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Saturday, June 10, 2006 First things first, folks (which should actually mean I go get a bath and sleep but hey, priorities is as priorities does!)...VIVVY'S BACK! Book her now, while stocks last! XD Ah... sweet humidity. How I did not miss you. :( Viv wished for the moon @ 1:53 PM Saturday, May 06, 2006 Of Graceful Endings The irony that in the last month before I leave Ithaca, I should make some new and wonderful friends anr finally explore the places I wanted to explore.Yesterday: All-nighter for my politics paper complete; dissatisfied with job but my fault for not starting it earlier. After that -- meeting Lauren and Becky for lunch and walk down to the Commons to pick up a gift for Prof Kesh. Then, I finally make a trip to Comics for Collectors, and pick up some singles and find out that it's Free COmic Book Day the next day, promise to return. Followed by Starbucks coffee and shopping with Lauren at Trader K's, a secondhand clothing store with tons of gems. Bid a farewell to Lauren, with promise that we'll meet in Lancaster when I'm in Pennsylvania! Then Ruth and Mali join me, and Mali and I make a quicky jaunt to Pyramid Mall for stuff. Collegetown is next; we regroup with Ruth, meet Ha Phuong and Claire at Collegetown for the best North Indian food ever followed by hot Almond Milk Black Bubble Tea at the Teahouse. On the way bak to campus, meet Alex on the bus, and we all go to the Garden apartment of one of Claire's friends to play 4x4 grid tic tac toe with oversized M&Ms and many riotous rounds of "Spoons", (think variation of the game "Heart Attack", except with spoons. Panic ensues.)where we scream ourselves hoarse. Mali and Lauren. I'm gonna miss those girls so bad... And then today, helped Alex shift stuff to my room for safekeeping. Last lunch in the dining hall with him and the remaining international kids, and I return the dining hall cups I took for filming at last. To the commons next with Alex for Free Comic Book Day, and while the booty isn't the best, everything else in the store is 25% off. I go crazy. Alex's mum arrives, takes us back to my room where I help them load up. She's grateful, asks about my plans, finds out that Mel and I have no accommodation in Connecticut and insists we stay over at their place. I enthusiastically accept! Providence, thank God...Mel and I were really worried about finding a place to stay there which was near where we wanted to go, and today's events were really evidence of His hand at work. He provides indeed! Then I meet Ruth and we go to the Commons (again) to post off her huge poster. To Comics for Collectors again, cos Ruth wanted to check it out, then a Frozen Latte, Raisin-Cinnamon bagel with cream cheese, and half a chocolate cake at Collegetown Bagels nextdoor. Because Ruth and I don't know when and how to stop eating, we then go to Moosewood for a house salad with lemon-tahini dressing, a sweet potato soup and yummy bread. Walk back to school, and take a detour through a nature trail to get there. A gorgeous one hour stroll with tons of photos. Arrive back at 8, and BOOM...I have to start packing! :( But yes. Two very packed, two very enjoyable days, tinged with the bittersweetness that questions why only now I'm doing all these fun things and that I never did them before. Sadness that just as I have started to build friendships, it's time to pack up the room, lock the doors and leave. And much as we promise to keep in touch, you wonder whether you'll ever meet again. Bittersweet indeed. But packing calls at any rate. Only so long I can put it off. Ciao my loves. Viv wished for the moon @ 9:35 PM Saturday, April 15, 2006 On Weekend PartyingWell...I don't know. I think I would be justified at saying at this point, after going clubbing a few times and going for a frat party last night, that aside from the dancing it just isn't my thing. I never used to believe people at home when they insisted they went clubbing only for the dancing, but now that I've tried it out I concede that I was wrong on that point. Having said that, I have absolutely no interest in beer pong, flip cup, waking up very late the next day or getting so piss-drunk/high that you pass out or end up not remembering a single thing about the evening before, and making that the sole topic of conversation the next day. It's not how I want to spend my nights, and I wish people could accept that without thinking of the person as either a stick in the mud or somehow repressed. Can't someone have a good time without having to engage in any of the above? *Breathes* Right. I should stop right about here. Viv wished for the moon @ 9:53 PM Wednesday, April 12, 2006 Boom! HEDGEHOG!Zomg! Now you can feed Berle a strawberry! Click the tab that says "more", click the strawberry to get it out onto the screen, and double click the berry on his nose, he'll chomp it for you! So feed my Hedgehog, make me happy! Currently in chill mode after crazy weekend of filming. It was fun but now that the film's been sent off for transfer, I'm apprehensive. I'm so anxious to see how it looks and afraid of being disappointed if it turns out badly. But that is for next week, for now, I'm