the story will resume

Automated Message from The Gmail Phantom

2010-02-22T04:03:00.000-08:00

Please remember to sign out of your gmail account after logging into it on someone else's computer, or a public computer.

Thank you.

-The Gmail Phantom

they named the baby elvis

2009-03-22T05:33:00.000-07:00

This isn't me being emo. I'm not depressed right now, honest. I'm just defying everything I should be doing. I never realised it but homework does change us. That huge weight we feel on our shoulders isn't always there, it's just homework. It's the dread of school, debate, work. There are a million and one things I have to do now. But I'm not going to let it win. I'm not going to let it ruin everything else I do. I will get to it, I will finish it, but it won't stop me from blogging, eating, enjoying myself. Not even on the Sunday before school. It can't do that to me. This is me committing to a late night. But this is also me committing to relaxing and talking to people and telling everyone how much I love them. It isn't worth all of that.To prove this I shall....insert a OTH video! I'd talk about SCMUN and the CAPpers or debate but that's for another time.

Ah screw it, can't find it. I'm watching HOUSE now. Nevermind.

the fan whirring

2009-01-14T07:48:00.000-08:00

Some really blogworthy things passed me by.

1. OTH 6x13: Brooke vs. Attacker-->I need to do a full commentary on this at a later date.
2. A tiny tiny snippet of a conversation I had with Joy that I'm too lazy to put up.

Hmm..I owe a teacher a half-baked written commentary tomorrow. At the airport. A tad obssessive? Definitely. On her part, not mine. I don't have the fortitude to finish it, nor do I have the ability to forget on purpose. The worst case? I write it out on the plane..Urgh.

You know what? I'm supposed to be leaving for what's virtually an extended holiday tomorrow and I'm worrying about a written commentary.

People: I'm going to Hanoi/Halong Bay kthxbai!

what the buck

2009-01-08T04:59:00.000-08:00

There was no New Year Post. There was no I'm-back-and-I'm-dead-tired post. This is the I'm-back-dead-tired-and-to-busy-with-debate-to-tell-you-anything-but-that-I'm-still-alive.

i cannot drive the streets at night

2008-12-17T18:07:00.000-08:00

I'm back. These three days have been draining. VERY DRAINING. Mentorship submission and workshop late-sleeping has compounded, resulting in black circles. I won't be sleeping on the flight either, so I'll probably look like a zombie once jetlag hits me. The workshop got progressively better but I haven't written much, except for some snippets, though they may have potential. But then again, I didn't write during CAP either. It may just be how I work. I've been toying with the idea of writing exclusively in forms for some time because I'm very insensitive to things like meter. Or maybe I'm just not consciously sensitive. Whichever the case, it needs to change. My fear is that I just won't write. Maybe I should try it out in India.

But I've digressed. John Mateer was helpful to extents. But just being in such a poetry-saturated environment again might have helped. God, people write so amazingly! I want to take the breath away from people the way they did for me.

After it ended yesterday, we(CAPpers) went for the poetry readings at Books Actually. Of course, between Grange Road and Ann Siang, there was lazing at BK, switching across all 3 MRT lines, and walking. This is probably the first time I've been to a small bookshop like Books Actually. I liked it, and I probably could spend hours there, but there were too many people yesterday. The readings were a hit-and-miss affair. Yi-Sheng was there too. His reading was alright, but there was this moment where I felt so incredibly in awe of him. I think it's a sort of projection of myself. AC boy, poetry, young, talented, published, attractive. It's a mix of what I am and I what I want to be.

These few days have been much like CAP, in that I'm so in love with the CAPpers now. O.o. That sounded so gay. But it's true! I got closer to people I wasn't close to, and wow, there are so many amazing people. Whilst writing this, these last 3 days have been getting progressively more lovely in my head.

I've been thinking of bringing my laptop to India. No wireless and my Mum will probably scream over the pointlessness and the additional burden of taking care of it, but I just might.

