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Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Green is the colour for fall.




A change of pillowcase, please.

Monday, October 29, 2007
Morning Commuting

This isn't another rant about Singaporean commuters. Not today, that is. It's my first time blogging on the crowded train, seated comfortably with my laptop and bag expertly balanced on my lap. For some reason, I'm not experiencing any Monday Blues today. My Monday Blues usually stem from a sense of guilt that arises from not making good use of the weekend, but since I spent Saturday morning and the whole of Sunday productively, I'm pretty satisfied with the amount of work I've managed to complete. It's going to be a hectic week ahead, with a consultation session for a position paper, interview with a professor for a project, meetings with the V Bash main and sub-committees, essays, projects and some other things I told myself I would do – swim/gym/run at least 3 times a week (Oh, the infernal weight gain. L ), clean my room, start studying for exams and help Mum with the housework. I feel really bad about not being home most of the time, not spending quality time with her whenever I'm home, getting all defensive and arguing with her over every innocuous little remark when I'm really just pissed off at myself for certain things. I think about how her loving hands have touched the iron that pressed the clothes on my body, about the sandwich she made for me while I was in the shower that so effectively dispels all morning hunger pangs......and I just want to give her a big, fat hug and hold onto her for as long as I can.


Sunday, October 28, 2007
" ......and tell you how you're such a Wondergirl."

On a late, lonely night, someone said this to me in a SMS. It made me smile through the tears that were soaking my pillow.

You know who you are. (:

You're missed.

We'll go to Bavaria, my love.
We'll go to Bavaria, my love.

Look how I'm forgetting you....
Look how I've forgotten you.
Look at me.

Another crazy week of school has flown by, with me barely keeping up. I'm in the planning committee for V Bash (V for Varsity) 2008, which adds to my list of school-related commitments. Sometimes I wish I wasn't involved in anything at all, just so I can concentrate on my school work. But then again, I know I don't really want that.

Giggle wiggle. Haha, I'm having a Ka Fai moment. Oh, please do come for V Bash! It's open to people who're not from NUS as well. Watch this space for more details!

On a different note, I'm disturbed by JK Rowling's "Dumbledore is gay" revelation. Seriously. Disturbed. I mean, I'm never going to look at any line that goes something like, "Dumbledore gazed at Harry" the same way again. It's like that Chinese proverb about adding legs to a drawing of a snake, which implies an unecessary act that results in negative consequences. The Harry Potter series was such a dream - now people will just keep questioning and questioning. Oh Miss Rowling, what have you done? It's like 'burning your child'. :(

Then again, controversy sustains the attention of the press. Hmmm.


Lit discussion with Melv was superduper productive - I shall aim to finish my John Donne essay tonight. Had a meet up session with Weldie, Maria(I still found it super weird when I had to introduce him as "Zhi Zhan".) and Ozy at Eastpoint Sakae after that. Meihui-san couldn't join us 'cos she overslept, shame on her. ;) Oblivious to the noisy surroundings, our little table seemed to have been transported back into the days when we were crowded around the big table in the TJC Council Room, just chilling and talking about nothing in particular. It felt like there was a temporary force field protecting me from the academic minions of varsity life with them around(Namely, Projects and Assignments.) and I found myself feeling rather emotional when Maria had to leave early for his driving lesson. He's still so calm and decisive, with that air of self-assurance that tells you everything will be alright with him around. And there was Weldonweldieweld and his 'cockanaden' remarks, just being the good listener he is...and laid-back prettyboy Ozy with his quiet charm and genuine down-to-earthiness. People I care about, people who care about me. I know it's only been a year, but gosh, we were so very young then.

Tripping, slipping
Falling, tumbling -
Enough.

'cos your hands are full.

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Thursday, October 25, 2007
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Sunday, October 21, 2007
Another one bites the dust.

Once again, Cindy has reminded me that we are approximately 5 weeks away from our exams. November. Oh, joy. 5 weeks before the A-levels, I was hunched over notes and Ten-year Series, working away like a crazed Igor on steroids by 4.30 a.m.. Now, it's 5 weeks before the exams, approximately 2 weeks before a very important (AHEM) project is due and I'm watching video clips of Family Guy on YouTube. Some plan. Eh?

