farewell to thee, my pink mp3
Oh my beloved pink mp3,
why must thou abandon me?
While you were struck by some malady,
I, alas, held no warranty.
Ceased to sing and forever dead,
thy once pink skin now bleeding red.
I offer thee, this awkward elegy,
that thou might speak and return to me.
I smote thee thrice against my desk
to rouse thee from this deathly rest.
But I guess it’s time, so farewell to thee,
my neglected cheap pink mp3.
faces and places
Went to watch 2012 today. It’s basically carnage porn with awesome special effects and decent attempts at symbolisms. Everyone central to the story or instrumental to the exposition of some moral lesson was preserved in the end of the movie while those who were unimportant or superfluous were selected against by the plot. The over-arching theme was somewhere along the line of “What’s the point of preserving our species if we can’t preserve our humanity?”. On a superficial level, the antagonist was Mother Earth, what with the freely shifting tectonic plates causing massive earthquakes which in turn summon epic tsunamis from the wombs of Gaea like Mother Nature menstruating all over mankind and creation. But on a deeper sense, the real villain was really man himself. or rather the extremes of selfishness man would be willing to commit in the name of self-preservation. That was the true message of the movie, I guess… that in trying to save mankind, we must take care not to lose our humanity. Just as how that dad saved his sons but died in the end and how that blonde Russian girl saved a little girl and her dog but also ended up dead.
There were subtle attacks on Religion throughout the film. The praying masses were portrayed with a condescending light, with a tone which implies that prayers were useless and stuff. The movie even hinted that God abandoned man through symbolism in the fallen O Christo Redentor in Rio de Janeiro and the crack in the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, perfectly forming a separation between the fingers of Adam and God on the fresco on the ceiling (Creation of Adam by Michaelangelo). I think that the crack that separated Adam from God in the fresco was an effective symbol, ominous though it may be.
However, there was too much luck factor in the movie. Everytime a building falls, the protagonist’s car would just nicely make it out of the falling rubble in time without a split second to spare (once they were through, the building promptly hits the ground behind them) while nearly everyone else fell into the abyss. And the movie ended too perfectly for the protagonist. His whole family survived and (SPOILER ALERT!!!) his ex-wife’s new husband died so he gets to keep the lady in the end and they’re a family again. Hoom-dee-dah-dee-dah. Happily ever after, if you ignore the floating corpses.
And for a movie about apocalypse, they didn’t really do anything original. Same old story about a guy who tries to save himself and his loved ones by traveling to seek sanctuary while narrowly evading catastrophes of biblical proportions along the way. Watch Deep Impact and Armageddon, same general plot, different actors.
So the verdict: 2012 was so 2008.
After the movie, I met many familiar faces. In order of appearance: Han Lin, Rahardi, Joelle Tan, Yi Ling, Tom & Poy (they come as a pair), Dora, and Sean Gwee. We tried to go prom shopping after that. Since the theme is Mosaic, I decided to go with something checkered or patterned. Don’t wanna wear a tux anyway since everyone would probably be wearing that. And I always feel uncomfortable in a suit. It has this uncanny effect which compels me to keep restrained and to stay reserved, which wouldn’t really make for a good prom night. In the end, I couldn’t find anything nice so I’m postponing.
What a happy day. I miss Scone already and I miss the people I haven’t seen for a while. I’ll miss Singapore, if not for the place then for the people.
it’s time to trust my instincts,
close my eyes and leap…
i cannot fight defying gravity,
kiss me goodbye, i’m defying gravity,
i think i’ll try defying gravity,
and you won’t bring me down…
rendezvous (with the s pronounced cos it’s plural)
Two papers today. Bio Paper III (T’was okay but I screwed up one part… mistook the duplication to be in XA1 instead of in XA2.) and Chem Paper I (tedious but was okay, I guess.). So I am officially one paper away from the end of A-Levels. So happy!
Went to watch A Christmas Carol with Jane, Choo, Chye, Anne, and Michael. The other Scones who said they were coming somehow couldn’t make it in the end. BOOOO!!
Whoever said ‘Ignorance is bliss’ has never watched a movie in 3D while oblivious to the fact that the screen pops IN and not OUT. The 3D movies I’ve watched before all had this ‘popping out of the screen’ quality while this one had the ‘there is something behind the screen’ feeling. Michael and I couldn’t help but take off our 3D glasses every now and then to massage the bridges of our noses. It made me so dizzy I actually thought I was gonna vomit. Nonetheless, the movie was quite enjoyable (if you factor out the nausea and occasional vertigo) and the Jim Carrey-fied Scrooge was rather hilarious. Despite some disturbing scenes (there was one when Scrooge fell into an empty coffin in an open grave) the movie was light-hearted as a whole and serves as a good pause in the A-Levels season.
