Sunday, May 31, 2009

No Reason, No Rhyme.

45 Little Secrets.
Be honest no matter what, then tag at least 15 friends.

01. Who was your last text from?
Sailing instructress reminding me to be there at 9am tomorrow. GAH.

02. Where was your default picture taken?
[Facebook photo] Bedok central.

03. Your relationship status?
Glued. It's more than just attached.

04. Have you ever lost a close friend?
No. Thank goodness.

05. What is your current mood?
Kinda missing Bee, kinda full, kinda sleepy.

06. How many siblings do you have?
Two monkeys and many fish.

07. Whats your brother(s)/sister(s) names?



|Basking @| 9:45 PM|

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Friday, May 29, 2009

Brought To You By Timex.

I am awake at 4.57am.

I reached home at 7 after dance practice ("Nobady, nobady but chew"), ate dinner, read Hork-Bajir Chronicles, turned on my laptop around 9pm and the rest is history. I've been learning to appreciate music without lyrics. You know, like Rachmaninoff, Vivaldi, Beethoven, Tchaikovsky...

ok I'm kidding.

I imeem-ed Santana, Joe Satriani, Aerosmith and Steve Vai. Guitar sex: The perfect solo. OR The zone, the time when rhythm and lead guitars just know what to do to make a song sound earth-shattering. But the weird thing about the imeem autoplaylist is that they can jump you from Aerosmith to Shakira just because, somewhere, sometime, long long ago, in a galaxy far far away, they did a collaboration or a cover. So I'm happily listening to whatever guitar sex I managed to find and suddenly BAM it becomes Shakira shakiraaa I'm home tonight my hips don't lie. Booo. Not in the mood for mindless pop.

Shaun helped me pick a song to imeem. "Another Perfect Day" by American Hi-Fi. It's such a emomo sweet song. One of those songs that's seemed to be sung just for you. You listen and you just melt. I still feel all melty. I shall call this Happy Emo. or HEmo. It's the same feeling you get when you read Tuesdays or watch Juno.

Another Perfect Day
I'm holding on waiting for your call
It's simple but i can't explain this
I'm sinking down i feel like i could die
I'm falling off i don't know why

[chorus:]
I still believe it when you say
it's another perfect day
another perfect day
I still believe it when you say
it's another perfect day
another perfect day

so i might try to leave it all behind
i know tomorrow's not so bright now
i'll say goodbye cause nothing good can last
(you wear and figured no where fast)
and today i don't know how too keep it all inside
but i guess i'll let it slide

[repeat chorus]

today i don't know why
i thought that it was real
but i guess it's no big deal

[repeat chorus]

i don't know how
i don't know how
to let it slide

Yeah...it's a sad song. But heart-rending in its sincerity. And you know that there'll be a perfect day coming for someone who's willing to let himself feel so much.

NEXT. Songs don't really take up that much time. So why am I still awake at such an unearthly hour? I mean, it's so late it's early and even the witches have retired. The following narrative will attempt to explain why.

In between Facebooking and writing that darn camp reflection, Shaun (I still blame you) MSN'd me a Youtube link. He said he was into this show right now so I assumed it'll be something really rad and clicked on it. OMGOOSE. It was 神雕侠侣! (Yes be amazed. It is Chinese. I have never failed Chinese!!! Only ting xie and tests and sometimes exams but never OVERALL. Ha. The Facebook quiz stumped almost everyone. HA.) To those who tak cakap cina, it's Return of The Condor Heroes.

So...I started watching. And singing along to the theme song. And...I'm now at Episode 4. And I'm thinking...crap I'm not gonna be budging from my chair and/or doing anymore exercise these holidays. Sigh. It's like House all over again.

My eyeballs are about to pop from my head in protest and set up picket lines around my nose. I'm hitting the hay now. Good night world.

Manchester United will be back. Never fear. We are the champions, my friend.


|Basking @| 4:16 AM|

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Sunday, May 24, 2009

Cat's Meow.

Stuff that happened...

