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But everything is bones.
Squeeze a lump of clay in your hand
a tiny sternum under glass.
It's all under glass, checkered skulls
tiny skeletons in doorways
in dollhouses
I touched mammoth tusks once
the insides like paintbrushes
and once a guide pointed to two whales
stripped down to bone
one inside the other.
They're born backwards, you know
tail first. Mothers break water
then baby's first breath.
And this must be
where we get breach
the baby you would be
if they hadn't cut you out
the way your babies would be
but you have a scar.
The guide said, that's not it
at all, and by this time
we'd closed down the museum.
-- Christy Crutchfield
i'll be in nyc/london/paris/berlin, the world's biggest and brightest in just a matter of weeks. i wonder how the time could have gone just like that (i keep thinking about the engraved-in-stone quotes along locust walk, and the one that seems to berate me, lost time can never be found). i'm tired of hoping that next time it'll get better, but for now i know i just need to focus on the present.
anyway i kinda blog here and here; the former I share with Alan and the latter is more like my trigger-happy collection of photos, videos, music, random thoughts.
hope everyone's doing well (:
29 aug
2150 hrs
sq26
my flight leaves at 11.30pm but i'll be chilling in the area... just slightly over a month now. certainly hope to be seeing you guys more often than this.
can you imagine if i had a baby back then? my baby will now be FIVE years old?! that is so cool.
except i have no baby... but how much of me is the same person then? sometimes i think the sadness, even if it was over a trivial matter in comparison, shaped me.
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um in other news, i was given the sims 3 FREE to review. loves my job <3
thank god for the little things
i didn't want to go back to a house with nothing to do, where the lack of being occupied will kill my anxious heart
so i went up to BT and asked aiqing if she wanted to have dinner
and so we did: we headed for raffles city and i finally ate soup spoon, my craved-for food for quite a while now
then we talked: a levels, boys (mostly my history really), music
oh ya music - we sang next to the chopsticks memorial still it started to rain
then we headed to starbucks hijacked a chair and then sang some more
AIQING IS COOL
and conversation rocks
like i said thank god for the little things
(but god i hope there will be big things to thank you for tmr)
WE ALL KNEW THE DAY
BUT NOW YOU KNOW THE TIME
DOOMSDAY IS UPON US -
FRIDAY, 2.30PM
A-LEVEL RESULTS omg omg omg
(press release la, this is confirmed)
everything crashes into the centre of a friday ...
but today is a saturday and saturdays can only mean good things ...
BUT HOPEFULLY THIS REMAINS FOR THE SAME F
(i told myself i would only start worrying about the a levels a week before the release of results.)
i still haven't decided what i would do.
i'm honestly not being too hopeful here, but if i look at my results, it's very guailan to NOT TELL PEOPLE WHAT THEY ARE.
so i'm thinking of not looking, just close my eyes and tell burge not to tell me what they are, just wait till i'm out of the school before i read them.
i am so scared right. omg omg the BBBBs are materialising in my head as i speak wtf
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last night i watched a film - as i recall it was a horror film.
but srsly, i went to jazz @ south bridge with the other a level interns at ST. it wasn't all that exciting (the singing and the jazz) but the bonding was pretty fun, honestly!
--so anyway, this is for no one's reference but mine, sali's, claire' and xiu's but here they are. one photo each of the girls at portsmouth eons ago... i didn't really like the rest of the photos, there was only something wrong BUT whatever, not like these are perfect. guess you just have to toughen up and learn :D
claire, pretty as always, AND HER CURLS ARE NATURAL OMG
xiu! with the __ bear, looking extremely delicate and vulnerable. my taglines suck.
and my favourite photo of the 'shoot':
tadah! emo lost lover look courtesy of a wandering yarn who managed to find us despite my 'detailed directions'
self-immolate
