Monday, December 28, 2009

FNTM CONCERT TIX



I BOUGHT TICKETS TO FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE'S CONCERT!!
Li Bing and I and $166 spent.
FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


FEB 7 SUNDAY
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FEB 7 SUNDAY
FEB 7 SUNDAY
FEB 7 SUNDAY

WHEEEEEEEE.

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Our faces now.

The Impossible.

it does not that a genius to figure out that I talk too much.
Does that put you off?
Can you find peace in the noise I make? Will you?
Because that is a facade, and beneath that, you will find a much quieter girl.
Someone who will sing you a lullaby if you ask for it, and say nothing more.

..

The drumming noise inside my head has stopped.
Every glance used to kill me, every scent, every sound.
It used to eliminate my existence altogether.
Now i embrace the silence, awkward moments and the impossible.
me and you.
and the impossible.


The drumming sound used to make such an almighty sound.
It used to be sweeter than heaven and hotter and hell.
Now it has faded into a melody that blends softly into the background.


Under unexplained circumstance, will we meet again somewhere else and have renewed interest in each other?
I hope not.
Have a safe trip.

Fave pic of CHA, BING and TONG




its the meaning behind the picture, spontaneous moment, chemistry, and a little bit of Mass Comm comfort.

A story to chase the monday blues away

I was doing my laundry and came up with this story.
Given my current obsession with "doing laundry in hall"...I cant say the idea is far fetch.

...


Girl meets boy in laundry room.
Girl meets boy in laundry room.
Girl meets boy in laundry room.
Girl meets boy in laundry room.
Girl meets boy in laundry room.
They start as laundry buddies and subsequent meetings result in a date, many conversations (resolving around laundry) and finally *ta-ta-ta-thang* gets together.

Of course the story ends with the boy proposing to the girl in a laundry room HAHAHAHA

...

running out of washing power.
welcome to my shit-ass domestic life that I share with myself.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Xmas and thereafter.

BINTAN WAS SUPER R&R!
Falling asleep on the beach, waking up to the calling of the ocean, smiling at the horizon and feeling the embrace of the wind.
Not to mention spending XMAS away from Singapore - oddly, that is a kind of relief to me.
















and alot alot alot of fries and chicken wings ARGH...


and BOXING DAY was spent with BT's Julian.
The assistant Editor who constantly reminds me of my bad grammar but passion in Journ HAHAHAHAHAH



K Yap (the intern before me), Julian and I chilled out and talked about the good ole days.

I'm surprised by the lack of passion in journ in kids nowdays.

SUNDAY

“You can drive at 16, go to war at 18, drink at 21, and retire at 65. So who can say what age you have to be to find your true love?”
— One Tree Hill

SUNDAY

“You can drive at 16, go to war at 18, drink at 21, and retire at 65. So who can say what age you have to be to find your true love?”
— One Tree Hill

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

In an instance, you were mine.




I wish everything could be that instant "snap snap".
More love, less heart break.

Guess I'm turning into the kind of person of the modern society.
Always needy, urgent, impatient and rushing off to the next nowhere.

Monday, December 21, 2009

Keaty and Xinyu



This says alot.
so much its hard to put it in words.
Their 21st this year was a milestone in my life as well.
So is this 1st photoshoot.

JOANNE




This is my fave photo of us this year.
Being out of hall and all. :)

....

Im picking out fave images of the year and blogging it.
Let's start with Joanne.

HAPPY 20th BING BING

This is one of the notable nights in my life.
Low-key, in the neighbourhood, fuss free, dressed-down and just plain comfortable.

Happy 20th Birthday Li Bing.







This is the girl who will go an extra 10 miles for a friend.
This is the girl who helped me to photocopy 40% of my notes in Mass Comm.
This is the girl who reassures me and calm my insecurities despite they fact that hers has roots way deeper.
This is the girl who proof reads my articles, especially the important ones.
This is the girl who compliments on-the-go, when needed.
This is the girl who reads and sings with me.
This is the girl who delivers a bucket of truthfulness and sincerity.
This is the girl who will laugh at everything and encourage me to try harder telling jokes.
This is the girl who is savouring life and doing everything I don't dare to do.
This is the girl who knows what it feels like to be hurt, and take care never to hurt someone else.
This is the girl who will never wear me down.




ROCK IT LI BING.

21st Dec 2009 was a good day for me because of you.
Along with the your birthday you brought along a tremendous amount of good luck into my life.

And being able to see Grace and Charissa - the most precious gifts Mass Comm has given me..
made me hold on to the night so much tighter.




