Saturday, September 27, 2008
House enters his patient's ward and presses the buzzer.
A nurse rushes in.
Nurse: yes.? what's the emergency.?
Nurse rolls eyes and exits.
House presses the buzzer again.
Nurse rushes in.
House: peppermint tea.
Nurse: (stares incredulously) you pressed the emergency buzzer to ask for a peppermint tea.?
House: (pretends to think) yup.
Nurse: ever heard the story of 'the boy who cried wolf'.?
House: i don't believe in that story... no matter how many times the boy cries wolf, his mother's gonna come running.
Nurse exits.
House presses the buzzer again.
Nurse rushes in.
House: (shrugs) just proving a point.
she's not here @
10:21 PM
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
i pray to God that one day you may end your foolish ways.
worse than being imbecile, is being an oblivious imbecile.
mango cheesecake is good stuff.
www.maidinsingapore.webs.com
cedar musical! text me if you want to buy tickets. :)
she's not here @
10:32 PM
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
art coursework is finally overrr!!! (yesterday actually)
this friday, i will be submitting 60% of my first O level work.
a little freaky, if you ask me. :)
may my painting dry by then!
too bad a can't post pictures of it till march next year.
the home stretch to Os, everyone's feeling a little burnt out as we near the last base.
(pardon the sports metaphor.)
persevere on, friends!(and foes)
that, after all, is the Cedar spirit. besides, just another two months and we can play till we lose our minds! dont wanna be regretting anything then. :)
*
I am thinking it's a sign
That the freckles in our eyes
Are mirror images
And when we kiss they're perfectly aligned
And I have to speculate
That God Himself did make
Us into corresponding shapes
Like puzzle pieces from the clay
And true it may seem like a stretch
But it's thoughts like this that catch
My troubled head when you're away
When I am missing you to death
They will see us waving from such great heights
"Come down now," they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
"come down now," but we'll stay
Iron & Wine- such great heights
suddenly 'bastard' seems like the new euphemism for 'dad'.
she's not here @
7:40 PM
Sunday, September 21, 2008
take care, i've been hurt before
too much time spent on closing doors
i've been having many strange dreams recently, i wonder if they mean a thing..
if they do, they hardly seem positive.
just the night before, i had a dream in which my sisters and i were rushing about our house(entirely different and unfamiliar setting from my actual house), preparing to go swimming. but every time we were just about done with our preparations, one of us would say," wait, let me get something..." the rest of us would suddenly realise that we too have forgotten something, and everyone would buzz about the house again to retrieve their phantom things. we never got to swim.
dreams in which people are chasing me, trying to kill me are also getting increasingly frequent.
there was one in which a friend was chasing me, trying to infect me with a deadly disease. but in the end, i was stabbed by my best friend(entirely unfamiliar face, but in that dream she was my best friend) and left to bleed. actually, i gave her a knife and told her to kill me so that i would not be infected by that deadly disease. however, i didn't expect her to plunge the knife into my abdomen so readily. i remember being shocked/surprised when she stabbed me without even flinching or hesitating, and fled without even looking back at me. chantal knows this one. ha ha ha
i think dreams sometimes reflect your innermost desires. the night after Ms Teh told me i did horribly for art paper two, i dreamt that she made a mistake and read me the wrong mark.
gawd, am i pathetic or pathetic.? thank god i still got an A2.
wont you come inside with me today..
wont you stay inside with me today..
cant you see its gonna rain.?
she's not here @
12:04 PM
Thursday, September 18, 2008
i am tired but cannot rest,
a can of coffee a day can barely suffice.
some people see the world as it is, and as it could be; they believe that they can make a difference.
what they dont see, is what everyone else sees. the wide, gaping chasm in between.
i wish i were like that.
why are humans so efficient in destroying all things beautiful.?
the only hope for a better world, is hope for a better inner world.
House(to Cuddy): "you're not happy unless things are just right. which means two things. you're a good boss, and you'll never be happy."
E maths test later! sure hope i do well...
chem-mystery and A math are lost causes. T.T
Big Os are in 31 days time, i am SHIT SCARED.
