dada surrealism popart ukiyo-e amano
surrealism ukiyo-e dada popart

These are the words that have been swimming in my head for the past few days. Maybe it's cause I'm paranoid about the upcoming art history test. Maybe I just suck at History. Any kind of history.

Anyway, that aside, today has been one long day, in a good way I mean. Many thanks to the people who have helped made it a wonderful day, one which I will not forget in time to come. I really enjoyed myself, the suprises and the effort! Thanks loads girls! Well wishes are greatly appreciated as well and thanks loads for remembering! Love ya all!! =D

Oh and how could I forget. The phototaking for Fusion was...... weird/funny/fun and a whole string of vocabulary. For once in my life, I had the chance to stand in front of a very plain (how interesting can a white background be?) background, and show my stuff. Not that I had any in the first place. Different poses, different angles which were mostly done with not looking directly at the camera and laughing at what was going in behind the scenes. Now I have a new found respect for models cause it is SERIOUSLY not easy to go up there and smile in front of sooooo many pairs of eyes and appear confident and look good and come up with different poses which do not include sticking your hands into your jeans pockets.

Its a whole new experience and I will gladly say that I do not intend to do that EVER again.

Now all I want to do is to get some serious shopping done. =]
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Tuesday, November 21, 2006

She dies! She freaking dies in the end!!!!! It's such a bloody sad book but it's such a brilliant book. Jodi Picoult's probably the best person to write this book cause she's a mother of a child who has had ten sugeries in three years. Although this book has more medical terms than a my Biology textbook, and I will probably never know how to pronounce 3/4 of the terms used, I still love it nonetheless. I love the quote on the cover:

'If you use one of your children to save the life of another, are you being a good mother of a very bad one?'

You people should go and read this book and after reading it, you will think that you are the most fortunate person on this damn earth. I mean, seriously, nothing is more precious than your health lah. Even if you weren't sick but you were in and out of the hospital cause someone needs bits and pieces of you, isn't that the same as being sick?

So anyway, it's about this 13 year old girl who wants to sue her parents over the rights of her own body and stuff like that cause she has a super sick sister and she was conceived to save her sister. A designer baby according to the book. She was genetically modified to have the exact genes, the perfect match for her sister so she was always her sister's donar. She starts to question the purpose of her birth the only reason why she's alive was to save her sister. It's kinda sad in a way if you know that the only reason you are born was to be an extra for someone else huh? And in the end she dies!!

I was like reading the last part on the bus and when she died, I was almost cried lah. Thank god I didn't if not I will end up looking like some loser lunatic suffering from depression or something.

So yeah. Go read it. It's sad, and depressing with a hint of dry humour, and the whole family seems to be suffering in one way or another. Perfect for all you depressed people out there.
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Saturday, November 18, 2006

This week has been one hell of a week. Wednesday was probably the only reason that made me say that cause afterall, it WAS an exceptionally l o n g day. Remember that exchange programme that I was talking about? The one where I could picture myself communicating with Japanese students through charades? Yes. It is finally over and the whole experience was.. tiring, difficult, fun, exciting and a whole other string of emotions.

My Japanese friend's called Ranna (pronounced Lanna) and she's pretty. I mean, not that I have actually spotted a hideous looking Jap, but she's really pretty. She's dark, not tan. Tan would not be enough to describe her colour. Big doe eyes and jet black hair. Oh and did I mention that she's not very tall too? She's as tall as me! And that makes me feel AWHOLE lot better. She's 17. Now I feel old. So anyway, just one day hectic day which started at 6.30am and ended at 2am makes me a tired girl.

0800: Jap
1000: End of Jap
1100: Art History which ended with gail almost terrorising my friend during our presentation
1130: Rushed down to PS to get present with friend
1300: Rush back to school for exchange thingy
1430-1900: Exchange Programme with my new found friend whom communicates with me through Japanese, limited English, alot of sign language and smiling.
1910: Fly down to Cityhall for dinner with my girlfriends.
2000-2130: Dinner at Dim Tai Feng with Phoebe amuzing us with the amount of food she can eat. (1/3 a bowl of noodles, 8 xiao long baos, 9 yam baos, 1/2 a red bean bao, 6 fried wantons, a bowl of herbal chicken soup washed down with loads of chinese tea.)
2140-2150: Walk down to Esplanade
2150-2300: Chilling at Harry's at the Esplanade with phoebz getting high on Long Island Tea and giving us a good laugh with her wanting to pushing in every chair in the bar.
2330: Heading home

Slacked around for abit, waited for my hair to dry and then I dragged my exhausted brain to bed. Using too much Japanese, trying to understand what they were trying to say and trying to communicate is tiring. Going home with a high friend kills. Blah. I'm not complaining cause I love spending time with my girlfriends. =]

I'm too lazy to post pictures so too bad.
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Saturday, November 11, 2006

I am tasteless, partially deaf and my nose is constantly dripping from excessive body liquids.

