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Wednesday, April 30, 2003 Flight 101 is down! Gaaah...the main mothership computer is down for the count. :( The school photographer passed me a burned CD of photos from our ELDDFS day and it caused my entire computer to freeze up when I put it in and tried to access "My Computer". How do I know it froze? My brother was playing an mp3 file on the computer at the same time and Goo Goo Dolls just kept going round and round in a nice little loop. So, computer dead. Try as I might to restart it, it won't. Worried about losing all the files I have on my hard drive...I estimate at least 600-700 graphic files and a hundred or so word documents. *_* Noooo, don't die, computer, we love you so!!! *huggles the hard drive* Geez. Suspect virus but then it's not like the school photographer and I are deadly foes and he'd want to send me a lulu...but then again he's some pseudo-hacker freak, so that angle might count for something. Or my computer is just too darned messed up maybe. Argh. So, relegated to this old beat-up computer that chugs along at the speed of a drunken porpoise through syrup. Sigh. Look, see it lurch! How cuuuute....Ah well at least there's rehearsal later, hurrah! :) Gaaah. Burned out from studying, my studying moods just don't last long enough per stretch. Just felt so lethargic yesterday, sat down and stared at my geography, highlighted things here and there and everywhere till the entire page was full of neon-pink slashes (yes, I like pink highlighters. So sue me), dumped my head on the papers and went to sleep. Gads. *_* Viv wished for the moon @ 7:47 PM Monday, April 28, 2003 Ok to brighten up blog a tad, here ya go. Wench in black, is wot.
I scooteth, I scooteth! *scooteths* Viv wished for the moon @ 8:26 AM Yay, found an easy way to put up my artwork...cheat cheat, follow th' links! :) Sketchies! Fanart *squeals like a priss* Aannd...well everything else inbetween. :P Uunh... back to work. *_* Pooh. Viv wished for the moon @ 8:21 AM Woe is me, I've lost my favourite pair of brown undies in the wash somewhere. Um. Woe, woe, weal and woe!! *wails loudly and hopes it's loud enough to drown out the effects of the first line* Viv wished for the moon @ 6:47 AM Social blogging time :P Jiamin: What I thought of a tempo? Do remember first and foremost you're not talking to a band groupie, so I speak like a true Philistine...:P Well personally I did enjoy it! I liked the pieces you guys chose for the most part, loved Riverdance, Phantom, and the Mononoke Overture...found the Nostradamus piece a bit of a bore though. In terms of musicianship fairly solid, but at times the synchronization seemed a bit off, for example after a rest beat, diving back into the music is a bit messy. Solos could've been louder too! I really think the funny gaffs with instruments accidentally squeaking kinda spoiled it...especially with the Esplanade acoustics being what they are, everything's magnified for your listening pleasure or mortification, whichever applies. ;) Hey, don't worry 'bout it, it's over, and y'all put up a show that did its locale proud...remember that I'm nitpicking; if one were to just sit back and listen, one would really enjoy the music. At the end of the day, that's exactly what I did. :) Just keep th' faith, and work towards SYF! :) *** Yup, my grades are more or less confirmed for this term, ACDA. Managed to keep my A for econs purely because our econs teacher isn't going to take our case study into account. He says the results are disasterous and most of us would end up with E's if he took those marks into account. Besides, he's yet to finish marking all of our papers, owing to his busted eye, owch. *_* Poor Mr B...anyhoo the marks range from 1/30 to 21/30. Erk. Rather worrying, when one considers the case study is going to be what, 40% of our exam, some large pie slice of it. ^^;; That does not bode well. But a decent set of marks I guess, not brilliant but decent. Ok, laaah. Hardly blog anything that happens during the course of my day anymore. Kinda tiring to recount, I guess. Then again, this kind of mood comes in waves, sometimes the mood takes me, sometimes not. Ha, how mysterious. Whee. Ok, let's be social! *waves to blogging kakis, Regina, JM, Geri, Thamina, Becky (well, ex-blogger :P), Melissa (the same!!!!), and um...who have I missed out? Oh yes, last and certainly least, Siah. >:P *hides* * Being social is rock! ^_^ Viv wished for the moon @ 6:13 AM Saturday, April 26, 2003 Oh yeah, on the block test front, I'm getting a C for geography. All things considered it's a very merciful mark but I'm disgruntled nonetheless. Don't quite know why but I'm annoyed by it. 0_o Currently:Lit: A Math: D Geog: C Econs: A <--subject to drastic change, depending on how case study turns out...*bites nails* Grades slipping enough as they are. Don't want them even worse. It's the first time I've scored below C's and it scares me... Viv wished for the moon @ 12:02 PM Only an Ocean Away ::Sarah Brightman:: I see a shadow every day and night. I walk a hundred streets of neon lights, Only when I'm crying Can you hear me crying So many times you always wanted more, Chasing illusions that you're longing for Wish I wasn't crying Can you hear me crying There's an ocean between us You know where to find me You reach out and touch me I feel you in my own heart More than a lifetime Still goes on forever But it helps to remember You're only an ocean away Was there a moment when I felt no pain I want to feel it in my life again Let it be over now Over now 'Cause I remember all the days and nights We used to walk the streets of neon lights Oh I want you here with me Oh be here with me There's an ocean between us You know where to find me You reach out and touch me I feel you in my own heart More than a lifetime Still goes on forever But it helps to remember You're only an ocean away So many times you always wanted more Chasing illusions that you're longing for Wish I wasn't crying Can you hear me crying There's an ocean between us You know where to find me Just reach out and touch me I feel you in my own heart More than a lifetime It seems like forever But I'll always remember You're only an ocean away Only an ocean away As if We Never Said Goodbye ::Andrew Lloyd Webber:: I don't know why I'm frightened I know my way around here The cardboard trees, the painted seas, the sound here... Yes, a world to rediscover But I 'm not in any hurry And I need a moment The whispered conversations in overcrowded hallways The atmosphere as thrilling here as always Feel the early morning madness Feel the magic in the making Why, everything's as if we never said goodbye I've spent so many mornings just trying to resist you I'm trembling now, you can't know how I've missed you Missed the fairy tale adventure In this ever spinning playground We were young together I'm coming out of make-up The lights already burning Not long until the cameras will start turning... And the early morning madness And the magic in the making Yes, everything's as if we never said goodbye I