It's strange to read something you had written so many years ago.
Anyway, my order of "Mazarin" has finally arrived! Oh, the goodness of 17th century music! I'll upload a really nice piece on my blog soon. It just sounds so medieval, you know?
"Mazarin" was initially delayed because Amazon.com ran out of stock, but it arrived soon after I managed to restrain myself from hitting my supervisor. Ha, ha. I can't tell you how happy I felt that it was finally here! I was having withdrawel symptoms due to not having new Philippe Jaroussky music to listen to.
I've grown quite fond of lute and banjo music, too. Been borrowing some lute music from the library @ Esplanade, written by John Dowland and some other guy. Apparently, John Dowland was this brilliant lutenist of the 17th century, I think. I like some of his happier pieces, but the lute looks too difficult for me to play. Have you seen the number of strings on that thing?! I can't even play the guitar! Sure, plucking a few strings is no problem, but actually having to learn chords and stuff, no thanks. My fingers hurt like hell the last time I tried.
Banjo is even worse, because a lot of the music is very complicated, and played very fast. It has the basic melody line, and then it has a lot of other notes piled on top, but it sounds fun to play.
If I can find a banjo at a low price at Sungei Road sometime, maybe I'll get one. They're selling a banjo at Bugis for more than $300!
I have invested in a little off-white ukelele. It was supposed to be $30+, but I got a 20% discount, so I got it at $25. It's a cute little thing that's much smaller than a guitar, developed in Hawaii in the 19th century.
I was slowly plucking strings on my sister's guitar several weeks ago, and I realised that the sound has a calming effect on me. I usually have problems getting to sleep, so maybe if I got a smaller, less bulky version of a guitar, it could help me sleep, or give me something to do if I really can't get to sleep. Then, I remembered that I wanted to buy a ukelele in Hawaii in 2005, but didn't because it would have been a hassle bringing it back, so I decided a week ago that I would get one. It's about the same price when converted, so I'm not upset about the $25.
Learning a string instrument at my own pace would help me in my hearing and tuning for singing, and it's also calming and fun when my fingers don't have those painful string grooves in them. So now, I have my very own ukelele!
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Wednesday, March 11th 2009
Hey guys!
Am feeling much better today, been sleeping a lot. Yesterday, after I came home from the polyclinic, I took a shower, took my medicine and applied the lotion to my rash, and then went to bed from 10am to 5pm. Got up, watched some TV, washed my dreadlocks, had dinner, showered and washed up, took medicine, applied lotion, read, and then went to bed around 10.30pm, slept till 11.30am this morning.
I feel better, but I don't look much better. I have very, very bad eyebags due to not being able to sleep that night, and then sleeping too much after. There are still red patches all over, but it feels so much better now.
I've uploaded a rather nice banjo song. If you take the time to listen to it, you'll hear more than one instrument. I hear the fiddle and banjo, but I'm not sure if there's a guitar in there. Can't tell in the mixture. I think there is, but it's like trying to find a small piece of pasta in a big vat of pasta sauce.
I like the sound of a banjo, it give this "carefree" feeling. Makes you feel like square-dancing and talking to cows in a barn on the mountains.
I did some Math today, and I've been doing a little research on inbreeding in humans. I wonder why it produces mentally and physically-handicapped offspring? Something to do with homozygous genes, I think.
The topic of inbreeding is quite interesting, and also viewed by society as taboo. It's mostly isolated, though. Some in the mountains, some in tribes, some in royalty, and some in families trapped in basements for years. Inbreeding causes biological mutations that result in deformity (mental or physical) in inbred offspring.
Am feeling much better today, been sleeping a lot. Yesterday, after I came home from the polyclinic, I took a shower, took my medicine and applied the lotion to my rash, and then went to bed from 10am to 5pm. Got up, watched some TV, washed my dreadlocks, had dinner, showered and washed up, took medicine, applied lotion, read, and then went to bed around 10.30pm, slept till 11.30am this morning.
I feel better, but I don't look much better. I have very, very bad eyebags due to not being able to sleep that night, and then sleeping too much after. There are still red patches all over, but it feels so much better now.
I've uploaded a rather nice banjo song. If you take the time to listen to it, you'll hear more than one instrument. I hear the fiddle and banjo, but I'm not sure if there's a guitar in there. Can't tell in the mixture. I think there is, but it's like trying to find a small piece of pasta in a big vat of pasta sauce.
I like the sound of a banjo, it give this "carefree" feeling. Makes you feel like square-dancing and talking to cows in a barn on the mountains.
I did some Math today, and I've been doing a little research on inbreeding in humans. I wonder why it produces mentally and physically-handicapped offspring? Something to do with homozygous genes, I think.
The topic of inbreeding is quite interesting, and also viewed by society as taboo. It's mostly isolated, though. Some in the mountains, some in tribes, some in royalty, and some in families trapped in basements for years. Inbreeding causes biological mutations that result in deformity (mental or physical) in inbred offspring.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Tuesday, March 10th 2009
It's 6.05am, and I've finally found the score to Schubert's "Seligkeit". I combed Esplanade library thrice, Music Essentials and Yamaha, but couldn't find the score book. I found it online instead.
I came down with a rash last night. It covered only a few patches of my body at first, but after an hour or so it had spread like wildfire. It covered my entire torso, neck and patches of my arms and legs. It itched like hell, ok. I was twitching in my bed!
So after about 6 unsuccessful hours of trying to fall asleep despite the itching, I got up and came online to look for "Seligkeit" and stuff. Going to polyclinic at 8am, but that means I have 2 more hours to kill.
Actually, if it weren't so itchy/painful, the rash would seem pretty cool. The rash doesn't just turn the skin red, it swells up in raised, flat patches. Small ones look like mosquito bites. I wonder what I could've eaten that cause this allergic reaction? The only other time I had an allergic reaction rash was when I ate "King Top Shells", that lousy shellfish.
Gahh. I hope the doctor can prescribe instant rash-relief cream and very strong sleeping pills. I hope it's all better by tomorrow. I promised Rai I'd be at work with her so we can brave Hell together.
I hate work, too. Can't wait to get outta there. It's not the job, it's the restrictions. Nobody else wants to do the counter because you can't do so many things at the counter. You can't check your mobile phone, you can't read or write or draw, and you're expected to stone while waiting for (very far-between) customers to approach the counter.
Ridiculous.
I'm beginning to like hillbilly music, especially the banjo ones.
I can't go for voice lesson today because of my rash. Can't sing properly with all this itching, and anyway having red patches on you is not a pretty sight, and I take public transport there.
I guess it's better to stay home today after visiting the polyclinic, less germs and dust to aggravate the rashes. I just hope my voice teacher brings forward the money to next month's fees. These lessons aren't cheap, and they're coming out from my own pocket.
I came down with a rash last night. It covered only a few patches of my body at first, but after an hour or so it had spread like wildfire. It covered my entire torso, neck and patches of my arms and legs. It itched like hell, ok. I was twitching in my bed!
