What's that? Like Transliteration or something?

Have you ever experienced absolution? No? Well it's overated. I'll tell you what feels better. Better is when you wield a certain kind of power over someone. This burning hate that they have for you makes them predictable. Like putty in your hands. You don't know what i'm talking about, do you? But oh does it amuse me. It makes everything you do about them, almost like infatuation, only much more dangerous. And much more satisfying.

New year's eve plans are piling up! Nothing else to report.

(i hate how we leave out the important things, as if mentioning them would ruin the magic. i hate how i just can't be real.)

2007 (reprise: screamo version feat. Mr Krankit, DefBeats Extraordinaire and Little T)

I can't really think of any thing to write right now. I just finished clearing out this year's books and notes. And worksheets. And files. And notebooks. And pieces of paper that i've never seen before. All shrouded by a fine layer of dust which managed to settle in the short span between now and when O's ended. Forgive me if i'm choked with musty nostalgia. Or not.

Well 2007 is zoomin' by. It was a great year, doncha think? (Oh btw can you see my effort to paragraph? It's one of my new year resolutions... I might as well start early.) Much happened in 07. One highlight would have to be National's 3rd. Yeah baby. No feeling quite like it. BDiv 07 FOREVER.

Another would be BoB i guess, which kinda took awhile to boil up, culminating on the performance day. After that it seemed like it passed really quickly in a whir of events. Not to mention remnants of discontented parties and silly words. Which is all they really are anyway. Again i wanna thank anyone who supported Finding Wednesday.

Finally would be prelims, O's and graduation all lumped together. School, basically. Which whether we like it or not, is a very large part of us, no matter how we squirm towards aloofness. Ah. Don't you love reminiscing? Although i still think paragraphing doesn't sit that well with me. Anyway MORE school is coming my way and i can't say i'm too elated. Time to shut out confusion and enjoy the frikkin ride already.

This new song is Pedestal by Fergie. I can tell i'm gonna be tired of it soon so enjoy it while it's still there. "who are you? and what do you do? that makes you think you're above me but have you walked in my shoes?" Gotta love songs like this. They're the bitch.

It's a phase. You'll get over it. August 27th.

Yearning is for Dreamers. Dreaming is for Leapers.

Down Slope

Okay this week has been activity-filled. It's like everyone's trying to milk the last few days of the holidays for what they're worth. Tomorrow's another one.. I'm going cycling. AH. i should really sleep. don't believe the time at the bottom of this post. Cause that's the time i opened this window.. It's like 1 am now. GOSH i'm actually making sense aren't I? This is incredible. Wong are you reading this! I'm making the font bigger just for you. Plus, i think the late hour is making me write crazy things, i ACTUALLY MAKE SENSE NOW.

ok enough. this is freaking me out.

Kkkrazed Perfection

Today has been sweet. First i caught The Golden Compass with alyssa, which i liked. I dunno, i have a thing for Nicole Kidman :0 Then i bought a new pair of shoes. I REALLY SHOULDN'T HAVE. I can't help that all the shoes look so hot (on me). HAH. Anyway nevermind. They're a really nice pair, i promise. Then halfway through our convo with pierced-lower-lip guy (who btw WRITES HIS OWN SONGS!) , ma phone rang and guess who! It was audreyy. You know, primary school audrey. Haha exciting shitzxzx. So yes it all happened quite fast and before i knew it, i was on my way to her friend's xmas party. The party was quite hilarious, got me in stitches. I also met alot of future school mates, names of which i can't remember anymore:/

Oh i feel a dry spell coming on.
Perfection is only glanced at,
never grasped.
If there's any other way,
I'll do anything for you.
We are going krazy.

No Not Over Him

I'm in the mood to write. So let's write about something. Oh wait wait. Before i do that, let me just highlight a ridiculous administrative strategy VJ has adopted. Students whose HOME TELEPHONE NUMBERS end with 1, 3, 5, 7 or 9 have to report at 7.30am while those with numbers ending with anything else get to report at 8am. Like HUHHHHH? Am i missing something here?! Haha its almost as if they couldn't think of a better way to split the cohort into two..

Oh. Right.
Can't wait to school there.

