hmm,, today is not a good new-post day.
so apparently i was allured to the NEW POST button without anything interesting enuf inducing me to do so.
how interesting can a day with contract be anyways
the most writable thing i can account for
takes me back to the afternoon when i dreamt away with colbie caillat's the little things lullabying in the background. the humidity found its way in again and i woke up feeling like my head's pregnant
so i sat vis-a-vis with the huge mindy and burrows and (thankfully) my dearest computer, offering me a handy escape into THE RIGHT WORLD where i'll foreseeably twitter blog facebook away happily-and-ever-after
so for 5 hrs straight i was false imprisoned with contract trying to see eye to eye with the uncomprehendable
tbh...i am actually quite satisfied with my progress. so far expect the fact that i downed too much maraconi as my attention was diverted to the MISSION IMPOSSIBLE
(usually it doesn't happen. usually i payso much attention to my food these days i notice the slightest lack of salt here and a little too much soba there)
and did i mention t'was the first post i made during my bathmoments?
its not a good attempt. bubbles kept blocking my vision like they want me to focus on the feeling and not the typing.
and i'll surrender to the fluffy mashmallows for now,
chau
5.04.2010
Are you living it right?
the ahmazing day began with an egg white omlette wrapped round avocado and cheese
followed by a little flirting with baby pink manicure and matte blue pedi
orgasming with oh-i-die foot treatment
sashimi salad and a few more pieces of sushi giving THE BEST after-cuddle
then diving right into roundtwo as we check out the new BABY
awwww if today could just freeze itself
and replay and replay i would be living in heaven.
no.
i'd like to add a little movie here and bath there and a little more shoehunting everywhere
so its not THE PERFECT day. but defo an almost-perfect one.
sorry for the nonsense up there but i'd very much like to remember the day when i was supposed to be grounded with contract
but ended up checking everything in the lust list
except contract.
(it doesnt make sense i know since contract never did and never can make itself to the lust list)
i'm now building another list
a to-meet list of people. have been flirting with my pc for too long i think its getting tired of me given that its mind started to wander and its efficiency falling to minimal.
they say technology is the new weapon.
i say they are the most egoistic creature the earth has ever come across
i gotta feeling that today shd be contract-free
what u say. a nap? a nap should defo clear nonsense out of my head
and bring back a super-efficient contract-flipping chau.
where's the button you press to change tobie maguire into spiderman
the secret basement where tony stark became ironman
tell me how can i become contractwoman
for the sake of saving the world from frustration mistake unconscionably
and do some paper-work justice
(yawn)
lets just hope the nap does it magic.
chau
followed by a little flirting with baby pink manicure and matte blue pedi
orgasming with oh-i-die foot treatment
sashimi salad and a few more pieces of sushi giving THE BEST after-cuddle
then diving right into roundtwo as we check out the new BABY
awwww if today could just freeze itself
and replay and replay i would be living in heaven.
no.
i'd like to add a little movie here and bath there and a little more shoehunting everywhere
so its not THE PERFECT day. but defo an almost-perfect one.
sorry for the nonsense up there but i'd very much like to remember the day when i was supposed to be grounded with contract
but ended up checking everything in the lust list
except contract.
(it doesnt make sense i know since contract never did and never can make itself to the lust list)
i'm now building another list
a to-meet list of people. have been flirting with my pc for too long i think its getting tired of me given that its mind started to wander and its efficiency falling to minimal.
they say technology is the new weapon.
i say they are the most egoistic creature the earth has ever come across
i gotta feeling that today shd be contract-free
what u say. a nap? a nap should defo clear nonsense out of my head
and bring back a super-efficient contract-flipping chau.
where's the button you press to change tobie maguire into spiderman
the secret basement where tony stark became ironman
tell me how can i become contractwoman
for the sake of saving the world from frustration mistake unconscionably
and do some paper-work justice
(yawn)
lets just hope the nap does it magic.
chau
5.03.2010
The Dare of Diesel
its impossible not to have caught up with a diesel's smart and stupid quote
its here and there and everywhere
and this time i will try to tie my hands down
and let the pictures speak thy words.
and here u go
its here and there and everywhere
and this time i will try to tie my hands down
and let the pictures speak thy words.
and here u go
my fav. eyegasm
Another trip
ciao tort. there. done for life.
