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:: Saturday, August 28, 2004 ::

I've never laughed so hard in my entired life
Listening to Half Life - Duncan Sheik

I think I find absolute glee when I see someone do something really stupid. Stupid is as stupid does. Why is it that even upon the advice of friends (and not one but five), one always seems stubborn enough not to take it. I have been sworn (friend's honour) not to mention names, but a certain individual, you and I both know had this to account for:

"Watch out for the water, the water, the water..."

"Yah I know, I know, I know...(splash knee deep)"

"(between laughters) Well done, now he looks like he pee-ed in his pants..."

Dear Els, you certainly missed a good laugh when you went scooting off to Md Sultan today.

:: Stuffy 8/28/2004 10:52:00 AM [+] ::
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Piece of Cake
Blue Moon (Instrumental) - Ella Fitzgerald

My discovery last week had terrible consequences on me thereafter. Starbucks had changed their desert menu and I vowed to try everything new on it. I wouldn't have been so emotionally charged to try everything had it not been for that conniving marketing tactic of free samples. Two days ago I had a Vienesse Tiramisu and a Strawberry shortcake. Today I had that Warm Chocolate Cake and a Chocolate Amer. And then -Sh*t!- I realised what I was doing to myself, I was eating two cakes in a day. And all I began with was an innocent muffin in celebration of having no cavaties at dental. Mind you my dear reader, this Green Mermaid must have been an apprentice of the Golden Arch; just as golden fries are addictive, so is every new piece of cake on the menu.

:: Stuffy 8/27/2004 12:26:00 AM [+] ::
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Female Camaradarie


Picture courtesy of Adeline

"Women, she claims, complain in order to increase their sense of community, they gossip because, like children, they believe that telling secrets is the way to make friends; so they willingly listen to each other's troubles, because their overriding purpose is not to feel alone." - An Intimate History of Humanity, Theodore Zeldin (Interjection - laughs in wry humour)

I will always remember yesterday's dinner as a quiet, relfective one. Partly because we were all too drained from being on military grounds for the past three days, partly because we're all about to go and things will be different when we get back. The sentiments were common.

The first time I said 'those MINDEF girls', I say it now with a different tone, the next time I say it, it will be with a tinge of sentimentality. Well, you girls have been great company, and if theres one fond memory that I'll think of in sodden icy Warwick, it will be five traumatised girls walking down Clarke Quay near midnight after watching Women in Black, and wildly imagining the full moon to be her face. I certainly had fun conjuring up the story for the thrill of it, so much so that me and Anna didn't sleep till the fourth hour of morn (let alone having been at Depot on course the whole day). Thank you so much for the long thoughtful conversations, the communal bitching, the peer appraisal, the gossips.

And after yesterday, I think we now know why we were chosen by the powers that be.

:: Stuffy 8/19/2004 10:10:00 PM [+] ::
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Looking back

"back down the memory lane, i can still remember Steph and Shit competing their heads off on burger munching at macs, cosying up with the councillors at the council room and debate sessions in school and at Zhan's." - Excerpt taken from Tat's blog.

:: Stuffy 8/15/2004 09:32:00 AM [+] ::
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Minah-fied

Dear Md. Zuck,

I went three consecutive days wearing a sarong, you should be proud of me. Wearing a sarong is an art, an art which requires much practice and patience. It has been my greatest achievement among other things this week.

In a state of bimbotism,
Steph

:: Stuffy 8/15/2004 07:54:00 AM [+] ::
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On ME Day
But not quite a day of narcissism...
Listening to She will be loved - Maroon 5


On 'me' day, I spend 'me' time with 'me'. Its days like these where I would sit in a busy cafe and listen to the sounds, admire the sights and lose myself to time. I like the idea of just watching people passing by, listening to snippets of their conversation and then carelessly play a game where I would make a judgement about the kind of person they are by their apparell and mannerisms.

I've always preferred having no plans, nowhere to go, nothing to look forward too and above all, having no social considerations - something not of routine, precision or want. Just merely drifting to wherever I feel like going or doing in the spirit of the moment (zegeist). That is not to say that routine doesn't work for me, but I see it more of a discipline and a chore, and quite often a necessary evil.

The last time I declared myself a 'me' day, I bought myself a pair of new sandals, wore them on the spot, threw the old ones away and quite unfortunately acquired blisters after much aimless walking. Last week on a particular day, I went to the Marina Mandrin lounge and just sat there in the company of a mocha mousse cake, listening to the quartet. Apart from the gentle music (a selection of oriental pieces), I felt happy just watching the elevators move from the highest floor to the lowest, seeing people move in and out of them. They looked much like fairy lights in the dim-lit ambience.

And then I waited in one of the lifts until someone by chance would take me to the highest floor (Note: hotels in our era have high security and poor service). I was quite lucky to have the very first person agree to my bidding. There from a bird's eye view I could see the lounge in which I sat. It looked like tea-light candles in a sea of red carpets. It was pretty.

:: Stuffy 8/05/2004 08:46:00 AM [+] ::
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100 years - Five for Fighting

I'm 15 for a moment
Caught in between 10 and 20
And I'm just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are
I'm 22 for a moment
She feels better than ever
And we're on fire
Making our way back from Mars
15 there's still time for you
Time to buy and time to lose
15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live
I'm 33 for a moment
Still the man, but you see I'm a they
A kid on the way
A family on my mind
I'm 45 for a moment
The sea is high
And I'm heading into a crisis
Chasing the years of my life
15 there's still time for you
Time to buy, Time to lose yourself
Within a morning star
15 I'm all right with you
15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live
Half time goes by
Suddenly you're wise
Another blink of an eye
67 is gone
The sun is getting high
We're moving on...
I'm 99 for a moment
Dying for just another moment
And I'm just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are
15 there's still time for you
22 I feel her too
33 you're on your way
Every day's a new day...
15 there's still time for you
Time to buy and time to choose
Hey 15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live

One word - Poignant.

:: Stuffy 8/03/2004 09:48:00 AM [+] ::
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