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| she's so lucky, she's a star |
| 12.30.03 (7:51 pm) [edit] |
yes now i can wholesomely declare, my staying up late was because of my [b]beztar[/b]. i was writing her letter, and well, preparin for the bbq.
yeah, thats x you x allright.
everything turned out surprisingly cool, naturally with the help of malcolm her older bro. and of course the much intended secrecy which at the last moment shook my dear best friend like a throbbing acorn on the threshold of falling. (ok that was a little too frail lol)
all was worth the effort i promise. -nods-
and yesterday night's havoc before the (bon)fire, smokin marshmallows, talkin bout jc, wolfin sauSASHes and what-not was unforgettably, [i]unforgettable.[/i]
to [b]x you x[/b] who just turned sixteen =) :
many happy returns on your birthday yeah. i, have much to say though i managed to compact a fairly succinct summary in that letter i gave to you. listen, we must always remember the story of [u]malcolm and his four friends[/u] yeah? i'll be more delighted to bbq more buffalo wings for you guys. 4 october theres gonna be another surprise huh. (your dad sorta hinted aloud while chewing on a wing) lets hope the results will be at our grace, and that maybe, just maybe, your mum's hope can be fulfilled. sappy, but thanks for all, and everything in total. i love x you x britney-wannabe. =)
-fat people's run, now!-
happy birthday lover, and a happy new year. ;)
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| all the while you were in front of me i never realized |
| 12.29.03 (3:45 pm) [edit] |
postum.
caffeine.
cereal.
nuts.
horlicks.
strepsils.
ice.
all that kept me thru' the night.
oh, and hershey's kisses, how can i forget.
x you x make all worth it, im sure.
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| but the wine and the song like the seasons have all gone |
| 12.26.03 (5:29 am) [edit] |
went out with meeuws the whole day. it was a [u]unique[/u] experience but i must admit i enjoyed myself. humour was indubitably there, though much was -ahem- at my expense. -growls- ( in a totally [b]non[/b]-golem way really ) anyhow, the bakin session was not a roarin success in view of the oh-so-annoying sun who was detestably playing premature games. rain engenders disappointment but more surprises.
as the pessimist suggests, man proposes, but God disposes. ahh well.
learnin from dear beztar to keep my entries succinct.
bester: heyy you cotton-headed ninny muggin, do get well soon ya hear? you sound sexy allright, but i need that fever right off your forehead and awayyy. if i could, id get john coffey at your doorstep. but, he's like already electrified. =(
speakin of which, [b][u]the green mile[/u][/b] is a more than excellent film. left me speechless and gapin at the darn screen, literally ravin mad for more hanks, morse, jeter, and naturally, clarke duncan. that yummy giant. hoho.
[i]I love 'em, is why.
They don't think no hurtful thoughts.
They's just happy to be.
Happy little lightning bugs...[/i]
--john coffey, on fireflies. =)
behold, the healer. =)
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| it's not a fantasy, this is reality |
| 12.22.03 (6:47 pm) [edit] |
have been sluggish, i admit, to update this tblog, for that matter. well, been thinking about many things. my musings are hardly mature conjectural thoughts, puerile rather, juvenile to say the least. late at night, i often lie awake, eyes held enthralled by the infuscated sky, embellished with little bolts of shine, thinking, thinking. there isnt much to speculate or conclude. i just, miss [i]those[/i] days. see, i said i was childish.
anyway, have been following the entire hooha about the maverick, or so he claims. honestly, this isnt a matter for any of us to actually comment on, so i guess this avenue wont see a paragraph dedicated to mr steve chia. plain ol'[i] god bless you[/i].
this isnt much of a new news, but im sure all of you have caught that shambling tramp-like dictator on national tv having his hoary hair and beard being scrutinized for lice. his despotism looks somewhat subdued, and from what is shown, that tyrant does not look like he's got any demarche in mind. excuse his levity, i suppose its inexorable judging from the immense pressure and limelight (though ignominious in this context) he experiences. and i dare say, the coolest quoteworthy statement of the year is that of US administrator L. Paul Bremer. by golly when i heard it on superstarvirgo i just applauded that guy there and then.
[b]"ladies and gentlemen, we got him."[/b]
going down to my mpr has been a routine. i like that place! its frigid, and cosy, and most importantly, its beside the gym! anyway, my elder bro is [u]really[/u] funny. were laughing like two mad twits, seemingly victims of dementia. no seriously, he's found the key to my funny bone. geezo we're both so silly [i]at times[/i]. geezo is [i]my[/i] word. its a very lithe term, like a slang. can mean exclamation in any form, or (barely so) an expletive, or simply, an affix, like a grammatic appendage. ha. i used to say geezer, till i found out that meant [u]old man[/u]. i figured it was rather coarse to be uttering "old man" every now and then, so geezo. =)
fa la la.
i love christmas. i love scrooge.
go be merry, everyone, and be nice[i]r[/i].
as my best friend would say,
[u]happy christmas, and a merry new year[/u]. =)
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| I ought to say no no no sir mind if i move closer |
| 12.12.03 (10:50 pm) [edit] |
i accidentally swallowed three seeds from my orange.