So after about 6 unsuccessful hours of trying to fall asleep despite the itching, I got up and came online to look for "Seligkeit" and stuff. Going to polyclinic at 8am, but that means I have 2 more hours to kill.
Actually, if it weren't so itchy/painful, the rash would seem pretty cool. The rash doesn't just turn the skin red, it swells up in raised, flat patches. Small ones look like mosquito bites. I wonder what I could've eaten that cause this allergic reaction? The only other time I had an allergic reaction rash was when I ate "King Top Shells", that lousy shellfish.
Gahh. I hope the doctor can prescribe instant rash-relief cream and very strong sleeping pills. I hope it's all better by tomorrow. I promised Rai I'd be at work with her so we can brave Hell together.
I hate work, too. Can't wait to get outta there. It's not the job, it's the restrictions. Nobody else wants to do the counter because you can't do so many things at the counter. You can't check your mobile phone, you can't read or write or draw, and you're expected to stone while waiting for (very far-between) customers to approach the counter.
Ridiculous.
I'm beginning to like hillbilly music, especially the banjo ones.
I can't go for voice lesson today because of my rash. Can't sing properly with all this itching, and anyway having red patches on you is not a pretty sight, and I take public transport there.
I guess it's better to stay home today after visiting the polyclinic, less germs and dust to aggravate the rashes. I just hope my voice teacher brings forward the money to next month's fees. These lessons aren't cheap, and they're coming out from my own pocket.
Sunday, March 08, 2009
Sunday, March 8th 2009
I haven't had coffee in more than 5 years. This morning, when the smell from my mother's mug hit my nose, it was horribly metallic.
Believe it or not, I used to drink coffee every single morning when I was a kid, since I was about 4. My mother made me drink a mug, especially when I started going to school. It was supposedly to make sure I stayed awake and alert during school hours.
Tuh.
All it did was stain my teeth.
After I got old enough to know that coffee is bad, especially for very young kids, I stopped drinking coffee altogether. I was about 12 then, and even though the coffee streak lasted so many years, I had no withdrawal effects.
Anyway, recently I've been into good ol' things like old movies and Archie comics and old fashion.
I started off with "Breakfast At Tiffany's" and "Sabrina" (Audrey Hepburn) made in the 1970s, then "Singin' in the Rain" and Elvis movies made in 1950s. I finally got hold of some "Little Rascals" episodes and watched those, as well as some Clark Gable movies like "It Happened One Night". Those were filmed in the 1930s-1940s.
I grew up watching the "Little Rascals", so I guess it's no surprise I like old movies. They're actually much better than the movies we have nowadays, but with lousy endings.
I don't like the original version of "Dracula",though. It's so boring.
Oh, yes. I've been reading a lot of Archie comics and realised what I missed out on when I was younger! The kids my age were reading Archie comics when they were in late Primary school, and I was reading stupid books like "Goosebumps". I guess it didn't matter, my English turned out okay, though I never bothered to read the newspaper unless we were forced to.
My fav character is Jughead. I think he's cool in a greedy-but-incredibly-fit way.
Been writing some random thoughts at work, but I don't feel like posting them now. Perhaps next time. I gotta go buy ingredients from NTUC, I'm baking cookies and Cornish Pasties today!
Believe it or not, I used to drink coffee every single morning when I was a kid, since I was about 4. My mother made me drink a mug, especially when I started going to school. It was supposedly to make sure I stayed awake and alert during school hours.
Tuh.
All it did was stain my teeth.
After I got old enough to know that coffee is bad, especially for very young kids, I stopped drinking coffee altogether. I was about 12 then, and even though the coffee streak lasted so many years, I had no withdrawal effects.
Anyway, recently I've been into good ol' things like old movies and Archie comics and old fashion.
I started off with "Breakfast At Tiffany's" and "Sabrina" (Audrey Hepburn) made in the 1970s, then "Singin' in the Rain" and Elvis movies made in 1950s. I finally got hold of some "Little Rascals" episodes and watched those, as well as some Clark Gable movies like "It Happened One Night". Those were filmed in the 1930s-1940s.
I grew up watching the "Little Rascals", so I guess it's no surprise I like old movies. They're actually much better than the movies we have nowadays, but with lousy endings.
I don't like the original version of "Dracula",though. It's so boring.
Oh, yes. I've been reading a lot of Archie comics and realised what I missed out on when I was younger! The kids my age were reading Archie comics when they were in late Primary school, and I was reading stupid books like "Goosebumps". I guess it didn't matter, my English turned out okay, though I never bothered to read the newspaper unless we were forced to.
My fav character is Jughead. I think he's cool in a greedy-but-incredibly-fit way.
Been writing some random thoughts at work, but I don't feel like posting them now. Perhaps next time. I gotta go buy ingredients from NTUC, I'm baking cookies and Cornish Pasties today!
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Sunday, February 22 2009
Gee, it's been an awfully long time since I last posted something on my blog. I think it's time to come out of hiding and tell you guys a secret that you've been itching to know. I know from all the missed calls, smses, taggies, etc you've all been sending me.
Here it is:
I DIDN'T GET IN ANYWHERE.
Do you feel shocked? Surprised? Ecstatic?
Has the itch gone away now that you know my secret?
Actually, I've been hiding in shame for the past few weeks. My mom and dad have been very hard on me, they can't stop talking about begging for admission in a poly, ANY poly, and I really can't stand hearing any more. My heart sank the day I got the message saying that my JAE application was not successful, and I've been down in the dumps ever since.
January 2009 was hell. My supervisor is an asshole and is constantly mean to me, I didn't get admitted anywhere, and I lost Rabbit. My whole world collasped right then, but I lived on, just to see how things would work out.
I visited Rabbit's grave often to talk to him, I buried myself in more of Mozart's music day and night. I just didn't want to talk to anybody else, to tell them that I'm such an idiot, I couldn't get in anywhere.
However, something happened yesterday changed the way I feel about all this, especially my results. Just so you guys know, I'm working around Citylink mall, at a "certain bookstore" there, so I was taking a trip to the washroom there yesterday, and I saw Setia. I asked her how she was, and where she's going. She didn't even think to cover up or lie, she just came clean straightaway and said she didn't get in anywhere because she failed Math, and so she's applying for DAE and some other stuff.
It blew me away. How come she can say it so easily and honestly, even without hesitation, and I've been hiding from all prying eyes and ears for a month or so? Don't you guys go gossiping about her, because I admire her courage. If you were in the same situation as her, you wouldn't have been able to do the same thing she did: be honest.
So, yes, I can't get in anywhere because I failed Math. I got an E8, and I'm not ashamed to say that now because I tried very hard for 'O's, especially for Math. Maybe I didn't do it right, because I couldn't do the paper, but at least I can say I tried.
I think I typed that once before on this blog, not long ago. If you read my blog constantly, you'd know.
