hi, the 2009 school year is officially over and so now I have all the time in the world to read good books, watch lovely films, hang with friends, eat, sleep, repeat. welcome home, lazy days. _____________________________________________________________________________________________ The reason why I'm listing (although I suspect it will turn into full-fledged this-is-what-i-did-that-day-blogging in about a minute) what happened this week is because I cannot, for the love of god, even remember what happened last monday. Even though it was just a week ago! I have to pull information off twitter to fill in the gaps. But it was a wicked week though. I am a very very happy girl.. ALSO PROJECT WORK SIAN The 9th - 15th November week Monday, my group had OP in the morning which went Okay and well. I am just glad that I never, ever, have to speak to him again. after taking a few breathers, Marc and I went crazy happy in the bleachers, and then the class headed to town! but because Jgoh insisted that Yao Arun and Emma were pissy because they waited for me and I wasn't going to turn up for the movie I didn't have lunch with the class and rushed down to citylink only to find out he was kidding. Meh. Anyway the five of us watched "This Is It" at Suntec. And it was boring; I never grew up a Michael Jackson fan anyway. Then we went back to Citylink and sat around till the cows came home. Tuesday, met Xingting at the bus stop near Watten Estate, and we went to the playground and sat on the slides and talked :) The last time I met up with her was at Rail Mall's Subway which was in August, or September. It was really nice just sitting around and catching up about life/friends/school/love. Athena's dad swung by with my camera and then Xingting and I went to Citylink and just hung till she went to Ben's place. Oh and at night on our way to dinner at Marina, Jgoh pretended to be a gay superstar. Pictures l8r Wednesday was the day I woke up really early in order to get Yeah Yeah Yeah tickets for Shu and I, and then I met Cassi at Cluny' Simply Bread to catch up and practise SATs math. Mmmmm we had three sticky buns. sticky buns remind me of the early days of studying with Ging and Timo, of Liz gan and nights at Guthrie. oh and you know when I said my math is pretty terrible? I really wasn't kidding. The state of my math skills (UTTERLY DEVOID OF THEM) astounds me... ah its seriously horrible even after Athena and Eka tried explaining the remainder question to me I couldn't get it. The other day Ging, Timo, Yao, Athena were talking (bitching) about M, and Ging said, "but.... she's really.. I mean she asks really stupid econs questions." and someone said, "there are no stupid questions, only stupid people." (which is something Eve said on Saturday about me too) and so I was thinking: 1) what if people judge my intellect based on my math skills. by that criteria I will be the little critter in the ground all ye math giants tred upon!!!! 2) I can never work in Google Kirkland and the amazing Lego ranch also that day I bought a Marc Jacobs coat. Thursday I met up with Davelle!!!! Who I hadn't really talked to since like, May, or April, or something. But it was very comfortable. We sat at Lido till the rain stopped, then did a lot of walking, and talking till my mouth was dry. Actually that happened with Xingting too haha a sure sign that we're having a good conversation :) and we traipsed around Marks and Spencers because all the Christmas kitschy stuff are out!!! After that I took a train down to our class party at Julius' place where the girls and Julius/Shaun Elijah/Jarrod were crouched on the floor playing The Game of Life. and so I retreated into the wonderful corner that is Julius' bookshelves!!! The treasure trove of most amazing graphic novels and books.. he was the one who introduced me to Fables which till now, I cannot stop waxing lyrical about. Oh and after Jon, Sean and Marc came, I finally figured out how to play a good game of poker. 1) you have to have the 'seat of good luck' 2) you have to be willing to buy in again and again and again and again after you lose 3) you have to have a girl by your side 4) and finally. you have to adopt Shaun's style of playing ie. don't play till you have good cards then sweep the table of all its chips (or in this case, "Who Wants To Be A Millionaire?" question cards) also, Marc and Jon are my aggressive-poker-heroes. (I didn't go down to Citylink that day) Friday, friday I woke up really late and met Jiap to pass her my camera case and her d70s stuff before she left for the school trip to Japan, and then I went down to Citylink. Okay, I remember this really clearly: past the mrt station, past Bread talk and Watson's, to the double escalator down and up, past HMV and the book store and then up the escalator to the restaurant that serves asian food, thai express, newurbanmale, prints, past the side exit to Marina square, past the sushi restaurant and the accessories shop, and walk towards the green-lit sign at the end of the corridor. push open the double doors to the open area. the sky is a heather grey. rain is drizzling down, but quietly. in