And the Olympics was suppose to foster ties between nations.
My primary school textbooks still intones the 5 coloured rings signify unity and peace in the world.
But world unity and peace is no more.
France's PM decides to boycott the games.
Britain's head is not going to be present at the opening.
The EU is urging their members to boycott the games.
Rudd is even thinking of doing a no-show.
Almost every country wants an open communication between China and Tibet.
China blames the Dalai Lama.
The Dalai Lama says he's innocent. He only wants Tibet's autonomy, not independence. He's a man of peace, he says, not one for violence.
But his followers, Buddhist monks are raging on in Lhasa.
And throughout the world, along the torch's journey, people are joining the monks in halting the games in its tracks.
This whole shenanigan is one whole big mess.
and i have just the very solution:
Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...
John Lennon was way ahead of his time. and he's a genius.
he's a wonderful insightful kid in a grown-up's world.
sometimes, all we need is just a little bit of imagination...
and maybe a whole lot of justice and kindness.
but hey, let's not kid ourselves, shall we?
Thursday, April 10, 2008
of the non-ambassador and the munchies (and Nicholas's birthday!)
just been chosen as an ambassador for the End Child Slavery campaign by Oaktree Foundation, a youth-run, non-profit Aussie organisation.
but sadly, I have to turn them down.
too much work to do and so little time.
on a brighter note, it's Nicholas's birthday today. and since he's such an awesome friend, i shall be a good person and wish him a happy birthday!! i will forever remember his beeg beeg eyes (lol) and think his blog is such an entertaining read. hugs and will see you soon, dude! in the meantime, read more books then you can recommend some good ones for me when i come back alright? and someone is 20 already! hit the big 2-0 already huh?
i'm itching to bake the saucepan brownie again. blame it on the munchies.
and i bought a brigh blue nail polish from Sportsgirl today for a mere 3 bucks! ~yayness~so Rach, if you have a sudden craving for bright blue, you know who to look for huh?
but sadly, I have to turn them down.
too much work to do and so little time.
on a brighter note, it's Nicholas's birthday today. and since he's such an awesome friend, i shall be a good person and wish him a happy birthday!! i will forever remember his beeg beeg eyes (lol) and think his blog is such an entertaining read. hugs and will see you soon, dude! in the meantime, read more books then you can recommend some good ones for me when i come back alright? and someone is 20 already! hit the big 2-0 already huh?
i'm itching to bake the saucepan brownie again. blame it on the munchies.
and i bought a brigh blue nail polish from Sportsgirl today for a mere 3 bucks! ~yayness~so Rach, if you have a sudden craving for bright blue, you know who to look for huh?
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
of the smallest black hole and spaghetti
omg i just find this too interesting to ignore!
read on the Yahoo! homepage about the smallest black hole ever found.
it's like the size of a large city.
and get this: it's called J1650!!
i think NASA scientists are way to uncreative in naming space thingies, what with their naming every star or black hole or whatever there is out there with a number code and an alphabet.
if it was up to me, i will probably name it John Ramses the II or the Itsy-Bitsy-Mitsy Black Hole.
subsequent smaller blackholes will just be named Itsy-Bitsy-Mitsy Black Hole the II aka The Real Deal and so on...
kinda reminds me of C3PO from Star Wars and all the wonderful modern equipment i have in my apartment right now. like my laptop is the Portege M500-310 and my kettle is Estrog F549.
every damn modern appliance i have is tagged with a serial number behind it, come ot think of it.
thank goodness us humans have not resort to that yet. we still have names and nicknames.
imagine a science fiction-ey society where i'm called M1504EL and my brother is called J1405ON. hmm....
but i digress.
this little J1650 can apparently "stretch your body into a strand of spaghetti".
it just tickles me to no end that someone like me can be thinner than Kate Moss in that black hole.
and it's from a star that burn up its fuel and collapse into its own gravity.
and the rest of the article is something cheem about Einstein being way ahead of his time and getting the estimation of this black hole right. the NASA person was actually quite excited about this fact.
and all i could think of is the spaghetti part and wondering how my brother's bottomless pit of a stomach can be stretched until THAT thin.
read on the Yahoo! homepage about the smallest black hole ever found.
it's like the size of a large city.
and get this: it's called J1650!!
i think NASA scientists are way to uncreative in naming space thingies, what with their naming every star or black hole or whatever there is out there with a number code and an alphabet.
if it was up to me, i will probably name it John Ramses the II or the Itsy-Bitsy-Mitsy Black Hole.
subsequent smaller blackholes will just be named Itsy-Bitsy-Mitsy Black Hole the II aka The Real Deal and so on...
kinda reminds me of C3PO from Star Wars and all the wonderful modern equipment i have in my apartment right now. like my laptop is the Portege M500-310 and my kettle is Estrog F549.
every damn modern appliance i have is tagged with a serial number behind it, come ot think of it.
thank goodness us humans have not resort to that yet. we still have names and nicknames.
imagine a science fiction-ey society where i'm called M1504EL and my brother is called J1405ON. hmm....
but i digress.
this little J1650 can apparently "stretch your body into a strand of spaghetti".
it just tickles me to no end that someone like me can be thinner than Kate Moss in that black hole.
and it's from a star that burn up its fuel and collapse into its own gravity.
and the rest of the article is something cheem about Einstein being way ahead of his time and getting the estimation of this black hole right. the NASA person was actually quite excited about this fact.
and all i could think of is the spaghetti part and wondering how my brother's bottomless pit of a stomach can be stretched until THAT thin.
of love at every sight and those little trills
just read this on Rach's blog.
and i so totally agree with what she just said,
**love at first sight is so easy to find.
whoever said that it was the most difficult around?
it's love at every sight which is the hardest.
have a think about it.**
and i think that this applies to family and friends, not only that special someone in your life.
families get in your businesses all the time.
friends annoy you with their questions.
and it becomes harder to remeber that you love them.
but at the end,
they love you too much to let you be alone for any second of your day.
and as for you,
you just make me laugh so hard at every sight that my heart is lighter, less worried, even does little trills (which in medical terms is quite bad for me, but who cares?)
and i so totally agree with what she just said,
**love at first sight is so easy to find.
whoever said that it was the most difficult around?
it's love at every sight which is the hardest.
have a think about it.**
and i think that this applies to family and friends, not only that special someone in your life.
families get in your businesses all the time.
friends annoy you with their questions.
and it becomes harder to remeber that you love them.
but at the end,
they love you too much to let you be alone for any second of your day.
and as for you,
you just make me laugh so hard at every sight that my heart is lighter, less worried, even does little trills (which in medical terms is quite bad for me, but who cares?)
