philos
liberté
princeps
memoria

I uncovered a treasure last week, and am as pleased as punch. (: It's not every day that I find another gem of a book, and this one comes very close to being the perfect biography. And the best thing was it is very new and pretty. I don't really like reading tattered copies. Sort of kills the magic of presentation.




Plath knew that if she didn't care too much, she might not care at all.

Which is scarier, I wonder. Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously near to wanting nothing.

What constantly amazes me is the contrast between the large, powerful panzer-woman of Ariel, who "eats men like air" and "adores a Fascist", and the little defeated American girl in her chilly, sparsely furnished flat, who turns on the gas taps and lays her head in the oven to end it, just because she could.

Like Plath triumphantly exclaims in the opening of Lady Lazarus,

Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.

I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I've a call,


There is a sense of elation she feels. Perhaps then, to take one's life is to behave in a more active, assertive way than to helplessly watch as one's life is taken away from one by inevitable mortality. Who's to know anyhow?


This is a slightly depressing thought. Cough sputter. Then again, life, of course, never gets anyone's entire attention. Death always remains interesting- pulls us, draws us.

ah well.

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But anyway, saturday was fun. I went to eat the nicest but extremely oily commonwealth chicken rice after church. Despite the impending diarrhea that will plague me. Brave soul. And while I was buying dark choc at ntuc, peck was attending the youth service, and pastor David was singing again! (: Uncanny.

Ate oyster today. It is definitely an acquired taste, and I am still acquiring it. Went to The Ship at orchard for a nice lunch.




the oyster looks terrible. But it actually doesn't taste that bad..




my sisterr. Who doesn't look at all like me, but sounds exactly like me. (:




she looks so nice with my grandpa. Loves gramps.




She says this shall be her prom dress, so that she can be the only caterpillar in prom. I applaud.







and dinner. I am going to baozha. Reminds me of Open House though.



I am better. Thank you. (:


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the radio's screaming, and my brain echoes..

Standing on the rooftop, everybody scream your heart out.

What I wouldn't give..
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