Thursday, September 28, 2006

good times need to be blogged.



I should be more stressed out than I am right now. But in this moment, academics aside, I am happy and I am content with the people in my life. I think it's very heartwarming to know that no matter what happens in your life, there will always be people who care about you and love you despite yourself. heh. <3 And for some reason, I was happy last night too.

That picture above... it was taken when we were in sec 4. The year 2000. I was happy. This is such an inarticulate post, but whatever. haha. I need to go do research on the social welfare state. *blows kisses*

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

rock the boat, don't tip the boat over...



I swiped the picture off Kim's facebook profile... heehee. It's the first picture that's got all of us in it. Gosh, I remember that boat was ROCKY. haha... It was on our way back from Sibu. :o) Happy days those were...

story of my life lah.

"I know I love in vain, strive against hope.
Yet in this captious and intenable sieve
I still pour in the waters of my love,
And lack not to lose still"


- Shakespeare

Friday, September 15, 2006

a spirit hampered

Veronika said you should never get used to anything; and she's right.

Here's one reason why you shouldn't procrastinate: it usually happens that when you're halfway through a project or preparing for a presentation for tomorrow (or later today) you realise that the past 14 slides you've been working on are irrelevant and that the main bulk of important ideas are in the 20 pages you didn't finish reading.

I haven't been procrastinating, I've been spending the past couple of days pulling my hair out over too many things. Watch out for those bald patches.

Yesterday I described my relationship with Sociology as to this History major as "I ran off with my adulterous lover", referring to Lit as my true love. Sometimes I wonder if it's analogous to my life. See, the first 3 years of Soci were honestly awesome. No regrets about my decision. Here in my final and fourth year, the going is tough and my support network is weak and dispersed within the academic realm. (I feel like I need to quantify that lest I come across as being an ingrate) ARGH.

No, I'm not having the most fantastic time. Social welfare policies don't fascinate me the least bit and I crave some Blake or Romantic prose.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

good meat and belly dancers



Sometimes, someone says the right things or you take a step in the right direction and life doesn't seem as dismal as it did mere moments ago.

As refreshing as a breath of crisp, brisk air, the past few days have been cheerful or upbeat, at least. This is not to say that they were without their stresses or disappointments, but they were not altogether depressing so I say it's a cause for celebration.

Last night was the Appreciation Dinner for IED. Honestly, the office keeps feeding the students. haha, first it was the $5 lunch allowance at IED itself (which I didn't get cos I was getting paid), then it's this dinner... Not to mention the Americas tea session next week. haha. Of course, there were the FOUR receptions I had to plan for the Aggies when they were here.

ANYWAY, we went to Ambrosia on either Arab Street or Baghdad Street and to be honest, I was really tired by the time I actually got on the bus but my spirits were lifted once I got some food in me. It's a nice cosy place. An intimate setting which would have been perfect for a group of 6 or 10 at most but for 80 pax let's just say some reshuffling was needed.

The FOOD was an interesting gastronomical experience. For one, it was a buffet in the dark so I was literally not knowing what I was eating and depending entirely on my sense of taste. Most of it was delish, good creamy and rich Middle Eastern cuisine and here is where I wish I were well versed in the art of talking about food so I could say more than the meat sent me through the roof. What I thought was hummus, however, was something much smoother in consistency and sweeter in taste. So it didn't exactly appeal to me. lol. So last night was an experience of how something familiar (pita & hummus looking things and meat) manifested into a different kind of eating experience.

It didn't appeal to Lakon at all, though. lol. What was interesting for me, sociologically, was the fact that it was a First for that whole room of people. And it's interesting to think about why Yuni picked a Middle Eastern place to host dinner for over 60 exchange kids instead of something more obviously Singaporean. :) And the social interactions that emerged from that setting - the distribution of people according to their nationalities/sections/roles of office... How they interacted over the food... The gender roles were interesting though, because it was one of the dudes from the office who was helping to dispense the drinks... haha. "I'm waiting to see how you respond to the food before I try it."

I'm not saying I was exactly sitting there doing non-participant observation as rationalization for sitting there in anti-social silence. Well, although I was (relatively) quiet while eating my yummy food... haha. Truth be told there really is no such thing as a quiet moment around Christine, Limin and Lakon. haha. And Christine's stuffed PIG! hahahaaa

There was a belly dancer and my overzealous booty shaking at IED almost got me implicated but... hehe... lucky I remained safe as a spectator. heheee.

I was reminising about Queens' (again!) with Jun - here's an observation about what happens when NUS returnees meet exchange students from their host uni - they reminisce! haha. :) Anyway, we went for sheeshah, where Jeremy reminded me of the caterpillar from Alice in Wonderland (the Disney version).

