since im taking a break from my hideous shakespeare essay (i've been bullshitting for the whole morning and all i have is 1200 words!!!) i shall talk about..more shakespeare..haha..
so yesterday me and michele decided to skip interactive media lecture to go to the library and borrow a copy of Prospero's Books, which is an adaptation of shakespeare's the tempest, and watch it for the purpose of michele's presentation and class. since we were kinda running out of time, michele proceeded to watch it first while i ran off to the book section to try and get some useful books for my essay. upon returning, i got the most alarming shock in my life. i saw heaps of naked people parading on the television screen. i kid you not. it was horrible! it was scary! and it was most distasteful! my gosh. i dont know how explicit i should be in my description here (there might be little kids reading my blog..you never know..they could have you sued!) but it was so bad it was traumatizing!!! go ask michele if you dont believe me..i was really thankful for the break my eyes needed when we had to stop the show halfway to go for tutorial...
the second part of the show was anything but better..still the same..still all these naked people, both men and women, walking around in the buff..tsk..i was commenting to michele that they must have hired these people from a nudist colony or somthing..i mean..how can so many people walk around naked with each other and not feel weird? sheesh..it wasnt just these naked people that was bad..there was eerie extremely high-pitched the-glass-could-shatter type of singing by this spirit creature, weird and creepy dancing and people with so much body paint they look like things from the netherworld (but i suppose that was the point). it didnt help that the video was old so the colour was like yellowish and dirty. the whole thing is just disturbing. and the best part is.....................its considered a classic. bah.
well. at least the sushi buffet later made up for the traumatizing 2hours and 10minutes. haha. by the time me and mish got there we were both starving and the first few plates were eaten without much conversation exchanged. hahahahaha. two starving uni students. hurhur. was really fun. we managed to come up with our story for thur's visual comm class but the sketches..are..not done..hahahahaha..and we tried coming up with a sadistic alternative. hurhur. yeah..we ate about 35 plates? not bad..haha..and i realise the only sushi i ate was the salmon, tuna and unagi (these two courtesy of michele, i didnt order it) and the rest were like the fried stuff..ahahhaa..many horriblez...
walked down to bugis street later since we were in desperate need to some digesting..michele went to buy earrings for her HANDS people and we had a hard time choosing..hahah..i bought two pairs for myself..yeah..havent bought any since so so long..cause after i came back from bangkok..everything here seems so expensive..hahaha..yeah..and i bought a belt..for only 8bucks!!! they were selling the same thing at the NUS arts bazaar for $12.90...and i thought that was cheap..tsk..i felt so cheated..but happy nonetheless..hurhur..
alright..think i better get back to my essay..tsk..this week is going to be a crazy week..so many deadlines! im drowning in them! ahhhhh! haha..but im looking forward to sunday cause that's when im going with amanda and jim to check out the Manhattan Fish Market at PS..heard too many rave reviews..and of course..more importantly..waiting for jy's internet to be up and running again..
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Saturday, March 25, 2006
the above is how my paper, containing the poem i need to work on for my essay, looks like after i've attempted to analyse it.
not bad for something done within 30minutes and at 10am while im still half-awake.
haha.
but i'm too lazy to actually put everything into an essay.
*bleah.
lazy lah.
haha.
essay-ing is much much tougher than scribbling.
instead, ive been wandering around the internet.
and i found out that the bible actually has quite cool names:
Ariel (Hebrew) - Ezra 8:16 - altar; light or lion of God.
Leah (Hebrew) - Gen. 29:16 - weary; tired.
Jael (Hebrew) - Judges 4:17 - one that ascends.
Myra (Greek) - Acts 27:5 - I flow; pour out; weep.
Olive (Latin) - Gen. 8:11 - fruitfulness; beauty; dignity.
Sapphira (English) - Acts 5:1 - that relates or tells.
Talitha (Aramaic)- Mark 5:41 - little girl; young woman.
Abner (Hebrew) - 1 Sam. 14:50 - father of light.
Asher (Hebrew) - Gen. 30:13 - happiness.
Ezra (Hebrew) - Ezra 7:1 - help; court.
Jairus (Hebrew) - Mark 5:22 - my light; who diffuses light.
Javan (Hebrew) - Gen. 10:2 - deceiver; one who makes sad.
