today was nice! the weather sucks, but we had lunch with rolly at samy's -- this really cool restaurant in dempsey road. it's very old-fashioned and quaint (which i think is a very condescending word but it really is quaint in a good way!) it's inside this colonial-ish building, and they were playing sanskrit chants and stuff so it really reminded me of indian wedding banquet halls. except that i've never been to an indian wedding banquet that served so much meat. or... any meat, for that matter. the food was good but not really worth it for vegetarians i think. so. much. meat. and the veggie stuff was all eggplant -- my eggplant-hating mother would've been appalled, but the gravy was quite nice. oh she was appalled when i told her that they had chicken rasam. the guy was very apologetic about that though. anyway food was pretty good and the place was very nice but i'll stick with komala vilas. it's quality, really low prices and it's totally nostalgic because i've been going there since i was tiny and i still remember the time when the whole place wasn't aircon yet but there was this small room that was aircon and we'd get to sit there when we went. mwahahaha.
anyway. Sir Rollason was hilarious today as usual, he's Such a Wonderful Man. (hello Your Excellency!) for the ignorant amongst you, the great Rolly has taken it upon himself to start googling blogs. it's disturbing that mrs perry already surfs blogs and it's more than likely she's seen mine. oh dear. new levels of discretion are required. or i could just say HELLO TEACHERS! Welcome to my world.
apparently they already have a pretty good idea of the sort of person i am. ie they think i'm a spoilt brat. i don't disagree, but i am Disturbed that it's so obvious. or maybe the teachers are more perceptive than i anticipated. Rollason the Magnificent made this whole comment about how he can't imagine me backpacking, and that, in fact, that airconless restaurant must be the least luxurious place i'd ever been. so mean and so untrue! i tried to defend myself by telling them about airconless places i've stayed in in india, but that made it sound like the whole point was that i couldn't live without aircon when the point i was trying to make is that i've stayed in really basic places because those places not only don't have aircons but they also don't have showers or hot water -- you collect water in a bucket and pour it on yourself to bathe, which is fairly normal in india actually. and there were no facilities, no tvs and no telephones in the rooms. because they're like religious pilgrimage places. but anyway i just dug myself into a hole and then i shut up. but i am convinced rolly was only being mean to me in order to change the subject from a very disgusting backpacking story he told us. go ask him about his Accident in Shanghai. eurgh. the whole macho backpacker thing is weird.
also, because of the whole teachers-reading-blogs thing i just went to skim through my last few posts to see if there's anything dangerous, and what i realised instead is that i blog like a total ditz! i mean see, so many exclamation marks, and so many bags and boots and silly things. but then i do have to declare that blogs are generally for dramatic purposes, and are quite a gross misrepresentation of a person. i was tempted to do that GP question about blogs and podcasting, except that i know very little about podcasting and what i know of blogs is mainly... fashion blogs and silly blogs and things. the serious blogs bore me, generally. although recently i found the huffington post blog, which is a blogging experiment started by a woman called arianna huffington, where she gets celebrities to blog about various issues from war to music to... fashion etc. there's some stuff by gwyneth paltrow. it's all quite interesting. arianna huffington's a cambridge graduate. randomly.
go check it out - www.huffingtonpost.com
ok this post was intended to say nice things about mr rollason in case he reads it. and to try and serious-up my blog a little. it has obviously failed. the ditz factor remains.
by the way - level of hedonistic indulgence that even i cannot condone: the goody bags at the video music awards apparently had shu uemura-sponsored MINK EYELASHES and GOLD EYELASH CURLERS worth upwards of US$1000 each. i believe in luxury, like i told kel today, but such things really push it. wtf does someone do with mink eyelashes? i mean, i thought mink COATS were bad. there are so many more products that could be bought for that much, that are not only more animal-friendly but also more USEFUL. oh my god. i'm against fur, by the way. maybe it's because i'm vegetarian. but i'm wondering if it's hypocritical not to be against leather. i love leather. opinions, anyone?
kelly just left a while ago, after coming over and doing econs and falling asleep because i fell asleep and eating and talking about various interesting things. i need to go take a shower now. the weather sucks.
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more celeb blogs, except these are the real deal. click on the names, they're hyperlinked. must really ask claud to help me get underlined or different-looking hyperlinks!
pamela anderson
rosie o'donnell
britney spears
barbra streisand
jeff bridges -- very cool, the whole thing is hand-written/drawn on paint or something
tom green
hilary duff
bruce willis
uh. some aren't exactly blogs, actually. they're like sites... so i don't see the big deal. but i found the links in an article about celeb blogs, one of the numerous celeb gossip sites i read because i'm just that bored. but rest assured, am not bored enough to have found all those myself. anyway i'd have searched for more interesting people. oh bnl have a blog. can't remember the address. people like johnny are Too Cool For Blogs.
enjoy!
pamela anderson
rosie o'donnell
britney spears
barbra streisand
jeff bridges -- very cool, the whole thing is hand-written/drawn on paint or something
tom green
hilary duff
bruce willis
uh. some aren't exactly blogs, actually. they're like sites... so i don't see the big deal. but i found the links in an article about celeb blogs, one of the numerous celeb gossip sites i read because i'm just that bored. but rest assured, am not bored enough to have found all those myself. anyway i'd have searched for more interesting people. oh bnl have a blog. can't remember the address. people like johnny are Too Cool For Blogs.
enjoy!
Saturday, August 27
HAHA. claud, while moving, came upon a stack of primary 4 memories which she just shared with me and therefore made me waste about two hours. we had this thing called the Fun Agency back then, and we printed a stack of very colourful pieces of paper which the sentimental in each of us has preserved all these years. i must say, these sheets of paper are very pretty. liberal use of print shop deluxe by yours truly. i loved print shop deluxe. now claud's moved on to become the design maven.
first up: the Fun Agency List of Fun Things To Do (my 18-year-old self's comments in bold)
1. slumber parties (too much sweet valley)
2. pool parties (too much sweet valley)
3. meetings/hang-outs
4. lunch/tea/dinner parties
5. go places together (soo grown up!)
6. spend the day at someone's house (haha i remember having people over frequently, to listen to pop music and order pizza)
7. exchange gossip (HAHA. some things never change.)
8. celebration of festivals together
9. play pretend -- astronauts, sisters (how inventive. what happened to good ol' Doctor Doctor and Teacher Teacher)
10. collect things
11. play games
12. draw/paint/do craft
13. write stories (ashley whitlock -- a concept that will be explained further down) for fun
14. create codes
15. listen to music (yay, something decent!)
16. read (again with the decent!)
17. borrow each other's books - set up our own library. a week, a book. (and then i became all consumerist and starting buying every book under the sun instead of subscribing to the age-old concept of Borrowing.)
18. install each other's cd-roms (???? well, i remember borrowing that Caesar cd-rom from someone and playing it all day. i really enjoyed building things. a few years later i got addicted to the Sims line.)
19. teach the younger kids somethings (i assume this refers to the younger brothers/sisters? so altruistic -- nowadays i cringe at having to help the little brother)
20. put up magic shows.
now how many of those things did we actually get round to doing??
and clearly i began to dream about living out the quintessential girly american tv show, at the tender age of 9 or 10. i remember that i used to avidly watch that mary-kate and ashley show -- Two of a Kind or something. and now they're billionaires and i'm doing my A levels. ugh.
speaking of collecting things: i not only had the usual things like stickers and shells and badges (the badge thing continues in fact, though i still can't find the badges i had back then), but i also collected lists of the names of colours -- like psychadelic red/yellow/blue/green/pink, neon green/yellow/blue/red/pink, copper-sulphate blue (a concept that fascinated me), tangerine, teal, vermilion, all the colours in the crayon box, all the colours of my mother's lipsticks. i remember begging her to take me to the cosmetics counters in orchard so i could write down the names of the lipsticks and nailpolishes, because i earnestly believed that "new york city" and "vixen" were names of colours. ok actually the funny thing is that the whole colour obsession started in new york city itself -- atleast i remember sitting in my uncle's apartment when i was on vacation when i was around 9, and being bored because my brother was about 4 and i didn't have new york cousins yet, and sitting with a notebook and making lists of colours. anyway my mother, sadly, never did take me to the cosmetics counters to write down the names of colours. clearly she was aware that she was saddled with a freak child.
i believe that the members of this exclusive Fun Agency (what a name!) were myself, claudia, chit and jeanne. there was also a detective club that i was president of -- that was in primary 3 i think, and that consisted of myself, chit and rui min. omg. one of the mysteries involved figuring out why the eyes on the clown poster in the RGPS library always looked like they were following you. and i remember going into the library one day when it was really dark, and a book falling out of the shelf without my having touched it. that was mystery number 2. but it feels a little vague. i might have hallucinated it.
ok so ashley whitlock was our own version of nancy drew. and reading this stuff, it is HILARIOUS. first we have this whole lowdown on her and her family and her boyfriend, including blood group. we were too innocent to include vital statistics though! i believe claud intends to put some of this on her blog, but i'll do my own little recount here too.
