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Tuesday, December 30, 2003 Oh boy, all of a sudden I need the potty. But first things first.I'M BACK!!!!!! For the confused out there, my mother came down sick today and we decided to cut short our trip and come home. So we came back on the 10pm flight, arrived back home at 1am to be greeted by the dog -- which was sweet of her -- and feel restless after doing the online rounds, especially since I can't go into my room till midway through tomorrow at least. Bugger it, they're varnishing the floor, the varmints. Bali was pretty nice...but road travel was somewhat...worrying. Traffic is highly anarchic, traffic lights don't mean jack (I only saw one in my entire trip anyway and it's saying a lot, considering I spent like a total of 12 hours on the road), cars go any way they please on a two-lane street, I shriek whenever a poor mangy stray trots into the path of the van and is liable for roadkill status (they're a pretty smart lot, the strays, didn't knock over a single one we did, for all our driver's fancy manouvering), and once we go into the less populated areas the drive feels something like Disneyland's Indiana Jones adventure ride, minimal suspension and the rest of it. Hell on the ass and havoc on the stomach, it rearranged my intestines many times over. In short, I've come to the conclusion that driving in Bali is an exercise in Darwinism, only the fittest survive. And yet somehow I imagine they get far less traffic accidents per year than we do, for all our wide roads and safety rules. Motorcyclists there weave in and out of traffic like nobody's business and even go against the flow and they're alright. At home, motorcyclists travelling in the same direction as everyone else, albeit at rather unsafe speeds, get knocked over in the dozens every month. Or was it year? I forget. But you get what I mean. That being said, there's tons to explore in Bali, and 3.85 days definitely didn't do it justice. Will get back to this later, but Bali Belly is getting the better of me. What does Vivvy mean? Stay tuned! *makes a dash for the loo* Viv wished for the moon @ 1:59 PM Thursday, December 25, 2003 Ho Ho Ho. Just to be bo liao, here are the presents I received. Not a lot but I'm not too particular anymore...I'm past the age my cousins have just reached, where you hop around anxiously waiting for people to gather around the tree so that you can leap on your presents and shred the wrappers to pieces. Ah, those were the days. I figured I'd best save up to buy the things I want myself...it's never easy to tell people precisely what you'd like, and especially so in my case since my fancies keep changing. As far as Christmas gifts go, for me they're symbols that people cared enough to give me anything at all. With that in mind, I can't complain, 's all good to me! :)-A new Wacom Intuos 2 from me dad! Well actually I've had it for ages, only for various reasons couldn't take it out of the box, and my dad decided to hijack it as his Christmas gift to me. Ah, I don't mind, it was fun getting it all over again, reliving the original thrill of finding out I HAD A NEW BIGGER WACOM!!!!! :D :D :D -Stila's Jade Blossom perfume, from my mum. I'm wearing it now. *snifs* Sweeeet. -The Animatrix on VCD, from kid brother Aaron. Pretty nice of him actually.:) -Giordano T-shirt from my Grandma, with a nice sunburst motif on the side -$12 from my Grandpa. Whoo! Cash! -A set of Beatrix Potter (!!) handtowels from one aunt and uncle. Don't ask, I have no idea either. -This lovely glass box for jewellry, from another aunt and uncle -A beanbag for my handphone to rest in, from another aunt and uncle -A set of eyeshadows and lipglosses from our neighbours That's all so far, but I believe I'm getting one more today. *winks* Gaaah...well just about finished Columbia application, with one last check through and a prayer I can send it off today. Northwestern, on the other hand, is a little sticky...I'm having a darnedly hard time with them essays and I foresee my Bali trip to be taken up by frantic brainstorming and writing so that I can quickly type it all out and submit when I get home on the evening of the 31st. Thank God for time zones, at that time it'll only be morning on the 31st in Evanston, Illinois, which gives me a grace period to get everything together before the specified deadline of midnight on the 1st. I do hope they mean THEIR time zone, not mine. Whoops. *grimace* Oh speaking of which I forgot to mention...I'll be in Bali from tomorrow to the 31st (as you might have inferred), so I'll see you when I'm back folks, in time for 2004! *waves flags, banners, streamers* Jan and Karin: Erk, I didn't mention it to you at all? Eeek, my apologies! Don't worry, I promise to buy you guys something nice from Bali... might even find Jan a masseuse. :P Viv wished for the moon @ 11:26 PM Wednesday, December 24, 2003 Merry Christmas!!!!And the thing to remember most of all is that for all the unfairness we feel in this existence, it can never equal the great burden of injustice in the other weighing pan, that the Lord of all creation should send His blameless, Perfect Son to live and die for a broken, sinful world. Viv wished for the moon @ 11:48 PM I just got the formal rejection letter. It was thin, a single sheet of paper in an envelope so nondescript, my dad accidentally took it to work with him today and had to give it to me when he came