It is with much heartache that I announce to all and sundry that my christmas gift of royce chocolates is Finished.
It was a good box of chocolates, never failing to give me great joy and anticipation. Opening it was a source of ceremony each time, from the careful untying of the pink ribbon to the flourish of my yellow plastic pick. It deserved a full post of its own.
I'll miss my royce.
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
Okay! Did it! 'Forbidden love' is officially a success!
It was staged today.. Got to get it all off me before I can sit down and do work.
The audience loved it. From Rohit's first word to Vall's last, they were laughing, cheering and "awww-ing" all the way. Everyone was on a roll. Even me. Lydia, co-star of 'Forbidden love'. I mean, have you ever met an audience that's so enthusiastic they refuse to leave the theatre during the interval? Yeah. We skipped the interval because they were just stuck on their seats. haha.
And well.now I'm off it. The roll I mean.
You know how during happening parties we all let ourselves loose and "liberate" ourselves? And how, the next day, we look back and we're like, "ugh! I can't believe I was so bimbotic!"
I kind of feel like that.
For the opening act, Lydia wore a short little flimsy pink skirt that covered all but revealed everything. During the 'sari scene', she was so loud she was larger than life. In the final change, she sauntered down the entire theatre in a skimpy brown chaos top and a tiny leather skirt.
[a] girly
[b] bimbotic
[c] sexy
I'm not lydia!
I don't know why I'm reacting so strongly to this show. As nat said, "it's professionalism!" After all, it's not like I'm like that in real life. For some reason, that is the whole point.
Sigmund Freud would say that this is because I'm too inhibited and that lydia is my repressed self. Then he would say that lydia is my repressed self because I feel that [a] [b] and [c] are for some reason that could be unknown even to me, wrong. Therefore when I unleash my repressed self, I get disgusted. What do you think? [posties: this is a rethorical question]
I don't know. I mean, I don't like it when I see people acting cute [acting cute is not equal to sweet] and I'm uncomfortable with blatent in-your-face attitudes that flaunt the body. I think I'm just this girl who makes stupid jokes and fuax pas , like burping right out and playing with my food. I'm fine with my ultra tanned limbs and yeah, so what if my face turns red whenever I get excited? That's my theory anyway. That I'm feeling this way because I was being someone who I'm not and all this acting got to me. That's how it is in real life anyway, isn't it? That when we try to be who we aren't, it's tiring and a waste of time.
Yay, got it off me. (: It's now time to do work.
It was staged today.. Got to get it all off me before I can sit down and do work.
The audience loved it. From Rohit's first word to Vall's last, they were laughing, cheering and "awww-ing" all the way. Everyone was on a roll. Even me. Lydia, co-star of 'Forbidden love'. I mean, have you ever met an audience that's so enthusiastic they refuse to leave the theatre during the interval? Yeah. We skipped the interval because they were just stuck on their seats. haha.
And well.now I'm off it. The roll I mean.
You know how during happening parties we all let ourselves loose and "liberate" ourselves? And how, the next day, we look back and we're like, "ugh! I can't believe I was so bimbotic!"
I kind of feel like that.
For the opening act, Lydia wore a short little flimsy pink skirt that covered all but revealed everything. During the 'sari scene', she was so loud she was larger than life. In the final change, she sauntered down the entire theatre in a skimpy brown chaos top and a tiny leather skirt.
[a] girly
[b] bimbotic
[c] sexy
I'm not lydia!
I don't know why I'm reacting so strongly to this show. As nat said, "it's professionalism!" After all, it's not like I'm like that in real life. For some reason, that is the whole point.
Sigmund Freud would say that this is because I'm too inhibited and that lydia is my repressed self. Then he would say that lydia is my repressed self because I feel that [a] [b] and [c] are for some reason that could be unknown even to me, wrong. Therefore when I unleash my repressed self, I get disgusted. What do you think? [posties: this is a rethorical question]
I don't know. I mean, I don't like it when I see people acting cute [acting cute is not equal to sweet] and I'm uncomfortable with blatent in-your-face attitudes that flaunt the body. I think I'm just this girl who makes stupid jokes and fuax pas , like burping right out and playing with my food. I'm fine with my ultra tanned limbs and yeah, so what if my face turns red whenever I get excited? That's my theory anyway. That I'm feeling this way because I was being someone who I'm not and all this acting got to me. That's how it is in real life anyway, isn't it? That when we try to be who we aren't, it's tiring and a waste of time.
Yay, got it off me. (: It's now time to do work.
Saturday, February 19, 2005
they did it again
[qh! You know your techno very well! haha. I tried it out. Your " OOHM TSK OOHM TSK OOHM TSK DANG DANG DAN DENG DENG DENG" is pretty much accurate, which uh is more than I can say for des' tamer "um tss um tss um tss" . haha.]
Anyway. They did it again.
