Yeap, I’m off Facebook. This time there aren’t much fancy reasons. Basically, Timeline’s lack of privacy controls kind of creeps me out. It’s not that I particularly mind having information from years ago so easily accessed, it’s more of how I don’t see why they don’t give better instructions on how to make it Not like that. Lack of choice, essentially, made me quit.
Anyway, I’ve pseudo-started work and I like it already. It’s hard not to be happy when you’re in a theme park and everyone’s (including the staff) main objective is to have fun. I’m glad I chose Resort’s World over a $1,500 office job I’d probably have been miserable in.
I’m also incredibly tired, constipated, and messing up French tips. This is a very pointless, update-y type post, because there’s nowhere else I can say things on the net besides this space. It feels kinda nice. Like I can finally streamline my thoughts.
recently i read two book consecutively and by pure coincidence they echoed each other, at least in a skeletal manner.
Amélie Nothomb’s Book of Proper Names and Anais Nin’s Children of the Albatross. at this juncture i need to confess that i’m now and always biased towards Nothomb. besides her ridiculous endings which are surreal to the point of being sublime, i can hold nothing against her. she’s refined but wild, seldom predictable and never pretentious. i don’t think i knew how to read before i read Nothomb. but that’s just me.
both were of orphaned dancers centering their life around ballet. Nothomb’s pursuing perfection in dance and the body, Nin’s similarly exploring the beauty of dance.
the Book of Proper Names was a Mobius strip of un-orientable surrealism – you start out thinking okay, i’ve got this, but it unravels somewhere (you don’t know where) and you find that you’ve exited reality so quietly you’re standing in exactly the same place but everything’s been warped to be completely unrecognizable. Nin’s on the other hand, starts with a creeping sense of unknowing but settles into what i call Coffeehouse Romance.
i dread Coffeehouse Romance in every book/film/cartoon/show i encounter. basically it is anything romantic that is pretty. i don’t know why it scares me so much, but love should be ugly and confusing and completely flawed and wrong because that’s the only way i can believe it. this is not me being disillusioned. Coffeehouse Romance has this insidious way of making me highly conscious of myself holding a book and reading words that are putting images in my mind. it reminds me that i’m reading which is probably the worst case of book-cock-block there is to reading.
probably the best book you can read that balances absolute strangeness with sheer truthfulness in relationships is Shopgirl. it’s highly cognitive, and this analysis is at work even at the novella’s most compact mass of weepy. read if only for Ray Porter’s dissection of how to romance and Jeremy’s intellectual breakthrough which was frankly incredibly sexy and makes me very hopeful about life and men.
the Book of Proper Names, fortunately, had a very hideous streak of romance that was completely weird – and came up only towards the end with a brilliant little front piece about it. like i told Celine, Nothomb’s endings are a shitload of crap. deliberately and rightly so. endings are probably the least important part of the book, and it is probably the least important thing about ourselves too. look at it this way – when it ends, you’ll have to no way to cerebral-ize, celebrate, or mope about it. in a way: it doesn’t matter at all. by extension – book endings don’t matter.
also. i always feel uneasy with endings. because from there there a million billion permutations of how it will. even if it ends in the protagonist’s death, what happens to everyone else? an ending that very explicitly feels like it says: ‘yes. it ends here. it is happy/sad and how it will be forever’, i feel cheated. of course there’s no way around this catch-22 so i live with all the endings i read and get blown away by crazy ones like Nothomb. maybe i should try sci-fi with gimmicky time-travelling. also i suck at writing endings.
2.
i stopped caring much about University. or at least not as much as people want me to. it’s not that i’ve gone complacent or nonchalant about education, but these few months made me realize how minimally school affects what i know.
i get excited thinking about re-entering a place where i’d be given topics to study and where i’d get to learn, but then i thought that right before JC as well. in a way it’s my own fault. i constantly compartmentalize ‘learning’ from ‘school-studying’. the only real way of learning is to build them neuron links – where you actually become more intelligent and shit. somehow i’ve stubbornly offered only the most shallow information-storing, copy-pasting part of my mind to school. we like to think that the education system is flawed and all – which partly yes because it’s time constraint practically forces us to offer only that shallow brain bit (most efficient in the short-run), but it’s about how much i wanted to give as well i guess.
