Saturday, February 19, 2005

another lazy saturday

room's (still) in a big mess.
the show went on until 12.30 last nite,
went to bed at 5 in the morning.
i have issues; with work, people, cats, food.
i need a hair dryer and ferguson's boston bun
i need my phone to be fixed.

Posted by cabina. @ 12:09 PM

Monday, February 14, 2005

a cliche-ridden post on valentine's day.

this post goes out to one that had reminded me that love is important. it does switch my point a view a bit, you see. sorry, it took me a while.

thanks ;)

Posted by cabina. @ 9:12 PM

Sunday, February 13, 2005

-ga penting-

Posted by cabina. @ 9:38 AM

Sunday, February 06, 2005

for me.

would you be able to stay still and pretend that you have lots of work to do next time? because i dont want to be in the same situation like this. It is sunday night and i should be sleeping because tomorrow is monday. please, please.. when you were left with nothing to do at the office, would you please sit quietly and pretend that you've got plenty of work to do? yes? GOOD.

Posted by cabina. @ 11:29 PM

after a week of sleepless nights and after hours meeting, i fell asleep motionless on my bed for more than 15 hours last nite. when i woke up, i realized that my room was left untouched as a result of the after hours meeting, and sleeping over friend's house. one of the pipe at the bathroom was leaking, and i suppose it had been leaking from a couple days ago, but i was just too busy to notice. Now it had wet my room's carpet and it leaves that eewwy smell on my room.

(at times like these i am more assured that i do need a boyfriend)

so i opened my window, put a few drops of moonfower scent and start cleaning up. high piles of dirty clothes, all my bags all over the place, my cds, my books, a few of my groceries that i havent brought down to the kitchen becuase you know, i've been really busy, and everything.

(and at times like these i am more assured that i do need a boyfriend)

it was yesterday when i was craving for ferguson's boston bun. i drove up all the way from my office to Chadstone just for one big round of boston bun. i can imagine eating it with my naked hand, an apple juice on my side and a dvd remote control on the other side. do a marathon of sex and the city. and yes, when i arrived there the boston bun was sold out. man..

(so at times like these i am more assured that i do need a boyfriend to buy me ferguson's boston bun every weekend)

it was a couple days ago when me and my friend was running our ass off for this after hour Marketing meeting at the city. the weather was miserable and rain hadnt stop for 26 hours that day. what makes it so beautiful is that one of the metal piece on my wiper was loose, so it kept on scratching my front screen. and yes, i stopped at the sidestreet and fixing the wiper by myself. yes, it was still raining and i havent got someone to hold the umbrella for me. man...

(see, at times like these i am much more assured that i do need a boyfriend to fix the wiper for me.)

i just bought a new audio set for my car, and it's got the remote to control it from the backseat. im so happy because this is the first time i have a car audio that has a remote. but it would be no use because im the one who's driving.. see, i even need a boyfriend to drive my car so i can seat at the backseat and play with the remote.

Posted by cabina. @ 9:20 AM

Saturday, February 05, 2005

to one usher wannabe guy I met at ****** last friday, this song is for you dear..


I'd rather dance with you than talk with you 

So why don't we just move into the other room
There's space for us to shake, and hey, I like this tune

Even if I could hear what you said
I doubt my reply would be interesting for you to hear
Because I haven't read a single book all year
And the only film I saw, I didn't like it at all

I'd rather dance, I'd rather dance than talk with you

The music's too loud and the noise from the crowd
Increases the chance of misinterpretation
So let your hips do the talking
I'll make you laugh by acting like the guy who sings
And you'll make me smile by really getting into the swing
Getting into the swing, getting into the swing

(Getting into the swing...)

I'd rather dance, I'd rather dance than talk with you

kings of convenience - i'd rather dance with you ---

Posted by cabina. @ 5:17 PM

Tuesday, February 01, 2005

i dont believe in fallen angel. do you?

Posted by cabina. @ 5:52 PM