voice, love, ice-cream

Dionne Warwick

- a neophyte’s view on voice

Warwick, a voice that induces an almost hypnotic state as soon as it begins to unite words in pulse to form a tune. The soothing, glassy tone delivered so fluently reflects an ever-tranquil persona very few possess. You can appreciate it anytime because hers is a voice that seems to exist only to uplift spirits, with that reassurance in her sound that lets you believe and feel what she feels, and the experience is never the same each time. Dionne Warwick, truly a soul without effort.

abstracts from the abstract

Finally a dream that was pleasant. it finally happened. even though i was puky again last night. woke up kinda refreshed for a (much needed) change.

footloose

in so many ways. UNENCUMBERED, UNINHIBITED and most definitively UNSHACKLED… so to speak.  

so kamesh and i spent a good part of the day practically hunting down all the nicer spots to work at in the east. boy was that a hoot. from an unbelievably cheena woman named Berlin to the awkward auntie in an australian surf wear outlet, we filled in too many forms and revealed too much information abt ourselves. oh btw Eugene, you’re kinda one of my referrers now :-D

what’s interesting was that there was this sense of innocence in both of us. see i haven’t gone job-hunting for a long time and my confederate hasn’t had a job in her life. in other words, we’ve been free for too long. especially the one who hasn’t had a job ever ;-) it was so cute how she summarised all fields labelled “Previous Employments” with “I have not worked before, but am willing to learn and contribute as much as i can” – with variations here and there.

plus we kept on emphasising our course in hopes that it’ll up our chances… coz it’s about communication and yadda yadda. but i doubt it. coz we live amongst people who still think the colour of you skin matters. like there was this woman who was in a subtly obvious way (accept the oxymoron), prejudiced. grrr. like kamesh said, they need us to youth up the place! and get this, people actually offered us $3.50 per hour. HAH.

confessions of a distorted mind

1am and i’m wide awake. slept just before american idol ended just now (yay Melinda Doolitle) after puking all the liquid from my body. seriously, i must’ve looked like the freakin merlion. then thot i could at least last till tmr so went to sleep… for a good hour or so. but my whole body was damn warm, and i got a hunch that it’s begging for food. so woke up and i just ate. guess starving for 2 days is the limit, coz it was that long the other time too. and both didn’t pay off. bummer. but i feel better. guess that matters more. just know that sleep will be depressing tonight coz the whole body still aches.

but it’s interesting how the body tells you things and you just get it at times. was watching Will & Grace as i eat like always, and there’s this part which was quite coincidental…

Will: …maybe your body’s trying to tell you that you’re really not okay with this.

Grace: Will, my body’s not that smart. If it were, it would’ve stopped my feet from growing at age 12 and would’ve focused all it’s energy right up here (points to chest area).

HAH. yeah Grace dun exactly have big hooters

REWIND a couple of hours….woke up quite late this morn. i just couldn’t.. after all that went on. plus it was especially bleak the previous day and i didn’t feel too well. but decided to go out still, coz staying at home would’ve actually made me feel sick. supposed to watch Dreamgirls with the 05 ladies (yea…ladies…i just felt like being nice. period.) but ended up watchin the almost-as-worthless-as-Date Movie, Epic Movie. seriously, these movies could’ve well been based on the imaginations of a 7-year-old who’ve watched one too many films.

then went out with scoochie in the evening and it didn’t disappoint. just wish i hadn’t felt so puky. 

herein, i shall end my sorority girl entry.

withered purple rose

i hardly ever wait. and when i do, i don’t expect to be abandoned, not by you. you not only broke my heart, you kicked and tossed it away this time. thanks for reminding me yet again, how love and the whole scheme of romance not only stinks, but is also of utmost vile and disgust of which a euphemism can only be, vicious.

Shenanigans

lots of it. coz as many already know, i’m jobless.

now… not having any form of productive commitment during long school breaks usually makes me edgy. but i don’t really feel that way yet in this 2 weeks. kinda enjoying the liberation actually. and strangely there’s constantly things to do and places to go after the usual intervals of boring days. okay i know the tomfoolery won’t last… and soon i gotta really get a job. reality check – check!

tonight, the aunt’s treating us to dinner. a buffet dinner. great… i’ll turn into a blimp and float around for five minutes before exploding.

will post pictures. yes. pictures. coz i’m developing this habit of constantly taking pictures of anything, anywhere, with any devices available. from my digicam to someone’s phone camera, i snap photos that make amateur photogs all over the world cower in shame.but i don’t really care. coz pics trim down the words. so at times, i can type less. yay to improv! 

ok The Hindenburg is taking off!

So fresh

I’ve ditched blogger for wordpress. Why? Blogger’s a bitch and wordpress is much more user-friendly. Serious.

Plus i’ve lotsa time on my hands. So prolly will start to actually use some of the neat functions available a.k.a. idiot-free computer stuff.

SILENT DESPERATION is brought to you by my new e-persona, Alpha-rid.

Get it? Yeah genius! 

In memory

Friedrich Angushausen (Nov 1988 – Feb 2007)