I hate mind mapping.
Monday, May 30
Sunday, May 29
some kind of beautiful
conversations are supposed to lag once every seven minutes. however, in my experience seven seconds are usually more than enough.
something's happened. or something's happening. i prefer staying on campus and in studio instead of going home, or getting another life in addition to Music, Television, the Internet, School, Movies, Money, Home and Family. or trying to make or keep friends. it shouldn't be this hard. i'm letting go, i don't want to try any more, i don't want to make the effort, i don't want to be monosyllabically placated. it's quite simple: you either are, or you're not. no amount of hiedstatt chocolate cake, sweet secrets' chocolate royale cake, black-eyed peas singles, gershwin broadway musicals, abysmal dinners at olio bites, weird drinks mixed with vermouth and bombay sapphire or lime in a martini shaker, canadian pizza, homecooked pasta, big ben's pies, absolut currant at seoul garden, thomas paine's common senses, huge pink gloomy bears, linkin park records, jet records, the ataris records, colin raye records, apples in stereo records, leather-bound diaries from bookbinders, guess watches, dkny watches, french phrasebooks, brown nobleman shirts, anna sui's dolly girls, hugo boss's boss in motion with deoderant and lacoste toiletries thrown in, ... and i'm out.
it probably happened when i turned right to exit the station in the direction of the library before i even could think to think about detouring left like i always do. like i used to do.
and, i know, this isn't going to stop me from giving or taking anything like what's above. but when i do it in the future, it's not going to guarantee that i mean something, care about it, care about you, even like you.
because, as i've said before, you either are or you aren't. if you don't like to wear your heart on your sleeve, you can't blame people for not noticing its intentions, or that it's even there.
i'm starting to become afraid of virigina woolf.
oh, and the beach was a bitch to watch. this should teach me to watch something because guillaume canet was in it, and it can't be that bad if he accepted a role in it, can it?
something's happened. or something's happening. i prefer staying on campus and in studio instead of going home, or getting another life in addition to Music, Television, the Internet, School, Movies, Money, Home and Family. or trying to make or keep friends. it shouldn't be this hard. i'm letting go, i don't want to try any more, i don't want to make the effort, i don't want to be monosyllabically placated. it's quite simple: you either are, or you're not. no amount of hiedstatt chocolate cake, sweet secrets' chocolate royale cake, black-eyed peas singles, gershwin broadway musicals, abysmal dinners at olio bites, weird drinks mixed with vermouth and bombay sapphire or lime in a martini shaker, canadian pizza, homecooked pasta, big ben's pies, absolut currant at seoul garden, thomas paine's common senses, huge pink gloomy bears, linkin park records, jet records, the ataris records, colin raye records, apples in stereo records, leather-bound diaries from bookbinders, guess watches, dkny watches, french phrasebooks, brown nobleman shirts, anna sui's dolly girls, hugo boss's boss in motion with deoderant and lacoste toiletries thrown in, ... and i'm out.
it probably happened when i turned right to exit the station in the direction of the library before i even could think to think about detouring left like i always do. like i used to do.
and, i know, this isn't going to stop me from giving or taking anything like what's above. but when i do it in the future, it's not going to guarantee that i mean something, care about it, care about you, even like you.
because, as i've said before, you either are or you aren't. if you don't like to wear your heart on your sleeve, you can't blame people for not noticing its intentions, or that it's even there.
i'm starting to become afraid of virigina woolf.
oh, and the beach was a bitch to watch. this should teach me to watch something because guillaume canet was in it, and it can't be that bad if he accepted a role in it, can it?
Tuesday, May 24
Shouldn't Have Done That
I couldn't sleep, and so rose and picked up where i left off with the book i was reading. Now i've gone and finished it, all four hundred and thirty five pages, and it's past three in the morning. Worse, this's the second of three loans from two libraries i made less than three days ago. So that leaves me with only one more book before i have to go back to one.
a house is not a home
i should freaking be asleep. but i'm too everything to sleep. i wish you knew what i meant.
there's a free breakfast i'm invited to going on in seven hours at TCC. no, not The Coffee Connoisseur, Temasek Convention Center. it marks the start of the semester and preceeds the talk given by the director before the start of every semester.
after that, i need to sort out my sister's school smartcard at Tiong Bahru, for which she submitted my brother's birth certificate in a cold-medicine haze. after that i need to bring the birth certificate to Lavender, where my brother needs to register for his identity card, which is a week overdue, once done i need to bring the smartcard to Toa Payoh to meet my sister.
i think i miss design school orientation. i only think i do because i wasn't an official part of it, but there's even a photo of me in the post-orientation online gallery [also: i need to decide what exactly it is i want to do with my hair]. the thing is that bits of it seemed enormous fun from the outside looking in.
i want my PowerBook back. i fear i suffer from abandonment issues, and i fear this particular one is at fever pitch. withdrawal is not a good thing.
the warranty on my PowerBook ends on the sixth of June. the same day our residential reprieve at Chuan Park ends. five hundred dollars will extend the AppleCare Protection Plan on my PowerBook for another two years. sadly the same cannot be said for Chuan Park.
