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My eyes were itchy only ok
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Listening to Lucky by Radiohead
Went to send pau off at the airport last night. We went there all kooky and silly, laughing and doing stupid things, taking pics with pau (and her mum), and saying even stupider things like "Bring back hot Italian boys for each of us pleaaasseee!"
When we got to the departure gate, and pau hugged me, i could feel the finality of everything. We squeezed a little longer, my words were a little more softer, and when we parted, i felt different.
PAU. YOU HAD TO CRY. Tskkk! Made my eyes itchy also!
Miss you lots and lots darling. Thank you for the lovely heartfelt note, and just to say that i will really miss you and your silliness, our overnights at your place fighting over blanket and space (especially when shanna is next to you, damn suay), wongxi's encounter with the ant and how you laughed like hell, our dvd marathons and our endless aim to scare ourselves to shit.. And not forgetting how much everything meant to us in crescent hockey. i can bet to you that if we dig up that old write-up which you did immediately after our lost in the B Div finals, we'll all remember, and start crying all over again. Because it meant so much to ALL of us. And YOU lead us. And we are so grateful for that.
rockin' at 11:07 PM
Smuuu
Friday, August 25, 2006
Listening to Celebrity Skin by Hole
Hello nabei farah cheebye. i also know its overlapping. You think my eyes can read one layer at a time issit? Like i can just press button "ON" then my eye power can work, "OFF" then come back normal? Nabei. I'm just a lazy lanjiao ok!
Today Vivace (which is actually smu cca day, i know act cheem for what right cca say cca la) ok anyway it was how bloody crowded. But that was good, cos me and terri could people watch! Hoho. We watched alot, like her rat boy and DJ and blah blah whatshisname. And she finally got close enough to rat boy to check out his height. Turns out he wasnt a short ass as i made him out to be :) Signed up for so many bloody things i cant remember exactly how many times i wrote down my email. But i didnt sign up for floorball. i suck at it. Signed up for handball, hopefully i dont suck at it. Signed up for golf. My mom and dad hope i dont suck at it. Signed up for the run team. Hopefully my stamina doesnt suck!!! i think this is the first time i vountarily signed up for so many activities because i'm genuinely interested in them. In JC it was so lame. Join this leh join that leh join us in acting stupid dancing on the field leh.
Was talking to one of my orientation group members, and he made a very obvious point that i never noticed before: that all the smu girls looked alike. It was like a carbon copy for the way they dressed, walked, did their hair. Yes no doubt they are hot, but they all look the same. And i was like ohhhhh.
It sounds really ironic, but somehow i've been perfectly comfortable and confident being myself in this intense world of perfect skin, micro mini skirts and done up hair dos. i can tell you now that i'm honestly comfortable with myself, the most comfortable i've ever been all my life. i went through periods of extreme self-conciousness, and of boosts of confidence, all of which never lasted. i think going to smu, even for this short week, has shown me more than what i have found when i searched for it willingly. That none of that shit actually matters.
i was telling my elder sister the other night, that my image is a kind of a natural sieve. To sieve out any idiots who judge based on appearances. Because i have lovely friends with various piercings, some with tattoos, alot with crazy hair and crazier personalities. And i love them like fuck.
rockin' at 11:46 PM
Yucks
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Listening to Celebrity Skin by Hole
Its almost the end of the first week of uni and already i cant wait for holidays. Aggghhh damn sian. Just got my first piece of homework and i really feel like my mind is a piece of lead deadweight. And i cant seem to understand why i'm always so sleepy and why my eyes always hurt. i think my mom is right, i'm allergic to every form of work.
O and i need to stop coming late for classes. And i need to stop looking damn irritated by people who keep speaking up in class and start joining in. Well at least tomorrow i have some Leadership module which means i dont have to read up for it or anything.
Yesterday i met huijia and qixian in town for lunch after class. HUIJIA ALMOST MADE US STARVE. Stupid ntu so bloody far. It was quite interesting catching up with them. Qixian had alot of stories as usual and huijia alot of complaining as usual haha. But shes damn cool, she made the debate team! We watched Hard Candy after that, fuck that show was quite hard to watch. Qixian's face was that of pure terror hahaha.
Can't wait for saturday night at pau's place!
