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Saturday, January 31, 2004 YAAAY!!!! *hops around* Thanks baby! Goo Goo Dolls CD is mine! :D It's so good, that stuff...*vaguely incoherent*Viv wished for the moon @ 7:00 PM Friday, January 30, 2004 The Good News.After my teaching stint I am free to find a job that pleases me because... The Bad News. ...I got rejected for SPH scholarships. And as a side note, bad-ass cramps are setting in. Lousy. Anyhow...it's a disappointment, yes. Two consecutive rejections is a little nasty to swallow. Third time lucky...let's see what happens for PSC. Not in the mood to talk much about how the PSC interview went-- if you want to know call me though, we'll talk. :) It is a relief, in a way, that I'm no longer beholden to SPH. Perhaps I was even half dreading the internship. But well, Lord, now You've told me again where You don't want me to be...now show me what it is You want me to do. Viv wished for the moon @ 11:41 PM Thursday, January 29, 2004 Blast this Ice lemon tea. It will be my second potty break in fifteen minutes. *fifty metre dash*Ok, the effects of pee break and venting frustrations have conspired to make me rather cheerful again. I think I AM Manic Depressive. Oh dear. Anyway I was briefly speculating on the colours purple and brown, and wondering at the regularity with which I mix them up. I got a shirt from Mango that I thought was brown but when I took it home and looked at it under room lights it became dark purple. Same story for one of my...underthings, and the pair of pants I'm wearing right now. I'm pretty sure it's brown but given my previous record it may well be purple. It looked kinda purple as I was heading for the toilet, at least. Now they're pretty brown. But there's no way to know for sure ever, eh. General consensus says it's brown though, so I shall accept that for now. Now I'm just sleeeeepy...have seminar in 15 minutes. It's my happy slacker Friday, where I have only one class, and it's even a class today but a seminar for teachers. Bliss. My weekend started after my last lesson yesterday. :) Listening to Name again, it's calming. The acoustics are so prettyprettypretty. (Generously ripped.off.you.know.who) Viv wished for the moon @ 11:23 PM Solo Flight. I've come to realize that while I'm a very solitary person I'm never truly lonely. I find my own company quite satisfactory oftentimes. Probably comes from drawing and reading mostly on my own. Started reflecting over it after observing the other two temps: they're perpetually in conversation together, joined at the hip, before school, during and after. It echoed the pattern of the previous two temps too, and I was always a separate entity. It mildly upset me on occasion, as I wondered why that kind of easy communication had always been (and is likely to always be -- I'm remarkably set in my ways for 18 and a half) foreign and alien to me. But sitting in my cubicle, with my laptop and the newspapers and DH Lawrence for company I've never felt it. I bet I could spend an entire day not talking to anyond and be perfectly satisfied -- I'm glad for some measure of self-sufficiency, certainly. I know there's a downside somewhere but never hurts to put a positive spin on it. Am I antisocial or simply shy and retiring? Nobody would believe me to be the latter. She's an actress, she's a club chairman, she's so loud and laughy around her friends. It's caused alot of grief to me, when people have taken my reticence and propensity for solitude as pride, aloofness, being dao. I can never justify myself to this group. Maybe I am all of those, but maybe I am not. It's nothing about feeling too high and mighty to condescend to chat with people I'm new to, or have been a fleeting acquaintance with. It's a pure and simple awkwardness of people, a wretched dislike for empty small-talk that quickly runs out of steam once the standard repertoire of "how's school, how's (insert name of mutual friend here) and what do you like" has run its course, a fear of trying and still ending up on the outside, the fear that people won't reciprocate. People can't accept this aspect of my character because my personality seems inconsistent with it, the face I present to the outside world. An actress is supposed to be confident, outspoken, lively and outgoing. So when she's not? She's proud, she thinks others below her. I fought against it once, but now I think I'm too tired to. In my moments of indifference I am perfectly content to let people think what they want of me. But other times. I guess you know what follows. Thus my intimacy in human relationships is reserved for fewer people than I can count off my fingers. Mum, Dad, my brother (who qualifies simply by virtue of being family), my dear Tris, Karin, Jan, Wenyu, Galen, Becky...I stop here because the rest