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fodder

the pebbles you've arranged,
in the sand they're strange.
they speak to me like constellations,
as we lie here.

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  • Saturday, December 30, 2006

    The Diva
























    (as if the man needs any introduction...)

    "It is uncool to remember the name of your one-night stand." (from kkseet.com)

    Find me another lecturer who would dare say something like that openly and I'll pimp you ANY kind of one-night stand you want.

    I've already flushed my head in the toilet bowl thrice, for missing that horrendous grammatical mistake in the Arts Mag interview the lovely Diva had most kindly granted. The least a lowly student could do with the honour of sitting down one-to-one with a wildly sought after Icon brimming with insightful, exciting yet unpretentious observations on the arts and cultural scene (and pretty much, everything else) is to produce an article free of gross technical mishaps!

    And what the fuck was my editor doing.

    Then again, for memories' sake. :)

    Oh, and may I please tantalize you further with this: The Diva collects certs like how primary school kids collect Young Scientist's Badges. The list includes: a Bachelor's Degree (with Honours) in Arts, a Masters in Arts, a Masters in Science, a Doctorate in Philosophy, a Diploma in Education and another Diploma in Wines and Spirits. It probably extends to a string of even more exotic assortment from various disciplines, which he wouldn't reveal because he is so humble.

    Stop gaping and click on that link already!



    00:31

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    Monday, December 25, 2006

    Love Her For That


















    I've slept more than half of the weekend away. Yes, the last I'd checked with the clock, it's a whopping 26 hours for the past 2 days. Oh, even the bed knows that's not me.

    Don't you sometimes wish you could retain all the little sachets of knowledge and wisdom you've accumulated through the years, slot some coins into a time machine and go back to when you were still a child so you can rewrite your own history?

    Then again, "things happen for a reason", so I guess that remains as an unwarranted and even more unfulfilled wish.

    The Grinch won't be staying long; 2007 is going to be a blast. I just need to use the time between Christmas and New Year's to figure out how.

    Merry Christmas, everyone. :)

    02:09

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    Monday, December 18, 2006

    The Rain Is Not Helping

    The pitter-patter sounds and howling of the winds only serve to amplify the jarring noises caused by the clutter in my head, it's like playing heavy, heavy metal above techno. The rapid beats make me wanna go somewhere fast but the bass shuts off all signals for any directions. No, I am not depressed. Neither am I in one of those angsty moods. It's just the endless questions again. For the past 85 minutes, I've been clicking and typing away at my MacBook, with the original intention to download some underground music to listen to for a change but Limewire's connection speed is terribly sorry. So, I attempted to create a Facebook account while listening to Band Of Horses sing about The Funeral, only to be reminded of how fragmented my identity becomes when I make myself known as Gwen instead of Yiting. On top of that, realise how I'm always too slow in utilizing these "socializing tools" when they are still all the rage. The pain of taking the screen face-on is just too much to bear, so it's never that but some pseudo-artistic angle employed as a clever but banal disguise. It's not that I'm pessimistic-ally stubborn all the time; I do try but not everyone has the heart to lie to themselves. Those who are able to shouldn't be condemned, though I still can't decide if they should be given a standing ovation or not. My eyelids were drooping just ten short minutes ago but with my iTunes gone one complete round in 'Recently Added', Gnarls Barkley tells me they are not anymore and I'm going Crazy very soon. Any hope of waking up early for a morning run tomorrow has already vanished and been replaced by yet another case of ill discipline wreaking havoc in my life.

    OH MY GOD.

    22:46

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    Saturday, December 16, 2006

    It's OKAY.

    It is.

    01:40

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    Monday, December 11, 2006

    Zoukouttt - 09 Dec 2006





















    For the record, it's a lot less
    sleazy than everyone thinks it is -
    not that many girls dressed in
    itsy bitsy bikinis running around,
    no foam despite it being a beach
    party and I didn't see enough
    random making out to raise any
    eyebrows.

    Okay, except this one gayyyyy couple...

    What? I'm not being discriminating but the matching blonde hair colour was just a tad tacky for my taste and I was a slightly taken aback by the sight of such a, uhhh, tender side of men.

    (so unskinny because I had to crop my fat arm out!)

    21:32

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    Saturday, December 09, 2006

    John Legend























    Surely it takes more than mere
    guts to change your last name to
    LEGEND. Seeing enough things
    which remind me of the "If you
    can dream it, you can be it."
    cliche might just turn me into
    a convert.

    ...hurts sometimes when
    you do it right.


    Come on. Feign acceptance and
    belief, shove it down your throat,
    knock it into your head and
    you'll wake up being that.

    10:44

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    Thursday, December 07, 2006

    The Mambo Jumbo
    As Promised
























    At the risk of sounding bimbotic,
    the funnest part about last night
    was probably the fact I got to
    wear my new banana yellow
    leopard-plus-tiger print dress
    (what a name). Can someone
    please tell me WHY Zouk is
    forever crowded but still ever
    popular?

    We aren't talking about the
    mingle-friendly kind of
    crowdedness but the sort that
    impregnates people trying to
    squeeze their ways through one
    end of the bar to the other.

    Figure of speech, don't mind me.

    One more not-so-newly-bought-but-still-unworn dress to go. ;)

    20:44

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    Wednesday, December 06, 2006

    And They
    Told Me I Don't
    Need To Worry


    I do hope bad endings herald
    better beginnings.

    It's not the effects that the C+
    have on my grades that are
    fucking eating my brains out. It's
    the telling of how little I can do
    and how much I can't that is.

    Oh, I wanna jump into that pool
    now.

    My realisations are playing
    "Too Fast Too Furious with me.
    My sister is an inspiration
    sometimes; she knows
    contentment well and no one
    taught her. It's like a
    predisposition she's been
    blessed with. No wonder we
    aren't close despite being coped
    up in the same bedroom for
    the past 17 years (and
    counting...).

    Anyway, I should stop writing
    and take a nap and hopefully
    wake up in the right mood for
    some mambo jumbo. It was
    planned pretty long ago and I
    want to keep to my word.

    16:11

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    Tuesday, December 05, 2006

    STILL Under Construction!

    I'm quite fickle.

    14:27

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    Sunday, December 03, 2006

    Marketing drove me to this.

    I'm born in the wrong era. I should have been conceived twenty-odd years earlier, when fighter plane pilots looked like Josh Hartnett, tights were not worn distastefully and Monroe curls were sexy, not reminiscent of Ronald MacDonald's.

    (for previous posts, click on 'archives'. :D)

    14:52

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    However, when met with such a good-looker, I'm afraid my mind stops working completely.

    I WANT THE RED MOTOROLA RAZR V3 NOWWWWW... Unfortunately, it's only available in the US. :(

    International Santa, hello! Are you listening to me? Can you see this? I've been a good girl this year, and I look good in red, just like you! :)

    09:28

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    Friday, December 01, 2006

    What Are We Without Music

    Amy Winehouse - You Know I'm No Good


    Hot goth caberat mama. Jazz + Soul. You get the feeling that musicians only need drugs, tattoos and good music to survive.

    10:37

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