I was eligible for all the English-related courses like Child Phychology and early edu, mass comm, digital media etc, but there's competition for those courses, you know, and my grades aren't fantastic, so I didn't get in. It was tough getting through Hell, but I've made it out the exit. I've started practising Math and doing Art, and I'm going to start studying for Combined Humans next month. Art and CHu are to push my overall grade up.
I set out for a science course, and I'm gonna work to get it, even if it's gonna take me another year.
To those who made it into a poly or the courses they wanted, congratulations, and keep working hard, but don't you look down on those who couldn't.
To those who, like me, couldn't make it into a poly because of your grades, don't give up on life yet. Give it another shot. If you want it, work for it. If you give it everything you can, nobody can ask any more from you.
P.S.: Taking Grade 4 singing exam in July! :)
P.P.S.: I have dreadlocks now!
Here it is:
I DIDN'T GET IN ANYWHERE.
Do you feel shocked? Surprised? Ecstatic?
Has the itch gone away now that you know my secret?
Actually, I've been hiding in shame for the past few weeks. My mom and dad have been very hard on me, they can't stop talking about begging for admission in a poly, ANY poly, and I really can't stand hearing any more. My heart sank the day I got the message saying that my JAE application was not successful, and I've been down in the dumps ever since.
January 2009 was hell. My supervisor is an asshole and is constantly mean to me, I didn't get admitted anywhere, and I lost Rabbit. My whole world collasped right then, but I lived on, just to see how things would work out.
I visited Rabbit's grave often to talk to him, I buried myself in more of Mozart's music day and night. I just didn't want to talk to anybody else, to tell them that I'm such an idiot, I couldn't get in anywhere.
However, something happened yesterday changed the way I feel about all this, especially my results. Just so you guys know, I'm working around Citylink mall, at a "certain bookstore" there, so I was taking a trip to the washroom there yesterday, and I saw Setia. I asked her how she was, and where she's going. She didn't even think to cover up or lie, she just came clean straightaway and said she didn't get in anywhere because she failed Math, and so she's applying for DAE and some other stuff.
It blew me away. How come she can say it so easily and honestly, even without hesitation, and I've been hiding from all prying eyes and ears for a month or so? Don't you guys go gossiping about her, because I admire her courage. If you were in the same situation as her, you wouldn't have been able to do the same thing she did: be honest.
So, yes, I can't get in anywhere because I failed Math. I got an E8, and I'm not ashamed to say that now because I tried very hard for 'O's, especially for Math. Maybe I didn't do it right, because I couldn't do the paper, but at least I can say I tried.
I think I typed that once before on this blog, not long ago. If you read my blog constantly, you'd know.
I was eligible for all the English-related courses like Child Phychology and early edu, mass comm, digital media etc, but there's competition for those courses, you know, and my grades aren't fantastic, so I didn't get in. It was tough getting through Hell, but I've made it out the exit. I've started practising Math and doing Art, and I'm going to start studying for Combined Humans next month. Art and CHu are to push my overall grade up.
I set out for a science course, and I'm gonna work to get it, even if it's gonna take me another year.
To those who made it into a poly or the courses they wanted, congratulations, and keep working hard, but don't you look down on those who couldn't.
To those who, like me, couldn't make it into a poly because of your grades, don't give up on life yet. Give it another shot. If you want it, work for it. If you give it everything you can, nobody can ask any more from you.
P.S.: Taking Grade 4 singing exam in July! :)
P.P.S.: I have dreadlocks now!
Thursday, January 01, 2009
Thursday, 1st January 2009
"Looking at you"
These ants are so cute, they're lined up so neatly! You can almost hear them conversing.
Isn't he cute?I've been browsing through a lot of wildlife photos on flickr.com and found some really beautiful photos. Who knew that spiders and caterpillars could be so beautiful? Super-cute, too. You can actually see their faces- their bright eyes, their lovely smiles.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Tuesday, December 30th 2008
Well, I've gotten myself back into Art-mode. Been drawing and colouring all day. Alas, I haven't even finished one drawing today, but that's all right, it's looking good. Maybe I'll post a picture of it when I'm done. I got the photo from the internet, it's been hell colouring. My hands hurt, my fingertips are peeling from the dish washing soap, air-conditioning, piano-playing and colouring.
Been practising piano a lot, and I'm proud to say I've progressed. I'm halfway through the 1st variation of that Mozart piece.
I feel a growing interest in classical music. It all started with opera, really. I casually mentioned castrati at the beginning of June, which led to my sister showing me a video of Philippe Jaroussky on Youtube. I fell in love with the song in the video and couldn't stop listening to it. It led to me buying the CD and listening to other songs by different composers like Handel and Gluck. Then, it branched out into listening to their music by other artists. I stumbled upon "Farinelli il Castrato" on Youtube and got hooked on the music as well, so borrowed the CD and got exposed to music by composers like Hasse and Riccardo Broschi.
I watched movies like "Amadeus" and "Danny the Dog" and it led to a lot of Mozart's music, which I quite like. I've been listening to a lot of his music on my player, but it doesn't have a lot of orchestral works, only piano sonatas and stuff. I prefer the orchestral works. Just put up another piece on my blog, which, if you turn up the volume on your computer, you'll be able to hear. Have patience to listen to the whole thing.
This piece is played at the beginning of the movie "Amadeus".
Been practising piano a lot, and I'm proud to say I've progressed. I'm halfway through the 1st variation of that Mozart piece.
I feel a growing interest in classical music. It all started with opera, really. I casually mentioned castrati at the beginning of June, which led to my sister showing me a video of Philippe Jaroussky on Youtube. I fell in love with the song in the video and couldn't stop listening to it. It led to me buying the CD and listening to other songs by different composers like Handel and Gluck. Then, it branched out into listening to their music by other artists. I stumbled upon "Farinelli il Castrato" on Youtube and got hooked on the music as well, so borrowed the CD and got exposed to music by composers like Hasse and Riccardo Broschi.
I watched movies like "Amadeus" and "Danny the Dog" and it led to a lot of Mozart's music, which I quite like. I've been listening to a lot of his music on my player, but it doesn't have a lot of orchestral works, only piano sonatas and stuff. I prefer the orchestral works. Just put up another piece on my blog, which, if you turn up the volume on your computer, you'll be able to hear. Have patience to listen to the whole thing.
This piece is played at the beginning of the movie "Amadeus".
Monday, December 29, 2008
Monday, December 29th 2008
I think I'm suffering from withdrawal symptoms.
A few months after I came back from Italy, I was still dreaming about it nightly, that I was eating gelato in Venice, that I was still strolling through the streets of Riva del Garda.
I miss China so much, I've been dreaming of it since I returned 2 weeks ago. It seems like an awfully long time, though. I miss all the people I met there. Okok, two living things, one not even a human being, but still.
Anyway, over the last few days, I've discovered a couple of things about myself. Just last night, I sat at the photo drawers, flipping through the albums. It was like looking at a past I can't remember. I kept flipping through album after album, looking for a particular something, but I didn't and don't know what it was. It was a very sad, empty feeling.
