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2006-09-26//8:29 p.m.
// i have emotional unstability equivalent (valent!) of potassium on a rainy day (without an umbrella, of course).
i cried in the LT (oh yes). i blame it on a sudden sort of self-pity, coupled with momentary bottomless loathing for someone who has to resort to audacious, outrageously sweeping statements to, i don't know, get our attention?
she has to some extent a point, but i was feeling exceptionally demoralised about english. so there.
i'm still annoyed.
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shower power at its cryptic, pseudoartistic best
2006-09-24//12:50 a.m.
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your eyes will blink
your feet will think
and walk away
but you'll stay.
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ingest excreta and perish, we sing
2006-09-24//12:46 a.m.
// i knew i shouldn'tve had nestum. now my stomach will have reasons to mess itself up further and hand me a night of excreta (pun venomously intended) in a green ikea cup.
i will perish come monday, when the english prelim results come out. goodbuy, goodbye.
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silver decay
2006-09-23//7:58 p.m.
// oh priority horror.
imf is... over.
fort canning is fun. there is a giant fruit (that looks suspiciously like something out of neopets) sitting outside the singapore art museum facade, but that's another story.
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2006-09-22//7:22 p.m.
// two notes to self: do not drink anything containing caffeine after six. also turn off phone by midnight or so ingest excreta and perish by insomnia and utter randomness.
my grapevine is shorter than i am. i was hitherto completely unaware of not just what was being announced today, but on another level, i had no idea about the truly incredible amount of love, care and devotion that we've received for thirty-eight years. talk about being completely, ungratefully ignorant - maybe crying and being sad aren't bliss, but knowing how much the lady who really brought school to life really cared sure beats ignorance. euphoria, maybe?
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in the mood for logic gates
2006-09-18//12:18 p.m.
i am trying very hard to mask my excitement - when it played i sat with a big smile on my face. you just can't see it now.
the hype machine is a work of genius.
maybe for post-prelim celebration i will postpone my borderless layout and have myself one from the movie.
alright i've been happy long enough, time to get back to physics.
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2006-09-16//3:59 p.m.
// i am breaking my hiatus in the midst of a time when i am supposed to be doing physics. i wanted to desaturate some inthemoodforlove pictures, but i realise that it just wouldn't be the same without the colour, luridly lush it is.
will now try to blog less cryptically. what would happen if i ended up getting into a cliched situation in which i was torn between doing what i wanted to do because i wanted to, and doing what i wanted to because it's someone else wanted me to do? an example - science vs arts. assuming, of course, i try and go for the As.
i have deduced that my interests are obscure and fluctuate more than the y values on an a/c graph (if they don't fluctuate, it's because i haven't studied physics). which is why people usually go "RIGHHHHT..." on hearing me rave.
i want to be more literary. maybe i should start reading books. they're still as addictive as they were when i was in lower primary reading all afternoon and not studying an iota - i couldn't put down the junior novelization thing i borrowed from my brother yesterday night (Superman Returns: Strange Visitor of all things), to the point where i brought it to the toilet and finished off the last part wrapped, post-bath, in a towel.
reading is therapeutic. it gives you time to imagine and reflect. it lets you have the licence to fabricate your own sort of world, with little details like the direction of a staircase all as you fancy. or maybe it lets you put bits of your life into someone else's when you read and imagine (i always thought that this house that appeared sometime in the Famous Five series looked like where we lived for a while in seletar). which is why i can't ever really appreciate the way novels-turned-movies (like Harry Potter turn out - because i saw the book differently from the author, and while she might rightly see the movie as a perfect visualization, i and maybe a million other people who put harry into cupboards under their stairs in their houses didn't.
but we adapt, i suppose. or the more vocal ones go and draw/somehow make their own opinions come to life some way or another (the result being fanart, fanfiction, and general fandom). so it's not much of an issue. besides, you couldn't very well go up to jk rowling and tell her that harry should have a room facing the kitchen and not the tv or something.
nevermind, totally out of point.
but yes, therapeutic.
i still think however that it would be fun to analyse movies for lit. not hardcore action or romantic dramas or whatever, but stuff that has meaning and blahdeeblah (this is a paradoxical sentence). i won't give examples because i'm not quite qualified to dictate a syllabus (or we would be having subjects like water-fighting for the Os), but yeah. maybe someone will, if only for fun.
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be well
2006-09-07//4:44 p.m.
// i will attempt to go on a hiatus after this.
fashion writers actually have to have quite an extensive vocabulary, so they can gush and rave in style, yo.
in the mood for love was mentioned in urban (!) so go and see.
people like iain mccaig and william chang are inexorably convincing me of the perks of design in movies. fun.
but - this is a joke, don't worry. won't happen - till i make it big in the production department of some aesthetically unparalleled film as a concept artist (a la mccaig) or production designer (chang), i will sate my, um, wants with little things. like the five-minute excuse for a movie i plan to facilitate the materialization of after the Os. that aside i intend to at some time in my life learn the violin (again), bass guitar, drums, run till my joints ache satisfyingly, and fire a gun, among other things.
but in the shorter term - till the O-level results come out next year i will be languidly convincing myself -
I believe in you and me
I'm coming to find you
If it takes me all night
Wrong until you make it
And I won't forget you
At least I'll try
And run, and run tonight
Everything will be alright
I was out shopping for a doll
To say the least, I thought I've seen them all
But then you took me by surprise
I'm dreaming bout those dreamy eyes
I never knew, I never knew
So take your suitcase, cause I don't mind
And baby doll, I meant it ever time
You don't need to compromise
I'm dreaming bout those dreamy eyes
I never knew, I never knew
But it's alright...
Everything will be alright.
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flowerpot shoes, if they have their way
2006-09-07//12:19 p.m.
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the last empress dowager person - cixi - would be easy to dismiss as at least a little deluded. for a start, look at her shoes. crazy, i tell you.
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i know the font is tiny
2006-09-06//2:52 p.m.
// i destroyed my template, yes. i am not going through some angst routine, no. neither am i going through pumpkin milk syndrome, or the usual pms.
by the chance you want to see what happened earlier (nothing of interest lah), there is now a link to the archives.
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