home, half an hour ago. Of course I'd seen it before, I'd read it before, memorized that one crucial phrase, but reading it again was like reliving that morning as I stared at it helplessly on the computer monitor. "Dear Ms. Vivienne Wong: The Yale Admissions Committee has completed its evaluation of Early Action candidates, and I am sorry to have to say we are not able to offer you a place in the class..." And I'm definitely happy for all of those in Humanz whose University dreams have come true: Yong Feng, Su Lin, Charmaine, Ce Xiang, Wenqi, my old friend Xin Hui. And I know there will be many more added to their ranks. Yet every time I hear such news there's a bitterness on my tongue, the goading. Why do success stories happen to everyone else except you? And I know what a fallible perspective that is, how human, and how God is completely nixed from the picture. I know I should pick myself up. Get Up, and get going. I know I can, I know I will. I have to. But every time I hear the happy news from friends, I can't help but dissolve the smile with a bad old cry. I've found it's become increasingly easy to cry. "Vivienne wished for the moon." She always does. But sometimes even the stars fly out of reach. Viv wished for the moon @ 4:18 AM Tuesday, December 23, 2003 *whistles like a crazy dame at a strip club on ladies' night* Long live CassieClaire, and pervy fancying! Elrond's my fancy! What's your fancy? Click here and tell the world! Saw ROTK...not bad. Am devoid of comment for now, haven't even had breakfast yet...*Shuffles off* Viv wished for the moon @ 8:52 PM Monday, December 22, 2003 Life in Plastic, It's Fantastic. Oh gosh...vinyl figurines are my secret crush. I've had a passionate affair with them from afar, through store windows and the glass tops of counter displays...the power of toys indeed. Vinyl actually gets me fired up because of the possibilities. I've always considered turning Bunny into a set of figurines, for myself at least, and I thought once to try marketing them -- one of the things to try after I leave school. *Dreamy* There's just a clean chunky feel about vinyl toys, the colours, the designs...I prefer the Asian series to the Western ones, actually...there's something edgier about the Hong Kong and Taiwanese styles than the American ones, or even the Japanese ones. The HK and Taiwan young turks are hot on fusion styles...Gorillaz meets Manga, if you will, and already taking into consideration the vibrant youth and yuppie culture there it produces extremely distinctive designs: cf Michael Lau, the big granddaddy of the whole vinyl craze. *goes off to drool some more* Argh! Northwestern apps first! University apps first! *Forces back concentration* Ngaaah...oh well. Viv wished for the moon @ 1:13 PMPieces of Crap. After reading Jan's blog I feel like I've been really frittering my time away...:( Essays still incomplete (doesn't mean unstarted though, mind you ^^;;) and I've not been doing all the Christmassy things...eating lots and the like. Ok, I've started eating lots but only recently. Seems like Jan's been at it for quite a while *grinz*. But yay! I'm watching Return of the King today! :D *highly excited* We have complementary tickets. There's nothing sweeter to accompany a good movie than a free ticket. :) But because it's a company function chances are all the pre-show ads will be those of the company...not too bad but highly annoying when it goes on the loop cycle, I tell yeh. I say this from experience. *_* And baby, I hope we find our Fields of Gold, and never have to contemplate the past tense for we would always be walking in them. Viv wished for the moon @ 12:59 PM Sunday, December 21, 2003 Whee I have a Deviantart site now! ^_^ I'm still getting used to all the little bells and whistles it provides...mildly mind-boggling. I shall get the hang of it soon.The Imaginarium Deviates. Sting writes such good music, and haunting melodies. This has to be my favourite of his songs. Fields of Gold ::Sting:: You'll remember me when the west wind moves Upon the fields of barley You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky As we walk in fields of gold So she took her love for to gaze awhile Upon the fields of barley In his arms she fell as her hair came down Among the fields of gold Will you stay with me, will you be my love Among the fields of barley? We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky As we lie in fields of gold See the west wind move like a lover so Upon the fields of barley Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth Among the fields of gold I never made promises lightly And there have been some that I've broken But I swear in the days still left We'll walk in fields of gold We'll walk in fields of gold Many years have passed since those summer days Among the fields of barley See the children run as the sun goes down As you lie in the fields of gold You'll remember me when the west wind moves Upon the fields of barley You can tell the sun in his jealous sky When we walked in fields of gold When we walked in fields of gold When we walked in fields of gold Viv wished for the moon @ 8:05 AM Thursday, December 18, 2003 A Sandman template would be nice too...or a Labyrinth template...or just some nice swirly template with lots of stars and blue. Oh wait, that's my template. Laalaalaa. Viv wished for the moon @ 2:31 PMToo cool though...Spiderman Blog Templates. Now if only they'd make them