Time was away and somewhere else,
the months of silences flew by
replaced by chitterchatter of girls
in blue uniforms with grey
the wife and me went to orchard today
for the first time in a long time.
Picked off right where we left off,
its been too long.
Friday, September 29, 2006
now that our buzz grp presentation is o-v-e-r...
pretty smiles
and monkey faces.
and the group,
the lovely gracie baby with her swishy hair
with housewife-cupcake-making huiying looking oh-so-happy;
and the sweetest little yvonne smiling away.
:) cheers, and the big project is gonna quite a hilarious time together.
and cheers, for making this friday morning this much fun.
pretty smiles
and monkey faces.
and the group,
the lovely gracie baby with her swishy hair
with housewife-cupcake-making huiying looking oh-so-happy;
and the sweetest little yvonne smiling away.
:) cheers, and the big project is gonna quite a hilarious time together.
and cheers, for making this friday morning this much fun.
i don't want to study anymore,
at least not till monday.
i'm tired.
and i'm gonna go watch a movie
after what i think will be a disastrous
tax test later.
come on, my steffie baby,
grab those oversized bags with
laptop + adapter + file + classnotes + textbook + maybe2textbooks + hp + wallet + SMUcard + mouse + money + feminine hygiene + lipstick + lipbalm + pencilbox + randomsweets + foolscap pad
yaya.
we're off to the cinema, my steffie baby & i.
at least not till monday.
i'm tired.
and i'm gonna go watch a movie
after what i think will be a disastrous
tax test later.
come on, my steffie baby,
grab those oversized bags with
laptop + adapter + file + classnotes + textbook + maybe2textbooks + hp + wallet + SMUcard + mouse + money + feminine hygiene + lipstick + lipbalm + pencilbox + randomsweets + foolscap pad
yaya.
we're off to the cinema, my steffie baby & i.
Thursday, September 28, 2006
ethics
we're a rather odd bunch to put together
but i really like my ethics grp.
i think this might be,
the elected favourite grp this time around.
but i really like my ethics grp.
i think this might be,
the elected favourite grp this time around.
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
this manic crazy week has certainly taken its toll on me.
and my gawd, it's only tuesday, or rather, wee willy winky wednesday.
i'd be glad when its over, please stay off my back until friday night
cos that's when the last of the tests end.
(dog update? cooper has got ticks. quite alot of them.
with me not coming home much these days,
the poor dogs are suffering physically from my absence.)
and my gawd, it's only tuesday, or rather, wee willy winky wednesday.
i'd be glad when its over, please stay off my back until friday night
cos that's when the last of the tests end.
(dog update? cooper has got ticks. quite alot of them.
with me not coming home much these days,
the poor dogs are suffering physically from my absence.)
Monday, September 25, 2006
Sunday, September 24, 2006
my sunday school teacher told me once
she said, be careful who you fall in love with
because when you fall in love
you give a part of yourself to the person
a part of your heart you can't get back
and when you finally meet the one
you'd have less to give him.
a friend and i talked today of hurts and loves
of pasts, of presents, of seemingly too-lalaland future.
but in a rare burst of being open with names on my blog
today, here goes some shoutouts to the boys
who have a bit of my heart.
adriel who showed me what it was like to be loved, and treasured--who was my caccoon in the storm, who stood up for me no matter if i was in the wrong, and who appreciated and noticed the small things i did, and always called when he got home from school, dependable as the sun.
gabriel who to be honest i wasn't in love with completely, but nonetheless, showed me how to laugh at the situations that come my way, who coaxed smiles out of tears, who mastered making me sleep happy, bubbling and grinning.
ryan who showed me how to love someone with all that i had, who perfected the concept of dates, who was my greatest vice, yet my baddest attraction, who showed me love was about sacrifice, on both our parts, and who walked from his place to mine at 2 in the morning, to leave the next morning at 6 without ever complaining.
keefe who shows me love was not a balance sheet of things we do for the other, but a joy of giving, who makes me too addicted to naps wrapped in each other, who makes me dance in my step when we go out, as if the rest of the world faded away. who buys me little surprises, knowing it makes me smile, who holds my hand through my lowest, and remnds me my tears are too precious to waste.
i think i have been a lucky girl.
she said, be careful who you fall in love with
because when you fall in love
you give a part of yourself to the person
a part of your heart you can't get back
and when you finally meet the one
you'd have less to give him.
a friend and i talked today of hurts and loves
of pasts, of presents, of seemingly too-lalaland future.
