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- Mood:
contemplative
Annie Lennox's performance of "Many Rivers" on "Idol Gives Back".
No matter what people may say about her not being pretty, or sounding "weird".... no one can sing with quite the same kind of raw emotion as she can.
Performance of the night, and a reminder of the skill that first captivated me in 1995 with the song "Why" from her first solo album, Diva.
Sunshine that chases the dark clouds awaaaaay.
Hee hee hee.
i love my new Mac!!!!!!
Had forgotten this song even existed, til it suddenly surfaced on my itunes. Hehe...
i remember listening to this when i was a lot younger.. she was the first singer i liked who had to go and get herself killed, by her own fan club's president, no less. -.- how's THAT for love gone awry.
British boy church choir group Libera's "Sanctus #4", featuring Ed Day. Sheer beauty, if you ask me.
Upon coming out ten minutes later, i discovered that daddy dearest had made a mistake when looking at the clock, and it was only 9:10.
@#$%^&**(()(&^%$#$#@!
- Mood:awake
... an ingrown hair/pimple hybrid on the upper lip.
D:
槙原敬之-在呼喊妳的名字之後
*inhale...exhale*
:)
- Mood:
content
Do NOT sing loudly and lustily at seemingly empty bus stops thinking no one is listening, because someone invariably is.
Life lesson learnt #2:
Do NOT always just assume that particular niggling itch is nothing but dry skin, but instead actually LOOK and SEE. The itch is invariably due to the concentrated attention of a rabid mosquito dumb enough to bite you multiple times at the same spot, and consequently be so stuffed that it's deletion from God's green earth is simply a matter of a well-placed smack.
Dad, brother and i were conversing over lunch, and they brought up something they witnessed about a year back.
I've heard it before, but hearing about it again just makes me so. damn. furious.
My dad was driving my brother to tuition, somewhere along the road that runs along Pandan Reservoir, when a little water bird ran out from the bushes at the side of the road, trying to cross to the reservoir. The driver of the car in front of them applied the brakes, watched the bird trot across the road, and when the little creature was directly in front of his wheel, he stepped on the gas and ran over it.
And my dad and brother just gaped in horror as the bird (which amazingly wasnt totally crushed) painfully dragged what was left of its mangled body that last short distance to the side of the road to die.
i am so damn fucking furious.
WHAT. THE. FUCK. So the bird is not your pet. So it crosses the road when you're maybe in a rush. BUT WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!
Animals are voiceless and voteless. But do they deserve any less chance to live than us humans?
WHY THE NEEDLESS CRUELTY?!
i really really wish i was there to give him a good hard punch.
Whoever that guy in the car was, i hope his midsection and lower carriage gets crushed under the wheels of a five ton truck, leaving him to writhe in agony and he dies a slow, excrutiatingly painful death.
- Mood:
enraged
According to The Birthday Calculator at www.paulsadowski.com,
Your birth tree is
Apple Tree, the Love
Of slight build, lots of charm, appeal and attraction, pleasant aura, flirtatious, adventurous, sensitive, always in love, wants to love and be loved, faithful and tender partner, very generous, scientific talents, lives for today, a carefree philosopher with imagination.
Certainly got the "slight build" and "adventurous" and "lives for today" parts right :p
Scientific talents? Then why am i floundering around helplessly in the quicksand vortex NUS calls "Life Science"? D:
All the other stuff the calculator came up with wasn't really interesting...
cept perhaps for the top hits of 1984 section.
I like all the songs there!
Cept for "Jump" by Van Halen. Don't know what song THAT is. Heh.
- Mood:
crappy
*gaaaaaaargle spit phelgm*
ad all i want to do id sleep but i cannod becod i hab *sniff* paperd due on monday ad tuesday ad wed- *sniff* -nesday.
*blows nose loudly + rudely, "that CANNOT have just come from my nose, ugh" throws it into bin*
- Mood:
distressed
Today one such unsavouray character jammed his brakes at a bus stop, resulting in me skittering across the standing area with all the grace of a 60 year old ballerina with a full set of 10 broken toes, right into a couple of young ladies attempting to hold a conversation despite being thrown around like green beans in maracas being shaken somewhat over-enthusiastically.
It didnt help that i was clad in gym singlet and shorts, trying to act haughty and maintain a look on my face that was supposed to read "I-might-look-sweaty-but-in-reality-smel
i think my pretty pirouette across the bus sorta spoilt the act.
Gah i HATE bus drivers who drive buses as if they were bloody lamborghinis.
AGAIN. 2nd time in 2 weeks.
