Bambie passed away this morning when I was preparing for school. When Anis came in and told me she passed on, I was quite lost. Her death was sudden but I’m thankful she didn’t had to suffer too long.
I have got no idea how old she is for she was picked up from the park with burn marks all over. I remember when my mum first saw her, my mum gave me the pass to keep her(that was how pretty Bambie was–she’s an attractive babe!), that was until bambie ate her bamboo plant. She always had this air of elegance and looked at you like she can read your mind.
For the good 5 years she spent with us, she was not only a pet, she was also a mother to the little kitten( we call him “Kittie”) I brought home a few months ago. Not only did she take good care of him, she also loved him.
Just as Anis was burying Bambie just now, Kittie helped dig the soil too. Strange as it may sound to many, he actually gave her one final hug before she was buried(they often share hugs). Just before the soil was placed over Bambie’s body, Kittie stood beside her, closed its eyes and gave a long, yet soft mew.
We will miss you Bambie, just like how we miss Brownie and Whitie.
Just got some of the photos taken by Satrio. His captions are really funny, so funny, I’m going put them in bold.
Adit setting up.
Aditya is from Indonesia, our drummer. He’s a nice guy! And though he looks really gentle, his beats are relatively strong and hard.
Lion Hair
Kassim with his loooong hair! Sometimes, he would le his hair loose and swing it man!
It won’t be soon soon before long.
Yes, he was wearing a Maroon 5 tee.
I can sing louder.
Haha, this is funny. Liza and I. Liza is my co-vocalist. We were actually harmonising for the end of the song lah!
Zein, out Bassist!
I think I was doing the Bridge for Objection Tango. I was stamping to the beat. Geez, now I know I look retarded.
Hazel Eyed Jeslyn.
That’s how Satrio spells my name. Haha. It’s a pity he ain’t jamming with us now!
I always hold the mike stand when I have nothing creative to do. Who the hell was I singing to?
Look at my short nails! One of the photos with a clearer view of the nails was captioned “I just got my nails done“. See Mr C, I’m a good student. Haha
And I know I look horrible when I sing. Eww. I saw the and started laughing.
On the side note, I badminton-ed for 3 hours at NUS today! With breaks of cos. Geez, I’m bad at it. But sure it was a good workout man.
It was good. The crowd was fantabulous. The sound system was awesome (love the soundman, they’re vital!)..I’m a hapy girl, plus with the compliments from the other band’s members, that made me happier. Ya lah, I can be satisfied that easily. See, that makes me a low maintance girl.
Thanks Fe for coming down. I do appreciate it.
Now, we would have to think of a song we wanna “perform before we die” for GTV5.
I’ve no freaking idea man. So far, I’ve done…
Torn, Ain’t no mountain high enough, Long train running(without love), I will survive, Beautiful Stranger, Gonna getcha good, Mind trick, Starlight, Dreams, Live and learn, Breathless, What if god was one of us, If it makes you happy, Survivor, Big girls don’t cry, Objection(Tango), The howling.
I’m physically exhausted. Probably because I had sch for 12 hours yesterday, and R made some last min changes to the other song. Oh well…My voice is going now..Damn. Ain’t gonna strain it cos I have to do the “heaviest” song I’ve ever done, plus I’ve to use falsetto for the first time on stage.
God bless me.
Oh, and for “Objection”, R said we needed more showmanship..cos now, all of us on stage have to intereact–haha, R said I can push them lightly or something. Ok, hope I’m gentle enough, of the guitar and bass may drop on stage.
Let’s all wish that my voice wouldbe in a tip-top condition tomorrow.
One more day to the weekends. School has been alright so far, though I do get insercure knowing that I’m doing a Chinese Discourse Analysis and Pragmatics module and am the only non-Chinese major doing it. It’s pretty stressful cos she may make us analyse 红楼梦．That means I’ve to work my ass off. That’s the price to pay for doing something I like but unfortch, ain’t very good in.
Plus, the man-in-black with sexy sideburns officially disappeared. So disappointing right? After the “Hi” and smile, plus, I got quite use to him sitting behind, he vanished! School is not-so-exciting with nothing to look at, isn’t it? Plus I am a person who is aesthetically-driven. Oh yes I am.
Oh plus, I’m pretty intimidated by my Economic Geog prof. I can just visualise him saying, “That’s a stupid answer” when I answer his question. So far, I have to say I have yet to grasp the concept of Economic-geog. It seems pretty abstract and I’m afraid I’ll have a tendency to be “too economic” about it.
The engin module is far more digestable I have to say.
Anyway, we’ll be performing at Scape this Sunday, 6.30pm. So come on down if you’re free! It’s for Funkamania. Tho I dunno wad it is about.
It’s a bad time to talk to me in the mornings, before I go for my jog cos that’s my precious downtime.
It’s always good to talk to me at night, when I’m all hyped up, ready to open up, ready to listen and ready for a good laugh. (Damn, I just laughed so hard that my cheeks hurt.)
