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god put a smile on the devil's face.
Aug. 26th, 2006 12:55 pm"The most important thing I learned on Tralfamadore was that when a person dies he only appears to die. He is still very much alive in the past, so it is very silly for people to cry at his funeral. All moments, past, present, and future, always have existed, always will exist. The Tralfamadorians can look at all the different moments just the way we can look at a stretch of the Rocky Mountains, for instance. They can see how permanent all the moments are, and they can look at any moment that interests them. It is just an illusion we have here on Earth that one moment follows another one, like beads on a string, and that once a moment is gone it is gone forever."
Slaughterhouse-Five, Kurt Vonnegut
Hullo Brendan!!!!! *bounce bounce bounce* Next I'm going to have the Lesmana effect and like an invasion of T06-ers.
And so, I've told myself that this post will be a fun one. Ala, I don't know. The Princess Diaries. Hello I ate cornflakes for breakfast and I painted my nails deep pink and what else? I pranced around the grassy knolls with my prince.
Like WTF.
Fuck man, fuck. I just feeling like thrusting my face into the sink where whatever liquid, sweat tears blood, will just... just rise up to the surface and turn from bright red to a cool transparent liquid all over again. Then when I open my eyes, in the water, the molecules slowly seep through the crevices of my eyesockets and the sting sets in. Everything will be a blur. Everything fuzzy and incongruent - but then there is peace as I breathe out in a ream of efferverscent bubbles.
Well well, look at that. I just threw off the whole impetus for me writing! Haha, alright I won't digress anymore. I need to start studying in about 10 minutes.
Let's see... where did I leave off? Is that even the correct phrase? I don't really give a damn now.
I think I mentioned sometime in the now almost distant past, that I was in that trench in the ground. I think I'm surfacing for air now, but I still haven't pulled myself out. I'm getting there. I will turn back into my self who does not lose herself in the flurry of everything that's happening around me and in me.
Then again, you all are just getting an impression.
Today is Saturday. Yesterday was Friday. The day before was Thursday. (Funny, I've never understood the concept of "the day before". The day before when?)
I spent Wednesday with Rachel at Ngee Ann City, exploring the glorious taste of gelato. Mmmm and prank calling/sms-ing Derek. We sat by the huge fountain, just sitting and talking. Waiting. Waiting. We walked around Kinokuniya and looked at architectural books - Rachel with her Germanic hard lines and angular boxes, me with my wood-based buildings with trees randomly popping out - and then ambled around the stationary section. One day I will go book shopping with her (THAT COSMOS BOOK!) and go book shopping with other people where I can flash my Kino-card and poof 10% off. I need to get my fix of Haruki Murakami by the end of this week?
Then we gamboled around Art Friend and The Better Toy Store. Mmm. And watched a child have an art lesson. (JIGGLYPUFF!Actually it was Wigglytuff) Relaxing times at Ngee Ann High sia.
oh! And before I forget. I skipped Fahy's lesson on Wednesday, if I didn't mention that already. First time I worked up enough whatever it was to just not go for his class. But I didn't have the energy to take his shouting and his chauvanistic opinions. I attempted to copy out my HoD notes into my notebook but fell asleep in the end.
Thursday was spent at Gomes' house to print the SRF logo (which sadly paled in comparison to the Hokkien Huay Kuan's shirt! D: ).
And so yesterday was the Teacher's Day concert. Yes, a full week before the actual day itself. The performances were good - especially Fruits & Juices and Manfred the Yo-Yo Man! Like phoar! Jerm was awesome on the saxophone. I jokingly told Greg that he better buck up. But seriously though, how can you let a clarinetist oust you in your speciality! Come on now, my juniors! You can do this! And there was this J1 with such a sexy, deep voice. PHoooooooar. Major eargasm!
I was supposed to meet Clare for a movie in the evening but due to unforseen circumstances, which I shan't elaborate on without being a full-time bitch, was cancelled. So after hanging out with the class at Cash Converters where Esther and Eileen bought $5 typewritters, I headed home for a short nap before heading out to Kovan.
Haha, I really wanted to call out Gomes (and I shall refer to you as Gomes on my own webspace!!) and say "fuck, I'm tired and I'm sleeping and I shan't go" but aiya, I ended up dragging myself out of bed and to Kovan where we met GK and Spencer and headed out to Arab Street.
Pure chillin' out. I haven't had alcohol in ages. Was slightly wary because I wasn't sure if my alcohol level had dropped drastically. I feel a little light headed, probably due to drinking hoegaarden too fast, but that faded after about five minutes. Mmm. But I swear I'm going to turn into a pot-bellied drunkard in the future. Tried a bit of shisha (to which my Dad proclaimed "what is this shisha" and we got into a debate about tobbacco) and I just sat and listened to the guys talk. Heh.
I like long bus rides home. Haha, even though I complain to the skies about our public transport system.
How many of you out there listen or like Counting Crows?
( Counting Crows - Perfect Blue Buidlings )
This probably describes me and me and me again.