ashley's eyes were aqua green, whatever that is
chestnut coloured hair, wavy
rose red lips
nose: slender
blood group O+ (and we must've been either fairly smart or just lazy, because her sister's got the same blood group)
dress: quite casual, detests ankle-length ball gowns, is BIT on the wild side (creativity), prefers jeans, skirts, or shorts to anythindg (sic) else. style is up-to-date and smart.
apparently she lived in "her father's ancestral mansion in las vegas, californïa" so our geographical awareness was clearly limited.
her sister joyce's nose: a mix of slender and snub.
her boyfriend's lips: flush pink, a pretty nice description if i do say so myself, though it might look a big better on a girl rather than a boy.
boyfriend's hobbies: adventures with ashley, going out with ashley, surfing, reading, eating pizza, going to mcdonald's with ashley, being with ashley.
aww.
oh and the boyfriend is a distant relative of ashley's maternal grandmother. hm.
so we had plans for two books, but we only barely wrote the first page of the first book. anyway the first book was supposed to involved ashley falling into the singapore river while trying to solve a case, being rescued by the boyfriend (daniel white) who is an FBI detective accompanying her on the care, and then falling in love with him. our sheet says of this bit, "this is a love 'scene'. this is the part they fall in love." very clearly spelled out, all this, but the plan only has the title of the book - Clue in the Lost Leather Shoe - but no plot is mentioned. also evidently we didn't know that FBI detectives don't really do cases outside the country, outside the country is CIA's job. my CIA fever hit later on, with Alias etc :)
second book: The Curse of the Egyptian Mummy (very original.)
again, no plot is mentioned, but all that is said is that Daniel is going to stop being a FBI guy and is going to study at Harvard instead, and "be with Ashley during free time and holidays". those were the days when i dreamed of going to harvard. i wonder when it became yale. so rory-like. except i haven't gotten into both harvard and yale and THEN had to make a choice. i had a friend who got into harvard and yale. she's in harvard now. i'm having lunch with her next week to ask her how to get into harvard and yale. except i'm not applying to harvard. anyway. this is hilarious, this sheet says "every book - some part MUST have ashley together with daniel, and if possible, joyce with bruce". joyce is ashley's sister and bruce is her boyfriend. description of bruce from first page of novel: "the rich and handsome Eurasian boy whom Joyce dated and had been trying to talk to, ever since the school year began. Bruce was the son of a wealthy Frenchman and his mother was the descendant of a Japanese emperor."
so Bruce is the abstract of all our boy-crazy fantasies, and apparently we were already aware that it is possible to date a person without talking to him. or maybe she used to date him but is no longer able to, because he's studying for a scholarship. HAHA. and joyce says, "No one who is anyone studies for scholarships! It's considered stupid!" TAKE THAT, PSC.
oh another sheet does have the plot for book 1: it's about the PM of singapore dying, and his ten-year-old son being next in line to the (dare i say it) throne. the PM's brother is jealous and wants to be PM so he kidnaps the kid, and ashley whitlock, for some reason, is assigned to the case although she's in the fantasy land of las vegas, california. oh apparently it's because ashley's motheris a doctor who's been treating the PM's son for a heart condition since he was born, and he knows ashley because he frequently visits the US for check-ups. therefore ashley comes to singapore to save him and falls into the singapore river and falls in love. the whole PM thing is uncannily Lee-dynastyish! so weird. although the PM at that time was Goh. and just the other day i was wondering whether sheng's dad is jealous that his brother gets to be PM and he doesn't.
it is all very humourous. i told claud that after As we must finish up these books.
so. after reading the stuff i wrote when i was ten years old, i decided to go back and read a little of my blog, from when i started it in july 2003. wow, bloggie, you're more than 2 years old! and you've undergone two name-changes since.
anyway, my first post says this:
"This blog is unlikely to be frequently updated, and anyway I'm not in the habit of posting my life's events in here, because frankly even in other people's blogs that fails to amuse me unless the people are really interesting or really fun to laugh at in their self-involvedness or ignorance of how inane their blogs happen to be. In any case, I am neither as egotistical nor as stupid as some, as to believe that the daily events of my life interest anybody. (Fine I could well compete in a competition for the most egotistical person in the world, but my egotism also tells me that I am too smart to delude myself that people will be interested in my life.) All this is, of course, assuming that people will read this blog. I'll have to do something about that."
can we say IRONY?!!
first up: the Fun Agency List of Fun Things To Do (my 18-year-old self's comments in bold)
1. slumber parties (too much sweet valley)
2. pool parties (too much sweet valley)
3. meetings/hang-outs
4. lunch/tea/dinner parties
5. go places together (soo grown up!)
6. spend the day at someone's house (haha i remember having people over frequently, to listen to pop music and order pizza)
7. exchange gossip (HAHA. some things never change.)
8. celebration of festivals together
9. play pretend -- astronauts, sisters (how inventive. what happened to good ol' Doctor Doctor and Teacher Teacher)
10. collect things
11. play games
12. draw/paint/do craft
13. write stories (ashley whitlock -- a concept that will be explained further down) for fun
14. create codes
15. listen to music (yay, something decent!)
16. read (again with the decent!)
17. borrow each other's books - set up our own library. a week, a book. (and then i became all consumerist and starting buying every book under the sun instead of subscribing to the age-old concept of Borrowing.)
18. install each other's cd-roms (???? well, i remember borrowing that Caesar cd-rom from someone and playing it all day. i really enjoyed building things. a few years later i got addicted to the Sims line.)
19. teach the younger kids somethings (i assume this refers to the younger brothers/sisters? so altruistic -- nowadays i cringe at having to help the little brother)
20. put up magic shows.
now how many of those things did we actually get round to doing??
and clearly i began to dream about living out the quintessential girly american tv show, at the tender age of 9 or 10. i remember that i used to avidly watch that mary-kate and ashley show -- Two of a Kind or something. and now they're billionaires and i'm doing my A levels. ugh.
speaking of collecting things: i not only had the usual things like stickers and shells and badges (the badge thing continues in fact, though i still can't find the badges i had back then), but i also collected lists of the names of colours -- like psychadelic red/yellow/blue/green/pink, neon green/yellow/blue/red/pink, copper-sulphate blue (a concept that fascinated me), tangerine, teal, vermilion, all the colours in the crayon box, all the colours of my mother's lipsticks. i remember begging her to take me to the cosmetics counters in orchard so i could write down the names of the lipsticks and nailpolishes, because i earnestly believed that "new york city" and "vixen" were names of colours. ok actually the funny thing is that the whole colour obsession started in new york city itself -- atleast i remember sitting in my uncle's apartment when i was on vacation when i was around 9, and being bored because my brother was about 4 and i didn't have new york cousins yet, and sitting with a notebook and making lists of colours. anyway my mother, sadly, never did take me to the cosmetics counters to write down the names of colours. clearly she was aware that she was saddled with a freak child.
i believe that the members of this exclusive Fun Agency (what a name!) were myself, claudia, chit and jeanne. there was also a detective club that i was president of -- that was in primary 3 i think, and that consisted of myself, chit and rui min. omg. one of the mysteries involved figuring out why the eyes on the clown poster in the RGPS library always looked like they were following you. and i remember going into the library one day when it was really dark, and a book falling out of the shelf without my having touched it. that was mystery number 2. but it feels a little vague. i might have hallucinated it.
ok so ashley whitlock was our own version of nancy drew. and reading this stuff, it is HILARIOUS. first we have this whole lowdown on her and her family and her boyfriend, including blood group. we were too innocent to include vital statistics though! i believe claud intends to put some of this on her blog, but i'll do my own little recount here too.
ashley's eyes were aqua green, whatever that is
chestnut coloured hair, wavy
rose red lips
nose: slender
blood group O+ (and we must've been either fairly smart or just lazy, because her sister's got the same blood group)
dress: quite casual, detests ankle-length ball gowns, is BIT on the wild side (creativity), prefers jeans, skirts, or shorts to anythindg (sic) else. style is up-to-date and smart.
apparently she lived in "her father's ancestral mansion in las vegas, californïa" so our geographical awareness was clearly limited.
her sister joyce's nose: a mix of slender and snub.
her boyfriend's lips: flush pink, a pretty nice description if i do say so myself, though it might look a big better on a girl rather than a boy.
boyfriend's hobbies: adventures with ashley, going out with ashley, surfing, reading, eating pizza, going to mcdonald's with ashley, being with ashley.
aww.
oh and the boyfriend is a distant relative of ashley's maternal grandmother. hm.
so we had plans for two books, but we only barely wrote the first page of the first book. anyway the first book was supposed to involved ashley falling into the singapore river while trying to solve a case, being rescued by the boyfriend (daniel white) who is an FBI detective accompanying her on the care, and then falling in love with him. our sheet says of this bit, "this is a love 'scene'. this is the part they fall in love." very clearly spelled out, all this, but the plan only has the title of the book - Clue in the Lost Leather Shoe - but no plot is mentioned. also evidently we didn't know that FBI detectives don't really do cases outside the country, outside the country is CIA's job. my CIA fever hit later on, with Alias etc :)
second book: The Curse of the Egyptian Mummy (very original.)
