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Give me one good reason why you deserve to be happy and why the world should not end.
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| Living Insomnias and Crazy Cool Nightmares |
[27 Dec 2011|05:53pm] |
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Hi, dear everyone or myself or whoever is reading this out of morbid fascination, this is me writing again from some random time of the day. And from my workplace no less.
Recently, my life has been rather a bit of a stagnant pool of murky water, perfect as mosquito breeding grounds and my brain has been addled like hell frozen over.
To start with, Í have been unhealthily obsessing, over-thinking and analyzing the perfect plan for university. It has been more than a year and I feel that I am going nuts. I'm starting to feel like a huge bruise that's been repeatedly prodded at.
I know it's a simple situation. I know there are starving African kids and countries torn apart and tearing apart in agony. I know you're probably thinking I'm some selfish, selfish, narrow-minded, emo little girl who cannot for the love of God crawl out of the self-pitying bog pit she's fallen into.
I honestly wish I could change things and be sure of myself. Good news is, I am approaching some sort of decision and I guess I can quote someone and safely say: all roads lead to Rome.
I just wish the road was smoother. Hahaha.
Okay, so heads up on what I'm planning now - I'm most likely not taking SAT as after researching online it appears that NUS & NTU do not even glance at it for locals.
As for the so-called Ivy League Yale-NUS university? Turns out the degree will be awarded by NUS.
Cue - whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatttttttt?????????????????
And there has been some dissension on the topic of a Liberal Arts college in Sg.
Why not? You ask.
Well, reasons being, there are certain political white elephants and invisible lines to be wary of, Yale being rather squeamish about the collaboration and with next to no profit to be gained after the 3 years'contract. And it is a new university yet to be tested out and ranked.
Still, I have to admit the name 'Yale' gets to me like a tall glass of milk calls to cookies.
So, I emailed them about SAT and stuff, and they replied me and said they 'look at more than the student's academic achievements', et cetera et cetara etc... and quoted 'A Levels' more than a few times. I got the hint.
Oh yes, by the way, they are taking in 150 students in 2013, at least half of which will be international students. And I wonder out of the other half, how many will be non-citizens?
But I'd still take a crack at it, so sue me.
At the very least, I'd get a nice rejection letter to keep in memory by. :D
I think I'm getting too stressed over nothing. Maybe it's the medication but I've a feeling it's myself.
I even had a couple of really wacky nightmares.
One of monsters and the end of the world again.
The other of a zombie apocalypse.
I think I'll fill in the details here later, 6pm is coming!!!
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| My 21st Birthday Wish List |
[04 Sep 2011|01:11pm] |
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A bagpack trip. To anywhere but sg.
An Intuos Wacom tablet.
The first book draft finished by me for me.
A beautiful picture book or illustration collection by me for me as well. Too bad I don't have the time for it.
An iPhone and a nice wooden carved case for it.
A treadmill. Foldable would be nice.
A Playstation or Xbox or Wii.
Braces.
Less fats.
A tuxedo cat named James Spartacus Bond.
A name to call my own(finally).
An electronic piano that's silent when I play with the earphones plugged in.
To go plane watching at Changi Airport(?).
Watch a sunrise/sunset at the beach.
A Dior gaucho double saddle bag.
Sevens jeans.
The Ikea crocodile toy.
A killer whale/shark giant plush toy.
A dessert pigout at Fika cafe.
A movie marathon, complete with Garret's caramel crisp and cheese popcorn and magnum gold or ice cream tubs.
Eat an entire tub of ice cream with a spoon.
A university.
A job. Decent would be good and perfect would be awesome-(looks like I'm getting this one)
That Accutane won't close my lower epiphyseal plates prematurely and my lower limbs would still be able to grow til the age of 25. What? It's scientifically proven.
The beach bed sheet I saw in the department store when I was shopping with Jo.
The perfect hoodie.
Ear piercing.
Coffee Bean red velvet cake, tiramisu and Starbucks mocha frappucino.
Earrings from Etsy.
Lasik. Ha!
A bed and breakfast with movie! Like the time I had chicken pox. OJ, bacon, toast and eggs! Yumilicious.
Bake my own birthday cake and cookies.
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Let's face it, most of these aren't even substantial or practical. They are like half formed ideas floatng around the universe, bubbles waiting too long til they burst. How sad.
Hmm, if it gets down to just one I'm getting for myself, my first insanely expensive tier would be a toss up amongst the trip, braces, treadmill, Wii(Wii Fit), bag and iPhone.
Second tier would then be something within my poor old budget: Another ear piercing to commemorate my 21st, since I got two for my 20th last year, it only makes good spontaneous sense for me to do so this year too. Food. A nice big plushie of a shark or killer whale. Earrings. Blablabla...
Third tier would then be all those others: Movie marathons, bed and breakfasts, camping out god knows where, getting drunk on OJ snce I can't drink now.
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| List of Things I Want to Do Before I Grow Old/Die/the Apocalypse |
[06 Jul 2011|10:20am] |
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Things that can be done within this year:
1)Write a proper start and finish for my novel(s).
2)Read up on Shakespeare and other literary works.(Yes, that includes Romeo & Juliet without gagging)
3)Get a JOB, that I like, doesn't matter the pay but must not be too low or too far and working hours must be humane.
4)Start my own Illustration Portfolio, solely for my pleasure only.
5)Read finish the chinese books I bought and most of those english books on my Reading List.
6)Get an exercise regime and stick to it.
7)Wake up before 9.30am everyday.
8)Settle my debts with CPF.
9)Clear up complexion with my scary good medicine. Aka the one that makes my skin dry out like preserved guava.
10)Get braces if possible this year.
11)Go on a wild bag packing trip alone or with a friend, in the Europe/China/Australia/America continent. This will be my 21st birthday wish.
Things that I may/may not be doing:
1)Taking Pure Eng Lit O Levels, if required.
2)Apply for NIE (BA) next year, pray hard I will get in. Unless something better comes along of course. Feb 15!!!
3)If NIE fails me, go for SIM part time Eng or go UQ for 2 years granted it is affordable with or without bank loan. All in all, by hook or by crook I WILL get that Eng/Arts degree that's been evading me!
4)If I'm rich enough and have enough time on my hands, I will buy a Wacom and master it!
Things I want to accomplish in the future after I've had my degree:
1)Study Fine Arts Diploma.
2)Get Masters overseas and scholarship if possible.
3)Go overseas on holiday every year. Save up save up!
4)Have in mind a country I want to migrate/get PR in.
5)Move out of my house and rent an apartment alone or with a friend.
Things I want to accomplish in my biggest and wildest dreams:
1)Write an effing good novel and publish it. Doesn't matter if it gets slammed down, so long as I feel it is good, ready and readable.
2)Be able to do gorgeous digital paintings.
3)Have my own apartment, preferably not in Singapore.
4)Get the hell out of here. Permanently.
5)Be involved in a movie production. I've always wanted to see how it works.
6)Learn horse riding.
7)Have a tuxedo cat called Sparta, a Husky dog, a pet snake and a couple of geckos. Throw in a red legged tarantula and it would be perfect for scaring off people.
8)Own a Balisong collection. Shiny.