After that, to Toy Kingdom where ghosts of childhoods past and offsprings future played their merry games of plastic cars and amputated barbie dolls. Choo wanted to buy a puzzle set and we ended up walking around and checking out the other toys for almost an hour. Okay, actually, it took us almost an hour just to find where the puzzle sets were so that means we weren’t regressing, just lost! Childhood stories of giant bouncing balls and ‘anatomically upgraded’ barbie dolls filled the interim of the entering and the exiting of the store.
Dinner was a sober, sort-of gossiping affair. Not really gossiping, just talking about other people haha. I shall not discuss the details of the conversation.
Today was fun.
minor irritations (a much needed relief in my life)
omg. this is so irritating. some guy used my shampoo and practically finished it when it was still like 25% full. Dude!! It’s only for the hair on your head!!! what the freak??!! What on earth did you wash?! Jumanji???!!! but the motherchucker at least had some semblance of a soul and left me enough to shower one last time so I could be alerted to buy a new bottle for me us. how thoughtful of you. you’re such a nice guy; you deserve to go to heaven… like soon…
and if siphoning my resources wasn’t enough, the vermin had the nerve to place my shampoo on the wall partitioning two shower cubicles. at this point, a knowledge of oldham hall restrooms would be necessary. because of my irritation and shortage of proper vocabulary of architectural terms, i shall focus on the showers. adjacent shower cubicles are divided by a tiled wall which rises from the floor to about a foot from the ceiling. since the hostel architects weren’t so sympathetic to the plight of vertically challenged people like me, the top of the wall partitioning adjacent shower cubicles are well beyond my armspan (tiptoes and all).
So that pathetic shampoo-stealing smelly pile of dirt that attempts to pass off as homo sapiens places the shampoo on top of the partition, rendering it inaccessible from my violently flailing arms. I actually had to jump really hard to reach the bottle. And just as a sidenote, I know he doesn’t take a shower often because he always uses my shampoo and it only disappears like once every three days.
You asshole. Your existence is proof that condoms fail. You must’ve been some freakishly deformed sperm to have squeezed through because no parent would have wanted you and only a freakishly deformed sperm would give rise to a creature like you. No wonder you’re here in Singapore; your parents didn’t want you back home!!!
Seriously, if you wanna have some of my shampoo, fine. I don’t know where you’re from but if your parents taught you that Thou shall not steal is merely a suggestion and not a moral imperative, then have some shampoo. But please don’t use all of it. And more importantly, OMG PLEASE DON’T FREAKING PUT IT ON TOP OF THE FREAKING WALL!!!
I have let you use my shampoo and I turned a blind eye because I am a good, loving, considerate, sensitive, affectionate, awesome, magnificent, shampoo-sharing person. It’s fine. Really. Have some if you wish. If it concerned me, I would have taken my showering stuff in my room so you can’t use it. But omg, you sad uncouth monstrosity who can’t afford shampoo… at least put it back in my toiletry basket…
or next time you’ll be bathing in nair.
november crossroads
sticks and stones may break these bones
but nothing bleeds like a poison pen…
I have this feeling that my life is changing. Actually, I have a feeling that I am changing. I seem to have developed this propensity to dwell in very unhealthy places (not literal. ewe.) and to perpetuate destructive habits.
Dreams that once kept me going and motivated have disintegrated into unhappy epiphanies of triviality. It’s like I suddenly realized that the dreams that I have been nourishing are mere frivolities. There are more important things in life. I have been looking too much into the future that at times I neglected the present. If I weren’t so hell-bent on crafting this idealistic future, I wouldn’t have lost some of the things and people I love.
I’m exhausted with all the drama. I just want my world to stop shifting and finally find its intended shape and dimensions with all the people and things it’s supposed to contain. I don’t wanna live in this amorphous and confusing conundrum anymore. I just wanna find my place in the world and be happy. It’s really so not fun being so sad most of the time.
It was my friend’s birthday yesterday. We haven’t really been friends for quite a while, actually. I blame myself for that. Sorry.
My head is drenched with unresolved issues and cloying sentimentalities. We all get what we’re due and I guess living with these thoughts is my karmic destiny for all the walls I built around myself. You would think I’d get used to it. But one never really learns how to live with it. Nonetheless, I’m quite happy with where I find myself now. It’s just that I would like to be happier.
Words could pierce like a tempered dart
but your silence is poison to this heart.
While tears would mend and wounds would heal,
the void you leave would always kill.
it reached a point when you’re not even a worthy fight
the word of the day is GLIB:
1. readily and thoughtlessly fluent
2. easy or unconstrained, as actions or manners
3. acting or speaking with no forethought of the consequences or effects on other people.
it’s a bright tomorrow
i hope tomorrow would be a good day cos right now i really think i need therapy just to get some things out of my head.
c’est la vie
i have already lost you.
and i thought i have moved on. but why do you still haunt my dreams? why do i still feel incomplete everytime i see you? i keep telling myself that i don’t need you in my life anymore but i guess i’m just forcing myself to believe that.
maybe i should just stay stuck if moving on means getting lost.
