:: eLise is me ::: March 2007

Saturday, March 31, 2007

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Colorgenics

Came across this link to some psychology test thingy from Sharon's blog. Realised that it's rather true in describing her, and so I thought I'll give it a go.

You are in a state of constant expectation and want interesting and exciting things to happen to you. But in fact, you are a 'Walter Mitty' at times - a dreamer - over-imaginative and often given to fantasy or day-dreaming. There is nothing wrong in 'dreaming' - how boring life would be if one just followed the doctrines of everyday life - but one must not continue leading a life of continuous fantasy. You need to face reality in spite of all its possible shortcomings.

Being a likeable person you get on well with neighbours and friends. You don't need anything to 'Rock your boat'. You want to 'love' and to be loved'.

All the problems that you have been experiencing of late seem to have become a part of your life and there is little that can be done to change the situation. Your emotions run high - but even though you feel as if at times you are about to burst this situation will pass. Try to release your pent-up emotions by participating in some extra physical activities like running, swimming, whatever. There must be some favourite pastime, not necessarily strenuous, that can help you to relax.

You are being unduly influenced by the situation that is all around you. You do not like the feeling of loneliness and whatever it is that seems to separate you from others. You know that life can be wonderful and you are anxious to experience life in all its aspects, to live it to the full. You therefore resent any restriction or limitations that are being imposed on you and you insist on going it alone.

You don't like conflict and you endeavour to avoid criticism. You want to do your own thing and to be able to decide what is right for you. You have considerable personable charm - and this is used with considerable effect on those that keep your company.

That, is so freakingly true. I got a shock when I read "rock your boat", cos that's a phrase I've been using a lot these days.

And yes, I've been experiencing some problems lately. I've done everything I could and yet it is still stagnant. I'm now trying to give up on feeling frustrated over it, and to let it be. If it will pass, it will pass. I'm going to try my best to not give two cents worth of attention to it anymore. I'm sick and tired of feeling as if I'm gonna burst from the sheer frustration of not being able to change anything.

And with regards to the "going it alone" part, I am left speechless. I've adopted the mentality of doing everything myself. I will only ask for help if I've exhausted all my own available resources. Just the other time, I walked all the way from my former accommodation to the present one, carrying my full length mirror, at 8pm. I could have asked someone for help, but I damnly refused to. And yes, I can be so stupidly stubborn and head-strong at times.

I absolutely hate it when people try to dictate what I should or should not do or say. Go stuff yourself people! Do you think I really care what you think? Don't tell me what to do or how to behave. I belong to myself and I am nobody's bitch except my own. Get it?

And yes, I hate conflicts. I hate arguements. And that is why no matter how unjust I felt, I keep it to myself. You can be blasting at me with all your might, but I'll still be sitting there all quiet and expressionless. BECAUSE I CAN'T BE BOTHERED TO QUARREL, & I DON'T SEE THE NEED TO! WHAT'S WITH ALL THE FIGHTING & SENSITIVITY?

It may hurt me a whole damn lot but I still won't tell you. I may be crying my heart out but it won't be in your presence.

If at this point, any one of you wanna tell me that I'm such a boring person, you can go fuck off. Cos I don't care. I embrace my "boring-ness", so sue me.

People, like me and love me as who I am. Accept everything about me. If you want to change me to fit into your own perfection, then I won't be authentic no more. What fun is there in that?

Embrace my silliness, my randomness, my moronity, my absolute nonsense. Embrace my sincerity, my nice-ness, my silent affection, my craziness.

Embrace and accept me. Not someone you want me to be. It's deal or no deal people. I won't mourn over your lost. And even if I do (only for people I care about), I'll get over it eventually.

Here's a shout-out to my peeps (being the emotional crap I am).

