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March 31, 2003
watched Adaptation. Good movie. Nicholas
watched Adaptation. Good movie. Nicholas Cage is good. The movie is ,though, typically postmodern, well-acted and thought-out. And how oxymoronic it is, for it to be typically postmodern. That's one up against postmodernism I guess. And I loved it when the movie went expectedly berserk and how it restores itself - pastiche of Hollywood plots or does it speak more? Or did it subconsciously, unwittingly fall into the trap? Even so, it's hilarious! And though the seats were uncomfy, the movie date was comfy and the movie was enjoyed! And I'm quite interested in getting a copy of the Orchid Thief myself.
Reading: Henry IV, Part 1 - William Shakespeare
Posted by lainey at 08:55 AM | Comments (0)
March 30, 2003
Hanging In There
I went for a party last night, and boy, did I enjoy myself.
I've never liked parties and I guess, as what one of the guys I've met told me, it's because I've not been to a good party for so long. Last night's party was fabulous, good company (considering the fact that I started with knowing only two people in the entire room), great fun from good company, intellectual and sincere conversation, great, danceable music, delicious food and lots of booze. Oh and of course, there's the party bitch that none of the other girls could tolerate. I think I enjoyed good conversation. And forming mild (are they mild? ;p) crushes on two of the guys there. I've not had such fun in a long time.
Now guys tell me, where have all the good fun gone to in a long time? =)
I'm glad I went for the party. I'm glad I met new people. And I'm glad I snapped out of whatever rut I was in. ;)
Posted by lainey at 01:32 PM | Comments (0)
March 29, 2003
Ha! As if!
Judging from my track record, this must be absolute bullcrap!
-Perfect- You're the perfect girlfriend. Which
means you're rare or that you cheated :P You're
the kind of chick that can hang out with your
boyfriend's friends and be silly. You don't
care about presents or about going to fancy
placed. Hell, just hang out. You're just happy
being around your boyfriend.
What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?
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Posted by lainey at 01:57 AM | Comments (0)
March 28, 2003
i'm fumbling. fumbling, tumbling somewhere.
i'm fumbling.
fumbling, tumbling somewhere.
i'm fumbling towards ambivalence.
ambivalence, ambiguity, nothingness.
don't make me into a nothing please.
Posted by lainey at 09:06 PM | Comments (0)
Friday Five
1. What was your most memorable moment from the last week?
Playing with the toddler Roshie was babysitting.
2. What one person touched your life this week?
Cheyenne - the aforementioned toddler
3. How have you helped someone this week?
have i? geez, ive been so self-obsessed the entire week. :(
4. What one thing do you need to get done by this time next week?
there's nothing quite pressing, is there?
5. What one thing will you do over the next seven days to make your world a better place?
read, clean up my room, pray, pray and pray more.
Posted by lainey at 09:05 PM | Comments (0)
March 27, 2003
out of time. we are
out of time. we are running out of time.
oh dear.
so why am i sitting here? totally immobilized.
we are running out of time dammit.
Posted by lainey at 01:25 AM | Comments (0)
Seeking Solace
God is my comfort. God is my strength. God is my assurance. God is my comfort. God is my healer. God is my strength. God is my strength. God is my strength.
God is my joy. God is my reason for going on. God is my reason for going on. God is my reason for going on.
God is my strength.
Posted by lainey at 01:08 AM | Comments (0)
March 23, 2003
silly lainey
Was pondering over a philosophical problem (yes, we actually have to do that) that i have to write for my paper due tomorrow and suddenly, an epiphany hits.
i've worked out the problem and i can now proceed, with no excuses, with my paper; unless of course another one comes along.
so in my excitement, i take a swipe of my coffee in smug confidence, and spilt the contents of the entire mug onto my singlet.
now i have to take a shower.
i must be the most duh person on earth.
haahahahaha! DUH!
Posted by lainey at 10:17 PM | Comments (0)
Bibliomania!
I guess I've not told you guys what I'm up to this year/semester. So here goes - the subjects I'm taken over summer and am doing now.
