Self-entertainment

what’s playing::Hold Me Now – Wayne Wonder::
moodflash:: entertained


I don’t think I like Lingzhi Chicken Essense very much.
It stinks.
And I mean that quite literally.

I don’t think I like Coffee Flavoured Peanuts very much.
It stinks.
And I mean that quite figuratively.

Plugges my earphones in and switched off the mute control.
Was greeted by a fantastically loud blast of Jason Mraz warbling I Melt With You in my ear.
At full volume since I was watching Cardcaptor Sakura 2 hours ago.
Mraz was so rockin’, I winced.

Buncha intercultural transients were singing at a door diagonally facing my window.
They sang in sync.
They were LOUD.
They stayed there blabbering yabbling for a good 45 minutes and more.
They were LOUD.
They burst out in unpredictable but frequent bouts of laughter.
They were LOUD.
And I felt like aiming Hugh Jackman’s bazooka (in Swordfish) at them since I think I’ve got a pretty good aim from my window.
Because they were LOUD.

My friend got 2 free tickets to an event he know nothing about just by randomly calling in to a radio station, and rapping an R & B number.
Bling-bling baby!
Would anyone give me 2 free tickets to The Phantom Of The Opera if I were to warble a classical number of “Poor Fool, He Makes Me Laugh”?
Come-on baby!

I wanted to buy toothpaste and St Ives facial wash since I’m clean out.
I ended up with 2 Darlie 14-day guarantee scientifically proven whitening toothpaste.
Pardon me if I dazzle you with a smile in 14 days.
I don’t think I should take photographs then as the flash would rebound off my 14-day guarantee white teeth and dazzle the photographer off his feet.
♥

[Somewhere over the rainbow]

Again

what’s playing::The Flame – Cheap Trick::
moodflash:: procrastinating



The Bureau does investigations
On everything but sex relations –
Toothpast, soap, and breakfast cereals,
Whiskey, clothes and such materials.

Researchers are an inspired lot.
And when their lives stand for the moment away from numbers, they are filled with words.

Humour.
I shall learn more of it.

I’m starting to think I shall refer to these great men by their first names.

Kurt, Carl, Norbert, Claude,
I shall be with you soon.

[back to Paul]

Bimbo

what’s playing::I Say A Little Prayer – Diana King
moodflash:: ditzy


I walked to take a bus to Jurong Point.
I forgot my iPod.
And only realised it at the last minute when I was boarding the bus.
Got a headache there and back.

I tried to pay with my debit card.
I forgot my pin number.
And only realised it at the last minute when I was supposed to punch the numbers in.
Got majorly embarassed.

I went to take a shower.
I forgot my towel.
And only realised it at the last minute when I turned to reach for my towel dripping wet.
Got very cold.

After a week of craving, I finally got my subway cold cut trio. I went all the way down for it and wasted an hour. To discover that parmesan oregano was out and the server was insufferably rude.

Hams, honey mustard, mayonaise, olives, cucumber, green pepper makes my dinner.
An indulgence I could make again.

Had a bath of extremely hot water followed by extremely cold. You should try that sometime. ♥

[hands a trembling]

I Shan’t

what’s playing::wind – akeboshi::
moodflash:: iffy

Lazarsfeld felt he was an outsider at every stage of his life.
That pushed him to excellence.
But he was given many chances.
More so than those who belong.

I never felt so seperated within myself. Rather, I never really wanted to face up to it. Thus divided is Rationality and Emotion. I don’t think there’s a bridge.

I’m spoilt. ♥

[feel like you're drowning in time?]

She’s So High

what’s playing::你和我 – 王力宏::
moodflash:: red

1] Squat and say “I love drinking!”
2] Drink
3] Slap the person on your left, say “I LOVE CS!”
4] Scratch your butt

♥

[red and red doesn't match]

A Sexy Voice

what’s playing::Please Mr. Postman – Carpenters::
moodflash:: happy

I quite spent the whole day having my words disappear, come out in squeaks, emerge in growls, filled with gruffness and sounding like a kettle boiling over. As I said, a sexy voice.
Apart from the withdrawal symptoms gnawing at me of chocolates, crackers, spice, salt and a whole lot of MSG, I think I’m doing fine, except that people tend to tell me I look like hell. More so than usual anyway.
This is novel though, a voiceless me. I wonder what happens when you go without speaking for, say, a week? Do you lose your ability to speak again after that cuz you’re so used to listening instead? Will your voice sound strange to the ear and vaguely grating? Will you find that, afterall, not being able to speak is a relief from interaction? I do wonder.

Was musing out loud to tiff and laine just the other day. I’m afraid I might have left them feeling appalled and frankly disturbed. You see, I like to daydream. There’s something liberating abouut having your thoughts run in any direction they like, unbidden and unshackled. But I digress. Well, I tend to think of accidents. And since the dreaded horror of examinations (how abominable!) are next week, I started to think of what would happen to my grades and my exam if, let’s say, a car runs me over, but not quite. And by not quite, I mean that I’m unscathed except for a broken leg which would heal in no time. And what’s more! What if I was just walking innocently on the pavement, and this maniac driver (as this place is wont to have) goes up the curb and langas me? And he is a RICH driver, just reckless. Ka-ching. Money money money.

Fine, so I think a little too much.

It’s peculiar. I’m addicted to animes all over again.

Oh, I would LOVE to say this one day.
Hi, my name is, ge er ba qiao fu
♥

[whee!!]

Undecided

moodflash:: nervously irritated

me: oh look, the exam is open book!
tiff: what exam?
me: 226 lah
tiff: but there’s no book to open what.

One of the best mini conversations to have are those that state the obvious.

That said.

How on earth can 2 physcial albeit small tapes be lost?

I’m torn between hysterical laughter and pure hysteria.

[frantic lah]

At Last

what’s playing::To Love Somebody – Bee Gees::
moodflash:: upbeat

I’m finally done with newspaper designingand have never felt so relieved, so proud, so satisfied. Of course, these feelings only apply to now and now during the process where I was tearing hair out trying to figure out something and make the design cohere.

Rah. Rah. Rah.

And to the boyfriend who has been exceedingly capable of handling me during this dreadful period, I am so thankful. That despite temper tantrums, loud and insistent whining, complaining, irritability, oversensitivity, pettiness and the whole lot, you kinda bore it nicely. ♥

Wouldn’t it be nice if we were older
Then we wouldn’t have to wait so long
And wouldn’t it be nice to live together
In the kind of world where we belong

You know its gonna make it that much better
When we can say goodnight and stay together>/P>

Wouldn’t it be nice if we could wake up
In the morning when the day is new
And after having spent the day together
Hold each other close the whole night through

The happy times together we’ve been spending
I wish that every kiss was never ending
Oh Wouldn’t it be nice

Maybe if we think and wish and hope and pray it might come true (run, run, run)
Baby then there wouldn’t be a single thing we couldn’t do
We could be married (we could be married)
And then we’d be happy (then we’d be happy)

Wouldn’t it be nice

You know it seems the more we talk about it
It only makes it worse to live without it
But lets talk about it
Oh, wouldn’t it be nice

good night baby
sleep tight baby

[a little more to run]