I gazed at the sweet face of the happy child in those photos, and honestly, can't believe that it was me.
Also, I realised that there wasn't a single photo with me and both mommy and daddy in them. It was either mommy and I, or daddy and I, never together.
A few months after I came back from Italy, I was still dreaming about it nightly, that I was eating gelato in Venice, that I was still strolling through the streets of Riva del Garda.
I miss China so much, I've been dreaming of it since I returned 2 weeks ago. It seems like an awfully long time, though. I miss all the people I met there. Okok, two living things, one not even a human being, but still.
Anyway, over the last few days, I've discovered a couple of things about myself. Just last night, I sat at the photo drawers, flipping through the albums. It was like looking at a past I can't remember. I kept flipping through album after album, looking for a particular something, but I didn't and don't know what it was. It was a very sad, empty feeling.
I gazed at the sweet face of the happy child in those photos, and honestly, can't believe that it was me.
Also, I realised that there wasn't a single photo with me and both mommy and daddy in them. It was either mommy and I, or daddy and I, never together.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Wednesday, 24th December 2008
Been sleepless for the past few weeks since the 'O' levels, don't know why. The stress should have been long gone by now, but I still have trouble sleeping. I can't remember how to sleep.
Maybe I should get some sleeping pills from the pharmacy. D'you think they would sell me some, or is it a controlled drug?
The Venus Flytrap I bought the other day is still doing well. New traps are sprouting, it's really cute. And really good, because that means I'm taking good care of it. All it gets is light energy from the table lamp, and distilled water. I'm giving it at least 4 hours of light per day. Where are those bug-filled nights I hate so much? The traps are hungry.
Can't wait to attend my first Midnight Mass tonight. I shall go early, take my time walking there and listening to the choir singing carols. I hope they practised hard.
Just started learning a new piano piece, Mozart's Sonata no. 11 (KV 331). The first part is relatively simple, haven't started on the other parts yet. Looks scary. Gonna have to practise more to improve. At least now I can say I play classical pieces, not anime music. My "Lascia ch'io Pianga" is nowhere near polished.
Maybe I should get some sleeping pills from the pharmacy. D'you think they would sell me some, or is it a controlled drug?
The Venus Flytrap I bought the other day is still doing well. New traps are sprouting, it's really cute. And really good, because that means I'm taking good care of it. All it gets is light energy from the table lamp, and distilled water. I'm giving it at least 4 hours of light per day. Where are those bug-filled nights I hate so much? The traps are hungry.
Can't wait to attend my first Midnight Mass tonight. I shall go early, take my time walking there and listening to the choir singing carols. I hope they practised hard.
Just started learning a new piano piece, Mozart's Sonata no. 11 (KV 331). The first part is relatively simple, haven't started on the other parts yet. Looks scary. Gonna have to practise more to improve. At least now I can say I play classical pieces, not anime music. My "Lascia ch'io Pianga" is nowhere near polished.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Saturday, December 20th 2008
These photos and places aren't the reason I love China, but they are pretty photos. Notice how the autumn trees aren't fake and are planted in soil? You can't ever see them in Singapore, that's for sure.
Last night's concert wasn't fantastic, but it felt so good to be back with people I love again, I was willing to ignore the bad part. It was scary to hear how the discipline has dropped since we left, especially the PT part, but it was nice to hear about how they're growing up. After the concert, some choir girls and I went to Starbucks to grab a drink, and then go to that big area near Esplanade (where people go to break-dance, etc) to sing and reminisce about the old days. We're meeting up at school again soon, hopefully we can get past the security guards.
I think I'll spend Christmas alone this year. It seems nice enough to sit quietly and have a good meal, one that I'll cook for myself, and then stroll to the church near my house to attend my first Midnight Mass. I can observe everything silently and maybe learn a few things.
I used to dream about this, you know, just being able to go to Midnight Mass and witness the celebration. I was never allowed, of course. Firstly, it's at midnight- no way my parents would have allowed me out this late. Secondly, they all spit on religion anyway, so of course they were/are against it.
I was so clueless about Midnight Mass, Freda practically laughed at me.
This Christmas, however, will be different. My parents will be away in Korea, my siblings out, and I'll be home alone. Nobody appreciates peace and quiet as much as I.
Maybe except dear Rabbit.
So I'll spend Christmas with Rabbit this year, great! He won't laugh at me, he won't fling insults at me, he won't spit on any religion. He won't interrupt what I say, he'll gladly have dinner with me, and nothing I say to him is taken as a joke.
Anything can be done, if it's done with determination.
Last night's concert wasn't fantastic, but it felt so good to be back with people I love again, I was willing to ignore the bad part. It was scary to hear how the discipline has dropped since we left, especially the PT part, but it was nice to hear about how they're growing up. After the concert, some choir girls and I went to Starbucks to grab a drink, and then go to that big area near Esplanade (where people go to break-dance, etc) to sing and reminisce about the old days. We're meeting up at school again soon, hopefully we can get past the security guards.
I think I'll spend Christmas alone this year. It seems nice enough to sit quietly and have a good meal, one that I'll cook for myself, and then stroll to the church near my house to attend my first Midnight Mass. I can observe everything silently and maybe learn a few things.
I used to dream about this, you know, just being able to go to Midnight Mass and witness the celebration. I was never allowed, of course. Firstly, it's at midnight- no way my parents would have allowed me out this late. Secondly, they all spit on religion anyway, so of course they were/are against it.
I was so clueless about Midnight Mass, Freda practically laughed at me.
This Christmas, however, will be different. My parents will be away in Korea, my siblings out, and I'll be home alone. Nobody appreciates peace and quiet as much as I.
Maybe except dear Rabbit.
So I'll spend Christmas with Rabbit this year, great! He won't laugh at me, he won't fling insults at me, he won't spit on any religion. He won't interrupt what I say, he'll gladly have dinner with me, and nothing I say to him is taken as a joke.
Anything can be done, if it's done with determination.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Wednesday, December 17th 2008
Just a few photos I wanted to share with you guys. These came from the movie "Unleashed/Danny the Dog". If you watch it, you might just become a Jet Li fan, if you aren't already. :)
I'm serious. Don't say I didn't warn you.
He's super huggable there.
Anyway, went for lunch with Dad today. He started talking about my future, and told me that it doesn't matter whether I go to a bad school or not, etc etc, and he just wants me to be happy with my future, what ever I want to do. He said if I can't make it into my choice of course, I will always have other options, and I shouldn't ever give up.
Of course I know that he's worried about my results, who wouldn't be? I'm worried too, even if it doesn't look like it.
All I can do now is wait for the results and hope for the best. There's a future for me somewhere, but it might not be in Biomedical Science. My results will tell me if I'm really cut out for something else.
I know I'll always have my singing, and if I had to choose, I wouldn't give up singing for anything.
I'm serious. Don't say I didn't warn you.
He's super huggable there.