again, no plot is mentioned, but all that is said is that Daniel is going to stop being a FBI guy and is going to study at Harvard instead, and "be with Ashley during free time and holidays". those were the days when i dreamed of going to harvard. i wonder when it became yale. so rory-like. except i haven't gotten into both harvard and yale and THEN had to make a choice. i had a friend who got into harvard and yale. she's in harvard now. i'm having lunch with her next week to ask her how to get into harvard and yale. except i'm not applying to harvard. anyway. this is hilarious, this sheet says "every book - some part MUST have ashley together with daniel, and if possible, joyce with bruce". joyce is ashley's sister and bruce is her boyfriend. description of bruce from first page of novel: "the rich and handsome Eurasian boy whom Joyce dated and had been trying to talk to, ever since the school year began. Bruce was the son of a wealthy Frenchman and his mother was the descendant of a Japanese emperor."
so Bruce is the abstract of all our boy-crazy fantasies, and apparently we were already aware that it is possible to date a person without talking to him. or maybe she used to date him but is no longer able to, because he's studying for a scholarship. HAHA. and joyce says, "No one who is anyone studies for scholarships! It's considered stupid!" TAKE THAT, PSC.
oh another sheet does have the plot for book 1: it's about the PM of singapore dying, and his ten-year-old son being next in line to the (dare i say it) throne. the PM's brother is jealous and wants to be PM so he kidnaps the kid, and ashley whitlock, for some reason, is assigned to the case although she's in the fantasy land of las vegas, california. oh apparently it's because ashley's motheris a doctor who's been treating the PM's son for a heart condition since he was born, and he knows ashley because he frequently visits the US for check-ups. therefore ashley comes to singapore to save him and falls into the singapore river and falls in love. the whole PM thing is uncannily Lee-dynastyish! so weird. although the PM at that time was Goh. and just the other day i was wondering whether sheng's dad is jealous that his brother gets to be PM and he doesn't.
it is all very humourous. i told claud that after As we must finish up these books.
so. after reading the stuff i wrote when i was ten years old, i decided to go back and read a little of my blog, from when i started it in july 2003. wow, bloggie, you're more than 2 years old! and you've undergone two name-changes since.
anyway, my first post says this:
"This blog is unlikely to be frequently updated, and anyway I'm not in the habit of posting my life's events in here, because frankly even in other people's blogs that fails to amuse me unless the people are really interesting or really fun to laugh at in their self-involvedness or ignorance of how inane their blogs happen to be. In any case, I am neither as egotistical nor as stupid as some, as to believe that the daily events of my life interest anybody. (Fine I could well compete in a competition for the most egotistical person in the world, but my egotism also tells me that I am too smart to delude myself that people will be interested in my life.) All this is, of course, assuming that people will read this blog. I'll have to do something about that."
can we say IRONY?!!
Friday, August 26
i think i am suffering from carpal tunnel syndrome. my right arm hurts muchly. i keep punching it in the air because it feels like if i punch it i might get rid of the crick, but i don't think there is a crick so i just keep punching and feeling rather stupid. hmm you're only supposed to get carpal tunnel syndrome if you've been using your arm a lot -- and in this case if i'd been writing a lot, but i haven't. i've been randomly doing bits of math and i've been reading a lot of fanfic. where did i get carpal tunnel syndrome from? maybe it's the lack of sleep.
oh new very cute blogs!
maddox jolie: http://www.automaddox.blogspot.com/
zahara marley jolie: http://www.princesszahara.blogspot.com/
they're supremely funny =]
oh new very cute blogs!
maddox jolie: http://www.automaddox.blogspot.com/
zahara marley jolie: http://www.princesszahara.blogspot.com/
they're supremely funny =]
Sunday, August 21
i just received the most bizarre message from sophie:
"I am sitting at my desk with my bra on my head, making doggie sounds. It is very comfortable."
I was sitting at my desk at the time, trying to do a sudoko -- funny, these 'intellectual' trends, no? what happened to the good ol' days of crosswords? i did a very fun crossword in an entertainment magazine called Life & Style yesterday, and i got almost all of it by myself because it was all like Designer from Indiana, and Legally Blonde star ____ Witherspoon and stuff like that. anyway i was sitting at my desk and almost fell off it at the thought of soph with a bra wrapped around her head and... making doggie sounds. growling, or barking, i imagine. scary. oh apparently the bra helped release tension and made her head feel cooler because it was straight from the washer and therefore a little bit damp. ^_^
another unproductive weekend! my yesterday, as i told bernie, went something like this:
i woke up around 11something, noon-ish, i showered and had lunch, read about 2 pages of A&C then went to look up some stuff on the internet and got sidetracked reading blogs, then i went for a run, then i showered and got ready to go out, then i went to a party at the A's place -- loads of alcohol but they didn't have the resources to make a margarita or a long island iced tea or anything fun, so i just had a couple of screwdrivers which were good but really un-strong so we asked for martinis after that. the martini practically killed my throat because it was so fucking strong and it smelt like nailpolish remover, so A said she'd go and scold the bartender for not knowing how to make a martini but i don't think she did in the end. then i came back and i was too tired to do anything so i was just on msn for a while then i went to sleep.
and today. woke up at the relatively decent time of 10 and did a bit of math. went back to sleep just now, and got woken because my mom wanted me to make a copy of her ballroom dance music cd. unfortunately all that achieved was the switching-on of the Evil Computer, because my cd-writer is being highly temperamental. so here i am, unable to resist the evils of the Evil Internet.
ah well. screwing up my life. yesyesyes.
EDIT: today's been a day full of really amusing mental images.
1. soph with bra on head, making doggie noises
2. claud standing on top of her entry proof and looking relieved
3. kelly holed up behind a piano with some random guy doing math, and everyone on the other side looking really shocked
"I am sitting at my desk with my bra on my head, making doggie sounds. It is very comfortable."
I was sitting at my desk at the time, trying to do a sudoko -- funny, these 'intellectual' trends, no? what happened to the good ol' days of crosswords? i did a very fun crossword in an entertainment magazine called Life & Style yesterday, and i got almost all of it by myself because it was all like Designer from Indiana, and Legally Blonde star ____ Witherspoon and stuff like that. anyway i was sitting at my desk and almost fell off it at the thought of soph with a bra wrapped around her head and... making doggie sounds. growling, or barking, i imagine. scary. oh apparently the bra helped release tension and made her head feel cooler because it was straight from the washer and therefore a little bit damp. ^_^
another unproductive weekend! my yesterday, as i told bernie, went something like this:
i woke up around 11something, noon-ish, i showered and had lunch, read about 2 pages of A&C then went to look up some stuff on the internet and got sidetracked reading blogs, then i went for a run, then i showered and got ready to go out, then i went to a party at the A's place -- loads of alcohol but they didn't have the resources to make a margarita or a long island iced tea or anything fun, so i just had a couple of screwdrivers which were good but really un-strong so we asked for martinis after that. the martini practically killed my throat because it was so fucking strong and it smelt like nailpolish remover, so A said she'd go and scold the bartender for not knowing how to make a martini but i don't think she did in the end. then i came back and i was too tired to do anything so i was just on msn for a while then i went to sleep.
and today. woke up at the relatively decent time of 10 and did a bit of math. went back to sleep just now, and got woken because my mom wanted me to make a copy of her ballroom dance music cd. unfortunately all that achieved was the switching-on of the Evil Computer, because my cd-writer is being highly temperamental. so here i am, unable to resist the evils of the Evil Internet.
ah well. screwing up my life. yesyesyes.
EDIT: today's been a day full of really amusing mental images.
1. soph with bra on head, making doggie noises
2. claud standing on top of her entry proof and looking relieved
3. kelly holed up behind a piano with some random guy doing math, and everyone on the other side looking really shocked
Friday, August 19
omg i just had the most distressing half-hour ever, just now. my internet connection died, inexplicably, stayed dead for a while, and then was resurrected, inexplicably.
anyway. i think the 13a blog is also slowly coming back to life! kelly posted an interesting-ish post, and i have posted another one =]
i have had a most unproductive week!
We Are Teh Majorly Screwed.
i love that word! teh! inexplicably. inexplicably love it. i think all this gaming language is fascinating. like pwn. and leet, or something like that, meaning elite. apparently it's a passe word. and apparently 'teh' has entered dictionaries. i love the way claud says 'teh'. and the way she said "we are teh majorly screwed!"
oh and i love the way mark says "oh my ganges" or "oh my genghis" or whatever it is he says. i think its ganges, as in the river. which is so hilarious =]
today was a Good Day. hahahaa how did i get there from Majorly Screwed?? it was a fairly quotable day, particularly sowden's class.
like sowden's Ultimate Economist Insult: "i hate you... you're so inefficient!" especially if you imagine two married economists bickering.
and then sowden demonstrating some new breast augmentation technique that involes cutting the stomach open and then showing the silicon thingies up to under the breast. apparently it involves less scarring, but his point was that they showed the entire operation on E! and the only censorship was the blurring of the woman's nipples. so we had a whole, totally-irrelevant-to-econs discussion about why the nipples would be blurred. and whether the nipples of a woman on a surgical table with her stomach cut open and a doctor shoving plastic up could still turn a guy on. oh and claud: "the way to a woman's breast is through her stomach". claud's very quotable today. inexplicably.
oh and in the morning! p.urvis with his arm around r.olly's shoulders, talking about his trip to bangkok or some such asian city, where a cabbie took him to a room full of girls and told him to pick one. which he didn't do, probably out of cowardice although he likes to think of it as principles. and then, inexplicably (isn't that the word of the day?) rolly and purvis went into this whole german thing, i think because rolly said that he'd told us that if we'd all been in germany in the 1930s we'd all have been nazis. and then purvis did a german accent and said "today raffles, tomorrow poland!" and with a flourish, left the room.
so fuN!
anyway. i think the 13a blog is also slowly coming back to life! kelly posted an interesting-ish post, and i have posted another one =]
i have had a most unproductive week!
