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Thursday, May 21, 2009 wait, you shall. 3:06 PM here's how it went down, what it felt like in the very least: E&T: like a cool breeze on a hot bornean aftenoon. L: what mcdonalds coffee is to kopi luwak. C&A: rush of blood to the head. I: brain haemorrhage. picture driving on a smooth malaysian road (if there was such a thing) on a four mile journey. the first is plain beautiful. not perfect, but hey, it could be worse. then you hit the second mile. everything's peachy. until you run over a tough iron nail. it gets lodged in one wheel. but you push on. coming into the third mile, you find yourself feeling the nail affecting the fluid motion of your vehicle. at the back of your mind you realize the punctured tyre is slowly losing pressure. but you know there's no stopping this journey. there is that final leg to complete. as the nail sinks deeper, you find yourself feeling as though the potholes are getting larger, the rempits getting dumber and the journey much bumpier. it becomes uncomfortable, verging on being unbearable. you reach your destination sans the feeling you hoped you'd have arrived to when you started that first mile of that journey. you curse that nail for breaking your momentum, for reaching your destination not with a smile on your face, but with a little frustration, a hint of disappointment and a touch of well, sadness. having come to the realisation that that journey has in fact ended, you await for what is to come in the road/s ahead, with trepidation. oh bite me. closure will be had in a little more than a month's time. x this newfound freedom i have now is a shock to the system. sort of. i am watching the telly in the morning. something i have not done in.... goodness, i can't even remember. tv as in real tv. not anderson cooper or larry king. among the shows i have been acquainting myself with- among others- is AI. i'd rather acronymize it to beat the cheesiness of it all. anyways... this season, was amazing; made possible of course by one insecure, guyliner-ed, tight-leather-pants clad phenomenon with the maddest vocal chops ever. he surpasses david cook in leaps and bounds, be it in his abilities, his creativity and his humility. he didn't need the stage. which is probably why he didn't win AI. here's why the other chap was more deserving: knew what he was up against, but he brought it on. everytime. a true musician. plays from the heart. always a pleasant surprise. worked his ass off. for once, i am not embarassed to say i watched the show. x fin. now i need a job. and a vacation. as well as to figure certain things out. happy summer. how oxymoronic. we live in the bloody tropics. x hurting.
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shariza abdul saniisland girl | mark your calendars july fourth | dreamlover | once an ardent kopite | pro-procrastinator 4 1 1 singaporean, born and raised; living in a home away from home. comes with a warning; said to be bipolar. 'it is as near to you as your life, but you can never wholly know it.'- rabindranath tagore
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graffiti she wants: - a nikon d90; - to turn back time...; - to see dirga putra; - a new tub of bronzers; - more memory space... (in her head...); - john mayer. chronicles Apr 16, 2008 Apr 17, 2008 Apr 19, 2008 Apr 29, 2008 Apr 30, 2008 May 4, 2008 May 7, 2008 May 9, 2008 May 15, 2008 May 25, 2008 Jun 6, 2008 Jun 13, 2008 Jun 20, 2008 Jun 26, 2008 Jun 29, 2008 Jul 10, 2008 Jul 12, 2008 Jul 17, 2008 Jul 31, 2008 Aug 5, 2008 Aug 30, 2008 Sep 1, 2008 Sep 10, 2008 Sep 13, 2008 Sep 24, 2008 Sep 26, 2008 Oct 7, 2008 Oct 8, 2008 Oct 9, 2008 Oct 13, 2008 Oct 16, 2008 Oct 21, 2008 Oct 31, 2008 Nov 5, 2008 Nov 6, 2008 Nov 14, 2008 Nov 16, 2008 Nov 17, 2008 Nov 21, 2008 Nov 24, 2008 Dec 28, 2008 Jan 27, 2009 Jan 30, 2009 Feb 4, 2009 Feb 6, 2009 Feb 13, 2009 Feb 17, 2009 Feb 21, 2009 Mar 1, 2009 Mar 14, 2009 Mar 30, 2009 Apr 30, 2009 May 2, 2009 May 5, 2009 May 11, 2009 May 21, 2009 May 22, 2009 May 28, 2009 May 30, 2009 Jun 1, 2009 Jun 10, 2009 Jun 18, 2009 Jun 22, 2009 Jun 24, 2009 Jun 26, 2009 Jun 29, 2009 Jul 6, 2009 Jul 8, 2009 Jul 27, 2009 Jul 28, 2009 Aug 1, 2009 Aug 14, 2009 Aug 18, 2009 Aug 26, 2009 Aug 29, 2009 Sep 1, 2009 Sep 9, 2009 Sep 10, 2009 Sep 17, 2009 Oct 21, 2009 Jul 8, 2010 Jul 20, 2010 Aug 2, 2010 Aug 14, 2010 Aug 18, 2010 Oct 6, 2010 Oct 9, 2010 Oct 27, 2010 Oct 29, 2010 Jul 19, 2011 dear diary..... afdlin shauki anwar ibrahim dinesh nandrajog dirga putra kantawibawa divya balakumar esther wee jack johnson jillian lim john mayer joshua bakir nuing k.s. ‘chaoz’ chen kristine lee larry king leena darshini lilynn seah michelle lee mun onn lai neptune loh patrick teoh priscilla leow sergeant roy steven ng vivian tan william nee xh ong yasmin ahmad yuffie hani zili tay saints of sinners cat in a bowl coach n much more ![]() oh, popsicles! shopaholic's den life in law school now when you're dreaming with a broken heart the waking up is the hardest part...
you roll out of bed and down on your knees and for a moment you can hardly breathe
wondering was he really here? is he standing in my room?
no he's not. because he's gone.
when you're dreaming with a broken heart. the giving up is the hardest part
he takes you in with your crying eyes, then all at once you have to say goodbye.
wondering could you stay my love? will you wake up by my side?
no he can't. because he's gone.
now do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hand... do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hand? baby won't you get them if i did?
no you won't.because you're gone.
when you're dreaming with a broken heart. the waking up is the hardest part..... the epitome of beauty |