blue is the wrong colour for roses, but how good it looks on our skin.
woke up at 10.12 when i was supposed to meet lily lee and nette for macs breakfast (egg mcmuffin btw is yummilicious! i fed the meat-- what the heck is that, though? ham? bacon? turkey?-- to my dog, i hope he doesn't die) at 10; the perils of staying upo till 5am the night before reading alice walker. incidentally don't you just hate it when you fall alseep reading and wake up to find the book mysteriously missing and, after about a century of irritated searching, find it mysteriously and inexplicably tucked into your pillowcase? that's the first place i search now anyway after i lost by the river piedra i sat down and cried two nights ago-- a book which i am incidentally still incredibly ambivalent about. hmms.
shot out of the house in double quick time and actually reached raffles still in time for breakfast-- with about 10 mins to spare. it's very fun teasing the two of them heeheehee but apparently i missed quite a scene because of my tardiness, when lily lee got completely pissed off at one of the workers. nette left all too soon :( plans to go to teadot with lily lee never materialised after all, because after trawling raffles city staring at two-pieces (it's summer fever i tell you) and sunhats and chain-link hairbands we delved into the labyrinth that was bugis street and perused all sorts of strange baubles and potions and magical thingamajigs that promised beauty, attraction, fairness beyond all in the land; a futile search for the perfect sundress has tempted me to make my own, which would be a complete disaster and probably would be something more along the lines of a beachmat than a beachdress, really.
driven by visions of a haunting tennessee williams and drunk on self-will and unsatisfied impulse we hit upon the idea of getting matching blue-rose tattoos. she was decisive and knew that she wanted it on her wrist immediately-- i vacillated between navel and shoulder blade and collar bone and hip before settling for collar bone. eeps felt like such a noob. but in any case i have realised that i cannot stop at one tatt because immediately after i saw the results of the blue rose i said "omg i want another one".
i am so enamoured with them. "blue roses"!
too bad they'll fade in about three days or so :(:(:(
YAH LAH TEMPORARY LA. WHAT DID YOU THINK.
and eh xf is indeed my best friend. haha. she saw through it immediately haha despite knowing i've wanted a tattoo since sec 2 i think (and wanting it with me. hehehehe). still irritated with myself for not having seen her message! :( lily lee and i'd been busy hunting for the perfect blue rose tattoos (eh it';s important ok) and i guess in the hustle and bustle of trawling through the whole of bugis street and then bras brasah and then rochor centre and then all the damn costume party shops along middle road AND THEN bugis street again i just didn't hear my phone :(
today was good fun :) after that insane walk we crashed at iluma and talked till our teeth started chattering in the freezing airconditioning; fiona apple, stupid jim, antigone rising, incubus, school, septic and abortion (hahaha ehh i am tempted to groan here but shall refrain heeee) and um let's say physical aids hahaha. then we adjourned to buy scones for her sister and went our separate ways :(
i contemplated walking to boon keng but since my feet were threatening to kill me after last night's somerset-to-kallang traipse (what i love about singapore is that you can walk on the streets in the middle of the night and still stay relatively safe) and our recently-concluded tattoo hunt AND class yet to come i decided not to try and kill myself. but it was only eight stops in the end lor. completely walkable.
i hate that i cannot do lyrical anything :( chun's class yesterday was lyrical-- hiphop, i guess, although it seemed quite jazzy as well; so was today's class ARGH why is everything going lyrical on me. but despite the completely dismal results (can we all say "catch no ball", eh-- omg the videos CRINGE eurgh i destroyed the choreo) i was v v happy-- i'm always happy when there's dance lah even if i screw up all the steps and i liked chun's choreo! and tonight's, too :):):) ALTHOUGH she used chris brown. EURGH. i have moral issues against chris brown.
in light of which, alice walker is damn depressing to read.
but speaking of chun's class talk abt coincidental haha the person who took our grp photo was also the bassist from lily lee's band and i totally didn't know for sure if it was him and "do i know you from somewhere?" just sounded awfully bad-pick-up-line-ish. so i messaged him afterwards and he called back and YES it was him. yay i don't have such a screwed up memory after all.
thank you xf for waiting up (whether it was for me or not hahaha) and a very entertaining "you wasted so much time" conversation you idiot player of a sunflower. hahaha (k)(l)
bah must wake at 7.30 to meet hw to swim. yeeeks i'd better go hunt for a one-piece now, and to restring my guzheng (since WHEN did guzheng strings get so expensive i ask you??? wth i think i got ripped off) and spring clean before my dad has an apoplectic fit at how messy the house is. good night world, from a happily-blue-rose-d keron who is off to sleep, perchance to dream
I am the opposite of a stage magician. He gives you illusion that has the appearance of truth. I give you truth in the pleasant disguise of illusion.