9)Have an indoor cinema system complete with PS/Xbox, library/chilling room and art room. The apartment can be smaller than an ant's buttcrack for all I care but I'll be damned if I don't install these.
10)Travel to the following places: America(New York), Russia(St Petersburg), Europe(London, Glasgow), Germany(Berlin), Austria(Vienna again), France(Paris), Italy(Venice), Spain, Thailand, Vietnam, Cambodia, New Zealand(Christchurch), Australia(Alice Springs, Goldcoast), Korea, Japan(Tokyo, Kyoto, Osaka), Canada, Egypt, Greece...
11)Go Disneyland, and that Harry Potter one too.
12)Learn Karate.
13)Stay overnight ocean-and-star-gazing in another country with real waves and deep blue(not brown or green) sea.
14)Sleep on the balcony with my cat in my lap and my dog at my feet.
15)Visit the Louvre Museum in France.
16)Ride in a hot air balloon.
17)Swim with dolphins/go scuba diving.
18)Skydive
19)Take a train ride across a country.
20)Get a license and a car and drive crazy on the highway.
21)Anything else I can think of later.
For now, I'm stuck at home scouting for a decent job and waiting for Feb 15 or some miracle to come, whichever comes first or God so help me so that I won't want to kill myself with all this waiting. How stupid it is that when you finally know what you want, it dances out of your reach. And when you have no stinking idea of what you want, it's there in front of you all along.
Everyone makes mistakes. Some people's just cost them a lot more than others.
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May I drown in Heineken/Carlsberg with a triple scoop of Rocky Road ice cream and chocolate bars right now.
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Hellfire. Shit. I've got the worst of 'luck' ever. I cannot believe I actually missed the university application intake for this year. **** it.
I'm so disappointed and pissed at myself, and it's not just because I missed it either - sure there's always January next year, but... I now realize I'm scared as hell of applying for Lasalle and so downright confused and sad for missing the SIM english application in mid-March. Damn it, I thought it was still open for intake last week?! Or maybe I never really read it properly and missed out the fact that it was ALREADY closed in MID MARCH. Wth.
Now I've got a rotten portfolio to submit to Lasalle before 30 April and I can only apply for SIM in August for next Jan's intake. Sounds okay, actually, considering I'd have a back up that way and there's always NIE next year too. BUT BUT BUT-
******* ****, I thought I'd finally gone through this phase. I still don't know what the hell I want. I realized I want to write or work on my story or read more than draw and I can't even draw worth a damn now. Not because I've lost my penchant for drawing, no, more of I don't even FEEL like drawing anymore. It's sad. I don't know what that means. On one hand I'm torn apart over the fact I'd give anything for my drawing muse back again, even if it's crappy shitty artwork, at least it's artwork. However, on the other hand, I have honest to goodness NO IDEA if that also means I'd rather write than draw. Bummer. I can't imagine myself working as an editor or as an art teacher sometimes and other times I daydream about being able to illustrate and write my own books. I keep going in circles between these two decisions I feel so sick to the core I want to throw up over and over and lie down and not get back up again ever. Not even to apply for some ****ing university course.
I thought I had chosen fine arts. Now I'm not so sure again, since I'm so sad about SIM and hesitant about what would happen IF I got accepted by both in the first place. And HOW the HELL could I have been so overworked and muddleheaded til I'd MIX UP APPLICATION DEADLINES?!?!?!?!!
I hate myself sometimes.
I don't know what I'll really feel if I did get in. More likely I'd just be effing relieved I got into ANYTHING at all, I wouldn't feel happy all the way. No longer will it be that way. I think I'm only applying for the sake of getting the whole stupid thing over and done with so I wouldn't have to walk around and lie awake at night feeling there's this 1000,000,000 pound weight on my chest chained to a cannonball at the pit of my guts. And the most terrifying thing is I can feel so empty empty empty inside with the million pound cannonball and all. I can't even breathe right these days it's sick.
And I'm wondering if my family would even let me go to university. Since my dad's losing his job and my mum's not working. Oh, and the fact that I handed in my resignation letter last week isn't helping either. What if I have to sacrifice and work my ass off just to support the family this year and the next? Would I never be allowed to go study my final degree in peace and happiness at all? I'm not sure about the 'happiness' part any longer, now it's nothing more than a sick twisted knife stuck in my chest all the while.
God, it hurts to breathe. I'd really, really appreciate if you'd come in and sprinkle your blessings and miracles any time now. Heaven and Hell know I NEED a financial miracle and decision miracle and an education miracle. Oh God.
it's as if something died inside of me a long time back and the rotting remains are still buried under more and more dying things. As if I'm hollowed out inside out and I'm merely a walking shell of a person who I used to be. Sure, I'd look the same, laugh with you, talk with you, joke with you, etc...But this blackhole of a void is eating me up so torturously slow I wish it'd get it done with fast.
I've only felt amused, happy because of a joke and had some moodswings up and down these months, years...The simple emotion of the joy and satisfaction of life and being alive is gone. Maybe it never truly existed and maybe it's a flickering candle flame all along in the case of human beings. We're always on the search for something to fill us, to give us and our lives purpose. We are all empty cages in search of birds. Objects, status, money and love to possess and hold shut within our metal bars. We think we have it all and the ironic thing is we don't. We're just hiding or boasting behind the bars and trying to fool ourselves into thinking we're outside of them looking in. But we're not. Oh god, listen to me 'emo' away again.
If the end of the world is near, I beg you for mercy and let it come quick. Just end this once and for all. This is not depression. This is a numbess, there's no other word for it.
All this shit just to get a stupid piece of paper. You get born, you live to study and work and then you either get married and repeat the process from a different perspective and then you die. What's not mentioned is how many times you die inside until you get some RIP.
Hahaha. I think I can talk the ears off any optimist right now.
In the end, even if you manage to get it all, own it all, be it all...What does it truly matter?
Ashes to ashes we all fall down.
And my heart was burnt to ashes eons ago.
