As Geographers, we need maps all the time. To map out the different spaces.
In life, we don’t need a map all the time–It’ll simply bore you and me to death, seriously.
Shoe Fetish 31 March, 2008
Recently, I been asked about the number of shoes I own, pretty often.
So I said, “about 50″.
Immediately, I swear I could smell people making judgments about me.
Oh yea, I’m a girl who needs many pairs of shoes. I feel happy just looking at them.
Little wonder it’s hard to look at people and not make judgments–I make judgments about you and you do the same about me.
Bleeding love 29 March, 2008
Closed off from love I didn’t need the pain.
Once or twice was enough and it was all in vain.
Time starts to pass before you know it you’re frozen.But something happened for the very first time with you.
My heart melts into the ground found something true.
And everyone’s looking round thinking I’m going crazy.
But I don’t care what they say I’m in love with you.
They try to pull me away but they don’t know the truth.
My heart’s crippled by the vein that I keep on closing.
You cut me open and I keep Bleeding Love.
People write sad songs for a reason.
The same for people who listen to those songs.
Perhaps that’s the only avenue for their emotions.
I loved you with a burning red and now, it’s turning blue, finally.
Psst. I would love to sing this song some time soon!
Desserts and life 28 March, 2008
I have never been a lover of Cupcakes, but I do like to bake them (esp those with fillings in them). And as one who lives to taste quality desserts, I kinda link people to the kinda desserts I think they are. For one, I would classify “Girly Girls” as Strawberry Shortcakes. And if you ask me, what kinda dessert I would call myself, I would like to think it’s a good competition between Macaroons and Creme Brulee (I just love French Desserts lah!)
Macaroon. Hard on the outside, since people always think of me as being intimidating and fierce. If you want to know what’s inside(without asking anyone), you have got to be daring and advanturous enough to take a bite.
As for Creme Brulee-the kinda dessert I would go for, when I need a sense of familiarity and comfort. You would have to break thru the thin layer of caramel layer before to savouring the familiar taste Vanilla castard.
Plus, I even divide desserts into Masculine and Feminine categories. haha, that explains why Strawberry Shortcakes are for “Girly Girls”. While Jack Daniel Ice Cream belongs to the Masculine side. Gender studies eh!
Cupcakes, is like Love. The way it should be served and eaten. Given it’s size, you can savour it without being over-indulgent.
Too much of a good thing can be bad.
So remember, Love like Cupcakes.
Desserts are almost never seen as a important thing because they don’t serve the primary purpose of food, which is to fill you up. Agree. Some people think it’s wasted calories. Disagree. Do you know how much love and effort is required to dress those sweet offerings up to pleasurable calories before being served?
Desserts don’t fill me up, but they satisfy me so much that I naturally become one happy girl, at least for that fleeting moment. If you’re eating the right kinda dessert, the experience can even be said as Orgasmic. Ooh lala!
There’s always a balance between Praticality and Romance.
Psst. I’m in the library, and am suppose to do my reports, but a little down time to write something about desserts really makes me so much happier!
And oh, of cos, you can only really savour desserts with the right company–with people who really sees them as a form of art, a way of life. Otherwise, I would really rather eat it alone.
During Geography tutorials … 27 March, 2008
“As Social Scientists, the world is our lab. We don’t put the word “Social” and “Science” together for no reason.” Yueng, 2008
“Geography is about Space and Time.” Wong, 2008.
We learn something new everyday, don’t we?
Psst, the next time I quote Mr Q, I’ll do the same!
Deadline, literally? 27 March, 2008
We’re officially buried in work. I’m typing this while having an online meeting for Economic Geography(it’s 1 am alr!), and doing up the Social Geography commentary.
I still have got my Chinese discourse and analysis project (so anyone with interesting uses of 笑声 in our daily conversations, tell me! I’ve a bit of a phobia to do Chinese essays, tho this is my 3rd one, but 3000-5000 chinese characters is a wee bit intimidating, I think), Critical Cartography presentation to prepare, plus that wonderful map we have to do!
Lotsa work. I’m tired. But somehow, I thrive on the pressing deadlines and stress.
Psst. GTV has been posponed! Till the 11th of April, might as well, I won’t have to mood to perform next Friday with the heaps of work left undone.
I’m strange. How about you? 24 March, 2008
It’s not easy being human.
Sometimes we try too hard to defend ourselves, only to accentuate our already-known flaws. So, just keep those flaws hush-hush. People will know when they’re suppose to. Don’t keep reminding others the existance of that flaw.
