LOVE STORY, you and me.

Sunday, June 07, 2009

Adorable :)

Didn't know the sequence for this famous song was like that till I watched the movie :)

-our love story ;

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Different people have different understandings of love...what it means to love. Even what is love. An Emotion. An Action. A choice. An act of Will.
Does the freedom to love necessarily have to extend to the freedom to copulate?
Does love necessitate freedom in order to exist?
Have you ever been in love?
Have you ever known what it truly means to love? To care more for a person's interests, than your own pursuit of pleasure, happiness, freedom and joy?
Have you ever felt what it means to love as a form of self-sacrifice, because you believe more in achieving perfection through restraint, because you believe in acting for causes that form a larger purpose in the longer run, than for temporary earthly happiness and gain?

-our love story ;

Monday, April 27, 2009

N called me his "princess in shining gown...with a swift slice of her pen she slays all..." hahaha. If only I had such power :) I shall ace every single paper! Hoo-ha! Watch out all you alphabets! :P

-our love story ;

This is just a note to mark the date when I failed my first driving practical test (auto). Because of the parking.
And nobody was surprised.

I'll just try again.

-our love story ;

Friday, April 17, 2009

"Young Folks" by Peter, Bjorn & John
(Feat. Victoria Bergsman)

if i told you things i did before
told you how i used to be
would you go along with someone like me
if you knew my story word for word
had all of my history
would you go along with someone like me

i did before and had my share
it didn't lead nowhere
i would go along with someone like you
it doesn't matter what you did
who you were hanging with
we could stick around and see this night through

and we don't care about the young folks
talkin' bout the young style
and we don't care about the old folks
talkin' 'bout the old style too
and we don't care about our own folks
talkin' 'bout our own stuff
all we care about is talking
talking only me and you

usually when things has gone this far
people tend to disappear
no one would surprise me unless you do

i can tell there's something goin' on
hours seem to disappear
everyone is leaving i'm still with you

it doesn't matter what we do
where we are going to
we can stick around and see this night through

and we don't care about the young folks
talkin' bout the young style
and we don't care about the old folks
talkin' 'bout the old style too
and we don't care about our own folks
talkin' 'bout our own stuff
all we care about is talking
talking only me and you

and we don't care about the young folks
talkin' bout the young style
and we don't care about the old folks
talkin' 'bout the old style too
and we don't care about our own folks
talkin' 'bout our own stuff
all we care about is talking
talking only me and you
(repeat)
talking only me and you

talking only me and you
talking only me and you

-our love story ;

Friday, April 03, 2009

The only way to get over certain memories....is by creating new ones.

Thus you must LIVE. and live WELL.

If I see a shadow of you. I will learn to smile at it.

-our love story ;

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

I've found another quiet spot. Apparently the Graduate Seminar Room is usually really empty. I'm using the computer there now, working on my essay and all, without a single person around. Quite comfortable with alone-ness now. It's a rather peaceful feeling. I'm just blasting my music from my phone and nobody is around to hear or disturb me or anything. As the term is coming to an end, I'm going to slowly disappear from the school premises again... since I usually prefer working at home or outside, or in other quiet spots that nobody really go to...like the Yong Siew Toh library. I'm really looking forward to that.

-our love story ;

Monday, March 16, 2009

Who are they, these people we call 'characters'? Let's be frank: from a medical point of view, they are all neurotics, psychotics, paranoiacs, melancholics, schizoprenics: in short, sick people! As literature, sure, they are enthralling; but in reality, they would be in urgent need of medical attention. Characters in plays are sick people: this generalisation we can make without fear of error. And it is for this single reason that we go to the theatre. I have seen Hamlet dozens of times, I love the play and its eponymous protagonist, but I am not sure if I would want to invite him round to dinner every Saturday, along with other friends, to spend the evening chatting about being or not being.
~ Augusto Boal.

-our love story ;