winglish.
A few of my primary school friends have come a-knocking on friendster and I have a feeling that it's my stupid fringe that makes me look the way I did in pri4, which is probably how they recognised me. Grow hair grow!
I think it's hereditary. I'm made of steel too. I gave tuition, watched Blithe Spirit, which by the way is bloody funny, and went for cell, while running a fever. My throat's beyond sore and I sound like a tranny. My cough sounds like I have TB and I probably have enough phlegm to drown China. My nose is leaking like a tap but I can't breathe. Ah bloody hell why's this happening during my holidays!?
camcam be happy okay. I know it's alot to ask but I THINK I just might know how you feel, really.
What is this thing called LOVE? And why is it blind. Blind because people can overlook the flaws of their significant other, or because they don't look or think carefully where they're heading to at first, so both parties end up getting hurt. Why do people live for it, and why do people die for it. What power does it have to make people want to die for it, or for the lack of it. Why do people want it when they know it's probably going to screw them over. Why do people choose to throw it away when they have everything going fine and dandy for them. Why does it hurt so much when it's supposed to be one of the best things God gave us. How can it make all the pain go away when at the same time it's the source of it. How can it put people on cloud nine one minute, and make the sky crash down around their ears the next. How come some can go their entire lives without it, and how come others cannot live without it. So why's it so important when it's not enough to make a relationship work or even start in the first place. Questions questions questions and no answers in sight.
I hate how quiet the house becomes everytime he leaves. It's so easy getting used to his presence whenever he comes back, but so hard readjusting to his absence after he flies off. I miss my old bean. So now it's back to the two of us, again.
Phantom was bloody brilliant. I love the stage! I think we paid for the costumes and props more than anything but the money was sooo well spent. Everything was fanta-bulous! Except for the moron and his wife who were sitting in front of us and fidgeting nonstop, whose giant heads blocked my view everytime the action moved to the left of the stage. And the kids who were sitting to our left. Which idiot would spend 120 bucks on a ticket for his 8 year old who would probably remember jack!? 2 KIDS SOMEMORE. ANYWAYS Brad Little, otherwise known as The Phantom, was superly tall and charming, and Geri was so keen to get a picture taken with him that she almost went up to ask him if he was bored(during the autograph session after the musical), and if he was, maybe they could take pictures. Haha! Oh and the orchestra! I almost wish I had continued with my violin so I can run off and join the cast and travel around the world with them. The music was so good, plus their conductor was damn pretty! All in all, it was a great night (: Even the smelly prata shop after and especially the running in heels hurhur. Girls, we need to go out like that more often.
Call me when you get this - Corinne Bailey Rae
How does it feel being in these arms?
What's it really like to be loved?
I've been alone now, how long?
Have you ever loved the way that I have?
And I have often wondered who, who could love you the way I do?
Now I just want you to know, how I'm touched deep in my soul just being with you.
And I need you more each day.
Baby, if you're still awake, call me when you get this.
I've got all this poetry now I didn't know then.
I kept inside, guess I had never seen anything beautiful,
Till I first saw you asleep at night.
And I have often wondered who, who could love you the way I do?
Now I just want you to know, how I'm touched deep in my soul just being with you.
And I need you more each day.
Baby, if you're still awake, call me when you get this.
Scene 1. Walking out of PS.
Old bean: Eh want to buy remote control helicopter or not?
Mum: For what? Play where?
Old bean: Play in the room lah.
Me: Siao eh. You should've just had a son, then you can play together.
Old bean: Then you go and have one lah, so he can play with me.
Me: Okay okay. Give me 10 yrs.
Old bean: Got people want you meh?
Me: ... -.-
Mum: I go and have one now lah. Then you look after him and when you
go to school you can carry him on your back.
Me: ...
Scene 2. At Vivo, outside, at the entrance of the cafe in Tangs. Old bean just stands outside the swinging doors, not making any move to pull the doors open.
Me: Oei, why you don't want to open the door?
Old bean: What? Aren't the doors automatic(zi dong)?
Mum: Yeah yeah, ZI ji DONG shou la(use your own hand to pull).
Me: ...
And so we spent the entire day travelling around sg, buying all the things old bean needed, and talking cock.
Retarded-ness is genetic.
