Really beautiful things.
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Wow.
If my life were mine, it would go like this:
After college, for a few years I will live with my closest friends and do nothing but realize myself. Then I will purchase a caravan and start touring the world in my caravan. First I will go to Switzerland, then Georgia, then maybe Nepal or somewhere in the slums but beautiful. Those years belong to myself.
There I will meet my lover, she will be a she – but it doesn’t matter. She will leave behind the life she had and be in mine. We will ride in our caravan around any country we desire to at the moment. We go to Iceland, Greece, Denmark, Italy, England, Japan, Bolivia, Egypt. She will dance – maybe paint – or both. I will do theater. We will both write.
When we move on to another country we sell our old caravan and buy a new one in the new place. After awhile there will be tension, because we want a child but are afraid for the child and there will be uncertainty and that makes us forget we were once in love.
We still write, and act, and dance (or maybe paint) – and because we have ~angsty angst it will be really tragic and ~angst so we become famous. This is where we mature and find ourselves in our art and subsequently we start to believe and we have a child using one of the fancy shmancy artificial child birth thing. We love each other again, this time more than ever.
We have a beautiful son, (and later a daughter – but that’s for later). Our son makes us find God. We travel in our caravan. When our son is a teenager and we are over nearing fifty, we go back to where I started in Switzerland and purchase a vineyard. Our son does everything he loves and wants and succeeds, as does our daughter.
They love to travel as we did, and they do. Slightly lonely after all the adventure, we set up a day care service in our vineyard and everyday we are surrounded by children, animals and wine and vine (or whatever it is they grow in vineyards).
When we are over fifty many of our friends join us there and we have age gracefully.
She will die at fifty-seven, maybe a couple of years after me or before me, and then I will go.
Wow.
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if that was really you
If that was really you.
It was strange. Strange to have felt almost nothing but so much at the same time. As if I were of two separate times, one still remembering what it was like and the other relieved because I don’t need – or even want – this anymore.
What struck me was the way I recognized you. I guess when someone was so much a part of your life once you identify them not by sight but almost by this sensory field radar-esque thing. Odd, I know, but true.
So odd in fact that I somehow still doubt it was really you and felt a little silly turning around to get a better look and all at once there was this weird, weird feeling as if I were in a car with those tinted windows and everyone else can’t see what I’m looking at; like you were in an enclosure – or maybe I was.
Anyway, in retrospect – the fact that it was so surreal made me realize how much has happened in between. I’ve learnt so much, done so much, met so many other people and although I can’t really understand the logical link in this I am suddenly grateful for where I am today and everything that happened.
SO.
I’m trying to get my homework done, and have so far done ONE unseen essay for literature. Which I must say left me languishing in such a thorough sense of accomplishment I forgot I still have a long, long way to go. Things to do: stop stuffing my face together with the mugsclub and/or sleeping all my time away.
Baking/cooking/eating at Xin’s yesterday and today was so blah I can list my schedule in a couple of lines:
wake
eat
sleep
wake
go out
eat
tuition
eat
sleepWOW. JUST WOW. But secretly I’m loving this life.
:-)
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keep you sleepy as the south
So I have been doing nothing constructive to my future as of recent.
Just hanging out a lot and wasting my life away. At the same time, I’m pretty worried that As are less than a year away oh Lord. :-(
On your to-watch list, all of you:
Harry Potter & the Deathly Hallows
Because it’s the best yet since HP1, (which was only great cuz the trio were cute beyond words and Dumbledore wasn’t a menopausal psycho bitxh yet.) no srsly, Daniel Radcliffe went past his angst to portray something good this time. Also, stunning scenery. If not, just watch for Dobby. He’s the only CGI character I have cried so much for.
Easy A
Easily the best chick flick along with Mean Girls. Emma Stone was of pure talent, along with the rest of the cast – just. watch. It’s really really good.
Tangled
Because it is the last Disney Princess movie to ever be produced. No wait – just get it on DVD.
Kokuhaku
ARE YOU KIDDING FRICKIN’ AWESOME AS ALWAYS MINDFUCKING JAPANESE PSYCHOLOGICAL THRILLER. No missing this.
The Other Guys
The trailer was LOL so maybe.
I HAVE ALSO BEEN DOING LOTS OF READING.
