Stumbled across this on J's bloggy. and.....
OH. MY. GOSH. This babe just SOOO makes me wanna go back to French and news again. She's DROP DEAD G-O-R-G-E-O-U-S!!! Too beautiful to be reading the news, if you ask me. Then again, it proves she's one brainy babe. And the way she delivers her lines in melliflous French, like pure spring water running over a smooth rock, just makes ANYONE melt in their seat. I know I melted...
Tres tres tres Belle!!
Conclusion: CJ loves Frenchies!!
PS- My mom suddenly became nice and cuddly again... She's even cooking self-made dumplings for me and we're going for a walk together later! Awww....
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Cold War At Home
I absolutely hate being home too much, cos my Empress Dowager of a mom will start acting up. I'm just thankful these will be one of the last few days she'll see much of me for the years to come.
First, she started off being absolutely supportive through my exam period and was so happy and proud that I passed in a jiffy. Things started turning bad when I spent a lil too long watching Ugly Betty and SATC. She'll pop her head in and scream at me for no rhyme or reason.
Case in point, one day she came home with lunch and I didn't even ask for it. And she said the person gave me brinjal by accident and it was meant for her, so I said fine then... I'll pass you the brinjal, no problem with that. She wasn't happy, saying I'll only have 2 sides with my rice and I said it doesn't matter. Then she insisted I tried the brinjal which was all mashed up and disgusting and I said I didn't want to politely. She could have it. She TOTALLY insisted again, and I started getting impatient, saying I never liked brinjal, then she started screaming that I'll eat whatever she asked me to. It was CRAZY!!!
I said I couldn't eat brinjal. Never liked it and I'm 24. I think i've lived long enough to know what I like or what I don't. She absolutely wasn't listening!!! Started screaming in the kitchen that I was this unfilial kid and all... MY GOSH!
Anyhow, I ate a slice just to shut her up. "There, happy?"
She couldn't say anything but heaved with anger while I scooped the remaining brinjal to her lunchbox. Then for the WHOLE FRIGGIN DAY, she gave me that cold shoulder and spoke harshly and curtly whenever I talked to her.
Scenario 2:
Just yesterday afternoon, she asked...correction, ORDERED that I was to help her dye her hair that evening. Asked if I was going out, and I said, yea, I'm going to gym, be back round 11-12ish. She wasn't happy it's so late, so I said, well we could do it now, i'll only be out in the evening, but she said she has students. Fair enough.
That night, I did my yoga class, ran a bit, had a nice steaming session and bath and was feeling rather dandy on the way home with my ipod and book, when she called. At 11.50. She started dyeing her hair without me and wanted me to be home IMMEDIATELY to dye the behinds. And I said, well, I'm on the train and there're 2 more stops to go, so she can expect me back in less than 15 mins, and she slammed down the phone.
When I got back, it was 12.05. BAD NEWS: she's done with her hair.
So I said, who did it for you? Was it my brother? She screamed she did it herself, and that if she'd waited for 10 minutes even, her dye would have dried out.
*cold shoulder as she watches TV*
Finally, she couldn't take it anymore, so decided to give me a thorough tongue-lashing.
EVERYTHING came out. I'm unfilial, I don't keep promises, blah blah blah... And I'm like COME ON! I'm only 5 minutes late and I didn't even KNOW you started dyeing your hair. Couldn't you have called me to give some advance warning, saying I gotta be home by XX time to dye the behinds?
Then she screamed that I'm such a bad girl to stay out so late (excuse me, i'm just gymming) and that because of me, she did her behinds and it was blotchy or whatever. Seriously, if she wasn't so hung up on the whole 'natural dye only' thing and only used henna dye, she could've gone to the salon and would've saved everyone a lot of trouble.
