in my head : song for - earlimart
ello ello ! so much has been going on that i do fear i've neglected the blog altogether . i don't think anyone's going to dial operator anymore and i apologise . i promise that the next couple of posts will be much better ; i have to warn that the internet at my new pad only goes up on the 4th of july ( i couldn't have found a more apt day to get the internet up and running ) .
i don't even know why i'm speaking the way i am . i think it's because i'm reading notes on a scandal and it's all "bri-t-ish" writing . hahaha . on to the yummy stuff : )
.: the teenagers popped my c h e r r y :.
my first virgin gig experience courtesy of ee jin and sam - the teenagers . indie french band with the cutest lead singer with the hottest dance moves . i love indeed .
the players : ee jin , spam and cheryl .
pre-gig drinks at sister bella ( s? )
.: the sixteenth :.
rise and shine because sam turns 22 . if you know sam , you'll know that breakfast is her bloody fucking favourite meal . of . the . day . so i thought i'd be awesome and grab pancakes ( which is one of her bloody favourites too ) and surprise her . since she normally wakes up at 1 in the afternoon , i was taking my own sweet time on the way back . i reach home to find her awake and then she tells me she's going for breakfast . alone . wah lau please . so nevermind , we go for round TWO of breakfast at MART . WHICH IS BLOODYFUCKINGAWESOME if you wanted to know . : D .
tram 96 ; stop 133
corn fritters + scrambled eggs 
close up : in case you didn't get how awesome it was .
my awesome ( I CAN'T STRESS HOW AWESOME ) japanese salad . it tasted way better than the presentation .
.: the dinner :.
sam : " since you guys are part of my birthday crew , you gots to wear these . " * produces the ugliest pair of teeth possible .
excuse my fucked up face AND the lack of people . everyone had exams . 
the duck ( bottom right corner ) is the smallest tiniest entree ever . okay , maybe it's supposed to be like that . but still . $36 . 
i shall wait patiently for my food .
even though i'm so hungry i finished my water and left my teeth there in my haste .
drinks at croft - the dodgiest bar ever .
rehz . 
happy burday bitch ass !!!!
tomorrow : i'm moving again AND AND AND DANIEL ZHANG IS COMING . WHOOT WHOOT . i miss his ugly face and his callus filled hands . : D
AND OMG . if you haven't already heard , some motherfuckerbastardchildofsatan stole my wallet last friday . please join me in cursing the knncheebyeassholicspawnofthedevil . i've never been so pissed off in my life .
xoxoxoxoxo ,
soho about to move . AGAIN .
Monday, June 23, 2008
i f * c k my american cunt ;
Sunday, June 15, 2008
it was wild ; it was w e t .
in my head : call on me - eric prydz
my boys ! 
i absolutely love this photo .
that looks suspiciously like my boyfriend in my sunglasses . i left them both in singapore and they hooked up without me ! : (i miss everyone back home times ten million . it's been a pretty interesting last week , conversations with people from way back , i did so enjoy . :) i need to do well for my final assignment which came out last friday - awesome 6 pages of relative clauses and complex sentences . the girl at mag nation just shouted that they're closing . i guess i've got to scoot . laters alligators !
xoxoxo,
soho dreaming pretty
Friday, June 13, 2008
to you : on the other side of the world .
dear you ,
we've got so much to say to each other and yet somehow we don't call or talk . i guess i'm scared to pick up the phone ; worried we won't click the way we used to or laugh about the same jokes . i'm holding my breath to hear what you have to say ; i'm holding my breath in an attempt to stop myself from blurting out all the things i want to say .
how's everyone else ? are they all engaged ? anyone married yet ?
i'm upset because i wasn't there for the birthdays , the graduations , the gatherings ; but i really don't have the right to , do i . i never called and i never bothered . i'm guilty of letting us go . do you think there's a way we could pick up from where we left off ? do you think there's a way we could go back to the way things were ?
i miss you and the way we used to sit and talk for hours on end , about the past , the present and the future . if you're reading , hopefully you're a much stronger person , and call me because i'm too afraid to call you .
xoxoxo ,
sophia , soho , sho .
let me think a b o u t it .
in my head : let me think about it - ida corr & freddie le grand
when two people are miles away from each other , is love enough to make it work ? i guess i stand firmly on the " no , it isn't enough " side . it won't work because gradually the calls will stop coming , the conversation will slow to awkward silences and then the impending break up ( which no one wants to propose but both know that it is inevitable ) .
you just can't love each other if you don't know each other . so i'm sorry , but your love isn't enough .
xoxoxoxo ,
soho just a little bit tired ; wishing you were here today , tonight , tomorrow .
ps : please tell me if you think otherwise . i want to know if i'm being an over demanding , self-centred, pompous, presumptuous bitch of a girlfriend .
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
catty c a t i .
in my head : who really cares - powderfinger
here you guys go . my life in pigchures .
.: there were the randoms :.
unfortunately , i missed it .
we went to makan on a random day . i am an official fan of aa - the tee , the dress , the socks which you can't see .
let me set up the shot for you : it was raining ( i.e. utterly miserable ) ; we were on our way back from ikea ; we wanted to eat porridge ; we ended up at wonton house . 
this one from way back when char was here !
rehan bought 10 bottles of nutrient water . his next challenge : buy 5 prada bags . :D
in a little corner , there lay the most morbid books .
children who kill
over theeereeee . . .
walk like an egyptian
yao studying hard and linette popped by . risotto followed . : )
supplies !
cause it isn't always a kodak moment and i look really ugly most of the time .
xoxoxoxoxo ,
soho in the libs .