but in a rare burst of being open with names on my blog
today, here goes some shoutouts to the boys
who have a bit of my heart.
adriel who showed me what it was like to be loved, and treasured--who was my caccoon in the storm, who stood up for me no matter if i was in the wrong, and who appreciated and noticed the small things i did, and always called when he got home from school, dependable as the sun.
gabriel who to be honest i wasn't in love with completely, but nonetheless, showed me how to laugh at the situations that come my way, who coaxed smiles out of tears, who mastered making me sleep happy, bubbling and grinning.
ryan who showed me how to love someone with all that i had, who perfected the concept of dates, who was my greatest vice, yet my baddest attraction, who showed me love was about sacrifice, on both our parts, and who walked from his place to mine at 2 in the morning, to leave the next morning at 6 without ever complaining.
keefe who shows me love was not a balance sheet of things we do for the other, but a joy of giving, who makes me too addicted to naps wrapped in each other, who makes me dance in my step when we go out, as if the rest of the world faded away. who buys me little surprises, knowing it makes me smile, who holds my hand through my lowest, and remnds me my tears are too precious to waste.
i think i have been a lucky girl.
Friday, September 22, 2006
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Saturday, September 16, 2006
the lights muted down to cozy
the soft music playing
and the frogs sing their familar lullaby
me and my own
in my fabulously, and famously
pink room with my lovely
mosaic bath, which has got to be
my favourite place in the world
there's just something to be said
when one's alone in the room
curling up with a good read
the conditions a dream, just the way i like
simple pleasures, simple pleasures.
i always wanted to be that kind of couple--
that drops sentences like "oh, we can't make it,
we'll be in Parma that week" and not sound stuffy
or exhausted, or too up there.
but wouldn't it be nice, to snuggle into each other
under a white umbrella in the rain at night
in new york city, dressed in a snazzy chic
razor cut skirt and white fitted blouse
and a light jacket, him in flat front pants
tie tucked into the pocket, and shirt button undone
just the way he wears it, second undone.
or ride twin camels in the desert part of egypt
and sit at those loud noisy eateries,
where the locals make merry
and are comfortable to scratch their bums
white linen dress whipping in the wind
him in a khaki linen shirt and those draw string pants
that end with leather sandals scruffy
with the dust of the yellow sand
or in a smoky bar in manhatten, sipping manhattans
and pink watermelon matinis,
in my little red cocktail dress
and him in a dressy tee and snug jeans
and laughing, pretty as a picture in our little corner.
wouldn't it be nice,
to finally see the billowing tents of the piazza
in itatly, wide-eyed at the colourful baubles around me
in a frenzy, the mis-mash riot of settings and design
dressed in a coloured sundress with a big shady hat perched
on my head, him clad in a shirt and three-quartered shorts
beer bottles in hand, and the other in mine.
or to rent a land-rover or the likes
and drive around australia, stopping where we will
to pick strawberries at the farm, or nuts or fruits
to visit the aboriginal shops where we try out bows and arrows
and buy silly war figure heads
for friends to hang above their beds
dressed in a spaghetti strap and sun shorts
him in a white t-shirt and board shorts
with flip flops on our feet.
wouldn't it be nice, darling
that maldives fantasy
that's just between us both.
the soft music playing
and the frogs sing their familar lullaby
me and my own
in my fabulously, and famously
pink room with my lovely
mosaic bath, which has got to be
my favourite place in the world
there's just something to be said
when one's alone in the room
curling up with a good read
the conditions a dream, just the way i like
simple pleasures, simple pleasures.
i always wanted to be that kind of couple--
that drops sentences like "oh, we can't make it,
we'll be in Parma that week" and not sound stuffy
or exhausted, or too up there.
but wouldn't it be nice, to snuggle into each other
under a white umbrella in the rain at night
in new york city, dressed in a snazzy chic
razor cut skirt and white fitted blouse
and a light jacket, him in flat front pants
tie tucked into the pocket, and shirt button undone
just the way he wears it, second undone.
or ride twin camels in the desert part of egypt
and sit at those loud noisy eateries,
where the locals make merry
and are comfortable to scratch their bums
white linen dress whipping in the wind
him in a khaki linen shirt and those draw string pants
that end with leather sandals scruffy
with the dust of the yellow sand
or in a smoky bar in manhatten, sipping manhattans
and pink watermelon matinis,
in my little red cocktail dress
and him in a dressy tee and snug jeans
and laughing, pretty as a picture in our little corner.
