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Wednesday, August 14, 2002 Got A+ for my John Donne exposition! The first time I've hit A for John Donne's poetry. :) Take that, Johnny boy!My essays do tend to be a little too long to sustain interest though. People who dare to read them either get turned off by my loopy messy handwriting, or fall asleep by the time they hit the 2nd side of paper. 0_o Whyyy?? *whines* Viv wished for the moon @ 9:21 AM Hello, Goodbye. Look, photographs from production!! *beams* At long last. Hee! Thankies, Janice dear. :) After production: half the audience throngs onstage to be part of the joy! Post-Production Joyness! I'm in the middle, flanked by Jaclyn on the left and Janice on the right. They were part of the spiffy stage crew and my class, and so they rock! :) The Backstage Belles meet the Frontstage Fraulien. Janice and me! 'Nuff said. All of us! All of us again! One more time! (That's the lot of us tucked up on the cosy couch of the lovely set. If you're really that desperate to know, clockwise from back row, left to right: Alanna (producer #1), Jean (cast as Mary), Mr Perry (lit teacher and director extraordinaire), Peixian (producer #2), Naeem (semi-recumbent; cast as William, married to Mary), Roger (hidden behind Naeem's butt; cast as Frank), Mary (confusingly enough; cast as Fiona, married to Frank), ME!!!!!! (cast as Teresa), and Tris (cast as Bob, married to Teresa). Tralaaaa!!!! *pose* Right. Don't ask me how that should be vaguely interesting to you. But I like chronicling these things for posterity! Bleh! :) Hee! And just for the fun of it, I lampooned Encore #3 chiefly for the amusement of my half tired brain. I don't blame you if you don't get it, some of them are inside jokes. *grin* ;) A Hard Day's Night! J-peggy goodness for your yummy consumption. Skumps! :) *clink* Viv wished for the moon @ 8:46 AM Sunday, August 11, 2002 The gloomier I am, the more cryptic I become. Yeah, yeah. Where's my chocolate IV drip? *waddles off* Viv wished for the moon @ 10:56 AMLassie Came Home!:) That's right, some kind souls did find my baby and brought her home! She's kinda sick, having diahorrea (did I spell it right? I think not) and the like, acting rather pathetic right now. Then again, you might be after being found wandering along the expressway at 10 at night. Which was the circumstances under which she was discovered and picked up yesterday. Oh well. She's home, charmed beast. *Snuggles the little beastie* God is Good! :) And so are wonderful animal lovers! Huzzahs!! But that otherwise, I've got a bad dose of heartache, baby. Perhaps I'm tired. Perhaps I'm getting those monthly blues that my sex seems entitled to. But then again, maybe not. Have you ever felt like you owed someone something, and vice versa, even though you didn't? In reality, you don't owe that someone a single blessed thing. Exclusive rights denied, it's free love, not colonization. And that entitles you to the rights of nothing. No right to ever be insulted by his/her attentions to many other things, no right to expect anything from the other party, no right to get angry when indeed nothing does come. Everything that does come to you -- phone calls, long chats, simple silent company -- are gifts, pure and straightforward as that, no strings attached, and must be accepted as such -- with grateful thanks, joy, and no wish for more, because you are a receiver, not entitled to demand favours, cry for more than has been given already, from the goodwill of another's heart. And though it's something I'm learning to accept, one thing I find -- you can't help the greedy feeling in you, for more, and the guilt that follows that you should be thinking in such a manner. The longing, the wanting to give, and the wanting to receive in return, the wish to owe and the wish to have the other expect, need something back from you...that doesn't die. And if it does, it dies hard. I should know. I live it now. For 2 different people. For 2 different reasons. For how can I end something we never began? I am indeed a performer, an actress, and I hide my true face behind the loving guise of a mask. Nobody sees how I hurt underneath it. Perhaps that's just how I like to keep things, having everyone see me as they do in real life, attractive, spirited and lively. But even a player in a masque needs to leave the stage someday. If not at the end of the play, at the end of her life. Someday maybe you'll see me. Viv wished for the moon @ 10:47 AM Man. After reading through people's blogs, I feel so horribly prozaic. C'mon Vivienne, blog something intelligent! *brain slowly chugs into gear* If it's any consolation to myself, the jester watches the procession go by, laughs at the entire spectacle, but sees and understands more than those in the long parade ever will. *smirks and tugs at the bells on her hat* In Passing, (you, me, meet, cross) I hold my head up high, and keep my pride. Look, I say, that you can't take from me. (Alright, I lied. With my head held up The tears can't escape my eyes and you won't see a thing.) Viv wished for the moon @ 2:40 AM Lassie Come Home. My stupid dog went missing yesterday evening, AGAIN. Not that she doesn't do that on a regular basis; it's just that this time she's collarless, ID-less, and unfindable. We think someone picked her up while she was wandering up and down the stretch of road. So right, it's back to the dial-SPCA-and-send-out-flyers routine. We might as well have the SPCA's number in our frequently dialed list; I suspect even if she comes home this time round we're still going to need that number fairly often. Well what to do? Pray hard, that's all I can say. Hope whoever picked her up is taking good care of her... My dad counted. 6 months to the day since her last major disappearance, over the whole of the Chinese New Year break when we went off to KL. Do dogs keep an internal clock of these things?? Viv wished for the moon @ 2:20 AM Saturday, August 10, 2002 *Ducks* I know, I know, typing song lyrics is cheat-blogging! But ha! Who's yo' daddy? Watcha gonna do about it, huh? HUH?! PUNK? *ptooi* :P Viv wished for the moon @ 3:03 AMShow Me ::My Fair Lady:: Freddy: Speak and the world is full of singing And I'm winging Higher than the birds Touch and my heart begins to crumble The heavens tumble Darling, and I'm... Eliza: Words, words, words, I'm so sick of words I get words all day through First from him, now from you Is that all you blighters can do Don't talk of stars burning above If you're in love show me Tell me no dreams filled with desire If you're on fire show me Here we are together in the middle of the night Don't talk of spring, just hold me tight Anyone who's ever been in love'll tell you that This is no time for a chat Haven't your lips longed for my touch Don't say how much, show me, show me Don't talk of love lasting through time Make me no undying vow Show me now Sing me no song, read me no rhyme Don't waste my time, show me Don't talk of June, don't talk of fall Don't talk at all, show me Never do I ever want to hear another word There isn't one I haven't heard Here we are together in what ought to be a dream Say one more word and I'll scream Haven't your arms hungered for mine Please don't "expl'ine", show me, show me Don't wait until wrinkles and lines Pop out all over my brow Show me now Viv wished for the moon @ 2:56 AM |
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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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