this was such a classic, sorry 'boob', i just had to. haha.
Rach, its time for more. i miss playing touch with you guys. :( or just rugby in general.
i swear we were playing charades at fullerton! nothing more!
i'm clueless on where to start. i cannot describe how fatabulous this show was! an awesome mix of wit and sophomoric humour. i read an article regarding an interview with the screenwriters and their account on how the show was made was so surreal. you never would imagine how much thought went into making the movie. and how many real life events were integrated in too. brilliant, absolutely brilliant.
Here's the poem EVERYONE has been searching for...
I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three
The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic
I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality
When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three
As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed
the guy who did my dreads.
J.co donuts in thailand.
im giving you up, though im letting you down.
be strong, be strong, and wipe that frown.
there are many things in life that you've not seen,
much more to love, much more to give.
ive tried so hard to make you leave
to pick up the pieces and let your heart freeze
but ive failed, ive failed, and i left you there
back into my arms, again i'd care.
love so amazing, i cannot fathom
my hearts abreakin, but to none i can seek comfort.
who will understand the helplessness
who will accept my foolishness
so here i am, left alone.
i know im regretting, but baby, please just go.
i long to kiss your face and your warm embrace
for the love of yours, i yearn to taste
if you'd won me over 3 years back,
i swear id never have to leave you like that
but theres too much to lose, i cannot give
both sides are awaiting, i need to leave
you'd break knowing the path i chose
you'd curse and swear and hate me most
i never meant to make you cry
id rather make you believe its all been a lie
so move on baby, lets make it clean
lets never turn back, i have to be mean
maybe someday you'd see me again
maybe someday you'd love again.
to live is hard. to love is even harder. and when you put both together, it becomes the evil concoction for all sadness and loneliness in this world. i just wished somehow i knew, that temptations arent as easy to overcome as i thought it would have. that if you allow it to manifest in your head, it takes root not only in your head, but in your heart and your soul. and it makes doing the simplest of things hard. things that you'd think would never matter to you. that it would be easy to rectify in due time. its a drug. it dulls your senses, and it makes you want to follow your instincts, to get more of it. its just never enough. but why does it have to be so hard. why do we have to face choices in life that would have consequences to bear for in the future. why cant we, be like little kids, to do what we like, when we like, when we feel like it. as much as you cannot force yourself to love, its even harder to force yourself to give things up. im miserable. my hearts aching. but its all for the better. i need to be the cruel brutal bitch to make you realise that there are better things in life. better people in life worth waiting/crying for.
i'm sorry.
yoke, rod and i visited the bloodbank last fri. and man, was i surprised to find my iron count rocketing sky high. not that it isnt a good thing, i mean, irons good. irons great. but having to cold sweat everytime i got my iron count results back in the past really didnt justify how high it shot up by. it was freaking 7 times before i finally got through this round for donating. 6 redundant times of getting my finger pricked. and it was my 7th donation too. so i guess that was kinda cool.
rod said that maybe because my life's a regime now. that i sleep/wake regularly. ive been sleeping way early. im such a baby, i need my 16hours of sleep every day. and that we're being fed scraps at work, so eating your veg isnt much of a choice if you want to stay mildly full.
so kids, eat your veggies and you'd have iron pumping through your veins. take it from me. i know such stuff.
so i guess my health's in order. apart from the fact that i have to drag my ass to run during lunch every now and then. or how i try to make it to work early to run instead of trudging through the sweltering heat at noon. i try, really hard, i do. but it never works. id never get up early enough. and taking a morning jog in the birdpark really does wake you up. with keepers washing out cages and stuff, the overwhelming birdshit stentch unconsciously does make you sprint alil more. especially the spoonbills. eew man. those shit machines. gross.
i mean, dont get me wrong. i love those birds. and almost every other there. they're such queer creatures, its hard not to fall in love. esp with pinky, the humboldt penguin. shes such a retard. she takes her daily walk around the park with budi. and shes so adorable. insanely adorable. the kind where you'd wanna pick her up and shove her in your pocket and flee kind of adorable. and she's so attached to her keeper, budi, it makes me jealous. i want a fluff ball running after me all the time too. really do wanna attach myself to the avian dept from time to time. sweetness.
i followed uncle william to the BRC (breeding research centre) on friday. and omg, the baby flamingo was todiefor! baby birds, on the whole are ugly and mangly. hardly mini versions of their parents, like what you see in other creatures. i mean, a baby rhino would be cute, baby monkey, baby tapirs, baby everything are generally cute. but baby birds? they're hell ugly. an aquired taste. the kind people call art. hahah. im not kidding. its a strange kinda cute. id get pictures when i get back to work.
so i had this impression that they were mostly fugly creatures. till i saw the baby flamingo. i swear he had this light glowing behind him. the kind angels have, the whole bright light..ooh..its shining in my eyes type thing. and lo and behold, this little fellas the cutest ever lil thing you'd ever lay your eyes on. i mean, they grow up looking dumb and strange with their giant beaks and long skinny necks and legs, but oh my mama. that fella took my breath away. i fell in love with him immediately. he has cute little pink legs, and mini version of his mama's beak, and the softest looking grey fluff you'd ever see. if people ever sold baby flamingo down for pillows or quilt, id swear id buy them all. its the softest thing you'd ever touch. they should use them for toilet paper ads. man............i just cant get him out of my head. i so need to post up pictures. it'll make you all droooool..
i had to help uncle william with his photography. so it was funny spending my friday chasing after the baby rheas at the BRC. rheas, fyi, they look like mini ostriches. very cute. and they're only like.. 1 feet tall. haha. i cannot emphasize how much im loving my job.
but..but its taking up so much of life. i have no personal time left. i hardly meet friends, i try to. i dont even play touch anymore. needless to say contact. i wish for so much more. i just wished days were longer. theres just too much to do.
i feel very much on autopilot of late. i need to feel and live again. wished there was more to look forward to. the "island getaway" feel's overpowering me. as much as you'd scream at how i just came back a month ago from at 2 week holiday, but im feeling a need for one again. and id want it 2 years long this time. bleahh.
life. its funny where it takes you sometimes..
From the highest of heights to the depths of the sea
Creation's revealing Your majesty
From the colors of fall to the fragrance of spring
Every creature unique in the song that it sings
All exclaiming
Indescribable, uncontainable,
You placed the stars in the sky and You know them by name
Who has told every lightning bolt where it should go
Or seen heavenly storehouses laden with snow
Who imagined the sun and gives source to its light
Yet conceals it to bring us the coolness of night
None can fathom
You are an amazing God