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
of paradoxical situations
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints.
We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less.
We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time.
We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.
We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We've learned how to make a living, but not a life.
We've added years to life not life to years.
We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space.
We've done larger things, but not better things.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.
We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice.
We write more, but learn less.
We plan more, but accomplish less.
We've learned to rush, but not to wait.
We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships.
These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes.
Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less.
We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time.
We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.
We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We've learned how to make a living, but not a life.
We've added years to life not life to years.
We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space.
We've done larger things, but not better things.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.
We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice.
We write more, but learn less.
We plan more, but accomplish less.
We've learned to rush, but not to wait.
We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships.
These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes.
Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
Monday, March 31, 2008
of fixing people and letting them be
When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse
And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?
Lights will guide you home,
And ignite your bones,
And I will try to fix you,
High up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
Tears stream down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down on your face
And I
Tears stream down your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down on your face
And I
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse
And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?
Lights will guide you home,
And ignite your bones,
And I will try to fix you,
High up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
Tears stream down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down on your face
And I
Tears stream down your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down on your face
And I
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
Sunday, March 30, 2008
of Moldy Peaches and Barry
The two cutest songs I've ever heard and oh-so-true: (download please)
Anyone Else But You (The Moldy Peaches)
You're a part time lover and a full time friend
The monkey on you're back is the latest trend
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
I kiss you on the brain in the shadow of a train
I kiss you all starry eyed, my body's swinging from side to side
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
Here is the church and here is the steeple
We sure are cute for two ugly people
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
The pebbles forgive me, the trees forgive me
So why can't, you forgive me?
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
I will find my nitch in your car
With my mp3 DVD rumple-packed guitar
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
Up up down down left right left right B A start
Just because we use cheats doesn't mean we're not smart
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
You are always trying to keep it real
I'm in love with how you feel
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
We both have shiny happy fits of rage
You want more fans, I want more stage
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
Don Quixote was a steel driving man.
My name is Adam I'm your biggest fan
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
Squinched up your face and did a dance
You shook a little turd out of the bottom of your pants
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
***********
All I Want Is You (Barry Louis Polisar)
If I was a flower growing wild and free
All I'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee.
And if I was a tree growing tall and greeen
All I'd want is you to shade me and be my leaves
All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.
If you were a river in the mountains tall,
The rumble of your water would be my call.
If you were the winter, I know I'd be the snow
Just as long as you were with me, let the cold winds blow
If you were a wink, I'd be a nod
If you were a seed, well I'd be a pod.
If you were the floor, I'd wanna be the rug
And if you were a kiss, I know I'd be a hug
If you were the wood, I'd be the fire.
If you were the love, I'd be the desire.
If you were a castle, I'd be your moat,
And if you were an ocean, I'd learn to float.
don't these songs just put a smile on your face and think the world is just so pretty?
Anyone Else But You (The Moldy Peaches)
You're a part time lover and a full time friend
The monkey on you're back is the latest trend
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
I kiss you on the brain in the shadow of a train
I kiss you all starry eyed, my body's swinging from side to side
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
Here is the church and here is the steeple
We sure are cute for two ugly people
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
The pebbles forgive me, the trees forgive me
So why can't, you forgive me?
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
I will find my nitch in your car
With my mp3 DVD rumple-packed guitar
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
Up up down down left right left right B A start
Just because we use cheats doesn't mean we're not smart
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
You are always trying to keep it real
I'm in love with how you feel
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
We both have shiny happy fits of rage
You want more fans, I want more stage
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
Don Quixote was a steel driving man.
My name is Adam I'm your biggest fan
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
Squinched up your face and did a dance
You shook a little turd out of the bottom of your pants
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you
***********
All I Want Is You (Barry Louis Polisar)
If I was a flower growing wild and free
All I'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee.
And if I was a tree growing tall and greeen
All I'd want is you to shade me and be my leaves
All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.
If you were a river in the mountains tall,
The rumble of your water would be my call.
If you were the winter, I know I'd be the snow
Just as long as you were with me, let the cold winds blow
If you were a wink, I'd be a nod
If you were a seed, well I'd be a pod.
If you were the floor, I'd wanna be the rug
And if you were a kiss, I know I'd be a hug
If you were the wood, I'd be the fire.
If you were the love, I'd be the desire.
If you were a castle, I'd be your moat,
And if you were an ocean, I'd learn to float.
don't these songs just put a smile on your face and think the world is just so pretty?
Monday, March 24, 2008
of rainy nights and grown-upness
it's raining cats and dogs now.
and it's times like this that i wish i was home, back home in JB,
in the living room, lounged on half of the sofa,
while my dad would sit on the floor with his head on the second half of the sofa,
mum will be on the two-seater,
and my brother will be beached on the floor like a whale washed up on dry land,
and we're be all watching TV
and talking during the super-long ad breaks,
and sometimes, when we're really good and mum fancies something sweet,
we get a little dessert to accompany our TV-watching.
and i do so love mum's sea coconut dessert thingy.
but dad will probably be munching on his nuts or dried fruits ,
and mum will go, "stop eating all these nonsense, you're not young anymore."
and dad will go, "oh, but i am still young and these are healthy snacks" with that cheeky grin,
and we'll all be in our jammies.
i'm older now.
but i'm not that grown up enough not to miss home.
and it's times like this that i wish i was home, back home in JB,
in the living room, lounged on half of the sofa,
while my dad would sit on the floor with his head on the second half of the sofa,
mum will be on the two-seater,
and my brother will be beached on the floor like a whale washed up on dry land,
and we're be all watching TV
and talking during the super-long ad breaks,
and sometimes, when we're really good and mum fancies something sweet,
we get a little dessert to accompany our TV-watching.
and i do so love mum's sea coconut dessert thingy.
but dad will probably be munching on his nuts or dried fruits ,
and mum will go, "stop eating all these nonsense, you're not young anymore."
and dad will go, "oh, but i am still young and these are healthy snacks" with that cheeky grin,
and we'll all be in our jammies.
i'm older now.
but i'm not that grown up enough not to miss home.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
of brithdays and more birthdays...
