Monday, February 26, 2007
Love Actually
I'm in the mood for Christmas. :D Not that I'm exceedingly happy/elated or whatever today, because right now the extent of fatigue has brought my dirty smelly self onto my CLEAN soft bed. That's not a very hygienic move but times like such calls for my unsmart-ish conduct. On the contrary, apart from ab exercises today and the sudden ruthless dawning of a realisation (what the hell was that) that I am UNFIT, I don't think I am honestly happy. So that brings me back to my thesis statement of the day: I'm in the mood for Christmas. :D Christmas is a time (or so we like to think) to love and give selflessly and unselfishly. It is the time to show the very altruistic (or so we like to assume we actually possess such a noble quality) facet of ourselves. I'm in the mood for Christmas because at Christmas, people seem to be so happy, but well that's good enough I guess, seemingly happy. But after all its ok I suppose, because ultimately we're all always seemingly something. I'm in the mood for Christmas because Christmas is the time to share the joy, spread the joy, besprinkle the sugar of joy on the cake of life. And right now, I need like 8 tablespoons full of sugar. Oh pardon me, I meant 8 BARRELS of sugar. I'm in the mood for Christmas because I chose to be, because I like the mood of Christmas, I like how I'm always so excited for 25 December, I like how I'm always smiling even though I think my braces make me look ugl-y, I like how I sms all my friends at midnight wishing them a Merry Christmas, I like how everything unknowingly falls into place on Christmas. I like how you can actually sense SOME love on Christmas, which FAR EXCEEDS the "love" displayed during the wretched Valentine's Day. Yes, I love the spirit of Christmas. I cannot wait for Christmas. It is, indeed, the most wonderful time of the year.
So after typing a totally incoherent string of words, I foresee the threshold of a revolution. A revolution against Valentine's Day. Sometimes, the way I say things with such war-hero-like conviction, scares me.
tried to hunch; 7:11 PM
Friday, February 23, 2007
7 December 1941
Presently in front of my old television set watching the first war movie I fell in love with. You can't imagine how thrilled I was when I switched to Channel 5 to find an ever so familiar scene, of two young boys, a big field and an aeroplane. Was glued to the television ever since. I realised I'm still not over Josh Hartnett, still as charming as ever. The records have never gone this far before. I'm happy. (:
AND IT JUST ENDED. MY OH MY I MUST WATCH PART 2. WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. THE JAPANESE HAVE ARRIVED. THE AMERICANS ARE CAUGHT UNAWARE.
THE JAPANESE HAVE AWOKEN THE SLEEPING GIANT.
tried to hunch; 9:17 PM
Saturday, February 17, 2007
The Minority.
Mr Miyagi is one of the small minority who truly understand that on Valentine's Day, its not just about flattery.
Yours is not the heady, intoxicating first blush
It does not send me walking on clouds
It does not set my heart a flutter
It does not make me think idle thoughts of being with you.
Yours is the call to arms of all my senses
It breaks me from my dreams
It stops the music from playing
It sharpens the vision
It unclutters the mind
Yours frees me from mine
So that mine can be yours
As it should be, forever, wherever and whenever.
tried to hunch; 10:31 PM
Thursday, February 15, 2007
A Declaration of Love
1819 is a Mentality. An Idea. A Renaissance. A Renewal of Love. It is about Rekindling the lost flame. It is about saying No to the Naysayers.
1819 is about being Proud of Who We Are and What Made Us. We do not need other foreign sources. We are Immune to Kryptonite.
I Love SG.
I Love 1819.
tried to hunch; 6:58 PM
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
That Beautiful, again.
Feels like a good day to blog. Please people, support me in my Anti-Valentine's Day Campaign, otherwise known as Campaign against Valentine's Day. This stupid day has brought sorrow to many girls and boys alike I'm sure. Thankfully, I am not a victim. Such an over rated day should be eradicated from the face of this amazingly small planet, it has become so commercialised to the extent it has lost its very meaning. For some magical reason, everyone suddenly loves everybody, everybody says "I love you" to everybody as if they really mean it. People act too well, including myself, being caught up in this shameful act. ACT. Sincerity is something people have long forgotten. As long your act is convincing, that's all that matters because that's all people are going to get. There's no love. Not anymore. Wake up your idea people. While you guys spend your parent's hard earned money or your treasured savings on getting dysfunctional gifts to appear caring concerned and sweet and whatever, I have more important issues to attend to. Why are you fools celebrating a dumberfied Valentine's Day and being totally ignorant and selfishly indifferent about Total Defence Day? You call yourselves Singaporeans when you don't know, yet alone PRACTICE, the five aspects of Total Defence. You'd be in
YOUR MOST SORRY STATE when the North Koreans come I tell you. To all the males who disdain the very thought of National Service, I say go migrate to Iran instead.
I'd be remembered as Denise Cheong - The Patriot since 1819.
tried to hunch; 10:40 PM
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Dissipation.
Was thinking more than I should have today. The idea of "Dissipation" and "Disappointment" encompassed my thoughts. And this isn't about my results, although I have much to rant about if I actually had the mood to. !#$$#%$#%$#^@%@^#%$& I listen to the people around me in UTTER and PAINFUL DISBELIEF.
Sometimes, life doesn't really do justice to you, even when you think you deserve something so much more.
Disintegrating into some thing I don't recognise, I wonder if the mirror is telling lies.
Chinese music calms you down sometimes, depending on who sang it, it might totally piss you off otherwise.
tried to hunch; 10:36 PM
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
What the.
Stop reading so much into my previous post lah. I'm trying to be a bit creative here,
RIGHT CHARLENE?? ):
tried to hunch; 12:47 AM
Sunday, February 04, 2007
The Son-In-Law
Eloquent and proficient in his choice of words, polite and obsequious in nature, he very much impressed her Daddy. Her Daddy had always enjoyed his company, engaging in more-than-casual talk, getting furious about politics together, going wild during soccer matches. Intelligent boy he was, speaking his mind even about the most random things, in a very sophisticated arrangement of letters and words, almost like poetry. She used to listen, and listen, in awe of his gift of creating such impassioned talk. This queer attraction disturbed her somehow, in a good way.
She wondered why he chose her to be the woman he'd spend the rest of his life with. She was no where near as voluble as he was, a little childish at times, like a baby he used to describe. Sometimes she wondered if he made the right choice, because she definitely did. She was in love with him. He was so gentle. He caressed her soft hands on chilly nights, and drew her close to him when he sensed even the slightest bit of anxiety or despair in her wild eyes. She would steal glances of him for fun at times, despite actually being able to gaze into his eyes for as long as she wanted. This always made him laugh, because he'd always catch her looking. Everyday, they'd fall in love with each other all over again, with every lingering glance, every fleeting touch, every stolen kiss, every heartbeat skipped, every promise made, every tear dropped.
It was unexplainable, yet so undeniable.
tried to hunch; 12:50 AM
