What Can You Say?
ahahaa
i went shopping to spread my germs to the unsuspecting public (bUT i didn’t buy anything okay!!) and now i feel so much better… : )
sales make me happy..
now i just have to figure out how to tell my brother i tore his bag (ACCIDENTALLY!!!)…
dark days ahead,dark days!!!
i suppose i’ll have to spend the next few days watching TV and vegetating.
anyway i read this funny thing in a magazine earlier today..
6 Reasons Men Hate Chick Flicks
1. The sex scenes are always implied
2. The man the girl enlists to be the other man is always the man she ends up with
3. Julia Roberts- we’re over her
4. The stereotypical gay friend added for comic relief
5. That obligatory kiss in the rain
6. The makeover scene
hello running around in the rain makes you sick…Julia Roberts hasn’t been in any recent movies, and how many gay friends do you think we have anyway???? I’m not the one who wanted to watch The LAKE HOUSE, for crying out loud!
obviously i’m getting better, although my cervical lymph nodes are enlarged and i still have many many colourful pills to go through…lalala…
ps: Mozart is very nice and lovely okay…
OKAY.
i’m hungry.
Watching: Lavender
go to sleeeeeep, go to sleeeeeeeeeeeep…
aaargh…
i want to sneeze but CAN’T, so i just sit there clutching my tissues and crying, because i can’t help it, my eyes just water!!
my face (ok,paranasal air sinuses, want me to name them?) is full of germs and phlegm and various other fluids and it is going to explode soon. AAAAAAAARGh.
i shall keel over soon, from not being able to breathe…
KEEL.
the good thing about being sick is, i am too sick to bother about being sick with the people who make me sick, sickening as they may be.
ignore me..it’s the drugs talking…
when i am better i shall bake a pie.
Into The Open
a few days back, on a bus no less, i found out that someone i know has an almost identical playlist to mine.
haha.
this proves that just because i have mozart coming after norah jones and other whiny emo music doesn’t make me a whiny emo chick…
am not!
anyway i have the galloping sneezies.
it’s funny,huh? on the one hand, my face is leaking, but at the same time, it feels all clogged up..
lalala….i’m just looking forward to the end of july, because august brings with it:
my birthday (yay!maybe someone will buy me shoes?haha..), the start of next semester, closer to december, some movies I cannot wait to watch..and what else?i dunno, surprise me…
Listening: An Evening In Roma; Dean Martin
Reading: The Goddess Of Fifth Avenue; Carol Simone
Watching: Failure To Launch
hypnose
important lesson:
if you’re going to go out late (and therefore get scolding), you might as well just stay out reaaaallly late….
why waste a perfectly good scolding,right?
haha…
when you get close to a group of people in a short time (sometimes because you have no one else and really nothing better to do anyway)…and then for that short time, you develop your own private jokes…
what happens when the overlap between your lives ends?
the slow death of a shared joke that was once genuinely funny.
but why am i thinking so much?
moving along…
some things seem to occupy more space than they actually fill.
and when they leave, the emptiness that’s left behind is so consuming, you wonder why you never realised it before.
even though time gradually fills the holes, you just know it will never feel the same.
like when you break a vase and glue it back together.
it may look the same, but you know there’s a crack here and there and under there.
and what if you know you should be more careful,but you just keep dropping that vase, and you know there are more and more cracks, but you don’t want to throw it away because…in spite of everything, you actually like it, cracks and all?
or maybe you hate it, but just can’t bring yourself to throw it away.
i seem to have lost my point.
how pink is pink? 7 minutes.
how does a broken heart sound? lub dub dum, duh lub dub, lub schuh dub, or lub dub shhh?
how will you know when you’ve done the right thing? because it feels so wrong.
how do you let go once and for all, and this time, really let go?
how will you stop caring?
click
some things occupy more space than they actually fill
but i’ve never realised it
the emptiness is so consuming
but i don’t look back.
an awareness i am too young for fills the gap
but again
i don’t look back.
i wish i knew
but then again
i don’t really want to know.
hey, at least i’m worth singing about.
haha.
try and top that.
once,twice,thrice.
yayness!
got to come home for the weekend!
: )
i’ve had a lot of fun over the past few days, in spite of the dirt and dust (which makes my nose run)…
maybe that’s just what happens when you squash people into poky little spaces for prolonged periods of time.
but it feels really good to come home where there’s hot water and Internet and air conditioning and most importantly: a toilet door that closes.
keeping busy is a good way of distracting yourself from the other not-so-nice things that happen.
it’s surprising how much you gain by letting go.
w
this weekend i learned 2 important things.
1. when i was younger i used to think i could change things, but now i finally understand (knowing is not enough) that there are some things you just cannot control or change, and it doesn’t really matter because if other people can’t deal with it; it’s their problem, not yours.
2. what other people like, think or do is irrelevant. this lesson i learnt from an extremely hot (some things will never change) salesperson who was bringing me my shoes.
and i love my new shoes.
i’m going to sleep now….
gnite.. 🙂
WHEN IN DOUBT JUST BUY IT
this is the sort of day history tells us is better spent in bed
-Louis Calhern in High Society
Note:
blog-city has imposed a 24 hour delay on all blogboard posts because of spam, and i’ve tried to reset it but it looks like it’ll take a while to set in.
anyway, moving along…
it is 32.1° C outside and i have a fever, so understandably i am not very happy….
unfortunately i’ll be off on a school trip for the next week, which means i have to pack a lot of things since there isn’t even a laundromat there.
i don’t like packing things.
sigh.
byebye darlings.
