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Thursday, June 14, 2007

Got tagged by lil' sis this time around, and since I'm extremely free at the moment... :


1. Grab a book nearest to you and turn to page 18, find line 4.
"Ease pastry into the tin." (-_-"); from Family Circle Chicken Recipes.



2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can.
And then...???



3. What is the last thing you watch on TV.
Some HK TVB series.



4. Without looking at the clock, guess what time is it.
9pm? Perhaps close to 9 la.



5. Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?
8.59pm! Wah, not bad!!



6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
The tv downstairs - some female singer serenading away on screen. My cousin clicking away in front of his laptop on my right. My other cousin clambering down the stairs. My sister showering upstairs. The keyboard as I type this answer. =P



7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?
Between 2.30pm and 4.10pm. Went to the gym....and now my right arm hurts like h*ll!



8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at?
At my sister's blog for this survey? o_O



9. What are you wearing?
White tee, tracksuit, bedsocks, slippers and a jacket.



10. Did you dream last night?
Yea, though I could barely remember it....twas' something to do with fellow SOS members. =p
[I miss you all (T_T)]



11. When did you last laugh?
As in a real, hearty laugh? Three hours ago, when I read one of Kenny Sia's entries.



12. What are on the walls you are in????
I'm in a wall???



13. Seen anything weird lately?
Not recently, but have been noticing objects hanging/dangling on telephone lines along Errol St. like a teddy bear, a marionette and a pair of laced shoes.



14. What do you think of this quiz?
*yawns*



15. What is the last film you saw?
A Korean film: 200 Pounds Beauty



16.If you become a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?
A chef, a personal trainer's services....oh, and a white West Highland terrier!!!



17. Tell me something about you that I don't know.
I have six toes on my left foot....nah, I'm just kidding. What you don't know huh? Hmm, let's just say that appearances can be very deceiving, shall we? ^^



18. If you could change 1 thing in the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?
Ban fastfood!
(Watch "Supersize Me" and you know why I say so)


19. George Bush.
No comments.

20. Imagine your first child is a girl, what would you call her?
Sze Yuen Jr? o_O Seriously, I have no idea la....



21. Imagine your first child is a boy, what would you call him?
Refer answer above (the 2nd sentence, that is) -_-"

22. Would you ever consider living abroad?
I'm sorta living abroad now. lol. Kinda nice, and yea, perhaps I'll consider it.

23. What do you want God to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?
"Welcome aboard!" ?

24. Tag 5 people who must also do this in their blog:
Nah, getting lazy to tag people here....whoever wants to do this survey, by all means do it la.

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Updates:

It's been almost a week since my end-of-semester exams ended. One helluva paper, I must say - never have I felt so unprepared for an exam before. =\ *sigh* We're currently on a one-month break, and since the mid-term results will only be released on 6th July, I might as well enjoy myself first.

What have I been up to in the last couple of days? Heh, the usual stuff minus the studying part (intended to read up a little on Neurology at the start, so I went happily to the med library one fine day and borrowed a book...and I've yet to open it! lol) - Shopping (winter sales are here! *woot*), meeting up friends from days gone by (man, just saying this makes me feel old), guzzling down good food, baking, finished Grey's Anatomy, catching up on Heroes and hopefully Bleach (yes, Jian Wey, I know I should have watched them ages ago, but better late than never, right? =P), and gym workouts (yours truly has gotta exercise a little to balance her totally unhealthy eating habits and lifestyle - she's eating like a pig and hibernating like a bear for the last five days!)

Today is Min's drama exam (monologue component), and since I'm bringing some props over to Trinity College for her in another 1/2 hour, I better freshen up and get ready. =p More updates later.

PS: Speaking of good food, Tomodachi's black sesame ice-cream is absolutely DIVINE. At AUD5.80 for two scoops of heaven on a small pool of sweetened red beans, it's worth every penny. Give it a shot at Tomodachi, Melbourne Central. XD

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Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Remembering


In my own remembering,
I can see so many things.
Days of bliss were much too brief.
Longer nights of pain and grief.
In my own remembering,
all my sins forgive.

Memory, can never be,
mere fact or history.
Memory, is more complex;
of mute agenda and subtext.
Memory, will flow and ebb,
according to one's mental web.
Memory, a visceral mix,
of deja vu and subtle tricks.

In my own remembering,
thwarted dreams will all take wing.
Flights of fancy, foolish lies,
float in ether's cloudless skies.
In my own imagining,
I begin to live.

Memory, the neurone taps,
the fiery spark at the arch synapse.
Memory, the self entraps,
the slant or view in happy snaps.
Memory, applauds and claps,
our weary march to last collapse.
Memory, marks time elapsed,
a heartbeat drawn on virtual maps.

In my own remembering,
just a cog or underling,
was never made for real fame.
Cared not a fig to play the game.
In my own dissembling,
all my sins forgive.

Memory, is mercury,
a silver flash of the quick adept.
Memory, is emory,
it smoothes a path, and slicks the step.
Memory, can gather wool,
unless it's used, trained or schooled.
Memory, the survivor's tool.
Memory, is lost to fools.

In my own remembering,
unhappy themes remove thy sting.
Regret may prove the heart impure.
The loss of love must be endured.
In my own remembering,
all my sins forgive.

Memory, will often be,
a twisted tale of mystery.
Memory, can be repressed,
or triggered by an idle jest.
Memory, so sure to vex,
unstring the mind, the bow and flex.
Memory, and core defects,
become combined in blind reflex.
Memory, is never proof,
to hold aloft or keep aloof.
Memory, is claw and tooth,
an ancient art and modern truth.

In my own remembering,
the myth of self's - a holy being.
Righteous faith is never wrong.
No doubt infects my public song.
In my own remembering,
I begin to live.


-David SmithWhite-

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