I can think of I'm not sure how to classify. I can talk to them, certainly. But they don't have my confidence, and they don't understand my idiosyncracies and share my quirks the way these few do. And I keep them very close to my heart. Y'all, you guys matter a whole helluva lot to me, and I'm always thankful to Him for giving me all of you. When solitude loses its lustre you are always there to keep it real for me, and for that I am grateful always. I hope not to be the exhibitionist, and I hope to keep you all as long as I may. Viv wished for the moon @ 11:00 PM Big Machine ::The Goo-Goo Dolls:: Ecstasy is all you need Living in the big machine now Oh you’re so vain Now your world is way too fast Nothing’s real and nothing lasts And I’m aware I’m in love but you don’t care Turn your anger into lust, I’m still here but you don’t trust at all And I’ll be waiting Love and sex and loneliness Take what’s yours and leave the rest So I'll survive God it’s good to be alive I’m torn in pieces I’m blind and waiting for My heart is reeling I’m blind and waiting for you Still in love with all your sins Where you stop and I begin, and I’ll I’ll be waiting Living like a house on fire What you fear is your desire It’s hard to deal I still love the way you feel Now this angry little girl Drowning in this petty world, And I'm Who you run to Swallow all your bitter pills That’s what makes you beautiful You’re all or not I don’t need what you ain’t got I’m torn in pieces, I’m blind and waiting for My heart is reeling I’m blind and waiting for you I’m blind and waiting for you I’m blind and waiting for you No I can’t believe its coming true God its good to be alive and I’m still here waiting for you No I can’t believe its coming true I’m blind and waiting for you Viv wished for the moon @ 4:06 AM Wednesday, January 28, 2004 Life gets a little more eccentric. It's 20 minutes before my next lesson, and I left the staffroom to go get some snackage -- it's a tough few hours ahead. As I exited, I saw the other two temps half a corridor in front of me, headed for the canteen too. Talking, laughing, like they'd known each other all their lives.Almost by reflex, I turned and went back to my cubicle. I didn't want to tag behind them to go down, and create uncomfortable situations (at least for myself) by either sitting with them, or apart from them. Pride's a foolish thing, especially when it's got to do with being rather hungry. But what to do? Yes, pride is a sin. But it keeps you insulated from indignity. Viv wished for the moon @ 8:49 PM I won't tell them your name. Praise be for the abundance of illegal ( I suspect) mp3 files running around on the web. Managed to listen to Name, by the Goo Goo Dolls at last. Somehow their music always brings an ache into my heart...the acoustics, the poetry and emotion of the lyrics are overwhelming. For once a peaceful morning...for the last 3 days straight I've had lessons first block of the day. But then today's crazy insane Even Thursday...2 blocks of English back to back, half an hour of rest and then philosophy and another period of English lumped together. I'm on air till 3pm, man. *bwwb* Must recharge me batteries now, and go photocopy my freshly printed (smell that ink!) worksheets. Yay, I made worksheets! :D Just hope the girls do them or it'll be a damn shame. I feel like an oddball in this school. Too old to be a student, too young to be a real teacher. Or more simply, I'm a little kid in this staff room. It doesn't stop me from casual communication with the English department, or saying "Hi" if I pass a teacher in the corridors, but I'm not one of them. Partly because I'm only here for a month and a half more, but more importantly I don't inhabit their circle -- the circle of adulthood and all the experiences attendant. The English department proposed to have a movie outing, and a trip to the Bodyworks exhibition. Sounds great but I'm inhibited, reluctant to go, wondering if I'll fit in. I doubt it. Even when I sat with them for lunch it was tough to carry out conversation with them -- my still very recent experience as a nonuniversity student, my lack of experience in life overall, all stand in the way of real hearfelt communication. Or maybe I'm making excuses -- others perhaps don't have my problem. I don't know. Even though some of them were never my teachers when I was here, to them I am still a little girl, one of the "kids" they teach (Incidentally I think it's not very respectful to call 13 to 16 year old girls kids -- they are young ladies, teenagers, and deserve a little more dignity than "kids" "kids" "kids. But that's coming from me, having so recently been one of their fold.). As for the other relief teachers...one of them who came in to relieve for a sick teacher this week is my Sec4 classmate, and though I wasn't