I hate c_ld storage they have no concept of eye level at all. Since when did eye level mean like CEILING height. Rubbish.
Anyway I love stoning in the holland v cold storage. they have all those pretty organic bell peppers and weird mints and a very huge pretty fruits double the ntuc price but who cares. Consumers pay of excess capacity anyway.
Back in school! SuMae GET WELL SOON!
I'm so sian of exams and it has only been 2 papers. Grr. I must get rid of the attitude seriously.
I wonder why my mum thinks I'll never get one. Apparently some people think I definitely need to get married but I don't think so. Dunno. It's so funny thinking about stuff like that. Wonder how those victorian girls dealt with marriage at 16.
Haha observe the level of discussion drop to subzero. Ultimate degen.
I couldn't sleep again yesterday. At least not after an hour of counting sheep. This shouldn't continue its downright unhealthy. I'm going to go do something that makes me happy. Maybe go shopping with vernus soon. Or start living.
I'm tired of being alone, so hurry up and get here. Well. Not really. I'm just tired.
This dove ad is cool. They show the whole process of making somebody billboard beautiful. Go watch!! Click! (:
Why did I dream of you last night? Now morning is pushing back hair with grey light Memories strike home, like slaps in the face; Raised on elbow, I stare at the pale fog beyond the window.
So many things I had thought forgotten Return to my mind with stranger pain:
Like letters that arrive addressed to someone
Who left the house so many years ago.
- Philip Larkin
19 June 2007
11:52 PM
Dance Phenomenon
The moves and the music is quite the perfect fit..
"You can dance anywhere, even in your heart"
1:04 PM
I miss talking to human beings. (the people at home don't count they are aliens and monsters. (: )
yapped with my 2 goot friends yesterday for 2 hours and it was very very stress relieving. I am tired today and cranky and have a headache, but things like that don't matter because of the warm fuzzy feeling inside.
and mum bought a huge bag of nonya coconut kueh last night to eat. But my pandan cake had an ant. ):
Could you talk to me like you don't know what we ever fought about. Cos i don't remember anymore.
I can't believe my shampoo costs 50% more now for the same 300ml bottle. In 3 MONTHS. they think they can make new pretty packaging and print a tiny 'made in italy' (reindustrialisation!) and then put in some weird fruit extract chemical and rip people off like that....? ):
18 June 2007
6:29 PM
When I feel sad I go to the piano (it's been ages) and play a few chords, and then I'm better. (: or I write little tunes with words that have no meaning. a heart song.
I guess there comes a point in time to forget about things, and move on for the moment. these things can be revisited some other time.
Time as white sound.
The creme brulee and bread pudding were fantastic. (: I thank God for little blessings because in a saddening day, it's better that way.
Telling yourself it's better this way doesn't make it better. It just helps you pretend, is all.
It used to be different I think. I can't remember how, but different. And different could mean a difference, between now and back then.
16 June 2007
4:02 PM
Were all stars to disappear or die, I should learn to look at an empty sky And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.
A real book is not one that we read, but one that reads us.
W. H. Auden
15 June 2007
4:53 PM
(:
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It jumped to $22.5 billion, up by 73%.
GG.
13 June 2007
10:49 PM
I went and bought a huge jar of skippy chunky and it is a beautiful thing. Close to perfection in a jar. (:
my aunt came over with 2 jumbo chickens and mediterranean cravings so we cooked up this basil oregano dish made up solely of zuchini, jap cucumbers, bell peppers, onions and cherry tomatoes and it became a delightful veg stew. I have never tasted the like.
I spend 2 hours making lunch for the kiddos everyday, and it's worth it cos now there aren't any shells in the egg mayo. I'm pleased.
(: I love homemade stuff cos I never get to eat them during school so now I can. This is such happyness.
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How like you to hide beside my door
how like you to wave it away, dried flowers in your hands
how like you to forget, imitate, laugh away
and how like you to change. and change and change.
i can't decide if you're fiction or fact. i'm trying to make it not matter.
I think somewhere, deep inside.. I'm sick of all the pretension. It was promising; all the h__an perfection, ringing hollow. I thought that sound was the echoes of deeper things to come, better things. I thought people were much better, but seems this is as good as it gets. So, somewhere in this fragmented plea I'm saying come-and-go. But go soon.
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She asked;
do i go with the guy who makes me laugh,
or the one who makes me smile inside..
I had no answer.
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To the people who're struggling for air now... Read this!
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will, When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low, and the debts are high, And you want to smile, but you have to sigh..
When care is pressing you down a bit, Rest if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns, As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about, when he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don't give up though the pace seems slow, You may succeed with another blow.
Success is failure turned inside out, The silver tint of the clouds of doubt, And you never can tell how close you are, It may be near when it seems so far;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit,
It's when things seem worst, that You Must Not Quit.
- C. W. Longenecker
11 June 2007
10:41 PM
hello world.