1) The Good Life In Ancient Thought
2) Asia, The Pacific, And The West In History
3) Postmodernism
4) Imagining The City
5) Psychoanalysis And Theory
Cool eh? I think so too. ;) There's alot to read, for classes, for assignments, for my last minute/last semester attempt to learn as much as possible before I leave an academic environment.
Here's the reading I've got waiting for me on my bookshelf this semester:
1) Slaughterhouse 5 - Kurt Vonnegurt
2) Aeneid - Virgil
3) The Moral Life - Steven Luperfoy
4) Still at, Nickel & Dimed - Barbara Ehrenreich
5) The Short-Timers - Gustav Hasford
6) The Portable Nietszche - Walter Kaufmann
7) Nietszsche - Martine Heidegger
8) The Freud Reader - Peter Gay
9) Shame - Salman Rushdie
10) The Crying Of Lot 49 - Thomas Pynchon
11) The Book of Daniel - E.L.Doctorow
And I've not added in all the prescribed reading for my course yet!
Can I do it? Am I too ambitious?
(crosses fingers and smiles my secret smile)
Posted by lainey at 07:46 PM | Comments (2)
March 20, 2003
My Little Prayer
God sends angels and works miracles in precious ways. I must remember that I have Him. If nobody else.
I've not prayed for months and I think I will start here. Not because I want to broadcast my thoughts, but because I want to trust my loved ones to Him. And invite you guys to pray with me too. :)
Dear Lord Father In Heaven
Lord Father,
I thank you for making a bad day good. I thank you that I have a housemate in Michelle, whom though I never thought of sharing my personal thoughts to her, I made a decision to do so today and I didnt regret it cuz she gave me a good hug and made me feel better, made me laugh and comforted me. Dear Lord, thank you for such saving grace so within reach in Melbourne. Let me learn to trust her and treat her as the friend you want me to be for her.
Lord I thank you for Kushi, for her understanding of my predicament because of the mere fact that we are in the same boat. Dear Lord, thank you for sending her my way just at the point when I'm at my wits' end. I know she has to be godsend. Lord, let us strengthen our friendship and our faith and our strength through You and my paranoia be quelled through her calm and comforting words. Let me be her support when she needs me the way she provided understanding and selfless support for me tonight. Thank you Lord, for letting me know that I'm not alone in this.
Lord I also thank you for sweet friends who care for me even when they are so far away. People like Jiaying and Gracie who have been there for me in their own ways even when they are so far away. Lord I pray that You shine your light over Jiaying and look after her, let her know that she is beautiful and perfect in Your sight and bless her and keep her in health and good faith. Lord, I also pray for Grace who is in Japan working right now. I pray that You will be her strength, her comfort and her refuge because she is, like me, away from friends and family in a foreign land. Lord let her enjoy the beauty of Your creation and see the world that You have created for us. Lord, also let her grow in Your presence, that being alone in Japan will make her stronger and more like You. Lord I place my two friends in Your trusting hands.
Lord I also pray for my family and friends. Lord, in this time of uncertainty and unrest, I pray that You will guide them along with their lives and not let any harm befall on them. Lord I pray that You keep them hopeful and not disillusioned and cynical with what's going on witht heir lives. Let those who are tired from work or study seek rest in You and let those who have to work and study hard and face challenges, find wisdom and strength from You. Lord I pray that You will keep them and protect them from all harm. Thank You Lord.
Lord, I pray also for my friend, Matt, who is going away for a while. He is worried, Lord, for his family in Greece, while he is gone. Lord I just pray that You will allay his fears and worries and let him learn to trust that You will take care of his family for him. Lord, I pray also, for the safety for all my loved ones that I can't be with now. I don't know how dangerous the global situation is, but I know everything is in Your hands. So Lord, may Your will be done and may we trust in You.