for Batman too... Viv wished for the moon @ 2:30 PM All quiet on the western front. Finished the first draft of the essay, finally...doesn't mean I'm happy with it though. I'm just glad I got through the draft, will wake up to the horrors of editing, and the realization that it was completely crapped over and I have to rewrite it. Gaaah. Till then. I'll let the morning (the real morning I mean, not this awful 3.30 hour) bring its own horrors. Good night, folks. Viv wished for the moon @ 2:29 PM And I've just managed to drive myself into a corner. Now there's really no way I'm going to get this done...utterly pissed off with myself. Pissed off at my inactivity, pissed off at my inertia, pissed off that I'm a shapeless useless piece of grey weird shit. I'm out of the loop, stuck in the woods, hoist by my own petard, simultaneously struggling against my helplessness as I create it for myself. I shouldn't do this to myself, but I don't care, I have. I'm tired, I'm spent, I'm ready to just sail out to sea on a raft on my own and drift endlessly. Perhaps even then I'd get more done than I am now. Viv wished for the moon @ 11:45 AM Oh God, I can't do this. I can't write this fucking essay, I don't know how. It's the simplest, most cliched topic on the face of the earth and I can't write it. Fuck it. FUCK. Viv wished for the moon @ 11:41 AM I miss using my Wacom. I can't install it myself because my dad disabled the install programme features. I can only do it when I get the password which he always forgets to unlock for me. I miss Wacom. :( Aside from that, I'm writing this while doing everything I can to get out of touching my essay which is Very Bad Indeed. But the truth is I dislike the topic...I nearly detest it. I hate it when I can't write essays, when I can't communicate, or when I write things I deem are merely mediocre. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. And this is driving me absolutely crazy...I'm at a dead end, I don't know what to write, I don't know how to write it, I hate every approach I'm thinking up because it sounds utterly mediocre. I despise the mediocre and I hate what I've done of my essay and yet I don't know how to change it. It's due in under 24 hours. I hate this, I really really do. People get angsty and hateful over life. I save it all for my essays. Viv wished for the moon @ 11:39 AM Wednesday, December 17, 2003 Oh, bugger it. I guess I'd better be looking for a job too...don't know what to apply for...I've already applied to do relief teaching but aside from that everything else is a blank. Should I be a secretary? Or do some job-shadowing type thing? I'm wasting my own bloody time! Arrrrggghhh!!! Drat this horrible post-exam inertia!!! :( :( :(Just Hey! What the...?! All my Shout Out entries have disappeared into oblivion. Like whut....evil little shit. *kicks and walks off muttering murderously* Viv wished for the moon @ 8:01 AM Oh man...they do sell Gormenghast in Singapore! But it was $50 at Great World City, and unavailable for rental...*squeals* Just something I remembered to bring up, since I was looking through my wishlist just now. Speaking of which the list has been lengthened yet again, because I am a woman of many wants. Aren't we all, ladies. I've come to the conclusion that I'm a mighty bluffer... for 12 years I've managed to con the education system and all my educators into believing I'm smart. Not a bad trick I'll say. But now the chips are down, and the performance is becoming increasingly difficult to keep up...and the world is finally discovering how stupid I really am. -- And tomorrow will be the anniversary of the end that dropped like a stone in a deceptively calm stream, 2 years ago. Time spirals outwards, endlessly, relentlessly. 2 years, 5 years, 10 years, the rest of your life. On and on and on. Happy Anniversary to us both, and nevermore. *Clinks glass* Viv wished for the moon @ 7:50 AM Was it only yesterday I found out I got my Yale rejection? Seems like so long ago already...even my SPH interview this morning seems far away. Time passes too slowly, and there goes my excuse for not working on my PSC essay, due this Friday. Alas, damn and blast. Better start. I wonder if I'll ever be able to go where I dream of going...whether I'll live the things I imagine. Reading Mark's blog was such a reminder that such things do happen...but somehow never to me. These are always the happy stories, the case studies, that always happen to be someone other, and never yourself. Cambridge on PSC scholarship. Maybe I could have been Yale on (fill in blank) scholarship. It's too late for regrets I know...but I'm always one for the what ifs. I know it's all by His grace and His grace alone that we are where we are, but yet...sigh. I don't know...Lord, I wish you'd intended something different. Viv wished for the moon @ 7:14 AM Feel awfully aimless...all the things I planned to do after the exams seem to have gone up in some cloud somewhere. Everyday I wake up and pass the day in a thick fog. :( But huzzahs for obscure boyfriend blogs. *winks* Viv wished for the moon @ 7:13 AM Monday, December 15, 2003 The stars fade. I checked my Yale Early Action Decision. Looks like I'll be busy filing the rest of my university applications...I've been rejected.This is really the first rejection I've ever had. Why did it have to be my Yale application? It could have been anything else. Why this? I know I won't go into the depths