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ABATTOIR

2007-02-27T03:04:00.000-08:00

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

That is me screaming because my stomach hurts.

I hate it when my stomach hurts. Not only do I have to put up with the pain, they almost make me depressed.

I can't jog, I only feel comfortable when I'm in a lying position, I can't eat curry, and in some cases I almost can't walk.

Oh Stacy, Stacy, Stacy. You just had to choose to eat those pineapple tarts. Legasp, maybe they've expired. And tomorrow you're going to sprout rashes and pimples. And you will have ACNE. And you will become FAT.

Anyway! On cheerful ados, have been happy today. Tchaikovsky's Chant D'Automne is hellishly beautiful. I've covered most of the hellish part. Now I need to work on making it beautiful. Gosh, Romantic pieces are so TEMPERAMENTAL.

It's like, for every few notes I play, there are things to be corrected. I need to hold this note. No no, not like that. Hold it until THIS note, then let go, and hold THAT note instead. You know, things like that which surprisingly do make a lot of difference.

During PE today Mrs. Tan briskly told us, "Run one round in less than 2 minutes. If any of you take more than 2 minutes, the whole class has to run again."

It was just... my god!

And since it was just one round, we all sprinted like crazy. Or at least tried to.

There was a lot of shoving and jostling and tripping over each other in the first 50m.

And I was free, free, free of the strains of long-distance running and I just ran, like whoosh. It was so fun! I could feel my legs taking step after step in a growing... rage... frenzy...

Have also discovered that I run faster on my toes.

Weng Jun: Are you mixed?
Stacy: -stares- Am I what? (I wasn't sure if I heard correctly, you see)
Weng Jun: I mean like, are you pure Chinese?
Stacy: Um yeah, why?
Weng Jun: Because like when I see you on the track your hair and eyes look brown. But now like not brown leh!

hahahah. It's probably the sun that makes my hair look brown. And my eyes are brown. And I don't know if I look mixed but anyway.

Weng Jun: My skin changes colour in different room temperatures.
Stacy: Like what, it turns green in the lab, purple in the classroom-
Weng Jun: No no noooo

It's a compliment when someone tells you that you look mixed, right? Good.

Oh and ANDREA HAS GONE TO HCI. I mean, just for the week. Lucky girl! Very lucky girl! Apparently only some of the top pupils can go or something? Eh, UNFAIR. I want to go too and I'm not exactly stupid, you know.

:(

The Arena shows today and I am muchly looking forward to it.

PRAWNS FOR DINNER. OMG I LOVE PRAWNS!!!

Except when I have to shell them. I swear, I try, but I just cannot shell prawns!

I

am

eating

prawns.

Yum.

Eat your heart out, bitch.

rock solid

2007-02-26T05:05:00.000-08:00

Quoting Natalie's Blog:

Once upon a time,

the prophet Gandalfusyvoldemort stood on the Holy Rocks of Krimish, and declared to the listening peasants, "All ye people, hear me! In the future shall a carrot come! And this carrot shall resemble a human, wear clothes from centuries long past her time, and her voice shall soar into the realms of sonic sound! The bats will hear her call, and bow before her, for she is but a distant cousin to them. Her name shall forever be sung in what shall come to be known as a waltz! And the rhythm shall sound like this: oh CHUAN CHUAN-oh CHUAN CHUAN-oh CHUAN CHUAN. From this day forth, all you menfolk shall seek this carrot out, lest this prophecy, when passed from generation to generation through the sands of time, should be tarnished or forgotten! Ah, woe is me! And all of you shall worship this carrot, and when she is found, she shall be clad in a flowing hippy dress and a mannish sweater, and will be known as the Carrot of Carrots."

And the listening people heard all this, and swore to forever hold this prophecy in a place in their hearts.

If you didn't get the joke about the waltz, you're a loser.

As usual, misafro was being an idiot today.
It was rainy
We handed in our movie reviews, I hope it's liked
We handed in our gonghans, I couldn't care less whether it's liked or not

See the apparent difference between my attitude towards English and my attitude towards Chinese? Literature today was awfully boring, and although I liked the passages we read, I hated analyzing them because we had to do like

genre
sense
tone
feeling
intention
language
characterization

etc.

