Tuesday, March 16, 2004

Someone Shot My Left Arm In The War

I dreamt last night that I participated in some kind of war, and I was shot, three times. One bullet hit my left arm, and another two hit my right. Somehow I wasn't bleeding to death, and my left arm recovers miraculously by itself, but the two other bullets remained in my right arm. Such a strange dream. I never remembered how it ended.
Perhaps it's just my obsession with Colonel Aureliano Buendía, a character from the book I'm reading- A Hundred Years Of Solitude. *shrugs*

Everything else seems to be going by in a blur-my weekdays seem to be merging into my weekends, and suddenly time is moving ten times faster than I remember it. I am beginning to feel lost in a whirlwind of memories, and perhaps that is why I feel a tinge of sadness. New memories, and old ones, my poor little confused mind can't bear it all. I guess at this moment, I prefer my head to be clear of all thoughts. Empty. Or rather,I desire it to be so.

I should be happy, really. It's a great time to be alive- I've got into the course of my choice, now my whole life is set for the next three years, my previous assessment went well, I've got fantastic friends,plus,I'm in London, so I really shouldn't complain.

The fall of the petals of the cherry blossoms are so romantic, it's magical. Just the idea of spring in the air, the flowers in bloom, should really awe me so much, keep my mind busy that there would be no room for depression.
But it always finds you. Lurking in the tinist corner in your mind. The plague that once the realization hits, will spread like wildfire. It's a fucked up feeling.
I guess my lonely pangs have started again.

Friday, March 12, 2004

I think this would be a very interesting site for whoever is interested in crafts and sewing...it's a current exhibition going on in London (whoopee for me!), and I may check it out next week. The site's pretty colourful, and it definately changes my perception of the traditional art of sewing.
Give it a click, yea?

http://www.craftscouncil.org.uk/boyswhosew/about.html

Wednesday, March 10, 2004

Something I found on poetry.com, surfing for poems, something which I have not done in such a long time.
I am losing a hold on the world filled with my words...
This was written by the lady mention on the bottom, and I thought it was an interesting way at looking at life, metaphorically.
Enjoy.

Life

The world is a tavern
The door is open wide -
All are invited
To enter inside.

We pay with a handshake
For wine and the beers
To bury away
Our worries and tears.

We dance to the rhythm
Of human hearts' beat -
The world is a tavern
Where all people meet.

The women's soft bodies
Ripe as a peach
The secrets of love
Are willing to teach.

Life is a tavern -
Before it closes down
Dance to the music
While you are in town.....

-Hana Gerzanic-Hons

Eyes A-twitchin

It's 12:20pm, and I'm awaiting my doom. My assessment is due, and at 3pm, I'll go into the crummy little room where my tutor Frank is, and hear him comment on my work. Not looking forward to it very much, since I was caught so obviously for coming in late today. Finally finished my storybook illustration project, so that's a big relief. Didn't have anything much for the current 'envy' project, so I'm pretty much screwed right there.

Anyways, I've just been to Dawn's website : http://www.geocities.com/dawncng/dedworld2/showcase.html
(I hope you don't mind me publishing this, doodie), and just so you know , for all those of you who *do* view it- don't you just hate her!?!!!!! *grin*,...it's illustration envy, I swear....(you know I still love you, Dawnieeeee...*evil laugh*)
Despite what I've said, go check it out, okay? I swear it's GooDDdd stuff. (:

My left eye has been twitching on and off, randomly, and my vision's going a bit fuzzy. I guess it's my body's way of telling me to catch up on my sleep. Been staying up till early morning helping my friends on their portfolios, while trying to finish my project at the same time. Esther has temporarily moved into my room again, keeping me and Goncalo company, and it allows us to exchange ideas easily(of course, these are all excuses just to have Milo and Cerelac parties on a regular basis).

Oh, yeah...ehehe..this I have to mention. You know the white power you ate when you were a small child? I'm referring to Cerelac (don't roll your eyes on me, this stuff is GOOODDD)- it's babyfood, I know. Apparantly Britian doesn't sell Cerelac on the shelves of the local convenience store, so we have to get our private stash from this little Portugese shop in Oval.I guess this is the time for a different kind of indulgence, and this time round, it had to be babyfood. And I thought *I* was the only one who appreciated it(at some point, that made me kinda ashamed about it, but HAH, not anymore!!!). Who would have thought I would be eating Cerelac with someone from Portugal or Taiwan!

Goshh...this is making me hungry.......*frowns*
Okay, just turned around and asked Luisa to humour me and get out for lunch. Will be eating soon...gawd...the wait is killing me!!!!
Actually, I'd rather be home and crash in my cozy lil bed,...eating Cerelac...but alas..we can't always have what we want, rite? ):



Monday, March 08, 2004

The Big Trip

I don't know why I'm calling this portion of the entry "the big trip". Sounds corny, doesn't it?
Just seem to be in a rhyme-me mood. Luisa got into Illustration BA too, and so did the German couple who lives on the same floor as me in halls, so there is cause for celebration! Am so relieved that everything went well for Luisa, and I'm glad we're finally all happy. (:

Anywaaaayyyyyy, joy is all around, because, in two weeks time, Esther, Michelle and me are flying off to Sweden for 4-5days for a short trip. Well deserved, I must say! I must admit, we've all worked our asses off during the last two terms, and this calls for a holiday! (: Our flights are all booked, (my parents don't know, and *not supposed to know, mind you*) and all we need are to pack and go.
WHoopeEEee!!!!!!!!

Tuesday, March 02, 2004

And Now....

*drumroll*..................





I GOT IN!!!!!!!! (:
*bounces excitedly around*

'Nuff Said.

Monday, March 01, 2004

Monday Monday...

Monday, Monday, so good to me
Monday mornin', it was all I hoped it would be
Oh Monday mornin', Monday mornin' couldn't guarantee
That Monday evenin' you would still be here with me

Monday, Monday, can't trust that day
Monday, Monday, sometimes it just turns out that way
Oh Monday mornin' you gave me no warnin' of what was to be
Oh Monday, Monday, how could you leave and not take me

Every other day, every other day
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah
But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes
A-you can find me cryin' all of the time

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Yes, it's that song from the Mamas and the Papas, which have otherwise been in my head since yesterday night.
Monday's over, and now I'm relieved. (: