Monday, November 09, 2009
Gonna die soon
I've been watching a lot of movies where people die. For love, for life. And you know how they always say that you're born to die? It's actually more endearing than fathomable. I think it was on Grey's Anatomy that they said "We all get born, live, and die - but not always in that order." Freaking love apocalyptic movies. Armageddon was totally epic. Gets your heart all mushed up and your tear ducts all wasted and your jaw jammed open because Liv Tyler is so damn pretty.
Diego Luna marrryyy me...
tried to hunch; 1:36 AM
Saturday, November 07, 2009
"You never know the biggest day of your life is the biggest day. Not until it's happening. You don't recognize the biggest day of your life, not until you're right in the middle of it. The day you commit to something or someone. The day you get your heart broken. The day you meet your soul mate. The day you realize there's not enough time, because you wanna live forever. Those are the biggest days. The perfect days."
tried to hunch; 4:29 AM
Sweet Child of Mine
We all need to find Nemo.
tried to hunch; 2:27 AM
Sunday, November 01, 2009
Facebook teaches you so many things
We hold on to things for so long because we're scared something so great won't happen twice.
tried to hunch; 2:36 AM
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Whatever you like
AHMYGAD, looking at my scrawny photos last time makes me feel really SAD about myself now. I remember some light years ago when I could do pull-ups, then like while hanging on the wretched bar, my bright blue PE t-shirt like lifted a bit and someone was like "Omg Denise you've got abs!" and I was secretly damn proud lor, but I very humbly said "Aiya no lah, it's totally not. It's just fat." Now I look into the mirror, and I watch my tummy jiggle. It's freaking dancing I swear. And with the amount of fat, I could probably cure an African famine. I AM TURNING INTO HOMER. Tsk, stop being such a girl! Somebody once said, "Don't sweat the small stuff." But like the same person said, "It's all small stuff." ;)
tried to hunch; 12:45 AM
Monday, October 26, 2009
You jump first then I jump
I'm never gonna find true love like Jack and Rose. TMD.
tried to hunch; 2:37 AM
Sunday, October 18, 2009
The (other) Heartbreak Correspondence
It must be awesome being American.
tried to hunch; 4:44 PM
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Human Nature
I was thinking about something the other day, something about how everyone are attention seekers. I felt so compelled to write something about it, like you know the kind of feeling where the corners of your soul are oozing with inspiration and itchy feelings and you just HAVE to excuse yourself to the bathroom and cry about it? Yeah, but I kinda forgot about it. It's like how I compared somebody to pee the other day, and HW went totally ballistic over it. "It's like when you need to pee. If you ignore it long enough, it goes away." And this conversation about pee continued while I was on the plane, and I could have sworn the guy beside me was swearing at me under his bearded chin although I know he was mildly attracted to the flower in my hair. So there was one point when I was like "You know the adrenalin and you need to pee." And I had to laugh it out into a Krisflyer magazine. Anyway back to the emotional pit of tears, it happened when I was watching
Across The Universe on the plane, and there was this very insignificant part when the guy sang "All My Loving" to the girl against the brick wall. I had to pause it and go to the toilet to breathe. Then when I came back, I fell asleep while watching Jude and Lucy flirting. I was honestly tired. Either that or it was the food coma. The air stewardess was so reluctant to get me drinks and food. But she smiled anyway, because if not I would have to comprain to my father. The Singapore Sling wasn't that good anyway. Sigh, peasant theory. <:)
Anyway people really ought to give me a break about the cocaine pants and the flower in my hair. I've gotten harassed at the bus stop because of it, questioned by airport security THRICE because of it - one was my father's friend at the check-in counter, one asked if it was real at the departure gate, and one made fun of me and the flower as I walked through those metal-detector gates, and he was like "Oh, you can just put your laptop in here and walk through with your flower." Quite the sweetest security man ever. CHANGI AIRPORT FTW! \m/
I'm gonna mug myself to death for the next 4 weeks. I'm gonna be the cool kid with the fancy pants and the flower in her hair with no friends and walks through walls. I like it. Everyone else can be pee. :)
tried to hunch; 11:17 PM
Sunday, October 04, 2009
Ordinary People
I want magic. Not like Harry Potter Nimbus3000 kind of magic. But the we look into each other's eyes and something connects and sparks and rainbows and the smell of shampoo and the sun on our faces sand between our toes strawberries on our lips five colours in our hair kind of magic.
I also want to be a jazz pianist. And a singer. And look good in a pink bikini.
We were born fighters. We fight to stay alive, to win girlfriends and boyfriends, to stay popular, to stay invisible, to be the next President of the United States of America. And most honourable of all, we fight for Love. We'd fight, and die, for Love. We strum sad tunes on our imaginary guitars, and pluck the sorry strings of our souls. Killing me softly with his song.... killing me softly... with his song... with his song... We lie, we apologize, we fight and break up, kiss and make up. Because we're just ordinary people. We don't know which way to go. Maybe we should take it slow. SIGH, peanut in the sea theory.
tried to hunch; 5:16 AM
Sunday, September 27, 2009
I'm good at pretending. I really am. I'm so good at pretending that what was fake at first becomes real. I'm so good at pretending that I forget what I'm protecting. I'm not a very honest person. Issues ah. Excuses have run out of time. I really wish I had some secret talent. Like an amazing voice, or amazing music skills, or amazing hair. Success is an iffy issue in the family. Trying is my first step to failure. I can never match up. I can never be enough. So I shut up, and I hide, and I'm the invisible girl. I walk through walls at home, and I breathe quietly so nobody knows. Wow, teenagerangst.com.
tried to hunch; 10:41 PM