i managed to spend over two hundred dollars at Zara without wanting a single thing there. that's what sisters can do.
my freshman-to-junior break is over. and i'm not really sure what happened before, during or is going to happen after it.
there's a free breakfast i'm invited to going on in seven hours at TCC. no, not The Coffee Connoisseur, Temasek Convention Center. it marks the start of the semester and preceeds the talk given by the director before the start of every semester.
after that, i need to sort out my sister's school smartcard at Tiong Bahru, for which she submitted my brother's birth certificate in a cold-medicine haze. after that i need to bring the birth certificate to Lavender, where my brother needs to register for his identity card, which is a week overdue, once done i need to bring the smartcard to Toa Payoh to meet my sister.
i think i miss design school orientation. i only think i do because i wasn't an official part of it, but there's even a photo of me in the post-orientation online gallery [also: i need to decide what exactly it is i want to do with my hair]. the thing is that bits of it seemed enormous fun from the outside looking in.
i want my PowerBook back. i fear i suffer from abandonment issues, and i fear this particular one is at fever pitch. withdrawal is not a good thing.
the warranty on my PowerBook ends on the sixth of June. the same day our residential reprieve at Chuan Park ends. five hundred dollars will extend the AppleCare Protection Plan on my PowerBook for another two years. sadly the same cannot be said for Chuan Park.
i managed to spend over two hundred dollars at Zara without wanting a single thing there. that's what sisters can do.
my freshman-to-junior break is over. and i'm not really sure what happened before, during or is going to happen after it.
"Rory, the penal system isn't something to enjoy, it's something with a name that makes us giggle."
-Lorelai Gilmore, in Gilmore Girls 0522: A House Is Not A Home
Friday, May 20
Thursday, May 19
powerless
why can't my fricking life pause just long enough for me to send my PowerBook for repair?
also: revenge of the sith is a seriously bad movie, free sneak preview tickets and complimentary jumbo popcorn and coke combo or not.
also: revenge of the sith is a seriously bad movie, free sneak preview tickets and complimentary jumbo popcorn and coke combo or not.
Wednesday, May 18
Tuesday, May 17
Saturday, May 14
Friday, May 13
0402
of course they would never really do it, but the very idea of trashing a PowerBook? is just wrong. is just unbelievable.
it'll be a cunt of a day today, i'm sure of it.
it'll be a cunt of a day today, i'm sure of it.
Wednesday, May 11
the showdown
The Return Of The Nana? wasn't so good. The Showdown? wasn't so good either. mostly because i cannot believe that they would dare to pull a stunt like having kirsten's rental Jeep Grand Cherokee be run over by this huge behemoth of a container truck. i was suspicious when she dropped her Motorola whilst drunk and talking to sandy, driving. i was still in shock when she narrowly missed being run down by some Chevorlet SUV. and when the fricking huge truck loomed, i gasped. the Jeep flipped.
yes, i gasped. hold me.
i should have suspected something when sandy took the Range Rover to the shop because he heard a weird noise, and got her a rental. the Jeep isn't a cheap car, but nothing compared to a Range Rover. that was handled rather well, though; at least the Jeep got totalled for real, and they didn't switch out the cars at the last second [Lexus LS430/Hyundai Sonata, anyone?].
i'm not loving any of the other storylines though.
also, on an absolutely unrelated note, i didn't want to do it, but i did, because i think i needed to.
yes, i gasped. hold me.
i should have suspected something when sandy took the Range Rover to the shop because he heard a weird noise, and got her a rental. the Jeep isn't a cheap car, but nothing compared to a Range Rover. that was handled rather well, though; at least the Jeep got totalled for real, and they didn't switch out the cars at the last second [Lexus LS430/Hyundai Sonata, anyone?].
i'm not loving any of the other storylines though.
also, on an absolutely unrelated note, i didn't want to do it, but i did, because i think i needed to.
Tuesday, May 10
the self-destruct button
"what's that saying? why do i keep hitting myself with a hammer?
because it feels so good when i stop."
Monday, May 9
reamed out
it's really fucking annoying when someone who sports golden hair, smokes copiously, drinks beer and once had his axillary hair cut off with a pair of scissors also owns the same piece of magnesium-and-anodized-aluminum razor-thin technology as you do.
i bloody fucking hate alvin chow.
i bloody fucking hate alvin chow.
Sunday, May 8
the new channel 5 beat
i hate channel five's new coporate look. it is bloody irritating, and i do not fricking want to look at Verdana and whatever that other irritating typeface is every time i'm watching channel five.
Saturday, May 7
blinking lights and other revelations
it's beautifully delicious. i've only listened to the first disc, so i might be off, though that's not likely.
and i wanted to blog about something else as well. but i forgot what it was.
so, um, goodnight.
and i wanted to blog about something else as well. but i forgot what it was.
so, um, goodnight.
Friday, May 6
note to self, for future reference
the default action for a Motorola phone, when a Bluetooth headset connects to it during the ringing of an incoming call, is to accept the call with audio routed to the headset.
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