Thank you Farhana & Cheryl, for accepting all my weirdness and random flare-ups. Thanks for being your lovely selves, and for bringing such joy, laughters & sometimes frustrations into my life. No matter how far apart we may be right now due to our own individual commitments, we'll still be that bimbotic threesome (aka mean girls). Hee! And I'm absolutely missing you girls so much! *hugs*

Thank you Kerlyn, for being that supportive pillar in my life. Thanks for just being there, with your silent concern and comfort. You can so totally read my mind (which can be frustrating at times), but you know I love you to bits. May we have many many more of 6-years in the coming. And you can forget about running away from the responsibility of being my bridesmaid! Muahaha! *hugs*

Thank you Jessica, for being that crazy and cute girlfriend you are. We've been through so much ups & downs in this friendship, but we still always end up being there for each other. We may be far apart, but you know I'm here for you. Thanks for being my crazy bitch (in the most affectionate way), and for being that honest friend you have always been! *hugs*

Thank you CS, for being the most wonderful guy friend ever. Thanks for being my "personal IT support", and for enduring all my nonsense. You never hesitate to help, and often go the extra miles. Whatever am I to do without you? Thanks for being so fabulous and wonderful. You know I love you. Hee. And please be more careful when you play sports. *hugs*

Thank you Adrian, for letting me win over your xbox. Thanks for being there even though you have your own stuff to deal with, and thanks for caring. We may be busy with trying to achieve our goals right now, but it is comforting to know that there is someone there to provide the occasional reassurances when the going gets tough. And of course, to also share all those random happiness, opinions and impromptu inspirations. *hugs*

Thank you Jerome, for always being there, to listen to my seemingly endless grumbles, and random weird thoughts. Thanks for enduring my "evilness" and craziness. Yes I know I'm really nutty, and yet you were kind enough to pretend to be nutty too. Hee. You're a billion dollars to me! Don't be so caught up in your work that you forget to eat or sleep. And please, you're NOT a bionic man, no matter how delusional you may be. Wahaha! *hugs*

Friday, March 30, 2007

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strawberry daiquiri

Term 1 "exam" is coming soon . . .
And by soon, I mean this Monday.
4 tests in a day.

Yikes!
Thou shall not panic.

*muffled scream*

I actually stayed in the college library studying till 7.45pm because I just can't study in the house. Far too many distractions. Tsk tsk.

And I didn't expect my Maths tutor to still be in school at that time.
Hmm... Isn't she great? Yes she is, and I love her to bits.

*grin*

My survival kit when studying in school till late, consists of . . .
(in order of importance)

iPod - make sure you load it with tonnes of your favourite songs, and make sure it's full batt
Eye drop - you definitely need it to relieve your eyes from all the reading and squinting
Lip balm - the air condition can be so damaging to your lovely pout

This friendly and cute looking old man from the library kept walking into the learning centre to arrange the tables and chairs, and I felt as though he's hinting me to go home. Wahaha!

The past 3 days have been really productive cos I managed to tackle Chemistry and Maths. But I can't celebrate or reward myself just yet, cos there's still Physics and Biology. Yikes!

Hopefully I don't idle my weekend away, or it'll be doomsday for me. Especially for Physics, since I'm now the lowest in the class due to some reason, which I shall not talk about. Damn it. Hate the system here.

On a happier note, had a great dinner that night as a compensation to myself, after a whole day spent killing my grey cells. Sharon brought me to this nice cosy Italian cafe and we had my favourite caesar salad and pasta!

Hmm... And now I'm wondering who was it that had carbonara when we went for Italian. My memory is so short-termed!

Anyway, had a full 12.5 hours of sleep last night. I didn't suffer from pounding headache when I woke up, and I guess this goes to show that that was some much needed sleep I had.
Gosh. I can't wait for the 2 weeks break to come. I'm so in need of some serious sleep therapy.

And speaking of therapy, oh how I miss someone's therapeutic voice. Hoho.

And yes, the Empress is coming down to Perth in June, with the lil' brother in tow. How I hate him. Cos he has one month of June holiday. One month! ROAR!

And tsk tsk, Brody can't come along cos he's due for National Service. Oh hoho. Someone's gonna be botak real soon. Oh hoho..!
Aww shucks. I won't be there to laugh at him.

Oh yeah, better post-it reminder myself to hide half of my shoes when the Empress is here. Or my head will be gone!