of depression about this. In my heart even as I read the rejection letter I said "Alright Lord, you've told me in no uncertain terms where you don't want me to go. Now show me, what next?" but it didn't stop the disappointment...all the work and effort I invested into applying for Yale, the college I really wanted, that I read up everything about, dreamed about someday going to...and then this. But I'm glad I had His hands to leave it in...I guess I would've reacted a whole lot worse if not for the knowledge that there's a Plan for my life. In any case what else can one do? Just fight on. The day calls, and I have applications to file. Viv wished for the moon @ 8:39 PM Friday, December 12, 2003 Link to more artwork! Follow the posts down...posted a whole load of old artwork.:)Follow the White Rabbit. Viv wished for the moon @ 8:00 AM Yum yum. I did baking with mummy today...we made a batch of brownies and chocolate chip cookies. They're good, I've been sneaking bites the whole afternoon...all that chocolate! *mind fails* The brownies were a little overbaked though, the edges were hard as rock, but still as chocolatey. I reasoned since nobody'd probably eat them I might as well. *burp* Three cheers for the cocoa bean... And some new art. I finally inked up an old piece of art and I intend to finish it! There's nudity, so I'm only gonna put a link. La Luna in Ink. If anyone's interested to colour it, let me know and I can email you the larger version. :) Gaah this keyboard is a screw up...unless you type with it directly in front of you the keys won't respond. Tempermental fing.*kicks* Yay tomorrow's Saturday! Finished one more Stanford mini-essay, and I've got the big one left. I intend to draft it tonight, get writing tomorrow, and I'll make the deadline by the skin of my teeth. *crosses fingers* The admission decisions for Stanford Early Decision are out...congrats to those who got in. Now if only Yale would hurry up and reveal its secrets...*impatiently fidgets* Yale's only sending out their letters on the evening of the 15th of December, which means I'll only get mine around Christmas...it would be a nice gift I guess but I'd rather know sooner so I know whether or not to bother with the rest of my applications. And I'm just downright impatient lah. Ack... Viv wished for the moon @ 7:10 AM Thursday, December 11, 2003 In other news I got a Deviantart account on impulse simply because "Imaginarium" wasn't taken yet...now I don't know what to do with it. Help!Oh what the heck...link to photos here: Prom 2003! Viv wished for the moon @ 4:02 AM OK, photos all up now. That took alot of work! *phew* Use the link below to access the albums...there are 2 of them. Happy viewing! Look, I frittered away the whole day...argh...*kicks her own ass to get started on Stanford again* The hell I"m going to miss this deadline... Viv wished for the moon @ 3:55 AM Wednesday, December 10, 2003 How do you tell the world what you believe in when they refuse to listen? When they're dead set against you?I have no intention of making a martyr of myself, of being a holier-than-thou. I'm far from perfect, as all Christians are. Why is admitting that you are born to sin a sign that you don't love yourself, that you have no self respect? And so many other things. To be continued. Viv wished for the moon @ 11:12 PM First few photos...many more coming soon! Viv wished for the moon @ 7:32 AM Post-prom: The Aftermath. Whoo...considering the fact I've only slept 5 hours I'm surprisingly lucid, if not mentally rather drained. Verdict: Prom was...alright. About the same as your average bash, and as usual it consisted of a mediocre dinner, and programme nobody paid any attention to because they were too busy running around taking photos. I got exhausted of it after a rather short time and ended up sitting sedately for most of the evening...post prom was really more fun than prom itself. I guess to make things easier let's try a timeline...I have photos but they're in the other computer and the mouse is being rather belligerent and unco-operative, so no way I can get them up now. The quality is god-awful though, I'm pretty upset...the only photo I have with the LD exco was utterly blurred, as were several other shots that I liked. :( Noooo! :( :( 2 years since my last prom...it's something I approach with ambivalence. I've never been much of a crowd person, and I'm not fond of noise, and mingling with vague acquaintances I have nothing much to say to. I like to think I'm pretty basic and low-maintainance on the whole. But that's just my fancy. Anyway. Tuesday 9th December 3pm: Hair and Makeup at Vive. Hardly recognized myself, was delighted. Have resolved to go for ceramic perm, curls look good. Makeup was great, but wasn't used to heavy mascara and got powder on my contact lenses. Went home half-blind, feeling the sticky weight of eyelids all the way. 5-6pm: Got ready for prom and encountered more contact lens problems when, while trying to clean out the powder, accidentally tore the lens. Had to replace lens but suspect I took the one meant for my right eye instead of my left...vision blurred but was in no further mood to bother with it. On hindsight, not a smart move. 6-7pm: Surprised dad, took lots of photos, hurried to prom at Shangri-La. 7pm: Arrival, rushed up to hotel room to dump things. We were situated in the sumptuous Valley Wing, beautiful room with the largest bathroom you ever did see...bathtub, shower, 2 sinks and a separate room within the bathroom for the loo. Designer toiletries too, and a TV above the bathtub. Highly impressed. Anyway luckily I managed to catch Zhiqiang there before he left to go down...if that were the case I'd be stuck with my big purple duffel bag in the ballroom, having to carry it everywhere. Me no likee. 