30 November 2007
11:53 AM
I think sats mathII is killing my holidays. I have not gone shopping for prom (not that I want to. All the dresses sorta look alike..), have only read one book (wharton) and still can't do vectors..
BUT now I know really important stuff about imaginary numbers which are not variables! :O it is a real number :O How special is that.
There is also an equation for geometric sequences and you can calculate the sum of a sequence to infinity (and beyond). That is just blow-your-mind amazing. This shall change my life.
All thanks to ivy for giving me late-night tuition (: I think math is fun when its multiple-choice. And when infinity's involved. It's doubly cool that what you learnt in ki can also come in math reasoning.
But I'm missing Mrs. toh's christmas gathering. bah.
After sats, movie watching, birthday party... Come soon!
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The day that flooded singapore (thursday) was eventful cos I had to get a nice new blue umbrella specially for the rain. All the basement shops were flooded and everyone was grumpy. Taxi queue was 31-people strong, the poor things.
Paragon was bliss because the floor was dry and the people were friendly. Taka had taitai-overdose, so me and sis decided it wasn't worth it, but their basement was nice and warm, and there was so much bread. I love bread.
bread...
This was the best part of the day: sesame street performance!! But there wasn't zoe. ):
so I was in the changing room.
salesgirl to sister: so you both just finished exams?
sister: yah, O levels and A levels.
salesgirl: okay, so how was your A levels?
sister: maniacal laughter
me : -.-'
Sometimes I think people are half-blind, or maybe my sister's too tall.
27 November 2007
10:19 AM
i need to / will love to:
1. colour-coordinate my wardrobe
2. go skating
3. get an italian name
4. read pinker's language instinct
5. read chaucer's troilus and criseyde
6. run 9.5km
7. jam with sara
8. learn jazz piano
9. memorise ave maria-hymn for gramps
10. go breakfast-brunching with tracy
11. dinner date with kx
12. don't look back
13. learn the drums
14. give my new shoes away
15. dance at studio wu
16. think of what I want
17. get exploded in colour
18. finish 50 laps
19. perspective
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Your Italian Name Is...
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Mariabella Gallo
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alright!
and make a ham sandwich, find a turkey sandwich, go jelita for o'briens.
You Are a Ham Sandwich
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Your best friend: The Turkey Sandwich
Your mortal enemy: The Grilled Cheese Sandwich
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26 November 2007
12:36 AM
I could always remember
the many ways to make you smile.
the deep chats about politics and
long live lkyhow i whined about never being able to tell the difference
between oboe and clarinet,
and you dumped on me $200 worth of cds to help
(yes, i can tell the difference now)
all those vitamin tablets you gave me and you
knew when i didn't take them.
Or you'd call me up to remind me to buy some new pill on the market.
Don't know how you knew, but you did.
you passed on your precious cd collection to someone who can only appreciate it half as well as you,
and that proud horse you gave her has been sold.
Mozart sits pretty on ebony and ivory; I bought beethoven to accompany him. It gets lonely up there sometimes, and I can tell.
I think I played the violin for you.
I think I pressed on because you knew I could.
I think life's all about that. Making it worthwhile for yourself, for the people around you.
You only ever wear one pair of sandals, those timberlands that went with all the khakis you had.
You surprised me one day, and sometimes I think I know you so well,
when I don't really know you at all.
I should visit you, but I can't find the time after school.
(You wouldn't want to hear my violin anymore.
I can raise the dead with that.)
Maybe I'll play piano again for you. But I'll have to practise though, so I'll be needing
a little more time.
19 November 2007
10:28 AM
Gone again.
Last sprint like never before..
17 November 2007
11:51 AM
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Tudor monarch Gush Alert:
I received an email (and a squealing one at that) about the new movie The Other Boleyn Girl, and I almost fell off my chair because that is just perfect. Natalie Portman (one of my almost favourites) and Scarlett Johansson (Johansson Johansson!!) AND Eric Bana. They got it all right, except maybe Johansson for Mary Boleyn may be a bit of a stretch.
After reading about the Stuarts and the Tudors and (naturally) scoffing at Henry the 8th, [one is inclined to believe that he was a cad, King or not], and cheering for Elizabeth I, this will be such an eye-opener (:
What I'll be potentially upset about may be the glorification of a man with a perchant for switching wives like socks, over the plight of Anne Boleyn, which I am almost certain will be glossed over like jelly on the table. She isn't very likeable, and Catherine of Aragon is to be pitied, but still.
If not for Anne, there would have been no Queen Elizabeth I, leaving the whole of England under Queen Mary (the horror, the madness, the bloodandgore). Not that Elizabeth was any less bloody, but she did lead the Protestant movement and the church of England, bless her heart.
Now that I've just warmed up to this, I didn't know Princess Diana was a descendent of Mary Boleyn :O I just thought she was a random sunday school teacher :x
Another laughable thing: I think there's something highly ironic about getting Jonathan Rhys Meyers to play Henry VIII in The Tudors. An Irish accent might be a little weird for a very English king. But never mind that.
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Ok. (: I feel so happy and relaxed, and I can't wait!
16 November 2007
11:39 AM
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while the rest of the world goes on with life,
there is a terrible, painfully usual waiting for one day.
hang up the old boxing gloves, we don't need them anymore.
there's a hope in forgetting, a gently soothing solace in a memory forgotten and in a hope lost.
there is beauty in the moving on from here, and the moving to.
to submerge yourself in dreams, like lapping water
softly stirring,
holding and carrying you out,
out and away.
under the tremendous breadth and
depth of a sky too painfully blue.
there is beauty in the giving up, and in the letting go.
a door's closed so that another can open, and even if it never does, and if it never will,
the sureness and necessity of its occurrence is enough,
powerful in itself.
and the giving up will only show the strong strength still.
because we can master the art of eviscerating reminiscence.
so go on world.
make something new out of yourself. and come dawn,
come the new daybreak;
the morning of tomorrows will be brighter than todays.
and twilight will be a distant star
upon this galaxy
of forgotten-ness.
bread...
This was the best part of the day: sesame street performance!! But there wasn't zoe. ):