Well on to happier things, i read the business times today and well, the crossword puzzle was really hard. Oh and christmas party was so-so. Food was good, eye-candy a-plenty, but i didn't feel like socializing. And when i got home, i assembled my new chair from ikea. The damn screws made me sweat man. They just wouldn't come.. out of the stupid packaging. And then they wouldn't fit nicely and everything became cross-tracked. RARR. Oh wells. i finally got it up so i'm rolling around in a new study chair now. I can't believe i was actually in the mood to write awhile ago, i just feel so sleepy now.

I shall do my nails yellow next. You know, yellow yellow. Oh my, look at the time! I should get to bed.

"Stubborn, I am. Foolish, we both are."

Give me All That, and then some;)

What i don't understand, is why i can't have my title and labels in italics as well. It's all very confusing. Oh well. Who wants to know what i did today?:)

Firstly, my alarm actually managed to get me out of bed successfully today. Of course the phone call 2 seconds later helped in preventing my return to bed, but that's not the point. Point is, i went rollerblading!:) (gosh i'm smiley tonight.) What a workout. And then i completely took advantage of the bathing facilities at safra, followed by the shuttle service.. (Ah yes. Knowledge is powerful. And knowing is dangerous.) Then i caught I Am Legend, which btw, is very scary up-close. Up-close meaning 2nd row from the screen. All this done with very special company. Now i'm munching on NO NUT chocolate chip cookies. Who could ask for more?

Have you noticed the universal habit of making everything nice, naughty?
santa can you hear me?

Eloquent and In-Between-Sheets?

A nail job only lasts about 10 days or so. Then it starts to come off. It loses it's shine. Scratches mar the surface, but you know it used to be so pretty. Hmm. Perhaps i overuse my fingers eh. Perhaps its meant to last longer. Things all disintegrate with time. Some sooner than others. Some we let go on purpose. "My all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world." haha.

The urge. When I'm standng on rooftops or the edge of a cliff-that strange desire to step off into space. No reason, no logic. But it's always there. Sound familiar?

I love typing in italics. And so what if i pronounce it as ih-talics and not eye-talics? Sound is but a figment of your imagination when writing is concerned. Isn't it true? You hear what i write, in whichever way you choose. You see what i write, in whatever way you can. I just think italics make things that much prettier. And so much more mysterious. It changes the whole context of everything. It's like i can get away with anything.

Yesteryears and crocodile tears.

So is everybody stoked for the new year? Orientation should be a blast. Something cihui said the other day has got me thinking. It seems she plans to buy a recorder for lectures. Like, a voice recorder. Don't you think it's such a fascinating concept?:) It's the first time i've heard of this. Haha or maybe i'm terribly ignorant and perhaps scores of students have been doing this for a long time? Hmm I don't know. But anyways it seems like a fine idea for "sleepers" like me. So point is, she was saying something about how you should do this only after you've made friends so you won't come off as a nerd. Haha isn't she cute? But i'm thinking, why would nerds need the damn things? More for slackers like me who won't pay attention. And is it even legal to tape material like this? OR perhaps you'd need your lecturer's permission? See. Told you it was fascinating.

Oh wells:) I just got a haircut, although one might say it's not much of one. And yeah i don't doubt that blogging is one of the most narcisstic things a person could do.

Okay i admit, this title makes no sense whatsoever. Anyone knows where to get one of them recorders?=D

trash, noise, lie

Newly coined. Netball club for all ex-tk netballers. Anyone knows how to get rid of the annoying froggie backround?:) http://www.xanga.com/tksurge

so anyway, lunch was fun. having friends who work has its perks i guess XP oh and i caught Bring It On 4. like how many of those do we need before they realise they will NEVER create the same magic they did with the first one?! budding romance, check. rivalry, check. dumb blonde, check. HMM. totally new and inspiring.

it's time to take off the brilliantine.

I say alot of crap, don't I.

Who do you think you are?

If there's one thing i can't stand, it's being at the bottom of your priority list. You realise that this is it, I'm giving up. I'm not trying anymore because clearly, you aren't ready to give me what i need. It's just so damn FRIKKIN' confusing! Why can't you just be here? I'm struggling looking for even an inch of common ground! And maybe that sums up this whole mess. This is me backing away now.

