This is so typically fan girl, but I can't help it: I JUST DIED! More than once. All thanks to Sakurai Sho and his Yatterman press conference. Ahhhh! I can't get enough of staring at him.
*Nisha regains composure and sits up straight and mannerly*
So i haven't been studying. I'm really hating myself for that. At this rate, I doubt I can start on my driving lessons. But, the fact is at internship can be really tiring even though it is fun. By the time I get back home, I only have enough time to have a quick dinner, watch 'Just in Singapore' the local Chinese drama, update myself on ARASHI (watch videos, listen to new songs/radio programmes, photos/icons) and lastly, watch Honey & Clover. By then (usually at abt 12), I'd be extremely tired to even get myself to read the book that I've borrowed. I tried to fit my study time in the morning, but after I get ready, I only have time to have coffee, while watching Channel NewsAsia and read some tabloids. And, off I'll go to work.
My weekends are even more packed with lunch/dinner outings.
I guess I should give up something to gain another. I don't mind giving up my social life. LOL. So, stop calling me out during my precious weekends! I think I'm more drained in the weekend than weekdays. What irony.
Also, I've concluded that I work better at home than at work. The workplace constantly gives me evil thoughts of sleeping/napping.
Yamapi icons don't mean I love him. I prefer Sho. I was just trying to stay awake during office hours by trying out coming up with new icon effect. It turned out pretty bad, actually.
I prefer the left one, though while designing I was going for the right icon's look.
PV of the week! I remembered watching this during the holidays but I was then obsessed with Step and Go. So, this week, I’m going to be absolutely obsessed with Wahaha! This certainly made my weekend. YAY! Ryo is looking fab here, compared to Taiyou No Namida PV.
Somehow I feel he is happier with Kanjani8. Oh well, just some fangirl's thought.
The last four days put me through an emotional roller-coaster ride. From internship to friends to nisha's self-time, and a pervert, who travels in the same bus as me in the morning, on my way to work. He's just super annoying, I tell you.
Internship started off well. Youth.SG holds a small manpower and I'm surprised that with that small of manpower (4 people to be exact), they come up with many articles. The first day was introduction, writing of profile for Youth.SG, learning some basics of uploading the article into Youth.SG (also the various different services Youth.SG crew uses to run the website). Online journalism is certainly not for one who hated Web Design lessons (I am not one though, thank goodness. Ironically I enjoyed my lecturer's dull, tasteless lessons). But, I took a little more time than usual to upload the profile and all. Though I didn't do much, I was dead tired when I reached home. It must be the long travelling time and fighting for seats in the bus.
I spent the second day researching the topic I had to write, otherwise, nothing really. Oh wait! There was one interesting thing. Since I was seated near the telephone and Felicia (the colleague who sits beside me and usually answers the phone) was not around, I had to do the honour. And, seriously, very weird calls I had to attend. Otherwise, the computer I was using had a problem with the internet connection wiring and I had to reconnect every time it screws up. Also, just to wild away our lunch break time, the colleagues and I played a game of UNO. It was a long one, and a pretty quiet one. The canteen at Level 5 is pathetic, but they have cheap food; perfect for a poor student like me. LOL.
Third and fourth day was photography day! I really enjoyed it and learnt quite a lot of the various function of the SLR (I learnt more about shutter speed and aperture here than during LOCVID lesson). On day one, after a 'lecture' on using SLR, the instructor Stan brought us to Arab Street. There, it started to rain. So, we ended up going to a cafe and learnt about flash on SLR. After which, we walked around and took some photographs. An enjoyable experience. Thought that is not the first time I went to Arab Street for photo shoot, this time round I experimented with the different functions of the camera and got some photographs out the way I wanted it to be. On the second day, we headed to Chinatown. There, we started off first by looking through the photographs we took the day before and had a 'critic' session. After that, we went around to snap more photographs and headed back to do a mini-presentation of the photographs we took. At about 5.30p.m., Hui Jin came over to join us and since she was late, she made use of the time by asking some Photoshop related questions. Now I know the difference between Clone Stamp and Heal Brush. And, that 30 minutes crash course on Photoshop marked the end of my first week of internship (actually, no. I've to cover an opening party tomorrow).
And then, Yani and I headed to Clarke Quay for Hokkaido ice-cream and Burger King with Sam and Aini. Poor student decided to fork out a little money to celebrate the holiday.
And on to friends. Lots of happenings, which made me go like "I didn't know such things can happen to me." Oh wells, what's done is done after all. No point in being a whiny kid and irritate you further with my questions. Since this is the way you want it to be, let it be. I shall no longer argue with you about this or whatsoever.
