It is somewhat alarming how a number, a date can mean so much. I would like to chant after Cecila Talis, but stories don't actually resume. It is at once silly and logical to wrap yourself in a blanket of coax, but it all ends up like a supernova on rebound.

I dislike the idea of certain events, emotions and recollections overcoming and infiltrating you surreptitiously, eventually becoming an intergral part of yourself. Something's got to give, and you most likely traded a part of yourself, to become a different person.

You know it when you go to bed in the night, knowing that the morning would greet you with the exact same considerations and meditations that at long last drew you into slumber. Those parasitic leechlike brainjuice sucking monster of thoughts that your mind hosts, that you wish to expel and purge for their unwarranted omnipresence, that will persist in their own pertinacious and tenacious ways.

karen says:
i like this
karen says:
http://www.forever21.com/twelve/product.asp?catalog%5Fname=FOREVER21&category%5Fname=12x12%5Fwhatsnew&product%5Fid=2054774313&Page=1#
karen says:
but the cutting a lil odd
yogi says:
eh damn cute
yogi says:
why is the cutting odd?
karen says:
if i eat alot
karen says:
and the tummy pops out
karen says:
it prob happens to expose jus the right part hahaha
karen says:
because no more buttons
yogi says:
i think you are supposed to wear something inside
karen says:
I KNOW MUS WEAR STH INSIDE U GO DIE
yogi says:
haha omg i said it so seriously
yogi says:
cos i thought you really didnt know
yogi says:
hahahahahaha



karen says:
have u smelt chanel coco mademoiselle
karen says:
i am very sad cuz nobody can spell my hugo boss anymore
yogi says:
nope
yogi says:
what do you mean nobody can spell?
karen says:
SMELL
karen says:
shit u shit u
yogi says:
OMG VERY EARLY IN THE MORNING
yogi says:
I TAKE EVERYTHING SO SERIOUSLY
yogi says:
why cant anyone smell it?
karen says:
i thought it was obvious and i din,t need to correct
yogi says:
i just got a new hugo boss!
karen says:
what!~
karen says:
intense?
karen says:
femme?
karen says:
do u like its spell?
yogi says:
i got deep red
yogi says:
but i havent spelt it yet
yogi says:
i used to have intense at home
yogi says:
i really liked it
karen says:
me too!
karen says:
i had intense shimmer
yogi says:
yea!!
yogi says:
the one with glitter right
yogi says:
i loved the bottle
karen says:
yaya q irritating right sometimes
karen says:
esp when i vain i spray to sch
karen says:
then got glitter on my uniform
yogi says:
AHAH ME ALSO
yogi says:
everybody laugh at me
karen says:
hahahaha omg
yogi says:
always
yogi says:
cos i cannot see the glitter
karen says:
i thought it was cool
yogi says:
but they can
yogi says:
wow
karen says:
and i cannot see also
yogi says:
WOW KAREN
yogi says:
glitter to sch is cool
yogi says:
NOT
karen says:
duh
karen says:
on the chest somemore
yogi says:
whoa
yogi says:
attract who ah
karen says:
shiny boob
yogi says:
sexy timesss
karen says:
do u know when ihave nth to do i spray abit and smell my wrists
karen says:
esp with intense cuz its like u kp sniffing harder and it smells nicer and nicer
yogi says:
hahahaha i am weird with perfume also
yogi says:
whenever i forget i get so angry with myself
yogi says:
cos must go the whole day without being able to smeell
karen says:
YA I WILL WALK BACK HOME JUS TO SPRAY
yogi says:
WOW KAREN
karen says:
and i tried before, going to sasa to spray my own perfume bcuz i forgot
yogi says:
haha here minus fifteen i cannot walk back
yogi says:
oh i do that too!
yogi says:
hahahahaha
karen says:
wow u are so disgusting leh yogi why
yogi says:
excuse me u do the same thing
yogi says:
so mean

I haven't blogged for too long; the blogger.com interface seems foreign already, and I feel slightly awkward forming words, sentences and paragrahps with the rhythmic taps of my fingertips. November marks exam chaos, which I am rather detached from in the square walls of my room, but nonetheless leaving me more solemn than the other months of the year. December would be remarkably different of course, with dazzling Christmas lights and a CountDown to beckon 2009.