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| Writing Challenge #1: A Hairy Situation (Chapter 1) |
[03 Jan 2011|12:00am] |
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Fear has a funny way of ruining everything. Especially when it involves having an irrational fear of hair, which in Elisha Driftwood’s case, wasn’t so irrational after all. However, sitting in the crowded examination hall, all the while feeling the knife-edge tension of a hundred students’ withheld breaths as they stared down at their Calculus test paper so hard it stared back at them, along with the crazy scribbling of pens on scratchy paper by the class Brainiacs, Elisha couldn’t have fidgeted more on her seat. But what really chewed on her nerves with the passion of a rabid dog was her hair. Or rather, the noise it made as it argued amongst itself incessantly. “Your ‘a’ looks a bit too slanted towards the right. I suggest a 37 degree clockwise rotation of the alphabet would be nice,” suggested one of the older, stiffer hairs on the back of her head. “Oh shut up Timothy! You think the girl doesn’t have enough to worry about other than flunking the test? My Elisha dear, you could have spent more time studying on your own other than watching Project Runway every night.” Probably the more maternal hairs beside her ears, Elisha mused. “-And then Marcia told me that Tina told her that Ronald heard from Erick that Alisha said to Jordan that the girl who’s sitting in front of you has really gorgeous curls-” This one had the annoying high-pitched cheerleader voice Elisha hated the most. “Yo Ellie,” another rougher, laidback drawl piped in with a more downtown accent. “This is the worst piece of trash I’ve ever seen. Who needs to know about the Pythagoras Theorem anyway, I say you stuff can take this piece of wooden garbage and stuff it up Mr Pythagoras’s big fat-” “SHUT UP! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP! I CAN’T CONCENTRATE WITH YOU BUNCH OF IDIOTS STRUTTING AROUND MY HEAD!!!” Elisha screamed, trying to silence the cacophony of murmuring from her head. A sharp silence followed and she slowly looked up from her desk, sensing the tenfold increase of tension in the hall. Her eyes met with the piercing glare of Mr Robbins, English teacher and well known as the Hitler incarnate of Ashbury Middle School. “Oh, we’re all in big, big trouble,” one of the quieter strands of hair whispered, shaking in fear. For what might have been the first time in all her fourteen years, Elisha had to agree. “Miss Driftwood,” Mr Robbins said in a voice tight with suppressed anger. “You are exempted from taking this test; please proceed to the detention room right now.” “But I-“ “I said NOW. And I want you to stay in there until you have realized how much trouble you are in for disrespecting your teachers and disturbing your classmates. I want a 1000 word essay regarding your ignorance on my desk tomorrow morning. Failure to do so will result in an immediate ‘F’ for this test.” Elisha nodded, not daring to argue further and turned on her heel out of the examinations hall. “That wasn’t a very wise choice, shouting like that.” A wavy strand said, seeming to shake itself in disdain with every sway of its long, thin body. “I’m so gonna kill him the next time he speaks to me like that!” An angry little voice squeaked out. “I’ve a mad craving for some nice shampoo, preferably peach flavoured, anyone care to join me?” At this Elisha’s wavering patience snapped clean in half. “Whose fault do you think it is?” She snarled. She didn’t care if anyone who saw her thought she was mad or if she started yelling streams of curses again. Heck, she didn’t care if she got herself a 5 billion word essay at that point. The seething boil of frustration and maddening fury threatened to burst her apart at her seams. She imagined it as a vat of hot oil bubbling away for fourteen years all the while waiting for a chance to explode but never being able to. Except for now, she thought furiously. She would give anything to get rid of her hair; even going bald appeared attractive when compared to a lifetime of growing insanity. Cutting them off, shaving them, dying them, burning the ends and even soaking them in bleach and bubblegum didn’t work. Nothing worked against those hairy little devils growing out of her head and into her mind. As if hearing her thoughts, her hair started panicking. “I know you’re angry and upset Elisha-“ “You bet I am,” she growled back. “Please don’t drown us in brussels sprout juice again! I can’t live through another episode!” "Don’t remind me of the one with the rainbow dye!” “Oh god I hate that dye job, such an ugly colour on my pretty brown shade!” “I command you to stop this negative thinking, young lady!” She threw open the detention door room, hair waving in all directions wild as an electrocuted octopus’ tentacles. “WILL YOU STOP THAT RIGHT NOW? YOU’RE DRIVING ME MAD, NOT LIKE IT ISN”T MAD ENOUGH FOR ME TO TALK TO MY OWN HAIR FOR GOODNESS SAKE!” “You talk to your hair?” Someone asked from the back of the room. Elisha went stiller than the statues in Trafalgar Square. The first thing that caught her attention and shocked her was the bright bubblegum pink hair which curled and frizzed in a way resembling a flamingo on a bad feather-day. No one should ever be allowed to walk around with hair that violent and pink. She knew it was rude to stare so openly but couldn’t help herself the same way her little brother couldn’t help ‘forgetting’ to flush the toilet just so he could admire his work in it. Aside from the hair, the next thing she noticed was the clothes. Bubblegum Girl wore all seven colours of the rainbow in full Technicolor and had miles of plastic bracelets that jangled with every movement. Something about the girl seemed off to Elisha, and it wasn’t the outlandish clothing. Bubblegum Girl smiled at her slowly and a tingle shot through her arm and up the back of her neck. Yes, something was definitely off, she concluded. Bubblegum Girl stuck out her hand. “Hi, I’m Celyndia Catsnip, and you are?” Elisha wondered how she expected her to shake her hand from halfway across the room. Celyndia huffed and sprang out of her seat. “Ok, be rude if you want. I’m fine, thank you very much for not asking.” Finally flipping the switch back on in her brain, Elisha closed the door behind her and regarded Celyndia with curiosity. “Sorry, I’m Elisha. Elisha Driftwood.” Celyndia gave a smile equivalent to a cat after lapping up a bowl of Cream of Canary. “All forgiven and forgotten. Now what’s this about talking to your hair?” Her eyes gleamed with a predatory light. “I was just talking crap, don’t mind me.” She said. She didn’t trust Celyndia, not because she might think her mad, but more out of fear that someone would actually believe her. But wouldn’t it be a good thing? The thought rushed out before she could stop it. Elisha pondered for a minute, stumped. Here was the first time someone other than her family actually showed real interest in her situation and yet…the person was most likely mad. Disappointment started blooming in her chest. “That’s it, I can’t stand the pity party any longer, you girl, stand up for yourself, you should be proud of us,” one long brown hair said, sounding quite fed up. “I agree with Delia! You’re not crazy Elisha! If you are, then we are too!” A short springy strand exclaimed with conviction. “Hey, do you think you can try bright purple on me? I think it’ll look cool, like Cid’s!” This one Elisha recognized as one of the ‘punk-rockers’ of her head. “Really? You like my hair? Thanks! It’s rare that I get a compliment, mostly people just sniff at me and frown. I like the nickname too, although I go by ‘Celia’ more often you know.” Celyndia beamed. Elisha gaped at her, not bothering with discretion anymore. “Wait a minute. You. Can. Understand. My. Hair?” Celyndia shrugged, causing her many bracelets to tinkle their soft melody in unison. “I can understand it, why not? It’s not the most surprising thing once you get used to yelling at dead people to stop blocking the mailbox and pixies to stop appearing out of nowhere and start telling bad jokes.” She wrinkled her