Lord, I pray especially for David. That You will keep him safe from everything and anything. From danger, from exhaustion, from bad thoughts or loneliness. Lord, be His strength, Lord shower your love upon him. I pray that you will take good care of him and not let him get frustrated or depressed or aggravated at times like this. Let him know that he is not alone and that he has family, friends and me who love him very much. Lord, I also put our relationship in your hands. That I know this is a trying period of time and I just want to let you know that I will commit it entirely into your hands. I will try to, and when I fail, Lord, I pray you will be there to help me up.
Thank you, Lord, for this time of prayer that I'm having with You. It's certainy something that I didn't plan for the day. Thank you, Lord, for giving me a sister who reminds me to pray even though she is non-Christian. Lord, take care of her for me too. Lord I just thank you for this opportunity of release and comfort that I can seek you in times of over-worry and I will talk to you more tomorrow. Thank You Lord. It's been great talking to you again.
Amen.
Hmm...this prayer is not so little after all, it seems. ;)
Posted by lainey at 11:17 PM | Comments (0)
Say A Little Prayer
I try not to write about my political views here, because I've had enough of airing them out during class discussions or over coffee with friends. Also, I am well aware that this is a non-political site, as much as I'm trying to figure out what to do with this site.
My sis spoke to me about an hour ago. Telling me not to worry, telling me not to worry. And she ended with the best advice she can give and she always gives since I gave my heart to him:
"Say a little prayer for him ok? Everyday."
The world is indeed on the verge of falling apart. And none of us can rightfully claim that we know what's going to happen. For those who know me more personally, you would definitely know why I'm in the position to worry. No, I do not have more right to worry than you, but what is happening is and has always been personal to me. And this is another reason why I can't air my political views here. Cognitive dissonance will ensue. What my political views present definitely contradict with my personal wish for what's happening right about now. Definitely.
Alot of friends have been concerned ever since the strike started, some have been concerned earlier on when the ultimatum was dished out, most have been concerned ever since the shit between two certain men in the world began. They asked me not to worry. And they try to tell me how safe his situation is. And I know, they are trying to help me alleviate my worries.
Question is, have I ever confided in you HOW worried I am?
Do not tell me it's gonna be alright. Do not tell me not worry. I probably know more about the work he's doing, the nature of his work, and the degree of security available for him, more than any one of you here. This I can say safely - I've done research, I've heard from the horse's mouth, hell, I've even heard from the horses's mates' mouths. Trust, I have an unbelievable wealth of knowledge about the situation in the world now and the organisation he is in, much more than any of you. Much more than I would like to possess. Much more than I'd ever imagined ever possessing.
I mean, hell, I'm just a girl, I'm just about daisies and fluff. Arn't I?
So don't tell me not to worry. Because you are not in any position to do so. I don't worry any more than I've worried before. I'm worrying the same everyday. Ever since I've chosen to give my heart to him. Yes. I knew what I was getting myself into and I am in it now. Whether I like it or not. No matter how estranged we are. I love him. I have to worry.
But not any less. Not any more. And nothing any of you will comprehend.
COmprehend how one can be worried. So worried. So damn worried. I worry if he eats right, I worry if he drinks right. I worry if he smokes too much, sleeps too little, drives too fast, races too often.
And even in times of peace, I worry about the nature of his job.
I can't do anything more, than perhaps to worry. Because I'm not there to look after him. And that's all I can do. I worry too, for my friends around the world, for my family back home. I've got a friend in Greece who is distressed for his family because hell, Greece is pretty damn near the area of conflict. I don't ask him not to worry. Because he has a damn right to. And I don't want to trivialise his right to worry for his loved ones. I can only ask him to take care, and believe in God, though I somehow think that didnt do much either. I worry because I'm not there with them.
So my sis presented me with the best solution ever. The best alternative next to worrying. To say a little prayer. For him. For the people I love. And that is perhaps, what I should start doing, if I really do care, and I really do love. And that is perhaps, what you guys should start doing too, if you really do care and want to be of help.
Just say a little prayer. For the world.
And get on with life. The best way your loved ones would want to see you getting on with life. I know I do.
I try, at least, I try.
Posted by lainey at 12:12 PM | Comments (1)
March 17, 2003
Life Goes On
So, I'm alone again. Naturally.