Easter started off with a bang.
and of course to show how much we love them, me and Phey Yee decided to bake the cakes for them. i tried my best but when Phey Yee aka the ultra-talented-slash-experienced-baker put her super pretty pineapple cake next to my amateurish cake, it shows. but in my defence, i made the cake out of love for Jasper and had a lot of tears, effort, hard work and sweat in it. *grins* omg, now looking at it now, my cake looks like a Safeway-bought cake!!
and of course the whole gang was there minus Kelvin Koay and he was sorely missed. and damn it, i look stumpy. *blah* i blame the camera for putting 20 pounds on me.
the guys. note QiLun's uber-gangsta-boy-rapper-with-side-cap look. very becoming, don't you think?
again, boys will be boys, so they played with balloons while we girls yakked up a storm amidst the million-dollar-wall-to-wall view of Jazzy's apartment.
and fine, we were playing with balloons too. but just for a while, when the guys were doing what they do best on the PS3.
something caught our eye at the side... and it was Jasper's shiny pretty high-tech chrome oven, great for all occasions eg baking muffins, roasting chicken, pasta bake etc. but Phey Yee doesn't seem to be impressed by that big-ass of a kitchen appliance. I assume that's because she has a much bigger-ass appliance at home. lol.
It was Chris's birthday on Thurs and i tramped all the way from uni to Fitzroy, without taking a tram! and it was far and there were tons of dodgy people around me taht gave me the creeps. and i was in my Zara shirt and ironed pants and flats, looking very much like some office admin staff who probably carries her paycheck in her bag.
but hey, it was worth it. coz i got to see the Albert House peeps again.
and it was awesome.
*smiles*
the girls and guy (wink wink!) were great and gossipy as usual.
so lots of juicy news and catching up....
then it was the J&J Birthday Bash on Friday.
Jasper (aka Jazzy thanks to Rach!! lol) is officially 2-0!!
Jacq's still in the 10s region, turning 19 yesterday. (lucky her!!)
the guys. note QiLun's uber-gangsta-boy-rapper-with-side-cap look. very becoming, don't you think?again, boys will be boys, so they played with balloons while we girls yakked up a storm amidst the million-dollar-wall-to-wall view of Jazzy's apartment.something caught our eye at the side... and it was Jasper's shiny pretty high-tech chrome oven, great for all occasions eg baking muffins, roasting chicken, pasta bake etc. but Phey Yee doesn't seem to be impressed by that big-ass of a kitchen appliance. I assume that's because she has a much bigger-ass appliance at home. lol.and I just had to put this picture of Jasper in. see that Cheshire Cat smile on his face when we gave him a rose. i bet he never received a flower in his entire life, being a guy. and boy, does he look pleased.
hope you guys had a great time with us crashing your place and cooking up a storm for two of you lucky people!! see how much we love you two, bridge-playing (Jasper, that's you) and indecisiveness (Jacq, this is you) and all!!
and then today was Princess Pamela's sweet 21st. and being the nice, friendly, super-sociable IMSS people that we are, the trio trooped down to the city to attend her pretty-in-pink big bash. the theme was Pink To Impress, so again being the compliant trio, we turn up in pink. the plates were pink too. even the drinks was this boysenberry-pink fruit punch and pink champagne.
and omg, I met a few people that I know personally which was kinda cool as I was thinking how I would just know the girls. the world is such a small place.
this was the only decent picture that I took as my camera batt died-ed on me.
then we had this late-night raid on Coles after the bash, as Jacq had to get soy milk and muesli bars. but me and Phey Yee came out with more stuff than her. we were just being girls and girls are incapable of buying things they only need. but it's all good because I finally found those big muffin foil cups. yayness!
and speaking of which, Phey Yee, here's the recipe for the brownie that i made you yesterday. super easy and quick...
6 tablespoons butter
2 ounces unsweetened chocolate (without saying, I put more of this into the mix. like duuuuh!!)
1/2 teaspoon vanilla
1 cup granulated sugar
2 large eggs
3/4 cup all-purpose flour
1/4 teaspoon baking powder
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup chopped pecans or walnuts (i omitted this because i hate nuts and i assume the world hates them too *grins*)
Heat oven to 325°. Grease and flour an 8-inch square baking pan.
In a saucepan over low heat, melt the butter and chocolate, stirring constantly. Remove from heat and let cool. With a whisk, beat in the vanilla and sugar.
Whisk in eggs, one at a time, beating well after each addition. Stir flour, measure into a small bowl, and stir in the baking powder and salt, blending well. With a wooden spoon, stir the flour mixture into the first mixture. Stir in the chopped nuts, blending well. Spoon into the prepared pan and spread evenly. Bake the brownies for about 25 minutes.
and the important thing is to bake it for a whole 25 minutes or more, depending on your oven. and for heaven's sake, be a little patient and let the brownie settle and cool for a while. don't pull a fast one like me and end up burning my hand on the grill and collapsing my brownie. and holy baloney, my hand still hurts like hell!
much to learn, I have. *chanelling Yoda*
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
of self-indulgence and ungratefulness
i shall be a very self-indulgent, annoying little prat now and complain for just a wee part of my post.
THE MELB WEATHER IS KILLING ME. FRYING ME ALIVE AND BAKING ME INTO A WATERLESS, CRISP BACON.
it's suppose to be cold but Melb just had to unpredictable MELB, had to live up to its name, ya know?
so it was boiling, frustratingly, oven-ly hot.
so hot that i had to spread my comforter in the living room under the fan and sleep on the carpeted floor of my living room!
just couldn't deal with the heat in my room.
and and and...
it stops me from studying long sessions!!
sucks sucks sucks.
just when i was dying to get more and more study hours in.
soooo annoying.
and and and...
the IMSS torts and champagne thingy was on the hottest day of the week!!
and me and phey yee had to carry freakingly large and heavy stuff for it!!
i must have lost gallons of water and salt!!
that's why after that, i was craving for somethin savoury!!
for the whole damn narration of that crappy day, read phey yee's blog.
and yes, she did not elaborate on that post. what she wrote was very true.
and and and...
my quiz went worse than i expected.
i thought my result will be better, considering the extra long and early hours i put in.
and the weather now just puts a damper on everything else.
and and and...
the last week and this week's lectures were terrible.
notes were incomprehensible, lecturers were incomprehensible and the material was equivalent to rocket science.
sucks sucks sucks.'
