need good books. pls recommend

ethics end on friday, 5pm.. so the countdown begins.


nothing non-fiction, nothing fantasy, nothing to do with politics or war, nothing to do with mass killings and gore and blood everywhere and having images in your head that you're afraid to sleep with, nothing with death of dog (just a quirk), nothing thrashy, nothing depressing (like never let me go, kazuo ishiguro).

if all else fails then i'm gonna read the classics, and bear the comments of the sisters calling me a geek.
a week of iliad. :) happy girl.

in my mind, married people are matured people.
people who lock themselves down for life (legally) to one other mate
one other body, one other lover
have to be matured.
the whole for richer for poorer, for better or worse,
have to be pretty matured to say those words.

but ahaha.
the oldie in the house had a party.

. . . .
the little bits of my working brain
somehow slipped out.

leaked out of my ears while i didn't notice
so EBITDA= earnings before int exp tax amort and depre
are beyond my reach, as of less than 24 hours before doom.

and the fuzz behind my eyes refuses to clear
and all i think of is that galaxy screen saver of the old windows
where you seem to be hurling towards the eternity of stars.

hoo boy.

who's feeling great??

*hands stay stuck to side"

i know i'm really losing it
because i woke up this morning
and immediately upon realisation of being awake
i began to tear up

i used to be afraid of sleep
afraid i'd miss out on the fun
but now, now being awake,
sleep's much more comforting,

the little one made it to SCGS, thanks all for your concern.

they say to us, "oh the PSLE is just a tool to get you to secondary school"
then they say " the o'levels are the test of your memory."
then they say "the real test of a SMART student is the A levels, you can't just memorise, you need to use your brain"

so i did well then. must be somewhat smart, i tell myself.
but then i came here
and i'm not feeling very smart at all.
not even a little bit.

so what, is this a test of?

maybe i shall move to that little farm in jalan kayu, the run down place with the old toothless couple.
and raise dogs for a living
and will always have the wag of the little tails and the smell of the milky breath.
that make me very happy.

then i can say "hey cherie, have a cockerspaniel!"
"hey howie, here's a pug!"
"hey ruben, here's a choc lab!"
"hey sooli, here's a pom!"
"hey keefe, here's a rottweiler!"
"hey dad, here's a german shepard!"
"hey mom, here's a westie!"
"hey ann, here's a retriver!"
"hey huawei, here's a jackrussell!"
"hey kimmy, here's a beagle!"

and i will be very happy.

study week is probably the worst time
to get myself hooked on BOSTON LEGAL
:|

rawwwwwwwwwhhhh.
thursday's here.
*herald the bells of doom*

give me strength. patience. discipline.

and rest when its time to rest.

i nearly burst a side laughing over this.
it's hilarious.
it's worth every minute

in a few hours
the church bells will ring

i hope this day becomes the best day of your life.
i do.

for some reason
i wish i were there with them. now.

kinda sad that this is our last class together.
thank you all, for those crazy moments
i heart this group.
:)
it's been hard finding friends in acctancy
but these people made it easy.

i havent quite slept.

this is what i have been watching the past hour.
had me sobbing. have ur tissues ready.

i know its been weeks, but i still miss that bloke.
i missed the memorial service on that day itself
but i watched nearly 16 hours of animal planet
when they did the back to back irwin showcase.

the full ONE hour long, stevo memorial.

hahaha, seriously funny
they're perfectly lip-syncing to that dumbass frog song.

ohhh this day can only get better
because it's as low as it can get

exams + pms + failing corp test (badly compared to the median of the class) + running nose + fighting with the boyscout + 3 hours of class

haiyaaaaa
you know what i dont like?
people blogging all intellectual-like
about political/social issues and whatnots
when in fact if you read carefully
and if you actually know the subject they are talking about
or sorry, professing to know about

the views are not their own
and probably overheard in the bus
or over a conversation
or off wikipedia

come on.

call a toad a toad.

(and you. being gay is not a disease or a psychological problem; AND they can't stand you either.)

i love these rainy days
perfect for hiding under this cacoon
this cacoon of self loathing (loving)
of insercurities and confidence
of tears and laughter

i've found the wonderful world of torrents.
yayaya. i know i'm late.
:)

gilmore. grey's.boston legal.
come december..i haveeeeeeee prison break! heehee.

my favourite book of all times has gotta be
to kill a mocking bird, by harper lee.

how many times have i read it?
at least 13 times.

currently reading: sons and lovers, d h lawerence

Because She Would Ask Me Why I Loved Her
by Christopher Brennan (1870-1932)

If questioning would make us wise
No eyes would ever gaze in eyes;
If all our tale were told in speech
No mouths would wander each to each.

Were spirits free from mortal mesh
And love not bound in hearts of flesh
No aching breasts would yearn to meet
And find their ecstasy complete.

For who is there that lives and knows
The secret powers by which he grows?
Were knowledge all, what were our need
To thrill and faint and sweetly bleed?

Then seek not, sweet, the "If" and "Why"
I love you now until I die.
For I must love because I live
And life in me is what you give.

i came home today to find such lovely gifts.


:) thank you for thinking of me.

the pink strawberry caramel timtams i likeeeee.

i enjoyed the morning
:) i'm sorry you'd get into trouble for it

there is a resonance when you put down the phone
a resonance that buzzes in my blood
and festers in the brain
eating amd gnawing away
like the yellowed petals of an infection

i sat down and i cried today
from the sheer load of things left undone
and the loving words unsaid

because i needed to be near you
but you couldnt hear my calling


with one i feel like a grown woman
stilletos and french perfume
with the other i feel like a little child
candied smiles and stockinged feet

feeling a tad too emotional for my own liking

today was a bad freak out day.
tomorrow will be better.

things to do from 12-3

finish ft homework
pick invite from pearlyn
corp reporting with sya

that is an awful lot for 3 friggin hours.
siggggghhhh