Joash (Hebrew) - Judges 6:11 - who despairs or burns.
Joses (Hebrew) - Matt. 27:56 - raised; who pardons.
Shem (Hebrew) - Gen. 5:32 - name; renown.
i cant say much for some of the meanings though.
hurhur.
(Hur (Hebrew) - Exodus 17:10 - liberty; whiteness; hole.)
(hahahah! there's even a guy called HUR!)
(ok. i shldnt be laughing at other people's name.)
(hur.)
okok.
im back to doing everything else but my essay.
haha.
why am i not even vaguely surprised.
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Saturday, March 18, 2006
what amanda said yesterday in the train is starting to make sense.
there's a danger in being caught in between the really rich and the really poor.
i consider myself really well-to-do.
as my brother put it once, he said his friends called him "a semi-rich man's son" which makes me "a semi-rich man's daughter".
which i feel is as apt and as accurate a description one can get to.
i have everything i need.
i have just about everything i want.
my idea of being broke is having $200 in my bank account.
and $600 in another account nonetheless.
i complain im broke but i still am able to fork out money to pay for my school books, top up my ezlink card, buy myself a pair of levis and an exhorbitantly priced zara skirt and still have enough to spend on an expensive dinner for a friend's birthday.
perhaps im stuck.
stuck in a very very weird rut.
i know the value of money in the sense i dont spend till im flat broke and emptied out.
but yet i dont know the value in the sense that i am willing to spend so much on others and on myself.
its just a very strange balance isnt it, the very idea of a strange balance being oxymoronic.
money is something i am careful about and am mindful of my budget.
but yet i spend, and spend, and spend and spend and spend.
you get the idea.
its affecting me.
its affecting others.
so do i wise up and shut up about it?
keep the money issues to myself?
psycho myself into realising that $200 left in the bank is not nearly close to being considered "broke"?
i really dunno.
those of you who think i can survive on a life less than what im living now,
hands up!
there's a danger in being caught in between the really rich and the really poor.
i consider myself really well-to-do.
as my brother put it once, he said his friends called him "a semi-rich man's son" which makes me "a semi-rich man's daughter".
which i feel is as apt and as accurate a description one can get to.
i have everything i need.
i have just about everything i want.
my idea of being broke is having $200 in my bank account.
and $600 in another account nonetheless.
i complain im broke but i still am able to fork out money to pay for my school books, top up my ezlink card, buy myself a pair of levis and an exhorbitantly priced zara skirt and still have enough to spend on an expensive dinner for a friend's birthday.
perhaps im stuck.
stuck in a very very weird rut.
i know the value of money in the sense i dont spend till im flat broke and emptied out.
but yet i dont know the value in the sense that i am willing to spend so much on others and on myself.
its just a very strange balance isnt it, the very idea of a strange balance being oxymoronic.
money is something i am careful about and am mindful of my budget.
but yet i spend, and spend, and spend and spend and spend.
you get the idea.
its affecting me.
its affecting others.
so do i wise up and shut up about it?
keep the money issues to myself?
psycho myself into realising that $200 left in the bank is not nearly close to being considered "broke"?
i really dunno.
those of you who think i can survive on a life less than what im living now,
hands up!
Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove...
- william shakespeare, sonnet 116
Friday, March 17, 2006
Thank God for...
mummy and daddy who sent me and michele to school today.
for michele's generosity and creativity that i have a new pair of shoes.
allowing my shakespeare presentation to go smoothly given how paranoid i was about it.
a delicious lunch that's cheap and good.
the programme to finally work so that michele could open her file for visual comm class.
constructive feedback during visual comm class to improve on my greeting card.
bus 16 that arrived in time and that we were able to board it so we wouldnt be late for the show.
the usher that helped us find our seats.
the yummy subway dinner that filled us up during the disney on ice performance.
the amount of fun and enjoyment jim had today.
bus 11 to finally arrive so we could get to kallang mrt station.
the bus 51 to arrive shortly after i reached the bus stop.
seeing me home safely.