*scribbles & stick all over*

Okie doke, gonna go watch Simpsons. Thou shall leave you peeps with a picture of my narcissistic self and of Charlotte my love!

Monday, March 26, 2007

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emo-memo

Sometimes I wish I could just stop thinking.

To stop thinking about the worst, making up all the "could be" situations or outcomes, which in turn, injects unnecessary fears into myself, making me go all worried sick.

To stop thinking so much of the consequences, which makes me go all cowardly and not do what I wanna do, and to say what I wanna say.

To stop thinking so much about anyone, which makes my heart flutters like a maniac butterfly, and makes my heart falls so hard when all the disappointments set in.

If I could make a trade with the devil, I'll most definitely trade my emotions for something else. I'm ruled by my emotions. I'm an emo-drunk. I'm the slave of PMS. I say things out of spite. I do things out of spite. I border between crying and laughing like the flip of a page.

Last night's episode of Grey's Anatomy made me both furious and upset, cos I can most certainly relate to it. The way McDreamy deals with the situation just makes me so frustrated. What's up with him pressuring Meredith into choosing him, and when she breaks up with the Vet, he goes "I think I need some space."?

And between George and Callie, he only realises that he wanna commit to her after she initiated the breakup. What's up with that? Only realising how much she meant to you after she's gone?

I totally dig what Callie said.
"Don't chase me anymore until you're ready to catch me."

Just what is up with that?
Quoting my favourite Korean drama, "Does it have to be so hard?".

YES!
Does it have to be so hard?!
Why do we always have to include all those unnecessary sensitivity, and play all those dumb games?
It's very obvious, it's crystal clear. There's only two sides of a coin.

So why does it have to be so hard?

I told you I'm one hell of an emo-chick.

Saturday, March 24, 2007

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The thing about me.

Being the intriguing character I have come to be, I'm absolutely amazed by the kind of things I do. I truly am.

I locked myself out of my room this morning.

Somehow somewhere in the deep deep recesses of my brain, I've become so accustomed to locking my room door whenever I leave the house, that I seem to have developed a natural unconscious reflex this morning.

Was happily having my breakfast and reading my book, with the thought of what a lovely day it was due to the mellow weather. When I'm done and was heading back to my room to continue lazing around, I realised the knob won't turn.

Nevermind, I thought to myself. Cos I've got a spare key hidden somewhere in the house. Muahaha!

But when I tried the key, the door wouldn't open. Why?

BECAUSE IT WAS THE KEY TO THE FRONT DOOR!

ROAR ! ! !

Gosh damn it. Seriously. The keys to the front door and my room, are the same design and colour, with only a different number engraving on it to differentiate it.

*ROAR*

And apparently, I had the wrong one duplicated.

*DOUBLE ROAR*

Just what is wrong with me?

I tried fumbling with the key and knob, hoping that it'll somehow open miraculously, but obviously it didn't. With all my possessions (cash & cell) in the room, I can't even call Sharon or Benny darling for help (not to mention I didn't memorise their 10 digit cell numbers).

My housemate got herself locked out of her room a few months back and she ended up asking her boyfriend to kick the door open.

So I thought of doing the same, but my bones threatened to shatter on me after a few feeble attempts.

Argh. Well at least I get to keep my bond intact.

The next best solution was to call up a locksmith and so off to the yellow pages I go, flipping flipping flipping. I got the number all right, but nobody's home. So I got no phone to borrow. Fantastic.

Waited till one of the housemate woke up (she was nursing a hangover thus didn't hear me knocking on her door). And may the force be with me. Help is finally here!

And so I called the locksmith and gave away 100 bucks just like that.

#$*%(%*@(*$)*%*!%)#

Stupidity can be so expensive.

And did I mention I dumped my lace top into the washing machine today without giving a second thought, and that it's now torn?

Ohh yeah, I did just that.

Am I brilliant or what?

But hey, look on the bright side. At least I started my Saturday in such an interesting way, and you guys get to have a laugh!

Friday, March 23, 2007

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2 feet away please.

