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WITHOUT SHOESThe Gentlemen's Club at Boulevard #21 June 30 Venus & Her Human LoverOverheard at some local bar in the northen parts, between Venus, the Goddess of Love, and her oh so human lover... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ It was a cold and stormy night. And as I was sitting at a bar waiting for the band to strike up another rendition of a shoddy celtic song & dance, a silky alto voice, accompanied by a less baritone caught my ears before the tin whistle could blow itself... "You taught me what love is. Your cheerful divine service made me forget the years that pass between," he said.
She was draped in eccletic furs. Radiant, beautiful, tempting, desired. She was the epitome of cold indifference, yet the embodiment of love & passion; the Goddess of Love, Beauty, Seduction & Fertility.
"I won't reproach you Madam. You may be a godly woman, but you're a woman all the same, and when it comes to love, you are as cruel as any woman."
"Is there any greater cruelty for the lover, than the beloved woman's infidelity?" He is but just a man. A man of worldly needs, and humanly desires. A man who knows not his place in her world and his, and a man who is still and constantly in search of - to apologietically use a cliche - love. But he is still just a man, and like all man who do and might be, is a man who instinctively puts his needs and desires to satisfy himself before hers before servicing her to her own desired ecstacy. "Ah!" she countered, "we are faithful as long as we love, but you men demand that women be faithful without love and give ourselves without joy. Who is the cruel one here? The woman or the man? On the whole, you humans take love too ernestly, too seriously. You talk about duties, when all should count is pleasure." "Yes, Madam, but then we have very respectable and virtuous emotions and lasting relationships." "And yet," Madam broke in, "that eternally restless, eternally unquenched desire for naked paganism; that love that is the supreme joy, that is divine serenity itself - those things are useless for you modern people, you children of reflection... That sort of love wreaks havoc on you..." [to be continued...] In the classic tradition of Ms Lolita & The Brass Man and as triggered during the bored hours of duty, with the inspiration of Leopold who kept me company. April 18 Commercial BreakI'm taking a commercial break from obsessively watching my Sophie Ellis-Bextor DVD, and the Chanel No.5 commerical on loop, to fulfill my update quota for this quarter, and indulge in some random writing, lest I forget this skillset, and suffer an unspeakable death in Uni.
(NTU took me in. Man, God Bless their sanity. They have no idea what they got themselves into) "It's murder on the dance floor."
(and I actually know the dance steps!)
Literally murder. Considering how klutzy I was attempting to go for Swing Fling @ Jitterbugs, just after 2 lessons in lindy hopping.
Which reminds me...
*ANNOUCEMENTS*
1) Me & Jen are going for Salsa Nite @ Union Square on the 28th.
(Lydia, you MUST come) and all you salsareos (you know who you are) come join us! 2) I'm booking tickets for Burn the Floor this Sat.
Any other takers? I've 15% discount.
"California....."
The OC Spring Fling BBQ was yet another successful gathering that the Cookout-Boys can put in our books. (I Love My Decor, I wanna host one of those daytime TV shows like Designer Guys) And I'm saying this because... ...PERSIS YEO! I BOOK YOU NOW FOR THE NEXT GATHERING.
You have no excuse, considering I have to go all the way to your workplace,
and sit down in the kid's corner at the OSIM Fair, just so that I can talk to you! while you paint a spiderweb on my hand using kiddie paint.
It's been quite a good couple of weeks actually, considering that I've actually started dance class,
and the amount of wonderful evening dinners,
and chill sessions with good live bands at Wala,
brilliant concerts, plays, gatherings, random outings,
party plannings and other leisure activities
that I've been wanting to persue and enjoy for the longest time.
- I'm indulging now in collecting the Sin City graphic novels, and I spotted this charming antique table lamp from Spain at Eccletic Attic. How??? Ok, wait till I get my backpay, and progress package, and after I buy my much needed slim, sleek, DigiCam.
(oh crap, i need to find a $100 supply of dendrobuim orchids, and a solid playlist for Jayme's 21st this Sun)
I've actually found the time to get to know my dear darlings better, share their happys and sads, and to actually foster better bonds with my ah-ka-liao buddies, and deepen certain friendships. I actually now have the time to talk to these people properly over dinner, coffee and wine.
(Who would have thought I would share deep heartfelt conversations with Vanessa and actually connect on a deeper level than i thought I could.)
And of course, to actually sit down and have decent meals with my family,
(of whom I've neglected)
and YES! sleep at decent hours.
