Jay The Americans--come a little bit closer

In a little café just the other side of the border
She was just sitting there givin' me looks that made my mouth water
So I started walking her way
She belonged to that man, José
And I knew, yes I knew I should leave
When I heard her say, yeah

Come a little bit closer
You're my kind of man
So big and so strong
Come a little bit closer
I'm all alone
And the night is so long

So we started to dance
In my arms, she felt so inviting
That I just couldn't resist
Just one little kiss so exciting
Then I heard the guitar player say
"Vamoose, José's on his way"
Then I knew, yes I knew I should run
But then I heard her say, yeah

Come a little bit closer
You're my kind of man
So big and so strong
Come a little bit closer
I'm all alone
And the night is so long

------ instrumental break ------

Then the music stopped
When I looked the café was empty
Then I heard José say
"Man you know you're in trouble plenty"
So I dropped my drink from my hand
And through the window I ran
And as I rode away
I could hear her say to José, yeah

Come a little bit closer
You're my kind of man
So big and so strong
Come a little bit closer
I'm all alone
And the night is so long

La la-la-la la-la
La la-la-la la-la
Ho ho la-la
La la la-la

our ethics presentation is finally over!~





my lovelies, lovelies.
huiying, yvonne & grace.
*hugs*

for some reason today i feel this surge of self-pity
must be because of the frickin cramps
which i cannot seem to shake despite
the number of pink pills i've popped

today i feel, for a lack of a better word,
weird.
w e i r d like i want to laugh and cry out loud
abit like those schizo AJ days when we'd
laugh and cry and eat and laugh and cry
part of me now feels insanely jealous
yet insanely loving

part of me feels not special
and wants to melt under the table to sleep
all of me feels weary
but my eyes are artificially bright
with an artificial gleam.

part of me is angry, because while you say i'm
your first love, it isn't totally true
and we both know it.
and sometimes we sit in the car and it feels even
wider a chasm.

my ethics class at 8.30 hits me like a sleeping pill
pulling me under the words
dragged under the currents of need to sleep
groan

today. tomorrow, then it'll be over.
untl monday. when the mad rush begins again.

-.- tax planning is a lullaby
and in this room, time seems to warp
and slowwwwww down to a point which
pricks my skin.

yellow orbs swirling
and part of me just crashes,
simply because you're
a million miles away.

and the worst part of the distance?
that would have to be the unequal unequal affection
because i miss you
but you don't see it.

because you stopped seeing it.

rawh.

'just rawhhh'

happy belated burfday howie.

i was just reading some old posts from the old blogs
and i think to myself i think i got dumber.

emotionally more sound?
i also don't think so.

wanna read also?
for the hard-core celia fans
flowerfall
faeriedances
pingspeaks

used to have such witty posts ya
now, just rambling bambling.

oh hahahaha
little hypocrite.

some people reap what they sow
and the sins of the past
never really go away.

and they'll come back and bite you
on your not-there-flat-ass.

oh dumdididoodoo.
liar liar pants on fire.

mish mash

because i'm not perfect
because there are so many things beyond my reach
straining my fingertips and my feet sore from standing on tiptoes
just that little bit more, from below
but seen from above, it seems too damn far away.

feeling edgy is not the right word
ready for an explosion. or implosion.
whichever is worse.

coupled with all that
i've got a 90 min presentation
& a corp reporting test on fri & sat.

and i haven't begun jack-shit for either.
i wanted to get it done during the weekend
but i put it off thinking i had the time

and now it's tuesday, a public holiday
and i still haven't done jack-shit
and my achy breaky jittery heart
doesnt want to settle down to getting
anything done.

my body betrays me
as i drift off to sleep.

(still no mood for work)
tonight. tonight.
(yah, right)

i need to snap out of this.
perhaps after the nap.

what do you do when your world lets you down?

you cling, and fight to hold on

or sometimes, the time comes when you can fight no more
and have to do the only thing:
let it go.

everynow and then, as the boyscout and the bestfriend would attest to, i change my ambition. yes, horror of horrors since i'm a student of accountancy, school of accountancy, singapore management university.

a while back i wanted to buy a farm and breed puppies and keep them all for myself, see, there's this rather huge plot of land in jalan kayu on which sits a very run-down old farm, adn i always wanted to buy it off the old couple and raise puppies. think of all those golden retriever, yorkie pups i could have!!

anyway, now that i have hopped onto the "da-vinci-code" bandwagon, yes, finally reading it after its been years since it was released, and the copy i have is the special illustrated edition, i think now i want to be an art historian. not like langdon and study symbology (haha), but i think i'd like to spend hours pouring over art artifacts.

maybe become a curator; although what exactly does a curator do?
i think dinosaur bones are rather intriging.. but human bones.. no way. seriously, studying old bones?? yeccck.
in a million years, assuming the world hasn't come to an end-- i dont want funky street punks studying my bones.

take the organs when i die, the skin if you want.
use the joints you want, take the lot, then burn the rest

but no thanks if you wanna preserve it and study it a million yrs from now.

da vinci's brillant, isn't he?

am a sticker for deadlines.