Anyway, went for lunch with Dad today. He started talking about my future, and told me that it doesn't matter whether I go to a bad school or not, etc etc, and he just wants me to be happy with my future, what ever I want to do. He said if I can't make it into my choice of course, I will always have other options, and I shouldn't ever give up.
Of course I know that he's worried about my results, who wouldn't be? I'm worried too, even if it doesn't look like it.
All I can do now is wait for the results and hope for the best. There's a future for me somewhere, but it might not be in Biomedical Science. My results will tell me if I'm really cut out for something else.
I know I'll always have my singing, and if I had to choose, I wouldn't give up singing for anything.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Tuesday, December 16th 2008
Hey everybody!
Been watching more Jet Li movies. He's quite a cute little fellow, isn't he? I bought this movie just a couple of days ago, it's the best one I've seen yet.
I'm cooped up at home again, this time only because I'm ill. Am down with flu. I wonder why there's no shortage of mucus? Been blowing my nose every few minutes, yet minutes later, there's a nose full of mucus again. It's very, very annoying, but I try to be patient with my body. The poor thing is probably struggling to flush out the virus.
It's strange. All that time I spent in China, I never fell ill once, even when I was shivering at -13 degC. Only when I returned to this dreaded island of a country, I fell ill with flu. I'm starting to miss China badly, not because I wasn't ill there, but I miss the air, the language, the people and their attitude, the things they sell, the small, quiet ancient towns and the scenery.
It's just the things that can't be seen in this country.
Here, the windows are barred, the air is polluted, everywhere you look you see tall buildings and an endless stretch of cars. Our history is so shallow, so bleak. We are so young.
I'm starting to sink into depression upon the realisation that I have to stay on this small, polluted, modern, overcrowded island until I turn 21. Until then, I have no power to do anything, go anywhere outside of this country without my parents' consent. However, on the bright side, I've already started saving up. I'm hoping to go to Venice (alone or otherwise) in Dec 2009, but if I can't, at least I'll be well on the way to saving enough for when I'm 21.
Hey, a kid can only save so much in a year. I have reduced myself to spending only $10 a week from Jan-Nov next year. If I can earn $200 per week, $100 would go to my savings, the other $100 would go to voice lessons. My family refuses to pay for it. If I save $20 out of my $30 per week, I would have $880 by Nov 30th 2009. So, if my calculations are correct, I would be able to save up $5280 by Nov 30th next year. If I add money from any occasions (birthday/Christmas/Chinese New Year), I would end up with about $6000, just enough for flight, accomodation, food and other expenses if I scrimp.
If I decide to go to China again and leave Venice to when I'm 21, I would definitely have enough money. It doesn't cost as much to go to China. Actually, it costs much less.
I'm so glad we bought 3 types of Chinese tea back. Been drinking tea daily, already had 4 mugs today. It's actually quite soothing, and it's very good for the body. I hope to get into the tea-drinking routine.
Before I went to China, I was still at the Twinings tea-drinking stage. I was drinking the "chamomile, vanilla and honey" tea with an excessive dose of honey. It was comforting, but somehow too thick and flavourful for a drink before bedtime. In case you don't know, chamomile is supposed to help you relax and sleep well. Without the excessive dose of honey, however, the tea tastes horrible. Now that I have Chinese tea, tea-drinking has suddenly become much more interesting.
Been watching more Jet Li movies. He's quite a cute little fellow, isn't he? I bought this movie just a couple of days ago, it's the best one I've seen yet.
I'm cooped up at home again, this time only because I'm ill. Am down with flu. I wonder why there's no shortage of mucus? Been blowing my nose every few minutes, yet minutes later, there's a nose full of mucus again. It's very, very annoying, but I try to be patient with my body. The poor thing is probably struggling to flush out the virus.
It's strange. All that time I spent in China, I never fell ill once, even when I was shivering at -13 degC. Only when I returned to this dreaded island of a country, I fell ill with flu. I'm starting to miss China badly, not because I wasn't ill there, but I miss the air, the language, the people and their attitude, the things they sell, the small, quiet ancient towns and the scenery.
It's just the things that can't be seen in this country.
Here, the windows are barred, the air is polluted, everywhere you look you see tall buildings and an endless stretch of cars. Our history is so shallow, so bleak. We are so young.
I'm starting to sink into depression upon the realisation that I have to stay on this small, polluted, modern, overcrowded island until I turn 21. Until then, I have no power to do anything, go anywhere outside of this country without my parents' consent. However, on the bright side, I've already started saving up. I'm hoping to go to Venice (alone or otherwise) in Dec 2009, but if I can't, at least I'll be well on the way to saving enough for when I'm 21.
Hey, a kid can only save so much in a year. I have reduced myself to spending only $10 a week from Jan-Nov next year. If I can earn $200 per week, $100 would go to my savings, the other $100 would go to voice lessons. My family refuses to pay for it. If I save $20 out of my $30 per week, I would have $880 by Nov 30th 2009. So, if my calculations are correct, I would be able to save up $5280 by Nov 30th next year. If I add money from any occasions (birthday/Christmas/Chinese New Year), I would end up with about $6000, just enough for flight, accomodation, food and other expenses if I scrimp.
If I decide to go to China again and leave Venice to when I'm 21, I would definitely have enough money. It doesn't cost as much to go to China. Actually, it costs much less.
I'm so glad we bought 3 types of Chinese tea back. Been drinking tea daily, already had 4 mugs today. It's actually quite soothing, and it's very good for the body. I hope to get into the tea-drinking routine.
Before I went to China, I was still at the Twinings tea-drinking stage. I was drinking the "chamomile, vanilla and honey" tea with an excessive dose of honey. It was comforting, but somehow too thick and flavourful for a drink before bedtime. In case you don't know, chamomile is supposed to help you relax and sleep well. Without the excessive dose of honey, however, the tea tastes horrible. Now that I have Chinese tea, tea-drinking has suddenly become much more interesting.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Sunday, December 14th 2008
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Isn't Jet Li just adorable?
After several days of being home, I don't feel the need to express my anger at my sister's friend anymore. I just feel so relieved to be away from SC, and glad to be home. Am so very thankful I don't have to care about her anymore, and her incessant pelting me with insults. I don't feel angry with her anymore, or at least at the moment, but if I ever have to, all my anger has been recorded somewhere, so I'll just pull it out then.
I'm so thankful and grateful to be back here. I'm looking forward to celebrating Chew's birthday with her tomorrow, and I'm also looking forward to attending the Choir concert on the 19th with Samira and Freda. It feels so good to be back around people whom I'm familiar with, whom I feel safe around.
It also feels good to finally be taken seriously. Most of what I said on the Yunnan trip was taken to be nonsense, and more jokes and insults followed.
Actually, I'm thankful for SC and my sister's incessant pelting of insults. Each time they hurled one at me, it gave me a chance to think. It trained me to dig deeper into meanings of words they said, it taught me how to laugh them off, it taught me how to argue with or side myself. I've gone back into thinking-and-staring mode, which I lost about 2 years ago, and I'm happy to have it back.
