1st day of SIP

Dana and I were given a template to reconstruct from scratch with Adobe Photoshop or Macromedia Fireworks. Without a flicker of hesitation, my choice was Adobe Photoshop. Unfortunately for Dana, her desktop computer wasn't equipped with the software.

Second task was to create thumbnail-sized banners for ThomasCook's travel website.

NC picked me up from work, dined at Yoshinoya's and wound up chilling at Boat Quay's CoffeeBean. Caught CampusSuperstar on TVMobile and as usual, NC was amused with Dean (that butch wannabe).

There is a wide selection of tea at the pantry, from the plain Lipton Tea to Camomile Tea, and I am sipping on the last packet of coffee. Dana's desk is right in front of mine which results in us conveniently passing snacks and stationery through the barrier holes. Our initial start for working hours is 9am, but is now switched to 10am. The sweet glory of awaking at a later timing.

Heading down to CityHall after work to buy a top and pick NC up!

Internship tomorrow. Best wishes to everyone involved in the Student Internship Programme for the couple of months beginning from tomorrow. The catch of this phase is that I get to possibly meet NC at the end of every working day. Saturdays are booked for the girlfriend and friends. Sundays are reserved for family purposes. In two months to come, I will be carrying promiment punished eyes (with eye puffs and bags).

Loosening the concentrated intensity of schedules, plans and internships, NC and I caught 'Rumour Has It..." today. Purchased Freshkon Hazel and Misty Grey contact lens as tryouts. Been dwindling with NC's new craze (her Motorola V3i). She degrades my Nokia 7360 to boost the morales of her V3i. Nevermind if you didn't catch that.

Nothing is going to wrinkle this day.

"You're being oversensitive" - A convenient excuse to disregard hypocrisy and apparent boot-licking.
"You're being paranoid" - A usable reason to overlook and ignore the present situation/issues
"You're too pessimistic" - A pin-point gimmick to lure me into being optimistic without any valid causes
"Go out. Don't coop yourself at home." - This means: Don't go out because nobody is tending the fort here.
"I'm happy for you" - Usually underlies the meaning of: I'm not happy because I expect more.
"I'll call you later"- No calls made to me until I initiated it.
"You want me get it for you?" - Equates to "Shut up and quit pestering me to buy you things".
"I'm okay" - I'm not okay
"I don't want that" - I desire it very much actually, but only from you, if you get the drift.
"Don't want to overlook things.." - Because I already have.

Outlined straw sun
Pale peach benches and brollies
Fawned on favourable incentives
Indulgence in coveting
Clamourous affections required
Scrawling memoirs
Blotched with ink
Networks of wondrous colours

Come Monday, internship begins - nerve-wrecking.

Innards quiver
Thumping jesters
Stirrings in a whirlpool of tumult
Illusions retained, to safety's halt
Afloat, skying in winged chariots
Playing in grounds of two's favourite
Patches embroidered, stitched with perfection
Knight with saving grace, still my heaven





Nique blogs: I love Cheryl Lio but she isn't fulfilling my sexual needs at the moment because her parents are at home. And apparently, we don't have a fucking room (no pun intended) that is ours and because of this, I shall never fulfill hers again when she's horny, which she is half most of the time. Hehehe. I've got the power. I love you baby and I know you love me too but you love the phone more ): Please note that my girlfriend is wasting my handphone bill because she is blogging a longggggg and literalllll entry. I am falling asleep while wasting money on my handphone bill because (because again) she is writing a longgggg and literalllll entry. So I shall get to the point now. Kink is sweet. We had sex on the playground. Woohoo! We've been talking for 40 minutes. Any sponsors for my phone bill? (this bitch is trying to make me feel guilty for being a high-maintenance bitch)

I want a white one! BECAUSE I think the black one's ugly. I want the 128mb memory disk.





This is going to be a long and literal entry. Bear with it. Things at home have taken a turn for the worse but it's all different between me and her. An upturn I'd call it. She saw my life dulled with drama and devastation, and something nagged at her to cheer me up. So she did the most candied deed of her life by digging her pockets to gift me with this.





We have been binging on Lays Sour Cream & Onion for consecutively two days, and baby's one thrilled bitch. I have been gulping down bottles and bottles of Snapple (Snapple apple and Lime Green Ice Tea) and I'm another thrilled bitch. Been experimenting with my tastebuds when it comes to Snapple. We sat by the Fountain of Wealth and experienced the attack of the crows. Crows love Lays too and baby was not willing to share. Actually, we shared a semi-hearty conversation on the playground, which was rare these days due to both of us being so cooped up by more important matters. And amazingly, we've both been indulging our expenses in cigarettes a lot these weeks. The bad cloud hovering is possibly finally shifting away. Gladness overtakes anything unpleasant.

