Friday, September 30, 2005

ear-ly in the morn-ing!

Okay, I've a bit of time on my hands before I leave to sort out Jo's apartment to eat breakfast. Got tagged by Little Cheryl, so I'm going to do this meme in record time:

Five colours and the first sexy/sex-related item that comes to mind:

1. Black - Male anatomy physique.
2. Red - Lingerie from Ann Summers.
3. White - Lacey corset.
4. Brown - Fur. (David put this here, not me!)
5. Pink - Rabbit.

Five celebrities of the same sex that you COULD have a crush on:

1. ANGELINA JOLIE
2. ANGELINA JOLIE
3. ANGELINA JOLIE (ok ok, I'd stop here)
4. Brittany Murphy
5. Jessica Alba

Five things you plan to do before this week ends:

1. Move into my apartment at Porchester Square. (Sounds so easy, but it's so much work!)
2. Get all my boxes from Danny's place and Canterbury Hall.
3. Buy groceries from Chinatown.
4. Decide whether to return the Zara jacket and buy the boots instead.
5. Or just get them both.
6. Can I have more than 5 points? I've to buy Jing's calling card [Eh, now you can ask Jess to help you buy too!]
7. Chase Homechoice about digital TV and broadband.
8. And.. uh.. do my homework which comprises of a 'small' Schenkerian diagram and 100000x readings.

Five singers/artistes/Djs whose song can make you dance/groove:

I heard all these songs from Ibiza, and I LOVEEEEEE them. It's Jo who found the tracks! I'd upload them next time:

1. David Guetta - The World Is Mine
2. Dave Gullen - I Just Like To Call You My Bitch
3. Deep Dish - Say Hello
4. The Killers - Somebody Told Me (Mylo Remix)
5. Mylo - Drop The Pressure

Five people you wish to pass this heel/baton to:

1. Jo Jo
2. Jing
3. Tania
4. Shihua
5. Betty

It's up to you guys if you want to do it! Okay, lao nia better go before David dies of hunger, adios!

Thursday, September 29, 2005

i shld be so lucky, lucky lucky lucky.

Sometimes, you need some form of a yardstick, a measure of comparison with other people, before you realize how shit-lucky you are. Like how people always tell themselves: "At least I'm not starving in a Third-World country, with nothing to eat and nowhere to sleep!" It's silly really, that most of us need this awful sort of exaggerated reassurance and comparison to realize how fortunate we are, and be content with our lot in life.

Well, for that transient moment anyway. I've always believed that it is the enduring nature of the human yearning for absolute contentment, which makes it a temporal concept - we won't be satisfied.

Although I'm much better now, I have been just a wee bit under the weather in London. I suppose I can live with it, and just get on with life. But it's still kinda hard, ya know?

And just when these gloomy thoughts reached its all-time-peak, I bumped into my classmate at Chancery Lane. That poor boy, his father just passed away and his mother is stricken with breast cancer. I was horrified, and impressed by his bravery. How difficult it must be for him, to come out of his own shell of misery, to interact with other people and have the strength within to say the words, "...my father passed away," remaining dry-eyed the whole time. If I were him, I won't even be able to stop crying, let alone walk out of the house.

It's awful, dead awful I say. When you hear of another person's bad news, you are full of sympathy, but at the same time, it's tainted with relief: 'Thank God it's not me', and you feel so much better after that. I felt so horrible on his behalf, and yet knowing that my turn is not here yet, having been granted a reprieve from the inevitable, I felt so thankful.

Whether or not it's only 'natural' and 'human nature' to do so, I feel utterly disgusted with myself for having taken everything in my life for granted once more. How many times must I remember, that everything that I have in my life is NOT 'my right', but accorded privileges?

Once again, I'm reminded that I've no right to whinge or moan about my 'supposed problems', not when some are hardly worth the effort spent on them (such a waste of energy) and especially not when I've other better things to do. School's started, and I've attended a few postgrad lectures at King's already. They're scaring the hell outta me: there's so much work to be done that I really don't have the time to practise piano. (Oh, the horror!)

I should stop here now, I don't think he can sleep with the lights on, and I've been blogging through the night! Inconsiderate me, argh. Photos to come when my old and slightly dingy apartment is properly set up!