ever very close to her it was a good time of catching up. Once the two of us plus another temp went down for lunch however, the other two clicked way better somehow. Maybe I just didn't talk so much. But I think I unnerve people, make them uncomfortable. Doesn't help either I have nothing of interest to say, nothing to add to their discussion of interests -- yesterday it was where they bought their clothes, and their other moonlighting jobs. Oh, and speaking of which a rather embarassing incident occurred too. One of the temps had always looked familiar but I could never place her. Me: So which JC are you from? She: Don't you remember? I was in your S-Geog class. Whoops. Yeah, then I remembered. There had been 10 of us, she the only one from the Main College. She left a few months later to take her classes with another teacher. But shame on me, eh. *smiles sheepishly* But enough of all that. It's never a subject that is cause for much celebration. With regards to the quiz below, I'm listed as a Seer, and that's how I perceive myself. But Jan thinks I'm more the Exhibitionist. Which is interesting, regarding how others, especially others close to me, see me. Just a point of fascination. At least to myself. Man, now I really want a Goo Goo Dolls CD. *ahem* I said, I would really like a Goo Goo Dolls CD. Does anybody take hints around here? ;) Just another item for ze happy wishlist ne. It's been raining nonstop for close to a day. Pleasant, but turns this staff room into a damn meat fridge. It's freezing! Viv wished for the moon @ 6:50 PM Monday, January 26, 2004 Stranded::Plumb:: You know it only breaks my heart To see you standing in the dark Alone waiting there for me to come back I'm too afraid to show If it's coming over you Like it's coming over me I'm crashing like a tidal wave That drags me out to the sea And I wanna be with you And you wanna be with me I'm crashing like a tidal wave And I don't wanna be Stranded, stranded, stranded, stranded I can only take so much These tears are turning me to rust I know you're waiting there for me to come back I'm to afraid to show If it's coming over you Like it's coming over me I'm crashing like a tidal wave That drags me out to the sea And I wanna be with you And you wanna be with me I'm crashing like a tidal wave And I don't wanna be Stranded, stranded, stranded, stranded I miss you, I need you Without you, I'm stranded I love you so come back I'm not afraid to show If it's coming over you Like it's coming over me I'm crashing like a tidal wave That drags me out to the sea And I wanna be with you And you wanna be with me I'm crashing like a tidal wave And I don't wanna be Stranded, stranded, stranded, stranded Name ::The Goo-Goo Dolls:: And even though the moment passed me by I still can't turn away Cuz all the dreams you never thought you'd lose Got tossed along the way And letters that you never meant to send Got lost or thrown away And now we're grown up orphans And never knew their names We don't belong to no one That's a shame But you could hide beside me Maybe for a while And I won't tell no one your name And I won't tell 'em your name And scars are souvenirs you never lose The past is never far Did you lose yourself somewhere out there? Did you get to be a star? And don't it make you sad to know that life Is more than who we are We grew up way too fast And now there's nothing to believe And reruns all become our history A tired song keeps playing on a tired radio And I won't tell no one your name And I won't tell 'em your name I won't tell em' your name Oooh, oooh, oooh I won't tell em' your name Ow! I think about you all the time But I don't need the same It's lonely where you are Come back down And I won't tell 'em your name Viv wished for the moon @ 8:27 PM Friendster schmiendster. Friendster is a disgusting piece of crap...the slowest server in the world. *grumbles* It' s just a big cocktail party that wastes an awful lot of good time and energy, a place to show off how many people you know. Bleah. Just about the only thing I find fun is being able to spy on people you hardly know who are the friends of friends of your third cousin twice removed, and getting testimonials. Missed a lesson yesterday...misread the time and came in one lesson late. Wondered why the Chinese teacher was still in and hung around outside until the class chairman, just back from carrying around a stack of papers, pointed out to me that the whole of the last lesson had been free time for them cuz I hadn't been there. Brilliant. :( SOP is for the class to call their teacher if after 15 minutes he or she isn't in the lesson, but obviously it conveniently slipped their minds. Bleah. I blame Friendster. Somehow or other. Have to rush to plan the next lesson...I feel awfully slow. Didn't help that I've missed so many