....
i feel much better now.
now, i shall go and try to put in a few more hours!! despite the bloody-hellness of the weather.
THE MELB WEATHER IS KILLING ME. FRYING ME ALIVE AND BAKING ME INTO A WATERLESS, CRISP BACON.
it's suppose to be cold but Melb just had to unpredictable MELB, had to live up to its name, ya know?
so it was boiling, frustratingly, oven-ly hot.
so hot that i had to spread my comforter in the living room under the fan and sleep on the carpeted floor of my living room!
just couldn't deal with the heat in my room.
and and and...
it stops me from studying long sessions!!
sucks sucks sucks.
just when i was dying to get more and more study hours in.
soooo annoying.
and and and...
the IMSS torts and champagne thingy was on the hottest day of the week!!
and me and phey yee had to carry freakingly large and heavy stuff for it!!
i must have lost gallons of water and salt!!
that's why after that, i was craving for somethin savoury!!
for the whole damn narration of that crappy day, read phey yee's blog.
and yes, she did not elaborate on that post. what she wrote was very true.
and and and...
my quiz went worse than i expected.
i thought my result will be better, considering the extra long and early hours i put in.
and the weather now just puts a damper on everything else.
and and and...
the last week and this week's lectures were terrible.
notes were incomprehensible, lecturers were incomprehensible and the material was equivalent to rocket science.
sucks sucks sucks.'
....
i feel much better now.
now, i shall go and try to put in a few more hours!! despite the bloody-hellness of the weather.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Of Juno and the food baby aka seamonkey
omg....
JUNO is like one my favourite-est show ever...
blows the rest out of water for me.
i think i am in love with art films nowadays. i should probably just get a members card from Nova, the artsy-fartsy theatre near my place.
but back to Juno. sure, the plot is common, all about this teen who got pregnant by her best friend and her nine-month journey into giving up her kid for adoption.
but this teen is no ordinary teen, she's the very spunky, splendidly-portrayed Ellen Page complete with snappy comebacks as Juno aka Junebug.
and holy crap!! the things she and her entourage says is absolutely hilarious and very very snappy. script was sparkling with wit the whole time.
Leah: It's probably just a food baby. Did you have a big lunch?
Juno MacGuff: No, this is not a food baby all right? I've taken like three pregnancy tests, and I'm forshizz up the spout.
Vanessa Loring: Your parents are probably wondering where you are.
Juno MacGuff: Nah... I mean, I'm already pregnant, so what other kind of shenanigans could I get into?
Vanessa Loring: So... How are we going to do this?
Juno MacGuff: What do you mean? Don't I just have the thing? Squeeze it on out and hand it over?
Gerta Rauss: Mark and Vanessa are willing to negotiate an open adoption...
Mac MacGuff: What do you mean?
Juno MacGuff: Wait... No! I mean, can't we just, like, kick this old school? Like, I have the baby, put it in a basket and send it your way, like, Moses and the reeds?
Mark Loring: Technically, that would be kicking it Old Testament.
Gerta Rauss: ...So, we all agree that a closed adoption is the best decision for all involved?
Juno MacGuff: SSHHIT! YES! Close it up!
Mac MacGuff: [a very pregnant Juno enters the room] Hey there, big puffy version of Junebug
Mac MacGuff: You're pregnant?
Juno MacGuff: I'm sorry. I'm sorry... And if it is any consolation I have heartburn that is radiating in my knee caps and I haven't taken a dump since like Wednesday... morning.
Bren: I didn't even know that you were sexually active.
Juno MacGuff: I, uh...
Mac MacGuff: Who is the kid?
Juno MacGuff: The-the baby? I don't really know much about it other than, I mean, it has fingernails, allegedly
Juno MacGuff: You should've gone to China, you know, 'cause I hear they give away babies like free iPods. You know, they pretty much just put them in those t-shirt guns and shoot them out at sporting events.
Vanessa Loring: You think you're really going to do this?
Juno MacGuff: Yea, if I could just have the thing and give it to you now, I totally would. But I'm guessing it looks probably like a sea monkey right now and we should let it get a little cuter.
Gerta Rauss: So how far along are you?
Juno MacGuff: I'm a junior.
Rollo: Well, well... If it isn't MacGuff the crime dog! Back for another test?
Juno MacGuff: I think the last one was defective. The plus sign looked more like a division sign. I remain unconvinced.
Mark Loring: [in reference to Juno's stretched out shirt due to pregnancy] Wow! That shirt's workin' hard.
Paulie Bleeker: You seem to be getting pregnanter these days.
Mac MacGruff: In my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person will still think the sun shines out your ass. That's the kind of person that's worth sticking with.
JUNO is like one my favourite-est show ever...
blows the rest out of water for me.
i think i am in love with art films nowadays. i should probably just get a members card from Nova, the artsy-fartsy theatre near my place.
but back to Juno. sure, the plot is common, all about this teen who got pregnant by her best friend and her nine-month journey into giving up her kid for adoption.
but this teen is no ordinary teen, she's the very spunky, splendidly-portrayed Ellen Page complete with snappy comebacks as Juno aka Junebug.
and holy crap!! the things she and her entourage says is absolutely hilarious and very very snappy. script was sparkling with wit the whole time.
Leah: It's probably just a food baby. Did you have a big lunch?
Juno MacGuff: No, this is not a food baby all right? I've taken like three pregnancy tests, and I'm forshizz up the spout.
Vanessa Loring: Your parents are probably wondering where you are.
Juno MacGuff: Nah... I mean, I'm already pregnant, so what other kind of shenanigans could I get into?
Vanessa Loring: So... How are we going to do this?
Juno MacGuff: What do you mean? Don't I just have the thing? Squeeze it on out and hand it over?