We Are Teh Majorly Screwed.
i love that word! teh! inexplicably. inexplicably love it. i think all this gaming language is fascinating. like pwn. and leet, or something like that, meaning elite. apparently it's a passe word. and apparently 'teh' has entered dictionaries. i love the way claud says 'teh'. and the way she said "we are teh majorly screwed!"
oh and i love the way mark says "oh my ganges" or "oh my genghis" or whatever it is he says. i think its ganges, as in the river. which is so hilarious =]
today was a Good Day. hahahaa how did i get there from Majorly Screwed?? it was a fairly quotable day, particularly sowden's class.
like sowden's Ultimate Economist Insult: "i hate you... you're so inefficient!" especially if you imagine two married economists bickering.
and then sowden demonstrating some new breast augmentation technique that involes cutting the stomach open and then showing the silicon thingies up to under the breast. apparently it involves less scarring, but his point was that they showed the entire operation on E! and the only censorship was the blurring of the woman's nipples. so we had a whole, totally-irrelevant-to-econs discussion about why the nipples would be blurred. and whether the nipples of a woman on a surgical table with her stomach cut open and a doctor shoving plastic up could still turn a guy on. oh and claud: "the way to a woman's breast is through her stomach". claud's very quotable today. inexplicably.
oh and in the morning! p.urvis with his arm around r.olly's shoulders, talking about his trip to bangkok or some such asian city, where a cabbie took him to a room full of girls and told him to pick one. which he didn't do, probably out of cowardice although he likes to think of it as principles. and then, inexplicably (isn't that the word of the day?) rolly and purvis went into this whole german thing, i think because rolly said that he'd told us that if we'd all been in germany in the 1930s we'd all have been nazis. and then purvis did a german accent and said "today raffles, tomorrow poland!" and with a flourish, left the room.
so fuN!
Sunday, August 14
this guy, off the oxford profiles page, really charmed and cracked me up:
Nikolai
-- doing PPE at Merton
How did you decide between Oxford and Cambridge?
Oxford offers PPE, which is far superior to the more statistical SPS. Coming from a big city, London, i wanted to go to another city, not a town :p Oh yeah and it has Oxford Brookes which is amazing for art (lots of girls :P)
Why did you choose that college?
An Oxford Rowing Blues man reccomended it to me for sport. Some very intelligent people recommended it. The fattest man i know (a rather corpulent chap) said it has the best food in Oxford (it does).
For what reasons did you apply to Oxbridge?
A head start in life and because it was the only place that i knew offered the course i wanted to do. (actually loads of others do as well)
Did your school/college give you any extra tuition or help prior to your interview or application?
They read through my UCAS form and sent it off, with errors in. I was given one short mock interview with someone whose field was totally different and had no idea about it. To be fair, my teachers would have helped if i asked, but i was extremely busy the week before my interview. ( i had resits and lots of sports fixtures)
Do you have any tips on filling in Oxbridge application forms?
Dont put garbage in it, in my philosophy interview they picked up on "as such I am aware of alternate value systems" and they pushed on this. I am, but for the life of me could not think of alternate value systems.
If you had to submit any written work prior to the interview, what did you submit and why?
A really rambling off topic essay on "the clash between Liberty and Democracy in the current debate on fox-hunting". Which was the only essay i loved writing but dragged in far too much that i did not know about. If they had asked me on Kant's theories, which i mentioned, i would have been stuffed. The other was chosen the day before the deadline by my head of history (it got about 18/20) and was on Kennedy (i think). I was in a bit of trouble though as i never actually do my essays or if i do they are 17/18 out of 20 and barely legible as i wrote them at break.
What happened at your interview(s)?
Politics: they let me talk about any subject i wanted to (what has been in the news recently), but really pushed me on it. I started off badly as i said that there were lots of things such as but that the most important was fox-hunting. They then went back to one of the other things i said. Economics: i turnedup hungover, had a pre-release material which i couldnt read and was mildly challenging. Then i felt so sick when the bloke came out that i asked if there was a tap (cos my throat was so sore). I got some water and did ok in the interview. They really pushed me, they would lead you to a wrong answer even when my first one had been correct. Philosophy: they said i hadnt done any what did i want to talk about. i said i had done some via my classics and some via my politics. They asked me whether i wanted to talk about classical philosophy or political philosophy. I said i did not mind and then they went off tangent into talking about what i would do (what value system :P) if i was made a dictator.
What questions were you asked during your interview(s)?
The worst one was in politics where they kept pressing on my family background. Is there anything you wish to add to your personal statement, something that you feel we should know about your background. It made me feel really awkward so i just rambled (something im good at) on how much i loved the three subjects and together they were wonderful. I told them that i loved them so much that i frequently dragged my other lessons off course into talking about them (which is true). The last two classics lessons i had, all we talked about was philosophy.
What did you wear to your interview and why?
A suit as it made me comfortable. I was glad i did as both the politics tutors wore one, but the male looked quite dishevelled, so i was happy as i felt i looked a lot smarter. Suits give me confidence. Remember you can always dress down - taking off a jacket or so, but its a lot harder to neaten up in an interview.
What is your advice for a candidate wanting to prepare for an interview in this subject?
Be interested in the subject and read the papers. When you get to the college, speak to the students, it relaxes you and you learn about the tutors, which can be useful.
What was your general impression of the college that you applied to/any others you visited?
Wicked, a real cool place.
Describe the college accommodation:
The first years had reasonable rooms (better than Exeter and i think York). But the female PPE applicants were put into 3rd yr rooms which are on suite and had studies. They were huge and really wicked. The only trouble was that my male house did not have a shower in it, you had to go up to the roof and down two floors in the next house to find a shower. There were baths though.
How was college food?
Excellent
There is the 'Merton effect', if you go there you put on a couple of pounds as you eat so much as it is so good. You also only pay for what you eat.
What were the college students like?
Devious and Subversive, i got them to drink with me and they talked me into playing poker, which i promptly beat them at (despite it being my first time). They sent me to bed though on the first night at three which offended me, although they were right as i felt bad during the exam. The official helpers were really nice as well, invited me back to their office to drink and chat. The funniest incident was on the last night when the Stewards wanted to go, so told us to switch off the JCR lights as they would let us stay longer. They gave me instructions on sending people to bed and stuff, when there were Merton students present. I got put in charge, which amused me.
Please describe what happened when you received the letter telling you whether you had a place or not.
I came home and refused to open it (just to aggravate my parents), then opened it and scanned the second half and it said AAA. So i knew i had got an offer. I still dont think iv read the letter. I then rang a girl and told her, then my rents. Everyone was well pleased for me (my politics teacher even rang me up the next day to congratulate me - she found out through the grapevine. Havnt been back to school yet, so i dont know what they will say. Its worth it though, so many hugs and kisses and drinks and so many girls that have made me promise to let them come and visit me there.
If you were to re-live that year of your life, would you still apply to Oxbridge and why?
Yep, because i had fun on my interview application day and the only stressful thing was that my application form had to be in earlier than everyone elses. (which is good as it means it goes to other universities earlier)
What advice do you have for potential applicants, based on your experiences?
Have fun, at your interview just have fun. You might as well enjoy yourself. Don't listen to me too much as im writing this on New Year's day real hungover at 3 in the morning. BUT DONT WORRY. My friends who worried about it and panicked led a very stressful life. I just had fun.
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and then chit and i had a discussion about his russian name and maybe they asked about his family background because they thought he might be commie, or maybe he's the son of some corrupt russian tycoon or maybe he's got a famous last name like abramovich and they hate chelsea or something. but sadly, his last name's hartley. disappointing and boring. HM there's a blond girl at UWC called nicole hartley and her boyfriend's really cute and also blond and plays the guitar real nice. anyway, i am Charmed by this n.ikolai hartley (don't want him googling himself and finding my blog, hahaha) and he totally reminds me of logan from GG!
oh and there're lots of people in india (particularly bengal) called things like pushkin, tolstoy, lenin and stalin you know? the chief minister of tamilnadu state has a son called stalin. and chit's relative is a member of the communist party, which happens to rule bengal. and they all call each other 'comrade'. chit's not a communist, though.
Nikolai
-- doing PPE at Merton
How did you decide between Oxford and Cambridge?
Oxford offers PPE, which is far superior to the more statistical SPS. Coming from a big city, London, i wanted to go to another city, not a town :p Oh yeah and it has Oxford Brookes which is amazing for art (lots of girls :P)
Why did you choose that college?