also i have a serious thing about competition (I AM MORTALLY AFRAID OF IT) and i almost never want proper help from people. in J1 a teacher had me aside because she noticed that i seemed averse to asking for help from teachers. and i’ve known this about myself all along – i study best alone and in fact, i learn best when i do everything myself. by everything i mean picking what i want to learn, researching for information on my own, and self-evaluating. (that is probably most of my friends too.) this also means i am academically anti-social. competition paralyses me into wanting to give up and i’d actually much prefer if lessons go like: ‘ok go home and learn about the Cold War by yourself good bye.’ and then also i am incredibly adhd and distracted during everything except lit lectures.
in a very strange, warped way – the better and more effective my teachers are, the less likely i might actually perform.
that’s basically the summary of my schooling life from p1 – j2.
the only reason why i’ve not failed immensely in school is because nearing major exams (and when you’re near death you get that whole gungho, take the plunge shit) a part of me goes – dammit i don’t care already just do anything i want to do. and i’d basically do everything i’m not supposed to do and throw away a worrying amount of notes i’ve been hoarding and sieve out the essential parts and sleep A LOT and watch A LOT of TV (which i maintain is the only way to regulate brain activity). and somehow these techniques always work out right for me. but i don’t want last-ditch successes all the time.
i really, really want to have a stretch of school life where i actually start out right – meaning no one’s telling me how to do it or giving me resources that distract me from my own strangeling learning patterns. so while i’m excited about entering Uni, i’ve pretty much stopped caring which course i’m taking or where i’m going. because i realized it doesn’t matter. wherever you go you’re just learning the same thing. TO THINK. i just want someone to bark at me to learn something and i’ll head off on my own to be some kind of self-built supergenius.
the lack of gratification from my Magikarp-splashed (i.e “NOTHING HAPPENED”) haircut had me re-dye-ing, just to fill the dearth that is expectation of change.
the results.
i know right.
so yesterday i had five un-related people asking me: “YOU VERY FREE AH?”/”ARE YOU VERY BORED?”
yes. yes i am.
but it is also out of this boredom that genius is nurtured. let me show you.
it started when he was raisin hell
all throughout that one Sundae;
we’ve beancurd since then, and after awhile
we went on our seperate wheys.
“things will get butter from here”, they said
“you have to let the mango.”
still, i mustard-mit his absence bread
a sweet-and-sour sorrow.
i know, i know. bow down to me if you wish.
thing is, everyone assumes i’m bored. and in a way i am – because i have nothing i NEED to do (besides uni apps which, yknw, i pretend do not exist).
but there’s so much i WANT to do, it’s like i don’t have enough time every day to finish them all. there’s never a moment where i go: damn i wish i had something to do. there’s just always something to keep my occupied.
…like Hitler genealogy. which (frankly) is what i would much rather do than attend a party.
this is also why i think i’m destined to live as an unemployed friendless gypsy hobo.
AND AND AND!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEBBIE! YOU ARE FINALLY NINE(TEEN)!
YES. i have been trying to post. the past three hundred in my wordpress account are drafts, i just couldn’t get myself to complete them. (usually this means i have a life, as i am always very eager to reiterate.)
also i have lost all ability to write linearly. have been glossing over this with lists (see: past few posts) – an ill-disguised attempt to seem coherent and logical. i fail. this wouldn’t go on for long, i promise. i’ve sustained this place for seven years so it’s another three to hit a nice number. OCD asserts that i’ll not stop till 2016. so anyway, sporadic thoughts that are too long for twitter.
1.
rehearsals, rehearsals.
it’s been going pretty well actually, until last week where we stagnated slightly (slightly!). and then DUMDUMDUM tragedy struck: one of us fell while doing circus stunts and broke half her front tooth. if you know most of us you’d guess by now that it’s Celine. you’re right! so anyway, we were really lucky and Celine got fillings done and was dandy enough to go for rehearsals the very next day.
this very next day i mentioned? well yeah. someone fractured her foot. so by now you’re probably reorganizing other cast members in order of accident-proneness. save it, it was Celine again. YES, FOOL. it wasn’t even for rehearsals: i was waltzing with my bag across the corridor and she thought mimicry was witty. nein, she slipped on a puddle and fell. and you thought that only happened in cartoons (and you wouldn’t believe how incredibly fast i typed that last sentence wow?).
praise the Lord though, she’s fine (despite fracture scare, etc.)