Which brings me to the last thing: India. I'm leaving today, and I won't be back till Jan. I will miss being free and unobliged, but I'm looking forward to seeing everyone again. Especially Babulbhai, I haven't seen him in...two years? I will miss my birthday here, again, but that's an annual regret. I will also come back to school late, but let's hope that changes this year. I'll be there for a shorter time than ever but I'm going to miss it here more than ever. It might be because of all that's happened year. It might be because it's Sec 2, by far the most awesome year. But, urgh, I'm contemplating all of this too early. I'll leave such thinking for a New Year post. But yes, I'll miss you guys, and I'll say bye now, 6hrs prematurely!

nothing

2008-12-11T08:10:00.000-08:00

I'm exhausted and probably won't be grammatical in this post. I'm dead tired and waiting for Aaron's email. Joy's being incredibly sweet and waiting with. I'm so sleepy.

silence ii.

2008-11-28T07:15:00.000-08:00

Now my dad tried to make me feel calmer by telling me all of this is not important and I don't need to stress. Honestly, thanks dad, but that didn't help. Right now I don't need any distractions. I need to finish what needs to be done and go to sleep. Sleep is what I need now. Not because I'm tired I'm fucking stress-adrenalin high but because I need sleep to forget and dream.

The reason I'm distracting myself by blogging right now because this is the most powerful emotion I've felt for some time and I need to record a moment where things became about me.

This may not make any sense to you right now. It might just seem like emo ranting uncharacteristic of me. It means more right now but in the larger scale of things, it isn't. But it means something NOW.

silence.

2008-11-28T07:04:00.000-08:00

I am so incredibly stressed out I cannot be bothered to say anything about the cruise or anything about anything!

My handphone battery is utterly destroyed which effectively destroys my lifeline to the world and my ease of movement. My mum is leaving for India on Tuesday and I cannot believe such a shit is happening NOW.

I forgot my fucking charger at the debate room. Oh god, this is such an inconvenience and it feels like a time limit on how long I can work on debate stuff. I've transferred everything to my PC, but this is not the shit I need now.

And debate.

This shit better be fucking worth it tomorrow.

i don't pop my cork for every guy i see

2008-10-18T08:18:00.000-07:00

Hey Cecilia,
I know I haven't posted in ages and I won't make excuses. Though honestly, there were some blogworthy moments..I just kinda lost them..^^..Today, though, must be blogged about.

MGS U-14s
After an exciting situation involving cream pants, the first debate started. Prepped debate so it was a smart case, but it needed more engagement on our side. Got through it, and aced the impromptu motion.The finals debate was exhilarating in the 1/2 hr prep for a prepped motion. Still, Ian and Noel pulled through and had fine speeches. I'm really happy with how I performed, and am really looking forward to improving and getting better.

Thank you to Michael, Joshua(our homie from da ghetto), Sam Cheam, Paul, Lloyd, Craw, Walter, Nishad, Ryan and everyone that came down including the Sec 1s! Really, just thank you.

Sigh..I sound so incredibly unpersonable while blogging. Must delve into it further. Anyway, I just watched Stardust with my family. It's awesome. Captain Shakespeare+Spectacular Spectacular=Win

how you gonna breathe with no air

2008-09-14T03:42:00.000-07:00

Sigh. I haven't posted in ages, for one simple reason: I couldn't be bothered. As in, I had no genuine desire to post. Anyway, this weekend has been a terrible one in its awesomeness. If you were to stare at that sentence long enough, I'm sure it makes sense. Essentially, I haven't gotten ANYTHING done this weekend, which shouldn't be the case. I feel so bad. Well, no time for wallowing. I did, however, read Cyril Wong's tilting our plates to catch the light.

WOW. It's utter genius in it's layered nature. The way he weaved reinterpreted Indian mythology and the narrative about the couple is just breathtaking.

He turns to the godess
and says in a whisper
that melts the moon's edge
with its tenderness,

will we be happy, time
cartwheeling through the hoop of us?

soon enough

2008-08-12T02:09:00.000-07:00

Heh...Geoff tagged me with this cutesy meme thing last month and I didn't realize until now...Oh well, it's pointless meme time!

Oops..It seems that I have forgotten to put in the rules for this mememethinks (geddit?) that I'm supposed to use the first letter of my name and answer those stuffsiez. Oh, and I can't use my name for question 2 or 3.