I think I've talked about this before. When you really wanted something and you somehow worked for it and got it, you wonder whether you really want this. I'm kind of in that position now. But, I'm trying to shut that thought out. I mean, after all, this is what I want and I'm enjoying every moment of it. However, there's this feeling of sadness somewhere in me. I'm starting to sound like an emo-kid. Oh well, I've to just concentrate on getting through this and learnt some quality lessons from the mistakes I'm sure to make on this path to the next stage of 'Where Nisha Wants To Be'. LOL. Let me work hard in being a poor student and save up money for everything I've planned. "That HUGEEEEE plan," says James whenever I skip lunch or dessert. Yes, that HUGEEEE plan in just a few years to come!
I have so much to write. I really want to strip myself bare so that everyone will understand me. I want to pour out all my emotions into words. But, I decided to just shut myself away from reality and lie to myself that every thing is alright. And, I decided to do that by watching re-run of Arashi no Shukudai-Kun. Oh man, was this the life I wanted to live? My mind's in a myriad of confusion.
I guess I'd rather be happy in my own illusion. Don't destroy it for that is the only thing that is keeping me alive.
And I should stop logging into your blog because it makes me feel that I'm useless and I've already failed in life, even though I've just begun.
Ah, I've so many things to do before next week! Too many things. Apart from the huge amount of shopping I've to do (both clothes and other necessities), my lesson is getting to nowhere. I spent the whole night till 5 a.m. trying to memorise the characters. Lappy kept distracting me. I'd better complete at least a lesson by today.
Letters from Iwo Jima is half-read and the other book has already been shelved. I'll keep Short History for next week and finish Letter from Iwo Jima this week.
As for shopping, I'll be out in the cold for the whole of Saturday.
And, should I start my driving lesson? I am contemplating whether I'll be able to manage that with my lesson and internship.
(After much deliberation...)
I'll take up the challenge. I realise I've got to get the right pace before expanding my commitment list, so I'll go down to the driving centre next month to sign up.
Banzai! Let's celebrate, people! We shall all move together and get to our destination. No hurdle along the way can stop us from doing so.More Arashi no Shukudai-kun for me! VLC player hung up on me. Or is it the video, that is problematic?
I realise I love mopping. It makes me feel great and mopping is so much more fun than vacuuming. I wish everyday is Thursday because my mother allows me to mop on Thursdays only.
Gosh, super random post. Oh wells, everything is pretty random for me now. Argh, though I love the rain, it's dull when it rains the whole day. And, I still can't find my umbrella!
Icon madness again because I stumbled upon a livejournal, macayla-csi.livejournal, which had some Photoshop tutorials. (Fourth, fifth and sixth original picture not credited to me. Sixth icon texture credit to shalowater.)
As the days go by, the traffic jam towards the causeway is getting worse. The search is still on and so is the honking of the drivers stressed by the heavy traffic.
நள்ளிரவின் சூரியன்
ெவயிலின் பனிக்கட்டி
என் வாழ்க்கை ஒரு மாயம்
Yup, it is such a second-rated Tamil poem. I bet there are many spelling mistakes.
This is my second attempt made in my eighteen years of life for Tamil poetry; the first being back in Secondary 3 when I was forced to compose one because of some competition. Oh well, I've always been better in formulating 2000-words long composition than three-lines poem; no wonders why I won prize for the composition and not for my shoddy poem back then. Then, why the sudden interest in writing Tamil poem? I guess I just woke up this morning and realise that I want to compose a Tamil poem. Weird, yes.
Bryan's back. Hooray, for some naughty reasons. LOL. Bryan and myself spent the whole of last night watching Kurosagi. I couldn't last till 4 a.m., so I gave up at Episode 6. Bryan decided to not spoil the fun and stopped at Episode 6 too. We have 5 more to go. Yamapi was super cute and I kept using that word last night until at one point Bryan asked, "Why do you use cute to describe everything?"
I replied, "Pardon my lack of extensive vocabulary."
Bryan laughed and remarked, "Just like any other girl."
Oh well, yes, "like any other girl". He uses the word hot for everything. I didn't complain right?
But, Yamapi was cute! Simply irresistible when he went "Maido Ari" or gave his trademark fake smile. His charm was so overpowering that I nearly went into lala-land to dream in the middle of Episode 2. Horikita Maki did a great job in starring opposite Yamapi. I like dramas better when the two leads quarrel - it's just so much more entertaining when they get angry at each other. Oh gosh, more cuteness later on!