2.
SAFRA for Beni and my birthday.
this year the plan was to kidnap (or abduct now that we’re no longer kids), blindfold, and somehow ferry Benita and I to SAFRA. SAFRA, by the way, a multi-storey hugeass jungle gym for all ages.. although mostly populated by kids and their atrophied parents. AND NOW US.
surprise of the day is: we didn’t get a single parental complain.
so we did the hugeass slides and screamed like babies and played hide and seek. AND THEN THE REAL FUN BEGAN: while hiding, Cel and I wandered into a whole column which Xaver and Amelia (sibling duo of everything Caucasian and adorable) had claimed as their dominion. we got them to be our lookouts against the other catchers. being politically incorrect, i kept yelling at them to find the big Chinese things and keep them as Asian slaves.
SO THEY DID.
but seriously, those kids were amazing. SAFRA wouldn’t have been half as fun without them. Amelia climbed over everyone and will grow up to be a diva.. who climbs around everyone. Xaver, on the other hand – is like Eminem but a lot less annoying. and also he loves shouting and fighting which is just hot.
Xaver’s rap: ‘i.. wenttothestore to buy some peanutbutter but they had NO peanutbutter so i wenttothestore and bought some JAMandBUTTER and i had it with toast and itwasgood.. OOHYEAH!’ meanwhile, Amelia just belly flops on everyone with complete confidence that someone would catch her and also tried to lick all of us (in a cute way).
after a couple hours of play, they got really high. and when kids get high.. Xaver went insanely aggressive and started to banish everyone out of his base and ordering everyone to salute him while shouting I HATE YOU!!! Amelia meanwhile started shooting the foam balls all around yelling BOOBS! BOOBS! (not instigated by any of us, swear).
they calmed down, being the great kids they are. Xaver went to us all charming and ang moh and said ‘anyway.. everything i said just now. i didn’t mean it.’ (WE DIED. stupid ang moh charm lol.)
before they went home, both Amelia and Xaver went to everyone THREE TIMES. one round of hugs, one round of kisses, and then they went around KISSING OUR HANDS. like we were freaking ladies in 18th century England. seriously, those kids.
and it was Amelia’s birthday the next day, so she very gleefully made all of us hold hands in a circle to sing a birthday song. so we skipped around her while she DANCED LIKE A TOTAL DIVA.
i know it’s slightly dumb to say this, but i really really miss them. i felt like i was five and had to part with friends i made throughout the day. why is it so easy to make friends as kids. ..well.. anyway.
…i’m actually kinda upset now thinking those two.
3.
i shall master this. will. for Brutal Demon Sex Maniacs, our band of ocarinas, maracas, ukes, and possibly a jew’s harp if we can find it.
4.
Firefly. is an amazing show.
5.
rush hour MRT poles are like pinoy portkeys, i thought.
then was struck by how good a simile that actually is. since they all hang on for dear life while waiting to actually get somewhere.
finished Kirino’s Out. again, the brilliantly crafted characters. again, the nothing much ending – which i point out not as a downside, more of a Kirino trademark (his books aren’t about the ending. it’s about the characters throughout the book). i prefer Grotesque, though.
and also the Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao. basically, three-hundred-thirty-five pages about an obese colored geek who seeks love and fears dying a virgin – and how he eventually (SPOILERS!) lost his virginity. and promptly died thereafter. it’s not bad, actually. i found his geekiness under explored though. the author kept mixing up nerd with otaku and tended to name drop geektastic terms, only ever going into detail with Lord of the Rings.
also the whole book made me find Oscar incredibly un-shaggable, they didn’t even attempt to make him neater before (SPOILERS!) he got some ass.
it’s good because of the narrative, which works.