An Oxford Rowing Blues man reccomended it to me for sport. Some very intelligent people recommended it. The fattest man i know (a rather corpulent chap) said it has the best food in Oxford (it does).
For what reasons did you apply to Oxbridge?
A head start in life and because it was the only place that i knew offered the course i wanted to do. (actually loads of others do as well)
Did your school/college give you any extra tuition or help prior to your interview or application?
They read through my UCAS form and sent it off, with errors in. I was given one short mock interview with someone whose field was totally different and had no idea about it. To be fair, my teachers would have helped if i asked, but i was extremely busy the week before my interview. ( i had resits and lots of sports fixtures)
Do you have any tips on filling in Oxbridge application forms?
Dont put garbage in it, in my philosophy interview they picked up on "as such I am aware of alternate value systems" and they pushed on this. I am, but for the life of me could not think of alternate value systems.
If you had to submit any written work prior to the interview, what did you submit and why?
A really rambling off topic essay on "the clash between Liberty and Democracy in the current debate on fox-hunting". Which was the only essay i loved writing but dragged in far too much that i did not know about. If they had asked me on Kant's theories, which i mentioned, i would have been stuffed. The other was chosen the day before the deadline by my head of history (it got about 18/20) and was on Kennedy (i think). I was in a bit of trouble though as i never actually do my essays or if i do they are 17/18 out of 20 and barely legible as i wrote them at break.
What happened at your interview(s)?
Politics: they let me talk about any subject i wanted to (what has been in the news recently), but really pushed me on it. I started off badly as i said that there were lots of things such as but that the most important was fox-hunting. They then went back to one of the other things i said. Economics: i turnedup hungover, had a pre-release material which i couldnt read and was mildly challenging. Then i felt so sick when the bloke came out that i asked if there was a tap (cos my throat was so sore). I got some water and did ok in the interview. They really pushed me, they would lead you to a wrong answer even when my first one had been correct. Philosophy: they said i hadnt done any what did i want to talk about. i said i had done some via my classics and some via my politics. They asked me whether i wanted to talk about classical philosophy or political philosophy. I said i did not mind and then they went off tangent into talking about what i would do (what value system :P) if i was made a dictator.
What questions were you asked during your interview(s)?
The worst one was in politics where they kept pressing on my family background. Is there anything you wish to add to your personal statement, something that you feel we should know about your background. It made me feel really awkward so i just rambled (something im good at) on how much i loved the three subjects and together they were wonderful. I told them that i loved them so much that i frequently dragged my other lessons off course into talking about them (which is true). The last two classics lessons i had, all we talked about was philosophy.
What did you wear to your interview and why?
A suit as it made me comfortable. I was glad i did as both the politics tutors wore one, but the male looked quite dishevelled, so i was happy as i felt i looked a lot smarter. Suits give me confidence. Remember you can always dress down - taking off a jacket or so, but its a lot harder to neaten up in an interview.
What is your advice for a candidate wanting to prepare for an interview in this subject?
Be interested in the subject and read the papers. When you get to the college, speak to the students, it relaxes you and you learn about the tutors, which can be useful.
What was your general impression of the college that you applied to/any others you visited?
Wicked, a real cool place.
Describe the college accommodation:
The first years had reasonable rooms (better than Exeter and i think York). But the female PPE applicants were put into 3rd yr rooms which are on suite and had studies. They were huge and really wicked. The only trouble was that my male house did not have a shower in it, you had to go up to the roof and down two floors in the next house to find a shower. There were baths though.
How was college food?
Excellent
There is the 'Merton effect', if you go there you put on a couple of pounds as you eat so much as it is so good. You also only pay for what you eat.
What were the college students like?
Devious and Subversive, i got them to drink with me and they talked me into playing poker, which i promptly beat them at (despite it being my first time). They sent me to bed though on the first night at three which offended me, although they were right as i felt bad during the exam. The official helpers were really nice as well, invited me back to their office to drink and chat. The funniest incident was on the last night when the Stewards wanted to go, so told us to switch off the JCR lights as they would let us stay longer. They gave me instructions on sending people to bed and stuff, when there were Merton students present. I got put in charge, which amused me.
Please describe what happened when you received the letter telling you whether you had a place or not.
I came home and refused to open it (just to aggravate my parents), then opened it and scanned the second half and it said AAA. So i knew i had got an offer. I still dont think iv read the letter. I then rang a girl and told her, then my rents. Everyone was well pleased for me (my politics teacher even rang me up the next day to congratulate me - she found out through the grapevine. Havnt been back to school yet, so i dont know what they will say. Its worth it though, so many hugs and kisses and drinks and so many girls that have made me promise to let them come and visit me there.
If you were to re-live that year of your life, would you still apply to Oxbridge and why?
Yep, because i had fun on my interview application day and the only stressful thing was that my application form had to be in earlier than everyone elses. (which is good as it means it goes to other universities earlier)
What advice do you have for potential applicants, based on your experiences?
Have fun, at your interview just have fun. You might as well enjoy yourself. Don't listen to me too much as im writing this on New Year's day real hungover at 3 in the morning. BUT DONT WORRY. My friends who worried about it and panicked led a very stressful life. I just had fun.
*
and then chit and i had a discussion about his russian name and maybe they asked about his family background because they thought he might be commie, or maybe he's the son of some corrupt russian tycoon or maybe he's got a famous last name like abramovich and they hate chelsea or something. but sadly, his last name's hartley. disappointing and boring. HM there's a blond girl at UWC called nicole hartley and her boyfriend's really cute and also blond and plays the guitar real nice. anyway, i am Charmed by this n.ikolai hartley (don't want him googling himself and finding my blog, hahaha) and he totally reminds me of logan from GG!
oh and there're lots of people in india (particularly bengal) called things like pushkin, tolstoy, lenin and stalin you know? the chief minister of tamilnadu state has a son called stalin. and chit's relative is a member of the communist party, which happens to rule bengal. and they all call each other 'comrade'. chit's not a communist, though.
Saturday, August 13
just this afternoon i watched million dollar baby and Boy was i bowled over. it's the most impressive film i've watched in a very very long time, and the first that's made me cry buckets in even longer. i can count on less than one hand, the number of films that've made me cry. i cried at kal ho na ho twice. and tv - i cried at the buffy season 6 finale, and the OC season 1 finale. i've been lumpy-throated and misty-eyed for plenty of things, but the number of films producing actual tears is a grand total of 1, before today. i probably came pretty close at the end of that movie we watched in GP last year about the death penalty, but i have this policy of never crying in school, and generally trying not to cry in front of people. i broke that second rule embarrassingly when daph was leaving. i hope i don't cry the next time i have to see people off. or maybe i'll just have to make sure i'm the first to leave.
anyway. million dollar baby. i won't spoil the ending. it isn't a suspense thriller sort of shock-surprise thing but it's not the sort of place you'd expect the film to end up at, given the way it begins, and it's very important that it stays unexpected for the film to have its impact.
i love the way the film's not excessive in any way at all (nasty's admiration of unexcessiveness may be rubbing off, but seriously this is fantastic work). like its definitely gritty but never had me covering my eyes and believe me it takes very little blood and gore for me to start wincing. but all the same it's raw and it doesn't shy away from blood and broken noses either, and i think it's just the power of the acting and the direction that you don't start looking away from the screen. it's sentimental, and it's a little bit about love, but it's one of those rare hollywood films that don't lapse into cheesiness or romantic mush. in fact, there's nothing romantic about it and that's half the appeal. it's not romantic love, and despite there being every opportunity for it to become romantic it stays far away. and it stays just pessimistic enough to be really appealing. it's unexpectedly philosphical, but it never ever thumps you over the head with its ideas, unlike movies such as The Island which was just brash in-your-face anti-eugenics propaganda. and it was real in a way that "Ali" didn't manage to be at all.
going off on a tangent, "Ali" was really disappointing because somehow it became more about the glamour and the drama and tragedy of his life than about the boxing and the actual genius/expertise that went into his work, and basically it blew everything out of proportion, and in a sense it was just another one of will smith's vehicles, the one where Will Smith Goes Serious, will smith's Oscar vehicle. whereas million dollar baby is so restrained that you can't help but be moved so profoundly. and while it's absolutely oscar-worthy given the acting and the direction and everything, you don't come out of it thinking it's just trying to hit all the Oscar buttons unlike, say, Cold Mountain, or even The Hours or Chicago despite the fact that i enjoyed both of those films very much.
i could go on for a while, singing million dollar baby's praises. i have to say, though, million dollar baby is a really weird title. it's probably the reason i didn't watch the film for so long. stupid reason, but it sounds like a cheap musical from the title. but maybe it has some deep meaning that'll eventually occur to me, abyss that i am.
now i've been hit by clint eastwood fever. thankfully i've got a copy of mystic river as well, so i'm off to watch that now.
