"that is the way it is with a wound. the wound begins to close in on itself, to protect what is hurting so much. and once it is closed, you no longer see what is underneath, what started the pain."
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"we are lost, she and i, unseen and not seeing, unheard and not hearing, unknown by others."
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that's all i have so far, these are those that affected me rather deeply.
i am exceptionally captivated by this one (okay, i do say the same for most of the books i read), the joy luck club i mean. it makes me forget everything when i do immerse myself into it, but i cant stay long. its contents set me thinking and by the time i am done with two chapters, which is actually two short story, i am almost drained but enlightened at the same time. it is weird. but i am enjoying it. the traditional thinking, beliefs, myths and all. it isnt an easy read, i had to repeat the pages a couple of times before i get the essence of it, but i am trying to keep myself focused and not just drift pass. am i boring you? i guess i am in one of those moods again.
i think it's time.
for me to come out of the closet. to confess my secret
[p.s: i downloaded their screensaver! hah.]
i am not a particularly huge fan of brit-pop (i find the sound generally too weird for my somewhat mainstream-sucker-still liking. ahh, dismay.), but i think guys in fred perry are pretty hot/cool/special. of course it all comes down to the boy himself, but generally, i am digging the whole fred perry followers i see around (then again, i only notice the extremes i.e.VERY hot or VERY not when i walk about. hm.). except for that orange-haired, sissy chinese ah beng who made it all-too-gay with the pink cardigan and brown checked pants. it is just eww.
i remember zack zailani had alittle of the fred perry thing going on. and there was.. i shant name. then you will know who i have been secretly checking out! i prefer to keep them secret. not telling.
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10:00 am: currently waiting for proj members to arrive. sitting in the library but surrounded by twits who sing their chinese songs alittle too loudly. i need earphones that are secretive enough and wont mess my hair (i reckon i look dumb with headphones.). i need to block the singing out NOW, and i am currently feeling the urgency to own earphones or rather have company who has them. to think i thought i can enjoy some serenity in the library, but NO, i have to listen to broken records of cheenah ah-ma. i almost fooled myself into thinking that their cheenah singing might go along with my chinese culture-enriched book. but damn, i just get distracted time and again, so i am blogging instead of getting my mind enriched in some intellectual materials. not that blogging isnt intellectual, as i do think i have put enough intellect into my posts. okay, i am annoyingly confusing myself. the weather is the only thing stopping me from shouting across the hall to stop the screeching. damn you, cheenah twits.
i am on a mission to hug for body warmth and human contact. blame the weather.
FIRST: BINNY
oh, i saw the team getting ready for the hey gorgeous aka 校花校草 competition by mediacorp channel u. not to put down my school, but i think the people who got nominated or signed up themselves (coughs something resembling the word "loser".) arent that hot. it's all the usual ah lians ah bengs whatever. i doubt our school's finalists can outshine the ones from the other polys. ah well.
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5:45 pm: back at home. i am seriously speechless about my mundane social-less life. it is always home and school, dateless, funless, nothing. i think i might go crazy very soon. anybody i love feeling charitable? take me out, PLEASE. im, mail, text me! i will be waiting.
hug progress: hui ying and nur. both very sick. get well soon!
fiona xie from mediacorp is damn anorexic-ish skinny, she looks prettier on tv.
nyp is seriously lacking of hotties. or maybe the hot ones have all gone hiding humbly, and the fugly wannabes are actively selling themselves just for that negligible short span of fame. watch channel u and you will know what i mean. sean is so right, the show's for ah bengs. somehow.
I SAW YIYAO ON THE WAY HOME!
i think we both screamed so loud, the whole walkway was looking. whatever!
I LOVE YOU!
blah. i shall go read my book.
by the way,
sean got me addicted on this song.
anybody knows how to convert a video to the mp3 version? i need it. please let me know and please help me do it. much love!
xoxo.
1 comment:
Well said.
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