Wednesday, March 28, 2007
/set the fire to the third bar
I feel like I am watching everything from space And in a minute I hear my name and I wake I think the finish line's a good place we could start Take a deep breath, take in all that you could want- The Finish Line, Snow PatrolEschewing off a database of inspirational quotes lately (as a resort of pushing myself into thriving through these implode of performance tasks and SAs with the survival odds of a polar bear in the eddies of Sahara), Snow Patrol has become the latest whimsical earworm.
On other matters, blogging seems painfully tedious - or atleast to the flubbering fingers of mine after hours of tapping away at The Calculator in an effective bid to plough my way through the mathematics performance task. Very soon, before I potentially forsake my sanity to the evil minions of Mathematic proponents, I ought to deviate myself to worthier causes such as saturating myself with more Snow Patrol and the
borderline angstiness it oozes with.
Oh well.
6:23 AM
/we sang like caged birds
I am in a good mind to ship all my whining and angst slobbered posts to LiveJournal. Yet, since everyone has been leaving dibs on my averseness to permanantly settling down at an URL, I shall refrain from exercising my nomad nature. So I shall have to settle with amusing myself with a different blogskin. Hopefully the change will reverse my reputation as a self-pitying soul. I am happy. I am
so frigging happy I am like this viral clump of contagiousness itching to infect everyone with the inspiration to smile and sniff yellow flowers. Yeah.
Congress Class Discussion was ordinary. I am afraid to reveal the class did not conduct an upheaval against relief teachers, or in the context of history, no Class Revolution occured. No paradigm shift from the unqualified hands of teachers who are unfalteringly devoted to their handouts. I am afraid we are all fated to wallow in self-sought misery and watch our education spiral into the pits of irrerversible tribulation.
On other matters, Titoudao was a refreshing embarkation of the March holidays. Pam Ooi was full of the energy she had been applauded to be, moving from lighthearted humor to undiluted sadness. It seems its not Singapore's art scene which is lacking as it is claimed to be, but the audience required to sustain it. Anyhow, if you do wish to chalk up some culture points over the holidays I would suggest watching this play rather than indulging in purportless movies supported by a flimsy wisp of a plot. Now that the Oscar season has concluded, Hollywood has found momentary satiation with churning out half-hearted romances and adorable kiddy animations.
So well, Happy Holidays.
6:10 AM
