This weekend's break has been much needed. I would like to think I'm back to normal again, Sleeping at the usual time.. And now that mum finally bought me a new pillow and bolster, maybe I can actually breathe proper. Slumberland is much better. I like mircofibres..
So anyway, on sunday the family went over to taka for some lunch which was nice cos I'm sick of pizzahut and order ins. It was almost like a new country. haven't been to orchard in so long. and they replaced country road with ted baker! Don't know if I should be sad or sadder. But the new outlet is chio i guess.
Guess had new designs (and a new marketing strategy apparently). But zara had the sale. So I went to zara. When time is scarce shopping has to be efficient.
perlini's silver.. everything was silver. shiny and pretty. and if I were a crow I would want to stay with perlini.
gramophone has many discounts. my sis bought kid teen titans vcds :x and I bought LILO AND STITCH which I have been looking everywhere for since like, forever. I am so so pleased. I have yet to watch it again but I will.
"Ohana means family. that means no one gets left behind."
cry cry.
the appetizer is brillant. combines the smoked salmon inside with some cheese thing I can't pronounce with tomato. the pic from hp don't do it justice but never mind. the memory serves me well.
my mum's lunch. it's kinda little for a real lunch but nvm. And she didn't even like the prawn one. and I ate her salad.
mine mine mine. There was potato crepe, not just like potato chunks or whatever. and the sambal on top of the salmon was a work of art. nothing spilled over.
the real thing really did look like that. Rocky Mountain Road. It was like half a metre tall or sth. And of course I didn't eat the whole thing by myself.
mocha cup. with real cream.
(:
Yay.
Thank you God, for such a nice day.
4:08 PM
I think this song. will change my life.
like it was changed when i was six. when things happened 2 years ago.
and today.
26 July 2007
8:44 PM
LIT WEEK (:
i forgot my cam so I used to my handphone cam instead. Pics turned out at least recognizable.. and the nicer clearer shots are from aditi (:
char n xy did these they are nice..
"there's assembly?! hide hide!!"
The stall stuff
(:
all thanks to smoot and her mum for massive leaf. (:
teachers!
Costume Ball prep
ok this isn't a nice shot but nvm. its the only one i have of the rehearsal procession.
jenny took more than half an hour to finish ky's makeup haha. I took half that time fervently promising I won't poke paniel's eye out with the liner, and chasing him arnd lt6 trying to finish putting the blush and whatnot.
I still cannot believe she put mac lipglass on him too.. bet daniel would rather have eaten the pound of flesh.
presenting... 13a's pride and joy
shall be nicer n put one up where he actually knows i'm taking a pic. it takes extreme balance to tiptoe for so long and pause like that while the cam registers a pic.
the procession
And whew its over. Just like that.
25 July 2007
10:05 PM
I liked this lit week.
I thought I hated it because of the long (and largely pointless) rehearsals and the complete arbitrariness of bazaars and shakespeare quotes that start becoming inyourface and the enforcement of enjoyment just because people take lit. Because basically taking lit doesn't mean let's all scream at the top of our voices that we love it so much and so should you. Passion can be individual. It can be quiet. I can do without loud justification.
But I guess this lit week proved me wrong. The incredible amount of effort by sarahhew aditi jem catriona yilun etc etc etc. Respect.
And if nothing else, I think it showed a lot of us 13Aers that we've still gotit. We showed a little of the class spirit (even if in its evanescent entity) we thought had vanished, and if we didn't work it for the class, we did it for each other. I don't say that to create any warm happy feelings, but just that it's true.
one of the nicest things about it is that many didn't know about the cip hours or whatever. Now that we do, it's a cool bonus. But some didn't and they stayed back anyway. And I think that that's the true measure of any camaraderie there is. Realistically, cip, cv and whatever stuff I missed during the assembly are rather essential. But doing anything with that solely or primarily in mind is just sad. That's a value judgement I don't have any right to make, but I'm making it because I'm a little grumpy and I don't feel like having any censorship here, so I won't.