-gulps-
i hope they wont evolve into a malignant tumour of any sort. (touch wood)
caught [i]elf[/i] yesterday and it was good!
i [u]need[/u] to go back to cafe cartel.
especially after di and i made such a valuable find. (shh)
anyway go watch elf too!
its very good, really.
(though i hate to agree that their posters do not look as appealing)
[i]elf[/i] is a heartwarming tale about a boy (buddy) brought up in the care of papa elf, and so grows up thinking he is actually, an elf. amid liliput elves one tenth his size, buddy is secretly being discriminated by a few of his fellow toy-makers. buddy finally overhears a conversation between two elves and realises he does not belong in the north pole at all. papa elf decides to break the news to buddy, explaining to him how buddy was actually adopted, and that his natural father now resides in NYC. the story unfolds with bone-tickling wit and child play which even grown-ups will guffaw to. will ferell is excellent at his characterisation and [i]elf[/i] makes one believe in santa all over again. =)
everyone has gone shoppin', and im too lazy to budge really. so, enjoying solitude and an extremely wicked number by j.groban, here am i, contemplating what to include in my cruise packlist.
before i leave tomorrow,
i wish to proclaim something on this blog.
i'll miss everyone in my life.
do continue to be special and i'll catch up with allofya when i cruise back.
till next time rockers. =)
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| the weather is really fine up on cloud number nine |
| 12.11.03 (1:04 am) [edit] |
licking [b]nutella[/b] off the bottle isnt exactly what i would call a practice of civilisation. but it is acceptable, believe me, try it yourself. =)
just so my readers know, im off to a leisure cruise from 14th—17th dec! cruisin is rockin!
ahh [i]sea cruise[/i] by [u]status quo[/u] comes to mind.
[i]I gotta get to rockin', get my head off the rack
I gotta boogie-woogie like a knife's in my back[/i]
starting to develop an indefatigable acharnement for cocktails, arcade games, concerts, performances, shows and of course, feasting. =)
[u]oh behave.[/u]
regretfully, im missing the rj canoein meet on comin monday. hope they still entertain me after that. no matter what, i'll avail myself. ive discovered a irrepressible passion for canoein, as much as i have for swimmin and runnin. i need to grab hold of those oars.
had mr mash for lunch and the loveliest tea time of all age. waffles with [i]cadbury vanilla[/i] ice cream [b]plus[/b] a dollop of nutella on top. remainin nutella was licked off by me, naturally. remainin vanilla ice cream was attacked by yours truly, atop [u]oreo-flavoured [/u]wafer cones. utterly [u]shiok. [/u]
oh did i forget to add, that mum's and michael's cake were equally posh. they were both [i]double trouble chocolate fudge[/i], and rocked like duncan hine's [b]devil's food[/b], literally.
miraculously my throat infection is ceasing.
hoho.
for now, main event for the rest of the day: catch seagames athletics finals. you k shyam!
meanwhile, im at the threshold of a successful tennis courting. yooohoo. ;)
catcha 'round girls. (since people usually use guys, i thought it's be fair to use the fairer sex colloquially for once. [i]equality[/i] my lady. =) )
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| Screw you, I didn't like your taste anyway |
| 12.08.03 (7:29 pm) [edit] |
Nothing, i mean [i]nothing[/i], can be worse than having the nefandously vexatious duo of throat infection and nose block striking at my utmost weakest areas. my breathing is laboured and my nose is perfect for the epithet of [b]rudolph[/b]. not forgetting surely my peskily hoarse and rudely nasal voice. (yes i [i]can[/i] croon to my favourite nasal bathroom song )
even with my current detriment i trudged along with the crowd to welcome my dad and bro, who both accomplished the full marathon with admirable gusto. it was heartwarming just standing at the sideline, looking at male female youth and aged alike breasting the finishing line with all their last bit of strength, clocking their individual timing, and obtaining their gleaming medal. next year i shall be old enough to participate in the 21-km halfmar. geezo. kenyan [u]john kelai [/u]clocked an impressive timing of 2.19.02 to win the pack while china's [u]wang yu[/u], 19 years of age, swapped the women's title, also being the youngest to lead in history. wowzerr.
the sea games are very entertaining, and i do faithfully glue myself to steve loh everynight, i'll have you know. =)
later my family and i shall be off to pregos, to celebrate my mum's birthday and also my younger brother, michael's. respectively the 9th and 10th of December. awww.
