iRiver neeeh!
I'm tired. Worn out. Yet I'm reluctant to get off the computer.
So anyway. My dad's boss showered me with another cool high-tech thingie that, if truth be told, I don't need. This time it's an iRiver, a kind of iPod that's smaller than regular, worn around the neck like a necklace, serves in 40 lingos, can save up to 260 files and blah blah blah. Seriously, I'm content with my my Nokia N-Gage's MP3 player, which can only save 31 songs tops, but y'know...when I'm in love with a song I play it over and over again to the place of destination and back. But whatever, THANK YOU, SIR! You're way too kind! I can't wait to flash my iRiver to the whole campus, reclaiming the crowning glory of being THE FIRST EVER to sport the latest release of technology (I was the first N-gage user back in October 2003). Yes, yes, I'm such a show-off. Haven't you realized?
OI IBU! Aaaw...almost three weeks have passed since your departure! I miss our late night phone convos! So yeah, sod Middlesex, I'm coming to King's! LOL.
Monday, October 4, 2004, 10:47 p.m.
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apalah gitu
A conversation that cracked me up, as well as cheered me up...
Me: Take a look at his pic. Don'tcha think he looks sad?
Her: No, he looks rather dumb to me.
Me: Aaaw gurlie!
The girl then told me about her latest boyfriend problem and suddenly she reminded me of a campus mate of mine, Gina, who is just like her when it comes to boys. Both are guy magnets. Both are...Tauruses. LOL. And right then and there I realized most of fellow Taurus peeps are magnets to their opposite of sex. My koko, another example. But how come I'm not? Isn't life fay-yeur!? LOL.
Y'know what, yesterday I went to PS last night to meet up with Nunique to hand in her belated 24th birtday present. While waiting for her (and her boyfriend in tow) to arrive, I browsed around QB. However, instead of purchasing a book, I toyed with the cashier's computer, which was showing the store's Friendster at that time, adding my own e-mail to be added by it! Whoever made the famous forward "Ten Signs of Friendster Taking Over Your Soul" should add "sabotaging a hospitality function's (not your mate's, not your relative's, an institution's, like Carrefour or QB) computer for the sake of Friendster"...LOL. Hahahaha :)
My aunt's playing one of Potret's 1997 hits, Bunda (trans: Mother), on the piano just next to my room. God I miss the video...for it's the only place where Melly Goeslaw, Potret's front lady who's now a successful solo artiste, looks NORMAL.
Sunday, October 3, 2004, 08:28 a.m.
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syedich
Gege...dui bu qi *wipe tears*
Darling...I see you look so sad. I wish I were there with you, so I could give you a hug, although I know you'd shove me away. God, I thought I was more mature than I was two or three years ago. I'm still as selfish as I was then.
I love you, I love you, I love you, if you haven't noticed. I'm happy for you for whatever you do (as long as it's not gulping down 5 ecstasy pills in one go), whoever you end up with. I'm glad I ever had the chance to call you my own.
AND NO, I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT PIPI.
Friday, October 1, 2004, 08:01 p.m.
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ung?
Koko koko koko. Kangen kangen kangen. But I gotta listen to my brain to spare myself another humiliation.
The thought of her probably reading my blog is one of the things that keep me sane and happy these days.
Thank god for my three days off. I have one tomorrow. This is certainly a blessing in disguise of postponing my graduation. I've always wanted college life to be like this...Three days a week (every other day) of school, one class each day. I can't be happier.
Wednesday, September 29, 2004, 11:02 p.m.
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reincarnated?
In the past two years, I've been interested in things I used to think would be so ridiculous to be interested in. It was two years ago that I decided to accept myself as a mixed breed, despite the raising eyebrows of others, who consider the term "mixed breed" only applies to halfers. I could no longer stand people telling me I looked Chinese/Indian/half white (yep, the latter is true. I can name the (very few) people who think one of my parents is caucasian if you ask me privately) and asking me where I was from and then not believing what they heard. I couldn't tolerate them comparing my look to my bro's anymore as well.
And guess what I'm interested in recently? Reincarnation. Yes, yes...I know...you may think I've gone superstitious. It's all thanks to the phone conversation I had with Ravel this evening. He really was the first ever with whom I shared another one of my best kept secrets. Ever since I was in my early teens (or was it middle?) I've always been really hooked on pictures of Scandinavian countries, and whenever I listen to '70s English songs, especially ones by Scandinavian bands like ABBA, I feel some sort of a...connection. And whenever I watch '70s movies or see pictures taken in the '70s, I always feel like I know what it was like to live in that era, how the people behaved and stuff. I swear I never feel this way towards the eras before the '70s! Then Rav also revealed that he felt the same kind of connection to communist Russia, Lenin's Russia. It was when I realized I wasn't alone. It was when my thought that I and this connection thingie were silly ended.
We talked about who we were in our past lives for a while. We mused that they, like in the movie The Eye 2, probably waited patiently by our pregnant mums as spirits to be reborn. This resulted in my wanting to know more about reincarnation, but don't worry...I won't go to a paranormal asking who I was in the past and who I'll be in the future anytime soon! LOL.
Tuesday, September 28, 2004, 10:33 p.m.
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