Saturday, April 30, 2005
I've said it before, and I'll say it again:
I hate plagiarizers!
Get your own thoughts. Don't take mine. I don't get how people can do that, ripping someone's words and passing it off as their own. Sure, it makes more sense when you lift information off articles for a school report or something. It's not right, but it makes sense. More sense than copying the words off someone's blog and using them like it came from you. How weird is that? You've taken my thoughts, so here, you want my life too?
Ah. Ranting is good.
But wait, I'm not done yet. Are all old people grouchy? Why? I encountered a cranky old woman in town today. And there was once I was at the supermarket, and my mom and I were standing in an aisle that was rather narrow. Suddenly this old woman came CHARGING, shopping basket in hand, which subsequently scraped my leg. Seriously, she literally barged past as though we weren't there! Without even apologising. I was so pissed off, but mostly appalled at her behaviour. I said "stupid!" pretty loudly after her, but I don't think she heard me.
I really hope I don't end up like that in the future. But in case I do, maybe they should just make the supermarket aisles wider.
Friday, April 29, 2005
This blog needs the occasional fluff. Let me post a little picture, and tell you of my trivial doings, okay?
I wore jeans today! And the reason this seems to be a big deal is because it has been just over a year since I last wore jeans. So yes, it deserved a photo. Now take that disgusted, omgyoufrigginbimbo look off your face. :)
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According to Jie (apparently the new romance guru), there is that one guy out there for me. The One. Ms Loh says I might have to wait some time for him, but when I find him, I won't need anyone else.
*stifles laughter*
No more sappy Hollywood movies for you, sweets.
But thank heavens for you, the dreamer to my skeptic. I just hope you have enough faith for the both of us.
Beck - Que Onda Guero
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Fast track to insanity: attempt to edit 13 pages of your projectmate's work, which comprises words strung together so haphazardly, you start to wonder if maybe you're just dyslexic.
I am currently hooked on Alter Bridge and... Simply Red. Yes. Just about over ten years late, but hell. My vast tastes in music, presented to you in a sentence.
Haven't been compelled to write for the past week. Maybe this rollercoaster ride has just reached a platform. But I know that before long, away we'll go again.
Time is moving too fast. Everyone's always in a hurry. At the traffic lights, cars start inching forward seconds before the light turns green. Running to catch the train or bus. Rushing through the crowds, subsequently ramming your bag/shoulder/elbow into people (often in the form of yours truly), and too hurried/oblivious/rude/all of the above to take a second to apologise.
The world is troubled as it is, without you creating your own little earthquakes.
"Sometimes I get overcharged,
that's when you see sparks.
They ask me where the hell I'm going?
At a 1000 feet per second,
hey man, slow down, slow down,
idiot, slow down, slow down."
-The Tourist by Radiohead
Simply Red - Sunrise
Saturday, April 23, 2005
Date: 20th April 2005, Wednesday
Venue: Victoria Theatre
Event: Boeing Boeing
Time: Awesome
Friday, April 22, 2005
Sometimes it feels like we're strangers, masquerading as something more, just to have another ally in this big, scary world. Part of me wants to patch the pieces together; but for the most part, I just want to walk away. Call it an intrinsic trait, running away from the things that hurt me. It's easier to emotionally detach yourself from negativity, rather than facing it straight on. Cowardice? Apathy? I can't decide.
I'm not perfect. God, how I know it. But neither is anyone else.
I feel angry. I don't know if I have the right to, but I feel it anyway. Maybe it's helplessness. There's nothing more frustrating than having your hands tied, and being on the outside looking in. I'm getting tired of everything. Wake me up when you feel like letting me in.
I can only hold in so much, and here, I've expressed a hybrid of emotions that I'm experiencing right now.
Don't ask me who I'm talking about.
Don't ask me if I'm talking about you.
Pick my words apart, and see if you find yourself in there. I hope you do. Then I'll be the only one who feels like I'm losing you.
"I don't know your thoughts these days
We're strangers in an empty space"
Keane - We Might As Well Be Strangers
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
The paths we take in life undeniably mold the people we are today; the places we go, the people we meet, the choices we make. Even the seemingly littlest of things can eventually create an impact on our lives.
Jie brought up a similar topic yesterday, when she talked about what she'd be like if her mom didn't enrol her in MGS (Methodist Girls' School, for the uninitiated). Like she might've been in another school, (which I shall not name lest I be accused of stereotyping. lol.) and become an entirely different person, complete with better Mandarin and substandard English.
Okay, that's trivial. But still, a factor nonetheless. And we'd probably see each other at clubs and bitch about each other within our own cliques. I'd probably be like "omg, look at that skinny bimbo."
Oh wait, I already do. *grin* But without malice, of course.
Somehow I don't really think about things like that. There are just too many possiblities involved to fully comprehend, and nothing can be truly gained from such retrospection, except maybe regret. And what good is that, right?
