i got a new phone! after years of faithful service, the old one was put to rest and mingyao got me this one, which i think is lip smackingly sweet! i prefer this coffee brown to the yellow one because it's more understated. and we popped by the shine korean supermarket near bugis and discovered the chilli flavour of the korean snack we've been looking out for. bought ten packets and sat at the library atrium sharing a packet with a can drink each. bliss.

i bought these flowers for a project but didn't have to use them after all, so now i have them in my room. i don't know what they are called but they are very sweet and i got them from cold storage, which has quite a decent variety of very elegant and beautiful flowers, surprisingly. today mingyao and i met shaun, tisha, chris and josh for dinner at sushi tei at paragon. we meet about once a year or even less so it was a really fun time of catching up. i think it's interesting to see how people have changed, or maybe it is because you get to know them more. we were never that close back in sunday school, but i think it's important to keep contacting one another because it makes your past, present and future richer, and how difficult it is to keep find and keep good friends. i forgot to bring a camera! after meeting up with such friends, you naturally go into a reflective state which is very encouraging.

i really appreciated mingyao meeting me quite a few times this week despite having to do his school work. it's really therapeutic having someone you can relate to so comfortably, being there, or even just an sms is refreshing already.

You scored as Elliott Smith.You're Elliott Smith. Don't worry - that doesn't mean you're going to be a tragedy, it just means that you have superb talent and a unique perspective to you given to you because you've felt the pain and you've seen the dark side. YOU however will get through it to the light on the other end to keep on blowing everyone's minds with your cool perspective.

Who are you in the cool rock scene?
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You scored as Mods. Mods - in the early 60s they rode their scooters to declare a new working class time with it's association to hankering upward social movement / european sophistication rather than working class pride. Their testimony lives on till this day, and above all there look is more contemporary than ever. Mods 81% New Romantics / New Wave 50% Rave / Dance 44% Hippie 44% Glam Rock 38% Rockabilly / Teddyboys 31% Hip Hop 13% Punk 13% Which Past SubCulture fits you best? created with QuizFarm.com

You speak eloquently and have seemingly read every

book ever published. You are a fountain of

endless (sometimes useless) knowledge, and

never fail to impress at a party.
What people love: You can answer almost any

question people ask, and have thus been

nicknamed Jeeves.
What people hate: You constantly correct their

grammar and insult their paperbacks.


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that's not true. i still haven't gotten started on 'war and peace'. sharon, same as you. no surprise. eh, you need a comments page/tag board on your blog. i keep having things to say. late dinner at holland v. crystal jade. i'm currently into tank tops, matt gold and nude toenails. i don't like crowded trains in the morning.

i get chasing dreams alot. last night i woke up after one of them, feeling tired after all the running in my dreams. i thought it was near six when i could get up for my run but it was only four am. but i did get up for my run and it feels good when you really push yourself - the mild slope really helps.

i had no time to read today after getting off work at ten thirty pm, but i did read 'made in tokyo' in the train and it was quite interesting. only i don't like ah lians who play their ring tone music loud just to listen to the song.

for the record, today was gilmore girls ost, 2046 ost, franz ferdinand, the oc mix 5, nada surf, henri mancini, sarah m, lisa ono, and the great expectations ost.

start the morning, while you are dressing up, with some ben webster and dim orange lights. wake up earlier so that you can allow yourself a more languid pace that matches the music. and block out the sun until with thick curtains until you are ready to leave.

then, block out the office with the felicity OST before lunch, and continue with sarah maclachan 'afterflow' on repeat mode throughout the day. you will remember all the emotions that stream through you while the songs play, more than the lines on the computer screen.

of course, near the end of the day, you might get a phone call, from someone dear asking you out to dinner at chinatown, for cheap and good zi char with all the aunties and ah peks, and then a coffee shop for teh ping and some last minute empty supermarket-shopping and a goodnight kiss.

and then, you are thus very prepared, on a monday, for the week ahead! i am going to read for half an hour and then wake for a morning dash.

i must love my mornings. then i won't miss the night so much.

this one's got honey and milk filling! check out the funky lotte website. mingyao bought it for me as i dwindled along the aisle at the isetan supermarket. it's delicious!