OHAI. so now we get to the best part: AMELIE NOTHOMB. remember how i was all over Hygiene and the Assassin? while yeah i wanted to finish everything she’s ever written and i’ve just started on my second: Loving Sabotage. usually second books of first books which were great usually disappoint. THANK GOD, NOT FOR THE FRENCH, NO PEOPLE, NO. Nothomb was so, so skilled, i actually had to dramatically close the page and regulate my breathing because i was hyperventilating from good writing.
what can i say about her writing? she’s bold. arrogant. and anything but pretentious. she says things you wouldn’t have thought, not even subconsciously, and brings them up with such dry wit you find yourself reeling.
I AM VERY, VERY EXCITED.
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i have been walking.. kind of a lot.
firstly, public transport is shit. secondly, ADULT FARE – i didn’t get the extent of it despite the Twitter bitching until a couple of weeks later when my fully topped up thirty dollar card ran out. thirdly, i’ve always loved walking. i just never really had the luxury of time to.
so now, with time, youth, willingness, and a legitimate reason, i’m walking EVERYWHERE. alright not everywhere, but everywhere unless it’s really dumb and would take my half the day.
i’m not sure why i like walking so much – maybe it’s self-induced since my inner compass is absolute crap and i end up having to walk thrice the usual distance (lost). when i was young and homework-less i used to walk home from St. Nicks, which is about twenty odd stops. and i also love circling around Holland V estates like a creeper.
recently i’ve taken to walking to the MRT. if i’ve got to Serangoon and have the time, i’d walk there. that’s like two MRT stops. i’m badass. strangely i’m very fast. sometimes i don’t even notice how much i’ve walked and i’m home. it’s just a thing.
8.
WHICH MAKES ME THINK. MY SENSE OF DIRECTION. it really IS all out shit.
SO IT’S TIME FOR A LIST!
list! list! list!
Five Strangest Incidents My Crap Direction Sense Had Landed Me In
The Crane Miscalculation
this one remains, forever, a Mugger’s classic.
it was Shereen’s and Becky’s birthday surprise, so we all went early to Gloria’s to prepare. when Shereen arrived, i was sent to escort her back to G’s (pretending i’ve only just reached too) (WHY ME? i don’t know why me).
i thought i was really smart too, when i figured the only way i’ll get back alive was if i took note of landmarks. the most obvious and all-encompassing thing being this huge crane (construction going on). so fetch Shereen, etc. all was going well and i was for once aware of directions and was LEADING HER SOMEWHERE.
which turned out to be wrongwhere. because, Weiqing, CRANES. MOVE. (albeit slowly and sneakily.)
Shereen was the one who at last navigated the way to her surprise party, so once again i fail at life. this may also be more telling of my stupidity than lack of compass. ah, well.
The Night-goggles Disorientation
i’ve been having tuition there for awhile. it’s a few minutes walk from a train station, and while i always walk to get there, my mom would pick me up from. once my mom couldn’t make it. the combined force of it being an inverse path AND it being 9pm instead of 7pm was so daunting, i panicked and got lost. yes. I GOT LOST. A ROUTE I TAKE EVERY WEEK. because it was a different sky-color and the other way around.
as you can see, it’s not that my sense of direction sucks, it just does not exist. i get to places through conditioning.
The Epic Mall Escapade
i could NEVER find my way to Xin’s house alone despite leeching around there all the time (much to the wrath/bemusement/annoyance of the rest). so at long last i got myself orientated to the direction (with lots of help from Prata Place, about that – later). AND THEN THEY HAD TO BUILD THE MALL. actually, when they were building, it was fine. i was confident, i was alright, finally i could get to Xin’s house without having to call everyone up.
AND THEN. it finished building and Nex was there in all it’s heartland glory – all silver and shiny and obnoxiously large and disorientating.
so disorientating in fact, that i lost whatever conditioning or inner compass i’ve been carefully nurturing. had to call Xin up for directions after wandering about like a mentally-challenged cat yanked away from it’s mother. and got yelled at “WHAT DO YOU MEAN NEX CONFUSES YOU? IT HAS BEEN BUILDING THERE FOR THE PAST MONTHS. YOU FOOL.”