I don't even really think about things like "oh if I hadn't gone there/done that, I wouldn't have met you". Because if circumstances weren't the same, I wouldn't know any different than the life I'd be living otherwise. So whilst I'm thankful for the friends I have now, I don't imagine, and feel sad, for an alternate life where we'd be strangers.
I guess sometimes I do let myself slip. In times where I've reached a low point, I momentarily think of how things might've been better if I'd made different choices. Sometimes I regret being where I am now, because I'm not entirely sure that it's what I want.
But I'm here. And in this world, time only moves forward.
Sunday, April 17, 2005
Watching the Discovery Travel & Living channel has ignited silent sparks of wanderlust in me. The thing I love most about going on holidays, is simply the feeling of being somewhere other than what you're used to. Where everything is different; the air, the colors, the people, the culture. There's just so much outside of the places we call home, and the prospect of new experiences is so, so alluring.
Anyway, was watching some show on hotels in New York, and I really want to go to The Library Hotel.
Wait, I'm not a total geek! It's so friggin cool. The rooms are sorted according to the Dewey Decimal System! (Ok, that didn't help to dispel the geekiness. But stay with me.) That means each floor is dedicated to the different categories, e.g. 'Literature', 'Social Sciences', etc. And the rooms of each floor are assigned the subcategories, i.e. one of the rooms on the 'Literature' floor would be 'Poetry'. And in each room, they'd have a shelf of books under that category. How innovative!
Oh c'mon, now you want to go there too, don't you? :)
Switchfoot - On Fire
Friday, April 15, 2005
Can't. Stop. Reading.
Just finished 'Veronika Decides to Die' by Paulo Coelho (yes babe, I finally got down to it. heh). Contrary to its seemingly morbid title, it's actually a story all about life and living it to the fullest. Almost every page is an epiphany, and I really felt pretty inspired by it. We are such creatures of habit, doing our best to avoid change. Each day passes with us nestled safely in our comfort zones. But there are so many things outside of that to see, to do, and to experience.
".. the danger of an adventure is worth a thousand days of ease and comfort."
I will start trying to believe, today.
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Omg. Bloody amazing book.
Finally jumped on the literary bandwagon, and I was not disappointed. At first, I was lured by the initial wave of attention it got. Then progressively, the hype just seemed over-the-top. Somehow it's in my nature to be defiant, and I started to get put off. But after awhile, I was like, "hey, why not?" so I went and bought it. Sounds silly, but I almost felt embarrassed when I picked it up. It was as though it seemed like I was simply buying it because of all the hoo-ha.
In the end, it was so much more than I expected. I kept putting off reading it because I had the idea that it'd be really complex, and would take me a long time to finish. On the contrary, it was so frickin hard to put down. It's been a long time since any book has kept me up till 3 am, simply because there was just no juncture where I could stop and be able to go to sleep.
So there, my irreverent book review. I'm a fan.
Jack Johnson - Better Together
Saturday, April 09, 2005
I realise that at the end of the day, all I have is myself.
Yet at the same time, I am terrified of losing what little I have.
"It's hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness.
We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace."
-"Diary" by Chuck Palahniuk
Thursday, April 07, 2005
I think I like the Photoshop filter-ed me better.
Don't you wish we could use Photoshop for real-life?
Oh wait, that's called Cosmetic Surgery.
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Back in school, I used to love English class and writing compositions. Most of the time, my self-concocted stories would be sad ones, involving things like social outcasts and death. No, I wasn't a disturbed kid. It just seemed easier to draw emotion through sadness. I did try playing the humor card a couple of times, but they were total flops. I don't know, maybe they just didn't get the jokes. I suppose humor is more subjective than sad themes. I mean, different people have different ideas of what's funny and what's not. Sarcasm is funny to some, but goes unappreciated with others. And some are probably just too dense to comprehend certain jokes.
But when it comes to hitting a nerve, there are things that are universal. Death. Loneliness. Personal relationships. Of course, that's the ideal. Hopefully most do find the thought of people dying sad. I'd be worried for the world, otherwise.
Monday, April 04, 2005
Woke up this morning to a darkened room and the sound of rain beating down on the windows.
I love rainy days, on the conditions that I have the luxury of time (spent snuggled between the sheets for as long as I desire), and that I don't have to go outside.
Both of which were fulfilled today.
Went downstairs for my favourite meal of the day (breakfast!), to find that I wasn't the only one revelling in the sleep-conducive weather.
Starting school again on Thursday. So not looking forward to it. But hell, I can't believe possible unemployment is 3 months away.
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The thing I miss most about my past school years is being surrounded by friends almost everyday. Sure, I'd hate the world when the alarm clock went off at 5 am. But by the first burst of laughter of the day, all would be well again.
I took away amazing friendships from there. But inevitably, things are different than they were before. And they might still be changing. After all, it seems that the only thing constant in life is change.
Where does the time go?
"Life is not what I thought it was
Twenty-four hours ago" Switchfoot - Twenty-Four