I'm stoked on gravity,

Good news came today, great news actually.

Lord give me strength.

I've watched one episode of Little Britain and I WILL NOT WATCH ANY MORE EPISODES!!!! I cannot be distracted!!! (like House and Promos) No no no, will not be distracted (I blame you XT!). I want to watch 500 Days of Summer, Inglourious Basterds and Notting Hill (Julia Roberts!) ): ):

Today, we watched Rope by Alfred Hitchcock adapted from a play by Patrick Hamilton. And I realise that all a good movie really needs is a good plot, good delivery, intellectual suspense, colourful language (not in the vulgar way), and a premise/social observation that compels thought. None of many green screen special effects, CGI, action packed, sexual, shallow movies that Hollywood churns out nowadays. Furthermore, the movie in itself was considered one pinnacle of cinematography. Rope is one of the more stimulating movies I've seen in a while without exaggerated flamboyance, where the entire movie takes place in one set/scene. But beyond that, the premise is definitely one that I will continue to mull over during the weekend - always a mark of a good movie. I definitely want to watch Strangers on a Train (since I've read the book!) and Vertigo. But Mr A.F. is pure brilliance, I'm just blown away by how intellectually stimulating and knowledgeable he is. Honestly, I've never come across any teacher who is as well-read as he is, and is able to translate that intelligence into his lessons for us students (Mr CC in RGS was more of a fluke during lessons). I'm left in awe.

Today: I saw my J3 eyecandy in school (YJ!), had good company and conversations, bought a pair of heels (yay!), did some Chemistry, convinced my brother to study math and had a good day in school. The weekend is looking up! :D

In so many many ways I'm a loner.

Absolutely, the number of people I will keep in touch with/hang out with after As I can count on 10 fingers. The rest...maybe sometime in the future. Sometimes it upsets me, when I see people in school I was once close to but now stranger to. I've never really been a huge girl gang kinda girl, never had a wild rowdy group of friends, never been the loud life of the party, never been the kind to make people sit up and pay attention, never been the kind to make friends easily.

Guess I get my excitement in other ways (rock climbing, wakeboarding, DIVE DIVE DIVE!!, daydreaming, coffee+reading+music, camps, etc), which I now realise are very individual activities.

It's not that I can't do teamwork, it's not that I'm shy. But beyond the largest social context I'm in (i.e. school), my outside activities revolve around family+close friends.

That sounds scary to me sometimes. Like I've become anti-social.

But I'm still young, there's time to go out there and meet many people who will become close friends over time. My parents' best friends are those they met in university, although they do keep in touch with their Sec/JC friends. And then I remember 2005, I remember the hurt, the bitchiness, the fun loud but superficial relationships I had with people I now realise I barely knew, and I most definitely remember the 3 people who stood by me then and I believe still stand by me now. And I know with such certainty, that I will still choose to be just as I am.

So what am I doing up at 1.30am? This despite having said I probably wouldn't be blogging much in the first place.

ah, the urge to blog has really left me. i daresay not for good, but for a significant time at least.

"But I think there's no escaping the Singaporean sensibility in my poetry as I write about the Singaporean point of view, about missing Singapore while away and seeking a Singapore obscured by cynicism, detachment or the passing of time...

I'm so screwed for chem lecture test tmr.

So this is tribute to Ole Gunnar Solskjaer. Obviously this is a moniker, but it's only meant for that one person to understand anyway.

So I don't know if good ol' Solskjaer reads my blog (but I think so, cos I'm stalker worthy - HAHAH ok I'm so gonna get whacked when Solskjaer read this).

But yo Solskjaer, thanks for being there, through all the crap, the shit, the worry. Can't say that the journey wasn't without ups and downs, can't say it wasn't without regrets, can't say it wasn't without disappointments.

The only thing I can say is that I'm freaking honoured to know you, and honoured you trusted me enough to read your posts. When it mattered you were my best friend.

Have so much more to say to you, one day I'll sit down and write you a long long letter, and maybe cry a little in the process. But I'll also smile when I remember the magic we helped create, the dreams and feats we thought were unreachable

So good ol' Ole Gunnar Solskjaer, I salute you.