wouldn't it be nice,
to finally see the billowing tents of the piazza
in itatly, wide-eyed at the colourful baubles around me
in a frenzy, the mis-mash riot of settings and design
dressed in a coloured sundress with a big shady hat perched
on my head, him clad in a shirt and three-quartered shorts
beer bottles in hand, and the other in mine.
or to rent a land-rover or the likes
and drive around australia, stopping where we will
to pick strawberries at the farm, or nuts or fruits
to visit the aboriginal shops where we try out bows and arrows
and buy silly war figure heads
for friends to hang above their beds
dressed in a spaghetti strap and sun shorts
him in a white t-shirt and board shorts
with flip flops on our feet.
wouldn't it be nice, darling
that maldives fantasy
that's just between us both.
Friday, September 15, 2006
these days surprisingly i find myself surprisingly "on the ball" in school, and i seem to, for the first time in a long time, have caught up with all the terminologies that scream at me in class, and i seem to understand, again the first in a long time, and actually give a crap about the inane "..but prof..."s that my classmates spew at every pause the professor stops to take a breath.
but finally, finally i am juggling my eggs just right--Aristotle's nichomachean ethics, Hayek's libertarianism theory, caux round table principles of business,double taxation treaties, pioneer companies, expenses and what is capitalised, FRS 8 accounting polities changes in accounting estimates and errors, transitory income, non current assets held for sale, patents, copyright, author's life plus 70 years, full disclosure, has to be confidential in nature--my week in a hundred words or less.
it's been a mad month, a mad month to say the least, which has led me to, once again, pine and long for december. part of me wants to jump on the blog-cliche bandwagon and type "wake me up when september ends".
so she says to me, "you research outside readings ah?" and i snort, muttering, "seriously, how many hours do you think i have in my days? 30? because there's no time for additional work--i know what i said just now because i live with an incredibly smart sister that talks constantly, and majored in psychology, so sigmund's been a name not unfamilar."
but come on, how long can i keep this up? my waking hours are spent readings, or banging away on my mac countless replies to dumb emails that go "this is to REconfirm venue... GSR 3.5 SOB. pls cfm upon RECEPTION" (emphasis mine). seriously, i have my fair share of bad english days, and this was the 3rd email sent out by same grp requiring ALL of us to acknowlege receipt of the same meeting. which means everyone sends everyone an email, ending up with a bomb on the mailbox. i cannot remember the last time i slept in past 2 in the noon, or a time when i didnt go to sleep feeling too worn out.
and lets be serious, i've only in so far been putting icing on the cake, which at its core is unbaked and gooey. accounting 101 comes back and haunts you, especially when you don't understand contra-accounts. there are days, and i cannot kid myself that i wonder wtf is going on because i'm in over my head and i drown, and sink beneath the torrents of kpmg and pwc , income statements and taxation on interest income.
but finally, finally i am juggling my eggs just right--Aristotle's nichomachean ethics, Hayek's libertarianism theory, caux round table principles of business,double taxation treaties, pioneer companies, expenses and what is capitalised, FRS 8 accounting polities changes in accounting estimates and errors, transitory income, non current assets held for sale, patents, copyright, author's life plus 70 years, full disclosure, has to be confidential in nature--my week in a hundred words or less.
it's been a mad month, a mad month to say the least, which has led me to, once again, pine and long for december. part of me wants to jump on the blog-cliche bandwagon and type "wake me up when september ends".
so she says to me, "you research outside readings ah?" and i snort, muttering, "seriously, how many hours do you think i have in my days? 30? because there's no time for additional work--i know what i said just now because i live with an incredibly smart sister that talks constantly, and majored in psychology, so sigmund's been a name not unfamilar."
but come on, how long can i keep this up? my waking hours are spent readings, or banging away on my mac countless replies to dumb emails that go "this is to REconfirm venue... GSR 3.5 SOB. pls cfm upon RECEPTION" (emphasis mine). seriously, i have my fair share of bad english days, and this was the 3rd email sent out by same grp requiring ALL of us to acknowlege receipt of the same meeting. which means everyone sends everyone an email, ending up with a bomb on the mailbox. i cannot remember the last time i slept in past 2 in the noon, or a time when i didnt go to sleep feeling too worn out.
and lets be serious, i've only in so far been putting icing on the cake, which at its core is unbaked and gooey. accounting 101 comes back and haunts you, especially when you don't understand contra-accounts. there are days, and i cannot kid myself that i wonder wtf is going on because i'm in over my head and i drown, and sink beneath the torrents of kpmg and pwc , income statements and taxation on interest income.
lying in the sunshine
the decks move beneath
in waves, like waves that ripple the surface
of skin that flows endless
squinty bleary eye
the book is overturned, its pages
bleed into the flow, into the flow
onto the stained deck
the plop of the slap
made on the surface of the rippling skin
the startling sounds soothe
and so soon, too soon dissipates
but i sit in the classroom
the scream of the cooling unit
the kicking of feet
dreaming, always dreaming,
of hot summer days.
