Wednesday, April 16, 2008

My New BLog

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Won't be updating this one any longer!

Thursday, December 13, 2007

The Golden Compass

I've recently received an email citing the atheistic message behind the movie; The Golden Compass. Although there was a certain response that such an email was a nauseating example of legalism, I considered the weight of its note.

Pamela, Janice and I watched the show last week. (Before I read the email.) I must say that other than Nicole Kidman, all that hype about the movie overshadowed the fact that it was really a blend concoction of an assortment of sub-plots. We were in the theatre, anticipating a climax, only to be disappointed by an ending that diluted all desire to catch the sequels. It didn't come across to me as atheist in any way though.

If I had kids, I wouldn't insist they boycott the movie. I don't think they'd catch any underlying meaning more than I, less request to read the book. However, if they do, I'd probably have my reservations. Philip Pullman would have cleverly entwined his angry anti-God sentiments into his trilogy as I perceive any extablished author would. One can never undermine the power of words and the compelling hold of well-written paragraphs.

Speaking of which, I think we should all be objective readers. A majority of us tend to believe everything we read. So influential are many authors they should become politicians. But aren't these authors human too? Surely they make mistakes. I remember picking up this book titled 'The Gifted Adult'. So elitist were the author's point of view of who is to be regarded as 'gifted' that I was allowed the impression she held such beliefs so as to justify her lack of ability to interact with the majority.

Nicole Kidman is glorious.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Hi again

I've re-read some of my past entries with much amusement. It's interesting to review my previous thoughts and photographs all over again. (No wonder people keep diaries) Now you see I'm making a comeback into the blogosphere as a 22 year old young woman; with a new boyfriend, richer, prettier, smarter, matured and needless to say, better dressed. *Tilts back head and lets out a presumptuous laugh".

This is the first blog entry I've written after graduating from the last day of school. Life has been good, spiced up by expensive shoes and foot spas.

Yeah right. I wish.

I've weighed the incentives in making my comeback. And I'd make a list yet again.

1) It is good that I continually putting my writing skills into use.
If I don't use it, I'd lose it. You know there's just too much treasure up here to ignore. (Points to forehead)

2) Create a platform to remember the good ole' days, or bad, or funky, or my poorer, humble days (When I'm rich and famous)

3) Market myself. This is the wildest widest web.

Heh heh.

4) I love my interesting life and I think everyone should read about it.

5) I'm also using the blog to remember things that I've read.

Thursday, November 23, 2006

Ever since I was 16, I've owned a myriad of part time jobs. And up to now, I've come to the realisation that I disliked every one of them. I'm not speaking of the mere neutrality towards work in which I've noticed in a majority of my collegues. I'm speaking of a grudging obligation that insists on my presence in my workplace since I've decided to commit to it in the first place. Now I find that an issue.

Why an issue? Because by far, the marketplace (waitressing, retail, administration, teaching) hasn't proven itself tolerable. And I am, now that I'm 21, beginning to make my mark in Shenton way for the next 40 years of my life. School life is coming to an end and the realisation persists like a dull aching pain.

It's time to grow up. How time flies.

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

I need to get typing again

Yeah so I've disappeared for quite some time from the WWW. Well, I'm back! But I don't know for how long...
I'm supposed to be in school right now but I was late so I decided I wouldn't go. My lecturer wouldn't let latecomers in anyway. Bad girl me. But I really do want to be sitting in the LT now listening to Ina talk about fabrics. I want my attendance marked. I want to be an 'A' student. 'A' STUDENT! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! I wanna be a goody-two-shoes. The lovely little angel. The model student. The over-achiever. The sugar and spice and everything nice kinda girl. Teacher's pet. Meow.


Sigh... BUT.

I'm not.

Anyway, the excess time allowed me to type this. I was just feeling inspired by our one and only HARRY LEE. The front page of today's Straits Times showed Mr LKY's speaking of his fitness level.

Here's an excerpt: (More so to remind myself)

I eat less than I should, or I stop eating when I still want to eat more. I exercise everyday, I work hard every day and I sleep well every day. And I think it's(referring to his head) still functioning although I'm not as active as before.

What a disciplined man. And even at his old age he refuses to retire.

Way to go Harry Lee!

Retirement is the commencement of deterioration of the mind and body.

Thursday, December 29, 2005

My left hand just died yesterday. I sobbed the whole day wishing I hadn't taken it for granted. If only it would live again, I would pamper it with Ahava moisturiser and plenty of nail polish. Rest in peace Laffie.

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

There's lots of stuff stored in my mental archive that I would like to spill. I just can't get my sluggish fingers to move. 3 entries I've composed in my head so far:

The Devil'sCHC Advocate, Sex and Sensibility and yet another of my photoshop madness.

I'm so tempted to say 'stay tuned'. But I shan't, just in case my fingers get an early case of athiritis and cease to work.