This post, I dedicate to my Papa, who turned 54 yesterday!
Hmm I started this post wanting to spew a lot of interesting crap about my beloved daddy, but I seem to have lost the inspiration.
How now brown cow?
Waa.
A simple thank you dedication, then.
Happy birthday daddy, to whom I owe: 1. My sharp wit (moohaha) 2. My death stares (I learned from the best) 3. My biting sarcasm (only for students *evil glint*) 4. My political awareness (haha though I fail thoroughly in this area) 5. My hot temper (yes I blame you!) 6. My anal-retentive grammar tendencies
Okay. I should probably stop here since the list is starting to sound more like I'm praising myself than thanking my dad. Moohaha. Self-praise is no praise Jueying... remember that.
Oh noes and now I'm starting to talk about myself in Third-Person.
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I love my papa!!! Though sometimes I want to strangle him.
:)
( 7:49 PM )
& Monday, April 21, 2008
Savage Garden
I took a trip down memory lane today, when mummy and I listened to the hailed pop duo Savage Garden on the way to the moon (i mean, workplace) and back.
Man. What an era. Those were the days.
It was the first concert I attended - pure adrenaline, way back when pop was catchy and melodious and the lyrics meant something (unlike the hiphop-infused monotonous crap they have nowadays e.g., Party Like a Rockstar, Umbrella-ella-ella-what-on-earth-are-you-singing). I remember seeing Darren Hayes from afar, sashaying up and down the stage-walkway, oozing style and confidence. I remember hearing the crowd scream as Daniel Jones made wonderful music on his guitar, and then threw his guitar picks into the crowd, much to the fangirls' joy.
Daniel Jones was my very first pop-star-idol. I loved him. Haha. I just amazed me that he could write such beautiful melodies that could compliment Darren's lyrics so well.
To the Moon and Back
She can't remember a time when she felt needed If love was red then she was color blind All her friends, well they've been trialed for treason And crimes that were never defined She's saying, "Love is like a barren place, And reaching out for human faith is It's like a journey I just don't have a map for"
Tears of Pearls
Is love really the tragedy the way you might describe? Or would a thousand lovers still leave you cold inside? Make you cry... These tears of pearls
All these mixed emotions we keep locked away like stolen pearls Stolen pearl devotions we keep locked away from all the world
We twist and turn where angels burn Like fallen soldiers we will learn Once forgotten, twice removed Love will be the death... The death of you
Santa Monica
But on the telephone line I am anyone I am anything I want to be I could be a super model or Norman Mailer And you wouldn't know the difference On the telephone line, I am any height I am any age I want to be I could be a caped crusader, or space invader And you wouldn't know the difference Or would you?
( 8:51 PM )
& Monday, April 14, 2008
I'm not that girl...
I really want to watch this musical called Wicked. It's about the witches of Oz (that's right, not the wizards of Oz, but the witches). It's about Elphaba, the Wicked Witch of the East, and Glinda, the Good Witch of the North - about how they were friends, and how their paths diverged and how they ended up where/who they are.
In there is a song that I love. Some excerpts here:
Hands touch, eyes meet Sudden silence, sudden heat Hearts leap in a giddy whirl He could be that boy But I'm not that girl
Don't dream too far Don't lose sight of who you are Don't remember that rush of joy He could be that boy I'm not that girl
Ev'ry so often we long to steal To the land of what-might-have-been But that doesn't soften the ache we feel When reality sets back in
Don't wish, don't start Wishing only wounds the heart
I'm not that girl...
I read a quote - that ending a relationship is like having a really bad nightmare after having the most wonderful dream. That's how I feel.
How can someone who made me so incredibly happy now make me so horribly sad?
I guess I'm not that girl...
( 9:57 PM )
& Friday, April 04, 2008
清明时节雨纷纷
Today, 清明节, a day to commemorate the loss of loved ones, to pay respects. Also, the fifth-month mark that we never reached. I guess it's fitting.
さよなら
A few words from a 張學友 song, and a Lord Byron poem...
Fare thee well - and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well.
( 11:45 PM )
* welcome aboard
the little ship of hope
taking you wherever you want to go
where the future is bright and full of promise.
* this is me
girl * 26 years of age * working * a bit of a dreamer * foodie
i love * クリス アレン
food | chocs * shrimp paste chicken * garlic butter prawns
tv | glee * big bang theory * heroes * v mars * gilmore girls
japanese dramas | one litre of tears * ryuusei no kizuna
hot actors | nishikido ryo * ninomiya kazunari * milo
anime | kenshin * furuba * saiyuki * tsubasa * ouran
fictional characters | kenshin * sirius * remus * jasper
travelling | venice * australia * japan * the world
sad songs * the ocean * sunsets * the australian night sky
* playlist
josh groban - si volvieras a mi / february song
jay chou - yi lu xiang bei
james morrisson - you make it real for me
dashboard confessional - stolen
sick puppies - all the same
kris allen - i need to know / red guitar
imogen heap - hide and seek / come here boy
snow patrol - run
casting crowns - who am i
sister garden - xie xie ai
ninomiya kazunari - konseki / niji
glee - keep holding on
chris colfer (kurt on glee) - defying gravity
ben folds - the luckiest
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Man. What an era.