Sometimes, it’s really good to have someone, anyone, make you laugh at stupid things late at night when the world is in deep sleep. Exhausting, it may be, but it makes me waking up, feeling rejuvenated–appreciating the sharing of personal thoughts and feelings that were being carefully jotted down in the notebook that was brought almost to everywhere, even with the time noted down to specific mintues…
Try to focus my attention, but I feel so A-D-D. I need some inspiration and it’s not coming easily. Try to find the magic, try to write a classic.
Psst. My M&M’s Smacker’s lipbalm finally arrived from US. God, it was a long wait.
Nobody knows but me that I sometimes cry. If I could pretend that I’m asleep when my tears start to fall, I peek out from behind these walls. I think nobody knows.
Nobody likes to lose their inner voice. The one I used to hear before my life, made a choice. But I think nobody knows.
It’s win or lose not how you play the game and the road to darkness has a way of always knowing my name. But I think nobody knows.
The secret’s safe with me, there’s nowhere else in the world that I could ever be. And baby don’t it feel like I’m all alone, who’s gonna be there after the last angel has flown? And I’ve lost my way back home I think nobody knows, nobody cares.
Nobody knows the rhythem of my heart, the way I do when I’m lying in the dark and the world is asleep. I think nobody knows but me.
Nobody knows..just don’t say those happy words which can potentially make me sad when left unfufilled.
It is interesting how my mood can spiral down when one thing doesn’t go right. It sometimes feel like Titanic hitting the ice berg and subsequently, hitting the rock bottom. Don’t get me wrong though, school has been good so far, minus the SEP thing which of cos did demoralise me quite a bit and made me questioned my abilities. The good thing is, I got to voice out my fears and got some feedback from DrP. Sometimes, when you hear the things you need to hear to keep you going on, it’s like spot on–that’s when I cried…Not when I was disappointed, not when I was sad, but when the encouagements poured in. Somehow, it just feels comforting to know that you’e got people backing you up.
Very strangely, this is the first time I feel the pressure to have to push myself harder, and to do better. Maybe it’s due to the fact that I’m turning old. Most of us reading this would be turning 21 this year, of cos, this ain’t old in absolute sense. But try looking at it from a relative point of view, 21 seem to be THE age.
When I was 12, I thot of my 21st birthday party. The same happened when I was 13..haha, most prob all the way till now. To me, it ain’t so much just about the celebration anymore, it’s about entering early adulthood that kinda scares me quite a bit. Of cos, entering adulthood ain’t something that happens on your birthday, it’s a gradual process which naturally happens, unless you’re one of those who can live in your childhood forever.
Seriously, I won’t want to be a 21 year-old unsure of what I want in life. Between dreams and passion, the balance to take. Between teaching and singing. Maybe I will only live till tomorrow? Maybe another month, another year, another decade, another few decades? I don’t know and you don’t either.
I saw Fe at the park in the morning 2 days ago when I was doing my usual jog. It was good talking to her, and somehow, our conversation drifted to talking about life in general. We both realise that we do have an inner fear of time running out on us. That we won’t have the chance to do what we would love to. Then I said, “Even if we can live a few more decade, it doesn’t mean that we have the priviledge to live our lives as the healthy beings we are right now.
That brings me back to remembering people ask, “What if I die tomorrow?”
But what if you don’t?
Seriously, if I were to live my life like it’s my last day on Earth, I would want to spend it singing, with great music and people who knows how to appeciate music. Hopefully, I would learnt to play the guitar by then. Any takers?
Conversely, if I were to live my life like I have to have plans for years yet to come, I would spend it reading my readings, making sure I get as many As in the exams.
Haha, so since we all don’t know, how are we going to strike the balance?
You can call me a pessimist but I would beg to differ, for I’m a realist.
As for now, I’ll study in the day and jam at night. And I’m happy with that, actually.
Psst. Would be doing this song and helping Liza with back up for her song next Suday
Yeah, we all know Shakira is Hot. Duh! If not, why would I adore her? This is pathetic and sardonic. It’s sadistic and psychotic.
Was in the canteen having lunch when Dr P came up to me.
DrP: You’re Jaslin right? You applied for SEP?
Me: Yup, but I din’t get any reply so I don’t think I got it.
DrP: I read your application and I think you should try again!
It’s good to know that someone believes in you and tells you to try again. I wouldn’t have that idea of trying agin, until I heard it coming out from someone.
Psst: Performing at the Youth Park next Sunday for NUS’ Funkamania..so that leaves us with 2 jammings!
I’ve always loved eating Portuguese Egg tart. They’re like my kinda comfort food…And today, I’ve found something so similiar to that, but better. Had Au Petit Salut at Holland V after school..I have to say I was somewhat disappointed with their Lobster Salad. The lobster didn’t taste very fresh. And had my first go at Escargots–They tasted shell-like! God, I’ve have to admit I ain’t doing justice to the Escargots, but they just ain’t my kinda food.The main was alright. For some strange reason, I haven’t tried Crème Brulée so I’ve decided to give it a go today.
I liked the Crème Brulée because they were generous with their Vanilla (those little black dots found amidst the rich custard was heaven). Hmm, I should start hunting for one that has liqueur in it soon.
No pictures today cos my sis was using it to take pics of body parts..
