On Valentine's Day he asked me if I was goin on a hot date,
I told him yeah, a sizzling one....
as if that wasn't enuf, I had to expound on my theory....

V.Day is supposed to be a special day,
only deserving to be spent with pple u truly love.

I've spent it with my sistas for the past....
as long as I can remember....

and I intend to keep doing that,
at least until either me, or they
found someone special enuf to spend the day with.

I date,
(and contrary to popular beliefs,
there is nothin wrong with my sexual orientation, thank u very much--->read this! zee!!!!)
I just don't date on V.Day

I mean, since I've no intention to give someone a free round in the skating ring,
why wld I subject myself to the tension and unspoken pressures that comes from dating on
the day??

I seriously wished I cld take back the words tt I told him...
Since I stupidly, effectively killed the chance of him askin me out.
and I blew away the minutest chance of him ever hitting on me again -_-!!

I can be such an idiot sometimes!!!!

Oh well,
Angel's suggestion of reading the particular cleo article came too late,
apparently!!!

Anyway!!!!!!
2007's supposed to be a quiet yr for the tiger in the love dept,
and a freaking good yr for career....doesn't seem the way at *hub....

Hmmm.....this might be a sign tt I shd seriously ponder abt the soup business....
(that's another story tt I'll share someday)

chinese new yr came and went,
the usual visiting,
the usual questions that I'll fend away with a smile,
the usual faces, just marked by another yr, bigger belly maybe?

Sometimes,
I wonder if I'll still see some of those faces next yr.

And as usual,
the necessary polite small talk,
and feigned concern among pple who do not give a damn abt one another
for the rest of the yr.

Am I being cynical?
I'm just seeing things thru the eyes of a 20 yr-old I guess.

Oh well,
as long as I get my ang pows,
as long as I get the chance to meet up with pple who genuinely cares,

Happy Chinese New Yr.

And yeah,
this also means tt my mini reprieve is over...

Back to studies!!!!

P.S
By the by,
mu,
remember u mentioned tt 3rd week of march is our free week?
Go on a hot date with me to Cafe Del Mar won't u?
Meiting's blog....the tv program last night...it's makin me itch to head over.

Just the two of us baybeh....I'll be urs and u'll be mine
and it'll just be the two of us....
where u'll be receiving 101% of my tender loving care
and devoted attention.....

P.P.S
There's nothing wrong with my sexual orientation....
it's the huge quantity of bak kwa that I consumed messing up my speech ability

Back to ECONS!!!!!!!

Worn out by an afternoon of shopping,
the girls retired their drained selves to a peaceful corner at Cafe Cartel at Bishan.

Two girls sporting completely different styles.
She, with her long flowing hair, the perfectly striking girl-next-door.
She, with her easy-going cut, the unconventional average girl on the street.

Easily the table with the best looking girls in the retaurant,
it is no wonder they draw looks in their direction.

The waiters are surprisingly not-ugly,
which goes to show that the restaurant is finally doing something right.
Most of the time though, they are more blur than they r cute.

The waitresses however were shockingly forgetful and deliberately blind.

Cafe cartel shd hire more guys, she mused.

They had different outlooks on life and love,
mainly on love thoh.

Others might think they are desperate,
two single women sitting by a corner talkin abt guys.

But they know better.

It is not tt they lack attention from the opposite gender,
they just lack attention from the right kind of guys.

And somewhere in the cosy corner,
both girls found the courage to share secrets,
dark ones,
painful ones,
truths that belie their angelic facade.

There is a bitch in everyone of us,
and it takes guts and a certain level of trust to let it out.
It also takes an inner resilience to live with the ugly past and look at the future with brightness.

Somewhere along the past years,
both have lost the romantic idealism that marks their age.
Somewhere along the past year,
the decadence of the clubbing scene has found its way into her life.
Somewhere along the past 5 years, disillusionment has found itself into her eyes.
She asked her about clubbing,
She admitted that she kinda liked it,
one cld get drunk on that decadent feeling.

