s t a r m | s t April 13th, 2006
Of girlfriends rumours love coffee hanging out boyfriends studying chatting classes skipping lectures overnight projects frustrations anger laughter teasing tears drinking clubbing birthdays educating long talks teaching confiding msn sarcasm smiles comfort hugs melbourne starbucks and more, we went through them all.
Happy birthday, dearest silly gor [may you find happiness soon]!
s t a r m | s t April 12th, 2006
Some things never change.
Through university, graduations, silly squabbles and partner changes, whoever said the only constant is change?
We’ve all got our lives to lead. dreams to chase. and stars to reach.
But all that can wait…
The lot of us headed down to Ice Cold Beer to celebrate Iv-bro’s birthday in advance since the poor guy couldn’t make it on his birthday itself due to work-related stuff. Initially the plan was to gather at Mr Mambo King’s favourite hangout, but sighs and groans came by the dozen with “I feel too old and fat to dance” and “Ivan k siao one, he wanna go mambo jambo” and the ultimate “clubbing? erm…how about just coffee at Starbucks or some coffee place? clubs and pubs aren’t exactly very safe nowadays. plus, the changed man here is not allowed to drink alcohol for a month.” [the guy who said this is an alcoholic and just had his face smashed by a beer jug recently], and so Ice Cold Beer it was.
As work money apartments women marriage life travel dirty sexual jokes the past relationships men love drinks wishes dominate the conversations, we know that the ties that bind us together have and will remain strong and dynamic.
s t a r m | s t April 9th, 2006
for You are the only one who can bring me to my knees, O Lord.
s t a r m | s t April 8th, 2006
T’was a nice quiet Friday night out, with my sweet bringing me for a chocolate buffet at Meritus Mandarin. Arrays of chocolate and cakes awaited us, inviting us to gobble them up and live in sin for two hours. Mmmm. I think I must have put on 1 kg after the dinner.
Fruit fondue [Yuummmm, I simply love fondue] and the tea which saved us from sugar overload.
Him poking into a bunch of small blueberries (?) and getting all fascinated when they burst and deflated.
The night was marred slightly by two men in group of four who kept staring [rudely, if I may say] at us the moment we entered the place, making me feel a little uncomfortable and not just a little irritated.
But all was good, a quiet Friday night out.
s t a r m | s t April 7th, 2006
this feels like a foreign place, as if i have never been here before, but i know that to be untrue; it has just been a long long while.
lesser intensity, lesser wants, lesser doing. but here i am, treading on my own dreams.
an eternity ago - those cold grey yesterdays - i sobbed to myself i can never do it again and that I cannot survive another world of darkness. and so i took off and ran away - as far as i could, lost directions, forgot myself, and traversed roads not meant for me. yet now a path lies in front of me, all blurry like a watercolour painting that has been gently smudged or sprayed with mist. but smudged or otherwise, it is there nevertheless, waiting to be recognised, appreciated.
i wasn’t looking, i haven’t been searching, but i found, or maybe… it is me who have been found.
s t a r m | s t April 6th, 2006
My life as I lived it had often seemed to me like a story that has no beginning and no end. I had the feeling that I was a historical fragment, an excerpt for which the preceeding and succeeding text was missing. I could well imagine that I might have lived in former centuries and there encountered questions I was not yet able to answer, that I had to be born again because I had not fulfilled the task that was given to me.
And I continue to be bewildered by it - Life.
s t a r m | s t April 6th, 2006
Tmm: You know, I can’t imagine you as a mother.
Me: *laughs* Yeah, just think of this. When my baby cries, I’ll just *mime popping in a spoon into the baby’s open mouth* pop in a spoonful of condiments that I’ve mixed [cos I've a bad habit of mixing bits of leftover food with salt, pepper, chili, water, whatever else I can find on the table] into baby’s mouth. Poor baby.
Tmm: *shocked expression on face*
Me [attempting to traumatise Tmm further]: And if the baby cries more, I’ll just pop in more of that mixture of stuff. Until baby stop crying.
Tmm: *sigh* I really cannot imagine you as a mother. You will be like, holding the baby in one arm *mime cradling the baby*, and blogging with the other hand *mime typing on laptop*.
Me: Hahahahahahahahaha.. Good one there.
s t a r m | s t April 3rd, 2006
Went back to work after a week and a half hiatus only to see……
["blanko organisation's name here"]
plastered on the big walls of my workplace. Where did they get that fugly photo from??! Don’t I get any *cough* token money for being placed up there? Bleah.