And its my sister's phone, too.
Adieux dear hp, i didnt even have enough time to get used to pressing your perky lil buttons, before having to bid farewell to your silvery-blue, scratched and not exactly pristine countenance. Never again will i get to bask in the weak anaemic glow of your display screen, never again will your screechy trilling draw me forth from blessed slumber into the unholy tendrils of dreary day.
On a more upbeat note... upon breaking this dismal piece of news to my then ice-cream-ingesting sister, she broke into murderous-rampage-ultimate-overdrive mode for a grand total of 5 secs, before the combined effects of the ice-cream and my pathetic animal whining cooled down her inner locomotive and pulled her maternal instincts into motion.
Thank GOD for sister-brother kinship, ice cream, maternal instincts, and the ability to make pitiful noises.
And thank you Kalvin! For making me feel better when i was dying of fear and apprehension O.o);
- Mood: relieved
Anyone else wants to go???
Let's go sometime soon! XDD
- Mood: hopeful
the only good thing about pimples is that you get to burst them.
*rubs hands with glee*
i LOVE bursting pimples.
The "pop" , the "seed" thingy exposed and removed.......
I think i am slightly masochistic.
- Mood: chipper
This was one of Mom's favourites... and is one of my own, too, i guess.
The sorrow is so palpably present, shored up by memories of her humming it gently to herself in the driver's seat, as i rode behind, a little kid staring out of the window, blissfully unaware of the bitter emotions behind the music that caressed my oblivious eardrums.
You don't bring me flowers
Neil Diamond and Barbara Streisand
You don't bring me flowers...
You don't sing me love songs...
You hardly talk to me anymore
When I come through the door at the end of the day...
I remember when you couldn't wait to love me
Used to hate to leave me
Now after loving me late at night
When it's good for you, babe
And you're feeling all right
You just roll over and turn out the light
And you don't bring me flowers anymore.
It used to be so natural
It used to be...
To talk about forever
Mmm...
But used-to-bes don't count anymore
They just lay on the floor
Till we sweep them away
And baby I remember all the things you taught me...
I learned how to laugh and I learned how to cry
Well, I learned how to love and I learned how to lie
So you think I could learn how to tell you goodbye ...
So you think I could learn how to tell you goodbye ...
You don't bring me flowers any more...
Well, you think I could learn how to tell you goodbye...
You don't say you need me;
You don't sing me love songs;
You don't bring me flowers anymore.
They don't write music like that any more....
Go listen to it. Neil Diamond and Barbara Streisand... only such powerhouse pairings can do this song justice.
- Mood: contemplative
Oooohhh seksy seksy seksy, this little piggy decides to indulge his gamer side and return to de vonderful vorld of Vana'diel.
In the short time since i got back, managed to regain entry into my old linkshell Bubugary, met up with old friends, went for some Dynamis runs (where i experienced renewed the joyous feeling of dying multiple times as a result of lousy pulling skills), lvled Black Mage from lv 70 to 73, and got my 75 Bard out for some good ol' tp burn parties in stinky old overcamped Caedarva Mire.
Ahhhh, sure feels good.
Next perhaps i shall lvl war 37, after i'm done with Blm.
<Fun> <Excitement> <Do you need it?>
What REALLY got me in paroxyms of amazement and pleasure, though, was the private art collection i discovered was being exhibited in this most atas of clubs. That place houses part of the art collection of the boss of the Parkview group. Considering that this is just one of the company's myriad properties, i scarce can bear to think of what this guy's complete collection must be like.
European, American, Oriental. Contemporary, traditional, historical. Sculptures, paintings, calligraphy, furniture even. Pottery. Jade carvings. Model trains. Animal skins. And the list goes on.
The names?
The more famous ones include Van Gogh(the only one in Hong Kong), Matisse, Renoir. Monet rubs shoulders with Salvador Dali. Klee hobnobs with Pisarro and Andy Warhol, while Pablo Picasso humbly adorns a STAIRWELL.
IN A CLUB IN HONG KONG, ALL THESE TREASURES?!?!?!?!?!
Other treasures include calligraphy scrolls by chinese Emperors(REAL ONES), Egyptian statuettes from 700 BC, a model train set made ENTIRELY of rock crystal, diamonds and 18 carat gold, loads of stuff from Asprey, HUMONGOUS collections of painting, sculptures and pottery from China, and the personal signet stamps of important literary figures from Chinese history, including Wen Tian Xiang and many many others.
I suspect this collection is larger than those in Singapore's museums.
AAAARGH. I wish wish wish so badly i was rich enough to be an art collector.