Scenario 3:
Lunch time a few days ago. Came back from grocery shopping saying she had to carry everything back herself cos she couldn't find her Easilink card. and she thinks I STOLE IT!?!?! And I'm like, well, i definitely have NOT seen your card and I have my own, why would I take yours? And she's like then who else wouldn've taken it? EXCUSE ME?? there can be so many other people? Why me???? Just cos i stayed at home? And she's REALLY PEEVED. Kept asking me why is it she can't find it.
So I just called my brother and asked if he took it, cos he takes public transport to camp every morning. And he did. And turns out she only has that ONE CARD in her purse, and it was a misunderstanding cos she told him to take from her white bag, but he took from her purse, WHICH made her unable to take a bus and she walked back.
In the end, she found the extra cards and the one my brother's supposed to have taken in her other bags.
Yea, so it's my fault again. For some peculiar reason, I was given the cold shoulder the whole afternoon again.
Scenario 4:
Lunch time. I had a late breakfast, so when she came back with food, I didn't really wanna eat it. After opening the door for her, I ran upstairs to do the unglamourous (ie. pee). She screamed at me saying "Didn't you say you wanna eat?", and I replied, "Hold on, ok? I'm in the loo" And she screamed as if it's my fault "Zao3 bu shang4, wan3 bu shang4, pian1 pian1 zhe4 ge shi2 hou4 shang4" (translation: Why do you have to do it now, and not earlier nor later?)
And I'm just shocked that she even finds fault with answering the call of nature!!
And then there are all the age-old scenarios which everyone knows by now..... how she thinks all clubs/pubs/night spots (even live jazz pubs) are bad places, filled with smoke, drugs and people who prostitute themselves; how she hates me staying out late cos it means i'll be cabbing back with the midnight surcharge; how she's icky about sleepovers; the curfew she's set for me (I'm 24 for heaven's sake!).
She even hates SATC!!! Can't understand why 4 women have seemingly nothing to do in their lives but get together and talk about sex. And she's so afriad I'll become like them, and she'll ask, Am I like them??
So I told her, it's a lot more than that. There're a lot of relationship issues discussed as well, and these are successful career women with character who run their own lives. I don't agree with them all the time especially pertaining to sexual freedom, but there're other stuff which I can relate to, like Mr Big the asshole.
And she'll say, "In my days..... " blah blah blah, which just makes me REALLY feel like rolling my eyes, only I can't do that. I can only appeal to her logic, but she's really emotional...WOMEN!
Correction: Menopausal women are a force to be reckoned with.
Then again, so are PMS-ing women. Hah!
First, she started off being absolutely supportive through my exam period and was so happy and proud that I passed in a jiffy. Things started turning bad when I spent a lil too long watching Ugly Betty and SATC. She'll pop her head in and scream at me for no rhyme or reason.
Case in point, one day she came home with lunch and I didn't even ask for it. And she said the person gave me brinjal by accident and it was meant for her, so I said fine then... I'll pass you the brinjal, no problem with that. She wasn't happy, saying I'll only have 2 sides with my rice and I said it doesn't matter. Then she insisted I tried the brinjal which was all mashed up and disgusting and I said I didn't want to politely. She could have it. She TOTALLY insisted again, and I started getting impatient, saying I never liked brinjal, then she started screaming that I'll eat whatever she asked me to. It was CRAZY!!!
I said I couldn't eat brinjal. Never liked it and I'm 24. I think i've lived long enough to know what I like or what I don't. She absolutely wasn't listening!!! Started screaming in the kitchen that I was this unfilial kid and all... MY GOSH!
Anyhow, I ate a slice just to shut her up. "There, happy?"
She couldn't say anything but heaved with anger while I scooped the remaining brinjal to her lunchbox. Then for the WHOLE FRIGGIN DAY, she gave me that cold shoulder and spoke harshly and curtly whenever I talked to her.
Scenario 2:
Just yesterday afternoon, she asked...correction, ORDERED that I was to help her dye her hair that evening. Asked if I was going out, and I said, yea, I'm going to gym, be back round 11-12ish. She wasn't happy it's so late, so I said, well we could do it now, i'll only be out in the evening, but she said she has students. Fair enough.