DI'S BACK! poor thing, she said the food at LA sucked and the portions were gargantuan, too much so, to stomach. anyway, remember our date on friday! lovely.
ooh jamie oliver's on.
buzzing off to sneeze at one of my favourite chefs of today. =)
just so i make it public and also to avoid other dubious claims, [b][u][i]seth green[/i] [/u][/b]belongs to me. seth seth seth seth seth seth. geezo. that guy got me at the rat race from the start i promise.
watch out, cos you're gonna get punk'd. ;)
    
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| well you kissed me and stopped me from shaking |
| 12.05.03 (11:57 pm) [edit] |
thirty minutes on the startrac left me with little more than twenty minutes for moonfairy. the star trac, for those who don't know, is a black sleek machine in the gym, designed like a bike. it works in the most intriguing manner. for the fat-burning programme, which my aunt never fails to select, the startrac paints three huge lumps of fats on the screen. as one cycles and whirrs with all puff and might, it seems as though one is working to produce bile delight to emulsify all that fat into minute globules, as the screen depicts. ah well, so much for the gym.
as cliches go, ignorance is bliss.
hence the dictum, ignore and be ignored.
escaped at pasir ris the day before, and now im down with a terrible sore throat rendering my oh-so-sexy raspy vocals. this, is a result of ignorance, which after all, isnt as blissful.
nachos, fries, combos, chips and caramel-coated popcorn are now fiendishly assailing my larynx. now i cant even sing my favourite nasal bathroom song. not good not good. im making do with unchained melody.
seated in this drafty room, with streaks of cool wind molesting my scalp, having the ingratiating plea earth song tinkling in the background, michael jackson comes to mind. as always is the case when one thinks too much and has too much time to bother about others' problems.
mj is a legend, no doubt.
those doubting thomases had better have the prudence to mum themselves now, for it is arrant the [i]once[/i] king of pop has built a fortress of [i]once[/i] impregnable fortitude around himself, making the most stiff shoulder bones jelly and the roughest ground smooth with his ridiculous walk made groovy. one can only feel pity for the nefarious shadow now cast upon this talent gradually being wasted away. he is a true tragedy of mankind. the hurricane of problems now drawing him deeper and deeper seems but rhapsodical. va said he is a gay paedophile, which i can hardly refute, since the core of truth surrounding that hypothesis seems far more credible than the defendant's own words mouthed—as he flashes his trademark victory sign— that tread perilously on the brink of implosion, if you ask me.
tomorrow is the standard chartered marathon 03!
dad and bro are going. mum refused to pay for me since its supposedly expensive. ah well, ive not yet developed a diehardiness for marathon running, as in the 42 km sense. i'd like to try a triathlon though. maybe in the near future. mm.
[i]you've [/i]left me quite speechless with your mail. now that you're in phillipines, i can only wish you all the best, and do take care of yourself. have fun and friends still rock on i promise. =)
[i]The world that you see may seem to be a mystery to you,
The night may be dark but hope very hard and dreams can come true,
You live in silence but for once let's pretend
We're talking here together,
Let's be friends.[/i]
audio:
mandy//barry manilow
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| keep on moving, a little bit further everyday. |
| 12.02.03 (4:37 am) [edit] |
i am officially and freshly a resident of Rafflesia condominium, located at the heart of Bishan, strategically opposite Raffles Junior College, and a stone's throw away from Junction 8, which has just been refurbished. (ok not just, but still)
for the past three tiresome days i have exhausted myself shifting who-knows-what from place to place, wearing myself in and out, and finally, tis done. nothing has been more torturous than this ( i think ). all lines of communication (telephone, fax, broadband) were cut shut. it was really delirium minus every smidgen of joy, for that matter.
i now sleep on the second level of my bunk bed, above an extremely annoying younger brother, bennett, aged 7, who draws himself to sleep by poking the matress above, mind you, im on it. and so we snore in slumber to the works of 'mines-a-daikin'. nights are pretty fun though. i admit. with my permission, ben climbs up and we play palm infra marbles (our game) through the weeee hours.
theres a gym! below us and going there has been sort of a routine. a voluntary one of course. the equipment are blooming new. ( hoho ) and the pool is ever beckoning. ahh. this is what i call a pot of gold for keeps after chasing the goddamned rainbow. (pardon me O Lord)
my best friend is merely gone for half her designated stay but im missing her badly already. in fact, the minute i hugged her goodbye i started missing her presence. so, diana ngiam, wherever you are, yong hui is missing you. YOU HEAR ME? (wth, LA is too far away i tell you. theres a reason its called LOST ANGELES)
anyway, there is so much to write about and too little time. ive got a job! -winks.
its at (ok maybe i shouldnt reveal the place).
somewhere in J8! hohos. =)
to everyone in my life,
i have been neglectin all of you because of this hurlyburly.
but you've all been on my minds i promise.
and im missin u all badly badly roarin badly.
ciao for now.
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