nose in distaste. “Really, really bad jokes. Trust me; you never want to be stuck in an elevator with a pixie.” Elisha would have run for the nurse and told them to lock up Celyndia in the mental ward if she didn’t have living hair that talked. Also, the matter-of-fact, dead serious look on the pink haired girl’s face didn’t look anywhere near a lie. But pixies? Seriously? Her hair seemed to feel the same way she did, for they began talking all at the same time again the next moment. “I told you so, pixies are real!” “Yeah yeah, and the Tooth Fairy is as real as the dodo bird is alive.” “Technically speaking, if what the girl with brightly coloured hair speaks is true-“ “Well duh! She can hear us! Man, if Darth Vader is real too that will be epic.” “Erm, doesn’t anyone feel the least bit hungry for some peach flavoured shampoo here? I feel an itch coming and I sure hope it isn’t headlice.” “QUIET!” Elisha shouted as loudly as she dared. Celyndia let out a low whistle. “Wow, must be tough, huh? Does all of your hair have names and are you the only one who can…you know?” She ended sheepishly. “Yeah they all name themselves but I can’t remember any of them. Other than my family, I don’t know anyone else who can talk to their hair. Do you?” Elisha asked hopefully. Celyndia shook her head, swinging bright pink everywhere. “Nah-uh. Nope. I think you’re the only lucky one. I’d love to talk to my hair but all they do is sit there. Except they don’t sit properly but all over the place.” “You think my hair is lucky?” Elisha stared, flabbergasted. “Not your hair. You. You can talk to them whenever you want to and you won’t ever be alone. They can give you advice and be your friends when you’re bored. They’re like, your little hairy armies or something.“ Celyndia said wistfully, then hurried on in a rush. “I didn’t mean your armpits are hairy of course. I meant the hair. On your head.” If she had any idea the amount of pain Elisha had to go through every day, she wouldn’t be saying that at all. Elisha let out a short bark of laughter. “You have no idea. Every morning I wake up to what – these guys complaining that I’m squashing them flat and they start demanding a shower with three hundred and fifty seven different kinds of shampoo and some start saying they want to be primped and combed and straightened and curled and god knows what they want! If this isn’t enough I have to endure them making their little…comments…wherever they go and I can’t escape from them cause they’re growing out of my head and do you have any idea HOW BAD THAT IS? I mean, I can’t even watch Project Runway in peace without one of them saying ‘Oh that female’s clothes look like a mummy designed them’ and ‘Look at that guy’s tattoos, I wish Elisha had one’ and ‘that model walks like a duck with its feet stuck in soda cans’ and-“ She paused, gasping and out of breath. “Yup, that pretty much sums up how much I hate my hair.” Celyndia and the hair on Elisha’s scalp were silent in the next few seconds. “So…do you want to get rid of them?” Celyndia asked out of the blue. Elisha felt her eyes pop out of their sockets. “You bet I would. I have tried everything and it doesn’t work. Not even threatening them with head lice worked.” “You’re forgetting one thing you haven’t tried.” Celyndia said with a mysterious smile spreading across her face. Elisha’s heart was beating a mile a minute. “What?” The smile grew wider. “Magic.” Her heart literally stopped beating. “But magic doesn’t exist.” “And neither do talking hair and pixies with bad knock-knock jokes,” Celyndia waved a rainbow manicured hand at her. “Welcome to the 21st Century babe.”
***Note: This is a short chapter draft of the crazy story of a girl with living talking hair that me and my friends came up with one boring afternoon whilst lounging around on plush red sofas at one of the corridors of a hotel. Everything is copyright and purely fiction, meanwhile I hope you have your laugh at this crazy piece of written junk and more will come up in due time. :) ***
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| In Which The Authoress Is Bored, Sleepy and Itchy |
[21 Jun 2010|04:17am] |
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Hi and welcome back to my LJ, it's been a long long while since I last updated anything here. Let's see...latest updates on my life - a dilemma on university and jobs and a case of the itchy scalp...Other than that, I'm back to being my old boring yet almost insane self as I type away with my brain cells shutting down along the way. Uh, I was asked to blog 'anything' so anything it shall be. Any discrepancies or insults found later shall not hold the authoress guilty for she is Too Tired and Out Of Whack and is Losing Her Common Sense.
I'm so bored I can talk to myself. Kind of like this:
Evangeline: Hi, nice to meet you.
Jaqueline: Nice to see ya too.
Linda: Good, good, we're all getting along nicely.
Evangeline: I'm bored.
Jaqueline: Me too, and I'm hungry.
Evangeline: You're always hungry.
Jaqueline: I know. I am you, remember?
Evangeline: Serious? *looks puzzled*
Jaqueline: *rolls eyes* Duh. Ask Linda.
Linda: Why am I the only sane one here?
Jaqueline: Hey, wouldn't insulting us be insulting yourself?
Linda: Is not.
Jaqueline: Is too.
Linda: Is not.
Jaqueline: Is too.
Evangeline: Oh forget it. The readers all think we're nuts anyway.
Linda: Yeah, you got that right...By the way, I'd kill for a butter and jam sandwich.
Jaqueline: Ooooh, I want mine with peanut butter and bacon.
Evangeline: What the hell....Is that monstrosity you speak of?
Jaqueline: I like it. *sticks out her tongue*
Evangeline: Childish dweeb.
Jaqueline: *gasps in shock*
Linda: Ok ok, this is freaking me out....let's not play the Three Blind Mice and do something fun...Something not as insane as talking to yourself through three different identities?
*Crickets chirp in the silence*
Linda: Sheesh, I feel like the only grown-up around here.
Evangeline: Little boys are spooky.
Jaqueline; AGREED.
Linda: Huh?
Evangeline: I was referring to a certain puke-worthy movie review, in which may I add, that it is 100% as grotesque as it sounds?
Jaqueline: I like Madagascar 2.
Linda: You've never even watched it yet.
Jaqueline: Oh yeah you bet I will. I'll be the first to watch it. I heard it's darn hilarious.
Linda: Oh really?
Jaqueline: Yeah. It has wild animals in it. And cannibals.
Evangeline: That is not my idea of 'funny'.
Jaqueline: *snorts* You wouldn't know funny if it hit you in the butt in a pink tutu dress.
Evangeline: Ha. Ha. Ha. Was that even supposed to be funny?
Linda: This is ridiculous. Why am I subjecting myself to this torture? I should just got o sleep on my nice soft bed.
Jaqueline: And leave us alone? You are so evil.
Evangeline: And boring.
Linda: *death glares at the two of them idiots*
Jaqueline: *turns to Evangeline and pointedly ignores Linda* So how did the bacon taste like?
Evangeline: I never tried it. You did.
Jaqueline: I did? *blinks in surprise*
Evangline: Uh, yeah, you savored it up like it was the King of all Chocolate Mint Cookies. It looked kind of gross you know.
Jaqueline: *pauses in mid-thought* I think it is just a little bit weird on the tongue. Let's not talk about food, ok? I'm starving.
Evangeline: Like one of those starving artists in Berlin?
Jaqueline: I'm gonna be famous one day and my painting will take over Mona Lisa in the Louvre Museum.
Linda: Look who's talking. *snickers* It would end up in a corner of a sidewalk.
Jaqueline: *stares at Linda haughtily and sniffs* What do you know anyway? All you do is laze around in bed like some giant overgrown cat.
Linda: Whatever.
Evangeline: I'm bored.
Jaqueline: Me too. What do we do now? Go watch a movie?
Evangeline: At this ungodly hour? Heavens no.
Linda: I suggest we head to the soft spot called 'bed'.
Evangeline; But I want to play. I'm not done entertaining myself.
Linda: You can do that later when you're asleep and dreaming of flying bacon bits.
Evangeline:*eyes gleam in awe* Really? You think so?
Jaqueline: She's being sarcastic, doofus. I want to get high on coffee or alcohol.
Linda: Coffee or what?!
Evangeline: Would that be Starbucks or the Coffee Bean?
