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Wednesday, November 24, 2004 Oh my bags are packed, I'm ready to go... Not quite. My toiletries are sitting on my bathroom countertop, still unpacked as I intend to have a shower before we're off to the airport! Just to make a formal reiteration:I'm going to be on vacation in New Zealand from the 24th of November to the 8th of December. If you are more than vaguely acquainted with me, expect to get sheepskin, wool or goats-milk related gifts, or else one of those little koala stickie plush things that latch on to your finger. Oh wait, I forgot, we're in the wrong country for that. But anyway. I hope we get to see the WETA workshop in Wellington. My parents have been a little vague whenever I've asked them about it. It seems more harrying is in order. Harried parents are generally permissive ones. *smirk* Mm. There's a community youth theatre project that's piqued my interest but there's an application form to fill and a first cut to make, and I doubt my CV will hold much water as there's little to back it up besides CCA records. Theatre references would've been ideal but how in the heck would've I been able to get my hands on those with little "real" experience besides school stuff? *sighs* Looks like everybody has to start somewhere...but after the NAC debacle I simply fear what I've done is insufficient. Too limited in scope, too limited in arena. It's not like I did any fancy community projects on a big scale, or even performed on the big stage, big time. School stuff never seems to count for much in this field, and looking over at my record again I really think I've been silly to think I've done good. I've done much in terms of quantity, yes, but the quality, up to the last 2-3 years or so, has been severely lacking. And since university started, what have I truly done? Nothing. *Sighs* I know the work will start to come in next semester, but I really feel like I've done nothing with my life since I've come into university. It's not a promising start at any rate. Yes, it's only my first semester. Yes, I have 3.5 years ahead. But time is against me still. Everybody has managed to get so involved in school and activities, it being first semester notwithstanding. Everybody says the university years are the best in your life, where you get involved with lots of things and hang out with friends while living in hall and doing all that happy communual living stuff. Even if I can't get to do the second bit (or don't want to), I CAN get the first bit done. Which is why qualifying for this youth theatre project has started to mean a lot to me. It'll finally be the chance to DO, and do something I've always loved but have had limited chances to do here, and I can DO to avoid that Godot malady that so concisely words it: Let's go. (They do not move.) It's all just what you make of it. I have to get out of this. I don't want the fire in me to die, like the light that fades from the eyes of a caged tiger that was once free and feral. Never. And all that being said, I'll see y'all in two weeks, folks. I may blog if I have a connection from the hotel but it's unlikely, so take care, people. And a *muah* to my baby, with the promise that we'll meet extraly soon when I'm back. :) I love you. Viv wished for the moon @ 1:35 AM Tuesday, November 23, 2004 You could be our lucky 20 000th hit! That's right, if you find out that you're the 20 000th hit on my blog (see blog counter further down the sidebar), do drop me a note via email to let me know! Gift art shall be yours! All you have to do is state what you want and I'll do my very very best to deliver!Back to packing (arrrrgh!!! Have I ever mentioned how much I hate it???) and your regularly scheduled programme. *BZZT* Viv wished for the moon @ 4:09 AM Sunday, November 21, 2004 Deus et natua non faciunt frustaGod and nature do not work together in vain. Gads, what an annoying little laptop this is. For some reason my dad wants to do something with my laptop so I'm using his instead and I'm not used to the keyboard. It's too far recessed into the laptop base to be comfortable, my fingers are lying against this thingy at an awkward angle. Gahg! *Shifts around, tries to make self comfortable* It's like finger callisthenics! Out-read myself today. Borrowed Scott McCloud's seminal 1993 demi-classic, Understanding Comics, and it's given me plenty to chew upon. Never knew comics could be such a complex medium -- it's great fodder for a school project sometime in the future, so