It’s not easy being human.
Sometimes we try too hard to please others, ask about what they like, so that you can be what they want. But really, haven’t we already lost ourselves when we do so?
It’s not easy being human.
It’s an art.
Anyone who can touch you, can hurt you or heal you.
Anyone who can reach you, can love you or leave you.
Aesthetically-driven me 23 March, 2008
Now that I haven’t seen Mr Sexy Sideburns for almost 4 months (except in my dreams, which Huey thinks it’s funny), I have been trying hard to find a subsitute to satisfy my asthetics craving.
It’s almost like an obsession. Maybe like Murphy’s law. I’ll keep a constant lookout, for sideburns, which is really crazy.
At last, I found a distraction.
A deservable subsitute for the visual feast.
A date on the 18th of April, at Hyatt’s Mezza9.
That would keep me satisfied the whole night.
A date with Pierre Herme.
Pierre Herme! Can’t believe I’ll get a taste of him without having to fly to Paris!
This song is uber sensuous. Plus, I like John Legend. He has sideburns too. Ohhh.
We rendezvous up on the fire escape, I like to set off an alarm today
The love emergency don’t make me wait.
Just follow I’ll lead you, I urgently need you.
Psst. The Sentosa thing went alright. Jules and Sufi seem to be having a blast there and the commitee there is very nice–the lorry which drove past me was really nice to drive back to give me a lift out of Sentosa.
Psst Psst. Social skills are vital. That is something every one should know. Geez, if it was only that easy eh?
Geez. 22 March, 2008
1 in the morning and I’m trying to get use to the minus one track playing from my lappie.
Would be doing a last-min performance at Tanjong Beach later for some NUS event. And seriously, I’m worried. Have always had the bamd with me, doing warm-ups and sound checks.
But
Doubt there would be any of those tomorrow.
It’s me, myself and I.
Jaslin is worried. She is so not prepared for this last-min thing.
Wish her luck.
Thanks Yun. Your words gave me the strength. =)
Oh yes, I do believe in Karma.
Stop 20 March, 2008
Sometimes, I have to constantly remind myself not to be so competitive.
And not to fight for things I don’t want.
Funkamania! 20 March, 2008
Our Band in action! At Scape! 2 months ago (tho it felt much longer, prob cos I changd my hairstyle)
Yea, that’s me! In black.
Haha, 4 of us were in black. Kassim on the guitar, Liza, my co-vocalist, Aditya on the drums and Zein on the bass!
I’m in white heels then. Or, I’m the stiff one on stage. Looking at this, I realise I don’t move much on stage, I just hold on to the mic stand (my best friend on stage)–tt’s bad, I look like a freaking woodblock!
Better brush up on my showmanship.
Psst. Catch us in action live, if you haven’t. 4th April, NUS. I’ll be doing “Shut up and Drive” (Mr Q, remember we sang this song like 4 times?! and you told me it reminds you of gendered Geography?) and “Still a friend of mine”!
Hopefully, you’ll see Jaslin, not the dummy version of her.
Life is Beautiful 19 March, 2008
I read something that evolved certain emotions in me–something which I find it hard to put into words. Just a tinge nostalgia.
For that moment, I wanted to know how you are doing. I really do, or should I say, did.
I’m happy, because I’m not sad. Life is suppose to be this simple, but we’re never contented. That’s why we often complicate things.
There were many instances in which I hope I was contented.
But it seems, people always have got something more in mind.
Why?
Life is beautifully simple, if and only if, we forgo the complexity that lies within the simplicity.
Your eyes told me the truth.
The song that made me cry 18 March, 2008
“In darkness she is all I see, come and rest your bones with me”
Psst. I really really would love to catch Maroon 5 in action. Damn. I can do with some company.
Post Secret Sunday 18 March, 2008
It’s scary to see people getting married, because they have to.
I’m scared to succumb to it one day.
Until I one day wake up to a beautiful morning, smiling to myself, knowing I truly know that person is irreplaceable.
And that’s why I’m that defensive-I do not want to be a victim to someone who need to love.
More than words 18 March, 2008
All I do is to observe the words that comes out of your mouth, and the words you choose to say.
And, I realise that’s all I wanna know about you.
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Benetint: sexiest flush you can get from a bottle. Innocent yet provocative. Our rose tinted rose cheek stain is see through colour that endures it all …even in the thralls of passion.
That’s the correct use of words–sensuous, and mildly seductive
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I was asked why is the heading of my blog “Let’s dress up and do a sexy pillow fight.”