That night, I did my yoga class, ran a bit, had a nice steaming session and bath and was feeling rather dandy on the way home with my ipod and book, when she called. At 11.50. She started dyeing her hair without me and wanted me to be home IMMEDIATELY to dye the behinds. And I said, well, I'm on the train and there're 2 more stops to go, so she can expect me back in less than 15 mins, and she slammed down the phone.
When I got back, it was 12.05. BAD NEWS: she's done with her hair.
So I said, who did it for you? Was it my brother? She screamed she did it herself, and that if she'd waited for 10 minutes even, her dye would have dried out.
*cold shoulder as she watches TV*
Finally, she couldn't take it anymore, so decided to give me a thorough tongue-lashing.
EVERYTHING came out. I'm unfilial, I don't keep promises, blah blah blah... And I'm like COME ON! I'm only 5 minutes late and I didn't even KNOW you started dyeing your hair. Couldn't you have called me to give some advance warning, saying I gotta be home by XX time to dye the behinds?
Then she screamed that I'm such a bad girl to stay out so late (excuse me, i'm just gymming) and that because of me, she did her behinds and it was blotchy or whatever. Seriously, if she wasn't so hung up on the whole 'natural dye only' thing and only used henna dye, she could've gone to the salon and would've saved everyone a lot of trouble.
Scenario 3:
Lunch time a few days ago. Came back from grocery shopping saying she had to carry everything back herself cos she couldn't find her Easilink card. and she thinks I STOLE IT!?!?! And I'm like, well, i definitely have NOT seen your card and I have my own, why would I take yours? And she's like then who else wouldn've taken it? EXCUSE ME?? there can be so many other people? Why me???? Just cos i stayed at home? And she's REALLY PEEVED. Kept asking me why is it she can't find it.
So I just called my brother and asked if he took it, cos he takes public transport to camp every morning. And he did. And turns out she only has that ONE CARD in her purse, and it was a misunderstanding cos she told him to take from her white bag, but he took from her purse, WHICH made her unable to take a bus and she walked back.
In the end, she found the extra cards and the one my brother's supposed to have taken in her other bags.
Yea, so it's my fault again. For some peculiar reason, I was given the cold shoulder the whole afternoon again.
Scenario 4:
Lunch time. I had a late breakfast, so when she came back with food, I didn't really wanna eat it. After opening the door for her, I ran upstairs to do the unglamourous (ie. pee). She screamed at me saying "Didn't you say you wanna eat?", and I replied, "Hold on, ok? I'm in the loo" And she screamed as if it's my fault "Zao3 bu shang4, wan3 bu shang4, pian1 pian1 zhe4 ge shi2 hou4 shang4" (translation: Why do you have to do it now, and not earlier nor later?)
And I'm just shocked that she even finds fault with answering the call of nature!!
And then there are all the age-old scenarios which everyone knows by now..... how she thinks all clubs/pubs/night spots (even live jazz pubs) are bad places, filled with smoke, drugs and people who prostitute themselves; how she hates me staying out late cos it means i'll be cabbing back with the midnight surcharge; how she's icky about sleepovers; the curfew she's set for me (I'm 24 for heaven's sake!).
She even hates SATC!!! Can't understand why 4 women have seemingly nothing to do in their lives but get together and talk about sex. And she's so afriad I'll become like them, and she'll ask, Am I like them??
So I told her, it's a lot more than that. There're a lot of relationship issues discussed as well, and these are successful career women with character who run their own lives. I don't agree with them all the time especially pertaining to sexual freedom, but there're other stuff which I can relate to, like Mr Big the asshole.
And she'll say, "In my days..... " blah blah blah, which just makes me REALLY feel like rolling my eyes, only I can't do that. I can only appeal to her logic, but she's really emotional...WOMEN!
