s t a r m | s t January 31st, 2006
Why do people like to do that? Deleting people out of their lives? Erasing them away, as if they never meant anything to them, as if their paths have never crossed before, as if everything was just a dream and nothing but a dream?
Sad. How hurting can it get, really, how how hurting. I hate people doing that.
s t a r m | s t January 30th, 2006
You don’t have to say, what you did,
I already know, I found out from them
All of these things people told me
Keep messing with my head
You should’ve picked honesty
Then you may not have blown it.
s t a r m | s t January 29th, 2006
The line that stood out - promise me that you’ll give faith a fighting chance.
thank you.
teary me
s t a r m | s t January 28th, 2006
novels neatly displayed in the glass cupboard, some repeatedly read til paragraphs are memorised, some unopened. clothes hung a little haphazardly in the closet, different colours, different shapes, different feel. past education notes stored away in ikea boxes, the contents fading from my mind. cds stacked alphabetically in a side table drawer, a few not yet listened to, others so familiar in my itunes. perfume bottles in a row, some unused, some empty. flowers in two vases, flowers in one neither alive nor dead, blooms in the other growing, blossoming and dying all at the same time. sentimental bits and pieces of the past in a cupboard i seldom open, some almost forgotten, most still fondly remembered. written letters in containers, from friends i still contact, and from acquaintances who passed me by or whom i passed by. memories squeezed in the biggest drawer in the room, untouched by the hand but residing deep in my heart. present concerns lying on the table, some ignored for the moment, some i know not of what to do with them, and the rest which are yet to verify a reason for their existence.
life’s like that, only more complicated.
s t a r m | s t January 27th, 2006
It was one spectacular Tuesday night with sister and Matilda as we went to watch the BSB concert.
Many years back, I was nuts over BSB. I followed news of them, purchased their cds [how old school!], recorded their mtvs onto video tapes [even more old school!], and bought any magazines which published articles or interviews or pictures of them. The only thing that separated me from their crazed fans was that I would not think of buying their concert tickets or hunting them down right to their hotel rooms or something or something.
That was then. I almost didn’t go for this one ‘cos the cost of the cheapest tickets was… not cheap. But carpe diem came to mind and I asked myself why I should deprive myself of this chance since it was right there in front of me. And so.
Before
Caught in the peak-hour jam, we made it to the Indoor Stadium late. Fortunately, there was a queue still, and we joined it while trying desperately to devour our burgers and gulp down our sodas before we reach the front. However, the queue flowed unexpectedly fast, causing us to make a u-turn to the end of the queue. Once, twice, thrice. We painted a comical sight for anyone observing us - three well-dressed females holding bags and food and drinks and napkins, repeatedly moving to the back of the queue.
During
The atmosphere during the concert was electrifying. Though the crowd was a varied one - from office women to mothers to secondary school children -, everybody was One under BSB’s spell. We cheered and screamed til our voices turn hoarse, we sang along with them til, at times, we drowned them out, we danced, we smiled and laughed, we swooned when the different members stepped out to display their talents. They are indeed never gone.
After
High from the concert, we sat in Matilda’s car talking about BSB when we heard screams coming from the exit of the stadium. With an ‘ok, let’s go!’ and three slams of the car doors, we ran swiftly [sister was very swift] towards the direction of the screams. It was hilarious. It was hilarious because we are all past the age of doing such schoolgirl thing and yet ran we did. It was hilarious because we were trying to run properly and as gracefully as we could but were deterred when our heels kept sinking awkwardly into the damp muddy ground. It was hilarious because when we reached there, the only shot we could take was of the van [and only the van] carrying one of the BSB members in it. And it was hilarious because upon returning to Matilda’s car, we realised that her car lights were still on, and one of her car windows was not totally wound up. Goodness.
I heart BSB [after Take That of course!], and I’m not ashamed to say it.
s t a r m | s t January 26th, 2006
The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Can I lose something which never once belonged to me? The art of losing is hard to master though I tell myself it is no disaster.
s t a r m | s t January 24th, 2006
Am I original? YEAH
Am I the only one? YEAH
Am I sexual? YEAH
Am I everything you need?
You better rock your body nowEverybody, YEAH
Rock your body, YEAH
Everybody, YEAH
Rock your body rightBACKSTREET’S BACK ALRIGHT!!!
One doesn’t need drinks to feel high~
s t a r m | s t January 23rd, 2006
Since I’ve been tagged by the King of Kings, here goes.
Four jobs you’ve had in your life
All temp jobs, yeah.
administrative assistant
sign language terp
human resource assistant
customer service personnel
Four movies you could watch over and over
Memoirs of a Geisha
Moulin Rouge
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
Tempting Hearts
Four TV shows you love(ed) to watch
F.r.i.e.n.d.s
Desperate Housewives
Buffy
Whose Line Is It Anyway [though I usually cannot stay awake by the time it is aired]
Four places you’ve lived
Telok Blangah
Jurong
Melbourne
[Insert future place here]
Four places you’ve been on vacation to
Indonesia
Malaysia
Australia
Thailand
Four places you’d rather be
Melbournemelbournemelbournemelbourne
Switzerland
France
Italy
Four of your favourite foods
Fried Hokkien Mee
Cheesecake
Aglio olio pasta
Salmon Sashimi
Four websites you visit daily
All blogs
z’s
kenny’s
dom’s
xx’s
Four tagged
Sister
Hina
Angel
Natalie
