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Seen on the singlet of a pot-bellied father holding his son’s hand,
Trust me, I’m a virgin.
Thank you for the lol, you funny funny guy.
I need to be more independent and more wise. Telling people I depend on about what utterly stupid things I’ve done just goes to show how I can’t bloody well keep my mouth (and tear glands) shut, and how much power they lord over me.
Same old same old. I obviously never learn.
累了。
This is my current display pic on MSN of me and Brat #2.
I love this picture. We have the same eyes!
Happy 牛 Year till the next time the opportunity presents itself to say it again!
Such an impressive amount to discard, an impressive amount to donate/recycle, and yet more impressive is how much there is left that I still want to hoard.
Mum predicts we both will fall sick come Chinese New Year XDDD
Good news is the house looks bigger. And that now, there actually are books in my bookshelf.
Met The Boy’s new room-mate (hunky American-bred Korean! lol) today:
Roommate: Hi, I’m Min.
Me: Er you can call me Ren.
Roommate: Nice to meet you.
Me: Er, nice.
And then I proceeded to mumble gibberish and turn my back and ignore his existence altogether. I think it had less to do with him being a hunk and more to do with my severe lack of social/verbal skills. Incorrigible introvert :(
MY DARLING COMPUTER ONLY YOU CAN UNDERSTAND ME I LOVE YOU MUCH MUCH.
As such incidents accumulate in my life I begin to believe more in conversing through the written form. At least there isn’t such a short time frame to reply, and anyway I usually respond with stinky awkward feet in my mouth on instinct.
Self-preservation = zero.
I hope that with the onset of a visible table-top and visible walking space in my room, I’d also have a visible line of sight towards completing homework on time this semester :S
One morning I woke up and thought of how I don’t understand Damien Hirst’s works of art, but appreciate his titles.
The Physical Impossibility of Death in the Mind of Someone Living
If I were to see the title alone, it would probably make more sense than to try to correlate it to a shark suspended in formaldehyde. It was unnecessary. But a shark would sell more than a bunch of words strung together, of course.
The impossibility of death in the mind of the living. I’ve been repeating this line so many times at random for so many days now. It’s a spark of genius.
I don’t feel like going to school tomorrow. The past two weeks have been draining already and I don’t see how much better it can get :(
天啊，绕了我吧…
虽然呆在这儿都22年了，口里出来的也都是乱七八糟，脑子想也都想歪的…但倒还是个身心纯白（？）的少女啊…
爱德林小姐，下次见面时我有好多好多想向你投诉!
Finally I got to watch the much anticipated Ip Man! I went there expecting great martial arts and they delivered, in the calm, poetic manner very unlike the usual fare of hot-headed martial exchange.
AND IT WAS DONNIE YEN FOR GOODNESS SAKE, YOU SHOULD BE EXPECTING GREAT MOVES FROM THE GUY.
The one thing I didn’t expect was to cry so many times during the movie. NOBODY IN THE THEATRE SEEMED TO BURST INTO TEARS AS I DID LA. I was so embarrassed that I tried to keep wiping the stream of tears off my face and sniffling to a minimum :(
I guess the recent barrage of rekindling memories of what we learnt; Japanese occupation during World War II in Singapore, hit a sore spot. The only reason why Pa’s father got away with minor torturing was because he knew someone who knew one of the higher-ups in the Japanese army and the guy halted it. My existence could have ended there, IT IS A HORRIFYING THOUGHT.
And then I remembered what my primary school social studies teacher said about the various methods used for torture. Plus the video where the elder citizens in a documentary LCH screened on Monday where he recalled some of the methods… Well let’s just say that the Japanese didn’t just get inventive overnight. But that’s all over and done with. Please try to have world peace everyone.
Most of the characters in Ip Man were believable. Especially liked the characterisation of the two Japanese generals. Satou is a mean coward who hides behind his gun, and Miura is an arrogant person who doesn’t do his job as a general very well. I mean, aren’t you supposed to be securing your invaded land instead of opening up a dojo?!? (WHERE DID ALL THOSE KARATE PUPILS COME FROM? I refuse to believe they are part of the army since they spend all their time in the dojo.) Compared to the active Satou, Miura seems like a nice, stoic guy, but it was nice peeling another layer as the story moved on to find that he wasn’t being nice, but just being full of himself. Oh and the actor for Miura is damn drool-worthy XDDD
One scene especially was stuck in my head. It was an exchange of Satou and Miura in a dimly-lit corridoor. THE LIGHTING WAS DAMN NICE. DAMN NICE. DAMN NICE. DAMN NICE. And that beat of light at the last part? GENIUS.
Some parts I thought could have been elaborated a little more. Like the hot-blooded Northerner who turned to robbing. He had so much potential to develop as a character, but it was as if near the end there wasn’t enough time and he got cast-off as a calafare after too much screen-time.
Oh and it would have been awesome if during the credits they had screened some videos of the real Ip Man. Just an idea XD
I can’t believe Ade wouldn’t watch it with me. ADE YOU MUST WATCH! GOT CUTE GUY AND NICE FLOWERS AND HEROICS!
Barely 12 days after my December period had ended, I had the January one.
Heeeeey, I could have had fraternal twins!
If I get another bleeding period before January is over, trust me. I will rage.
The school week is starting again. And to think the last one felt like it took forever to end :(
Also my fanart of Zuko is hidden and forgotten, as are all my other arty endeavors. It was during the dry period of non-Avatar-ness, but I hope to rectify that soon enough :D
The Last Airbender is depriving me of sleep :DDDD
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