Correction: Menopausal women are a force to be reckoned with.
Then again, so are PMS-ing women. Hah!
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Inane Blog Things
| How You Are In Love |
 You take a while to fall in love with someone. Trust takes time. You tend to take more than give in relationships. You need your space and privacy. You don't like to be smothered. You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change. You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard. |
| You Are 30% Weird |
 Not enough to scare other people... But sometimes you scare yourself. |
| You True Love Will Find You |
 When it comes to love (and life), you totally put yourself out there. It's very easy for you to find love - and for love to find you. The best part is, you're never even actively looking to meet someone. You're just out there so much that love always seems to come your way. |
| Your Drag Queen Name Is: |
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| Your Japanese Name Is... |
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| Guys Like That You're Sensitive |
 And not in that "cry at a drop of a hat" sort of way You just get most guys - even if you're not trying to Guys find it is easy to confide in you and tell you their secrets No wonder you tend to get close quickly in relationships! |
| You Are Low Maintenance |
 Otherwise known as "too good to be true" You're one laid back chica - and men love that! Just remember that no good guy likes a dormat. So if you find your self going along to get along... Stop yourself and put up a little bit of a fight. |
| You Are Rocky Road Ice Cream |
 Unpredictable and wild, you know how to have fun. You're also a trendsetter who takes risks with new things. You know about the latest and greatest - and may have invented it! You are most compatible with vanilla ice cream. |
| Your Ideal Pet is a Bird |
 You're both very smart, very expressive, and very temperamental. You're as likely to bite your bird as it is to bite you. |
| Your Elf Name Is... |
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| You Are Likely a First Born |
 At your darkest moments, you feel guilty. At work and school, you do best when you're researching. When you love someone, you tend to agree with them often. In friendship, you are considerate and compromising. Your ideal careers are: business, research, counseling, promotion, and speaking. You will leave your mark on the world with discoveries, new information, and teaching people to dream. |
| You Are a Kogyaru! |
 If it's cute, you'll wear it. Fake and bake, hair bleach, and bright makeup line your bathroom cabinet. As for clothes - anything that's short and cute ("kawaii!"). You are the prize object of all sorts of men - but you are really looking for a rich foreign guy. He'll find you out hanging out in Shibuya shopping at the 109, text messaging and sending photos over your cellphone. |
| The Movie Of Your Life Is Film Noir |
 So what if you're a little nihilistic at times? Life with meaning is highly over-rated. Your best movie matches: Sin City, L. A. Confidential, Blade Runner |
Monday, March 26, 2007
Runaway Love
Once in a while, you come across movies or music videos with powerful messages which break your heart. This is one of such:
Runaway Love- Mary J. Blige and Ludacris
I HATE violence against women and children. HATE it! Parents should be more responsible. Don't make your kids suffer for your mistakes! Men should think before they act. The consequences of your actions reach far beyond your imagination and those few minutes of pleasure. And assholes whose only motivation in life is to get the next lay, YOU SHOULDN'T BE ALIVE!
You contribute to the sex trade in 3rd world countries, loads of abuse and child paedophilia which you will NEVER BE ABLE TO IMAGINE being inflicted on yourself. Do you have any idea how many missing women there are in the world? From just China alone, there are 44 million missing women.
Ever watched Lilya 4ever?
And here we are, being pissed with Japan for the denial of the 'comfort women' issue. But think about it, isn't it worse to kidnap girls and sexually enslave them FOR A PROFIT? At least the Japanese didn't make commercial gains, though that is not to say that what they did was any less of a crime.
So from this aspect, humanity didn't really evolve since post-WWII days but regressed into greater evil.
Runaway Love- Mary J. Blige and Ludacris
I HATE violence against women and children. HATE it! Parents should be more responsible. Don't make your kids suffer for your mistakes! Men should think before they act. The consequences of your actions reach far beyond your imagination and those few minutes of pleasure. And assholes whose only motivation in life is to get the next lay, YOU SHOULDN'T BE ALIVE!
