Wednesday, November 30, 2005
yet another lengthy offering of confused ramblings

i wonder exactly what it says about your family if your parents email you regarding family dinners and your sister messages you on msn to print things for her. of course i see my father sometimes; when he drives me to school in the morning, and in church on sundays. and my sister and i hang out in each others' rooms quite a bit, sharing food and reading. one day i'm going to get a small house with a big garden and a big waggy-tailed dog.

met up with nanz, serene and sam today. at east coast park. this is significant because i stay somewhat central / west of singapore. and i spent approximately 2 hours traveling. by the end of it, i was rather nauseous. i suppose that was my fault for reading on the bus, but the book was really quite intriguing [the gardnes of kyoto]. we went cycling on double seater bikes. they claim i ride too fast, and it's frightening to ride with me. i protest that speed is relative, and i've never fallen off a bike. incidentally we had close calls, but isn't that what makes life interesting? i wouldn't say no to a ride on a motorbike. three years ago, i promised serene that when she gets her license, i'll ride behind her as a show of support, and she'll drive us off the bridge and straight into a lamp post [sisters forever; laugh together, cry together, die together]. well apparently now she thinks that if there's any dying to be done, i'll be the one causing it. how come i didn't hear any complaints two years ago about the speed at which i cycle? but i guess it only bothers the poor souls when they're trapped, literally, behind me. serene and sam sustained minor injuries [sam don't yell at me, you didn't break any bones]. which i did not cause directly. tadahh.

the gardens of kyoto is interesting. half the time i wonder if the narrator is making up the story, or relating her history. then i realise how stupid it is, when the whole book is fiction anyway. so what does it matter, if it's fiction, or fiction in a fiction, or fiction in a fiction in a fiction? ah hah. metafiction. lit classes come in handy sometimes. the hero [in my opinion] veers towards the jonathon variety; delicate, very intelligent and perceptive, all words and ideas and a slowly simmering passion. oh, and beautiful too. the narrator has a great deal of hindsight but very little foresight. i dislike henry mildly. and daphne, well she's the sterotypical smart wildchild. i actually like this book. i've only read it once so far; tomorrow i'll read it again and try to put the pieces together. the author is rather clever; she writes the book in the style of the gardens; 'it is not the materials in isolation that form a garden, but the fragments in relation...' the narrator throws out her stories in bit and pieces, and you have to try to put the pieces of the jigsaw together, try to imagine things as they are, read between the lines and cut away the excess bits. i sound like i'm doing a book review. maybe i should use this instead of white oleander. hmm. but that was pretty thought provoking too. hmmmm. okay nevermind, just take this as my recommendation. chris, i'll be renewing this book and taking it with me to perth, where we can lie on the grass and thrash out all its little issues and themes. i thought it was some jap thing. well i only read the blurb when i took it off the shelf, har har. there's only a bit of jap, like in the references to the gardens. other than that, it's pretty much america in 1945. damn. i am going to stop sounding like a bloody promoter of this book.

interestingly, i just recieved an email from my father regarding my perth trip. in addition to other more normal instructions [call daddy when you reach christine's house, etc etc, pack vit c.. do they know i don't eat vit c over here? hmm], i've been told not to swim in the sea [i never go out further than my chin, does that count?], not to engage in dangerous activities [as if i usually stick my head in an alligator's mouth], not to take any alcoholic drinks [do they know i don't drink?], and not to party or stay over at someone else's house [i hate partying, it's noisy and i hate crowds]. it's actually quite amusing. but they'll never be able to forbid me to get on the back of someone's motorbike, because my father used to ride a scooter. hahahaha.

i wonder whom the next pizza treat will come from. we've all made speculations. the person in question has no idea whatsoever. we think. i really want it all to work out, it's such a stupid, crazy waste. it's frustrating to be close enough to touch the sky, yet remain unsure of your own ability to reach that far. but somehow i know that if i were her, i would never have had the guts to open my cement-filled mouth. so just to let you know [you know who you are], i really admire you. i really really do. maybe it's because you've waited long enough. maybe it's because you know it's right. i really hope it's right. that you're right. that we all are. because this person actually has my stamp of approval. and you know how generous i am with my stamps of approval. hehh.

i've decided not to watch harry potter. sam said that draco only appears twice. that's not enough for me to fork out an unbelievable amount of money. there's something about blondes with slight attitude problems huh. but only in reel life. give me one in real life and i'll be tempted to rearrange his pretty face.
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