BECAUSE OF THIS:
You’re supposed to bold the ones you’ve read and italicize the ones you’ve read parts/excerpts of. Most people have read at least an average of six by middle age or something. It also made me feel really inferior cause I haven’t heard of a full quarter and have read less than half on the list.
1 Pride and Prejudice – Jane Austen
2 The Lord of the Rings – JRR Tolkien
3 Jane Eyre – Charlotte Bronte
4 Harry Potter series – JK Rowling
5 To Kill a Mockingbird – Harper Lee
6 The Bible
7 Wuthering Heights – Emily Bronte
8 Nineteen Eighty Four – George Orwell
9 His Dark Materials – Philip Pullman
10 Great Expectations – Charles Dickens
11 Little Women – Louisa M Alcott
12 Tess of the D’Urbervilles – Thomas Hardy
13 Catch 22 – Joseph Heller
14 Complete Works of Shakespeare
15 Rebecca – Daphne Du Maurier
16 The Hobbit – JRR Tolkien
17 Birdsong – Sebastian Faulks
18 Catcher in the Rye – JD Salinger
19 The Time Traveller’s Wife – Audrey Niffenegger
20 Middlemarch – George Eliot
21 Gone With The Wind – Margaret Mitchell
22 The Great Gatsby – F Scott Fitzgerald
23 Bleak House – Charles Dickens
24 War and Peace – Leo Tolstoy
25 The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy – Douglas Adams
26 Brideshead Revisited – Evelyn Waugh
27 Crime and Punishment – Fyodor Dostoyevsky
28 Grapes of Wrath – John Steinbeck
29 Alice in Wonderland – Lewis Carrol
30 The Wind in the Willows – Kenneth Grahame
31 Anna Karenina – Leo Tolstoy
32 David Copperfield – Charles Dickens
33 Chronicles of Narnia – CS Lewis
34 Emma – Jane Austen
35 Persuasion – Jane Austen
36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe – CS Lewis
37 The Kite Runner – Khaled Hosseini
38 Captain Corelli’s Mandolin – Louis De Berniere
39 Memoirs of a Geisha – Arthur Golden
40 Winnie the Pooh – AA Milne
41 Animal Farm – George Orwell
42 The Da Vinci Code – Dan Brown
43 One Hundred Years of Solitude – Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney – John Irving
45 The Woman in White – Wilkie Collins
46 Anne of Green Gables – LM Montgomery
47 Far From The Madding Crowd – Thomas Hardy
48 The Handmaid’s Tale – Margaret Atwood
49 Lord of the Flies – William Golding
50 Atonement – Ian McEwan
51 Life of Pi – Yann Martel
52 Dune – Frank Herbert
53 Cold Comfort Farm – Stella Gibbons
54 Sense and Sensibility – Jane Austen
55 A Suitable Boy – Vikram Seth
56 The Shadow of the Wind – Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57 A Tale Of Two Cities – Charles Dickens
58 Brave New World – Aldous Huxley
59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time – Mark Haddon
60 Love In The Time Of Cholera – Gabriel Garcia Marquez
61 Of Mice and Men – John Steinbeck
62 Lolita – Vladimir Nabokov
63 The Secret History – Donna Tartt
64 The Lovely Bones – Alice Sebold
65 Count of Monte Cristo – Alexandre Dumas
66 On The Road – Jack Kerouac
67 Jude the Obscure – Thomas Hardy
68 Bridget Jones’s Diary – Helen Fielding
69 Midnight’s Children – Salman Rushdie
70 Moby Dick – Herman Melville
71 Oliver Twist – Charles Dickens
72 Dracula – Bram Stoker
73 The Secret Garden – Frances Hodgson Burnett
74 Notes From A Small Island – Bill Bryson
75 Ulysses – James Joyce
76 The Bell Jar – Sylvia Plath
77 Swallows and Amazons – Arthur Ransome
78 Germinal – Emile Zola
79 Vanity Fair – William Makepeace Thackeray
80 Possession – AS Byatt
81 A Christmas Carol – Charles Dickens
82 Cloud Atlas – David Mitchell
83 The Color Purple – Alice Walker
84 The Remains of the Day – Kazuo Ishiguro
85 Madame Bovary – Gustave Flaubert
86 A Fine Balance – Rohinton Mistry
87 Charlotte’s Web – EB White
88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven – Mitch Albom
89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes – Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
90 The Faraway Tree Collection – Enid Blyton
91 Heart of Darkness – Joseph Conrad
92 The Little Prince – Antoine De Saint-Exupery
93 The Wasp Factory – Iain Banks
94 Watership Down – Richard Adams
95 A Confederacy of Dunces – John Kennedy Toole
96 A Town Like Alice – Nevil Shute
97 The Three Musketeers – Alexandre Dumas
98 Hamlet – William Shakespeare
99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory – Roald Dahl
100 Les Miserables – Victor Hugo
In repentance, I picked up The Time-traveler’s Wife and The Alchemist so as to (however minutely) improve my literary scope. After that I will prolly give in to guilty indulgence and eat up some chick lit.
