grammatically handicapped

i keep making stupid grammatical mistakes!! what is wrong with me?!? i need to go back to primary school.

fuck grammar lah. tmr would be a funner day!

waiting waiting waiting
listening listening listening
blogging blogging blogging
hating hating hating
sighing sighing sighing
thinking thinking thinking

alrighty then...

music: a sorta fairytale - tori amos

i'm such a chickenshit i can't stand myself!!

was just TRYING to watch Sleepy Hollow for my essay.. BUT.. i got freaked out within the first 2mins and... i can't bring myself to continue watching it. and it's not even like i'm watching it in the dark of night. broad daylight!

guess i have two options now:
1) don't write about this film for my essay (not good for essay)
2) find someone to watch this with (i'll still be freaked out. not good for me)

bah.

in other news...

HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY MELLL!

i'm such a chickenshit i can't stand myself!!

was just TRYING to watch Sleepy Hollow for my essay.. BUT.. i got freaked out within the first 2mins and... i can't bring myself to continue watching it. and i'm like watching it broad daylight.

guess i have two options now:
1) don't write about this film for my essay (not good for essay)
2) find someone to watch this with (i'll still be freaked out. not good for me)

bah.

in other news...

HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY MELLL!

i'm such a chickenshit i can't stand myself!!

was just TRYING to watch Sleepy Hollow for my essay.. BUT.. i got freaked out within the first 2mins and... i can't bring myself to continue watching it. and i'm like watching it broad daylight.

guess i have two options now:
1) don't write about this film for my essay (not good for essay)
2) find someone to watch this with (i'll still be freaked out. not good for me)

bah.

in other news...

HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY MELLL!

who looks good even with white pasty skin, scars all over his face, and scruffy hair?

Johnny Depp, that's who!!!

edward scissorhands is such a beautiful show.. sigh. the visuals, the music.. everything blends so well together. just watched it again for like the millionth time.. for my essay. and it still made me wanna cry. sighhh.

JOHNNY DEPP!!!

Turning to face what you've become

disillusionment sets in.

so many questions. can't find the answers.

sometimes in life, you cross a hurdle. you think you're doing fine. then comes another hurdle which seems insurmountable.

i'm not even bothering to cross it. and that is bothering me.

Feeling the moment slip away
Losing direction you're losing faith

finding solace in: Feeling a Moment - Feeder

went for dinner with the folks and brother and now i'm home. feels like i haven't been back in yonks!

was just going through my bro's mp3s.. and man.. he has some really old stuff. songs by Gin Blossoms, Soul Asylum.. early 90s rock. haha. remember them?? haven't heard those in awile... guess it's always nice to hear the songs that you used to like when you were a kid.

wanted to say something else.. but i can't remember now. hate it when that happens. which is very often.

Music: Hey Girl - Ray Charles

blogging to relieve stress and not because i'm too free

stupid lecturer... the instructions she put in the workbin said that the essay proposal is due in week 10. and i found out on thursday that it's due this monday! so i'm super busy now. sigh. plus geog essay to do. geog project surveys. and presentation. every single bloody thing on monday. and i've accomplished none of the tasks. i swear i will go crazy. i can't even go home. sigh sigh sigh. stuck in school on a weekend. can life get any suckier? i'll bet it can...

went for the James Moody concert last night. first time in the other half of the durian esplande. first time hearing a jazz band live too. nicer than watching on tv hahaha. i'm so deprived. and it was really good. great acoustics and all. but i almost fell asleep during the second half.. not because it was boring but maybe cause the music was too nice. somehow jazz has this sleep inducing effect on you i think (i'm wondering if that's a good thing). haha. and i use this kind of music for my afternoon naps lah... so naturally i'd feel sleepy. hah. plus few hours of sleep the night before. i think James Moody is damn cute. grandpa-like fat old man with lame sense of humour. hoho. oh and they gave brownies after the concert and they were DAMN good.

guess i should go back to doing work... i'm so sleeeepy.. i don't even need jazz to conk me out. bye.