(:
mummy and daddy who sent me and michele to school today.
for michele's generosity and creativity that i have a new pair of shoes.
allowing my shakespeare presentation to go smoothly given how paranoid i was about it.
a delicious lunch that's cheap and good.
the programme to finally work so that michele could open her file for visual comm class.
constructive feedback during visual comm class to improve on my greeting card.
bus 16 that arrived in time and that we were able to board it so we wouldnt be late for the show.
the usher that helped us find our seats.
the yummy subway dinner that filled us up during the disney on ice performance.
the amount of fun and enjoyment jim had today.
bus 11 to finally arrive so we could get to kallang mrt station.
the bus 51 to arrive shortly after i reached the bus stop.
seeing me home safely.
(:
Saturday, March 11, 2006
sometimes having too many options can backfire.
they say that "variety is the spice of life"but perhaps variety can make like a little too hot to handle.
two nights ago i casually brought up the idea of me doing my honours overseas after im done with NUS next year.
and today during lunch with mum she brought it up again and it really got me thinking about it.
she said that it's ok if i want to go and that i'll probably receive a PM scholarship (for the uninformed..PM would stand for papa mama) for my postgraduate studies.
ok before i go on, maybe i should explain why i want to go overseas.
first and foremost, im not eligible to do my honours in singapore. reason being im currently doing a shared major between literature and new media studies. and the policy of NUS is that shared major students are not eligible for honours. then why am i doing a shared major? well. as much as i love literature, i find that to just study lit wont really get me anywhere in life. and im quite repulsed at the idea of becoming a teacher. i mean. all my students will be bigger than me! ok but seriously, i really dont think im cut out to be a teacher. some people have it and some people dont. im part of the latter. i also really wanted to do mass com in NTU but i didnt get in. so here i am in NUS trying to make the best of my 3 years and trying to do both.
secondly, i want to have more than just a cert that says "Bachelor of Arts and Social Science". i guess i do want to go into something more specialised pick up more practical skills. right now the new media studies in NUS is relatively new hence the modules arent really hands-on or specific. but i suppose thats what a bachelor is. university is all about diversity and creativity and blah blah blah. but i think i would rather learn more. and an honours programme would perhaps be the best way to get into something more focused and concentrated. i dont know how much more of an edge it will give me when it comes to finding a job but more out of personal, and call it selfish pursuit if u may, that im quite for the idea of carrying on my studies. besides, once all the studying ends, it's work work work all the way till God knows when. study while u still can.
thirdly, let's just say ive wanted to go abroad to study all along. the thought of a new environment, a new culture, a new setting and a chance to totally be immersed in a new way of life always intriged me. as much as im shy, and quiet, and introverted and lets just say adverse to new things, i just somehow always had the urge to go overseas and away from all the things im so used to. studying would be the perfect, i suppose, "excuse" to get this opportunity. besides. im a little sore that my parents are giving my brother the chance to go overseas but he's refusing it flatly. now that my parents are giving me the green light, im gonna jump at the chance.
back to my very first line, the problem then comes to the question of "what":
what to major in.
what to do.
what to study.
what to focus on.
already i've looked at the 3 main universities in perth (australia being the choice of country since its the cheapest..though..i assure you in no way cheap at all..just the cheapest) and im a little boggled.
so many choices.
arts.
media.
media management.
HR.
PR.
communication studies.
literary studies.
librarianship and corporate information management?
once i jump into it, im stuck with it.
its not really too early to start thinking and planning for it..this semester is going to end soon and the other two are going to fly by and soon i'll be graduating..sigh..well..lets just see how it goes shall we..in the meantime..i'll keep praying..and scouting around and finding out more..anyone with information or contacts let me know yeah..
finally.
just a thought.
will anyone miss me while im gone?
they say that "variety is the spice of life"but perhaps variety can make like a little too hot to handle.
two nights ago i casually brought up the idea of me doing my honours overseas after im done with NUS next year.
and today during lunch with mum she brought it up again and it really got me thinking about it.
she said that it's ok if i want to go and that i'll probably receive a PM scholarship (for the uninformed..PM would stand for papa mama) for my postgraduate studies.
ok before i go on, maybe i should explain why i want to go overseas.
first and foremost, im not eligible to do my honours in singapore. reason being im currently doing a shared major between literature and new media studies. and the policy of NUS is that shared major students are not eligible for honours. then why am i doing a shared major? well. as much as i love literature, i find that to just study lit wont really get me anywhere in life. and im quite repulsed at the idea of becoming a teacher. i mean. all my students will be bigger than me! ok but seriously, i really dont think im cut out to be a teacher. some people have it and some people dont. im part of the latter. i also really wanted to do mass com in NTU but i didnt get in. so here i am in NUS trying to make the best of my 3 years and trying to do both.