a way that doesn't ruin your hair. close your eyes. someone somewhere is strumming a guitar. two guitars. a song you're intimately acquainted with... death cab. then yeah yeah yeahs. others, unknown. but still beautiful. i probably use this phrase too often in such beautifully simple moments but: if i died right now i would be happy. i want to take this moment and say, hello, you are mine, and gently wrap a warm blanket around it quickly and keep it intact forever. or grasp at it with my two hands before it slips away into the night. Saturday morning I met Yishu and Eve at Newton, before we went for the biannual Barker carnival. two years ago I went for it with Eve too. I think it was better than, being part of the tween crowd. Now we just feel old and irrelevant hahaha Shu says that we are interrupting the flow of boys and girls searching for their life-partner in the sea of (they cross their fingers) rich little kids. But whatever. There weren't any cute guys; the last carnival was so much more interesting.... HAHAHA *winks* so we spent thirty bucks on food like Jedi balls (twss), brownies, longtong i don't know how to spell it, chicken wings, hot dogs. Anyway we had the brilliant idea of converting the rest of Eve's coupons (thank you Mr. Hoon) into real money. And so with seventy dollars in hand, we cabbed down to Chinatown for a wonderful mid-morning adventure involving old world necklaces, gold and silver rings, and a vintage collection of absolutely gorgeous animal-shaped charms, circa the 1950s. It was reallly fun. I love hanging with Eve and Shu :) have plans to meet them on Tuesday. In the afternoon I came home and slept. At night I went for church. anyway. the thing I love about citylink, is its location, a little cafe at the end of the world, just a little out of your reach. but if you want it bad enough, you get to hang with an amazing bunch of people. amidst the frenzied (NOT) studying, you get free drinks, free sushi, and a whole lot of jews. i'm kidding. i'm not going to use the word 'real' anymore because its frankly overused, and how real can anyone be all the time anyway? how here at least, the friends aren't just for kicks. the constants: yao, ging, jgoh, chris. the variables: timo, alex, arun, ronald, doug, jas. the girls: emma, hannah, athena and i... so sweet. sitting around singing happily to songs, watching youtube videos/glee/bones, watching smoke curl into the air, watching the night drift down. drinking coke. reading my books, eating granola, exchanging ipods. doing nothing. laughing. chilling. no mood swings, no fucking political schemes... happiness radiating from the walls. i love that place. the comfort in the familiarity of the surrounding. the tiles on the ground, the pile of newspapers perched on top of the counter, the faces of the starbucks staff. the sofa seats. our favourite tables. we know where all the electric sockets are. where to go in search for food. the quickest way back home. I get my citylink fix everyday. oh but GUYS lazer shields up!!!! when certain people interrupt our zen . . THRILLER: Xingting, Denise, Marc and friends, Alex and Jas Last night we took a seaplane to Neverland, and never came back. and, the blue strobe lights are really just miniature fairies that have creeped out of our heads. Our minds are a living, breathing mash-up of an all-night party. _____________________________________________________________________________________________ i'm a satellite heart you stop i start and i'll be true to you no matter what you do _____________________________________________________________________________________________ And if you're asking for a miracle I'll give you one.     you want to know what it's like? with twisted rotting spines and skeletal hands of death thin lips ripped apart by centuries of shrieking pulsating throbbing bloodstreams of evil screaming laughter that first pierces your skin, then reaches deep into your veins and curls up against your mind before shattering it into a million glassy shards the night daemons they move swiftly - they are regulars in this town, you know- past my open window and slip into my bedsheets crushing those dark thick wings against my throat, press my eyelids tighter, saying, whispering (their breath hot on my sleeping ears) abyssus abyssum invocat abyssus abyssum invocat abyssus abyssum invocat hell comes, calling hell _____________________________________________________________________________________________            _____________________________________________________________________________________________ YEAH YEAH YEAHS 12 JANUARY 2010 woke up early today and sat at the computer eating cubes of fridge-cold watermelon and watched the minutes clock down to 9am, then furiously clicked the refresh button till SISTIC coughed out good seats for me. and so yishu and i have fourth row tickets for $121! happy happy happy. couldn't ask for anyone better to go with :) unknown, talk to unknown ever, lasts forever well, it's a sharp shock to your soft side summer moon, catch your shuteye in your room, in my room My ideal set list Shake It Heads Will Roll Black