Saturday, 20th October '07

Clarke Quay Conqueror

So. Today a bunch of us law people took the night off fretting about the CDR Conference and the frighteningly alien-looking Commercial Practice Case Study to celebrate Dong and Seetoh's birthday. Pictures will appear on facebook, soon enough, I expect.

I guess what I really want to announce is that the driving situation has hit a new milestone. Last weekend I (in a very hazardous manner) drove to Raffles City Towers to pick Babs up, and made a harrowing journey through Stamford Road traffic to park at SMU and visit the National Museum's 120th Anniversary gig. I say harrowing because (shh, don't tell the parents!) I had no idea which roads were for turning, and very badly anticipated the traffic situation, resulting in a number of emergency turns and braking that would have turned anyone of lower fortitude a bit green.

Today's excursion to Roberson Walk for the birthdays was not quite so harrowing, but still rather annoying. As it was my first time driving there alone, and my "babysitter" Dong was rather preoccupied answering someone else's phonecalls, I happily missed the River Valley Road turning and ended up driving down the entire length of Hill Street before finding a U-turn at (guess where?) SMU. And then on the way home, I trusted Fish's navigation, which ended us almost on the wrong direction of the CTE and depended on Mario + Mighty Minds to get us back on the right path.

That said, I'm very happy to have gotten those first independent drives in those scary ERP, bad traffic and drunk pedestrian areas over with.

And, no one got killed! Hahaha.

en ying snapped a shot of life @ 01:13 am
[well, the pictures aren't going to take themselves!]


Tuesday, 16th October '07

Renovation Speak

Just to prove I'm not entirely mopey and dramatic lately - though I have been predominantly mopey and dramatic - is one of those moments in life you embarrassedly chuckle about several days after the incident:

Interior Designer:
... so we need the walls to be smooth. So we will paint your walls with emotional paint.

En Ying:
What?

Mum:
...

Interior Designer:
Yah. Emotional paint. Because walls need to be smooth mah.

En Ying:
Emotional paint?!

Mum:
I think he means EMULSION PAINT.

En Ying:
Orh!! Emotional paint.
[insert umchio]

Dad:
[whispers] You don't laugh at people lah.

En Ying:
But... we're going to use EMOTIONAL PAINT.

Interior Designer:
Yah.

Mum & Dad:
[umchio]

en ying snapped a shot of life @ 01:53 am
[well, the pictures aren't going to take themselves!]


Monday, 15th October '07

Learn to Crawl

I don't want you to freak out, it's just a song for the love of Mike. Though I admit, the last time I've been into this type of emo hardrock was in 2002. Regression, much?

Learn to Crawl
-- Black Lab


You can laugh, you can feel fine
You can dance with a little twist
Turn to your pretty red-head babe, you forget that I exist
Can you see yourself in my battered eye
Would you leave me on the side of the road
Would you walk right up to me, would you talk to me?

I'm already asking, down on my knees
I'm already begging, begging you please
Can you teach me how to fly?
You see I'm scared to die
I've only just begun to learn to crawl
Can you teach me how to fight?
You can keep me up all night
Would you be there on the ground if I should fall?
Fall for you

I can feel it like the spider's sting
Like a memory in my mouth
I feel like the morning fell, like the bottom's falling out
I can see what's up there above it all, laying down in the valley below
I can walk right up to you, I can talk to you

I'm already asking, down on my knees
I'm already begging, begging you please
Can you teach me how to fly?
You see I'm scared to die
I've only just begun to learn to crawl
Can you teach me how to fight?
You can keep me up all night
Would you be there on the ground if I should fall?
Fall for you
Fall for you

I'm already asking, down on my knees
I'm already begging, begging you please
Can you teach me how to fly?
You see I'm scared to die
I've only just begun to learn to crawl
Can you teach me how to fight?
You can keep me up all night
Would you be there on the ground if I should fall?
Fall for you
Fall for you
Fall for you

en ying snapped a shot of life @ 12:52 pm
[well, the pictures aren't going to take themselves!]


Stop Wrenching My Guts

I've been spending the last couple of weeks with a nagging feeling of impending doom. It's been masked quite a bit by the excitement that the house renovations are finally in swing again (and the rather funny man that is the head of tiling works who has single-handedly revived my ailing Chinese speech), but it was nonetheless a feeling of impending doom.

Well, I think doom came today. In the form of a violent mood swing that I continue pray fervently has more to do with PMS and anger at the stubbornly unresolved conveyancing timeline, than the event I suspect it has to do with.

I think it's time to come to terms with the fact that the same human phenomenon that usually makes the rest of the world feel a-twitter, start swooning, and see fluffy bunnies everywhere is, TO ME, nothing but a barrel of woe. Oh, the melodrama, really. Limin says I'm more drama than she is. I blush when I realise she's right. Good grief.

Is it too much to ask for it to be just a little happy. Doesn't have to be so very VERY happy, you know. No need to see rainbows in every corner. Just needs to NOT BE SAD AND MISERABLE.

But it always is. Sad and miserable. Dark and twisty. Dear me, I'm my own private Meredith Grey. Even if some ways I think she had it better.

Seriously?

Seriously.

I was thinking just yesterday that I hadn't blogged in a while. Hadn't, at least, blogged in a way that was inspired. Since early this year I pretty much did only the "this is what I did over the past couple of weeks" type blogs. Not so much feeling-inspired ones like the old days. So I was just thinking I needed the inspiration. The kind that puts words - not necessarily great ones - but spontaneous words at my fingertips.

Be careful what you wish for, as they say. The inspiration is here, but maybe now that rediscovered my artistic angst, it's not really what I want anymore.

It's not my fault I don't want what wants me and I want what I can't have.

It's not my fault that tonight, I can't stop thinking about it.

en ying snapped a shot of life @ 01:00 am
[well, the pictures aren't going to take themselves!]