secondly, i want to have more than just a cert that says "Bachelor of Arts and Social Science". i guess i do want to go into something more specialised pick up more practical skills. right now the new media studies in NUS is relatively new hence the modules arent really hands-on or specific. but i suppose thats what a bachelor is. university is all about diversity and creativity and blah blah blah. but i think i would rather learn more. and an honours programme would perhaps be the best way to get into something more focused and concentrated. i dont know how much more of an edge it will give me when it comes to finding a job but more out of personal, and call it selfish pursuit if u may, that im quite for the idea of carrying on my studies. besides, once all the studying ends, it's work work work all the way till God knows when. study while u still can.
thirdly, let's just say ive wanted to go abroad to study all along. the thought of a new environment, a new culture, a new setting and a chance to totally be immersed in a new way of life always intriged me. as much as im shy, and quiet, and introverted and lets just say adverse to new things, i just somehow always had the urge to go overseas and away from all the things im so used to. studying would be the perfect, i suppose, "excuse" to get this opportunity. besides. im a little sore that my parents are giving my brother the chance to go overseas but he's refusing it flatly. now that my parents are giving me the green light, im gonna jump at the chance.
back to my very first line, the problem then comes to the question of "what":
what to major in.
what to do.
what to study.
what to focus on.
already i've looked at the 3 main universities in perth (australia being the choice of country since its the cheapest..though..i assure you in no way cheap at all..just the cheapest) and im a little boggled.
so many choices.
arts.
media.
media management.
HR.
PR.
communication studies.
literary studies.
librarianship and corporate information management?
once i jump into it, im stuck with it.
its not really too early to start thinking and planning for it..this semester is going to end soon and the other two are going to fly by and soon i'll be graduating..sigh..well..lets just see how it goes shall we..in the meantime..i'll keep praying..and scouting around and finding out more..anyone with information or contacts let me know yeah..
finally.
just a thought.
will anyone miss me while im gone?
Friday, March 10, 2006
finally im done with another week of school...
honestly it seemed like the longest week ever..considering time during this school term seemed to have been whizzing by like an annoying fly buzzing in your ear..well..ok..im back to ranting and rambling and complaining and whinning and sulking about how he's not around anymore..but i cant help it..it just is..and its the truth and fact of the matter isnt it?
haha..okok..its not as if i cant get over it and i keep crying or anthg so drastic as that but it just feels so darn weird..like how when my brother rang the doorbell i immediately jumped..but wait..hang on a second..it cant be him..and how usually after thurs' late lesson im usually skipping off excitedly to suntec to meet him after work for dinner..phooey..instead..i had to endure a 2hour bus ride home that was just infested with traffic jam after traffic jam...
BUT..at least i had a lot of fun after visual comm class today..courtesy of mishie moo! haha..though it was a short time spent together..we had fun shopping at the co-op..hurhur..i cant believe we had so much problem trying to spend $40 between the both of us..hahahaha..guess buying food and stationary is a lot harder than spending on clothes and accessories huh..hurhur..anyway..today ms chang played santa clausette and bought me stuff! on the list of things were an A3-sized portfolio, a purple pen, a packet of white rabbit sweets, a packet of peanut M&Ms and a box of strawberry kitkat! yuuuummmmmmmyyyy!!! hahaha..i think i felt like a little kid all over again..hurhur..with all that chocolate and sweets..hahahaha..so much for trying to help me cut down on my sugar intake huh..haha..i think as much as the people around me try to discourage my sugar intake..somehow..just somehow..they always either forget about it or give in to me..hahaha..and mishie..stop practicing your "looks" on me lahhhhh..hurhur..sorry..inside joke!
reached home at about 8pm just in time for dinner..which was as always..yummy..haha..i love coming home for dinner..mum's cooking always makes me happy..yeah..did the dishes..showered..watched amazing race and here i am blogging on this swealtering hot and humid thursday night..waiting up for jy to come back from llama bar so i can rant about my day to him..hhahaahaa..im about to fall asleep though..eyelids are heavvyyyyy..hurhur..got tons of stuff to do tmr as well..meet mum for lunch..return library books..buy printer paper..get starting on my presentation..at least dad helped me to change my watch strap today..haha..thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanks dadddyyyyyy..hurhur..daddy's little girl..too bad dad has to work tmr..i was kinda looking forward to having lunch with him..