Good question. But the thing is, I always assumed people who knows me know why I chose “Sexy Pillow Fight.”
Life’s a bitch, sometimes. And a girl’s way to wind down after a crazy day would be….Pillow fighting! The close company of girl pals, talking, laughing, eating chocs, watching mindless chick-flicks and rom-com…
Plus, I like it to be sexy. Hmm, put it this way, I always try to make things sexy. Even a piece of wood can be sexy, now that depends on how you look at it..it’s like looking at an issue from a optimistic or pessimistic point, isn’t it?
Somehow, I still think that there are people who would know, without me saying.
That’s the magic of chemistry. That’s the magic of the wordless interaction…
The silent acknowledgment with the silent “Hi”, the nod, the smile. I dream too much, but it still takes my breath away.
Like that Spanish Guitar, all night long, I’ll be your song.
画。话。 17 March, 2008
Phew, I’ve finally found time to put up some pics. Been out and about, going out to the field(literally), shopping(haha, I know, I’m suppose to say “studying”..but a girl’as gotta do what a girl’as gotta do, rite?), and doing up some reports.
So, we woke up fresh and early on a bright and sunny Saturday morning, headed down to Bishan Park to look at a group of Expats play American Football! If you’re thinking that the majority would be Americans, you’re so wrong! Apparently, they’ve got 16 nationalities! From Germany, Zimbabwe, Indonesia, Canada, and the list goes on. These guys really have fun man! Really sporting and I guess it’s quite hard to catch Singaporean men enjoying their sports like that. Haha, ok, that’s not a right statement to make, but, come’on, give me a break! I don’t see Singaporean men rolling in mud, pulling each other’s shorts down, at 9 in the morning on a Saturday morning?
They’re suppose to pull that thing tied around the opponent’s waist to show that you’ve been “touched”. Pretty amusing–one said, “pull his shorts down!”, and another replied, “Shut up!”. Sensible reply, I would say!
Getting into position
Having stood under the sun for 3 hours, doing interviews, observing the game, and taking pics, I was pleased I got to know how the game is being played. Haha,I’m quite an idiot at things like that.
Meet Ms L last week, and off we went to Clarke Quay’s Nacterie!
Some time ago, my family and my dad’s friend from Indonesia went to Grand Asia, I’ll do without pic of Dim Sum..Here’s the mango dessrt(I forgot what’s called).
Went to Shenton way to do some reading with my sis last week, we ended up Far East Square. Beautiful place in the afternoon, cos it gets really quiet.
Apple Crumble–Yes, I love apples
And then, I got bored under the um-bre-lla-ella-ella.
stars 14 March, 2008
It was 5 in the morning when I was making my way to the park for the usual morning jog. The wind was blowing, my hands were freezing.
I looked up at the sky.
At last, the early morning sky was not covered with clouds.
At last, I manage to catch a glimpse of the morning stars.
Suddenly, I’m thankful for the happiness, the tears, the agony, the excitment, the anxiouness I’ve felt. It seem like the inevitable fall helps me keep my sanity.
Sometimes, you’ve got to feel the pich to feel alive.
In bed 12 March, 2008
It was 2am.
I’ve just finished doing up some points for the Economic Geography debate on Friday.
Took out my Elmo diary to look at the deadlines.
Flipped two pages.
And was suddenly wide awake.
There’s lots to be done.
That night, I stayed awake for the next 30 mins, tossing and turning.
For a moment, I was stressed and a wee bit worried about the work load.
Who isn’t?
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Don’t tell me what you think I would wanna hear. Just don’t say anything, not yet…
Post Secret Sunday 9 March, 2008
Sometimes, I smile, thinking about the person I don’t know.
I bask in moments like these.
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My dad’s friends from Indonesia is in S’pore, so we had lunch with him. Just as we said our goodbyes.
He shook my hand and told me, “Don’t be naughty.”
Actually, I didn’t really hear what he said, till I ask my mum, who was standing beside him.
Hmm, so now, do I look that wild and rebellious?
Maybe my mum was trying to poe fun at me…
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I was told, “You can be quite intimidating at times” yesterday, by a new friend.
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Now now, there’s something wrong with me? I’m intimidating and rebellious?
Geez.
Now now, we all have to remember that people are like onions, you’ve to peel them layer by layer.
Dreams. 8 March, 2008
I dreamt of Mr Sexy Sideburns again. This time, face on.
Time for a jog, wake myself up abit.
But then again, it’s good to see people you hardly see these days, in your dreams.
It helps keep their image alive.
