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Wednesday, May 25, 2005 Whoops I can't believe I forgot to post this up! Anyway for those of you who weren't in the know, I appeared in The New Paper on Sunday on the 15th of May, thanks to Emilyn, a junior who's interning with The New Paper and who roped me in. One thing led to another and my photo ended up in the bargain too. Got the shock of my life when I opened the paper, because I was only expecting a small square photo of myself in a corner of the page somewhere next to a nice neat quote, and not a big 3/4 sheet shot! ^^;; But it was fun, and I'm actually pretty happy with the photo they used in the end. It looks happy, but ambiguous. It could well have been an article about purebred Bichons.And I know the other girl in the article! She's an SCI yearmate. (Yes, Imma virgin and proud of it!) (Only thing that annoys me is that I seem ungrammatical. The perils of being quoted verbatim. And the other only thing that annoys me -- they picked up all the cliched things I said, not the interesting stuff! Bah!) Follow the links, because the images are too big to fit nicely in this frame. Page 1 Page 2 Viv wished for the moon @ 4:27 AM Monday, May 23, 2005 Mm. PS, this be good review too. Negative, but intelligently written.The Globe and Mail. Viv wished for the moon @ 12:30 AM Sunday, May 22, 2005 I quite enjoyed this review of Star Wars Episode 3, by Glen Oliver of Film Force.Mm. My mum's baking sugarless banana walnut cake which smells awfully good, despite the fact that it's sugarless and her last attempt at sugarless muffins was a badly failed one. But anyway back to Episode 3. Ok, here are my gripes in a nutshell (whoops. Looking at it, it's a helluva big nut I've got there. Hur hurhur): 1.Lack of consideration of the technological continuum. Short of the Empire having plunged the galaxy back into the technological dark ages in Episodes 4 to 6 in the single-minded pursuit of developing WMD type things, there is no reason for the technology of Episodes 1 to 3 being so starkly different, sleek, aerodynamic and advanced -- the only good reason I can think of is that Lucas wanted badly to show off his new tech toys and win a new generation of fans too young to know any better. The classic Star Wars 1970s industrial futuristic style only slipped in in Episode 3, in the form of "transitional technology". The fighter jets that Obi-Wan and Anakin fly in the opening sequence resemble early TIE fighters, while the classic X-wing predecessor is shown to be something of a "Asterisk-wing" (kudos to Sean for that one.), and so on. It's not a comfortable transition though, and the classic-tech jostles pretty badly with the prequel-tech. As Sean pointed out, given the way the technology of Episode 3 looks on the whole, it's strange that Darth Vader should look as clunky and clumsy as he does once he's suited up, and not sleeker in accordance with the rest of the environment. Further anomalies continue when we see Senator Bail Organa's ship at the end; it's 100% classic Star Wars style, but it just doesn't seem right in the prequel universe either. Too white, too boxy, too ugly. And Naboo's technology is just waaaay, WAAAAAY off. Like Ordnin and Reda for vehicles. I guess one could speculate though, that the Empire blasted Naboo at some point in the 20 year hiatus between Episodes 3 and 4, conveniently solving the problem. But it's idle projection, anyhoo. Ah well, all in all, George really should've been more careful. 2.The absence of the mythic dimension that made the original Star Wars the phenomenal legend it is. Star Wars succeeded because of Lucas' recreation of the classic, age-old saga of the hero's journey. And it was the antithesis to the thesis that was the 1970s -- an age of cynicism, relativism, grey areas, a sea of social and political change. It was a message of hope and ageless heroes from a galaxy far far away. It made people believe in something greater than themselves, and it was a REVOLUTION. Sadly, the new trilogy is simply a reflection and mindless product of its era. It tries to be sophisticated, political, multilayered, ambivalent of its moralities; in doing so it has become more of a historical documentary than a story that resonates deeply in the primitive recesses of the cerebrum and the heart of imagination, in contrast to the original trilogy. Yet, on that front, it might've still succeeded. As cited in Oliver's review, there were some wonderful metaphors that could have been pursued -- the eternal struggle of church vs state (Jedi council vs Senate), and the boundaries they breach, the lack of certainty in a universe in turmoil, world politics, and so on, that were simply hinted at and tossed aside in favour of poor scripting and heavyhanded storytelling that stated the obvious several times (Palpatine: "Wasn't it an irony? He could save others from death but not himself..." Honestly, he could have left it at "Wasn't it an irony?" because he'd spent 5 minutes prior to that statment already outlining WHY it was such a bloody irony!! Does storytelling get anymore DUH than that? Plus it was such a predictable blurting of the obvious too...Lucas could have at least dressed it up in fancy phrasing, like, "Save himself from death, he could not." On second thoughts, naah, too Yoda. )It may be a reflection of its times, but what a good reflection it could have been had Lucas chosen a more subtle mode of storytelling. The hyperbolic style worked for the first trilogy because of its subject matter, but not for this one, and Lucas should have realized the difference. 3.When people (girls, normally) go in for Episode 3 having never watched any other Star Wars movies before, and who expect to know instantly what's been happening for 5 movies. And then at the end they say things like "Eh, why the ending so abrupt one?" Sigh. Why the heck did they go in the first place?! Well, anyway, pretty much enough said. 4.The (British) Empire. I believe I've been over this one before, so I'll leave it at that. 5. Suppressed Mother Fixation. I still maintain that Anakin turned to the Dark Side because of a massive big-assed Oedipus complex. While some of you might say "Well even if that was true (and it probably was, the way he kept talking about her and missing her so much for 2 episodes), his mom died in Episode 2, and that's the end of it!" To which I say, NO WAY. Sure, he may say in Episode 3 that he wants to harness the powers of the Dark Side so that he can save his lovely Padme, but listen to his reasons: "I had dreams about you, the way I had dreams about my mother." and "I won't lose you the way I lost my mother." I mean what is UP with that?! And Padme in this movie also looks a lot like his mother -- brown hair done up in braids and all that. It probably wasn't intentional, but subliminal things are so much more fun to spot. Heh heh heh. 6. General Grievous is not scary and has a lousy alliterative adjective of a name that nobody can take seriously. He's a wheezing hacking ILM muppet, and once the cloak comes off he's a friggin' grasshopper. What was Lucas thinking?! I hear he (Grievous I mean, not Lucas)was way scarier in the Clone Wars than in here, but that's Lucas' fault for not bonking ILM hard enough on the head to make a better and more frightening Grievous. And besides, he dies too easily! Such an incidental villain, with little substance. He could have easily been replaced by any other villain type. No niche. Tsk. Oliver's review has some good ones too; I don't agree with all of the anomalies he points out, but he makes a reasonable case. And I do agree with him that some of these problems (excluding #3 and #5 obviously), cited above, can be explained by one big problem: inconsistency and carelessness in the handling of the Star Wars universe. Yup. I think that would sum it up. Ok so what DID this fussy girl like? It was a trippy experience for the Star Wars fan, to finally see all the puzzle pieces fitting together. The moment where Darth Vader took his first breath through that filter, I had goosebumps. This was The Fan Moment, and everybody in the theatre knew it too. It was amazing, when they floated in the Empire theme music over that wonderful legendary breathing, and again at the end when the strains of the theme came in hot on the heels of the image of Tatooine's twin suns; it has truly managed to end where it will next begin. That was magic, and kudos to Lucas for remembering to have these moments. Acting wise, Ian McDiarmid gave a wonderful performance as Palpatine - seductive (errr, not THAT way), smooth, pure evil wrapped in a sympathetic face and persuasive words, by turns conniving and comforting, intelligent and vicious; he is the perfect Iago to Hayden Whassisname's pallid white-bread Othello. Oops, I mean Anakin. Episode 3 improves with increased viewing, I suppose. Thanks goes to Zhiying for inviting me along last night, it was fun. :) Even if I felt something of a third wheel. Heh heh heh.;) Whew! This is the longest I've spent on any blog post inna long while. It's after 12, and I still haven't brushed my teeth or changed. Argh! *Scoots* Viv wished for the moon @ 11:32 PM
Viv wished for the moon @ 11:02 PM Friday, May 20, 2005 What the FUCK. For 2 days straight I have been unable to access both Gmail and Hotmail, and by extension, MSN. I don't know why; at first I suspected it might've been a network problem as apparently some of my brother's friends couldn't access those pages either last night. But then my dad said this morning that they were all working fine, but now I'm trying again and again to access it, with no success. I ran spyware and adware checks, found a couple of Malware LOP programmes which I deleted, I restarted, I cleared all cookies, the whole shebang, and NO SUCCESS. I just don't get what's wrong with it, and it's driving me nuts. I need to check my mail pretty urgently, there's some commission related stuff in my Gmail account and if I don't clear out my Hotmail inbox soon they'll clear it for me and that's the last thing I want, stupid administration (and who the hell offers you an email service with only 2MB of mail?! Fucking Microsoft.). My one salvation these two days was the presence of E-messenger, a web-based application which let me into MSN through something of a back door. It was working fine right up till I came back from lunch just now, and the application just refused to start on me! What the FUCK, that's all I am capable of saying now. I'm pissed all right.Oh and by the way, Star Wars Episode 3 is decent. A friend had free tickets to go watch the preview on Wednesday, and I went. Those of you who were nursing death-grudges against Lucas for the wreck he made of the first 2 episodes, put away the voodoo dolls for a while and at least give this one a chance. It's still not up to scratch compared to the original, but it's decent, and for once I actually felt sorry for that Anakin brat. He and Padme made a pretty cute couple, though I'm kinda miffed that it's apparent that Padme's sole role in the trilogy was to bear the famous twins. I bet Lucas would have had them growing out of test tubes (and save us the horror of his botched attempt at scripting soundbytey 'lines with resonance' in 'romance scenes', viz: "You're so...beautiful.")if his marketing researchers hadn't told him that the teenage girls wouldn't come and watch unless there was a "stronger female presence." Stronger presence my ass. Hell, I've got a lot more rants about that show and the prequel trilogy in general though, will put them down when I'm thinking straight and not fucking pissed and railing against the fact that I can't access said inbox or messenger programme. One big rant I have to get out of my system though: Why does everybody seem to acquire a British accent once they turn to the Dark Side? Where does the Emperor hire his Super Star Destroyer troops from, the bloody Royal Shakespeare Company?! (Then again, LUCAS probably did...hmm.) Sorry, really grouchy. Not in the mood to be charitable. Viv wished for the moon @ 4:42 AM Thursday, May 19, 2005 Vivienne's results, Semester 2 Year 1.CS102 (Intro to Journalism and Publishing) : B CS103 (Intro to Electronic Broadcast Media) : B CS106 (Speech and Presentation) : B CS108 (Information Technology for Media Use) : A CS114 (Social Organization) : A ...Yup. I know they're decent scores, with high averages overall, and combined with my first semester's grades it works out pretty well (6As, 4Bs), but I'm disappointed with myself. Considering firstly that I hoped to do as well as last semester (or at least near that), and secondly that my CA grades for Semester 2 were high Bs or As, I'd hoped that the exam would just help me to level off and still get As, or at least less Bs. And I didn't do as well as I'd hoped to in CS103, which relates to one of my major options, EBM. Have only myself to blame, I didn't work as hard as I ought to have. Probably got complacent, procrastinated way too much, started studying way too late. But yes, nonetheless I give thanks to Him. With a bad CA grade for CS106 I was really counting on that 30% exam to boost my score to at least a B, and it did. CS102 paper was killer and I didn't finish it properly, and CS103 was poorly managed and I only managed to finish less than half of a last essay. CS108 is a pleasant surprise, considering I thought at the beginning of the semester that it would be my weakest subject, seeing as how I'm not a tech person. All I know it could have been worse but it wasn't. I'm thankful to have kept the lower water mark at a good and respectable B, and only pray that in the sem ahead I can at least maintain that standard. Viv wished for the moon @ 1:36 AM Monday, May 09, 2005 Pieces of April. Watched the movie of the same title today, and I'm searching desperately for the theme song, which is NOT Three Dog Night's Pieces of April, but Stephin Merritt's One April Day. When I've found the lyrics I'll post them up. The melody is simple and haunting, and Merritt's voice, unadorned, floats above the sad, raw, notes of the dulcimer. A beautiful end to a surprising and warming movie.Had first official Paparazzi rehearsal today (oh, I forgot to give details about this! 13th and 14th August 2005, Alliance Francaise AGF Theatre, time and ticketprice as yet unknown...), discussed script and things like that. Stuff I haven't done in a long time. Think I'm too used to Perry's style of plunging right into it and working out the kinks as we went along. Feel a bit out of my depth with the cast and directors though. They always moved in a completely different circle from me in school, with different realms of knowlege and experience, and sitting there, even as I did listen to them talk, I had nothing to say, nothing to offer to the conversation and its participants, except directions to Alliance Francaise when all four of us were in the director's car, heading to the place for a recce with the crew. And while I took comfort in my uniqueness, I suddenly became aware of a very different world from that I'd ever known. I felt naive, unlived, like a child. To find a nice word for it, it was rather surreal, and I missed the comfort of my own circle, of the people whose interests run along similar lines, who I could chat with and joke with without inhibitions. I know