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oh but on a completely different note, i squandered a significant part of yesterday reading fluffy gilmore girls fics involving a lot of pregnancy and mushy stuff. and then nasty and i were discussing siblings and whether we wanted more or less than we had. ok the less refers to me, of course, because less siblings for nasty would be negative siblingness which is just... too mathematical.
anyway it's funny and slightly uncanny because this morning my mother burst into my room and gleefully asked me how i'd like another brother or sister. thankfully before my mind imploded/exploded at the thought, she added that she meant a cousin. this means an addition to the adorablest new york cousins!!! haha it's so cool becauseeee i was just being sad the last time i posted about them, that i don't see them often enough and that they'll be all grown up in no time and won't be small and cute anymore. but! just in time for me to be going off somewhere around there, there'll be another small cute one to play with! yayyyy. another silly reason to go to the US instead of the UK. (the first silly reason is american tv and the fact that downloading is Teh Evil therefore i must be in a position to watch it properly.) we all have our silly reasons. i'm pleased!
my own little brother has had his dinner faster than he's ever eaten in his life, and rushed off down to enjoy the Pandan Valley nightlife. whatever that is. he says he'll be back in an hour. my little brother has a more happening life than i do! i am very bored. need to either immerse self in studying, or find more interesting things to do with self. i want to learn how to box. maybe i should learn from soph and actually do the things i want to do, instead of saying i'll do them. except it's so much easier said than done, and it seems like i never have time for anything. ugh.
yeah, so i'll go watch Mystic River now.
also, read this article - very interesting.
anyway. million dollar baby. i won't spoil the ending. it isn't a suspense thriller sort of shock-surprise thing but it's not the sort of place you'd expect the film to end up at, given the way it begins, and it's very important that it stays unexpected for the film to have its impact.
i love the way the film's not excessive in any way at all (nasty's admiration of unexcessiveness may be rubbing off, but seriously this is fantastic work). like its definitely gritty but never had me covering my eyes and believe me it takes very little blood and gore for me to start wincing. but all the same it's raw and it doesn't shy away from blood and broken noses either, and i think it's just the power of the acting and the direction that you don't start looking away from the screen. it's sentimental, and it's a little bit about love, but it's one of those rare hollywood films that don't lapse into cheesiness or romantic mush. in fact, there's nothing romantic about it and that's half the appeal. it's not romantic love, and despite there being every opportunity for it to become romantic it stays far away. and it stays just pessimistic enough to be really appealing. it's unexpectedly philosphical, but it never ever thumps you over the head with its ideas, unlike movies such as The Island which was just brash in-your-face anti-eugenics propaganda. and it was real in a way that "Ali" didn't manage to be at all.
going off on a tangent, "Ali" was really disappointing because somehow it became more about the glamour and the drama and tragedy of his life than about the boxing and the actual genius/expertise that went into his work, and basically it blew everything out of proportion, and in a sense it was just another one of will smith's vehicles, the one where Will Smith Goes Serious, will smith's Oscar vehicle. whereas million dollar baby is so restrained that you can't help but be moved so profoundly. and while it's absolutely oscar-worthy given the acting and the direction and everything, you don't come out of it thinking it's just trying to hit all the Oscar buttons unlike, say, Cold Mountain, or even The Hours or Chicago despite the fact that i enjoyed both of those films very much.
i could go on for a while, singing million dollar baby's praises. i have to say, though, million dollar baby is a really weird title. it's probably the reason i didn't watch the film for so long. stupid reason, but it sounds like a cheap musical from the title. but maybe it has some deep meaning that'll eventually occur to me, abyss that i am.
now i've been hit by clint eastwood fever. thankfully i've got a copy of mystic river as well, so i'm off to watch that now.
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oh but on a completely different note, i squandered a significant part of yesterday reading fluffy gilmore girls fics involving a lot of pregnancy and mushy stuff. and then nasty and i were discussing siblings and whether we wanted more or less than we had. ok the less refers to me, of course, because less siblings for nasty would be negative siblingness which is just... too mathematical.
anyway it's funny and slightly uncanny because this morning my mother burst into my room and gleefully asked me how i'd like another brother or sister. thankfully before my mind imploded/exploded at the thought, she added that she meant a cousin. this means an addition to the adorablest new york cousins!!! haha it's so cool becauseeee i was just being sad the last time i posted about them, that i don't see them often enough and that they'll be all grown up in no time and won't be small and cute anymore. but! just in time for me to be going off somewhere around there, there'll be another small cute one to play with! yayyyy. another silly reason to go to the US instead of the UK. (the first silly reason is american tv and the fact that downloading is Teh Evil therefore i must be in a position to watch it properly.) we all have our silly reasons. i'm pleased!
my own little brother has had his dinner faster than he's ever eaten in his life, and rushed off down to enjoy the Pandan Valley nightlife. whatever that is. he says he'll be back in an hour. my little brother has a more happening life than i do! i am very bored. need to either immerse self in studying, or find more interesting things to do with self. i want to learn how to box. maybe i should learn from soph and actually do the things i want to do, instead of saying i'll do them. except it's so much easier said than done, and it seems like i never have time for anything. ugh.
yeah, so i'll go watch Mystic River now.
also, read this article - very interesting.
Thursday, August 11
omg check this out!
super fantastic gym clothes - adidas and stella mccartney, they showed in europe in late april but i'm a little slow and JUST found the press release. anyway it only releases in stores mid-august which is now! the odasha running shoe looks very cute! and the fleece jackets, so gorgeousss maybe i can convince my mom that if i end up in a coldish region for university and i want to go running somewhere other than a gym i'll need fleecey things to run in hmm. they also have very nice jackets and parkas which would work even when you're not actually doing sports. if i were less lazy i would print screen etc, save the pictures and post them here but i'm very lazy and i have a gp essay to finish. i hopehopehope this line's available in singapore, would be fab as i'm on the lookout for a new pair of running shoes and the odasha would be ideal =]
ohh speaking of running, the last time i went to the gym, which was sunday, i manufactured myself a fantastic flu. ok well i was stupid because i already had a little bit of a sniffle and was sneezing off and on but i'm really really weird and i sort of -like- sneezing because it gives me a high (yeah i know i sound like a freak but there you go). so i thought nothing of it and hit the gym and had a really fantastic workout.
only, two hours later my throat's starting to hurt and sneezes actually start to bug me. and the next morning my throat's in full agony. and that's just the beginning of the flu. by about 10 am i fell deeply asleep on the classroom table instead of doing the gp essay that i intended to do before the US universities talk - and that may seem fairly normal but the truth is that i haven't really fallen asleep in school for a while, particularly not as deeply asleep as i was on monday: i could barely keep my eyes open when kelly woke me and tried to tell me something she was reading in Newsweek about... nazis, i think it was. usually she thinks nothing of waking me because my school naps are hardly serious ones, but i think she herself realised that i was really quite dead to the world. and it was quite funny because finally i got woken by a call from mrs perry and i was really groggy but you can't really mumble while on the phone with a teacher so i had to wake myself up. despite that my voice must've sounded pretty bad because it was already on its way to Ultimate Hoarseness.
and then while studying at Toast soph and i were sitting across from each other sniffing away like... really sick people. kel was the healthy one, the odd one out. oh Toast is also a great bag-watching place. a very pretty copper balenciaga motorcycle, a screaming red luella giselle which was cute but a bit on the big side, an ugly tan birkin, a navy blue louis vuitton epi mabillon backpacky thing. and a pair of chanel ballet flats. yeah, my eyes were still wide open while my nose was blocked and killing me. i don't quite enjoy the automatic bag-spotting that my brain does. but that doesn't mean i'll give up reading fashion mags and websites. that part's fun.
my mother's convinced that sitting in Toast for 4 hours was what did me in, because monday night i had a bit of a fever and went to bed with RJ sweatshirt on, plus a fleece blanket plus the duvet. ok well i refused to sleep without aircon and i normally have the fleece and the duvet anyway because my aircon's wonderfully cold, and i like it that way. so the sweatshirt was the only addition. fever was gone by tuesday morning but i could barely talk, extremely phlegmmy throat, cough, headache etc. even the last time i had a fever back in februaryish and that was a much higher fever although it also lasted only one night, i didn't feel so ill! but it was really two days before dramafest which was really annoying, and it resulted in a lost voice for almost a week. but anyway this bout of flu is the most irritating in recent history.
it's still not fully gone away - this morning i was woken by a phone call and it was Ultimate Hoarseness: I croaked. but it's getting better, very slowly. my maid keeps trying to feed me warm water but i really hate the taste of warm water. so i'm just downing a lot of Redoxon.
and i'm skipping school tomorrow, yay! i'm still up now trying to finish that damn gp essay and get it printed by someone who'll hand it in on my behalf tomorrow.
so uh yeah i just came online to post about the exciting adidas+stellamccartney thing. i digressed a lot as usual.
so next time i go running i must make sure i don't have a sniffle or anything.
also, i can't post on my tagboard! or any tagboard for that matter. i don't know why. help! but right now i can't remember what i wanted to post besides that i mostly agreed with daph's reaction to charlie and the chocolate factory, which i wanted to post on -her- tagboard but i hope she reads it here! well actually the tag i wanted to post had a more detailed response to her post, but i can't remember. i think it was stuff like needing to rewatch movie (though i said in my earlier post that i didn't think it was worth watching twice, but it's depp and burton so i might have to give it a second chance when i get a bit of time, plus some stuff i read has led me to believe it might be the second-time-lucky type of movie). and that maybe if they hadn't made it so hallmark-cheesy i might've enjoyed it more because the first half like daph said was really good, and the oompa loompas (well, actually one oompa loompa multiplied a few million times which is scary/cool) were actually quite amazing in a heady, crazy way, and the sets were technicolour fabulous. maybe it was the focus on Family instead of Chocolate, and the writers-on-crack take on the original. but, thinking about it, the melting plastic dolls part was one of the best in the movie. in terms of style and all that. so i think i would've liked the movie a whole lot more if a) the family love-love cheese was sort of not there and b) i'd been less sleepy when i watched it.
