Thursday, March 30, 2006
right, back to essay. sigh. the weekend seems so long away.
found old birthday presents and old hwachong and rugby photos. they've found their rightful place on my study table. what's life after rugby i ask, no more trainings and competitions. old loves have no more place in my heart anymore, well maybe a tinge. a soft spot somewhere. maybe a new sport hmm? ultimate frisbee!!! methinks, me hopes.
and it suddenly occurred to me that i was brought up not just with the british and american oldies but with my parents' love for shanghai-nese jazz and oldie pop tunes from teresa teng and zhang xue you.
but that's another story
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Sunday, March 26, 2006
my moon,
and afternoon.
my midnight song
my dawn,
and pink crayon.
:) YAY.
pack up the moon,
dismantle the sun,
what for? you
outshine them any time.
happy are my thoughts
sweetest are my sighs
lovely is your love
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Saturday, March 25, 2006
so there. i admit it was unnecessary. i made another gigantic mountain. sucha idiot. Joyce Lim unzipped at 11:44 AM with 0 comments
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Monday, March 20, 2006
Joyce Lim unzipped at 10:02 AM with 0 comments Sunday, March 19, 2006
i think the best part was disappearing and making me wait in the basement toilet and incurring the wrath of the security guard who kept telling me that "The Ritz has a toilet on the lobby miss you don't have to come here" and making me anxious and calling me and telling me to take out my wallet even after much protest from me and finding a roomkey snug in its leathery hideout.
fuck i kept saying fuck and oh my god oh my god. i think i spoilt the moment. haha
shit la. ok i'm spoiling it again. so lovely lovely. so lovely and charming and luminous. :)
more photos soon
Joyce Lim unzipped at 9:27 PM with 0 comments Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Love is no big truth.
small trinkets are enough. breakfast in bed, kisses on moonlit nights, songs in a wintry heart.
but for now it's lub. lub in a duck waddle sort of way. lub in a Russ flops on his belly with a gigantic sigh sort of way. Lub in a beautiful moments -someone like you sort of way.
lub in a happy sort of way.
Joyce Lim unzipped at 9:43 PM with 0 comments Friday, March 10, 2006
an alien just emerged from a podpod, who desires a crashcourse on the female homosapien on this planet can just live by this credo: a girl can share her music but not her clothes.
word has reached my ears that Straits Times has done it again! Bravo. They have managed to contrive a cult following for this brand of designer jeans by running article(S) on it. just when i thought this was an esoteric avenue for retail therapy, nooooooo, now you must share with half of the teen population in Singapore. In fact, slightly more than half, since we outnumber boys by 2 to 1, is it not? Great, just frickingfantastic.
whoever said newspapers were educational. newspapers can be so intolerable nowadays.
and i'm obliged to put up ALL the photos we took on international women's day. yes 8th March was the appointed day, which i think was agreed on by all nations except China because if China, (and maybe Singapore) had a choice, we wouldn't call our women, the cornerstone and foundation of our future, bitches (san ba), would we? aiyah say the date in chinese, you get the idea.
So anw, dear char char suggested Alley's bar for a prompt celebration. and everybody conveniently forgets to bring their camera nowadays cos mine's how cool hur hur. that wasn't a joke. -_-
and now for the hideous task of uploading triggerhappy moments
i wanted to wear this pair of overalls which i thought were funky awesome hur hur you'll see it later in e photos, and oh hong wanted me to take a nice shot of her driving which not only did i fail to, but also cause she opened her mouth so wide and beeeeeg when her car stalled at the traffic junction and poor Russ got woken up by me again in the middle of the night when i came home high and red and spinning. His face is so malleable, poor boy, i made him sit up and open his eyes but he was so sleepy that he just sat there and gradually closed his eyes. so cute!! awwww :)
Joyce Lim unzipped at 10:43 AM with 0 comments Sunday, March 05, 2006
today was church service in a long while. i want to come back. i do, really. Love was preached today and i am enlightened. and i've always struggled with knowing and feeling His love. Knowing's one thing, i say "i know", it's easy; words are cheap and easy. But do i feel.. and i battle this ambivalence all the time. Sure, i know a miracle when i see one, but that was years ago.
that was years ago.
and guilt tells me i don't love Him, because i don't know how to love or what it really means to love Him back. All those extemporous posts of my will against His, and i creep and back away from church because i doubt myself, and doubt if i do Love.
ah well, let's just come clean. I don't. But at least now i know what it is to love. To sum it up, merely love others, and you love your God.
Every cause has a cost. but now for photos...
Joyce Lim unzipped at 9:03 PM with 0 comments Friday, March 03, 2006
oh what good is nostalgia you ask, i too wonder. she lets down her ebony curls and sweet scents of reminiscence, of exquisite sadness, of beautiful yearnings are borne by the wind. But mostly jazz, i think of her when i reminisce. She taught me how to. Beautiful Beautiful Jazz. When i feel like picking up where i leave off, knowing i can't, or when i think of yester-years, a song or something comes up in the air again to catch me by surprise and She's there again.
She doesn't live by hyperboles, she's a transcendental experience. climaxes don't exist for her. how can there be? Can heaven bear climaxes when it is the epitomy of divine happiness? She's some light-foot dryad from beyond the trees, her opiate voice sends you streaming number-less into other-worldly realms of beechen green and melodious winds.
i wrote this in an old blog a few years ago:
"when i'm 18.. maybe after my A's i wanna lounge in one of those couches at velvet underground, or any other posh wine bar with my closest friends. and we'd listen to a live jazz band playing whilst we sip on our cocktails and reminisce on old times."
it never materialised.
i was seventeen then when i wrote it,
i'm twenty now.
oh stay the hand, Time! a little room to reminise, a little time to think, God forbid the future holds more regrets for us that your callous hands have stolen away all too soon.
p.s this post is dedicated to you shuz. You'll be back soon, and the sun will shine over all of us again :) and a poem for you, in case you didn't manage to read it the last time round.
so we started out 8 voices strong
but then you came along
and completed the ensemble
the symphony.
and contribute a verse
you did to each and
everyone of us,
and somehow i feel
the tug of strings stronger
in mine.
in yours.
simple trust convened
the faith you invested
in my faith.
i'll never forget the plea
you made
somehow it cemented
our connection then.
so i wish you well
my little abominable snowman
wave an artist's wand
the kind that embraces
magic and
pinkish crazes
and should the tenderfoot take
no interest in the au courant
find comfort in the old
the precipitates of friendship
that lasts a lifetime.
and find a little strip of heaven
the neat splice of earth
in the mash note i gave
and follow its trajectory
from south east to east
feel its singaporean rustle
its nanyang scribble
and ease yourself
with the thought,
the thought
which maybe feels like home.
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