The Canteen Confusion
i may have mentioned that St. Nicks (AMK compound) is so big, i’ve got lost in it.
maybe you thought i meant that as a hyperbole. i didn’t. by lost i mean, yes. regularly, i hit dead-ends and find myself in strange roof exits and have to retrace my steps all the way back to where i started and pretend i didn’t need to go wherever i needed to go.
the staff room and the MPRs were the most confusing, because the staff room is literally in the heart of a maze (everywhere is a maze to me), while the extension block is just a freaking megabot-transformers-third-arm of a maze i could not figure out. i guess you can forgive me for those.
but the canteen? yes, the canteen. where we go every. freaking. day.
one thing i rely on very much for direction (also why my sense of- has always been crippled) is company. i just let everyone lead me around without noticing the route. so you can lure me down a street in Ulu Pandan (speaking off, i once got so lost i ended up in Ulu Pandan. for serious.) to sell me as shoe factory labour in Nicaragua and i would gladly follow. anyway: everyday, the happy St Nicks friends and i would go canteen together to eat eat.
so what happens when i’m to go to the canteen alone? lose my way. like a loser. haha. haha.
i actually ended up in the top floor of the Primary Block (St. Nicholas compound used by both secondary and primary), it was incredibly weird and i’ve never been there before. it was like Harry with the Room of Requirement, except i didn’t need anything there. and i tried my very best to walk all the way back to my classroom.
also had a hard time finding excuses as to why i didn’t get all the food i was supposed to get for my classmates. “i couldn’t find the canteen.” now you know.
The Misplaced Food-place
i have ONE redeeming quality when it comes to directions:
if this said route has many food places of my immediate gastronomical interest, it is a route easily navigated.
often, it is ‘Old Chang Kee should be on my left, that’s good… right turn at Frolick, uh huh. now face Starbucks and continue until Sizzler’s is in view.’ this is probably the only reason why i even get ANYWHERE. except, of course, food places sometimes change.
one of the most mind-raping routes i can almost never grasp despite going there about twice a week in my studying days – AMK library. for some reason it’s like hell’s labyrinth and i’m destined to never get it right (even now i’m kind of just walking in a general direction to get there, i.e. closing my eyes and walking straight holding Google maps with fear and prayer).
my aim after awhile wasn’t to find my way there, but just to be on a right enough track so i don’t end up in Bishan or Novena or something. banking on my strengths, i created a List of Food Places I Should See That Ascertains I’m On The Right Track.
FOOD PLACES, however, LIKE CRANES, DISAPPOINT. LIKE PEOPLE, THEY CHANGE. and sneakier, even, because they change unsuspectingly when you’ve gotten yourself somewhat familiar and am starting to gather confidence from all the lost faith, dignity, and direction. it is all very upsetting.
Rehearsals tomorrow at 10am. Yeah I’m crazy and also heavily insomniac. Considering I’ll be up the whole of tomorrow night, I’m pretty much screwed. So right now I’m playing online Reversi with Daphne, whom I suspect just chugs down so much sugar she doesn’t need rest to function.
So it happened like this.
After a day of wandering around and getting stuck on the North-South line, went to support JR for her church event where she sang smack in the middle of Orchard Rd. I got home really hungry so I found a bunch of GOLDEN OREOS.
Which are seriously addictive.
And ate a bunch of them. Moral of the story: I tried to sleep and everything up there’s just crazy. It’s impossible to sleep. So I have given up on sleep. Something I have not done before. Hopefully after rehearsals tomorrow I’ll get to crash for a few hours before going out again.
It’s fine though.
As were amazing in that EVERYTHING after just becomes bright and beautiful and nothing much can bring me down. Stuck in the rain -> Oh well at least i’m not stuck at home studying. Can’t sleep -> It’s k no exams tomorrow. MRT breakdown -> Let’s just chill I have much youth and time.
I know I have not been updating for AGES and AGES. Usually that means I have a life.
Although I’d like nothing more than just mooch around the house, really. Oh I HAVE been very into reading and watching crime related stuff though. It does nothing much but bring lots of paranoia and induced trauma into my life. Also I keep reading other’s body language and speech and/or profiling them unnecessarily.
