30 June, 2009
28 June, 2009
LOL.
Seriously, I have no idea what I'm missing. All I know is that this year's summer movie palette is lackluster(srsly, Year 1?) and I wish Up or Coraline was showing.
Now, to shanghai someone to watch Coco avant Chanel(audrey tautou <3) with me.
Easier said than done.
Michael Bay and his CGI Academy Award thank you.
Seriously, I have no idea what I'm missing. All I know is that this year's summer movie palette is lackluster(srsly, Year 1?) and I wish Up or Coraline was showing.
Now, to shanghai someone to watch Coco avant Chanel(audrey tautou <3) with me.
Easier said than done.
27 June, 2009
‘I used to always get embarrassed in interviews,’ she says, ‘when people asked me what my hobbies are, because I have none. But recently I realise that I do: taking dead pictures of myself. Other than that I have no hobbies.’
‘Being awesome,’ Neil Gaiman suggests. The crowd cheers.
‘Being awesome,’ says Amanda Palmer, ‘is not a hobby. It’s a way of life.’- Quotes rearranged into prose from singstotrains
I think I need new books but I'm too lazy to browse through the shelves in the local library and can't quite be bothered to figure how the book search function works.
It has been a quiet week so far.
I've landed my first ever 'real' job at a costume shop, something which I enjoy telling people.
People:Where do you work?
Me: [happily] At a costume shop!
But only because it goes with all sorts of whimsical nonsense of pretend and dress up. Which I am of course obligated to do, secretly, in the store room, trying on random wigs and wondering whether I would ever dare to go blonde.
The store room is I suppose, exactly as I imagine it would be. Creepy mannequins that stare contemptuously down at you during the day in nothing but their strange smooth body ("You don't mind looking at lingerie do you?" I am asked quite seriously on my second day of work. I say 'no' and then kind of wish I hadn't because, really what would they they think of me now?). Then there are stacks and stacks of boxes that contain masks and wigs and you know, costumes. Sometimes, I am suppose to do stock taking. This is not fun.
The shop takes orders from all around the world. Which is why I found myself answering a phone call from Canada who wanted, quite desperately, to know why the masks for her wedding hadn't arrived yet.
I am not good with people. I know this now.
Apparently, I am not good with credit cards either because of the 5 cards I have tried to transact, 3 of them have been declined. The owner reassures me that it is because their card has gone over the limit "But we don't tell them that," he says cheerfully, "we tell them they have got their expiry date wrong!"
The owner is... Have I put through the theory that life imitates art much more often then the other way round? As it is, the owner is quite like Edna Mode, small, large glasses, fluent in English, German,Italian and Spanish. Also, he likes classical music, which I agree with. Then, he asks me which composers I like and I pull the usual culprits out of the bag (Beethoven, Mozart, Bach). In truth, I know this only because for most of my life, these are the only classical musicians that have been mentioned and were relentlessly indoctrinated during music class.
Nonetheless, I get the (almost word for word) what an unusual teenager I am speech and how no one ever listens to classical music anymore.
:/
However, I get away with playing Death Cab for the rest of the evening which he seems to enjoy at any rate. *shrugs*
So, this is my holidays. Working quietly at a costume shop, listening to music and thinking about getting new books at the library.
Oh my god, I'm going to turn into one of those cooler-then-thou indie teens and then the world will end in a great raging battle of good and evil with the plants winning and we'll all relocate to Mars only to discover that there are martians living there already.
And they hate us.
Then, we get vapourised.
Someone save me.
26 June, 2009
Michael Jackson dead after cardiac arrest
Well, shit.
He's gone, can't believe he just cardiac arrested away out of existence just like that. Always thought he was a bit like the Queen and Lee Kwan Yew, never dying and just you know there, wonky plastic surgery and all.
We've all listened to Thriller at some point or attempted a poor mockery of the moonwalk.
R.I.P Michael Jackson you crazy King of Pop.
I can romanticize about being 16 all I want in my head but in the end it's still Fuck This...I'm Going To Hogwarts
Come on, together everyone,
Wingardium Leviosa
Come on, together everyone,
Wingardium Leviosa
25 June, 2009
Swine flu is overrated you guys.