Tongue Runaway Gold Lion Machine Skeletons Soft Shock Honeybear Zero Cheated Hearts Date With the Night Down Boy Art Star Y Control Tick and ending it with Hysteric then, Maps pack up I've strayed enough oh, say, say, say oh, say, say, say wait, they don't love you like I love you wait, they don't love you like I love you wait, they don't love you like I love you maps wait, they don't love you like I love you made off don't stray my kind's your kind I'll stay the same wait, they don't love you like I love you wait, they don't love you like I love you <3<3 This night is going to be the Stars convert of 2010 :) _____________________________________________________________________________________________ A "WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE" OBSESSION   my grandma read this to me when i was a kid and i loved the illustrations :) except i lost my first copy when i was 6, korea. IT LOOKS SO EPIC!!!! i'm really really stoked for this movie :) "The adventures of a young boy named Max who, after being sent to bed for misbehaving, imagines that he sails away to where the wild things are. Max is loved by the wild creatures who make him their King, though he soon longs to be back home with his family." THIS DESCRIPTION IS INSUFFICIENT. read the NY times review instead  Max found a pen and began: I WANT Gary to fall into some kind of bottomless hole. I WANT Claire to get her foot caught in a bear trap. I WANT Claire’s friends to die by flesh-eating tapeworms. Then he stopped. His father had explained that the journal was for positive wants, not negative wants. When you wanted something negative, it didn’t count, he said. A want should improve your life while improving the world, even if just a little bit. So Max began again: I WANT to get out of here. I WANT to go to the moon or some other planet. I WANT to find some unicorn DNA and then grow a bunch of them and teach them to impale Claire’s friends with their horns. Oh, well. He could erase it later. Just writing it felt good. But now he was sick of writing. He wanted to do something. But what did he want to do? This was the central question of this day and most days. (via shu)   the Opening Ceremony x Where The Wild Things Are collection, featuring faux fur pieces reminiscent of the cuddly wild things in Spike Jonze's upcoming movie! so beautiful, everything is. i want to get Max's jumpsuit. utter cuteness.  you make my heart sing.      AUST Harper's Bazaar December 2009 Photographer : Chris Searl Styled : Mark Vassallo Model : Alexandra Agoston @ Chic  Barack Obama: We are going to read Where the Wild Things Are. How many people have read this book? This is one of my favorite books. This is one of my favorite books. Alright is everybody ready? Okay. Michelle Obama: Wait, wait is everybody ready? Barack Obama: Is everybody ready? That’s what I’m talking about. We got a fan right here. He knows about the Wild Rumpus. Where the Wild Things Are. The night Max wore his wolf suit and made mischief of one kind and another. He’s got a fork in his hand like he’s going to eat the dog. His mother called him “Wild Thing!” And Max said “I’ll eat you up!” So he was sent to bed without eating anything. That very night in Max’s room a forest grew and grew and grew until his ceiling hung with vines and the walls became the world all around. And an ocean tumbled by with a private boat for Max and he sailed off through night and day. And in and out of weeks and almost over a year to where the wild things are. And when he came to the place where the wild things are they roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth And rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws Till Max said “be still!” and tamed them with the magic trick of staring into all their yellow eyes without blinking once And they were frightened and called him the most wild thing of all And made him king of all wild things. “And now,” cried Max, “let the wild rumpus start!” So this was them in the wild rumpus. Howl! Howl! They were howling and they were dancing in the wild rumpus. Have you guys ever been in a wild rumpus? I bet you guys…you guys look like you have a wild rumpus all the time. Look at them they’re swinging off trees. They’re howling at the moon. They’re dancing. “Now stop!” Max said and sent the wild things off to bed without their supper. And Max the king of all wild things was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all. Then all around from far away across the world he smelled good things to eat so he gave up being king of where the wild things are. But the wild things cried, “Oh please don’t go- We’ll eat you up-we love you so!” And Max said, “No!” The wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws but Max stepped into his private boat and waved good-bye. And sailed back over a year and in and out of weeks and through a day And into the night of his very own room where he found his supper waiting for him And it was still hot. The End. LET THE WILD RUMPUS START -Natalie say hi http://catastrophe23.tumblr.com http://twitter.com/herbonestrcture
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