I'm storing that away for future reference. For once it will be a school project that ish full of fun and joy! And then burned my eyes out further by watching Disc 1 of SpongeBob SquarePants: Season 1 DVD!!!!! W000t! W000t! Ahhhh'm ready! Ah'm ready! *runs in circles* 2 hours of SpongeBob goodness, that clean whacked out my eyeballs. The consequence of staring at pages and TV too long is that now I'm having a hard time focusing on this durned bright screen. Nyah! *Squints* What the hell, I'm getting rather tired, if I have time I'll come back to this post and ply it with more details. It seems my language ability has degenerated to the point where I can't do anything but list things in point form, viz: 1. (SPOILERS AHEAD!) Saw The Incredibles yesterday! Suffice to say...it really was...for wont of a better word...INCREDIBLE. Dreamworks can't even THINK of holding a candle to Pixar, because it can't ever hope to. Pixar is what Disney used to be -- magical, amazing, daring to push the limits of what everybody thought was possible. The Incredibles surprised me for being in some respects a very adult movie -- an attempted suicide, lawsuits, insurance policy, midlife crisis, extramarital affairs, the suburban dystopia...man! All hidden safely in the pretext of a family action animation flick. But I've always had a lot of respect for director Brad Bird -- he has a wonderful eye for satire (his commentaries on the nature of the world of superheroism are particularly satisfying for the inner comic geek) but his other eye is equally compassionate and tuned to the soul of the story, and he kept such a wonderful heart and warmth to this story, which could have easily degenerated into a Spy-Kids wannabe film with too much sass and pop-culture gimmick for its own good (*coughcoughSHARKTALEcoughcough*). For me the most touching moment was when Helen (aka Elastigirl) is about to go into the high security complex on the secret island (interestingly, did you know that the name of the island is Nomanisan? Go figure!), and she's giving last minute instructions to her two kids. In that moment, Holly Hunter's performance and Pixar's animation created a woman with a deep sense of courage and motherliness, who loves her children so much but knows that she must lay down the bare facts of their mortality, and must instruct them firmly and calmly before the ever-flexible she does what needs to be done. That's one cool mom! I suppose this might've been mentioned before, but ever notice how the Parr's superpowers correspond in some ways to their roles/personalities? I'll just mention Helen's and Violet's cos they were kinda interesting: Helen/Elastigirl: Flexibility. As a mom with 2.5 adorable but hyperactively superpowered/prepubescently moody children, and as an ex-superheroine with a husband who's going through some kind of superhero midlife crisis to take care of, she's got a lot on her plate. Flexibility, metaphorical or otherwise, is the key trait that helps her juggle all these various demands. Violet: Invisibility and Forcefield. Isn't it the adolescent angst thing? She wants to be unique, yet wants to blend into the background. She wants to hide away in her awkwardness, or escape her problems instead of facing them. She longs to be normal, like everybody else. Invisibility is how she epitomizes this teenage struggle. Forcefield, to insulate herself against the world, that nice little bubble that teenagers invariably exist in at some point or other. (On a tangent, I think an X-men/Violet crossover is inevitable in some fanfic circles. She seems to fit the X-men movies to a T...) Could go on about this for ages, but I have to go do other stuff in my life at some point. So! Moving along... 2. I have new haircut! Got the curls again, but now I feel like Alanis Morisette, or Red Riding Hood from the comic book series Fables, or something out of an 80s fashion magazine. Yup, curls, alright. But they're really more waves than curls, technically. They're rampant and frizzy, wild and bouncy all down my back and I kinda like them for that.They make my face less squarish and make me feel like Her Royal Highness of Grungy Frizz. And plus, they're lower maintainance than a ceramic perm. I don't have to twist my curls after a bath, just scrunch with styling cream and go! Yay! *Fingers the frizz* Aaaand...*deflates* shoot, I'm bushed. To be continued another time, ja! And to 205: You kids behave, y'hear? ;) It's so great to hear from you guys. Enjoy the hols, and keep in touch! Viv wished for the moon @ 6:37 AM Thursday, November 18, 2004 Catapultam habeo. Nisi pecuniam omnem mihi dabis, ad caput tuum saxum immane mittam.