don't want to be alone That's all in the past This world's waited long enough I've come home at last! And this time will be bigger And brighter than we knew it So watch me fly, we all know I can do it... Could I stop my hand from shaking? Has there ever been a moment With so much to live for? The whispered conversations in overcrowded hallways So much to say not just today but always... We'll have early morning madness We'll have magic in the making Yes, everything's as if we never said goodbye Yes, everything's as if we never said goodbye... We taught the world new ways to dream! Viv wished for the moon @ 11:54 AM Brain running on eye-fluid, it seems. At any rate it would explain why my eyes feel so dry and my brains so de-juiced. *_* Today passed in a haze, and can't help feeling I somehow managed to waste it yet again. The days are slipping by too fast, and certain doom approaches at an alarming speed. Been getting a lot of gas lately. I don't quite know what that has to do with anything, but uh, yup. Gas is good. Whee. Viv wished for the moon @ 11:43 AM Friday, April 25, 2003 Fwaaah!!! ^_^ For some strange and happy reason my Shout Outs are finally working properly!!!! :) :) :)Yes my brain has emptied out. Nothing to say, dum de dum. Oh, Happy Birthday Aaron (kid brother). Keep your nose clean. :P I know this sounds terribly shallow, but I feel fat. Or at least blubbery in the midsection. I don't know, but all my jeans seem to be tighter, gives me an icky feeling. Getting self-conscious, which I'm not happy about, but there ya go. Yup, the girl who whines about being fat on her blog, how typical. Whine whine whine. Fat fat fat. *squish* And I haven't even had dinner yet. *whines some more* Viv wished for the moon @ 7:19 AM Monday, April 21, 2003 Paper dreamswhispering as they flutter, skipping and curling across my table wrapped in their own little worlds of gold swirls tiny plum blossoms, pixie-sized stripes idle with a misplaced paperclip, dream (as origami will) murmuring in secret paper tones only they understand. a single red patterned sheet a million possibilities they consider them, and tittering, fluttering headily, gossip to the spring wind, all ears and breath as he tidies after them scattering leaves and wheezing laughter in his wake Paper dreams lovely, insubstantial live, happily, for as long as they're painstakingly folded and breathe as a menagerie of pink cranes, blue fish even little yellow boxes too swirled in milky white, content to reside in cardboard boxes, paper ideas. Perhaps I don't want to awaken, keep this little paper shred --image of life, little white-swirl-- safe in my hands, to see the wind tease, and play, and I to laugh that my dream is still, and safe, and mine to keep. but that is not their way; the wind tells me so, as he snatches up my papers as they lie there, and with a chuckle, spills them a river of fans and silver pouncing cats, eddying, drifting, down the floor, skimming, dancing, calling goodbye, skritch-scratching as they disappear into the light. but paper dream, folded wish, you hold my name and a thousand secrets, caught in a pocket of a crane's back. And a promise that a paper dream must keep to be set free and fly, like you will as I open my fingers, and you become the ward of the busy breeze, follow paper friends to new paper lands. and someday, you will dream your own dreams paper dreams of your own as you dream your paper sleep. Viv wished for the moon @ 7:43 AM Saturday, April 19, 2003 Am such a bum. *_* Did nominal studying, sigh. Slack slack slack. Been a packed day, it has, and provided its own amusement. :) Among other things, ran pell-mell through rain , got my entire left side of my white T-shirt soaked through (I could wring out the water and see it drip down to the floor), jeans decided to get in the act too and absorbed moisture till I got a wet butt and socks and shoes resolved to swim in rain too. Yes, I can personify elements just fine. Whee. Well I guess the day can be summed up in a few succinct lessons:1. Sandflies go for blood vessels. 2. Mos Rice Burgers really _are_ made of rice. I kid you not. 3.There are people above the age of 10 who like Pokemon. (Not a slur -- this is coming from the girl who has yet to outgrow the Disney Channel.) 4. It is not polite to shove your wet socks under the hand-dryer, even if they were giving your toes hypothermia. 5. Sulking is an evil habit. 6. If you overshoot the Raffles Town Club busstop, Bus Service 190 takes you all the way to Bukit Panjang. 7. The universe cannot be one of random chance! There IS a God!!! 8. Too lazy for my own good. I must not slack anymore!! *_* Yep, ladies and germs, from the prosaic to the profound, she's got 'em all! While stocks last. :P Came home from happy little lunchies outing an hour later than expected because of a big detour round to Bukit Panjang on the way home on the bus. Missed my stop and thought I'd just get off at the next, not knowing the next was an entire expressway away. *_* Served me right I suppose...just earlier I'd been grousing about being um...strongly advised by my mum to go home as soon as possible to study. Made alot of noise that I didn't like being nagged, that mother was being overly kan cheong ( no way to translate this one), etc etc...and then I lose a good 45 minutes through unnecessary bus trip and realize that I could've used that time to study had I returned home earlier. *_* The irony. Ultimately I still return home with the desire to study, or at least make amends for embarassing little incidents on buses. And then what do I do? I watch TV! Burn more time! *whoops* Go me. 9_9 I hover between guilt and the feeling that I couldn't be bothered. Evil Mr Hyde shit...begone! *stabs it with plastic fork* Out, vile jelly! *squish* Currently reading Shakespeare's King Lear. Strange chap, he is. Lear, I mean, not Shakespeare. *_* Don't understand half of what Lear's saying anymore in the play. Not so much to do with the fact that it's Shakespearease, which any self-respecting A-level lit student should have a firm grasp of by now, but now that I'm nearing Act 4 and Lear's gone mad, most of what he rambles doesn't seem to make much sense, but at the same time I wonder if it's suppose to contain any hidden significance I've missed. That kind of thing annoys me. Mragh! Definitely not light toilet reading. Leg cramp! *stretch* Time flies. It's already nearing the end of April...scary. But no matter. Brain has died. No angsty-wangst in her mind, she's happy, if not completely zombified by now. :) *Empty grin* Viv wished for the moon @ 10:08 AM Friday, April 18, 2003 Fear the wrath of my sneezes! Actually managed to send small children running. Well at least one small child and her/his dad. Today was just one of those days where I woke up just sneezing my head off and it tends continues on the rest of the day, and I end the day with a final climax of sneezing fits before I go to sleep. Anyway at Coffee Bean today I sneezed a couple of times, and this man with his baby at the next table hurriedly got up and scurried away with a sidelong, baleful glare at me, no doubt meant to make me feel like I'd be guilty of spreading like Ebola to him and his kid despite the fact that they were over a meter away and I covered up with a tissue too. Man. Had no idea whether to be insulted or to laugh...I know it's nothing personal but it annoyed me as much as it amused me. Resolved to sneeze very loudly if he passed by again, but my mum promised me he wouldn't, and she was right. Prolly off somewhere getting an antiseptic shower and dousing his kiddy in disinfectant. Sheesh...if you're so paranoid, just stay home!