food for thought

Jack Sparrow to Elizabeth:

One word love; curiosity. You long for freedom. You long to do what you want to do because you want it. To act on selfish impulse. You want to see what it's like. One day you won't be able to resist.

Elizabeth Swann to Jack:

Curiosity. You're going to want it. You're going to want to know what it tastes like.

bet these left an impression on many people.

aye-aye, savvy?

frankly-speaking, i was never looking forward to watch pirates of the caribbean because i didn't think it had any appealing factor. but i finally watched it today and i don't regret it! in fact, i feel like watching the curse of the black pearl. i'm not a johnny depp fan, i haven't watched many of his films, but i love the way he executes his every role with such comfort and talent! he makes the film entertaining by his accomplished comic skills. it was an enjoyable act altogether, although i was almost asleep in the beginning (of course my presumptions helped). believe it or not: i missed the kissing scene of elizabeth and jack because i went to the loo! GOSH. of all times...i mean i was waiting for some kind of sensual moment (i don't believe american movies will ever skip kissing scenes) and i had to miss it! this time, i'm going to wait for part 3!

congrats to angeline for getting her license! YAY SUPPERTIME! angeline angeline!

sometimes you wish you'd never existed. then you wouldn't bring so much misery to those around you and to yourself, especially.

there is something wrong with blogger. again.

ken says it's brrrrrr cold in aussie! oooh, sounds like nice fun...can you imagine running in a big green field and chasing after one another like crazy, playing fake-rugby with your baby, trying to kick some football in with him as the goalkeeper under the nice cool weather with not a bead of perspiration forming...(a.k.a KOREAN DRAMA) haaaaa. imagine.

fancy doing all that in SINGAPORE - so glamourous. the 'PORE' in Singapore means you have enlarged and extremely visible pores due to hot and humid weather.

you don't always hear your boyfriend complain it's cold you know (hands up, girlfriends), he made me want to hug him immediately. which i couldn't. :(

sun moon lake

caught the lakehouse today with angel. because i know the storyline already, some parts were a tad boring, but it was okay - maybe 3 out of 5 stars, if we forgive some parts? i thought the climax-less plot (was there a climax?) made the movie somewhat lackluster. the logic of the plot is of course totally ridiculous but what made it interesting that we enjoy nonsense of romance that we cannot indulge in in reality, so we make a story out of it and soak ourselves in fiction. and sandra bullock wasn't given a role worthy of her calibre.

we met up with the girls for dinner at sun with moon - it's a nice place with rather quality japanese food. i like food that looks nice, tastes nice. not fantastic food but good enough. i want to go there again because the food and ambience makes me feel dainty dainty - i don't know how to describe but i felt rather lady-like!

P.S haato has the best ice cream ever!
I AM ADDICTED TO haato MILK TEA ICE CREAM. it brings me to 7th heaven everytime! and i actually dreamt of it...yummmmmm. it's at wheelockplace, cheap and good, $4 for double scoops and the scoops are BIG! MILK TEA ICE CREAM!

anyway, love beats logic anytime. :)

busted knee

always see a doctor.

my knee is having some skin infection and the doctor has to put me on antibotics to 'catch up' with the healing process. I HATE MYSELF. PERIOD. for being so damnfucking clumsy all the time. she asked me why i took so long to come and why i used dettol to wash (how do i know i have sensitive skin?!) and i get to be rewarded with a BIG FAT SCAR, half the size of my palm, on my leg...there goes my long-time dream to be a VEET leg model...

i make light of the situation, but i am really feeling very very moody.

i hate myself. BOO-HOO. life won again.

score
life:lynn
99:0

sadsadsadsadsadsadsadsad i feel so bloody whiney!

ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

has he ever put his hand on my face when i doze off on the bus, and gently place my head onto his shoulder...

will he ever search the depths of the world if i somehow disappeared for no reason...

will he drink countless cans of beer, go unshaven for weeks, look at my picture and weep, think of me helplessly if i disappeared...

has he ever looked at me and thought i was a fairy-tale come true...

has he ever stolen a kiss from me...

has he said to himself 'i love this silly girl' when i bumped my elbow and knocked my knee...

watch toooooooo many korean shows and think tooooooooo much.

girls and boys, we all have different fantasies.

i saw this quote somewhere...

i have no one to look up to so i look down on myself.

i want to watch the lakehouse, the american version of the korean movie, il mare. i bet alot of girls are waiting to watch it too. :) so romantic, but i doubt it can beat the original one.

petrol

when i was younger my dad brought me to the petrol station and i realised i like the smell of petrol. i still do. it's kind of like an adrenaline rush when i sniff petrol...kind of like glue-sniffing, no?

ken:

you're my little saviour from this scary place.

ben and jerry's and meiji

ken got me phish food and biscuits for my bleeding knee. because i was wailing my lungs out and really upset. try this biscuit - really nice! eating doesn't alleviate the pain but it does bring my mind off the F-knee and onto other things...i have a hard time sleeping.

months had went by
& i almost forgot your face
until they played that song tonight.
and now it's all come back to me.

i miss you.

i sold myself to the subconscious
because reality bites so painful
and the real people suffocate me
i wait my whole life to find
but somehow lose sight of what i was trying to find
then my heart breaks
and i'm left now
crawling over the broken glass
the pieces feed into my skin
so hungrily
and guess what, i'm not in pain.

this post is specially for

CARINE.

never mind, i still love you. it's quite funny but no big deal. :)

i had a fall and my knee is bbadly grazed. i am in total pain. i hate myself. i am so fucking clumsy and remember the last time you fell on your knees? it was in primary school, i bet.

awful awful awful.

pain pain pain.

i have no mood to do anything. now my life circulates around my knee(s).

i walk around feeling paranoid some hyperactive kid will run past me and hit me smack on my wound. i will kill him/her if that happens.