Paparazzi is only a working relationship, but I want it to be a good one. With them and myself existing in separate universes however, it looks like there's some work that has to be done. And unfortunately, Jon's wrong about me. I'm far from open-minded. But I'm going to have to yank apart my misgivings and long-held prejudices to make this work. For the sake of the play. I feel so restless now, and thoughts flip-flop like little fish in my mind. Part of me's missing you much, baby, but there's probably more to it somewhere that I'm not putting my finger on. I really don't know. I wish I could go out. But there's nowhere to go, and nobody to go with, and parents do not approve of daughters wandering the streets at night. Really, really restless. Viv wished for the moon @ 7:53 AM I don't know why but for some reason I feel like I'm crashing way down low. I've been pretty happy and sociable and bubbly these past few days, this past week even. And suddenly I just feel horribly despondent and aimless, like nobody cares and there's nobody there. Shit I hate these funks. Or maybe I'm just manic depressive. I don't know. I don't know how to get out of it, and I don't understand why it has to keep happening. Damn these cycles. Damn damn DAMN. Viv wished for the moon @ 6:48 AM Saturday, May 07, 2005 W000t! I am a Deviantart Subscriber for a Week!! See the pretty asterisk in front of my username now? It means that I have...benefits! Of a variety that are somewhat nebulous but pretty nonetheless. Bigger thumbnail previews, fancy journal entry features, polls, calendar...all free for a blessed week. I shall be sad to see them allgo! *wistful sigh* But in the meantime, the day is miiine!Anyway my two shit-gripes during this time period: 1. Shit! I'm exercising, brisk-walking every weekday morning in Botannical Gardens with my mum at 6.30am, but I'm still not trimming off any around my waist. My jeans still don't fit too well and they actually seem tighter. SHIT! 2. Shit! I'm breaking out, and there's an Eternal Row of pimples right under my lip which never comes off, even when copious amounts of pimple cream are applied to it. SHIT! Blargh. In other news, went with the SganimeZ (Z due to board revamp and move...eeek)people to see the Nanyang Polytechnic graduates' show for the Digital Media and Design students. This year's graduating class is all my year's batch (1985), so it was a chance for me to pace myself, take stock of where others in the art circle are relative to myself. I can honestly say that even though a lot of them have the software skills that I don't, traditional drawing-wise I dare say I still have better technique and ideas than a lot of those whose portfolios I viewed. But lest hubris be my downfall, I will hasten to add that those of them who were good in that show were very, very, good. Doing commissioned work for local companies, producing wonderful and impressive pieces with a wide range of technological tools...and the artists who did these are all my age. As I am always apt to do, I'm comparing. I have such a long way to go, in some respects, and I must keep working hard if I want to go somewhere in this. God willing, I really, REALLY want to get a degree in illustration, or digital media, or something in that field, someday. There are times when I feel this is what I would be truly happiest doing. But who knows the plans God has for me? I guess I'll simply have to pray and wait and watch and see what doors open for me, even as some swing shut and lock forever. Speaking of God and plans, I just watched Kevin Smith's Clerks and Dogma back to back at Nathan's place last night, and I am now a diehard Smith groupie. Profanity aside, he's one of the most intelligent and cerebral filmmakers I've come across, who uses pop-culture adroitly to offer deeper and incisive commentary about the nature of life, and people in general. They say he kinda lost the magic with his later films though, like Jersey Girl, but the raw magic of black and white in Clerks is...wow. I just want to watch it on DVD now instead of VHS, so I can switch on the subtitles and read all the lines I missed! His dialogue is really rich and hilarious and real all at once, and to miss out on what the characters say is a shame. Actually it's a big issue in Dogma too, where failure to understand what characters say (Selma Hayek! You're the worse perpetrator of this lack-of-enunciation-sin! STOP MUMBLING AND SPEAKING QUICKLY IN SPANISH ACCENTS!) results in major plot and logic holes in your brain. I had to keep asking Nathan to pause every like fifteen minutes or so to translate some of what had been said (*coughcoughHAYEKcoughcough*). Dogma in general gave me a lot more food for thought than Clerks, though I think I probably enjoyed Clerks more. Dogma sits a little uneasily for me, because while a lot of that film is shockingly sacrilegious (ALANIS MORRISSETTE IS GOD?!?!?!) and a satire of the modern view and practice of Catholicism, it makes some very thoughtful points about the nature of God and people, and I'm having a bit of a tough time reconciling these two aspects. Is it