[They: Any member of society.]
This time it was some uncle at the earring shop [oh man did I tell you guys I bought like two earrings that cost like $20-pus which was already discounted and then later in church I saw al's earrings and she told me she bought them for $2.90! Which gave me a major fit until she said ohwait maybe they were $5.90. Which sounds a lot better than $2.90. ahhh then I went shopping again with my mom later in the evening before dinner and I saw this dress I liked and after discount, it was $27!!! Comparable with the earrings! I never felt so cheated. To make things even worse, the next shop had cheap earrings for $3! but they were ugly. hah.] who asked me if I was chinese. I said yes, then he looked at me and asked if I was from Singapore.
Tell me, is there a particular "chinese singaporean" look? Why don't I look it then? I'm very chinese singaporean, what. (: I bet if I told him I was from Japan he would've believed me.
I love bollywood. It's so fun! (:
Anyway. They did it again.
[They: Any member of society.]
This time it was some uncle at the earring shop [oh man did I tell you guys I bought like two earrings that cost like $20-pus which was already discounted and then later in church I saw al's earrings and she told me she bought them for $2.90! Which gave me a major fit until she said ohwait maybe they were $5.90. Which sounds a lot better than $2.90. ahhh then I went shopping again with my mom later in the evening before dinner and I saw this dress I liked and after discount, it was $27!!! Comparable with the earrings! I never felt so cheated. To make things even worse, the next shop had cheap earrings for $3! but they were ugly. hah.] who asked me if I was chinese. I said yes, then he looked at me and asked if I was from Singapore.
Tell me, is there a particular "chinese singaporean" look? Why don't I look it then? I'm very chinese singaporean, what. (: I bet if I told him I was from Japan he would've believed me.
I love bollywood. It's so fun! (:
Friday, February 18, 2005
oh brother
a spoonful of grinded quaker oatsegg white milk and honey
I'm tired but I think I'll leave a short post.
after coming back from the sports school, my brother's latest ambition is to pick up as many malay words as possible. Not that it's bad, but he tries to combine it with a malay accent that's awful. He just can't make it. Plus, he has a thing for techno! ahh! I can't stand techno. Wonder where he picked that rubbish up from. Worst of all, he walks around the hall playing his techno ringtones. It's extremely irritating.
I've got a mhad beng poser for a brother.
Kids these days.
p.s I still love him though. heh.
I'm tired but I think I'll leave a short post.
after coming back from the sports school, my brother's latest ambition is to pick up as many malay words as possible. Not that it's bad, but he tries to combine it with a malay accent that's awful. He just can't make it. Plus, he has a thing for techno! ahh! I can't stand techno. Wonder where he picked that rubbish up from. Worst of all, he walks around the hall playing his techno ringtones. It's extremely irritating.
I've got a mhad beng poser for a brother.
Kids these days.
p.s I still love him though. heh.
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
fish gills
It's been such a long time since I blogged.
Well. I was looking at the fishes I have at home the other week, and did you know what you can see a fish's gills? It's the equivalent of being able to see a human lung.
What would happen if we could see human lungs? Would we freak out? Would we define what makes a "beautiful" lung? You know, like boobs. The bigger the better. [I don't know why big boobs are more appreciated btw.] Or would we miraculously accept all lung shape and sizes as they come?
A thought just struck me. If we could see our lungs, methinks the number of smokers would drop drastically. haha.
So. What do you think of my little revelation? grin.
Why can't people accept their bodies the way they are? Why can't society accept bodies as they have been made?
It's so easy to sit on my chair now and type it all down but who am I to say anything when I've been doing it myself. The want for a skinner self... I don't know about you, but for me, it's something I've been worrying about this year.. cutting down drastically on my food intake and obessing over the size of my tummy. It's been quite bad actually. In fact, it's only in the past week that I've been able to say:
"Screw you. I don't care about the outside. I'm not going to stop myself from eating when I need to just because I want to be skinny. I'm going to eat and NOT feel guilty."
So yeah. Screw you society. I don't care about your terms and conditions anymore, I'm no longer going to listen. I'm throwing all the lies you told me right back at you. What you said about my body, what you said about my life. I don't need a tummy-less front to become me! I don't need a guy to feel good about myself either! I'm going to focus on what's important. I don't need you.
I. don't. need. your. lies.
Well. I was looking at the fishes I have at home the other week, and did you know what you can see a fish's gills? It's the equivalent of being able to see a human lung.
What would happen if we could see human lungs? Would we freak out? Would we define what makes a "beautiful" lung? You know, like boobs. The bigger the better. [I don't know why big boobs are more appreciated btw.] Or would we miraculously accept all lung shape and sizes as they come?
A thought just struck me. If we could see our lungs, methinks the number of smokers would drop drastically. haha.
So. What do you think of my little revelation? grin.
