was digging through my underwear slash socks drawer for socks just now, and found this pair stashed all the way at the back. j2, my 18th birthday, a whole big bag of goodies from my jcbabes (3 pairs of socks, inclusive of this one). SO CUUTE, this pair. i cant believe i havent worn them before ! like ladybugs on my feet. brings my blog title to a whole new level, dont you think hahahaha.
thankyou, YOU(:

On s’est connus, on s’est reconnus,
On s’est perdus de vue, on s’est r’perdus d’vue
On s’est retrouvés, on s’est réchauffés,
Puis on s’est séparés

in a la folie pas du tout, audrey tautou was this gorgeous art student crazy in love (and thats an understatement) with the cardiologist. the audience first gets her side of the story, then everything rewinds in the freakiest way and they see his side- and voila, everything was audrey tautou being nothing less than neurotic.
a change of perspectives can be enlightening sometimes.

this week, i have the friday, saturday and sunday ALL TO MYSELF. for my own disposal. activities to my own discretion. spontaneous dates. no tuition kids, no meetings, no appointments. nada. zilch. life is wonderful ! so it had been abit of town, abit of shopping, abit of hanging-out, alot of cabfare. friday with my favourite people, after a shameless number of pangseh-ed dinnerdates. got pasta got chocolate mantous with chocolate sauce, got grapes and papayas, got good (not humid) weather, got mel’s patio(: and haji lane was good this time, with icecream and surprisingly good buys. the jap vintage shop which smelt awful!, but has the cheapest vests. and the 49$ dress which i still like (but my girls still dont like). then timbre which was alittle boring but it was good to see the run people again, after 4759878 months.
sportsclub does good things, some rare times(;

omg im aching ! i think its gonna rain soon):

nothing beats having dinner with myLovelys. truly Lovely!(:

emo memo shemo ! i think im freaking saturated with the clubroom and the people and everything that goes on inside. nothing muchs been happening, at all, im just sian, for lack of a better word (and its true theres no english equivalent to sian).
the people are nice, good, and harmless. just that things are getting predictable and i dont feel like waking up on a sofa in a room with grey walls these days. so im trying not to stayover, even if i hang out late in the room and its alittle insane for a cashstrapped girl to be cabbing home in the dead of the night but STILL i do cos i really didnt feel like bathing in the common toilets again, walking back the flights of stairs and back into the greyroom. sheesh i think we need some new colourful things to adorn the room.
helphelp.
i knew this is a phase i’ll go through and im not at all surprised im going through an im-sick-of phase and i know that i’ll get through this in due time (theres no other way, anyhow) but right now, right now im feeling all emo memo.
im dying to bake, to grocery-shop, to drink strawberry milk while watching oprah and to have proper dinners. WHINE.

The times we had

Oh, when the wind would blow with rain and snow

Were not all bad

We put our feet just where they had, had to go

Never to go

The shattered soul

Following close but nearly twice as slow

In my good times

There were always golden rocks to throw

at those who admit defeat too late

Those were our times, those were our times

And I will love to see that day

That day is mine

When she will marry me outside with the willow trees

And play the songs we made

They made me so

And I would love to see that day

Her day was mine

beirut is goodshite.

i seem to have a knack for uncovering the best hideaway roofs. in nj there was the suonists’ practiceplace, arguably the Most Romantic amongst all others, at the rooftop overlooking the track, with some potted plants to boot. in noos right outside the clubroom theres this platform that juts out, overlooking the pool -you just have to climb over the ledge.
i like that everything is so quiet at night. the pool surface is all smooth and you can see cars on the roads nearby, but you cant hear them cos theyre not close enough. then the yellow lights around the pool, the lighted buildings on the far right and left. then you plug in your music, play and replay your favourite tracks, draw your knees to your body, and wonder why the night makes so much sense. theres nobody around, its not unbearably hot like in the day, everything seems to move slower and more comfortably and even the air feels cleaner.
i like that whenever i stayover in school it seems the normal chronological rules dont apply. at 12am meetings commence, at 2am i bathe, at 3am i study, at 4am i sit at the rooftop with my music, at 6am i sleep, at 11am i wake up. without my dad around grounding the rules and with the freedom to walk in and out of my room (in this case, the sportsclubroom), everything goes topsyturvy quite easily. i can walk around the school at 4am and no one will think im off the rockers.
very emo, very shiok.