im so tempted to just turn on the aircon and lie on my bed..but..thats assuming i'll be able to wake up when jy reaches home..hahaa..oh well..we'll see..
oh yar! one last thing..if ure free and bored and have nothing better to do..do this! haha! http://kevan.org/johari?name=wongmeiyan
honestly it seemed like the longest week ever..considering time during this school term seemed to have been whizzing by like an annoying fly buzzing in your ear..well..ok..im back to ranting and rambling and complaining and whinning and sulking about how he's not around anymore..but i cant help it..it just is..and its the truth and fact of the matter isnt it?
haha..okok..its not as if i cant get over it and i keep crying or anthg so drastic as that but it just feels so darn weird..like how when my brother rang the doorbell i immediately jumped..but wait..hang on a second..it cant be him..and how usually after thurs' late lesson im usually skipping off excitedly to suntec to meet him after work for dinner..phooey..instead..i had to endure a 2hour bus ride home that was just infested with traffic jam after traffic jam...
BUT..at least i had a lot of fun after visual comm class today..courtesy of mishie moo! haha..though it was a short time spent together..we had fun shopping at the co-op..hurhur..i cant believe we had so much problem trying to spend $40 between the both of us..hahahaha..guess buying food and stationary is a lot harder than spending on clothes and accessories huh..hurhur..anyway..today ms chang played santa clausette and bought me stuff! on the list of things were an A3-sized portfolio, a purple pen, a packet of white rabbit sweets, a packet of peanut M&Ms and a box of strawberry kitkat! yuuuummmmmmmyyyy!!! hahaha..i think i felt like a little kid all over again..hurhur..with all that chocolate and sweets..hahahaha..so much for trying to help me cut down on my sugar intake huh..haha..i think as much as the people around me try to discourage my sugar intake..somehow..just somehow..they always either forget about it or give in to me..hahaha..and mishie..stop practicing your "looks" on me lahhhhh..hurhur..sorry..inside joke!
reached home at about 8pm just in time for dinner..which was as always..yummy..haha..i love coming home for dinner..mum's cooking always makes me happy..yeah..did the dishes..showered..watched amazing race and here i am blogging on this swealtering hot and humid thursday night..waiting up for jy to come back from llama bar so i can rant about my day to him..hhahaahaa..im about to fall asleep though..eyelids are heavvyyyyy..hurhur..got tons of stuff to do tmr as well..meet mum for lunch..return library books..buy printer paper..get starting on my presentation..at least dad helped me to change my watch strap today..haha..thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanks dadddyyyyyy..hurhur..daddy's little girl..too bad dad has to work tmr..i was kinda looking forward to having lunch with him..
im so tempted to just turn on the aircon and lie on my bed..but..thats assuming i'll be able to wake up when jy reaches home..hahaa..oh well..we'll see..
oh yar! one last thing..if ure free and bored and have nothing better to do..do this! haha! http://kevan.org/johari?name=wongmeiyan
co-op presents thanks to michele!
my "social message"poster for visual comm class!
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
i think i finally am able to put into words why i feel so reluctant to let him go.
its not because i want him there,
but because i want to be there for him.
its not because i want him to hold my hand,
but because i want to hold his hand.
its not because i want him to smile for me,
but because i want to make him smile.
its not because i want to talk to him,
but because i want him to have me to talk to.
its not because i want to hear him say it,
but because i want to tell him "i love you".
4 months.
16 weeks.
112 days.
2688 hours.
161280 minutes.
9676800 seconds.
its not because i want him there,
but because i want to be there for him.
its not because i want him to hold my hand,
but because i want to hold his hand.
its not because i want him to smile for me,
but because i want to make him smile.
its not because i want to talk to him,
but because i want him to have me to talk to.
its not because i want to hear him say it,
but because i want to tell him "i love you".
4 months.
16 weeks.
112 days.
2688 hours.
161280 minutes.
9676800 seconds.
