Sunday, September 30, 2007
MID-SEMS!
music: supreme by robbie williamsis there a tumour in your humour?
and here goes superhero fx getting all geared up to KICK SOME SERIOUS ASS for her mid-terms!
and after that, after that!
freedo--
oh. there'll be finals.
nevermind!
optimism rules. :D
impulses.
music: hoppipolla by sigur rosokay right now i really want to run through the streets of my neighbourhood belting out a tune from any random song that comes to my mind. just me running around like a maniac going something like, "I BELIEVE I CAN FLYYY I BELIEVE I CAN TOUCH THE SKYYYY!"
hahahaha.
i want ice cream! yeah, right now, at 12.30am in the morning, with two chapters of psych left to study, i am longing to hear the sound of the ice cream man's bell just so i can run out with a dollar and get some ice cream. i have decided to forget about psych till tomorrow.
wait, it is tomorrow already. (i kept thinking today was sunday so i was freaking out for a moment about psych mid sems tomorrow. man, i should tattoo a calendar on myself or something.)
i want to light gazillions of candles and just bask in the glow of the candlelight and play with wax!
i want to watch the sun rise!
i want to be so crazily random without having to care about what the rest of the world thinks.
okay i'm too energetic to go to sleep now but i know i need to cause i really need to study tomorrow.
ahhhhhhhhhh. i'm high on nothing!
or maybe in some strange, twisted way, studying makes me high.
oh dear.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
reminder to self.
music: if you're gone by matchbox twentymy obs instructor, selamat (affectionately called sally by all livingstone members of 410) read us this short passage before we parted ways after five days of battling sandflies, hours kayaking, lousy map reading and experimental cooking (ahem). here goes:
"dream what you want to dream,
go where you want to go.
be what you want to be,
because you only have one life and one chance
to do all the things you want to do.
may you have enough happiness to make you sweet,
enough trials to make you strong,
enough sorrow to make you human,
and enough hope to make you happy."
it doesn't matter that it's been two years and more since obs, but this passage is still strongly imprinted in my memory. which says alot, for those who know how lousy my memory tends to be.
tomorrow's friday! (yay, i got this right.)
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
music: electric gypsy by andy timmons (AGAIN!)
okay, i'm still hooked on that song. (:
time for a serious reality check.
something today made me realise that, and it got me thinking.
ah well, maybe it is time.
COME ON BUFFALOS, COME ON!
UB lost in the finals against UOL but our spirit was so amazing i think that's enough. (:that's alright, we've always got next year!
watching matches like that always make me miss playing competitively. the teamwork, the spirit, the chemistry, the knowledge that you have your teammates no matter what and you guys are in this together. the experience is so gratifying it's something you have to go through to understand.
alright rgbball batch 06 let's go kick some serious bball arse after your promos and my mid terms!
i hate ugc. hate hate hate. rahh. everytime i finish one chapter and i think back, trying to to recall what i studied about say, the harappan civilisation my mind comes up with nearly nothing. which sucks big time! hrmph.
okay, study.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
part one: life.
emily dickinsonXI
MUCH madness is divinest sense
To a discerning eye;
Much sense the starkest madness.
’T is the majority
In this, as all, prevails.
Assent, and you are sane;
Demur,—you ’re straightway dangerous,
And handled with a chain.
snippets.
whilst chatting on msn last night:me: oh! i bumped into ngiam today!
tzung: bumped? which hospital are you at now?
Saturday, September 22, 2007
it's time to leave your burdens in a pile, set a bonfire.
music: electric gypsy by andy timmonsmuch thanks to tzung for sending that song to me cause i'm totally enjoying it. :D
went to the esplanade library to return my longgg overdue book today and bumped into ngiam who was mugging there. having not seen each other for awhile, we caught up a little and ngiam was nice enough to accompany me to go to the yellow ribbon community art exhibition at the arts house. despite a false start (my bad), we got there eventually. and it was definitely worth a visit.
actually went by a wayang performance in esplanade that was in lieu with the mid-autumn festival celebrations and there was these two grandparents that were so happy to see it they asked to take a photo there with the performance in the background whilst holding their granddaughter in their arms.
what came out was a perfect picture depicting the generation gap, with the grinning grandparents holding the pouting little granddaughter covering her ears (she couldn't stand the wayang music) with the two wayang performers in the background.
man i wish i had a camera then.
had a long talk with mommy over dinner. and that's always good. really should spend more time with her.
and all in the name of randomness, i shall insert a random pretty photo just for the sake of making myself happy everytime i see my blog.
taken in australia, great ocean road, at the twelve apostles.
beautiful sunset, huh.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
before sunrise.
music: who knew by pinkjust finished watching before sunrise. it was a different experience. i liked the romance, passionate but not overpowering. strangely realistic, yet in so many ways unrealistic.
okay, nonsense.
loved the poem that the poet in the movie wrote:
"Don’t you know me, don’t you know me by now?"
