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Tuesday, May 30
Helluva ride, dudes!
Happy Birthday, HO HUISHAN!
We're celebrating it on time for once. ;)
P.S - Anyone recalls the name of the cartoon about trolls with green thumbs?
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Found it!
"This animated feature from Don Bluth is aimed toward very young children. It follows the exploits of Stanley, the nicest troll in Troll Land. Unfortunately, the other trolls do not like too much... More"
I rly like this show -
Wonder how I'll get to watch it again.
Sunday, May 28
Studman.
What's your excuse for being so sexy?
Friday, May 26
Cat got your tongue?
I observed with slight wistfulness a tabby cat perched on the roof of a Mercedes-Benz, comfortably sprawled out as if it were her throne; cleaning her royal coat of fur - if only I could queen over my world that well.
Wednesday, May 24
Summer breeze.
I went for a run today.
It was nice to slowly take in the surroundings of places I usually whiz past at 80km/h. It was nice to gather new perspectives on various things, and reminiscently recount the old ones, all the time keeping a fair pace in my under-used Nike trainers.
Like how absurd it is that Mcdonald's - in an attempt to delude themselves that they are, really, selling healthy food - claims that french fries are high in fibre. Or how my seemingly trivial attempts to flash a smile at anyone I passed seemed to contribute heavily (or so I pride myself) to general social well-being. And sniggering inwardly at street names like Bloxhome Drive, which sounds like something you'd build out of a Lego box.
I then decided to explore, at random, a private housing estate. The fun thing about private estates (albeit a regular taxi driver's nightmare) is that after a few deliberate wrong turns, you really never know where you'll end up. Me?
I thereby chanced upon Chong Boon Springs.
In case you're wondering where on earth this quaint little place is, its actually at Ang Mo Kio Ave 10, as a glance up the nearest HDB block so tells me. And, as expected, no springs whatsoever in sight. These odd names.
Anyway.
Deciding a long walk is indicated, I set my sights toward a northerly direction and my expedition begins. The seldom traversed backstreets of AMK are surprisingly well-enhanced for strolling pleasure. Lush greenery and minimal traffic ensues. Coupled with the cooling prequel to a sky that's going to pour, its all terribly enjoyable. And then, before I can dwell further on the romanticism the place entails, my serene thoughts are rudely interrupted by an SMS from my Mum which reads: Grand Uncle passed away this morning.
For a few minutes, I glaze over the death and agonize over recalling who Grand Uncle is. The peaceful walk thus ends. Morbid and contemplative thoughts about life and death follow.
And then, at the horizon of the road that reads Ang Mo Kio Ave 3, I see with slight disappointment the familiar bustle of Ang Mo Kio Central.
Tuesday, May 23
Of all the places, its here right now.
It suddenly occurred to me (in no less than the impact akin to being hit by a very fast-moving Thomas the Tank Engine) that I will never be good enough. And maybe that's why imagining myself with you always seems so wrong.
She's poised and perfect, with beauty and grace.
She sweeps her long hair and everything falls into place.
Yellow's just a brighter shade of black.
If there's been one consistent thought on my mind the past week or so, its the brilliant theory I've been expounding on - that everything is relative.
Ants are giants in Bacteria World; Purple is blue as compared to Red; you're thin on the set of The Biggest Loser; lions are docile compared to dragons; happiness after tragedy is seemingly two-fold; you'd be good-looking if you disfigured everyone around you; weird dress sense is only relative to what's normal; and Derek would look fair if he were in Africa.
Such is relativity.
So you can't say you don't like me, because compared to eating your greens, you really do. And you can't say I'm talking nonsense, because compared to Jacky Wu, I'm not either. Ha ha. Gotcha.
In essence, I've just packaged a tiny little loophole in a world surrounded by judgements and standards. Shake well before use.
Yes, my friend, you're not stupid - everyone else is just smarter.
Saturday, May 20
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Question:
Do you know the Muffin Man?
Listen.
Pull out the stops -
Got your attention.
Thursday, May 18
Blast this.