My mother frequently complains about me using the word cute too. She especially hates it when I use it to describe Taiwanese/Japanese/Korean guys. But, it is not my fault that almost all the Asian actors are cute.
spending half of my life on.
Am I wasting my time on you,
just so that I am happy?
Now I find myself thinking of you.
In the middle of a silent night,
when everyone's in their unconscious state.
Maybe I am too,
I don't know for sure.
Ah, of course I am,
for I am thinking of you.
Oh, why am I doing this to myself?
It is impossible, isn't it?
I mean, who am I kidding?
Of course it is impossible.
You are not the person I want to spend my life with,
you are just another selfish being in the land of bastards.
Yes, you are not for me.
Wait, yet I am thinking of you,
in the middle of this silent night.
Wait, yet I am waiting for your voice
to reach my ears and make my heart skip a beat.
Wait a minute!
I hate you.
Now, I am surely,
as you can see,
not in my right mind.
It must be the spell of Bollywood movies.
Martin Henderson. I won't say he's handsome, but he is charming. I love his jawline, and so his smile too. Just so charismatic and make me go crazily happy. Don't ask me why. All I can say is his jawline. Maybe his blue eyes too. =)
I spent yesterday just with my lappy and iPod - nothing else. I read up on Arthur Rimbaud and haiku. Inspired by the recent novel I read by Ryu Murakami, called 69 because of the 1969 setting, I read through most of the available online information of Arthur Rimbaud. I hope to head down to the National Library someday this week to read up more. He is inspirational, considering that he started on poetry at a very young age. I've yet to come across any of his translated poems, but I presume I'll love them. In addition, I read briefly about his scandalous partner, the Symbolist poet Paul Verlaine, Chuya Nakahara, Matsuo Basho, Edgar Allan Poe and Hideo Kobayashi. And, somehow I was directed to haiku (oh, of course, since Basho is known to be the master of haiku). Since I've only written freestyle poetry, haiku's strict boundaries did intrigued me and I attempted to write a haiku. But, I failed. With the basic boundary of the pattern of 5-7-5 morae (I used syllables instead), using 17 syllables, having one kigo (season word), placing one kireji at the end of the first or second line (since I'm writing in English, I used punctuation instead) and having 4 or less lines, this was what I ended up with.
Glad you came back now
drawing the warm ray of hope.
past gone present faced
But, I read more about haiku and realise that the first line has to be the first object and the next the second object, and so I gave up. Maybe for now I'll stick to freestyle since I can express myself better in that platform, but that doesn't mean I've given up completely in haiku. I'm going to read up more about it after Arthur Rimbaud.
I was actually first attracted to and fascinated by Basho's Old Pond, in which a few words were used to evoke an image of nature, and here it is to illustrate how a haiku supposed to be (as translated by Fumiko Saisho):
The old pond -
a frog jumps in,
sound of water
from Poem Hunter: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-old-pond/
Ryu Murakami's novel (as mentioned in the first paragraph the title is 69) was captivating and that explains why I managed to complete the book in half a day, which I would usually take a day to complete. His dark humor and description of the post-war Japan and her people made me think twice before taking a lunch break, and even washroom break. It wasn't suspenseful but the flow of the story and wanting to know what trick the lead character will pull or what trouble he'll get into next excited me more than a thriller. Reading the book was like going for a roller-coaster ride, emotion-wise. The ending I really love because Murakami managed to tell what the characters did after their high school. My personal favourite part is when the lead met with his homeroom teacher more than 10 years later and as if life was still in the 1969, the teacher rebuked him for having long messy hair and urged him to go for haircut. It was sad that the lead did not end up with his high school sweetheart, but the novel subtly showed that she still liked him. His tongue-in-the-cheek humor, detailed description of that era and his failure to look at some situation in rose-tinted glasses was refreshing. No prizes for those who know the answer why he is called an enfant terrible. There's the adaptation of his novel on screen, which I will be watching tonight. The comments given by those who have watched were positive, so considering this and that I enjoyed that novel, I would say I'm expecting a really good 2 hours. Read this book while listening to this (from the soundtrack of Honey and Clover Anime), I believe you'll enjoy it doubly.
P.S. There was a problem in uploading the song because the hard disk I have works only in Windows. So, thanks to Youtube.
Sheesh, I'm far behind in Honey and Clover and One Pound Gospel. I should stop watching variety shows - they are just TOO addictive (especially the ones with ARASHI).
One more week,
I woke up realising.
Why did I not feel the stomach knot up like this last week?
