hollaback_
Sunday, May 22, 2005
[note: thank goodness for the recover post function, i managed to retrieve half of my post which got killed because of stupid IE]
i feel guilty for not blogging.
it's just that i haven't been in the whole extravagant exhibitionistic everyone-come-look-at-me mood lately. especially with the amount of stuff rolling in. maths tutorials snowballing down on me. essay questions and points fallowing in my mind as new ones drop in, nothing growing on the blank paper. piles of books waiting to be read and completed whilst digesting the craft at the same time - not an easy feat when you're trying to plow through them. SATs at the back of my mind nagging away and i haven't even gotten myself acquainted with the format or even done a single practise test yet. my future looming ahead of me at a dangerously exhilarating speed. i think i should just crash and burn. and go up in a blaze of glory.
anyway- happier things aside. i'm pretty glad the "texting" from mrsB is going to slow down in its velocity. seriously, she's triggerhappy with those smses. i'm happy that programme is looking pretty nice, quite as i expected it to turn out. chockful of pretty pictures, lots of talking and talking inside, pretty good for reading, yeah! worth your monehs! price still undetermined but it will be affordable, buy it at
daisy pulls it off this friday/saturday 7pm at the PAC, RJC! quite hard to set a price though, since demand for programmes are uber-elastic. and it's not like it's in joint demand with tickets. we're gonna make a loss if we sell it too cheap, but too expensive no one will buy! how, how. hah. selling at a lower price makes less money but because revenue is P X Q, if we make up for the lesser price with greater quantities sold to make up the difference, we'd do better. i just hope i'm making sense at this hour (sounds like someone, eh.) oh well what am i doing musing aloud marketing strategies here. although mrs tan would be proud of me revising econs and applying it to real life here. hope it's correct.
what else what else? oh, emceed for harmoc concert. haha and mr wong said i was a natural. hmm, quite a lowkey affair which was fine by me, i don't think i was exceptionally good. but heck. a debut experience. cynthia as my co-emcee was pretty good, i think we did a fine job for our first times. haha. we were basically crapping our way through and improvising on stage. but it was all good fun. nice to receive flowers too for our minimal effort.
CashonDelivery was different from last year, in so many ways. more slapstick, funnier, more guys, amazing energy and dare i say it a better programme booklet than ours? i feel so insecure for daisy after watching it (And i'm not even acting!) but all these things aren't really important actually. the company was just different. the people who were there last year.. weren't this year. and vice versa actually. things are changing, i guess. not that i can help it.. but. i don't know. well actually i could. but that takes up too much effort. and i'm past really bothering. you always said that human relationships were a two-way-thing. and that we should work on it instead of just talking about it. i don't see it, i don't see that at all.
ayy. i used to like
britney's
breathe on me but i skip it on the ipod the moment i hear the synthesizer-like sounds that remind me of some nintendo game. and why? because i just don't like the lyrics. anymore. too cloying.
today, during tuition. i suddenly realised that i missed ghim moh. the murtabak. the chinchow and the chweekuei. (hochikuei! haha.) the johnson duck rice. and hollandV and the long walk there. and the little hill for red house. i miss that quaint heartlander feeling of the neighbourhood. sure, bishan is heartland too, but it's more upmarket. you don't see condos or shopping malls with apple centres in l'il ole ghim moh lane do you? that whole feeling of being plugged into the very live beating heart of singapore. ahh nevermind me, it's just me getting sentimental again.
beware the unreliable narrator, as mr mac says.
and my tuition teacher (the new one, not the idiot. and he's not exactly new either since he taught me during Os as well) says that i'm "not as ambitious as last time". now what does that mean? and then my mother commented that i'm "not hungry for success" that ain't good. maybe i'm just not showing it. that's much better than thinking that it's true. what a horrible thought it'd be if it was.
i really like
alphaville's forever young. maybe that'll be a post for another day, when i dissect the lyrics like a PC paper. talking about PC, i wonder what mrbooth thinks of my pseudo sonnet, which actually sounds like a modern day mutation of frost's
home burial, inflected with shades of carol ann duffy. odd combination really, but that was brian's observation not mine. haha.
-insert: maxine didn't believe my surname was qu.ilindo! hilarious.
i'm running out of things to say. quite sad for a self-professed opinion-machine. and someone who used to blog pertinent entries. i guess i said everything i had to say already. in that case, i've not grown. not developed new experiences and new thoughts and feelings. i'm still the same old as before. if i had new epiphanies they'd make their way here some way or another. or well i guess i just took too long to blog and they all dissipated. poof. but well. at least i'm keeping the faith for a better time. and some people just well. didn't. muahahahahaha. all the better for me.
do you really want to live forever?i want to be forever young.
mike just took up your time at
11:37 pm
th time!