*image taken from chris robina/art dept

i am back. this is me.

i like isobel campbell but not the way mark lanegan sings.

we wanted to go to the acjc funorama today to support my brother and the kids but when we got there it was pouring too heavily so we headed back to town and wandered around wheelock place and the supermarket at shaw centre for a bit. later on i met shuying and we realised it was quite a while since we met, before christmas. it was a good dinner and some book browsing. i finally got my green tea sachets from marks and spencers. i do like the taste of strong black coffee but it kills my brain and i don't like pouring sugar into myself daily. i really need to read up and work on balance because being tired during the work week is horrible. the smarts to bright days are hard truths - a good amount of sleep, eating properly and a regular dosage of exercise. you only appreciate it when the balance all goes topsy turvy.

and rosetti print lady smells them too!

i brought home my flowers for the weekend so i could appreciate them as long as i can. i transfered them into this old wine bottle and placed them by my bedside. that's the russ bear mingyao gave me when i was seventeen and my hugo boss woman perfume cap over its arm. that was when i dropped and broke the bottle and my whole room smelt like it for weeks.

it really perks up my week! i dread the day they wilt completely.

so we agreed not to get any presents and to celebrate valentine's day because cliched as it may sound, the affections on other days do not lessen and we had other things to do. after rehersals yesterday though, mingyao called and picked me up and handed me a huge pink box - almond roca! one of my favourite chocolates because i love that caramel hard centre and the almond bits in the chocolate outside that's just a nice thin enough layer.

so this morning, i got a phone call and i got a big bouquet of super large roses delivered to my office! - heart palpitations one gets upon such unexpected lavishness are akin to the times when he asked me out before we really knew each other back in college - it came with a sweet card and a little bear with a ribbon round it's neck - haha like the rope i used to tie my bear's neck to my school bag in jc when the proper key chain broke. so, a rightful ascendency. i put the roses in a rectangular vase and took one home to clip to my cloth-covered board with photos and stuff. and i lingered about town so i could hitch a ride home with him after rehersals and we had nasi lemak at upper thomson road for supper. alas, i really didn't plan anything cept for a photo postcard. so, improvisation and deep thinking produced sapporo and bitter meiji chocolates.

it was really creepy seeing armies of couples and flowers and teddy bears on the streets. i like mine personal and it was personal enough. - secret flowers only a selected crowd saw and holding hands and eating nasi lemak by very undecorated coffee shop, annonymous and non common except for you and me banter and yummy chicken wings - romantic indeed!

sunny winters in sydney, july 2006.

objects in space and meaning in motion: walks and talks downtown and sips of overpriced oversweetened frappachinos in starbucks at paragon for a time talking about newspaper topics and my admiration is from top to toe and we went searchingformice and browsing through cookbooks at kinokuniya.

swings on hill tops. i like the smell of forests and i like dark bitter chocolate more and more. i'm currently reading about japan, jumping from book to book to magazine to journal to book.

i finally ran today to the stadium and back. it was inconsistent but long and sweet. have you ever ran to telepopmusik and the strokes? one, you'd feel like you're in a glade with star-laced pine tops looking for fairy things. the other, you feel like you've been transported into an indie-film running to your favourite bookstore to swallow some angst. really, when i go running with such fantastic sounds, i get a different adventure each time. my stories in my head.

i always thought the mechanical sound was hypnotic and retro because it makes me recall the days mother made us learn typewriting from the red top black spiral bound learn typewriting book. make a mistake and you have to type the whole chapter again. liquid paper not allowed. but apparently, c.s. lewis thinks otherwise. from 'letters of c.s. lewis', "(7) don't use a typewriter [ when writing ]. the noise will destroy your sense of rhythm, which still needs years of training."