All thanks to the stupid flu that has clogged me for the past week.

I feel excellent. yay =[

Oh and its Karen's birthday tomorrow. Happy birthday girl!
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Thursday, November 09, 2006

It's only been the third/fourth? week of school and already, the lecturers want to take a look at our portfolio. Like what? So fast? Works, the main navigation, resume, namecard and blah blah blah all to be done in one week. They seriously think we are robots, to be able to cough up works in that speed. Oh and guess what? We are not called SDN anymore! It's SDIM or was it SDMI or SIMD? (something along those lines) and I think its gross. Every school in NYP consists of three letters so why the sudden change to four letters, all the more taking us out from SDN and having our own school? Its gross and I don't like it. I don't even know what it bloody stands for lah. I can't imagine next time, when I go out to work and my boss askes me what course did I graduate from, I'll be like:" Erm... You know what? I don't know myself! (embarassed laughter) "

Oh Oh! One more thing. Okie you probably all know that I am taking jap lessons right? On our Monday lesson, my teacher suprised us all by saying that we had the task of playing host to Japanese students when they are coming to Singapore for their exchange programme! WHAT!!!
My Japanese is like no where and now, I have to make friends with a Japanese and converse to him/her? I seriously can imagine our conversation largely consisting of charades and drawing, with the minimal amount of language spoken to spare ourselves from the embarrassment. AH!!
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Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Birds are soooo full of shit.

Literally. There's been this mynar that has been using my kitchen as its toilet and everytime it flies in, it freaks me out. Big time. I mean, why does that stupid bird have to come into my kitchen to SHIT!?!?! There are like soooo many other units in this block with their windows wide open and yet that phucking bird has to choose this window. Argh! I've kinda lost count as the number of times I come into the kitchen and shriek: AH!! BIRD! BIRD! BIRD!!BIRDBIRDBIRD BBBBIIIIRRRRRDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE FUCKING BIRD IS IN THE KITCHEN!

By that, the bird will sense that someone is in the house and fly out. So to prevent the bird from flying into the kitchen and to save myself from cleaning up after it has shitted on the kitchen counter, I close the window. Whenever I'm home, I close the window.

That simple. Problem solved. But today, cause it was soooo stupidly hot, I left the window slightly open, and by slightly, I mean SLIGHTLY. There was a gap of about an inch for air and if you were me, you'd probably think that that gap was small enough so that bloody birds with bowel problems would not be able to get in. Right? (Humour me)

So sitting in the living room I was, studying for the Art History test tmr (I know, I feel like a good girl too. Don't have to tell me. haha) and when I heard a sound, I looked up and guess what I saw?

THE FUCKING BIRD WAS IN THE KITCHEN!!!!!

THE BIRD IS IN THE KITCHEN!!!!

BBBBBIIIIIIIRRRRRRRDDDDDDD..... KITCHEN!!!

How the hell did the bird get in I would also like to know. With a one inch gap the bird managed to get in by what means I do not know. But you know animals are like that? They know how to get in they don't know how to get out? (kinda like lizards) Yup!

Can mynars please don't be so smart?

So there I was shocked and cursing and yelling at the bird to get out and there the bird was going in full frenzy at seeing a human being making loud sounds and waving her arms around. It started to FLY around and flap and beat its pathatic wings to scare me. It did a good job at that cause it seriously got me freaked out. I mean, what if that thing flew at me and started attacking me? What if it flew into my face and shat in my mouth?

I bailed before the bird could do anymore and called my mum. I was in panic, Mr. shitty-arse mynar was in FULL BLOWN panic. It started hopping and flapping and shitting. Did you know that birds shit when they panic? Did you know that mynars are soo full of shit I was amazed at the amount of shit I found on the counter? I mean, the amount of shit could be used as a weapon lah! Scare me and I'll shit on you.

FULL FORCE AHEAD!

FIRE AT WILL!

AIM!

FIRE!

You don't see humans shitting when men with beards throw atomic bombs at us do you? And so there I was freaking out to my mum on the phone and there was the bird freaking and shitting until I don't know how but it suddenly got the common sense to fly to the window and out. Sheesh. I HATE BIRDS! I HATE ANYTHING THAT HAS BOWEL PROBLEMS AND SHIT RANDOMLY! Thank god I didn't have to go open the window wide enough for it to fly out if not I'd die. Really. Naturally, cleaning up was gross so lesson learnt. Even if it kills me and I suffocate to death, I'm never opening the kitchen window ever again.

I think I have birdwithshittyproblemaphobia.
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