You contribute to the sex trade in 3rd world countries, loads of abuse and child paedophilia which you will NEVER BE ABLE TO IMAGINE being inflicted on yourself. Do you have any idea how many missing women there are in the world? From just China alone, there are 44 million missing women.
Ever watched Lilya 4ever?
And here we are, being pissed with Japan for the denial of the 'comfort women' issue. But think about it, isn't it worse to kidnap girls and sexually enslave them FOR A PROFIT? At least the Japanese didn't make commercial gains, though that is not to say that what they did was any less of a crime.
So from this aspect, humanity didn't really evolve since post-WWII days but regressed into greater evil.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Child-Rearing and Stargazing
OH MY GOSH!!! I LURRRRRVE UGLY BETTY TO BITS!!!
Along with the many episodes of Sex and the City I've been watching while waiting for new job to start. Thank goodness for sitcoms! Else i'd be bored to tears... Well, actually not. I'm pretty hooked on Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince too. Need to finish it before the last instalment of the Potter series launches...
Mr G's back in town!!! And we went out to celebrate his brothers' birthdays today. Twas quite cool cos I got to play with his baby godson, Baby I, who's SUCH a cute darling...
And he's sucha hyper-kid who climbs here, zooms there, falls EVERYWHERE... l'il ball of a human who fancies himself a star and makes his rounds waving to everyone. And he watches Barney and Friends!!
Playing with Baby I is hardwork, and gives a lil preview to what parenthood will be like. And MAN, I don't even wanna go there. Attended a colleague's baby shower last week and here's her typical day of babysitting...
24 hours is split into 6 cycles of 4 hours each, of which the 1st 5-10 minutes is spent preparing the milk, then the actual feeding of the baby lasts about half an hour. After that you gotta rock the baby and rub his tummy so that he digests the milk and this lasts 50 minutes, then you put the baby to rest- 20 mins. SO FINALLY, you only have about 2 hours left to do your own thing before the next cycle begins.
NB: You have to do it deep into the night, in the dawn, or whatever time it is... else people accuse you of infanticide...
Conclusion? Mothers should be paid higher than investment bankers for the kinda work they put in man... IT'S TOUGH WORK!
Post babyplay, went to Kino and HK Cafe for a while with Mr G. Food was to-die-for!
Caught a play, A Brief Affair With Infinity, written and staged by an ex-classmate, JC, at The Artshouse later in the evening. She did a friggin fantastic monologue for 1 friggin fantastic hour... RESPECT! Loved the wordings and nuances of her movements. I haven't heard such beautiful language in a while and they just blew me away... Got me in touch with my inner theatrephile again and t'was awesome to catch up with CS peeps after a year. Somehow, the buzz I feel with CS peeps and theatre is just SO unique and different from banking. Banking's language is so... functional.... so purposeful, so economical, so matter-of-fact and logical. Theatre's language is so emotive, powerful, ALIVE!!
I think that's the main reason Mr G said I sounded perky afterwards. It's because I heard something 'living' and it fed my soul. Soulfood's what I call it. And boy, am I glad I have such UBER-talented friends!
Sunday's churchy-time with my pretty pink bible *pronounced (Bee-Bleh)*. Then Mr G's sis invited me over to lunch on her excellent cooking. L'il Claire had a BAGUS meal... heehee
Joined E at a jazz jamming session and sang 2 highly-embarassing songs. Yours sincerely here tried to sing the Pussycat Dolls version of 'Sway' and well, I think the most recent artiste these people know of is Lionel Richie, so you can imagine the fiasco that ensued. They got lost, I got lost... but only towards the end. Otherwise, it's an awesome rendition and they were fantastic musicians and I had LOADSA fun! *looking forward to next Sunday already*
S and J quarrelled, so mr tan and I went over to do damage control, but ended up have a Singapore-Franco exchange with S's flatmate, Frenchie. We hatched a cool plan to vote Frenchie into Cl*o's 50 El*g*ble Bachelors next year and sign ourselves up for S*U, that match-making institution, just for fun.