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

I'm tempted to write a "I'm that girl who..." post, which has been passing around the blogosphere. It's sorta like a confession e.g. "I'm that girl who defenestrated her pet dog for fun" or "I'm that girl who's still hung up over my 36/40 grade for my math test in Primary Two", that kinda thing.

Jon also did his own take on it a while back, and after reading his and many other posts on this, I have this cathartic urge to confess all my deadly dark secrets as well. And it has to be done in the most cryptic fashion possible, there's no fun dealing out the truth in black and white. People are curious by nature, and I'm sure everyone will have loads of fun trying to read between the lines. (If you claim you're not curious, you're officially a Freak Of Nature.)

I'm just worried that I might spill more than I want to, or unwittingly find out more about myself than I really need to know, or develop an even more narcissistic/exhibitionist streak in my character, so let's see how things go.

In any case, another day passes, and yet another day passes. I've yet to see any difference, or similarities for that matter.

But even if it's not manifested physically, I can still feel it deep beneath my bones. And maybe, just maybe..

..that's all that really matters.

Monday, September 26, 2005

coming down and wretched.

It feels absolutely miserable to wake up at 530 in the morning, with your heart pinched in fear, your eyelids sealed with mucus, coughing your lungs out, severely blocked nose, ice-cold feet, and a gnawing cookie-monster in place of your tummy. The left ear just got blocked, and my right ear is starting to ring.

At least I'm not the only one (as Selena likes to say, 'misery loves company'): there's a current flu-epidemic in the flat, Jo and Lalang have also fallen ill. And it's pretty incredible that all of us are awake at this time, contributing to the cacophony of coughs, wheezes, sneezes and moans. Consecutive nights of clubbing in Ibiza, probably wasn't such a good idea after all.

This is such a whiny trashy indulgent post (which one isn't?) and I can safely conclude that my brain has been fried for good. The same way I fried eggs with chai por, veg, and beef with aubergines for lunch yesterday.

Ah well, I suppose I can always get a brain transplant. I can always do with an IQ boost.

Sunday, September 25, 2005

ola! onslaught of photos!

Back from Ibiza in London, and I'm suffering from the major consequences of too much partying: sore eyes (probably from sleeping with my contact lenses on), bad skin, hacking cough, blocked ears and what not. My ears rang for an entire day. Nasty dreams, difficulty falling asleep and a HUGE hole in my pocket. I blew over 450euros in just 5 days, and that's not including accomodation.

Anyway. Time for story-photo-telling! All credits for photos go to Jo and Lalang.

This is the whole group of us who went on the trip. Behold: tapas and sangria!!!

Clockwise: Ju Ling, Hywel, Liling, Chris, Me, Maaike and Jo

Jo, Liling and I somehow left for Ibiza wearing colour co-ordinated clothes. How uncanny is that:

1st row: Me and Liling aka Lalang, Jo and Lalang
2nd row: Jo and I, Jo says to DUCK!

We went to Manumission at Privilege, the largest club in the world! It was simply MASSIVE, and there was an indoor swimming pool as well. Out of all the four nights clubbing, Privilege had the best atmosphere. ROARRRR!!!

M for Manumission!! And very, VERY sexy dancers.
[Jo and Lalang>> "THE WORLD IS.. MINE!"]

We went home for 2 hours to crash, and out again to Space to continue clubbing in the Manumission's 'Carry On' party from 8-11am. House music again, and it was absolutely bizarre clubbing in broad daylight. For the first time, I sorta realized how a vampire would feel.

Can you not see our eyebags?

We spent the next two nights at Pacha: Defected Closing Party (Tues) and Subliminal/Erick Morillo (Weds). Incidentally, Defected was my favourite night in terms of the House Music that was played. Quite a posh club, and Lalang mentioned that the layout was pretty similar to Zouk, and she was quite right. They had the same sort of split-level layout, with white-washed walls and black handles. No doubt Pacha does not have the Gaudi-mosaic decor, but it was MUCH nicer and bigger, trust me on that one. And they had really hawwtttt dancers.