Passion Run
I have every right to be proud of myself. I have never ever done more than a 5km run. Intelligent me, I slept at 1am when I had to wake up at 5am. Brava. The bit I'm most proud of is that I managed to run all the way, at a more or less constant pace. I almost passed out along the way but that's a different story. I am all ready for sundown. Yeah. Totally psyched. And focu.....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Guitars
I am really getting into just picking up my guitar and figuring out songs. Just me and Ultimate-Guitar and Yahoo and Youtube. Went to check out this guy that my sister's friend recommended as a guitar teacher. And guess what? I am so not into learning by the book. He was teaching us how to read tau gey, one of the most confoundedly disturbing inventions ever. What's wrong with numbers or letters??? Why must we involve little black dots on sticks marching across the page like some angry ant mob? Another great mystery of the universe. I never fail to shut down while trying to decipher tau gey.

Miscellaneous
I think I'm gonna quit climbing competitively. Not only do I not have the motivation to climb cos I'm so far behind everyone else, but I keep finding more interesting things to do. Like Animorphs. And guitar. And the vast arcade that is the internet (I'm gonna download Metal Slug. YEAH.). Boooo. Ah, well. Life goes on. Glory days are over.

And and and....
I've finished my whole stock of Animorphs!!! (Book #1 to #54) - Book #2 (lost somewhere in zero space) + Andalite Chronicles + Megamorphs #2!!! Maaan, I want the rest of my books back so I can finish the whole series truly, madly, deeply. SHAUN!!!!!!!!! READ FASTER!!! Boy, if I ever decided to sell the collection (like maybe when the sky is the colour of magic and it rains gumdrops), I'll make a killing. An *almost* complete collection of Animorphs. ---------------If anyone sees a copy of Book #2 or the Hork Bajir Chronicles, please tell me so I can scream and teleport over to you to collect my bounty.---------------

Okay, I'm done with this report on what goes on in my outside world. The one for the inside is still to come.


|Basking @| 10:13 PM|

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Thursday, May 21, 2009

Idol Fever.

KRIS ALLEN IS THE NEW AMERICAN IDOL!!!

I love underdog stories! ^^

Adam Lambert still has my heart but there's a bit of space in it for the sweet ingenuousness of Kris Allen. They're such polar opposites it's possible to love them both at once.

I'm happy with the results. Adam doesn't have to win. There'll be queues and queues of mercenary-types waiting to sign him up anyway. He's special. Kris needs this break. I R even more of a happypotamus now. ^^ *heart heart heart* Everything went according to plan.

The results show was fantastic. WATCH IT.

So concludes the BEST season of American Idol EVER.

*Tatiana Del Toro and the bikini girl are such gluttons for fame. Eew.* *This sentence is in the colour of puke to express how deeply they make me want to project my lunch from here to tomorrow.*

On a totally different note, I bought a new bikini yesterday with TheDestroyer and Melala. Billabong. I think I'm mad. Spend so much on so little cloth. ZZZ.

I'm gonna go play guitar now...then go swim...then go dance Nobody...then...watch the results show over again. Yay.

Peace out.

----Edit: I'm sorry for the player only playing 30seconds worth of each song. Too lazy and no clue how to fix it. I r sorrow.----


|Basking @| 10:39 AM|

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Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Flying.

I'm enjoying my holidays.

I picked up my passport yesterday and even though I was like half an hour late for the e-appointment I booked online, I still managed to collect it within 10 pages of Animorphs.

So, slightly stunned by the whirlwind efficiency of ICA, I decided it was too early to go home and toyed with the idea of going to Bugis for some Starbucks. Then, I realised there wasn't much to do in Bugis so I went to City Hall. Bought some Frothy Hot Chocolate and an apple danish at O'briens and sat there hooked up to my iPod and reading #42: The Journey. (Shorm, if you're reading, this one is one of the funniest. Go read it after you've read my books. Highly recommended. Stupid Helmacrons.)

These Messages: O'briens' hot chocolate is one of the best I've ever tasted. Warms you up all the way inside like a whiskey and doesn't make you want to sing off-key and dance on the toilet seat wearing just your underwear.

After finishing my book, I ambled around Citylink, dropped into a few shops here and there, and finally wound up at Marina Square. My final destination. I stood in Times for about an hour or so, reading the books on display. Then my legs complained.