The brain has been generating alot of blueprints recently, of how to fill up the holidays and the year to follow. In the spur of the moment, I ordered The Nutcracker tickets at 2a.m in the morning. I got first row tickets, but it's at the side and I hope I don't end up staring at toes. Also, planned a family trip to Macau and HongKong, which may overlap into the beginning of the semester, but too exciting to ponder on that. Also, emailed a ballet instructor because I need to move, and I totally suck at the check-it-out-yo hiphop classes I attended with Ashlyn. But seriously, ballet? I don't think my knees and ankles can support my newly acquired baggage. So I was asking my mom about Yoga, who proposed I learn Taichi -.-

When I am asked about my favourite food, it's impossible to answer, I need to be questioned for a list of favourite food. I've always thought that unhealthy food tends to be awesome, and I love meat but I've never thought of it as potentially damaging. But, I was flipping through Anthony Robbins and came across this:

Meat without uric acid has no flavour.
Meat is teeming with putrefactive bacteria.

I am not going to go into details because I deliberately forgot it, so I can continue my consumption of meat which is really tooo yums.

Then I went on to read about cheese, and found out that cottage cheese is thickened and stuck together by calcim sulfate, Plaster of Paris.

Rah.

Anyway when the exams are over, I really have to take my camera out for some fresh air. It has been rotting in the room since... the last holiday? A few good long months. I miss it actually :)

I have been using this for my handphone wallpaper:

Photo by Simon Lekias



And this for msn, also by Simon Lekias:



More from him:






















I love the last one.

I just ordered this yesterday:






















Chengwei has it, Juliana has it, Peng has it.

Very sexy can.

The air is visible around you, rising up
And off your lips in slow currents
And i watch as your face is framed in its slow currents
Drifting curls a trailing path
A long drag becomes a dress of blue and ash

If it is born in flames then we should let it burn
Burn as brightly as we can
And if its gotta end then let it end in flames
Let it burn all the way down

The air is visceral around us,
Turning in its simple steps on slow currents
And i watch as it pirouettes and spins in slow motion
A long drag becomes a a slow dance and a halo around her

If it is born in flames then we should let it burn
Burn as brightly as we can
And if its gotta end then let it end in flames
Let it burn all the way down, all the way down

And if this is ever meant to end, then i hope it ends where it began
So hot with love, we burned our hands
If this is ever meant to end, then i hope it ends where it began
So hot with love, it burns our hands

I have been absent from this space for awhile, not that there is nothing important enough for me to want to record. I have to mention Xinhui's birthday, which we pretty much spent burning loads of meat and perspired a great deal, except for me because my friends, they like to serve me :). Okay, no, I was just really paranoid I would get splashed by oil and Chan's vicious pops. When we were done we dragged our stomachs and hearts to warm chocolate at Max Brenner and talked ceaselessly of friendships spurned from waffles. Heh. I love insider jokes. It makes relationships special.Also, we saw a woman with hair big enough to hide her tiny face. I was deflated by the end of the day and thankfully Cw gave me and Dah a lift back.

YUCKS i just saw a damn lizard, I can't tolerate being awake and aware of sharing the room with that slimy thing so, am off to bed!

26th November, I remember, this time.

Fare thee well
Trade in all our words for tea and sympathy
Wonder why we tried for things that could never be
Play our hearts lament like an unrehearsed symphony

Not intend
To leave this castle full of empty rooms
Our love the captive in the tower never rescued
And all the victory songs
Seem to be playing out of tune

But it's not the way
That it has to be
Don't trade our love for tea and sympathy
'Cause it's not the way
That it has to be

You begin
And all your words fall to the floor and break like china cups
And the waitress grabs a broom and tries to sweep them up
I reach for my tea and slowly drink in


'Cause it's not the way
That it has to be
Don't trade our love for tea and sympathy
'Cause it's not the way
That it has to be
Don't trade our love for tea and sympathy

So fare thee well
Words the bag of leaves that fill my head
I could taste the bitterness and call the waitress instead
She holds the answer, smiles and asks one teaspoon or two


Don't trade us for tea and sympathy
Don't trade us for tea and Sympathy
We can work it out
Don't trade us for tea and Sympathy
Don't trade us for tea and Sympathy
We can work it out
Don't trade us for tea and Sympathy
We can work it out