And as we were making our way out, I was amuse by the amount of Da Paolo Restuarants found along that stretch of road. They look so romantic and beautiful! You know, I’m a sucker for good ambience. Had Caramel Shortbread at Da Paolo Gastronomia! They were quite Orgasmic! Haha! Next time, I’ll try their Apple Crostata! I went in and was surprise by the way they displayed their food. Felt like I wasn’t in Singapore for a moment!
I’ve to say i prefer Italian to French cusine. But when it comes to desserts, both win me over! Like duh! A down side of French food in Singapore–they’re pricey!
A totally unrelated point to make..Had my Global Environmental Isuues Lect at Engin today, and the prof said, “You’re the first generation since civilization to have the ecological footprint exceed earth’s ability to sustain itself in the long run!”.
We should all know better by now, shouldn’t we?
Haha, Yes, I do feel the need to write this down..afterall, Geographers are suppose to be concern about space and place!
Psst. I’m so gonna make my very own Crème Brulée soon. Have been studying the recipe, and what I need now is the torch!
Ah! School officially starts tomorrow! And to prepare for the new semester, I made a file! Had the hearts cut and blanket-stitched them, went to get the red paper to to make the plain black file sexier. Viola! My mum and sis were laughing at me for my attempt. Ya, maybe it does look juvenile for a 20-year-old. Geez. But at least I had fun doing it! It wasn’t too easy sewing the stitches on the felt cloth cos my needle was so damn thick, thanks to the kind of thread I was using.
Maybe starting jamming soon! And I can’t wait! May be performing at the forum? Details ain’t out yet…but apparently, it’s gonna be a relaxing sem.
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Read lifestyle, about French President Nicolas Sarkozy and his model-turned-singer girlfriend, Carla Bruni, and the speculations about the possibility of rebound.
Makes me think about the things we do when we are lonely.
Do we just use someone else to fill that void? Is that fair?
I understand the feeling of feeling lonely when no one understands what I want in life and why I do the things I do. But never do I feel lonely just because I haven’t found that someone.
Relationships are good when all is well. But not always, would things be as rosy as we wish it to be. And when that happens, what do we do?
Love is not a right, it’s a priviledge. Isn’t it?
And maybe, in the game of love, it’s never fair anyway. Isn’t it?
Help me–I can’t really stop smiling to myself. But I ain’t THAT happy, or so I think.
Well well, thank god I got all the mods I want this sem! It’s so exciting, isn’t it? Going back to school? Plus, Chinese New year is coming. I love Chinese new year–all the yummilicious food, more excuses to buy clothes, shoes. The puuurfect chance to doll up! Geez, times like that when I’m typing out shallow entires like that, I do quite feel like shooting myself in the head.
But it’s the last few days of holidays, so I guess I’ve still got a wee bit of leeway to type entries like that. Plus, I ain’t that hardworking girl, we all know that! Haha!
This 5 weeks holiday turned out way much better than I expected it to, because…
1) I managed to watch Sex and the City, season 1 to 6(damn, when I can get hold of season seven?) plus ANTM, all the way from cycle 1 to 9(I’m free, remember? Plus, watching girls go bitchy over a gronola bar is pretty entertaining)Mio tv is currently showing season 3 of SatC…yes..only…little wonder I rather watch discovery channel and MTV channel (Don’t tell me I’m too old for that, please?)
2) Good bonding time-with my dad when I went to Jakarta with him..though he says the most random stuff which makes me go “huh?”..my sisters, shopping, eating, bitching..and not forgetting some of my precious out there reading this, you know who you are and how important you are. And of cos, my pets, haha, tho some times, they give me the vibes that they would rather be left alone than to have me in their face, going “Hello Blackie/Bambie/Kittie! How are you today?”…I swear that if they could talk, they’ll shut me up.
3) I shopped a lot! Yes, I’m a shopaholic..hmm, maybe that’s why I’ve finished reading the whole Shopaholic series? And I’m happy with my buys! -) But I still feel for that Christian Louboutin heels. Damn!
4) Learn that there are people who can string words into poems. Seriously, who knew?
5) Haha, and the simple smile and “Hello” that Friday night! Uh! If only it gets out of my damn mind soon. But the class roster is out–and haiya! I won’t be seeing him , at all…(I just sounded like some psycho 16 year-old yea? Show you I’m young at heart..haha)
Just leave me as I am. =) Seems like I’ve never felt better. And at last, I ain’t proving it to anyone. Not anymore.
Psst. I’m happy when people know how to spell my name correctly. Some spell it as “Jes”, “Jazz”, “Jeslyn”…Yeah..it’s Jaslin.
I have tendencies to step on the wrong peddles, which is damn horrible.
I hate to do reaction respose. I mean, it’s a waste of time! To accelerate up the curb and then immediately step on the brake. Plus, when I opened the door to see if I ‘m up the curb, my instructor said I look like a cartoon.
I quite like changing lanes..that’s when my instructor says, “Accelerate! Chase after that car!”
All the heels from Christian Louboutin has a sexy red base. Imagine how it looks when you strut in them! Imagine the sigh of pleasure an pain when I see them but they ain’t mine.
Now, it’s no surprsie why I’m going ga-ga over them right?
