Thursday, March 16, 2006
life
yay*
i finished 2 weeks worth of lesson plan. acids and bases.
anyone wants a recap on O'level chem??
lol.
i think im having an overdose of csi. been watching it every night before i sleep. kept having dreams abt being involved in csi. and i dun usually rmb my dreams. oh well, mayb one fine day i'll b wearing one of those "FORENSICS" vast tt Grissom wears while i work.
hahaha.. its a fatter den me hope.
like wad my mum said, singapore is too safe. we dun need so many CSIs ard.
wadeva. its nice daydreaming once in awhile.
i finished 2 weeks worth of lesson plan. acids and bases.
anyone wants a recap on O'level chem??
lol.
i think im having an overdose of csi. been watching it every night before i sleep. kept having dreams abt being involved in csi. and i dun usually rmb my dreams. oh well, mayb one fine day i'll b wearing one of those "FORENSICS" vast tt Grissom wears while i work.
hahaha.. its a fatter den me hope.
like wad my mum said, singapore is too safe. we dun need so many CSIs ard.
wadeva. its nice daydreaming once in awhile.
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
be still my heart
Be Still My Heart - The Postal Service
I was running late for work
So I didn't change my shirt
The evening's drinks left a lingering taste in my mouth
And when I left
You were fast asleep
Tangled in the sheets
And on the bus I could have sworn it was all a dream
And it didn't happen to me
And then I felt the scrapes
From the slippery subway grate.
Oh how you laughed
At my complete lack of grace.
But I could not recall
A more perfect fall
Cause when I looked up into your eyes
It didn't hurt at all.
And I thought, be still my heart
This could be a brand new start, with you.
And it will be clear
If I wake up and you're still here with me in the morning.
And I thought, be still my heart
This could be a brand new start, with you.
And it will be clear
If I wake up and you're still here with me in the morning.
I was running late for work
So I didn't change my shirt
The evening's drinks left a lingering taste in my mouth
And when I left
You were fast asleep
Tangled in the sheets
And on the bus I could have sworn it was all a dream
And it didn't happen to me
And then I felt the scrapes
From the slippery subway grate.
Oh how you laughed
At my complete lack of grace.
But I could not recall
A more perfect fall
Cause when I looked up into your eyes
It didn't hurt at all.
And I thought, be still my heart
This could be a brand new start, with you.
And it will be clear
If I wake up and you're still here with me in the morning.
And I thought, be still my heart
This could be a brand new start, with you.
And it will be clear
If I wake up and you're still here with me in the morning.
Friday, March 03, 2006
wad i hear these days
hah? why like that? haiyo.
ooh. den wad are u planning to do?
well, u can try applying.
oh. okay.
results are not eth, its really abt e person u are.
er, are u bluffing me?
not bad. are u like celebrating somewhere?
sigh. below expectation leh.
its like u'r not up there nor down there.
sigh. i hate results to nowhere. totally.
ooh. den wad are u planning to do?
well, u can try applying.
oh. okay.
results are not eth, its really abt e person u are.
er, are u bluffing me?
not bad. are u like celebrating somewhere?
sigh. below expectation leh.
its like u'r not up there nor down there.
sigh. i hate results to nowhere. totally.
Thursday, March 02, 2006
the girl in the other room
the girl in the other room - diana krall
The girl in the other room
She knows by now
There's something in all of her fears
Now she wears it threadbare
She sits on the floor
The glass pressed tight to the wall
She hears murmurs low
The paper is peeling
Her eyes staring straight at the ceiling
Maybe they're there
Maybe it's nothing at all
As she draws lipstick smears on the wall
The girl in the other room
She powders her face
And stares hard
Into her reflection
The girl in the other room
She stifles a yawn
Adjusting the strap of her gown
She tosses her tresses
Her lover undresses
Turning the last lamp light down
What's that voice we're hearing?
We should be sleeping
Could that be someone who's weeping?
Maybe she's there
Maybe there's nothing to see
It's just a trace of what used to be
The girl in the other room
She darkens her lash
And blushes
She seems to look familiar
The girl in the other room
She knows by now
There's something in all of her fears
Now she wears it threadbare
She sits on the floor
The glass pressed tight to the wall
She hears murmurs low
The paper is peeling
Her eyes staring straight at the ceiling
Maybe they're there
Maybe it's nothing at all
As she draws lipstick smears on the wall
The girl in the other room
She powders her face
And stares hard
Into her reflection
The girl in the other room
She stifles a yawn
Adjusting the strap of her gown
She tosses her tresses
Her lover undresses
Turning the last lamp light down
What's that voice we're hearing?
We should be sleeping
Could that be someone who's weeping?
Maybe she's there
Maybe there's nothing to see
It's just a trace of what used to be
The girl in the other room
She darkens her lash
And blushes
She seems to look familiar
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