| PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT #777 |
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Everything recent that isn't already friends-only will be locked within a week or so.
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| Public Service Announcement. |
[Mar. 31st, 2008|11:52 am] |
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I will not be using this journal anymore.
Instead:
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| Let's go to a rave and behave like we're trippin' |
[Mar. 31st, 2008|01:23 am] |
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When I'm dancing with you, tomorrow doesn't matter.
Turn that music up 'till the windows start to shatter.
'cause you're the only one that can get me on my feet and I can't even dance.
That's my happy song of the moment. I really would like some supper, but am too lazy to pull on clothes and make my way to the prata shop. I think I shall compensate for this by waking up earlier tomorrow and trying my luck with the prata man. Called Macs but they said that delivery time would be 75minutes. Go die, please.
HAI. This is half an hour later! I jumped into my pants and made my way downstairs to whip up! some! instant noodles. Isn't it annoying how one packet is not nearly enough but two packets is too much? Consumption of MSG! Mmm. I don't care if it makes my hair fall out! What does hair matter if my hunger is not sated! I am Sarah, the Devourer! I will have your souls, bitches! If your souls come in handy little 3minute packets of flour and vegetable oil and delicious, delicious MSG; Just add water!
Pop quiz! How well do you know me? When I'm angry, what is the appropriate course of action/what would you do?
Don't scoff! This information could save your life!
I ask, because on saturday, I was so angry at my cousin that I swore at him in the middle of clarke quay.
And he was being stupid. Did all the wrong things.
You should always be prepared!
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| Incapable of articulating myself: |
[Mar. 21st, 2008|12:27 am] |
Last Tuesday, my paternal grandmother was hit by a motorcycle and died from head trauma & internal injuries.
I spent the March holidays in Penang, Malaysia, attending the five day buddhist wake, funeral, and her desire for her ashes to be scattered in the sea, returned to dust.
This afternoon, my great grandmother passed away peacefully at home, surrounded by visiting relatives.
The wake will last another five days, the funeral will be on Monday afternoon.
I'm happy that she passed so quietly and blissfully, having lived nearly a century, pampered by children and grandchildren alike.
But I'm so, so sad right now.
I haven't recovered from my grandmother's death. We weren't close, but with such tangible grief around you, you feel so smothered and exhausted with emotion. You can't shake that off easily. It follows you around like a dense cloud, weighing you down, rendering you slightly more numb and blank, and ironically, a good deal more inclined to be kind.
And now this.
I was close to my great grandma. The tears won't fall. But I can feel my heart quietly breaking. |
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| Zen Master. |
[Mar. 17th, 2008|11:50 pm] |
How much better does it get? I'm about to implode from the mess of free-wheeling glowbugs spinning halos in and around my head. I laugh in the face of danger, ha ha ha ha!, singing that I just can't wait to be King, and for now, I think I can ignore the hyenas and the deliciously sexy rumble of Beware!
My face is split in a shit-eating grin. There's no one particular reason for it. I'm just in a damned good mood. And it's good enough to be declared! On top of mountains!
In sad, sad contrast, Rat has died in a gangster-style execution. Maybe if he was nicer to Vodka and Stripes he'd still be alive today. |
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| You know what's worse than Incompetence? |
[Mar. 3rd, 2008|11:22 am] |
Assuming someone is incompetent.
--and treating them as if they were. I think that's incredibly unfair. What rags on my nerves these days is the increasing number of people who are saying to me: "You're pitching too high. Don't you think you're going too fast? They don't understand. You can't treat them like they're you." I'm honestly offended by all these comments. Offended on the behalf of my students. Why are you putting them down so fast? Why have you decided that they cannot do it even before they've tried?
I, for one, much prefer to assume that they can. And if they have any questions, they will ask. That's the whole point of tutorials, isn't it? That it isn't just a lecture, that I can proceed at a pace more suitable for the class in question, that they discuss and learn together.
I admit that I'm a greenhorn, that often I don't know what I'm doing in a role like this. The responsibility is immense, I recognise that. And it's a great honour to be trusted with something like this. I know that all of you have years of experience, that you have long since developed your teaching methods. You know far more than I do, in that respect.
But I also know what it's like to be a student. And maybe you don't know this, but we're not all slacker-types. We do want to learn, and we're eager for knowledge. Maybe you don't see it in most of us, so you adjust yourself to the lowest common denominator, just to be on the safe side. Let me be honest with you: You're shortchanging us.
Yes, I've been spoilt by the system. Yes, I don't actually know what the 'mainstream' is like. But I know that as a student, we will learn at the pace you teach. And if you teach slowly, to be safe, we learn equally slowly. We don't feel the adrenaline rush, because we're on this slow coal-fueled train chug-chug-chugging our way to the top of the hill. We're bored. We don't pay attention. It's not because we're belligerent and bad students. It's because we already know what you're going to say because we're being treated a full two years younger than we actually are.