Baby is trying to beat-box over the phone but she sounds like she's spitting into the speaker, which is why she said there is a need for me to get her a new phone since she forfeited the money to buy me my Nokia 7360 (which she claims is stupid because she hates gold and I chose the phone in gold).It's not even a hint. It's direct request. I am going to surprise baby some day with that white/silver rokr, so that we can switch phones every now and then. I bet she'll refuse to loan me the phone even for a teeny while because she hates gold. Remember?





Yesterday, we took a stroll to CityLink from the Esplanade. At the stairway linking the basement to the first floor, I spotted a diamond-studded bracelet and baby picked it up. We found a gold bracelet with diamond chips inserted in it. I surveyed with some pawnshops and goldsmiths and fetched a (highest) price of $550 for it. My mum's friend's willing to source for a buyer who will be keen on purchasing it for $800. What luck! Exhilerating, ain't it? Best part is, I didn't have to work for it. Xue calls it good karma, because I got robbed(conned) of $30 just recently. So I gained yet something better today.

My exciting life. Told you it'd be long.

Sundays are always fruitless, work or play. At least mine always are. Knotty problems cropped up at home, disallowing precious moments with love. Isolation can be sanity, so I've taken a decision to interact with the only other being in the house (my pooch) and dwindle around with the digital camera which was irresistibly loitering around the desks.

I think she's bored too. She's been lingering in her claimed corner since she woke up, and has been lazing there ever since.



Lined up the collection of nail polish I've been stuffing in my drawer. Yes, I do own and use retro pink and neon green nail polish. Don't digress.
Current read. The introduction itself is filled with heavily feminism-injected contents. Just my type.
Indeed, entries here always end with something pertaining to Nique. I just MMS-ed this image to her. I miss that rockgod. Love does this. Even the graphics on a printed pack of tissue paper reminds me of her.

This particular Sunday is worse, because my hopes of meeting her were just dashed from the same home issues. Tomorrow will improve from today. Adore you Butterbutterbaboonslybyebye.

A photo can say a thousand things
But it can't say the million things I wanna say
A photo can capture the way we were
But it can't capture the way we are
'Cause you're far away
What it's like to know you
What it's like to touch you

When you told me that you loved me
were those just words
You can't tell me you don't need me
and I know that hurts
'Cause I'm looking at your picture
'Cause it's all I've got
Maybe one day
You and me will have one more shot

Timing lost minutes and moments
And I might be lonely girl
But I'm not afraid
In a second
It all comes right back to me
Nothing's forgotten now
Yeah everything's saved
What it's like to touch you
What it's like to know you

When you told me that you loved me
were those just words
You can't tell me you don't need me
and I know that hurts
'Cause I'm looking at your picture
'Cause it's all I've got
Maybe one day
You and me will have one more shot

You were my life
you were my faith
You gave me hope every day

When you told me that you loved me
were those just words
You can't tell me you don't need me
and I know that hurts
'Cause I'm looking at your picture
'Cause it's all I've got
Maybe one day
You and me will have one more shot

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Brink of many uncertainties. The respectability of countless is severed. All will translate and unveil in due course, in due course. For now, love, disembody yourself from this frozen world and I will be there with you soon.

In every girl's arms; adorned in them are scented flowery presentations. Their faces festooned with felicity and thrill from sheer significance of a day representing the universe's lovers. They skip to sweet tunes and skitter in a little sync of dance while other young ladies scatter the streets with excitement, with more exquisite bouquets embellishing the walkways of town. It was as if, flowers symbolised every girl's heart being swept into a blur realm of honeyed dreams.

Share a captivated inkling with me, won't you? Where the skies spell felicity and where snow tastes of sugar; when the dusk traps all unsoothed melodies and the moon bows at our feet. I have seen heaven. A place so serene and silent, lit and calm.

Knight in courageous armour, you have wiped every stain of filth from a dying conscience. Knight with saving shield, you have taught me more than what met my eyes and kept me protected where the piercing light burns my sight. Knight holding Cupid's bows, you play the arrows in serendipity and caused my fall. The only knight in my heart, forever be my valentine; boy and girl, man and wife, young and adventurous, old and frail, poverty and wealth, health and decay of its pinkness.

I do.

I promise to be firmly set on being fashionably late for our 25-houred-date. Calling every meet-up a date really traces the relationship back to where it all began with littlest details. Despite the numerous causes and reasons for us to bicker, we have to end the angst with the three most favourite words. May not be sophisticated, profound, rephrased, thesauras-ised, twisted, but whenever you tell me this, the pessimism boiling in me washes away from all shores of devastation and cools down to a contradictory of a reaction. I love you. The words everyone remembers and construes differently, even for you and I. When you wager a promise to me, I am coiled in a serpent of warmth; unable to break away but relishing the smallest sins. Afterall, it's forever we're heading to.

A fighter tires from a battle that spells defeat. Clouds hover, blanketing walls of defences. Dreams drift into scatters of seedlings, covering springs of hope. The swords draw shame with rust and filth collected from wars and inhumanism. Distant faces swell lingering thoughts. Sparkle-welled eyes; such sorrow, such hesitation.

