Perfect Getaway

in the past, i had thought singapore was the place to shop, shop and shop some more.

boy, was i wrong.

on the second day, a taxi driver by the name of taylor told us about house of rock, which turned out to be a charming little pub that featured one of the best unsigned asian bands i’ve ever heard. they played everything from led zeppelin to ac/dc to iron maiden to metallica. and their passion for music was a sight to behold.

for the first time in a long time, i felt at home and safe

p/s: just realised i’m a bigger metallica fan that i thought… oh well, enjoy “enter sandman” while i try to look for master of puppets.

Likes Me… Likes Me Not…

i was hanging out with a bunch of new friends, when the subject of romanticism came up. one guy was all for “actions speak louder than words”, but unfortunately, he was met with his strongest opposition. and the conversation turned somewhat heated.

“i’ll only believe a guy likes me if he tells me straight,” she said.

“a guy can tell you he likes you, but it doesn’t mean he does,” he said.

“if he really likes me, he’ll make sure i know it. and the only way is to utter those words.”

“if he likes you, you’ll know by the way he treats you, or acts around you.”

“a girl needs to hear ‘i like you’. only an arrogant person would believe that when a guy treats her well, it means he like her.”

“when a guy likes a girl, he tends to treat her better than he treats other people.”

“fine, then. maybe flowers?”

“yeah, like giving flowers means anything…”

“hey, lizzie. you like it when guys give you flowers, don’t you?”

errr…..

personally, i hate flowers; i’m allergic to them. so, i’m a little biased. but, what’s your take?

hUng ovEr

why oh why oh why did i drink tequila?

…

once or twice a year, i get to a place where my brain seizes to exist. what’s my name? dunno. where am i going? not sure. what’s up with me? wish i knew.

yesterday was one of them days. i hanged out at tk with my best friend, lyn, and another good friend, liza. lyn has known me for five years, and she has seen me in this state before. i wasn’t moody, wasn’t depressed, wasn’t heart-broken; simply mentally exhausted. but liza was worried. she thought something was up. and since there was no brain function whatsoever, i said nothing.

then, these two new friends joined our table. according to lyn and liza, my face just screamed “piss off!” though of course, there really was nothing up there…