"la mer" is a song, and an expensive crème

on sunday, in my attempt to make public law reading seem less daunting, i hopped down to coffee bean at gardens and pretended that it was a leisurely sunday. i bought my ultimate iceblended (with crushed expresso beans! when we broke up i think that was the drink in front of him at taka coffee bean okay another story for another day), opened up my book (nevermind that the extremely small font might just cause me to develop myopia) and started to read.

but. of course i got distracted (can you tell, with my abundant use of brackets).
(before i got pulled away from work by mok for chicken wings and green tea frappes at holland v.)

one.
there was this guy at the next table. no, he wasn't particularly cute or what-not (no, not buff). but he was reading homer. the Iliad, of all books! so blardy atas. the ugly maroon-brown constitutional law in singapore and malaysia just doesn't cut it. dear supreme being, drop some geek chic boys down from the sky for me please.

two.
i started obsessing and making spider-web like mindmaps, long lists of possible situations in my head, and then it got too complicated to handle, with all the qualifiers and too frequent occurence of "but then hor"... i said, shush! to myself. and then something hit me. you know, despite the fact that the exact same thing (in essence anyway) can happen, things are different. things are different because we're 20/21 and not 17/18 anymore. and what's the thing about being twenty-one (almost anyway) and not eighteen? you're much less obsessed, certainly less hung up, and saying "fuck off" to people comes a lot easier (at least in your head). so rare, a revelation that doesn't give me the sinking 'siao liao' feeling in your stomach.

i think this new year resolution thing is off to a good start, mister/miss hyphen.

cut our bodies free from the tethers, this brand new colony

somewhere in the middle of 2006, in august i reckon, at the start of year one of law school, i resolved to be less flighty. emotionally, i think i did succeed in becoming less flightly, commitment wise, relationship-wise (maybe overdid it even, at certain points in time.

so, erm, riding on the wave of success (its not too late for new year resolutions, is it), this year, in 2008, i resolve to learn to be/stay Happy, Alone.

this year, i intend to become strong.
in my bid to, i resolve not to tolerate any nonsense from any boy anymore. or at least, i will put up a fervent fight. before i allow myself to be swept off my feet. plant those feet firmly on the ground, woman. no more twentyohsevenish ridiculousness.

some people have got to realise some things.

and i was a boy from school

after dropping glenda home (i apologise for the reckless driving at the start), i wound down my windows and shouted cold war kids' hang me up to dry at the top of my lungs, inviting stares from countless moterbikers, all the way to the end of punggol and back. i want to soak in my jacuzzi now, on my rooftop. sip some moët or some other pretentious drink, and then just slink back into the scalding hot water.

go back to doing your own shit, friend. kthxbye.

the fight is all i've ever known

five-oh-three ehhhemm.

just came back from a long ride — down orchard boulevard, down the cte, along the aye, up the ecp and back again, pass the singapore eye, alexandra road, farrer macs, macritchie, upper thomson. now im here, eyeliner and mascara still on, on my bed. we wound down the windows, blasted 329729472 songs and sang them with gusto, our hair in the wind.

i think i was half-drunk; the other half of me, i think, was just being myself (: the honesty would not have come so easily without all that martell in our blood (and asahi in my hair, thx random stranger), but hopefully we'll not regret this tomorrow. we must acknowledge that truth, after all, is (and has to be!) a good thing, regardless of how stupid it is.

i feel young, carefree, and possibly the happiest i've been in a long while. the fact that certain things did not materialise suddenly doesn't seem to matter, because tonight, i said all i been wanting to say for the longest time ever.

revisiting the days of the blue pinafores (:

erm, happy new year? (: a bit late, i guess, but after all, i only bought my 2008 organiser (gold!) yesterday haha. so yes, before school starts, im gonna chronicle (belatedly yes, what else do you expect from me huh) our holidays! ( :

i think i will start with our trip to ST NICKS!




— 02 x orange bowl (uncle, 一块钱米粉汤不要豆芽一点点辣椒)
— 01 x blue bowl 鸡丝河粉 (wah lao the sauce is damn shiok)
— 01 x blue bowl 冬菇鸡丝面
— 01 x 鱼片肉丸面线 (this is like 20742038x better than btc's fish soup, confirm)
— 01 x taupok in laksa gravy
— many many iced teas (go away lah, you cheap diluted teh peng from btc)




lynette, ruowei and alvina! with the food al was tapao- ing back for mr petshopboy (go west, life is peaceful there!).







they took down those spinning mini-windmill flower like things. and hmm there were no mighty big black crows. so strange. but the canteen's still as breezy (:




and then we took a little walk...LYNN SIM do you know what im looking down at! im looking down at the drain into which i fell because you locked me outta class when were in seconday 2! they still havent replaced the drain cover, you know, they just semi-covered it up with planks.




outside the science labs which still smell the same, disgustingly :/ i remember leaving messages in the drawers in the labs, and getting replies from a mysterious person though. anyway i think ruowei was trying to take a picture of the girls and lynette just happily walked past. haha.




the 742038232 cca banners that adorn the facade of the new extension (:
track is still using the same blue one and the gym one looks strangely familiar haha. Graceful Yet Mighty!




so yes, lets please go back again (:
simxianglin, teyhweeshin, you hear me?

morning, upper east siders

did you know that for all the gossip girl episodes we've seen so far, their titles have been with reference to the titles of other films/plays/books? which is why i reckon the titles have always sounded so strangely familiar. for example, episode 6, 'the handmaiden's tale' (remember, the masquerade ball), was titled with reference to margaret atwood's 'the handmaid's tale'. also, the thanksgiving episode, 'blair waldorf must pie' is an obvious reference to 'john tucker must die', which coincidentally (or not), starred the dude we know as dan humphrey.

quite... unexpectedly intellectual huh.

i mean, its gossip girl after all. where every single episode starts with, 'hello there upper east siders, gossip girl here' and ends off with 'xoxo, gossip girl', where the constance billard choir sings fergie's 'glamorous' and eartha kitt's 'santa baby' in acapella, where every event is the most important event of the season (lets count, big sunday brunch, ivy mixer, masquerade ball, blair's sleepover, the catillion...), and where the incesutous relationships are a little too neat with the whole parents-oldersibling-youngersibling pairings (rufus-lily, dan-serena, eric-jenny), no?

but nevertheless, despite its absurdity, we continue to eagerly anticipate its weekly episodes (and moan and whine when theres no gossip girl episode that week thanks to christmas, thanksgiving and whatnot), for its scandalous behaviour, for the eyecandy and for that fabulous mix of sex and the city and the oc (: