Tuesday, December 27, 2005
wheeeeee Joyce Lim unzipped at 1:32 PM with 339 comments
Monday, December 26, 2005
i shall post these photos up and pretend i was there. one of their girlfriends took these... AHEM.. some are rather engaging haha. boys will be boys, though i wish i were there. it seemed such fun..
oh and John, the guy i first met in church way back and suddenly got reacquainted with.. for full story click here. the one in the yellow ralph polo shirt.. he looks rather Seth Cohen-ney no? guys with dry sense humour and eclectic tastes are rather attractive in their own way methinks.
Joyce Lim unzipped at 4:01 AM with 0 comments Sunday, December 25, 2005
The day has finally arrived. And as usual you feel a little disappointed with the reality and finality of it. The fulfilment was not half much as fun as the waiting, the shivers of anticipation. It feels just like any day; a sunday, but the uplifting feeling whirls in the air.
Look at baby russ, his eyes are all aglow and so are mine :) Joyce Lim unzipped at 3:06 PM with 2 comments
Thursday, December 22, 2005
one day i'll spend christmas eve in a lounge overlooking the skyline, with cocktails, jazz and friends all around and smile at such merriness and camaraderie.
Words are falling from your lips like
Christmas to my hips
So dangerous the strangest feeling of being
I want willow trees and melodies and flowers counting
Hours till he's breathing leaving the rest behind
and then when i fall in love, it'll be forever this time. i know it.
Cause Im full of love
Like waves washes sands clean
And the sun sparkles meadows green
I want kisses and dresses
A late night message that cradles, halos me to sleep
Cause Im full of love
Yeah Im full of the above
i miss hongy, but it's just as well, i know she misses me too. :)
Like Christmas stays with you
Walk through darkened streets as we lay true
Lights from your heart lead me to you
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Monday, December 19, 2005
bye bye birdie! have fun in london town. lub lubby lub. sighh i'll miss you hor
and just my two cents worth on the famous female bloggers of the little red dot. miss SPG is heaps irrelevant and getting duller. yeah ok, you have no qualms consummating before marriage, walking around naked in your block throwing out the garbage and drawing nonsensical unfunny comics. enough of the self justification puh lease
Miss Xiaxue is still at her best bitching. rude and crass, but undoubtedly funny.
Miss Dawn Yeo aka Dawn Wanna Admit She Has Had Plastic Surgery = B.O.R.I.N.G. no personality, hangs out with fellow Gone Under The Knife buddy Fiona Xie, lives the high life cos she's pretty but BORING. the depth is about half that of a kiddy's pool.
wah i don't know why i'm so bitchy tonight but you know.. the two cents worth popped up suddenly. Like the paranoia which paralyses you suddenly when u just board the bus and realise all the seats are empty save one; and you think Lady Luck can't be that gracious there must be birdshit on the chair that's why.
And a few retaliations from me:
Number 1. i am nobody's part time girlfriend. So therefore, yes, the princess is still unattached because in a bid to spite Prince charming she has decided to date the Dragon, but so far, Dragons still hate princesses and chain them to castles and make them grow their hair long; and you know how Dragons get so over-protective.. tsk
Number 2. I am fricking NOBODY"S part time girlfriend. So if you see me in town alone with a male specimen don't fucking jump to conclusions and tell everybody that i belong to him because if you haven't noticed, I Don't Belong to just anyone. This universal HE could range from godbrothers, to childhood primary school friend, to close guy buddies to fricking cute nine year old cousins to maybe KingKong.
Number 3. I don't do part timings, neither do i two time. So even though i link arms or hold hands with all the He's, it doesn't mean we're together or dating. It could just mean I feel at ease in their presence. OR it could just mean that i broke my ankle kicking away telltale scums like you and He had to hold my arm while walking; or that we're trying to see who gets sweaty palms first by holding hands, which by the way KingKong wins Hands Down. hur hur pun there...
anyway.. whatever it is.. fuck off, i don't need you to bear the burden of informing the whole world if i'm attached or not; that's one burden i'm happy to carry myself thank you. And if you haven't noticed, your pretty bad at facts anyway.
Any Dragons who might want to trade their fire breathing, long-haired blondie lifestyles for a relationship with me may apply here only after fully considering the prerequisites:
if subject has substantial credit, greenbacks and blank pieces of paper, if subject possesses abject wit, charm and sardonic humour. if he, (or she, if i may be permitted to say in this now less censored singaporean world), is topped with humilty but drenched with amazing musical and sports-related talents, wears eyes that are windows to his soul, sings a voice that reveals his heart so. if subject is highly attractive a la Jude Law, and knows the difference between a "sophist" and a "sophisticated". if subject boasts a quirky but spontaneous temperament that is very much acclimatized to the embarrassing things i do in public and beguiles a spirit very much inclined towards the absurd, funny and trivial. if subject were to know how to wine and dine, if he were to be 175cm tall and counting, who acquires washboard abs and tanned toned features through hours of sun drenched play, one who shares a deep proclivity for the english alphabet and literature. if subject contains a deep wild thrilling laughter, and a grin that melts hearts so, i should desire him, my jazz crooner; soul-wearer. if he is one who is romantic, sentimental, talkative, compassionate and insightful too; one who carries the same cross as i do. if he or she should so miraculously imprison all these virtuosities i have typed above, he/she should dial 999 for deliberately trying to hoodwink me into thinking there are no such people left anymore
P.S Call me, i swear i look nice in short hair too.
righto.. kickboxing tml. gdnight world. Joyce Lim unzipped at 12:55 AM with 4 comments
Friday, December 16, 2005
i'm starting to feel lonely already.
Joyce Lim unzipped at 2:15 PM with 0 commentsI watched KingKong today and i came out sniffling red eyed. and i cry not so much for the unrequited love but for the pity, the pity of it all. the ignorance and bestiality of mankind juxtaposed against the apebeast, how profound his emotions were. His eyes breathed volumes, and my eyes breathed tears. Oh stop your killjoy. for heaven's sake i know it's only make-believe, but i started when i came home and saw baby Russ arch his neck at such an angle as to assail my fingers to touch. i wanted to laugh and sigh at his yearning for instant gratification and i pounced on him and kissed him and gave him such a hug.
So tis the season to be jolly and watch lots of epic fantasy movies ie, KingKong, Chronicles of Narnia, and rewatch Lord of the Rings. how does it feel to pick up the threads of an old life, when the adventure ends then? To know life will never be the same after that one life-changing episode. How does it feel to come back to the vacant house, unoccupied for so long, and feel the throbbing spatial dislocation, and realise there's no going back. What would i do? pack up and decide there must be more for me, or painfully rehabituate myself to my living spaces.
See, i like to feel that there's something more. that when i blink, i blink to merely assuage the dreamlike quality i find myself used to sometimes.
See there are those who write for self justification; those who trouble themselves to entangle mired convolutions of thought. There are more who write to enlighten and enliven the soul. I write with the increasing realisation that words are never enough. unnecessary and necessary, the poverty of language is one we suffer. And as the poet John Keats said
"That if poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree, it had better not come at all"
and yet they're all we have to carry on.
But here Oscar Wilde tears my idealisms down with his exquisite lines as usual:
Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation. Joyce Lim unzipped at 12:09 AM with 1 comments
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Joyce Lim unzipped at 1:55 AM with 0 comments Saturday, December 10, 2005
i promise to lend you my boxing gloves if you ever need them. ya right :(
Poor Yucky Russ will have his cute furry ass boxed by me all the time if i can't join the classes haha. His like a rubber mat. When i come out of the shower, i'll rub my feet dry on him. When i munch on candy infront of the tv, he lies just below the table so i can use him as a footstool. If i touch something gooey or sticky, and i'm lazy to wash it off, i'll let him lick my fingers clean before wiping my hands on his furry little head.
