Tuesday, March 18, 2003 .:

I'm terza rima, and I talk and smile. Where others lock their rhymes and thoughts away I let mine out, and chatter all the while. I'm rarely on my own - a wasted day Is any day that's spent without a friend, With nothing much to do or hear or say. I like to be with people, and depend On company for being entertained; Which seems a good solution, in the end. What Poetry Form Are You?

whee~!

I am the sonnet, never quickly thrilled; Not prone to overstated gushing praise Nor yet to seething rants and anger, filled With overstretched opinions to rephrase; But on the other hand, not fond of fools, And thus, not fond of people, on the whole; And holding to the sound and useful rules, Not those that seek unjustified control. I'm balanced, measured, sensible (at least, I think I am, and usually I'm right); And when more ostentatious types have ceased, I'm still around, and doing, still, alright. In short, I'm calm and rational and stable - Or, well, I am, as much as I am able. What Poetry Form Are You?

i guess a li'l mix of both is pretty good ^__^ hee.

block tests are coming. sigh. i know i have tonnes to do, but i can't bring myself to do it. i've worked so long, i really want a rest. just one short itty bitty rest... -sigh-

  she took the flowers and left at 9:17 AM

Saturday, March 15, 2003 .:

funny. but pakkers, you make a lot of sense. ^_^;; it's strange that the close acquaintances (?) seem to be the prevailing voice of reason always. thanks joce and pak. though you both'll probably never see this... you guys are really therapeutical to talk to about The Issue...

though i am still a stubborn bitch. i was not in the wrong.

(you mean you refuse to admit you're in the wrong.)

oh. fiddlesticks.

  she took the flowers and left at 5:09 PM

Sunday, March 09, 2003 .:

phew. finally... thanks to the seniors, i have a full-day holiday tomorrow, and finally time to unwind ^_^ been so horribly busy since the beginning of the year, what with o1, then cny, then dramafeste and eleco open house... -phew-

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cny was pretty good. i can't really comment, cos i was functioning on auto-pilot. cos the last night we left school at 11, reached cheryl's house near 11.30, and by the time, we bathed and slept, it was 1 am. only to get up a 4 frickin 15 am. and the sky looked ominously red as we used newspapers to dry up the water in the central plaza and hauled out the centrepiece... and whaddya know? the minute everyone reports to their stations? it starts pouring. and everyone just dies. thankfully the teachers opt to go ahead with it... and it looked pretty nifty in the rain... only the gold paint got washed off... and we got this puddle of gold in the central plaza we named fountain of wealth >_< the rest of cny is honestly a blur. me and xingyi just tottered around doing miscellaneous stuff no one else would do (like clearing rubbish bins. =P) i know it was a successful event, but my state of mind just didn't really allow me to feel for it... plus the fact that there was some residue of pride for orientation still in me... don't know. just so stoned.

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dramafeste it started out so awful, with no one auditioning, and the one's who did... quite atrocious (the simon cowell in me tried to come out... but i kept it in) so we started with a somewhat enthused, yet lacklustre cast... but they blew my socks off.

i didn't think i'd like them much, what with all the tardiness and canoe trainings, and inability to get venues... but on full dress they really brought it home... ^_^; loud, and confident... but then the first night was ghastly. (simon reared his ugly head) slipshod acting, rushing through lines forgetting everything i told them -faints- i nearly died. to quote nick perry "well, that was rather incomprehensible!" but the second night... after adjustments to suit hc audiences... the laughs weren't as big, but we got a more balanced play... and 'brian' completely stole the show. ^_^ i just cried during final debrief. i was so proud of them...

it's so odd, but these brats really grew on me, you see the softer, cuter side of nerissa and the endearing jockish-ness of kep kee and jillian's awkward gawky niceness and kai yuan's boyish charm... what took the cake was later at night the kids sms-ed me, and lai hung and kep kee thanked me for giving them this chance, but my favourite is kai yuan's "you have been like a loving mother to us" (my sec school friends would have a fit if they heard that. i am NOT a maternal person. i don't like babies.)

