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Posted by yuch on January 22, 2005 at 12:47 AM as a stickied post | tabula rasa

I guess I really shouldn't have gone out to Barcode last night, beause I was knocked out till noon today, and I couldn't even get up to send Em off to the station. But gee, I wooonder if the (pre-clubbing for me, nightcap for her) cognac she brought over had anything to do with it. The girl brings an entire flask of it with her and swigs it to keep warm. 

So, I spent a full half-day in the library today to mug the entire courseload. Go me.

It's been a long, long time since I've last written on tabulas. All my friends are gone.

Talked with my elder "sisters" last night. God I miss them!

 

yuch: serious?!

yuch: what's serious sex supposed to be like

yuch: do we discuss plato in bed

s: plato can be sexy

yuch: platonic sex!

s: hell the singapore statues can be sexy

s: if u do it right

s: HAHAHA

s: PLATONIC SEx!!!!!

yuch: how do you do a statute

s: HAHAHA

m: no.. statutes are not sexy

m: noooooooooooo

s: HAHAHHAA
s: there are private acts
s: that could be sexy

 

It'll be really nice if she comes down to Amsterdam though. I've been there three times and none of them for party purposes.

Posted by yuch on December 19, 2008 at 09:50 AM | tabula rasa

 (from lainie)

Books are very personal choices, I wonder if people really know how much they're giving away when they let people know what they read.

So true. 

Posted by yuch on November 1, 2006 at 08:45 PM | tabula rasa

my first CNY-related post of the year.

CNY this year, like previous years has mainly involved shutting myself in my room to avoid interaction with relatives (people overload every year). did the mandatory visits to the usual places and ate the mandatory reunion dinner, which was not so bad because of the presence of a new baby sheltie this year, so we (meaning me) were spared uncomfortable silences by making use of the dog as a conversation topic.

shit, CNY each year is becoming a routine exercise in people-avoidance.

supposed to go housevisiting with jay and company tomorrow, that is, today morning, hopefully that'll do something about all that lethargy and restless energy. 

i really should get into the festive mood and everything, but the truth is that CNY is too long a break and I'm supposed to spend most of it seeing people I'm not going to see till the next new year, so why not make more productive use of it and just spend the day sleeping?

god, i wonder if i'm even chinese. 

i got a feeling i pissed off a whole lot of people by suddenly "disappearing" today and skipping dinner (i was supposed to be sleeping. which i mainly was doing). and i haven't even played a single game of mahjong yet. i mean like yah lah, lots of people gripe about CNY but they actually do (whether grudgingly or not) bother to put on their best behaviour and do the whole CNY socialising thing. i gotta pick up a guidebook on this kind of thing.

"Dummies Guide to Surviving Chinese New Year": List of common conversation starters -

1)My, I heard your son's a lawyer isn't he? Mine's a doctor.

2)So, your daughter's entering university next year? (feign humbleness) oh nooo, my son is so-so only lah, he's going to Oxford this year.

3)So, got a boy/girlfriend yet?

3a)IF YES: When going to get married?

3b)IF NO: When going to get boy/girlfriend?

meanwhile, i discovered this totally corny-looking learn-japanese series called the "George and Keiko Show". but then, after i watched a few minutes of it i found that it was actually vaguely informative and entertaining. the next step is to find out where to procure the whole series of videos.

Posted by yuch on January 31, 2006 at 01:44 AM | tabula rasa

Hey, you there

That girl with the large brown eyes 

And long silky hair

You look so sad when you sigh

 

I feel like hugging you tight to keep you safe

"Everything will be alright", I say

Perhaps that was a tad too brave

I meant every single word I said

 

I'm afraid it'd be all a dream

Didn't want to open my eyes

To let it unravel at its reams

Finding out it's all a lie 

 

I just want to make this rhyme

Sell off to a record company

Milk it for every last dime

Even poets need their money 

 

Dedicated to a sweet, sweet girl who never did notice me.

(Which is why I'm willing to sell it off. Anyone need a songwriter?)

Posted by yuch on December 12, 2005 at 05:50 PM | tabula rasa
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