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Monday, April 10, 2006
perfectly late nights. contemplative. but then again, no enough time to contemplate, although the mood is right. so much has happened, in such a short time, it's almost scary how time is just a concept that we came up with, and how now we are defined by it, subjected to it. no more late nights for me, i hope. and all my pimples subsided today :] this is my 100th entry on blogspot! a cause for celebration, no? well, there are other things to celebrate, i guess. yes, we won raffles trail! haha, i still cant believe it. you know, this means much more than 5 ipod videos. this achievement is smthing that all of us old friends can share and cherish forever. it's somewhat of a culmination of those days spent watching amazing race, be it together or apart. i dont watch the amazing race anymore, not survivor, not the apprentice- reality tv leaves little time for reality- but i still have that warm tingle inside of me when i hear them talk about it, or when i see the ads on the tv. oh how i long to be part of reality tv all over again. funny how it was once such a big part of my life- i breathed it- and now all that's left is my unreliable memory of the old seasons, and my denial to accept that it has moved on without me. somewhat like pokemon. i dont understand all that gold silver platinum trash that's rampaging the market right now. i dont even get the art now. they all look so weird and mutated. i guess we change, huh? make that the biggest understatement. of tonight. jonathan, alan, zhengyi and nash! you guys really kept me going you know that? we kept saying we would win but how many of us really believed it? i dont know i guess a large part of me believe we could but for it to actually come true it was like a dream! and you know what i dont think i celebrated enough that day so yeah here goes im gloating and im boasting and im screaming at the top of my lungs....WHOO HOO. thank you thank you. team 48's the best. thanks for all that running, encouragement, and sweating it out in the middle of orchard road and botanical gardens, mt sinai and raffles place, hdb hub and buckley road. thanks for eating those ration buns and waiting for 156 and drinking ribena together and i dunno just staying together. because, that's what we do, right? and that's what we're gonna keep doing. i think cc's right in saying it speaks a lot abt our bond, our friendship. nobody got us, but we got them. i think we ought to be real proud of ourselves. if there was some kind of recognition, this is it! but yeah meanwhile, just enjoy the damn ipod haha. speaking of which i still dont have mine who has it?! ok distractions on msn and i dont feel like blogging anymore how fickle can i get. raffles trail was something so distant i guess, i got excited at the prospect of it and when i realized how busy i was gonna be the same week i sort of lost a little hope. but it was that hope that kept us going :] anyhow, haunted house was one of the other major highlights. 1938. what started of as a hazy concept- those early days talking to yingsze on the bus, and having meetings in my classroom and in the canteen on a saturday after syf. debating abt whether to go ahead at fish and co, as we cldnt get pac anymore. the av room my gawd. how the hell did we transform it? it shldve taken weeks! but we did it in days! i felt bad for the j1s- their lives changed ever since that meeting on monday, what with the thursday list and datelines to rush and lights and trashbags and oh gosh i dont think i will ever stop associating trashbags with 1938 again. it was just magical! how everything just eased into placed. well, it wasnt easy mind you, but i must say im thankful for everyone who made it easier, in so many ways. you know who you are. the whole of rp, in fact. those who really helped, and at least showed some support. class throwing stuff out was crazy, me yelling was naughty, but it was all worth the trouble, i felt. and for a good cause too, let's not forget. so there, doll's room, office, dressing room, opium room, tunnel, no name room, femme fatale room and dark room. i wont forget any of you. you were just flimsy ideas but you came alive. we did it. rp did it. im proud of ourselves :] good job guys, and thanks a million. i hate it when i ought to be blogging much smoothly but something's getting in my way. and i dont know what. anyway my past two weeks were mainly occupied with these stuff. running about doing sets and props for haunted house, making endless calls, smses, trying to borrow stuff, stealing stuff. the thrill, really. i rmbr the day of rp gm all my ccas wanted a bit of me. as of now i think i know where i stand. i think i know what i want, and what im ready to let go off. frankly, raffles rock has been a burden to me, and ive been a burden to it, too. so yeah, after dreamix, im leaving. there's nothing left for me to do anyway. and i dont exactly like the pple there either. they have the stupidest notions and their way of getting pple to do things is just irksome. you want me to do it you dont bug me unnecessarily. and stop imposing your stupid ideas on me cuz im not doing your bidding like some lap dog of yours. kiss my ass. this is my space, i'll be frank, so you just watch me- and silently. as for art club, argh i dont wanna give it up. but seriously, what have i given it? nothing. i hate that this year they got a real art teacher we can learn from, and im not cherishing this opportunity. nvm, ruth has been too kind to me- i'll have to talk to her again. i like some pple there- i actually miss them. strangely, when i was designing the dreamix programme and the moor tarbet badges, i was suddenly reminded of my desire to just sit there all day and play around with colour and design and what not. i need art. art keeps me alive. but can i do it professionally, or dedicate to it like it's some work or duty or committment? nah i dont think so. i doodle at my own free will- and that's art to me. i'll have it no other