Coverups for a lacklustre performance

Has anyone tried the Nature Valley's granola bars? Good stuff. Anyway just a thought: How do you strike a balance between sexual attraction and intellectual compatibility? Is it possible to be wildy attracted to a person physically only to be bored out of your mind the next moment by the mild and sweetly polite conversation? And is it impossible to find both in the same person? Which is more important? Or perhaps attraction happens only when you can connect on an intellectual level. I don't know. I think having all lust and no interest in talking is very plausible. Okay i'm getting wayy ahead of myself here. Nevermind let's go on to something lighter. The writer's strike. Production of Grey's has been halted at episode 11 of season 4. From what i gather, the writers are on strike because they don't get residuals when episodes are aired online on websites like ABC.com, whereas the network earns through sponsorships. So really, all they want is a fair share of the pie. The pie that, technically, they baked. I'm all for it. Why can't the network just pay them what they deserve and get on with it! Life without Grey's Anatomy= sad. Why don't they get that huh? Oh wells. I've also been watching House and Sex and the City. And while hugh laurie is incredibly funny with great, witty lines (again! writers bring the magic!), the rest of the show is kinda deflated. Sex and the City.. Well it's okay. Not really funny or dramatic (which makes me wonder what i'm watching it for) but i do enjoy the first season when all the fashion is still fashion of the 90s. (do i see a hint of shoulder pads there?!?!) It's fun to watch, even if it's only to compare clothes of then and now. OH! I watched flightplan yesterday and lemme just say, Jodie Foster kicks butt. oh and I think i have a paragraphing problem.



Forget all that shit i've told you. It's all about grand gestures, and bold moves. Who doesn't love to be surprised?

Did it all just slip by? How did it happen? Who are we? Why are we alone?

Today i spent the whole day at home. Not ONE foot outside my gate. Refreshing.

I wanted to say alot more but as usual i didn't get the thoughts out fast enough and now they're running away.. Crossing the border that separates "Realm of the Reachable" and "Too Slow They're Gone Forever Now". Yeah I hear them chuckling as they look back.

Gotta love creativity.

What's it like to be like everyone else? Am i the only one who feels the pressure to conform? Not conform like "fit in", but conform to "stand out". It's all about being different. Are there still people who think "man, i want to be just like everyone else!" or am i too accustomed to being accepted that the other direction is the only way to go? Yes i know it's late and i'm ranting. It's like the thoughts in my head aren't formulating like they would at an hour where i'm more awake. Have you seen the new n.u.m. tank top? They have it in netball now, and it's red. How perfect. Too bad it's $70 and my mum would have my head if i bought it. But i kinda want it. Which is strange cause it's from n.u.m.. No offence to n.u.m. lovers. Which brings me back to my original confusing thought-conformity. Although i'm not sure how they're linked. Okay you know people who go all cheem and write about life's truths and death's mysteries? I can't do it. I kinda sound juvenile to myself. Maybe cause they always all sound juvenile to me. The attempts at reaching out to some dusty corner of your sleepy brains and echoing the sentiment that I know more than you, is in fact very juvenile. But how else? When nothing makes sense to me anymore than it does to you? Not at this late hour, no. Perhaps when you and I are reading or re-reading this, we'll come to the half-hearted conclusion that writing, is not my forte. Half-hearted because everybody makes mistakes, and everyone pauses to avoid them.


As much as they can.

FINE. Let's talk about getting into VJ. Lemme just say that i saw it coming so no, it's not earth-shaking news. To everyone who has no clue what the big deal is, VJ was my 2nd choice, HC being my 1st. And yeah i'm cool with going to VJ, even though i'm stifling a yawn.

Bottomline is:
modest little overachiever 1, over-zealous "encouragers" 0.

It's McEwan by the way.

