Monday, January 10, 2011
2011; Part 1 (Second Chance)
1. Hello 2011. I would like to start off by saying you've been nothing but illnesses and bad news so far. But having said that, I am also willing to give you a second chance, by believing that you will pick up as the months go by. I just wish you'd hasten things a little.
2. Speaking of second chance, I've played a game with most people in 2010 asking them, if they were to describe "Second Chance" in a picture, what picture would it be. This was the best answer I received (points above). It was sent to me by a friend - nothing fancy, no filters used to enhance it. It was taken on the ECP, she told me her friend got into a car accident here. She said when she got the phone call, she prayed that he would be given his second chance, because he deserved a second chance but he didn't, because he passed away subsequently.
3. I would like to rid my body of all illnesses right now. It had seemed fun for the first 2 days, but now it's just plain frustrating.
4. This might not be relevant, but I have also realised that I have grown accustomed to your absence. It was extremely comforting to find out for myself that there is Life Out There, after you.
5. As I've told several friends when the clock struck 12, May 2011 bring you new directions.
6. You will never read this.
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Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Funny
"I think what it is is, if you're at school and you're not that bright or good-looking or popular or whatever and one day you say something and someone laughs, well, you sort of grab on to it don't you? You think, well I run funny and I've got this stupid big face and big thighs and no-one fancies me, but at least I can make people laugh. And it's such a nice feeling, making someone laugh, that maybe you get a bit reliant on it. Like, if you're not funny then you're not... anything."
- Ian Whitehead, One Day, David Nicholls
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Monday, July 19, 2010
Do me this solid
I had wanted to write about this a few weeks back, but procrastination and a couple of new DVDs got the best of me.
Anyway. I had the privilege of attending a short play rehearsal session with a (new) friend about three weeks back. The play is part of a festival that will be coming up in August, but regrettably I didn't manage to find out the name of this festival (mental note to self that I will).
The rehearsal, the first of many, was held at The Arts House. It was a short play, comprising of only 2 cast member, a scriptwriter (whom none of us have met), a director and a director's assistant (said friend). Save for me and friend, everyone else had just met for the first time. We pulled out chairs, sat around in a circle and did 2 initial rounds of reading.
I'd like to point out that at this juncture, it had suddenly felt like I was back in Acting & Directing class in third year poly and I haven't been in a "school environment" for a good 3 years so that had felt pretty invigorating. We spent the rest of the time tearing the script apart (it was only a 10 minute script, mind you) and putting it back again, analysing and re-analysing the words, criticising movements, playing and re-playing the actions in our heads etc.
Anyway, my point is that I had really enjoyed myself there because I was reminded of School; and I don't mean specifically in Crescent or NP or Murdoch, but School as in education and learning and inspiration and being inspired and encouraged creativity as a whole. I think sometimes, being in the right environment, and surrounding yourself with the right people is the most important thing you can do for yourself. Okay, that was a redundant point, but you get what I'm trying to say.
On a separate note, Miserable May zipped by without us (or me) noticing. Which is a good thing, as I could not make up my mind in May (how many 'Ms' could you count in that). Then, I spent a large part of June realising how little I know. Which was, you know, shit.
It is halfway into July now (we are 161 days away from Christmas, FYI), and it feels like I have come to a standstill. Okay, not standstill. Stalemate, maybe. There is no nemesis I am fighting against, but there has been no progress, no deterioration, no continuation, no momentum to do anything. It is almost like walking into the middle of a dual carriageway and then snapping a photo, such that the vehicles run past you in opposite directions. You would like to zero in on one vehicle to shoot, but you can't as it is either too fast, or one that you don't like.
But whatever. Here is my May and June in pictures. May the force be with you, July.
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Sunday, May 16, 2010
Quote
"At some point during almost every romantic comedy, the female lead suddenly trips and falls, stumbling helplessly over something ridiculous like a leaf, and then some Matthew McConaughey-type either whips around the corner just in the nick of time to save her or is clumsily pulled down along with her. That event predictably leads to the magical moment of their first kiss. Please. I fall ALL the time. You know who comes and gets me? The BOUNCER."
- Chelsea Handler
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Wednesday, April 14, 2010
The Last Grand Fallible Plan
You know how people tell you there are certain experiences in life that will change you as a being, alter your perspective, make you a better person?
Well, work (and the whole idea of a career) is not one of them.
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Saturday, March 27, 2010
Wall
They amuse me, they do. And I like them.
Maybe people under 21 years of age tend to be less self-righteously pious.
On a separate note, I would like to go for Peaches and sing until my lungs burst.
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Friday, March 26, 2010
Your kind is gonna fall
Before I forget the feeling.
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Monday, March 08, 2010
Church
"The problem was, Church, even the Catholic Church, didn't take up the whole of your life. No matter how much you knelt and prayed, you still had to eat three meals a day and have a job and live in the world."
- The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath
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Tuesday, March 02, 2010
Open letters
Dear Boo, you are everything I am not. And more.
Dear Louis, you are my prolific writer.
Dear Michelle, trust me when I say you do not want your kid to grow up and be like me.
Dear Adlina, you are such hot property. I owe you a drink and an apology.
Dear Trina, 開心就好!
Dear Darryl, you're still my ideal effortless.
Dear Farocks, WHAT'S UP BUTTERCUP!
Dear Shermeen, ostrich.
Dear Vicky, sometimes I think about rewinding the clock, just so I'd know what could've happened ;)
Dear Grace, not funny!
Dear Joanne, Cheryl is asking for dinner + drinks this week!
Dear Cheryl, I've asked Joanne already!
Dear Mavis, T IN THE PARK NO FUCKING WAY.
Dear Wallfleur, 總有一天, 要聽你講華語!
Dear Cherie, I take back everything I said. You're still curt and shit, but I'd like us to be friends again.
Dear Skye, trust no one but yourself. And maybe me.
Dear Jack, your life is too well-thought out. And I mean that in a good way.
Dear Summer, slutbag.
Dear Tom, you never had a say in it.
Dear Ada,
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Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Tiger
CNY this year seemed a lot more purpose-driven to me. I suspect it might have something to do with it being the year of my zodiac (this should give you a hint or two about my age). The last time it was the year of the tiger, I was 12. I suppose life is always purpose-driven when all you're preoccupied with is the PSLE.
So here we are one (vicious, vicious) cycle later - A little bit taller, with straighter teeth and rid of all nail-biting habits, but still pretty much the same undecisive kid I was 12 years back. Some things change, some things don't.
On a related note, here is a wonderful quote I found somewhere that I would like to share with you. Fingers crossed that your new year celebrations have been nothing short of spectacular so far, gong xi gong xi!
“The whole purpose of places like Starbucks is for people with no decision-making ability whatsoever to make six decisions just to buy one cup of coffee. Short, tall, light, dark, caf, decaf, low-fat, non-fat, etc. So people who don’t know what the hell they’re doing or who on earth they are can, for only $2.95, get not just a cup of coffee but an absolutely defining sense of self: Tall. Decaf. Cappuccino.”
- You've Got Mail
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