And truly, I don't even understand what these words are referring to. There's a page in our textbook that tells us how to analyze sense, tone, feeling et cetera, but I can't tell the difference between all of them.

I mean, why doesn't he ASK US QUESTIONS instead of telling us to turn to page xxx and fill out our worksheet and all that? I'd rather he ask us questions! It's so much livelier!

And so much more personal, and interactive, and at least it gives him more of a chance to give his own opinions and all that, blah.

MEP lesson today has led me to discover that

music is like literature.

You have to know it, you have to be born with it.

And music seems to me a lot more difficult than literature, because with music, you need a natural ear. It's impossible to train yourself to be pitch perfect. It's impossible to reverse the effects of being tone-deaf. Without your ears, you are nothing. (Except of course in extraordinary cases like Beethovan's where he, despite being deaf, went on to compose some of his greatest pieces ever. The lovely benefits of being pitch perfect, lesigh)

As for literature, it's true that with an open mind, experience, maturity and a lot of exposure to all sorts of works, you can easily become a pro. (though I like to think, and still maintain to some extent, the fact that to really appreciate/understand literature requires something inborn)

Because literature isn't just about reading and writing and mastering techniques. If it were just so, it would be a lot harder to appreciate and master. Instead literature is also about life, understanding people, understanding certain morals and all that - it's just in the guise of words, that's all.

(which is why sometimes I want to be a musician, or an artist, instead of just a writer/poet.

Music is purely music, emotion, soul.

Art is purely... well, art, and soul and emotion and life and all that.

While literature, words, are but messengers of the thoughts. Indeed very noble and effective messengers, but I still can't help but feel that there's a degree of superficiality to it, as Oscar Wilde said in Dorian Grey. )

Guess I should just get used to the fact that words and thoughts are all that I'll ever be good at? It's a depressing thought!

But a lot of famous authors (Anita Brookner, William Corlett, etc.) must have found a way out of this dilemma.

Maybe they thought their way out.

Or maybe they did something better - they just didn't care.

As you can see, I'm not being very thorough here

I wonder what Mrs. Sushilla has been doing these days. She briefly mentioned a pilgrimage last year. She also talked to me about God.

I remember it clearly.

(though not as clearly as I would've liked to)

We were at the bench at the sec1 quadrangle, and she was giving me my last few tasks as Her Literature Rep. And then she talked to me about God.

"I can't help but feel that there is more in this person called Sushilla, more in this person called Stacy, that will not die with our bodies."

Something along these lines.

And I fear she had a rather high opinion of me. I didn't want to keep nodding and agreeing, as I usually do when I'm with teachers, so I attempted to give my own opinions but found myself unable to.

It's so weird.

About a year has passed and I still haven't started thinking about God. I promised her I would, but I didn't. So now I have to think about God. What I think he is. And all that. I wonder what I'll do! It's not like I can form a rock solid theory saying God Does Exist And He Rocks so the ride shall be rather fun, I suppose.

ooffa

2007-02-25T07:04:00.001-08:00

Have been productive today

1. Maths assignment
2. Touched up on Shakespeare in Love essay
3. Did geography research before eight o’clock
4. Have almost finished tingxie

Grah, I still have to memorize a passage for dictation.

Yesterday

Went to the park because I was feeling stifled at home
And I saw this cute guy
And Ricky ran away from two big dogs
And all in all, I had a very fun time at the park

Also took a couple of pictures and a video of a cloud moving!

It was really pretty that day.

And at night

Greg and I talked about him getting by on his looks, and about how I had an alter ego who loved farting and how he had an alter ego who found the idea of milking cows very fetching then we talked about flying penises of doom and boobwhips and jingling asses and explosive dildos and discussed America and Iraq drowning in floods of semen and then ended our conversation peacefully looking at pictures of cupcakes.

Ha-Ha-Ha

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Dizzy up, everyone!

Went to IKEA yesterday to get a bed for my daddy who will be discharged tomorrow, very early yeah? Though I hate the hospital, in some ways I will also miss it. I think he’ll like it better here, unless he prefers the crazy solitude of the isolated first-class ward. With only the television and the laptop for his company.

And the laptop doesn’t even have internet access.