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Life In Mono

s t a r m | s t August 17th, 2008

Something is wrong with my lb account - all my edit buttons and stuff are gone. I can’t put in photos or do more complicated edits to my entries.

Anyway that is only part of the reason why I’ve not been blogging much.

I guess I’ve come to the point where I’m no longer comfortable about revealing things.and.people close to my heart online, and thoughts.and.words I really want to say but not here for everyone to see / pick on / draw conclusions yadda yadda. A friend - the one known as The Nemesis in the bar - recently commented [with some regret *amused*] that it is difficult to aggravate me online because I seldom touch on very personal stuff despite my writings on my blog, on plurk and other online places people that can reach me on. Untouchable. How perceptive of him.

There also things moving along in my life which are uncertain and unconfirmed, which make it hard for me to write about, however much I want to do so. Happy things should be shared, yet I hesitate to.. for now. Do.not.want.to.jinx.stuff.

Some things happening with some people from the bar makes me feeling not just a little discomfited. I’m not close to them two, that gal and the other gal, but I find myself worrying for them; not so much for the former but more for the latter. Of course the worries are based on conjecture, putting bits and pieces together, and kinda unfounded, but I can’t help worrying for them nonetheless. It is not in my place to ask after them though, nor ‘push’ my kaypohness in, so I guess things have to remain as they are.

One word for another reason of my bloglessness: work.

I have never felt so ‘dry’ about blogging before. I no longer have anything to write about. Or maybe I have way too many things to write but do not know how to write. Or maybe I know how to write them but do not want to reveal. Or maybe I want to reveal but am bound by friendship and links and the past to do it. Or maybe I just don’t have the capability nor the time anymore.

So.. til the next time, people… whenever I’m comfy..

s t a r m | s t July 4th, 2008

My first plug for a sweet friend! 

Pretty babe, right? ;) I feel so too.

Sheylara is 1 of the 8 finalists in the Most Entertaining Blog category of the Omy Singapore Blog Awards! Congratulations [ok, a tad premature at the moment]!

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Mortini Night

s t a r m | s t June 29th, 2008

Recently a bunch of us met up for drinks tea hi-tea happy hour argh, how-should-it-be-called? at The Bar at Morton’s.

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A Series of Fortunate Events [II]

s t a r m | s t June 26th, 2008

[This is going to be a boring entry following A Series of Fortunate Events I] 

And so I woke up all groggy and stumbly on my birthday itself to.. [guess what] run some errands.

Caught a powernap some time in the afternoon before heading out for dinner with the family.

 

The original place was too crowded so we settled for this.

 

My sudden craving for vietnamese rice noodles.

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A Series of Fortunate Events [I]

s t a r m | s t June 13th, 2008

… and some unfortunate ones.

What craaaazy busy 5 days it has been! I feel almost normal again [not normal being the past few months where I didn’t have a social life]!

I was in a holiday mood even before my actual day itself, but had to suppress it because of the amount of work waiting for me to clear. :/

Twas a pity I didn’t have my camera with me the past couple of days. Wonderful moments should be captured and immortalised. Urm, I was too busy enjoying myself half the time to snap anything anyway.

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Just Another Night Out

s t a r m | s t April 29th, 2008

Under Duapailang’s, The Artist Formerly Known as LuvPhobia, orders and a promise to RN, I went down to CQ to meet up with them for some chillin’ after a full day of work. Our first stop was to The Arena [despite my violent objections that that is a boring place with bad music] where DPL got all psychotically excited about the prospect of meeting cute models. We left before the Models’ Night thingie started though, due to the terribly bad music ‘pure torture of sitting right in front of the stage and hearing the band sing cry “Mercy“‘ <- transliterated from DPL.

It was before the band came on stage when an overly-friendly guy approached us from nowhere and started chatting to us like old friends. :/ Not a good idea, buddy, since you’ve came to a table consisting of 2 anti-social females and 1 anti-touch male. DPL abandoned us a minute later [after the guy rubbed his hand on his back *evil laughter*] on the pretext of smoking, leaving RN and me to hold the fort [protecting our food and drinks which the guy was blatantly hinting about having]. It became a series of musical chairs events whereby we took turns to escape the convo, sabotaging that one person left with the guy.