*sneeze sneeze sneeze* *blows noise stridently* Here, have a mask, if you're so fussy, you wimp. Viv wished for the moon @ 9:41 AM Thursday, April 17, 2003 Praise the Lord! Happy Good Friday, all! :D Viv wished for the moon @ 11:59 PMWednesday, April 16, 2003 Wow, lookit. I was halfway through math when I decided to see if I got any Shout Outs and so I took a break to go online. Then I ended up reading blogs and then felt like blogging myself. Ngaah!Just a ponderance though. Our Econs teacher Mr Barnard did a rather strange analysis of left-handers in the class, based entirely on his study of our lit teacher The Divine Mr Burge. Not the most reliably scientific observations in the world, and there was quite a dogged attempt to fit the 3-4 of us into the mold he had cast of Mr Burge's character. I'll go into it some other time, but one thing Barnard did was point at me and go, "You're introverted, and nobody ever knows what you really think of them." Ah, the alacrity of our Barney. *_* But I digress. Classmates there insisted he was all wrong. "She's extroverted," they said of me, and Barnard replies, "She acts extroverted. She's really not." And though it's easy to brush off what he said as absolute rubbish seeing how he only knows me from watching me in Econs, I realize there may be truth in what he says. I BEHAVE extrovertedly. I can't explain it, but it's some kind of exuberance, that brings forth some idea of being full of life. And yet I don't have the social character that an extrovert normally has: A big network of friends, outgoing, always keen to meet new people. And I'm not like that. I make friends, keep a few close to me, because it's tiring to have to maintain so many and sometimes, painfully, I lose them as the years go by, and I just keep walking, blinkers on, straight through life. I go out of my way sometimes to avoid people from my past. For no good reason really; it's just the agony of having to make some kind of small-talk when I encounter them. I can never think of what to say. I don't mind just a Hi and Bye when they pass me by in the streets, but please, don't ask me to absorb them in some conversational gambit about what faculty they're in, or what CCAs. So I largely end up ignoring these people for wont of something to say to them. Introverted? Sounds enough like it. It's enough almost to seem like an aloofness to those who don't know me well. Nary a spectacular thing. *smiles wryly* Ach, we'll all live somehow. Or Barnard really just was spouting balderdash. Who knows. Hum de dum. Oh dear, 11.33pm and I haven't even changed out of my school uniform, was too lazy to do it when I came back. Lenses still in *blink blink* and math awaits. Erk! Viv wished for the moon @ 11:35 AM Tuesday, April 15, 2003 What the hell. I typed out a long entry and then brother jogged my chair and somehow or other I hit the off switch and lost the entire thing. *pissed* Too tired to go through the lot again. I'll only say I've been completely demoralized by my Geography score for block test. Hit an all-time low of 29%. Doesn't get more dismal than that, and it's been very upsetting. There seems to be thresholds for each subject that at least up to this point I can't push through. I've never broken past a B for math, ever, and I'm no brilliant econs student. I never seem to keep up a steady stream of decent grades for geography, and lit is my only salvation. It's only one subject though. I don't get it. I had the entire March break to study for geography and I swear I studied. What went wrong? Do I just suck at the topic? It was climate, by the way...don't see how that's relevant but never mind. Whatever it is it's awfully depressing. Becoming slacker and slacker, and I find it very hard to sit down and concentrate and study. 5 months to prelims. Kyrie Eleison. Sigh.Anyway the rest of the story. Literature: 78%, A (Feeble cheer) Math: 59%, what, D? (rotten egg-worthy.) Econs: Currently an A at 78%, but my score is set to plummet to Maelstrom depths once I get my case study back. Terrible. (in limbo) Geography: 29%, an O. (feed this to the sharks. *wails*) :( :( :( No mood to write about the more colourful incidents of the past two days. Another time. Viv wished for the moon @ 7:33 AM Sunday, April 13, 2003 Lookit that. Exactly 12 hours since I last blogged, hurrah. God I'm tired...and rather irate too. I don't know why, I ought to be too bogged down with Sunday night blues and sheer drowsiness to suffer that sort of thing, but there you have it. A bit ratty, I suppose, from forgetting once more the dates of MP attachment. I thought our last session would be this Tuesday but I read the email wrongly, it's tomorrow. My partner in the attachment had to call to remind me, as has been the case for the past couple of sessions as well. Annoys me excessively that I forgot, and my mum got ratty because it's set for 9pm. "Can't you skip it?" She asks. I completely baulk at the idea, and that she could propose something like that. What rubbish. It's not that I can't not go. I won't, that's just downright irresponsible. Ok, I told her, if you can't give me a lift, I'll find my own way there. And she was still asking if I could not go. Hello, do you know how many sessions we've had with the MP? Only one, technically, where he was there in the flesh, and we weren't at a resident's committee meeting instead. This is our second and final session. How can I miss it? A really, really, useless suggestion on her part. Geez. Whatever. I'll work it out. If she won't give me a lift, that's not a problem. It's never been. It's not like I'm tied down to being transported around, and where I go depends on mummy's capacity to take me there.How fun, I haven't ranted in ages. On that note, this day draws to a close. Need sleep, am still much irritable. Viv wished for the moon @ 11:05 AM Saturday, April 12, 2003 *snigger*