So there it is... Another weekend of la turbulent twenties. Before I leave, here's the IT SONG of the moment by Kelis:
Lil Star
There is nothing special about me
I am just a lil star
If it seems like I'm shining
It's probably a reflection of something you already are
I forget about myself sometime
When there's so many other around
When deep inside you feel the darkest
That is where I can always be found
That is where I can always be found
That is where I can always be found
Just keep trying and trying
It's just a matter of timing
Though the grinding is tiring
Don't let 'em stop you from smiling
Just keep trying and trying
Sooner or later you'll find it
It's surprising how inspiring
It is to see you shining
Cause in the dark of the night you're all i can see
And you sure look like a star to me
There is nothing special about me
I am just a lil star
If you try to reach out an touch me
You'll see that I'm not really that far
Oh, I may not be the brightest
Nor am I the last one you'll see
But as long as you notice, that's just fine with me
Everything's just fine with me
Everything's just fine with me
Just keep trying and trying
It's just a matter of timing
Though the grinding is tiring
Don't let 'em stop you from smiling
Just keep trying and trying
Sooner or later you'll find it
It's surprising how inspiring
It is to see you shining
Cause in the dark of the night you're all i can see
And you sure look like a star to me
There is nothing special about me
I am just a lil star
I've been running and jumping, but barely
Getting, getting over the bar
I plan on being much more than I
Am but that's in due time
But until then I'm guilty,
And being humans my crime
Just Being human that is my crime
Being human that is my crime
*chorus*
Adios!
Along with the many episodes of Sex and the City I've been watching while waiting for new job to start. Thank goodness for sitcoms! Else i'd be bored to tears... Well, actually not. I'm pretty hooked on Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince too. Need to finish it before the last instalment of the Potter series launches...
Mr G's back in town!!! And we went out to celebrate his brothers' birthdays today. Twas quite cool cos I got to play with his baby godson, Baby I, who's SUCH a cute darling...
And he's sucha hyper-kid who climbs here, zooms there, falls EVERYWHERE... l'il ball of a human who fancies himself a star and makes his rounds waving to everyone. And he watches Barney and Friends!!
Playing with Baby I is hardwork, and gives a lil preview to what parenthood will be like. And MAN, I don't even wanna go there. Attended a colleague's baby shower last week and here's her typical day of babysitting...
24 hours is split into 6 cycles of 4 hours each, of which the 1st 5-10 minutes is spent preparing the milk, then the actual feeding of the baby lasts about half an hour. After that you gotta rock the baby and rub his tummy so that he digests the milk and this lasts 50 minutes, then you put the baby to rest- 20 mins. SO FINALLY, you only have about 2 hours left to do your own thing before the next cycle begins.
NB: You have to do it deep into the night, in the dawn, or whatever time it is... else people accuse you of infanticide...
Conclusion? Mothers should be paid higher than investment bankers for the kinda work they put in man... IT'S TOUGH WORK!
Post babyplay, went to Kino and HK Cafe for a while with Mr G. Food was to-die-for!
Caught a play, A Brief Affair With Infinity, written and staged by an ex-classmate, JC, at The Artshouse later in the evening. She did a friggin fantastic monologue for 1 friggin fantastic hour... RESPECT! Loved the wordings and nuances of her movements. I haven't heard such beautiful language in a while and they just blew me away... Got me in touch with my inner theatrephile again and t'was awesome to catch up with CS peeps after a year. Somehow, the buzz I feel with CS peeps and theatre is just SO unique and different from banking. Banking's language is so... functional.... so purposeful, so economical, so matter-of-fact and logical. Theatre's language is so emotive, powerful, ALIVE!!
