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Monday, March 31, 2008
Bleeding Love - Leona Lewis

I have this very bad habit of blogging almost everyday. And moreover the lack of photos (AHEM PAUL) makes this space look even more bleak than ever before. Sigh, time is white. I attribute this bad habit to allowing myself to be cloistered up in my room 99.231% of the time I'm at home, thus resulting in a very minimalistic lifestyle, where it's just me, music and computer. Okay, maybe minimalistic is subjective. The attack of Emomomo is impending, and I lie here unarmed and defenceless, yielding to its relentless roars. And I don't know why but I HAVE to say this again, that I think it's amazing how you can think of someone whom you barely know from so far away and this person doesn't even know who the hell you are. I think it's beautiful. I think it's something God gave us the ability to do. I think it is amazing, and how we could expect nothing from it, no conversations made, no smiles exchanged, no hugs nor kisses; Give me nothing, except maybe a wish.

On the happier side of things ... I paid due attention during Maths lecture, and maybe a little too much attention ha ha. MINDEF should hire me to spy on the Iraqis one day, I guarantee a job well done. In the short run, certain moments really defy all sense of logic and purpose and you just get caught in an ephemeral rush of awkwardness and yet glee. Time is ephemeral, but death is eternal.

Some quotes of the day, of which some I kind of forgot:

Okay actually i forgot. I only remember the last words of the sentence, "like sai." Which says a lot, really.

I am my own dispensary of pain, torment and misery.
I control the dosage.
I am my own cure, I am my own disease.

Hmmm, sounds like something Spiderman would say.

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[edit] "How's life with 1? 4's a blast.. of cold wind." [/edit]

tried to hunch; 8:35 PM

Sunday, March 30, 2008

"Before I write this, I sit and think, long and hard, until the cranium begins to feel the strain from incessant neurons firing, I think to myself, "what would move you?", what could I possibly write here that would make you understand, that would make you feel beyond the capacity of your own narrow little heart. What would move mountains? What would make the seas boil? What would make you, only you, feel what it is that I want you to feel? Have you never looked out of a moving car's window and watched the trees whiz past and think to yourself that the blurs of greens, greys and blues are beautiful? Have you never heard a song, you forgot who sang it or what its called, but you know the tune and you know the lyrics, it rolls off the tip of your tongue and suddenly you feel your body prickle with goosebumps because something grips you, something unexplainable, something magical, something wonderful, something only that unnamed, unknown song could ever make you feel in that one moment of familiarity and nostalgia. That is how you make me feel. Not always, not everyday, sometimes. Only sometimes when I think I know you, and when you think you know me too. When we connect, and you know the things I am going to say before I say it. It's just unexplainable, so profound that it confounds me the way you oscillate between not knowing me at all to knowing me completely. And yet that is the way you are to me too. I blame you for not understanding, but I don't understand you too. Nameless songs, familiar tune, half-remembered lyrics that you stumble through, I guess that is us. Part nostalgia, part embarrassment."

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That was so beautiful. Sir, I would like to marry you, for thine eyes have not met such words in our present reality. For this I must testify, you must be an angel.

tried to hunch; 9:59 PM

Saturday, March 29, 2008
Forgive me for being crude but I find this very funny.

"You all are the very sexually compatible kind."
"HAR? WHAT VERSION IS THAT?"

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Suddenly quite attracted to living in the world of Desperate Housewives. Remind me to get the DVDs after A's so I can please myself a bit. I mean, sure, why not, marry a rich guy and have a fling with my hot gardener.

I WANT PEEKCHUREZ PAUL.

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[edit] I'd like to believe that it's 7.11am now and I just reached home from hanging out with the two best boy friends I could ever ask for, Jonathan and Bronson. I'd like to believe that we ate prata and stoned on an orange seat, and talked about the hottest guys and girls in school. I'd like to believe I'm even bothering to blog now. I'd like to believe what I said was true. Again, I have some quotes to share.

"Dirty is sexy. Just go live in the jungle lah!"
"Oh my god I sound like a national day speech."
"Yes Denise I believe you wholeheartedly. And my name is mother mary."
"Next to nyehnyeh, nipoopoo can go and bite dust."

That is all. Discouraged by reality, I'd like to believe we get to live twice.

Anyway some lovebites below for the hopeless, with much due credit to frogboychickenrice. Keep in mind, DeniseCheong, Apple Tree Theory ...

“Must I smile?”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“Alright then.”

He agreed and took a deep breath. He wiped his soaked cheeks and watched as she switched her camera on and panned it into position in front of them.

“Here goes.” She chirped. Both leaned towards one another. He realised her hair was soft and ticklish. The moment dragged.