That aside, PROM.
With the girls~
And then there was Post-prom where all the repressed communists came to life. I’m kidding but not really.
OH YES GUYS. I’M LOOKING FOR A JOB. Preferably something that pays reasonably well LOL. I am young and strong, I fear not dogs or cats (and I like wild animals), I can carry plates but whether food on it will remain after contact with me not guaranteed, I can speak fluent English (sometimes hindered by braces) and about half-sentences of Mandarin. I can teach anything except sciences, also not afraid to make lots of noise in public. Ideally you can make me a food-taster with about 2,000 per month?
But anything else is fine – TELL ME IF Y’ALL GOT LOBANG PLSKTHNX. Because if I continue to eat at this rate and variety, I need extra moolah.
all the activities I engaged in while procrastinating became boring once As were over. Funny how I’d be desperate to finish a book (and usually will within a five hour study break.. if you can call it one..) during the period of As, but right now can only finish ONE novel in like, two weeks.
Right so I’ve been reading:
1)
as per Zephyr’s recommendation. Have been craving crime for ages (fueled by Castle, the Mentalist, and John Douglas) and Natsuo Kirino is apparently really good. Like all other books I’ve read written by Asian authors, it didn’t disappoint. I loved the extremely biased and personalized angles for the different characters – you can never know who’s telling the truth. Every character is flawed, twisted, and beautiful because of that. It deals a lot about aesthetics and (i guess) controversial stuff including incest, prostitution, bla. but honestly when you read the novel those aren’t the things that jump up at you. it’s really mostly about human failings. nothing is resolved in the end, though. you just get to know how everyone screwed up. it’s good.
Not much about crime, though. If you know any good crime titles PLEASE RECOMMEND. Maybe of the Agatha Christie/Sidney Sheldon variety? Actually, whatever, I’m a very non-discriminatory reader.
3) Alright like I said I’ve only read that one book so far. :-( Am somewhat into Kiran Desai’s Inheritance of Loss.. but I keep getting bored, distracted or sleepy. NOT that it isn’t a promising novel. Next I’ll do Neil Gaiman and William Golding like a true book whore yes I promise.
And I’ve been watching:
1) You’re the Apple of my Eye.
Guy is cute. Ass is cute. Girl is ANNOYING. Yeah I know most guys are in love with her, but I have no idea why. Girl has got stick up her ass. Dude, who gets pissed over their boyfriend FIGHTING? FIGHTING. IS. AWESOME. It’s a badass sport that MAKES men. Every man must fight at least once in their lives or they aren’t men. You don’t cry and fuss and make your man run in the rain because you decide to spontaneously condemn what natural and, oh did I mention, AWESOME? ALSO HE HAS A CUTE ASS (BARE). YOUR LOSS.
But still, GREAT movie. Consistently hilarious and has a kind of irreverence that brings back a strange nostalgia. Will watch again for cute guy ass parts. I was laughing so hard I cried where the cute ass guy kissed the groom. Cel and Gee cried when they watched too, but for very different reasons.
2) STUDIO GHIBLI MARATHON at Becky’s.
Because Studio Ghibli makes only the most magical of films, like. Watched Nausicaa. I don’t know how, but Ghibli makes a bunch of huge city-devouring bugs and warships incredibly interesting. I feel like I know a greater part of the universe every time I finish a Studio Ghibli movie. So after that everyone wanted to watch Spirited Away which we’ve watched a gabazillionmillion times, so I pulled some votes for Grave of the Fireflies WHICH WAS SAD AS ALWAYS. ALWAYS. I LOVE THAT FILM. Yeah, actually that was all we watched HAHAHA.
OH and Date Night the morning after WHICH WAS SURPRISINGLY GOOD? I mean – Steve Carell and Tina Fey? Not a fan of either, but together they’re funny in a retarded way. Or maybe it’s the tight plot.
3) Rewatched: Easy A, Confessions, The Incredibles. THE THREE MOVIES I NEVER EVER SEEM TO GET TIRED OF EVEN AFTER REPEATED VIEWS. Especially The Incredibles. It’s amazing how many times I’ve watched it and still feel excited when it comes on TV. And that is when I have the DVD.