classes for whatever fool reason either. I have no idea how to plan this one...will have to ask the other teachers what they're doing. Feel like a bum now though. Will get round to it in a moment. Went back to Hwa Chong yesterday to settle $14.70 worth of library fines. Whew! Unfortunately the one day I chose to go was the one day their fine system conked out, and I had to wait half an hour before it was fixed again. Either way that got settled, and dropped in on the juniors to watch the first Dramafeste Rehearsal!!! The script is....well...UNUSUAL. Bizarre. Take your pick. At least it's a different kind of plot from last year's script, and the year before...without revealing too much, this year's is a murder-mystery comedy. The past 2 years were occupied with school problems, moony girls/guys who can't get the guys/girls of their dreams, a bitchy clique and supernatural guardians. Go figure. I do hope everything goes well...I've been asked to come up with a banner design again, but it's due this Friday. I'm not sure if they want me to chalk it as well by then. Raarrrgh...much as I'd love to I'm a busy woman! But I'd love to go back. As I said, I've always felt more at home in Hwa Chong than anywhere else. Miss the place awfully. Gosh...Hsing, is that you?! She's unrecognizable in her Friendster profile. Li Hsing is an old church friend of mine, she left our church and went to Australia some time ago, and I haven't seen her in yonks. :( She looks kinda Caucasian now...and kinda like her mum...hell, she looks pretty good in fact. Everyone's supposed to blossom around this age. Seems I missed the memo. *glum* Slack slack slack...I should sound more intellectual, ne? Not too good at it...ooh ooh check out Http://www.starwarsspoofs.com...the plots are mega lame but the animation is pretty darn good. The Endor ones are probably the funniest, but 'sall good, y'all! Glum glum be dum dum. Viv wished for the moon @ 8:10 PM Finished art...Diva 69.5, phase complete! W00t! And the expense of prepping lessons too. Erk! Viv wished for the moon @ 9:44 AM Sunday, January 25, 2004 Ok it seems I don't blog enough about what happens in my life...er...well I did some drawings? Looky!Aaht aaht art art! Viv wished for the moon @ 9:28 PM And to the person of January the 25th, 06:31:24 PM: And I still don't like you at all. Nyah. Viv wished for the moon @ 9:20 PM Fire at will, folks. Link me, flame me, do as thou wilt, I'm on Friendster now! *covers face in shame* Blast this herd instinct. Viv wished for the moon @ 9:19 PM Being cryptic is soooo fun, isn't it? And you don't even need a comment box to do it! *Growls* I know you don't know who you are. But back off. I almost felt sympathy for you once, for the past is dead and gone. But sometimes the memory of what you did, and what you stood for isn't buried deep enough not to matter anymore. When a cat is in a corner, yes it springs its claws. Call it insecure or defensive or aggressive or whatnot, I don't care. When the chips are down it doesn't matter. The only instinct that matters is Survival. Viv wished for the moon @ 5:31 AM
 Seer The ULTIMATE personality test brought to you by Quizilla Hallo, back from CNY trip to KL! Was thinking of contacting Siah but I didn't bring my handphone, which had his Malaysian number on it. Your loss, Siah! :P Anyway...too tired for updates at the moment, but did some nice art and bought Catwoman: Crooked Little Town at last! And I gotta tell ya, it ROCKS. Seriously. The Catwoman revamp is one of the coolest things DC's done with any of their characters. :D Toodles. Viv wished for the moon @ 4:36 AM Monday, January 19, 2004 Imaginarium: The Opinions on Current Affairs Edition.Kill pop-ups! I agree. I thought everyone was for "the rights of the consumer"? If the consumer doesn't like them you sure as hell better get rid of them, advertising punk. Even if you don't want to you will eventually bow to consumer pressure and the prevalence of pop-up blocking software, and you will be forced to withdraw from such methods of pushing products that enhance sex lives in good netizens' faces. Your next move therefore is to go back to the drawing board and devise more devilishly insidious/in your face methods of annoying the millions online with your products that nobody wants to give a cancerous growth on a rat's scrotum about. Pah! ** I guess I'm starting to understand why some people are so particular about donating organs. It's not so much the potential donor -- he or she knows he/she won't be able to feel the difference anyway -- but the family of the donor, who might feel that the removal of the organs is in a way a sort of violation of the dead, and they would like their loved ones, in death, to be whole. I can't quite explain it but I recognize the sentiment. I know I'm going to pledge all of