It was nice to see everyone again, even if I’m kind of a clique-ish person and pretty much stuck with my regular crowd.
People are getting married, changing jobs, moving forward, backwards, staying on the spot. Give us another 2 years and we will likely throw in a couple of babies as well. The horror
I think we forgot to take pictures.
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I realise that people have the tendancy to want to pat me on the head.
Like I’m a small, furry animal.
And I don’t quite know how to tell them that I’m not.
I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things that she didn’t already know? I wanted to explain that I am costantly overestimating and underestimating the human race – that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words so damning and brilliant.
- The Book Thief, Markus Zusak, last page.
For a $5 book I picked out of the bargain pile, this is an incredibly good read. It is narrated by Death (no hood, no scythe), who happens to have a heart.
Another one about WWII. What is it about it that keeps people writing about it, 70 years later?
Essentially, it is about the power of words, for better or worse. It is also about the irreconciliable polarities that exist side by side in us (i.e. cruelty & kindness). And that’s interesting to me. There’s nothing quite like having someone else tell us what we’re like.
I like it. Maybe you’ll want to read it too
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I’m taking a little break over at the other blog. I’m experiencing an episode of blogging fatigue and its starting to show.
It’ll be over soon enough. Time moves much faster online anyway.
In the meantime, I try to read as many books as I can. Sometimes I just want to read for a living, but I can’t think of why anyone will pay me for such a pleasure.
Remember to always think twice.
- Billie Jean, Michael Jackson
Okay, I promise, just one more MJ video. And this is a really good one – a live 1983 performance of Billie Jean where he did the moonwalk for the first time. Apparently, it is a really big deal at that time.
I think its still a pretty big deal now
I have this real urge to name someone, something Billie Jean right now. Thank god I don’t have any children yet to scar for life. Maybe a new pet is in order.
Other names I’m adamant (now) about inflicting on my unborn kids include Apple and Tommy. Both are girls’ names of course.
Unless you’d been completely comatose since last Friday, you’ll know that MJ passed away. I was receiving messages about that the entire morning so apparantly its no secret that I like the guy.
I really like him until he got too weird. Even then, I feel sad about how he’d turned out rather than being disgusted with him.
When I was about nine or ten, I had a LD of MTVs from his Dangerous album which I’d squirreled away from my uncle’s place (I think I returned it eventually). I watched it on repeat for months, any chance I’d got. It was great.
I just thought that you should watch this full version of the Smooth Criminal video. Its my absolute favourite – the flipping of coin into the jukebox, the crushing of the cue ball, the incredible side-leaning at an impossibe angle.
All these antics that had me so enthralled will no doubt strike kids of today as being totally lame, but that’s really besides the point.
The Straits Times also published an article today on how MJ is likely to be the last ’superstar’. Its a nice read – if you’re a fan
A box of strawberries was passed around just now. Everyone said that they were kind of sour, but I’m quite happy to shove mine into my mouth I like them especially when they are a little too ripe, a tiny bit away from being too red.
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I would have preferred to go home and finish up my book (almost there!), but there’s a party tonight.
But like they say, its a happy problem!
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Not having Internet access at home can be a blessing in disguise. I sleep earlier now, and I’m reading a lot more. And that’s good.
I’d always wanted to be able to draw, like all the true blue creative types
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Just now I had a lipstick emergency – I ran out of my favorite nude one and forgot to bring a backup.
I felt so naked without any artificial colouring my lips that I had to run down to town to grab myself a new tube.
The Girls are always saying that I eat my lipsticks, judging by the speed at which I use them up. But applying lipstick is the easiest way to brighten up your face It makes a lot of difference. And this I got from my mum, and you should always trust your mum when it comes to things like this.
My 2 cents worth will be to always touch up. There’s something very wrong about having post-lunch lips for the entire day.
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In other random trivia, I am trying to finish up the Twilight series. I’m at book 2, which is unnecessarily thick.