Gerta Rauss: Mark and Vanessa are willing to negotiate an open adoption...
Mac MacGuff: What do you mean?
Juno MacGuff: Wait... No! I mean, can't we just, like, kick this old school? Like, I have the baby, put it in a basket and send it your way, like, Moses and the reeds?
Mark Loring: Technically, that would be kicking it Old Testament.
Gerta Rauss: ...So, we all agree that a closed adoption is the best decision for all involved?
Juno MacGuff: SSHHIT! YES! Close it up!
Mac MacGuff: [a very pregnant Juno enters the room] Hey there, big puffy version of Junebug
Mac MacGuff: You're pregnant?
Juno MacGuff: I'm sorry. I'm sorry... And if it is any consolation I have heartburn that is radiating in my knee caps and I haven't taken a dump since like Wednesday... morning.
Bren: I didn't even know that you were sexually active.
Juno MacGuff: I, uh...
Mac MacGuff: Who is the kid?
Juno MacGuff: The-the baby? I don't really know much about it other than, I mean, it has fingernails, allegedly
Juno MacGuff: You should've gone to China, you know, 'cause I hear they give away babies like free iPods. You know, they pretty much just put them in those t-shirt guns and shoot them out at sporting events.
Vanessa Loring: You think you're really going to do this?
Juno MacGuff: Yea, if I could just have the thing and give it to you now, I totally would. But I'm guessing it looks probably like a sea monkey right now and we should let it get a little cuter.
Gerta Rauss: So how far along are you?
Juno MacGuff: I'm a junior.
Rollo: Well, well... If it isn't MacGuff the crime dog! Back for another test?
Juno MacGuff: I think the last one was defective. The plus sign looked more like a division sign. I remain unconvinced.
Mark Loring: [in reference to Juno's stretched out shirt due to pregnancy] Wow! That shirt's workin' hard.
Paulie Bleeker: You seem to be getting pregnanter these days.
Mac MacGruff: In my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person will still think the sun shines out your ass. That's the kind of person that's worth sticking with.
Monday, March 10, 2008
of birthdays and a simple joke
we just had our first test today. no comments on that. at least it's over.
and happy birthday to my dear Shze Yi!! that girl must be partying up a storm in the Big Apple, Stoneybrook to be exact. (there was this book series i read a long time ago called the Babysistters' Club and it was set in Stoneybrook too! how cool is that?) but back to the turning the big 20, i hope you get lots of pressies and cards and wishes and all the lovely things that you definitely deserve. missing you loads, girl! hugs.
and also, happy belated birthday to Phey Yee, my dear girl. we managed to celebrate it as best as we can, considering the exam was looming a few days after that. and i hope she had a great time. and the bouquet of flowers is like a tradition now, i decided. it shall be give to her on her birthday every year, as long as i can remember and don't go senile.
and today i saw this cartoon that our HP lecturer put in his lecture slides. he's the type that tries to be the "cool" one, the "engaging" one. i think he's just too conditioned by the subject that he teaches. and, he dims the lights in the theatre so he actually looks quite good from afar, then when you go near, you go, "omg, he is sooo not what i thought he look like...". and another pet peeve i have about him is that he again tries to fit in with the younger generation, or at least appeal to the females in his class. two weeks in a row, he has shown up for class in shirts that are unbuttoned to midway past his chest. hello??! we're not in a latin ballroom dance competition. thank goodness he didn't wear satiny shirts and tasseled shoes.
and back to the cartoon that just tickeled me to no end...
it's kinda lame, i know. but it's just so duh-laugh-out-loud kinda thing that i just had to recreate it on my lappy...
after all, it's the little things that make your life interesting, you know.
and it doesn't take a lot to make my day, just so you know.
i could wish for the world to be simpler, then we wouldn't know war and hunger and all those calamities. but it's just human nature to be better, stronger, faster. smarter than our ancestors. you can never change that. and i don't think i will change that too. not in a million years.
and happy birthday to my dear Shze Yi!! that girl must be partying up a storm in the Big Apple, Stoneybrook to be exact. (there was this book series i read a long time ago called the Babysistters' Club and it was set in Stoneybrook too! how cool is that?) but back to the turning the big 20, i hope you get lots of pressies and cards and wishes and all the lovely things that you definitely deserve. missing you loads, girl! hugs.
and also, happy belated birthday to Phey Yee, my dear girl. we managed to celebrate it as best as we can, considering the exam was looming a few days after that. and i hope she had a great time. and the bouquet of flowers is like a tradition now, i decided. it shall be give to her on her birthday every year, as long as i can remember and don't go senile.
and today i saw this cartoon that our HP lecturer put in his lecture slides. he's the type that tries to be the "cool" one, the "engaging" one. i think he's just too conditioned by the subject that he teaches. and, he dims the lights in the theatre so he actually looks quite good from afar, then when you go near, you go, "omg, he is sooo not what i thought he look like...". and another pet peeve i have about him is that he again tries to fit in with the younger generation, or at least appeal to the females in his class. two weeks in a row, he has shown up for class in shirts that are unbuttoned to midway past his chest. hello??! we're not in a latin ballroom dance competition. thank goodness he didn't wear satiny shirts and tasseled shoes.
and back to the cartoon that just tickeled me to no end...
it's kinda lame, i know. but it's just so duh-laugh-out-loud kinda thing that i just had to recreate it on my lappy...after all, it's the little things that make your life interesting, you know.
and it doesn't take a lot to make my day, just so you know.
i could wish for the world to be simpler, then we wouldn't know war and hunger and all those calamities. but it's just human nature to be better, stronger, faster. smarter than our ancestors. you can never change that. and i don't think i will change that too. not in a million years.