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
this week is presentation week for me:
monday - lit and other arts
wednesday - interactive media
thursday - visual communications
so how was today's presentation?
well..considering me and michele took about 2hrs to finalize stuff at amk macs on sunday..i think we did a pretty darn good job..haha..seriously..and its no mean feat ok..cause the topic we're doing on (Ashbery and de Chirico for those interested) was like the hardest and most complicated of all the topics we could have possibly chosen in our module..hahaaa..so dumb i tell you..cause we had to pick which weeks and topics we wanted to do our presentation on..and we didnt want to do it too late so as to clash with the annual rushing of essays we had to do mr. ashbery cause the previous weeks were all taken up..so yeah..haha..we spent 3 solid hours in the central library just trying to find a poem and painting to match..this ashbery fella is one crazy fella..he wrote a 50 page long POEM (mind you..its one whole poem..not prose), wrote a poem on daffy duck (yes you heard me right) and wrote a book titled "a nest of ninnys"..me and michele were like.. -_-'"..haha..but im kinda glad we did it..i got to learn a lot and practice interpreting painting..because it was so challenging im sure we learnt a lot more than we would have if we did a straightforward and typical poem or painting..job well done mishie moo!
right now my eyes can barely open..haha..stayed back in school to finish up our new media project..its going ok i guess..my group is going to have to bang on the presentation to get us a good grade i suppose..because we didnt really meet up properly our slides and info were all a little messed up..had to fix it with mish today..yeah..but the project came after we had lunch at the business canteen..had my bratwraust and potato wedges..it wasnt as nice as i remembered it to be though..haha..but nvm..had fun meeting up with shawn and me, mary, michele and shawn went totally bonkers and evil talking about..er..erm..ok..stuff..hahaha..not safe to disclose..you never know who might be reading your blog..haha..
got quite a lot of stuff to do this week..wanna try and at least start on my poster for visual comm class on thursday tonight..and finish reading Love's Labour's Lost in preparation for my shakespeare presentation next thurs..need to return library books..change my watch strap..research on my lit and other art's essay..iron my clothes..buy contact lenses..
but as much as im this busy..i still have time to think of him..yeah..its only day two since he left for perth and im already pinning for him to come back home..heh..well..i guess its back to laggy webcam images and at least good quality "phone-calls"over google talk..thank God for the internet and fast broadband connection..haha..but..nothing..absolutely nothing beats the real thing..sigh..its a matter of getting used to it i suppose..but..then again..i really dont wanna get used to you being away from me...
alright..time to go for dinner..not very hungry though..i still can feel the sausage and soya bean milk swimming around in my stomach........
monday - lit and other arts
wednesday - interactive media
thursday - visual communications
so how was today's presentation?
well..considering me and michele took about 2hrs to finalize stuff at amk macs on sunday..i think we did a pretty darn good job..haha..seriously..and its no mean feat ok..cause the topic we're doing on (Ashbery and de Chirico for those interested) was like the hardest and most complicated of all the topics we could have possibly chosen in our module..hahaaa..so dumb i tell you..cause we had to pick which weeks and topics we wanted to do our presentation on..and we didnt want to do it too late so as to clash with the annual rushing of essays we had to do mr. ashbery cause the previous weeks were all taken up..so yeah..haha..we spent 3 solid hours in the central library just trying to find a poem and painting to match..this ashbery fella is one crazy fella..he wrote a 50 page long POEM (mind you..its one whole poem..not prose), wrote a poem on daffy duck (yes you heard me right) and wrote a book titled "a nest of ninnys"..me and michele were like.. -_-'"..haha..but im kinda glad we did it..i got to learn a lot and practice interpreting painting..because it was so challenging im sure we learnt a lot more than we would have if we did a straightforward and typical poem or painting..job well done mishie moo!
right now my eyes can barely open..haha..stayed back in school to finish up our new media project..its going ok i guess..my group is going to have to bang on the presentation to get us a good grade i suppose..because we didnt really meet up properly our slides and info were all a little messed up..had to fix it with mish today..yeah..but the project came after we had lunch at the business canteen..had my bratwraust and potato wedges..it wasnt as nice as i remembered it to be though..haha..but nvm..had fun meeting up with shawn and me, mary, michele and shawn went totally bonkers and evil talking about..er..erm..ok..stuff..hahaha..not safe to disclose..you never know who might be reading your blog..haha..