Headed to Valentino with Sharon and Evee for dinner a few days back as I was craving for pasta. Wasn't really that fantastic but oh well, at least I had my pasta!

Today something awkward happened during Physics. Was trying to figure out how to work the equipments when this guy suddenly stood behind me, and had his arms around me to reach my prac book which I was holding in my hands, and started explaining stuff. I was too shocked to react.

I know I'm shorter than him, but what's up with that? And don't you have your own book?

And what's with people suddenly lying their heads on my shoulder from behind me, running their hands through my hair, and patting my head?

Plain weird. Just plain weird.

I need my personal space. Everyone has this invisible boundary and I'm no exception. Maybe I should wear a hoop around me or something. Or perhaps I should start screaming my head off when someone gets too close.

I'm not being prudish here. In fact, I like draping my arms around my friends' while walking, and I like being hugged from behind. But hey, having random strangers doing that to you isn't all that heart warming as it should be.

*grr*

And ohh... I got my hair cut earlier this week and so far, two people have commented that it's cute. Muahaha!

*happy dance*

All right all right. I'll stop being so retarded. But... HOHOHO!

And since I'm on such a self induced euphoric mood right now, I shall end this entry with an "act-cute" picture of myself. Lo and behold!

Shut up. I know I'm cute. Wahaha!

*snigger*

Prepared dinner for Sharon and myself just now, and I'm still so full from it! Please digest faster dear stomach. I'm so tired already and my bed is beckoning me.

"Elise... Come and lie on me... I'm so comfy and cool... And your teddy Charlotte is here waiting for you... Come to me Elise... Come..."

Ok, I'm starting to get delusional. So... good night peeps!

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

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Tingling

Seeing you and your messy hair, just makes me wanna run my fingers through them, and to take in the scent of your shampoo.

I miss you baby.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

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Two in a Club

Was supposed to be meeting Sharon and her friends for clubbing at Metro, but they pulled out last minute. Leaving Evee and me stranded there.

We ended up going ahead with the plan cos we're both in really lousy mood that night. Gotta let out all those pent up frustrations!

Evee spotted a couple of her friends, and I spotted Celest and friends. So we didn't end up having just each other for the night. Was approached by some forgot-what's-their-names, and ended up hanging around with them till we decided to leave.

Evee darling, don't be too upset all right? Just let it all out, let it go, pick yourself up, and move on. I know it's hard, but I'll be there if you need someone to talk to all right? We girls should stick together in times like this.

=)

Don't coop yourself at home girl. If you wanna hit the gym or just plain hang out, I'm just a dial away. Take care sweetie. And let's go clubbing again soon.

And here's a shout out to Celest.
I'm okay girl, and thanks for offering to get me some meds. And thanks so much for sending me the message last night, and calling me today to check on me. Hee.

Ohh... I'm so loved people! I love you guys too!

*muack*

Monday, March 19, 2007

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All Good Things (come to an end) - Nelly Furtado

Honestly what will become of me
Don't like reality
It's way too clear to me
But really life is daily
We are what we don't see
Missed everything daydreaming

Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end

Travelling I only stop at exits
Wondering if I'll stay
Young and restless
Living this way I stress less
I want to pull away when the dream dies
The pain sets in and I don't cry
I only feel gravity and I wonder why

Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end

Well the dogs were whistling a new tune
Barking at the new moon
Hoping it would come soon so that they could die
Dogs were whistling a new tune
Barking at the new moon
Hoping it would come soon so that they could die

Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end

Well the dogs were barking at the new moon
Whistling a new tune
Hoping it would come soon
And the dogs were barking at the new moon
Whistling a new tune
Hoping it would come soon so that they could die

Sunday, March 18, 2007

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Dialling for Doctor

I've been having the runs for 3 days now, and my lips are bitter tasting. The constant involuntary acts of licking and wetting my lips aren't doing me any better.

I know I know. I gotta stop disclosing my bodily functions to the public. I will try to remember that all right?

Well I guess I'm on my way to becoming an official member of the Puny Brain Association. Went clubbing last night (will blog about that when I get the pictures from Evee), and I drank. And there I was wondering, why was I getting tummy ache halfway through the night.