Basically, this trip taught me to survive anything, physically, mentally, psychologically. It was like a boot camp, just with nicer living conditions, but with no shortage of teasing and insults and jokes made about you. Through all this, I still met nice people, learnt new things, and saw China like I had never seen before.
I never knew I could come to love a country that I hated so much.
However, there is something I feel the need to share with all you people who faithfully read my blog.
You do know I have a fascination with serial killers, right? There were people like Jeffrey Dahmer, Ed Gein, Albert Fish, and of course our fictitious Hannibal Lecter, but you'll never realise their true evil until you see them commit a crime. Reading about it isn't enough, not even watching a movie portray their crimes. Only when you see the satisfaction on their faces as they kill, will you know their true depth of evil.
I, myself, never really knew what evil was until that day I was forced to watch the slaughtering of pigs. We were at Tiger Leaping Gorge, staying at some guest-house and waiting for breakfast, when I heard a scream pierce through the morning air. You'll never know how painful it sounds unless you hear it, live, for yourselves.
"I have just witnessed the killing of a pig. Its screams were deafening, and I saw them carry the bucket to the table before slitting its throat. When they slit its throat, the screams stopped, leaving only a weak, high-pitched squeal, then there was silence."
That was taken from my notebook, which I carried around with me on the trip. The evil I saw was not in the faces of the men who killed the pig. No. It was in the face of SC who held the camera, recording the whole thing in a video.
None of the men looked very happy, their faces were portraits of pain itself. What struck me most hardly and disturbed me most was that on SC's face, emotion was there, painted in a smile.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Friday, December 12th 2008
Well, well, well. I'm back from Yunnan, and to be honest, China is actually a really cool place to be.
I think the van-driver (Wang Shi Fu) who took us to Tiger Leaping Gorge and then to Shangri La is so cute! He's real eye-candy, unlike those fake, plastic types. He's cute, but not perfect, his hands are rough from hard work and he has wrinkles on his face beside his eyes, but he's beautiful. The real type of man! Don't know how old he is, but probably 35-45 years old (with kids). People age fast physically there because of the very cold wind and the very strong sunlight. He has a "cute-tooth", which only makes him cuter, I find. He's tall, dark and handsome! Ha, ha, ha!
Very adorable.
I met someone new! He's 18 years old, very gorgeous, very sweet-natured. He's a straight-forward farmboy, honest, good-looking, good body. A loving and obedient boyfriend. Yes, he's my new boyfriend!
His name is Bei Bei and he's a mix breed between a horse and donkey, and he followed me around and nuzzled my tummy. He's very, very sweet. So handsome, I love him.
Doesn't the guy behind us look like he's checking out my butt?
So. The trip itself was all right. Lotsa problems with the people I went with, esp my sister's friend, who was unmercifully pelting me with insults all the way. What an asshole. Perhaps I'll type a little more about her in my next post or something, when I'm less tired.
Spent last night at Bangkok's airport, and while my sister slept, I put my jacket over her, went to the toilet and then went to a corner to sing arias. The place was so big, I could have hardly been heard. I didn't sleep at all, save for about a 20-min nap at Starbucks at 6am, so now I'm all light-headed and drifty. Don't really know what I'm doing, feels like I'm floating around. Need sleep.
Oh, yes, I almost forgot. I think Jet Li is cute. I'll post a pic of him in my next post. Gonna watch a DVD now, I think. A Jet Li movie :)
I think the van-driver (Wang Shi Fu) who took us to Tiger Leaping Gorge and then to Shangri La is so cute! He's real eye-candy, unlike those fake, plastic types. He's cute, but not perfect, his hands are rough from hard work and he has wrinkles on his face beside his eyes, but he's beautiful. The real type of man! Don't know how old he is, but probably 35-45 years old (with kids). People age fast physically there because of the very cold wind and the very strong sunlight. He has a "cute-tooth", which only makes him cuter, I find. He's tall, dark and handsome! Ha, ha, ha!
Very adorable.
I met someone new! He's 18 years old, very gorgeous, very sweet-natured. He's a straight-forward farmboy, honest, good-looking, good body. A loving and obedient boyfriend. Yes, he's my new boyfriend!
His name is Bei Bei and he's a mix breed between a horse and donkey, and he followed me around and nuzzled my tummy. He's very, very sweet. So handsome, I love him.
Doesn't the guy behind us look like he's checking out my butt?
So. The trip itself was all right. Lotsa problems with the people I went with, esp my sister's friend, who was unmercifully pelting me with insults all the way. What an asshole. Perhaps I'll type a little more about her in my next post or something, when I'm less tired.
Spent last night at Bangkok's airport, and while my sister slept, I put my jacket over her, went to the toilet and then went to a corner to sing arias. The place was so big, I could have hardly been heard. I didn't sleep at all, save for about a 20-min nap at Starbucks at 6am, so now I'm all light-headed and drifty. Don't really know what I'm doing, feels like I'm floating around. Need sleep.
Oh, yes, I almost forgot. I think Jet Li is cute. I'll post a pic of him in my next post. Gonna watch a DVD now, I think. A Jet Li movie :)
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
Tuesday, December 2nd 2008
Of course, Daphne. We have good taste in everything!
(P.S.: They're selling SpongeBob keychains just outside AMK Hub.)
Bird's Nest Soup is so sickly sweet. It's strangely slimy, too, which forced me to think of it's origins- a bird's saliva. I must say, however, that I tried very hard to ignore that fact and to swallow a mouthful, but my own vomit came up, so I ran from the bowl sitting on the table.
We let the leeches go today, several had died and I didn't want any more to be taken by death just because they were trapped in a plastic container (yes, we actually shifted them to a larger, cleaner container), so we let them go. I hope they're happy. There's food, fresh water, long grass... I won't tell you where we let them go, but I think they're happy there. Maybe I'll wait another few years before I try keeping them as pets again, I obviously have to do more research first.
Rest In Peace, leeches.
Leaving for Yunnan tomorrow, wish me luck. Weather forecasts have forecasted that it'll be quite cold there, so my backpack is filled to its brim with mostly warm clothing. I painted my gloves today, one stripy, the other with smileys on each finger. Maybe I'll post a picture of them when I get back.
Above is a lovely picture of my cool grandparents. They're so cute. They were both good-looking when they were much younger. Ah Gong seems to be frowning here, the food was pretty bad.
(P.S.: They're selling SpongeBob keychains just outside AMK Hub.)
Bird's Nest Soup is so sickly sweet. It's strangely slimy, too, which forced me to think of it's origins- a bird's saliva. I must say, however, that I tried very hard to ignore that fact and to swallow a mouthful, but my own vomit came up, so I ran from the bowl sitting on the table.
We let the leeches go today, several had died and I didn't want any more to be taken by death just because they were trapped in a plastic container (yes, we actually shifted them to a larger, cleaner container), so we let them go. I hope they're happy. There's food, fresh water, long grass... I won't tell you where we let them go, but I think they're happy there. Maybe I'll wait another few years before I try keeping them as pets again, I obviously have to do more research first.