7pm: The start of gratuitous photo taking. 8pm: Prom finally began after the emcee's repeated plea to settle down. "There will be lots of time to take photos later on." Typically nobody really listened, and councillors had to jump in to herd people to their seats. Honestly. 8pm: PROM. Enough said. Eyesight progressively deteriorated, and now I notice I looked kinda crosseyed in all my photos. Ugh. 11.30pm: Prom programme officially ended and the entire second year was mortified when the councillors jumped on stage crying, "Hwa Chong! Let's do the mass dance!" as the opening bars of "Beechwood" started to filter through the speakers. Most, including myself, beat a hasty retreat. 12MN: Finally returned to room, and we split: a group went for the Hwa Chong Party at some club or other, while Wenyu, Bryan Ho and I headed for Harry's @ The Esplanade, a jazz bar. It was a pleasant surprise that Tiffany came along with us too! Janice, Karin and Galen unfortunately had to leave, because of dad, Oxford tests and enlistment into BMT respectively. Oh yeah, we gave Galen his going-away present of a Hamtaro stuffed toy. He looked amused, then ate the parsley on our cold dish. Not much of a connection there but it's just Galen, ja. Take care hamster...we'll see you soon. Wednesday, 10th December 12.30am: Arrived at Harry's to find out the place closed at 1, so the staff were pretty eager to hurry us along. A band had just finished playing for the night, but as we sat outside with our drinks a group of young people came along, sat at the tables adjacent to us, and burst into acapella at intervals. Slightly offkey they were, but it was supremely nice to listen to music in the wee hours where night meets the morning, when it was cool and quiet and ambient. The drinks helped too I guess. Had this weird blue fruity cocktail called "Still got the blues" (unsurprisingly). More fruit and ice than alcohol, which I should be thankful for, but either way it tasted mildly medicinal. Feet started to ache in high heels. 1.20am: We finally cleared out of Harry's, wandered around the Esplanade area and headed for Stamford food centre near the old National Library for supper since the place is a 24 hour joint. I would have enjoyed the excursion immensely if not for my feet, which started to ache steadily and produce the most horrendous blisters. 2am: Supper of Roti Prata finished and we headed back to the Shang with ta-powed food for those in the room. Poor Wenne blew over $70 from his credit card paying for our drinks at Harry's and our cab fare. Paid him back in cash but it won't look too good for his bill either way. Later he ended up paying for our hotel room and the grand sum spent in 2 days was over $500...don't worry brother, we'll pay you back, scout's honour. 2.15am: Arrived back at the Shang, feet hurting so terribly that the minute we arrived in the lobby I went barefoot. Wanted to take a bath but Jesley had dibs so she went first. Whiled away the time playing Bridge and smelling prata all over the room. 3am: Finally, my turn to use the shower! I got my revenge and spend 50 minutes in there. Actually I could've spent a shorter time but I didn't know how to operate the shower, got shot with scalding water and tried to use the bathtub, but that got rather messy. Went back to the shower after finally figuring out how to operate the water and had myself a good scrub. Let's hear it for hygiene! 4am: Tried to sleep but was restless. Those I was rooming with were nice enough, but admittedly they are a group I've never really clicked with. Decided to go wander downstairs in the lobby, and badly in need of entertainment, messaged Ouyang to find out if he was awake and in the Shang. Fortunately he was, and Wenyu, ever the bodyguard, accompanied me down. 4.05am: Arrived at the lobby to find little clusters of prommers splayed on the couches, still in prom garb and utterly spent. Found out from Alvin that they don't have rooms, and have just been plopped there for hours, staring into the distance. Pretty sad if you ask me...and admittedly was feeling kinda smug because at least I'd had a bath. Erm. And Wenne found a group of his pals, and I was abandoned. So much for bodyguard. 4.10am: Ouyang showed up. Wandered round to the conference room and found a trio of grand pianos. He tinkered with them while I gazed off into deep space and contemplated the meaning of paper clips. So much for the promise of intelligent conversation. 5am: Wenne nowhere in sight. Was escorted in typical chauvinistic ACS gentlemanly fashion back to room, and found it dead quiet as roomies had finally wound down and gone to sleep. Crammed on the bed with 4 other girls and we lay lengthwise, squished as sardines. I think Zing took the seating area outside the toilet, some of the guys took the floor and the couch . 