rockin' at 8:42 PM
Poptart
Monday, August 21, 2006
Listening to Paint the Silence by South
We got so high last night: drinking, taking drags from our sticks, dancing our cheesy, crazy, boogie moves on the dance floor for hours, laughing, singing along to The Cure, going crazy as all girls should do every now and then
rockin' at 1:22 AM
ctrl alt dlt
Saturday, August 19, 2006
Listening to Solsbury Hill by Peter Gabriel
Oh hell hell hell i'm so tired. Just got back from dinner with a few crescent hockers. Laughed alot, ate abit, laughed somemore, drank alot of free refill iced tea, laughed alot more, went toilet, came back and continued laughing. My eyes hurt, i think i'm on zombie status, the period of time where your body is working on the extra reserves you have. But i love shanna and i know her essay is so important :)
Tomorrow is the convocation for SMU students. Cb must dress up somemore, i no "black covered shoes" la. Wear black socks maybe can blend in. Why am i so tired? Yesterday i spent the whole afternoon cutting and dyeing my hair. Got home had to prep the laptop so it could get updated all nicely the next day at school. Today i brought down the thing and it turns out the version of windows is pirated. So cant ugrade to sp2 and cant connect automatically to smu wireless network as a student. So i'll be a guest until i get it fixed. How, you ask? Most probably i'm gonna have to buy the original windows disc, then reformat everything and install the genuine version. Doesnt sound like much work (it isnt, really i can do it in a day) but i got so tired from just TRYING while i was in school. And nabei the bastard at the help centre just blackface me when i asked him what my options were. He was like, "How should i know?! i dont know anything about your status." FUCK I JUST TOLD YOU. Must act pro. Check online status. Cannot listen to the weird foreign fuck with dyed hair and baggy pants cos i may be speaking shit, right. Nevermind. So i head home. Decided to finally fix my wireless connection at home (but havent secured it yet bad i know), and i downloaded all the basic firewalls, anti virus, any spyware software. Also got my favourite desktop background on it :) Now the laptop finally feels like its mine - i'm proud of it the way i'm proud of my home computer. Because when you put hours and days and nights into something, and it comes out all spanking clean and fresh and effective, then its all worth your effort. Anw i most probably wont get the laptop done with genuine windows. Too expensive.
Which reminds me. Fuck i may have to reformat my HOME computer. Because it has the fake windows too, and microsoft keeps bugging me, those money grabbing hungry overfed rich fucks.
Eh dont ask me why i use fake one. i was still a total computer virgin when these were first booted. Now i'm trying hard to be a virgin nerd.
rockin' at 12:38 AM
School's starting
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Listening to Gone by Jack Johnson
School is starting next monday and i'm not looking forward to it. How come i seem to be only one who isnt excited and all worked up with the prospects of a new school, new friends, new teachers, new work, new exams, new fucking stuff to do?!?! i know i am inherently lazy. But honestly, starting over seems like a fucking chore.
Today at lunch my mom told me not to be so anti-social in school. Hahaha. How can. I'm not a friendly, sociable person. I dont know how to go up to someone and "make friends", nor do i particularly want to. i think it should come naturally. That, if we click, we click. I guess that is why i was basically alone for the first week in NJ. But what the hell. It all works out sooner or later. But whatever it is, I wont succumb to the rah-rah bitch culture and the squeals of "hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii", exchanged by girls who barely know each other nor do they barely care much for each other.
At the camp, they asked if we were interested in being facilitators next year. I wrote, "No." Those places should be reserved for the super enthu, super on and super rah rah happy people. i just hope that i meet people like the crazy insane cb-cursing sick fucks of crescent. i love you guys.
rockin' at 4:59 PM
Trapeze Swinger
Monday, August 14, 2006
Listening to The Trapeze Swinger by Iron and Wine
Please, remember me
Happily
By the rosebush laughing
With bruises on my chin
The time when
We counted every black car passing
Your house beneath the hill
And up until
Someone caught us in the kitchen
With maps, a mountain range,
A piggy bank
A vision too removed to mention
But
Please, remember me
Fondly
I heard from someone you're still pretty
And then
They went on to say
That the pearly gates
Had some eloquent graffiti
Like 'We'll meet again'
And 'Fuck the man'
And 'Tell my mother not to worry'
And angels with their gray
Handshakes
Were always done in such a hurry
And
Please, remember me
At Halloween
Making fools of all the neighbors
Our faces painted white
By midnight
We'd forgotten one another
And when the morning came
I was ashamed
Only now it seems so silly
That season left the world
And then returned
And now you're lit up by the city
So
Please, remember me
Mistakenly
In the window of the tallest tower call
Then pass us by
But much too high
To see the empty road at happy hour
Leave and resonate
Just like the gates
Around the holy kingdom
With words like 'Lost and Found' and 'Don't Look Down'
And 'Someone Save Temptation'
And
Please, remember me
As in the dream
We had as rug-burned babies
Among the fallen trees
And fast asleep
Aside the lions and the ladies
That called you what you like
And even might
Give a gift for your behavior
A fleeting chance to see
A trapeze
Swing as high as any savior
But
Please, remember me
My misery
And how it lost me all I wanted
Those dogs that love the rain
And chasing trains
The colored birds above there running
In circles round the well
And where it spells
On the wall behind St. Peter's
So bright with cinder gray
And spray paint
'Who the hell can see forever?'
And
Please, remember me
Seldomly
In the car behind the carnival
My hand between your knees
You turn from me
And said 'The trapeze act was wonderful
But never meant to last'
The clown that passed
Saw me just come up with anger
When it filled with circus dogs
The parking lot
Had an element of danger
So
Please, remember me
Finally
And all my uphill clawing
My dear
But if i make
The pearly gates
Do my best to make a drawing
Of God and Lucifer
A boy and girl
An angel kissin on a sinner
A monkey and a man
A marching band
All around the frightened trapeze swingers
rockin' at 12:13 AM
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