taking it easy. Went to play badminton yesterday and then headed for Late Night with a few friends, so it was all good indeed. On the downside though, 3 things: 1. Got 0/5 for a pop quiz today, because I didn't study for it at all. I didn't even read the section of the essay that the question was based on so I know for sure it's a 0/5 kind of fail, and not a 2/5 or even 1/5 kind of fail. :( Oh well. Extra Credit here we come. 2. Woke up late today, missed my theatre class, was so flustered that I forgot to return my film equipment so it came in an hour late and so my Park card has been revoked for 4 working days so I can't borrow out or use any equipment till next Tuesday. Bummer. So well that kinda sounds like 3 bad things rolled into one, doesn't it? Hmm. 3. My feet smell terrible. Ugh. It's time to do laundry but dammit I'm so lazy. However, I can smell my feet from 1.5meters up, which probably isn't a very good sign and you should be glad you're not within a 2m radius of me right about now. I feel bad for Ruth and Becky who will bear the brunt of my malodorous feet when I go over for dinner inna while. Heh heh. Mm. *snifs* God that smells bad. Ok, Imma have to go wash those toes like right about now. *trudges off, leaving the smell of bad feet in her wake* Viv wished for the moon @ 6:18 PM Saturday, April 01, 2006 Homesick. I guess I've been lucky that it never struck hard, but it doesn't mean it's not there. And it only really intensifies when I've got lots of work to do around here, and for whatever reason I'm feeling incredibly isolated and alone. But there you go, feeling it nonetheless. Just went over my backlog of journal entries and found myself missing stuff about home. Retrospect and missingness has made everything about home very, very, very precious and beautiful. Even the stuff like studying for exams has become a fond memory because of the fact that it was done with a good friend at one of my favourite coffee joints ever. And of course that feeling applies way more for the stuff that was fun.I miss falling asleep in my Gosohyfodo's lap as he watches soccer at our place, wandering around the City Hall area with him, finding new little places to eat, or sharing the comfort of old favourites (Kenny Roger's -- "Your cholestrol, baby, stop whining. Mow! NO MACARONI AND CHEESE!" Coffee Bean -- "I'll pay for the coffee this time, baby, I promised!"). I miss cycling at East Coast Park. I miss Saturday morning breakfast at Coffee Bean with my parents, and going shopping with my mum after that. I miss just the random times after class when I call my mum and she asks, "Wanna go for a coffee?" and off we go. I miss outings with the Sganimez folks, where we sit around occupying large sections of fast food joints and annoying other patrons and the management with our talking and drawing. I miss the smaller little drawing outings too -- kudos to Moyan, Marc, Jon and Sean for the good times. I miss prowling the Kino-Artfriend-Library@Orchard-National Library-Bras Basar Complex circuit with my man Seano, and randomly popping up in RC to say hi to him and the Maple-girl if they're in. I miss studying with Jon and hearing him complain about NUS. I miss having the freedom that comes from driving. I miss having Turkish food with friends after depressing Iranian movies, and all-night movie marathons. I miss having random conversations with Becky during tea fellowship, where we always find things that are still new to talk about. I miss Wenne messaging out of nowhere to ask me to go with him for concerts. I miss the Humanz gatherings. I miss going back for school events with the old gang and then going to Adam Road Hawker Centre/Sixth avenue for supper after that. I miss eating Dim Sum with Janice (Janice: "Only Chinese food aah!"). I miss falling alseep in Karin's very comfy room and have her poke me and go "Vivveeeee...". I miss porrige at Chinatown with Bryan Ho. I miss Galen downloading weird shit into my computer. I miss hearing Zhiq's perpetually cheerful "Hullo Vivvy". I miss Kox's Ali G impressions. I miss laughing at Pak's drunken antics. I miss my dog. I miss eating my mum's cooking. I miss struggling through sales at Mango with her. I miss hearing my brother bully her (In amused exasperation: "Oh son! Where did you learn to say such things from?"). I miss how my dad feels being with us is so important. I miss being dragged awake for the bloody-early-morning walks at Botanical Gardens. I miss seeing my mum and dad come home from their morning walks on Mondays together, so loving and happy. I miss talking with friends at the Coffee Club on campus. I miss the fun but mad and crazy times our broadcast journalism group -- Me, Mel, Steph, El and Sulin had with our projects. (Yes as you would have noticed by now, a lot of my memories revolve around eating and particularly, coffee. It runs in my veins, man, in 6 different blends.) I miss it. I miss it all. In some ways, I can't wait to be home. Viv wished for the moon @ 9:08 PM Thursday, March 30, 2006 CHEWIE!! OOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHATTA WOOKIEE!!Oh man. Chewbacca by Supernova (Featured in the movie Clerks) just cracks me up. But just to set the record