because the depths and layers add on and fuse together to burst into rich clouds of weight and glory and you start to connect to life with a sixth, seventh, eight [and so on] sense. i don't really know how to articulate this, but it's perhaps like a dancer in a degas painting witht the sunlight filtering in through iron-patterned windows, the attention of colour muted with the softness of the medium, the two dimensional stagnation of dance and twirls and anticpated movement frozen and pressed, that indescribable moment before the moving and the moved, the fluff and bounce of the lace skirts and the strength and tenderness of the timber stripped floor. something like a bleed. i think, that's you and me.

i want to hear this. isobel campbell with mark lanegan. evokes an american francoise hardy era.

anyways, this weekend, is going to be a whitewashed weekend, which translates to the 'proper-fying' of things to manifest a balanced equation of enough of everything i need and the expelling of excesses. which includes at least a run everyday that it doesn't rain/the words and the reading via hole-ing up in the room - for that, please rain, gently and cool/some chores i know/ some calls to make/and properfying the sleep pattern. to the ye-ye tunes and no more chasing the night into dawns - those are very energy-absorbing and fatal in the larger scheme of things. so hence. to read about and to go whereof and to go to motherdearest for a snip of the locks.

we had wendy's milkshakes on the last day in brisbane. as above.

chronicles of a good time which begun with a good phone call and then a good car ride and then a good dinner and then a good walking about being lovers and best friends and all that sweetlove and teasetalk and searchingformice and escalatorrides. faded blue hole-ly orange-tag levis. customary and new at the same time. you're a college crush and a part of my brain and soul. oh wonderheart! isn't it great there's no cap on such affections like these i've been blessed with.

so me on the bus on the way out of school after sorta securing my tutor, having a mid-morning chat about what i will write about [this gets me excited, so much exploration and sifting to be done, sifting of information] da cool one he calls me on the phone and he says to let's do lunch and i do a grin thing out of the bus window on da hot hot too-golden sunny day and i say ooh yes at da holland village we have da sly bee and i think i must use something to secure my found in thrift-store in toronto flower-power tie as belt so it won't bug me and i have a secret slash with me and that is kate moss on the pink cover ala british vogue march issue of 2006 and my teeth it feels like falling because of the rubbers and anyways da cool one i miss ya already ya know oh you and the glorious one.five hours date and i gotta go read about kate moss now byebye.

ooh!

STORY OF TODAY

this is the novel of my life. "love is real, real is love...love is knowing we can be" :: song of yoko ono ::

and you are dashing and your brain is dashing and your heart is dashing and your warmth is dashing and your shadow is dashing and your glance is dashing and your faults are dashing and

i want to put you in my pocket.

you are like a blank whiteness that blinds. that is, you are magnificent.

he wore a smart shirt with smart scribbles. we visited a friend's cute boutique and spent some hours wondering around two aisles filled with pretty things on even prettier clothes racks. and we had lunch at the island cafe in tangs in the semi-quiet and bought a dress for a december occassion.

coleman hawkin's desdafino and cold bedsheets and a funny stomach and mandatory hot chinese green tea in a white mug and books to read and a topic to find on the www. time to know thyself. bleach and burn.

i know you by heart. "familiar lines that i read on and on" :: song of the american analog set :: and it's you and me always and forever :: song of the wannadies:: and it played on the radio and we thought of each other as relayed by sms. and i have no secrets kept from you because you read me like a nikon.

company is not companionship. but you are both to me.

STORY OF YESTERDAY

we


halt our night. calling for a cab. "i'm a lush for your love" :: song of tori amos ::

and

we stand close, wordless but our air is pregnant with solemn love. i see our reflection in the shop window. they sell expensive orange lounge chairs, and chandaliers [that look mild without electricity]. it's crisp. it's a warm night.

i miss you even when you are near.

i want to paint our minds. cool you. "i see us sending rainbow thoughts" :: song of yoko ono ::

i bought this +++ hipness to the core.

i watched this +++ not so good. nada. i prefer annie hall.

i ate this +++ tonkichi's ebifry is still the best.

i listened to this the beekeper. interesting. a little frosty a little scary but plenty good.

chingay street traffic madness. school and acquaintances. then a bus ride. i felt fluid in my blood brothers black and red pencil stretch skirt.