1) 4 LETTER WORD: Rolf(Wait that isn't a word)..Ride! aha! I knew I could do it.
2) BOY NAME: hmm..damn it, I can't find a name that I like. Rumpelstiltskin! Yes, that's an awesome name!
3) GIRL NAME: Rebecca!
4) OCCUPATION: wRiter(The double-u is silent!)
5) A COLOR:Rust on my braces from your acid tongue and words.(it's in between burgundy and crimson)
6) SOMETHING YOU WEAR: Really shmekshy tees.
7) BEVERAGE: R.....ibena?
8) FOOD: Raisin Scones! I'm a pretentious englishman, yeah?
9) SOMETHING FOUND IN A BATHROOM: Rohan. His masters keep him in the tub.
10) A PLACE: Rwanda. What? Oh so I'm not allowed to use the R-nation-that-suffered-from-one-of-the-worst genocides-ever,huh?
11) REASON FOR BEING LATE: Really bad hair day.
12) SOMETHING YOU SHOUT: Rasengan!
13) A SHOW THAT YOU WATCH: can I please cheat on this one?
Heh..That was actually kinda hard. Or maybe finding a meme hard is just the lowest point of stupidity one can achieve. Nevermind!

I choose you! 1. Pikachu
2. Cheryl
3. Nadia-I doubt she'd see this though
4. Avery

fall aslep with the tv on

2008-08-04T07:12:00.000-07:00

Dearest Cecillia,
I'm sorry I haven't written in so long. Once more, I've lost all those wonderful blog-worthy moments that speckle my life. I must, however, gush about The Dark Knight

GUSHGUSHGUSHGUSHGUSHGUSHGUSH

Okay, now onto proper gushing. The best superhero movie ever for a few reasons:

1. Themes
The only superhero movie that made it about more than the superhero. USA's ethical battle with internal security, privacy, torture and negotiating with terrorists is masterfully woven into the story. While sometimes you lose touch with the fact that it's about Batman, it can be forgiven considering how they've updated the superhero to today.

2. Action
It was slick. My favourite sequence was the finale where Batman's saving hostages, disarming hostiles and SWAT teams and getting up to the Joker to save to boats full of people. With sonar vision. Told you he was god!

3. Plot
Very very clever. Very nice plot twists. Very nice ending

4. Acting.
No weak performances. Just exceptionally strong ones. Maggie G's character was a little superfluous earlier on in the movie, though she was considerably better than ANOTHER red-haired-love-interest we know. And way less annoying. But then again, Mary Jane is not a good benchmark.

5. Joker
I could have put this in acting but I, like the rest of the world, must salivate about Heath's performance. The effort put into finding that perfect voice, posture and characteristics isn't evident because it comes off as so natural. Onscreen, he IS the scary, anarchic, unrepentant psychopath that makes you shiver, cower, curse and watch the entire movie again. I wish there was more of him onscreen and less of his grand schemes, but I know that that would imbalance that 2 hr-wonder. sigh. I'm entitled to wishing right?

So, now that I can no longer be subjected to the guilt of not watching it, it's time to play the bully. HAHA, NOOBS WHO HAVENT WATCHED IT!

Your hair was long when we first met

2008-07-09T05:29:00.000-07:00

Dearest Cecilia,
Sorry for posting so late, my sweet. I know I haven't posted about my holidays or hong kong like I promised to. But I shall not, especially now, when the euphoria is not as vivid and clear. There are a few significant or interesting or serendipitous events, discoveries and realizations that I've had recently.

1. CAP
Sure, you've heard me gush before. But I cannot tell all of you how much it's changed me.
2. Pears+Red Wine+Cloves+Orange Rind+Cinammon=Dreams of running through sugary fields of happiness
3. Ian McEwan=Awesome, no matter what.
4. IP Symposium
It's been the usual: Nondescript. What is appreciated about it though, is the fact that it came right after my CAP portfolio was due. The rest was sorely needed. I did get a few really cool books from the library after the Science Centre trip. A Collection of Short Stories by Fyodor Dosvoetsky, Fred and Edie by Jill Dawson and Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami. Looking forward to them!
5. REGINA SPEKTOR

Listen to the way she sings "I have to go, I have to go". It chokes me up.

baby there's no air

2008-06-23T02:57:00.000-07:00

Dearest Cecilia,
I'm back from Hong Kong and back in school. I know I haven't blogged much about my holidays but let me tell all of you that it's because of you that this holiday was so fufilling and so much awesome fun! I will post about Hong Kong soon..Once I do a little retouching of the photos I took there. I don't have anything new written that I could post, as much as I want to write, I'm dry...Sigh...Multiple fullstops is a sign that I'm running out of steam here. Once more, thank you guys(especially all you CAPPERS) for making this a great holiday!

