:: Caribbean Queen - billy ocean

i told myself i'd sleep earlier tonight. ya.

omg terence just sent me a youtube link for a chage and aska vid. HAHAHA CHAGE AND ASKA! wtf. i wonder wat ever happened to them man... i remember aunty g had their cd. or was it mummy? haha.

there is no fucking thing as 60sec-dry nail polish. liars!

anyhoo, while waiting for my little masterpieces to dry, i re-watched a bit of the first episode of freaks and geeks on youtube. haha love tt show.

shit i'm getting hungry. i wonder wat stereotype category i'd fall under if i had been schooled in the US... i mean, other than the 'token asian kid' label. need food right now. ah i know- bananas!

songe-tu parfois à l'inconnu qui est assis en face de toi dans le métro? si ouai... check this out (how do you say 'check this out' in french, anyway? anyone?): L'Inconnu du Métro

this girl does wat i've always felt compelled to do on the bus/train. damn interesting if you do understand french. thanks for sharing, marie dinkle!


so far, i've mostly only made conversation with taxi drivers. one of the few times i spoke to a stranger on public mass transport was bout 5 yrs back, when i found myself on the train, sitting next to this lady (who later introduced herself as 'Penelope'. or some other long, 'P' name..) who happened to be doing her french wkbk. of course, being the kaypoh tt i cannot help being, i was looking at all her answers and mentally going through them one by one, while also observing her scanning the questions and looking quite clueless. finaly, when i really couldn't tahan anymore, i said: "excuse me, sorry to be a busybody (blatant lie), but do you mind if i help you correct one of your answers?"

tsk. i know, i know... so yaya right. macam my french damn good. but anyway, it was still better than hers. lucky for me, she was really friendly. she said she was on the way to her af class which she hadn't gone for a while. she was kind of embarrassed tt i'd been watching her but she said she welcomed any help. i explained to her conjugation rules and some blablahs of wat i knew of french grammar. sometimes i wonder how her french lesson went tt evening. i hope she's progressed to where she wanted to be.

ok lah, no more stories already, amelia. stop procrastinating and just fucking go and sleep.

oh oh, and today i poked an old man who was sitting on the steps outside an mrt station, sleeping. i just wanted to make sure he was alive. i don't feel comfortable walking past someone, knowing they might be dead- do you? so... yes, he was alive. (otherwise this post would've been on something entirely different.)

okok, i'm really not gonna type anymore ok? i'll REALLY go to sleep in like... 10 mins. mornite, world.

after the very zestful exchange of language-teaching ideas/methods and rehashing of linguistic jargon and theories at edmen's hse the other day, i feel the renewed urge to throw myself into anything linguistic-related. so i did some googling and came up with this: Language Conferences Worldwide

and then i found this http://www.fas.nus.edu.sg/cls/clasic2010/Registration.htm. but fuck! 480$? i never knew attending conferences cost tt much. i feel quite naive but i had actually (till 5 mins ago) thought tt these kinds of things were free. nabei. tsk. watever. i guess i cant make it anyway cos of work. so much for sch "holidays"... meh.

i think i'm grumpy cos i'm hungry.

i told edmen tt i reckon we'd fit right in if there was some linguistics anonymous group or something. for the real hardcore types, you know? hell yea. i'd type in ipa right now if i could, just to put my point across. if linguistics were a man, i'd marry him. actually... maybe not. if music were a man, i'd marry him. ok no i change my mind. i want food, music, linguistics, .. mm wat else? i duno but seriously, fuck the man, man (haha pun not intended. ok maybe it was haha.) bring on all the things tt won't let me dwn. yes yes yes. why am i feeling so decadent right now?

ok i think i need to answer the gurgling stomach. à toute à l'heure mes camarades locuteurs!!

i've discovered tonight tt surfing alma mater and other sch websites might just be more addictive than surfing fb. kx and i had a fun omglookwhoitis and wahcantbelieveshesstillthere and hahahestilllooksthesameman time less than an hr ago. i guess it's comforting and amusing to know tt some things never change in spite of the yrs.

ok i think the novelty of the m**.e**.sg sites has worn out. i will now log onto fb just cos i can. haha.

happy children's day. today's compo lesson went quite superbly and i'm very pleased. i reckon it was the sticker-award session just before tt tt did the trick.

today mummy bought ant poison. and so i spent a good half hour tonight sprawled on the floor by the door, straining my neck to watch the ants inadvertently committing slow suicide, lining up to grab the little grains of whoknowswat to lug back to their little cranny. i wasn't as concerned with their future as i was with the way they worked together to get the work done. i ran in and out of the parents' rm every 10 mins to report my findings. of course they laughed at wat a weirdo i am. i'm not sure how else i'd expect anyone to react to myself, anyway.

i wondered again if there were others like me... (who are also not entomologists) who enjoy watching insects and figuring out how they worked. i remembered buying a plastic ant farm thing in primary school. i tried to catch ants to put in but my fingers weren't deft enough to catch any without killing them. so i left the plastic container below my dressing table, on the rattan chest and one day found tt tiny ants had made themselves quite at home. they ahd entered through the breathing holes. i guess the farm was meant for bigger ants. i dont remember wat happened after tt but i guess mummy must've thrown the whole thing away.

oh well. i guess this will be another thing to put on my list of things to do when i'm retired.

can you tell i'm just procrastinating? bleah.

oh why won't you just fucking make the first move again?

