The Depths Of Shallowness

Drowning, Drowning in Cynicism; Drunk, Drunk with Sentimentality; Down, Down with Love; Dunked, Dunked in Life. Desperate Discourse. Disposable Desires. Dusky Dreams. Delirium. Dignity. Despair. Doubt. Duty. Dewy Days. Divine Divide. Dump Everything that Bothers in The Depths of Defiance. 《我的快樂時代》唱爛 才領悟代價多高昂 不能滿足不敢停站 然後怎樣 All Rights Reserved ©Angeline Ang

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Tempestuous. Intense. Proud. Intellectual. Easily Bored. Consummate Performer. Very Chinese. Very Charming. Fair. Pale. Long, Curly, Black Hair. BA(Hons). Literature. Philosophy. Japanese. Law. Dense in Relationships. Denser in All Else. Brooding. Sceptical. Condescending. Daria Morgendorffer meets Kitiara Uth Matar meets Ally McBeal. Always dreamy, always cynical, always elusive. Struggling writer, artist and student, in that order please.

Friday, July 31, 2009

A Weird MSN Exchange

This evening, like *seriously* from nowhere

Optimus: oohhh are we playing 百万大歌星?

Kitiara: you tell me. are we?

(I have completely no idea his point of reference, so anyhow reply)

Optimus: 我听见风来自地铁和人海我排著队拿著爱的号码牌

*dawns on me it’s in context to my current MSN header which reads 我遇见谁会有怎样的对白我等的人他在多远的未来*

Optimus: so do i get to the next stage????

Kitiara: ok. passed.

Optimus:


春风吹呀吹吹动树枝头
抖落一地愁烦恼不再有
心跳的节奏是无言的交流
***********

Optimus: 11 words

Optimus: come on!!!

Kitiara: 仿佛你已开口跟我说爱我 wah this song you also know.

Optimus: muhahahhaa

Optimus: i m surprised u know

Optimus: =)

Optimus: 有多深有多浓有多真全都****

Optimus: fill in the last 4 words

Optimus: muahhahah

Kitiara: that's easy!!! you said you wld sing this song!
(He did say he would sing this if joining SI)

Optimus: LOL

Optimus: u remembered!

Optimus: purposely tested

Kitiara: what's the prize?

Optimus: prize ah

Optimus: KTV session next week?

Kitiara: onz!

Optimus: ;)

Kitiara: no kbox please. when?

Optimus: shld be tues evening bah

Optimus: no kbox then go where???

Optimus: Community Centre?

Optimus: LOL

Kitiara: you on purpose!! i tue cannot. got my song-writing class.

Kitiara says: gasp you mean u dun know party world has the best sound system?

Optimus: i didnt know

Optimus: to both

Kitiara: kbox system sucks. you need all the help you can get if you want to sound better than me. haha

Optimus: dun be too confident wor

Kitiara: i'm damn good :)

Optimus: try this

Optimus:

再多一点点温柔
不要让我如此难受
原来你什么都不想要

Optimus: what song is this?

Kitiara: i like 古巨基

Optimus: *giggles

Optimus: shit wanted to con u

Optimus: cannot

Optimus: LOL

Kitiara: this is the song i dian as last song usually cos it's so long

Optimus: LOL

Optimus:
长发迎风摇摆,微笑的姿态
让人愉快,像阳光一样灿烂

Optimus: muahahha!!!

Optimus: song title!!!

Kitiara: i think you need to up the prize man, if everything is correctly answered.

Kitiara: this is little lover!!!

*

Anyone has a similar conversation with such contents before? Quite nutty, but it certainly brightens my Friday and marks a good start to the weekend.

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Die, Fats, Die

In the ten months that I have started working here, 5 kilos have sneakily planted themselves onto my frame. It’s a deadly combination of working late, lack of time thus to do my runs, then eating late, and not having any healthier options available during lunch. Plus, I get so tired these days, I usually cab to work (a prudent investment to me) in the mornings just to coax myself into a perkier state of mind.

5 kilos!!! KNS! I have been maintaining a constant weight for the past 8 years before this. The sheer humiliating horror of moving from slightly plump to plain fat (‘cos I’m short – so at a disadvantage when it comes to fat distribution) must no longer be endured. Who cares if I can run 10km, 21 km or a bloody marathon when I’m fat? Hurhur.

So today, I’ve signed up for a one-year gym membership at Amore to start the fat-cutting. It’s a 5-min walk away, has some great classes, is relatively un-crowded, with no need to queue for machines, population being almost entirely female, and so I have no excuse not to exercise now. No more worrying about the sun or rain either. Most importantly, working out will release one’s frustration whenever one is rendered helpless in the innocent face of stupidity.

I’m officially less of a hippie, more of a yuppie now. Sigh.

Die, fats, die.