Viv wished for the moon @ 9:53 PMFriday, April 11, 2003 Against that time (if ever that time come)When I shall see thee frown on my defects, When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum, Called to that audit by advised respects-- Against that time when thou shalt strangely pass, And scarcely greet me with that sun, thine eye, When love, converted from the thing it was, Shall reasons find of settled gravity-- Against that time do I ensconce me here Within the knowledge of mine own desert, And this my hand against myself uprear, To guard the lawful reasons on thy part. To leave poor me thou has the strength of laws, Since why to love I can allege no cause. --William Shakespeare, Sonnet 49 Viv wished for the moon @ 9:30 AM Thursday, April 10, 2003 Oh boy. Stuck in a game of Literati with Aaron that's going terribly, we worked ourselves into corners and we can't expand anywhere. :( Moving along in 2 point increments, thereabouts. Had absolutely no clue "fards" is a word. Same with "mure". It's been quite an educational experience. I need a bath! *_*Just wondering, once more. Which would you rather be, loved, or needed? (both and neither are not options)I can't decide which I'd rather be. Perhaps love is an all-encompassing term, including being needed. Or does it not? Just because you love someone, does it mean you need them in your life, necessarily? I don't know. Viv wished for the moon @ 10:24 AM I'm bored. Bored bored bored, even though I still have Econs to get through tomorrow. I've more or less done the work I have to, and it's only the review bit left and it bores me completely. Often I just skim through and not really absorb because I know I've read this stuff before. Bleah...Should I go do some more econs and make myself feel like I've done something constructive, or go play Yahoo Pool/Literarti, which I have unfortunately formed a rather disturbing addiction to, or watch Totally Spies on Disney, risking another bleah rerun? Dilemma dilemmas. I find the different types of gamers on Yahoo rather interesting. In the Pool rooms, unfortunately, most of them I encounter are chor lor (uncouth), or at best completely uncommunicative. The strangest was one Mistress Harlequinn, who claims in her profile to be a 25 year old New York professional dominatrix, and she's got a pic to prove it. O_O She was well-mannered enough, so I'm not complaining. Just strikes me as a tad bizarre. Then you get the people in the Literarti game rooms; after a particularly nasty flaming pool-player I headed for the Literarti rooms and was fortunate enough to play my first round with one very nice chap, who didn't mind chatting while playing and it was really much more pleasant than in the crowded pool-joints. A cut above the average intelligence of internet users, really, and it's nice to game with such people on occasion. At other times it's fun to smirk at dumb lame flamers whose vocabulary only extends as far as the f-word and, well, more of the f-word. *smirks* Maybe I'll do econs in front of the TV. Hmm. I know this sounds completely irreverent but I think the Iraqis are damn cute! As in, my dad called all of us to the TV last night to watch them (try to) yank the statue of Sadaam down. Two levels of amusement: The first being that the Iraqis, the big crowd of them, had one single sledgehammer they shared to chip rather futilely at the base of the immense statue. Their gestures and mannerisms were rather comic; they flailed their arms at whoever was wielding the sledgehammer with not quite as much energy as required, and someone else would jump up from the crowd, grab the hammer back and shoo off the previous man. He takes a couple of swings at the base, at which time chips of concrete fly but little else, and he is then likewise evicted. Then even when the tanks came to help they started clambering all over it, like ants on a piece of chocolate, and they wouldn't get down, even when the tank rattled to and fro. Iraqis swaying everywhere. :D I don't know, their behaviour just amused me a great deal. They looked like something from a Bollywood movie, strangely enough. All energetic and excitable. Don't ask me how, but that was the immediate phrase that came to mind. Half expected them to break out into a song and dance routine and prance around the fallen statue once the act was done. But I was glad that the statue finally came down, and I did feel happy for the Iraqis who were at the scene with the intention to see that act. On the whole I'm ambivalent about the whole thing though. The one SOLE moment I felt was really, really, REALLY stupid was when the marine draped the statue with the Stars and Stripes. Come on man, don't you have any grain of SENSE of the situation you're in?! Ok, maybe done in the the heat of the moment, but still a very, very silly move indeed. I forsee that still shot being used in propaganda paraphenalia in time to come, if indeed there is a time to come when such things will be needed. *slaps forehead* It's times like this only the word "D'oh!" will suffice. D'oh! The second aspect of what made everything funny was the consciousness I had of the fact that we were all standing around glued to the goggle box, watching a statue do nothing for at least for 45 minutes. And during this time, the CNN commentator finding nothing to say, and so rambling on with the correspondent about nothing in particular. "Oh, this statue's been up for less than a year, uh, I can see everything from the hotel room, well the crowd's pretty small (duh)..." etc etc. Trust CNN to record this and not run any other news programme, while the whole world is just made to watch the big statue take up the entire screen, with nothing happening for close to an hour. BBC wasn't much better, and neither was NBC. Channel News Asia was running some stock market thingy. So much for breaking news. *yawn* Well let's hope this heralds the beginning of a better age for them all. :) God is Peace! :) Viv wished for the moon @ 6:37 AM Wednesday, April 09, 2003 Death by cream puff.Popped the mother of all cream-puffs, a bit of confectionery slightly larger than the size of my palm and thicker, coated in tufts of powdered sugar for dessert. Removed over half the cream inside but still wound up, at the end of eating, rather stupefied. I dread to think what would've happened if I'd scarfed the lot. Gads. *_* *Stares into space* But thank God, our production problems are diminishing! Production will go on as planned, only perhaps pushed a week back, if we can wrangle the theatre. *Crosses fingers and prays hard!* So we have 6/7 weeks to put this show together. Tight tight tight, but it can be done! :) Major casting finally complete, only a couple of characters left to find actors for, and they won't be needed for a while yet, so time's still somewhat aplenty. :) First rehearsal, finally, on Friday! :) 'Bout time. *Cheers* Psyched, I am. *Grins* We'll make Rumours gossip to remember! ;) Ani...matrix...a...