I wish I had brought my credit card to buy clothes! %^&*$%^&;*((&;^%

Thursday night was the BEST though. We spent a lovely evening watching the sunset at Cafe del Mar, just sitting down with a drink in hand, idly looking at the myriad colours splashed across the horizon. Absolutely fantastic.

I'd never forget the gorgeous sunset at Cafe del Mar. Oh, to live in Ibiza!

Our last night, what do we do? Of course we end it with a big bang! We saw Tiesto spin at CREAM@Amnesia, and that was absolutely mind-blowing. I tell ya, there's nothing better than dancing your heart out with good friends like Jo, screaming your lungs out "Ti-es-to, Ti-es-to!", jumping up and down and stepping on random people's feet. For once, you don't get yelled at because everyone is soooo loved up from various... intoxicating substances that they just grin vapidly and yell: "TIESTO!!!!"

I had the most fun at Amnesia, Jo hails him as 'trance god', now I know why!

Of course we did other things besides clubbing. You can see more photos over at Jo's multiply page. Like... ermmm.. eating, roasting on BoraBora beach, suntanning by the pool, sleeping, drinking, eating, roasting on the BoraBora beach... okay fine, you get the idea. Basically, it was simply idyllic. My idea of a good holiday.

You see, Ibiza's magical quality is not only about how... libertine and deliciously decadent its lifestyle is. Not about how it used to be called the White Island due to the fine white-grained sand beaches and its main export of white salt (and now, perhaps other substances too).It's not even about the atmosphere, which somehow induces everyone to be (extravagantly!) wantonly indulgent. Ibiza's mystical peculiarity lies in its ability to stop time. I can't explain it any further, you have to stand on its shores to feel it. The saying 'time (and tide) waits for no man' is applicable to everything, except Ibiza.

Over here, Time waits for You.

It really is The Perfect End to a Shitty Summer.

Thank you Ibiza, for giving me the most wicked time of my life. Farewell my love, and I'll see you again next year.

I.. HEART.. IBIZA!!!

Sunday, September 18, 2005

contented sigh.

Back in London, and it's been excellent. Sunny, but chilly. It would have had been far better if I had the foresight to bring some sweaters over. Alas, that's one of the pre-requisites of last-minute packing: you just don't think about the consequences of your actions!

And really, just how many times do you think about the consequences of your actions? Think, before you speak your mind. Think, before you act upon a decision. Think, before you send that incriminating text.

Btw, do NOT fly Thai Airways unless you want to have a good sleep. They may have more leg room than SQ which is undoubtedly more comfortable, but there aren't any personal TVs. The horror! I had nothing to do on the plane except to eat and sleep, which was such an absolute bore. But I had an excellent full-body massage during the transit at Bangkok Airport, where the masseur contorted my body into so many various positions which I never knew existed. I don't even think they can be found in the Kamasutra.

I'm loving it here, and I feel as if I've never left. In the past two days, I've already went shopping with Jo around Oxford Circus and Bond Street, ate tim sum at Leicester Square, bought stuff from Boots and Tescos, and nearly got knocked down by an irate driver along Oxford Street. All these familiar experiences! I feel so at home.

Really excited about reading Music at King's again, and preparing my thesis topic. My piano teacher had already contacted me, and my fingers are itching to start banging away on the ratty Steinway piano.

Off to Ibiza tomorrow, and will only be back in a week. I can't wait to hear Tiesto spin!

p.s. Vincent>> accomodation how???

p.p.s. Jing, the Zara suede jacket you want is no longer here in London, they just stocked the clothes from the new season. You might want to buy it in SG after all..

Thursday, September 15, 2005

here we go again.

All I want to do right now is loll around with a drink and hold something else in my hand and mouth, chill out with my best friends like any other day, gaze up at the starless sky and contemplate its depths. Just came back from Iguana with Jing and The Sister. Mango margaritas once more!

It's been 3 months since I've been home from London, and I've gotten used to having all my friends in the same country as me, and everyone is just a short drive away. After falling into this comfortable routine of spending everyday together, I can't remember how it is like to be apart from all my friends and family. Or rather, I do remember the hollow and slightly wistful feeling, but for now, it's a vague echo.