No tears. No fights. No begging. No compromises.
Just alone. On my own.
And all I can think is, bedlinen fresh from the dryer smells abso-fucking-lutely great. Cleaning out the bedroom is good. Is cathartic. Is all that should matter. And will matter.
Alone again. Naturally.
:)
Listening to: Another Lonely Day - Ben Harper
Posted by lainey at 03:33 PM | Comments (1)
and there's all of you
and there's all of you out there, trying your best to feel.
and there is me right here, trying not to feel at all.
wanna swap places? anyone at all?
Posted by lainey at 09:53 AM | Comments (0)
March 16, 2003
Movie Recommendation
Oh yeah, everybody has to watch Talk To Her.
I think it might just be my favouritest movie yet. :)
Posted by lainey at 03:50 PM | Comments (0)
Phony Issues
1. Do you like talking on the phone? Why or why not?
Depends on who is it. And when is it. I almost never say no to phonecalls from some people. And in Melbourne, a phonecall from overseas is almost always greatly valued; and appreciated.
2. Who is the last person you talked to on the phone?
The phone operator for the cab company. Had to call for a cab.
3. About how many telephones do you have at home?
Which home? The one here in Melbourne, only one, and we hardly use it.
4. Have you encountered anyone who has really bad phone manners? What happened?
Yeah. Hanging up too soon. But then again, I'm guilty of that myself. And I totally hate people who put me on hold, or call-waiting.
5. Would you rather pick up the phone and call someone or write them an e-mail or a letter? Why or why not?
Depends on what it is about and who is it. Some people are harder to talk to. Some people are harder to get. I don't like calling people and catching them at bad times. But sometimes, hearing the voice is all that makes the difference.
Posted by lainey at 03:32 PM | Comments (0)
Catching On, Moving Up
It has been a strange strange week. Sometimes, I am amazed at how so much intensity can manage to squeeze itself into one week of my life. And how I manage to block them all out. Or did I?
I have to deal with them. My screwed up friendship with a couple of people. I really don't know what to do with you, or how I can make you see what I want to make you see. My studies. They have got to start somewhere. And other little personal issues that are perhaps not so little in the big picture of things.
Maybe I take things too hard. Maybe life doesn't have to be this intense. But I don't know how to let up, loosen up and take life and its issues lightly. Over-drank last night. And I imagined/remembered saying alot of things to people. Things I should never have said. And I regret drinking. Of course I do. Why do you think I always order only tonic water in clubs? Not because I'm cheap okay. And I must remember never to drink again. The regret that inevitably follows is not worth that brief moment of release.
Just put Shan on a cab back to the airport. And as much as I didn't show it, or realise it, I felt a tinge of sadness as I walked back into the house.
There she is, gone. Back to Singapore.
And here I am, in Melbourne again. Alone. Again. Naturally.
It's like I've lost the feeling of having someone truly caring for me for one week. The week might not have been good, or fantastic. But in its own way, it was a sort of a saving grace for me.
Someone to talk to. Someone to laugh with. Someone to cry with. Someone to get angry at. Someone to bare my heart to. Someone to bare her heart to me. Someone to try to understand.
Both Sides Now.
And now, I'm on my own again.
And somehow, I'm think I might make it, even though my life is topsy-turvy and slightly screwed up. :)
Thanks for dropping by. :) -hugs-
Posted by lainey at 03:25 PM | Comments (0)
March 12, 2003
Horny Baby
Slow down everyone
You're moving too fast
Frames can't catch you when
You're moving like that
Inaudible melodies
Serve narrational strategies
Unobtrusive tones
Help to notice nothing but the zone
Of visual relevancy
Frame-lines tell me what to see
Chopping like an axe
Or maybe Eisenstein should just relax
Jack Johnson's Inaudible Melodies have a terrific effect on me. It absolutely turns me on!
I just wish he is here with me. So that I can slow dance with him into a looooooooooong sloooooooooooow screw....to this song.
yes!!!! to this song.
