SE7EN.

im doing this simply because liz asked me to. and also because i have another 50 minutes till kevin hill starts.

7 RANDOM FACTS ABOUT ME
1. when a word that i like gets into my head, i tend to use it all the time until i get bored of it.
2. i make up/sing songs loudly in public, even when im by myself :)
3. i have a mole on under my right eyelid. SEXAYE.
4. i love to be early.
5. i feel guilty for the smallest things. even when its not my fault.
6. when im faced with an unwanted situation, i pretend that i have someone to talk to on my phone LOL.
7. i write poetry.

7 THINGS THAT SCARE ME
1. losing my memory.
2. losing the people i love.
3. huge groups of indian guys.
4. not being able to speak.
5. going to hell.
6. to die by suffocation. or being eaten alive by a crocodile/shark.
7. i scare myself sometimes. i can't believe some of the things i have done.


7 RANDOM THOUGHTS AT THE MOMENT
1. kevin hill is one hot daddy!
2. oprah has a weird streak along the side of her face. mascara?
3. my hair is too long.
4. my gold pumps are still outside.
5. i want to be stuck on an island with johnny depp!
6. project runway's on tonight!
7. are my thoughts really THIS scattered? haha

7 THINGS I SAY THE MOST
1. really?!!
2. HAHAHAHAH!
3. OH MY GOSH.
4. do i look fat to you?
5. i think i've on weight.
6. brad pitt is not ugly (recurring thread of argument in my household)
7. like.


7 PEOPLE TO DO THIS
nas, zar, loi, karen, mii, liz(!), lings :)

7 WEIRD THINGS ABOUT ME
1. my clothes are arranged according to colour (from the darkest shade to the lightest) and according to sleeve length.
2. i fantasise about being on oprah one day. on her show i mean LOL.
3. in my dreams, i am the master of high-heels.
4. i watch ads on tv and imagine that i can do ones that are better than that - innuendos and all.
5. when i blush, only my ears turn red.
6. i want to open a paper-bag shop.
7. when i sit on a roller-chair, i never stay in one place. usually i spin myself silly.

i hope you enjoy reading this liz. lol :)

yo ho ho ho and a bottle of rum.

the day started off with 'breakfast' at coffeebean with liz(!). the cashier/coffee-maker person turned out to be someone from jjc during the first three months. as it turned out, neither of us could remember the other's name. alot of walking around the five levels of westmall ensued before going to watch 'pirates of the caribbean'(!).

that was a summary of my day so far. now for the insecure part.

i honestly wish that i am now on a boat, sailing far far away, only to crash on a beach and stay there with my hidden stash of rum and succumb to the needlessness of change in my life.

of 197 children and a saviour from sweden.

i fell asleep to thoughts of harried children, massive house renovations and the horrors of potty training after reading 'and God created the au pair' last night. i saw my future yesterday, and it revolves around exotic holidays and garden parties - all the while haggling with a brood of toddlers, armed with a wipe in hand.

shards.

i know i have no right to question God's actions and his judgements. He is the Almighty and He has a reason for all that he does. yet, when i read about the tsunami that hit java two days ago, i can help but ask - why? i really don't understand it. it's always the poorest, most innocent people that have to endure war, strife, loss and pain. two years ago, the tsunami hit a number of countries, destroying everything that the people lived for. they had to build up their lives again from the sodden earth on which all once stood. before that, bombings, riots and all sorts of problems hit these people one by one. each time, just when they seem like they have finally reached the surface and are able to breathe again, they are sucked back into the swirl of despair, despondency and utmost helplessness. i know that there are many scientific reasons for all that happens - it has to do with the earth, the sea, the sky; and almost anything that can be blamed, is blamed. i am not blaming God for anything that has happened, let me just emphasise on that. i love Him and im sorry if i have offended anyone by this. i just don't understand why.

her reflection stares woefully
catching her tears in the silver lake
as she slowly picks herself off the floor.
with gentle fragility
she fuses them together
willing them to hold.

the picture, seemingly completed yet
not quite so.

there will be a rainbow at the end of the flood. all i can do each night is pray that God bless the whole world and keep it safe in his arms.

on a cheesy whim, i want to go down to davy jones' locker.

as of today, it's just two weeks till school starts. im still trying to re-wire my brain so that i would be able to adjust to timetables and homework again. this means eradicating the growing timetable in my head of all the tv shows/sitcoms/reality drama. well at least i have had practise sticking to a timetable for the last couple of months or so.

the funny thing is, as much as im DYING to get back to the mundanity and almost android-like quality that school posesses, the thought of the looming orientation just kinda sucks all the excitement away. i adjust pretty quickly to new surroundings and environments (gosh i sound like an animal needing to survive! haha) but im pretty shy, believe it or not. and knowing that i know no one in my course, it's gonna be one long week of orientation baby!

should they ask me to stand up, introduce myself and say a couple of interesting things about myself, this is what im gonna say:
1. i like to watch quirky advertisements - ones with tons of innuendos
2. i have very big feet.

life on the highway.

listening : stand - rascal flatts

i cried for like half an hour last night watching the o.c. i admit, i was hooked from the first episode. i take back everything i said about it being a dumb show and what not. these days, tuesdays are my reprieve and couldn't come any sooner! the thing is, i've been deluding myself all this while. i thought i was at the secind season. i just finished the first! oh the horror. i have two seasons to make up for!anyway, i missed the first half-hour of the o.c yesterday so by the time i turned on the tv, ryan had already made up his mind to leave. so i had to message zaria to ask her if the baby was his. that's how nuts i am. karma's really been on my case these couple of days.

oh, happy days!

THE AZZURIS ARE THE WORLD CUP CHAMPIONS.

the game this morning was the best they had ever played in the tournament, and to see them finally lift the trophy was simply, euphoric.

oh im so so happy.

to top it all off, before waking up to watch the match, i remember dreaming about going down to serangoon to have lunch at komala vilas. but when i reached there, the place was abandoned. so i started asking people 'where did komalas go to'? some guy told me to find it by going to the back - which i did, only to come across a sign that told me to go further in. i was hungry, and hunger makes you do stupid things, so i followed - and found myself facing a labyrinth of tunnels, so much so i felt claustrophobic. then i heard someone asking for help cos he was stuck in the tunnel. i looked in and saw... fabio cannavaro! LOL. apparently he wanted to eat at komalas as well. long story short, we helped each other out by tunneling our way through the tunnels to eventually sit down to a plate of dosai each.

i was so so happy.

what a start to the week :)

welcome to azzuri-land.

FORZA ITALIA!

take me home, country road.

you know, i think i have gone up another level on the kookiness scale. while waiting for a taxi after the syf opening ceremony, i spotted the 'no signboard seafood restaurant' at kallang waterfront. so to the embarassment of my parents and samuel, i started singing 'no signboard seafood restaurant! no signboard seafood restaurant!', all the while pretending that i was some undiscovered jazz artist singing by the wayside for spare change. hey, a girl can have dreams. needless to say, i was told to keep quiet a few times by each of my family members but i ignored them. the path of dreams never is smooth.

if you happen to go out with me one of these days, and i break out in song about some random thing, just walk straight ahead. i'll stop singing after awhile, i promise.

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zar, if you ever happen to read this, remember when i use to bitch about ruggers from that school? well karma has bitten me in the butt. i now have one of them in my house! somebody save me please. i won't say anything else about them - or at least until they get on my nerves.

which happens to be

right now.