Come down here already and screw all you GP tests or or, *gasp* PW.
I'll show you impeccably dressed people and nice things you can't afford.
We'll have a blast, pinky swear!
Finding Melbourne, stumbling across and getting lost while scoring a couple of discount pretzels. Pictures and stories below.
Yeah, I have no idea what is wrong with me either.
It was good that my temporary lunacy was fueled by cheap train tickets to the city (usual $5.60 but $3.10 on Sundays and we have a AUD1=SGD1 atm so do the math). I do not need to be crazy and broke.
Math Lecture was fun:How to be a human calculator. Got tired a little of standing because it was packed(people are just as sane as I am) and left halfway.
Melbourne Mueseum is gorgeous.
Like the rest of they city, its the old jostling with the new. Can you not just breathe in the tweeness of the place?
Leaving the museum, satisfied in the knowledge that toasted crumpets cost $1 for 4 pieces in 1987, I headed for the pretty buildings. Because you know what they say, follow the northern red brick buildings. Might have been stars but then, stars are not architecture.
Fitzroy is this really artsy place where all the lookbook.nu members probably come from and come to salivate over vintage clothing at the like. At least that's what the internet says, my parents on the other hand were more on the side of "YOU WENT TO FITZROY.ALONE?!"
Apparently, it's a rough neighborhood. The mistake is duly noted.
The brick walls, the doors! All it needs is ivy, oh wait there is ivy creeping along.
When I'm alone, old people come to talk to me. I don't know why, but they do. This is why I know What Exactly Is Wrong With Young People Nowadays and Urban Gardening.
Multiculturalism, well and alive.
>
I followed a stylish lady down a quiet road, partly because I wanted to see if i could discreetly take a good picture of her blazer (which was awesome by the way).Then I stumbled across this.
Street Art at this scale stops you in your tracks, if only because you want to take a picture.
Apart from closing at 5pm, they are also closed on Sundays. Srsyly, miss late night shopping already.
Went out to get a dress for a formal, came back with a book. Story of my life.
Although, I can't be blamed, breathing in the musky scent of dust and sunlight it's impossible to not buy a book. It's like the scent of Buy a Book.
Various shops that sell lizard on hats, glamorized garbage and oddly enough, science apparatus.
Asked several people for directions back to station. Found a Prison, where Avenue Q was staged and $1 pretzels.No station though.
At least, not till 1/2 hour later. And yes, that is the cumilation of all the times I have taken public transport. A ticket each time.
So ,walking the city alone was liberating. It reminded me though how far I was away from Singapore because I have never walked Orchard Road without breaking into sweat much less walked several streets without air conditioning at any point in time.
I had many Thoughts, a mix of nostalgia for the past , apprehension for the future and anxiety for right now. I need less time to think because it all leads to brooding and general teenage ennui which is not entirely healthy.
Seeing a rainbow though (all seven colours, I think i have seen more rainbows 6 months here than in my entire life time), made me think about leprechauns,fairies and clovers.
And I realized that I'm not perfectly happy, not even close.
But I will just do with my state of near happiness and hope that the sun will shine tomorrow and that my toes will bloody stop freezing off.
Come down here already and screw all you GP tests or or, *gasp* PW.
I'll show you impeccably dressed people and nice things you can't afford.
We'll have a blast, pinky swear!
Finding Melbourne, stumbling across and getting lost while scoring a couple of discount pretzels. Pictures and stories below.
Woke up at 8am on the first holiday Sunday morning and decided that it was A Good Day To Attend A Math Lecture At The Melbourne Museum.
Yeah, I have no idea what is wrong with me either.
It was good that my temporary lunacy was fueled by cheap train tickets to the city (usual $5.60 but $3.10 on Sundays and we have a AUD1=SGD1 atm so do the math). I do not need to be crazy and broke.
Math Lecture was fun:How to be a human calculator. Got tired a little of standing because it was packed(people are just as sane as I am) and left halfway.
Melbourne Mueseum is gorgeous.
Like the rest of they city, its the old jostling with the new. Can you not just breathe in the tweeness of the place?
Leaving the museum, satisfied in the knowledge that toasted crumpets cost $1 for 4 pieces in 1987, I headed for the pretty buildings. Because you know what they say, follow the northern red brick buildings. Might have been stars but then, stars are not architecture.