Jaqueline: Neither. I want mine to be freshly ground animal droppings from the Luwak. You can find reference right here: http://www.lifeaftercoffee.com/2005/09/16/the-straight-poop-on-kopi-luwak-coffee/
Linda: Dear sweet father in heaven, what the krabby patty is that?
Evangeline: Some kind of flavored poop I bet.
Jaqueline: *flushes angrily* It is NOT flavored poop.
Evangeline: Then what is it? The Mythical Mysterious Brown Object From the Secret Hole of the Luwa Luwa?
Jaqueline:*looks downright disgusted* I want to puke.
Linda: I find this somewhat interesting in a gross kind of way.
Evangeline: Is it just me or do you think Jaqueline's kind of....you know, nutty?
Jaqueline: I HEARD THAT!
Linda: *ignores Jaqueline's cries of outrage* Hmm, yeah, absolutely.
Evangeline: Riiiiiight. Speaking of which, what can you think of that really screams crazy?
Linda: Oh I don't know, maybe talking to yourself as if you have a twin?
Evangeline: Impressive. I didn't know you knew i existed. I've been living in your head all along.
Linda: So that's where the unstable part of me comes from.
Evangeline: Nah. That's from Jaqueline.
Jaqueline: SHUT UP.
Evangeline: And such good manners as well.
Linda: I suggest you keep her happy if you don't want to risk violence.
Evangeline: I'll keep that in mind. Hey, you're not so bad after all.
Linda: *stares blankly at Evangeline* Talk to my hand.
Evangeline: What, what did I say?!
Linda: Nothing.
Jaqueline: PLEASE STOP IGNORING ME!!!!
Evangeline: This is why I fear for our sanity.
Linda: I agree completely.
Jaqueline: OK I admit defeat. Now please rescue me from this BOREDOM. It feels like a pillow the size of the great wall of china is between me and the realm of fun.
Linda: Do you even understand what you're talking about?
Evangeline: I think she's gone off her rocker. *waves a hand in front of a fuming Jaqueline* Yup, I'm right as always.
Linda: So...I'll have to pick one of you guys as my new name.
Evangeline: *places a hand over her heart in mock shock.* No you wouldn't.
Jaqueline: Oh oh! Pick me! Pick me! I want to be first!
Linda: Ummm....I'll have to think about it.
Evangeline: *looks annoyed* What, you thinking about some weird name again? Simon Felix Aislinn Junior the Third or some nerdy thing like that?
Linda: *shoots her an exasperated look* Give me a break.
Jaqueline: Helllooooooooooo, Bored and Sleepy right here.
Linda: Shoo, go away.
Jaqueline: *pouts*
Evangeline: Ok, so clearly, you're losing it and need some rest. You don't want your Momster to come nagging at you again tomorrow morning.
Linda: The Mons-I mean Momster? Yea I wouldn't. By the way, I realized that our creative juices have been dry for over a few months already. Aren't you worried?
Evangeline: The fact that you are able to type out this crazy bunch of crap is what makes me believe there's still hope for you yet. Now let's go sleep and say goodnight to your friend.
Linda: Oh ok.
Jaqueline: Oh good, finally I get some attention.
Evangeline: I wasn't talking about you, Jack.
Jaqueline: Did you just call me Jack?
Evangeline: Yeah, so?
Jaqueline: Well nothing, Eve.
Linda: Ok lights out everyone! Campfire's over!
Evangeline: I just had this awesome idea that you can use us to get your creative juices flowing.
Linda: *grins* That would be nice.
Jaqueline: I demand this thing where you close your eyes and lie down in bed called 'sleep'?
Linda: Night Evy.
Evangeline; Night Lin.
Jaqueline: Nights to you both too, you rude people.
Evangeline: Can someone please shut her up?
*Curtains close for Scene 1*
So.....that's all, it's now 4.11am in the morning and I should catch my beauty sleep while I still can. I'll be back later, much later or earlier I don't know, but don't worry, I bet this little chapter has scared the daylights out of you so much you'd think the authoress is mad and not read any more of her junk.
Haha, I was kidding. Well, partly. OK, good 'mornight' to all you people with that extra screw loose in your heads. May your dreams be flooded with the wild and crazy antics of the lovely Luwa Luwa mini-beast and its myserious coffee beans.
*ps. I bet that disgusted you so much your face is as wrinkled as a walnut. Stop it, it's not pretty. Now go to sleep and stop intruding on my LJ.
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Yep, I'm currently spending the last days I have of free time surfing the internet til I get sick of facebook, listening to music, entertaining myself...blah blah blah. Tomorrow I'm heading down to sign documents and next monday I'll be off to work, woots-can't wait. At least it can take my mind off the unnecessary anxiety and boredom that's brainwashing me.
I just wish I could catch that TT mouse in MH, -.- Hahahahaha! And its plushie too.
I still haven't been able to get on with my story plot, am facing writer's block again. Hmph. I've got to get it in me to stop using the internet and do something productive. Like watering the plants. Or eating.
I can't believe I'm actually missing school. Not its projects and exams, and I sure don't want to go back next semester, but just the environment and food there, and some of the memories, heh.
So much for my movie marathon and lists of things to do in the 'holidays', now in the end I'm stuck working and wasting myself away at home. All that for money, I know. next time I'm gonna get a part time job so I can rest a bit at home, then move into a full time one if I'm still free.
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| Unis and messed up brain cells |
[09 Mar 2010|10:46pm] |
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So. It's that hectic month of march and I'm almost brain dead. This is due to numerous reasons, not surprisingly for some. I have been:
1)Crazy over whether I will be retained for my GSC/Java modules. CRAZY with a CAPITAL C. So far I've shown many signs of insanity, such as rambling to myself, moodswings, head banging on the wall, pulling at my hair, silently shrieking in frustration, and that constant FEAR is NOTHING unfamiliar to me. In fact, FEAR has been riding behind me with a leather whip chasing my butt all over the place. It is constantly there til I even thought I was seeing things when I felt something behind me in the middle of the night and that there is something out to grab my legs everytime I hoist them up my double decker bed. It has been, in one word, CRACKED-UP-CRAZY.
*Sighs* Not to mention a certain CLASSMATE of mine playing those CRUEL pranks on poor little old me. >:C I almost died when I thought I was going to get retained or was not going to rush my darned potty portfolio in time.
2)Going MAD over what university to apply and what not to apply...
Yes yes yes I know that NTU and NUS may not want me but it's worth a bit of faith and trying...As for my backup plan, it is utter and completely epic FAIL. Because I don't really want to study social sciences in SMU, sure it's interesting to me, but it ranks no.3/4 on on my list after design and writing and journalism. Oh crap, I SHOULD HAVE PUT COMMUNICATIONS IN 3RD CHOICE IN NTU, NOT PSYCHOLOGY.
Whatever. =.=# Ok, back to the topic at hand. If NUS and NTU decide I'm not good enough for them, I'll either be...what - SIM, MDIS, private unis for me?? Work??? BUT the problem is, for SIM I need to be 21 years and above, yes, now I may not be good enough, I'm not even OLD ENOUGH. -.-
Hahahaha. And...MDIS and SIM are expensive to apply to. NO WAY am I going to spend over $100 rushing things. I don't even know WHAT I WANT.