To the people who expect me to work, and are reading this.
I BELIEVE THAT I !!DESERVE!! TO RUN AWAY FROM WORK AND TAKE A BREAK FOR A COUPLE OF MONTHS, AFTER YEARS AND YEARS OF TIRELESSLY WORKING WITHOUT SO MUCH SO AS A PROPER LULL PERIOD.
Even the News has commcerial breaks...
BAH!
I'm going to take up fencing after Lindy.
Now... Back to my lovely Sophie...
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An Evening In Bali
 March 20 To have Loved, Lost, Learnt & Grown.COOL - Gwen Stefani It's hard to remember how it felt before Now I found the love of my life Passes things, get more comfortable Everything is going right And after all the obstacles It's good to see you now with someone else And it's such a miracle that you and me are still good friends After all that we've been through I know we're cool I know we're cool We used to think it was impossible Now you call me by my new last name Memories seem like so long ago Time always kills the pain Remember Harbor Boulevard The dreaming days where the mess was made Look how all the kids have grown, oh We have changed but we're still the same After all that we've been through I know we're cool I know we're cool Yeah, I know we're cool And I'll be happy for you If you can be happy for me Circles and triangles And now we're hanging out with your new girlfriend So far from where we've been I know we're cool I know we're cool C-cool, I know we're cool I know we're cool March 13 One Sunday In The SpringTell Me On A Sunday
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Sarah Brightman
Andrew Lloyd Webber's "Song & Dance (1982)"
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Don't write a letter when you want to leave Don't call me at 3 a.m. from a friend's apartment I'd like to choose how I hear the news Take me to a park that's covered with trees Tell me on a Sunday please Let me down easy Don't want to know who's to blame Don't leave in silence with no word at all Don't want to fight day and night Don't run off in the pouring rain *as heard on melencholic monday in the train.
March 11 One Night In An Obscure KTVIF
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Chi'yi
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If a picture paints a thousand words,
Then why can't I paint you? The words will never show the you I've come to know. If a face could launch a thousand ships, Then where am I to go? There's no one home but you, You're all that's left me too. And when my love for life is running dry,
You come and pour yourself on me. If a man could be two places at one time, I'd be with you. Tomorrow and today, beside you all the way. If the world should stop revolving, spinning slowly down to die,
I'd spend the end with you. And when the world was through, Then one by one the stars would all go out, Then you and I would simply fly away -----------------------------------------------------
thanks Jen, for sharing this lovely song. :)
and it's now official, whoever dies first,
the other has to sing 'Vincent' at the funeral.
i'll have a half a century or so to practice...
...just in case I outlive u. ;)
February 26 As Heard In the Cab On the way home...I HONESTLY LOVE YOU (Olivia Newton John) Maybe I hang around here I love you You don't have to answer I'm not trying to make you feel uncomfortable If we both were born
Classified Ads: Searching for Dance Partner.Been years, and I'm still searching for my dance partner.
any takers?
I promise to smell nice,
and to not step on your feet.
*Must own nice shoes and dresses. ;)
February 17 Stupid CupidIn a belated tribute to Cupid and his stinging arrow...
Though juxtaposed against each other, other people seem to express my sentiments better.
*nods*
Here's to better Valentines in the years to come.
Cheers!
Stolen from Vanessa...
Quote : "...Don't anyone give me any crap about Valentine's Day being commercialised and rip-offs for whimpering lovefools! At least there IS a day dedicated to being romantic and nice to your loved ones!
It is also the only day in the calender year that gives people who are self-proclaimed "unromantic" an opportunity to redeem themselves. Look, everything sold during the V'day period is packed nicely, over-priced and oozing with passionate reds, lovely pinks and love, love, love! You see... ... ..." : unquote Stolen from Kay- Lene's blog:
If you've ever had your heart broken, you'd know it takes determination and a lot of hard work for two people to stay together. So bollocks to the notion of romantic love 'cos reality bites. Hard.