(I have a catapult. Give me all your money, or I will fling an enormous rock at your head.) Gotta love Latin -- check these sites out. Just started going on a Latin kick! Handy Latin Phrases: The original Internet funlist of doooom! (But quite frankly, te audire no possum. Musa sapientum fixa est in aure.) It seems the Romans had a sense of humour. Or some bored person on the Internet does. And once you're dispensed with the rest of the silliness, take a look at this. The Latin Library. If you've got a hankering for more dead-lingo goodness just Google "Latin phrases" and go crazy. As you can tell, EXAMS ARE OVER! Well they were over a week ago but I was too busy with the obligatory debauchery and wanton lasciviousness that accompanies the end of exams to blog. Ha ha ha, if you can believe that. Wanton laziness is more like it, and I've been overdosing on fanfic. I'd like to convince myself I'm just trying to get it all out of my system, that reading a good fanfic (and by God, there are some amazing ones out there) is akin to reading a good book, and there's never been anything detrimental in that, has there? All good clean wholesome edification. Alright, so maybe not so clean. And not so...wholesome. There is a fair bit of smut out there that's actually not bad to read. *blush* But...I'm...in it for the story. Yeah, the story. *AHEM* No, seriously. Some writers tend to reuse the same adjectives and nouns over and over again whenever they write love scenes and it actually came to a point where I ended up skipping over those bits because the SOP was starting to wear on me a tad. And when I say SOP, I MEAN SOP. Steps 1-5 of foreplay, followed by the girl who climaxes, the man who dumps load, standard operating procedure every single time. You would've thought with creative plots could at least come creative sex scenes. But nooooo. *Sighs* Oh well. Seee I told you, I AM in it for the stories! Just to give y'all the heads up, I'll be in Hobbit country (New Zealand) from the 24th of November to the 8th of December. Give me a day or two to recover from the jetlag and I'll be good to meet up witchu folks whenever! So do get in touch wit' me, we'll do lunch. Or dinner. Or elevenses. Take yo' pick, alla good wit me. B) Nothing much else to blog now, if you'll be Chopin I'll be Bach. Shortly. *runs offstage to escape the barrage of rotten fruits and cute little squirrels* Acta est fabula, plaudite! Viv wished for the moon @ 10:54 PM Wednesday, November 10, 2004 My Kingdom, for a Kiss upon her Shoulder. Thanks to Luke, I've been acquainted with the music of Jeff Buckley. While I find his tunes rather dubious, I love his acoustic arrangements, and his lyrics are nothing short of gorgeous. They read like poetry, and they contain such gems of phrases, like the one above. I just love it. It could have something to do with my latest bout of Labyrinth-illness, I guess. So much of his music sounds like it could be put to the movie. Especially the lyrics of the two songs I'll post here; the rest can be found on any lyrics website. I used this one though, so you can see all the lyrics from a single album at one shot. Here. Enjoy. I did. :)Lover, You Should've Come Over ::Jeff Buckley:: Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners Parading in a wake of sad relations As their shoes fill up with water And maybe I'm too young To keep good love from going wrong But tonight you're on my mind so (You'll never know) I'm broken down and hungry for your love With no way to feed it Where are you tonight? Child, you know how much I need it. Too young to hold on And too old to just break free and run Sometimes a man gets carried away, When he feels like he should be having his fun And much too blind to see the damage he's done Sometimes a man must awake to find that, really, He has no-one... So I'll wait for you... And I'll burn oh Will I ever see your sweet return, Oh, will I ever learn Lover, you should've come over 'Cause it's not too late. Lonely is the room the bed is made The open window lets the rain in Burning in the corner is the only one Who dreams he had you with him My body turns And yearns for a sleep that will never come It's never over, My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder It's never over, All my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her... It's never over, All my blood for the sweetness of her laughter It's never over, She is the tear that hangs inside my soul forever Maybe I'm just too young To keep good love from going wrong Oh... lover you should've come over... 