wah lau ehhh!! must bitch about my presentation group mate! first she was fussy about meeting times. then angie and i both smsed her yesterday and she freaking did NOT reply. tried to add her on msn and the stupid email she gave doesn't have the msn 'passport' thingy so she's not on msn either. was about to email her then i thought, "hell, i should just call her".

lo and behold, she answers. so i purposely asked verrrry nicely,

"oh i msged you yesterday did you get it?"

and she stuttered a little and was like "yahhh.."

so why did she bloody not have the decency to reply?? does she wanna get left out of the presentation?! sheesh.

some people are just beyond me.

stupid geog project. argh. i'm so sick of it. my group doesn't seem to find anything wrong with it.. but i think it totally sucks. the objectives are not even clear to begin with.

caught Anthology over the weekend and it was damn good! it's not like your usual play at all. from the moment we stepped into the theatre, it was dark with lighted candles and the actress was tinkling some eerie tune on the piano. we sat around the piano so it was very close to her. and soon she started singing godknowswat so it was waaaay creepy. plus the smell of incense kinda adds to all that scariness. and the great thing about it is you don't see the 'actress' as an actress and you really believe that she's this neurotic woman made so by the holocaust. it was that real. plus it was a rather interactive play so she was just like talking to the audience. and when the whole thing was over.. she was playing the piano and singing again, and she just said

"you can leave now... but go quietly cos my son is sleeping. go.."

So it ended on that creepy note. no one even applauded or what we all just left as instructed. haha coolness!

this must be the most fun and unique play i've been to. i was disappointed that the holocaust wasn't really talked about much though. oh well.. i wonder if Adolf was better. damn. should've gone for that too.

for some reason i'm really interested in the holocaust. guess you could call it morbid curiosity. i really love the movie The Pianist and Art Spiegelman's Maus. uhm. ok. i don't know what else to say. bye.

feeling like i'm back in primary school... when i used to be damn sad on sundays cos it meant that the weekend's over and there's school the next day. it was a terrible, bad feeling... i really, really dreaded school. i feared it. was scared of it. it was a queasy feeling.

i'm not scared of school anymore now... but i'm having that all too familiar feeling of impending doom.. and immense sadness. and yearning.

sigh.

it's all coming back to me. today, i'm a kid again.

"i tell you something... i got school tomorrow."

Numbers

gosh... i just was just thinking that in 2003 i was in J2. how wrong is that?? am i losing track of time or what?

been quite lazy to blog. sian.

lunched at some shanghainese restaurant in taka with the mother and brother. the food there is good stuff! yumma.

went to kino to get sthg cos brother has a kino card (10% off). stupid thing is the card is non-transferable so when i went to pay, the cashier wanted to see the owner of the card. so i had to 'present' my brother. geeeez. so if i wanna use his card, i'd have to bring along some guy cause all they want is to see a guy cause the name on the card's a guy's name. they didn't even check if he's the real 'mark tang'. might as well not make it non-transferable then. aiya stupid lah! so difficult if i wanna use his card then. or maybe i could just point at some random guy.

then my bro wanted to go to quiksilver. and i dono what happened but i think i decided to take advantage of the fact that my mom and her wallet was around so i got.... shoes! hurhurhur. kinda been eyeing them for damn long. so in the end my brother didn't get anything but i did. muahaha. guess i should thank him for wanting to go there.

one day i'll be too old to be still wearing roxy and all. maybe that day has already passed without my realisation. ha! ha! or maybe that day is coming... like in a few months time when i turn into that horrible monster called ADULT. hohoho. whatever it is, i know that day is soon to come... when i wouldn't dare to wear such stuff anymore. i guess i fear that more than turning 21 for age is but a number (i wish i believed that). but a change in mind-set? now THAT means so much more. maybe cos i'll also hafta like change my whole wardrobe. hah. meanwhile, i'll just enjoy my stuff. hmm. so now i'm judging age based on what is worn. crazy.

So, what's your fashion age?

someday we'll find it, a rainbow connection. the lovers, the dreamers and me.....

Ouch

sometimes you overdo things, either because of miscalculation or over-enthusiasm, and you end up in pain.

how do you when to stop?