DENISE CHEONG - GOD'S CHILD :)

Friday, November 30, 2007
But mere performances..

What a strange day spent! I spent a good afternoon at Starbucks today, trying to act mysteriously poetic and sophisticated as I sat in a scarlet sofa at a little corner with a notebook and pen in hand, a tall mango passion fruit blend quietly sitting upon the little coffee table. I love writing, I could just write for hours and hours, I love how the words form on mere paper, I love how the blanks get filled, how the lines cradle the words upon it. Paper is potential. I love how long bus rides somehow have the magical ability to induce certain memories, those which have etched themselves into your memory for those slow, pleasurably torturous future recalls. Every journey brings you to a different journey. Such bus rides don't only bring you to a physical destination, they bring you on a completely different journey, exhilarating, painful, bittersweet, then you suddenly find yourself in the middle of nowhere, not knowing where to begin again. Eventual reality settles, and you've reached your stop - where you ought to get going, to yet again, embark on another journey.

I want to travel the World with him one day.. It'll be so magical, so enchanting, almost like a ticket out of reality. Sigh, I should stop living in fiction and sleepwalking my life away...!! :(

As I took out my diary again today, I found something pretty, and I think I've mentioned it somewhere in this blog before..

Concussion

You.
Knocked.
Me.
Off.
My.
Feet.

Now sense makes no thing to me.

Not by me obviously.. Sigh, I feel like watching Moulin Rouge tonight. Pity, diamonds are not my best friends. Mere rocks. I bet if I press my pencil hard enough I'll get diamonds too.

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So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen

tried to hunch; 11:47 PM

Thursday, November 29, 2007
And it was all yellow..

I need to think Happy. Think Happy. THINK HAPPY. BE HAPPY. BECAUSE GOD WANTS ME TO BE HAPPY SO I MUST BE HAPPY SO THAT IT WOULD MAKE HIM HAPPY TOO. HAPPY HAPPY I AM HAPPY. God has an AMAZING plan in store for us, to prosper us, NEVER to harm us! He loves us too much!!

Life is full of adventure! I can't wait to embark on tomorrow's one! :) I shall declare tomorrow an Artsy Day! I wish I'd fall sick soon, so I'd just think and ponder myself to sleep. Ah, why, hurts the fragile soul, the caving heart, lest we untangle guilt and innocence..

See, I can't even post a proper decent entry. Anyway the most recent issue of Time magazine is really interesting, for the curious and the thinkers. Talks about how the human brain differentiates Good and Bad, how Morality seems to be already in-built and designed into humans exclusively. It questions our exclusive ability to make moral judgments and explores possibilities to better our judgments. The more I read and learn about how complex our brain works, the more I marvel at God's wondrous works! Science and God go hand in hand. Science PROVES the existence of God. Truly, we stand in awe of Him, our Beautiful Saviour. :)

So today I wrote an entry in my diary and it was no doubt very sad.. I think the people of the bus could see that I was indeed a very troubled girl. Diaries are one of the most precious and beautiful things on the planet. I can promise you, mine glows. Haha! Anyway, emo aside, I don't know what's left..

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I need you like water, like breath, like rain.

tried to hunch; 10:09 PM

Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Cover my eyes

What an awful day. If we keep giving time, who knows how much time left there is to give? The Sun is setting, another day gone, another moment passed, another chance missed.. See, we're running out..

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If you still care at all, don't go, tell me now. If you love me at all, don't call. Then out of nowhere, put me right back there.

tried to hunch; 6:16 PM

Friday, November 23, 2007
Abs like Fergie, Arms like Evangeline Lily

I am secretly blogging because I feel particularly low (not emo) as compared to my usual high from annoying my brother. Secretly because Brother Bear is sleeping soundly beside me and I don't want him waking up and attacking me with his vicious paws and claws. Went for a almost 5km run today and I felt like a plastic bag of fats trying to roll up a flight of stairs. Nonetheless satisfying, exercise is good. Gonna gym tomorrow morning: ABS LIKE FERGIE, ARMS LIKE EVANGELINE LILY - enough motivation for a lifetime of misery upon my fatty body.