*jaw goes slack, oozes back to The Mayor of Casterbridge to try and get some constructive work done on it* Blech. *Burps* Viv wished for the moon @ 8:22 AM *yowls in frustration* And equally unhappy, is some two-bit programme pestering me to get extra plug-ins that screw my comp, just so I can RUN the file!!!!! >_< Viv wished for the moon @ 7:26 AM *sits quietly, twiddling fingers happily and grinning to self* The Animatrix. *twiddles fingers, twitch twitch* Animatrix. ANIMATRIX!!!! NGAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! *squeals like a demented fangirl* What is it? Only the coolest franchise gambit ever adopted by the makers of one of the most kickass movies of this era, and I sure as hell don't mean Star Wars Episode Two. Next up? Matrix Reloaded. Bought a copy of a movie magazine to get into the swing of the whole affair. Well, no. I just bought it for the reversible Twins and Morpheus poster it came with. *grins hugely* Man, what am I doing? Block tests tomorrow! *bonks self in bullet time with fork* There is no spoon, is there? Happiness is a 56k modem with which I can download Animatrix films in parts. :) Viv wished for the moon @ 7:25 AM Tuesday, April 08, 2003 Faithful Friend::Twila Paris & Steven Curtis Chapman:: Everyone knows you As a man of honor I am glad to know you Simply as a friend You have always taken Time to be my brother And I'll be standing by you in the end But I will never put you on a pedestal I thank the Lord for everything you do I'll be there to pray for you and for the ones you love I believe that He will finish all He's started in you I will be an open Door that you can count on Anywhere you are Anywhere you've been I will be an honest Heart you can depend on I will be your faithful friend. I am one of many Whose path has been made clearer By the light you've carried faithfully As a warrior and a child God has used you greatly To encourage and inspire You've remained a true friend all the while So I will never put you on a pedestal Cause we both know all the glory is the Lord's And I'll be there to pray that He will keep you by His grace And I always will remind you to be seeking His face I will be an open Door that you can count on Anywhere you are Anywhere you've been I will be an honest Heart you can depend on I will be a faithful friend Should it ever come your time to mourn I will weep with you And every single time you win I'm celebrating, too Oh, I will celebrate with you I will be an open Door that you can count on Anywhere you are Anywhere you've been I will be an honest Heart you can depend on I will be a faithful friend I will be faithful I will be a faithful friend. (Bold and italic characters to differentiate the two singers. Naturally when both are employed they're both singing.) Viv wished for the moon @ 1:25 AM OW! *Crick* Shit, something happened to my neck. Woke up with a neckache, something I haven't had in ages. I think I slept with with my head at a wonky angle last night. >_< I can't turn to the right without straining it. Popped some tylenol but no effect. *kicks for no good reason* At this rate how am I gonna cross roads? They say "Look right, left and right, then cross"! When I can't fulfill 2/3 of those instructions I can't go anywhere! *wails* Oh, what am I making a fuss about? I'm hardly going anywhere and with mummy to ferry me around I don't need to cross no streets. *smirks* Yay hopefully we'll sneak out for coffee again today. It's been fun at home with brother and mum and dad and Misty, I will miss it when I go back to school. Thinking about all the updating and catching up that'll be essential tomorrow gives me a headache! All our ELDDFS programmes have to be rescheduled, production has to be discussed, and we have to swing back into gear toot sweet. Downloaded a whole lot of "Whose Line is it Anyway?" clips off the Internet. XD Provided us with good laughs the entire day, the Whose Line team rock my world! ^_^ Musing, musing. Or maybe just hungry. I don't know how weird this sounds but I feel the neck, shoulders and back have a faintly erotic charge about them. I know Japanese men have fetishes for necks, wrists and ankles (basically anywhere with joints)...well that's kinda unrelated but an interesting point. No, I don't have a fetish for those bits but I do like the curve and elegance of that zone. I suppose it's more from an artistic point of view, I always find it great to draw the line of the neck and back, it often defines the posture and stature of the character I'm creating. The nicest kind of hairstyle a girl can have, I think, is one where her hair is swept back and pinned high, so that the shape of the neck can be seen, ballerina style. There's something incredibly classy about that, and yeaah, faintly, well, erotic. From an aesthetic point of view. :) Of course if you've got a hairy back, forget it! Ew. ;P I'm hungrrry....*stomach rumbles* Viv wished for the moon @ 1:21 AM Monday, April 07, 2003 At long last, have Vivienne's archive woes been solved? Stay tuned, the changes haven't shown up yet...*bites nails* Yum yum.*** It lives, Igor, eeet leeeeeevez!! *triumphant cackle accompanied by the howl of a furious gale* I shall vule the vurld!!!!!!!! Viv wished for the moon @ 8:47 PM Diarrhoea, diarrhoea, diarrhoea! Sorry, have a point to prove. ;) Take that, Siah! Viv wished for the moon @ 8:37 PM Sunday, April 06, 2003 Groovin' baby! On a downloading frenzy, got about as many tracks from the Crybaby Soundtrack as I could possibly retrieve from the wild web out there. It's hard to concentrate on listening and typing at the same time, so really I don't know why I'm blogging right now. Possibly cuz just sitting in front of the computer listening to music is kinda silly, so might as well do something else while I'm at it. Why I chose blogging, I have no clue. There's a vortex of karma here or something, probably. Eh. *taps foot to music* She-bop."Crybaby Walker? I just have this to say. You're a liar, and a cad, and I spit on your tears." Sends chills down me spine, arrrrh. Crybaby's a B-grade, likeable flick with the irresistable Johnny Depp, so that's good enough for me. *purr* Ok, Vivienne, say something intelligent now. Right about now. Sh'Booom! Can't sit still. Feel too hyperactive for my own good. *jives* Gah! Catchya in a tick, duckies. Gotta get these jitters out of my system! Viv wished for the moon @ 8:48 AM Oh, lummy. On this computer at least, Shout Out insists on playing hide-and-seek with me, disappearing and reappearing at will. Most annoying. *pokes it with a fork* Gaah. I think I'm going back to my old phase of Internet addiction, so it's a good thing it's back to school soon. Another week of this break would turn me into a hopeless World Wide Webaholic. Or maybe I'm just getting hooked on blogging. There's an interesting thread of discussion at Blogskins, the subject put up by webmaster Myles Grant being something to the effect of "Can anyone tell me why 33% of the site traffic comes from Singapore?" Fascinating phenomenon that has generated a mack truck of responses from mostly, surprise, surprise, Singaporean bloggers. In a nutshell, several causes have been listed: the fact that Singapore's just really wired, Singaporean teens are just really bored because of the SARS break, or just blog-mad, or we live in such a repressed, oppressed regime where everything is controlled, censored and runs like clockwork, and our only liberation is blogging on the internet. *_* Can't say I was completely surprised to see the last reason show up, and many times over. I was bugged on two accounts: Firstly, we get the point with a couple or so of these posts! No need to beat a dead horse by having don't know how many people parrot the same phrases over and over again in their own little spiels. And secondly, it's starting to tick me