Still, my frame of mine yesterday has to be credited to someone or something else - an unlikely source. You know, sometimes you forget things you set out to do, things you say, things you intend to do... You get swept off your path. All you need is someone to remind you of what's important in life, and what makes you happy. It's strange but the load on my back got considerably lighter after that. I think life is more pleasant when you know there are people out there who care about you - without obligations. So thanks. :)

Sunday, September 10, 2006

i'll swear it all over again.

lyk, OmYgAwDnEsS we went to see Westlife yesterday. They were sOoOoO sooperduper lyk, cute!!! *squeeeee*

HAHAHAHAHAA.
Yes, a trip through my past through the journey of Westlife last night. I got a message offering me tickets to Westlife so after the initial decline, I thought about the lousy week I've been having and how it might be nice to just surround myself in collective effervescence and scream my head off like an insipid hormonal teenage fangirl.

I got zai, nadz and nad's sis to go with me and I do believe the only true fan amongst us was Nad's sister. Still, I had fun and it was lovely to hang out with the Merepek meropoks. :) Great stress relief. Plus, they never fail to make me smile. :) *hugz, dudes*

Today was great too. I'm glad I decided to go to Nisa's graduation get together after all - got to see all my friends again - i really really miss all these people. Got to hang out with my sexmates again and somehow or rather also saw a couple of ex-PRSS people I never really knew... haha.

sweetness!

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

rescue me, somebody.

"There's an empty place inside of me that only he can fill."
metaphorically speaking, of course. :P

*sigh* The song makes me sad. My unresolved issues make me sad. Over dinner with mash and shang I realised (or rather, they pointed out) that I still haven't accomplished the things I wanted to do 6 years ago. Or should I say, since six years ago. As I unveiled my new plan, they pointed out that it was the plan of 6 years ago, repackaged. The plan was to clean my room, declutter my life of undesirable elements. lol. Detox my life. I resolve to do it by the end of this month so I can have the next 6 years to obsess over something other than the clutter in my life. Clutter - useless things you accumulate that take up the space of things that could be meaningful. I think it's sad that I see so little of the people who make me happy, the little beacons who light up my life. It's just disappointing, some of the choices I've made these past years. I've had some regrets and maybe things would have turned out better had I done something differently but I have no power over that now so better I concentrate on things I do eh?

Right now I'm very overwhelmed. I didn't do my homework. I haven't not done homework since primary school, when, as the annals of history would show, I was a monster child - every teacher's nightmare. But I'm in freaking university now! I'm struggling with a one page memo due three days ago. What the hell is wrong with me.

IED has completely thrown me off and I'm gonna need to work triply hard to catch up now. My Justice presentation is NEXT freaking week and I've got no freaking idea what the freaking hell is going on... My Qualitative memo lies in shards and fragments of ideas before me... I have to skip my Computing lecture yet again to deal with it (although I have been going for the tutorials)... I am a little bit lost in Social Policy. ARGH. I need to get my life in order.

I'm sad that the people who were there for me last semester/last year have walked out of my life, even if they're still around. It just... it just saddens me is all. I guess Honours year really is an individual endeavour.

IED was good, by the way. And it was partly schoolwork - networking for contacts for my thesis interviews. :) Plus, I'm getting paid for it so w00t!

Speaking of w00ts, *KICKS*.

Sunday, September 03, 2006

Angsty Angst

In The Little Prince, the fox tells the prince that "words are a source of misunderstanding." I never thought I would admit this out loud, but I wholeheartedly agree. There's too much incriminating evidence to its testament. *lol* Letters and me inevitably lead to some kind of disaster, albeit of varying degrees. So, yes. Words are indeed a source of misunderstanding if only because of all the things that remain unsaid. And in the silence, in the absence, in the void of these unspoken words that should seek to explain, the process of interpretation takes place. Even in the presence of words, interpretation takes place. And this only beging to explain the chaos of my life.

Then again, take away the words and even more confusing it becomes! You start interpreting actions instead and you believe things you want to believe that just... sustains you for a year or two until reality crashes that illusion.

There are things that need to be said. Things that need explaining. Yet I know I'll never say them and I know there are some things I'll never know, I'll never understand. There was a time I thought expression was the epitome of a healthy mind. That was little miss idealist, drunk on Blake ideology. She got slapped in the face by Old Man Experience. and people who don't believe in Blake ideology.

As much as it was a torment to my soul and a series of implosions of angst and anguish, I miss it. I miss the familiarity, the implied trust, the glimmer of hope which always seemed to hover around us, darting in the shadows... I miss the comfort, the excitement, the little silly thrills. I miss the poetry. The eyes.

The special feeling.

I wish I could banish the doubts and erase the empty bitter years. I want to throw caution to the wind and fuck propriety and just... release the truth into the wind. But I can't and I won't because I've been socialised too well. And you demonstrated before that you didn't want to know. My silence is appreciated, it allows your soul a peaceful conscience. I missed the boat. The Train Don't Stop Here Anymore.

So the next time I see you I'll just pray to God my eyes don't betray my silence.
 


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