...
You make me satisfied
You only want to ride
But that's alright by me
We happen to be free
And if we fall from grace
At least we had a taste
Of something more than this
Unresolved black abyss

I'm always looking for the sun
I'm always looking for the sun
I'm always looking for the sun
I'm only looking for the sun to shine

:: Falling From Grace - gentle waves

kkbccb fucking ie. stop fucking hanging.

3 is a terrible number. i like looking for patterns remember? and i conclude tt 3 is the harbinger of unpleasantness in my life.

i misplaced my hp today (and as of now, it's still missing. i refuse to say "lost"). i also absentmindedly left the hsekeys hanging on the front gate when i left this morning. the parents came home to find it there (thankfully) and no doubt they were pissed. but i guess i should stop being so merepek. things always turn out not so bad for me. i could well be lying in a ditch somewhere on no man's land, with a gaping hole in my neck.

the past couple of days ive been getting flashbacks. mostly of dreams tt i've had before. and suddenly the places i see in the dreams seem more familiar than before. i often wonder if shit like tt happens to everyone else. ok, maybe not everyone, but most pple? some pple? anyone?

:: Someday You Will Be Loved - deathcab for cutie

wat a bastardly song. wat a beautiful, bastardly song. well.. can't be beautiful if it doesn't hurt enough, right? some days i wish i wasn't so perverse.

i never imagined in my life tt i'd have mormon friends. i guess it's not like i had a real choice tonight. i kind of panicked when i saw the recognizable nametags and shirts with the ties and all. i was really thinking to myself omg wat have i just walked into. and then not long after i sat dwn, this woman next to me starts comparing our indecisiveness with the dishes to moses and "wat a logistical nightmare he must've faced with all his israelites *chuckle chuckle* ". honestly, i was more freaked out than amused, but thank goodness it all turned out to be a nice cordial dinner thing. they're actually quite sweet boys and surprisingly tolerable when they're not trying to convert anyone. do i sound like i'm totally making unfair assumptions? no comment.

anyways, the ramen soup was fucking awesome. and the afro boys were really easy to talk to. cute. haha. auntyj was saying how everything was "God's plan". despite the fact tt i thought she and her friend could have afforded to talk a little less bout God, i do agree with the whole idea of God's plan. but i also believe God plays by ear. so God, wat plans have you with regards to my dormant love life? ok then, how bout sex life? no? maybe? ya... ok, but like when, man? okok relax, i'm just asking only lah.. i mean... never mind.

fb tells me it's heather's bday today. i "kinda really" miss my ottawa times. i wish billy and i really had thought of jamming and busking together sooner. i want another soy maple latte moyen stp. argh second cup days. it was fun being tt francophonie asian chick no one could figure out. -hallo bonjour qu'est-ce que vous prenez? -are you from australia? -are you from quebec?
i miss the shopping at loeb and loblaws and trudging up tt slope with my excessive groceries. i miss cooking in the kitchen with heinz and sharing my meals with donis. sitting dwnstairs in the freezing cold trying to play heather's guitar and make up songs bout grapes (in english AND spanish! haha). oh those were good times.

(in my head):: The Scientist - natasha bedingfield
this is a damn power version. power terama!


this is a personal observation... but it seems like once you've one non-platonic romantic relationship, platonic romantic relationships seem to become obsolete. and i'm not just talking bout myself ok.

i feel like i've got an abcsess at the back of my sinuses. it feel terrible and i prob should sleep early. you know tt feeling when you're at the cusp of a throat infection? it feels just like tt but only its at the back of my nose.

i;ve been wondering lately what i'd feel if i found out i was infertile. i remember thinking some time ago, tt if i indeed turned out to be so, i'd probably be devastated. but i duno... seems like now i don't feel like i've got much hope anyway. tt once-frightening possibility of being stuck in this school forever and inadvertently growing old with its ageing doors and pillars is starting to seem quite real. i don't know if i wanna bother so much bout my future anymore.

i have tt feeling again- tt i might be dying from some sickness i don't know i have. i wonder if i should get myself checked. i wonder if i really wanna know.

was feeling out of sorts yesterday evening. i got even more perturbed when i boarded the train at 4 plus and it was hell lot fuller than i'd expected on a weekday evening at 4 plus.

wait, just something tt popped into my mind: if i start feeling like this on a regular basis and for long periods of time, then it wouldn't be called "out of sorts" anymore would it... cos it'd be kind of normal.

anyways, so point is i've been better.

did i tell you i met up with andrew for dinner the other day? the topic of dylan came up (i swear it wasn't me who started it) and he was saying how poetic it was.. the whole meeting at a backpackers hostel and all tt. ("like it was never meant to be in the first place... like it was all transient.") how typical of andrew to say things like tt. i guess it's true... the fact tt it is quite poetic. guess i was too emotionally-involved to think of clever things like tt (unsurprising..). anyways, i replied tt when pple stay at a hostel, "they usually tell you when tehy're checking out. and they usually pay in advance.. not take your money with them. AND when you give concession rates for longstayers you don't expect them to bail". but still, i really love talking to andrew cos he always has all these "insights" haha. tt make me feel enlightened. and at the end of our conversations, i never feel like i've wasted my time. (yes, sadly, there are pple who do make me feel like tt.)

did i tell you bestie's back? well she is and she stayed over last night. wheee!!!!!!

:: It Must Be Love - madness