Poetic Incrimination

I've been trying to finish this book i bought from the UK, Atonement, so i can get started on the one boonie lent me. And lemme just say this, this book is cheeeem like nobody's business. It's really, really, energy-sapping just reading and absorbing all those words and its not that the words are hard. Cause we all know big words just make you look like you know what you're doing. No, it's the way he strings them together, he being Ian McSomething, and his choice of words. Choice being the keyword. Like you're reading happily, then BAM he puts this word, one you would have never thought of, rightwhereyouleastexpectit. It's incredible. It's all about placement and timing. Anyway this book is also a motion picture, so wait for it to hit the cinemas, but don't expect it to be as fulfiling as the book. And the book IS fulfiling, even with its incomprehensibility. Am i freaking you out? Well yeah, whatever, read it if you have the time. Atonement by Ian McSomething. (No it's not really McSOMETHING, i just can't remember it right now. I will, however, check back when i notice to, with his real last name.)

yes i'm sidestepping the real issue here.

Flyleaf - Cassie (Acoustic)

video-overload, i know. but hey, it's so much easier than finding something to say. and clearly, i have nothing.

LetLoose

I'm a million miles away
When you get this letter
A jagged pulse runs through my veins
I write to remember

Paramore nominated for Best New Artist at the upcoming grammys.

LIKE HOLY MOTHER OF PANCAKES!! THIS IS HUGE!

Met someone new recently? Is it supposed to go all tingly?

Well it's finally the start of the holidays. Finally days when i don't already have something planned or somewhere to go. Tomorrow is one such day.. Netball outing got cancelled so i am essentially, free. But of course it's too good to last and when wednesday comes round, it's back to being busy and doing all sorts of busy stuff. Like watching a play with boonie. HI BOONIE! I KNOW YOU'RE READING THIS. THATS HOW YOU KNOW SO MUCH, YOU SNEAKY. So um. Back to the point. Ever since after Os i've not spent a complete day lazing at home. How insane is that. OH! Christmas is coming! (Yeah let's sidetrack a little here) Btw, anyone knows exactly when the 12 days of christmas are? Cause i'd really like to know. AND next thursday PAE postings are supposed to be out. Anybody knows how to check? Hhaha. I should really stop saying that i know everything cause EVIDENTLY, i only know close to everything. PLUS my spelling sucks. Recieved/Received. No, i still haven't figured it out. But i will.. I WILL. Soon. Dang, now i lost track of what i wanted to say. I'm thinking of getting my nails done. Maybe in red. Maybe i'll get them done tomorrow. Oh which means i'm gonna be out AGAIN. Ah wells, one can't possibly have everything. Any takers? It's amazing with the number of you who are holding Jobs, that i can STILL find people to go gallivanting with.Speaking of Jobs, is earning your own money really that fun? Everyone my age seems to be doing it. I mean, i'm putting off having to hold a Job for as long as i can. K now i just sound like a bum. Oh and anyone who has been to tessa's house will know what i mean when i say the place is like a holiday resort. By hook or by crook, i'm so marrying into the family. Even if only their dog will have me. The dog, btw, is quite cute. I seem to attract animals, though i don't really fancy them. They must smell the fear. Oh and how many of you read but don't actually tag huh? Cause i can smell you.

If this were a GP essay i'd completely fail. Its like a san wen.. you know, like all over the place. But this is not a GP essay. So yeah. Whatever. WHICH REMINDS ME, JC life starts in THREE WEEKS. Hmm. This is gonna be interesting.

I never knew naomi is pronounced neh-oh-mee.
okay okay i'm leaving..

72 Titles, I'm at a loss for words.

Ah so you people think i'm a good little girl? The kind that doesn't do anything naughty or morally perverse? WELL.
You're right.
I'm such a dork.


Anyway WHY are those my favourite peeektures? Well lemme give you a little rundown.
Peeek 1-We snatched 3rd placing right out of Damai's hands and rubbed it in their faces. Need i say more?
Peeek 2-Glorious afterglow of netball chalet, holding our lovely prezzies from the juniors.
Peeek 3-All my hotties with balloons for me on BoB. Awesome support guys, i'll never forget.
Peeek 4-Classmates+Teamates for two whhole years. How do you guys stand me?!
Peeek 5-Hey, it's a cool shirt.

DANCE UP THE PAST

Oh the Debauchery!