His like a golden plush carpet. he hates it when i blow into his ears. we used to play this game. i'd stretch out my finger and see if he manages to catch it between his teeth before i pull away. He'd purposely look in the opposite direction of my finger and then suddenly at the very last moment, whip round and catch me unawares. When we play fetch he steps all over me and forgets, in his excitement, that i'm so bruised. but it's ok, it's funny when he rests his chin on my lap and sighs his heavy sigh to show his tired of playing. i doubt he remembers the way we hung out at the playgrounds when he was a pup. With two front paws on my shoulders, i'd carry him like a baby and he'd fall asleep resting his head on my shoulder. ahhh.. the way he looks at you like his smiling just melts my heart. and his funny lolling tongue that's always the pinkest of pink. ooohhh i like to pinch his cheeks till his lips turns into an upturned smile and flop his big flappy ears inside out. so cute!! argh i just love him to death.
ps i just realised this post turned out to be more abt Russ than anything else. but his such a happy baby, it's hard not to smile back at him.
right.. photos to entertain all you voyeuristic minds, and to satisfy the exhibitionist self too
Joyce Lim unzipped at 2:45 AM with 2 comments Friday, December 09, 2005
ok nevermind, silly dream. but crap.. i suddenly wish next year will come faster so i can finally go over there to visit everybody and tour europe with him hoho Joyce Lim unzipped at 1:18 PM with 0 comments
Thursday, December 08, 2005
and i was soaked! and i loved it. and i loved that i was asleep under covers and quilts with matted hair listening to soft raindrops outside.
and today my body is sore from my very first crashcourse kickboxing lesson i took from this muay thai instructor yesterday. hoho, i never realised kickboxing could be such fun. the ebb and rise of adrenaline. the kicking, the yelling; kicking one more time even though you feel you couldn't lift a muscle anymore. better than runnin stationary on the treadmill, or lifting dumb weights. so so monotonous. i want to sign up for lessons! but they cost a bomb :( maybe this could be my christmas present? hmmm
and i saw these lyrics posted on philip's blog. and you know how there are those that come and go, but there are those who make such an entrance, you feel the sweetest ache when they do; go that is.
I drink good coffee every morning
Comes from a place that's far away
And when I'm done I feel like talking
Without you here there is less to say
I don't want you thinking I'm unhappy
What is closer to the truth
That if I lived till I was 102
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
I'm no longer moved to drink strong whisky
'Cause I shook the hand of time and I knew
That if I lived till I could no longer climb my stairs
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
Your face it dances and it haunts me
Your laughter's still ringing in my ears
I still find pieces of your presence here
Even after all these years
But I don't want you thinking I don't get asked to dinner
'Cause I'm here to say that I sometimes do
Even though I may soon feel the touch of love
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
If I lived till I was 102
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
and so the morning unfolds into a lackadaisical afternoon designed for languorous pleasures like books, tv and ipodywody. and sunny afternoons where the heat honeys my eyes and actions open doorways for bathetic and careless thoughts and whimsies. sigh, the poignant thing about these lyrics is that it reminds me of not too much, yet not too little either. Joyce Lim unzipped at 1:54 PM with 3 comments
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Joyce Lim unzipped at 2:15 PM with 0 comments Saturday, December 03, 2005
on another note i broke my "save money for Euro/Aussie trip next year" promise. i went on a shocking rampage this week. i can't help it, plus i never realised fathers are so generous with money it's shocking. christmas becomes commercialised, and then i literally buy into it. hurhur pun there.
okie.. hmm. no waxing lyrical today. good goodnight Joyce Lim unzipped at 11:50 PM with 2 comments
Thursday, December 01, 2005
Christmas is drawing near, and drawing symbols of anticipation in my heart. not the electric kind, but of the effulgent luminous inscrutable kind. that lovely kind.. and you all know christmas has always always been my favourite holiday. not just because of all the hope and expectations that come with it, but just because, well, it's christmas.. and christmas is a good enough reason to feel mighty good about anything and everything and nothing.
i call it my Festival of Lights. Seeing as how often i get fascinated by lights of any kind. i can't explain it. the orchestrated feelings that well up inside whenever i think of every christmas holiday season, which commingle into a rainbow of affections bringing tears to my eyes. They lie somnolent from january to October. November will see it budding gently into sprouting shoots, and then december comes and oh how they bloom into the most beautiful flowers of fragile petals. And then the new year is crammed in all too uninvitingly for me and i'll just have to wait till the winter season for the soil to be arid enough for my flowers again.
christmas, festival of lights, Chrismukkah, whatever you call it. you know i always pay a tribute to this special occasion every year so smile with me alright? you have no idea how much christmas means to me in all her auroral incandescence. She is the very personification of all things strangely beautiful.
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