I didn't realise the reason behind it until I had the run again just now. Gosh. What is wrong with me? Argh!

I guess I need a new brain yeah? Any kind volunteers?
Pretty please?

Anyway, my precious mouse died on me, so I went to the city to get a new one today. Was looking around for a normal looking one, and ended up buying a really cute one instead!

There are also tiger prints, zebra stripes, and race car motifs. Absolutely adorable.

Ok people, gotta go continue with my assignments. And not to mention, I've got Biology and Physics tests tomorrow.
Yikes!

Saturday, March 17, 2007

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I was told . . .

. . . that I make a lot of weird noises.

This, I'm fully aware of.
Whenever I'm in panic mode, or when I get too excitable, I start making incoherent noises to calm my nerves, or to tame my excitements. I do that too whenever I'm agitated.

I'm sure there'll be people around to verify that. Especially those who have been on the phone with me for long hours. Opps.

And occasionally, I will stamp my feet to go along with those noises. This only happens in public, when I'm on the extreme scale of mood. But it certainly happens a lot when I'm alone. Wahaha.

. . . that I have funny facial expressions.

Once, I was calling someone and he didn't pick up, so I had this really annoyed expression after hanging up. I think I was frowning and had a slight pout. My friend commented that that was cute, and asked me to be annoyed as often as I can.

All right, what kind of friend is that?!

Perhaps I do have funny facial expressions, but who doesn't? The Rock sure has one hell of a weird expression.

Monday, March 12, 2007

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I hate bugs.

Something's bugging me no end.
It's making me so cranky, so irritated, so upset, and so unreasonable.
If this goes on, I'm gonna end up with a permanent frown on my face.

Damn it.

Bring me an island where I can scream my heart out.
Bring me a punching bag which I can vent all the frustration on.
Bring me someone whom I can cry to.

Argh.

Maybe it's having 3 tests in a day.
Maybe it's the water lodged in my ear.
Maybe it's all the weird things someone said.
Maybe I'm just way too tired.
Maybe.

Pretend you didn't read this.

I'm actually doing great. So great.

Sunday, March 11, 2007

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Candy galore !

Roamed around the city for the whole of yesterday, bustling around from shops to shops, and alleys to streets.

Bought a couple of stuff and had so much fun! Was practically laughing non-stop, with all the crappy things we were talking about.

"I think I'll need some botox."

"Why don't I get some random silicon, and inject it for you?"

"Elise, we've only just known each other for a while, had a couple of lunch together, and today it's only our first shopping trip. The trust is still not there all right?"

"Aww... Sob sob. You've broke my heart into pieces!"

"Oh. I'm so sorry."

"Watch where you're going. You're stepping all over my heart!"

"Oh sheez! I'm so sorry."

"Oh. And you don't even bother picking them up huh?"

"Oh ok. I shall sweep them all up and give it back to you."

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"Now you've broken my heart from pieces to dust!"

"Oh shit! I'll need to use a vacuum now."

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"The first French word I learnt was "fuck". I remember how it's spelled, but I can't remember how it's pronounced."

*picked up random French dictionary*

"Ohh... There it is. They actually have it here!"

"Let me check if they have it in Italian."

*picked up random Italian dictionary*

"They have it too! I wonder what's "bitch" in Italian."

*flip flip*

"Oh there it is. So now we can say "fuck off bitch" in Italian."

"Yeah man. I shall incorporate it into my everyday conversation from now on."

We came across a candy shop which sells all kind of candies imaginable. There's those plastic miniature coke bottle with coke flavoured powder inside, which we used to buy from the mama-shop in primary school days. There's even glow-in-the-dark gum!

"Do you want to get anything?"

"Nope."

"I think I'll get you the glow-in-the-dark candy."

"What? You're afraid I'll get lost in my room at night?"

"No. You will need it when you go jogging next time and got lost."

Everywhere is starting to sell winter clothing, and this just reminds me of the horrible fact that I don't have any! I'm still lusting for that Zara jacket I saw before flying over. Tsk tsk. Should have bought it then. Argh!