After graduation, the seemingly boring birthday reunions have taken on a new meaning.
Evolving from senseless laughter to nights of light-hearted bonding.
These are truly moments that make up the most essential part of growing up.
discussions, plans and calculated/uncalculated risks.

Do well at work libing and grace.
Score like nobody's business charissa.

...

I haven narrated my life for awhile.
So today, while Rachael Yamagata plays in the background, let the words flow.

The morning was spent on the NIE Sepak Tekaw courts, rooting for a team that did not win.
My first Sepak game in my entire life, watching, taking pictures, cheering for a team of unknowns.
The amount of energy I had in my lungs at 9am in the morning - I should consider a job as a discipline mistress.
My voice can be heard from 10 miles away.

From 12 to 3pm, I lent my hands and feet to the inter-school volleyball game.
I was treated to a full blast of the afternoon sun.
Even SPF 50 coulden stop the sun's advances.
We won a game and lost another, and with some sort of luck, managed to get in the 2nd round.
Sadly, I'll be in Hong Kong while they take on the other engineering schools, and my participation will be missed HAHAH, or so I hope.

The end of the afternoon was also a start of a new friendship, or so I hope.
A long wait for the shuttle bus, and a long long walk from Hall 10 back to Hall 9.
At least now I know one person who needs to climb more stairs than me to reach his place in NTU.

Before leaving for the much anticipated birthday surprise for Li Bing, I went around delivering Xmas cards.
And as with every day I'm in the hall, I cant help but do laundry - a new hobby of mine.
On the way out of hall, I stopped by to chat with XS and Pelie as they played volleyball.
Bumped into my new friend from CS, made small talked with an msn-acquaintance and hopped on a train that made me dizzy.
Holding "Norwegian Wood" in my hands and anticipating a birthday surprise, I felt that once again, I have found my place in the world.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

A tall influence.

You don't have to be Brad Pitt, Gerard Butler or George Clooney.
Trust me, you can still sweep her off her feet.
Use your charm, you have a strange one you know.
Use it.
A long distance relationship, don't run away from it.
Start it.
Nurture and nourish it.

.....

One day, I'll tell you this.
So you can go ahead and make her heart yours.
I'll be greeting that day with a smile.
I'm not her, but somehow what makes you happy makes me happy too.
Strange.
This is your influence over me.

Friday, December 18, 2009

harder.





Does this make sense to you, cause it sure does to me.
Take a moment.
Feel your heart.
Hopefully yours is not as hard as mine.

Girl with pearl earring.

Something to think about.
A modern classic.


you've lost me.

You lost something amazing, and you might never ever find out.
Yeah, you've lost me.
my respect for you.
and that special something about you that I hold close to my heart.
It's a pity.
you've lost me.
you've lost me.
you've lost me.
you've lost me.
you've lost me.


Bet your life will suck after this.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

3.17AM - after MCD

My mind is on an auto -loop.
images from these few days.
the following is highly incoherent.
No, Im not a needy little girl.
I don't need a reply for every question I ask (it would be good to get a reply thou)
I don't think we live in a polite society
and yes, I think there is a need to be critical.


I'm thinking and re-evaluating my primary group, my social networks and my life.
It is, after all, the end of the year.

Writer's Block.

I'm hanging around in hall like so kind of idiot, trying to finish up "loose ends".
...

I've been holding on to a simple 500 word write-up for investiture 2009 for far too long.
It would have been a valid case a year ago, when I still wrote relatively slow.
But Uni has made me a fast writer.

I can't help but wonder if there is even a need to write it.
I'm pretty sure it has already been written by that particular 'head' of mine.
But sometimes we just have to try our hardest doing something we enjoy.
Its strange that the committee asks for our commitment during the December holidays, and yet, we, or rather I, am rendered completely useless at that particular point of time.

Writing the piece is painful.
Writing it reminds me of how I was full of anticipation for that night of wonder, called "investiture" for a reason.
and all I got was cold hard stares, fluffed-out-of-the-word conversations and a truckload of cold food.
The mug was a saving grace, which reminds me, where is it now???

Mid-terms for COM207 ended that day - such a release right?
But the only thing I remembered was the MSN chat with Mr Floopy till 4am the next day.
and perhaps offending a particular someone.
The investiture was the start of a string of horror in Hall 9.

I have to come to terms with this.
I don't fit in no matter how much I try and it tires me out.
The holidays is a wake-up call. Seeing my old friends, it was a wake-up call.
That I dont need the possibly wrenched company available in this place.
Even the person I stick closer to, hey she's from a neighbouring hall.
There is my room and the volleyball court to warm my soul - and that's about it.


now now, It doesnt quite sound like I have writer's block does it?