Friday, December 31, 2010

Goodbye 2010

So peeps, 2010 is coming to an abrupt stop *plays Sweet Disposition music* and I bloody hell don't want it to end. =(

I should do something memorable today. But of course, nothing special does happen everytime I say that. So I'm just ending my last post in 2010 with pretty pictures. =)

P.S. Love yous.










Wednesday, December 29, 2010

I'm


Currently addicted to:

1. 90210
2. Lips of an angel
3. The computer
4. Nail polish
5. Tumblr
6. Aerosmith
7. Vintage stuff
8. Matt Lanter
9. Picture words
10. Black Ts

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Sleepover - Part 2

I woke up at 6 and slept again and woke every hour until 9 or 10 when Yianthin woke too and I went to do the laundry while the other are still sleeping. Eventually, the rest woke up too and it's time, for pressies. Yianthin is supposed to give me one, I'm giving Wenjuin, she's giving Yanying, Yy's giving Shuenwen and Sw's giving Yt.

Second day:






I got a Toblerone from Yt, which is enough to make me go sugar crazy since I don't get to eat any kind of candy or chocolate or whatever that often. I got Wenjuin a Gingerbread man, she made Yanying a clay Christmas thingy that was beyond awesome, Yy got Sw chocolates (again) and Sw got Yt a snow globe and a hand sewn thing. 







And then, we went to QB via Rapid Penang. I'm so proud of myself having taken a public transportation on my own. Well... not exactly on my own but you get me. =D I so want to scream HELL YEAH, SHERYL TEOH'S BEEN ON RAPID NOW, SUCKERS on the bus but of course, for the well being of my friends, I didn't.


For more photos, click here.

Sleepover - Part 1

So we had a sleepover party from the 21st of December to the 23rd. We: Yian Thin, WenJuin, Yanying, Shuenwen and I. Wasn't the first sleepover I had but probably the girliest. Anyway, venue's at my place since my parents went to China.

First day:
Wenjuin with her constantly animated (weird) mouth, Yanying with her constantly steam expression, Me avoiding the camera as usual, Shuenwen the narcissist posing for the camera as usual and Yianthin the late-comer as usual. Sigh. We haven't changed at all.








What with the unbearably hot weather that day, we went swimming at PISA since it's like, walking distance from my place. Unfortunately, the lap pool was under maintenance so we had to use the baby pool, of which I have not used since 10 years ago. *Narrows eyes* Filthy MLRs. Forgive my racism.


And at night, after watching 500 Hundred Days of Summer, a decidedly good romance, we did what girls do - mani/pedis. Huge kiss and thank you to Yianthin for helping me with my horribly cacat-ed toenails. I wouldn't know what to do without you. =)







Saturday, December 25, 2010

Merry Christmas


P.S. Thank you Ming and family for having me over for Christmas. =)

Monday, December 20, 2010

In The Arms Of Morpheus




Constantly beleaguered
By fatigue, I shall
Patch in a quiet
Scale of acerbic water.

And so heave and haul
My eyelids up;
As a ship with paralytic sails
Are often acquainted.

With such luck
I trek through a season of
Idyllic winter: white snow
The soft caul of torpid

Neutrality. And the ship;
Mast rising from the
Obscuring mist sees light. Only
For that rare, tenuous moment.

Monday, December 13, 2010

Here's

another post on my life for you, Wenjuin. Happy?

With spare time on my hands, I now dedicate my holiday life to a search for pictures. Well, those that suit my mood, at least.

And I'm lifeless enough to find it interesting. Copying and pasting pictures taken or done by others. Sigh. I blame it on him. I find it easier to handle everything if I blame it all onhim. Which is mean and unfair, I know. But hey, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do huh. =)







Wednesday, December 8, 2010

The Break


In love
We hide in our gilded
Domes; where time
Consecrates the death of memories

To the point of delirium.
And from our personal catacombs
Sprung the ebullient passion,
Licentious and unruly -

To reclaim the lost days.
But even then, the dead lovers laughed
Among a thousand winter bells
And the bronze boy

In leather greaves
Stands tall over them.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Parfum d'Amour


It rises like an ecclesiastical incense
From the uncorked bottle:
Intoxicating, overwhelming and
Infinitely

More imbuing than
The buds of roses in May.
For all their silent breaths
Trapped in crystal vials

They could find no
Voice that issued from their
Withered lips.
But this -

This speaks of the celestial
Bond; the sacrosanct union
Of souls.A frenzied orgy that
Hides itself within

The deep contours of
Our heart.
Preserved and repeated, only in
Rapturous sighs.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Terminator

From cy's ipod:



Well, figuratively speaking it's: I'm going to bash your head off. But yeah, this works too.



Heck, I don't like you. At all. 

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Of the Flame


Pale wood burns
An assiduous flame -
Yet so weak, so

Timid. In her flare of
Heat and light
Extinguishes, a part 

Of her. 
Soporific lulls of
Crackling sparks

Insinuate
Black-leaved flakes
Of yesterdays. 

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Heart Goethe



Johann Wolfgang von Goethe is undoubtedly, one who makes the wittiest remarks ever. In fact, he's so good at it I think he's even better than good old Shakespeare. (I still love you, though) He's also the author of the phenomenal, Faust and The Sorrows of Young Werther.

Anyway, a few of my favourites:

1. We do not have to visit a madhouse to find disordered minds; our planet is the mental institution of the universe.

2. Know thyself? If I knew myself I would run away.

3. A man sees in the world what he carries in his heart.

4. There is nothing more dreadful than imagination without taste.

5. I laugh at my heart, and do its will.

6. One can stand anything except a succession of ordinary days.

7. If I love you, what business is it of yours?

8. One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.

9. Beware of her fair hair, for she excels all women in the magic of her locks; And when she winds them round a young man's neck, She will not ever set him free again.

10. We are shaped and fashioned by what we love. 


P.S. P.N. I love you best though.

Penang Bridge Marathon


Umm, going for Penang Bridge Marathon tomorrow. 10 km run. Which is kind of like, from my house to Heng Ee High School.

Haven't been training as hard as I thought I would. But I promise I'll jog this evening. I think. Anyway, Barney did it without any training. And he won the race. 

Quotes from How I Met Your Mother:

Marshall: All that work I put in training for the marathon was a total waste.
Barney: Training for a marathon?
Marshall: What?
Barney: You don't train for a marathon, you just run it.
Robin: Barney, we're talking about 42 kilometers.
Barney: Here's how you run a marathon. Step 1: You start running. There is no step 2. 

He's adorable.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

The Hollow Men



We are the hollow men 
We are the stuffed men 
Leaning together 
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! 
Our dried voices, when 
We whisper together 
Are quiet and meaningless 
As wind in dry grass 
Or rats' feet over broken glass 
In our dry cellar 
Shape without form, shade without colour, 
Paralysed force, gesture without motion.


~ T.S. Elliot


P.S. Thanks. It was superb while it lasted. Will miss you loads and loads.