Saturday, July 30, 2005
i think i'll have fun decorating up my new room at Eusoff hall. and this feels like domestic partnership of matrimonial bliss. i woke up and found a lovely note on my desk. it's like waking up to a half empty bed in clean white sheets and seeing the breakfast spread out in front of you.
yay i love my roomie :)
Joyce Lim unzipped at 10:43 AM with 3 comments Wednesday, July 20, 2005
or day either.
toyed with the idea of going to the gym; like an amateur magician toying meditatively with his silver coin between his fingers. Round the thumb, to the back, now the front again.
now i push the thought backstage, others come on, not on cue, impromptu. so now i play director and yell "Cut", or "no-go" and settle for a dvd and two pratas. so now that that thought has been cast, i have new positions to be filled. reproached myself with the idea of mambo with my friend. she spared me the torture and cancelled on me; relieved in a non-commital sort of way.
i don't like to be pushed with the prospect of being activity-free for the day last minute. i plan for a day all for/by myself and i think of enriching programmes for me and myself to do. it just somehow caught me offguard, i looked at my organiser today and realised i'm as free as a bird. and normally i would whoop, but the lack of funds just persuaded me to stay home and "relax". Gym's too far, adds on to transport costs; shopping, haircut and colouring's probably gonna make me ground myself for the next few months. so oh well, a girl's gotta do what she's gotta do.
i haven't been waxing lyrical about anything lately. i have tonnes to talk, just no words to write. and the setting has to just be about right. i haven't been suspended in my diva cube for ages, because i've taken to using my cousin's computer downstairs. saves time, i scribble out an entry while commercials come on, but i guess it just doesn't evoke as much feeling as it should.
do you readers ever get bored reading my blog? i try my best not to sound as vapid and repetitious as possible but the more i write nowadays the more i'm more conscious of the effort to feel and be appreciated for the things i rhapsodise about. hah, as usual 99% of you probably wouldn't register this and go on reading as per normal.
whadaheck. imma cram myself with ben & Jerry's later armed with another dvd.
tonight is as listless as can be Joyce Lim unzipped at 8:16 PM with 6 comments
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
if you don't know what i'm talking about please read this first.
and obviously i didn't get any present either. well all i can say is this!
HMPFH. Joyce Lim unzipped at 8:50 PM with 0 comments
Monday, July 11, 2005
One last parting shot before the memory of it slips into the sea of forgetfulness.
so i can sigh one last time and move on to more supposedly important things in life.
And may i present to you, the final swansong..
P.S Courtesy of Lionel Lim the fab photographer Joyce Lim unzipped at 1:00 AM with 4 comments
Sunday, July 10, 2005
there have been so many indochine parties of late succeeding mine. why there were two parties held just this week, one yday and one on friday. what seemed like an excellent idea of repose and being the lounge lizard and freeloader turned out to be another hideous session of clubbing on friday.
i SWEAR.
i didn't know indochine was going to be packed full of Ghee-nas.
but since i knew the managers, the bouncers and the organisers i got in free, plus drinks on the house, so what the heck.. i clubbed. =)
FREE. =) =)
because of that, many pple in there thought I was the organiser cos i was getting free this free that, cut queue at the bar, get my seats reserved, get the manager to serve me drinks. and somehow i just felt like DAMN, i wanna hold another party. i looked around the club and i missed June 11th. i don't know what i miss. perhaps the money i made, cos it's all gone now, but i think mostly the excitement of it all. the trepidated thrill that tingled that night. the fact that it was mine. the fact that i could actually pull off something huge.
the conceived child.
and satisfaction of weeks and hours of persistant lobbying and hard work and a zappy blend of apprehensiveness and gaiety as the day threatened near.
or maybe i miss being the centre of attraction that night. Shouts of Joyce WHERE ARE YOU. JOYCE dance with us, JOYCE i bought you a flamin lambo, JOYCE I need 40 more tix, JOYCE happy birthday in advance, JOYCE CUT CAKE, JOYCE I LOVE YOU
hahaha.. god i am terribly terribly self obsessed.
hongy says she prays i'll never fall into the same methodical fate of the Singaporean Student Socialite. okay she didn't say "fate" she said "trap". jarring choice of word indeed. but i thank God for the fact that bold unabashed words exist in our friendship. so to tell the truth it jolted me into rationalising what exactly i missed about June 11th.
and the reasons are as aforementioned. a concoction of course, but which holds more truth.
oh ladida.. let us dispense with cerebral activity for the day la and add the finishing touches of a true blonde.
one two three four
like totally for sure
i even got my manicure
the sun, i swear,
is bleaching up my hair
red blue yellow green
what's the colour of my team
i dunno i dun care
damn how should i do my hair.
like go, like go, like go
team go WOOOoohh!!
funny right? i learnt that at uni camp hoho.
ok la..
i miss june 11th the most because it's been a long time since i've felt _________. Joyce Lim unzipped at 6:02 PM with 2 comments
the timetable for today was (or rather yesterday):
9am: wakey time
11am: give tuition
2pm: gym at orchard
4pm: shop for a birthday present for charlene
5pm: Church
7pm: Rugby team dinner at marche simultaneously giving a surprise birthday party for charlene
7.45pm: Chill at Chijmes to check out some band playing there who wants me to join them as a female vocalist
9pm: Head down to indochine to wish Steph happy birthday (while i contemplate actually going in)
10pm: Equinox (FINALLY!) chill at 70 stories above Singapore.
the skyline, the nightlights, the view.. the breathtaking splendid splendid view. the epitomy of iridescence. i just wanted to strangle myself for not bringing along a camera. i wanted to sing Renee Buble Bennet Holiday Krall all of a sudden. hiphop just felt too ordinary when ur in the middle of the sky.
12am: Velvet underground at Zouk
as usual, it is quite obvious that i was unable to fulfil all the herculean tasks required of me today.. and i had to.. disappoint some people.
but fuck.. i feel my day packing every closer, like everyday i'm bombarded by damnable people. Joyce come here! Joyce go there. Pls princess let's go clubbing.. let's go mambo.. let's chill let's go shopping, swimming, sentosa, training, gymming....................
this may look like the so called activity filled socialite lifestyle but trust me i don't enjoy it one bit.
i just want my glorious full moon, coffeenights, sugarcoatedbooks, words and a song like a cult in my head to live for. Joyce Lim unzipped at 4:18 AM with 2 comments
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
i like this pic. becos i look so fair and pretty haha yay
Just finished training, was mucking around. The holidays is BORING SHIT. thank god for rugby Joyce Lim unzipped at 12:43 AM with 3 comments
and i've got my first visa too. The kind the men don't get. but i've no money in my account to boot.. why the hell am i punning so much gah.
toodles Joyce Lim unzipped at 12:26 AM with 0 comments
Saturday, July 02, 2005
as if God has different purple blacks for different nights. some to shine clear, others to hide fear; and some like this to shine all night long.
tonight i spent $14 on taxi fare. from orchard, home and back again, just because i forgot my coat and i was freezing to death in borders. at first reproachment gathered strength, but it soon died down. i mean after all, who can resent being chauffered to and fro in a cab under God's velvet blanket of stars. and i like what i saw as i looked out the window, me enveloped in my music bubble, chasing trees and moon in my little automobile. so i huddled against the window and peered contentedly out and my little paroxysmal heart stopped its dusty seizures and seemed to sigh whimsically through its gritty cages.
the silent ride/night ended far too soon.
i wish i had my own beetle. i could drive into the sunset again and again just me and my midnight flapdoodle blues, so i can sing my own song in my head and be positively alone. Joyce Lim unzipped at 11:57 PM with 4 comments