ARGH!!!

i live in the past.

10 reasons why:

1. i miss wearing school uniforms, even the brown ones.

2. i miss the one-word essays, three-word essays the boys used to pass around class, it's hilarious thinking back - we were really DAMN BO LIAO in class.

3. i miss attending assembly for attendance then sneaking out to take 174 to town.

4. i miss all the wasting-time sessions, all the macdonald breakfast excursions, all the after-school trips, all the skipping-classes time, especially skipping econs and lit. we only took 3 subjects and we skipped most of the 2. what the fuck. LOL.

5. i miss the angel-devil speeches...rachel: 'maybelline, stay for econs. don't follow carine and lynnette.' rachel knew carine and i will never be swayed and maybelline was her only hope for company...HAHA.

6. i miss watching movies with carine and maybelline. we would skip one econs class, and say we'll go for lit after the movie, but we'll end up not attending school for the next 2 days...

7. i miss carine messaging me...'lynn, tmr i dun feel like going for econs, u?'...'yah! i also! wanted to msg you leh! if u dun go then i dun go.' HAHA.

8. i miss writing paper 4 notes frantically trying to jot down every word.

9. i miss laughing at the science people (really no offence, we arts people are the ultimate losers, actually, you don't know how many art-ers agree with me).

10. i miss holland v, playing bridge, learning new card games and never remembering, pictionary, indian poker, screaming in may's room, aimless walking around during the wee hours of the night, gossiping, nissin cup noodles, and many many more.

i live in the past.

happy birthday stan!

this is according to melbourne's time...so happy 20th again!

:) have fun.

to carine, zawani, veron...

yes yes yes...we all think alot and ALL OF IT RUBBISH! carine, i totally know what you mean! REALLY MEANINGLESS THINGS!


argh.

ever felt frustrated over nothing/you-dunno-what-the-fuck?

i can't sleep. thinking of why i am always thinking of rubbish. can't sleep. don't want to sleep because my brain is still very much alive and thinking eagerly about things.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


frustrated over NOTHING. WHAT NOW?! i'm in the pull-my-hair-and-feel-no-pain state.

grumble grumble. ouch ouch ouch.

moody moody moody moody moody

i wish there was some kind of medication or something along the line to clear my mind for just 5 minutes. i really am too bothered with teeny weeny details of my life and i make them up to be so big it makes me pre-occupied. i feel so silly thinking all NONSENSE that shouldn't bother me at all. i am constantly thinking and thinking i can't stop and it's affecting me and my personality or do i have a thinking personality ohmyfucking brain cannot stop working up its incoherent thoughts i am driving myself so damn crazy i feel sick with myself i need to relax by screaming my bloody lungs out which is so ironic i am so tired of myself fuck fuck fuck i need to be more positive and optimistic and more confident (and less bloody stupid) and less particular of surroundings and less strung up with my environment ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck.

i think i need hypnosis. I AM THINKING AGAIN.

FRUSTRATED.

moody moody moody moody moody

i wish there was some kind of medication or something along the line to clear my mind for just 5 minutes. i really am too bothered with teeny weeny details of my life and i make them up to be so big it makes me pre-occupied. i feel so silly thinking all NONSENSE that shouldn't bother me at all. i am constantly thinking and thinking i can't stop and it's affecting me and my personality or do i have a thinking personality ohmyfucking brain cannot stop working up its incoherent thoughts i am driving myself so damn crazy i feel sick with myself i need to relax by screaming my bloody lungs out which is so ironic i am so tired of myself fuck fuck fuck i need to be more positive and optimistic and more confident (and less bloody stupid) and less particular of surroundings and less strung up with my environment ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck.

i think i need hypnosis. I AM THINKING AGAIN.

MOODY!!!

I AM IMPOSSIBLE!

something is wrong with me.

tsk tsk.

either my life is too mundane, or i have too much time on my hands, or i am one hell of an oddball, or i am oversensitive...

i think too much.

i hate myself for thinking too much, which leads me to thinking wrongly as well.

tsk tsk.

agitated and irritated.

tsk tsk, lynnette, lynnette.

tsk tsk. ERGH.

you know those times when all you wanted to do is to pull your hair our and scream at yourself for being so goddamn -insert negative adjective-.

i hate my father.

HE IS A BIG FAT JERK!

fuck you.

fuck you.

fuck you.

fuck you.

argh. i hate you!

can't believe school's starting soon...i hate the module crap. YUCKS.

fact 1: i hate school.
fact 2: boyfriend's leaving me for more than 1 month, to australia.
fact 3: the army is so cruel.
fact 4: i am going to be all alone from july to august.
fact 5: faced with boring school life.

fact 6: i am wasting life. anyone wants it?

currently reading: more, now, again - sequel to prozac nation, sort of.

from the book, the quote of my life:

no matter how bad things are, they can always get worse.
- ernest lehman, executive suit

there seems to be two sides of this quote, one bright the other gloom (i saw the optimistic side from ken) but i'm the grey cloud that's always threatening to stir up a storm, so i like this quote alot.

by the way, xueting, i love you. :)