Click.

He never saw the photograph as she left soon after, let alone her name. He never knew if his cheek that he discovered was slightly wet was because he did not wipe up all his tears away before the shot, or that it was wet because of her lips.

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She could not even dare look into his eyes now. She might blow up. It was too much contact with him in one day. She was fidgeting a lot and mark touched her forehead, attempting to check her body temperature to see if she was well. And her face melted with his touch.

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tried to hunch; 9:33 PM

Friday, March 28, 2008
Skinny dipping ain't for no fat people yo.

My favourite friend's camera is spoilt, and therefore we cannot upload our healthy-looking photos to show the world how beautiful we are. Such a happy pill is needed, right, now.

So despite sleeping EARLY late last night, a wave of fatigue hit me like a tsunami in school today, was sleeping during Glascow's lesson (SIGH, even those gorgeous immaculate blue eyes couldn't keep me awake..), and even maths lecture proved to be less exciting than it usually is, except for Bronz and Sherm's relentless disturbances, which sent me laughing to the moon, as well as HW's amazing sniper-like doings throughout the day. God bless my phone (sheesh it isn't even mine), the bluetooth can't work. God bless HW's phone, that it would be freed from its inherently evil photo album and that it would would not explode with fires from hell. School was almost pointless today.

I need to stop conjuring evil murderous plans in my mind, stop judging people, stop sleepwalking, and stop being such a 3-year-old where the celestial choirs of heaven sing and the whole world is alright. The great tyrant of Emomomo is returning, I feel like I could write a book, and its title, as crude as it sounds, will be called "The Numberz". Sorry, inside joke.

Thank you God for putting Jacq into my little life. :]

tried to hunch; 7:20 PM

Wednesday, March 26, 2008
With the whole club lookin' at her.

"You know when they say 'hands around my waist', I don't think of the sexual kind. I think of like, a doctor, who is measuring a very, fat, waist."
"He is lucifer."
"You are the exam."
"hahayoudunno! is short run."
"The dark lord has risen. He is reborn."
"I blame myself.."

To be continued ...

tried to hunch; 6:51 PM

Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Please don't stop the music boom boom boom boom.

Erm today I had a happy day of mammoth proportions. My piercing was a large piece of the pie. The other large piece was playing SHOO(T), ~~SHACK~~ SHAG AND MARRY with the kind girl who taught me how to spell (no, not my mother).

"I'll shoot ____ because if I can't have him no one can."
"He is my ____."
"DO NOT ever put the D word and the S word together again."

Omg, you have no idea how funny it is when you put THE names inside. I was um-chioing in the train, on the bus, even when I dozed off in the bus, and it tickles me so immensely I'm laughing right now.

"When lightning strikes the ones you love."
HAHA x20,000

tried to hunch; 10:18 PM

Monday, March 24, 2008
#1 "So you guys only want to be in a platonic relationship".

#2 "DENISE, HERE IN EAST COAST PARK, SWEAT DEFINES YOU."

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#3 "Just pon lah."

Behold the awkward dimple.

'Cos everyone needs a best profile.

And we stumbled across a pig farm..

"Yes Denise, because all time travelers want to time travel into sanitary blue toilets."

Just rip it out Haowen.

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And lastly,

" he lives in nabei you know. "
" joe happy easter not says: 'we live in moncton nb canaada' "

HW YOU ARE THE DIAMOND ON MY RING, THE TEETH IN MY SMILE AND THE TOES ON MY FEET. :D

[edit]Since today was a horrendous day, horror of horrors, let me share something hopeful and optimistic with you. But first let me tell you what happened today, in chronological order.

1. Didn't go running at 7am.

2. MY GLORIOUS D FOR GP GOT MODERATED TO AN E. "NB."

3. My handphone got confiscated while I was messaging HAOWEN of all mother of peoples, to lament about my GP grade.

4. PE - 2.4 timing was as disgusting as your face.

5. Awkward encounter #1.

6. Awkward encounter #2.

7. Pissed off a girl at the toilet.

8. Paperchase mutant pencil case out of stock.

9. Wasn't amused at Muji either.

10. Didn't pierce ear. Damn sad.

11. Practically DRAGGED my pained legs and carried my heavy bag upon my weary shoulders back home, and even went to shop a little by myself just to see if it'll make me feel better.

12. It didn't.

13. _________________________________________

"I am plankton and he is like King Tritant, or little mermaid's father or something."- HW

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tried to hunch; 1:11 AM

Friday, March 21, 2008
Who wants to be a millionaire?

I'm up for an adventure tonight.

