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[04 May 2008|11:56pm] |
I just realized a moment ago that in 3 weeks, I'll have to scoot of to New York for 2 months.
First time away from home. Really away, not just a vacay away.
And I am TERRIFIED. All this is going to go into a little documentary I suppose. But yes, I am terrified. Having never done laundry or fried an egg in my life, terrified. Never lived alone, terrified. Never lived somewhere where it gets cooler than terribly hot, terrified.
But Parsons' New York, here I come, right?
Visa and tickets have to be in order by this week. Heart, soul and mind, still in transit.
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| So I think I should write now |
[13 Apr 2008|10:00am] |
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music |
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Rilo Kiley - A man/Me/Then Jim |
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As work finds a nice way of draining energy from my limbs.
I think I should start writing down things again. Somewhere along the way, I've lost stories that are supposed to be important.
You don't really think about your self worth until you somewhat can't trace it as well as you used to. I remember through a looking glass penning down my life policies sometime last year. And now as I look back, it's hard to remember what I wrote down. And I can't find the piece of paper.
I suppose I stopped writing as a sort of revelation to myself that I'm too old, too inappropriate for this.
Then I started looking for stories to tell and I had none. At first I didn't have time, but slowly, I didn't have thoughts or feelings or anything.
So I am reclaiming the right to think for this little while. Just a little bit.
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| Life is hard |
[13 Apr 2008|09:52am] |
Art is hard.
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| 4th SSFF |
[20 Feb 2008|04:04am] |
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Liz Phair - Fuck and Run |
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Hello world. I have been drowning in music and video as of late. And I hope it translates into something savoury good. It's so, so good to be mused and be inspired. Meanwhile... there's this.
Clicky
My first film, "I don't know you", will be screened on the 17th March. If you'd like to buy tickets through me, just drop me a comment (if you don't happen to know my sms).
Well, yup, that's that.
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| Hello |
[20 Dec 2007|12:53am] |
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I feel strangely silenced.
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| Whee! |
[03 Nov 2007|03:42pm] |
Sometime next year, there will be Sakae Sushi, Subway, Canadian Pizza and KFC over at the revamped canteen A at NTU.
Omg, Subway, thank God.
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| Green leaves |
[26 Oct 2007|07:08am] |
I was reading old posts, which super, really, totally freaked me out at how I was 2 years ago.
Also, I came across this. And oh my gosh, has it been a long time since then or what. It feels like 10 years.
I feel incredibly strange reading what I wrote back then. Having been incredibly self and "other person-ly" obsessed. Not that I'm any less self-obsessed now.
One entry said...
Every man can always, always, always save himself.
Those who asked to be saved are disillusioned into thinking they want to be saved. But the thing is they really don't. They want someone to pick them up, puff them up and knock them down all over again. All over again. Every man is a fading shadow of their own childhood. People want to relive their pain. People want to relive the past that killed them, because the fading of the past is better than the pure coming of the future. The coming of healing, the coming of no feeling. Disillusioned into thinking the fade of pain is better than no pain at all. Disillusioned into thinking the fade of pain is as good as the sustainability of love itself. Hell no.
Reading it, I feel a stranger to myself. I don't think I even know how to write anything like that anymore.
Come to think of it, I feel a stranger to this journal which used to be so personal and a stranger to my friends and to all of you. I'm on an island really.
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