Monday, June 16, 2008

Death Cab for Cutie - 'Your New Twin Size Bed'

Album: Narrow Stairs



Feel extremely discouraged tonight - a good-at-nothing.

Everybody's good for something - even if one's destined (not to be too fatalistic about it however) to be a sounding-board or a doormat - but to be good at something, that, I think, is an entirely different ball game.

I'm good at nothing (except whine and complain, of course).

The Frames - 'Dream Awake'

Album: Burn The Maps



Time to start making lists and plans again. They usually make me feel better, a little happier - more hopeful, perhaps - if only temporarily.

There's something to said about this, I think: One, of course, being something to forward to; two, maybe I do need some sort of structure in my life, even though a fixed routine in the long run will only make me even more miserable.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

The Frames - 'Pavement Tune' (live)

Album: Set List



Guess I should stop complaining about how I think the classes are slow and just keep at practising the spins and inverts we were taught.

But the Wednesday prac session makes for a really long day, not to mention, an exhausting Thursday at work.

Feel ... stranded.

Friday, June 13, 2008

Dick Lee - 'Mustapha'

Album: The Mad Chinaman



Attended Jasmine's engagement party at Beer's Bar, had two flutes of champagne and am now dehydrated and dizzy. Guess salad's not that good a stomach-liner. Spent most of the evening discussing pole with Geraldine, and, later, tattoos and piercings with Kimmy who had a corset piercing(!) once upon a time.

Okay, so the evening wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be. But, in my not-completely sober state, I'd told Darren I'll have dinner with him. (But how to say no to a request, "May I have the honor of having dinner with you?" without being curt?) Sigh.



I want my baby chick.

Dick Lee - 'Mustapha'

Album: The Mad Chinaman



I LUUUURRRVVE this song. (Wonder if it's still possible to find the album in the stores ...?)

Had been discussing food as pet names when I suddenly remember this song and decided to search for it. Heh, the amount of food used as pet names is astounding - papadum, hum jin pang, puttu mayam, onde onde, and curry puff.

I've got another - my Chih kueh ...

^_^

Thursday, June 12, 2008

=( Torn.



I miss my Auntie Al.

The Frames - 'Star Star (Pure Imagination)'

Album: Set List



I know I've been avoiding things - and people - recently (reverting to form prolly) but I'm not quite sure why; things and people being mostly completely different matters.

With regards to the things, as far as I can see it, I'm procrastinating (again).

Why is the first step always so hard?

(Also, for pole, I find myself not daring to do stuff, and thinking myself unable to do stuff - more proof I'm reverting to form?)

=( Am back in my bottomless well of misery.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

The sound of you sleeping

I have to say, as I near the end of Another Mother Tongue, I feel myself very much seduced by Grahn's theories and conjectures. Skepticism notwithstanding, I just want to believe it's all true, even if - or especially because - it's too good to be all true.

Wishful thinking ... or thoughtful wish.

The sound of you sleeping

I've just noticed the curious parallel tonight: That is, whenever my Dad is away on a business trip, he and my mother will exchange phone calls - without fail - every day/night he is away; and how you and I are doing almost the same ... except, unlike my mother, I have the happy chance that I sometimes might wake up to you in my ear.

Sunday, June 08, 2008

The sound of you sleeping

Do my eyes deceive me? I spotted today in the local papers' movie screenings section a screening of Wilde. Is it a repeat screening? I don't recall seeing it in the papers when it first came out (1997) ... then again, I was a feckless teen, too absorbed with the angst of self-identity, so what do I know, eh?

Have decided to attend Wed's pole prac as faithfully as I could. One, 'cuz pole still tops salsa in my world; and, two, 'cuz I'm just a horrid salsa novice who can't for the life of her follow.

Saturday, June 07, 2008

People I don't know well and don't consider friends - in the narrowest and most traditional of senses - shouldn't be sending me strange texts and inviting me to engagement parties.

I just feel weirded out by it all.

Pole was good. I've missed that.

Friday, June 06, 2008

Twenty minutes more and I can officially go home, and it's the weekend. Which means I have pole tomorrow (whee!) and can wake up in the afternoon.

And I just can't fucking wait.

I get it now. It's always better to have something to look forward to than nothing (even when the going's great).

Thursday, June 05, 2008

The sound of you sleeping

Friday ... and then, pole.

It'll be the first proper pole class for more than a month. I'm looking forward so much to it, I'm scared I'll jinx it. =(

The Frames - 'Star Star (Pure Imagination)'

Album: Set List



Sitting alone in the train station, I felt incredibly frustrated with myself. I'm so exhausted I shouldn't have lingered after dinner for dessert; I should've excused myself and gone straight home.

But I didn't.

Which was why, at 23:08, I was waiting alone in the train station: Because I didn't say 'no' when I should've; because there was no way of getting home quickly (no cabs in sight).

Which is why, at 00:55, I'm awake waiting for my hair to dry, when I should be asleep - because I need the sleep, damnit.