off, this somewhat self-righteous and apologetic attitude a number of Singaporeans seem to adopt towards their country during online discussions when the subject of Singapore is raised, as though they are heroic martyrs in a country where they cannot breathe a word, or where creativity is stifled, and human rights are wantonly abused. On the surface it would _seem_ to put forth an idea of objectivity, that Singaporeans can step back and assess 'coldly' the numerous flaws of their country, and admit it, to a certain extent it's cool not to be bought over with propaganda and nationalism. Like, one-ness with the global commnunity is soooooo it, dude. But beneath that, what do people see? Citizens, ashamed and embarassed of their country? Floaters, lacking a social and national identity? Don't wash your dirty linen in public, I believe. I believe it is right and perfectly acceptable for Singaporeans to debate such issues of "oppressive regimes and no rights" among themselves; it's what they have to do, constantly reassess who they are and where they come from. But in front of a global audience, even where free-expression is the keyword of the day, responsibilities have to be taken on. Just as you strive not to put yourself and your friends in a bad light, so as a representative of your country you should be fair as well; I'm not saying you should praise Singapore to the skies, just present a balanced picture. Deep down I know a lot of people recognize that clockwork-like and regimented as this place is, it's a hell of a lot better than a lot of other places in the world. And I say, be thankful. For everything there is to complain about there is always something to be glad for. I'm glad to be where I am. I'd rather a regimented, regulated existence which keeps me and my loved ones and my dreams intact than somewhere else wilder and looser. What's wrong with things running like clockwork anyway? What would you rather have? Perhaps I seem too complacent, too bourgeoise and happily situated to really care that my soul is rotting because my country will not let me gratuitously criticize its workings without offering suggestions on how to make it better, and that in choosing not to be cynical and disillusioned that "the government won't do anything about it!" I am unintelligent and spineless. Yes, maybe I just am. The point is, I'm happy. I'm content, and I know why. Perhaps I live by the status quo, but it doesn't follow that I accept it blindly. I know why I support what I stand for, and that's probably the most important thing of all. How's that for national education? :P Viv wished for the moon @ 4:08 AM Saturday, April 05, 2003 If I say, "Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me,"even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you. For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting. Psalm 139: 11-16, 23, 24 (NIV) Viv wished for the moon @ 10:39 PM Between You and Me ::dcTalk:: Sorrow is a lonely feeling Unsettled is a painful place I've lived with both for far too long now Since we've parted ways I've been wrestling with my conscience And I found myself to blame If there's to be any resolution I've got to peel my pride away Just between you and me I've got somethin' to say I wanna get it straight Before the sun goes down Just between you and me Confession needs to be made Recompense is my way to freedom now Just between you and me I've got something to say If confession is the road to healing Forgiveness is the promised land I'm reaching out in my conviction I'm longing to make amends So, I'm sorry for the words I've spoken For I've betrayed a friend We've got a love that's worth preserving And a bond I will defend Just between you and me I've got somethin' to say I wanna get it straight Before the sun goes down Just between you and me Confession needs to be made Recompense is my way to freedom now Just between you and me I've got something to say In my pursuit of God, I thirst for holiness As I approach the Son, I must consider this Offenses unresolved, they'll keep me from the throne Before I go to Him my wrong must be atoned If there's to be any resolution I've got to peel my pride away Just between you and me I've got somethin' to say I wanna get it straight Before the sun goes down Just between you and me Confession needs to be made Recompense is my way to freedom now Just between you and me I've got something to say Viv wished for the moon @ 10:35 PM Rrrroowwrrrl. 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Ngaaah! Where'd my Shout Out box go?!??!! *panicked* Viv wished for the moon @ 9:39 AM Buy 4-D on it. The Wong family had dinner in front of the TV today! O_O Channel 5 was screening Romancing The Stone (Kathleen Turner and Michael Douglas before he got all hoary and craggy) on TV in the evening and my mum and dad got home just in the nick of time from their gallavanting, so my mum whipped up a pizza dinner and we ate in front of the telly. Fun! ^_^ Yes, obviously, I don't do this often enough for me to stop jumping excitedly like a hyperactive kid about the whole thing, so cut me some slack, I am an unabashed wimpy priss. :P I can't even differentiate between the sounds of a bus and an MRT if I were just to listen to them both on a phone receiver, for goodness' sake. I don't know whether to laugh uproariously at myself or wear a bag on my head and sit in a corner. *blush* Man. Alright, stop sniggering already. Bunnymania is multiplying and spreading almost as fast as those buggers do. I'm seeing bunnies everywhere, in people's MSN nicknames, on TV, argh!!! It's rabid, I tell yeh! Mm, bunnies. ^_^ *glomphs them* Nyum nyum nyum. Easter's a-coming, I should have an easter bunny up somewhere soon. Geesh, this blog ain't for the diabetic. 0_o School starting on Wednesday, and we go headlong into block tests. Erk! *careens madly back and forth* Well, got most of the essentials out of the way, but only by studying at a snail's pace. I guess I could've covered other subjects too, could've caught up on things like my S-Geog or got up to date on my math, but it just didn't really occur to me. I was just doing Econs and Lit all the way through, and because there wasn't that much to go through, doing it v-e-e-e-e-rr-r-r-r-y slowly. Chalk up a coupla hours of work every day and spend the rest of the day in blissful delirium. Thereabouts. Man. I think I wasted a perfectly good break. Nooooo!!! Oh well, but I had fun. Witness the volume of artwork I managed to churn out! *happy* And didn't have that bad a time of it either. Lots of time to kick back and head out (well once in a while...