10am: Woke up, thankful that any sleep had been possible, and after washup and hasty phototaking, mummy picked me up. Then we headed for Taka for brunch and some shopping...a pretty nice end to prom. And now, at 2.54pm...home sweet home! Ok now I'm getting tired...might go and take a nap afterwards. But need to remove prom things from bag. Groan, I hate unpacking. But there we go, Hwa Chong Promenade, 2003. Well at least it was 2.54 when I typed all this on notepad...for some reason Blogger wasn't working on that computer. Now I'm using the computer with the nutty mouse, and so I've had to operate all the commands via keyboard. It's been no mean feat to get this far using only the keyboard and no mouse, I tell yeh. Evil. Photos to come very soon... Viv wished for the moon @ 2:08 AM Monday, December 08, 2003 My blog looks a darker colour on this computer. H'm.It's prom tomorrow. Or more accurately, tonight. I'm just not as thrilled as I thought I'd be somehow...I'm utterly drained. And isolated...out to sea in a tiny boat, too proud to row back to shore. It's been oversaid, if you love something let it go. But what if it will not fly? Will you force it away? Make it fly although all it wants is to be in its cage while it still may? Then is it still what it's supposed to be? Viv wished for the moon @ 12:23 PM Sunday, December 07, 2003 As I trawl the net I realize what a sheltered tame little life I live...not that I don't like it, but the disparity strikes me once in a while.And by the way, I'm starting to think the F-word is highly overrated. Viv wished for the moon @ 8:26 AM Ok stuff I drew... Yamakasi!!!!! :D Whoo!! Smaller doodles can be put here. Girl at the beach my favourite, and it's the long haired guy again...*dreamy sigh* 
Saturday, December 06, 2003 I cried a river over you. I wanna listen to that song again...I have resolved that I must at least finish one mini essay by tonight, and finish reading Stoppard's Arcadia again so as to have something to write about for my second mini essay. That should be all completed by tomorrow, and I should have done something about my PSC application too. Sigh, little steps. Just watched Luc Besson's Yamakasi, and I gotta tell you, it ROCKS. Seriously, Besson is amazing...I love the music he uses, French R&B and rap. Normally I'm not into rap but dammit, everything just sounds soo good in French...they could be cussing their heads off but I wouldn't have a single clue because it just all sounds like lyrical purring to me. The beauty of it. As the Merovingian said, it's like wiping your arse with pure silk, I love it. Ok, I sidetrack. Basically it's about this group of 7 guys (interjection: They are sooooooooo cute! :D The long haired guy especially...well they're not good looking per se but the way they move and do their stunts and purr that French stuff...oh my.*fans self*) who...ah heck, I'll type out the synopsis given at the back of the DVD. " Yamakasi -- brisk action-drama of seven Yamakasi who have created a new street sport and want to conquer the high-rise suburbs by means of climbing, striding and leaping its walls, its roofs and its bridges. Developing the art of motion [Viv: Oh...yes! Yes! Yes!!] by channelling their physical and mental energies in a positive way, they invent impossible missions and soon become urban legends to whom youngsters look up to. The adrenaline rushes when the Yamakasi decide to help dying young Djamel to buy a donor-heart by stealing money from the rich people. Produced by Luc Besson (La Femme, blah blah<--[my own insertion]) and directed by Cesar Awards nominee Ariel Zeitoun, Yamakasi has the cool "action" and the refreshing film style that makes it a worthwhile experience." Erm. Well it's yonks better than it sounds, actually. It's not much of a plot, and the social justice angle is rather cliched and your typical anti-establishment anti-heroes who make good blah, but it's forgiveable because of the slickness of its execution and the kickass action. Only the French can make burglary elegant as ballet and still preserve that masculine feral grace about it. Whoo! Oh yeah, they're cute. *silly grin* Gah...not a terribly good movie critic I make. I am too easily seduced! Well I haven't obsessed over a movie in ages, I think the last screen character I really had a humungous crush on was either Edward Scissorhands or Jareth the Goblin King. I like to call my tastes eclectic. Beats drooling over Viggo or Bloom any day. I mean how can a surname like Bloom beat something like Bowie, or Depp? *pfft* Bloom. *pfft* Man...I'm so gonna watch it again. After I finish my essay that is. Oh yeah, my essay. *groans* Back to work... On a side note I think I'm into French comedies now...the action type as well as the musical type. Amelie was lovely, but 8 Women was kinda silly. A by the way thing, I suppose. Viv wished for the moon @ 11:17 AM Since you ent savvy enough to get a Shout Out, baby. "jadeWOOD refers to the jaded Weapon Of Obscure Destruction. For the one who is jaded before his/her time. For the obscure things that one only can grasp at but never really touch. The greatest destruction, in my opinion, is that which no one sees. For no one sees the one who is destroyed nor the one who destroys, which in turn destroys both even further. Yup, told you I was obscure. =) If you got that, PLEASE mail me. Really, I'd like to know people who do." Get ready for a whole lot of poseurs, I warn ya...:P Viv wished for the moon @ 5:35 AM Added new item to wishlist...the Treasure Planet Soundtrack. I have yet to see this anywhere...anyway which reminds me, I'd best be getting on to my Christmas shopping too. Argh...seems like post-exams is just as busy as pre-exams...in