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oub1iette
14 February 2010 @ 03:53 pm
Memory is kind, and gentle.

When I look back on events past, no matter how awful I thought they were at the time, I think, well that wasn't so bad. Or in fact, that was sorta fun. Or, I actually wouldn't mind doing that again.

So whenever anything happens, at the back of my mind I look forward to the day where the details will blur in my mind; the vague feeling of accomplishment sets in and I think, well that went all right in the end.

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Thank goodness that there's no Malaysia trip for me this year. But on the minus side, I have to work through the break. I wish somebody out there would pay me for that.

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For some reason I derive some strange satisfaction from knowing that Valentines' Day and Chinese New Year are saddled with each other today. I'm afraid it's a grinchy, gloaty satisfaction - a couple's lack of celebration is this singleton's feeling of life being just a tiny bit fairer.

Which isn't to say the twoesomes weren't out in full force last Friday or won't be either tomorrow or day after...but the less fuss the world makes about it, the better.

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So anyway, blessed new year folks.
 
 
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oub1iette
13 December 2009 @ 05:32 pm
I caved ideologically and got an iPhone.
This post is coming to you straight from the shiny box of lost principles. Sweet fail.
 
 
Current Location: Singapore, Singapore
Current Mood: amusedamused
Current Music: Random coffee house Muzak
 
 
oub1iette
10 December 2009 @ 11:28 pm

Once upon a time, there was a man with nothing to his name, but the knowledge of a thousand words for love.
Love, he murmured to the woman with the pale veined hands.
Undying devotion, he proclaimed to the woman with small dark curls on the nape of her neck.
Feverish passion, he groaned to the woman with the beauty mark on the cradle of her hip.

Then one day, he met the thousand and first woman,
The one he would have gladly given all his words for.
But he had only ever known a thousand words,
And there was nothing left for her.

 
 
Current Mood: groggygroggy
 
 
oub1iette
09 October 2009 @ 12:34 am
Not too fond of the video...but I've always been a lyrics kind of girl.
Next trip to the CD store will be to buy his second album, Rebuilt by Humans (and who can hate an album with a title like that).



<b>If This is It</b>
Newton Faulkner

No one move,
No one speak,
Please don't say that it's just me, it's not just me.
And even though I wont forget,
Just don't want this to end just yet, not just yet.

And if I had one chance to freeze time
And stand still and soak in everything,
I'd choose right now.
And if I had one night where sunshine coul break through and show you everything,
I'd choose right now,

If this is it, all we have,
I know I've done all I can,
If this is it.
And we can't stop, and start again
We can't fast forward to the end
This is it.

And if I had one chance to freeze time
And stand still and soak in everything,
I'd choose right now.
And if I had one night where sunshine could break through and show you everything,
I'd choose right now,

Before the fears that I once had start coming back... again.
Oh please come back again... again,
Oh please come back again,
Oh please come back again.

And I'm so scared I might forget,
Just don't want this to end just yet,
Not just yet.

But if I had one chance to freeze time
And stand still and soak in everything,
I'd choose right now.
And if I had one night with sunshine to break through and show you everything,
I'd choose right now,
Before the fears that I once had start coming back... again.
 
 
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oub1iette
16 September 2009 @ 09:44 pm


So tell me why right now, I'm so very much in love with this amazing pixilation video and song.

She pours a daydream in a cup

A spoon of sugar sweetens up


Her Morning Elegance - Oren Lavie


 
 
Current Location: OFFICE :(
Current Mood: highdreamy
 
 
 
oub1iette
22 August 2009 @ 07:06 pm
Not sure if I've posted up the lyrics for Ghost by the Indigo Girls before.
But it's proving addictive.
And this acapella version of it by the Harvard-Radcliffe Veritones, even more so.
I want to sing with that kind of passion!

My absolute favourite stanza is Stanza 2:

The Mississippi's mighty, but it starts in Minnesota
At a place where you can walk across with five steps down
And that's just how you started like a pinprick to my heart
But at this point you rush right through me and I start to drown...




Ghost
::The Indigo Girls::

There's a letter on the desktop that I dug out of a drawer
The last truce we ever came to from our adolescent war
And I start to feel the fever of the warm air through the screen
You come regular like seasons shadowing my dreams

The Mississippi's mighty, but it starts in Minnesota
At a place where you can walk across with five steps down
And that's just how you started like a pinprick to my heart
But at this point you rush right through me and I start to drown

There's not enough room in this world for my pain
Signals crossed and love gets lost and time passed makes it plain
Of all my demon spirits I need you the most
I'm in love with your ghost
I'm in love with your ghost

Dark and dangerous like a secret it gets whispered in a hush (don't tell a soul)
And when I wake the things I dreamt about you last night make me blush (don't
tell a soul)
When you kiss me like a lover and you sting me like a viper
I go follow to the river play your memory like the piper

And I feel it like a sickness how this love is killing me
But I would walk into the fingers of your fire willingly
Dance the edge of sanity I've never been this close
In love with your ghost

Unknowing captor you'll never know how much you
Pierce my spirit but I can't touch you
Can you hear it a cry to be free
Oh I'm forever under lock and key
As you pass through me

Now I see your face before me I would launch a thousand ships
To bring your heart back to my island as the sand beneath me slips
I burn up in your presence and I know now how it feels
To be weakened like Achilles with you always at my heels

This bitter pill to swallow is the silence that I keep
It poisons me I can't swim free the river is too deep
Though I'm baptized by your touch I am no worse at most
In love with your ghost

Amy:
In love with your ghost
In love with your ghost
Emily:
You are shadowing my dreams



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Current Mood: thoughtfulthoughtful
Current Music: Ghost - The Indigo Girls
 
 
oub1iette
18 August 2009 @ 10:36 pm
So I had one of the shittiest meetings of my career so far today, and by the time I came out it was 7pm. After doing the debrief with my boss, it was nigh 7.30.

