s t a r m | s t April 26th, 2005
I am human and I have feelings, just like anyone else out there.
Sometimes I really wonder what I should do about things, how I should react towards situations, or whether I should speak out when my heart cries out, or if I should just sit back and pretend that I don’t feel a thing at all. Helpless fear fighting with my human instincts. I don’t wish to take a step in the wrong direction because the consequences may be too difficult to bear. Because I do not want any regrets. Because things mean too much to me for me to be able let myself have a chance to lose it all. But yet, sometimes, I really wish I could share things without the fear of losing something, anything.
(But that’s quite impossible, isn’t it?)
Answers elude me still.
s t a r m | s t April 20th, 2005
Of all the interviews I had, the most recent one was the most interesting. Or rather, the journey to the location of the interview was (Ok ok, the interview was really interesting too but that’s not what I want to talk about).
It was quite the wild goose chase actually. I mistakenly thought the interview was held at Harbourfront Tower (which I took some time searching for), but Security directed me to the 15th level of the tower where I had to a cable car to Mount Faber where the main offices are. So I gingerly got onto the cable car, and immmediately made the stupid (brave?) mistake of looking directly down, resulting in my feeling dizzy and faint and pukish (I’m a mild acrophobe, you see). But my touristy instincts got the better of me, so I ignored the dizziness, gamely whipped out my camera and started shooting.
(For more pictures, please refer to the gallery at the side bar.)
Call me a ‘mountain tortoise’, but it was really thrilling, being high up in the sky.
After the interview, I made my way to the mrt only to be greatly amused by this.
Riigghhhhttt, I thought to myself, it must be a technical glitch that has gone unnoticed. Tsk tsk.
Only to find out, urm…
… that it wasn’t a glitch, it was for real. Ahem. Oh well.
s t a r m | s t April 19th, 2005
The Missing Link:
Friend W: Who’s Hideaki?
Me: A very handsome actor. He acted in Terms of a Witch.. It’s a superb show, you must watch it someday.
Friend W: Ohhhhhhhh….
Friend W: I see why you like A [the other half].
Me: A?!?!?!
Me [understandably bemused]: What has A got to do with Hideaki!?!
Friend W: They’re both pale…
Me: Err. Ok.
Me: And it stops there.
Friend W: pale
Friend W [determined to make her point]: fair
Me: *angry face*
Friend W: White.
Me: …..
Alternative Encouragement:
Me [thinking deep thoughts]: You see, that’s what I hate about the real world (that people can be so vicious).
Friend B: The real world may be like that but that’s not all to it.
Me: I shall go be a farmer in New Zealand.
Friend B: Silly gal. What if the sheep plot a mutiny?
Me [being stubborn]: Then I shall rear cows.
Friend B: And the sheep dog becomes their ally. And espionage!
Friend B: The cows may decide to have a mass farting or belching session.
Friend B: And kill you with their poisonous gas.
Me: Thanks for being so encouraging.
s t a r m | s t April 16th, 2005
Will you shine and shine only for me, or do I have to share you with everybody else?
s t a r m | s t April 14th, 2005
Oh dear…. =/
s t a r m | s t April 5th, 2005
Am I greedy or am I greedy?
Watching dramas and shows make me want to eat the food that the actors eat in the shows.
Friends - 7×11 The One With All The Cheesecake
Rachel and Chandler repeatedly swipe deliveries of an exquisitely tasty cheesecake from their neighbour’s doorstep. The last scene sees Joey joining them to eat cheesecake that Rachel has accidentally dropped onto the floor outside their apartment. *laughs*
Beautiful Life and Long Vacation
Big bowls of delicious steaming ramen eaten in the cold nights. *slurp*
Naruto the anime
Ditto. Ramen, ramen, ramen. (By the way, that pink and white fishcake thingie in ramen is actually called Naruto! Saw it in the menu of Nooch. )
And my latest craving,
Antique
Hideaki Takizawa stars as a boxer who loves cakes. He ends up working in a cake shop, Antique, that sells unique, one-of-a-kind cakes. Slices of heaven… (Honestly, I feel the cakes are too beautiful to be eaten.)
Am I greedy, or am I greedy? *frowns*
s t a r m | s t April 3rd, 2005
The Pope died, and even though I’m not a Catholic, my tears flowed, long and hard.