just a beautiful liar

2008-06-16T08:14:00.000-07:00

Hello Cecilia and loves!
Hmmm. Holidays are ending soon and there's been a lot going on that I haven't covered but I think I'll leave that for a post next Sunday. Here to say "goodbye my lovers, goodbye my friends, you have been the one, you have been the one for me". If some of you lovely poppies(it's such a cute term) are blur or uninformed, I'm leaving for Hong Kong/Macau with my family tomorrow and will only be coming on Sunday. I'm so sorry to be missing loads of stuff such as Wenhui's birthday party and Bowling with the DB8ers but I know I'm going to have a kickass time there! Sigh.. I think I sound so dry in what I've written above. I must be a personality-less blogger. Oh well. Oh and because Gregory Alva Eoin Ng browbeat me into sticking to my writing commitments for the day, I wrote my first love poem. It sounds different from the way I usually write(cuz of you and Greg, JOY!)my poems, but I love it to bits. I think I shall give it to you people as a little token gift for bothering to read this.

The Morning After

I.

The messy sheets I’m sprawled under
Are the colour of your absence,
They feel like black cherries
Staining our fingers, faces,
Facts. An escape from summer
Heat.

The heat that isn’t
On your side of the bed.

Unmade sheets are stories
But your chapter is uncreased
and neat. Unwritten.
Or maybe, the blank page
writes enough.

The blank page you filled.

II.

The messy sheets I wish you were
under, would feel like
a secret whispered before dinner.
The air’d smell of childish conspiracy
and elated silence.
We know what happened and no
one else does.

It’s our little secret,
What happened last night
‘tween the messy sheets
I wish you were under

III.

The messy sheets we were under
felt like the hangover.
The regret for the night before
overpowers the stench of alcohol

There’s something to be said.
If the words would only condense
into my grasp. But they’re
quite content remaining just
out of my grasp.

The words will come later,
an aftermath to the tidal
shock you left in your wake

And they’ll keep me company
Under your messy sheets,
That ring too loudly of you.

Hmm..That's it for today and possibly the rest of the week. Gosh, I really do sound personality-less. Best get off as soon as possible and start searching for that personality. I'm sure I uploaded it to my phone....

Seeya guys(and Cecilia!)

one night to push and sway

2008-06-07T23:17:00.000-07:00

Drop a tag and:

1. I'll respond with something random about you
2. I'll challenge you to try something
3. I'll pick a colour that I associate with you
4. I'll tell you something I like about you
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of
7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your blog

I got this adorable list thing from Joy. I'll answer it for anyone who drops a tag. Joy answered mine.

1. Twiggy boy.
2. Flirt outrageously with Crawshaw the next time you see him. :D OR wear a Sari for the next CAP outing.
3. Yellow. Like the ACS tie yellow.
4. Dude, you are hilarious.
5. The infamous moment when you stood up and confessed to stalking Greg's blog.
6. A MANDRAKE. Which isn't really an animal but looks like one.
7. Eh got develop any crush over the course of CAP or not? ;D

So drop a tag, my pretties!

Cheryl

1. Mummy!
2. Talk ghetto with Greg
3. Tan
4. Your the greatest MUMMY ever! No, seriously, your super patient regardless of how annoying I am(in child persona or out of child persona)
5. The first day of workshops, we were sitting together for tea
6. A cute lion that roars like it doesn't mean it.
7. Hmmm. Is there some freudian logic behind why you like being a mummy?

Annabeth
1. Bubbles!
2. I dunno..really.
3. NUS HIGH SCHOOL uniform green
4. Your really comfortable with who you are
5. The time we were playing round robin games and you told me you like girls
6. A bushbaby
7. Aargh! Every question I ask you, you'll be open about, so it's no fun! Oh well, how far have you gone with anyone?