The rest of my group had already gone out to jog. It was dark outside. The rest in office said "eh better not go, you're all by yourself and it's too late."

I couldn't take it, so I said f*ck it, and I went to run.

I got a good pace, I got some solitude, I got the night breeze along the river, and I got the right songs on the mp3 player. It was something of a perfect storm, my first since I started exercising after office hours.

Luckily right now I'm too worn out to feel stressed or moody anymore. I'm actually glad.

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Otherwise, a little piece of Immi to end the day.
Her new album is out end of this month, and I can't wait. Amazon here I come ;o;

Wait it Out


She's so cute. You can pretty much start watching from 1:20 onwards where she actually goes to the piano.
The lyrics cut me right down to there, but they're so painful they're good.

where do we go from here?
how do we carry on?
i can't get beyond the questions

clambering for the scraps,
in the shatter of us collapsed.
it cuts me with every "could-have-been."

pain on pain on play, repeating.
with the back-up make-up life shift waiting.

everybody says,
that time heals everything.
but what of the wretched hollow?
the endless in-between?
are we just going to wait it out...?

there's nothing to see here now,
turning the sign around,
we're closed to the earth til further notice.
clambering for the scraps, clambering in the light.
we're closed to the earth til further...

all-in-one, only one street-level miracle.
i'll be an out-in-out, born-again from none more cynical.

everybody says,
that time heals everything.
but what of the wretched hollow?
the endless in-between?
are we just going to wait it out...?

...and sit here cold?
we could be long gone by then,
and lackluster.
and dust will layer on old magazines.
fluorescent lighting sets the scene,
for all we could and should be being,
in the one life that we've got

everybody says,
that time heals everything.
but what of the wretched hollow?
the endless in-between?

are we just going to wait it out?
just going to sweat it out?
just going to sweat it out?

wait it out.
 
 
Current Mood: mellowmellow
Current Music: Anything Imogen Heap
 
 
oub1iette
15 June 2009 @ 04:23 pm


Me: Hello there.
LJ: Hullo.
Me: So, I turned 24 on Friday.
LJ: Yes, I know. I'm the one who informed all your friends on LJ.
Me: Oh yeah! Yes. Right. So....mm.
LJ: Excuse me if I sound rude, but is there a point to this conversation?
Me: Uh. I thought it would be funny if I used this format to tell people that I had my birthday on the 12th of June? But now I think about it, this was a pretty corny device to use.
LJ: Ho ho ho. Yes, I'll say. But it's ok. I'm here to be used and disabused in such a fashion.
Me: Golly gee, you're the best! Thanks!
LJ: Anytime.

--

So yeah I turned 24. It was a pretty crazy evening, that Friday night. Happy birthday to me!
I've felt quite loved this year. Birthday has turned into a month long celebration with friends and others I love. And that is a gift itself.

Next stop, a quarter century!

 
 
Current Mood: contentcontent
 
 
oub1iette
11 June 2009 @ 01:36 am
Hey kids. So I haven't LJ'ed in like, for-eh-VUH. And all this while, my capacity for stringing together elegant sentences has been steadily diminishing (And you won't believe the amount of effort it took to even assemble the previous sentence.).

So what brings me back?

1. Random updates on life. So, says you, dear reader, in the last 3 months, what happened to V? Ans: SHE GOT FAAAAAT. :( Okay and lots of other stuff happened too, like going on my trip to the States and playing way way way too much Mario Kart after hours at work and gallivanting in Bintan with colleagues over a weekend, but, priorities. *pokes the growing bulge* Murh.

2. The one year mark since I started work is fast approaching. I just reread the first entry I posted after starting the job and found myself going through a mental checklist of what I've managed to do and what I've not managed to do yet. And if I were conscientious and hardworking, I'd call up the entry and paste it here so you'd know exactly what I was referring to. BUT I'M NOT. Or at least, I'M NOT INCLINED TO BE at this hour. It's a miracle in itself that I'm even writing this thing at this hour. So yeah. I thought it might be a nice time to look back and give a little nod to what's gone before. Because I'm nostalgic that way.

My mental stamina also at an all time low. I think that's all the continuous typing I can handle at this hour.

Oh and I had skinny pizza today. It was heavenly.
 
 
Current Mood: exhaustedexhausted
Current Music: Imogen Heap - Mic Check
 
 
oub1iette
15 March 2009 @ 04:53 pm
29475. People who make fun of others, but who get upset the moment anyone makes fun of them.

That's just bullying and cowardice, pure and simple.

The week in the 5th circle of hell continues. Still working desperately to finish everything in time for my business trip to the states. Yes, I'll be hitting the Game Developers' Convention in San Francisco. But I don't think I'm going to be enjoying much of it. I'm packing SIX MEETINGS A DAY. Yes, you heard right. I'm seriously drowning here, preparing briefs like crazy and not relishing the prospect of having to do presentations for companies that are really not my field of epxertise. I can't wait till the trip is done.
 
 
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Current Music: Chasing Pavements - Adele