*grooves to the music*
argh..need to go running :p
Brushfire fairytales
Itsy bitsy diamond wells
Big fat hurricanes
Yellow bellied given names
Well shortcuts can slow you down
And in the end we're bound
To rebound off of we
Well dust off your thinking caps
Solar powered plastic plants
Pretty pictures of things we ate
We are only what we hate
But in the long run we have found
Silent films are full of sound
Inaudibly free
Slow down everyone
You're moving too fast
Frames can't catch you when
You're moving like that
Inaudible melodies
Serve narrational strategies
Unobtrusive tones
Help to notice nothing but the zone
Of visual relevancy
Frame-lines tell me what to see
Chopping like an axe
Or maybe Eisenstein should just relax
Slow down everyone
You're moving too fast
Frames can't catch you when
You're moving like that
Well Plato's cave is full of freaks
Demanding refunds for the things they've seen
I wish they could believe
In all the things that never made the screen
And just slow down everyone
You're moving too fast
Frames can't catch you when
You're moving like that
Slow down everyone
You're moving too fast
Frames can't catch you when
You're moving like that
Moving Too...
Posted by lainey at 11:05 PM | Comments (1)
Silver Lining
Sitting in my room. Fretting. Worrying my head off. And waiting for daybreak. I suddenly remembered. A friend once asked me why I loved my David so much. And I sheepishly answered that "I don't know". He was appalled, saying that if I don't know, I probably don't love him as much as I think I do.
Tonight, faced with such an event, and not knowing what to do, and having nobody on hand to be able to make me feel better, it suddenly struck me why I love him so much.
He has the ability. To make any of my tragedies seem okay. He has the ability to calm me down in times of the worst shit, and talk sense into a seemingly senseless situation.
Not even Mr Bastard who had such a hold over me, not even any of the guys I've dated, not even anyone, could get through to me the way he can.
But he's not here now. So I'm on my own.
Posted by lainey at 01:27 AM | Comments (1)
March 09, 2003
Perspectives
Ikram told me this morning that he thought he had an awesome yesterday. We had most of our saturday together. With slight variations in between. I went for a birthday brunch, went to the Moomba carnival, participated in an anti-war peace rally, (I) bought a peasant skirt, went for dessert and coffee at by the Yarra, went for a walk around the city with my friend, watched the fireworks (by the Yarra again), went for dessert/supper/dinner with friends, went to a friend's place to chill, went to the airport to pick Shan up. Came back. Chilled with her. Crashed. Exhausted. Felt miserable. Exhausted. Cried the night. And cried to sleep.
I don't say it wasn't a good day. But I just felt so traumatised by it. And Ikram thought it was a good day, in fact, an awesome day. It wasn't a bad day, but as the day went on, I got more and more exhausted. And I guess exhaustion begets misery.
I just want to rest. Need to rest. Need to work my life out. And I miss him.
I had a good day. But maybe I'm just the sort of person who needs to take things slow.
In Melbourne, at least.
Listening to: Without You - Bic Runga
Posted by lainey at 02:52 PM | Comments (2)
She started the floodgates..
I guess, I've sort of become the Queen of long-distance relationships. And Ingrid, my friend's girlfriend, is new to a long-distance relationship. And she asked me this:
"how do u live your days waiting for someeone who will not come back for months?"
That started the floodgates.
How do I live my days? Terribly. Like I'm in a dream. Like I'm in this world that I have no control over.
I want to be with him. I need to be with him. I have to be with him.
But I can't.
I can't feel him, hear him or touch him.
I can't do anything but wait.
So when Ingrid asked me the question, I wanted to help her. To help her cope better. To help her feel better. Because I understand how she feels. And how hard it is. And how painful it is. But it didn't stop me from crying. After not crying for so long.
How do I live my days?
By dying over and over again a million times a day.