Basically, if nothing else, writing my saddening h3 lit paper has shown me that we all die anyway ceteris paribus. Or, in Hamlet's final words, ‘‘the rest is silence." I'd rather fill the days then with noise. With the nicest melodies there ever will be. With real laughter, not the grating demeaning sorts that I'm beginning to hear more often. Or worst, those of defeat. Or tired laughter.
the stupid boy said "you study so hard, also die." I never study hard, and also die. That is quite painful an irony.
Okay pause I actually don't know why I'm talking about death when I was talking about cip. I don't feel like talking about that anymore. I refuse to become jaded. Not today at least. Not as young as 18. I still got a good 20 years and more. Then the fireball from the sky will come because of the hole in the ozone layer, and we will die in a burst of flame. I hope it burns the paper-pushing machines first. The things that objectify and reduce our days. that reduce us, if and when we let it. Nothing I have ever done I will regret. Not these 2 years, not in sec school, and I hope not ever.
I was talking about lit week i believe.
thank you a13a. It was nice. It really really was.
thank you bren. missed you today. ): hope you're feeling better..
thank you char. it was nice working with you in charge.
thank you nice people julee and sara for lending me the makeup. I was so desperate last night. thank you char and smoot and wally and martin for accessories.
thank you a13a friends. we amazed each other today with our dedication and perseverance to see this through (haha sounds like we climbed a mountain). What more can we ask for. (:
thank you ong for being so nice throughout your first modelling stint. thank you for taking all the harrypotter lordvoldemort teasing from random other models. I still persist in believing shylock could be potter. It's all a matter of perspective. Even though you kept giving me the 0.O look and kept recoiling from the eye liner. i have never seen anyone so deathly afraid of makeup before. thank you for egging me on. and for remembering to bring everything all the time, without any reminders or whatever. You're the good guy.
I'm so beat I'm going to sleep in 5 minutes. I'll get the pictures up asap.
24 July 2007
10:45 PM
what are the things i want to say
that don't come out right.
& where do i go from here.
Listening to you & me (Lifehouse) is quite.. empty at night. echoing words.
and i am so tired. sleepy tired. yay for ivy. she's so nice to talk to.
my dear dear friend: thank you for the hug in the library. there really are things that matter, things that shouldn't, and things that don't anymore.
& my humble friend: you can listen well too. you're right i'm in the process of getting over this and ride with the breeze. that stuck.
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and all other people with nothing to do nothing to lose.
now the track's harry connick jr's forever, for now. night people.
23 July 2007
4:40 PM
Madman
I am the sort to hum 3 different tunes About lifeloveloss And be brooding in midnights About my sunsets
I could chant poetry To sneering fools Intone futile philosophies To a waiting moon. wave and laugh at the fire and brimstone of a sunrise
I am the sort to hear a jingle that rings from the corners of the earth and back; I am the dusty stream that dragged up an abyss of youth
but I can't watch as they turn back or stare at the psychedelic stars at night.
I can't cry with a whimper be boldly placid, the sun-soiled madness of man
And walk away From what's gone
22 July 2007
3:26 PM
and now that i'm strong i have figured out. that i'll find deep inside me, i can be the one.
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my uncle's birthday at my aunt's place many weeks back after school. to celebrate the simple pleasures of homecooked food. (:
baguette mountain
my fav.
yen can cook and so can i..
oh yay.
homebaked :D
(:
21 July 2007
5:11 PM
I had the most awful nightmare yesterday and the day before. The kind of dreams that jolts you awake suddenly, which I am actually thankful for because I forgot to set the alarm on friday. But anyway the subject matter was terrible. It wasn't scary, it was dreadful. I hate sleeping these days. ):
and there is chinese dance j2 farewell TODAY at maria's place and I can't go. yucksyucksyucksyucksyucksyucksYUCKS.
): Bah. Ughh. Okay the one consolation is my grandparents may be coming over, but still. and I haven't seen people like esther and zhixu and pam and suwan for so long. I won't get to eat pam's muffins ): ): ):
to make it up to you guys I shall do a photo commemoration here with all those old photos hidden somewhere. I just have to go look for them...
Everyone goofing about... :D
my best version of "jerr don't take pic of me in morning"
esther's face
haha
mirror shot
last year.. I always end up looking like the monkey.
Love you girls, and I hope it was funfunfun! (:
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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.