Sunday, February 11, 2007

What a touch of your hand can do
It's like nothing that I ever knew

i got forced to write this post. so if YOU are reading this, hmph. ive updated and now its your turn.

so, to update, life has been going pretty well for me. I can honestly say if moe announces tomorrow that we're going to be recipients of our results this week, I wont be devasted that i didnt spend my holidays well. Ive worked, ive played, ive met friends, ive watched movies, ive gone on holiday, ive lazed around aimlessly at home, ive gotten an internship, ive clubbed, ive taken classes and ive spend time with people who matter most. So i do think in summary, it has been a rather fulfilling holiday. However, i would rather the dreaded moment not be this week because i really do have an excellent week up ahead and i could do without the reality check. Plus my SAT results are already coming out this week. Double whammies are prohibited.

Anyway, i realised something about my dad today. He is secretly marshmellow hearted! HAHA. but ok only to my mom i think because obviously ive never encountered such generous behaviour when it comes to me. He's sending flowers to my mom to surprise her for valentines because shes not in town! my mom is going to be so shell shocked. i can almost imagine her face. GIGGLE. Its true what neha said the other day, whatever people say about flowers being retarded and useless, i think every girl secretly loves them. So yay, i gave my dad the thumbs up even though he tried fruitlessly to make some wisecrack to hide his secret sentimental side. (:

ok my creative juices have now run dry. goodbye.

You're cynical and beautiful
You always make a scene
You're monochrome delirious
You're nothing that you seem
I'm drowning in your vanity
Your laugh is a disease
You're dirty and you're sweet
You know you're everything I need

Posted by ankita at 12:20 PM

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

im not the girl i want to be.

Posted by ankita at 2:51 AM

Sunday, November 05, 2006

I logged on thinking im going to post a nice little entry on some thing i had thought about earlier in the morning but now, not only can i not remember what the thing i thought of earlier was, the day seems to have passed me by in great swaths and everything i did seems to amalgamated into one pitiful undecipherable lump about which i cant seem to string a sensible coherant line of words together.
shit i just realised that was one bloody long sentence.

and its just really..annoying.


what i really right now

POOOOOOP.

Posted by ankita at 10:36 PM

Monday, October 30, 2006

couture just makes me want to hyperventilate and die

speaking of which, i love jean paul gaultier. because he had his models wearing top hats on the runway made of hair! HE IS SO INGENIOUS ITS UNBELIEVABLE. check it out.

the middle one is just a random tyra banks photo but she looks hot. haha. ok anyway point of the matter is, i love tophats and couture. every piece is like a little story in itself. beautiful.

Posted by ankita at 6:50 PM

yesterday while taking a walk, i overheard a girl telling her friend how she learnt to kiss and give hickeys from an online guide to kissing and even more bemusing was how she was recommending it to her friend like a polished car salesman. i couldnt help but be rather amused, its highly evident singapore is churning out studyguidedependent mindless zombies through our education system. hahaha. the wonders of technology, apparently the internet really has the answer to everything.

(this is probably step one) HAHA.

Maybe I'm Amazed At The Way You Love Me All The Time
Maybe I'm Afraid Of The Way I Love You
Maybe I'm Amazed At The Way You Pulled Me Out Of Time
And Hung Me On A Line
Maybe I'm Amazed At The Way I Really Need You
Maybe I'm A Girl And Maybe I'm A Lonely Girl
Who's In The Middle Of Something That She Doesn't Really Understand
Maybe I'm A Girl And Maybe You're The Only Man
Who Could Ever Help Me
Baby Won't You Help Me Understand
i saw this and thought of all the times my bestfriends have consoled me. in these trecherous time of mounting neverending work, i cant help to think about my loveliest girlfriends as my secret place of solace. haha. no one can replace a girlfriend, theyre the ones who know when to be pragmatic and tell you that you look skinny but at the same time warn you when you look like you have an elephant in your pants. and they really do tell you that you are prettier than your exboyfriend's new girlfriend. and whatever the case, its always true. haha. <3

Posted by ankita at 4:24 PM

Thursday, October 26, 2006

sometimes i think, i dont ever want to be attached. i dont think i can take the trauma of not talking to who i want or doing what i want or meeting whoever i want to whenever i want to without having to feel guilty im breeching someone elses trust. commitments are complicated and discommodious. Yes perhaps im just spoilt and too independant for my own good but i dont see how its possible to live in someone elses shadow. maybe i need to learn patience because i dont think il have such longanimity to stick through the sticky situations. ok im just musing but this is going out to you girls, hang in there lovelies. i feel your pain. BOYS STINK SOMETIMES.

Posted by ankita at 3:20 AM




When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse.
And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?

i read this somewhere and since im devoid of a sensible entry, i shall post it because i think its rather lovely and i happen to agree.

I was lying in bed last night and I realised I have a thing for hands.Especially hands with long fingers, a large slightly calloused palm, and a gentle touch.Maybe to me, hands symbolise security and strength, gentleness and love; because hands work to survive and protect, hands write beautiful words and music, hands wipe away tears and more importantly, hands hold hands.


Posted by ankita at 2:30 AM

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust,
Like Diamonds, we are cut with our own dust.
-ferdinand.

Posted by ankita at 2:45 PM

Sunday, October 22, 2006


its about trust and patience. its about taking risks to sustain, about battling through complications. its for a happily ever after. thank you, yesterday you lulled me to sleep.

yesterday night, after a long time i had one of those dreams that felt real. twas one of those surreal moments, the ones you think wont happen to you but then in a twist of fate, in the heat of the moment, in that little suspension of time, it happens and youre left feeling like a euphoric little bubble. but my dream was anti-climax and quite a bubble burster. poop. haha. oh but the message i recieved from it was essentially this,


haha. what a randomtandom post. oh and since we're being random, as i type this, maximus in his sleep. just rolled onto his back and is now lying with his four paws in the air oblivious to the fact that he looks like a fruit. my dog is so adorable.

Posted by ankita at 2:40 PM