OH i just remembered daph said something about suspending her disbelief for johnny depp any day. and i wanted to say ditto. which is why i will rewatch the movie at some point. which won't be in the near future considering i don't have the time now to even watch Bewitched (and movies i haven't seen yet are usually given higher priority than slightly-disappointing movies that i've watched already.)
well ok that's far more than i intended to post on her tagboard.
super fantastic gym clothes - adidas and stella mccartney, they showed in europe in late april but i'm a little slow and JUST found the press release. anyway it only releases in stores mid-august which is now! the odasha running shoe looks very cute! and the fleece jackets, so gorgeousss maybe i can convince my mom that if i end up in a coldish region for university and i want to go running somewhere other than a gym i'll need fleecey things to run in hmm. they also have very nice jackets and parkas which would work even when you're not actually doing sports. if i were less lazy i would print screen etc, save the pictures and post them here but i'm very lazy and i have a gp essay to finish. i hopehopehope this line's available in singapore, would be fab as i'm on the lookout for a new pair of running shoes and the odasha would be ideal =]
ohh speaking of running, the last time i went to the gym, which was sunday, i manufactured myself a fantastic flu. ok well i was stupid because i already had a little bit of a sniffle and was sneezing off and on but i'm really really weird and i sort of -like- sneezing because it gives me a high (yeah i know i sound like a freak but there you go). so i thought nothing of it and hit the gym and had a really fantastic workout.
only, two hours later my throat's starting to hurt and sneezes actually start to bug me. and the next morning my throat's in full agony. and that's just the beginning of the flu. by about 10 am i fell deeply asleep on the classroom table instead of doing the gp essay that i intended to do before the US universities talk - and that may seem fairly normal but the truth is that i haven't really fallen asleep in school for a while, particularly not as deeply asleep as i was on monday: i could barely keep my eyes open when kelly woke me and tried to tell me something she was reading in Newsweek about... nazis, i think it was. usually she thinks nothing of waking me because my school naps are hardly serious ones, but i think she herself realised that i was really quite dead to the world. and it was quite funny because finally i got woken by a call from mrs perry and i was really groggy but you can't really mumble while on the phone with a teacher so i had to wake myself up. despite that my voice must've sounded pretty bad because it was already on its way to Ultimate Hoarseness.
and then while studying at Toast soph and i were sitting across from each other sniffing away like... really sick people. kel was the healthy one, the odd one out. oh Toast is also a great bag-watching place. a very pretty copper balenciaga motorcycle, a screaming red luella giselle which was cute but a bit on the big side, an ugly tan birkin, a navy blue louis vuitton epi mabillon backpacky thing. and a pair of chanel ballet flats. yeah, my eyes were still wide open while my nose was blocked and killing me. i don't quite enjoy the automatic bag-spotting that my brain does. but that doesn't mean i'll give up reading fashion mags and websites. that part's fun.
my mother's convinced that sitting in Toast for 4 hours was what did me in, because monday night i had a bit of a fever and went to bed with RJ sweatshirt on, plus a fleece blanket plus the duvet. ok well i refused to sleep without aircon and i normally have the fleece and the duvet anyway because my aircon's wonderfully cold, and i like it that way. so the sweatshirt was the only addition. fever was gone by tuesday morning but i could barely talk, extremely phlegmmy throat, cough, headache etc. even the last time i had a fever back in februaryish and that was a much higher fever although it also lasted only one night, i didn't feel so ill! but it was really two days before dramafest which was really annoying, and it resulted in a lost voice for almost a week. but anyway this bout of flu is the most irritating in recent history.
it's still not fully gone away - this morning i was woken by a phone call and it was Ultimate Hoarseness: I croaked. but it's getting better, very slowly. my maid keeps trying to feed me warm water but i really hate the taste of warm water. so i'm just downing a lot of Redoxon.
and i'm skipping school tomorrow, yay! i'm still up now trying to finish that damn gp essay and get it printed by someone who'll hand it in on my behalf tomorrow.
so uh yeah i just came online to post about the exciting adidas+stellamccartney thing. i digressed a lot as usual.
so next time i go running i must make sure i don't have a sniffle or anything.
also, i can't post on my tagboard! or any tagboard for that matter. i don't know why. help! but right now i can't remember what i wanted to post besides that i mostly agreed with daph's reaction to charlie and the chocolate factory, which i wanted to post on -her- tagboard but i hope she reads it here! well actually the tag i wanted to post had a more detailed response to her post, but i can't remember. i think it was stuff like needing to rewatch movie (though i said in my earlier post that i didn't think it was worth watching twice, but it's depp and burton so i might have to give it a second chance when i get a bit of time, plus some stuff i read has led me to believe it might be the second-time-lucky type of movie). and that maybe if they hadn't made it so hallmark-cheesy i might've enjoyed it more because the first half like daph said was really good, and the oompa loompas (well, actually one oompa loompa multiplied a few million times which is scary/cool) were actually quite amazing in a heady, crazy way, and the sets were technicolour fabulous. maybe it was the focus on Family instead of Chocolate, and the writers-on-crack take on the original. but, thinking about it, the melting plastic dolls part was one of the best in the movie. in terms of style and all that. so i think i would've liked the movie a whole lot more if a) the family love-love cheese was sort of not there and b) i'd been less sleepy when i watched it.
OH i just remembered daph said something about suspending her disbelief for johnny depp any day. and i wanted to say ditto. which is why i will rewatch the movie at some point. which won't be in the near future considering i don't have the time now to even watch Bewitched (and movies i haven't seen yet are usually given higher priority than slightly-disappointing movies that i've watched already.)
well ok that's far more than i intended to post on her tagboard.
Wednesday, August 3
the marmalade pantry is a really good fashion-spotting place. today i spotted three balenciagas, one luella and a really great pair of jeans. but i'm getting tired of going there, especially since they have only two vegetarian options for a proper main course. two very good ones, but still. i've had the penne twice, and today i tried the risotto -- it was supposed to have eggplant, artichoke, and zucchini. got them to replace eggplant with butternut (pumpkin) because my mom doesn't eat eggplant because she hates it, so my whole life i've never really eaten eggplant so i don't like it much either. anyway the butternut was good, i like butternut although i have to ask why a pumpkin's called a nut. but i decided i only like really like zucchini in soup, and artichoke is really really hard and tastes quite funny. but the rice part of the risotto was very good, and like the penne they put cheese shavings over the top, and the serving's just the right size. kitson's club sandwich, however, was ENORMOUS. like two triple layer sandwiches, plus a big fried egg on top. and lots of chips and things. but of course he managed to finish it. he's been having even huger meals in the US the past two weeks -- apparently there was one meal he actually couldn't finish! amazing, no?
and i'm so jealoussss that he stayed at a suite in the venetian!!! the venetian is one of the prettiest hotels i've ever seen. and the shops inside are amazing. and the gondola ride is much fun! last time we went we stayed in some hotel called the circus circus hotel, because apparently it's the most kid-friendly hotel in vegas. it was quite nice to be honest, but it wasn't the luxor or the excalibur or the bellagio. or the venetian! oh i wouldn't want to stay in the luxor because although it looks really cool, i'd feel nauseous standing in the atrium or the balconies outside the rooms because the inside of the hotel is literally like the inside of a pyramid so if you're on a balcony on the top floor it's like you're kindof suspended in midair. and i have problems with being suspended in midair. and the lift doesn't go straight, it goes along the side of the building meaning diagonally. but otherwise a very cool hotel. the excalibur casino's huge. the bellagio's where ocean's eleven was shot, if i'm not wrong. but the venetian's the prettiest. and all the staff are dressed in nautical outfits. atleast they were when i was there. anyway i was complaining to my mom and she said okok she'll take me to vegas again and we can stay in the hotel of my choice. but i don't know when that'll be, and i'd rather go at a time when i can actually gamble! oh and i'll definitely catch the blue man group if i go, meaning i'll have to book tickets far far in advance. i think.
ugh from planning birthday bags for my mom here i am planning a vegas vacation that isn't likely to happen in the near future! when the fact is i didn't like vegas much last time i went, but then i was 13 or 14. ah well. my mom loves vegas, she loves gambling.
oh the dkny at palais renaissance has reopened! it's really nice now -- a lot more comprehensive than the old layout, and somehow it makes the prices seem less terrible, because they're putting really nice outfits together on the hangers. yeah i'm such perfect prey for the exploitative capitalists. they have some fantastic coats. really really gorgeous. (i'll need coats next year, mummy dearest!) i was terribly attracted to a bright red short corduroy belted concoction. it was really marvellously red.
