they will see us waving from suchgreatheights
Monday, April 30, 2007
[edit: 1.09am]
it's a funny thing how listening to jared leto's voice crooning and that of tori amos's piano playing with the comfort of me lying on my bed, sitting in the dark, can land me in a state of despair, yet an uncertain kind of comfort. the music resounds through this darkness, making it all the more poignant and real.
I met a woman
She had a mouth like yours
She knew your devils and your deeds
And she said, "Go to him, stay with him
But be prepared to bleed"
My blood
My holy wine
Tastes so bitter and so sweet
Well I could drink a case of you, darling
And I would still be on my feet
I would still be on my feet
Tori Amos-a case of you
indeed.
finally a decent hour to be blogging, been up till 4 am the past few nights watching JDMA, which is really a great show.this is why: the men are totally yummylicious, janice is a real joy to watch because she is so drama all the time(really wonder if she ever gets tired) and dissing her beyond stupid and poseurish son is just awesome. of course, the girl models are just as hot, but who really gives a shit. i only go straight in for the hunky beefy ones:)
hi everyone my name nur syaheda joanne chua. a little inside joke between yunnie and me:)
clubbing at zouk on friday was alright. they said they closed phuture down for some renovations, but that's a lie. nothing has changed, it's the same hole. they seriously should consider opening or expanding the space, and the toilets for god's sake. but twas good at the end, manfred was a huge laugh, i met some cool people (ie. the female equivalent of zhiqin and she's fucking hilarious). sad thing is that i was grinded by 5 guys at once, while yos tried to protect me. i tried to be oblivious to the fact that they were all dirty slimbags with no balls, but it just got really icky. i was hit on by some 35 year old angmoh, who claimed to be 25, if u are 25 honey, i am 16 ok? so we stood in the corner for most parts with manfred and his friends. we had a decent amount of space to dance and we both were laughing at manfred's ass shaking. it was all good at the end. i only got to bed at 7. but this is only the beginning:)
i went for filament at mhd sultan the next day, the film screening for the yr 4's fyps. and it was actually quite disappointing. i was hoping for something more arty, deep and intriguing, but it was kinda bland, with the usual stories. no royston gimmicks or eric khoo's artistic vision. but ah well, i am not really an ebm person, so i wouldnt have the right to judge.
ive been up talking to tim about the sadness of singapore's clubs. and it is true. we have no good clubs anymore. that's why we see each other at zouk every wednesday even though it is always packed to the brim, and we are constantly vying for space to dance. it's like everything comes and goes, but zouk remains. even mos is just the icks. i wished i had the guts to say ill open a new club and itd be smashing, but in singapore, honestly, how can one survive? the competition's stiff, the market's so small. it's really rather disheartening. so after all said and all the dissing done, tim says," so..phuture on wednesday?", and i say, "yeah ill be down", he says "so much for our complaining huh", and i say, "yeah that's us:("
yup, that's us.
i hope i dont make the same mistake as i did the last time around.
and my ugly past is back to haunt me once again, this wed, that is. we'll see how it goes.
yoga tmrw! weeee
i havent even been thinking about dance. i have lost all enthusiasm for it, and i am actually dreading for rehearsals to begin, cos it' s back to the same studio, the same yelling,and the same pressure to perform.and with that, im torned once again. with the desire to be great on the floor, but with not enough capabilities to match up to my own expectations and that of others. while i love to dance, i cant help but to feel like everything now is so political, the joy that i once had, is there, but yet, it can vanish just with a snap, a comment. one moment is all it takes to take my passion away, just.like.that.
i knew i was a bonafide city girl right from the start:)
boredom, u cant help but to do stupid things. haha. victoria's secrets! ooh
it's a funny thing how listening to jared leto's voice crooning and that of tori amos's piano playing with the comfort of me lying on my bed, sitting in the dark, can land me in a state of despair, yet an uncertain kind of comfort. the music resounds through this darkness, making it all the more poignant and real.
I met a woman
She had a mouth like yours
She knew your devils and your deeds
And she said, "Go to him, stay with him
But be prepared to bleed"
My blood
My holy wine
Tastes so bitter and so sweet
Well I could drink a case of you, darling
And I would still be on my feet
I would still be on my feet
Tori Amos-a case of you
indeed.
finally a decent hour to be blogging, been up till 4 am the past few nights watching JDMA, which is really a great show.this is why: the men are totally yummylicious, janice is a real joy to watch because she is so drama all the time(really wonder if she ever gets tired) and dissing her beyond stupid and poseurish son is just awesome. of course, the girl models are just as hot, but who really gives a shit. i only go straight in for the hunky beefy ones:)
hi everyone my name nur syaheda joanne chua. a little inside joke between yunnie and me:)
clubbing at zouk on friday was alright. they said they closed phuture down for some renovations, but that's a lie. nothing has changed, it's the same hole. they seriously should consider opening or expanding the space, and the toilets for god's sake. but twas good at the end, manfred was a huge laugh, i met some cool people (ie. the female equivalent of zhiqin and she's fucking hilarious). sad thing is that i was grinded by 5 guys at once, while yos tried to protect me. i tried to be oblivious to the fact that they were all dirty slimbags with no balls, but it just got really icky. i was hit on by some 35 year old angmoh, who claimed to be 25, if u are 25 honey, i am 16 ok? so we stood in the corner for most parts with manfred and his friends. we had a decent amount of space to dance and we both were laughing at manfred's ass shaking. it was all good at the end. i only got to bed at 7. but this is only the beginning:)
i went for filament at mhd sultan the next day, the film screening for the yr 4's fyps. and it was actually quite disappointing. i was hoping for something more arty, deep and intriguing, but it was kinda bland, with the usual stories. no royston gimmicks or eric khoo's artistic vision. but ah well, i am not really an ebm person, so i wouldnt have the right to judge.
ive been up talking to tim about the sadness of singapore's clubs. and it is true. we have no good clubs anymore. that's why we see each other at zouk every wednesday even though it is always packed to the brim, and we are constantly vying for space to dance. it's like everything comes and goes, but zouk remains. even mos is just the icks. i wished i had the guts to say ill open a new club and itd be smashing, but in singapore, honestly, how can one survive? the competition's stiff, the market's so small. it's really rather disheartening. so after all said and all the dissing done, tim says," so..phuture on wednesday?", and i say, "yeah ill be down", he says "so much for our complaining huh", and i say, "yeah that's us:("
yup, that's us.
i hope i dont make the same mistake as i did the last time around.
and my ugly past is back to haunt me once again, this wed, that is. we'll see how it goes.
yoga tmrw! weeee
i havent even been thinking about dance. i have lost all enthusiasm for it, and i am actually dreading for rehearsals to begin, cos it' s back to the same studio, the same yelling,and the same pressure to perform.and with that, im torned once again. with the desire to be great on the floor, but with not enough capabilities to match up to my own expectations and that of others. while i love to dance, i cant help but to feel like everything now is so political, the joy that i once had, is there, but yet, it can vanish just with a snap, a comment. one moment is all it takes to take my passion away, just.like.that.
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boredom, u cant help but to do stupid things. haha. victoria's secrets! ooh
posted by jo # 10:38 PM 