Friday, 6 June 2008

BBQ

So all day I was trying to get just 2 or 3 people to come for my brother and his friends' barbeque and no one could make it in the end and then Marie phoned me and asked me to come because she apparently wanted to meet me and it turned out to be really fun. We played all sortsa random games I didn't know interested Uni students and my phone battery died on account of I talked to Thilanga on it for over an hour. Yes, I prefer talking on the phone to messaging. I hardly reply to people(most people who know me'd disagree at this point), I mostly call them up (Explains the phone-bill). So anyway, we played some drinking games, despite the fact that no one was having hard liquor and people STILL got confused. And Heart-Attack with some very messed up and hilarious rules and some games called 'oom oom chicky chicky' some bullet-and-gun game and 007 and monkey and some stuff. And we were all surprisingly alert despite it being the wee hours of the morning. I pity the sleeping couples in the tents near us. And I can finally, actually, rest now and not worry about having to mug last minute for my Scholastic APTITUDE Test (Yes you do need to study for it). But I've gone and lost 2 important things: My IC and a $250 cheque I got as payment from the office (yes 'GASP' here). But I guess since it's in my name and my account it's not too worrying and hopefully I'll find it in some nook or cranny. And I've seemingly terminated playing my fiddle for a while. I've been doing extensive book-searching and book-purchasing. I have bought over 15 books in this week. I am reading ''I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings'' by Maya Angelou, who happens to be my favourite poet (no, not because she is my namesake - well that is one tiny eensy bit of it) because I have been listening to her poetry since the time I was 3. Yes, unlike normal mothers, mine would read me adult Maya Angelou poems. Well of course she read me stories like any other little kid likes hearing but I seemed to like the poetry most (along with my mother's made-up Mimi Morningstar Adventures - and you didn't need to know that). Well I hope my brother and I can go for that all-expense-paid Sarawak trip. He'll be the photographer and I the writer. We have to do an article or something for the magazine. And I'm looking forward to July, when I get to finally go for the Montreux Jazz Festival to watch my aunt and cousin sing and play the drums(respectively). They live in the most awesome part of Switzerland, I swear. But no place is more interesting or stunning as where my Italian and very-mildly-mixed Indian relatives live in Pitigliano, Grosseto, Tuscany. I have relatives all over the randomest parts and I'm stuck in this boring country with too-much-humidity and almost-blatant-racism and over-cencorship-of-practically-everything. But it is clean and provides me with good food and a good home. But that is about all I am grateful to this country for. Along with the fact that I have met the most wonderful people. But on a whole, I'd rather be a nomad, breathing in unfamiliar scents constantly, feeling the bustle of unfamiliar city or town-life, tasting a thousand different foods, just being in a different ambience. I am sick of the uniformity of everything and I am sick of superficial people and their constant need to stay on top of everything, when no one really cares. There's this constant rush and this greed and insatiable hunger for blood. Everyone seems to know what they want and how to get it. And I honestly have yet to discover myself for who I really am. And no one else has been able to do that yet either, find out who I really am that is. I have big plans that I may not even fulfill. My mind is always floating with uncertainties and I like to let things unfold for themselves. I guess that's why I will possibly get nowhere in the the big money-and-blood-rush. I am a dreamer and a wanderer constantly delving deep into the most unimportant aspects of life. But despite what everyone says, I will make a horrid writer, if I ever do become one like they ''predict''. I would like to do medicine. But no one sees me doing it. Life is one big big big gamble and I just can't seem to play the cards right.

And back to the book I go.

OH and I finally got the dvd for the random movie for the 48-hour-film project that I was in for just the last scene. Lets see if it gets a nomination haha. Singapore Flyer

because oxygen is a drug
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