to all you people who did not choose The Phantom of the Opera as my fave musical...

This is why you did wrong.

Think of me,
think of me fondly,
when we've said
goodbye.
Remember me
once in a while -
please promise me
you'll try.

When you find
that, once
again, you long
to take your heart back
and be free -
if you
ever find
a moment
spare a thought
for me ...

We never said
our love
was evergreen,
or as unchanging
as the sea -
but if
you can still
remember,
stop and think
of me ...

Think of all the things
we've shared and seen -
don't think about the things
which might have been ...

Think of me,
think of me waking,
silent and
resigned.

Imagine me,
trying too hard
to put you
from my mind.

Recall those days,
look back
on all those times,
think of the things
we'll never do -
there will
never be
a day, when
I won't think
of you ...

60 seconds quickie DIDYOUKNOWS at effy's

Commonly used terms in stock market:

A "bull" is someone who thinks the stock market will register a rising trend

A "bear" is someone who thinks the stock market will register a declining trend

Bull Market is a market showing a long period of rising prices

Bear Market is a market showing a long period of falling prices

You're a Dream GF!

You're a definite keeper. You're not needy or clingy and you're almost as much fun to be around as one of the guys! You know exactly how much space your guy needs and how to keep your own groove on while in a relationship.

But yet I know exactly how it feels when the venus in you acts up and it's so easy to succumb to become what guys do not want. Like when you miss that somebody and your heart is dancing at your toes you feel the butterflies you pick up the phone you call he misses you message you delete you hang around in c-space he's not. then remember from a korean flick that the biggest mistakes girls make is to cling onto the man. Yes. Fight the urge.

And while we are at relationships, I found this really beautiful poem, at some friend's friend's LJ, which, IMO, is pretty well written. I just love her metaphors. Real mental.

Sex without love

How do they do it, the ones who make love
without love? Beautiful as dancers,
Gliding over each other like ice-skaters
over the ice, fingers hooked
inside each other's bodies, faces
red as steak, wine, wet as the
children at birth, whose mothers are going to
give them away. How do they come to the
come to the come to the God come to the
still waters, and not love
the one who came there with them, light
rising slowly as steam off their joined
skin? These are the true religious,
the purists, the pros, the ones who will not
accept a false Messiah, love the
priest instead of the God. They do not
mistake the lover for their own pleasure,
they are like great runners: they know they are alone
with the road surface, the cold, the wind,
the fit of their shoes, their over-all cardio
vascular health--just factors, like the partner
in the bed, and not the truth, which is the
single body alone in the universe
against its own best time.

-- Sharon Olds

So to what extent do you agree? Comments?

On a stark contrast to dearest aiai's entry (which, had conveniently left out bits about us), I seek to confirm my belief that a model's figure is only so for one to look at the clothes, and not at her. So no big boobs, hourglass figures allowed. Hangers, Ping would say. Clothes always look nice on the racks. And so on them. But they don't have to look good. So there. And aiai, not all were tall and lanky. The guys especially not, but I liked their faraway look. Very Calvin Klein.

***

Someone made me realised I'm almost clueless in life (again), even though I know I'm not the only one. All I know is I don't want to stop studying. At least ZP knows what she kinda wants, albeit the rather different nature. Luckily I'm still a year away. If only I have the money, I'd just keep on studying till my PhD and not fuss about what kind of job I want. Then again, I'd have to decide what I am going to further study on.

***

Having decided to be a good daughter I decided to wait around at home to see if mummy would like to go out with me, like shopping or otherwise. Weekends are hardly spent at home, since it's a special day I thought hey just do it, but it turned out that she is more happening than I thought and ain't home. blah!

So I was bored and looking through all of my happy clicks. Yes people I own 300mb worth of photos. Although perhaps none are even close to what one may call agoodphototaken, but heck. I learn some little truths.

1. I look no different for the past 4 5 years. The only difference is in the skin colour, hair colour and (Thank God for this!) taste in clothes. :P

2. I really worked in a lot of jobs. Retail (77th street), Sales (hub), F&B (Nanjya, Kiku), Exhibitions (Communic, SIBOS), Flower pot (Performance Motors, Standchart, Cine), Office (Nippon, Mt Eliz Hosp, Standchart)

3. Half of the 300mb pictures are taken by ourselves. Explanation: Cammie facing us with outstretched hands. Usually 2 faces, sometimes 3 and once in a while squeeze 4.