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
of fear in the heart and fear in the mind
hey, i learnt something cool everyday...
so clinicals was at St V's hospital for me this term and the place was uber super duper pretty.
now i understand the appeal of that place to meds.
and the clinical school sure took a subtle approach to advertising their better-than-thou cohort of students with their big-font announcents about their top Sem12 student and scholars.
sure did a heck of a job intimidating me the moment i walked into the reception and saw the announcements.
oh but the really cool thing that i learnt today was there are actually fear receptors in the heart.
people who have cardiac weakness will most likely feel a sort of foreboding or premonition or bad feeling or they will just feel terrible.
some actually feel that they are going to die.
so in a way, fear or paranoia itself is not such an unexplained thing.
it's sort of justifiable.
that's kinda ironic, don't you think?
and after knowing this, everytime you feel a sort of fear clutching at your heart, you'll wonder whether it's your heart doing turns or maybe it's really the outside influences that scares you.
so clinicals was at St V's hospital for me this term and the place was uber super duper pretty.
now i understand the appeal of that place to meds.
and the clinical school sure took a subtle approach to advertising their better-than-thou cohort of students with their big-font announcents about their top Sem12 student and scholars.
sure did a heck of a job intimidating me the moment i walked into the reception and saw the announcements.
oh but the really cool thing that i learnt today was there are actually fear receptors in the heart.
people who have cardiac weakness will most likely feel a sort of foreboding or premonition or bad feeling or they will just feel terrible.
some actually feel that they are going to die.
so in a way, fear or paranoia itself is not such an unexplained thing.
it's sort of justifiable.
that's kinda ironic, don't you think?
and after knowing this, everytime you feel a sort of fear clutching at your heart, you'll wonder whether it's your heart doing turns or maybe it's really the outside influences that scares you.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
of wide-eyed innocence and getting there
meet-the-newbies session begins tomorrow for me as an IMSS committee member.
i'm supposed to go up to them, all smiley and bouncey and answer their minute questions on vaccinations and assessment.
owells, i think i was once like that too.
anxious little ball of wide-eyed nerves.
except i like to think myself as not THAT kiasu.
and that surely makes me a more cynical person that before, more hardened by workload an stress and life and the eternal question "when am i ever going to be done?"
but you know what, i think it's for the better now.
me not being so wide-eyed naive, head up in the clouds and all that jazz.
but i don't think i've lost that zeal that drove me into med school and driving me to get done with it.
i think i still have that dream.
it's all that i ever wanted in life.
when i somehow get there and find out that it's not as pretty or rewarding as it looks, that shucks to me then. i'll just stick to it and learn my way to deal with it. it's just something that i've got to do.
it's in my blood somehow.
i think getting there at the end is my kinda happily-ever-after.
nothing else beats that.
unfortunately.
i'm supposed to go up to them, all smiley and bouncey and answer their minute questions on vaccinations and assessment.
owells, i think i was once like that too.
anxious little ball of wide-eyed nerves.
except i like to think myself as not THAT kiasu.
and that surely makes me a more cynical person that before, more hardened by workload an stress and life and the eternal question "when am i ever going to be done?"
but you know what, i think it's for the better now.
me not being so wide-eyed naive, head up in the clouds and all that jazz.
but i don't think i've lost that zeal that drove me into med school and driving me to get done with it.
i think i still have that dream.
it's all that i ever wanted in life.
when i somehow get there and find out that it's not as pretty or rewarding as it looks, that shucks to me then. i'll just stick to it and learn my way to deal with it. it's just something that i've got to do.
it's in my blood somehow.
i think getting there at the end is my kinda happily-ever-after.
nothing else beats that.
unfortunately.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
of quantifying and guessing
The littlest of things do make me happy.
It was HP tute this afternoon. and I had this African tutor complete with hard-to-understand accent. but he's cool, some economist that deals with the health industry.
and he started telling us about how to measure illnesses which involved two units, the DALY (Disability Adjusted Life Years) and the cost imposed by the disease.
and for some reason or other, I was flummoxed. absolutely fascinating stuff.
humans do want to make darn good sense on everything in this world
and to do that, measuring it sure makes sense.
giving a quantitative value to everything qualitative is clearly the way to go.
we give star ratings to movie reviews, restaurants.
we count the life expectancy of populations.
bosses ask their underlings, "Are you 100% commited to this project?"
we ask patients, "how severe is the pain in your chest, ma'am/sir?" the patient clearly worried goes, "really painful, doc" and we HAVE to ask, "on a pain scale of 1 to 10, what rating would you give it?"
we even measure intangible things like light.
but i think there are some things that should never ever be measured. coz it will just take the fun and mystery out of everything. (i always love to be kept guessing)
and goodness knows, we deserve a little mystery and fun everyday to make up for quantifying everything.
omg, craving MaxB again...
but you didn't even do the littlest of things today.
It was HP tute this afternoon. and I had this African tutor complete with hard-to-understand accent. but he's cool, some economist that deals with the health industry.
and he started telling us about how to measure illnesses which involved two units, the DALY (Disability Adjusted Life Years) and the cost imposed by the disease.
and for some reason or other, I was flummoxed. absolutely fascinating stuff.
humans do want to make darn good sense on everything in this world
and to do that, measuring it sure makes sense.
giving a quantitative value to everything qualitative is clearly the way to go.
we give star ratings to movie reviews, restaurants.
we count the life expectancy of populations.
bosses ask their underlings, "Are you 100% commited to this project?"
we ask patients, "how severe is the pain in your chest, ma'am/sir?" the patient clearly worried goes, "really painful, doc" and we HAVE to ask, "on a pain scale of 1 to 10, what rating would you give it?"
we even measure intangible things like light.
but i think there are some things that should never ever be measured. coz it will just take the fun and mystery out of everything. (i always love to be kept guessing)
and goodness knows, we deserve a little mystery and fun everyday to make up for quantifying everything.
omg, craving MaxB again...
but you didn't even do the littlest of things today.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
of stethoscopes and pulseless-ness
woohoo! small things do make my day.
especially when small things mean a new nice shiny Littman Classic II stethoscope that is a deep bluish-purple.
and that cost a bomb.
Mel loves shiny toys and so does her brother who spent 10 minutes smirking about his tummy sounds.
and the newbies of med school are in! now i'm a big hulking important 2nd year meddie who absolutely knows her way around Guyton&Hall. (or thinks she has anyways.)
and boy, do the newbies look so unbelievably young! i gurantee that by the end of Sem 1, they will have dark eyecircles and walk around with a perpetual hunchback from all the huge-ass textbooks they have to lug around and less starry-eyed ambitions too.
time to wake up and smell the coffee (literally), dearies!!
oooh, and we had to practice our blood pressure taking skills today. Mel is officially pulse-less too!! or maybe just too many fatty layers to muffle the damn sounds. but i am getting there. i am determine to.