Fitzroy is this really artsy place where all the lookbook.nu members probably come from and come to salivate over vintage clothing at the like. At least that's what the internet says, my parents on the other hand were more on the side of "YOU WENT TO FITZROY.ALONE?!"
Apparently, it's a rough neighborhood. The mistake is duly noted.
The brick walls, the doors! All it needs is ivy, oh wait there is ivy creeping along.
When I'm alone, old people come to talk to me. I don't know why, but they do. This is why I know What Exactly Is Wrong With Young People Nowadays and Urban Gardening.
Multiculturalism, well and alive.
>I followed a stylish lady down a quiet road, partly because I wanted to see if i could discreetly take a good picture of her blazer (which was awesome by the way).Then I stumbled across this.
Street Art at this scale stops you in your tracks, if only because you want to take a picture.
Apart from closing at 5pm, they are also closed on Sundays. Srsyly, miss late night shopping already.
Went out to get a dress for a formal, came back with a book. Story of my life.
Although, I can't be blamed, breathing in the musky scent of dust and sunlight it's impossible to not buy a book. It's like the scent of Buy a Book.
Various shops that sell lizard on hats, glamorized garbage and oddly enough, science apparatus.
Asked several people for directions back to station. Found a Prison, where Avenue Q was staged and $1 pretzels.No station though.
At least, not till 1/2 hour later. And yes, that is the cumilation of all the times I have taken public transport. A ticket each time.
So ,walking the city alone was liberating. It reminded me though how far I was away from Singapore because I have never walked Orchard Road without breaking into sweat much less walked several streets without air conditioning at any point in time.
I had many Thoughts, a mix of nostalgia for the past , apprehension for the future and anxiety for right now. I need less time to think because it all leads to brooding and general teenage ennui which is not entirely healthy.
Seeing a rainbow though (all seven colours, I think i have seen more rainbows 6 months here than in my entire life time), made me think about leprechauns,fairies and clovers.
And I realized that I'm not perfectly happy, not even close.
But I will just do with my state of near happiness and hope that the sun will shine tomorrow and that my toes will bloody stop freezing off.
20 June, 2009
Needs shoes.
*dies*
OH HAI EVERYONE. I have just managed to crawl out of the frozen tundra and will be blogging a lot more soon (no promises).
Its the holidays, winter in summer. We like to call it Swinter.
But some call it Wummer.
14 June, 2009
07 June, 2009
Not Night[because having night fall at 4pm is not real,not right not quite night] : yet, here are the stars, thrown salt-casual, over the velvet sky
cold cold cold
the lettuce are springing (I know right, in the middle of WINTER? but there you go, they are springing up and being all "but that's what she said!")
my toes are kinda bluish. i think? maybe the fluorescent lighting, then again i never had much blood to begin with.
reliving msn conversations dictated by colored fonts and strange misplaced laughter(lol, really really?) . old friends, still awesome? check.
THBT i know more about lymphocytes than i should care too.
70/100 or perhaps, less than i should.
ambitious story writing is ambitious but...
PLOT: YOU ARE DOING IT WRONG
namely because i don't have one.
the boredom, it clings, all wearisome like an old itchy sweater you are too lazy to take off.
a splinter of sunday afternoons it lasted for about an hour, glorious sunshine and rainbows, yes not rainbow, rainbows
and the world spins madly on
cold cold cold
the lettuce are springing (I know right, in the middle of WINTER? but there you go, they are springing up and being all "but that's what she said!")
my toes are kinda bluish. i think? maybe the fluorescent lighting, then again i never had much blood to begin with.
reliving msn conversations dictated by colored fonts and strange misplaced laughter(lol, really really?) . old friends, still awesome? check.
THBT i know more about lymphocytes than i should care too.
70/100 or perhaps, less than i should.
ambitious story writing is ambitious but...
PLOT: YOU ARE DOING IT WRONG
namely because i don't have one.
the boredom, it clings, all wearisome like an old itchy sweater you are too lazy to take off.
a splinter of sunday afternoons it lasted for about an hour, glorious sunshine and rainbows, yes not rainbow, rainbows
and the world spins madly on
01 June, 2009
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