4. We took pictures while a. swimming, b. tanning, c. after shopping, d. during meals e. after meals, f. trying clothes, g. working, h. at the beach, i. in town after beach, j. in class, k. during break in class, l. bowling, m. pool, n. clubbing, o to z. so on and so forth.

Happy Birthday marmee

go go do it now!

For working so hard last week, plus my winnings on S-League, I'm proud to announce the self-pamper of a new pair of Levi's Jeans, a nice meal + treat at Marche with ZP, and whatever I want to buy for my new room from IKEA, which I don't know what yet.

One learns to be self contented and makes the best out of the situation.

And I intend not to go for my Canada / Europe dream already. Face reality and do my exchange at Chulalongkong University and live like a Queen there. Yup, that sounds good too.

TLC

"I need some love like I never needed love before....
I had a little love, now I'm back for more"

Cheesy Spice Girls actually spells (not sing) out what I'm feeling.

Can't explain, just felt this need at this very moment. Now. I just feel kinda empty. Void. Nada. So please shout out loud those who love me.

"All you need is LLoOOoOVVe"





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someone is such a b!tch

Well I hardly write anything personal in my blog nowadays. Din seem the need to and whatever that have been happening or rather going through my mind all the while isn't much anyway.

But now I'm in this nostalgic mood and I guess most people who loves me know why as I have already informed them of the news.

A new environment will be a great change, with my own personal space and a new exciting thing to do with my angels, like going to IKEA together and stuff, but because it is nonpermanent, you kinda don't feel so excited over it. Afterall, it's not exactly yours, so why do so much.

And the dready look how much stuff I have in my house notion of packing all up in boxes and boxes is quite sian. Clearing up, throwing aways. Will be a good DA SHAO CHU which my family doesn't have the tradition to. And of course, the very practical and whole reason for it. Life will be easier for the folks, hence us. We'll all be happier.

But how would they feel, to leave this place they put everything in. How much they've gone through, and ponder on to do this or to do that about it. How they work their lives away to see us through our education, but not being able to live in what that has their name to it. If only I know how they feel. And we feel sad because we don't have enough to buy another pair of shoes.

Having said all these, it's just this thing about having stayed in this home, this room since I was 9, and about when I started to really remember things. So now, here, on my bed now, I look about the room and want to remember everything about it. From the time I moved in, still remembered buying stuff from IMM Jurong, which was then some prestige thing you need a member's card to make purchases, to designing the decor section above my bed with my ornaments which I no longer fancy and the whole aircon leak hooha where a hole was drilled through to my toilet to fix the pipe.

And I'd leave this place permanently in a month's time. This pose, this lying on the bed seeing the room, the too small for my amount of clothes wardrobe on my far left, my messy pink table which never sees light, my sis and Fe on my right, always disturbed by my late night calls, my toilet just 3 steps away. The stupid jokes we crack and laugh like mad, using our pillow to stifle the sound. My sweeties, ppl who lie in or on the bed with me, to talk about life or just to be comfy.

It may not be the prettiest room, and I'm not missing it because it's a big house, but just the very room I spend 1/3 of my life warmth under the blanket, another 1/5 doing my work. The place I struggled through my PSLE, my O's, my A's. That Pink table. The home I missed when I was in the hall, like a baby I wanted to go home.

It just feel so weird.

Haiyah, its only day 6.

& I clicked BUY NOW! at yahoo auction on a yummy bag I was looking at for the longest time.

But thing is, I saw it in Feb, and intended to buy it then, so I suppose it doesn't constitute a breaking of my vow yah?

*whistles*

I've been living up to my words for the past 3 days, with temptations arising from Marina Sq to Orchard. And nono, contrary to popular beliefs, Hui Hui could resist those purchases, but it is also partially because nothing really wow caught her attention, although we did find the black version of the Adidas bag I posted previously at TOPMAN.

And finally, the whole stretch of tests have come to halt. For the time being. Next week - No test! Why would one think that's yippee woo? Well afterall, for those who have been following this pathetic journey realised (you should after the numerous whiney posts) my string of tests that bombarded me since week6, with 1 or 2 each week till now (week9). I can now let my hair down (pardon the pun) and while still have work to do, embark on the journey of no brainer surfing for information and analysis of fantastic Robinson's and You Hub, I Hub.

Things people buy at the adidas sale

wilson.

irvin for her.

me.

Things I would have gladly put my money out if only there were






And so I'm glad, that there wasn't. Otherwise, I wouldn't have just spent 2-ish.

Come to think of it, I promise not to buy anything for 1 month. Yes, for the whole of March. If I do (unless absolutely neccessary/ deal too great to resist), pinch me.