The Practical, Unreasonable Girlfriend

Yes.
Yes it's perfectly fine... darling.
Go on. really just go.
I'll be fine.

She says yes but her face says no.
She's using guilt.
Hey man, guilt is good.

*giggle*


No seriously.
Yes i understand guys need to spend time with old friends.
Yes acceptance is a piece of cake.
I do that too yes?

But I also understand the necessity of stewardship.
... yes i know that you would spend more then me....
no of course you eat more.
But that doesn't mean we live beyound our tangible means.
Whatever happened to budgeting and accountability? thank God for mummy.

01.03 am
It isn't too convienent is it?

Spinning around

alrighty then.

1) TAGS publicity Hope it's acceptable
2) Go to the Canadain High Com Lady was seriously irritating. Didn't know what she was talking about.
"Yes, so what do I do now?"
"Now your situation is very comlicated. you should have done...."
"Yes, so what do I do NOW?"
"you see right, if you had..."

Thank God she called someone else.

3) Canada shopping 4 Bras, 6 pairs of knickers, 2 towels, 1 nervous spirit.... couldn't go wrong
4) Got contacted my Shulin Perfect. wondered how to go about doing that.

So what's left...
1) Buy shoes. 2 pairs to be exact
2) Meet up with Shulin and Kenley so they can meet each other
3) Buy stationery.
4) Do TAGS.
5) lofty's place for Dinner




6) Fly off to Canada.

Gosh...
I've never felt such weight before.

...

Don't you just hate being a big ball of emotion during the "in-betweens" of the day, on bus rides, while waiting
Only to forget everything that you wanted to capture on your blog.

TAGS #4's looking good. Got a bitty of things to do to while away the time before I leave for Canada. (yes the scary place) though...

I discovered that artisitically i am very dependent on external direction.
Not much personal art involved.
I'm not really what one would call an artiste.
Perhaps Jui Hsiang is right in this respect.
It requires a certain standing to be called an artiste.

You're a theatre student
Isn't it ironic?
How do you study something so profound and so innately human and basic?
TSD gave me so much but it was really up to me to find my theatre and I realise that perhaps I haven't.
All very well for scripted group pieces. Piece of cake.
But personal art...
Hell I can't even produce an independent piece of art that is true!

No wonder I didn't do a DS.

My theatre has always been shared.

*ponders*
I can't decide if that's positive or not.

Nokia 6100 is the phone for you. You always do what
you are told. You never make mistakes - or
atleast you try not to. You get upset easily
when what you have plan need to be changed,
especially at the last minute.


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Not bad. Not bad at all. They're pretty good.

Thunders

Bloody hell.

No seriously, just can it.

*beep* I hate it when people can't see sense.
It doesn't help that today comes with a very strong sense of self-reproach and a glimpse of disapproval.

Just because we are church leaders doesn't make us any more spiritual then anyone else
Amen to that.

It's just so myopic that we can't see that.
And even more harrowing that I cannot understand that I cannot expect such understanding from anyone else. They are after all only human
Dammit.

I know I know I know.
I forget I forget I forget.

There comes a time when you are judged twice over.
By the world
By yourself.

How do you handle that?

I have this sickening tendency to pull up the sheets over my hot little head and just disappear.
But you can't do that to yourself eh?

I've had enough and I'm ready to forget the reasons that keep me here.

I think i need a break. Stupid thing is, I don't know from what.

In your endless summer night
I'll be on the other side
When the water is too deep
I will ease your suffering
When the glitter fades in morning
Turn away and you will find my empty eyes
Your beauty blinds

Boys on the Radio ~ Hole

Whoopie

My new blog layout! Courtesy of Dennis

Though I would like to have a minute of silence for the death of my old blog.

*silence*

Ok but now i can finally post updates and feel new since everythings kinda more or less cleaned up and more tidy.

Freedom

Now that Misseve is over, I think I can find one or two more projects to be involved in. TAGS looks good, but I don't think I'm ready to do anything as an artiste. I'll be crew. If all goes well. But on the whole I can finally take a breather and releax before I leave for Canada.

I'm a bitty scared though, I don't think I am quite prepared for the experience yet.
4 years.
Leaving it all behind
Home.
Family.
Dennis.
Church.

Heck my entire life.

I guess this would be a good gauge on where my centre is.

But I'll be back.
For you.




Sail away with me honey
I put my heart in your hands
Sail away with me honey now, now, now
Sail away with me
What will be will be
I wanna hold you now

Crazy skies all wild above me now
Winter howling at my face
And everything I held so dear
Disappeared without a trace
Oh all the times I've tasted love
Never knew quite what I had
Little Darling if you hear me now
Never needed you so bad
Spinning round inside my head

Sail away with me honey
I put my heart in your hands
Sail away with me honey now, now, now
Sail away with me
What will be will be
I wanna hold you now

I've been talking drunken gibberish
Falling in and out of bars
Trying to find some explanation here
For the way some people are
How did it ever come so far

Sail away with me honey
I put my heart in your hands
Sail away with me honey now, now, now
Sail away with me
What will be will be
I wanna hold you now
Sail away with me honey
I put my heart in your hands
Sail away with me honey now, now, now
Sail away with me
What will be will be
I wanna hold you now

For cherry. I promised.



For the rest, I'm coming up soon. just hang in there whilst dennis gets my blog up.

*hint dennis*

I'm going to re-do my blog. perhaps on a more ego-centric note...

Won't be annoymous for long.

I could slip, I could fall
In that mean and awful hall
With the other jealous bitches
And the bitter grumbling men

I could sneer, I could glare
Say that life is so unfair
And the one who made it, made it
'Cuz her breasts were really big

Well I don't wanna to get BITTER
I don't wanna turn cruel
I don't wanna get old before I have to

I could bitch, I could moan
Say I want to be left alone
But that's not really true
Because I like my time with you

Till you rant and you rave
Wishing fat folks to their grave
But I feel sorry for them
You say they get what they deserve

But I don't wanna get BITTER
I don't wanna turn cruel
I don't wanna get old before I have to

I don't wanna get jaded
petrified and weighted
I don't wanna get BITTER like you
Like you, with the darts in your eyes
Like you, with disdain for mankind
I was charmed, Now I wonder

Well I don't wanna get BITTER...

So I'll smile with the rest
I'll wish everyone the best
And know the one who made it
Made it 'cuz she was actually pretty good

I wonder if anyone would start singing that to me.

Exhausted. I really should go sleep now. But I'm playing with MGI photosuite.
My newer friend.

Oh well.

I wonder. Do people realise that reactions are bred of past experiences and inner desparations.
Maybe I could start to be more forgiving and to realise that.
And not expect that in return.

Samsung

I've got a new friend. Well, he's been around for quite sometime. It's just that i haven't really noticed him till now.


Probably the sweetest thing one could see when you're running late for a meeting on a hot afternoon.

So my entire day was documented on my new found friend.

Scenes from a bus



Roads are such pretty things!





On my way to CBC



At CBC



Yes this is the guy who has no sense of creativity.
Let's watch the flowers grow.


In Q's car




S-11




1 Green pink soda bag.
1 Elle paris pouch
1 lip balm
1 hand mirror
1 pen shoppe brush
1 plato's Republic
1 note book
1 pencil case
1 wallet
1 handphone
2 keys
5 packets of tissue