'Cause it's not too late... I feel too young to hold on I'm much too old to break free and run Too deaf, dumb, and blind To see the damage I've done Sweet lover, you should've come over Oh, love I waited for you Lover, you should've come over 'Cause it's not too late Mojo Pin ::Jeff Buckley:: Well, I'm lying in my bed The blanket is warm This body will never be safe from harm Still feel your hair, black ribbons of coal Touch my skin to keep me whole If only you'd come back to me If you laid at my side Wouldn't need no Mojo Pin to keep me satisfied Don't wanna weep for you, I don't want to know I'm blind and tortured, the white horses flow The memories fire, the rhythms fall slow Black beauty I love you so Precious, precious silver and gold and pearls in oyster's flesh Drop down we two to serve and pray to love Born again from the rhythm screaming down from heaven Ageless, ageless and I'm there in your arms The welts of your scorn, my love, give me more Send whips of opinion down my back, give me more Well it's you I've waited my life to see It's you I've searched so hard for ** This fanfiction addiction is getting rather worrying. I was up till 5 this morning, stuck on an excessively good piece of it (and I mean it! It was FRIGGIN' Excellent! KL Morgan's Forfeit of Dreams. Go check it out on fanfiction.net. You know you want to); I had hoped to finish it in one sitting so I could get round to studying properly the next day without continually returning to the computer to read more. Well tough luck. I ended up NOT finishing it and deciding that sleep was more important. Anyway I've finished reading it, but feel kinda guilty about not studying much. Hell, these past few days have been the same thing. Heeeelp!!! Distracted by the Labyrinth and the infinite charms of its Goblin King! I am one of those deranged fanfiction junkies now and will start eating monitor as I obsess over why there are no updates! Raaaawwwwwrrr!! RAAWWRRR!!! *Chomp chomp* Mm...microchips. Could use some ketchup. Meeeh. (Baby, it's nothing personal, he IS cute. But I love you more. *muah*) Must...study...1 paper left! At 11 30 am on Friday I will be FREEEEE!!!!!!!! Viv wished for the moon @ 7:13 AM Monday, November 08, 2004 So restless. That's right, I'm so restless I could scream. 5 papers in two weeks is really spreading it out too much. I'd rather it all be crammed into one week and be done with it...the agony of having to wait for them to be finally done is horrific. Granted, it's time to study, but sometimes you can't just help wishing the executioner would just let the guillotine blade fall instead of inching it down bit by bit. Ghastly metaphor, but that's how it feels. I'd rather it be quick and painless than long-drawn out and prolonged more than it has to be.104 exam is tomorrow...paradoxically, while I have miles to go before I'm ready I'm already so restless and antsy and I just don't feel like preparing anymore. Strangely enough ever since the exams began I've also been burrowing my head in a ton of Labyrinth fan fiction (look under "Movies")and memorabiliae in general. That's fantasy, alright. Losing yourself in another world because the present reality you're in bites ass. That's how I feel anyway. I feel curiously liberated when I'm reading the stuff, and I feel myself clamping at the bit, just waiting for this Friday to come and go and SET ME FREE. There's so much I want to do after the exams, but at the same time I wonder if I'll have the energy and will to go do them when the time comes. Or maybe I just want to run away into a world that doesn't and can never ever exist. Well, one can dream. Back to the grind. Viv wished for the moon @ 2:34 AM Wednesday, November 03, 2004 *Lip quivers, bursts into tears* Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! *sniffles* I wish my Wacom wasn't conking out on me, or my Photoshop lagging so horribly. I wish I had the required space on my disk to run Painter smoothly, and above all I WISH I COULD BECOME A BETTER ARTIST FASTER!!!!! *curls up into a little ball and wipes nose off shirt**Glum* Whining is evil. Must. Refrain. *electrical tapes mouth and sits quietly in the corner* Mfft. Frrmmhmm hmmrhm mmmf. Viv wished for the moon @ 4:34 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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