Love may be a many splendid thing but to really know what love is, maybe we need to find out what it's not. That way, we manage each other's expectation with less disappointment. Love is not... º Just wanting the same thing. Taking the same route there is equally important, if not more. º Giving in blindly. Losing yourself will definitely take a toll on your relationship º Holding on to what's not yours. º Forever. Accept that. º Making empty promises to pacify your loved ones. Taking small conscientious steps to improve is more admirable. º Divisible. You have to multiply it. º Me! Me! Me! It's us. º Assuming you know everything. It's about learning. º Turning a deaf ear. You have to listen. Hard. º Keeping quiet either. Communication is the key. February 16 Sex AppealWhen most normal guys would just rather search for porn,
this is what I would rather view to satisfy my visual activity actually...
i think it's more aesthetically pleasing.
no wonder i just adore watching Torino 2006 for the ice skating. ;)
  February 06 Vanessa's (F)4-eva 21 partyIn dedication to the one affectionally known as F4's Vaness Wu,
or our Legally Blonde Bimbette who turned more intelligent
than Minister Tan, by stumping him on lamda. ;)
Vanessa Yeo (officially 23), celebrated her forever 21 birthday, coz she can't count past that number *grin*, and cried on stage when we dedicated time on the band to her, for her 3 minutes of fame @ The Long Bar.
It was quite a riot. *points below*
*other scandalous, rated R23 pictures omitted for censorship's sake* January 31 Atheist On The HighwayGive me my blistering scarlet Nissan Silvia S15 or Sileighty,
and we'll go blazing down the highway past the midnight hour.
The front seat's empty.
Hop in, and we'll cruise downtown with the soft ballads of city streets at night,
before pumping up the beat of Eurotrance at 135km/h.
It'll be an intensely enchanting drive I promise.
A driver's delight indeed.
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on the list of things to do before I die:
Speed down the WANGAN Highway, Toyko
in a fully tuned S15 Silvia Spec.
--------------------------------------------------------- January 18 The Romance of the Silver Rose: Part XII (Ending)…The Westermen are routed. They have faced a myraid of mystic creatures, a dragon, the elves, the unlikely orcish allies, and a hero among mankind - and they have had enough. They are easy to pick off as they flee through the forest much more slowly than the elves can follow.
In their panic, they break into smaller and smaller groups and the elves have no difficulty in killing them off with their silver arrows, now gleaming with the eminence of the Silver Rose’s aura that emanate from it’s rightful crest in the Elven lands. The elves show no mercy; the Westermen die in the tens of thousands. They will leave the forest, and never to return. The Tree of Life lives on, and Elanor with the healing lore of the Elder Sorceresses will tend to it till it makes a full recovery.
Without you, the elves and the whole forest would have been doomed. Without the forest, the whole world’s atmosphere would have been thrown into imbalance.
Elanor, Elven Princess of Arden, greets you as the forest’s saviour she had always known you would be. Now everything that grows in the great Forest of Arden is your friend. You will not be famous when you return to the lands of men, where your beloved Scarlett is awaiting patiently for your return home. She will never fathom your tale nor will she understand your new romance of harmonious peacefulness that the Silver Rose embodies. No one will ever know or have faith towards what great deeds you performed here in Arden. But it doesn’t matter. You know you are a hero.
THE END
(to be commenced…)
inspired by the belief of magic, heart & soul in the crazy:beautiful a world where diamond felines, jade dragonflies & a sapphire lynx also roam.
The Magic of Fourscarlet roses. burgundy.lush.velvety.satin
violet.lavender.floral.chiffon flowing in a full billowy vogue
chopsticks.chignon.twist.cerise mysterious solitude of quiet torment
there she is gliding across the room, crazy, beautiful in her gorgeous crimson ruby heels.
Magic.
January 03 Rebel HeartI forgot I had this song by David Gates on my MP3 playlist,
and when it started playing when I was listening to my music in camp,
i nearly flung my poor m:robe across the room,
coz I know it'll just make me tear.
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Looking at your picture lying on my bed
Wishing I was pulling close the real you instead I don’t know what I said or did But girl I’m missing you And I like to hear my music But there’s nothing I can listen to Cos I can’t play the songs I used to play because of you The lonesome feeling start before the intro's halfway thru Everyone reminds me of the things we used to do together
And I can’t go to places that I used to take you to Cos everywhere the faces there they all look just like you
Until your heart comes back where it belongs
I can’t play the songs Everywhere I’m drivin’ I go a different way I can’t turn on my radio, afraid what they might play My friends all drive me crazy cause you’re all they ask about And why I live in silence but they just don’t understand Without you, I can’t play the songs I used to play because of you The lonesome feeling start before the intro's halfway thru No one can replace you cause once I tried And even when I try to go with someone new You are so deep in my head I looked into her eyes but then I say your name instead Until your heart comes back where it belongs I can’t play the songs There’s nothing left that I can do cause I'm so lost in love with you No where to turn, no place to run You know you are my only one I can’t play the songs you used to sing along with me Cos everyone is always bringin’ back the memory Until your heart is back where it belongs I can’t play the songs (won’t you please come back to me) December 31 Put On Your Red Shoes and Dance(auld lang syne- old time ago) ...We two have run about the hills, We two have paddled in the stream, And here's a hand my trusty friend, And surely you'll lift up your glass, For auld lang syne, my dear ----------------------------------------------------- I truly want to start 2006 on the right track. been an unsettling half a year of late.