4) Watched half of Se7en. Because Rotten Tomatoes promised me it’s a good show. But I was NOT prepared for the gore, I repeat NOT. All the dead fats and spewing guts and blood and Brad Pitts, so I went on to else-things.
5) SUCH AS WATCHING MAURY’S. Which I spent the afternoon today doing. HAHA. HAHAHA. Please guys. You have to watch
6) Starting Castle over from Season 1. Finished all HIMYM, Big Bang Theory, My Little Pony and New Girl episodes – so now I’m just wasting away in a fetid circle of waity waitingness by my computer for the new ones. I’m such a loser.
So besides all that I’ve been living in the outdoors too, PEOPLE:
1) OK MAYBE NOT since I’m concurrently playing Pokemon Yellow, Sapphire, FireRed and SoulSilver. SOME HEAVY NERD-TASKING HERE, NO?
2) SLEEPOVERS -> at Xin’s and Becky’s has led us to the conclusion that we are the most ourselves and have the most fun when without undergarments. OK BUT THAT ASIDE, really. I think those moments of rolling around, giggling over nothing and everything, just chilling and pigging out, trolling each other, being at total ease – are what I’ve been looking forward to in the half a year preparing for As. happiness is just that simple.
3) SHOPPIN’. So far physical shopping has yielded little except a blouse and a dress. Ordered my prom dress online but it’s not shipped over yet ANGST.
4) BAKING~~~ at Vanessa’s where we watched hilarious videos on her bed, lolled around, and BAKED plastic-fumed brownies with gay icing. One of the best ways to start out post-As, really. OH and the gooey brownies were (y)
5) SPEAKING OF BAKING. I’VE BEEN EATING. SO. MUCH.
During As I might have forgotten to pig out as much as I do usually (especially with braces). Now with time and companionship, I’ve been travelling the island for FOOD. Also I think my parents think I’ve been starving myself so they’ve been subtly stuffing me up with ice-cream and pizza and fat kid food. WHICH I LOVE.
6) Had a productive meeting with the Pedestrian Productions group. Ok will keep you guys updated on that soon a’ight.
I PROMISE I’LL DO LOTS OF AMAZING THINGS SOON, THINK AMAZING THOUGHTS AND COME BACK HERE AYE-K?
it was altogether such a terrifying experience there wasn’t much relief yesterday when it we were finally done with it. events after – lunch at ichiban-boshi, drugged out shopping, and scaling up the orchard central, was BIZARRE. plain bizarre. we saw colored men in bodysuits trying to drink (and failing because, well duh they were wearing FREAKING BODYSUITS). there was also apparently a cosplay fest we were uninformed of in our stint of reclusion, which was frankly quite scary, and then the star wars troopers and chewbacca and for some reason, sharity elephant, were leading a dragon-dance. i have no idea what happened, really. but anyway.
all i’m gonna do now is read. and read. and read. and eat. and watch billy elliot. also i’ll find some time to update more nonsense here.
challenge of the week: read 30 novels. because PRELIMSPRELIMSPRELIMS then As! here soon and i won’t find time anymoar arghswisshawahah i’m going mad.
tori-go has REALLY GOOD CHICKEN. or i’m just hungry, either.
2.
today, i wrote thirty sides. econs and history. i died. my arm is dead.
3.
BUY CHILE GRAPES. they are nice and juicy and of general awesomity because Chile had the volcanic explosion and my sister says the lava makes for great fertilisers. God, although i will be sad for the people who died in this explosion (where there any?), thank you for nice grapes.
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also, i love katjes. yogurt berries.
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MASTERCHEF IS THE BEST SHOW EVER. RIGHT NOW AT LEAST.
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of the last 5 updates, 4 were about food.
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Channel 8 has this new show and i wanna watch it i wanna watch it it has zoe tay but i need to
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purge my playlist of azure ray because i downloaded three albums based on a couple of their nicer songs AND THEY ARE ANNOYING ON MY iPOD.
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and then i will download patience and prudence THEY ARE SO AMAZING.
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I FINISHED MY CHILEAN GRAPES. sad life is sad kbye.
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