straight, Weird Al did NOT sing that song! And Clerks X: 10th Anniversary Edition DVD set rocks so hard. I love that movie. And speaking of movies. Ugh. I have to come up with the plan for my final film soon! :( Like, by tomorrow or day after! >___< Muse...Now... Viv wished for the moon @ 11:33 PM Sunday, March 26, 2006 Remember, remember, the fifth of November.Saw it. Adored it. Still thinking about it. Ohhhh man. There's nothing not to like about V for Vendetta. It is officially my favourite movie of the year. Viv wished for the moon @ 7:04 PM Friday, March 24, 2006 W00tThis is me not doing my essay! God I'm tired, I got 3 hours of sleep and I've seen enough on transnationalism and globalization to last me a long long time. Sleeeeep Viv wished for the moon @ 1:32 PM Wednesday, March 22, 2006 It's official -- I am immune to coffee. I can have one of those large sized ones with hardly any milk or sugar and I can still fall dead asleep right smack in the middle of the campus centre pub. Ugh.TIME TO SEARCH FOR NEW STIMULANTS or else essays will never get done. Though I suspect a lot of it is a question of will. If I ont want to do an essay badly enough, I can switch my brain off and tell my eyelids to start drooping, and then convince myself that I'm sleepy and getting a good night's rest is more important than staying up late to write a paper for which the grades don't matter all that much, but still end up sleeping at 3 anyway because I figured since I was about to sleep I might as well chill out and bum around online/on MSN. I don't know about you but I'm starting to see a trend here. Hmm. Blogging from the public stand-up terminal at the pub now. Time for a tall cuppa as I get down and jiggy with my Global Studies notes. And who knows I might just start writing it tonight! Whee! In other news, still looking for people to watch V for Vendetta. By gum, if nobody's going to go I'm still going to make the trip down on my own if I have to. Not gonna leave before watching it. On an interesting note I wonder if Alan Moore secretly keeps DVDs of all the adaptations of his graphic novels. I wonder if he's snuck out to the theatre to catch V for Vendetta even though he's disowned the project completely. I wonder if he's kicking himself for acknowledging League of Extraodinary Gentlemen, which was el crap, and for ditching Vendetta which sounds so much more promising, or whether he's too weird and eccentric and thinking about his next project to really bother. Mm. Right, coffee time. *scoots* Viv wished for the moon @ 9:19 PM Oh Mama. After watching the trailer online, I have to Have To HAVE TO watch V for Vendetta. Hopefully I can find takers for Friday night... Viv wished for the moon @ 2:26 AM Tuesday, March 21, 2006
...Full of bees? ** So if you haven't said HI to Berle already, do so! He's snuffling around, looking for a loose scrap of greeting to nibble on so he can make little response poops in his cage just for you. And we all know how much we love a good response poop, so get with the feedin' already! That's an order! Well, no. A plea! A rejoinder! A fedora! Take your pick! I like fedora. So I'm feeling utterly random today. And weirdly happy. Despite essay due on Friday and Rough cut for montage due around then, as of right now, 7.38pm, I am a happy girl. For absolutely no reason, or perhaps every reason. Take your pick! I don't know but I just felt like ending like this ZOMG HI MSN PLS LETS BE FRINEDS Wheee (Happiness begets randomness.) Viv wished for the moon @ 7:36 PM Berle You have to be very bored, or very distracted from work that's due really soon, to adopt a virtual pet. And coincidentally that's what I am. Anyway, long years after Plato my red blob mysteriously disappeared into the gif-oblivion from which he came, the void has been filled! *points down the sidebar* Meet Berle, the kosher hedgehog. X) Viv wished for the moon @ 9:11 AM Sunday, March 19, 2006 Thanks, ladies, for rocking my week.Now take New York by storm! Much love. And y'all better be home this summer. XP ** Otherwise, the weather continues to be charming, and I continue to be chugging for far too many hours on the catch-up-on-homework train. Guh. I wish I could make myself care less about work -- THE GRADES DON'T COUNT, DAMMIT -- but I don't know. I think I derive personal satisfaction from a job done to the best of my ability, even if it doesn't count. I think I'm not thick skinned enough not to be ashamed at shoddy work. :/ Which means I'll just acquire high blood pressure and be dead at 55, but at least given my type A complex I'll take lotsa time before then to plan a rawkin' excellent funeral with dancing midgets and stone-abbed pallbearers in nothing but swimming trunks. So now it's time to hope you made the guestlist, monkeyboys and girls. Work calls very belligerently. I have no choice but to answer. Viv wished for the moon @ 12:09 PM Thursday, March 16, 2006 The beauty of the public domainIs that everything you put up here is fair game. Anybody from anywhere can find out. And you know what? I don't care. X) Anyhow new art for Sganimez competition. Half-assed colouring but it's better than drawing nothing at all. Check it out on my devart. And