God give me strength :)
perhaps me believing in God sounds like a bad practical joke(Ms Teh found it funny), but i have not become blind nor irrational.
now i know what Mr Sng meant when he said that he was not a religious person.
i am still essentially me, within and without.
"For Thou hast made us for Thyself; and our hearts are restless, till they find their rest in Thee."
she's not here @
1:28 PM
Sunday, September 14, 2008
i was wrong.
i did not fully understand then, but now i finally do.
since my (very long) conversation with the-best-man-i-have-ever-met last friday, i finally understand.
i finally know the Truth.
it fit, it made sense. i cannot hide from it, nor can i ignore it.
when something smells like shit, looks like shit, feels like shit and tastes like shit, we do not think that it is something else.
its just that.. what do i do now that i know of the Truth.?
i dont expect my life to change, perhaps i dislike change.
the Truth upsets my entire belief system and all that i stand for till today.
my reasoning, thinking, perspective and opinions are all affected.
i have no idea how to grasp my mind around this concept, i am the best at doing the exact opposite: be skeptical, question, and refute it.
what do i do now that i have no choice but to admit,
God is Truth.?
she's not here @
3:09 PM
Thursday, September 11, 2008
guilt-stricken, in the mire
we stuck our hands in the fire
no, i am not trying to act intellectual with witty one-liners, i am but lazy to actually construct a poem.
hello i am a random girl and i love to blog about random stuff, anything under the sun! :D
hello:D :D :D:D:D::D:D:D:D:D:D:DD:D: this is dumb
i look like a flower ( inserts flower face )
*that's jedi and chantal for you.
no i'm lying actually, it's MEMEMEMEMEMEME.
jedi lied.
No actually i lied, couldn't you tell? HAHA IDIOT.
lol.?
so anyway, recent events with a particularly annoying and arrogant archer(who likes to arrow my class) have left me disconcerted, and wondering how i am to face her during lessons.
i frown upon this hypocritical lousy human being with distaste.
AH, CHEM NOWKBYE
she's not here @
12:51 PM
Friday, September 05, 2008
it's FRIDAY. T.T
a week is almost gone, can't say i spent it most productively.
i imagined myself doing way more than that.
then again, an artist's imagination takes her around the world in a day, perhaps i have been overly ambitious.
NO! rationalizations, i have been over-indulgent.
aughhh i hate my absolute lack of self-discipline.
i never learn.
sometimes, just sometimes,
the thought of giving up is so tempting.
just throw in the towel, yknow.?
it's easier.
giving up is for cowards.
i hate people, but more than that, i hate myself.
she's not here @
1:17 AM
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
the dreams in which i'm dying are the best i've ever had.
she's not here @
12:32 AM
Monday, September 01, 2008
'I only know what it is that's wrong with him; not why it is.'
'And what is it?' asked Lucy fearfully, expecting some harrowing tale.
'The old trouble: thing's won't fit.'
'What things?'
'The things of the universe. It is quite true. They don't.'
'Oh, Mr Emerson, what ever do you mean?'
In his ordinary voice, so that she scarcely realized he was quoting poetry, he said:
'From far, from eve and morning
And yon twelve-winded sky,
The stuff of life to knit me
Blew hither: here am I.
George and I both know this, but why does it distress him? We know that we come from the winds, and that we shall return to them; that all life is perhaps a knot, a tangle, a blemish in the eternal smoothness. But why should this make us unhappy? Let us rather love one another, and work and rejoice. i don't believe in this world-sorrow.'
Miss Honeychurch assented.
'Then make my boy think like us. Make him realize that by the side of this everlasting Why there is a Yes- a transitory Yes if you like, but a Yes.'
Suddenly she laughed; surely one ought to laugh. A young man melancholy because the universe wouldn't fit, because life was a tangle or a wind, or a Yes or something!
- an excerpt from 'A Room with a View' by E.M. Forster
Surely it's not that silly to feel at least melancholy over this absurdity? If through this melancholy, and the five stages of grief, we find acceptance for the foibles of the human condition and the bleak state of the world, surely this absurdity is worth our melancholy?
she's not here @
5:46 PM