a different kind of way of course. *hums dreamily* Viv wished for the moon @ 5:09 AM Actually contemplating joining Friendster but I think I'll be one of the more pathetic entities there. For the sake of my ego perhaps I shall stay clear...there's no way I can match up to Wenne's 157...correction, I mean 158.5 friends there. :P Jazz...it always calls to mind certain people, a certain atmosphere, a certain kind of location. Jazz must be savoured at night with a drink to go with it, in an elegant high-rise apartment cleanly, cosily accented in white that overlooks the bay, or the city. It doesn't read the way it exists in my head, but that's the general idea. And it reminds me of Christmas...happy and relaxed. It's like hot coffee on a rainy day. Cry Me a River ::Ella Fitzgerald (The real deal, ignore that Justin Timberlake rubbish):: Now you say you’re lonely You cry the long night through Well, you can cry me a river Cry me a river I cried a river over you Now you say you’re sorry For being so untrue Well, you can cry me a river Cry me a river I cried a river over you You drove me, nearly drove me, out of my head While you never shed a tear Remember, I remember, all that you said? You told me love was too plebeian Told me you were through with me and Now you say you love me Well, just to prove that you do Come on and cry me a river Cry me a river I cried a river over you I cried a river over you I cried a river over you You drove me, nearly drove me, out of my head While you never shed a tear Remember, I remember, all that you said? You told me love was too plebeian Told me you were through with me and Now you say you love me Well, just to prove that you do Come on and cry, cry, cry me a river Cry me a river I cried, I cried, I cried a river over you If my pillow talked, imagine what it would have said Could it be a river of tears I cried instead? Well you can cry me a river Go ahead and cry me a river 'Cause I cried, I cried a river over you How I cried a river over you -- On a less romantic note...argh, I better keep moving on with my Stanford application. I drag my feet too much over these things...not good. At this rate I'll never get done all the things I need to and all the things I want to. And I need to think about getting a job. Should I teach back in RGS? I don't know when I'm free because I have no idea if SPH will want me, and that will be a random 2 months taken out if so. And I'm not sure what I can teach. English? How does one teach English? Honestly I don't know. I would be at a loss to explain the intricacies of grammar and syntax other than say helplessly, "Well it sounds right, doesn't it?" But whatever it is...I better find something to do soon. And oh yes, do my PSC application...I can't put that off much longer either. They may be courting me but if I don't send in the thing it'll do me no damn bit of good. *Bwwb* Hurrah, finally put together my prom outfit but no idea what is happening post-prom...everything seems to be pretty messy. Heck perhaps I'll be an utter pooper and go home after prom before the clock strikes midnight and I turn back into a pumpkin. Sigh. Anyhow, stay tuned. *pokes the boy-boy* Update dah...you'll lose your audience. :P Viv wished for the moon @ 5:00 AM Thursday, December 04, 2003 Old friends, like book ends.Stumbled upon the blog of one of my old friends from the secondary school days. It's strange how everything just keeps moving, in a way so unsentimental that it's almost rather cruel. There were three of us, thick as thieves, and then one day there were none...I just wonder what happened. Maybe we just grew up. Whatever it is, it's always nice, in a dark coffee bittersweet way, to catch a whiff of that past through the present. Hey, it's a Christmassy thing, ent it? Well, Godspeed my old friend; you and her were the sisters I never had. I wish ye well in all things, and remember me sometime. Viv wished for the moon @ 1:47 AM Ok I have a long way to go. Need to figure out what to do about the way the archives are set up, and I wonder if the Shout Out is really supposed to reset itself after every round of layout change. *bwwb* Viv wished for the moon @ 1:38 AM Wednesday, December 03, 2003 (I should get paid for this.) Well, *ahem* Ta tara ta ta ta ta...after years of indecision, heartache, extreme persuasion and internal conflict, the Imaginarium is proud to herald the arrival of a new initiate into the fold...Tris finally has been drawn to the dark side of the world also known as blogging. Be nice, gentlemen. :) Presenting Jaded Weapon of Obscure Destruction.(It's ok, I don't quite get it either.) Viv wished for the moon @ 9:33 PM OK, fixed the tagboard. Still looks kinda cluttered and not quite as pretty as the original somehow ( I think putting "Imaginarium" on the graphic and stretching it to artfully cover the ad behind were the problems)...and I have to sleep. But I'm pretty proud of myself admittedly...edited alot of little bits and pieces from the original design ( I hope I won't get kicked in the ass for that...