we caught charlie and the chocolate factory. kitson'd seen it already, i don't quite know why he agreed to see it again. i mean, it was rather entertaining, the oompa loompas were suitably scary, the kids were funny and all. but there were some supremely painfully cheesy bits, it was rather draggy in parts, and it definitely isn't johnny depp's best role. it probably wasn't helped by the fact that late nights and a full lunch made me a very sleepy aparna. kitson predicted that the sight of johnny depp would keep me awake, but johnny didn't look like himself! the teeth were too perfect and the hair too anna wintour. i like jack sparrow a hundred thousand times better. far more endearing.
talking about endearing! i've decided that vince vaughn is really very endearing. the wedding crashers trailer is very very attractive. must catch that soon. i think bradley cooper has a small role in it.
i need to stop going to school. it makes me very unproductive. here it's 1030 and i have done nothing useful all day. and the lack of math lecture attendance has led to me not receiving an entire set of notes. must remember to photocopy tomorrow. oh you know yesterday at the library, i was going to photocopy something, i put the card in then decided to photocopy later. and i left the card in! realised about two hours later and the card was gone of course. during the time in the library i developed a small hunch. i wonder if i might finally be proven perceptive. (oh dear i'm accepting my abyss status. this is very bad. need to climb up.)
ooh when we were coming out of the theatre i saw my aunt and cousins! i think they must've been in the same theatre as us, but i don't think they actually noticed me. anyway i wasn't going to say hi because they're the sort of relatives i rarely have anything to say to. haha i came home and told my mom that i'd seen them at orchard and she was all "omg! did they see you with kitson? what'll they think!" i think she imagines them spreading scandalous rumours about Aparna and the White Boy to the more, ahem, conservative relatives? in which case my mom will be seen as the Too Liberal, when the truth is that my mom herself would be more than a little disturbed if i were dating a white boy. indians are amazingly insular like that.
i think if i were ever to date a white boy -- or for that matter any non-indian boy -- i wouldn't tell my parents unless i eloped in which case i'd make it a nice little fait accompli, maybe even present the prospect of a half-indian grandchild although then they'd assume the boy knocked me up or something, and presumably it'll be a rich non-indian so even if my parents decide to cut off all financial support it'll be ok. but then i'll miss them. but i also believe that they love me enough to get over it and not disown me. HAHA omg i live such soap opera fantasies in my head.
incredibly tangential post. it's past eleven already! i always do this -- write posts in bits and pieces over a period of many hours, all the while accomplishing nothing else. to wrap up, kitson amused me with some fantastically interesting mental images while walking me to the busstop, i got home and decided to go for a run, procrastinated for about an hour, finally hit the gym and had a fairly good workout, got home, had a very nice shower, dinner, and then basically wrote this post while going off at random intervals to talk to my mom about what she should wear for her lunch or coffee morning or something tomorrow, to help my brother with some math problem, try and read a page of history, talk to dad, talk to nasty, talk to sophie etc.
and now i'll probably just go off and sleep. i've been sleeping relatively early of late, don't know why i'm so sleepy today!
PS --- reason number 39097237 that aparna is a really Sad, Crazy Alias Junkie: i finally finished pondering why the guy playing the clone of the President of the USA on "The Island" looked so familiar: he had a small role as a CIA agent in a season 1 episode of Alias called Doppelganger. And, of course, I've repeatedly proven myself a walking talking dictionary of Alias music. Particularly the music used in premieres and finales. I just get a lot of good music off TV shows, what to do.
and i just remembered: the leather texture i was talking about for the ideal chanel bag i covet, is a pebbled texture. it can be seen on the new banana republic line of 'bloomsbury' bags, which are kinda ripoffs of a mixture of marc jacobs and botkier.
and i'm so jealoussss that he stayed at a suite in the venetian!!! the venetian is one of the prettiest hotels i've ever seen. and the shops inside are amazing. and the gondola ride is much fun! last time we went we stayed in some hotel called the circus circus hotel, because apparently it's the most kid-friendly hotel in vegas. it was quite nice to be honest, but it wasn't the luxor or the excalibur or the bellagio. or the venetian! oh i wouldn't want to stay in the luxor because although it looks really cool, i'd feel nauseous standing in the atrium or the balconies outside the rooms because the inside of the hotel is literally like the inside of a pyramid so if you're on a balcony on the top floor it's like you're kindof suspended in midair. and i have problems with being suspended in midair. and the lift doesn't go straight, it goes along the side of the building meaning diagonally. but otherwise a very cool hotel. the excalibur casino's huge. the bellagio's where ocean's eleven was shot, if i'm not wrong. but the venetian's the prettiest. and all the staff are dressed in nautical outfits. atleast they were when i was there. anyway i was complaining to my mom and she said okok she'll take me to vegas again and we can stay in the hotel of my choice. but i don't know when that'll be, and i'd rather go at a time when i can actually gamble! oh and i'll definitely catch the blue man group if i go, meaning i'll have to book tickets far far in advance. i think.
ugh from planning birthday bags for my mom here i am planning a vegas vacation that isn't likely to happen in the near future! when the fact is i didn't like vegas much last time i went, but then i was 13 or 14. ah well. my mom loves vegas, she loves gambling.
oh the dkny at palais renaissance has reopened! it's really nice now -- a lot more comprehensive than the old layout, and somehow it makes the prices seem less terrible, because they're putting really nice outfits together on the hangers. yeah i'm such perfect prey for the exploitative capitalists. they have some fantastic coats. really really gorgeous. (i'll need coats next year, mummy dearest!) i was terribly attracted to a bright red short corduroy belted concoction. it was really marvellously red.
we caught charlie and the chocolate factory. kitson'd seen it already, i don't quite know why he agreed to see it again. i mean, it was rather entertaining, the oompa loompas were suitably scary, the kids were funny and all. but there were some supremely painfully cheesy bits, it was rather draggy in parts, and it definitely isn't johnny depp's best role. it probably wasn't helped by the fact that late nights and a full lunch made me a very sleepy aparna. kitson predicted that the sight of johnny depp would keep me awake, but johnny didn't look like himself! the teeth were too perfect and the hair too anna wintour. i like jack sparrow a hundred thousand times better. far more endearing.
talking about endearing! i've decided that vince vaughn is really very endearing. the wedding crashers trailer is very very attractive. must catch that soon. i think bradley cooper has a small role in it.
i need to stop going to school. it makes me very unproductive. here it's 1030 and i have done nothing useful all day. and the lack of math lecture attendance has led to me not receiving an entire set of notes. must remember to photocopy tomorrow. oh you know yesterday at the library, i was going to photocopy something, i put the card in then decided to photocopy later. and i left the card in! realised about two hours later and the card was gone of course. during the time in the library i developed a small hunch. i wonder if i might finally be proven perceptive. (oh dear i'm accepting my abyss status. this is very bad. need to climb up.)
ooh when we were coming out of the theatre i saw my aunt and cousins! i think they must've been in the same theatre as us, but i don't think they actually noticed me. anyway i wasn't going to say hi because they're the sort of relatives i rarely have anything to say to. haha i came home and told my mom that i'd seen them at orchard and she was all "omg! did they see you with kitson? what'll they think!" i think she imagines them spreading scandalous rumours about Aparna and the White Boy to the more, ahem, conservative relatives? in which case my mom will be seen as the Too Liberal, when the truth is that my mom herself would be more than a little disturbed if i were dating a white boy. indians are amazingly insular like that.
i think if i were ever to date a white boy -- or for that matter any non-indian boy -- i wouldn't tell my parents unless i eloped in which case i'd make it a nice little fait accompli, maybe even present the prospect of a half-indian grandchild although then they'd assume the boy knocked me up or something, and presumably it'll be a rich non-indian so even if my parents decide to cut off all financial support it'll be ok. but then i'll miss them. but i also believe that they love me enough to get over it and not disown me. HAHA omg i live such soap opera fantasies in my head.
incredibly tangential post. it's past eleven already! i always do this -- write posts in bits and pieces over a period of many hours, all the while accomplishing nothing else. to wrap up, kitson amused me with some fantastically interesting mental images while walking me to the busstop, i got home and decided to go for a run, procrastinated for about an hour, finally hit the gym and had a fairly good workout, got home, had a very nice shower, dinner, and then basically wrote this post while going off at random intervals to talk to my mom about what she should wear for her lunch or coffee morning or something tomorrow, to help my brother with some math problem, try and read a page of history, talk to dad, talk to nasty, talk to sophie etc.
and now i'll probably just go off and sleep. i've been sleeping relatively early of late, don't know why i'm so sleepy today!
PS --- reason number 39097237 that aparna is a really Sad, Crazy Alias Junkie: i finally finished pondering why the guy playing the clone of the President of the USA on "The Island" looked so familiar: he had a small role as a CIA agent in a season 1 episode of Alias called Doppelganger. And, of course, I've repeatedly proven myself a walking talking dictionary of Alias music. Particularly the music used in premieres and finales. I just get a lot of good music off TV shows, what to do.
and i just remembered: the leather texture i was talking about for the ideal chanel bag i covet, is a pebbled texture. it can be seen on the new banana republic line of 'bloomsbury' bags, which are kinda ripoffs of a mixture of marc jacobs and botkier.
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