Quote of the day: "I love shopping and watching movies. Does that make me shallow?" -Frida during ICM.
2ships on the sea,
1wants to fly and soar,
1wants the sandy beaches and palm trees,
darn it.
give me a reason.
especially when small things mean a new nice shiny Littman Classic II stethoscope that is a deep bluish-purple.
and that cost a bomb.
Mel loves shiny toys and so does her brother who spent 10 minutes smirking about his tummy sounds.
and the newbies of med school are in! now i'm a big hulking important 2nd year meddie who absolutely knows her way around Guyton&Hall. (or thinks she has anyways.)
and boy, do the newbies look so unbelievably young! i gurantee that by the end of Sem 1, they will have dark eyecircles and walk around with a perpetual hunchback from all the huge-ass textbooks they have to lug around and less starry-eyed ambitions too.
time to wake up and smell the coffee (literally), dearies!!
oooh, and we had to practice our blood pressure taking skills today. Mel is officially pulse-less too!! or maybe just too many fatty layers to muffle the damn sounds. but i am getting there. i am determine to.
Quote of the day: "I love shopping and watching movies. Does that make me shallow?" -Frida during ICM.
2ships on the sea,
1wants to fly and soar,
1wants the sandy beaches and palm trees,
darn it.
give me a reason.
Monday, February 25, 2008
of PBL and THE conspiracies
i'm getting tired already and it's only the 2nd week.
but i will be fine. i have my girls.
PBL group this term is trying my patience with otherworldly theories.
hello, it's freaking asthma!! a low IQ person can even tell you that.
but noooo, they just had to go the HARD way.
hole in heart, dysfunctional valves, dehydration, anaemia... what kinda conspiracy society are we running here, dudes??!!
yes, we have to have hypotheses and do the whole differential diagnoses thingy....
but the hypotheses of a cricket ball hitting him, causing internal haemorrghage, thereby causing breathlessness, disorientation, fainting and turning him blue is UN-FREAKING-BELIEVABLE...
and I had to be the scribe for this retarded session, thus torturing me with endless of freaking complicated tables to type up.
no wonder i didn't say much at this session.
i was just too stunned out of my mind to be paying attention to what was coming out of their mouths.
note to self: repeat mantra "patience is a virtue" 10 times a day.
p.s. darn it. i should have gone for the theory of him choking on the gum he chewed because of the boring cricket game. and it blocked his airways and voila! the symptoms!
and you are not helping either.
EDIT: omg, i can't believe i sound this bitchy!! shame, Mel, shame!! put up with it... grrr....
but i will be fine. i have my girls.
PBL group this term is trying my patience with otherworldly theories.
hello, it's freaking asthma!! a low IQ person can even tell you that.
but noooo, they just had to go the HARD way.
hole in heart, dysfunctional valves, dehydration, anaemia... what kinda conspiracy society are we running here, dudes??!!
yes, we have to have hypotheses and do the whole differential diagnoses thingy....
but the hypotheses of a cricket ball hitting him, causing internal haemorrghage, thereby causing breathlessness, disorientation, fainting and turning him blue is UN-FREAKING-BELIEVABLE...
and I had to be the scribe for this retarded session, thus torturing me with endless of freaking complicated tables to type up.
no wonder i didn't say much at this session.
i was just too stunned out of my mind to be paying attention to what was coming out of their mouths.
note to self: repeat mantra "patience is a virtue" 10 times a day.
p.s. darn it. i should have gone for the theory of him choking on the gum he chewed because of the boring cricket game. and it blocked his airways and voila! the symptoms!
and you are not helping either.
EDIT: omg, i can't believe i sound this bitchy!! shame, Mel, shame!! put up with it... grrr....
Friday, February 22, 2008
of Bridget and her edge of reason
Am feeling so much more cheered up now after Bridget Jones: The Edge Of Reason. absolutely never fails to amuse me and especially i love these quotes and her granny-sized knickers and her likeness to Elizabeth Bennet in Pride and Prejudice.
and Colin Firth is an absolute dead ringer for Darcy in that very same book! *swoons*
Bridget Jones: No, it's not a reason! But you're not perfect either! You look down your nose at absolutely everyone and you're incapable of doing anything spontaneous or potentially affectionate. It feels like you're waiting to find someone in the VIP room who's- who's so fantastic, just the way she is, that you don't need to fix her.
Mark Darcy: Bridget, this is mad.
Bridget Jones: And perhaps you thought you found her. Do you *want* to marry me?
Mark Darcy: Look- I...
Bridget Jones: You see, you can never muster the strength, to fight for me.
Bridget Jones: You can't do this, I'm English! And an award-winning journalist... Well, maybe not award-winning, but I have been to *lots* of award ceremonies.
Mark Darcy: Why're you dancing around in that tent business?
Bridget Jones: Because I don't want you to see any of my wobbly bits.
Mark Darcy: Well now that's a bit pointless isn't it. As I happen to have a very high regard for your wobbly bits. In all circumstances.
Bridget Jones: Really?
Mark Darcy: Absolutely. I think it's high time we had another look.
Bridget Jones: I will not fuck it up again, Mum.
Mum: Bridget! Language!
Bridget Jones: Sorry. I will not fuck it up again... mother.
Dad: Ciggy?
Bridget Jones: No. No thanks. I've given up again.
Dad: Shame. I find them very useful. I take great comfort in the fact that they might kill me before things actually get worse.
Daniel Cleaver: New York. the Big, Juicy Apple. The city that never sleeps with the same person two nights running. My favorite place in America, where Sex And The City isn't just a programme, it's a promise.
and Hugh Grant is finally the misunderstood villian in this show which is again a huge plus-plus! none of the mushy romantic Notting Hill crap, thank you very much.
and Colin Firth is an absolute dead ringer for Darcy in that very same book! *swoons*
Bridget Jones: No, it's not a reason! But you're not perfect either! You look down your nose at absolutely everyone and you're incapable of doing anything spontaneous or potentially affectionate. It feels like you're waiting to find someone in the VIP room who's- who's so fantastic, just the way she is, that you don't need to fix her.
Mark Darcy: Bridget, this is mad.
