All the love in the world. 30 September, 2008

Jaslin has a soft side, I think…

As she looked out to the bustling traffic, with an empty heart and a head full of task to complete, she found solace in this song..

I’m not looking for someone to talk to, I’ve got my friend, I’m more than O.K.
I’ve got more than a girl could wish for, I live my dreams but it’s not all they say.
I’ve often wondered if love’s an illusion, Just to get you through the loneliest days.
I can’t criticize it, I have no hestitaion.
My imagination just stole me away.

Love’s for a lifetime not for a moment so how could I throw it away?
I’m only human and nights grow colder with no-one to love me that way.

And i won’t wake up alone anymore, still believing you’ll walk through my door.
You’ll reach for me and I’ll know it’s for sure.
Then I’ll give all the love in the world.

I’ve got a secret–you’ve been keeping warm and nobody needs to know.

Psst. After looking at some videos by The Corrs, I realise I truly miss doing songs that delivers deeper emotions. I’m so not a qualified rocker, at all.

Postsecret Sunday/ Small small world 28 September, 2008

The world is too small for my comfort.
It’s like I’ve been scrutinized wherever I turn.

Lesson here. Keep your social circle small and make sure words don’t leak.
I’m sure my social circle is small enough.
But whether words leak? That, I’m not too sure.

No hope, no love, no glory, no happy ending. 27 September, 2008

 (credits to knowingescape)
Often a cynic, I have to admit that once in a little while,
a smile,
a photo,
a sentence,
a rush of impulse,
a moment of silence,

makes me realise that I maybe a silent cheerleader.
And that maybe, someday, somehow, I may be playing a role in a fairy tale?

Am I a true-blue cynic, or just putting on a facade?

Love is like cupcakes. You see them everywhere–it’s not difficult to get your fix when you think you need one at the moment (but very often, after sinking your teeth into it, you realise it’s not worth the calories)–but it’s difficult to find one that truly is worth eating.

Even if I tell the world, it would not be enough, for it was not said to you. Should I give up, or should I just keep chasing pavements?

Psst. But of cos, it’s still more difficult to find a perfect pair of shoes. Haha!

Metaphors 27 September, 2008

I was revising with my student..

Me: Alright, let me give you an example of a metaphor..
Student: Maneater!

Giving tuition can be very enriching.

First piece of Chanel 26 September, 2008

I promised to get myself a pair of Chanel sunglasses when I turn 21.
It has been 3 months, and I finally got done to finding a pair that’s
1) not over-the-top(read: doesn’t scream the double C),
2) doesn’t hit my fat cheeks and sits on my (low) nose bridge well enough,
3) takes my breath away.

My first piece of Chanel.

Psst. I’m consumed by consumerism (Tan, 2008)
Psst Psst. No pics–you’ll see them when you see me often enough, under the sun.

12.11am 24 September, 2008

A uber long day with a Chinese sociolinguistics project meeting, lunch, then off to Geylang and Orchard Towers for field research. (I so have to blog about the Geylang trip, esp our visit to the sex shop and the uncle who seem to have lots to share tho he claims he doesnt visit that area! But I’m too tired to.) I’m shagged.

Seriously, this recess week is out to kill me. It’s not helping when I woke up, and found myself in tears–cos I dreamt that I killed someone. What’s wrong with me? Who did I kill, exactly?

Lots to do, haven’t got enough time. When I look at the piling workload and the Chinese lit notes, I feel pangs of anxiety.

I need a new eye-candy. Yes, Jaslin gets bored after a freaking year. It’s time for a change.
Plus, when things gets stagnant, there’s no more adrenaline rush. Boo.

No more Sexy Sideburns lah.

Psst. Come to think about it, maybe the dream was to signify the death of Sideburns as a eyecandy?Then what are the tears for? Guess I’ll never know.

Postsecret Sunday 22 September, 2008

I venture. I panic. I regret.
And the cycle goes on.
And time after time, I tell myself “no venture, no gain”.

I hope I’ll never run dry on courage.

Nothing to lose 18 September, 2008

I left my waterbottle in the LT at Science today. With the intention to head back into the LT, I ran to the door and peeked into the hall. Since there was a lecture going on, I decided to leave(it’s rude to enter the LT in a midst of an ongoing class just to take something).

Somehow, I felt guilty for leaving my water bottle behind.

If I don’t have anything to begin with, then there’s nothing to lose.

Strawberries and Chocolate. 16 September, 2008

(from Flickr user stephbond)

I need some form of distraction.
It’s almost 2 in the morning and I can’t sleep–maybe the inherent fear of dreaming about the same person. (Read: Sideburns. And for the past 2 nights.) Or maybe the piling workload?

Maybe in a form of the oh-so-cliche, but at the same time, oh-so-good combi of chocolate and strawberries?

You tell me.
I should get back to bed, for the 3 hours of sleep before heading back to school.

Fashion Rocks 2008/ Postsecret Sunday 15 September, 2008

Once again, it’s time for 5th annual Fashion Rocks, held in New York. (Swarovski crystal-studded gowns put up a good show with Alicia Keys last year)
And this time, they brought some of the biggest names in the music industry to stand up to cancer.

Psst. Rihanna did Madonna’s cover of “Vogue“. I think the stage set up was pretty amazing. Strike a pose!

Psst. Notice the subtle changes!