Posted by lainey at 01:38 AM | Comments (0)
March 07, 2003
I Miss You
I miss you. Too many of you.
xx
You. The one who started it off. Pulled my hair, kicked my chair, made me blush, made me laugh, made me cry, made me angry. The one who brought me out on my first date. The one who watched all the disney movies with me. The one who tolerated me and all my teenage adolescent insecurities. The one who saw through me. And even saw through my puberty-struck geekdom and acne. The one who made me cry.
xxx
I miss you too. I miss your bastardy ways. I miss how we shouted and screamed at each other. How we cared so much for each other, too much. But how we never dared show it all out. I miss how we tried to pretend we didn't care. I miss you. I miss how you tried to control me - "Don't cut your hair. Don't smoke. Don't drink. Wear dresses." I miss how I tried to spite you. I missed how angry you got. I miss how I would never cry for you. And I still don't. And I miss how you would always come back into my life again. But I know you never will, not anymore. I miss late night drives with depressive music and windows rolled down. I miss your bigbig hands on my face. I miss you.
xxx
I miss you and all the majong sessions. The late night chats with you. The silly dinners and the stupid jokes. The walks in-between. I miss sitting on your bed, smoking and asking you questions. I miss sitting on your bed, sharing a cigarette and watching movies. So many movies. I miss sleeping in your bed and listening to your mp3s, while the sun seeps in from the side of your blinds, forming a little play against your wall for me and my pretend sleep. I miss your smell, and the smell of your room. Musky tobacco, cats and something else. Oh, of course I miss your cats.
xxx
I miss chatting with you. Talkin about everything and anything. Listening to music. Music I introduced you. Music you introduced to me. Miss your SMSes about the most mundane issues. That can make me smile at anytime of the day. I miss your emails. Your phonecalls. Your wake-up calls. I miss contact with you. However brief.
xxx
And of course, in missing so many people from the past. I have to miss you. I miss your daily phonecalls. Everyday before and after your work. I miss your daily emails. Then after a while, I miss you, the physical you. Being with you. Driving down highways to dance music - a whole new world I've never experienced. I miss cooking for you, I miss eating your bad cooking for me. I miss watching movies with you. All the war movies. All the non-war movies. Watching SNL, the Martin Short Show, all the TV I would never have watched on my own. I miss playing footsie with you. I miss all the pre-menstrual crying I would do. And the way you would give in to me after every fight. How you would, in your own sweet way, be the one to give in first. I miss you holding me tightly to stop me crying, stop me screaming, stop me going insane. I miss your lips, your touch, your skin, your everything. I miss you whispering in my ear. I miss you holding me to sleep. I miss me rubbing your back. I miss you talking to Jonah. I miss your little theatricals with Jonah. I miss Jonah. I miss you. And I hope I don't have to miss you or Jonah for too long.
xxx
How many people can a person miss at one single time?
Posted by lainey at 04:17 PM | Comments (0)
am sick today. so am
am sick today.
so am feeling misanthropic too.
i miss you.
Posted by lainey at 12:12 PM | Comments (0)
March 06, 2003
Trying Our Best
Darryl played me out today by calling sick and rescheduling for an appointment next week. NEXT WEEK? I got so demoralised and I tried to rationalise that he has a right to get sick too but I remained miffed and angry and hurt.
So much so that I couldn't get out of bed.
Hid under the covers for a really long time.
But MK called me to remind me of our running date - date to go running together. He sounded so nice that I had to stash the thought of not turning up on him. So I hurled myself out of bed. Track was closed. We decided to run along Yarra River instead.
Running along Yarra River blind as a bat, I wasnt wearing my contacts nor my glasses, made me really suspicious and paranoid. So the obligatory six kilometres I usually run so effortlessly on the track, felt almost impossible. MK was nice and patient and encouraging to me. And that somehow managed to make me feel more uncomfortable. Yarra River's pretty but running out of my comfort zone and not being able to see anything is freaky. Shall endeavour to alternate Yarra and the track from now on.
I mustn't give up on running. Cuz it will preserve my sanity.
Received an email from Mom. She'd promised to send me an email when I spoke to her on Monday. And she did so. Sometimes, I think, Mom is the only person on earth who never fails me. She always does what she promises. NEver once did she fail me. And when she did fail me, it's not because she didn't keep her promises; it's merely because I had too high, too unreal an expectation of her.