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i've lit one, light yours today

sleepover

this, that, oh whatever.

that's just how i'm feeling.
the things you're telling me
you, you, you and you.

this, or that, oh whatever.
maybe part of me doesn't want to know any more.

just so you know
watch your double standards.
cos you know
i'm just feeling whatever
about you, you, you and you.

( i just cracked up when i saw this picture,
i think it's damn funny)

wedding prep is underway
everyone's involved with cards and gifts
and my golly are there ribbons. ribbons. ribbons.
the dogs got excited and tried to audition with the flower girl's head gear

a little tired
that's all

to you,
it'll get better.
it always does.
at the end of the day
remember why you're doing this
remember why you're doing this
and who it's for
and it'll get better
because then its about passion

not ambition, not money
not recognition, not success

stay outta my face
because i'm busy and i've things to do

mon
9am-11am school
12pm-5pm write ethics essay
5pm hand in ethics essay
5pm-7pm corp reporting
8pm-10pm meeting for work

tues
10am-12pm tax meeting
2pm-5pm meeting for work/rehearse
7pm-9pm final run through

wed
7am-12pm work

thurs
7am-12pm work
2pm-4pm meeting with sya

friday
7am-10am work

so bugger it.

**watch this schedule, it gets updated as the days go by.

no body understands
because i dont understand.

celia's immediate things to do
finish ethics essay due monday
finish consolidating FS
collect FS from locker
tax revision
corp meeting, sat @ 11

why is there no END to this rubbish?!
everytime i clear something
more comes up and i find myself
fighting fighting fighting to
fucking breathe.

it's too early in the morning, and we sulk in class.


maybe i can use an analogy of the situation.
like in we want to spend time, we do.
so we make arrangements and share the bright big bed
and we cuddle up and talk and laugh
but as the light goes out and as the candle is snuffed
we move to separate ends
under our separate covers and blankets and pillows
and sleep, not touching
not feeling
not there at all.

if i love You
if i love You
(thickness means
worlds inhabited by roamingly
stern bright faeries

if you love
me) distance is mind carefully
luminous with innumerable gnomes
Of complete dream

if we love each (shyly)
other, what clouds do or Silently
Flowers resembles beauty
less than our breathing

--ee cummings

for once, i don't have the words to describe the now.

just existing. just quietly looking forward to next week.

things to do:
1. internship report
2. CS report

just quiet, the girl is just feeling quiet.
and looking for some strength and a morsel of peace.

just a morsel.

my one true love

scoff all you want,
especially you cedar people that are still chuckling over my sad state of mastery of mandarin.


i know it's been years.
but boy oh boy oh boy.
i'm not groupie, neither am i big on the celebrity chase,
but hot is hot lah, they just don't make very many chinese boys
this way any more okay.
(and he's not gay okay?!)

(i just watched another run of liu xing hua yuan.)
i will pass over logan huntzberger and mc dreamy any day.

i know he didn't start off with good vocals, but voice training has certainly gone a long way! he bagged the Best Newcomer and Best Song (for the song, “Gravity”) Awards at the China Pop Music Awards (held in Beijing) in January 2005.
everyone say whaa


what's happened to F4 now??

by the way for fans, there's a CNN interview with F4 on youtube, but i think those american make up artistes somehow got their foundation colour wrong, cos they look rather orange, haha. and what's become of their usually nice silky tresses?? somehow things got screwy on CNN, but nonetheless, a decent interview.

note to young men..

Ok you guys out there that want my sister's number, or address, or msn and stuff... please register with either cherie or me. Since she "grew up"- to us it feels rather like it happened overnight- we decided that we need to step in to keep all the cannot-make-it guys at bay given her sudden popularity with species of the XY DNA type. Particularly if you guys are of the dunderhead-sified or ugly genre, please don't bother. If you are one of those interested, please send your resume- photo required- and we'd process you when we have time. Should you "pass" and make it to the next round of interview, we'd be needing photo-proof of your identity, said achievements and future plans.