" Garfield minus Garfield has a simple formula: erase (presumably through the magic of Photoshop) every instance of the irrepressible, overweight feline, leaving only Jon Arbuckle to talk to himself. The results are devastating (and hilarious) treatises on loneliness, without punch lines or jokes, reminiscent of the appallingly bleak early Peanuts strips."   So anyway, I put up this comic remix because tomorrow, I will be starting two weeks of internship at teeassampe :/ No more brunches at noon, no more HIMYM marathons, sigh.
 
 
 
 
 
 
This, as usual, is an impossibly belated Turning Twenty-One entry. And what’s worst, it’s only part one of three for the photos. Nice. I have half a mind to just not write this entry, but well, for posterity’s sake, I shall; the celebrations ought to be remembered and the past year as well.
So yes, The Birthday Brunch on Sunday with the Girls was at Graze. The entire week before Sunday, I kept hopping around, getting all flustered with regard to whether I should change the reservations to an indoor one because it was pouring the entire week and I was damn scared that it would pour and rain on my Birthday Brunch. But of course, as you can tell from the pictures, it was a perfectly cloudless day (:
So yes, I would like to thank, Alvina, Amanda, Carol, Geri, Lynn, Nette and Val for making it (: Especially to my dearest friends, Nette for buying the cake (but of course not without asking if I bought my own cake first haha), and Lynn, for coming back from KL and making that wonderful card (: Brunch was rather perfect, and when Ruo comes back from Copenhagen we can go again, before I leave.
I was going to write about the past year, but then I decided that that probably warrants a separate entry. I haven’t written about it yet, but I reckon it might not go perfectly well with these happy pictures, so perhaps next time then.
On a not-too-random side-note, the university academic year thing really screws up my sense of a ‘year’. When am I supposed evaluate the past year — at the end of the academic year or at the end of the calendar year, when we’re right smack in the middle of the academic year?
Dearest Ben Gibbard, why why why is Death Cab for Cutie only coming to Singapore on August 12 2008, 10 days after I am bound for Denmark?! ROAR :/
Sigh. Nevertheless, it ought to be noted that today, (thanks to desiree), I won at poker for the very first time in my life. With luck that was too good to be true, we won 63 dollars within an hour! (: Nooblet luck, I call it.
Although I frequently proclaim to the world that Sex and the City is my favouritest show of all time and a classic of our time, I have to say that, like barbie dolls, fairytales and perfect un-photoshopped bodies, SATC is not only fcking unrealistic, it gives girls false hopes, hopes of finding their very own Mr Big one day.
Girls, we have to understand that in the practical realities outside of reel life, it is unrealistic to expect to find, for ourselves, love akin to that between Carrie and Mr Big. The sort of love Carrie calls Real Love, ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other Love.
We can keep looking though, I guess. After all, we are young, and I guess, youth is meant to be wasted on such dreamy pursuits. Let me know if you manage to find your own tall, handsome, charming, dark-haired male who will dance with you to Moon River in his empty New York apartment. Hopefully there's more where he came from.
I CANNOT WAIT FOR THE YEAR AHEAD.
I was reading Copenhagen Cycle Chic and I got terriby excited — maybe I will buy a used bicycle in Copenhagen and cycle around (: And yes, one can wear skirts and cycle heh.
But alas, that's 2 months from now. For now, we will busy ourselves trying to make sure we get there — arrangements for air tickets, housing, courses and 7402321 other rubbish things have yet to be done.
(Anyway, erm, photos of my twentyfirst birthday will be up soon (: As soon as I erm, get photos from Joan and get my ass down to writing about it. Hopefully this isn't an empty promise haha.)
Today I thought about people and their relationships, when I was strolling down Orchard Road, watching countless young couples fingers tightly held, murmuring (what they will eventually realise as) sweet nothings to each other, when we were driving home at 2am, thinking about our own past, present and future relationships, when I came home and read Risse’s entry on young love.
Sometimes, Love seems be a wondrous thing. Sometimes, Love seems like an impossible task. I have never conclusively determined the truth of either appearance. From time to time, I find myself a staunch believer of either philosophy, never taking a moderate stand. Tonight, unfortunately or not, Love seems like the latter.
The problem with Love is that it deals with People. People who say “yes” when they mean “of course not” (just to please you), when they mean “maybe” (to avoid confrontation), or even “no”, (when they pretend to be coy). People who repeat the above, in 237209823 permutations and combinations, in their dealings with 3208420 other people, all who also have 23720482 reasons (not counting the subconscious ones they’re not aware of) behind their every action and decision.
Even going by numbers alone, attempts at Love are… futile, to say the least. Yet, it is entirely possible that tomorrow, I may change my mind again and decide that Love is a wondrous thing. After all, it’s not as if all these failed attempts at finding and sustaining Love have ever stopped us from trying.
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