I'm a McFlurry

I burnt my recess week. Or ironically, school burnt my recess week. But then again, do we even differentiate? Every day is a work day, rain or shine, weekday or weekend, fit or sick.



And as a result, I missed out on a whole lot of wonderful events, which I'm going to cuss myself for.



Like being with Dad for the 6 days he could spend with us before returning back to Shanghai. I spent, what, less than half the days with him, including the hours he was in at home for. And it broke my heart to see him leave after a huge tiff - let's not go there - with my mum. I just wish I could have turned back time, but I realised that it wouldn't have made too much of a difference, since I would probably be still caught up in school work. And trust me, I hate myself for this.

Like missing out on Jane Zhang's (張靚穎) events when she was here for her album promotion. If you're scratching your head, I'd suggest a Youtube search of her performances, and be prepared to get blown away by her whistle register.

Like catching the F1. I am VERY VERY VERY sore about this. I miss the exhilarating feeling of having my hairs on the back of my neck stand on ends whenever those monsters fly by. I'll be saving up for the tickets next year, I promise.

And the root of all these was something called RECESS WEEK; All my lecturers probably decided that they would be the only ones who would be assigning homework to us, since it's recess week and no one has got any tutorials to attend.


Anyway, I had quitted whining and moved on with life. I decided to use up my GV birthday voucher by catching Legend of the Fist: the return of Chen Zhen with Mr. Jack.

Yes, there was alot of blood and people dying and crunching and snapping and stabbing sound effects, and the plot was ... old. Like typical kungfu films starring Donnie Yen, the protagonist was a people's hero during the World War, and he always wound up fighting the antagonist/s and winning during a last-gasp attempt. Bleah dry bleah. But I shall give the man some credit, since I must say I'm pretty impressed by those nifty moves he displays in his films, considering the fact that he's already 47 years old. Like, WOW.

And if you're still not convinced, I'm sure this will win your butt over:

Hell, yeah.

(P.S: Happy 31st month. :) )

How much is your love worth?

This tickled me to bits:

FYI, I DON'T weigh 500kg back then! I was just... humungous. LOL. And I never want to return to those days, never ever again. *Shivers* Anyway, thanks babe, and I'm looking forward to your return!

Did a little pondering over this thing called the future; is it as volatile as everything makes it out to be? Does everything has to connect like little nodes and make sense solely for the sake of the other nodes? Can't something ever be within my grasp?

Screw those philosophers.

I will decide my own fate.
I will work towards that life I want to live.
I will fight hard in the corporate world and earn a place.
I will marry the love of my life.
I will make the world a better place for those whom I can help.
I will save for that V10 engine, even if it takes me forever.
I will buy myself girly luxuries when I feel that I have worked enough to deserve them.

I will live the life I worked for.

Love

Love is real, real is love,
Love is feeling, feeling love,
Love is wanting to be loved.
Love is touch, touch is love,
Love is reaching, reaching love,
Love is asking to be loved.
Love is you,
You and me,
Love is knowing,
We can be.
Love is free, free is love,
Love is living, living love,
Love is needing to be loved.

- John Lennon, Love

DAMN DAMN DAMN

Goodness. I freaking hate school. It cast the rosy image of a well-deserved holiday going by the name of RECESS WEEK, and I end up doing MORE WORK THAN USUAL. And that means alot of give-and-take, quarrels within the family, a rocky relationship period, a perpetual bad mood, maximum stress and very, very little sleep.

F*** the holidays. Gimme back my school days.

Need you now

The Boyfriend is a brave young warrior, who had given himself up to wash and wax the car with me under the punishing afternoon sun and risked his life to sit in the car I drove out to get a birthday cake for my sister. It wouldn't mean a tad to anyone else, but it means more than the world to me. And all of a sudden, the realisation that I'm here without you, this very moment, is starting to drive me beyond the edge of sanity.

Lady Antebellum - Need You Now

Picture perfect memories, scattered all around the floor..
Reaching for the phone, cause i cant fight it anymore..

Ad i wonder if I ever cross your mind, for me it happens all the time

It's a quarter after one and I'm all alone and i need you now,
Said i wouldn't call but i lost all control and i need you now ,
And i don't know how, i can do without, i just need you now

Another shot of whiskey, can't stop looking at the door,

wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before,

and i wonder if I ever crossed your mind,
For me it happens all the time

It's a quarter after one and i'm a little drunk and i need you now,
Said i wouldn't call but I lost all control and i need you now,
And i don't know how i can do without, i just need you now,

Yes i would rather hurt then feel nothing at all,

it's a quarter after one, im alone and i need you now,
and i said i wouldn't call but I'm a little drunk and i need you now
And i don't know how i can do without, i just need you now,

I just need you now........