*big eyed*). a 6.5 out if 10. *Yawns* Wonder if there'll be Sunday School tomorrow. Murf, exhausted. It's been an odd-ish kinda day, really. *_* Let's see, let me further digress. On...um...here, have a bunny. NOOOOO! My mind is giving way! Um... Oh yes! Becky! Finally read Asimov's "I, Robot", or should I say, YOUR copy of "I, Robot" at long last! It's a helluva book, I gotta say. Entertaining, elegantly written and extremely intelligent. I must say, you have excellent taste! *thumbs up* Wanna get the Foundation series now, I'm liking this Asimov dude a lot. When I grow up I wanna be like him! ^_^ Alright, for fun, The Three Laws of Robotics: 1. A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm. 2. A robot must obey orders given it by human beings except where such orders would conflict with the First Law. 3. A robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Law. As my mum put it, quite a tricky set-up, endless room for logical deduction and discussion. Not something you read on the bus on in the waiting room of the dentist, to fully appreciate Asimov's work you have to sit down and read it carefully, keeping track of the story and weighing its new twists and ideas consistently. That's how to get the best out of his books. And I'm telling ya, it's worth it. :) And my lenses feel like they're gonna pop out of my eyes. >_< Argh, stay in, you two! Quit jiggling around! *pokes 'em* Ouch, that wasn't a great idea. *Gropes around* Yeah yeah, everyone getting ideas now, eh? Just because I say GROPE means it's something naughty, eh? GROPE GROPE GROPE! Ha, get a load of that! Sicko perverts, eh? Woohoo! *Stumbles off to slosh head in the milk carton* I'm losing it, folks. Ta ta! *trills* Viv wished for the moon @ 9:34 AM Scanned in a coupla things. Grr, the neighbours are burning something outside, pretty big bonfire type thing. Some Ching Ming thing (whee a rhyme!)? I don't know, whatever it is it's beginning to annoy me. My tolerance level today is abnormally low. Theraputic, is photoshopping. Anyway. Yes, observe, BUNNY POWAH! Look at the sidebar to see what I mean. Demented wabbits wock. ^_^ And here's to prove it! 
"Towards midnight the rain ceased and the clouds drifted away, so that the sky was scattered once more with the incredible lamps of stars. Then the breeze died too and there was no noise save the drip and trickle of water that ran out of clefts and spilled down, leaf by leaf, to the brown earth of the island. The air was cool, moist, and clear; and presently even the sound of the water was still. The beast lay huddled on the pale beach and the stains spread, inch by inch. The edge of the lagoon became a streak of phosphorescence which advanced minutely, as the great wave of the tide flowed. The clear water mirrored the clear sky and the angular bright constellations. The line of phosphorescence bulged about the sand grains and little pebbles; it held them each in a dimple of tension, then suddenly accepted them with an inaudible syllable and moved on. Along the shoreward edge of the shallows the advancing clearness was full of strange, moonbeam-bodied creatures with fiery eyes. Here and there a larger pebble clung to its own air and was covered with a coat of pearls. The tide swelled in over the rain-pitted sand and smoothed everything over with a layer of silver. Now it touched the first of the stains that seeped from the broken body and the creatures made a moving patch of light as they gathered at the edge. The water rose further and dressed Simon's coarse hair with brightness. The line of his cheek silvered and the turn of his shoulder became sculpted marble. The strange, attendant creatures, with their fiery eyes and trailing vapours, busied themselves round his head. The body lifted a fraction of an inch from the sand and a bubble of air escaped from the mouth with a wet plop. Then it turned gently in the water. Somewhere over the darkened curve of the world the sun and moon were pulling; and the film of water on the earth planet was held, bulging slightly on one side while the solid core turned. The great wave of the tide moved further along the island and the water lifted. Softly, surrounded by a fringe of inquisitive bright creatures, itself a silver shape beneath the steadfast constellations, Simon's dead body moved out towards the open sea." --William Golding's Lord of the Flies: Chapter Nine Viv wished for the moon @ 4:08 AM Friday, April 04, 2003 Remember the Time::Michael Jackson:: Do you remember when we fell in love We were young and innocent then Do you remember how it all began? It just seemed like heaven so why did it end? Do you remember back in the fall? We'd be together all day long Do you remember us holding hands In each other's eyes we'd stare Do you remember the time When we fell in love? Do you remember the time When we first met? Do you remember the time When we fell in love? Do you remember the time? Do you remember how we used to talk (ya know) We'd stay on the phone at night till dawn Do you remember all the things we said Like I love you so I'll never let you go Do you remember back in the spring Every morning birds would sing Do you remember those special times They'll just go on and on in the back of my mind Do you remember the time When we fell in love Do you remember the time When we first met girl Do you remember the time When we fell in love Do you remember the time Those sweet memories Will always be dear to me And Girl no matter what was said I will never forget what we had now Baby Do you remember the time When we fell in love? Do you remember the time When we first met? Do you remember the time When we fell in love? Do you remember the time? Remember the time ooh Remember the time Do you remember Girl Remember the time On the phone you and me Remember the time Till dawn Two or three What about us girl Remember the time do you do you do you do you do you Remember the time In the Park On the Beach Remember the Time And you me in Spain Remember the Time What about What about us Remember the time Ooh ... in the Park Remember the time After dark ... Do you Do you Do you Remember the time Do you Do you Do you Do you Remember the time Viv wished for the moon @ 10:59 PM Hey Kids, it's photo time! Yep, or as my brother puts it, time for me to violate the privacy of our family by gratuitiously posting photos of us. :P Well not really us. My brother took some photos of the cat when it wandered into our house (somewhen in the beginning of March, I blogged about it), and here they are. Kitty looks like she belongs, she's so sweet... ^_^ *melts* Subject detected entering the living area through the kitchen. Subject sussing out the living room carpet. Subject bunchy and fat, sitting and doing nothing in particular. A calm before the furry terror is unleashed that is...MISTY!!!! And just for fun, here's my mum, myself, kid brother Aaron and a family friend's son, who's living with us while he completes his NS, against the backdrop of the Merlion at the Esplanade. Beautiful place.:) All together now! Viv wished for the moon @ 8:17 AM *grumble* Why can't blog templates be idiotproof? And why does HTML have to be such a major pain? Grr... Viv wished for the moon @ 1:43 AM Thursday, April 03, 2003 Dude, I think we're lost. *blinks* >_< Good morning, world!*mind draws a blank, and can't think what else to say* Yeah, good morning! Viv wished for the moon @ 8:27 PM Nothing a good dose of quizzage can't cure somewhat.  Nihilist Bear Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You? brought to you by Quizilla Shit, I like fluffy kitties.
