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Friday, July 25, 2003 What the...? Piece of crap...my blog is majorly crapping up, at least on my computer. Takes forever to load, HTML cocked up and I can't read my Shoutouts. Blargh...:( Viv wished for the moon @ 7:21 PMThursday, July 24, 2003 Yay, happy shortcut blogging..."When first we faced, and touching showed" When first we faced, and touching showed How well we knew the early moves, Behind the moonlight and the frost, The excitement and the gratitude, There stood how much our meeting owed to other meetings other loves. The decades of a different life That opened past your inch-close eyes Belonged to others, lavished, lost; Nor could I hold you hard enough To call my years of hunger-strife Back for your mouth to colonise. Admitted: and the pain is real But when did love not try to change The world back to itself - no cost, No past, no people else at all - Only what meeting made us feel, So new, and gentle sharp, and strange? --Philip Larkin Viv wished for the moon @ 9:48 AM Saturday, July 19, 2003 Henry Well now that it doesn't (matter)...How many -um- roughly how many-?Charlotte Nine. Pause. Henry Gosh. Charlotte And look what your one did compared to my nine. Henry Nine? Charlotte Feel betrayed? Henry Surprised. I thought we'd made a commitment. Charlotte There are no commitments, only bargains. And they have to be made again every day. You think making a commitment is it. Finish. You think it sets like a concrete platform and it'll take any strain you want to put on it. You're committed. You don't have to prove anything. In fact you can afford a little neglect, indulge in a little bit of sarcasm here and there, isolate yourself when you want to. Underneath it's concrete for life. I'm a cow in some ways, but you're an idiot. Were an idiot. Henry Oh...yes. No commitments. Only bargains. The trouble is I don't really believe it. I'd rather be an idiot. It's a kind of idiocy I like. "I use you because you love me. I love you so use me. Be indulgent, negligent, proccupied, premenstrual...your credit is infinite, I'm yours, I'm committed... It's no trick loving somebody at their best. Love is loving them at their worst. Is that romantic? Well, good. Everything shoulde romantic. Love, work, music, literature, virginity, loss of virginity... Charlotte You've still got one to lose, Henry. --The Real Thing, Tom Stoppard Viv wished for the moon @ 11:45 PM Tuesday, July 15, 2003 Art for us all! Whew! New art up, in full glory. Take us to your donuts, great one!Sample of yumminess:  The cat's meeeeeoow! *purrs* :P Viv wished for the moon @ 7:03 AM Monday, July 14, 2003 Hurrah...have a whole new ton of art ripe for scanning. Too lazy now though...will do it later. I think. Why don't I ever have anything interesting to blog about nowadays? Wrong hour I think. Just had my brother's leftover pasta for lunch, and I'm beyond logical coherent thought. Viv wished for the moon @ 4:07 AMSaturday, July 12, 2003 "It's to do with knowing and being known. I remember how it stopped seeming odd that in biblical Greek knowing was used for making love. Whosit knew so-and-so. Carnal knowledge. It's what lovers trust each other with. Knowledge of each other, not of the flesh but through the flesh, knowledge of self, the real him, the real her, in extremis, the mask slipped from the face. Every other version of oneself is on offer to the public. We share our vivacity, grief, sulks, anger, joy...we hand it out to anybody who happens to be standing around, to friends and family with a momentary sense of indecency perhaps, to strangers without hesitation. Our lovers share us with the passing trade. But in pairs we insist that we give ourselves to each other. What selves? What's left? What else is there that hasn't been dealt out like a deck of cards? A sort of knowledge. Personal, final, uncompromised. Knowing, being known. I revere that. Having that is being rich, you can be generous about what's shared -- she walks, she talks, she laughs, she lends a sympathetic ear, she kicks off her shoes and dances on the tables, she's everybody's and it don't mean a thing, let them eat cake; knowledge is something else, the undealt card, and while it's held it makes you free-and-easy and nice to know, and when it's gone everything is pain. Every single thing. Every object that meets the eye, a pencil, a tangerine, a travel poster. As if the physical world has been wired up to pass a current back to the part of your brain where imagination glows like a filament in a lobe no bigger than a torch bulb. Pain."