Tracks of my tears.

So very many things have happened in the last two weeks. It's been positively insane. (I always did wonder why 'positively insane' made sense but not 'negatively insane', because technically, doesn't 'negatively insane' make more sense? Insanity is after all the furthest thing from positive.) But I digress yet again. So yes, the past two weeks. The daily rituals, the tears, joy, stress, happiness, let downs, anxiety, apprehension, longing. Wow, doesn't my life just sound like a melodramatic soap drama on daytime TeeVee. Seriously, The Hills doesn't stand a chance.

Okay okay, I take that back just in case I get like 123908295 hate mails from staunch, our-hearts-beat-for-LC fans. And also because, I (note: grudgingly) admit that I happen to be the ultimate Hills fan. Which also happens to be the reason why I am mourning, yes, weeping black eyeliner tears - Hyperbole, I know. But don't all teachers encourage us to use literary devices anyway? - that this Tuesday's episode is LC's last one. Yeah you can stop LMAO-ing or whatchamacallit.

On a completely different note, OhAmGee the holidays are here. It's only been three days since school let out and I'm radiantly euphoric. We had no school on Friday because of the Shangrila Security Conference thing thing - total lifesaver, might I add. So. Bullet points for you because I'm lazy and Chinese tuition homework calls.

Friday
x Met L for lunch
x Secret garden rendezvous
x Starbucks
x Solo MRT ride to Vivocity (Am proud of great self-restraint practised when fighting the urge to flag a cab)
x Met the fam at the Vivo for quality bonding time over Angels and Demons
x Dinner after that resulted in me breaking the Guiness World Record for fastest weight gain ever recorded in a human, I kid you not.

Saturday
x Slept in.
x Watched Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging for the 4th time (?) = approximately 105 minutes of squealing over Aaron Johnson, a.k.a Sex God beyond the Valley of Gorgeousness, and picking up weird British Slang.
x Went running (Felt full effects of sinful dinner the night before), followed by drinks after at the club
x Showered, met Sexy Kitty at Starbucks (the said individual's identity will not be disclosed lest she/he faces extreme amounts of public humiliation)
x Walked home with Sexy Kitty and LOLed for the next two hours while facebook-ing/blog-hopping
x Attempted to watch HTLAGI10D but fell asleep halfway, so said individual left at 11.30pm

Sunday
x Woke up early because of Tai tai's text
x Trudged down to breakfast disgruntled and groggy
x LOLed throughout breakfast because of an unexpected editorial
x Was dragged down to town by the folks
x Shopped, lunched and got immensely irritated by GSS crowds
x Went home and slept like a sloth
x Sent brother back to NS camp (baldies of the world unite!)
x Dinner
x Typing this now

Okay. Cheena homework calls.
Will post pictures; but don't get your hopes too high.
People always disappoint.

Sunday Night Lights(?)

Just came back from din din at Hong's house: She was confirmed today! Quote Rach: "I feel like a proud mama." (:

Good food, good company and good conversation make me a very happy girl. Can't wait for peekchas to be up on facebook, till then this one shall suffice.

Hong and I from not-so-long ago.

Stupidity.

Happiness.

If you knew.

Okay, I'm done. I don't want to care because caring too much hurts and I'm not ready to give away a part of myself if you don't. I won't look back in anger. You'll always be a pretty memory in my book - the stranger who never did climb the tree but stared at the top giving the rosy apple a flicker of hope.

D&J.

Dawson:''It's weird how that happens isn't it? You still love the person but you stop needing them like you used to.''

Joey:''Yeah. It's weird isn't it? It's kinda sad. So we're friends then we were a couple then we're friends again then we were a couple so...so what are we now?''

Dawson:''We're Dawson and Joey.''

Joey:'' Do you think every Joey has a Dawson and every Dawson has a Joey?''

Dawson:''I hope so. For their sake.''

You.

