Friday, December 12, 2003

legolas

You are Legolas!
Detached from the real world, you prefer to be alone and tackle life your way.

--What Lord of the Rings character are you?--
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Hi people. I'm asking all my friends to remove my link from their blogs. So pls remove my link if you have ever linked me. I have also quit Friendster, so don't expect to find me there. I originally intended to end this blog as well but I think I'll settle for moving. From now on, this site is dead; if you want my new address please e-mail me.

Watched The Two Towers today amongst other less pleasant things. I'm in love, and his name is Legolas.

Let's believe in the make-believe people, because make-believe don't hurt me.
Honestly Ok
Dido

I just want to feel safe in my own skin,
I just want to be happy again
I just want to feel deep in my own world
But I'm so lonely

I don't even want to be with myself anymore
On a different day,
if I was safe in my own skin,
then I wouldn't feel lost and so frightened

But this is today and I'm lost in my own skin
And I'm so lonely
I don't even want to be with myself anymore
I just want to feel safe in my own skin,
I just want to be happy again.

Wednesday, December 10, 2003



Hmm. Prom was pretty good actually.

If I have to recount every single thing that happened to me between 2.30pm yesterday afternoon and 9.35am this morning (which was when I woke up) I'll probably be blogging until Doomsday, so I guess I'll do it numbered:

1. Heels. Are. The most incredibly torturous things to walk/ wobble in. I cheated a little and got low heels, but although I expected the usual shoe problems, I never realized that I had to DOUBLE my expected travelling time. At least I had the time to amuse myself, wondering about the possible "murder by designer" scenarios that could happen (e.g. being in danger of getting run over by a car and unable to run in heels). I had an online friend who once said that Man has always been most inventive when it comes to torturing his own kind. ...Well when he came up with theory that he was actually viewing the torture instruments used in the Spanish Inquistition, but I think high heels come pretty close to that description.

2. Hair. Did my hair at Reds with Mi'er and the lady did something to me that I was awfully horrified with. However, since no one gave me any strange looks I suppose it was fine after all (now why do I always value the opinions of others so much more than my own??). And it was quite interesting there, they actually serve you tea and biscuits while you're getting your hair done. The lady did something to the back end of my hair with a temporary straightener, and she was practically ironing me right in front of my eyes -- a whole lot of smoke was rising from my hair. I suddenly developed an acute compassion for all things fried.

3. Makeup. Got it done at Anna Sui. Not too bad, except the mascara, which really STUCK to my face and later clumped my lashes together. One useful thing you people might like to know: It's definitely waterproof. How do I know this? Well I washed my face -- TWICE -- last night with soap and water, and the darn mascara just REFUSED TO COME OFF.

All that being said, Prom made me feel sincerely happy to be a woman, despite torture instruments and eyelash-curlers and foundation powder that choked up every inch and every pore of my skin. It's the fact that we are even able to do these things. The girls came with different hairstyles and all sorts of designs and colours of dresses, and even temporary body/ nail tattoos... but it was hard, to be honest, to tell one guy from another. They all looked too much alike. It was nice when Prom King was announced... my ex-classmate has become very different from the time I knew him last.

Then I went to Mi'er's house and we watched movies until 6 am. ^_^ "8 Women" was a really good film but when it ended and we started discussing it, we found an awful lot of loopholes in the plot. Then we had another French-related movie, and Bjork's "Dancer in the Dark". It creeped me out right from the start so we only watched the beginning and then the end (where Bjork gets hanged). I went out into the living room while Mi'er watched the part that leads up to the murder. (I hadn't the nerves for it.) The atmosphere reminds me strongly of "The Blair Witch Project" and they used the same technique too... hand-held cameras. It was the most disturbing film I've ever watched, and I hadn't even watched it whole.

Alright... I'm surviving on 3 hours of sleep right now, so I'd better get back to bed...