Cassie

1.(argh.. in this case there are a lots of words that come to mind)
FIERCE! HOOGA-SHAKA-CAVEMAN! FASHIONISTA!
2.Do a runway show in front of everyone at Fort Canning!
(not so hard, cuz everyone will be goofing off there)
3. Purple. Standard purple
4. Your great fun to be around with
5. The OG games, judging by your -_-" face, I thought you would be the unfriendly/bitchy kind. BUT I WAS WRONG -hugs-
6. A caveman! with a long fringe!
7. What do you want to be?

a fish that has a secret wish

2008-06-06T21:16:00.001-07:00

Most Fruitful Yuki is by far the most amazing Pregnant-Superhero-In-Japanese-Schoolgirl -Uniform-For-Fetishists archetype nonexistent manga character ever. She has inspired me to come up with similar cool manga characters.

1. Gasumi of the Ghetto!
"Yo wassup homie-san!"
2. Tatsuki the Tranny Fashionista!
I sense a new fetish!
3. Liru the Lisping Femme Fatale
"Hewwo Hassome"

Sigh. can't think of anymore

the flower said I wish I was a tree

2008-06-06T06:54:00.000-07:00

CONGRATULATIONS CASSANDRA SIM FOR LEARNING THE BOTTLE GAME!
MAY YOU ATTAIN THE GRACE AND !FIERCENESS OF A EXPERT BOTTLE GAMER IN THE NEAR FUTURE!
Yours sincerely,
Your appreciative fangirling-reciever
Rohan

WEEHOO! UH-WEEHOO!

2008-06-04T06:58:00.000-07:00

A convo on Sunday or Saturday, between me and Xin Yi. I must confess, I forgot about it..

A TREE AS AN ALLEGORY FOR CAP

Xin Yi says:
eh i cant help it, what litle intelligence i have was sucked up by CAP

Hope is the Denial of Reality says:
where got? ure intelligence is supposed to blossom into a beautiful flower after CAP!

Xin Yi says:
eh it just wilted into a pile of rotting petals leh

Hope is the Denial of Reality says:
have no fear! together we will nourish it into a beautiful rafflesia of inspiration

Xin Yi says:
and water it everyday with the nourishing juice of creativity

Hope is the Denial of Reality says:
and plant it in the manure of healing silence

Xin Yi says:
fertilize it with the awe inspiring brillance of crawshaw's cateering

Xin Yi says:
*catering

Hope is the Denial of Reality says:
and spray it with the pesticide of chu ting and mamidi's night checks

Xin Yi says:
prune it with nadia's (non) funny jokes

Hope is the Denial of Reality says:
and then...deforest it with the last day of CAP08..

Xin Yi says:
sob

Cry Xin Yi. Cry all you want. NO ONE'S GOING TO HEAR YOU! HAHA OWNDZORZ! :p

such lovely polka dots and stripes these days?

2008-06-03T04:26:00.000-07:00

Hello Cee, CAPpers and all!
I need to blog. But nothing signinficant is happening. Debate camp is on, but nothing blogworthy. So I shall stick in a random short story I wrote for my CAP portfolio. Criticism is always appreciated.

-------~~~~----~~~~

The bartender placed the champagne flute onto its stand and twirled the cloth around index finger. It was twenty minutes before his shift would end and the bar was empty. He could cut corners a little. As he walked from behind the counter, a man stumbled in, legs unbalanced and arms limp. Drunk, depressed or both, the bartender decided, quickly figuring out the suited man.

“A scotch on the rocks” the man slurred a little at the end, though still coherent. The bartender looked at the clock, then sighed. He didn’t have much to look forward to, except a hard couch. He and Sarah hadn’t slept in the same room for a month now. He handed the man a glass of orange juice and informed him, rather unnecessarily, “You’re drunk.” The man smiled into his orange juice, staring at his skewed reflection.

“What’s your name?” the man asked, looking up to face the bartender.

“Gabriel”

“Like the angel? That’s a good Catholic name. Honest, like a man who’d keep to his promises. You’re that kind of man, aren’t you, Gabriel? I can see it in your eyes.” Gabriel flinched slightly. It wasn’t like he believed the man. It was the way he said it, suddenly sober and earnest. Unsure of what to say, he mumbled something about not being anything like an angel. The man chuckled, and downed half of the juice.

“Tell me, Gabriel, have you ever been in a confession box? I’ve sinned tonight, and I need a priest.” He paused. “Will you be my priest tonight, Gabriel?”

Gabriel hadn’t been to church since he was eight. His parents had never bothered to pretend that they believed in God and so he never felt the need either. But besides that, this man confused, even scared him. Whatever this man had done, he’d rather not know.