Ok, maybe I do. I want to be a fabulous author, I want to be a graphic designer, I want to be a digital paint artist and one day work in those big animation/movie companies like DreamWorks or whatever. So call me naive and stupid, I don't care. This is just an example.
I know I want to do either design/writing or at the least journalism/advertising/editing...
And those SIM and MDIS courses? The only ones I can apply to are for example this course where I have to pay over $20K for a ONE YEAR DEGREE. Yes, one year, isn't that great? It's so good it may be fake or not worthwhile since all over courses I've seen offer THREE YEARS of studying the SAME THING.
And, I just realized I was searching for ice cream in a butcher shop. I mean, I was searching in the wrong place. IF I were looking for a DESIGN course, shouldn't I be looking at something like NAFA/ Laselle (no matter what others say that its for those who can't go to other unis)/ Raffles Design Institute???
And if I were looking at some journalism course or whatever, I can safely find it in SIM and MDIS, NEXT YEAR. As for english literature, I'm not sure yet but I do know that these few choices are ABOVE psychology, sociology and business management for me.
3)My heart has been pumping blood out of my body and draining out of my face and brain all because of one other reason. IF I am retained, I will not be able to work, and if I am not able to work, I have to pay my agency a full $800. EIGHT HUNDRED BUCKS. I am no tai-tai or Bill's/Steve's daughter. I don't even know if they have a daughter. Or if they are married.
What am I talking about-oh gosh. -.- See what I mean about insanity? When I start spouting nonsense about Bill Gates and Steve Jobbs and their family and marital matters.
Graawwwwwwwwwrrrrrrrr. I need to chill and get a grip. But it feels good typing all of this out. Helps me keep a level head too. If my head is still on my shoulders, that is.
God, please help me not to be retained and not to worry or doubt or....It's just so hard to believe or have faith sometimes. Not that I'm going to stop trying, but I really, seriously need a miracle.
Crap, all of us need a miracle. Make that two or three.
My desktop is still currently a mess because I have not been in the mood to do any spring cleaning. I can't believe I'm saying this but I'm almost looking forward to my job on monday. It will serve as a form of escape from all this wasteful thinking. I am such a worrywart. A sarcastic pessimist trying to be optimistic and a cynical moron who has slight sadistic/ hypocritical/ masochistic tendencies to laugh at herself whenever she goes delusional. Again, I wish I will be satisfied with just being alive. But alas, the human race is ever so fickle and full of gluttony. As am I.
Why am I speaking like Shakespeare gone wrong?
I'm losing it aren't I?
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Roughly around one month and a bit more to go...And here's to wishing all will be well, if not, I'll make it so. I', still not even 10% done for my portfolio, wonder how on earth am I going to do so but I guess I will have to no matter what. I'm kind of on the verge of falling sick and some others have. I've still got a ton of projects on my back wielding a horrible whip. My fingers hurt from being bitten to shreds these days and I've been complaining nonstop over everything. Heh. I guess the strength to go on you just have to come up with in yourself, if not, you can get it from others...Life is sometimes full of shit and you have to be like Hyflux and turn it into Newater...-.-. That is the most lamest and stupidest things I've ever said, but ah well...Who cares. Haha. I'm gonna be thankful for the things I do have and stop being so complacent.
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I'm going mad. This year is a bad start with all these unis/projects crap. I seriously wouldn't mind if 2012 were real. Would make us treasure life more and not those stupid exams/studying. It's as if life's meaning and the simple joys are dead and gone. I can't see anything to look forward to after poly, I shouldn't get stressed there's no reason, I'm just Pmsing for now. But I keep having this sick feeling breathing down my neck I can't sleep at night because of that. Why can't I be born a cat or pigeon or a plant? It will be so much cooler lazing around with no one yelling at me to wake up after 12pm, and I can be part of some Jelapang clan cat or whatever crap. Even pigeons are happy when all they do is go 'coo-coo' and shit all over people's taxis and cars. I bet they're secretly enjoying and laughing at these meager humans. Trees are awesome, you can just stand there and not move and not move and not move and people will bang into you and you can just stand there and laugh at them silently. Ahahahahah. I really think I'm losing my mind. But seriously, if you ask me what I want now the most, I want to be a TREE.
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| List of Shit I have to do in december |
[10 Dec 2009|03:25pm] |
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1)Internet marketing written assignment? I forgot when it's due.
2)Infosect written assignment.
3)Java quiz next monday that I haven't studied. I knew it, all teachers are sadists.
4)My potty portfolio that is screaming at me and shredding the insides of my mind to tatters.
5)List my coat for sale.
6)Other coding projects/java projects. Yes, that is an 's' you see, as in projects, not project.
I kind of regret wanting to work, now what? I've a dental appointment, doctor's appointment too. I am so dead since I have clearly bitten off more than I can chew. Great. Just awesome. Someone hand me a duplicating machine or trap me in Mousehunt already.
I haven't been sleeping well recently, it is only a matter of time before my end approaches if I keep up this kind of lifestyle, haha. Ha. -.-"
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[27 Nov 2009|11:20pm] |
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Went to eat at Ishimura Japanese Food Street today with my mum, siblings and May. The teriyaki chicken and salmon pizzas, beef patty okonomiyaki omelette were damn nice, the ramen was so-so but my sis liked it. Had green tea ice cream which rocked just as great. Hah. This makes me want to go Japan for the food there. *drools*
I'm so tired and my butt hurts from all the sitting down today. -.-" So are my poor old shoulders, I don't know what I did to make them that way. I've a looooong list of crap I've got to finish by the end of this december.
Things I Have To Do By The End Of December:
1)PORTFOLIO!!!!!
2)Research what I want to do as my career/uni course.
3)Prepare bag pack trip plans and try to drag people to go with me.
4)Earn $$$ during the holidays (that is if projects aren't killing me first).
5)Eat less and save $$$ on food and go get my butt off the chair/sofa/bed and go exercise.
6)Start and publish my stories online, or least write a short story for my brother's birthday/xmas present.
7)Cut down on my biting of fingernails and my lazy bum habits/procrastination/how I always never get organized and even if I do it always backfires.
Yes, these are what I must do. If I don't manage to do this I will fail myself as SH and not deserve to be called by that name. It's a simple thing really.
But for me it's always quite a tough thing to do. I don't get how i can enjoy making lists so much and hate doing the things on it. -.-" So retarded, ahah. I keep thinking I've got a lot of thinking to do...Recently all I want to do is lie in my bed on a rainy day/night and just stare up at my ceiling on my double-decker bed and think. Rainy days are awesome for sleeping in. Too bad for the dreaded thing called school as we all know and 'love'.
I have a feeling I will miss it when i do graduate though...It's kind of sad yet exciting at the same time. I wish we never have to grow up.
Or I can just go be a farmer in New Zealand and live a good old carefree life without worrying about what's next in my career/life/crap. I envy my parents childhood lives so much, they keep saying we have it best cuz' of all the technology and good food and yak about how they didn't even have TV or handphones in the past and the times they had chicken for dinner was once a year. I'd much rather live on home-grown plants and live in the countryside then go work myself to death and study to death then die when I grow old.