Anyway, word is, the beast is growing. Stealthier and meaner by the day, you won't see til it rips you from your dreamless sleep by your neck.

Finally finally finally got my jeans altered. Well at least it will be by next monday. Went to Haji Lane again today with ryan and kenneth. Had some ice cream, bought a pair of sunglasses. Met apple's most useless invention. I'm gonna be at tessa's much later tonight when my dad gets home to send me. Grey's marathon! Bring out the tea.

I shall make it a point to visit auntie bee's regularly.. You know, ease her of grandma's stressful stressing. Besides, Hayley loves me.

an exquisite extreme, I know

puntuality is a thing of the past people, the new me is BIGGER, BETTER, and always later. time zone differences has thrown my system out of whack and lack of sleep has got me dead to the world when i'm supposed to be meeting friends. oh no no no, i've tasted tardiness, and now i want MORE.

[edit]
i went shop shop shoping to-day. bought a bag, a pouuuch, a t-shirt, hairclips, earrrrrrings, and ALMOST bought a pair of shoes. $160. KA-CHIINGGG.

oh and pam, i shall sing THIS song if you still want me to sing.

Oh and yeah. To the juniors:
DON'T BE SAD ALREADY LAH. don't cry anymore! you'll get frown lines and all. and we ALL know, that there's nothing sadder than looking older than your seniors. sorry i STILL haven't sung for you guys. next time?(: HAHA.


"Oh look look! His eiffel tower is standing!"

Tearfest on a Limbo

I've been changed fundamentally and i thought i was immune. No one, however, is noticing the transformation in me, and i am not able to resist the power of everyone's habitual expectations.

Chalet was so nice. Went swimming at night, roller blading half-naked and tanning somemore the next day. Then we all got emo and REMINISCED about our old times, cried about parting, talked serious with ms teo, ate alot of stingray, played mahjong on the road, danced to the sexed up version of jingle bell rock, and suffered from our own version of truth or dare: dare or dare.

me: i've seen you play and i think you're really hot. can i have your height and weight? (bimbo accent for desired effect)
poor dude: huh why? who are you? (blur, confused and what-did-i-do-to-deserve-this voice.)
me: just answer the question!
poor dude: err 184cm.
me: ooh tall guy, i like. weight?
poor dude: who is this??
me: just answer the question!
poor dude: 85kg.

SERIOUSLY?! i mean SERIOUSLY.

me: i was wondering if you know, maybe you could give me private lessons.
poor dude: i dunno. i've never done it before.
me: it's okay, i like inexperienced guys.

Moments when your heart stops

Oh yeah. I'm gonna be at netball farewell chalet til wednesday. I have to PACK MY BAG AGAIN. Dang i hate packing. Been packing ALOT lately.

Anyway i was thinking. You know that person who you're trying to reach out to? You know the one. Everybody has one.. Or at least HAD one. You constantly feel like you're a really small ingsignificant part of his/her life and you're desperately trying to do more to get closer to him/her without looking desperate. Sometimes you wanna give up, than other times he/she looks at you and you feel its all worth it. Well most of the time it just sucks, because you KNOW that you are indeed a really small insignificant part of his/her life. And well, there's no escaping it, you are. It sucks to be helpless that way, i know. This person is out of your league, out of reach, or at least you feel that he/she is. Point is, given the chance, i don't ever want to be that person. Not to anyone. From here on i'm gonna make sure everyone feels appreciated. I'm never leaving things unsaid and i'm gonna try to give time to everyone.

Glass half-full, baby

LONDON

PARIS DISNEY LAND

Accolades and We all cope differently

I'm sufferring from delayed jet lag. Or maybe i just have a rather extreme reaction to tea. My sleep is all out of whack. The night before i only slept 3 hours from 7-10 am. I stayed up watching grey's season 4 which by the way, is really good. COME ON! PAY SCRIPT WRITERS MORE! End the strike today! Lexie grey is like HOT, and hard to not like. which is bad, i guess. Cause on principle, i'm in The McDreamy/Dirty Mistress Camp. okay anyway i'm supposed to give a run down on my trip but i can't really do that on 3 hours of sleep now can i? I'll just put pictures up.

PARIS