I think that's the main reason Mr G said I sounded perky afterwards. It's because I heard something 'living' and it fed my soul. Soulfood's what I call it. And boy, am I glad I have such UBER-talented friends!
Sunday's churchy-time with my pretty pink bible *pronounced (Bee-Bleh)*. Then Mr G's sis invited me over to lunch on her excellent cooking. L'il Claire had a BAGUS meal... heehee
Joined E at a jazz jamming session and sang 2 highly-embarassing songs. Yours sincerely here tried to sing the Pussycat Dolls version of 'Sway' and well, I think the most recent artiste these people know of is Lionel Richie, so you can imagine the fiasco that ensued. They got lost, I got lost... but only towards the end. Otherwise, it's an awesome rendition and they were fantastic musicians and I had LOADSA fun! *looking forward to next Sunday already*
S and J quarrelled, so mr tan and I went over to do damage control, but ended up have a Singapore-Franco exchange with S's flatmate, Frenchie. We hatched a cool plan to vote Frenchie into Cl*o's 50 El*g*ble Bachelors next year and sign ourselves up for S*U, that match-making institution, just for fun.
So there it is... Another weekend of la turbulent twenties. Before I leave, here's the IT SONG of the moment by Kelis:
Lil Star
There is nothing special about me
I am just a lil star
If it seems like I'm shining
It's probably a reflection of something you already are
I forget about myself sometime
When there's so many other around
When deep inside you feel the darkest
That is where I can always be found
That is where I can always be found
That is where I can always be found
Just keep trying and trying
It's just a matter of timing
Though the grinding is tiring
Don't let 'em stop you from smiling
Just keep trying and trying
Sooner or later you'll find it
It's surprising how inspiring
It is to see you shining
Cause in the dark of the night you're all i can see
And you sure look like a star to me
There is nothing special about me
I am just a lil star
If you try to reach out an touch me
You'll see that I'm not really that far
Oh, I may not be the brightest
Nor am I the last one you'll see
But as long as you notice, that's just fine with me
Everything's just fine with me
Everything's just fine with me
Just keep trying and trying
It's just a matter of timing
Though the grinding is tiring
Don't let 'em stop you from smiling
Just keep trying and trying
Sooner or later you'll find it
It's surprising how inspiring
It is to see you shining
Cause in the dark of the night you're all i can see
And you sure look like a star to me
There is nothing special about me
I am just a lil star
I've been running and jumping, but barely
Getting, getting over the bar
I plan on being much more than I
Am but that's in due time
But until then I'm guilty,
And being humans my crime
Just Being human that is my crime
Being human that is my crime
*chorus*
Adios!
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Video Backlog
Some comments to make about the newly-resurrected turbulent twenties. The new pic's a glamourous purple/black/white theme and I absolutely ADORE my new virtual pet, Wee Webbit.
In the past few months, yours sincerely dug out some really cool dance videos, starting with Bootylicious BEYONCE. She's beautiful, sweet, sexy, has personality, a kick-ass dancer and an amazing singer. YOU GO GIRL!
Check Up On It
"If you've Got it, Flaunt it, Boy I know you wannit"
Deja Vu
*check out the Sharon Stone impersonation*
Irreplaceable
(this one's for Mr D aka the "BLUB", here's Girrl Power at its greatest)
"To the left, to the left, Everything you own in the box to the left"
The next one's entirely in black and white, but I just LURVE the camera-work and dance moves. JT is singularly the most stylish man I've ever seen... from the Beckhamish shaved head to the monochrome dance suits.
My Love
And this is the live version. It's positively EXPLOSIVE.
His falsetto is horribly out of tune, but who cares when you kick total ass!
In the past few months, yours sincerely dug out some really cool dance videos, starting with Bootylicious BEYONCE. She's beautiful, sweet, sexy, has personality, a kick-ass dancer and an amazing singer. YOU GO GIRL!