Had one of the nicest times at hotel intercontinental last sunday. Uncle gave me and sis half an hour to ransack the bugis area for good foods like smoked DUCK whoohoo and meesiam and all that, to sneak into the suite and massively pig out with the family.
I have not done something to fun and weird and exciting for uber long. And the running into our room with all the food was the nicest part. Bet they caught us on camera..
Weird dreams plague my sleep. Dreamt of an alternate ending for Happy Feet. lol. Got dancing penguins in my subconscious the whole time. It's my brother's fault- I've been watching the dvd for the fifth consecutive time :O
Oh yes. And I must think of a poem to write too. How now brown cow.
But since I'm hungry- how now, buy pao.
Genius.
and
HAPPY BURFDAY BWEN. :D
07 June 2007
10:26 PM
I can't sleep.
Plath has been sitting around inside my head. I shouldn't have moped about reading Ariel all day. Doesn't do me any good, this obsession with my h3lit paper.
It isn't all morbid in there. Suicide is so ironic. In a world where everyone tries to stay alive at all costs, how do we judge those who decide to end it. This final experience that promised to be very different. An eternal oblivion.
People or stars
Regard me sadly, I disappoint them.
In a way the experience of reading Plath deeply is a frightening one.
So now here I am, stuck with this insane preoccupation with a lot of things, with the self and moods and doubts. And wondering, what it must be like.. Alone. Yeah I can't sleep.
And it isn't Lady Lazurus or The Bee Meeting or Daddy that's swirling around in my mind. It's Elm. I keep reading it over and over again.
Is it the sea you see in me, Its dissatisfactions?
'I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets.'
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And this is uncanny.
And how will your night dances Lose themselves. In mathematics?
Haha. That was the big shock today. That there is Integration in JC math. I had no idea I ever did integration in JC.. I screamed when I saw them lying harmlessly in my file.
I am going mad.
06 June 2007
8:56 PM
Random post alert.
I want to confess something..
Well maybe not.
sometimes, like now, i feel like i'm this big joke, and punchline's coming right up.
that popped out of nowhere. but that's kinda where i am at the mo. Nowhere.
Can i just say it once and for all. Last time.. I hate not being able to do anything.. cos of being sick.
Can I just say something else. {edit} ah forgeddit. what's the point. {/edit}
Was sian so I did this work personality test thing for half an hour :S
- Cher, your answers indicate that you are an Individualist when it comes to your overall work personality. (cwap that isn't good is it..)
"The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe... But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself."
Friedrich Nietzsche
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You are most inspired by:
-People -Movies -Music -Literature
The results say I am a nerd at heart. tadaa like I didn't already know. I am the classic librarian. (:
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My mum tells me sis to watch more chinese tv. Then this advert was showing on channel 8 with this cute little girl.
my mum says: see!! such a young girl can speak such fluent chinese! Learn!!
and the girl was speaking japanese.
-______-
05 June 2007
8:19 PM
in a little of an odd mood now.
i spent my today in the library trying to figure unbiased estimators. i couldn't..so i just skimmed through the notes smirking over the ridiculous sounding math relationships.
the sole joy i gleamed was reading the 4 poems in the Ariel anthology. I can read it all day and still have more to learn.
and nyapping with tanneh and lip.(: i haven't been laughing much i realise.
have been coughing and sneezing. i hate my immune system. i thought to give it a chance to redeem itself, so i haven't been to the doctor's since end June when i got the flu, and now it has manifested itself into coughing fits. and when i got back i had fever. so i just watched chinese news to scare the germs away.
it was scary. i was trying to get into the mind of plath on my way back, what with dying being an art and all. then i saw a police van and a couple of undertakers on my way back. ):
and then when i was buying my good ol water chestnut from the nice uncle, he was updating me on another death along the overhead bridge near my school. apparently a guy went up the roof and it was slippery and then the branches hit him and he fell and died. ):
then i read LIFE tonight and there's this China girl paralysed neck down, pleading for the right to kill herself.
man, a day in the life of the sick. tis terrible.
but no morbid thoughts! they circled more randomly along deep armchairs and pleasant curtains of the Old Home, then to some random farmhouse in australia (which I miss terribly); and the geniality, the dignity, the lack of urbanity which are the offspring of privacy and space.
i need some form of clarity. my room was in a total mess (like my life hurhur) and i had a weird compulsion to grab my yoghurt and plonk down, listen to kevin kern the good man, and read the nearest copy of virginia woolf.
Why are women so much more interesting to men than men are to women?
What had our mothers been doing then that they had no wealth to leave us? Powdering their noses?
Hurhurhur.
go gently
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If hands could free you, heart,
Where would you fly?
Far, beyond every part
Of earth this running sky
Makes desolate? Would you cross
City and hill and sea,
If hands could set you free?
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Moments.
Snapshots of sudden illumination, rolling thoughts that trip and tumble before they congeal and form
into structured thought.