Rest In Peace, leeches.
Leaving for Yunnan tomorrow, wish me luck. Weather forecasts have forecasted that it'll be quite cold there, so my backpack is filled to its brim with mostly warm clothing. I painted my gloves today, one stripy, the other with smileys on each finger. Maybe I'll post a picture of them when I get back.
Above is a lovely picture of my cool grandparents. They're so cute. They were both good-looking when they were much younger. Ah Gong seems to be frowning here, the food was pretty bad.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Sunday, November 30th 2008
Happy Birthday!
I'm back alive!
The scenery was nice, especially the mountains with tops smothered in clouds. When I looked up at the sky, I could see the lovely layers of clouds, each layer at least several km away from one another.
My grandparents are really cool. At ages 84 and 85, they can still play mahjong, wear a wig, drink sarsi and eat fried chicken. Apparantly, Ah Gong loves fried chicken! Ah Ma gave me a jade pendant. Now, I'm not really a fan of jade, but maybe it'll interest me in 50 years.
May I also add that "Bird's Nest Soup" is horribly disgusting?!
I'll never go near that stuff again.
Ah Sim has good taste, man. The guy she married (who's my uncle) has nice arms.
Anyway, this uncle of mine helped me with the leech-catching. He spent hours looking for them, and they're really cute. They have stripes on their backs. I'm worried about the dirty bottle they're in, though. It seems awfully disgusting. Low standard of living, absolutely no sanitation. They are clinging desperately to the inside wall of the plastic bottle. I hope the "Cash-Converter" has an appropriate tank for this kind of wildlife. They can squeeze through any small gap, and if they do they'll be crawling up your leg next. They'll chase after you if you try to run.
Pesky little creatures.
Next on my list will be that mini-pot of Venus Flytraps they're selling at $12 at the nursery. Maybe I'll feed them meat. Chicken, perhaps?
In 1-2 days I'll be off to Yunnan, China. Don't know what I'll see there. Never been a big fan of China, so hopefully this will be an interesting trip. I'll be back just in time for Chew's birthday, so that's good.
Can't wait for the steamboat.
I'm back alive!
The scenery was nice, especially the mountains with tops smothered in clouds. When I looked up at the sky, I could see the lovely layers of clouds, each layer at least several km away from one another.
My grandparents are really cool. At ages 84 and 85, they can still play mahjong, wear a wig, drink sarsi and eat fried chicken. Apparantly, Ah Gong loves fried chicken! Ah Ma gave me a jade pendant. Now, I'm not really a fan of jade, but maybe it'll interest me in 50 years.
May I also add that "Bird's Nest Soup" is horribly disgusting?!
I'll never go near that stuff again.
Ah Sim has good taste, man. The guy she married (who's my uncle) has nice arms.
Anyway, this uncle of mine helped me with the leech-catching. He spent hours looking for them, and they're really cute. They have stripes on their backs. I'm worried about the dirty bottle they're in, though. It seems awfully disgusting. Low standard of living, absolutely no sanitation. They are clinging desperately to the inside wall of the plastic bottle. I hope the "Cash-Converter" has an appropriate tank for this kind of wildlife. They can squeeze through any small gap, and if they do they'll be crawling up your leg next. They'll chase after you if you try to run.
Pesky little creatures.
Next on my list will be that mini-pot of Venus Flytraps they're selling at $12 at the nursery. Maybe I'll feed them meat. Chicken, perhaps?
In 1-2 days I'll be off to Yunnan, China. Don't know what I'll see there. Never been a big fan of China, so hopefully this will be an interesting trip. I'll be back just in time for Chew's birthday, so that's good.
Can't wait for the steamboat.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Friday, November 21st 2008
Hey guys.
Just realised that the imeem.com song on my blog has been cropped again, but I don't have the time to fiddle-twiddle with that now. Leaving early tomorrow morning, and I'm desperately transferring videos to my sister's player (now mine!!!). When I first transferred them, the player refused to play the videos, saying it doesn't support that format, so I had to go back to the computer and convert them all, and it's taking hell of a long time. Been converting for the last hour and a half!
I hope it's worth it. I shall die if I don't have this sort of entertainment during the 8-hour car-ride tomorrow from Singapore to the far side of Malaysia.
Oh yes, if I don't make it back alive, throw me a happy funeral with a bright orange coffin, ask Philippe Jaroussky to sing at my funeral, preferably "Venti, Turbini" with a glorious orchestral part. Throw my ashes around Italy. Tell Franco I died!
I love you!!!
P.S: I'm not joking. Really do it this way if I happen to die.
I'll be back (dead or alive).
"Hasta la vista, baby!"
Just realised that the imeem.com song on my blog has been cropped again, but I don't have the time to fiddle-twiddle with that now. Leaving early tomorrow morning, and I'm desperately transferring videos to my sister's player (now mine!!!). When I first transferred them, the player refused to play the videos, saying it doesn't support that format, so I had to go back to the computer and convert them all, and it's taking hell of a long time. Been converting for the last hour and a half!
I hope it's worth it. I shall die if I don't have this sort of entertainment during the 8-hour car-ride tomorrow from Singapore to the far side of Malaysia.
Oh yes, if I don't make it back alive, throw me a happy funeral with a bright orange coffin, ask Philippe Jaroussky to sing at my funeral, preferably "Venti, Turbini" with a glorious orchestral part. Throw my ashes around Italy. Tell Franco I died!
I love you!!!
P.S: I'm not joking. Really do it this way if I happen to die.
I'll be back (dead or alive).
"Hasta la vista, baby!"
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Wednesday, November 19th 2008
I forgot to blog about something that happened several weeks ago.
T'was in the morning, I think I had a paper that day. We were waiting to cross the road to get to the car, this Coca-cola truck was making a turn in front of us. The door at its side was open, and there was a balding Indian man directing the driver because the road was narrow. After the truck had turned, the Indian man jumped on the truck and sat on a box of the drink, and hung on to the sides of the truck to keep his balance. I smiled at him and gave him a little wave.
Wouldn't you wave back, too, if you saw a little girl in school uniform smiling and waving at you sweetly?
He waved back, and almost fell out of the truck.
He must've felt embarrassed, but he was smiling, so it was all right. I felt good after that. Even though I almost got someone killed, I made his day!
P.S.: I will be away on a holiday from the 22nd of Nov to the 12th of Dec 2008. Wish me luck, both (Asian) countries don't speak any language I do. "Gasp!"
T'was in the morning, I think I had a paper that day. We were waiting to cross the road to get to the car, this Coca-cola truck was making a turn in front of us. The door at its side was open, and there was a balding Indian man directing the driver because the road was narrow. After the truck had turned, the Indian man jumped on the truck and sat on a box of the drink, and hung on to the sides of the truck to keep his balance. I smiled at him and gave him a little wave.
Wouldn't you wave back, too, if you saw a little girl in school uniform smiling and waving at you sweetly?
