Take me there.
I want to sit on the reclined chair
with a white men's button down shirt,
inebriate myself with Chianti
on the balcony with my sunset;
yes, it'll be my sunset.
And I'll wear a white dress
to the spring festival the next morning,
one bouquet of that and that.
The procession with the innocent boys and pretty girls,
why don't they all stay this way?
A lovely dinner with the men who pat your head
and you smile and say 'Grazie, babbo.'
There's only one taste you leave with
and that's unforgetttable.
Sweet kisses goodnight
and there is no warning,
for there's only a warmth that will make you sweat.
And when you have to leave,
you forget why there's a deadline to this beauty.
One lifetime ago's stories to be repeated over and over
of the home away from home
that you secretly hold closer to the beat in your chest
than anything else.
Take me there.
Take me to Tuscany.

Tuscany Official Website
Wikipedia: Tuscany

Our room, 9:10 am. I get up tiredly when my phone alarm rings.

Trina (mumbles): I'm not going to lecture today.
 She has a lecture at 10 am too.
Me: I don't wanna go either.
Trina: So don't go lah.
Me: Mmm...
I lie back down and fall asleep in seconds. Screw class. I wake up after roughly 11 hours of sleep. Think I'm about to start a love affair with Wikipedia. Yeah, to replace that damn lecture I missed. :P

I wanted to post up the answers to my quiz here, but I'll do that a little later. If you haven't done it, it's 2 posts down from this one. =) Speaking of the quiz, Tim told me he got full marks, but it's just that the quiz site messed up.

Tim: the questions you asked
Tim: you'd posted all the answers before
Tim: on your blog
Me: hehe.. is that how you knew all of it?
Tim: yea
Tim: I remember reading about it

Try being on the receiving end, cause I felt very loved right then. It takes a lot for someone to remember trivial things like whether you wear specs or your weird habit.

Anyway, I have to study for my French test now. I wish it involved a very hot Parisien but ya know, I don't need the boyfriend to kill me, and in any case, if that situation suddenly fell onto my lap, I doubt the Parisien and I would be speaking much, if you get my drift... Fine, you guys can have all the hot Parisiens, jeez. Hmmph. Mind you though, when I say Parisien, it only means males, not the females. *wink*

Au revoir!

I'm tired. How do you go through day to day and pretend that it doesn't get you down? I may not be your best friend but I don't deserve you picking on what you consider my every fault. Maybe you think it's wrong that I brought it up but put yourself in my shoes for a bit. Are you annoyed yet?

I told my parents about THE* non-clubber last night. They didn't really say much but the main point is they're okay with it. It started off being very emotional cause my dad got annoyed that I was caught up with assignments and wasn't replying his emails, but then afterwards, he could still make me laugh. Funny thing is, my dad does that everyfrickingtime after he scolds the hell out of me. I feel the love. =P

Oh, and watch Perfect Stranger only because it will make you feel very good about yourself, and very very much normally sane. Halle Berry and Bruce Willis rocked but Giovanni Ribisi, you... you bloody stormed the area. Don't ask me why his performance was the most memorable because typically, I don't like reading reviews before watching movies, so I don't really wanna be writing one.

French test on Tuesday. Eeps, I don't think my French tutor would be impressed even if I sound perfectly French when I say 'je ne comprends pas, je ne sais pas!'

Link came from Su Ann's.
Come on, I wanna know! :)

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Reciprocation is a happy word. Don't you agree? It's like... Macca's. I swipe my debit card and I'm guaranteed a cheeseburger, Diet Coke, fries, a toy that I take home to my sister, and an inner smile because something about McD's makes me so happy. And I mean guarantee.

I'm lovin' it. McD's AND reciprocation. :)

Sorry, you have to forgive me. I've been through complete tornadoes of crushes and mad confessions of 'I like you's that I'm still finding it weird.

Trinity and I sat at the table after dinner last night, and were talking about nothing in particular, having a good laugh because for some reason, we kept using the wrong words. She picked up the rockmelon and said it was heavy as a rock without realising the irony of it. Then she asked me how to tell if it was COOKED; now that's a direct result of a Malaysian education. Etc. etc. etc.

But everytime I slipped and my mind drifted back to my argument with THE* non-clubber, I got angry again. I was just showing her the Justin Timberlake 'What Goes Around' video with Scarlett Johansson when he called. He asked if I was home. Still annoyed, I said yes. Then he told me to open the door. Puzzled, I went to the door after telling Trinity what he just said.

A pint of ice-cream. At my door step.

I threw it in the freezer, put my slippers on and went out the door but he was already gone. I stood by the road for awhile, and then went back inside to try and call him. It wouldn't get through. Trinity just laughed at how silly we were and I wrote him an sms to say thanks but before I could send it, he called me back. And apologised again. He came all the way to drop ice-cream off at my door...

All is forgiven! Plus he remembered to buy my favourite flavour. :)

I think we should fight more often. I'm kidding of course, I just love pleasant surprises. Hehe.. thank you again!

Why the fuck do we need MySpace, Friendster and Facebook? And supposedly this thing called Tagged too? We need a four in one here. It's fucking annoying to log onto all four.

ANYWAY.

I'm pissed. The boyfriend (whom I have yet to come up with a nickname for) who doesn't club pseudo-interrogated me after I came home last night and went online. When I told him that there were the usual straying hands, he asked me if there was nothing I could've done to stop it.

*INSERT MILES AND ACRES AND GAZILLION I-DON'T-GIVE-A-SHIT-WHERE-IT-COMES-FROM-SO-LONG-AS-IT-MEANS-SOMETHING-BAD SWEAR WORDS HERE*

TELL ME HE DIDN'T SAY THAT.

Sorry, capital letters in abundance here but FRICKING HELL!

It's like... okay, we've established that yes, he trusts me. Of course he does. :P And he cares about me so that's why he tells me to cut down on clubbing. Which I said no to, because it's my choice of leisurely activity. I love the noise and the crowd and the DJs and of course, the music. Plus... who cuts down on something they only do once a week? =.= Yep yep...

and then he asks me a question like this.

You tell me lar, who wouldn't reply 'I'm going to sleep. Goodnight.'

*MORE SWEARING HEREEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!*

Oh, maybe I should just call him THE* non-clubber. =P

Okay, now that I've done my share of what I normally think is juvenile = writing in loads of capital letters and exclamation marks, I shall get on with it.

Music.

Those who have iTunes, the free single of the week is Paolo Nutini's 'Jenny Don't Be Hasty'. I downloaded it because I wanted to know what the fuss is all about, since I've heard about this babe fella since... a long time ago. And it's a free song, doh.

It is beyond awesome...

And I don't even know why!

No, seriously, have a listen and let me know why the hell I might possibly find it great. It's something about... No, I can't put my finger on it. :( And it's frustrating but I love it. Also, go to Thirsty Merc's MySpace and listen to 20 Good Reasons! It's another song I can't seem to get enough of and their new album releases today! I'm very, very tempted to buy it and since I'm getting paid tomorrow... :) X9999

... Is it me or do I really sound about 15 in this post? :(