It's a very Flashback day today. Bittersweet is not cruel enough a word. :(

Anyway today is Thanksgiving. And I think Tau Huay is the best thing God ever made.

My uncle went on a WATER FAST. 36 hours with nothing but PLAIN BORING WATER. Inspiration inspiration. I'm going on one too after the weekend. Yah yah, mock me.

FLASHBACK AGAIN. DEAR GENIE IN A BOTTLE, I WISH I HAD A TIME MACHINE PLEASE. WHINE WHINE WHINE.

Ver boring, I'm going to emo some place else. I can't wait for morning so I can have breakfast with Brother Bear. Isn't such a beautiful thing to get up every morning and think about food? (:

Oh by the way, the Earth is spinning at 1600 km/h. MIGHTY FAST.

tried to hunch; 1:32 AM

Saturday, November 17, 2007
2 September 2006

Love is [insert phrase]

a waking dream, a trick played by your unconscious on the present. It makes you crazy, half mad, smoke mazed, causes you to see things that aren't really there, not really. A cloud, fog for the senses. Images become sharper, clearer, etch themselves in your memory for slow, pleasurably torturous future recall.

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Is it? If Love was defined as that, and if it was on my prescription list, I'd probably think twice before taking it. :\ Oh, irony.

I flipped open my diary (the kind that historians are digging up now, Pre-blogaboutmylifeinapubliccyberdomain era ) the other day and I was reading all the mindless emotional rants about how he this and that, and I this and that, and we this and that. Lo and behold! The world where Denise is sleepwalking her Life away!

Since I have to bear with my increasingly painful to bear LOST withdrawal symptoms until Febuary 2008, I must find another form of time expenditure to stimulate my brain cells and broaden my mental focal range so that I won't be acting like the living dead when I return to school next year. Perhaps engross my mind in an interesting book, Alice in Wonderland/Through the Looking Glass, Catch-22, The Almost Moon, and the many many books which I read halfway/my friends borrowed/turning yellow on the shelf.

I need more Victorious moments in my life.

BLOGGER HATES LARRY I CAN'T UPLOAD ANY PHOTOS WHY WHY WHY. I WANT UPLOAD TEN THOUSAND THREE THOUSAND FIVE THOUSAND PHOTOS OF MATTHEW FOX BUT I CAN'T. HE IS THE most GORGEOUS MAN ALIVE and he is 41 years YOUNG. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT. HOW MANY OF YOU OLD FARTS OUT THERE ARE 41 AND BEAR POT BELLIES AND PIG FACES AND FLABBY ARMPITS?!?!!? Matthew Fox is HOT HOT HOT HOT MEGA SEXY. BEATS WENTWORTH MILLER HANDS DOWN. BOOOOOOOOOOOO.

tried to hunch; 12:43 AM

Friday, November 16, 2007
Obsession

After completing LOST Season 3, I am left terribly aghast and I nearly threw myself out of the window and chewed off my leg. I am burning, no, scorching to find out ANSWERS. ANSWERS. I NEED ANSWERS. WHY IS JACK SO DESPERATE TO GET BACK TO ISLAND. WHAT MISTAKE. WHAT WAS THE MISTAKE. WHO IS KATE'S "HE" REFERRING TO. WHAT HAPPENED TO THE REST. BEN DIED RIGHT, HE WAS IN THAT COFFIN. WHAT ISLAND. WHAT FREIGHTER. JOHN LOCKE. JOHN LOCKE. JACK SHEPHARD IS JACOB. WHAT IS JACOB. THE NUMBERS. THE NUMBERS. THE PREGNANCIES. THE ISLAND. THE PLANE. WAS IT ALL CLEVERLY ORCHESTRATED FOR A LARGER PURPOSE.

SEASON 4 SEASON 4 SEASON 4 SEASON 4 SEASON 4 SEASON 4.

Help, I don't think I'll be sleeping any earlier tonight. I think I am going to watch LOST again soon, but this time with a different perspective, noting the details, the depth of the show, literary and visual effects, allusions, metaphors, symbols, etc. Mad mad mad mad I am mad. Ohm, you'd be astounded, blown away by all the hidden metaphors and allusions and what not, in the show. You might as well THROW AWAY YOUR HEROES DVDS AND GO WATCH LOST.

