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Thursday, February 27, 2003 I need a quiz. Halp. My archives suck...they peter off after September of last year. How to solve it? Double SOS! You are the pilot. Saint Exupery's 'The Little Prince' Quiz. brought to you by Quizilla Tis sweet. :)
A feeling of missingness. I was overcome by a wave of wistfulness today, sparked off by the strangest of things. The juniors are getting back their O level results tomorrow and I somehow started thinking back about the same time last year, when I was in exactly the same position. Come to think of it it was exactly one year back. It didn't help to find photos I took exactly one year ago under the same context: I wanted to have the memories of my classmates permanently ingrained on film, just in case things were to change after results came out. I have two whole albums full of shots we took that day: of us switching uniforms, of us just doing the silly things that are to be done before the hiatus draws to a close. And the photos we took of that night, where so many people came over to my place for a sleepover where nobody actually slept, and we stayed up talking, playing truth and dare, decorating our gifts for our scriptwriter, director and faculty head in the wake of our Dramafeste triumph, playing video games till it was time to go to school, and where everyone crashed their slumber that morning in class before being awakened and sent, full of trepidation, back to their Alma Maters.Yes, I missed all that. And then I went on to thinking about the events of the past year, how they're over and will never come again; time is not strictly linear, neither is it a circle. It is a spiral; the cycle repeats itself, yet each time it crosses the same straight-line loci it's slightly different as the spiral twists outwards. That's how the events in my life now are. I know, I had another great experience with Dramafeste this year, and I hope to collect another with production, but they are, and will be, different from last year, and last year's experiences are so special, so important to me. Yes, no reason why this year's won't be just as meaningful, but I don't know. It's gonna be different. Admittedly I carry rosier memories of Dramafeste last year, though that could possibly be because I am thinking from the safe haven of retrospection. But it's not just that. I started thinking about people too, those who are no longer here, those who have changed, those who are still there, ever reliable, rock-steady, always there. And that got me, well...sentimental's not quite the right word, and neither is melancholy. I think it can only be termed a missingness. At the very least, I'll always treasure the memories of last year. Undoubtedly, the best damn school year of my whole life up to this point. It's at times like this when it suddenly overwhelms me, the roller coaster of last year. Sometimes traumatic, sometimes pensive, sometimes crazy, but always exhilerating, and there's a small ache in my heart, where this treasured experience has a permanent place. Viv wished for the moon @ 8:11 AM Monday, February 24, 2003 Confound this thrice-darned Commonwealth Essay...have no ideas. And deadline looms very close over head. Terrible, icky, terrible. Can't fall behind work anymore, it's already developing into a habit. Eeeep. Viv wished for the moon @ 9:09 AMFor once I'm home before sundown. In time to watch Kim Possible and Totally Spies, back to back too! Yeah! Go me! ^_^ Sex, Drugs, Rock 'n' Roll, baby! For no particular reason. Just always wanted to say that. *Grins* Toodles! *scoots for the TV* Viv wished for the moon @ 4:59 AM Sunday, February 23, 2003 Suckss.................*whines on and on* Viv wished for the moon @ 9:52 AMBlargh. Viv wished for the moon @ 9:52 AM Ugh. Viv wished for the moon @ 9:52 AM Finished overdue Geog essay. Won't have time for Commonwealth essay, due tomorrow. Another piece of overdue homework. Urgh. This is really, really, not good. :( :( :( I guess I can plan it...at least I can tell Mr Perry I'm halfway through. If that sounds any better I suppose. Argh. Ack. Alas, save me!!!!!! And my math undone too. And Othello context question this Wednesday. *small voice* Haaaalp! Viv wished for the moon @ 9:47 AM And now, Ladies and Gentlemen, I hold the results in my hand... Dramafeste 2003, and here's what Arts swept away! Best Script: Yanying! Best Director:Yours Truly! *Beams* Best Actor: Our dear Lester Teo Eng Siang! It's gonna be quite a while till he's just plain old Eng Siang again... Best Supporting Actress: Jane as Ziggy! You deserved every bit of that award, girl! *Hugs* ;) Will fill in details another time, but was slightly disappointed not to get Best Play (went to S7.). Despite everything I have a vague suspicion there was some politicking involved in the selection of awardees for different prizes. But no matter...to my supreme joy we still managed to match the number of awards we got last year with this year, so once more, Arts maintains the bar! I do thank God over and over for this wonderful opportunity and the results it reaped, and I'm glad I had the chance to carry on the tradition of putting up plays that people enjoy performing in as much as watching. What many people pointed out is that the energy of Arts was unparalleled, and it was obvious that the actors really enjoyed what they were doing. Kudos