Funny how I never realised how important old bean was to me while he was in sg. Now that he's working overseas, we're spending more time together than before he left. Because now that I see him so little, I make the effort to come home early/stay at home more whenever he comes back. Back when he still worked in sg, we had screaming matches every other day, resulting in me slamming my room door so hard and him pounding on it even harder, that the front panel came loose and he had to nail it back the last time we painted the house.
Maybe cos we're both older, we've become alot more mellow. The older he gets, the funnier he is. It's so much easier talking to him now than when I was in sec sch. Sigh and he's leaving again tmr. I feel so sorry for my mum. For the 23 yrs they've been married, he wasn't around for 10. Not that I blame him, I know he's just trying to give us a better life. Aiyah better shut up before I start bawling all over the keyboard. Very random post, but it's all from the heart.
'Tis a day worth celebrating indeed (: To be born again on the day Jesus died for my sins.
Don't ask me why I went ahead with it anyway. I'm just really glad I did. I don't want to have to deal with the aftermath, but at least I know I won't be alone in this, for He is with me (:
And thank you for helping to bring me back (:
Oh, and it didn't rain today. It has rained every Good Friday for as long as I can remember. Or at least those which I bother remembering hurhur. It did turn dark, however, mid-afternoon, when we were in town.
Why - Nicole Nordeman
We rode into town the other day
Just me and my daddy
He said I'd finally reached that age
And I could ride next to him on a horse
That of course was not quite as wide
We heard a crowd of people shouting
And so we stopped to find out why
And there was that man that my dad said he loved
But today there was fear in his eyes
So I said daddy why are they screaming
Why are the faces of some of them beaming?
Why is he dressed in that bright purple robe?
I'll bet that crown hurts him more then he shows
Daddy please can't you do something?
He looks as though he's gonna cry
You said he was stronger then all of those guys
Daddy please tell me why?
Why does everyone want him to die?
Later that day the sky grew cloudy
And daddy said I should go inside
Somehow he knew things would get stormy
Boy was he right
But I could not keep from wondering
If there was something he had to hide
So after he left I had to find out
I was not afraid of getting lost
So I followed the crowds
To a hill where I knew men had been killed
And I heard a voice come from the cross
And it said father why are they screaming?
Why are the faces of some of them beaming?
Why are they casting their lots for my clothes?
This crown of thorns hurts me more then it shows
Father please can't you do something?
I know that you must hear my cries
I thought I could handle a cross of this size
Father remind me why?
Why does everyone want me to die?
When will I understand why?
My precious son
I hear them screaming
I'm watching the face of the enemy beaming
But soon I will clothe you in robes of my own
Jesus this hurts me much more then you know
But this dark hour
I must do nothing
Though I've heard your unbearable cries
The power in your blood
Destroys all of the lies
Soon you'll see past their unmerciful lies
Look there below
See the child
Trembling by her father's side
Now I can tell you why
She is why you must die
- I don't know if you still read this or not, but happy 21st birthday anyways (: don't get too fat and I'll be seeing you in school in a few months!
My mommy is Superwoman with a capital 'S'. She's a mum/haircutter/cook/laundress/cleaner/handy(wo)man/ATM/blahblahblah all-in-one. I've been eating breakfast with her every morning this past week, or rather, she's been been waking me up every morning at the ungodly hour of 7 to have breakfast with her. I'd like to think that our relationship's improving (: On monday, I forced her to cut my fringe for me. And the last time I let her come anywhere near my hair with a pair of scissors was 8 years ago when I was in primary 6. Now I look like an overgrown kid cum cartoon character. Say hello to my bangs when you see me, and pls don't pretend you don't know me okay! But it was my own fault anyways cos i kept telling her shorter shorter until my eyebrows could be seen haha. And she fixed the toilet. How many mums do you know know how to fix the WC!?
I HATE TOUCHY-FEELY GUYS. You're not my boyfriend and you're nowhere close to being one, so PLEASE KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELF. I DO NOT APPRECIATE YOUR TOUCHING MY HAND, GRABBING MY ARM, PUTTING YOUR ARM ON MY BAG, OR YOUR HAND ON MY THIGH. ANYMORE "BOYFRIEND HAHA" COMMENTS, I'LL SLAP THE SHIT OUT OF YOU. IT'S NOT FUNNY. I DON'T GIVE A DAMN IF YOU'RE DOING IT UNCONSCIOUSLY, ENOUGH IS ENOUGH.
Don't worry, I'm only referring to one person specifically. I don't mean to make a big hoo-ha out of this, but this is about as much as I can take.
