Saturday, November 30, 2002

"Dog is chasing me off" ?

Dog. is. chasing. me. off ?? o_O

Maaaan. *sticks head into sandpit*

One of these days I'm seriously going to die of embarrassment.

***

Somewhere out there,
Beneath the pale blue night
Someone's thinking of me;
And loving me tonight.

"Somewhere Out There" - James Ingram


Thursday, November 28, 2002

18...
28...
29.

Twenty-fucking-nine.

*sigh*

Could anyone feel worse inside?

***

Put your head against my life,
What do you hear?
A million words just trying to make
The love song of the year.

"A Million Love Songs" - Take That


Tuesday, November 26, 2002

*Finally* done with HOI! :>

Super slack now... seriously don't wanna do anything else.

***

Last night I dreamt
That somebody loved me;
No hope, no harm
Just another false alarm

"Last Night I Dreamt" - Morrisey


Saturday, November 23, 2002

You are Fozzie!
Wokka Wokka! You love to make lame jokes. Your sense of humor might be a bit off, but you're a great friend and can always be counted on.
.



Heh. ;p

***

When your baby leaves you all alone
And nobody calls you on the phone
Ah, don't you feel like crying?
Don't you feel like crying?
Well here I am my honey
Come on, come on cry to me.

"Cry To Me" - Solomon Burke
Dirty Dancing Soundtrack


Blaargh. Finally done with Catcher.
An impressive 3 hours and 20 mins... *past* the deadline.
Can't believe Sam wouldn't gimme an extension!
My huge, insufferable ego has taken a bruising I tell ya. ;p

Anyway, it made me feel goddam depressed and lousy again,
and all of a sudden I felt like getting the hell out of the place.
It was too depressing. And I wasn't tired or anything.
I don't even like to talk about it, if you want to know the truth...

It kills me. It really does.

***

Blah. Now all that's left is HOI.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

***

And if you love somebody else,
Would you still pretend you're mine?

"Just A Feeling" - Breeze


Thursday, November 21, 2002

'It's my birthday,' she says, blindly, out of nowhere. 'You were right. I just wanted ...'

She's starting to cry, and she doesn't like that. I can see her shutting down, retreating, and before she can start gathering her things again, I take the last step and pull her into my arms.

She doesn't say a word. She's looking up at me and her eyes are wide and blue and scared. I don't know what she expects, or what she wants, or even how old she is. And then she closes her eyes and lays her head against my shoulder and for the moment, it doesn't matter.

'Happy birthday,' I whisper, and touch my lips to the top of her head.

***

Can anyone fall in love in 30 seconds?

"Pheonix" - Fialka


tomboy
What's your sexual appeal?

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Stupid quiz, but hey... at least they got the "tomboy" part right. :p

***

Just brought Jester out for a walk (more like a run, really!).
Poor boy's been cooped up at home all day now that cuz's outta town.
Probably the first time I've run so much since I've been here, too.
Just hope I'll manage to take care of him til they get back.
Or at least til I leave for home...
I'll just die of guilt if anything happens.
If I don't get killed first, that is.

Dinner for two later!
Me and Jester... how very romantic.

***

PCB - Serial Cereal Killer.

Tuesday, November 19, 2002

I miss Cat... its been ages since we last talked.

Funnily enough, I miss T too.

Weird love-hate relationships.

***

I can't live
With or without you.

"With Or Without You" - U2


Monday, November 18, 2002

Funky night yesterday. :>

It started off pretty cornily (I mean, really... who plays Scrabble in a bar?! o.O),
before we ended up in Fitzroy at first the Peel (which wasn't very happening), then Glass.
Okay, so it wasn't fun per se considering we were the only Asians in a predominantly Aussie pub, and it was kinda awkward...

Karoake Night at Glass, and there were all these women clambering all over themselves to get on the (note: tiny little) stage to "perform" a song number.
Some of them were really good, and others... yeah yeah. NEXT!
Anyhow, PCB and MM waaay rocked.
While me and K stayed on the floor trying not to piss ourselves laughing at their really brave attempt. :p

Sadly enough, two sentences (at max) were all they managed before time-constraints "killed everyone softly with their song". Literally.

Guess the Fugees weren't with us. :p

***

And how can you mend a broken heart?
How can you stop the rain from falling down?
Tell me how can you stop the sun from shining?
What makes the world go round?

And how can you mend this broken man?
How can a loser ever win?
Somebody please help me mend my broken heart
And let me live again.

"How Can You Mend A Broken Heart" - Al Green


Thursday, November 14, 2002

Now I know I've got to
Run away I've got to
Get away
You don't really want any more from me
To make things right
You need someone to hold you tight
You think love is to pray
But I'm sorry I don't pray that way...

"Tainted Love" - Marilyn Manson


***

No prizes for guessing what's been on irritating repeat-mode the whole night. ;>

Sunday, November 10, 2002

With Christmas a mere 40-something days away, it also means it won't be long til I get to see everyone again. :> A good thing, or am I not looking forward to it as much as I should?

Is it better to spend a miserly 8 (9 if I'm lucky) days with everyone... then zip off again all too soon and miss everybody, or hold out for the (relatively) "big" break in Feb where I get approximately 3 weeks?

Okay... let's say at most, I get 9 days. It isn't much, and of course I'd want to spend it with the people who matter. Unfortunately, "the people who matter" seem to multiply to overwhelming numbers when you're suddenly back from being MIA for so long.
Let's face it... trying to fit in everyone who comes along is a tough job.

Its not like I consciously rank my friends or something, but you gotta admit there are certain priorities you allocate to different people. I mean... its normal to want to "catch up" after not having seen or spoken to each other ever since I've been away. But that's precisely it.
Not even a call, message or email in all these 4 months... and I'm expected to devote 1/9 (or more) of my precious time back home to you? And the indignant pipings of "Eh! How come you didn't tell me you were back?!" when it so happens my itinery conveniently excludes you.

Uhuh. So what's a *cough*, busy girl supposed to do?

***

Anyhow, there's nothing I hate more than going visiting for New Year. *scowl* For the painfully obvious reasons of obnoxious relatives, uneasy gatherings and patronizing smiles from super phony people. The typical redundant questions about how I'm doing, how school is getting along, and when I'm getting into Uni...

Oh. And why I'm not wearing a dress and make-up.
Argh! Like, HELLO?
I'm *not* your kid, *not* the daughter you never had to push around...
So hands off, and leemme alone!

(Yep, they're mostly either not married, got boys or have no children, sorry... Ooo! ;p)

***

Oh.
The folks and bro are going to Tasmania without me... *whine*
Doncha feel the least bit guilty?
Doncha? Huh huh huh?
*mutter*
Just remember to come pick me up when you're done having fun.

It kills me when they do that, it really does.

***

All I want for Christmas is you.

Monday, November 04, 2002

Rogue
I'm Rogue
What X-Men Character are You?


Guilt-ridden. >.<

What kind of a friend *am* I, anyway?

***

If I caught the world in a bottle,
And everything was still beneath the moon;
Without your love would it shine for me?

"Until" - Sting