^^;;) and given my still-paltry knowledge of HTML, no mean feat. Kudos to Karin too...if you look closely Karin, you'll see I erm, adapted your tagboard layout for my blog. Hope you don't mind dearie...thanks! :) Must...sleep...eyes too damned bloodshot...contact lenses in too long... Viv wished for the moon @ 2:05 PM Behold, thou hast seen right, the Imaginarium has a new face! *yawns* I'm dead beat now...gonna die tomorrow morn. But I've finally done what I wanted to for ages. Text awfully cramped, I'll need to neaten it up somehow. And the fonts on the new tagboard are too vulgarly big...Karin, help! Tell me what you think of the new layout, y'all...danke! Viv wished for the moon @ 12:12 PM Tuesday, December 02, 2003 Karin's the HTML Queen! :D Look what wonders she worked for...*drumroll please* Janice's Blog! Haha now Jan has no excuse to freeride off Karin...and dammit her layout looks downright edible. *drools*Yup, well this is the moment 12 years of education built up to...*ahemahem* I, Vivienne Wong, officially concluded her A-levels with her S-Geography paper today!!!!!! Well I hope that sounded suitably excitable...I'm tired, mun...after paper went for Firefly interview and test, then out to shopping with mummy and celebratory dinner at Olio Dome; came back to watch our spanking new Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers double-disc DVD! Liked it muchly...thought it even better than the first one somehow. It's interesting how they've turned Gimli into something like comic relief, but aside from that I like how the human angle is developing and all the realms of emotion...Frodo getting depressed and doing the loss of innocence thing, Arwen and Aragorn getting angsty, Eowen getting lovestruck, the human race in danger of extinction, gratuitious orc-squish, etc. I mean that in the least sarcastic way, honestly. In the mood right now to poke fun at things, I'm afraid. Well but I just find the phrase orc-squish amusing, and admittedly reading the Very Secret Lord of the Rings Diaries kinda spoiled it for me and my brother. Any references to any horn being blown, anyone taking up long pointy objects, Sam glaring daggers at Gollum-the-usurper-of-his-beloved's-affections and even how Legolas braided his hair were enough to send us into gales of sniggers. Those diaries are eevil. Whatever it is, TTT has put me in the mood for the last installment! Jackson, bring it on! I have tons of special features on that disc to savour...then on to watch the extended version by siphoning it off Karin! Right, Karin? ;) Probably one of the moments that struck me deepest was when the armies of Rohan were gearing up for the battle of Helm's Deep, foisting swords and helmets upon all the forces, old men, young men and mere boys. The image of the wide-eyed youth, half-scared and half-brave, dressed in armour meant for a man twice his size and half his innocence, really broke my heart somehow...remembering that somewhere in this world there are so many children like him, and more than life is at stake... Honestly I haven't blogged in so long I think perhaps I've forgotten how to structure my thoughts properly anymore, and recalling the day's events as I used to. Even if I can I've lost the stamina to put it all down...my mind's flying off in all directions. Look, it's the 2nd of December already. 29 days to the end of the year, and in a blink of an eye what seemed to have begun only yesterday is now over. I'm not just talking about this year...I'm thinking of my entire schooling life. It's like I'm living the dream I once only saw hazily in my mind, never knowing if it would happen, doubting it because I could barely see all those years fly past; it was too far, too incredible. I never thought I'd be going to the secondary school and later, the JC of my hopes and longings, doing the humanities, meeting the people I did, that I'd be in the productions I'd always admired; and I never thought I'd know what it was like to fall in love and out of it again, to find the otherness in another. And now I'm that little girl again as I direct myself towards the months to come: it's all a blur again, a mist through which I dimly see: university. Life beyond that. I'm seeing Yale, seeing the scholarship but again I'm wondering whether I will have the priviledge to sit in that dorm in that place, to contemplate as I am now and smile a little that all my wonderings and wistful imaginings about an almost intangible future eventually came true, as they always had. There's no guarantee it will, I know...I just wonder. And wonder. I never imagined that one day I would grow up; never saw the day I'd finish school (or the standard 12 years at least), and now I'm living that momentus day, hungry and blogging at 1am...well I dunno. Reality's kinda odd that way. It's not quite the grandeur I'd imagined. Then again, what was I expecting? I'm not disillusioned or upset or nothing, just bemused rather than anything else, that I'm here, and I'm still here. That's it really. I'm still here. But the world is my oyster now, and I have infinite time (well, 7 months at least) at my disposal. I just hope I can use it properly...it's too good a time to whittle away. It's my one chance to do everything I'd ever wanted to do but never had the chance, short of getting married, having fun exercising my conjugal rights and growing my own clan of little podlings. Whoops. Did I just say that? (Yeah, I had to spoil it. I know. I think it's a relief more than anything else. :P) Hee. Orc-Squish! (edit: Argh, my English is seriously deproving...the more I read this the more despondent I'm getting. Argh.) Viv wished for the moon @ 12:59 PM |
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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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