Thursday, January 24, 2008
3:18 pm
*Staying in school until 9pm (plus?)*
If you dislike a person, no matter what he or she says, it will always sound grating to your ears. You will only wish for that person to stop talking, because it takes a damn lot of effort to maintain a polite smile throughout the whole forced conversation that no one else (bar said person) finds entertaining. You will find fault in everything he or she does, a "nail-on-black-board" sound with every word he or she says, a need to roll your eyes at every behaviour of his/hers, and the compulsion to just straight-out ignore aforementioned person. Of course, you will feel no shame and regret about accumulating negative karma when making snarky, sarcastic and cynical remarks or innuendoes about said person.
Can't wait for the final FYP company presentation.
Labels: Phrases
Sunday, January 20, 2008
11:19 am
As each year passes, I find myself losing the excitement and subconscious feelings that foretell the coming of a festive season or public holiday (like Christmases, New Year's Day, those sorts) and this year, I don't even feel the rush to get new clothes for Chinese New Year (perhaps this uncaring-ness has something to do with the consistent adding of years onto my age? I don't know).
I mean, other than the fact that the few relatives I would actually enjoy seeing on the first day of the lunar new year are over at Australia and the ones "leftover" are mostly the un-entertaining sorts (which lowers the need to buy something new to wear), we're all bogged down with the Final Year Project, the coming company and school presentations, and not to mention that university applications start in February (*gasps* so near already?!), so there really isn't any "shopping" mood to speak of anymore.
Although, I can always tell when Chinese New Year is coming: dry snacks and pineapple tarts in the kitchen cabinets, and the clear, scratchy sound of my grandmother frying a wok-full of coarse salts for nut roasting.
And of course, the insistent reminder to start cleaning my room.
Labels: Phrases
Friday, January 18, 2008
3:30 pm
Met up with the Secondary school friends (JT, BH, Samantha and QJ) yesterday for JT's belated birthday dinner at
The Cafe' Cartel.
This is one reason why I never order ribs when we eat out.
All bones and messiness. Can't put them anywhere else, too.
This was my order. Chicken stew with rice.
With chunks of onions (yum) but JT took the largest one.
QJ having nothing better to do after finishing her food.
QJ's mangled carrots.
BH putting her feet up between me and Sammie's legs.
And to think that she's the one who's overly conscious about hygiene.
QJ writing random stuff on the serviette.
I've planned to have a frappe and an ice-cream at first,
but we were all too full to have anything else other than the cakes.
Half price after 9pm. Which is good for my forever-tight budget.
QJ's (half-eaten) oreo cheesecake.
The bitter chocolate fudge that I shared with Sammie.
Wasn't bitter at all, but isn't too sweet, which is good,
since I'm more partial to less-sweet chocolates.
JT and BH shared a bitter chocolate fudge too,
but the angle made it difficult for me to get a good shot of it,
so this is still a picture of the slice I shared with Sammie.
Look at the thickness of the chocolate fudge!
YUM.
I think it's pretty obvious, my obsession with chocolate.
Well, the first birthday dinner of 2008 ended nicely, with QJ bumping into a pillar (when we left our table) and apologising to it.
*Guffaws*
So the next problem is, where else to go for the next person's birthday dinner?
Labels: Photos
Saturday, January 12, 2008
10:21 pm
Hate morning afters.
The morning after a night of pounding headache (having daggers stab at the brain for five full minutes after waking up? No, thanks), the morning after slogging until 4am for a report (and spend the rest of the morning and afternoon just a little awake enough to not be defined as "asleep" and operate on auto-pilot), and the morning after
NAPFA.
I am positively decomposing. On a bed of spikes. Large, twisted spikes.
My legs ache when I move them from their stagnant position, and my diaphragm hurts when I cough or laugh.
It must look pretty hilarious, the strange waddle I do whenever I had no choice but to move around the house, not unlike a ninety-year-old drunkard, walking in too-crooked lines to be sober and groaning as if I was ancient.
Ugh. It was never this bad back in Secondary school. Oh well, time to face the fact that I'm getting old. Or the alternative is that I've dropped "Exercise" from my own dictionary (not that it has ever been voluntary, anyway) and that I am not being as healthy as experts dictate that we young people should be.
Yes, I'm chin-deep in The Nile.
I find that very comfortable, thank you very much.
Labels: Phrases
Friday, January 11, 2008
11:00 pm
The sky was very clear tonight (thanks to the rain), and the dark backdrop was dotted generously with stars. It was the most number of stars I've ever seen at one time, and many of those I saw tonight were impossibly large and bright. But it seemed as if I was the only one who bothered to walk with my head tilted back just so I can take in the sights for as long as possible without knocking into anything. Where has it gone, our appreciation for the small, simple things that can feel so large in our hearts and pull up the sides of our smile?
Monday, January 07, 2008
7:45 pm
Well, here's the first post of 2008. And I can't help but fangirl about the new album that I bought today:
L'Arc~en~Ciel's KISS!
Love the simple but classy photoshoots in the album jacket.
It came with this small sheet of stickers,
which I intend to ogle and drool at, instead of using.
I mean, who in their right mind would bear to use it?
It's a really good album. And I'm not just saying this because I'm biased towards L'Arc and all (which is normal behaviour, you know, considering how GUH-ish-ly godly they are). This isn't one of those Japanese albums that only the songs that came from the singles are good. ALL the tracks are amazing.
Am falling in love with DAYBREAK'S BELL all over again.
hyde's husky murmur in the verses are simply to die for.
I suppose this is where I stop my fangirling?
Labels: L'Arc, Photos