Why can't people accept their bodies the way they are? Why can't society accept bodies as they have been made?
It's so easy to sit on my chair now and type it all down but who am I to say anything when I've been doing it myself. The want for a skinner self... I don't know about you, but for me, it's something I've been worrying about this year.. cutting down drastically on my food intake and obessing over the size of my tummy. It's been quite bad actually. In fact, it's only in the past week that I've been able to say:
"Screw you. I don't care about the outside. I'm not going to stop myself from eating when I need to just because I want to be skinny. I'm going to eat and NOT feel guilty."
So yeah. Screw you society. I don't care about your terms and conditions anymore, I'm no longer going to listen. I'm throwing all the lies you told me right back at you. What you said about my body, what you said about my life. I don't need a tummy-less front to become me! I don't need a guy to feel good about myself either! I'm going to focus on what's important. I don't need you.
I. don't. need. your. lies.
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
Alright.. enough photos. time for more substance. haha.
Just came back from reunion dinner... yay. I'm actually glad it's just once a year. Not close to my paternal side you see. They're gentle, refined people and my grandmother isn't as comfortable with my presence as she is with my brother's and other cousins. It seems that she favors boys. So it doesn't help that during reunion dinner, I'm the only grand-daughter around. The others go to my grandmother's house only the next day. I think my paternal side's very complicated.
This year, like every other year, I communicated with the television. hah.
I've made some preps this time though. Borrowed a couple of books so that tomorrow, I won't kill my brain watching the tv while waiting for people to visit in my grandmothers' places. [I don't really like the tv.]
I'm not quite sure why I find chinese new year exciting. My parents get rather tense and edgy every now and then; one wants to do this and the other that. I don't understand adults. I like being 18.
Still, there's my pretty clothes [!] to look forward to. haha. I love my clothes! (: and spending time with my family. yup. It isn't often that we spend so much time together. Although lately I've been arguing a lot with my brother... he's demanding more time from me and I don't have so much to give, as much as I want to. Well hopefully we'll settle it before he goes back to the sports school. Did I tell you guys? He has a week's holiday. Apparently the sports school goes by modules. My brother's finished his first module in school so he has a break.
Speaking of "you guys", I've been wanting to introduce my posties to each other! (: It's like you guys leave comments and stuff and even communicate to each other sometimes. Here we go (:
In no particular order...
-simplyhappysimplyme: She's mindy, from pjc. Chirpy would be her middle name. grin.
-rawr: Did I spell it right? That's al, short for alethia. One of my dearest friends (:
-des: Desmond! He's the link I have for "A Prince of Sorts". haha. I'm a computer idiot.
-smashworm: qh... she's anti-worm.
-erica: How could I forget? Yup she's one of my oldest friends, one of those before primary school. There! (:
-boo: Save the best for the last. (: Mayboot come back soon!
Did I miss anyone out? [Don't kill me if I did (:]
Just came back from reunion dinner... yay. I'm actually glad it's just once a year. Not close to my paternal side you see. They're gentle, refined people and my grandmother isn't as comfortable with my presence as she is with my brother's and other cousins. It seems that she favors boys. So it doesn't help that during reunion dinner, I'm the only grand-daughter around. The others go to my grandmother's house only the next day. I think my paternal side's very complicated.
This year, like every other year, I communicated with the television. hah.
I've made some preps this time though. Borrowed a couple of books so that tomorrow, I won't kill my brain watching the tv while waiting for people to visit in my grandmothers' places. [I don't really like the tv.]
I'm not quite sure why I find chinese new year exciting. My parents get rather tense and edgy every now and then; one wants to do this and the other that. I don't understand adults. I like being 18.
Still, there's my pretty clothes [!] to look forward to. haha. I love my clothes! (: and spending time with my family. yup. It isn't often that we spend so much time together. Although lately I've been arguing a lot with my brother... he's demanding more time from me and I don't have so much to give, as much as I want to. Well hopefully we'll settle it before he goes back to the sports school. Did I tell you guys? He has a week's holiday. Apparently the sports school goes by modules. My brother's finished his first module in school so he has a break.
Speaking of "you guys", I've been wanting to introduce my posties to each other! (: It's like you guys leave comments and stuff and even communicate to each other sometimes. Here we go (:
In no particular order...
-simplyhappysimplyme: She's mindy, from pjc. Chirpy would be her middle name. grin.
-rawr: Did I spell it right? That's al, short for alethia. One of my dearest friends (:
-des: Desmond! He's the link I have for "A Prince of Sorts". haha. I'm a computer idiot.
-smashworm: qh... she's anti-worm.
-erica: How could I forget? Yup she's one of my oldest friends, one of those before primary school. There! (:
-boo: Save the best for the last. (: Mayboot come back soon!
Did I miss anyone out? [Don't kill me if I did (:]
Friday, February 04, 2005
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