He waved back, and almost fell out of the truck.
He must've felt embarrassed, but he was smiling, so it was all right. I felt good after that. Even though I almost got someone killed, I made his day!
P.S.: I will be away on a holiday from the 22nd of Nov to the 12th of Dec 2008. Wish me luck, both (Asian) countries don't speak any language I do. "Gasp!"
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Wednesday, November 12th 2008
Sigh.
What a gloomy day. Just the day (and night), though, not my life. My life today was pretty good.
It started out with me trying to wake up at 10.30am to my deafening alarm-clock, but failing miserably. The temptation of my warm bed was too strong, so I only got up properly at sometime past noon. Then, I dragged myself around the house, brushing my teeth and things like that, then watched some TV. Gee, "90210" is such a pitiful attempt at a scandalous television series.
Went for lunch with Dad at "The Cafe Cartel". It was all pretty good. After lunch, we drove over to the dermatologist's for my monthly consultation. Yaadaa yaadaa, went home, it started pouring, went to Orchard Rd alone. Bought a locket, went to Kinokuniya.
I love hanging out at large, posh bookstores. The walls are lined with so many books, it looks like colourful wallpaper. The books are all so crisp and clean and new, I almost feel scared to touch them. They are all grouped by genre. I hung out mostly around the walls marked "Literature". Wanted to buy so many books, but only had "so much" money with me, so I chose "Love in the Time of Cholera" by that Colombian author (can't remember his name). I wanted to buy several of his books, but felt that "Love in the Time of Cholera" was what I wanted most. I've read part of the book before, but it was annoying because I couldn't read fast enough, all of it in two weeks, before returning it to the library.
"Love in the Time of Cholera" is a beautiful book/movie. Seriously romantic. I know you guys don't read much and hate to plough through thick books (apart from Jodi Picoult (sp?) and "Twilight"), so watch the movie instead. It still captures the romance and feelings of anguish and longing.
I haven't played "Monkey Island" for so long, I feel like I'm about to die. I'm shrivelling up! Gahh! Oh, Guybrush, MapleStory is nothing compared to you!
My dear Rabbit is ill again, its inner eyelids are inflamed. I told it time and time again not to go into dusty places! Went to the vet to get the eyedrops (Rabbit had this illness before), and am applying the eyedrops and cream to its eyes 3 times a day. It hates it but tries not to struggle. After medication, it licks my hand in gratitude.
Such a lovely boy.
What a gloomy day. Just the day (and night), though, not my life. My life today was pretty good.
It started out with me trying to wake up at 10.30am to my deafening alarm-clock, but failing miserably. The temptation of my warm bed was too strong, so I only got up properly at sometime past noon. Then, I dragged myself around the house, brushing my teeth and things like that, then watched some TV. Gee, "90210" is such a pitiful attempt at a scandalous television series.
Went for lunch with Dad at "The Cafe Cartel". It was all pretty good. After lunch, we drove over to the dermatologist's for my monthly consultation. Yaadaa yaadaa, went home, it started pouring, went to Orchard Rd alone. Bought a locket, went to Kinokuniya.
I love hanging out at large, posh bookstores. The walls are lined with so many books, it looks like colourful wallpaper. The books are all so crisp and clean and new, I almost feel scared to touch them. They are all grouped by genre. I hung out mostly around the walls marked "Literature". Wanted to buy so many books, but only had "so much" money with me, so I chose "Love in the Time of Cholera" by that Colombian author (can't remember his name). I wanted to buy several of his books, but felt that "Love in the Time of Cholera" was what I wanted most. I've read part of the book before, but it was annoying because I couldn't read fast enough, all of it in two weeks, before returning it to the library.
"Love in the Time of Cholera" is a beautiful book/movie. Seriously romantic. I know you guys don't read much and hate to plough through thick books (apart from Jodi Picoult (sp?) and "Twilight"), so watch the movie instead. It still captures the romance and feelings of anguish and longing.
I haven't played "Monkey Island" for so long, I feel like I'm about to die. I'm shrivelling up! Gahh! Oh, Guybrush, MapleStory is nothing compared to you!
My dear Rabbit is ill again, its inner eyelids are inflamed. I told it time and time again not to go into dusty places! Went to the vet to get the eyedrops (Rabbit had this illness before), and am applying the eyedrops and cream to its eyes 3 times a day. It hates it but tries not to struggle. After medication, it licks my hand in gratitude.
Such a lovely boy.
Sunday, November 02, 2008
Sunday, November 2nd 2008
It has been a Hell of a week, chock-full of draining papers. What's worse, I missed two nights of sleep this week on days before crucial papers. I couldn't fall asleep. Must be the stress level. I hope all that studying pays off well.
How I got that hot construction worker's name? I asked the security guard, whom I chat with often. At least his name is not "Muthu". "Muthu" is cute, but too common and stereotypical.
Been watching "Tamil Silverscreen" every Saturday night for the past few weeks. All the male actors were quite average, though there was this really good-looking one in last week's movie. It was about university students in year 3.
I've realised that their (the lead actor's and actress') skin isn't/aren't really dark. They're quite fair, but their Indian physical traits (black hair, brown eyes, etc etc) give them an Asian edge, so they look a lovely mix, very exotic.
Well, I've gotten my haircut. It's just shorter, nothing special. The back-slope feels like a carpet again, and my fringe is done in a slant. It has something pixie about it.
I've been watching old movies recently, and I love them. I like them better than today's modern hollywood flicks. Old movies have more honest, although bad acting, and better taste in music. They carry the emotions to the viewers better. I liked "Singin' in the Rain" when I watched it on the way back from Italy. I watched "Breakfast at Tiffany's" and I loved it so much. Now, I'm watching
"Sabrina". No, it's not about some lame teenage witch.
I think Audrey Hepburn was/is an excellent actress. Plus, she's so beautiful.
How I got that hot construction worker's name? I asked the security guard, whom I chat with often. At least his name is not "Muthu". "Muthu" is cute, but too common and stereotypical.
Been watching "Tamil Silverscreen" every Saturday night for the past few weeks. All the male actors were quite average, though there was this really good-looking one in last week's movie. It was about university students in year 3.
I've realised that their (the lead actor's and actress') skin isn't/aren't really dark. They're quite fair, but their Indian physical traits (black hair, brown eyes, etc etc) give them an Asian edge, so they look a lovely mix, very exotic.
Well, I've gotten my haircut. It's just shorter, nothing special. The back-slope feels like a carpet again, and my fringe is done in a slant. It has something pixie about it.
I've been watching old movies recently, and I love them. I like them better than today's modern hollywood flicks. Old movies have more honest, although bad acting, and better taste in music. They carry the emotions to the viewers better. I liked "Singin' in the Rain" when I watched it on the way back from Italy. I watched "Breakfast at Tiffany's" and I loved it so much. Now, I'm watching
"Sabrina". No, it's not about some lame teenage witch.
I think Audrey Hepburn was/is an excellent actress. Plus, she's so beautiful.
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