I get it - It will never happen. Then why can't i get over it?!?!

La Petite Mort

Drizzle a tiny stream of hot chocolate over a perfectly risen souffle.

Pierce through the delicate, spongy exterior to excavate a teaspoonful and bring it towards your mouth.

Prepare for the caress of warm, caramel flavoured comfort as the impossibly light custard fills the cavity of your mouth, followed by an almost orgasmic rush of adrenaline as the hotter flow of pure, exhilarating chocolate rolls over your tongue and makes your toes curl and fills you with a desperate need to groan with the waves of pleasure hitting you over and over again. A buzz flows though your veins and you body clenches as sensations build towards a climax but just moments before you release a screamed prayer, an icy mint flavour cuts in to cool off the hot and painful pleasure, slowing down your pounding heart, relief washes over entire body.

The After Eight Souffle by The Chocolate Factory. I could only bear 2 spoonfuls.

Dear God, you have my infinite gratitude for creating the genius and inspiration for such a divine creation.

The L Word

Ok I really need to think more before I can properly write a review but in a nugget, its a soap with proper acting. it does get a little trashy sometimes but it at least feels very real. Not sure if it really is life-like and maybe not everyone will get the political and social messages without some prompting but it is definitely a good watch!

and shane is so hot!! i am so in love!!

*swoon&sigh*

An ideal death

Ready.

Set.

Ok, let's go.

boo needs a Buy-a-Macbook fund... *tear* says:
shit.. i hate to say this
boo needs a Buy-a-Macbook fund... *tear* says:
but losing my laptop feels a helluvalot like breaking up.
-tush- says:
whyyyy
boo needs a Buy-a-Macbook fund... *tear* says:
heart pain and i'm missing it already!
boo needs a Buy-a-Macbook fund... *tear* says:
i feel like crying!
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boo needs a Buy-a-Macbook fund... *tear* says:
i think this is like.. fear of losing it
boo needs a Buy-a-Macbook fund... *tear* says:
this is the " oh god is he going to dump me" part

Hello y'all!!

I never expected to say this at this age but these past couple of days, I've been insanely contented. haha.. Being in Canberra, and more because of staying with Tush and Sharon, I've found a lifestyle that's come as close to my ideal as ever. Reading by the lake, (cold spray and pigeon terrorists included), having coffee and meals at places that are unique and appreciated for their individual decor, atmosphere and flavours like Jones the grocer, the turkish place, Koko Black, and the best, only because I've missed it so much - Nando's! haha..

Most of all, dinners at home and each other's homes. I love the company who have been so readily accepting of meeting new people and being inclusive during conversations.

And as natural as it is to Tush and co, (hehe) it isn't something that is on the spur of the moment. Hosts plan a week ahead and so do guests, and they won't cancel at the last minute because their tired. You might argue that they don't have the work load we do but it doesn't mean we can break our own word right? So to all whom I've done this to - my sincerest apologies. I will not do it again. And I will of course, endeavour to cook and treat you to something vaguely edible, with lots of wine at mine's.

It really isn't the lifestyle in Singapore but since when have I made that my benchmark, right? So at this moment I'm quite determined to live as I feel I should. That means deciding when I will cook and make time to get grocceries and go home early. That means I will plan what to do during the weekends, even if it is to go to the beach to read, so that I will be able to do it, and then I can start liking my life again.

As a matter of course, the same goes to work as well - phew..

Righto.. here’s post 1 of the HOLIDAY!!!

Haha..

They day didn’t start too wonderfully with a load of stuff to do.. but thankfully we had a meeting that ended early so I didn’t have to worry about missing my flight.. thank goodness!

Dinner with Popeyes was nice, with Ridz and there after… was the flight! One of the more interesting flights, I must say. I was seated between 2 guys – on the left was a nice cute Italian who didn’t speak much English and was really into his PSP. Haha.. and on the right was a Bulgarian fellow who was reading – guess what? Chaucer! Haha.. a Bulgarian translation of Chaucer, beat that! We started talking about it and he’s apparently read Tolstoy, and other European authors. When was the last time you met someone who’s not a teacher or student and reading such literature for leisure? Even though he wasn’t fluent in English, we had a lovely conversation about tone and nuances that are lost in the translation process.. nothing really academic but it was totally fun! Haha.. and the best part – He’s a truck driver living in Sydney. I love the world outside Singapore!!!

So now I’m at the airport, 8am Sydney time and waiting for the coach into Canberra. I managed to park myself right next to a power socket – yippee!! Unfortunately, wireless internet costs A$14.50 an hour so you’re getting a delayed post here…

But back to Sydney.. half the people here are asian.. I’m glad I decided to head for Canberra instead.. haha.. but it also means that the people, in general, look twice better than Singapore. Obviously it’s not that all non-asians look good but they just seem to carry themselves with this confidence, regardless of whether they are the “common folk” or musicians or snowboarders that they are so much more attractive than the Asians who seem lost in their environment. Even when they’re in the majority back in Singapore.. sad isn’t it?

I hope I can find the iRiver Clix here.

Oh, and I LOVE THE COLD!!!!

Dinner was wonderful!

Whoppa!!!! I'm off!!! off!!! off!!!!