mine, they'll be of absolutely no use to me when I'm gone, and you can't carry anything with you but your soul, your sins and your faith to heaven. But I wonder how I would react if I were on the other side, one of those I left behind. Viv wished for the moon @ 8:04 PM "It's whispering time now, isn't it? It was tea time and now it's whispering time. You always like me to whisper to you." Perry was right, there is a haunting surrealism about Pinter's words, they read so differently, depending on whether you read them on paper or listen to them in a theatre. His characters are marked by a certain patheticness, and sometimes there is an edge of sycophantry in the rythyms of their speech that distinguish them as uniquely Pinter's creations -- individuals at the mercy of a pluralistic, jumbled universe, hovering at the edge of what we like to believe is reality. Viv wished for the moon @ 7:50 PM Sunday, January 18, 2004 Because Karin put the weekend's activities in more eloquent and complete terms than I ever would. See Friday, 16th Jan and Sunday 18th Jan for ze lowdown! Viv wished for the moon @ 6:44 PMThursday, January 15, 2004 Just another day in Paradise. I've been bringing my laptop to the staffroom for over a week but never thought to blog at work till today. Praise be to cable modem in the office. Hair update: Pretty darn messy. Looks like bedhead meets twister. Getting used to it being tangled -- once I try to unsnarl it I'll only be fluffing up the curls and making a bigger mess. Reminds me of permed birds' nest, I can only hope it looks a little better as time goes on. Don't ask me how though, by some magical equation I hope it'll suddenly right itself one morning and make me very happy. To make myself feel a little better I say my hair adds some wild mysterious beauty to its owner but that's largely overoptimistic wishful thinking. Hey, anything to keep me contented with my appearance.Just met another of the relief teachers and chatted for a while, acquaintance small-talk. I'm surprised she found my cubicle, especially since it's not marked with my name, and given how much my appearance has changed since secondary school. She's teaching Chinese to Sec1s and 3s, but only staying for the duration of January. Of all the 5 temps that have passed through so far, one's already completed her teaching period and left on the 14th, after 9 days in service; another, the Chinese teacher, came in on the 12th, the third, teaching chemistry ( I think) came in at the start of the year but likewise is leaving at the end of January, and then there's me, the sole survivor, who'll be at it till the March hols. There's one more teaching art, but she's an unusual case; she's staying till December. We're all wondering about her university stuff then, but that'll remain a mystery for the moment. Maybe she's off to Nafa or something, it's plausible enough. Blogging's helping to stave off boredom today...technically my weekend started yesterday afternoon because today I only have an hour of seminar to attend. Yay! So what to do with rest of day? Yes, I have to mark...have been accumulating pile of essays and I wanna get through as much of it as possible today. Argh, now I remember what I have to do...read ahead for Philosophy class on Monday, plan one more English lesson for before the Chinese New Year break. And read the Straits Times Interactive, in lieu of not having the papers here. Or maybe they're in the lounge area, I'll have to check. Either way my PSC interview is on the 30th and it's not to my advantage not to read the papers...you should hear some of the questions they asked Wenyu: "What do you know of the resources in Central Asia? How can they benefit Singapore?" "From Singapore's point of view who would be the best candidate to win the Indonesian presidential election and why?" Got the shock of my life hearing it from him, but now that I'm getting back in the newspaper habit I realize they're not too unmanageable as questions. The Central Asia one is a doozy but the second question is pretty alright. Pity they won't ask it again, and I'm going to have to try and recall everything else that isn't about elections in the Asia portion of the newspaper. The panel is fond of asking questions about Asia, seeing how most of us usually hit the Life! or main section first. Evil people. Hungry! Ah nothing like good old canteen food...that stuff's mostly greasy like nobody's business (that would be disgusting indeed) but fairly tasty. It's all got nostalgic value anyway, so I'm not too particular. Yesiree, walking through the school sure brings back the memories. But strangely enough I don't recall the friends, or the people, or the classroom experiences. The school building itself was the backdrop, the periphery, for one of the biggest things in my life at the time, and just walking across the grounds is a trigger for further contemplation on that, as I lose myself to the past for a little while, once more. The memories are bittersweet, they always are, and they taste of tears. Life calls, and so does marking. Viv wished for the moon @ 8:00 PM Things our heroine has been doing the past week. 1. Rushing to complete the last of her university applications (NYU's going in tonight!) 