We unconsciously displayed unity despite the broken-up conversations we had with the guy with the lies err. twisted truths we told separately [without knowing that the other two were lying too at that very moment]. My bad, such liars we were. I was Ashlynn, a music student, while RN told him her name was Wind and all of us met in International School. She was to be an art student. DPL became Charlene [??! I know you’re my Best Female Friend but why such a girly metrosexual name??], an engineer who has just returned from a long stint in Japan and is learning violin. Oh dear, we were such bad people, bad bad people. I pity the poor guy.

But I’m really not comfy revealing things about myself to strangers I meet in a club, yosh.

Our second stop was to Gotham Penthouse which was playing amazingly good music, ‘but noone was dancing ‘cept the lone ranger in ‘Freddy of Elm’s Street’ wear doing his moves. And he is pretty good at it too!‘ [quote from DPL]. KM joined us later and the 4 of us couldn’t resist grooving to the great music on the dancefloor. The downside was that some time into the night, Mr BFF and I got a bit rough with each other [nothing naughty, hello], and we were childishly attempting to sabotage each other [ie; accidentally spilling drinks, pinching, pulling, whatevering] when he 1) pushed me so bl**dy hard that I fell to the ground and 2) yanked my hand so hard I felt a crac-kk [and that, my friends, was how I ended up with a bandaged right arm and is a leftie for these few days, but I still love him anyway and all of you should as well since he is such a nice sweet guy at most times]. Yikes, how embarrassing to 1) and how painful to 2). Shortly after the newbies Ed Edd Eddy, Cakie, Dowagr and DTTS arrived, I pleaded exhaustion and pain to retire for the night [thanks KM, for driving], leaving the rest to party til sunrise.

Just another quiet Saturday night out.

Reality Dreams Reveal

s t a r m | s t April 23rd, 2008

Why. Why do I have perverse friends like him.

Me: Know what? I had a weird dream last night. I dreamt that you and my gor Ivan became good friends and you guys dragged me shopping for the stupidest men stuff. Very twilight zone-y.

Cowboy Caleb: Probably unrequited lust. Shopping signifies sex to women.

-____-”

Me: Not everything is about lust! Or maybe it’s linked ‘cos in the dream, I was bored and uninterested. *Whew!* Muahaha. You and Iv really got that whole male-bonding thing down pat though.

Cowboy Caleb: *casually went on to talk about other things because he had no good comebacks*

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s t a r m | s t April 20th, 2008

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Can

s t a r m | s t April 11th, 2008

Cried buckets when I watched this, especially 1:30 and 2:56. Taken from JF.

[Following Text is From JD]

A son asked his father, ‘Dad, will you take part in a marathon with me?’
The father who, despite having a heart condition, said ‘Yes’.
They went on to complete the marathon together.
Father and son went on to join other marathons, with the father always saying ‘Yes’ to his son’s requests of going through the races together.
One day, the son asked his father, ‘Dad, let’s join the Ironman together’, to which his father said ‘Yes’ to.
For those not in the know, Ironman is the toughest triathlon ever. The race encompasses three endurance events of a 2.4 mile (3.86km) ocean swim, followed by a 112 mile (180.2 km) bike ride, and ending with a 26.2 mile (42.195 km) marathon along the coast of the Big Island.
Father and son went on to complete the race together.

Damage Case

s t a r m | s t March 13th, 2008

starm|st: but now, these days, i just dont want to care
Cowboy Caleb: my my
Cowboy Caleb: you’re damaged
starm|st: which is quite worrying
Cowboy Caleb: whatever happened to you
starm|st: huh..
Cowboy Caleb: yes, you’re damaged
starm|st: like, very blank and hard-hearted. weird. so not me
starm|st: damaged?
starm|st: what do u mean
Cowboy Caleb: you know what I mean
starm|st: actually i dont
Cowboy Caleb: go think about it tonight
starm|st: think about it tonight means i won’t be able to sleep!
Cowboy Caleb:
girl
starm|st: what do u mean
starm|st: is that me?????
Cowboy Caleb: ho ho ho. think about it

What, I lost faith? I have nothing to look forward to in life? Still don’t get it/me.

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