我心荡漾
If updates are few and few, it's because i'm launching full time into song writing with my composer HX.
薇芯之歌: 偎心的音乐
*
Saved from writing songs, I am currently moving into a new cycle of negative energy in which I'm damn sian (how more euphemistic can one get). Thank goodness for The Crush who (I suspect) was also equally bored today. After luring me to his room, we started crapping and he showed me The Secret video that expounds on the laws of attraction in a bid to inspire me after I lamented how bloody insipid the environment around us was.
Lunch with The Crush and two other friends made it slightly easier to bear. And somehow, I now have a picture of The Crush in my phone.
The Crush bears a splitting resemblance to Lee Kang Sheng, the male muse of Tsai Ming Liang.
*
Because I'm living in a material world and I'm a material girl.
I have been thinking, now that I own a Tag Heuer watch and a Burberry work bag, what big ticket luxury item should I invest in next. It will definitely provide additional impetus for working (out and in) the everyday life. For to celebrate the fact I'm an independent young lady of exceptional taste, perhaps the time is right to get a understated (read: simple) yet classy and classic jewelry set that would take me through life: the white gold Bvlgari B.zero1 earrings and pendant to be exact. I'm undeterred by the price so far: Unadorned earrings cost S$2, 650 (the diamond-ed ones are S$4, 820) while the pendant alone will set me back S$ 1, 060 and the chain itself is S$870.
With the would be latest acquisition, I also hope I can fend off unwanted attention. While it is sad to have no one making advances towards you, it is, nevertheless, equally undesirable to have sadder looking members (in looks and personality) of the opposite sex believing they have a chance to hit off with you. No scrubs need apply, please. No white pastries either. Only the tall, tanned and veiny ones qualify. Armed with the new bling, perhaps these cannot-make-it guys would think twice about approaching me. Yes, I'm too bloody high-maintenance and uppity for you, plebeian! *shudders*
I have had two such unhappy encounters lately. A restaurant manager asked if I had a boyfriend and I said no. Then he asked if he could apply and left me with his namecard after scribbling his hp number on it. I fled the scene, thankful that the colleague arrived in time for me to scuttle away. Then I met this social outcast whom I knew from school on the train and thank goodness I have a book with me so that I wouldn't have to make small talk for the next 30 minutes. And out of the corner of my eye, I was aggrieved to find him edging towards me and being, in general, too close for comfort. Yucks. Eewww.
*
I'm getting better at driving but I shall stop for a while after the 10th lesson. Committing 5 weekends in a row is too much. And how does it feel to ferry around someone you love, for the first time? Are you anxious to please and to make her understand how safe and secure it would be with you by her side and taking her to places? I'm afraid that this has to cross my mind only now but I just didn't see it in that sort of appreciative light before, not in that way (until I take up driving) and I’m even sorrier to have romanticised it. Of course it no longer matters now, and seeing this "it no longer matters now" in tangible written form helps a lot to reinforce that belief.
*
Me: Hey, you should try to catch If There're Seasons. It's a musical based entirely on Liang Wen Fu's xinyao's compositions. Imagine 30 songs that we grew up with.
薇芯之歌: 偎心的音乐
*
Saved from writing songs, I am currently moving into a new cycle of negative energy in which I'm damn sian (how more euphemistic can one get). Thank goodness for The Crush who (I suspect) was also equally bored today. After luring me to his room, we started crapping and he showed me The Secret video that expounds on the laws of attraction in a bid to inspire me after I lamented how bloody insipid the environment around us was.
Lunch with The Crush and two other friends made it slightly easier to bear. And somehow, I now have a picture of The Crush in my phone.
The Crush bears a splitting resemblance to Lee Kang Sheng, the male muse of Tsai Ming Liang.
*
Because I'm living in a material world and I'm a material girl.
I have been thinking, now that I own a Tag Heuer watch and a Burberry work bag, what big ticket luxury item should I invest in next. It will definitely provide additional impetus for working (out and in) the everyday life. For to celebrate the fact I'm an independent young lady of exceptional taste, perhaps the time is right to get a understated (read: simple) yet classy and classic jewelry set that would take me through life: the white gold Bvlgari B.zero1 earrings and pendant to be exact. I'm undeterred by the price so far: Unadorned earrings cost S$2, 650 (the diamond-ed ones are S$4, 820) while the pendant alone will set me back S$ 1, 060 and the chain itself is S$870.
With the would be latest acquisition, I also hope I can fend off unwanted attention. While it is sad to have no one making advances towards you, it is, nevertheless, equally undesirable to have sadder looking members (in looks and personality) of the opposite sex believing they have a chance to hit off with you. No scrubs need apply, please. No white pastries either. Only the tall, tanned and veiny ones qualify. Armed with the new bling, perhaps these cannot-make-it guys would think twice about approaching me. Yes, I'm too bloody high-maintenance and uppity for you, plebeian! *shudders*
I have had two such unhappy encounters lately. A restaurant manager asked if I had a boyfriend and I said no. Then he asked if he could apply and left me with his namecard after scribbling his hp number on it. I fled the scene, thankful that the colleague arrived in time for me to scuttle away. Then I met this social outcast whom I knew from school on the train and thank goodness I have a book with me so that I wouldn't have to make small talk for the next 30 minutes. And out of the corner of my eye, I was aggrieved to find him edging towards me and being, in general, too close for comfort. Yucks. Eewww.
*
I'm getting better at driving but I shall stop for a while after the 10th lesson. Committing 5 weekends in a row is too much. And how does it feel to ferry around someone you love, for the first time? Are you anxious to please and to make her understand how safe and secure it would be with you by her side and taking her to places? I'm afraid that this has to cross my mind only now but I just didn't see it in that sort of appreciative light before, not in that way (until I take up driving) and I’m even sorrier to have romanticised it. Of course it no longer matters now, and seeing this "it no longer matters now" in tangible written form helps a lot to reinforce that belief.
*
Me: Hey, you should try to catch If There're Seasons. It's a musical based entirely on Liang Wen Fu's xinyao's compositions. Imagine 30 songs that we grew up with.
Po: You interested?
Me: Are you kidding? I wouldn't miss it for anything!
Po: Watch together?
Me: Erm, but you are not in Singapore leah. The show run is August. Academic term would have started by then.
Po *most casually*: It's okay. I can fly back and watch during the weekend.
Grrr. What wouldn't I give to live life so effortlessly. It must be nice not to think about the act of spending money (oooh can this be considered a prudent purchase and should I) and just spend, spend, spend. Pack that Bvlgari jewellery set, darling, I'm buying.
*
In very belated newsflash, I also puked in the corridors of the Chijimes. I am beginning to believe I really can’t hold a drink. It’s only half a glass of apple cider I downed and it didn’t even taste alcoholic!!! This also means out of the three times I have puked in public, only once was into a toilet bowl.
1 Comments:
So "white pastries" cannot apply, but I assume chocolate-flavored ones can? Gasp, I pointed this out to you verbally the other day, and now when you're writing it you still make the same mistake!
And why didn't you put a picture of your puke? Haha...
Post a Comment
<< Home