within 3 hrs i transformed meself into a novel writer
prolific-ly (ahhh such a rare word i never have the chance to come across these days), gracefully wrote 14 pages of dont-worry-your-husband's-dead-for-good-now-u-got-to-replace-him-with-$
scrabbled endlessly like i'm born to do this.
nahh sorry the ambulance's late yeah..latent defect (nahh bad bad defence. accidents always have a cause. and the guilt lies in those with big pockets)...duhh he would have died anyways delay or not.
such a cruel fair world.
felt guilt creep over me for sleeping a little 3 hrs later than promised....
tried ridding it by spoiling meself with a little salmon parmaham and ravioli
trust me. it ALWAYS does the magic
the fatigue wears off. JUST LIKE THAT
discovered a little honey-scented gift-set by lush..with all the ma bars the honey i washed the kids and my-april-fav honey bunnn
i swear im doing a review on it. the bath bombs'....(trying to find a b word)
ballious
today between the cheese crackers and breadpudding
something stirred in me mind and mum's always the one with answers
"when do you know if he's the right one"
"you never know. "
"how did you know dad's the right one"
"i never knew.i won't know. but for now he's just the right one"
so circular. so begging the question. so straight from the heart
i want answers.
i want to make sure what im doing now im doing right.
when i start to question, i start to get confused, i go into the why saga
and always end up torn and broken when i found out the things i was ever so fond of turned out
like this cheese
indifferent. tasteless. but once i was mistaken it was gold fallen from heaven
do i like sweet pink floral things because i like sweet pink floral things or because i hate bitter grey polkadots?
did mum like dad because she liked him or because she hate being childless at 30?
do we like what we like or do we like sth because we hate the contraries?
and then i realise
sweet pink floral things goes best with bitter grey polkadots.
(per colour theme)
gracious hatred. for letting us know what we want in life.
chau
.....movie or bath? or both? i think i deserve a quick nap afterwards
there you go. too little time too much awaiting
chau as she skips happily into the bubbles taking another trip into...life.
within 3 hrs i transformed meself into a novel writer
prolific-ly (ahhh such a rare word i never have the chance to come across these days), gracefully wrote 14 pages of dont-worry-your-husband's-dead-for-good-now-u-got-to-replace-him-with-$
scrabbled endlessly like i'm born to do this.
nahh sorry the ambulance's late yeah..latent defect (nahh bad bad defence. accidents always have a cause. and the guilt lies in those with big pockets)...duhh he would have died anyways delay or not.
such a cruel fair world.
felt guilt creep over me for sleeping a little 3 hrs later than promised....
tried ridding it by spoiling meself with a little salmon parmaham and ravioli
trust me. it ALWAYS does the magic
the fatigue wears off. JUST LIKE THAT
discovered a little honey-scented gift-set by lush..with all the ma bars the honey i washed the kids and my-april-fav honey bunnn
i swear im doing a review on it. the bath bombs'....(trying to find a b word)
ballious
today between the cheese crackers and breadpudding
something stirred in me mind and mum's always the one with answers
"when do you know if he's the right one"
"you never know. "
"how did you know dad's the right one"
"i never knew.i won't know. but for now he's just the right one"
so circular. so begging the question. so straight from the heart
i want answers.
i want to make sure what im doing now im doing right.
when i start to question, i start to get confused, i go into the why saga
and always end up torn and broken when i found out the things i was ever so fond of turned out
like this cheese
indifferent. tasteless. but once i was mistaken it was gold fallen from heaven
do i like sweet pink floral things because i like sweet pink floral things or because i hate bitter grey polkadots?
did mum like dad because she liked him or because she hate being childless at 30?
do we like what we like or do we like sth because we hate the contraries?
and then i realise
sweet pink floral things goes best with bitter grey polkadots.
(per colour theme)
gracious hatred. for letting us know what we want in life.
chau
.....movie or bath? or both? i think i deserve a quick nap afterwards
there you go. too little time too much awaiting
chau as she skips happily into the bubbles taking another trip into...life.