way. ra mag has just been beyond my reach. i dont know whats happening now. i guess i dont really bother either. but i actually enjoy it sometimes- so this will have to wait. i think to get what i want i need to work for it. i have for some, for others i havent. obviously i need to prioritize. and when there's too much i think it's about time i acknowledge ive been fooling myself into thinking i could handle all this all at once. i cant. im no super man. i am me. and i wont change for anyone. been a week of good music coming together as well. edwin mccain's i'll be is just irresistibly charming. shakira's hip's dont lie makes you wanna stand up and swing those tootsies. the wreckers' perfectly keeps me grooving and glued to rbc. haha i guess with my ipod i wont be needing rbc that often anymore huh? well well well. but yes good music shld be celebrated! and so should good tv! my tv schedule goes as such now: monday: desperate housewives, grey's anatomy the former's finally picking up to some interesting storyline. i think i like eva longoria a lot more now :]] grey's is just fantastic as ever and i finally understood why sandra oh cld win an acting award when she cried in lats week's episode. and for the record, my favourite character is actually bailey. she keeps snapping and that attitude is adorable, in a weird way. when her friend died, i felt like crying with her too. sigh. tuesday: charmed i cant get enough of this magic. piper piper piper! you make me wanna cry when you look so sad you know that? you charm and mesmerize me all the time, anyway. yes this is a must. wednesday/thursday: american idol finally caught up with tapes. i think paris is cute, kellie slightly irritating, elliot very funny, basically i dont know who to support. i guess they are all likeable now. the music rocks! thursday: lost im kinda lost as to the progress of this. needa watch tapes. but it looks good. better not end on a cliffhanger again or i swear i will kill the producer. so there you go im a diminished tv addict. celebrate! zee's bday! another celebration! i hope we made it special for him, i really do! got him a cake, and a box of presents. i got him foreign film vcds, titles i forgot already, haha, but i hope he enjoys. he's been looking so down i guess raffles trail and his bday perked him up a little. hopefully things will go well for him now. happy 18th boy! oh speaking of which common tests have sucked. haha but im not particularly worried. i should be, but i aint. i know i will work it out somehow. right now my mind is chanting SATs. tons of academic stuff to sort out. did ns registration today. online server is crap but yeah i guess im ready for whatever whenever. you know what was talking to wanqing the other day and we said smthing abt being selfish and you know doing community service- i said im just too busy and self absorbed with my current life that i just dont have time for community work. she said it's normal but i guess if it's normal then it's a very sad world we live in right? but anyhow i am truly busy as hell. haunted house's over but there's still dreamix publicity, shifting gears design, hissoc rmun, guitar mc, and moor tarbet house party to go. then hopefully i will be free :] but then, what would i do? i guess i could start by packing my table. which is a mess. a complete mess, just like my life. im peeved i cldnt join them for iceskating today. hist s got in the way. i have a sudden craving for ice cream and chilling out. jean promised to go with me sometime this week. we shall! it's the little slack segments that i enjoy. i think i need to spend more time with friends soon. roadrunners pppp on saturday after haunted house was a gem. pity not all were there at once. im so thankful for all of them- we must get together for real again :] it's great how we can chat so easily and carefreely. so yeah- im caught in a dilemma- but my academics has been on hold for far too long i think it's about time i become a hermit and start shutting off some doors. i must choose between what's easy and what's right. all in good time, everything should sort itself out. i just know it will. and im gonna let it shine shine shine...meanwhile im gonna regret sleeping this late. till then, im a bone marrow member now! good job everyone who made this week especially orange :] plug: come for R.E.D, Moor Tarbet house party, 13 April. come for guitar concert, 19 April. come for DREAMix, raffles rock concert, 21 April. ask me for tickets! come for Shifting Gears, rp double bill, 19, 20 may. coming soon! this song by Jessica Harp/The Wreckers has been playing in my head since ages ago: I like who I am but I guess you don't I think that I can but you think I won't amount to anything at all If you love me you sure show it strange is there anything that you wouldn't change? I can't be your paper doll I wanna be perfect, but I'm me I wanna be flawless, but you see every little crack, every chip every dent every little mistake I wanna be perfect just like you but there's only so much that a girl can do When I look in the mirror what I see makes sense to me, yeah perfectly I like tennis shoes you like high heels and fantasies but I'm what's real I guess you could say the shoe don't fit maybe I'm from Venus, you're from Mars my imperfections are what they are I guess one of us must deal with it I wanna be perfect, but I'm me I wanna be flawless, but you see every little crack, every chip every dent every little mistake I wanna be perfect just like you but there's only so much that a girl can do When I look in the mirror what I see makes sense to me, yeah perfectly Oh perfectly I tried to fit in the mold that you made but I'm tired of playing this little charade I wanna be perfect, but I'm me I wanna be flawless, but you see every little crack, every chip every dent every little mistake I wanna be perfect just like you but there's only so much that a girl can do When I look in the mirror what I see makes sense to me, yeah perfectly
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