nonholiday

don’t ask me why i’m up at 7-ish in the morning on my teachersday holiday trying to rush a freelance article before i pack my bags and leave for bangkok. i don’t know where we’re staying, what we’re going to be doing…but the thought of a luxurious holiday when one is sick is v.v.attractive. i’ll leave roughing it out for the next trip.

All i need now is to find my trusty map  –> the one i bought from my previous trip. and figure out how to numb my throat with strepsils before i indulge in pad thai and tom yum. OOOOOO! I CANT WAIT.

note:

OHmy OHmy haha. it’s pouring outside.. the skies are inkyblack.

but i received a teacher’s day card in the mail from my exstudent. she’s worried because of results, and while i am not sure how to encourage, i can only say i believe in each and everyone of you!! (if you happen to stumble upon this message.)

thank you for saying all the things you said. i am humbled.

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I

I am a romantic. But I wish I wasn’t. I have seen While You Were Sleeping six times when I was in secondary school and consider Love Actually to be an ultimate favourite. Many reduce it to fluff, but it’s not really. Honestly. Because if you have ever tried writing a script, you will realise that to intertwine four separate stories together and still come out with a cohesive narrative is v. challenging. I like ITMFL and WongKarWai because the images and music always evoke a longing.I have a habit of drinking milk bubble tea with pearls and jelly when I am sad. There is something about chewing the jelly and the pearls, the tenacity and elasticity, the way the jaws clamp down and grind against each other. I have been sleeping, head lying against my staffroom table lately. I think the notion of blue shadows on the snow is gently calming but steeped and tinted with loneliness around the edges. I think Bollywood movies are romantic and the lyrics daring and poetic. I wish I had a sari.

It is hard to surprise me. It is even harder to leave me speechless, and so it’s cool when I am ever at a lost for words. I tend to apologise for everything and more so when/if I play badminton. I like theatres and musicals. I like colours. I like that you were reading Nelson Mandela when you waited for Di and I. I like that you never finished that book. Yet.

I wish I could experience everyday things with you. I miss you.

Not I

it is difficult to distinguish between the original and simulcra today. What is it like to Be Yourself? How do you come dressed to the theme of ‘Be Yourself’ when the construct of our identities and what we project ourselves to be to others is itself problematic and cumbersome?  

– this comes from too much culturalstudy discussions. — i need to stop thinking.

So today was Be Yourself Day and I have officially earned the nickname of a rocker because I came in my rollingstones tee, jeans and eyeliner.

bizarre. very bizarre.