“Father, forgive me for I have sinned tonight,” the man started, pausing expectantly.

“Tell me of your sins.”

The man cupped his hands around the glass with his eyes closed, almost as in prayer.

“I killed a woman tonight, Lord. I was sleeping with her although we were both married. She was so beautiful when she slept, her bare legs tangled in mine. Her skin would be flushed with the glow of our sex and the moonlight would be dancing off her plump lips.”

The man paused to take off his hat and Gabriel caught a glimpse of the thinning ring of hair on the man’s head. This man sounded so truthful, but drunkards played stupid pranks sometimes. He would know.

“I gave her everything I could, told her I’d leave my family for her but she didn’t want me to. So I stopped giving. I didn’t stop loving, just stopped giving. She called me last night and told me she’d give my wife pictures of us together, unless I kept my gifts coming. I loved that bitch! But instead, she was married to that bastard, and was blackmailing me!” the man growled. clutching the glass as the orange juice shook violently, and Gabriel drew back. He could still get home to Sarah before she fell asleep and this would never have happened. No, he had made a promise to this man.

“So I went tonight, with the key she’d given me. I saw her as she slept, naked and bathed in the moonlight and the summer heat, just waiting for me. I took the pillow upon which I had lain so many times, and I smothered her beautiful face in my memory. I imagined her gasping for air, those moonlight-kissed lips spluttering and her eyes popping out. Her husband would have reached home. He will find his wife dead, and that makes me so happy.

For these hateful thoughts and sinful actions, I ask for your forgiveness, Lord.”

The man sat silently for a while. Gulping down the rest of his orange juice, he placed the glass down slowly. As the man picked up his hat and calmly adjusted it, Gabriel wondered why he wasn’t reaching for the phone. Instead he stood still, palms sweaty, eyes still wide open, watching the man walk past the tables to the stairs. What did he feel? Sympathy, fear, revulsion? What should he feel? Everything? Nothing, he decided as he curled into an emotional foetus, protected from the bombardment of emotions. But one question remained.

“Why me?” he called to the silhouette of the man in the suit as it reached for the door.

“I told you. I could see it in your eyes”

Gabriel stared at the door, as though the man remained there. Forcing himself to look away, he averted his attention to the glass the man had left. He rinsed it under the tap, distracting himself with the swirling movements of orange pulp in water. But the man came back, complete in hat and suit, with the words ringing like sirens. He was like a baboon, clinging to his back, unwilling to be shaken off. If only he could forget. Forget! He fiercely told himself. Still there. Forget, forget, FORGET!

He snatched the keys off the counter, chanting his mantra to himself, blocking out the haunting imprint the man had left on him. Flicking the lights off, he charged up the stairs, to find an officer pulling open the door.

“Mr. Abbot?” the policeman offered, tentatively, as though he hoped he was the wrong person.

“Yes?”

The officer cleared his throat. “Your wife Sarah was found dead in your bedroom an hour ago. Neighbours said they saw an unfamiliar man enter your residence. Preliminary reports suggest that it was death by asphyxiation. This may be hard, but do you have anyone you would suspect?”

“I don’t know.” He forgot.
------~~~~~~

you are my crawshaw/to the sound of______/the echoes of the best time of my life

2008-05-31T08:26:00.000-07:00

Dearest Cecilia and CAPpers,
I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU ALL.
I'LL WAIT FOR YOU.
COME BACK TO ME.

The fact that CAP got me quoting Atonement again makes clear the awesomeness of CAP. I shan't bother with describing it, because I won't do it any justice. Let it suffice to say that. In tribute of CAP, I've come up with one of the cool list things. Spread away!

YOU KNOW YOU'RE SUFFERING FROM CAPwithdrawl when:
1. You wake up later than 12 the morning after
2. You rush because you think you're late
3. You go gaga over the rows of Twiggies in Cold Storage
4. You create a Facebook account just to join CAP Alumni
5. You play the bottle game with yourself in the bathroom
6. You laugh at people in their faces for not knowing the bottle game
7. You cry when no one thinks the bottle game is impressive
8. You wonder why everyone shies away from hugs
9. You want to stay in NUS forever
10. You sing "You are my crawshaw" to yourself to sleep
11. You search Kinokuniya for all the books by the plenary speakers
12. You're nodding to yourself while reading this!

we drive through the farmland

2008-05-24T18:28:00.000-07:00

Harlo Cecilia and sudden influx of taggerz,
Got nothing significant to blog about. Going for Indy 4 at 12 with my condo friends. Will be leaving for CAP tomorrow morning, and therefore will not exist for the next week. Vaguely exciting, meeting new people, potential friends.