The Age Of Silence
I was reading this book on the train today:
There was a time when it wasn’t uncommon to use a piece of string to guide words that otherwise might falter on the way to their destinations. Shy people carried a little bundle of string in their pockets, but people considered loudmouths had no less need for it, since those used to being overheard by everyone were often at a loss for how to make themselves heard by someone.
The physical distance between two people using a string was often small; sometimes, the smaller the distance, the greater the need for the string.
Sometimes no length of string is long enough to say the thing that needs to be said. In such cases all the string can do, in whatever its form, is conduct a person’s silence…
–The History Of Love; Nicole Krauss
I wish I wasn’t such a lousy crybaby, then maybe I wouldn’t cry so much when reading or at the movies or even watching Friends, which is supposed to be a comedy, dammit!
Or maybe:
I should just stop reading on public transport.
I am incoherent
Hmmm.
Anyway I was in Times Square today…(I’ve only been there once, for an IMAX show which got stuck halfway through (I’ve blogged about this before)…and I didn’t get the chance to really walk around then)
Pros:
It has the world’s largest Borders (which is my current favourite because they have the best discounts), and there are 10 floors of shops.
Cons:
There are 10 floors of shops…MOST of which SUCK. Seriously…It was a complete waste of time…
Plus I ended up buying a pair of shoes I don’t need (THIS IS THE FIRST AND LAST TIME YOU WILL EVER HEAR ME SAY THIS), and a whole lot of books (okay..this I need) and a Blizzard, for reasons I cannot explain…so naturally now I’m kind of broke, which is a running theme with me anyway.
And then we made the mistake of leaving just as the rest of the world decided to leave their offices, and got stuck (literally) in the train with no air to breathe, and then I started laughing like a jackass and wailed Oh man, we’re going to die, aren’t we? and then all the people around me started to laugh.
I have a feeling they were laughing at me, not with me.
I hate public transport.
HATE!
this is fun
i’d tell you i love you, but then i’d have to kill you.
I don’t remember going to bed the past few nights
but still I wake up every morning, in bed!
IS A MIRACLE!
Anyway. I am incredibly anal about some things.
Yes,I am.
(and so are you)
An example: grammar. I CANNOT stand people who speak with fake accents but cannot get their grammar right.
Which is not to say that my linguistic skills are above reproach, but at least I KNOW when I’m making a mistake, and sometimes I do it anyways, like I just did.
You get my drift.
I also cannot stand people who name drop and do it wrongly, like:
“Every girl needs Blahniks”
Which is wrong.
Every girl needs Manolos.
Please don’t argue.
It also pains me that I am no longer able to cancel something out with a pen, like this.
Because I have caught this bit of anal-retentiveness from someone, I am now physically unable to go past a smudge without attacking it with my liquid paper.
Aaaaaaa.
She’s The Man, but not quite.
(that’s like having to wait for the Christmas sales…i get it…)
anyways…i decided to watch She’s The Man, based on Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night (which is one of his best, i think!)
so what if it got a C+ rating, it’s FUNNY and BRAINLESS and DOES NOT REQUIRE THINKING and HAS A HAPPY ENDING, all of which means it will put me in a GOOD MOOD which is good for EVERYONE.
and i figured out why watching this isn’t as boring as watching normal football matches…
1) it has an above average soundtrack (which goes quite nicely with the game)
and the most important factor, obviously…
2) there are multiple and very very very frequent close ups of hot hot footballers…
which IS IN NO WAY RIVALLED by the multiple screens thing Astro does….NO WAY…
see?
only 12 hours since I last used my brain and already it has begun to atrophy…
most excellent!
tOo
second sem is finaaaaaally over, and there are NO MORE EXAMS in the forseeable future!
Well…for at least another 6 weeks. I think.
i shall celebrate by doing what i do best:
nothing.
ahahahaha. and SHOP, obviously.
now i shall be off to buy ridiculously stupid things…
tOodles dahlings…
Listening: Where Is My Mind; Nada Surf
Watching: Superman! (the gayness of it all)
i told you i was bored
I’m not the only one who can’t concentrate on more than 3 things at a time…
itsy bitsy
i’m shocked i had the presence of mind not to scream.
even Spidey knows bananas are good for you.
now i must study, exam on FRIDAY!!!!
i can’t believe you’re watching this
i know, i can’t believe it either.
i was just trying to justify WHY i need more money when all the words just came out in a big mumbly jumbly mess.
(seriously, i have never been more incoherent in my entire life)
this is the clinical sign of some kind of disorder, but for the life of me i can’t remember what it’s called.
i should study harder.
Listening: If You’re Gone; Matchbox Twenty
why are you still here?
i’m addicted to this completely lame show.
many many people have given me grief over this
the latest being my brother (I can’t believe you’re watching this!Whyyyyy?)
I MUST STOP THIS, SO HELP ME GOD.
POOK POOK 