then a few days ago i met kai yuan outside the library, and the boy got 11 points, so it's impossible for him to stay in hc... and i think he could tell i was quite sad cos he kinda patted me on the shoulder and said it was ok... sigh. he was my favourite of all the kids... ;_;

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american idol i never had a chance to watch the show prior to this week cos i had piano lessons on thurs, but i taped this week's wildcard round... and WOW. i am completely bowled over by clay aiken. he's got this geekish cool about him (no where near good-looking) but his voice. WOW. it would reduce me to tears if i was feeling particularly sentimental that day. but WOW. he is completely... O_O but it's quite scary to see people on the net calling him sexy and handsome and hot because he's not quite all that -cracks up- but his voice. WOW.

i now completely worship the ground he walks on and if he doesn't win american idol, i'll riot.

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ahem. and just so you don't get jealous. congrats to you too for getting second at talentime. not bad, considering the competition you were up against... -hug-

  she took the flowers and left at 8:32 AM

dO nOT hUNT tHE bUNNIES
because i bizarrely really liked the picture of rukia that i drew, i made a [depressive] blog layout out of it. go me. and look-- so many shades of grey! and the font used on the separator is goodbye cruel world. isn't this just a basketful of sunshine. depressive header title is the title of the instrumental theme that plays in the episode where rukia leaves karakura for soul society. kuchiki rukia is from the manga/anime series Bleach and belongs to Kubo Taito, yo. art belongs to meMeME.

cURRENTLY iNGESTING: Ulysses, James Joyce

sQUARE pEG
ai is a struggling and penniless university student alternating her time between humid ol singapore, and freezing | sweltering* york, england. she has finally hit the big two-oh, and everyday she weeps and beats her breast, and sighs, and heaves, and cries herself to sleep for the wild and feckless youth she never had. she now spends her time wondering about authors and readers and texts, and how they all annihilate each other. she's had a pleasant life, the one we've all had, filled to the brim with the love of absent things. (she also loves alfian sa'at's poetry, in case you hadn't noticed.) if you think you can make her toes laugh, or if this blog has been your secret guilty pleasure, do feel free to find her at hotmail or yahoo
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a-squared (group blog)
alanna
alfian sa'at (O_O)
alvin
angie
april
bean
christie and cuifen
count olaf
darth vader (roxors!)
esther
en qi
foxed
grace
history girl
jiamin
jing jing
The One Who Thinks I Hate Her
kelvin
ling
louis
min
natalie
pak
pei lin
pepper
pooh
raining
shaRon
victoria
wee zi
xingyi

eVERYTHING sPARKLY
10k commotion
the adventures of pudding
arcana
average jane
babochka
demonology 101
desert rocks
directions of destiny
golden
i harth darth
lapis aquae
luke chueh
Melody
the new adventures of bobbin
No Rest for the Wicked
OrientR
the perry bible fellowship
the powerpuff girls doujinshi
reman mythology
saturnalia
schism
sea of insanity
sinfest
Soul-d
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square brain
potter puffs!
zero sleep beauty
zombies calling

big top
zits
heart of the city

tHE gREEN fAIRY
potter puppet pals
online comics directory
j k rowling
lemony snicket

aBSENT pRESENCES

to lose 5kg

any Full-Metal Alchemist illustration or fanbook (thankies, cui!)

bleach merchandise *___* need. the. shiny. merchandise.

eiko den dvd (FY)

cosplay as edward elric from FMA

cosplay as kotoko from chobits

high cost of living and time of your life

goodbye chunky rice by craig thompson

carnet de voyage by craig thomson

his dark materials trilogy

blackadder dvd set

buffy the vampire slayer dvd set

the simpsons dvd sets

a library membership (for the dvds)

watase yuu artbooks

shin takahashi artbook for saishu heiki kanojo

matantei loki ragnarok artbooks

Count Cain 1, 2, 3, 7

Emily the strange

lenore (or any other roman dirge comic)

death notebook

to bring myself to watch the silence of the lambs trilogy

guts of steel

constancy

past deeds of unspeakable pain and terror

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