to my dear cast, who impressed me as you gave me heart attacks throughout the course of this short production period time, Melissa, Jeanie, Eng Siang, Shawn, Jane, Chengwei, and our unforgettable calla-fare (shit, can never remember how to spell it), Cexiang, Wenyu, Yongfeng, Jac, Wei Lynn, Judith, Petrina, Estelle! We couldn't have worked out without you guys. :) There were times you may have found me sharp and angry(I was patient? Are you sure?! I thought I was nice and fierce! *pouts*), but trust me, never once did I ever regret putting a single one of you in. You would always come up with little touches to make this play even more engaging, even more endearing, even more your own. I was always so proud whenever y'all came up with these little character quirks; it showed me you adopted this baby play as your own. :) And to the crew, who seriously impressed me with the best damn props job I've ever seen. I had high blood pressure over that, but it worked out perfectly in the end! You guys burst through and did yan dao (ha I won't forget either) extremely proud. :) Here's to the late nights, the joy, the pains, the cameraderie, the occasional shellings. ;) I'll always remember this experience. To Tiffany, my partner-in-crime-producer, for being so cheerful and always cool as a cucumber, a counter to my occasional hissy fits. Wenyu, for being such a helpful, obliging friend, always a massive shoulder to whine on. ;) Brudder, I owe you one. You're a-ok with me! Ce Xiang, boss, without your help and without the arts fac comm, where would we be? Thanks for the sparkling wine, the pizza, the laughs and of course, the unflagging support! Mabel, Angela, Janice, Karin: Mamasan proud! :) 'Nuff said. :) You ladies rock. *free chocs, hugs* Tris: For your advice and encouragement. For believing in us, and in me. :) *hugs* My love and gratitude, always. :) And to God above: Lord, my praise and thanks always. With You nothing can't be done. Blogging for th' people. Whew! ^^;; But really, even though I know nearly 90% of those I mention here won't read this, they were still invaluable to arts, invaluable to me, and still deserve my gratitude. Ugh, but back to everyday life...swimming in a pile of undone assignments. Aaack!! *runs for cover* Toodle pip, chickies. :) Viv wished for the moon @ 2:48 AM Monday, February 17, 2003 Minor HTML touching up. Blink and you'll miss it! :P Viv wished for the moon @ 4:42 AM(Yes, this borders on ridiculous. I think this is the 3rd or 4th time I've put these lyrics in here. But oh well...they just resound and mean a lot to me. At least the bit about always praying, and finally being led to the soul mate that God intended for you to find. And the knowledge that that same dear person did the same. So.) Godsend ::dC Talk:: Hoping, praying, I've been waiting Everybody needs somebody to love There's no question, straight from heaven You're my angel, I'm so crazy for you You're a Godsend A blessing from above You've been God-sent to me You're the Godsend I've been dreaming of You're a Godsend Holding your hand, touching your face I will love you now and always I swear I will never forget that first moment we met When two worlds collided and I found my best friend You're a Godsend A blessing from above You've been God-sent to me You're the Godsend I've been dreaming of You're a Godsend I was made for you, you were made for me In this lonely world, we were meant to be in love I will never forget that first moment we met When two worlds, they crashed in And I found my best friend You're a Godsend A blessing from above You've been God-sent to me You're the Godsend I've been dreaming of You're a Godsend That's what you are That's what you are Viv wished for the moon @ 3:53 AM Saturday, February 15, 2003 Bloggity blog blog. I'm tired...bleah...did alright for econs, all things considered. I really thank God I'm still keeping up with lessons, what with everything going on. Dramafeste looking up, we are finally in a presentable enough state to go for competition. And on stage, of course. Now to keep up the momentum of the cast...well I'm still praying hard!Horrible revelations. I discover people think I'm nice and I look like a Valentine's Day-ish person. Nooooooooo!!! My inherent inner gremlin, melted away! Bah humbug! I'm not nice. I think Valentine's Day on the 14th of February in the context of Asia was created almost exclusively by the retail sector, and hence I am no ardent fan of its in-your-face commercialism. And I'm grouchy and nasty and I bite! Rrrrrr, fear my sleepy wrath. *Yawns* Wonderful, I have geography and math tests this week, plus geography and an English essay due, and Dramafeste crunch period to boot. *Yawns again* Go me! I'm liable to fall asleep right in front of the computer. Bummer, dude. Tired. Feel like dumping song lyrics or summat in here, but can't think of what to copy and paste and all that jazz. This probably ranks as one of the most insipid Blog entries of all time. Insipid, yay. In-Si-Pid. Do-Re-Me. La-La-La. Oh look, art. R-rated too. Follow the dirty little linky-dink, chewren. Inspired by Mooncalfe's "The Mushroom King" @ Deviantart. (Really wicked artpiece that is too. Drop-jaw kick-ass, huh? Wish I had a dram of his gift!) And less objectionable artwork gets displayed here, yay. Couple of designs for Sandman's Death character...a Egyptian and a Spanish interpretation. 