A quick note: A lot of people have been asking about Cecilia and my blog introduction. It is agreeable that it is misleading and therefore I shall elucidate. The intro is a quote from the book/movie Atonement. It is relatively clear that I am not "The man who, with the clarity of passion made love to you in the library". For the sake of the curious Cecilia is played by Kiera Knightley in the movie. Hrmm...I'm rambling..Will post again once I'm back.

you cut me open

2008-05-17T20:36:00.000-07:00

Harlo Cecilia,
I had my debate competition quarters, semis and grand finals yesterday. But before that, onto friday. Got results, did very well, happy with myself. Later on in the day, we had this school invasion tour thing, two bands came + some random RJs from 987FM. I don't really listen to the radio. Anyway, they were pretty good, but it was just the whole idea of a "concert" in school that was strange. Anyway, got their sample CD and a concert ticket for the next day but I didn't go cuz no one else was coming with me. T_T..

Anyway, after school we had debate which ended at 7.40..Reached home at 8.15 and slacked off till 9.30...Rehearsed and timed my speech a few more times and finished some other things that needed finishing. Slept at 11.30, exhausted after debate and the prospect of having to debate the next day.

Anyway, woke up at 6.40 the next day. Bathe, wore my blazer(I love the formal attire. It's so shmexy) and left for RJC. The first debate started at 9.30 and we did very well. We won and I got best speaker. After all the problems with my speech, timing, etc, I was really happy that I got it right. So with that, onto semis, facing HCI. I was Prop 1, and although we had set up an extremely smart case, I screwed up my speech, screwing up my team. HCI was worse, but they still won. In my opinion, it was because of their style. They had a stupid case IMO, but sounded like they were winning, and therefore won. Letting my team down was depressing, but in some respects I was glad we didnt have to prepare a complete case over lunch. It wasn't us losing so close to finals that upset me but more about how we lost both impromptu rounds. I don't think it's because of our cases but more about stylistically. I need to improve my style. During impromptus, I sound like a flustered P4, and I'm not like that. I'm not a nervous unconfident person. I need to change that. Regardless, me and noel got ranked 8th and 5th respectively. During the prize-giving, the most hilarious thing happened. When HCI lost, Max, Avery, Isaac and every AC guy sitting at the back shouted yes. Noel and I were in front cause we had gotten our prizes, but it was damn loud and everyone turned to face them.

After the entire session though, in fear of getting screwed over by Michael, Max, Walter, Noel and I went up to HCI to congratulate them. Isaac and Avery had ran off to J8 in fear of conflict. Cowards. Anyway after making pleasant convo with them. having a choclate eclair and staining Max's shoe in the process, Max, Walter and I head off to J8 to meet Ave and Isaac. Met this Xinmin guy Li Ren who was with Ave there. Spent the last remnants of the money I had for the month on a scone and a white choclate dream ice blended, which wasn't nice. Was there with them until 6, when me and Walter left. Took the 156 back home with Walter and spent the remainder of the day slacking and resisting the urge to fall asleep.

ransom notes keep falling out your mouth

2008-04-21T23:18:00.000-07:00

Dearest Cecilia/ non-existent reader,
Hello. I killed my old blog, and then ran off with this one. Her name is going to be Cecilia. Yes, she does have a name. Why do you ask? Also, I have shed the mr188 persona, though i dont know why.

Another thing you may want to know is that my url is a quote from Atonement. I can't find the exact wording in the book and i don't want to use the movie version but it is a beautiful quote. Beautiful movie and book. I could go on about why it's amazing but i'll leave that for another post. Also, I found it very appropriate to use as one of the motifs for my blog because of the writing being a key element in the book/movie. I actually spent a lot of time figuring out what my url/skin/etc was going to be. Sigh..Gavin Ang just went back to collect something from the staffroom. Will post soon.
Buh-bye