Age is just a dumb number

Before I start, thankies to Prof. Tim for throwing us (me) a lifeline! Deadline extension! *Prances around* That's the ONLY reason why I'm cutting slightly loose tonight - I thought I had to suffer the wretched fate of grappling with 4 deadlines every other Friday - I'm down to 2 at this point of time. So it's time to share how Julie turned the big fat 2-2.

I heart Four Leaves' cakes to eternity. Last year, they made me the most fantabulous 3kg Mango Tropicana for my 21st birthday celebration. This year, Mum got me Four Leaves' Yoghurt Frost - a.k.a guilt-free indulgence. Little wonder how Jack walloped 3 slices that night. The yoghurt cream was lightly scented with mango, and the apricot on the top was sweetened to the right degree. I'm craving for a slice right now.

Birthday with Jack is never the same.

By that I didn't mean he spent an insane amount of money bringing me to Universal Studios. In fact, we agreed upon the fact that it wasn't worth visiting it at this point of time, especially when the scariest rides are probably the spinning teacups and the burgers cost an arm and a leg in there. Instead, we revisited the Underwater World and spent our time at the Dolphin Lagoon watching the pink dolphins, laughing at the extremely grotesque-looking sea creatures, accompanying Jack while he did his 'field study', watching Gracie the Dugong babysit the fishes...

And I'm happy and thankful simply because you're with me - nothing else matters.

Ishiki may not be some high-end izakaya or ramen ten, but it's food decent enough to cure an itch for Japanese food. Oden was surprisingly good, although it could have been better if they had cabbage rolls, onsen eggs and konnyaku instead. Shall try and see if I can make some next week. :)

Many choose to celebrate their birthdays with a big bang - bouquets of flowers (cut from the bush and left to die a slow death in your hands while you oogle at how pretty they are), huge parties to get wasted at, hook up with a random stranger (and bring something extra home afterwards), bust the partner's wallet with an artery-clogging meal of pricey fat, buy yet another wallet/perfume for the birthday kid... I just want those whom I love with me on the very day, and nothing else matters anymore. Nothing else.

Toast to another year older, another year wiser.

Rant all you want, kids

It infuriates me when people speak like headless cockroaches. Like the author on Temasek Review who churned out a commentary based on the New York Times' interview with MM Lee, which was published in the Sunday Times today. What a fast writer, I thought, but full of BS. Apparently the TR article made references to the MM losing sleep over whatever reason, such that he has to meditate at night.

Seriously, do you think you know the MM enough to make such inferences?

The Temasek Review has been applauded for its dissent voices; its slogan "voicing dissent is not unpatriotic; it is our duty" says it all. But is there anyone there to draw a line between being objective and behaving like childish loud mouths? And worse, loud mouths with a habit of firing off on their keyboards, and yet keep mum and slog in their cubicles when their bosses yell at them? I read TR occasionally when it comes to issues that are worth the debate. But when I look at the comments trailing the articles, it's like arriving at an adult playground in cyberspace, complete with bullies and all. I won't boycott TR just as yet; I hope to see the day people wake up and realise that such verbal lambasting only adds to their thumb-sucking antics as self-gratifying kids that won't grow up.

Give anyone a computer, and they become kings in their own cyberworld. But in real life they're simply worms in their own holes.

Gurls and guys are lubs lubs

We drive each other crazy, laugh at really lame jokes, infect each other with the forgetful bug but, oh god, I love these people to death.

Thanks to my Gurlies for the early birthday meet-up this year! We had the hardest time coordinating, because 2 of us are still meeting insane deadlines in school while the other 2 are fighting for air in the workforce. The rarest phenomenon? Our 'lightbulbs', a.k.a boyfriends turned up in full force for the first time (well, Jane, you know we're still dying to fix you up, so there's no running away). Love you all. :)

How many primary school friendships get to meet their happily-ever-afters? Well, I think mine did.

Plus I love my Dream Team. Lubs lubs to Christine, Brandon and Jofid (even though you couldn't turn up) who, at the beep of my SMS, slogged through 3 hours with me. I used to convince myself that I'll never have any true friends in CNM. They proved me wrong.

You are the music in me

Did a series of crazy things all in a day; swam, watched High School Musical 2, went bowling, caught the worst movie in my life called Vampires Suck, bought sandals and hung out at Ya Kun chatting with my buddy-bestie-boyfriend. We seldom stuck to our plans so religiously, so today's worth a good pat on the back.