And damn, I'm still on the lookout for those gorgeous round-toe pumps I want. Saw this really gorgeous pair yesterday, but the price is really gorgeous too. Damn. As soon as I get the call that I'm hired, the shoe will be mine! MINE! Muahaha!

Oh well, enough of my madness people. Gotta go get my things done.

Tests tests and more tests! And did I mention pracs?

Friday, March 09, 2007

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mash potatoes, yeah yeah yeah

After having hot spells of over 40 degree C for the past few days, the weather is finally showing some mercy! The last couple of days had been so hot that I dread walking back to the house from College. Even though it's only a less than 10 minutes walk!

The warm air alone, makes my skin sting, as though I've been under the sun for hours. Yikes!

I'm glad for the drop in temperature, but it's a little too cold for me. Was walking to class today when I suddenly asked "Can we walk under the sun? I'm feeling cold.".
David stared at me in disbelief, as if I'm outta my head. And I just said "I'm starting to have flu already!".

Ahh... I'm such a weakling right? Tsk tsk. Shame on you Elise!

And as I'm typing this entry, I'm shivering. What the hell?! How the heckity heck am I gonna survive winter???

*pouts*

Anyway, I think I'm teacher's pet!
I've had this nagging suspicion for quite a while there, and after some careful observation, and a comment from my classmate today, I think it's true.

Was late for Physics today, and you will not wanna be late for Physics. Cos the lecturer is quite a tight-ass when it comes to punctuality. He will literally bite your head off!
He made it clear from day one that should you be late, you gotta stand outside the door until he says you can come in.

And so I was standing outside the lab, with a really sheepish grin and apology, and he said "So here we have a very late Elise. Now come on in, and you better sit down quietly.".

Halfway into the lesson, Wing Yan told me that she was late too. By 5 minutes. And she said Steve scolded her for being late.
And that is how I came to the conclusion that I'm the teacher's pet!

I've never been a teacher's pet. More like teacher's headache, and perhaps, nightmare for some. Wahaha.

Well from now onwards, I'm gonna be calling my mummy dearest, Mummy Lim! She emailed me last night, saying something along the line of "Hello? This is your Mummy Lim here. Hopefully you have not forgotten that. It's been ages since you last called or emailed me. So do you still want me and Li Sen to go over in June?".

And this just reminds me of the fact that I haven't called home for ages. I think my Daddy Tan must be thinking he has lost a daugther. And a very cute one! Hoho!

"Have you been to Melbourne?"

"Nope. Why?"

"Wanna make a trip down during one of the holiday?"

"Why would I wanna do that?"

"Erm... To visit?"

"Do you have relatives there?"

"Nope. Well it made no sense to go alone right? I might end up lost."

"How would you possibly end up lost?"

And that's when I told him about my jogging-around-the-neighbourhood-and-got-lost story. He was laughing so damn hard. Curses!

And Farhana darling, I finally found someone who shared the same sentiment as you.

"My friend said that I should have stuff my cell in my bra."

"Yeah. Why didn't you do that?"

"Why would anyone do that?!"

When he asked that, he had a serious face on.
Ok. Some minds are just not meant to be comprehend by mine. We operate on different frequencies. Lol.

All righty people, it's too cold! Gonna go wrap myself in my blankie and maybe fall asleep. Toodles!

Thursday, March 08, 2007

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I guess this is it.

You and I made it clear right from the start that should either of us stop liking each other, it'll be made known to the other party.

I know you aren't used to someone like me. I'm far too quiet, and not expressive enough.
I'm not used to someone like you either. You're very expressive, and outgoing.

There had been quarrels over this issue times and times again, and I think you finally gave up.

It has been brewing in my mind for the past few weeks, to tell you this . . .

"If you find someone whom you think you have a better chance of being happy with, just let me know."

But I never got around to telling you that, because me being me, I kept everything to myself. You always tell me that I'm not transparent. That I have to tell you how I feel.

I guess I should have told you that sooner, instead of letting you carry on with this unhappiness and misery.

