You’re my wonderwall

(credits to ninzx)

All the roads that lead to you were winding,
All the lights that light the way are blinding,
There are many things that I would like to say to you
But I don’t know how.
I don’t believe that anybody feels the way I do, about you now.
Because maybe, you’re gonna be the one who saves me.
And after all,

You’re my wonderwall.



I can’t believe I got up at eleven am today–it’s been so long ago since I had the time to sleep in and roll around in bed. I have to got assignments to complete of course, but I figured I should go at my own pace today.

Slept at 3 plus last night cos we were at Wala Wala, geez, it was so crowded…but this song took our breaths away…Blind By Lifehouse–those kinda song that would make you wanna cry (or at least, makes me wanna cry).


Your sweep on the shoulders, a brief lean against my back–I wonder why.

For it seemed longer, with more force, than accidental.


If dreams are a subconcious state of the mind, I have no idea when did you enter my mind.

Because I never thought you would.


He sang..

I’m taking a moment just imagining that I’m dancing with you
I’m your pole and all you’re wearing is your shoes
You got soul, you know what to do to turn me on until I write a song about you
And you have your own engaging style
And you’ve got the knack to vivify
And you make my slacks a little tight, you may unfasten them if you like
That’s if you crash and spend the night

The voice

that makes me fuzzy inside…

If I could change your mind, How would you want me?

Psst. If I were a boy–Beyonce’s new song

Postsecret Sunday/ Love

Her postcard:

His reply: Every time you smile at me for opening the door for you, I fall, too.

We’ll meet again.

Shut up and drive

Jaslin is one tired but smiley face.

She drove all the way home from Shenton way via the KPE.

In the rain, at night.

That experience made her heart race.

Definitely needs to brush up on parking…

Psst. I’m left with 4 hours of sleep with yet another freaking long day ahead.


After one and a half hours of sleep,

I’m amazed that I can still smile when I was getting my fix of 3.6km jog.

You make me smile, even when I don’t know you and when you simply did nothing at all.

The world is never fair.


Lately I have desperately pondered, spent my nights awake and I wonder…
But reason will not lead to solution, I will end up lost in confusion..

(credits to Emily-die-Puppe)

I’m going crazy with all the approaching deadlines—all on Friday.

I felt the sudden need for wardrobe uplift so I sneaked out today to buy 3 pairs of stilettos and clothes.
Came home, threw 20 pairs of shoes, and did an evaluation of my wardrobe. I concluded that I have no life, for I shuttle between home and school only. Which explains why there are clothes that don’t get to see the daylight–they’re simply not school-friendly (doesn’t help when some people are very judgmental. allow me to sidetrack: I find it amazing to see people judge, when I wonder if they even have the capacity to do so). That kinda reminds me of Vagina Monolgues–Short skirts isn’t form of indication or invitation..
I know, I’m crazy.

I’m grooving to Al Green and the Bee Gees while doing my presentation slides—for some strange reason, I’m feeling Euphoric (that same kinda Euphoria when I see beautiful clothes–like a popcorn in an oven?)
I figured that undoubtedly, I get attracted to men with hair, the more the caveman? I find it difficult to find attractive un-hairy man. And the first place for the hairy-evalutation is their legs!
I know, I’m sick.

I pissed for someone has been stealing Kittie’s clothes. 2 shirts in a he has to walk around au natural.

I’m in need of a major Perk-me-up.
5 weeks to exams, 2 and a half months to 2009. You fly past don’t you?

I want to bake, but have got no freaking time.

I want to have oh-so-good desserts and have got no time too.

I know your eyes in the morning sun
I feel you touch me in the pouring rain
And the moment that you wander far from me
I wanna feel you in my arms again
And you come to me on a summer breeze
Keep me warm in your love and then softly leave
And it’s me you need to show how deep is your love?

Psst. Notice this entry is grossly peppered with many “I”s..I need some me-time.

Previous Older Entries