inherent absence. apologies!

"speak out if you do, you're not easy to find" - Natasha Beddingfield

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sorry for the inherent lack of updates, my house an utter mess and a complete clutter catastrophe (hellooo alliteration!) thanks to the major rewiring and renovation of the upper storey bathrooms. and to think that all this madness will only stop before x'mas.

on a good note, less than 6 weeks till christmas! as my twin would say, can you feel it yet?

now, my mind's all in a jumble, so whatever i can regurgitate i will. try to keep up.

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walking back from city hall to orchard with Dominic is TIRING. and to think we attempted this walk-athon at 2330hrs yesterday night. it was supposed to be THE menage e trois, but apparently someone was caught up, no names mentioned here *Whistles* ha. loves still k.

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been running 3 times a week now, and i can feel my back muscles being strengthened. with an average of 35mins each mon, wed, fri. running around tiongbahru, novena, tanglin respectively. i've no idea the distance i cover, but considering i'm running just a wee bit slower than my IPPT test speed, i've a feeling i've covered a substantial amount. and i'm so working on my abs recently. time to get back some BMT glory!

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office has been rather slack since the passing of the COC ceremony, being tasked with smaller projects that have the possibility of being added into my portfolio. watching movies as well makes time go by faster, with a record of "Because I Said So" (mandy moore, diane keaton), "My Super Ex Girlfriend" (Uma Thurman), "Blades of Glory" ( Will Ferrell ), "Good Luck Chuck" (Jessica Hotsex Alba) and soon to be watching the Nanny Diaries & Just Follow Law and many more to go.

yes mabel jie you can so start stabbing me with your paddle now. :D

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the party night on friday with the ccwa LOVES @ Phuture was damn fun. it has been so long since we partied like no tomorrow. (well, no training on the following day sure helped)

drinking shots at my house, fooling around with my gigantic stuffed garfield. all the CHUI pictures (that'll never see the light of the day outside of our photo folders), and then making fun of taxi drivers en route to Zouk.

Phuture was good, but effing packed, thanks to the Deepavali holiday that lead on to the weekends. chanting to Rihanna's Don't stop the music. and followed by the super chui event of having supper. using the camera to take pictures of the *ahem* grand canyon (wink wink) and then proceeding to have a mini war with derrick spitting ice throw straws (very juvenile hor!) , or worse, taking pictures of orgasmic faces. LOL fuck thinking about those pictures damn funny lar. i miss that. and our special guest bryan was all there to videophone our antics.

if i see it on youtube.com ... boy i'll .. -.-

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team gathering on sunday @ Marketplace Plaza @ Raffles City, buffet galores with the whole team, it was nice getting to know people outside of the clique better, and when you mix weiyin+mabel with cameras, you get a lot of photos. and it felt nice just to hang around them on a lazy sunday afternoon, a totally different scenario when your'e outside the kallang river.

also watched Bee Movie on Sunday! it's rather entertaining and i'm thankful steven spielberg and jerry seinfield transformed it from a bee-wearing man to an animation, boy if they didn't, i'd say it'd be a sure flop in the box office.

it's heartwarming, but didn't make me cry this time. yay i think i'm getting immune to cartoon plots.

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i guess that pretty much sums up my activities for the past few days.

oh oh,

DJ JUNIOR VASQUEZ LIVE @ PLAY THIS SATURDAY! Early Bird Tickets are going fast, so faster get yours today! :)

he's a amazing DJ who's done remixes to popular tunes of Beyonce, Madonna & Christina in particular, but i'd expect a not-too-familiar set on saturday (as do all guest djs ala hex hector)

i'll see you guys there!

over out.

take a walk back to tiong bahru!

Happy Deepavali!

waking up around noon.. having lunch in Tiong Bahru Market with The Matriach, flirting my way to a discount at Bamboo Cane Juice (haha) Stall, simple wanton mee, enriching talks, ending it off with the peanut soup (tang yuan).

i'm amazed at the facelift tiong bahru market has had, i remmeber my fond years as a child, waking up in the wee hours (well i still do) of the morning, just to follow The Matriach and Aileen the maid to the market, i'd walk through the wet market, in dainty little flip flops with an oversized discoloured power ranger tee shirt, scared at the ways the owners hawked their fares of cold poultry, reeky fish and vegetables with a myriad of colours.

Afterwhich, we'd adjourn to the cooked foods for a takeway of heart fare, that included the famous chee kway, doughsticks (you tiao), vegetarian bee hoon with its oh-so-artery-clogging gravy.

the car would smell of (oddly) durian, everyone was sweating profusely, but when you arrive at the house gate, you see the sun glowing and rising. you feel, a somewhat family peace.

and flashback to today, just driving away from the hustle and bustle of TB market at 1300 hours, the faint memories come flying back, with an additional wanton of nostalgia and peacefulness.

and now i'm currently at my uncle's house as my own is undergoing thorough renovations, which involved major rewiring, so everything's wrapped in plastic to avoid dust (riiite) and workers are a dime a dozen, working on every room a the same frigging time. i slept on the sofa, which everyone agrees is as good as a bed, only to be woken up by a drill. (no sexual connotations please)

i think, Deepavali is probably one of my more serene holidays of this year. no wild excitement, no rush of blood to the head, no climatic turns. just family oriented times.

meeting up with the signal buddies later on. can't wait!

One Art - Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

---Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.


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again, this is In Her Shoes we're talking about. thanks Kimbo (long time no hear!) for the copy&paste.

i shall withhold from saying too much about my interpretation of this poem, but to put it short, sometimes, it's not just about failures instead of victory, but it's about letting go of things, of people, of property. as valuable as it is, sometimes, letting go is the best way.

and also, coz of the movie, i shall get a dress for my mum. (go read it)

In Her Shoes

i'm watching In Her Shoes right now, it's about 2 sisters who are polar opposites, but somehow, similar. (i know you're going ?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!? but yeah)

and it makes me miss my brother.

and the dating scene. gosh.

and most importantly, how independent these people were without their emotional baggage. they did dog-washing jobs, running away from car-hijacking rapists, or doing old ladies' hairs @ home, lawyers, sleeping with your sister's boyfriend, trying on your sister's shoes (hence the movie title), adding milk to your haagen daaz ice cream, going for MTV auditions, finding old nostalgic wellwishing cards with money in side during your childhood days, walking around in a skiimpy bikini and denim hotskirts with abs to show (damn you cameron)

can i say how underappreciative i've been to my channel 58 and 60? time to be a bit more seclusive and be a literal couch potato.

you

you can't stop people from talking.

but you can stop telling people things.

friends.

i think i finally realized the importance.

AHOY!

hello there cherrybonanza, how have you been?

i've been becoming less reliant on this blog for my emotional, political and at odd times trivial outpours :)

at least Christmas is coming! :) hope you guys are feeling the festive mood.