Daydream delusion, limousine eyelash
Oh baby with your pretty face
Drop a tear in my wineglass
Look at those big eyes
See what you mean to me
Sweet-cakes and milkshakes
I'm a delusion angel
I'm a fantasy parade
I want you to know what I think
Don't want you to guess anymore
You have no idea where I came from
We have no idea where we're going
Lodged in life
Like branches in a river
Flowing downstream
Caught in the current
I carry you
You'll carry me
That's how it could be
Don't you know me?
Don't you know me by now?
Monday, September 17, 2007
x marks the spot!
music: hands by jewelwalking to clementi to catch the mrt yesterday, i went by this anxious father who was somewhat guarding his son who was very in need of unloading. standing by the bushes (which did not serve to block the little boy's bare buttocks from view), the father pointed at the pile of newspaper he had placed on the ground for his son to unload on (ha. like a dog!) and said:
"remember boy, x marks the spot!"
Sunday, September 16, 2007
those clouds are mine!
music: when i look into your eyes by firehouseguess what i found whilst clearing the documents in the computer.
dug these photos out along with loads of random others.
if anyone ever saw what sianying used to do with that poor polar bear, she'd probably be in alot of trouble with some animal rights activist group. but seeing that it's merely a figurine she'd probably be spared. ha. and the "unsex me here" sign is cut off! did we ever manage to get a shot of that!
and this one. okay. two bucks for anyone that can guess what we were doing then. but only for those that were not from 410. if not that'd be easy money!study study study!
i am so tempted to sit in front of the television the whole afternoon because it is CSI Sunday on AXN.
noooo.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
WHYYY D'YOU ALWAYS KICK ME WHEN I'M HIGHHH.
music: i'm alright by neil zazaa phone call does wonders. i am echoing someone but i don't know who it was who mentioned that once on their blog. talking to sianying has calmed me (kinda) and now i just have to go work on the blasted essay.
somehow i keep feeling that i'm not as grounded this semester as compared to the last. that, i really need to work on because i can't afford to let myself trip and fall. not now.
i think i'll go for an art exhibit tomorrow. take a break and then whip myself into shape!
Monday, September 10, 2007
a blade of grass.
by brian pattenyou ask for a poem.
i offer you a blade of grass.
you say it is not good enough.
you ask for a poem.
i say this blade of grass will do.
it has dressed itself in frost,
it is more immediate
than any image of my making.
you say it is not a poem.
it is a blade of grass and grass
is not quite enough.
i offer you a blade of grass.
you are indignant.
you say it is too easy to offer grass.
it is absurd.
anyone can offer a blade of grass.
you ask for a poem.
and so i write you a tragedy about
how a blade of grass
becomes more and more difficult to offer,
and about how as you grow older
a blade of grass
becomes more difficult to accept.
Sunday, September 09, 2007
on his face is the map of the world.
music: two beds and a coffee machine by savage gardenfinished reading norwegian wood by haruki murakami. no thoughts as yet, i'm still thinking.
met up with the primary school basketball bunch today and oiled my very rusty joints. as usual, catching up was good, lots of laughter and fun. other than the fact that my face is absolutely burnt (no naz, it's not a baking accident), i'm good.
went to watch yinling's play the other day, and one of the plays quoted charlotte zolotow's work, people.
some people talk and talk
and never say a thing.
some people look at you
and birds begin to sing.
song people laugh and laugh
and yet you want to cry.
some people touch your hand
and birds begin to fly.
i remember this poem because it's the last of all the poems in my sec three lit text, poems deep and dangerous. and i remember liking it for its simplicity and how it reflected what most of us feel.
okay, i really need to get my lazy bum down to doing work. like seriously seriously seriously. go fangxun go fangxun go fangxun!!!
ahh i still haven't felt the impact of the previous statement, but for now i shall pretend i did and go find an article for macro.
Saturday, September 08, 2007
everything you say sounds louder when your ear is blocked.
music: one by one by the callingtoday is saturday and i've officially been unwell for a week. i'm okay now just that i have a wonky throat along with a very blocked left ear. to which i must mention that the latter has been such a bother, making me croak a response of "huh?!" in my not so sexy voice to almost everyone that speaks to me from a distance of more than a metre away.
if anyone asks, i'll just say i'm practicing for old age.
it's like a stupid recurring trend that i fall majorly sick once every year. pfft. it's quite annoying, really. cause there's no way of stopping it, it just comes and wham, bam, you're down, lying in bed with a stuffed toy (now i kinda understand why my mom insists vehemently that my stuffed toys are absolutely germ-filled) and the blanket wrapped all the way up to your neck, feeling all rotten and stuffed up.
some thoughts:
why are we usually more inclined to donating to a beggar sitting by the side of the walkway, doing nothing, as opposed to one that is selling tissue/something and actually trying to make a living?
looking through my photos, there're always those strangers just passing by in the background that are snapped into the photo as well. makes me wonder how many photos i've been unintentionally snapped in.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
pon and zi!
the last one is by far my favourite. and as you can see, pon and zi are my latest obsession.