Wednesday, August 10, 2005

it's a real funny time to blog. after such a long interval. and esp when you're havin a 10am class tml. but. i just wana go on typin every insane nonsense of mine. like. bits of here and there. random of the random thoughts. ask me. right now, wat am i thinkin about. seriously, this cant be even called the blog of the random thoughts. reason being, me, the blogger, cant even pinpoint excatly wat the hell are goin this amazin brain of mine.

i just wana go on and typin. hell lot of nonsense. which indeed doesnt make sense. right now. i really feel like makin another long-distance call for a mere chat. in this wee hour. ahem. tat's lots of wat i wish i could do. wish i could just take up the phone. and call. anyone on the list. just blabberin and blabberin.

like. how i really wana a holiday. with the sun and the sand. with the breeze and the darkness. i've told lots about this silly thought of mine. whereby, you could lie in the middle of the shore, just merely enjoyin the uv ray, burnin into your skin in the hot sunny mid-day. but as the night falls, head back to the hotel room. have a long bath. and rest besides the window. nothin would beats the actual feel of the seabreeze, swoonin through your face, with a book in your hand. aint this true relaxation. aint this complete serendipity. well, i'm not sure about others. but. at least it goes for me.

like how i really wish to dance and twirl around. in the shimmerin luminous field of golden sunflowers, with the rays of the sun shinnin upon them. enjoy the breath-takin view. lose yourself. in the pretty sight of the yellow meadows. indulge into the sweet-smellin fresh flowers. and dance. and twirl. and go awakenin-insane. and just for once, place everythin little single thing aside.

like how i wana so much to catch Charlie on the Chocolate Factory on screen now. (Dun tell me about how nice and kiddish is the show about). To me. It's like childhood all over again. It's like a fanatasy comin true. It's like goin back to wat you're when you're growin up. It's such a indescribable feelin tat i get. It's like, say, i could travel back time. for the first time. I'm not sure about others. But I have read Ronald Dalh's stories when i was a still a simple kid way long ago. And this particular stories lies a lingerin impression in me. Till now. Tat explains my anticipation for tat show.

like how i've seriously enjoyin my work. being a freakin workaholic and wild party animal at the same time. Well. for those who dun really know. ok. i've been workin at Chijmes as a waitress and a barmaid. But seriously. Barmaid seems so underratin. Like someone who really slog for the bar. Well, from wat i know. Bartenders are usually addressed to guys. And Barmaids will be used to call the ladies. Each time. Each day. I'll go to work on an anticipatin mood. And end work with a saddier note. Tat's the fun of workin there. Everyone brought up the fun even though the workin hours are really irregular. for example, it would goes way to say 2am in the mornin. But yea. So far. i've been lookin forward to work so much. to the extend that i've been completely neglectin other proprities like school and stuffs.

like how much i miss my girlies. and how much i wana meet them up for a mere dinner and a heart-to-heart talk. It's been like 2 months or so since i've last saw them. and seriously. i missed everyone of them. esp carol. There are many a times i wana call her up, andtell her. wat's been goin on with me and stuffs. like her share my happiness. but i backed out the very last minute. Reason, i dun know wat should i say. and this silly mouth of mine gets things heated up real fast. And this time round. I'm at fault for doubtin. Till i had found a sensible way of expressin. wellz. till then like i've said. rest assured pple. i promise it would be. soon.

like how i really wana to sit in Bali's House over in Le Meridien, in wee hours of the mornin, sippin my all-time-favourite hazelnut latte, with Bryan and his expensive car, over the cigarettes, admirin their cafe's design, their priceless tranquility, their wonderful greenery, and romantic candlelights. That makes my night worthwhile.

like how i like makin the 3-layered latte for myself over at my workplace every mornin. Pourin the packet of sugar into the hot latte, and take pleasure at the sight of the "sugar explosion" immediately after the sugar sunk into the bottom abyss of the coffee mixture. The "explosion" is just a sheer 5seconds, yet it makes the latte so different.

like how i relish in drinkin Ciders (StrongBow). Admirin the bubbles in the translucent pintmug. In complete silent, and full attention. It may seems silly doesnt it. But aint it a spectular sight. Of the never-endin bubbles findin their way to the brink of the beer? Aint it amazin. The bubbles are so minute in the comparsion beer tat it fails to get noticed, and gradually became ignored.

like how i like. starin into something unknowingly. either let my mind run, and think about anythin and everythin. or maybe. not thinkin at all. allow it to be engrossed in watever thoughts that came and stopped by. allows it to lose itself. in the endless nerves and braincells. or maybe. allow it to even take a break. but come. ask me wat the hell am i thinkin abt. i'm not sure either. i just let this impressive brain of mine works. i'm just lost in the complete silence. i'm lost in translation.

like how i really like strollin along the peaceful streets of the always-human-packed streets of town in the night. with the street lamps surroundin the atmosphere. with the absence of the daily traffic. with the sight of the buildin lights. and with the phyiscal Him just beside. Not talkin oftenly. Not thinkin of anythin. just merely strollin along each other. enjoyin the company. hand in hand. with that smile on your face.

Say, Yesterday was the birth of the nation 40 years ago. Yesterday was the common birthdate of all Singaporeans. Yesterday was a rest day from work, a public holiday. Yesterday was the sight of beautiful, expensive, once in a year fireworks.

Yesterday was also a memorable date. Yesterday was in fact significant. Indeed, Yesterday had made me smile. And i still remember it. :)

beautiful memories on. 4:46:00 am x ........................................