WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND
We just have to pray that the world doesn't over-react and everything would be handled rationally. But that's almost impossible isn't it? Bush is going to "hunt them down". And of course, these terrorists are capable of anything. Thousands dead? Its time to celebrate. If this is just the tip of the iceberg, what's going to happen next? I need some explanations.
It's almost surreal; watching it on television isn't it? So much so that people can actually joke about it. Pearl Habour the second it may be, but certainly not the movie? Good! World War 3! Maybe no O Level! Hurrah, hurrah.
Ha. And you cry for the death of some celebrity. This is by the thousands.
Oh well. Just my two cents worth. I'm having gastric pains again, although I've been having all my meals. My stomach is weird. I had two hours of chinese tuition today. I was on a (chinese) high. Haha, how weird. We received mail from Uncle Bob and the boys today. :) They sent me S$10, hah. And Andy wrote his name backwards. They're too cute!
Chaos.
MISTER ROSE MEETS MISS CACTUS
Although I didn't really talk much when co-leading YF worship, I thought it went relatively well. Since it's my first time and all. You know, at times I can be so afraid of crowds that I want to disappear from it altogether, yet there are times I would have no qualms about speaking (acting even) in front of an entire audience. BS was good too. I learnt quite a bit from what some of them shared, and I found myself being able to share as well. Hm. Identified that the problem with myself is using apathy as means of escaping. Something like that, anyway.
Oh well. Someone's looking irresistably cute with the new monk hair (the lack of it, perhaps) do. :) Heheee. Before chemistry tuition today, I gobbled up all of the heart shaped chocolates my parents got at the wedding dinner last night. Well. I only have one thing left to say: Chocolates are aphrodisiacal. :) Innnnndeeeeed. Ha. Forgive my terrible humour!
Dont know whats wrong with me; my body is not co-operating. My heart, my actions, my words. Oh, everything seems to be dislocated, fractured. Who is there to blame but myself? It seems as if theres a miscommunication somewhere in me. Aye, brain: please send correct signals. Other body parts: follow accordingly, or else. Heart: only speak during appropriate times. Oh wow, there I go again, making up strange excuses to defend my eccentric behaviour.
On a lighter note, A.I is an excellent movie (IMHO, of course) I have no idea why I cry at these 'robot movies'. Yeah, it was touching, and not forgetting thought provoking as well. Man creates, man destroys. Man thinks they're god. Period. Sigh. Oh well, guess that wasn't much of a 'lighter note'. Ok, on a real lighter note, Joe (Jude Law) is irresistably cute! What more could you ask for, eh? Lol. A funny character, no doubt.
My feet are aching and BIlly Corgan is singing: "Tonight will be alright." and to "Believe in me, as I believe in you." I can only pray so.
You know, technology will eventually control our emotions. I gave my pair of scissors a good workout last night. Lets see: a choppy snipped fringe (hurrah! new hairstyle lol) and a army green toga. Yippeiee.
VESPERTINE
so needy of comfort
©ástarbréf í maganum
voila >
but too raw to be embraced
undo this privacy
and put me in my place
(generous palmstroke)
loveletters in the stomach
vönd af kossum í munninum
bouquet of kisses in the mouth
hafandi haf af girnd
having an ocean of desire
(verandi)
I don't even make sense to myself.
I'm having pangs of guilt for bingeing. But the thing is, I haven't really binged. I decided to buy KFC's crispy strips this afternoon. It was oozing with fat and oil, but I didn't want to waste my $3 bucks (cut throat!), so I ate it all up in a matter of minutes. Well, I don't usually eat chicken. So. Its kind of haunting me now. Ha ha.
Arghhh. And I had cheese marcaroni (again) and other various dishes. Yuck. And I'm hungry now, can you believe it? This sucks.
Ooooo well. I'm a jealous lover. Jealous, paranoid and highly dangerous.
Its time for PJ aerobics baby.
QUOD ME NUTRIT ME DESTRUIT
As you might be able to tell, I'm back with my obssession with Latin, Greek and Hindu. Hah. I'd very much prefer to study Greek mythology and Hindu gods then science rubbish. Blahh. I'm trying to get hold of Gia and/or Foxfire. But of course, I'm broke as ever. Sigh. Its time to feed my Angelina Jolie obssession. Heh.
Did I mention that I've been getting really strange dreams lately? I'll just name a few of them; because the rest are super private. Lol.
Intruder: (I dreamt that I was intruded by over 8 people. They stayed in my home, slept on my bed, everything, and I didn't know till very much later. Very disturbing.)
Snakes: (The snakes went around eating people. In the dream, I was the only one who carried the secret to killing the snake. I tried to warn the people, but they wouldn't listen. Instead of helping the people, I escaped. And I got stuck in a lift. Heh)
Rape: (By a monster)
Dreams of intruders often are caused by the natural paralysis of the body that occurs during REM sleep. If dreamers arouse during REM, they can feel vulnerable and dream of an intruder or presence in their bedroom. Owing to its physical origin, most dreams of intruders hold little psychological meaning. Dreamers should be assured that they are not experiencing repressed memories, or visitations from “evil spirits.” It’s just REM sleep!
Owing to Biblical teachings, snakes also can represent deception, betrayal, and temptation—and people who speak with “a forked tongue.” (Liars.) Fears of being bitten by a snake (or snakes), reflect fears of emotional injury or attack in waking life. Snakes may function as phallic symbols due to their shape.
Dreams of rape are common expressions of fears of violence, and of feelings of unwanted attention from members of the same or opposite sex. Rape can also represent feelings of violation; that one’s personal boundaries are not being respected. In the wake of an actual rape, recurring dreams of the trauma are common.
Uhm, there you go. I don't know how much of it is true. Maybe it's pyschological, but it seems pretty darn accurate so far. Heh. The site is here. Enjoy.
These would have to be me, playing around
with the minicam. O, I don't always look this shocked
/frightened/ silly/ dorky/ surprised/ weird.
This is my favourite girly flower-girl dress. Ha.
Underaged; 15. S'porean student.
Narcissist & pig! Hurrah. I like vintage stuff, 80s
cartoons & the Gilmore Girls. Science & math
are my nemeses.
I'm boring- I know! Eep.
what the blah blah blah blah blah!
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