( Counting Crows - Anna Begins )
Anna Begins is dedicated, is for, is reflective of and for you. I don't know who you are but it is for you.
Oh well. I have no answers to life, but I do have answers to the A Levels. X3 Time to study. Time to commit academic suicide by plunging into a shitload of books and readings.
Slaughterhouse-Five, Kurt Vonnegut
Hullo Brendan!!!!! *bounce bounce bounce* Next I'm going to have the Lesmana effect and like an invasion of T06-ers.
And so, I've told myself that this post will be a fun one. Ala, I don't know. The Princess Diaries. Hello I ate cornflakes for breakfast and I painted my nails deep pink and what else? I pranced around the grassy knolls with my prince.
Like WTF.
Fuck man, fuck. I just feeling like thrusting my face into the sink where whatever liquid, sweat tears blood, will just... just rise up to the surface and turn from bright red to a cool transparent liquid all over again. Then when I open my eyes, in the water, the molecules slowly seep through the crevices of my eyesockets and the sting sets in. Everything will be a blur. Everything fuzzy and incongruent - but then there is peace as I breathe out in a ream of efferverscent bubbles.
Well well, look at that. I just threw off the whole impetus for me writing! Haha, alright I won't digress anymore. I need to start studying in about 10 minutes.
Let's see... where did I leave off? Is that even the correct phrase? I don't really give a damn now.
I think I mentioned sometime in the now almost distant past, that I was in that trench in the ground. I think I'm surfacing for air now, but I still haven't pulled myself out. I'm getting there. I will turn back into my self who does not lose herself in the flurry of everything that's happening around me and in me.
Then again, you all are just getting an impression.
Today is Saturday. Yesterday was Friday. The day before was Thursday. (Funny, I've never understood the concept of "the day before". The day before when?)
I spent Wednesday with Rachel at Ngee Ann City, exploring the glorious taste of gelato. Mmmm and prank calling/sms-ing Derek. We sat by the huge fountain, just sitting and talking. Waiting. Waiting. We walked around Kinokuniya and looked at architectural books - Rachel with her Germanic hard lines and angular boxes, me with my wood-based buildings with trees randomly popping out - and then ambled around the stationary section. One day I will go book shopping with her (THAT COSMOS BOOK!) and go book shopping with other people where I can flash my Kino-card and poof 10% off. I need to get my fix of Haruki Murakami by the end of this week?
Then we gamboled around Art Friend and The Better Toy Store. Mmm. And watched a child have an art lesson. (JIGGLYPUFF!
oh! And before I forget. I skipped Fahy's lesson on Wednesday, if I didn't mention that already. First time I worked up enough whatever it was to just not go for his class. But I didn't have the energy to take his shouting and his chauvanistic opinions. I attempted to copy out my HoD notes into my notebook but fell asleep in the end.
Thursday was spent at Gomes' house to print the SRF logo (which sadly paled in comparison to the Hokkien Huay Kuan's shirt! D: ).
And so yesterday was the Teacher's Day concert. Yes, a full week before the actual day itself. The performances were good - especially Fruits & Juices and Manfred the Yo-Yo Man! Like phoar! Jerm was awesome on the saxophone. I jokingly told Greg that he better buck up. But seriously though, how can you let a clarinetist oust you in your speciality! Come on now, my juniors! You can do this! And there was this J1 with such a sexy, deep voice. PHoooooooar. Major eargasm!
I was supposed to meet Clare for a movie in the evening but due to unforseen circumstances, which I shan't elaborate on without being a full-time bitch, was cancelled. So after hanging out with the class at Cash Converters where Esther and Eileen bought $5 typewritters, I headed home for a short nap before heading out to Kovan.
Haha, I really wanted to call out Gomes (and I shall refer to you as Gomes on my own webspace!!) and say "fuck, I'm tired and I'm sleeping and I shan't go" but aiya, I ended up dragging myself out of bed and to Kovan where we met GK and Spencer and headed out to Arab Street.
Pure chillin' out. I haven't had alcohol in ages. Was slightly wary because I wasn't sure if my alcohol level had dropped drastically. I feel a little light headed, probably due to drinking hoegaarden too fast, but that faded after about five minutes. Mmm. But I swear I'm going to turn into a pot-bellied drunkard in the future. Tried a bit of shisha (to which my Dad proclaimed "what is this shisha" and we got into a debate about tobbacco) and I just sat and listened to the guys talk. Heh.
I like long bus rides home. Haha, even though I complain to the skies about our public transport system.
How many of you out there listen or like Counting Crows?
( Counting Crows - Perfect Blue Buidlings )
This probably describes me and me and me again.
( Counting Crows - Anna Begins )
Anna Begins is dedicated, is for, is reflective of and for you. I don't know who you are but it is for you.
Oh well. I have no answers to life, but I do have answers to the A Levels. X3 Time to study. Time to commit academic suicide by plunging into a shitload of books and readings.