I'm not ignorant of everything that's going on between you and I. Things that should have been trashed out, we didn't manage to. And it just piled up and built up.

It's meaningless to say all this now yeah?

You once told me that you sensed a barrier from me, and asked me to just let it go. But because I know my weakness, I didn't.

Unknowingly, I think I might have fallen for you.
And this is what I've been dreading. Cos I know I fall hard when I do.

But as promised, I'll be letting you go.
I'm not going to pretend that it's easy, nor am I going to dramatise it.
I will get over it eventually. I always do. It's just a matter of time.

Guess it's just not meant to be.
You'll have a better chance with someone else.

But thank you for your lope-sided smile, your boyish grin, your irresistible tantrums, your reprimands whenever I left the lights off when we went out, and your reminders to lock up.
Thank you for just being you.

And I'm sorry for all the nasty things I said.

Friday, March 02, 2007

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Hogs Breathe Cafe

The Best A Steak Can Get

Had a group dinner with a bunch of friends some time back, at Hogs Breathe Cafe (somewhere in Northbridge).

It's rather tavern-like, cos its all woody and stuff. And it's really interesting that car license plates are used to adorn the beams. Adds a feel of retroville to it.

I was told that if I ever wanted steak, this is the place to go. And apparently, the cafe thinks so too. Cos its tagline is - The Best A Steak Can Get!

The serviette there is rather interesting.

It says - No Chewing With Your Mouth Open.

I had the Calamari Prime Rib with mash & salad. The mash was really thick and smooth, and the salad was great. As for the steak, I don't think it's the best. Better than average? Oh well, IMO that is.

After we had dinner, we stayed around for quite a while, fooling around and laughing like a bunch of loonies. And we tried to get artistic with the leftovers!

Creatively done by Sharon & I, with the help of a curly fries, 2 drinking straws, and a little umbrella from one of the cocktails!

I got a rose that day.

I still have the rose with me, on the table beside my bed, all dried out & reddish black. It's one & only leaf has fallen off. Quite a pathetic sight I must say. Hahaha.

Anyway, if you guys wanna give it a go, there's a Hogs Breathe Cafe at Vivocity. And speaking of which, I have yet to go to Vivocity.

*shrugs*

Thursday, March 01, 2007

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Hillarys Boat Harbour

Had lunch with Sharon & Evelyn on Sunday at VicPark, and the initial plan was to head to Subiaco after that for a walk. But by the time we girls were done with our lunch, endless chattering, and sending Evelyn to work, it was nearing 5pm. So Sharon decided to head to Frementle instead.

Had a so-called "tour" of Fremantle, cos I've yet to "officially" roam around there.

Fremantle is rather OC-ish, with the boats and whatsnot. And of course, there's always little quirks in Life. I wonder if the car is actually drive-able. Haha.

After our little tour, Sharon decided to head to Hillarys as I've never been there. We climbed onto this rocky area, and just sat there, enjoying the sea breeze, the view, and the peace and serendity of it.

That day I got to see the other side of her, and we talked about lots of stuff. In a nutshell, I'm just glad that we had such a day.

Sometimes you just crave for moments like that, whereby you sit down by the beach, listening to the wave, feeling the sea breeze against your face.

You want none of the hustle and bustle of life.

No loud thumping music, no yelling your lungs out trying to speak to your friends, no booze.

Just pure simple quiet moments.

I've often had moments when, all I wanna do is to lie on the beach, look at the stars, and just be quiet. With a really close friend by my side. There may not be any conversation between us, but that the act itself, is the best conversation ever.

We sat there chatting for hours, till the sun went home to bed, and the moon came out to play.

Isn't that beautiful?

What we often took for granted, are actually what justifies the bad of the world we're in. It just makes everything so much better, and just lifts your spirit up.

At that point in time, I was wondering if my friends and family are looking at the same sky as me. Whether they're in Singapore, Malaysia, Thailand, Taiwan, China, Australia, or anywhere else.

We ended up leaving Hillarys at around 9pm and headed for dinner. By then, I could no longer feel my bum! The result of sitting on solid hard rocks for hours! Hahaha.

But I had fun.