She has never once failed.
Everytime she said she would do something. She always does it.
Like when I called her to tell her I need money. She would send it immediately.
Or when I can't find my keys and told her it's gone forever, she would search and they would appear.
Or when she says she would buy me this. She would.
When the bank failed on our transaction, I freaked out, she told me things would be fine, and she screwed the bank upside down and things became fine.
And when she says she would call. She definitely calls. On time. On the dot.
And now she said she would email. And she did.
But I always take her for granted.
I live my life expecting the entire world to disappoint me. Yet the one person closest and dearest to me never disappointed me. And I'm the one who's always disappointing her. Life is such a tragic irony.
Anyway, I digress.
Mom emailed me about her life and thoughts. Just as she promised to. Just as she asked me to do the same. I know she's trying. Trying not to be sad. Trying not to be bothered by the events that had occured in the past few months, years. Trying not to be the bitter person I keep scolding her for becoming. And she's finally trying. I can feel her trying.
And because I can feel her trying. I also want to try. She's trying to become the person she knows I want her to be.
And so, I shall try to become the person she wants me to be too.
We will both try our best. Ok?
Posted by lainey at 12:27 AM | Comments (0)
March 05, 2003
10 Best Places For Me To Live In
I was surprised, but extremely pleased to see San Francisco come up for first place. And San Diego only ranks 12. Well, at least it ranks somewhere. :) Funny how it's only about American cities. No. Pity is more like it. I would like to see myself belonging in Singapore. Somewhere. Somehow. No matter what.
1 San Francisco, CA
2 Boston, MA-NH-ME
3 Los Angeles-Long Beach, CA
4 Long Island, NY
5 Washington, DC-MD-VA-WV
6 New York, NY
7 Seattle-Bellevue-Everett, WA
8 Pittsburgh, PA
9 Rochester, MN
10 Stamford-Norwalk, CT
Posted by lainey at 01:06 PM | Comments (1)
March 04, 2003
two words. shan's coming. :)
two words. shan's coming. :)
another two words. i'm ecstatic! ;)
Posted by lainey at 11:10 PM | Comments (0)
Autumn in Advance
Autumn's here really soon. Been rainy. Rainy rain rain. Not that that's not a good thing. Just that I've been getting caught in the rain once too often, and thus little weak me is falling sick. As usual. Can't fall sick.
Also, I've not finished "wearing" my new summer purchases. I'm ultimately vain, you know. And I don't want to wait till when I go back to Singapore, or the Californian summer, to wear 'em. Frankly, I doubt I'd wear some of my new summer purchases in erm Singapore. Because it's just not right. Hmm.
Am really busy.
Am really tired.
But mind is on this full-alert mode because there is so much work to do. So I can't sleep. Though I know at the end of it all, it's better for me to sleep, cuz I need to rush through one entire hectic final semester.
There's much I'd want to blog about. But there's no time. So hopefully, time finds me soon.
Am busy.
Am stressed.
But am good.
Can I do it?
I have to.
There is no other choice.
:)
Posted by lainey at 11:07 PM | Comments (0)
March 03, 2003
let's see how long this can last..
-smiles-
-more smiles-
-more more more smiles-
-SMILES-
:)
=)
;)
=D
-smiles-
Posted by lainey at 12:52 PM | Comments (0)
March 01, 2003
Just Because Cloudy Asked Me To...
blog! :)
Got caught in the rain.
Walked in pretty park today.
Walked in pretty park in the rain today.
Walked in pretty park in the rain today amongst cute guys with luscious dogs.
Walked in pretty park in the rain today and messed up hair.
I love parks.
I love trees. Friendly trees.
I love the rain.
And I love men and their dogs.
But, can see-no touch. :)
And I love my him>. :)
Today, the world is a better place to live in, than yesterday.
The problems can come, but I will handle them the best I can.
And Jonah's going on a at-least-six-month, halfway-round-the-world cruise on Monday.
Lucky boy. Better buy some souveniers back for mommy okie? :)
Posted by lainey at 10:02 PM | Comments (0)