Every tear you lay, I will swallow. Every song you sing, I will hold. Every laughter you shout, I will remember. Every scar you keep, I will heal. Another word of negativity I hear? Hush now, dear. With me you shall refuse fear. With honeyed breaths, life is saccharine no matter what situations bring. With you here, imperfection is flawless.

Knight in valiant shimmering armour, blinding her eyes in the indescandent ray of light. Bravery intecepting prowess. A trip of a heart. Such infinite felicity.

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Baby's had one hell of a night. Praying that she'll be alright by the time she's up from bed. She's fast asleep now and I will do her a giant favour by waking her up at 1pm.

Best wishes to those receiving GCE O levels results today, namely Nique and Xue!

I still receive butterflies eating my stomach whenever I dial your number to call you. My heart still is fuzzy whenever I think of all that we have undergone to reaching the 14th month of togetherness. Before bedtime, I still think of you immensely before tucking myself into bed, wishing that you were tucking me instead. My memories drift into reminisce of the nights which I spent safely snug in your arms. I miss the times when you stayed up all night with me to chuck the witching hours panicking over submissions.

So tell me, where would I be without you on nights like this? Just plain lonely, and empty. Nothing fills the vast space on my bed. The extra pillows are unhugged and left to wait for you to come cuddle me to sleep. So why don't you read this and get my drift?

Happy 16th Birthday, lil sis June!

There is absolutely no room for rest. Even as I sleep, my head's flooded with images of deadlines and project briefs. 5 hours out of the 7 were spent squeezing brain juices for the upcoming PComD presentation. I love the life of the aspiring designer. Always, I am washed off of all physical energy, but the passion lies behind every assignment I do, no matter how heavy my eye lids are and how deep the shades of brown my eyebags grow to be.

My love's all hectic at work and her love's missing her. I miss her whines and I miss flaring tantrums at her. A shut-eye will do me good for now.

Thankyouthankyou love.


Week 14 (this week)

Thursday, Professional Communication for Design presentation & report

Thursday, Multimedia Scriptwriting - website

Week 15

Tuesday, Documentary Script

Tuesday, Director player + player design

Friday, Language of Film final assignment

Friday, Broadcast Design Title sequence

The elevator mounted a level higher, apt to the fatigue that sheepishly blurred our eyes. As sleazy as the rundown hotel room may apparently be, the heaven of being able to bury my languor dispensed nectareous gives and takes.

In your stride, you braced the vast eccentricity of my dispositions to shape situations for humourous alteration. A stream of perk regenerated throughout the moments shared. These, in grateful retrospection - engraved in my heart always. Thank you, for loving me.

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Street Mesh!!!

Breakdancing team with lizard breaker Zaibo's break dancing team
The girl breakers
Beat-boxing Dharni (private joke)
Lizard breaker and his team
Zaibo and team
Polka
Wheat squid!
Our night out!
Lina
Smile, baby!
Dressy

Bailed out on chuakachua on tonight's supposed stayover(New pet name! We never run out on those :D) due to my sudden reminder regarding Psychology common test tomorrow. However, stayover at chuakachua's place is still on tomorrow after partying at Barcelona! I'm partially done mugging for the final psychology paper tomorrow.

It's going to be a berserk week of accumulated projects and assignments and online quizzes. Preparations for Street Mesh are undoubtedly chaotic but that's probably the way we function.

All girls love dressing up. Glam glam glam!

Chuakachua darling, I'm sorry about today. Thank you for your rotiboy of love you brought all the way from your workplace. You've been nothing but tasty saccharine. I'm all hyped up for tomorrow, wholely spent with you. I miss you, so much.

A clear eye, travelling a future of foresight, where angels sing their choruses in our complete caress. Chastity of promises purify a white road of silk of everlasting forever. Smell the greeting of sweet daffodils. Watch the sunset melt in one embrace. You dance, sweeping rhythmically with swaying lovebirds. Your prize of a lifetime; its clench escapes. Life hugs you, satin memories drift you into a meadow of wind. She shelters you from the tears that force against your window panes. Her heart is your santuary. Her arms are feathers of comfort. You feel yourself floating from the farthest heights of your swing. Freedom calms all sores, a voice of assurance pitches dreams of milk and peaches. Safe, in an abode of lifetimes in sentimentalism.

Thirteenth, with eternal cherish.

Street Mesh @ Barcelona !!

(alongside Mohammad Sultan Road, behind Double O)

Date: 4 Feb 06.
Time: 9pm onwards
The Deal: One free housepour, ages 18 and above. $18/ticket (PRESALE).

HOT FOREIGN MODELS WILL GRACE THE EVENT!!
Groove and get wild to hip hop and street partying all night! Exclusive performances by break-dancers, beat-boxers, hip-hop dancers, live graffiti-writers, singing perforers!

Get tickets from:
CHERYL @ 93821407

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