Happy New Year folks! ---------------------------------------------------- ... please Mr Bojangles, come back and dance... ... and dance ... and dance ... please dance...
*whistles a little jig* ----------------------------------------------------
experimental and fun.
pictures of my harrowing film production in progess below ... need rest badly
*points down*
December 27 Cashew Nuts Burning On An Open FlamePre-Christmas @ Jayme's
A huge warm thank you to our darling hostess, for cooking up a delightful dinner.
*see picture below*
We had a lovely evening :)
(kinda makes up for the no-go this year, at my traditionalised annual Katrina's Christmas Eve Party)
Post-Christmas @ Shaun's
A totally hilarious cookout.
*see picture below*
Jesus came to visit on Boxing Day ;) 'nuff said. Daniel. Women dig you as a religious icon. They WANT you. ;)
Plus it does seem that we guys have become quite the veterans of house cookout parties. We put together one so effortlessly these days...
And well Vanessa dear, marrying the three of us would actually include the sex clause (individually). so please think that over carefully honey. or just hire a chef ;)
December 18 "On Stage, You Feel the Most Powerful"The Nutcracker ballet was beautiful.
The grace, the childlike wonder, the magic.
Gorgeous costumes. Brillant set design.
Wonderful company.
Almost a perfect evening :)
It's been so long since the last I went for a PROPER performance...
... that includes taking the effort to dress up, having a leisurely mini-dinner & wine before etc.
... and also those ballet under the stars picnics at Fort Canning Green.
I miss that old lifestyle.
I miss performing on stage too.
Sometimes I wonder. Why did I give it up. December 04 Of Lush Roses & Carols by the Christmas TreeOn the list of magical moments.
The little things in life that I cherish:
1) A carefully chosen and thoughfully orchestrated bouquet of beautifully lush, yet non-overtly-feminine, red and white roses on a 21st birthday.
2) Serenaded by soft, warm Christmas carols in a quiet cosy house on the piano, by just the light of a Christmas tree, in your own little world...
To the two special people who gave me those memories of such fleeting
yet tender moments, thank you. I'll treasure.
*smiles*
Just don't be surprised if you see a recreation of
these scenes in my future productions ;) November 27 Hot IntangibleAfter his 'enlightenment' during his social night with the Colonel's daughter... Daniel: Everyone should have a hot friend. Some babe you can call out when you need a date, minus the commitment.
During a chicken rice session at Purvis Street... Xiaowen: I think everyone should have a hot friend to go out with, and a f*buddy for 'you know', to substitute whole the boyfriend/girlfriend thing.
The following week in a rare chance encounter with Kee Soon & Vansessa at Kopitiam Marina... Ian: If I had a female collie... I'll groom her to be the hottest intelligent bitch in the entire neighbourhood with a Tiffany & Co. doggie tag, and have all those stray mongrels lusting after her... (cue the sterilise your pets radio ad)
Later on in the day, much to the amusement of the once bimbo Vanessa... Ian: Cohabitating is also an excellent choice. I want a dog too. So i can have both my hot friend and hot dog. ( in reference to Vanessa's http://butterfly-pink.blogspot.com Nov 20 entry.) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- BTW: I just must mention, spotted during today's dinner with Khiong, Matthew & Lianya, since we're on the topic: there's a pretty hot waitress at Father Flanagan's, CHIJMES, who waited constantly on our table, to my upmost delight. looks like i'll be frequenting there more often ;) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
November 04 Skewer, Grill and Serve.Halloween.
Tim Burton. Ian Tan. ...Figures ---------------------------
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned on Halloween. - Annonymous October 30 The White Witch & Her Magic DragonflyOnce upon a time,
in the land of fairies and elves,
lived a White Witch and her Magic Dragonfly.
On the All Hallows Eve,
(isn't it ironic)
this white witch first opened her eyes.
Along with Old Mr Pumpkin-head,
(the wrinkly keeper of the land)
and his mouldy jack-o-lantern,
Neverland was their home,
where they mature but never age. Away from this world of ours,
their imaginations take flight.
