Friday the 13th, Brought Over
s t a r m | s t August 13th, 2004
Sometimes, it just takes a few words or sentences to change everything.
Somebody, save me…
Archive for August, 2004
Save Me
s t a r m | s t August 13th, 2004
I see the world folded in my heart
I feel the waves crash down inside
And they pull me under
All my dreams have fallen down
Crawling round and round and round
Somebody save me
Let your warm hands break right through me
Somebody save me
I don’t care how you do it
Just save me, save me
I’ve made this whole world shine for you
Just save me, save me
Come on
I’m still waiting for you.
Loo & Khoo to the Zoo
s t a r m | s t August 7th, 2004
Wanting to do something different for a change, the other half and I decided to go to the zoo today.
While he busied himself taking interesting pictures of the animals,
I entertained myself by feeding the raccoons oreos (I didn’t have any other food with me!) and observing other animals’ behaviour.
F.r.i.e.n.d.s
s t a r m | s t August 6th, 2004
While the other half baked in the Sentosa sun helping out for the freshman orientation, I headed to The Mezza9 with the gang after class for some chilling out. Apart from the exorbitant prices (a minuscule cup of coffee set me back by $10!), the place is quite a nice one; great ambience, big comfy sofas that swallow you in, and good customer service.
What made the chilling out session so wonderful was the company I had with me. Somehow, I just want to spend more time with friends this semester. Perhaps I feel it’s time to get to know them a little better. Perhaps I feel that after graduation, we’ll all get too busy with our own lives and split up. Perhaps I just feel closer to some of them due to circumstances and am more ‘in the group’ now than ever.
Just sitting around exchanging talks, gossiping, taking silly photos with our camera phones and sipping coffee, we managed to form stronger bonds of friendship. It felt good, I like it.
Men, Revealed
s t a r m | s t August 2nd, 2004
Three little words that add up to the most beautiful phrase in the history of phrases. So why the trepidation?
Here are eight reasons why many male types are kinda sorta scared to drop the “L” bomb:
The Jinx Factor
The fear that declaring love for the sweetie will put the kibosh on a relationship is a distinctly male thing. It’s kind of like in baseball, when a pitcher’s throwing a no-hitter, you’re not supposed to mention it to him, because you don’t want to get the hurler out of his groove. Men are weird like that.The Commitment Factor
Most men realize that once the love thing is out there, he’s in there for the long haul. Most men also realize it would be karmically heinous to declare your love, then bail two weeks later.
The Scare-Away Factor
What if you tell her you love her, and she runs out of the room screaming? Worse yet, what if she keeps running? Say, to Istanbul? Ouch.
The Opening-Your-Heart Factor
This is especially applicable if it’s your first love. You can’t quibble with this one, because leaving your heart unprotected — especially if you’ve never done it before — is truly frightening.
The Reciprocation Factor
There aren’t many worse feelings than telling your honey you love her, and her coming back with something like, “That’s sweet. Thank you.” Urgh.
The Screwing-Up-The-Delivery Factor
What if you stutter over the word love? What if you call her by the wrong name? What if you say, “I love glue”? Any one of these could kill a relationship. Any two of them could scar you for life.
The Screwing-Up-The-Whole-Damn-Thing Factor
What if you’re trembling so badly that you spill red wine on her white blouse? What if you choose a restaurant filled with screaming kids? What if you pee your pants? If she’s a cool chick, she’ll overlook all that, but nonetheless, it’s all ugly stuff.
The Reciprocation Factor, Part 2
She might tell you she loves you too — which is nerve-wracking, because it’s been said that getting exactly what you ask for is daunting. But remain undaunted, gentleman, because — to reiterate Babs’s on-target observation — love is soft as an easy chair. And more often than not, an easy chair is the world’s most comfortable place to be.