Sunday, February 09, 2003 Hmm. Was just thinking a blogskin with some starry night scene as a background would be pretty. With swirling clouds and all. I'm thinking of something like one of Aimee Major's old site designs...lovely. Wonder if I should propose to her the idea of making it into a blog layout...I'd use it!Either that or I'd better pick up HTML soon. Meep. Econs calls. Viv wished for the moon @ 8:01 AM How the Other Half Loves. Having a jolly time over the weekend reading Alan Ayckbourn's plays, at the expense of other rather more urgent and important duties. Erk. But Ayckbourn is a brilliant playwright, with an incisive eye for character and class habits (in a British context of course) and an innate empathy with the little earthquakes and self-destructive tendencies that characterize their (and indeed, our) everyday lives. The net result is a brand of tragicomedy; funny and inventive in style and stagecraft (I've found the visual quality of his plays to be the absolute it-factor; I borrowed Bedroom Farce, Absurd Person Singular and acted in How the Other Half Loves, and they tend to read rather sluggishly, and produce no out-and-out laughs), but never without an undertone of pathos, sadness and poignancy. Marital discord, empty family ritual, class disparity, aggression, domination, failure to communicate, little cruelties towards ourselves and others all get airings in each of his plays. These themes are near obsessions of his, and arguably, may seem to someone reading his works that here is a man beating a dead horse too many times over with a splintering stick. But as noted by himself, "To be very funny you need to be very sad. All good comedy should make you cry, otherwise you're probably examining characters with insufficient depth." And are these not little tragedies in our existence? All Ayckbourn does is turn the microscope on what we already know for ourselves, what we relate to because we know it is a mirror of what we are, and still manages to bring out a strange hilarity that warms the heart as it makes us laugh uproariously with a touch of self-deprecation: This is me. Viv wished for the moon @ 3:52 AM Tuesday, February 04, 2003 In reply.I have no need to call you back, to the shore you left behind. From the edge of the sea I send a thousand blessings across the waves to you. They drift into your palms and scatter, glitter like a pocketful of stars drawn by the wind across an ocean as wide as your finger deep as a lost memory (or a slice of forever?) So you see, I have no need to call out, sending your name, unechoed, to the endless sky above and the little ocean beneath, and the endless horizon inbetween For why do I have to, when you are always with me A gentle whisper against my unfurled sail the neverending shell of my ear. Viv wished for the moon @ 9:26 AM Monday, February 03, 2003 Gong Hey Fat Choy! Yep, happy year of the sheep, all you oriental monkeyboys and girls! Came back from staying with my dad's family in KL today, 2 and a half days of snacks, angpao (all in Ringgit too...argh! Oh well, just as well we could wrangle a one-for-one exchange with our dad. Pretty sweet, huh? ;) ) and slacking...argh...the concept of holidays is LOST on the education system, not just here but round the world! Well you're only young once, you know! Tally ho! *charges nowhere* The drive was killer too...it wasn't unpleasant, definitely, and the length of it was to be expected...but it was boring...mainly because I can't read or write in the car without being struck with an overwhelming sense of nausea. So what do I do? Sleep. Or at least try to. Had some killer neckache thing going on the way home as well...and mussed up my hair because I squished my ponytail against the headrest. Bummer. X(On the upside, I bought the Road to Perdition in Kinokunia in KLCC. That place is awesome! It is, IMHO the only decent place to do some agressive mall-hunting in KL, and what a place it is too. I adored the Kinokunia there, only wish I had more to spend...everything was around half the price it is at home. Case in point: Road to Perdition at home costs around $40. I got it for around $25 there! And I was quite surprised they stocked Maus...Maus is a comic by Art Spiegelmann about the Nazi regime, only the Jews are portrayed as mice and the Germans as cats, sounds Tom-and-Jerry-esque I know but trust me, cute it ain't. I was under the opinion that if Malaysia banned Schindler's List from screening there they should've done something about Maus...but no, it was there in full view on the shelves, Nazi Swastika and all on the cover. I'm not complaining of course, I'm just surprised it passed through the censors. Are they aware of the books' content, or do they let it pass because it's got cute looking animals and therefore looks very harmless and nonconfrontational? Do they even understand what the series is? Or do they just not care? Hmm...I'm buying that next time I'm there. Looks like a good read. Dammit, Siah beat me to finding a nifty blog layout! *grumbles* I shall bide my time...in the meantime, giving Angelfire a trial run, let's see if it does remote linking, shall we? Bring it on, Igor. *machine chugs to life* My brother caught me on camera doing this in KL. What the hell was I up to? Yep, that's Shakespeare I'm reading. 5 tragedies too!
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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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