Where they find peace and optimism,
in the beauty of the world. There they frolic in fairy dust & toadstools,
and the brilliance of the Northern Lights.
The White Witch and her Magic Dragonfly
would fly to the moon, and would play among the stars. One day on the 21st Hallow's eve, Mr Pumpkin-head said to her:
"My dearest White Witch,
never forget that there is magic in the world,
never forget that the heart doesn't grow old.
Let it believe, be happy, and love.
The Magic Dragonfly was your guardian
since you saw the beauty of this world.
And she'll continue to protect and fill your life
with magic and beauty if you let her.
Let her take flight, and she'll bring you along.
But you must protect her too,
and not let her die,
for she is fraglie my love.
For as long as you keep her alive,
your life will be filled with wonderment,
and she'll brighten up your saddest days.
So it's time for you to go and explore the world.
But never worry, for she, the Magic Dragonfly will keep you safe."
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*for Kay-Lene on her 21st birthday.
Keep believing in the magic of this world my little darlin'.
love ya. :) September 13 The Little Boy StoryThere was a small boy
He was too young to open the mailbox,
But one day, he picked up the telephone,
"Harrwow?"
Now, the manager was a kind and patient man,
"Little boy, what's happening over there? Why is it so noisy?"
Now, the manager got really worried. "Why are there policemen and helicopters at your house little boy?" He little boy laughed a little innocent laugh. "Shhhh, i pwaying hide and seek under the table... I think they looking for me..."
#end#
a little yarn I used to spin over coffee at Gloria Jean's to put a smile on someone's face... just because....
September 12 The Hairstylist and His Majesty's Imperial HaremHere's another manifestation of my obsession with
*see photos below* A multimedia fashion video
4th year in the running.
Coming to you,
Ms Squirrel & Mr Bear in the SpringtimeOnce upon a springtime,
there lived a frumpy old bear.
The days were of soft sunshine,
where the flowers were budding and blooming,
and the air smelt of oak trees and honey bees
in the 100 acre woods.
Mr Bear worked at the local peanut butter factory
out west of the woods. He found his life pretty mundane,
placing lids onto peanut butter jars.
One fine day when the woodpeckers were out and about,
Mr Bear waited at his usual bus stop for the bus
that will take him to the factory, clutching his lunchbox
of fresh home baked honey bread with crisp lettuce and red ripe tomatos.
To Mr grumpy Bear's annoyance,
Ms Squirrel scurried by and asked him for help
gathering nuts the next evening.
Now, Ms Squirrel was a great friend of Mr Bear,
so he grunted and said he'll be there just before sunset.
How happy they were plucking daisies and picking nuts
in the sweet scented woods, frolicking among the trees,
and blueberry bushes.
Little did Mr Bear realise that all his grumpiness was gone.
He just had so much great fun and serenity each time
the two of them go on their nut picking adventures.
The days passed quickly, and the nights grew more beautiful,
Sometimes, they'll sit by a tree and share a good book.
Sometimes, they'll sit by the wagon cart tracks to look for passing stars.
But before long, Springtime was over.
Mr Bear found a job at a high paying strawberry jam factory as
a supervisor for sweetness control.
And Ms Squirrel went back to her home out west.
They wrote letters to each other once in a while,
and sometimes, Mr Bear would send some ripe strawberries.
But it was no longer the same.
Ms Squirrel met Mr Squirrel, and they lived in a little cubby hole
in the serene Walnut Avenue.
Mr Bear soon met Ms Bear,
and they found a cosy home in Honeysuckle Cave.
Mr Bear and Ms Squirrel still meet each other
once in a full moon under the stoic oak tree in 100 Acre woods,
catching up, and reliving the lost innocence of their free-spirited years.
Away from their responsibilities, without much cares in the world,
seeking a quiet understanding, and peace of heart and mind.
Sometimes they talk about the good old days...
"Everyone needs a special best friend, don't you think?"
"The Jack-O-Skeleton in everyone's life?"
"Something like that"
"That special someone else."
"Everyone has a special someone else..."
"Even that chattery, annoying Ms Rabbit in the cream cheese factory"
"Now now, don't be mean..."
But these days time seems to whiz pass them,
and they can no longer have the luxury of picnics
and long conversations of everything and nothing.
Yet they can speak so much, without speaking at all.
And once again, they leave the oak tree behind,
as they head back to their warm, loving homes.
- The End -
*disclaimer: inspiration and references were taken
from actual conversations and musings,
actual events and people, as well as a Winne The Pooh storybook. |
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