2. Yelling at a class who keeps quiet when it's time to talk and spends all the time inbetween when they're not meant to talk talking and throwing notes across the room. They will be the death of her. 3. Talking nonstop for 4 hours 4. Feeling good about earning her first paycheck 5. Anticipating the weekend! 6. Remniscising over Alma Mater canteen food 7. Rushing like a madwoman to photocopy worksheets and plan lessons at the eleventh hour 8. Trying to catch up on newspaper reading 9. Aaaaand.....dun dun dun....getting a perm! (Irrelevant note to self. Must contact PSC to confirm attendance at interview. Ok, end of commercial break.) Don't freak, folks, I don't think me curls look that bad. Did something like a ceramic perm, but this was called a Japanese perm, I have no idea. I'm not particular, it's all springy and curly anyway to me. Still getting used to it, getting cozy with the fact that I'm not supposed to comb it, even if I've got bedhead. Just scrunch it with sculpting gel and off we go. Not used to the messiness of it, though it looks kinda nice all wild around my face. Pretty annoying when I tried to eat dinner though, hair wound up in my mouth, and when you consider the chemicals they've plied it with it's not a pleasant thought that you're chewing away at it. Oh boy, the ammonia was awful...when the hairdresser was spraying my hair with it as she put it in rollers I was gagging like nobody's business...the stuff went right up my nostrils and made me tear. It was like Chem Lab all over again. *bwwb* o_0 Pictures of new makeover soon, people. And I need to draw soon, before the desire leaves me completely. Just don't feel inspired to anymore...everything's turning out icky. :( Viv wished for the moon @ 8:23 AM Wednesday, January 14, 2004 *Grinz* I fart in your general direction! I wave my prrivate parts at your auntie! Silly English Nnnniggiiiits!!! Your mother was a hamster and your father smelled of elderberries!!! You are the French knights. A crazy bunch with outrageous accents, you enjoy hurling strange insults at others and throwing various items at whoever may be outside the castle. Which Monty Python's Quest For the Holy Grail character are you? brought to you by Quizilla Viv wished for the moon @ 9:29 AM Tuesday, January 13, 2004 Ah, Galen.
Viv wished for the moon @ 4:49 AMBlink and you'll miss it. I changed my background colour. Yup, you'd never tell, eh? I realized on some computers the background shows up a very different colour from the header and little star icons, so I tweaked the shade some. Be impressed at my slowly improving HTML Prowess! I am the Duchess of limited website-making abilities. Bow to my fearsome amateurism. Viv wished for the moon @ 4:40 AM Monday, January 05, 2004 New: Added sidebar link to Prom Photos...first day at work was...well. Not in the mood to comment about it now, but let's just say I have a very panicky 10 weeks ahead. I shall truly be existing day to day. *bwwb* Viv wished for the moon @ 4:54 AMSunday, January 04, 2004 Boing boing. Am soooo hooked on David Mack's Kabuki now...it's beautiful! I have a craving now to complete the whole series. Ah, that's what my pay is for, eh. :P Have to work out what to do with pay...10% for tithe, 40-50% for savings and have to be careful with the rest. Must stop burning money...some savings for once would be nice, yes.Woot, we have an X-Box! :D My dad was able to redeem one FREE from the Heeren today because he's been a SCV Max Online subscriber for a certain number of years. The X-boxes are also on offer to new subscribers...shameless plug for the wonders of Cable Modem. Get up to date, Trogs. The only drawback is the games are friggin expensive and Nintendo was savvy enough not to provide any with the console. Sneaky Japs. *grumbles* My brother is going to bank on the goodwill of his X-box owning friend to get some games...it'll be a damn shame otherwise, like buying a comb for Elmer Fudd. Aand new art, ladies and gentlemen, at last! From the Chinese epic Hong Lou Meng, Baoyu and Daiyu for Melissa dearie, who needs sketches for her HLM boardgame. :) (edit: I made them all links cuz they were taking up too much space and messing up my borders. Still in all their glory, only linkified:) Hongloumeng1 Hongloumeng2 Apparently the guy's not girly enough...will have to bishify. This should be fun. And a pic based on our trip to Bali! I'll kick myself for