Have I mentioned that I'm a total sucker - because it sounds marginally better than pathetic dweeb - for tv couples? I can't quite place my finger on what it is about tv couples and romances that make them so annoyingly quixotic. It could be the killer lines, the obstacles they (somehow) always manage to overcome, their exceedingly good looks, or just the fairytale way in which everything always seems to play out. Oh, and not forgetting those major cheeseball, yet overwhelmingly saccharine, moments which include:

A) a heated argument followed by passionate kissing in the rain
B) a public proclamation by the male lead on how much he loves the female (think "You complete me"/ "I'm only me when I'm with you"/ "I want to wake up in the morning with you beside me." You get my drift.
C) an airport scene with either female/ male leaving for another country and the other character always sprinting to the departure terminal just in time rather miraculously (Like seriously, ever heard of bad traffic?)
D) Kissing
E) More kissing

So yes, I digress. I talked about Leyton in one of my older posts. And today, I present you with yet another onscreen couple that I adore.

Joey and Dawson from Dawson's Creek. They started out as best friends and then became lovers, and yeah you know the rest of the story. But unlike normal onscreen couples, they do not end up together in the final season, which was heart-renching but made me like the pairing even more, because it actually mirrors reality (yeah, I know GASP) and doesn't present some chimerical fantasy that holds a probability of 0.000000001023293.

That's life.

This bird has flown.

Hurrah for best friends, they make me feel like a ray of sunshine. Yesterday was such a great day, besides the one hour torture session with a certain somebody, but anyway it's all good. And because laziness is an inherent trait that has been woven into the very fabric of my being (I do not exaggerate), I shall use easy, breezy (beautiful?), bullet points instead.

x Lunch with Wombat and Cheekz was fun. Cue: KRISHTINAAA!
x Borders next, where Wombat decided to buy a new box file and I managed to FINALLY get the People 100 Most Beautiful issue. Was delirious with happiness because it was sold out everywhere else. Cheekz had to leave after that.
x Walked over to Taka, rummaged through Artfriend for materials with Wombat. Think feathers and a masquerade mask (:
x Bought a bagful of Popdoh donuts
x Headed home
x Val came over bearing an Ice Vanilla Latte from Starbucks (Ohmygosh, saviour) and homemade cookies which were so good, they're to-die-for.
x We had the best time ever just catching up and laughing at _ _ _ _ _ _ korean guys. Fill in the blanks yourself. I love that girl.

And I talked about you again today.
It gets easier with each time. It used to be really difficult, almost excruciating, to do so, knowing what could have been and how harebrained it was of me not to seize the opportunity when it was practically handed to me on a silver platter. We always think about what "could've been" eh? But the truth is, could've beens equate to nothing, just like how a sine graph hits the x axis at 180 degrees - they're a big fat zero, a gaping blank. They're just moments in life that we could have, should have grabbed by its horns, but never did. And then you spend every day after that wishing you had.

This bird has flown?
I'm not so sure who the bird is anymore.

Painted faces fill the places I can't reach.

As tradition goes, I always blog before a biology test and here I am again. It's become a customary, almost mandatory, routine. I think it's probably the cathartic effect of biology revision that compels me to regurgitate all my woes onto this online portal. So I admit I'm not Little Miss Sunshine today but the past 2 days have been fun-filled, fluffy, sugar, spice and everything nice. But I'm paying the price of being too happy today. Y'know how life has this way of flipping everything upside down just when you felt everything was finally going right? Mhmm, kinda sums up all that I'm feeling into a nutshell.

You're a plunderer, a looter, a criminal, positively a savage beast. It's not fair, it's unjust, it's villianous. There should be riots, protests, public outcries and demonstrations over the absurdity of it all - how someone, seemingly innocuous, inconsequential, vague, can enter your life, staying long enough to catch your eye before leaving abruptly, without a word, without a trace. Leaving the bruised soul longing for more, yearning for just one more moment. Out of sight, out of mind? That couldn't be more untrue.

Okay am most certainly deranged after three hours of studying biology so excuse the incoherentness of it all.


I've been roaming around
Always looking down at all I see
Painted faces fill the places I cant reach

You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody

Someone like you, And all you know, And how you speak
Countless lovers under cover of the street

You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you

Off in the night, while you live it up, I'm off to sleep
Waging wars to shape the poet and the beat
I hope it's gonna make you notice
I hope it's gonna make you notice

Someone like me
Someone like me
Someone like me, somebody