Yeeeeeoweeeee!!!

hahahhahahahhaha

Love you all!

Remembering old loves .. and John Mayer *smile*

Back to you
It always comes around
Back to you
I tried to forget you
I tried to stay away
But it's too late

Over you
I'm never over
Over you
Something about you
It's just the way you move
The way you move me

I'm so good at forgetting
And I quit ever game I play
But forgive me, love
I can't turn and walk away

Back to you
It always comes around
Back to you
I walk with your shadow
I'm sleeping in my bed
With your silhouette

should have smiled in that picture
If it's the last that I'll see of you
It's the least that you
Could not do

Leave the light on
I'll never give up on you
Leave the light on
For me too

Back to me
I know that it comes
Back to me
Doesn't it scare you
Your will is not as strong
As it used to be

Life's precious moments..

"High"nanese Chicken Rice...

haha.. thanks guys!

“Once we get to the end of this song, then it will begin again.” So you said in our bed. I was watching light slip through blinds to find your skin. “So take your medicine and I won’t ask where you’ve been. Live your lost weekend, I know you’ve wanted it. Get big, little kid. And I can't say why each day doesn’t quite fit the space we saved for it.” But if that space now demands that you throw up both your hands and call it quits... “Take your midnight trip. I know you’ve dreamed of it. Walk your sunset strip, because I think you’ve needed it to get big, little kid. But just remember that our love only got this good because of the younger days that you'd like to outstrip. So drink your cup down to the dregs and leave that club on shaking legs with another guy, but remember: I'm not him. Take your medicine and I won=t ask where you’ve been. Live your lost weekend, I know you’ve wanted it. Get big, little kid. And once we get to the end of this song, then another will begin.”

Coffee in Love.jpg

It's been a while since I've been so moved by a picture. One I can hardly bear to look at for more than a second.

Here's the definition of "bittersweet"

haha.. and yes, I envy them.

Thanks Jenn, and cuppacoffeelovers.com

Urges

Had the urge to write today. Too bad I couldn't find anyone to write to who wouldn't feel that its weird or to find it such a novelty that it becomes more interesting that what I had to say. Sad, isn't it that you can't share a thought through words and "delayed" communication anymore. Everything is instant and while that's exciting, it is also completely transient. There one moment, and lost the next. It's impossible to share it with anyone else other than whoever is online and interested. And it makes any experience completely shallow because that's all it is, a reaction to stimulation. Completely thoughtless and meaningless.

How is it that I have completely lost the skills for meaningful expression? How is it that in this day of technological wonders in communication, we have nothing of worth to communicate? When we are so precise with each calculation, we have all encompassing words that are "multi-functional" so you never really know the intensity of emotions and magnitude of thoughts.

And so here we are, with words that are meant to only be taken at face value because no one takes the time to think any deeper than the page it's written on. So perhaps it is a vicious cycle we save time by reading only for the essential, and help others by writing only the gist, and layer by layer we summarise the points, make everything concise so that it says only what it has to say to convey a fact that can be picked up at a glance.

So no one looks. And most certainly, no one sees.

dedicated to the girls

What gives, what helps
The Intuition
I'll know, I'll know
(Oh) I won't have to be shown
The way home
And it's not about a boy
Although, although

They can lead you
Hide or reveal too

A destination known
Only by the one
Whose fate is overgrown
Piecemeal could break your home
And have
A love is not complete
With only heat

They can tease you
Break or complete you

And in came a heatwave
A merciful save

You choose, you chose
Poetry over prose

A map is more unreal
(Oh) Than where you've been
Or how you feel
And it's impossible to tell
How important something was
And what you might have missed out on
And how it might have changed it all

Did I, did I miss out on you?


Intuition- Feist

A wish for Love.

What i miss most, is sharing life's tiny pleasures

- in a thought-

in a happy, dancey dinner =)

a compelling movie

Flowers in the sun =)

scintillating music.

I still love you. But we're ok. There will be something more that is truer to us and more beautiful than we can ever imagine. Then we will each create a philosophy, feast, epic, eden and kick ass rock concert for the world. And as we stand on that stage, each suddenly alive and each complete, we will remember,

the thoughts
the dinners
the movies
the flowers in the sun
Bangkok Rock

*grin*

Loneliness, don't come around here
I've boarded up all the doors
There's nothing to give no more

A visit to my happy place
On a sunny afternoon.

It was warm and cold,
and crisp and mellow

Hundred brown bottles, standing on the wall
and two brown bottles, accidentally fell.

And so we were there.
And so I was there.

On a visit to my happy place
On a sunny afternoon.

a flame tree

a flame tree, stoic in the night
breeze

unyielding in the hurricane of passion, bent over backwards

a flame tree, stoic in the night
breeze

Event idea of the Year!!

-tush- says:
are we planning something fun?
boo~ i still don't says:
singles night out where if you're single, you're single, and if your not single, you pretend
boo~ i still don't says:
and we go out, flirt like mad and realise no one is interested so the pretend singles go back and are comforted that they have a partner and the single singles are motivated to look harder for rich me

Boys and Girls who are interested, please leave your name and if this ever happens, we'll send you an invite!!

Falling in love is so hard on the knees

Whoever's whining about this should try breaking up.