Your shirt's on the couch, now pass me my undies under your thigh.

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Basically now, I miss my cool choir kids, I've been at home every single day, and I've bored myself to painting my nails a new pink, as well as re-creating a new blog at Xanga. So yes I've shifted, cos Xanga's kinda cool and blooger is boring me. And just for the record, these past few days of not blogging here, reasons with me blogging at the Choir blog instead. So byebye! (:

Secretly posses me
17:40

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Wednesday, November 29, 2006

I'm really deeply infatuated.
I love the fuzz rush but I hate the reality of it.
I'm just another hopeless fool who fell for you.
His charm, in his eyes.
That intensity,
it's captivating enough to catch my glance,
and then lock my eyes on him.
Can't stand a day away from your body.
Then 2 weeks will be hell.

"It's like holding a neon sign saying 'I might like you', or telling him, 'I don't like you, I like you a little, heck, I like you. But I don't like you.' You're so infatuated lah!"
-peter

Because even the sound of his name makes me smile a different kinda smile. The type where you can't even see your eyes anymore. Haha.

Secretly posses me
02:19

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Hey Fabulous, I might like you (:

I swear,
CHOIR IS COOL!

Now they are off to Prague, and all I can say is good luck from afar.
New found friends, new found infatuations, really deep infatuations, coolio section, gayapella, etcetc.
Choir is cool because of us (:

The concert ended on a high note. Thanks to those with well wishes. I sang with a throat that undergone swelling for 4/5 days and took steriods (3 pills mind you) the morning before just to get my throat going. Watched Happy Feet- again, with the choir people instead, and I had AWESOME fun.

I <3 my Black Sheep Clique.
I <3 my Sops.
I <3 the gays in choir.

And I cannot use my own com (this is my bro's) because its caught a virus. And I can't cure it. It's so sickening, everytime I type any of the keys on the keyboard from 'shift' to the other 'shift', and 'enter' and shit comes out, I swear. Like if I type 'c', what comes out is cxv./m(enter). It's annoying. So that's why I haven't been blogging and online. Haha.

In any case, I'm looking for Purse, Isabel, Mince, Nes, Karo etc to date me. Without choir, my life is like empty. Haha. Queer.

Hey Fabulous, I might like you (:

Secretly posses me
00:32

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Sunday, November 19, 2006

Because I'm walking away,
from the one thing I need to
Walk away from.

And my life now, for the next week:
Choir Choir Choir Choir Choir Choir Choir Choir
Choir Choir Choir Choir Choir Choir Choir Choir
Choir Choir Choir Choir Choir Choir Choir Choir
Choir Choir Choir Choir Choir Choir Choir Choir
Choir Choir Choir Choir Choir Choir Choir Choir
Choir Choir Choir Choir Choir Choir Choir Choir
Choir Choir Choir Choir Choir Choir Choir Choir
Choir Choir Choir Choir Choir Choir Choir Choir

It has been like that.

It's heartbreaking, how people just fall so easily, and yet gently and subtly. On the thought that there always a channel to pull through, and we constantly find ourselves stuck right before that hole at the end to come out. But only because the other party behind the wall with that hole for us to crawl out from is not willing enough to reach that hand out to give us that extra pull for our ticket to hapiness. So, again, we find ourselves trapped in that tunnel, confused, disturbed, choked, suffocated, with no other solution but to go back to where we first came from.

It's disheartening, to realise then, that many people give up on the chance to re-enter, fretting the same would happen again. But I, I went in not once, and why is my faith always on the tight rope, with a million feet below me? Every fall is deafening enough.

And it's really disappointing, the way I keep wanting to pick myself up, and reality really literally slapping me face-down each time.

Oh well.

Secretly posses me
21:53

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Saturday, November 18, 2006

Now, I have a cool story to tell!

It was the autum/winter season in a tropical country, and A, met her friends, her dearest Clique, which contain names such as B, C, D, E, F, G and H (:
(haha, hokay, Sherri, TseMin, Nes, Rose Zhen, Jerdy, Karo and the infamous Mindy)

The last she'd seen of the full clique in fragments was as such.
So came the agreed time, 1845hrs. Girl A set it this time so as to ensure everybody's arrival by 1900hrs, recalling that she'd specifically said 'be punctual'. But as usual, everyone was late. And only by 1940, everyone was at that Pastamania tables gorging down the delicious pastas and sodas.

They were having fan, yadayada, completed their meal, and sought for a place to do the usual 'chilling'.

Oh! But wait! What was that? A fountain?!. Surely, only Bimbos as such would be interested. Ahaha.

(intense discussion on the ever important task!)

(task in action!!!)

(Ahh, the content of acomplishment!)

Heehee! Oh but Mindy, guess even water makes her ever so drunkk.

So she had to leave ): awww.

(oh my bags are packed, I'm ready to go...)

But the rest were affected to the least! AHAHA MINCE!

(of course we needed a photographer, so Nes volunteered)

So we went trotting along, to Haji lane. There were many RANDOM SHOTS! on the journey there, with attempts (which obviously are failed ones) to follow the momentum of '1, 2, 3, POSE!', turning at ever cue to whoever was the camera person at the back. Here -

And along the way, we went up, down, left, right, and even places where the moon don't moon.

Tse Min even became the cleaner auntie!

But finally, we arrived our destination.

We actually planned to chill at PLUCK, but they contradicted themselves thoroughly.

Because they were closed.

So we made our way down to PITCH BLACK and had a sumptious desert meal.

And what would chilling be without Monkey Business?

And cam whoring?

Oh, after all that fun and laughter, the owner chased us out. And Nardy Pants came along. And we had to do the FAIRFIED JUMPSHOT. After all, we are Fairsians arent we?