It's so easy to take people, especially those you love, for granted.

There's nothing better than attempting to pack your luggage, whilst surrounded by mountains and mountains of clothes, scores and shoes, to drive home the reality of the imminent departure. I am really leaving.

I guess I should get back to packing, where I have to make momentous decisions, such as the white or blue top, and black heels or brown wedges, where the choices I make will have life-shattering consequences. The baggage allowance is only 20kg! Imagine if I have an orange top and I have no brown shoes to go with, only green ones? The horror!

I suppose I can always buy new shoes then. Or another top. Ehehhehehh.

3am edit! Here's Jess and I at Zouk's last Mambo before renovation. Jing's MIA cuz she was still on the dancefloor:

Me, Jess

While I'm tremendously excited about London, I'm also extremely demoralized from packing, one of the ugliest words in the English Language. It is an ongoing nightmare which I can't wake up from! The Sister had to sit on my luggage before we could snap it shut, and I've only packed in clothes and scores.

I've up till tomorrow afternoon to finish packing everything. This is going to be interesting.

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

my body clock is attuned to london already.

I apologise for my latest spate of verbal diarrhoea in the form of successive blog entries, induced by the abominable notion of having to go cold turkey from the internet when I get back to London. Just the mere idea of not being able to go online for a few days, is making my brow glisten in cold sweat. *gulp*

Three more days before returning to London and I just slept tonight away, fantastic, what a waste. [Sorry I missed the Canterbury Hall gathering, and missed all the calls!] In any case, I've got my visa and my plane ticket! Congratulations to me!

Once again, London Beckhams beckons, with the seductive allure of its Dionysian lifestyle. This is not to say I'm there just to have fun: its Apollonian counterpoint is upheld in my academic studies. (Which I'm taking very seriously, mind you.) The coming reprisal of my libertine lifestyle this Friday, seems incredibly too near and yet too far, it still hasn't quite sunk in. It's a real blessing to be able to return, so in the remote event I ever complain about London (apart from the shitty weather, fat pigeons and general inefficiency of the country), just slap some sense into me.

Thinking about the usual hassle of packing my luggage (Jo and Selena can't help me pack this time!), just puts me off. My feet suddenly sprout giant roots, my hands are tied with invisible tape and my eyelids sewn shut with the langour of sleep. I hate packing/unpacking with a virulent passion, and on top of that, this time I've a baggage-full of indecipherable emotions to sift through as well.

For the first time ever in all my departures to London from Singapore for the past 3 years, there's nothing holding me back. Apart from juxtaposed memories, and a mild sense of trepidation about the unexpected, I'm not sure what to feel, or how I feel, but then again: who says I need to feel?

Consistent apathy, is really the key to good health!

Photos as promised, these are from Jing's camera:

Friends!

Top row, 1st photo on the left is Jing, me and Jess. You guys should know who's who by now, right? I'm sure you can see Jenny Lenny on the right, 2nd row. Abby's at the 3rd row, and it's Euge Shouch and Desmond in the last photo taken on Lenny's farewell. Uhhh, I think 7/9 of these pictures were taken at Zouk for some reason or other.

And here's one more collage:

Pucker up now!

Oh, The Brother has a blog, how cute is that? His blog template was edited by The Sister. And I'm very happy to announce that Bubu is sick. Yeay! No more bites from the rabid Jack Russell for the next few days! Happy happy happy.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

there's no escaping my swayness!

Jing and I were at Far East Plaza today, sometime in the evening. As most of you would know, there was this freak thunderstorm which took place around the same time.

Anyway, I needed to go to the loo, and used the innermost cubicle next to the wall - which was the only one that was unoccupied. There were small window panels above me which were left open for ventilation. Even a first-class nitwit can guess what comes after! It started pissing madly outside, and the vengeful (and strong) wind gleefully blew all the dirty rainwater through the windows.

All the other cubicles had to be occupied at that time. It had to start raining at the same time. And I had to go to the toilet at that same moment.

So there I was, my skirt pulled down to my ankles, peeing in an indoor toilet with a roof over my head, and being rained on at the same time. I've had many surreal experiences in my life, but this one beats the rest hands down!