5.02.2010
Blend in.Let the rest stand out.
leave it to the professionals.
how i hate the sound of ego
it's comparable to my hatred ( i always try to avoid the word cause i dont really hate the way the word is interpreted by the norm. i prefer "rather not" than the extremist. okay. i'm officially replacing it with confusion") towards the legal system, legislations, rules, norms, expectations of what you should and shouldn't do.
basically the very thing i got myself into. LAW.
no labels. no stereo-types. globalization.
all these big words.
but i believe in them all. shamelessly. (maybe not globalization in its contextual meaning.)
was doing everthing i can to avoid the huge tort book beside moi
with the purple post-it and its unchecked list scornfully reflecting my un-prolificness.
finish remedies for trespass tort, damages for personal injury, liability of an employer, occupier and it goes on forever.
so i did the undo-able. blog when ur bored
"models or celebrities for fashion ads?"
the first line brings in the confusion.
"leave it to the professionals"
then the whole piece justifies its conclusion with premises like Lagerfield's no ones better than Freja Beha Erichsen and Anja Rubik for having the right look and class
and Frida Giannini's preference of a strong, generic face that’s not related to any world — and certainly not one related to MTV or Hollywood
so the professions say a good photoshoot is a portrait.
the person blends in and let the clothes work its magic. and work the magic off the clothes as well.
celebrities overshadows the clothes. they appear way too many times on ok, hello and cosmo. no. they still want the clothes in the limelight in voguee.
this time i prefer to state out the premises. and not give any conclusion
i'm tired of the critical thinking process i've been slaving over for the entire week.
when people claim that ohhh i like this ewww hate that. they claim they have personality
if its so. I am a girl without personality.
i know what i want when i see them. like those toryburch and jeffrey campbells and coldplay and the sun awaiting outside the windowsill. hoping its entry won't constitute trespass. and the smell of fresh green grass.
but i dont despise things thats not-theabove. i don't believe in false dilemma.
i don't believe my dream has to come in expense of yours
i prefer to walk out of the picture
pretend that i blended in. and look from beyond.
they say models are preferred since they are generic. they don't belong to any world.
no they do. to the professional world of models.
speaking of which its a professional making the claim. duh.
accept it. we belong to A WORLD. don't pretend we are the new element.
(obviously obsessed with iron man)
but accept the genus and bring in the differentia.
let your uniqueness stand out from the rest of which you belong to
define your life as accurately as can be
spare the ambiguity.
ciao to the egoist and bitches in moi. blend in. and let the rest stand out.
chau
how i hate the sound of ego
it's comparable to my hatred ( i always try to avoid the word cause i dont really hate the way the word is interpreted by the norm. i prefer "rather not" than the extremist. okay. i'm officially replacing it with confusion") towards the legal system, legislations, rules, norms, expectations of what you should and shouldn't do.
basically the very thing i got myself into. LAW.
no labels. no stereo-types. globalization.
all these big words.
but i believe in them all. shamelessly. (maybe not globalization in its contextual meaning.)
was doing everthing i can to avoid the huge tort book beside moi
with the purple post-it and its unchecked list scornfully reflecting my un-prolificness.
finish remedies for trespass tort, damages for personal injury, liability of an employer, occupier and it goes on forever.
so i did the undo-able. blog when ur bored
"models or celebrities for fashion ads?"
the first line brings in the confusion.
"leave it to the professionals"
then the whole piece justifies its conclusion with premises like Lagerfield's no ones better than Freja Beha Erichsen and Anja Rubik for having the right look and class
and Frida Giannini's preference of a strong, generic face that’s not related to any world — and certainly not one related to MTV or Hollywood
so the professions say a good photoshoot is a portrait.
the person blends in and let the clothes work its magic. and work the magic off the clothes as well.
celebrities overshadows the clothes. they appear way too many times on ok, hello and cosmo. no. they still want the clothes in the limelight in voguee.
this time i prefer to state out the premises. and not give any conclusion
i'm tired of the critical thinking process i've been slaving over for the entire week.
when people claim that ohhh i like this ewww hate that. they claim they have personality
if its so. I am a girl without personality.
i know what i want when i see them. like those toryburch and jeffrey campbells and coldplay and the sun awaiting outside the windowsill. hoping its entry won't constitute trespass. and the smell of fresh green grass.
but i dont despise things thats not-theabove. i don't believe in false dilemma.
i don't believe my dream has to come in expense of yours
i prefer to walk out of the picture
pretend that i blended in. and look from beyond.
they say models are preferred since they are generic. they don't belong to any world.
no they do. to the professional world of models.
speaking of which its a professional making the claim. duh.
accept it. we belong to A WORLD. don't pretend we are the new element.