right to learn anything from a film that is so irreverent and subversive? I don't know. But I'll just stating for a fact that it made me think a fair bit. When I was watching it, and after, as I lay in bed staring at the ceiling before going to sleep (as a matter of speech really, it was more on my side and closing my eyes, but staring at the ceiling certainly has a air of poetry and reflection about it so let's go with that.), I reflected on one of the themes of the movie. I thought about God, and how so many people try and make Him palatable for mass audiences, and it is at our own dire peril that we compromise on the greatness and wonder and awesome might of our Lord and Saviour. We make His son our "Buddy Christ", a pal who came to earth to give us a spiritual booster and help us through the rough parts of life. In some ways, this is true. But oh, to relegate God to the role of the servant and Fairy Godfather of man? How can we ever deign to do that to the greatest being of all, the Creator, the Alpha and Omega?? Truly as I type this I am filled with a humungous sense of awe and despair. I know I am not unguilty of this myself. Too often my world revolves around me, and God is simply a friend to help me through. The orbit is all wrong. WE ALL move in God's orbit, and not the other way round. Not ever. And I pray I'll always remember that, and always act accordingly, to His will and desire. But yes, back to the outing today. It was nice, somehow, a small group who went for the grad show before heading to the usual watering hole (YMCA MacDonald's) for drawing and talk. I'm really glad to have found at long last people I can connect with, with similar interests and passions. Folk like that are few and far between in school, and I've been lucky enough to find a small group of friends there. But it's great to have friends outside of school too, from such a diverse range of backgrounds, interest-wise, experience-wise and education-wise. And I thank God to have found them. And in typical Vivienne fashion, I'm hopping back to a serious note. It seems that the government is finally (and some would say, it was all quite inevitable at some point) cracking down on the Final Frontier: Blogs and the Internet. In a month, two bloggers have been caught for saying things that are against national interest. I don't want to go too much into that, except that it's kinda scary that even this vast domain is starting to be policed with such impunity. In some ways I actually have that 1984 feeling descending upon me, the feeling that what I do or say is being watched. It's sad, how it starts to create paranoia. For example, when I'm reading blogs or researching sites that are up in arms against the lack of civil liberties in Singapore, or when I'm reading an article by Mr Chee of the Singapore Democratic Party, are my activities being recorded and noted somewhere? Locked into a little file with my name on it? Well who knows? I guess the other question would be who cares, but then again there's honestly no telling. A friend has suggested that the next crackdown may be on MSN, at this rate. It's an awfully scary thought. I'm certainly all in favour of preserving the delicate social harmony and political status quo of this country, because nothing big is broken and if it ain't broke, don't fix it, and definitely agree that people have to be responsible for what they say or face the consequences, but come on, PAP! Please, PLEASE just give Singaporeans a bit of credit! This generation is far from gullible. We can see what you're doing, or trying to do, and while we understand your reasons, please don't take us for fools. We can think, and weigh what is being presented to us, and you should view this not as the greatest threat but the greatest asset. It's the sense that resides in the marketplace of ideas; the sense to reject what is wrong outright, and what is against social order and harmony. So let us read and listen, make our own decisions and come to our own conclusions. Give us our freedom to speak, even on sensitive issues, without fear of censure or threat. Let the youth of Singapore find its true voice. Viv wished for the moon @ 7:29 AM Tuesday, May 03, 2005 Ooh! And it's been exactly one month since I last blogged! Candies for me. XD Viv wished for the moon @ 12:29 PMThey say, Taylor was a good girl Never one to be late Complain, express ideas in her brain... -- Jack Johnson, Taylor Yup, she's back, boys and girls. The Return of the Vivienne hearkens! Well sorta, anyway. Starting to realize that having a chronicle of my life (at least for myself) is a niceish thing, but dammit, it's just taking so much more energy and effort than before to keep this going. I don't want this blog to die, it's got so much going for it and I still see its value. The words for the posts just doesn't come to me as easily as they used to, years back. *creaking blog-joints* :( I think not doing GP and literature and no longer writing essays where language matters so much is doing bad things to me! *wails of the formerly-literate filter up* But anyway yes, a rather distressing semester