--Henry, The Real Thing by Tom Stoppard Viv wished for the moon @ 1:36 AM If I didn't know better I'd say my computer had a mind of its own. It's got this remarkable knack for anticipating when I'm really excited and suddenly completely deflating whatever enthusiasm I had. Just as I install Open Canvas and go into spasms of ecstacy over the boundless possibilities, I tragically discover, 5 seconds later, that for what ever crappy dicky reason, my tablet isn't working!! :( It's all plugged up, protests its really working, but that sure as hell ain't squirrels I'm seeing. *grumbles* Whatever that means. Derive your own significance. *grumbles, kicks* Die Wacom, perish! We've just handed the baton to the new ELDDFS exco, and now we ladies are pretty much out of a job, high and dry. Already I'm missing the experience, and getting a really bad guilt trip over all the things I was supposed to do/ should've done during my tenure but didn't get the chance/was just too plain lazy to do. The biggest thing on my guilt radar is, up to this point, STILL NOT SENDING OUT LAST YEAR'S PRODUCTION VIDEOS OUT to those who ordered them!:( A variety of factors contributed to this massive oversight...for one thing, the original recording took ages to come back to us, I had to send it back again because it was crapped over (quality was shit bad!), then realizing that I couldn't produce them in VCD form as planned and had to produce videos, and then finally discovering from our teacher in charge who could do the video transfer that I had to chase the people who ordered the recording to provide their own blank tapes. By that time it was already November, believe it or not...and now since half the people who ordered the discs may well be overseas at university now, or may have just forgotten the whole shebang, I'm not quite sure how to proceed. Call them all up and ask if they remember at all? Even then they still have to find a way to pass me a videotape, and somehow or other they have to collect it too. Man. The perils of leadership at their very best. I seek greener pastures! *lumbers off chewing nonchalantly* Finally easing into the routine of school, studying, Coffee Bean. :P I find I concentrate on revising much better at Coffee Bean with a good old Ice-Blend to see me through. It's turning into a rather pleasantly disturbing addiction. Gaah, kinda hard to concentrate on blogging, got some music on. I defy the conventions of my sex by finding it very difficult to multitask. If I'm plugged into music, I find it very hard to even carry out a conversation with other people, much less string my thoughts into coherent, grammatical sentences. Guess I should end this now, before I've got you thinking I'm a complete linguistic thicko and laugh derisively. Bananas to you! *smoosh* For the record no for the most part I don't like Tori Amos, but I was surprised by this song...we used it for our SYF play in Sec 4 and it really touched me by its gentleness. Haiyah, nice lah. :P China ::Tori Amos:: China All the way to New York I can feel the distance getting close You're right next to me But I need an airplane I can feel the distance as you breathe Sometimes I think you want me to touch you How can I when you build the great wall around you In your eyes I saw the future Together you just look away in the distance China decorates our table Funny how the cracks don't seem to show Pour the wine dear You say we'll take a holiday But we never can agree on where to go Sometimes I think you want me to touch you How can I when you build the great wall around you In your eyes I saw the future Together you just look away in the distance China All the way to New York Maybe you got lost in Mexico You're right next to me I think that you can hear me Funny how the distance Learns to grow Sometimes I think you want me to touch you How can I when you build the great wall around you In your eyes I saw the future Together you just look away in the distance I can feel the distance I can feel the distance I can feel the distance getting close Viv wished for the moon @ 1:06 AM Sunday, July 06, 2003 Aaaaah!!!! Open Canvas is so blessedly easy and fun to use...I'm in heaven. *deliriously drifts* Viv wished for the moon @ 11:19 PMUgh. That does it, my archives have all gone on strike. Either that or they're all shacked up on some serious crank...what the *insert colourful adjective here* is happening with them?! *kicks glumly* Crud that hurt. Ow. *kicks again* Viv wished for the moon @ 12:10 PM JFK, blown away, what more do I have to say? Ah, gotta love Billy Joel. "We Didn't Start the Fire" at least. Anyway. Psychomotor skills slowly breaking down...I find myself typing more slowly with alot more typos. Same with SMS. Maybe I'm developing Carpal Tunnel Syndrome. Hurrah! Now I can finally feel what it's like to be totally incapacitated! Whee! *Dances around till she remembers her fingers are supposed to be cramped up, so sits down and looks sweet and inoffensive* Yaaay, Youth Day tomorrow. Yaaaaaay. All together now, children. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayy. Ugh, and don't get me started on my neckaches? Doood, it's a bomb dood. Neck ache, dood. Feel old, dood. Feel stupid too doood. *Crick* Ouch. Doooood. Somebody get the number of that ambulance, I'm a-ding-dang skirtin' th' fahne edge of sanitation. I mean sanity. Or...blagh. Well either one, I hear they're quite interchangeable. Ooh, check this out. *grins* Not your usual Error 404. *yawns*By jinkies, I might just be allergic to late night blogging. *Breaks out in rashes* Viv wished for the moon @ 12:04 PM Friday, July 04, 2003 Stranded. A random musing...it's occurred to me that the taste of a prawn doesn't quite justify the amount of time that goes into peeling it. Struggling with the shell, having the juices squirt every which way, begin eating only to realize there's a bit of shell you missed, cutting off and wasting pieces of meat in the head and tail cuz you wanted to save time instead of peeling off the head and tail itself...yup, there are a few very good reasons why Vivvy doesn't like prawns. Meh.Block tests ended with spectacular fireworks today...for the first time since the first econs test last year I have this horrible feeling I'm going to bomb it. My answers were way different from my friends'...ok either I'll do spectacularly well or spectacularly badly. I think it's the latter. Vaguely disturbed by it...I thought I knew my concepts and my work but it seems I don't know it as well as I thought. And I've read through it so many times...I have to be ready before exams, somehow or other. Urgh. Sobering thoughts like that do wonders to ruin a bit of post-block-test relaxation. Gonna take it slow today, do some reading...I'll attempt to pick up the pace again tomorrow. Do some filing maybe, pack my room (we're moving into our new place in the 3rd/last week of July. Joy!), organize my books or read Geography or something. I don't know. The world is my happy little oyster. Yum, oyster. *lashings of tabasco* Yum yum yum. I like my new room...I've got the loft, which is very large and spacious and private, on the top level of the house...rather warm though, so my mum's allowed me to have the aircon running low as and when I like. Joy! :) It's got a walk-through closet/storeroom that leads to my bathroom, which has a glass-bowl sink! I've always liked that kind of sink, it looks fishbowl-y and interesting. Reminds me of the hotel lobby toilets of the Fullerton hotel. Cool. No more pink rooms for me, will prolly get this in shades of yellow, orange...something warm and happy. And I've got my eye on some very pretty ethnic-fabric type curtains from Aseana at Millenia Walk...hope they're still there to be purchased. :) No zen-ness for my boudoir, thank you. Gaagh...hate packing, I do...just when I've settled in and started messing my room, it's time to pack it all up again. Urgh. *headache* Will be forced to file papers, the hell I'm going to have them flapping everywhere and getting lost as I truck them here and there. Me no likee. *burps* Mm, Hershey's. ** Brain's died for now. Can't think. Maybe I don't want to. Sigh. I hid it well enough, didn't I? Don't know what else to say. Drained, pained, ashamed. How 'bout that? A nice neat phrase. Viv wished for the moon @ 5:09 AM Wednesday, July 02, 2003 This is disturbing...my archives are in a mess. Urgh. *headache* Viv wished for the moon @ 3:24 AMAnd we're going on a summer holiday... Well not quite. Though I wish I were. Yes, hullo hullo again, happy monkey boys and girls! As you may have guessed by now, I'm on a somewhat-hiatus. Not to say I won't blog at all, but I won't blog properly for a while. I might wander in to dump song lyrics or artwork in here, but other than that...can't say for sure. I know I'll be back, and I'll be blogging again sometime, I just don't know when. It's not so much that I'm depressed or got scarred by some experience whereby some freak found my ISP and is currently sending me rotten bananas in the mail...I just...don't quite feel like blogging right now. That's all really. But believe you me, I'll be back. Ah'll be baahck! *T2 music plays* Stuck in the middle of block tests too...math tomorrow, econs on Friday, a one day break and I've gotta be good to go again. The clock's ticking, and time is passing faster than I realize...by George, I think I'd better start studying. Erk! Anyway since I'm here might as well post art... been up to quite a lot lately. Just a selection of my favourites. Lately I've been maxing out my bandwidth, which appalls me moderately. Is it too much for a girl to want some decent webspace providers? *wails* Honestly!! But, back to business. If there's any nudity, they'll be in link form...the rest are quite safe for young eyes. View away, flower children! Finger Paints. What artists and their models do when they get bored! ;) *AHEM* Realized I put the easel in the wrong place, it should be in front of them, not behind...ah well. I've been told it looks like it could be either chocolate sauce or blood, but that's open to interpretation. ;) Demonology 101 art...Madeline! Her hair's purple, not brown, hence Version 2 of the coloured pics.   
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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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