snacking
eating chocolates to keep me awake as i do my essay…only problem is, they are liqueur chocs, so i can’t be quite that awake and alert if i eat too much and get high…
that being said i don’t have enough chocolate to get high on, they’re so pricey and precious and delicious.
ah-ha i like that line, |p|alliteration and heavy plosives sinking into rhyme. yay. (and i didn’t even learn this from creative writing but from secondary school lit. pah. on monday rose was like ‘i am super unimpressed with her as a teacher’. i’ll have to agree.)
rhyme for a dime
i once had a shirt
’twas quite the favourite,
black, on it,
a jar of jam,
glowed in the dark
o how it warmed my heart.
where’s it now?
i wonder aloud.
gone to the recyclers
i had no doubt.
what a pity, what a waste,
my shirt gone away,
wish i’d get it back again
but to wear it
is to spoil it
so what’s the point anyway?
i can’t get to sleep
so we met up on friday, and decided i was to write scenes 1 and 3 while she wrote 2. our deadline was sunday. it is now 3am on monday and her part is not in yet. so if she comes in and says oh you know, dear girl, your part of the writing is shingz you gotta redo it, i’ll be saying to her, at least its shingz and not non-existent.
i am well-aware that my scene 1 is not humorous enough. i need to make the dialogue a lot sharper, but i don’t know how. i’ve gone through my earlier blog entries, especially those from jc-era to find out what made people laugh (there was a time in jc when people said my blog was funny! mostly cos i blogged convos which made me laugh. that has since changed. either my friends don’t laugh a lot or i lead a sad life and not many things make me laugh. there is a third alternative i prefer not to admit to myself. sigh.) looking back at my blog entries, i felt very sad, jc was so much more…fulfilling. nowadays it is just reading and writing and reading and writing. i want to join a cca, too bad i was too lousy for contemp.
scene 3 is not too bad, if just rather cliche. it’s funny, you know, how she thought my original story was cliche and when i came up with scene 3 she thought it was cool. i think scene 3 is cliche! i think minimalist/postmodern theatre always tends to be cliche, you kinda get sick of it, like you watch beckett one too many times and you’re like ‘YES I GET IT NOW GET LOST’. but people think it’s cool so i don’t mind having my name on it.
after exams i will write my original stories. for this project alone, i had 3 main stories, all of which she threw out on basis that it was 1. too didactic, 2. too technical, 3. too cliche. after exams i will write my plays and stories the way I WANT. even the fourth idea of a play was pretty much supplied by me, although for that she was a lot more enthusiastic so she brainstormed a bit more and contributed more to the storyline. well at least that keeps my first 3 stories my own.
i can’t sleep. im wide awake.
very, very poor packaging
so, vitasoy has just changed its packaging. i laughed out loud when i saw it. it replaced its instantly recognizable blue-and-white with this beige-brown packet with a pile of soys. whoever designed it ought to be fired, because vitasoy now looks like any other soya bean milk on the market. how lame!
dehydrated
just now i looked at my water bottle and realised i only drank 1/3 of it. i was shocked. i drank less than 500ml for the whole day??? so i gulped down the rest of my water bottle and am going to gulp down a glass of water now. omg!! no wonder my lips are cracking.
a gin and tonic, please
this happened last week when i was in the shower.
amos: what are you doing?
me: bathing.
amos: can i look?
me: no, go watch tv.
amos: orh.
i came out to see him watching doraemon and i thought the whole thing was hilarious, as if he was just being quite innocently curious.
or it could be the residual alcohol from the night before, because for once i managed to laugh all of his sister’s hostile questions and remarks off when usually i would be feeling hurt and offended. i then thought that perhaps i should always have a pint first before heading to his place. i think being high and feeling invincible beats being hurt.
belly for the goods
after tomorrow i’d have met most of my friends…with the exception of rose, which im rather sad about because out of all my friends she’s the one i talked to the most when i was in the uk. strange that she’s also the one whom i least hang out with haha. rosemary if you read this i demand to skype you even if you’re too busy to meet up hahaha.
i had a very satisfying dinner with amos just now. zichar! and chilli crab. for some reason i kept thinking about crab, and voila the zichar stall sold crab. i never enjoyed crab much in the past because the method of slaughter was a nightmare and i usually boycott the dish, but today i had an urge. (i succeeded being vegetarian in the uk for some weeks..then for some reason i leapt to the other extreme and became carnivorous. perhaps another trip to the zoo would remind me about not being cruel to animals…) and the eggplant! i want to go back to eat eggplants:)