I say, put us on the bullet train. Dare us to fail. Dare us to succeed. We'll take up that challenge and we'll enjoy it all the more because all the scrapes and falls, that's what gives it journey it's flavour, the kick is in the rush. We'll be excited to come to class, we'll start asking questions because the alternative is not knowing. If you give us the answers, we'll keep coming back to you, and learning will be a joy.
I made a deal with a class today. We agreed that I would teach at a pace I thought they would be able to cope with, and at any point they had questions they would raise their hands and ask. And the questions they ask, the points they raise! They've been sorely underestimated.
They can do it. And I want them to know that they can. I'm sorry, not to be disrespectful, but I think I'll ignore your suggestions to pitch lower, dumb down, slow my pace. If you place the bar just that further out of their reach, they'll stretch just that further to get there. I'm just waiting for the first common test. Then you'll see what a little believing can do. |
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| Cheers to you, Grandpa. |
[Mar. 2nd, 2008|10:18 pm] |
(conspiratorial whisper) "Hey. Hey. Tell you a secret." (raised eyebrow)(sotto voce) "I love you!" (chuckling, whispering back) "That's not a secret."  |
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| Mundies. |
[Feb. 22nd, 2008|06:45 pm] |
Haven't been updating you guys on the day-to-day living, have I. I don't see the point, really. Who honestly cares what I've been doing when and whom I've seen where?
Life isn't fair. If it was, I would not be doing as well as I am at the moment. And I'm grateful. But I'm also fantastically bored with the routine.
I realise now that I cannot have a desk job. Not unless I have an intriguing enough hobby/second job on the side. Convert the attic into a studio. Set up the occasional art exhibition. Learn pottery. Sculpt. Write.
Something that will allow me freedom to create, to play, to be able to fail.
I want the luxury of failing. I cannot learn in any way but from my own experiences, my own mistakes. There is no right if you know no wrong.
People are watching, always watching. Big Brother isn't a dictator. It's society itself. I feel caged and I'm irritable. I'm not perfect, I will be wrong, you're a fool if you expect otherwise.
I want a challenge. It's time to do some investing. Especially now that I can afford to do so. I've got the time, I've got the money, I've got no more excuses. All I need is something to be interested in. Nothing has caught my eye. It's rare that I catch myself in a situation such as this.
Where is my muse? |
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| In lights. |
[Jan. 27th, 2008|11:45 pm] |
Saturation would be interesting. All angles and cutting features, protrusions. (Protrusion is such an ugly word, don't you think?) Highlights and contrasts. Desaturation, on the other hand, holds the classic appeal of shades of grey. How would you prefer to live your life?
You'll find me in the house of the Rising Sun. It's that instance where it breaches the horizon and everything is thrown off balance, boundaries are blurred as chalk lines. In that moment, in that sliver of Time, that's where you'll find me. With my hat strategically dipped below one eye.
My scarf, it'll be apricot.
And before I forget:
Happy Birthday, Carol <3
I love you. |
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| They love to tell you: Stay inside the lines. |
[Jan. 27th, 2008|10:05 pm] |
Enough! No more whingy posts preaching about philosophy and all this nonsense about meaning and substance. We both know that's not what you're here online for. Kids nowadays, we're all here for the scandals!, the Flash games (created by people at once both geekier and cooler than you are! - this scary new virtual reality dominion is not for one who can't trandscend the 70's teen stereotype), the mindless, brain-numbing transition from the Real World to Cyberspace (ease up there on the accelerator, that level of enthusiasm is unhealthy!), the assurance that no matter how much of a loser you are, there will always be someone who has done something even more inane, and there are pictures to prove it!
Bryan Adams has the most deliciously raspy singing voice. I do believe I've already mentioned this more than once before.
And so, tomorrow, the sun will rise, the cock will crow (somewhere east in Singapore, I think, or in the mini-jungles we've so cleverly cultivated to combat global warming - and to help the whole Garden City branding, of course - it's always political, even when they tell you otherwise) and I will be grumpy because the morning unicorns and I, we don't get along too well, they insist on the whole sunshine business when I've already told them that I like my natural light filtered, thankyouverymuch, preferably through dense mesh. I deal much better as a nocturnal creature, but I haven't yet joined the undead (though you couldn't tell, judging by the way I look) and so, am forced into the light to deal with people unwilling and/or unable to distinguish between an assertion and an argument, or even formulate a decent thesis statement.
I'm staring at my inbox, waiting to see if a new timetable will arrive. Starting tomorrow, I will be taking three more lit paper 4 classes, and dropping one GP class. Oh please, please let them have a brain. Hot air balloon rides to Oz are getting pricey these days and I can't negotiate with the green people anymore - not since I told one of them that his mother was a hamster-- |
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