Check Up On It
"If you've Got it, Flaunt it, Boy I know you wannit"
Deja Vu
*check out the Sharon Stone impersonation*
Irreplaceable
(this one's for Mr D aka the "BLUB", here's Girrl Power at its greatest)
"To the left, to the left, Everything you own in the box to the left"
The next one's entirely in black and white, but I just LURVE the camera-work and dance moves. JT is singularly the most stylish man I've ever seen... from the Beckhamish shaved head to the monochrome dance suits.
My Love
And this is the live version. It's positively EXPLOSIVE.
His falsetto is horribly out of tune, but who cares when you kick total ass!
Friday, March 16, 2007
Turbulent Twenties Resurrects
COME ON E'ERONE!!
*resounding applause*
*pops the champagne bottle*
Give a HUGE BOTTOMS-UP!!! *cheers!*
Cos turbulent twenties is back in town! Woot Woot! To paint EVERYWHERE pink, and PInk and P-I-N-K.... (that's 3 colours for ya)
More tales of l'il claire's misadventures will be coming round shortly to regale you, but meanwhile, we have to backtrack a bit, cos there's quite a chunk of juicy bits we've missed.
First, I hooked up with the bestest bee yet. The story goes that this bee was smart enough to read my mind and my looks when so many others have failed. After that, he created just enough 'buzz' by hanging around a bit, then flying off for a kickass holiday for a week or 2, just enough to make me uncomfortable, and coming back to execute the grand 'woo' plan (which I TOTALLY figured out, but just played along). And then he leaves again for business, then he's back again, then he's relocated again, and then I fly up or he flies down... Complicated, you say? Well, I think not. In fact, it's FANTABULOUS!!!!
On the workfront, the 1st few quarters of life in the workforce flew by in a jiffy with a particular familial local bank. Life was good and cushy and stable, and I had the best mentor and manager ever. Learnt lots about people and wealth management. And then there was the 'itch' and there 'poof', l'il claire's somewhere else..... For me to know and you to find out.
Meanwhile, I'm absolutely taken with cute underdog UGLY BETTY, cos she totally reminds me of me while I bumble at work and how a pure, sincere heart and being true to yourself can save the day!!! PLUS... hook you up with a cute, to-die-for boss who not only adores you, but posseses a cleft on his chinny-chin-chin. How quaint!
Toodle-oo!
*resounding applause*
*pops the champagne bottle*
Give a HUGE BOTTOMS-UP!!! *cheers!*
Cos turbulent twenties is back in town! Woot Woot! To paint EVERYWHERE pink, and PInk and P-I-N-K.... (that's 3 colours for ya)
More tales of l'il claire's misadventures will be coming round shortly to regale you, but meanwhile, we have to backtrack a bit, cos there's quite a chunk of juicy bits we've missed.
First, I hooked up with the bestest bee yet. The story goes that this bee was smart enough to read my mind and my looks when so many others have failed. After that, he created just enough 'buzz' by hanging around a bit, then flying off for a kickass holiday for a week or 2, just enough to make me uncomfortable, and coming back to execute the grand 'woo' plan (which I TOTALLY figured out, but just played along). And then he leaves again for business, then he's back again, then he's relocated again, and then I fly up or he flies down... Complicated, you say? Well, I think not. In fact, it's FANTABULOUS!!!!
On the workfront, the 1st few quarters of life in the workforce flew by in a jiffy with a particular familial local bank. Life was good and cushy and stable, and I had the best mentor and manager ever. Learnt lots about people and wealth management. And then there was the 'itch' and there 'poof', l'il claire's somewhere else..... For me to know and you to find out.
Meanwhile, I'm absolutely taken with cute underdog UGLY BETTY, cos she totally reminds me of me while I bumble at work and how a pure, sincere heart and being true to yourself can save the day!!! PLUS... hook you up with a cute, to-die-for boss who not only adores you, but posseses a cleft on his chinny-chin-chin. How quaint!
Toodle-oo!
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