Yes,
decadent.

This was the word tt she was furiously searching for a few hours ago.

She told her that she enjoyed clubbing better when she'd consumed enough alcohol to shroud her world in splendid colors.

Perhaps she feared the loss of control.

She said tt Mint and her looked compatible.
She was pleased.
She thinks that Mint is the closest to her ideal prototype,
at least the closest that she had found in the last 5 years,
after him.

She mentioned signs.
She's stopped believing in them simply because she doesn't think she could take another disappointment.
Cos sometimes disappointments could translate into a helpless ache,
which cld leave one hopelessly empty,
propelling one into vengence.

In fact, she had undertaken such a project after him.
It's not that she's out to hurt anyone,
she doesn't think that she did, anyway,
it's just that she does not want to be the one hurt anymore.

She told her that it the feeling was like bubbling champagne.

short-lived.
sweet.
intoxicating.

She however associated champagne to him.
She wants this bottle of champagne to be real.
Nice packaging, nice bubbles,
she hopes,
she believes that the content itself would be as good as it looks,
as good as it reads.

Somehow, Jip San's famous words during supper came to mind:
Hot boyfriends will never become good husbands.

Somehow, she remembered what she told Mr G that time when he asked for her type.
She looks at hotties, she gotta admit, and tt night, she was staring,
transfixed,
both by Mr Hot's hot looks and his meamerising voice.
And she tells Mr G, that she looks at hotties,
but deep down,
she knows that she doesn't go for that kind.

Perhaps it's due to a sense of self-preservation

She's the exact opposite.

She likes his height,
his looks,
his competency in english.

They are so different,
one can say opposite ends of a spectrum.

One is extremely grounded.
The other takes flight

But sometimes,
opposite ends of a spectrum do meet.

They met tonight,
sealed by hooked fingers,
a symbolic pact.

6 months later,
we'll discover who finds happiness.

Despite all their differences,
they are really,
not that different afterall.

It was said that humanity tried to build a tower,
named babel in an attempt to reach the heavens above.
And somehow along the way,
genuine devotion disintegrated into selfish desires.
Incurring his wrath,
God unleashed his temper by wrecking communication among the workers by the creation of distinctions in languages and distributing them around the world.

4 stoned individuals and 1 very excited girl entered the movie theatre with zero idea of the show
1 stoned individual, 2 very confused, and 1 brooding individual left the theatre.

I loved the show.
I really really loved the show.

It belongs to this genre called hyperlink.
Subtlety packing a potent punch.

I'd say it reminds me of a tequila shot.

There were 3 main stories,
stitched together finely by mini stories shedding insights into the lives of the otherwise insignificant.

This is the 1st film that I've watched that made me feel as if every character is a value-added piece in the picture.
I can't even begin to tell u how rare it is to have every single character in the film
having a critical purpose.
It is like a grand puzzle where every single piece matters,
every single extra,
every single piece of prop packs a blow.

The chaos theory,
or,
more commonly known as the butterfly effect.

Phwoarrr~~~

Arghhh!!!

It's been a long time since I experienced this inability to express myself.

This is all very hard to put into words,
all I can say is that,

I felt it.

I really did,
all the way into my bones.

Parallels DO meet.

If u haf time for only one show,
please please pleeeeeaaaaassssseeee
watch BABEL

Don't watch it for brad pitt,
though his delivery is surprisingly convincing.
Watch the Japanese girl,
her performance is haunting.
And watch it for the director,

OUTSTANDING

Oh, in case anyone's interested....
I finally found someone who's willing to enrol in salsa class with me!!!
and he is quite a dancer!!!!*I'm trying hard to contain my excitement*

*beams*

I'm keepin my fingers crossed that he keeps his word.
oh please please please wait for me until april.....

*crosses fingers*

Damn *hub for tying me down.

dammit!
dammit!!
dammit!!!

DAMMMMIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!