Do what nao, I’m going to ask. Hope.
I leave for a while, a little scared. Sparkling Korea calls, and I pick up the phone and hear breathing noises.
But other than that! Updates. On having found funny little friends who baby me & take care of me, who are so fulla life and culture and ridiculous craptalk that you cannot help but love them slowly, one by one. Cloves & laughter & neverending nights. To the Godfather 8D
Also, the closure of The Fever. THANK THE LORD ALMIGHTY, it was so tiring to struggle through a script noone understood, to watch crap rehearsal after crap rehearsal and try to restructure them as tactfully as possible. I learnt A LOT espesh from noorlina, who is …brilliance in the disguise of shrill chinese lady.
Library stint is also over, so now I have means & I have time 8D
Am very tempted to relief teach. Sick of tuition. Eyeing the secondary school at the other end of my carpark. Mmm. Now might be a good time, considering most relief teachers will be back in school, and I only start in late August.
FAREWELL FOR NAO! (wish me luccckkkk, if you know what i mean )
“I have reached a sublime depth of tiredness, that is has conferred a dignity on my selfish isolation and I don’t feel the least bit ashamed for it all.”
Rabindranath Tagore.
I have alll this time to myself, and I still haven’t found the quiet. The library still has stuff for me to do, roles to play.
I think Korea’s on. For the sparkling part of it anyway. & the poetic Irishman. Don’t laugh.
Sebab saya shotgun = cbawesome la.
But I can’t love you any other way, I don’t know how.
Don’t tell me I’m being influenced by Ayn Rand’s premature objectivism spiel or I’m being a blockhead/man, but why do people let disagreements affect them so much? Like in casual conversation, if a person has an opposing point of view or two hundred, why is it so displeasing to them if two people function and think differently on a particular topic, especially when their disagreement is of no consequence outside of their own relations? Okay, so the person doesn’t respond the way they expected. Maybe their expectations were naive! Alright, so they went away feeling like they didn’t find their freaking lost twin or something. Are we all slaves to the freaking ‘only connect’?! Is that all we want—for people to agree with us all the time and be agreeable and be yesmen? Would that soothe some crappy ego somewhere? I say bring it the fck on.
Also, the more time I spend in alone in the library, the harder I have to try not to hate people on sight. Just people. In general. On trains and busstops and library users and staff members. I end up being very snide and unkind to people I actually like, which is the last thing I want! Thursday was maybe the rare occasion where I actually succeeded in being kind and having a decent conversation about, amongst other topics, Irish authors, Islam, Kim Jong Il and sperm. But now it’s a little discoloured. Pah. Of course it is. Of course of course, why didn’t I see it. “I don’t trust you either.”
But okay. I’m terribly grumpy right now. I go, plskthx. And leave you with a pretteh song to cheer you up. Am tempted to get accepted to Princeton just to stalk the adorable Jewish tenor. But it’s kinda of a hassle, you know. Stalking and all. 8D
Some notes while watching them classics decompose in front of my eyes:
1) Just got back from the loo after washing hands like I have OCD and I don’t care. There was some woman from the nearby office in one of the other cubicles, peeing away, when suddenly, she sighs. The most orgasmic miasmic fantastic breath of relief, it was so loud. And oh my lord, WHAT was she doing in there?! In the midst of peeing too. Who does that? I will find out who that sigher was, and what was so relieving. I’ve got to. It’s not the receptionist, but was it the guidance counselor? Or the Dean *_*
2) Milan Kundera’s Immortality feels like an accurate desciption of a life of everyday ban mien, youtube & reading.
3) I read the Wall Street Journal, The International Herald Tribune, Newsweek, Time & The Business Time …OUT OF GUILT. No one else reads them.
3) Ben Folds is hidden brilliance.
4) When people steal the TV away from you, resort to AL PACINO IN SCARFACE. Well, not call everybody a mothereffin c***s****er. You know what I mean.
5) I’m still laughing over the Epiphany submission of Cunning Face Powder 8D s&m, this is too funny. She’s exhausted her primary school vocab list. Honestly, what reference does the title evoke?!
