1)if god kept secrets ;

i would wish to discover...

the reason why Obama is too good to be true.

doesn't it scare you? i mean of course, on the other hand, we're grateful for a change. but doesn't every thing good in life has a catch to it? or, after something good, something bad will take place?

yes, right on. we're skeptics..guilty as charged! the kind of people who would be satisfied, but wouldn't settle on the good we get.well, maybe because we know what type of people we are.and, its even worse if its placed or thrown into our hands, as easy as 1,2,3. we're grateful, but somehow or rather questions will still be able to linger in our brains. dear god, i think he got that infectious cryptic worm from me.what have i done to him?always thinking into things more than it is..

anyways..

i had a review over this with bf over our free time, while i was preparing to ditch work. and he was speaking of how Obama being the 44th elected president is connected with something predicted with our future world according to our religion?yeah, that's pretty much it. i didn't quite get the whole point straight, but as he was speaking, scary images was filling my head.

ah. conclusions...conclusions...conclusions.we should embrace it, since reality already seems like a routine.

2) possibilities blossoming ;

one more thing.

it occurred to me the other day that i find it rather odd, whenever someone imply to themselves that, "i know who i am", when actually in my case, i still do not fully know myself. well, of course there is preferences and traits. but, those only comes along with experiences and genes. i came out with the theory that, if you already think that you know yourself, doesn't it implies that you have tried every single thing in life and can segregate which ones you like or hate? thing is, you naturally know where you belong(parents, siblings, cousins etc .), but how do you know yourself when you haven't been to certain extremes?

okay, i think my brain is turning nothing in something which explains the constant migraine.

OH.

V, officially did their first performance at Yaddo Art gallery in Arab Street(thank you to missus owner, Abigail). most of you who are wondering, whatever the heck i am talking about -- V, is a new found local, easy listening band--(sorry, couldn't summarize my description into 1 "chim" word. blank brain, blank brain). to me, their fresh sound will cater to all of your listening ears. be it, angry, horny teens down to high-working class male and female species who hates the right things that you are forced to do to make it seem you have a proper living term ( when you can be a hippie without money and live life everyday on the edge of, sex and weed ). WHOEVER YOU ARE, you'll be able to enjoy their music without any judgment being crossed and doesn't matter what genre you usually will prefer.

yours truly's boyfriend, is the frontman (yes, he is back. woo hoo! no, no. not for a vendetta, but strictly for his devotion towards his mistress, miss music..*rolls eyes*) and check out his talented back bones; Alfredo(guitar), Mal(bass), Rush(drums) and-- she seems very demure, but i am sure there's some feisty-ness in there-- my favorite beauty with brains, Debbie(keyboards).

check out their jam at: V's purevolume page ;
♥ = Let you down / Alone

soon, they'll be on my featured artist page. as soon as i get their pictures, ya? =)

well, that is about all then.

till then, i am still waiting for all the Chinese, Malays and Indians to be Singaporeans and be as one voice in dealing with our problems of becoming insignificance in our own country.

and..

i need to get on my butt and enroll in ballet classes and get back to school in order to carry on with my mission in putting back love and the simple things in life to the world through words. need to get my full potential out of knowing how much more i can be, before i envy.

wouldn't want to feel inferior now, don't i? =)

P/S : why do i get this feeling lately that, i'm being looked upon as intimidating or odd to be approached? seriously? i can't seem to figure it out, so i worry-blabber to the boyfriend 24/7. probably, maybe because -- or so, i've heard some say -- that, i carry this dark aura around with me. probably. which explains, when i laugh out loud, they might think im crazy or something, giving me that she-knows-how-to-laugh? glare. oh, well, darn...who cares?! i still think, odd is terrifyingly sexy. normal is conformation. =)