Boyfriend's been egging me to watch HSM 2 with him, after buying the entire collection at the Popular sale for $8. I had expressed my non-belief towards movie-musicals prior to HSM 3 (he was the one who brought me to the movie, and we liked it so much, we watched it twice), because taking musicals to the big screen just didn't seem to click with me. And it seems like he's right after all; HSM defines our generation, just like how Grease identifies with our parents' generation. And I've been loving HSM ever since then. :)

Just one of my favourites from HSM 2.

You are the Music in Me

Na na na na, na na na na, yeah
You are the music in me

You know the words Once Upon A Time
Make you listen, there's a reason
When you dream there's a chance you'll find
A little laughter or a happy ever after

Your harmony to the melody
It's echoing inside my head
A single voice (Single voice) above the noise
And like a common thread
Hmm, you're pulling me

When I hear my favorite song
I know that we belong
Oh, you are the music in me
Yeah it's living in all of us
And it's brought us here because
Because you are the music in me

Na na na na, na na na na na
Yeah yeah yeah (Na na na na)
You are the music in me

It's like I knew you before we met
Can't explain it
There's no name for it
I'm saying words I never said
And it was easy
Because you see the real me

As I am, you understand
And that's more than I've ever known
To hear your voice
Above the noise
And no, I'm not alone
Oh you're singing to me

When I hear my favorite song
I know that we belong
You are the music in me
It's living in all of us and it's brought us here because
You are the music in me

Together we're gonna sing
We got the power to sing what we feel
Connected and real
Can't keep it all inside

When I hear my favorite song
I know that we belong
You are the music in me
Yeah it's living in all of us
It's brought us here because

you are the music in me

Jack's 24

I love birthdays, especially when they 1. belong to the people I love and 2. I get to organize. :) Plus I love digging up secret foodie spots with comfort food and great ambience. It was Coffee Nations last year, so this year I brought Birthday Boy to The Garden Slug, a little diner tucked away in a small corner of Singapore. And because it was so tucked away, we had some trouble getting there. Haha. But all's well ends well.



For photographers, it's perfect hunting ground for food porn. For birthday boys, it's comfort food in boy-style portions.





The Garden Slug offers a good range of beers and ciders. Boyfriend Jack picked Hobgoblin to go with his half-slab of hickory babyback ribs, complete with mash and salad. Feels so good to watch him tuck into comfort food and smile that 'I'm conquered' smile. The poor boy's cough has been keeping him off sinful food.



The Garden Slug's food oozed generously of 'comfort', just like my pasta in cream sauce. Frankly speaking, I'm not a fan of cream sauce because of the queasy aftertaste I get everytime I force down a serving. But the people at the Slug didn't do it that way; the sauce was light, the sauteed veggies were ol' too good for a veggie lover and the springy fettucine, oh the fettucine, stole my gastronomical heart away.



Decided that, since we came all the way here, we should at least order their house specialty: Ugly Salmon Cakes. And I'm not kidding you; they're so ugly, my fork repelled them and they kept falling apart. BUT. But the salmon-and-mash combination was good, better than they look, although they were a tad salty. Were they supposed to be that salty?



Thanks to the Slug bunch, I got him the perfect birthday dessert: Apple Streusel with Vanilla Gelato, complete with candle and birthday tag. I remembered him returning from the washroom and commenting that he hoped the apple streusel the waitress was carrying wasn't his. Now was that supposed to be a good thing, or not? Oh well, good thing or not, he wolfed down every single bit. *happy*

Happy Birthday, today, tomorrow, forever and always. :)

Everything

《Everything》- 王力宏

故事里的起承转合有一些忘记 做了多少错误的选择
原来波折才暗示着该走的方向 指引你我来到这一刻

就算别人都说我们没什么出息 不可能会这样轻易放弃

Cause you're my everything

就一个原因让我勇敢面对这个世界
想给你everything
不管用多少个明天
永远从此刻开始算起
你的爱是我的everything

辽阔天际巧合相遇有多少机率 多少烟火坠落无痕迹
因为幸福没有捷径难免要绕道 不被看好越是要走到

就算别人都说我们没什么出息 不可能会这样轻易放弃

你就是everything
就这个原因让我勇敢面对这个世界

想給你everything
只要你说一声愿意
所有的未来才有意义

你的愛是我的everything

Cause you're my everything
就这个原因让我勇敢面对这个世界
想給你everything

不管用多少个明天
永远从此刻开始算起
你就是everything
就如这个原因我会永远记住这种感觉

想給你everything
只要你说一声愿意
所有的未来才有意义

你的愛是我的everything。