(obviously obsessed with iron man)
but accept the genus and bring in the differentia.
let your uniqueness stand out from the rest of which you belong to
define your life as accurately as can be
spare the ambiguity.
ciao to the egoist and bitches in moi. blend in. and let the rest stand out.
chau
5.01.2010
we'll only fall amongst the stars.
then i was bathing in the sunflower fragrance from kiehls shampoo and enjoying me morning showers
hoping that the warm oozing water can wash away the fatigue and guilt from staying up a little too late last night
(i pledged that i'll tuck meself under the covers NO LATER THAN 12. i DID. for one night?)
the morning music made me think: maybe i'll write about the music tdy
yeh. then i started to make an imaginery list of music i like in my head:
james blunt, this love, john mayer, sitting waiting wishing...no i cant forgive myself for leaving out cold play.. a little taylor swift will do too
and it kept going on..and on
until i realise its going nowhere and this little long list have to wait
theres something more interesting that i'd very much like to prioritize
so ciao to pop artists, make way for life.
you know all those cliche thought-of-the-day you see at starbucks everyday
u wont be surpised when u read, for the thousandth time:
"reach for the moon, you'll only fall amongst the stars"
i cant remember the last time i did something fearlessly
even the most amazing thing i did, going to uni interviews,telling my crush i liked him
all these i did with my heart shaking
i feared. what exactly?
i guess i fear the fall. the fear of not landing amongst the stars
but somewhere into the deep unknown
when you're fifteen, the only thing you fear is being told by someone you loved they dont feel the same for you
that your parents dont ]talk during dinner anymore
that your sister drunk called you and didn't come home until dawn
that you fail your finals
maybe i'm so young and nothing much get to go wrong in life
i fear "the first time"s
been there. done that. is all they say.
when days slip past you find fewer first times and more second, third, fourth..i-forgot-how-many times
and you start to feel fearless
u've fell. u've cried. u came to realise. u pick yourself up and walk back into life. wondering when your tears will come for a visit agen. wondering why things that used to break you no longer matter
you became fearless.
the week to come is hurling pressure at me like a bully watching a kid drown in fear
but this time you are not the bully. i am not anymore the kid.
ciao fear, cause we are meant to fall lightly amongst the stars
chau
hoping that the warm oozing water can wash away the fatigue and guilt from staying up a little too late last night
(i pledged that i'll tuck meself under the covers NO LATER THAN 12. i DID. for one night?)
the morning music made me think: maybe i'll write about the music tdy
yeh. then i started to make an imaginery list of music i like in my head:
james blunt, this love, john mayer, sitting waiting wishing...no i cant forgive myself for leaving out cold play.. a little taylor swift will do too
and it kept going on..and on
until i realise its going nowhere and this little long list have to wait
theres something more interesting that i'd very much like to prioritize
so ciao to pop artists, make way for life.
you know all those cliche thought-of-the-day you see at starbucks everyday
u wont be surpised when u read, for the thousandth time:
"reach for the moon, you'll only fall amongst the stars"
i cant remember the last time i did something fearlessly
even the most amazing thing i did, going to uni interviews,telling my crush i liked him
all these i did with my heart shaking
i feared. what exactly?
i guess i fear the fall. the fear of not landing amongst the stars
but somewhere into the deep unknown
when you're fifteen, the only thing you fear is being told by someone you loved they dont feel the same for you
that your parents dont ]talk during dinner anymore
that your sister drunk called you and didn't come home until dawn
that you fail your finals
maybe i'm so young and nothing much get to go wrong in life
i fear "the first time"s
been there. done that. is all they say.
when days slip past you find fewer first times and more second, third, fourth..i-forgot-how-many times
and you start to feel fearless
u've fell. u've cried. u came to realise. u pick yourself up and walk back into life. wondering when your tears will come for a visit agen. wondering why things that used to break you no longer matter
you became fearless.
the week to come is hurling pressure at me like a bully watching a kid drown in fear
but this time you are not the bully. i am not anymore the kid.
ciao fear, cause we are meant to fall lightly amongst the stars
chau
reaching up for the babyblue the mashmallows and their sweet confused mind
the way home
why its you baby rolling into my way
and will do it fearlessly. as i promised.
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