PMS-ing

I've painted you as every Adam dwelling within one soul,
every dream tied together in a pair of eyes,
every breathless hope sealed within a pair of lips.

Have I allowed the glass slippers and spinning spindles wonder too far from yellow pages?

Even so, this a childish slumber I wish never to grow up from.
I am no poet, no sweet nightingale of love, no mysterious lady of secrets.
But even the coldest of winters are allowed to dream of spring.

Should the spindle sting or crystal slipper cloud beneath murky tears, at least we'd know once for all that old folk tales do come true, just now for those we expect.

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PMS-ing is horrible!
And you guys who think we are exaggerating it, oh you have no idea what you are talking about man, its baaaaaaaaaaad. So make sure you treat the ladies right.

By the way i watched "Breakfast at Tiffany's" last week after the CNS paper. Always wanted to watch it because of Audrey Hepburn (who btw was gorgeous), but couldnt find it until Ian Zing told me i could rent it from VideoEzy. I loved the song "Moonriver" she was singing at her window with her guitar. Anways when i was hit with the dreaded PMS, i remembered a conversation from the movie.... about the....... MEAN REDss:

Holly Golightly: You know those days when you get the mean reds?

Paul Varjak: The mean reds, you mean like the blues?

Holly Golightly: No. The blues are because you're getting fat and maybe it's been raining too long, you're just sad that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?

Paul Varjak: Sure.

Holly Golightly: Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that'd make me feel like Tiffany's, then - then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name!

Hehe ya i thought she was talking about PMS-ing when she mentioned "Mean Reds" too =p
Of course Audrey Hepburn is probably too classy to talk bout menstual pains in a cool holywood movie lar, but it was an interesting quote =)

French Fries

hehe guess you know what i had for lunch huh?

Well said Ms.Happyslip! "Dont hate my french fries!"

Why must good food always be so bad? Everyday now i look forward only to 2 things, the first being lunch and the second being dinner, sometimes even on the verge of obsession. Oh boy, not looking good tummy. I mean i like fruits and veges, i think they give a very fresh clean taste to the palate, but nothing gives that satisfying kick as something savoury and warm, ya feel me? How people like my sis can eat a watermelon for lunch befumbles me, i eat it because images of people having to do my "big business" for me is just too disturbing, but i never developed the love for it.

oOoh want to try fried cockroaches with me if i EVER save enough money to go to Bangkok?

Counting from today it's about 30 more days to EOS. Sounds like allot of time, like i can still have time to berchilling but when i realise the work to be finished in the span of 1 month hehe not a very nice thought. So the amah hairbands, heavy textbooks, gothic eye bags, undone laundry, caffeine, dry pimply skin, and random food cravings return.

not to self: Dont be a chicken Denise! get yourself some guts!

Women.

Sure God created man before woman. But then you always make a rough draft before the final masterpiece.

~Author Unknown~

=P

Not the most relevant statement but its cute!

happy mother's day!

and kids give the your Lady a break you KNOW she sure as hell loves you, so go clean that room-eat them veges-brush your teeth before bed tonight and play nice.

Sunsets vs Sunrise?

Mostly I hate the early mornings when it’s still dark and chilly and I have to get up from bed because well, for obvious reasons you can never have enough of Sleep. And there is a certain unfairness knowing somewhere out there in the dark some little punk is nice and warm in his thick blanket while you have to get your hair wet in the shower again. But these days the time I hate even more than early mornings are the late evenings. About 7 pm when the sky turns pink or purple or orange, when the apartments fade to spiked shadows, when the river cutting through the golf course turns into gold silk, when the view from my window is both spectacular and depressing.

I don’t know what I am doing here exactly. Come evening time means a day is done, 24 hours, spinning a full circle on our earth, that much time gone, that much time closer to the end. And I can’t help but feel powerless standing here watching it pass me by. You never truly realize how fast things around you are moving until you observe the changes that happen in that brief 10 minutes we call sunset. The change it scenery is so stark. Day time is beautiful. Night time is equally as enchanting. But it’s the transition between the two that is scary. You watch it move from one miracle to another entirely different miracle, but u can’t capture that, you cant hold it or ask it to slow down for you, the magic of unstoppable change. You look forward to the new night but you are afraid you will forget the day gone by.

So...
Sunsets or Sunrise?
Everyone is entitled to favourites.

But i don't see myself being able to choose between these 2:
David Cook or David Archuleta?

NOT that I'm comparing them to sunsets or stars that would be weird. and scary. and a lil like human worshipping eh? Just that they came to mind in a pair. ok that was irrelevant. ignore.

Oh...another thing that comes in pairs:
The journey or The destination (*ahem* Rooney? =P)

Made YOU look!

Probably should start this post by commenting on how deserted this place has become, but that would waste a whole paragraph of words nobody will read anyways.

Updates! Revivals!

Here we go!

Ok since the last post these things have happened:

1) MSK paper

~boOring~

2)IMU ball preparation frenzy!


That is NOT pee by the way. It's the content of the apple/water balloon/decoration thing which burst as i was tying it up. Forgot to cut my finger nails for csu again.

3)IMU ball frenzy!




4)Toilet lights went bust again for the 3rd time in my 2.5 years in this place called vista. But you know what, no biggie just gotta use those scented ikea candles for another month or 2 and its "asta la vista babee" I'm outta here! wohhoo~ (not sure how you spell that famous line though)

5) Crappy toilet was compensated by NEW TV in my room! And Season3 of Prison break is on, so you know where to find me on Monday nights ya. Gosh...that guys eyes are so "pretty"....

~pretty eyes~


6)Went to the mechanic ALL BY MYSELF (but of course Lesley was there for erm...financial support). Its funny how you swear you will never be able to do certain things, like go to all male mechanic shop where everyone speaks Cantonese and present them with a problematic car which seems intent on making your life miserable, but from the experience i learned that it doenst kill to try. At first i didn't have a clue what to do, my dad usually handles these stuff while i buy a McFlurry at the nearby McD's, but because dad decided it was time for me to be independent =P and the McD's actually closed down a few months back =P i didn't really have a choice. So on the way there i played and replayed all the possible scenarios in my head. I would park my car in the shop (even that needed careful thinking, how do you know where to park in those places outside or in the shop? i mean what if they were reserving that spot for another car that actually made an appointment? nevermind ignore that), ok then i would go the the friendliest, least canto speaking looking chap and give a detailed history about how the passenger window suddenly decided to get stuck. And i did! And it worked! Though i think he didn't really need that very detailed history about a stuck window because he started working while i was still reporting. Long-very-technical-not- for-female-minds-to-fathom-story short, something about about the motor plastic breaking, just needed to be replaced. And the people there were really nice. haha the denise goes to the mechanic!

7)MSK results. Can't say i deserved it but i am thankful =)

7) CNS (Central Nervous System) coming up. Gahhhhhhhhhhhh


8) Some things are just not meant to be held on this side of eternity. But in another life, on another world? Then again, maybe not either.

Now that's an update!

All pictures stolen without permission, either from kind friend's camera, sister's handphone or google.