_ ______ ____ ___

I wish I were some talented litty person who could immediately launch into an archaic poem to hide what I want to say under. But what I want to say, many have said before, and I afraid it would be all too transparent.

Down in the little paved streets
Under the dim lamps
You stand, a shadow cast upon earth.
Are you watching or waiting?

And the time keeper patrols, keeping me
Here in a lost memory
I am entombed, yet enthralled
Am I ever going to be freed from the prison of my making?

Two runners running on skew lines
Different paths that would be destined to never meet again
Worlds apart.

Two lands linked by a chasm
Different thoughts will never reconcile.
Hearts that yet murmur rumours of the other.

God. It's been a long time since I tried this. It's HARD! I am gonna stop here. Anyway, it doesn't really makes much sense to me. Hahas.. I just want to say _ ____ ___. Hahas. I'm feeling the satisfaction of doing a Rich.

Truthfully, I am feeling quite emo now. Yet emo is not something I bring out to the table to talk about anymore. I have long learnt how to deal with it: to suppress it. For those who want to know more about it, I find nigahiga quite informational (more funny actually).

Let's not talk about it though...

nyKRT team tee.

I have the feeling of pregnancy. The feeling of delight when one sees the product of his creative energy. Ahhh~


The Kayak Racing Team tee is out! I only designed the back. The front is totally the effort of our dear Audrey. But would you look at that?! I've had this design for 3 years and finally it's out in print!! And everyone on the team would wear it. I feel for the first time, proud!

The 952nd Saturday of My Life.

It is oddly comforting for me to have so much time on my hands on this very Saturday unlike many of my other Saturdays. I would have thought it disconcerting to stay at home for the most part of the day, tempted by my beautiful Mac; or having to listen to the petty little quarrels that my family is so fond of. The true story, however, was quite unexpected.

I was not at home all day bien sur! I was out first thing in the morning for my piano lessons. I was not much good, as usual. I wonder when a wondrous gift will descend upon me, afterwhich I would require no practice to play very well indeed. Yes, I hope all the hours of my life for such a miracle to happen!

An interesting highlight of the day was probably the fact that I queued up for 4-D just for amusement in my waiting for my dear Mother and Sister. They were unfortunately quite late in meeting our appointment. You can imagine what I was forced to do at the end of the queue! I ended up buying a Quick Pick ticket. Singaporeans hate people who queue only to give up their slot, you know. They would give those dirty looks that say, "did you just stand in front of me to irritate the hell out of me by taking up space?" or "wah liao, don't buy queue what f***?"

The Singapore Pools proved to be much too efficient on this day, such that I still had to buy a set of The Straits Times to wait out for my family, who are no doubt putting on the finest cosmetics of sleeping clothes to venture out into the Market. By the time we finally got to our Brunch, the duck was very much dead, roasted and braised.

Afterwards in the afternoon, I met up with Pamela for some soup at the Soup Spoon. Calories added to my already generous belly! I must say these days are horrendous for me, what with the low security I have of my personal image. Not to mention the various disadvantages of feeling plus-sized such as backaches, bad hair, etc.

Anyways, I suspect I was a decoy for meeting someone else. Hmm..

Another keyboard lesson was in order in Hsia Pin's house in Pearl Bank where I learnt to play various songs such as Be Still and O Praise Him. Nothing very remarkable I'm afraid. My phobia of playing has not really resided. I wonder where the source is from really, but I cannot find it. Everything that is of my hand just somehow sounds bad. It seems that the world is as ill at ease with me as I am with it.

On a side note, Jonathan Strange has finally arrived in my reading. The book is promising to be quite a good read despite its imposing appearance. Do dig in if you manage to procure a copy. Or ask me nicely enough, and I would find the nearest chance to loan it to you.

With that, I should retire. Have a pleasant Saturday night. Au revoir!

Money makes the mind go materialistic.

It's PAY DAY!!! Actually more accurately, it's ONE DAY BEFORE PAY DAY!!!

I am really thinking of getting myself the Nike Plus Sportband. Ahhh.. Yes, yes, I know I said I won't buy anything from a money grabbing conglomerate like Nike.. but it's a watch. And I probably can dig a hole in my Mizuno's to fit in the sensor right? right??

I actually wanted to stay in camp today to save some money, but I forgot my darn keys. (BOOO..)
So I ended up going to Starbucks to read Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell by Susanna Clark. It was pretty cool, really. The New York Cheesecake I had for dinner was also tasty =)

I tried buying Sara Bareilles, but apparently the Sembawang Music Centre in Northpoint is too backwater for them to stock her. (WTH?) I ended up whiling away in Popular - which really isn't as bad as it sounds. I think my lot and calling in life is really to start a bookshop cafe and stay in it all day =D. So anyways, I ended up buying a pen so that I will not buy something else. And I must say it writes really REALLY well. It flows like grease and makes my words look oh so pretty! Hahas. Himbo! The downside is of course, it looks like brown things you pass out of your body (choose shit or bogey). Look:
Unappetising!

I so want to get a FOUNTAIN PEN! I don't really know why. I'm just obsessed with it. I saw a $20.15 one at Popular. Yet I think I probably will get some crash and totally regret when I really do get one. Get a grip man!

Okay okay. I should go bathe and sleep now. Ta ta!