Sorry if I sound very aggressive or offensive. I'm not discrediting the entertainment/intellectual value of HEROES. Give me a few days to recover from this LOST disease. Sorry, and Thank you.

tried to hunch; 12:53 AM

Wednesday, November 14, 2007
PG

ADVENTURE ADVENTURE LIFE IS AN ADVENTURE. Because I insist that my blog is child-friendly, I will not put up any obscene bikini shots which may otherwise seem pleasing/unpleasing to the eye. It's fun in the sun everybody! Please go to SIX blog to read (when she updates) because I am too lazy to blog.

GLEE

Innocent Orgasmic Face

Singapore MATTHEW FOX (HOT in water only)

Pink and Yellow and Bangz Gang and Crumpler Clan. Eeeyer!

Roxy Girl

"The colour ver nice!"

Warriorrrrr

Pet Horse

Anticipation

tried to hunch; 10:16 PM

Saturday, November 10, 2007
Time for some merry making.

To those currently on holiday but slaving their lives away for a disgruntled employer, please don't spend the money you've earned like water, do something cool with it, like buy flowers for your mom, or get your dad a bar of soap. Things get more fulfilling that way. (: Lucky for me, I waved Ben & Jerry's goodbye so that I could spend more time fooling around and trying to get a greater hang on things. Great things to look forward to!

1. Walking

2. LOST Season 2 and 3

3. NEW guitar strings (gonna have to give my guitar a name)

4. Consistent gyming

5. Healthy diet

6. Passport photo

And yes, LOST is the best television serial I've watched so far. Boone has the loveliest, most captivating and entrancing eyes in the World. Nicer than Zac Efron! Thank God for eyes, to see eyes. AND he's soooooo good looking I tell you! His eyes of such immaculate standards - truly God given. Excitement excitement.

Eli came over again, and this time even more hard core, but we reaped a better harvest despite the immense fatigue we experienced later on. We baked, cooked, cycled to Fairprice Express, nearly got knocked down by car from midnight to 7am. And we were handsomely rewarded for our brave efforts and courageous acts.

1. Egg Tarts (out of this world, better than the ones outside I promise)

2. Pseudo Beef Pie (pork pie)

3. Sausage and Mushroom Quiche

4. Assorted Muffins

Practically rolled on the floor and slept within 3 seconds of rolling after that.

I really love Saturdays, it's a time for rejuvenation - physically and spiritually. Always a great reminder to why I'm here on this Earth for.

I remember asking Eli, "Why is life so difficult, Elizabeth? Why?" I wonder sometimes if I were born into poverty, would I still ask the same question? There's so much more to this world we have yet to see, the ugly side especially. When you see corruption, injustice, oppression and poverty, reigning in Africa, China and many many other parts of the World, how can we simply sit back and brood over how we have no money to go shopping, or buy the latest handphone and iPod? It's so sad, and yet we ignore, blatantly, the look of longing-ness and hopelessness on a child's face. I admit not having cared about these things, even a simple act of giving a fraction of the money in my wallet to that poor guy outside the MRT station, staggers me. This might sound all so cliche, but honestly, how can we simply not care? But at the end of the day, what worth are words, without actions? Afterall, all a man has are his words.

I must stop sounding as if my problems are all larger than life, because they are certainly not. Emotions and whatever whatever. Really, whatever. Life is too short to mope around about how that boy did something, or rather, didn't do something. It's too short to sit and lament about the could beens and has beens. Time to put words into practice Denise, as it is you're already late.

tried to hunch; 8:21 PM

Friday, November 09, 2007
Must I imagine you there..

It's been a far too trying week, trying to get my emotions and whatever whatever in order. It has come down to this, I've become so blinded I don't see the compass pointing into God's arms. My senses have all come to a halt and everything else seems to be speeding past my currently impaired vision. It just feels too ridiculous and silly to be moping and brooding over my much deserved plight, but oh goodness, help me Jesus. Nonchalant, indifferent, so on and so on. Why do I care? Why should I care? You're just another person, that other person, person of persons, to which we sung to a different tune..