not sketching as much as I should have there...but this was done partly on the plane and partly at home, based on a piece of art I saw at one of the street markets. Tons of stores selling the same kind of paintings, as though they all came from the same master copy, with variations. Some of them, like the one this was based on, were not too bad, but some were truly awful cuz the artists didn't even know how to copy accurately or convincingly, which made even more pointed the fact that they received no kind of art training whatsoever. I mean if you want to sell art to people (especially rich fat tourists) you better make sure it's credible and attractive. And who'd buy dildo ashtrays anyway? <--kinda on a tangent. Not really painting I know but erm "art" nonetheless. I'm serious, they were selling carved wooden dildos all over the place. They didn't even look convincing. Honestly, can't they even work from reference? Geez mama.) But I digress. Bali (without colour) Bali (with colour) Viv wished for the moon @ 2:53 AM Friday, January 02, 2004 I love you.I just think I never tell you enough. :) Viv wished for the moon @ 11:00 AM I now try style of blogging where linking words omitted. Results may prove interesting. Spent whole night bumming online, interspersed with boy on phone. Sorry boy on phone, girl on phone rather absent minded today, but company nice. Boy nice. It nice. :) This style getting annoying. Feel like Galen. Most odd. Okay enough of that. Am quite happy looking at USC and NYU applications...they shouldn't take me too long. I know what I'm gonna write for them essays so just need to get cracking. Annoyed at USC's Activity Summary section tho, it's rather ambiguous. They just slap you a box and say "Offices held and activities and organizations in which you have participated (athletics, debate, academic decathlon, community service, cultural and religious organizations, etc.): " How to ORGANIZE, I ask?! How to ORRRRRGANIZE? Aiyoyo. Haiz well that's what this weekend is for. I still have my Kabuki and my Cerebus (finally borrowed from Library, yay) sitting on my bed waiting for me to read them. And my room is in utter disarray. It's been 6 months and I've yet to unpack. Ye Gods, I'm a walking shambles! :S My mind is completely blank at this juncture. Man, I hate Nirvana. I mean not the band Nirvana, to whom I'm totally indifferent either way, I just don't fancy the state of Nirvana. Floating blankly among the cosmos doesn't much appeal to me. Viv wished for the moon @ 10:30 AM I start teaching proper on Monday...I take 3 Secondary 2 classes in English, Philosophy for Children and mentorship for Research Projectwork. Aack! It's pretty serious stuff...and am kinda worried about my severe dearth of general knowledge now. Must crash it over weekend so as to not sound stupid in front of the girls when I start teaching them how to do expository essays. Mental note to self. Need to buy decent working wear too. Revamped some links! One statement per line! Whee! Went back to Hwa Chong this morning and amused self in staff room. Went for Mr Barnard's annual peptalk for the new mini-weenie J1 junior batch and then ran off to RGS to be briefed. Then went town with Karin and Shi Ning for lunchies. Was nice. Went to Kino and splurged on Kabuki Comic. Was nice too. No money left for week. Keep wondering where all my money goes. That not so nice. Need to work on last 2 applications before the grind begins at work. Could be nice. Depends. Mo No Syl La Bles are fun. Viv wished for the moon @ 6:04 AM Thursday, January 01, 2004 Ok, let's do a quiz, ja! It's been going round the blogs...kopped it from Karin!First: the silly questions 1) How did you celebrate your birthday? Er...can't quite remember the first part of the day. Ah, went for breakfast at Coffee Bean, then did some shopping and bought some new jeans. At night I went for dinner at Sketches in Bugis Junction with my family and Tris, who miraculously passed his driving test and could make it. :) Great birthday that...the joys of being born in the June Holidays. *grin* 2) What's the most expensive thing you've bought? I don't recall...recently though it's probably my mother's Christmas gift...two toe rings (she wanted them, I promise you) for forty bucks. 3) What CDs have you bought? Haven't bought one in ages! Seriously, the last CD I bought was about a year ago...soundtrack for The Fifth Element. I am a retail loser. 4) Did you celebrate mother's day or father's day? Both...a meal and a gift, but I forgot Father's day 2 years ago. *hangs head shamefully* 5) Did you get anything for your teachers during teacher's day? Made them bunny bookmarks! They liked them, I think...haven't seen them since though. The bookmarks I mean, not the tutors. 