If I were Hedda Gabler I would suffocate Tesman in his sleep for that insufferable 'eh' he puts at the end of every sentence.

We'll blow it away, blow it away
Can we make this something good?
Maybe.

Waste not,
Those pretty little sighs.

For she will rise -



'Cause a part of me is dead and in the ground.




The rest remains unwritten.

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Saturday, October 20, 2007
Awwwwww.

Such a sweet little angel.

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Friday, October 19, 2007
Stewie's the man.

Enjoy!


Little Stewie - The most popular videos are here


The next one's for my EL1101E project mates.


Family Guy - Rap - The most popular videos are here

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Wednesday, October 17, 2007
To: Friend

Sigh a pretty little sigh
And keep walking,
Keep walking.

Sunday, October 14, 2007
I want a purple elephant.

Just spotted some typos in one of my previous posts. Unfortunately, proofreading has never been a strong point of mine.

So we finally meet, my dearest bestie. After nearly a year and countless cancelled appointments, we finally had one of our fabulously random conversations. There always seems to be a non-exhaustive list of things to talk about, and always so little time. As usual, you're completely spot-on about so many things.

A pinch of nostalgia, and some regret.
Add a dash of bittersweetness, too.

Sine Curve, Cosine Curve.

Nyahah.

You're so precious, you really are. (:

Friday, October 12, 2007
An echo of a heartbreak.

I wonder if there's a proper word for that somewhere. Random digression: don't you just get so irritated when you're looking for a word to describe something but can't seem to get it exactly right? There should be a proper word for that as well! It would be pretty handy, especially for people who constantly get writer's block, like yours truly.

A crushing sense of renewed loss, the shattering of peace.
Disobedient hands picking at the edges of the scab covering a healed wound...
Healing, actually.
Bit by bit, until a bead of blood appears.

That burning sensation prickling my eyelids.

Where do I begin?

Solitude.

Spinning, laughing, dancing to
her favorite song
A little girl with nothing wrong
Is all alone

Lectures, tutorials, projects. PROJECTS! Gahhh. Think back to the time in primary or secondary school, when a project consisted of a single chart with some pictures and blocks of texts. It was so simple that we could just finish it in one entire day!

Come to think of it, everything was much simpler then.

Eyes wide open
Always hoping for the sun
And she'll sing her song to anyone
that comes along

I haven't been able to sleep properly for quite some time. The eyebags are terrible, and someone commented that I could go shopping with them. Sometimes, I dread the moments before I fall asleep...when I think of all the unfinished assignments, readings and upcoming tests (yes, si mugger), and all that emotional fluff-stuff.

Think, Thank, Thunk.


Fragile as a leaf in autumn
Just fallin' to the ground
Without a sound

A friend who just celebrated her 19th birthday on Tuesday was commenting about how old she felt. 19 is by no means "old", but it definitely wasn't the first time I heard that uttered by someone from my age group. I think "weariness" is the appropriate word here? Products of a system that's all about rush, rush and rush...hmm.

Crooked little smile on her face
Tells a tale of grace
That's all her own

I don't know where I should begin.

Hey, stranger. How do you do.


Fragile as a leaf in autumn
Just fallin' to the ground
Without a sound

I'm smiling to myself as I think about the 3 silly girls who just want me to be happy.

Hyperpersonal communication!!!! So applicable. -giggles-
Whimsical, schimsical.

Spinning, laughing, dancing to
her favorite song
She's a little girl with nothing wrong
And she's all alone

A little girl with nothing wrong
And she's all alone

More hugs would be nice.


So incoherent, I know.

Thursday, October 04, 2007
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words how wonderful life is
While you're in the world

Come on, Pearlyn. Stop thinking.

leave a tag
speak to me



The Girl
ladeedum.

pearlyn
I thrive on temporary highs.
Neurosis is my middle name.



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