Bridget Jones: And perhaps you thought you found her. Do you *want* to marry me?
Mark Darcy: Look- I...
Bridget Jones: You see, you can never muster the strength, to fight for me.
Bridget Jones: You can't do this, I'm English! And an award-winning journalist... Well, maybe not award-winning, but I have been to *lots* of award ceremonies.
Mark Darcy: Why're you dancing around in that tent business?
Bridget Jones: Because I don't want you to see any of my wobbly bits.
Mark Darcy: Well now that's a bit pointless isn't it. As I happen to have a very high regard for your wobbly bits. In all circumstances.
Bridget Jones: Really?
Mark Darcy: Absolutely. I think it's high time we had another look.
Bridget Jones: I will not fuck it up again, Mum.
Mum: Bridget! Language!
Bridget Jones: Sorry. I will not fuck it up again... mother.
Dad: Ciggy?
Bridget Jones: No. No thanks. I've given up again.
Dad: Shame. I find them very useful. I take great comfort in the fact that they might kill me before things actually get worse.
Daniel Cleaver: New York. the Big, Juicy Apple. The city that never sleeps with the same person two nights running. My favorite place in America, where Sex And The City isn't just a programme, it's a promise.
and Hugh Grant is finally the misunderstood villian in this show which is again a huge plus-plus! none of the mushy romantic Notting Hill crap, thank you very much.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
of resolutions and surfaces
it's been easier nowadays and it's been better too.
i guess sometimes, you just need to dig deep down or rather just scratch the surface to get to that little bit of realisation. and sometimes, that's all that matters.
it's a tad late for resolutions.
but this year, i resolve to not only scratch the surface of issues, dig deep down, but also to trust and have faith in me and my treasured ones around me.
heck, it's kinda a lot for me to take in, but it's worth a try because i'm tired of feeling insecure and being hung up by nothing.
*I am Mel and I am worth it*
i guess sometimes, you just need to dig deep down or rather just scratch the surface to get to that little bit of realisation. and sometimes, that's all that matters.
it's a tad late for resolutions.
but this year, i resolve to not only scratch the surface of issues, dig deep down, but also to trust and have faith in me and my treasured ones around me.
heck, it's kinda a lot for me to take in, but it's worth a try because i'm tired of feeling insecure and being hung up by nothing.
*I am Mel and I am worth it*
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Saturday, February 02, 2008
Thursday, January 24, 2008
i'm in this phase now. it's the Mel's shoes phase.
and i'm totally loving high heels, pumps, peeptoes, flats, wedges, my black trusty flipflops (which i'm going to bling it out as soon as i find the right bling).
but not so much of the sandals type.
and i just bought two lovely pair of flats yesterday.
uber happy now.
and i'm totally loving high heels, pumps, peeptoes, flats, wedges, my black trusty flipflops (which i'm going to bling it out as soon as i find the right bling).
but not so much of the sandals type.
and i just bought two lovely pair of flats yesterday.
uber happy now.
Saturday, January 05, 2008
of curiosity and that memory
memories are die-hard little things.
and i still wonder what you're doing this very instant and whether you're happy or not.
i should have acted the usual me - rash and bold.
but i did not and now i wonder.
i searched you today, you know?
yes, i'm that curious.
and curiosity kills the cat.
i shouldn't anymore.
i will not.
i will not.
i will not.
i will not.
i will not.
i will not.
and i still wonder what you're doing this very instant and whether you're happy or not.
i should have acted the usual me - rash and bold.
but i did not and now i wonder.
i searched you today, you know?
yes, i'm that curious.
and curiosity kills the cat.
i shouldn't anymore.
i will not.
i will not.
i will not.
i will not.
i will not.
i will not.
Thursday, January 03, 2008
of happy endings and the make-believe
This is the way you left me,
I'm not pretending.
No hope, no love, no glory,
No Happy Ending.
This is the way that we love,
Like it's forever.
Then live the rest of our life,
But not together.
Wake up in the morning, stumble on my life
Can't get no love without sacrifice
If anything should happen, I guess I wish you well
A little bit of heaven, but a little bit of hell
This is the hardest story that I've ever told
No hope, or love, or glory
Happy endings gone forever more
I feel as if I feel as if I'm wasted
And I'm wastin' everyday
This is the way you left me,
I'm not pretending.
No hope, no love, no glory,
No Happy Ending.
This is the way that we love,
Like it's forever.
Then live the rest of our life,
But not together.
2 o'clock in the morning, something's on my mind
Can't get no rest; keep walkin' around
If I pretend that nothin' ever went wrong, I can get to my sleep
I can think that we just carried on
We can always tell what's a person like with the books on the bookshelves.
and right now, Meg Cabot and Sophie Kinsella is right in the middle.
that tells a lot about me, though i would like to think that i have a bit more depth than my Cabot books.
but ultimately, i am a girl.
and i want a fairytale.
though i know reality catches up on you and bites you in the butt.
**the girls were wonderful today and my butt is sore from all the ice skating we did**
I'm not pretending.
No hope, no love, no glory,
No Happy Ending.
This is the way that we love,
Like it's forever.
Then live the rest of our life,
But not together.
Wake up in the morning, stumble on my life
Can't get no love without sacrifice
If anything should happen, I guess I wish you well
A little bit of heaven, but a little bit of hell
This is the hardest story that I've ever told
No hope, or love, or glory
Happy endings gone forever more
I feel as if I feel as if I'm wasted
And I'm wastin' everyday
This is the way you left me,
I'm not pretending.
No hope, no love, no glory,
No Happy Ending.
This is the way that we love,
Like it's forever.
Then live the rest of our life,
But not together.
2 o'clock in the morning, something's on my mind
Can't get no rest; keep walkin' around
If I pretend that nothin' ever went wrong, I can get to my sleep
I can think that we just carried on
We can always tell what's a person like with the books on the bookshelves.
and right now, Meg Cabot and Sophie Kinsella is right in the middle.
that tells a lot about me, though i would like to think that i have a bit more depth than my Cabot books.
but ultimately, i am a girl.
and i want a fairytale.
though i know reality catches up on you and bites you in the butt.
**the girls were wonderful today and my butt is sore from all the ice skating we did**
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