6) What is more significant: The Iraq war or the SARS crisis? Iraq War...bigger scale, greater threat. SARS, however, was personally more traumatic, though not that significant really in the final analysis. 7) How much alcohol did you drink? Very little. Normally just cocktail stuff, and half the time I don't finish it because it tastes like medicine. Urgh! X( Social / love life next! 9) How many crushes? I currently have a crush on actor Julian Sands but it'll pass. Hell yeah I've had tons, but recently, I've been rather preoccupied with a certain one. Nope, not actor though. ;) 10) Have you started a romance? Yeah. :) 11) Have you ended a romance? Yeah. :( 12) Have you valued love more? I guess I've come to a greater appreciation of what makes love work? Finding the right person, praying for His guidance and wisdom, learning how to keep love sacred, and alive. But that's not really answering the question...yes, I guess love's become more important to me now. 13) Have you lost friends who have a significant role in your life? Not this year, but yes, I lost 2 very dear ones. Maureen, Olive...we were partners in grime once. I miss those times, and I hope you guys remember me as often as I remember you both. 14) Have you gained friends who have a significant role in your life? Yes! Jan, Karin, Wenyu, Galen, Ouyang, Bryan, thanks for making HC a great experience for me. :) Tris: You don't quite count here, do you? :P 15) Have you valued friendship more? I'm more determined to hold on to my friends, and keep those friendships alive. 16) What do you think of IRC as a form of socialisation? Used to be addicted to it, but the novelty dies pretty fast...I think it's alright for casual conversation, making acquaintances...but nothing beats going out and talking to people though. 17) What do you think of clubbing / pubbing as a form of socialisation? Personally I've never seen the appeal. Getting stoned and waving your limbs in the air as you get wedged between other sweaty bodies...no thank you. Give me a house party sleepover and a good movie anyday! 18) Do you think you have become a more social person? About the same I think. Memorable moments~ 19) What's the most memorable present you have given? We bought boxer shorts for Mr Perry after How the Other Half Loves...that was fun. *grin* 20) What's the most memorable present you have received? Karin's Christmas gift 2 years ago...the watering can was sweet! :D 21) Who became the most memorable person in your life? Hard one...do my parents count? 22) What's the most memorable day in your life? Oddly enough...the day after production 2002, when I helped take the set down, watched Star Wars Episode 2, went for Humanities Party and dealt with a thick tangle of feelings. 23) What's the most memorable thing that has happened? A renewal of feeling, a confession, a resolution. :) 24) What's the most memorable thing you have learnt? How to move on. How to manage day by day. 25) What's the most memorable thing you have said? "Oi, Yan Dao say eat arh!" after which I was teased for ages. >_< 26) What's the most memorable thing you have heard someone say? "I want you to fly, baby." means worlds, luv. :) Four ugly questions... 27) What did you regret the most? That I didn't spend enough time with all the people I care about, or that I didn't do as much with LD as I should have, or that I didn't study as much as I should have. :( 28) What have you wasted the most time on? Mooching online... 29) What did you miss the most? JC1. That was one helluva year. :) 30) What did you hate the most? The A-levels...and well the A-levels...yeap. :) Viv wished for the moon @ 6:11 AM Happy New Year! Says it all really...I thought I didn't have to ever go back to school again, but I've been called up to do relief teaching back at RGS and I go in tomorrow afternoon, presumably for some orientation. But yay! I have a job at last...and I'll have 60 bucks a day. Man, that's more pocket money than I get in a week...*eyes glaze over* But I do hope I can do a good job, I'll be teaching English and Literature and man, I want to give these girls some good teaching. I know I don't want them to suffer the usual foibles of relief teachers...well I just pray for guidance, and patience, and for it all to be in His hands always. Submitted Northwestern application today...*huff huff* Left with USC and NYU, due on the 10th and 15th of January respectively. Tomorrow I'll be dropping back in Hwa Chong in the morning to poke the tutors and the juniors...in retrospect, JC was truly where I had the best time of my entire school life so far. I'll never forget Humanz, LD, the school, and all the great friends I've made, and the wonderful love it's given me. ;) Cheers, my comrades. *clinks* Viv wished for the moon @ 5:44 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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