So as you can see, I’m going nowhere on the academic scale neither am I pimpin’ my portfolio like the rest of the J1 world is. All I’m doing is.. idk. Reading and Lookbooking and Watching Movies and being an obnoxiously carefree teen.
Now to watch Big Bang Theory and then 3 Sisters later (which I got scammed into offering 20 bux for. No srsly, 20 bux and NO TRANSPORT? Angst.)
Alright laterzx.
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HI.
I KNOW, I’M SORRY.
I want to live my life as a hobo riding in a caravan around the world frying wild chicken with a fire made from sticks.
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Camp Re:Act!
Camp ReAct was just.. pure fabulous.
All the moments of crazy, of high, of absolute creativity and spontaneity.
You kids really inspire me. :-)
<3
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きゅうけい
Took the day off to rest.
It was an invigorating day reducing the self into a sitcom-watching, eating, napping non-contributor to Lee’s social state. And a well-deserved one too – at least according to my yardstick for what over-worked is. After tearful days of trying to meet the mentorship deadline (and failing rather miserably), chionging for Oral Presentation, the actual presentation, followed by 5 hours of training, I was ready to kill any bitch standing between my bed and I.
So I ate six dumplings and cheese fries and promptly fell asleep in front of the telly.
And then woke up mid-day, ate, watched the telly (sometimes concurrently), and then fell dead to the world after awhile. It’s like I’m on life support and it’s of such very shoddy quality I’m unable to sustain past 2 hours of Cougar Town.
The only thing that managed to dupe me out of my stupor was the redolence of dinner.
In retrospect I really do sound (at least in cyberspace) like a morbidly obese unemployed American man who eats off the can, steals his neighbor’s cable, and whose greatest achievement is getting a 12 year old online to believe he’s George Clooney. Offense to Americans fully intended.
But I’m not that. I’m just a wasting teenager who believes for this to be appropriate preparation for facilitating a three day camp. After which I will be COMPLETELY FREE. Except of course there’s the whole A LEVEL EXAMINATION NEXT YEAR shizz. I’ll be spiraling into impending madness soon TQVM. Watch me stay alive.
ALSO, WHAT IS WITH TUMBLR?
I don’t get why it’s even a blog? Is it a representation of how degenerate the human capability to produce original statements has become? Because, idk, this whole REBLOGGING shit? You’re essentially just regurgitating pretty stuff you like online. That’s kind of like cheating, and discouraging self creation. It’s appalling and yes I’m looking straight at you Sim Xin Yi.
I’d rather have just one incoherent misspelled post from you then five hundred reblogs of Ron Weasley angst and/or whimsical photos of girls I don’t know looking spastic on a rustic sea of grass and balloons. If you know what I mean.
POST. YOU ARE BETTER THAN THAT BETCH.
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Right Now
Right now I aim to rediscover myself.
It’s a little frustrating, with all the work going on when what I really wanted post-promos is a little rest and alone time-
I just wanna lay around and sleep to be completely honest.
But life goes on~ (and poems due in 1 day.)
:-(
Well, so. Yeah I’m off Facebook, Twitter and MSN if you’ve noticed. Nothing specific, and I really haven’t been planning it at all. It was just a sudden need to get off this cyber-life we’re all revolving around, a whole lot of other reasons including distraction and privacy.
And another, I don’t want my social life to be dependent on the internet. I hate the way I’m so accustomed to random, truncated online conversations. So I’m doing it old school.
I can be found via email or phone- I promise to reply ASAP. Spam me all you want.
Peace out y’all, see you when I do. <3