Break my heart for what breaks Yours, Lord.

tried to hunch; 5:30 PM

Tuesday, November 06, 2007
A GREAT Day! :D

So instead of walking from home to Tanah Merah, I decided to take the path of the unexplored, to choose the undiscovered, to shun away from familiarity; and embark on a tumultuous journey humanity has, since the Middle Ages, quivered and peed in their pants at the very thought of.

I walked a pleasing 150 minutes from Serangoon to Sengkang.

And it felt soooo GOOD I tell you. Despite sailing in unchartered waters without a compass or a map, it was very refreshing, in every aspect you can think of. I admit my calves are aching a bit from the merciless terrains I had to traverse. I promise, 2.5 hours is not enough, it only propels you to pursue the boundless, the pieces of land unmarked and unblemished by human territory.

I can't even start to imagine doing that OVERSEAS! :D :D

Backpacking anyone? ;)

tried to hunch; 11:13 PM

Celebration of life

After 12 hours of non-stop (almost) baking, my taste buds seem to repel anything sweet. Eli and I should just quit school and start our very own cooking show. GOOD RIDDANCE TO 'A' LEVELS.

1. Banana Cake
2. Chocolate Pudding
3. Sausage Bacon and Mushroom Quiche
4. Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip Cookies
5. Another Banana Cake
6. Marshmallow and Peanut Butter Chocolate Layered Cake
7. Apple Cinnamon Muffins

Please, we brought the word "Baking" to a whole new platform. And please feel free to pop by my house to clear all the food. My mouth cannot take another grain of sugar. Plus, we've been receiving great comments from our victims, thus giving us the extra incentive to start our own business. Ka-ching Ka-ching! :D

It's a lovely Tuesday, and God gave such melancholic weather. It's the perfect setting to walk to far far away. Let's try Tanah Merah for a start. ;) I hope the iPod lasts long enough for the journey. Should it fail, well, that's the beauty of time. It drains.

tried to hunch; 12:51 PM

Sunday, November 04, 2007
Stolen from Deb <3

Oh, CJ051, you've definitely made my J1 year worth remembering. All the hardship and toil. blood, sweat, glue and tears. (: DEBORAH CHIU, when can we go scare birds with Zhao!!!!?! Waiting for waayy too long already! :D

tried to hunch; 6:51 PM

Friday, November 02, 2007
Birds and cows.

Approx 40 seconds before I attempted to open the FF.

May Chok forgive me as the clock strikes 9.

Approx 23 seconds before the camera ran out of battery.

The people who cooked the most gastronomically gratifying food of the day, despite our beggarly appearances, oily faces and ultimately LOW CLASS mannerisms.

KE AI KE AI. YUYAGEGE IS A MUTANT MONSTER WHO LURKS WITHIN THE DENSE AND DEATHELSS VEGETATION WHICH SURROUNDS HIM.

Still, very hungry.

I am so full my stomach is going to explode. This calls for a DIET: STARVATION for the next 23 days. I slept so much last night I woke up this morning feeling like I was reborn into another century. FUN AND GAMES all day long I shall, PW is over and we should all champagnes into each other's noses!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So many things to do next week and beyond!

1. Eva Longoria and Amy Winehouse
2. Ethel, Kimberly and Clare
3. CHARLENE PHUA
4. ZHAO + DEB bird-scaring adventures
5. Moviez
6. Ben & Jerry's?!?! SIX!!!!!!!!!!
7. Class outing "PLEASE ugly ugly"
8. Diet: Starvation
9. ZOMG ZIHUI.

Uh, no such thing as Perfect 10 k.

JAEL TAN HJ I NEED TO SEE MORE OF YOU. :)

I haven't been posting anything of brain lately, and my body is lacking water and other vital minerals. It's the weekend and I'm quite sad that I won't be wearing my school uniform until next year. I know, I know, our uniform sucks/sho ahgree/boring but, uh, I like it okay! Makes me look smart and studious and that I'm actually getting an education in our system's much heralded Junior College. Oh, which reminds me I need to collect Handmaid's Tale and Brave New World from Six. Ah sucks, my brother is taking far too long talking to fiancee. I want to go downstairs to tan already. I need to get my brain functioning.

tried to hunch; 5:05 PM