And though it breaks my heart who am I to want of one who will not give? Exactly. Viv wished for the moon @ 10:55 AM Jaded ::Aerosmith:: Hey j-j-jaded, you got your mama's style But you're yesterday's child to me So jaded You think that's where it's at But is that where it's supposed to be You're gettin' it all over me and serrated My my baby blue Yeah I been thinkin' about you My my baby blue Yeah you're so jaded And I'm the one that jaded you Hey j-j-jaded In all it's misery It will always be what I love and hated And maybe take a ride to the other side We're thinkin' of We'll slip into the velvet glove And be jaded My my baby blue Yeah I'm thinkin about you My my baby blue Yeah I'm so jaded And baby I'm afraid of you Your thinking's so complicated I've had it all up to here But it's so overrated Love and hated Wouldn't trade it Love me jaded Hey j-j-jaded There ain't no baby please When I'm shootin the breeze with her When everything you see is a blur And ectasy's what you prefer My my baby blue Yeah I'm talkin' about you My my baby blue Yeah I've been thinkin' about you My my baby blue Yeah you're so jaded Baby Jaded Baby You're so jaded 'Cause I'm the one that jaded you Viv wished for the moon @ 8:28 AM Life in still motion. Naughty, went out for coffee today with mummy after seeing the dermatologist. Whee, I got a ice blend in my belly, plus some lurid green antibiotics and an acid peel. Fulfilling. Whee. I think I may be mildly lactose intolerant. Sometimes I get stomach cramps after drinking ice blends. Like now. *wince* Yes, it is fun to speak in short sentences. My opinion of the Singaporean Arts Scene has reached something of a low point. I was just reading the papers today and it just struck me that it's made up largely of affected, self-indulgent and dare I say? Somewhat pretentious individuals for the most part, who seek to gratifiy their artistic desires largely through producing weird plays, tuneless music (see: Tanya Chua) and odd bits of pottery that nobody really gets, and while howling about the lack of funding for arts they quite forget other more pertinent issues at hand, more pragmatic bread-and-butter issues that still have to be solved: the economy, jobs, security, complaining that there's no way we can build a street culture (must you have one anyway?) when we set aside areas for graffiti to be drawn because it's simply too un-spontaneous, and yet crow over things like allowing art on the walls of the new North-East MRT line, along the lines of "One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind" and the rest of it. I'm not a philistine, don't get me wrong. On the contrary I am a lover of the arts, and watching art, being part of art, brings me much joy. The one thing I like about our arts scene is the way it's localized, concentrated. In that sense Singapore has the potential to become a hothouse, a hub and thinktank for the arts. I just find our artisans' studied artsi-ness rather irritating. I don't know. Are they like this all over the world? As far as our scene is concerned perhaps because it is still in its formative years, the establishment of its identity will invariably lead to this phase of over-introspection and the pursuit of mere self-gratification in their works. Hopefully, as we find our voice, it'll pass, mature and become a greater boon to the rest of society. I pray for the day to come when the scene grows up. Viv wished for the moon @ 8:15 AM Wednesday, April 02, 2003 Success! :) Well, nearly. Aside from the fact that my Shoutout seems permanently bent on not telling me how many entries I have on first glance, everything else fine. Template salvaged and will last for some time more. :) *huggles it* Good old thing.:) Viv wished for the moon @ 9:10 AMOh dear, messed up my byline. *Headache* Ach. Oh well, back to the drawing board... (Sorry about the weird pointless by-the-minute updates. It seems to be the only way to get template changes to show. Ah well, true colours revealed! So sue me, monkeyboy.) Viv wished for the moon @ 9:09 AM Hallelujah whaddya know, my templates have started to function again...somewhat. It's still a mess though, and it lags the changes I'm making. Gaah, stay tuned. Viv wished for the moon @ 8:50 AM Bored, exhausted, but happy. Been glued to Tochi's Strings of Fate webcomic, it's really, really good shit. I'm envious! *_* Pretty art...*sniffle* And she's only a year older than me. *feels smallish* Meeep! Anyway go read it, it's good... *Yawns hugely, with feeling* Did I make you yawn? They say it's contagious. *Succumbs to another yawn* Doing nothing is exhausting work indeed! That's what I did today. Had Jane and Eng Siang over for what started out as a script-reading session but what turned out to a massive chat/stone-a-thon from 10 till 6. Spent most of the time after lunch flopped out on the couch and mumbling vaguely coherent things at each other, which was fun. Brain turned to mush though, from dearth of use. Murf. *happily blobs across the floor* And I did a good deed today! Helped my bro install his "ShoutOut" thingamajig on his blog. He owes me one, and ought to be eternally grateful. The irony, I can get it working perfectly on his blog and can't get it fixed on mine. :/ Ah well. *Smiles sadly* It's become something of a constant companion to me of late, a vague depression of feeling that leaves a powdery trail of hurt everywhere it ventures. For some reason it's becoming increasingly easy to smile as I hurt. Perhaps I don't know how else to handle it. Perhaps if I were to show a true face I wouldn't be able to be master of the emotion as much as I am now. Either way I'm afraid. It goes beyond the war, beyond this whole SARS mess, to a much deeper, much more personal level. Something that's burrowed into my heart and marked it with an ache that may diminish at times, nearly vanish without a trace. But it's always there. Viv wished for the moon @ 8:46 AM |
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Head in the clouds Vivienne Wong was hatched on the 12th of June 1985 and hails from Singapore, which contrary to popular belief, is not a colony of Japan. Formerly of Raffles Girls' Primary and Secondary School and then of Hwa Chong Junior College's Humanities Scheme, she is currently readjusting herself to the finer points of academia (read: she hasn't studied in ages and is really overworked) in her 2nd year at Nanyang Technological University Communication Studies. However she is currently spending the semester on the snowy plains of Ithaca College, New York, and lovin' it. Otherwise, she likes talking about herself in the third person, drawing, acting, comics, watching cartoons, eating Italian food, light rock, Irish music, Broadway tunes, acoustic guitar riffs, drawing some more and singing loudly in the bathroom. On the other hand, she dislikes unmotivated people, afternoon naps, the conventional, and people who are either smelly or wearing clothes too tight for them so that they end up bulging. Contactable here.
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