has rolled to a close with the spectacular fireworks that were my exams. To phrase it delicately, I'm rather afraid I'm Royally Fucked this round...really didn't have as much to time to study as I did in the last round of exams, and it was tougher too because our lecturers didn't drop quite as many hints (or at least I wasn't looking out for them enough...). And to add to that list, I didn't manage to finish my papers. Normally that doesn't really bug me because I seldom DO finish papers, but this time somehow it was unsettling for me. I felt like I'd really missed out a lot by not finishing the paper. It wasn't minute details that got the chop, it was big things...at least I believe so. >_< I have myself to blame really...on hindsight, I've been unfocused and too distracted by things this semester. I lost the fire of one sem back, and I need to claim it back for this July and learn to manage my time better or I'm going to be one extremely stressed-out-last-minute woman (and those of you who suffered my endless fretting and whining this sem can breathe a sigh of relief at last!). I HOPE. Arggghagghhhhhhdamnationfireandbrimstone. So yes, not all hunky-dory. But I guess only results day will tell, eh? Perhaps the Lord will once more be gracious, and grant me grades better than I deserve. But even if I don't do well, I accept it gratefully, because I know I went kinda wrong this past semester, and I'm getting what is due to me. He is gracious, but also just, and I have plenty to learn from this. *one of the rare occasions where chastisement is felt* But whatever it is, FREEDOM and HOLIDAYS have arrived! Ah the sweet sweet scent of it! Unfortunately, it is a sweet scent tainted with the odors of oh-crap-I'm-broke-and-need-a-job-to-continue-my-social-life, and argh-I'm-kinda-sick-of-town. *holds nose* No further comment, not because I don't have one but I'm too tired to express one. So there. And in other news, just so that people don't die of shock the next time they see me, I better announce this right here: I now have red highlights in my hair. And we're not talking brownish copper-red. We're talking RED red. Like the red of M&Ms. And I like them! Except because I didn't dry my hair properly the last time I washed it, I left pink marks on my pillow when I went to bed from the dye runoff. Before the uninformend among you start pouncing on me exclaiming "Ah ha! That's a bad dye job if it comes off!", stop your foolish exclamations and listen to the wise words of those in the know, who will tell you that for a week after you do a red dye job, whenever you wash your hair the runoff will be pink water (I got the shock of my life when I looked down and saw what looked exactly like Bandung swirling into the drain!), and you need to be very careful after your bath not to wear anything white (or else you'll have to contend with pink shirt-collars), and dry your hair thorougly. I failed to do the latter, hence the aforementioned pillow of pinkness result. So memo to self, be more careful afterwards, self. Mundanity (is that even a word??) is starting to get the better of this entry now, so I better quit while I'm ahead, eh. But I'll be back soon, folks. The hols this round cries out to be blogged. :) Anyway I'll end off with a song tonight, luvs. Jack Johnson's Taylor, the full song whose snippet appears at the top of the post. I've yet to fully understand the lyrics, but give me a moment and I'll try to. It's full of really pretty guitar riffs, and y'all know what a big fat sucker I am for pretty guitar riffs. Anyway. Taylor ::Jack Johnson:: They say, Taylor was a good girl Never one to be late Complain, express ideas in her brain Working on the night shift Passing out the tickets You're gonna have to pay her, if you wanna park here Well, mommy's little dancer has quite a little secret Working on the streets now, never gonna keep it It's quite an imposition and now she's only wishing That she would have listened to the words they said Poor Taylor She just wanders around, unaffected by The winter winds, and she'll pretend that She's somewhere else, so far and clear About two thousand miles from here Well, Peter Patrick pitter-patters on the window The sunny silhouette won't let him in Poor old Pete's got nothing, cause he's been falling Somehow, Sunny knows just where he's been He thinks that singing on Sunday is gonna save his soul Now that Saturday's gone Sometimes he thinks that he's on his way But I can see that his brake lights are on He just wanders around, unaffected by the Winter winds, and he'll pretend that He's somewhere else, so far and clear About two thousand miles from here Such a tough enchilada, filled up with nada Giving what she gotta give to get a dollar bill Used to be a limber chicken, times have been a tickin' Now she's finger lickin' to the man With the money in his pocket, flying in his rocket Only stopping by on his way to a better world If Taylor finds a better world Then Taylor's gonna run away Viv wished for the moon @ 12:01 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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