I wish I had a brolly then!

At times like these, people normally round off their anecdote by laughing it off, saying something like 'Stay tuned for more adventures of Lynne and her sway experiences!' but I sincerely do NOT want that to happen - who wants to be sway right? And yet, Jing Jess Abby and I always believe that we should always speak the opposite from what we truly want.

For example, statements such as:

"I'm never getting into a ______ again!" or
"I'm never ________________again!"

[Oddly enough, "I'm never going to procrastinate again!" sounds familiar]

These words have been solemnly intoned umpteen times and consistently proven wrong ;) Everyone knows that when you say 'I'm never ________', it just means you will. So we came up with this brilliant idea where we say the exact opposite. It's akin to applying reverse psychology on ourselves:

"We will never shop at Paragon!"
"We will never be rich!"
"We will never be 'taitais'!"

And I always make it a point to add to myself:

"I'll never be busty! Never, never, never!"

Aiiii, look at how I've digressed. And all because I wanted to justify myself when I use the old saw:

'Stay tuned for more adventures of Lynne and her sway experiences!'

Sunday, September 11, 2005

revamped. a new beginning.

Photos! This is from Jing's camera:

Uh oh, want to upload more pics but The Sister says it's time to bathe and eat high tea with The Cousin!

Anyway. Comments, people, comments! This one or the previous blue skin? My sister helped me with the HTML codes, and we chose the pictures together!

More pics to come!

p.s. The Sister chose the blogtitle today. This is her typing now.........

The Older Sister LIED TO ME. We were supposed to bathe together at 1pm. I've been waiting to bathe with her since THIS MORNING! I woke up bright and early because I was SO looking forward to it. Alas! The Older Sister MUST sleep for at least god knows how many hours a day. Must have been a pig in her past life. Never mind. I've finally waited for this moment! IT'S TIME TO BATHE! YOOHOOO... I'm Coming!!!!


-The Sister-

Thursday, September 08, 2005

visa blues and vampires.

My visa application was rejected today, simply because my photo had a bit of the blue curtain peeking through at the back "must have clear background", and that I didn't have a form which stated the tuition fees.

Hello? I already have a letter for you, stating that I'm going to be fully sponsored, doesn't that mean that I'd have the funds to pay for my tuition fees, irregardless how expensive they may be?

And so, I've to take another set of photos, go to MOE from Novena to pick up yet another letter, hurry down to Robinson Road to hand in my documents by 1130hrs. This means I've to wake up at 0830hrs. OMG. And would you believe that everything costs 285 SGD by cashier's order? And 299 SGD by CASH?

Anyway, I'm going to leave Singapore either on the 15th/16th/17th of September, and I might return for Christmas break. Weighing the choice between delightful warm weather in Singapore and the Boxing Day Sales in London. Decisions, decisions.

Just one more thing, there's this excellent show that's being broadcast on Ch8 Sunday at 11pm - My Date With A Vampire 3!!!!

One link here, and here. My sister, brother and I have finished watching all 38 episodes over 3 days via VCDs and in dual language (Cantonese and Chinese, absolute nightmare), not bad huh? I firmly recommend it! Go watch! SHO COOL! -swoons ala after bitten by vampire-

More pictures!

Yes I know, her headgear looks stupid but you have to look at it in context, okay? So just go watch it! It's out of this world! And all the girls are soooo pretty!

p.s. Jo, I'll bring it back with me to London and we can watch together okay? Jing and Jess, it is NOT a low show, it's very nice, I know you two are secretly watching the show! Don't deny it!

Sunday, September 04, 2005

Why do words and thoughts fail me in times of great need? At times like this, I wish I had my piano to bang on, but nothing makes sense anymore, and no music can be made for the past two months.

My hands are beladen with worries not only that of my own, and my feet - painfully nailed to the ground with conspicuous truths which I have grown ambivalent to.

So I'm shrouded in a melancholic cloud of my own devising, where everything is tainted with bitterness and sorrow. Oh, for days that were long gone, for the golden moments of child-like joy!

And I continue to yearn, much against my will, for that lost epoch where everything was unmarred: where the dreams we dreamed were gloriously simple, and forever immortalized by their perfection.