Janice and Karin are here...good times have returned! Except I have an essay due tomorrow, and two other projects due next week. Life alternates between good and suck. Viv wished for the moon @ 9:29 AM Saturday, March 11, 2006 From the notebook.Montreal, Canada. Starbucks Coffee, Rue Saint-Catherine, 11/3/06, 12.05pm John Mayer and Dave Matthews Band on the MP3 player. Java Chip Frappucino. The city walking by outside. No rush. No need for words. Late-morning solitude. Right about now, I smile and ache for life. This is contentment; I am happy. Not much of a diaryist but I feel compelled to write this. I need the poetry in life the pictures the musicians and the artists to weave songs of verbalvisual music to accompany my life that give the young something to dream for to live their lives to and together we'll be gone *** Mmm. I wish they had Pumpkin Spice Latte at Starbucks at home. ** Things have improved, definitely. I've found the best defence sometimes is just silence, pure and simple. It doesn't involve a lot of work, either. Which is good. Skiing at Mont Tremblant left me awfully tired and so sore that I almost couldn't get up the next morning, and since then I've not been in the mood for comebacks (and hopefully, neither has she). Blast it all, trains of thought running in all directions leading nowhere. Time for late-afternoon nap. Viv wished for the moon @ 1:18 PM Tuesday, March 07, 2006 Oh, Canada!Greetings from Mount Tremblant (and that's Trom-Blont for the non Frenchies out there), Montreal, Canada. :) One hour internet access and the clock is ticking, plus this keyboard is tough as anything to pound out words on. So this won't be terribly long. All in all, I've had no problems with Canada as a place. I love it. Toronto is like New York, only less chaotic but just as organic and vibrant. Wouldn't mind working there sometime. But the people I'm travelling with is another matter altogether. Don't get me wrong, they're friends -- for the most part anyway. I just feel kinda left out on the periphery of stuff and I don't know how to get back into the flow of it. When I say something, I either get ignored or I get a snide comeback from a particular member of our group -- I guess it's this person who's making the whole trip an uncomfortable experience for me, and most of the time I feel better separated from the group (like when we went shopping yesterday) if only because I don't have to deal with this person at all. And I've become disappointed with some people too,thanks to this trip. I've expected more of them but it's not happening. Maybe I was wrong to expect anything at all...and maybe (probably) my attitude's not quite right. But I'm just finding it so hard to really feel comfortable and enjoy myself with this group, and I've been trying. Was on the verge of tears once yesterday after that particular group member I dislike said something rather mean to me, and that nobody seems to realize what this person is doing. I felt helpless, small. I wish I knew how to fight back better. Or should I persist in just turning the other cheek and taking shit from her (Yes, I've come out and said it, it's a her, and she's a queen bee, and she stings hard)? Nobody gets sniped at in the group the way I do. *shrug* Always been a target for the queen bee sort, so I gues it's nothing I'm not used to. But doesn't mean I like, LOVE it to bits or something. Normally, in school, it didn't bug me (or was she like that already to me, and I just never realized?) but now that we're all out in the wilds together, all sorts of things are surfacing; all sorts of truths are coming into sharp relief, and I'm not sure I'm liking how the chips are falling around me. This is supposed to be a week of fun. Unfortunately, it's turning into a week of social survival. Please do pray for me, to have the wisdom and maturity to take all this in my stride. Be home on Sunday evening, and I do hope I'll have more positive reports of my trip by then. (But doesn't change the fact that Toronto is most beautiful.) Viv wished for the moon @ 1:03 PM |
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Head in the clouds Vivienne Wong was hatched on the 12th of June 1985 and hails from Singapore, which contrary to popular belief, is not a colony of Japan. Formerly of Raffles Girls' Primary and Secondary School and then of Hwa Chong Junior College's Humanities Scheme, she is currently readjusting herself to the finer points of academia (read: she hasn't studied in ages and is really overworked) in her 2nd year at Nanyang Technological University Communication Studies. However she is currently spending the semester on the snowy plains of Ithaca College, New York, and lovin' it. Otherwise, she likes talking about herself in the third person, drawing, acting, comics, watching cartoons, eating Italian food, light rock, Irish music, Broadway tunes, acoustic guitar riffs, drawing some more and singing loudly in the bathroom. On the other hand, she dislikes unmotivated people, afternoon naps, the conventional, and people who are either smelly or wearing clothes too tight for them so that they end up bulging. Contactable here.
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