Okay, couldn't bring myself to leave everyone with some lame song lyrics you could search off the net from any emo-teens website. Gahh.
In case you're wondering, I just deleted song lyrics to Corrinne May's Something About You, a rather more obscure piece of hers - and for good reason, the lyrics are just.. So annoyingly appropriate. And as we all know, its somewhat of a fashion these days to keep your feelings (and lyrics) as cryptic and nonsensical as possible.
Well, passing over song lyrics, I was just wondering if my tendency to work out opinions of other people based on the fact that they smoke is, well, flawed. I suppose it is. In my world, you smoke, I choke. And say bye bye.
But that was before I started working in a cafe. I swear, everyone smokes there. The customers, the staff, the managers - hell, even the hot plates smoke. Heh heh heh. But yeah. You end up talking to people, making friends, when all of a sudden they whip out a cigarette and your whole concept of Big Bad Smokers comes crashing down.
The world sure isn't seperated into Good People and Smokers, that I'm certain - but somehow I find myself being very averse to people who smoke. Which brings me back to my question - should my opinions on people change simply because they smoke? The simple answer is no, of course not!
But err... Can't help it, really.
Smoking is bad for your health, and for my image of you, do0ds.
Tuesday, May 16
Polygraph, now!
If I had the choice as to what superpower I'd like to be endowed with, I'd go with Mind-Reading. Unfortunately, I did not have a choice, and all I'm stuck with are these Stunning Good Looks. Oh, ha ha.
But seriously, wouldn't it be nice (albeit potentially warped and shocking) to be able to delve into the sordid and enclosed depths of people's heads? Wouldn't it be nice to know if he even likes you at all? Or wouldn't it just be fun to see what that cute guy who just walked past thought of your new dress.
I realise I think odd thoughts when my mind wanders. Oddities of which include wondering what Jason Mraz is doing at this very moment; stacking up curiosities about the possible traumatic life story of the taxidriver uncle; pondering over pertinent issues like the number of flies I must have accidentally swallowed in this lifetime; and marvelling over tasks I know I'll never be able to accomplish, like building underground MRT stations and writing the screenplay for Lost.
Even so, the other part of my not-so-conscious state of mind is spent wondering about random people's lives. I wonder if that old lady with her numerous NTUC plastic bags was once a ballet dancer. I wonder if that maid carrying a kid has any kids of her own. I wonder about the presumably romantic story behind how that couple met (and what gives them the right to repeatedly treat us to nauseating shows of affection).
I wonder what you wonder about.
That being said, in all dissent and irrelevance, working for 4 days straight on weekends is no mean feat. But it is mean on the feet. Cue groans. Thank you very much.
Monday, May 15
Wanton.
Because I'm out of words.
Sunday, May 14
Ickle fickle.
I apologise for the perpetual lack of depth and entertainment value in my writings of late. But since you're here -
Thought of the day:
All dojos smell exactly the same.
Saturday, May 13
For the moments when I feel faint.
Cheryl's current mood is: Depressed.
Insert appropriate emoticon.
Friday, May 12
Bang Bang Shoot SHOOT!
Today my iPod committed audio promiscuity by playing Westlife back to back with Metallica. I forgave it cause it proceeded on to a Jason Mraz medley.
Today I was in a relatively isolated and enclosed area, chockfull of guys with presumably satisfactorily hot bods. I swear I didn't ogle.
Today I finally got a taste of Brewerkz food (and beer, of course). It's yummy - I'm contemplating ordering my dinner from there everyday instead. Mexican food needs more variety, man.
Today I was bored so I made a new skin for my blog. And there you have it.
My day.
Thursday, May 11
Being grown up isn't half as fun as growing up.
He whacked me on the head with a pseudo-wooden baseball bat. I did likewise with an axe that periodically emitted odd noises. Toys these days are incredibly co0lzx. FYI, I just found out there are Lego sets that cost up to $700.
Nobody goes for plain ol' wooden building blocks anymore. Nope, all wrapped in plastick, its fantastic.
