Saturday, October 29, 2005
quick game of chess with the salt and pepper shakers
friday marked a nice outing at ian's house with nice juicy gossip. got to ride on surya's bike again. heh thanks monnn! =D interesting (to put it rather mildly) things revealed all round =D unfortunately everyone skipped out around 730(?? not even a double-digit hour going on there) and after that the conversation died faster than moses' 55-year old auntie. hehh ehhh.
after that a short adjournment to swensens with a few good men and women to eat nice apple crumble and sticky chewy choc (which remains, to this day, my favourite swensens icecream flavour. mmm.) after that bean and i went back home, but not before encountering a huge double-deckered bus full of tigerbeer-soaked supporters, mr daniel ong and the FA cup!! woo! so of course nosy little old me had to tag along and drag poor old (very sporting) bean along. =) thanks bean! anyway one of the nice black-shirted organisers let us into harry's to see the cup. unfortunately the tiger beer i was handed got snatched away because apparently the tour didn't come with free alcohol. oh well. i made up for it at eskibar (where they were giving away cocktails free! wahey!) and downed about 1/5 of their ice kachang bailey's before realising it was non-alcoholic. oh well. so i went home like a good little girl at about 1030 and unsuccessfully tried to fix my dota. (for some reason every time i enter a game it freezes my entire comp)
oh well. finished rereading neil stephenson's quicksilver. i really must get the next two in the baroque series; they really are very good. unfortunately i dont trust myself with library books. i tend to return them 2 months late or not at all. haha. and the hardcovers i want are like 40 bucks each.
also, i've been trying to get a pirated version of gaiman's anansi boys off the net. no luck. (am i the only one who loves the total punnery of the title? more pertinently, am i the only one who loves neil gaiman's books in general? oh well.) looks like i'll have to buy the book.
rasa's fully booked this 3-day break. bah.
loss is like a shrapnel wound, where the piece of metals got stuck in a place where the surgeons darent go, so they decide to leave it. its painful at first, horribly painful, so that you wonder whether you can live with it. but then the body grows around it, until it doesnt hurt any more. not like it used to. but every now and again there are these twinges when youre not ready for them, and you realize its still there and its always going to be there. its a part of you. a still, hard point inside.
--robert wilson, a small death in lisbon
and all we can do is smile and move on.
+ fictions&fires
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plangere, latin: to strike, or to lament.
in the depth of winter i finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
--albert camus
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to be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night and day to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
-- ee cummings
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