got quite a lot of stuff to do this week..wanna try and at least start on my poster for visual comm class on thursday tonight..and finish reading Love's Labour's Lost in preparation for my shakespeare presentation next thurs..need to return library books..change my watch strap..research on my lit and other art's essay..iron my clothes..buy contact lenses..
but as much as im this busy..i still have time to think of him..yeah..its only day two since he left for perth and im already pinning for him to come back home..heh..well..i guess its back to laggy webcam images and at least good quality "phone-calls"over google talk..thank God for the internet and fast broadband connection..haha..but..nothing..absolutely nothing beats the real thing..sigh..its a matter of getting used to it i suppose..but..then again..i really dont wanna get used to you being away from me...
alright..time to go for dinner..not very hungry though..i still can feel the sausage and soya bean milk swimming around in my stomach........
Sunday, March 05, 2006
i still remember how each and every goodbye was.
every one a little different from the other.
the first was the easiest, yet not that easy.
we were new friends, a little more than mere acquaintances.
but there was a little saddness on my part for just when i was getting to know him better and having fun during our movie sessions and talks by the pool, he was leaving.
it was that kind of pinning for something more because u've had your first sweet taste of it.
the second was definitely nothing like the first one because we were a lot more than just friends.
we were together.
and that made things tough.
it was a little like the first goodbye in the sense it left me pinning and wanting more.
more time with him.
it was the first time we were spending time together as a couple.
and after 5 weeks he was due to fly back.
that goodbye was no mean feat.
though it was comforted by the fact that he'd be back.
the third goodbye was and has been the worst thus far.
and this time it wasnt at changi airport but in Perth.
i had just spent close to 9 full days with him.
seeing him just about 24/7.
and it was really during this period where we got to know each other so much better.
and it was this short period of time that we both grew to love each other for what we really are as individuals.
i had to be really strong and walk through the departure gate without crying.
inside i was crying and struggling to even talk without having tears roll down my cheeks.
i cried uncontrollably in the plane.
tonight, the goodbye is going to be tough as well.
to say goodbye after spending 3 lovely and eventful months is just not easy.
i feel like im just getting used to having him around but now its time to readjust back to seeing him only when he's online.
its back to staring at the lifeless screen and getting lagging webcam pictures of him.
sigh....
i already found it so hard to let him take the lift up to his house every night.
what more saying goodbye for the next four months.
no matter how many goodbyes, no matter how many visits to the airport,
i'll never ever be able to say it with ease.
tonight is going to be no exception.........
how is it that i already miss you?
cent deux jours...
every one a little different from the other.
the first was the easiest, yet not that easy.
we were new friends, a little more than mere acquaintances.
but there was a little saddness on my part for just when i was getting to know him better and having fun during our movie sessions and talks by the pool, he was leaving.
it was that kind of pinning for something more because u've had your first sweet taste of it.
the second was definitely nothing like the first one because we were a lot more than just friends.
we were together.
and that made things tough.
it was a little like the first goodbye in the sense it left me pinning and wanting more.
more time with him.
it was the first time we were spending time together as a couple.
and after 5 weeks he was due to fly back.
that goodbye was no mean feat.
though it was comforted by the fact that he'd be back.
the third goodbye was and has been the worst thus far.
and this time it wasnt at changi airport but in Perth.
i had just spent close to 9 full days with him.
seeing him just about 24/7.
and it was really during this period where we got to know each other so much better.
and it was this short period of time that we both grew to love each other for what we really are as individuals.
i had to be really strong and walk through the departure gate without crying.
inside i was crying and struggling to even talk without having tears roll down my cheeks.
i cried uncontrollably in the plane.
tonight, the goodbye is going to be tough as well.
to say goodbye after spending 3 lovely and eventful months is just not easy.
i feel like im just getting used to having him around but now its time to readjust back to seeing him only when he's online.
its back to staring at the lifeless screen and getting lagging webcam pictures of him.
sigh....
i already found it so hard to let him take the lift up to his house every night.
what more saying goodbye for the next four months.
no matter how many goodbyes, no matter how many visits to the airport,
i'll never ever be able to say it with ease.
tonight is going to be no exception.........
how is it that i already miss you?
cent deux jours...
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