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blueberry pie and ice cream

My Blueberry Nights was absolutely gorgeous. i loved its essence, jazz notes tinkering on the piano, camera angles peeping from behind frosted windows and doorways, as if you were really there observing the characters. the colours – there was every shade, all these strange ones like turquoise and electric purple that you don’t see in films anymore. conversations were brief, and there were all these pauses and looking instead of doing, but that is how real life is, we are more often observers than in action.

the story was very simple, not much action or plot happening. but that is exactly how i liked it; a good old fashioned love-story at its heart.

on another note, i am seriously considering to switching to blogspot even though it sounds so teen and un-cool… wordpress is driving me crazy with its inability to customize how it looks and i am a total bimbo. because looks are VITAL. but i can’t even change the font or the background which is idiotic. i miss atspace, too bad it was so unreliable.

alice in wonderland

for i…

want to be the cigarette that lies in your lips

to be the guitar that caresses your hips

to be the strings that sigh as you slide your fingers over me

you will always be the belle of the ball, at least to me.

i think i am finally getting back into the thick of things, all the work i have to do for the weeks ahead don’t faze me anymore even though they are piling up rapidly. sure there’s numerous projects, presentations – in fact it seems like there is at least one presentation every week – not to mention plenty of design work for pumpfest. but i feel pretty okay, i can still tackle everything and do a good job of it. being busy can be a good thing!

i am proud proud proud, because i finally got down to learning adobe illustrator. it makes me feel that much closer to being a true artist, and it is such a fabulous program once you know how. here’s the latest pumpfest design so far, done by yours truly. they chose the first one, although personally i prefer the second design.

Happy Birthday Mummy!! ((:

Happy Birthday Girls!

two 21st birthday parties back-to-back over the weekend: happy birthday dearest cindy and xueli! both parties were very different in terms of people and food and things to do and style, but i enjoyed myself! most memorable – fangyu’s awful scissors-paper-stone joke that put me in a laughing fit for a good few minutes.

i think cindy is incredibly blessed, her family all showed up and helped out with the party. all the food was cooked by her mum – a mean feat considering the number of guests and variety. there were cousins aunts uncles grandma everywhere, in particular a small eunice who tugged on shimin’s hand everywhere. they are a very close family and it shows, in the way they all laugh, tell each other jokes, snigger at photos, hosted bingo.

one of the best parts was seeing familiar faces i had not seen for very long, people from css and rv like wenyou and andrew. (and yes, i got indian tea! the very finest!) old friends, always funny and always full of banter. even people i have never spoken to in school, suddenly we have camaraderie and things to talk about and questions for each other. it is like css is our bond, it will always be something we have in common and can relate to each other with.

xueli’s party was more laidback and less noisy, with a lot less people. it was good seeing jc friends like cheryl angela peishan weiming moses, not to mention my oldest friend of all ruijun. i think the highlight was the after-party, going to timbre, drinking with a new group of people i have never drunk before. the girls were especially craving for alcohol! it is a slightly weird but good feeling when you do grown-up things and drink with old schoolfriends, suddenly everyone feels different and grownup. but in a comforting kind of way, like we have all grown together.

i am so tired and i don’t know why, i think secretly inside i am more antisocial than i want to admit. i stay perky on weekends when i am alone, curled up reading or watching tv, or even doing homework. one full week in school like this, meeting different people and having to talk, it drives me crazy.

and going shopping twice in a row! oh my god, i like buying pretty things but it is absolutely draining looking for the perfect birthday present. i am not complaining, it is lovely to be invited to parties but what i need now is a one-person holiday on some tropical island. far away from having everyone else’s thoughts intrude on my own

 

Tanya Chua’s performance at Dragonfly was nice! I miss live music – there is a completely different vibe, with guitar strumming, live acoustics, and her voice. The only pity was the crowd – nobody was particularly enthusiastic, and it was waaay too squeezy for comfort. But it was still fun. Must thank Joyce, Yonghan and Fangyu for the tickets!

I read through some of my old blog posts and realize that I almost always sound deliriously happy here. It’s not that I’m not – but crap things do happen weekly and life is not picture-perfect. I just don’t choose to write about those things much; in fact it is not even really a conscious thing, I just do not feel like writing when I am down, does it defeat the purpose of a blog? I don’t know. But writing has always been a sort of affirmation for me: if I record it down, it becomes that much more tangible and real. Maybe if I saw my doubts and fears and insecurities in print, it would make them so much more impossible and hard to accept. Perhaps it’s a good thing I only record happy days honestly, because when I do look back, all the bad memories are never there – and these moments of joy, small bits of happiness, have always been wonderful to read.

“Impossible is never impossible, because I M Possible is within it.” ((:

Glad Days

I loved loved loved these past two evenings; in fact the whole week has been wonderful. Not in the mind-blowing-let’s-get-high kind of way, but in a subtle and beautiful understated manner.

I had dinner with Dineth and Huiyun yesterday; we spent 3 hours in Pizza Hut, dissecting scandals and sex and slightly perverse topics. It was crazy and vulgar, just like the two of them have always been. Tonight: 4 and a half hours with Emilyn, Zhenling and Ruijun in Sakae Sushi over repeated bouts of green tea, sushi, chawanmushi, girlie talk and plenty of giggling. Both dinners were wonderfully stretched out, relaxing but not at all dull, with conversation flowing so freely time completely flew past. I think I have laughed enough worth for a week at least; and it was so cool because I loved all these friends so much, but both sets were completely different in personality and topic and yet I was at ease with both.

I think it is something special about old friendships, that you can not meet up for four years and perhaps the talk is slightly stilted for the first fifteen minutes, but then suddenly words rush in like floodgates that have been released and you are laughing all over again with each other. Like there is an endless amount to say and confess and share, but throughout it all there is this comfort of familiarity. Of knowing each other so well, that they indelibly become a part of you: I was telling Ruijun I will never ever forget her birthday no matter what happens, simply because it has been 8 years. and she felt exactly the same way.

Same too for people like Christin and my clique – my clique has given me so many presents over the years I can no longer keep track, we have met up so much and changed and really grown up together. Tonight made me miss them all much more, but not in the aching-pining way, just in the really grateful way.

And happiness is a funny thing: it infiltrates into everything else. Walking home in the dimly lit roads washed by rain just now, I felt so glad that everything looked glistening and crystalline and translucent – the colours of everything were supersaturated, as if I were in an arthouse movie. I end off this perfect night by my current obsession, a wildly entertaining and catchy Bollywood video. (((:

Atonement

I caught “Atonement” today, starring the ever-gorgeous Keira Knightley. I had no idea it would be such a film – very passionate, old-fashioned, reflective and epic. I loved how it was directed and filmed, especially the first half: music, camera angles, captures of both leads smoking wistfully, of a girl in white falling into deep blue water with swirling seagrass, of green foliage and that essence of summer air.

But I hated the ending. I cried, and left with that hollow sensation of being cheated – I am a big believer of Happily-Ever-Afters and all my books and movies must end that way. Such a childish thing to hold onto, but I want everything to end in happiness and sunshine and warmth; it leaves me with that much more faith in the world, even if it is not realistic.

Oh and corny as it is, I was very touched today when I dropped the ham from my croissant and you sneaked off, pretending to go to the toilet but actually buying a brand new croissant just so I could have a new piece of ham, the best part, and it was delicious.