--Cecilia Lim
15.09.06
the decks move beneath
in waves, like waves that ripple the surface
of skin that flows endless
squinty bleary eye
the book is overturned, its pages
bleed into the flow, into the flow
onto the stained deck
the plop of the slap
made on the surface of the rippling skin
the startling sounds soothe
and so soon, too soon dissipates
but i sit in the classroom
the scream of the cooling unit
the kicking of feet
dreaming, always dreaming,
of hot summer days.
--Cecilia Lim
15.09.06
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Mobile blogging
There is a castle on a cloud
i like to go there in my sleep;
aren't any floors for me to sweep,
not in my castle on a cloud.
--les miserables
i like to go there in my sleep;
aren't any floors for me to sweep,
not in my castle on a cloud.
--les miserables
our dog-celebrity!
pls vist
a cooper a day,
found conveniently @ acooperaday.blogspot.com
gee, duh.
much loves!
a cooper a day,
found conveniently @ acooperaday.blogspot.com
gee, duh.
much loves!
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
i know i havent been a great friend to you, neither have i always been there.
actually when you called me the last time crying about the same person, i told you i disagreed with what you were doing and i told you this time i wasnt gonna help you cushion the fall, and i told you this time it's gonna fall to pieces, pray forgive me, i dont have the energy anymore to help you fight this battle, simply because it's been fought so many fucking times before.
and on my front, you've held me when i cried over the ex, you've rushed down to see me for my myraid of issues to which seems to have no end, you've made me smile whenever you knew i was sad.
but you know what? this time, i'm done with you.
i'm done. i'm done.
i'm screwed up, i know, you've bailed me out a million and one times.
but you know? at least i've always told you the truth.
about who i'm dating, what's happening and what's going on with me.
but you've said too many things, not in my face (which actually makes it worse, directed at my back)--and i dunno how to ignore it.
with me, at least, between friends, there's no half-fuck loyalty. it's there in the full or it's not.
anything in between is called pretense.
let's just stop pretending we're good friends.
we're both too busy to care for pretense.
actually when you called me the last time crying about the same person, i told you i disagreed with what you were doing and i told you this time i wasnt gonna help you cushion the fall, and i told you this time it's gonna fall to pieces, pray forgive me, i dont have the energy anymore to help you fight this battle, simply because it's been fought so many fucking times before.
and on my front, you've held me when i cried over the ex, you've rushed down to see me for my myraid of issues to which seems to have no end, you've made me smile whenever you knew i was sad.
but you know what? this time, i'm done with you.
i'm done. i'm done.
i'm screwed up, i know, you've bailed me out a million and one times.
but you know? at least i've always told you the truth.
about who i'm dating, what's happening and what's going on with me.
but you've said too many things, not in my face (which actually makes it worse, directed at my back)--and i dunno how to ignore it.
with me, at least, between friends, there's no half-fuck loyalty. it's there in the full or it's not.
anything in between is called pretense.
let's just stop pretending we're good friends.
we're both too busy to care for pretense.
Saturday, September 09, 2006
Friday, September 08, 2006
school has certainly kicked in for the hufflepuff and i.
(see our deteriating sense of fashion.)
finally we've come to the end of week 3.
this weekend beckons like a beacon of light.
rest and relax in the total sense of the words.
anyway, SHOUTOUT!!
dear turtle boy, were are you and why haven't you written?
i miss you, has wisconsin swallowed you whole?
are you done with holidaying and settled down with your pakistani roommate?
drop me an email, so i'm sure you're still alive.
cecilia.lim.2004@accountancy.smu.edu.sg
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
the crocodile hunter
1962-2006
i'm more than sad.
join me, friends, on a stingray diet.
for full story, read either of my sisters' blog
they who have suffered at my constant "i'm so sad" whinning.
(and blogged about it.)
i turn on the tv,
and nothing, and i mean NOTHING appeals to me anymore,
animal planet has suspended all shows featuring stevo,
in respect to his family.
who cares about jeff corwin or austin stevens?!!
animal planet will not be the same again.
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