Thursday, September 01, 2005

mambo and friendship.

Another Wednesday night at Zouk, and once again, it's a friend's last Mambo night. (Why is there always somebody leaving?) This time, it's Lenny who's fleeing to Canada in search of better beer and other intoxicating substances. Ha. I'm going to miss that silly boy.

We spent some time in Phuture, working our way through the treacherous path of random JC/underaged kids. [definition: a very dangerous and motley crew, where most pass off haphazard flinging of arms, with odd spasms and jerks of their bodies for dancing.] Made our way to Mambo, and they started playing THE song. Jing, Jess, Lenny and I pranced around madly (okay, maybe just me) and belted out the refrain:

"Together forever, and never to part. Together forever, with yoooouuuuu..."

And we chain-hugged one another and continued yelling "...Together forever with yoooouuuuuuuu". Suddenly, all the goodbyes I had said to my best pals in Zouk juxtaposed before my eyes. You know how that happens, don't you? I can literally see Jo acting out the groovy hand-signs to all the mambo songs, especially "Call me! Call me! Baby, won't you call me now!" I can definitely remember Abby's last mambo night, which was far more poignant since that was the very last time I saw her before she and I left for our respective destinations, and we've no idea when the next time we're going to see each other. Jing and the two of us were hugging one another and wailing to this very same song.

[A lil' background info: the 4 of us - Jing Jess Abby and I - have not been been the same country together since we were 19, and we've no idea when we'll ever be together again. And this year, is the first time I've seen Abby since year 2002!]

So many other goodbyes and farewells, heralding great changes in the future, have been said over the years at evergreen Mambo - which is strangely reassuring. Sometimes, it's good to know that some things don't change. That's probably the main draw of Mambo. Not only is it synonymous with Friendship "we're how tight!!!", it never changes, remaining faithful to both memory and time. You can't say that for most things, can you?

Friends are faithful though, and I'm really glad that I've amazing people on my side who're always there for me no matter what happens, especially during this difficult period of time. There's Jing, Jess, Abby, Yee Chong, Weilin from MG, and so many other people like Jo!! I probably don't deserve such good friends really, but I'll take it anyway! And do my best vice versa, as Weilin puts it: "That's what friends are for."

In any case, it appears the following Wednesday is going to be MY last Mambo night before I depart for London. IF, and only IF, I get my visa done in time. [Lost my acceptance letter lah. And I can't find my O and A level certs, and my degree transcript.] Mixed feelings, I might just give the compulsory last-Mambo a miss. Even if my best mates are around, bawling once in Zouk is enough for me, thanks very much!

Then again... Nahhhhh, I'll risk the smudged mascara. One more Mambo coming up!

p.s. Happy Teachers' Day to everyone and me! Haha.

blueprint

I will like to spend my days, as though they are my own, which I mostly end up doing in halves, for duty beckons, and I am answering its clarion call. Soon enough! I am also a veteran procrastinator.

fresh monodies

Old wounds hurt most, I learned this today, becaus...
She speaks, repeating the old litanies, of worn ac...
time skips
and it all comes together!
beethoven's symphony no.7 2nd mvt
again,
towards that something
In the alley of shadows and death
Masking Tape
another end of the world

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treatises on life

arty jen
betty boop
carmentica
charming-linn
chasing snowy cars
cheeky lynn
cheryliciously glam
clean and cute
cyclist-mad bass
darling dominic
feisty jing
fellow ditz-sista/porkSTAR
hail mary!
hell's kitchen
hero on the beach
h-Euge heart
hunky lenny
lipgloss queen
little cheryl
live n learn, baby
lolita lou
loony loon
mr popular
musically dan
m y s t j
phringe
princess tania
roger smurf
runaway pigeon
sabotage king jeremiah
sibling angst1
sibling angst2
spector dan
spunky tian
steffy bunny
sun-sunzzz
teeny wee-nee
weeeee, leonard!
yangtze yang'en

frivolous pursuits

for shallow ppl
for very geeky ppl
for the truly bored
spun prose
binary thoughts
past imprints
some stamps
montage of images
other memories

mulling over

And there were phlegmatic souls.