So now we have the epigenome. The whole world is moving beneath my feet and I have to get moving too. It's ironic that when I have finally earned my freedom from studying, I want to plunge into a hectic worklife and renew the whole experience of sleep deprivation, stress, meeting targets and having no life.
Extremely disappointed with several things. I ought to take a more mature stance on all these things that I clearly have a choice in. The concept of taking responsibility is just growing up, which already began with the expiry of my ezlink concession privileges. Growing up will take much acclimatising. At the moment it's the flurry of decisions and more decisions. Universities, career path, temp job and a bond or no bond? See I think it's so much easier to just study and I didn't know how easy I had it then. I can see quite evidently now that I have to decide my own life but at 18 I haven't seen very far, at best 10 years down and if I want to be too cautious I should have a few more plans if the rest fail.
So why is my beautiful world so well hidden. Eh.
4:50 AM
What is the significance of writing?
Do we all have a moral responsibility to write- we consume the literary genius of other writers and with this receipt of what others worked to create, do we have the responsibility to pay if forward, by synthesising from various works with a dash of my two cents worth?
Writing can be immensely disappointing and it's like suffering from constipation. You don't seem to express yourself with the right words or the expression is only partial. It's irritating while a writer is on the task and at moments like these the advice would usually to await a stronger surge from nature that can inspire the writer to write gratifyingly and completely.
Thanks to numerous priorities that superseded my need to write, I wrote scantly. The A levels, CCAs and just staying alive. For one who is not a professional writer, and whose works are not meant to be shared in the first place, clearly, writing is not important for staying alive. And if it is about reflection and consolidation, which is why many people maintain a diary, is thinking, i.e. resurrecting the memories, reinforcing the lessons and reliving the emotions in your head a poor substitute? Does replacing writing with thinking make me any more vacant emotionally?
Once I was crazy about writing, I was insanely in love with language that I thought I would study the language in university but I realise it is a love I can put down, forget in the face of things like study, work, friends and play. Or at least I thought I could. I snigger at the feeble attempts to earn attention with garish photos, needless details about some super interesting and happening lives and the updated lists of newest couples and breakups. These made writing so easy to put down but once in a long while I stumble upon an entry that makes some cells dance. Slowly, many cells dance and awake the closeted passion I once had, channeling this energy to my fingers and head to write again in the hope that someone, a reader from the land of serendipity will also begin to dance in the cells too.
4:19 AM
Friday, October 09, 2009
Very old but it remains one of the most meaningful theme songs in channel 8 history in my opinion.
7:37 AM
Thursday, April 02, 2009
OMGosh. Glosso's tomorrow and I didn't ask anyone to come because I'm seriously underprepared. Even with the co-written dentist poem with Ally and my own poem that no one understands (some compliment that is?) I will probably traumatise some person in the audience by staring intently into his/her eyes so I don't have to look elsewhere and have my nerves overwhelm me.
Admittedly, it is counter to my nature to speak like this but truly life sucks now. School sucks too. And it's depressing that I cannot resist becoming a bimbo. Increasingly I am anti-social too. Well I do have a life, one that revolves around my work, Piano and Writers. Oh no. But I qualify. Now.
keeps blowing me away. I can't make my day.
7:43 AM
Sunday, March 29, 2009
I've been sitting, watching life pass from the sidelines been waiting for a dream to seep in through my blinds I wonder what might happen, if I left this all behind would the wind be at my back, could I get you off my mind This time.
7:26 AM
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Oh no. I don't like blogging. But I do sometimes when the alternative is a 2500-word GP report on politics. Yes there is lots to say.
1. Orientation 2009 I have been through 3 orientations since 2006 and this has got to be the best yet. Not that there is any basis for comparison, but the company of my Creon OGLs were awesome, amazing and simply all-pervasive and addictive. It was a massive amount of fun and explosive character packed into a very limited span of 1 week so I was so tired having fun every moment. You see, I have been through orientations so I was expecting the routine of cheers and games just with a different perspective of an OGL this time. In short, I was expecting something like 50% satisfaction from orientation but I know it has already surpassed the limit right now. Instrumental were my wonderful sub-og ogls, sarah (my best camwhore companion), jiada (whom i always slap) and smeet in livening up everything and being at the receiving end of my eccentric ways. I think it's really different when you have freshmen who look up to you and make you want to be as unusually nice as possible. Ya they all make me crazy but i'm still very composed at least. Also I had been to suntec, to ECP and to OG bbqs before and honestly i expected nothing but it all came up very surprisingly when i was in all these places and everyone around me allowed me to experience these elements of the orientation in such a fresh light. Yes. I loved it so I will remember it. But the dominating part of orientation was more the OGLs whom I met. I remember sitting in that circle after the first ogl meeting thinking that I must have been a hermit cos I swear I didn't know any of their names (except the IP peeps) and now to think I know them all and camwhored so much with them :) I guess I will remember orientation. I will reminisce about my freshmen (and all our private sharing sessions at KFC where we occupied 5 tables without buying anything! OMG.). I will relive the moments with my fellow OGLs in school with our favourite cheer adopted from fish-and-co. Although I cannot say it i still think it's so amusing. Birthday Boy, wanna have fun! Where to go? Fish & Co. Haha exactly. And that is why the limit to the satisfaction had dissolved :):)
2. Eh I'm tired.
5:52 AM
Saturday, January 31, 2009
I could abstain. But I could also play, invest, burn and live to tell the story.
walk into the fire.
5:47 AM
Sunday, January 18, 2009
I think I've never really talked about my chinese name before when it is actually such a big part of my life even right now when I no longer take chinese, speaking of which, I MISS CHINESE A LOT. I miss learning yan4 yus3, cheng2 yus3 and just comparing all the stickers that Chen laoshi gives us. Oh and how I love my chinese table in V11: Jing, Althea, May, GuoWei cos we always get to bond and eat during chinese. I also think about my very first table arrangement when I came to VJC when I was sitting with Althea, May, Alvin, Sanchit and Jerald and we were named 'A' dumpsters by althea cos all our names comprised the letter A. Yes I have no idea what all this is doing in my brain but with this Chinese grp it was equally fun with the systematic 'ting xie' relay system we had from one point in the hexagonal table to the last person. 我好喜欢讲华语！
Anyone who wants to at least bask in some modicum of 'coolness' would resist having a chinese name like mine cos "wei2? wei wei" only makes the other ppl laugh. Ah but I have to say that I really embraced my chinese name increasingly because it makes others laugh so I've learnt to laugh with them and think really hard for some way to laugh at them later. Secondly it's memory-friendly and both characters are really the same word: 玮玮 which is straightforward and sophisticated enough yet not to the extent that it is a super-sophisticated-wannabe. But I still have my qualms. Everyone's names have meanings, e.g. Jing jing = a glowing star in the sky; Hui Chieh = wisdom and purity, etc. At least the parents had meanings in mind. Problem is my parents don't know what wei wei means. This means I have lots more self-discovery to do zomg.
4:42 AM
welcome
"The only way to stop thinking about money is when you have too much of it."
Also I had been to suntec, to ECP and to OG bbqs before and honestly i expected nothing but it all came up very surprisingly when i was in all these places and everyone around me allowed me to experience these elements of the orientation in such a fresh light. Yes. I loved it so I will remember it. 