I sound like some old lady mumbling about her incomplete life and complaining about how her back aches. -.-"
I'm bored. I feel like doing something crazy but I feel like I can't be bothered. Hahaha. I've got a crappy test next week, five chapters of junk.
Also another project nagging at my heels and my portfolio screaming at me from inside my sketchbook. I am worse than dead if this continues.
This has become yet another one of my long rambling posts. Oh well...There may be another one on christmas or before it yet.
Merry Christmas to all the bored people who have bothered to read this.
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[30 Oct 2009|08:26pm] |
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Confusion confusion confusion. It's this huge ugly knot in your mind and in the pit of your stomach and no matter how much you try to wrench it apart it just gets tighter. And if that's not bad enough it starts doing that weird jerky dance on its own and makes you near mental. Wait, no-that's frustration. Or should I say a whole new level of confusion. Confusion in a horrific halloween costume.
Argh. I am so confused/frustrated/whatnot. I can't decide between this and that. Or maybe I'm just indecisive to the point of no return?
So far...I'm going to be graduating soon next year and I still have no confirmed idea of what I'm going to do.
Here's a nice list of interests:
Undergraduate Bachelor Degree courses I'm interested in:
creative industries/arts
communications
graphic design
visual communications
product design
english literature
creative writing
writing
digital media design??
journalism??
interactive media
marketing,advertising,public relations
media studies???
Nice. Real nice. In fact, you might say I am on the right track and a few more eliminations to go...Voila~I get my dream course.
Bah. That is such bull. I am more confused over what I want. Sure, I'm torn between design and writing and maybe even advertising, but seriously. If I get into design now I'm not even sure if as a job I'd really enjoy it or if I'm just looking at it as a hobby. Writing is fine but what kind of writing? As for business...shall I say I have this shitty feeling I'm forcing myself down the IT/biz line just because I can get a 'decent' job easier?
Ok, reality counts in this case, but even so...I don't want to do a job just for the sake of it or do a job while feeling like I want to turn in a resignation letter asap. That stinks.
This is really, really irritating me to no end. Why must we even have jobs? Why can't I be a farmer or something? Why must we work our butts off for electricity and macdonalds or broadband or the latest iPhone blablabla... Why can't we be like those happy, rural farmers in new Zealand or Thailand or whatever??? ... ... Why can't I be born a boy instead so I'll have to go to NS and not be hard-pushed to make a decision that can affect my life/future career?
I want to tear my hair and heart out and feed it to the dogs.
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10 facts about me now:
1) I am tired. I slept at 3am last night. After watching Harper's Island ep13 last night til 12am, I had no sleep at all since the rather predictable but strangely still disturbingly traumatizing ending.
2) I am Bored with a capital B.
3) I have a craving for coffee. And chocolate.
4) I feel kinda funny. Wierdly high but also sorta apathetic?
5) I am stuck in my school lab with nothing to do. For now.
6) I want to go home.
7) I want to sleep.
8) I want to go home and sleep my butt off right now.
9) Anyone who dares disturb my sleepfest later on shall suffer my wrath. Hell hath no wrath like a sleeper scorned.
10) I have no idea why I'm kneeling on the floor typing this while my chair is at the other side of the room. -.-"
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| About Realizations and Cheese... |
[26 Jun 2009|09:15am] |
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I went to AMK Hub yesterday to catch a movie with Eliz. My Blood the Last Vampire movie was sadly not listed there at Cathay so we decided to watch Threads of Destiny. Threads of Disappointment more like. -.-" It was no doubt one of the lamest movies I have ever seen in my life.
After smuggling a big pack of fudge oatmeal cookies into the theatre, I didn't know I'd lose my appetite to cheesecake. There was a load of cheesecake during the movie. Yeah, that's what I said- the movie was so cheesy it practically stank of cheese.
Man. While the plot was rather much like the Singaporean movie Leap of Faith-regarding birthdays on 29th February and star crossed lovers, it is full of cliches.
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Cliche#1:
The 'childhood crush turned love" issue. How much does this happen in reality? Answer:Next to zero. Kids nowadays only care about their gameboys/psps/grades/favourite tv shows/computer games. Oyea, and the new Transformers movie2.
Cliche#2:
Not even 15mins+ into the show, the main lead(Atsushi) confesses to the female lead(Mei). The stuff he says is full of cheese as well.
Cliche#3:
The glasses-girl/quiet bishoujo(pretty girl) thing appears too much in manga and anime.Said girl's name is Sara and she likes the other guy (Taka) who is in love with Mei. And by the way? She committed suicide when she found out Mei lied to her about being alone shopping when she was with Taka. -.-" No, she didn't die but she did lose her memory. And...don't people who jump off a 20-something-level looking building die? She must been a cat in her past life to have 9 lives like that.
Cliche#4:
When the above mentioned girl decides to take her own life-wouldn't you be shouting and wailing for her not to instead of staring open mouthed as she she talks about the very cliched misunderstanding? Correction, the female lead Mei just stands there like a statue as her friend flies off the building. Maybe she's too stunned or doesn't think her friend would do it, but attempted suicide(and succeeded suicide) should have gauged a bigger reaction.
Cliche#5:
The secondary male lead Taka turns out to be an abusive/possessive jerk after Atsushi (male lead) is gone away because apparently Mei's mum came and told him "Why You Cannot Be With The Girl". But that's not the problem, the glitch is, just when taka turns over a new leaf? He gets hit by a car and dies on the spot.
Cliche#6:
The two leads didn't get together at the end-why? Because the girl's mum told her she can't go out with the guy because his mother caused the death of her REAL birth mother. Yup, she was adopted and nope, they aren't siblings or related. He just happened to be the son of a woman who was addicted to drugs and was best friends with her own real birth mother and caused her mum's death.
Please. That was all in the past. The male lead has no backbone whatsoever and the female lead is constantly put through trauma just so the viewers can sympathize with her. -_-"
Ah well, a waste of my 1hr 40 mins and $6. I could have spent them on a REAL slice of delicious cheesecake at Gloria Jeans,haha.
That's all about the movie, as for today, I managed to get my Caffe Latte at GJ's before lessons started in school this morning. And Michael Jackson died. :(
H1N1 is taking over the world alongside Google, Apple and Microsoft, but I'm still not panicking over it, but I do feel bad for Mexico because there it really is the worst. Outside of Mexico? Tons of people getting colds/H1N1 but most are healing rather fast. My school being completely retarded and letting all the students except us attachment year3 students have a 1week "holiday" due to H1N1. And they came up with this moronic rule that students from one side of the school can't travel to the other side for fear of spreading the virus. -.-"
Also, if we are suspected to have H1N1, we are to be isolated in a small warehouse-room-thing until the ambulance comes to take us to TTSH. =.=" Makes me feel like there's this strain of zombie flu that turns students into mindless flesh eating monsters.
There are 95 new H1N1 cases, if they really want to lower that-why not close ALL schools instead of just a select few? That kinda defeats the entire purpose, don't you think?
So, for now, I'll be stuck outside the house while the warehouse isolation room is directly outside the building I'm in. What cleverness, I applaud the smarties for being to ingenious.