Sooo...to finish off my Sarah-time, I bought a pair of Croc Rios (the red strappy wedges) and 2 Jibbitzes (Skull and crossbones! POTC rules. + "ai". YES the Chinese character. YES I can still read Chinese.) and a Nike top. Hehehe.

Fun day. Being alone in a crowd. You don't have to answer to anyone and you can do anything. Be anything. Buy anything. Forgot how much I like being alone.

Doesn't mean I don't need someone to be there for me, though. No matter how strong you are, you'll still need someone to hold you up when you're going down. I'm glad I've got my someone.

Miss you so many many much.


|Basking @| 3:11 PM|

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Monday, May 18, 2009

Chronicles of Life.

Updates from the period I went missing:

Just got back from an Outdoor Experiential camp. Yes...it was as full of the outdoors as the name suggests. There was climbing and kayaking and cooking and tent-ing and about a million kilometers of walking. And bugs. And more bugs. How could I forget the blood-sucking, six-legged @#$%&s. Think route march with lighter bags and more breaks. To a person who has never walked more than 10km in any direction, that's an achievement to crow about.
We kayaked from Changi to Sembawang, camped out at Sembawang Park, then walked trekked bashed from Sembawang to Dairy Farm where we spent a night. Woke up, climbed up Bukit Timah Hill, then walked all the way back to Labrador Adventure Center at Pasir Panjang Road. I'm not sure I have legs anymore. I still can't feel them. I'll make a pro fire-walker now.

Highlight of the camp: Meeting an illegal immigrant while bashing through vegetation.

People are sending me weird virus messages on MSN again. But I have learnt my lesson and I will not click on them. I am SMART.

ADAM LAMBERT and KRIS ALLEN are having an American Idol showdown on Thursday morning with an encore at 8pm on Star World. Disturb me at your own risk. And it's excellent, the way the competition played out. I'd much rather have Kris than Danny. HA. America has ears after all.

Oh yeah, all the guitar heroes of Degree year 1...Thanks for the karaoke sessions. They made the camp a lot more fun. Merci.

......What's the killer question? Can we start now? Are you gay? Do you smell what the Rock is cookin'? What happened to your hair? Are you talking to me? Do you like Clare? Can you please answer his question? Whose line is it anyway? Why is your shirt red? Where does she live? What's your dog's name? Is your penis blue?.......

What I missed most during camp:
1) BEE
2) My Animorphs
3) The exciting tastes of salt and grease
4) Climbing

Therefore, on Tuesday, I am going to read 1 or 2 Animorphs, eat a burger and go climb (I managed to hug Bee when he picked me up). Why not Monday? Cos I'll be lying comatose on my bed.

That's why.


|Basking @| 12:52 AM|

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Friday, May 8, 2009

Last Words.

I have had a busy week.

I am sleepy now.

I will tell you more about my week later.

I want to read my Animorphs.

Night night.

I'm the one who wants to be with you.
Deep inside I know you feel it too.


|Basking @| 1:47 AM|

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Sunday, May 3, 2009

Why...Comes After eX and Before Zee.

I am aching like I've been steamrollered, run over by a few double-decked buses and, just for the heck of it, jumped on by a few kids on caffeine. ARGH.

This is what happens when you suddenly start using muscles that haven't been worked in ages. This is what happens when you suddenly do moves which require muscles that have been so stagnant, the Ministry of Health wants to shut you away for being a potential hazardous source of Dengue.

AAAAAAAARGH. Even my fingers are screwed fucked (I made a promise not to use that word anymore and so I won't) up. Yesterday, I ran Bedok reservoir in 25 minutes, a timing I'm pretty proud of since I was actually aiming to complete the round in 40 minutes. Yay. Running feels good until you stop. Boo. Then, I climbed at the Pump Room (Woah that name sounds ultra cool) for, like, 4 hours. With only chocolate spread for sustenance. I swear, I was just about to go into hypoglycemic shock.

I fell asleep on the mattress for a while, just like old times. Miss climbing (and snoozing) at TP. Sigh. Politics and the Hes-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is screwing fucking the team up. Rawr.

PESS people who read this, let's go climb someday. My holidays are emptying. We gotta have fun before we start studying for next semester's exams.

What did I say,
What did you do,
How did I fall in love with you?


|Basking @| 3:25 PM|

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