Tuesday, December 09, 2003

Full "Long Night" Moon at 4h. 38min. morning

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G# minor - You are not totally happy, and you know it. At least you are trying to do something about it. You like to think and create to try and sort out your problems. Keep going the way you are, and you will soon be on speaking terms with your demons.

what key signature are you?
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(On speaking terms with my demons?? O__O; No thanks... I think people usually exorcise those)

Just finished painting my nails and held them up for Miaka to sniff. He gave me a very cute wrinkle of the nose and a disdainful look ^_^

It's weird but now that all the fuss about prom is over and the night is finally here, I'm not even sure if I want to go at all. As I wrote in Qinying's tagboard, I have an inner conviction that it's gonna be awful... that I'm going to look awful... or I'll catch sight of someone (I nearly typed "something". Hmm) that I don't want to meet... or I'll just be bored to death the entire evening and no one will even want me to take photos with them...

I mean the whole hustle and bustle of shopping and planning and discussing things with friends -- being allowed to be a bimbo for a while and even getting a budget for it -- was really fun and even exciting but I'm not sure if I'd get much more pleasure than staying home to watch "A Streetcar Named Desire" on TV. (Which, timing of all disastrously bad timings, just has to show on the night of my prom. And it happens to star Marlon Brando and Vivian Leigh.)

Alright. Time for lunch, then out for hairdo and makeover.

Sunday, December 07, 2003

Breathe
Pink Floyd, "The Dark Side of the Moon"

For long you live and high you fly
And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be
Death's Echo
W. H. Auden (1907 - 1973)
[Click here to view full poem]

A friend is the old old tale of Narcissus
Not to be born is the best for man
An active partner in something disgraceful
Change your partner, dance while you can.

The greater the love, the more false to its object
Not to be born is the best for man
After the kiss comes the impulse to throttle
Break the embraces, dance while you can.


The desires of the heart are as crooked as corkscrews
Not to be born is the best for man
The second-best is a formal order
The dance's pattern; dance while you can.

Dance, dance, for the figure is easy
The tune is catching and will not stop
Dance till the stars come down from the rafters
Dance, dance, dance till you drop.
This is very amusing. My counter stats reveal that someone hit on my blog after searching, in Google, for the key words "Playing naked" and "sand".

Prom in two days' time. I wonder why I'm dreading it but I am.

Feel very cynical today.

Thursday, December 04, 2003

Read part of Bridget Jones' Diary II at Borders today ^_^ which was pretty funny, though it just repeated a lot of stuff in Diary I (Smug marrieds, Mark Darcy, calorie count obsessions, etc). What really surprised me was the Jude & Vile Richard wedding... (oops, spoiler?), though I didn't see what led up to that. I only read about a third of the book off the front and a few pages off the back, so as to make head and tail of it (har har).

Been thinking seriously about chopping my hair off lately. More specifically, I want to (a) Change my parting (b) Get it layered (c) Lop off 10cm of it. AT LEAST. Wondering whether or not to get it highlighted, as I think red might be nice. And seeing that my hair grows at about the same rate of Father Christmas' beard (i.e. never, because, dear boys and girls, Father Christmas' beard is FAKE. Shhh), the colouring shouldn't grow out for a long time. But it mightn't be wise to cut my hair just as the weather is getting colder.

Am buying the "Art of the Fellowship of the Ring" from Borders. Yay ^_^


Are you NASTY or NICE?

Quiz made by Angela

Mmm I like the picture... ^^

Wednesday, December 03, 2003

Solitaire
Suzanne Vega

Black on the red and the red on the black.
It's a tic of a tired mind.
Come and sit down, won't you try your luck.
See if you unwind.

Never use your threes and twos.
Follow superstition.
Otherwise you are going to lose.
Compulsion makes you listen.

Take what's wrong, and make it go right.
Weave it like a prayer.
Wonder if you you'll spend the night?
Playing solitaire?

Do it again, when you find you're all done.
Like an idiot savant.
Shuffle up your luck. You see, you almost won.
Now wrestle down what you want.

Jack on the Queen, and the ten on the Jack.
It's a happy repetition.
You and your fate in a kind of check-mate.
And you are your only competition.


Take what's wrong, and make it go right.
Weave it like a prayer.
Wonder if you you'll spend the night?
Playing solitaire?