ONE. Bake. (Caramel Pine Nut Slices YUM!)
TWO. Night Cycling by myself. (Shit no bike, borrow from security guard Uncle Willy)
THREE. Jogging in ECP (Later get raped by Mas Selamat)
FOUR. Bake another batch of egg tarts.

I think I'll go with FOUR, which would require TWO anyway. May God forbid that I'll get knocked down by car later.

Let's talk about Common Tests.

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TGIgoodFriday! To sum up what Good Friday is all about, it's about LOVE. If you've watched 10,000 BC lately, and felt mighty touched and awed by how the guy crossed mountains and seas, braved dangerous man-eating terrains, and picked up a whole army along the way, just to save his girl, well, imagine how much MORE God did just to save you. How wonderful and beautiful and sacrificial His Love is. <3 Thank you Jesus for choosing those nails, dying on the cross for me, undeserving and unworthy.
The greatest act of Love happened today 2000 odd years ago!

When I was out on the court today, for a moment or two, I thought I was Maria Sharpova. Oh what a glorious victory of sheer skill and precision. Even Daddy was proud, for once.

I think God must Love me mighty lot. Even as I fell into a pithole of shit and misery yesterday, He sent down an angel to be my triggerhappy through a simple sms, and heavens yes, I felt so much better in the knowledge that I have such a great friend who cares, and more importantly, a Saviour who Saves.

And for your viewing pleasure, this picture of a fuglet was taken on a hot day in 2004. I was not a Girl Guide either.

tried to hunch; 11:37 PM

Monday, March 17, 2008
Heartbreak Hotel

OOOOOOmg, today was the most useless day at school. Bad hair, sleepy times twenty, ate food of titanic proportions. So much for being excited for school, nothing turns me on. The only thing I remember worth seeing today was Glascow's eyes, and my (fat)face on Haowen's new phone.

Last Friday was the most happening thing, and I'm anticipating this Thursday night. Naughty naughty. Then Saturday was happening too as I snuck out to play Mahjong with PROS and lost freaking 5 bucks (15 if you include cab fare, damn it) in all amputated glory. Then CABBED again to MajellatheAlmighty's place to watch her and Danielthenowbotak lose hair(if any) and sleep over their History assignment, then watched the most boring movie of my life "Walk the Line". Johnny Cash disappointed me immensely. Haha, I love these adventures I embark.

Tomorrow there's MAKE-UP PE at 7am. Hark the herald angels sing.

tried to hunch; 9:34 PM

Wednesday, March 12, 2008
My virginity is on the line. :O

ZOMG, THIS BABY SAYS HELLO TO THE REAL THING THIS THURSDAY. :)

tried to hunch; 7:42 PM

Sunday, March 09, 2008
Blackbird singing in the dead of night

[edit]HOHO LO AND BEHOLD, THE BEST HOUSE IN THE WORLD SPELLS ARATOR.

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Just for the sake of it, and I still haven't got that many yet, and these are as fugly as your face.

and Happy Birthday dearest Jared Leong! :D

Boohoo, the exuberance of post-CTs, apparently non-existent. But that's okay. Chinese A's - D for Donkey, and I am very, very pleased with myself. -chuckles. My holidays are already jammed packed with a hell lot of stuff, it's quite sad really. I'm actually anticipating the start of a new school term. :)

Oh how glorious, my iPod reformatted itself for the second time, the sight of it angers me so, I don't even want to bother to sync all the songs back. Six just granted me a generous offer of $320 for her Classic, now I have to ask my parents for the moolah. I just spent a good $69 at money-sucking monster Topshop.

God is teaching me a valuable lesson, I know. And because He is above everything else, some things have to be sacrificed (even at the cost of pain). Because in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. Jesus I love you, I really do. I'm sorry for disobeying you, blatantly, breaking my promises made, falling weak time and time again. Jesus, please bring me back to you.

I like Bryan's nick.

"When life's embrace ends in broken hearts, here I will stand, all of my days."

tried to hunch; 2:08 PM

Monday, March 03, 2008
Mis-take.

In the spirit of everyday-Valentines', I thought we ought to Love one another like Jesus does. I think it's time (it has always been) to take a step (and moment) back, and draw near to the very person who gave us a reason to Love. Sigh, common tests are actually pretty fun, I like the feeling of actually having a reason to study. I hate myself for a lot of things actually, and hearing Dashboard makes me feel preetttyy down ...

We watch the season pull up its own stakes
And catch the last weekend of the last week
Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced
Another sun soaked season fades away

I just realised I used the word "actually" 3 times. My current thoughts reek of a time past, I am trying to console myself. ): Can't be bothered to explain anything to you. Goodness Denise, stop it already. Tsk.

tried to hunch; 8:48 PM