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[20 Jun 2009|12:32am] |
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Ok, here comes the question: How would you feel if you realized that some of your friends know each other? As in you travel in the different social circles and then-hey presto!- you look at them and go "What?! I didn't know you know him/her!"
Wierd much? Ha. The strange thing is it makes me feel kind of wierded out.
Out of phase. In shock. And completely flabbergasted. Also a little sad???
The thing is it makes me realize how much (or how little) of a social life I have, :D <<--(Note my sarcastic smile, *grins*)
This is stupid. I'm being stupid I know. =.=""" But seriously, when you take a step back from your life and see it from a Bird's Eye View kind of perspective- it shifts things into focus a bit. You realize things you never will on any other day. Heh.
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[09 Jun 2009|02:57pm] |
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I've got an achy right arm and a bored mind. That's right, bored bored bored. Say it with me: Bored bored bored. Ok, so I'm not exactly having nothing to do but the sloooooooooow snail like speed of the internet here is really sickening. Hmmm, I just realized I do sort of only use three or less fingers to type. Blah.
Lin went to watch Dance Subaru with Eliz yesterday, was a nice but sad movie. Lin says she likes it a ton and thinks Subaru-chan is seriously cool to watch. Lin has not finished her purple yam 'bao/pao' yet and is trying to 'reheat' it with the heat pouring out from the left side of her laptop. And no, Lin confirms that her laptop is NOT going to explode. The heat is a normal process for blowing the hot air out so the laptop won't overheat and die. Although Lin's laptop has almost died on her a few times and scared the crap out of her.
Ughhh. I won't bother to refer to myself in 3rd person anymore-it's not so fun once you get bored of it.
I kinda miss my terrapins at home-Shaggy and Marshy, :C
Seeing Leen's Ah Gui makes me sad and my eyes turn green with jealousy. Hahaha. Kidding. I will attempt to make good with Shaggy and not get my fingers scratched off. Marshy is a poor timid character than Shaggy's curious but bold ways. I'm still trying to figure out which is male and which is female but oh well-I suppose Shaggy is the male since on google it says male terrapins have fatter tails and higher shells and have longer front claws all the better to tear out your eyeballs with. -_-"
Crap. Now my shoulder is hurting. It feels good typing away with my three fingers though. Ha, I sound like E.T. =___="
I miss playing the piano but I've got no time to play and at night it's impossible because my siblings want to watch TV and my dear sweet brother won't put up with ANY form of noise other than the TV in front of him glued to his face.
Brrrrrr...It's cold in here and my fingers are getting numb. My bao/pao is warming up. Good.
Recently I have finished my attachment and it went well except for the grading-in which I'm one grade away from an A but my supervisor didn't give me that. -___-
That was a few weeks ago and anyway, now I've just finished one flash project and am starting on another soon. Let me tell you one thing: I'm starting to feel a whole new level of empathy and respect towards those animation/3D movie brainiacs/tycoons...
It's a new ball game to me which I'm trying to control. They have done it again and gave us 4days to learn flash before throwing us into the deep end of the sea to deliver a self intro project. Fortunately that went ok.
At the moment it's another new flash project. Just ... ... flashy.
Don't get me wrong-flash is fun and all. However, when given a short timeframe to master it that pretty much sucks the fun out of anything. Unless you're one of those smarties who enjoy munching on tea with java books and a java chip drink from Starbucks.
Maaaan, it's 2:40pm now.
Rooooooaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrr.
Which reminds me...I went with my siblings to the Science Centre last saturday to see the masterpieces and wonders of Da Vinci- the Genius. Not the Da Vinci Code(that's my most hated book ever to walk the earth), but THE Leonardo Da Vinci-Artist extraodinaire and famous scientist/inventor/insertsomethingawesomehere.
Italian names are so cool-they sound like part of the mafia,ahahaha. Ahem.
As I was saying, the Da Vinci exhibition was Wickedly Cool in a scientific/philosopher/quiet way...Well, it's a bit boring if you're not the reading type and prefer more rowdy fun and games. It's cool in a way that it has a quiet, captivating aura and does invoke thoughts in your underused brains. (Nope, I'm not being sarcastic here.)
All in all, Leonardo Da Vinci is your Man. I learnt some stuff I never knew about the guy who painted Mona Lisa.
Did you know that the Mona Lisa is unfinished in the eyes of Da Vinci?
Or that he was arch rivals with Michelangelo? (is that the correct spelling of his name? Micheangelo..Michelangelo...-.-" forget it, I'm too lazy to google and the internet is too slow)
Or that the Mona Lisa you see in the Louvre Museum in Paris is not in its True magnificent colours? The colours have faded and worn out from Mona Lisa to "Moana Lisa".
So, yea, it was an educating trip alright. There was something wierd with one of Da Vinci's quotes I can't get out of my mind: 'Art is never finished, it is always abandoned'. I don't know-Da Vinci was a perfectionist but still...is this true? Hahaha.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. I've talked about everything from MOVIES to TORTOISES to SOFTWARE to ANCIENT HISTORY and ART EXHIBITIONS.
It's 2:55pm now. I'm going mad.
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Oh.My.Gosh.
I just watched finished ep22 of Code Geass on okto channel just now.
Snap, that was like watching a Shakespearean tragic massacre of sorts. x.O
It was so...Unexpected and so darn sad I wanted to cry/scream/whatever...I may be afraid to watch the next ep. T__T
The weird thing is-I actually hated, really really hated Code Geass at first. No more than 15mins into the show and all I had seen was some male perfect Mary-Sue defeating someone in chess as easy as a fat kid cramming pie in his mouth. That, and the way they portrayed the britannians and japanese so stereotypically-at least that was what I thought at first.
WAAAAAAAAAh. I should have watched the entire episode1 before jumping to conclusions!!!!!!!!
And I only picked up watching only at around halfway through Season1 too... Because I had to HAVE something to watch while I waited for Toradora at 11:30pm. =.="
Awwwwwww crap, I feel so creeped out. Plus, I already know that Lelouch is gonna die in the last ep of R2, which is the worst spoiler ever.
I'm curious to see if I would shed as many tears watching from ep1 all the way to ep22 like I did for Nabari no Ou.
And I'm a real procrastinate for not finishing Nabari too.
I think I'm going to be haunted by the last few scenes for quite a while...I can't bring myself to go watch it online because he images are imprinted in my mind like rotten gum.
Of course, if they didn't make that happen the whole series couldn't have gone on... But a bloodbath? With Euphy of all people!
And just when I was starting to really like her. :C That's just sad. Worse than sad is when Lelouch cried at the end. That made me scream, literally.
Uwaaaaah....... Talk about angst, angst and more angst. I think I'm turning into a hardcore Code Geass fan soon.
The only things I have to do are to FINISH watching Darker Than Black & Nabari no Ou as well.
Double bummer of the week? I read Tantalize yesterday and it was another sad, tragic/bittersweet ending.
=____=" The difference is that Code Geass ep22 didn't have any bittersweet feeling to it at all.
All in all, it was just pure tragicness. Like Macbeth/Hamlet, where William killed off almost all his characters.
I can see why Lelouch will have to die in R2. :'''C
Man.
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