and about a year ago, upon taking my results, i was struck with the terror of getting four a2s that shouldn’t really be a2s. it has been a long time since then, and so much has changed. and in retrospect, yet so little.

of reminicises and recollections.

You are the fox.

Saint Exupery’s ‘The Little Prince’ Quiz.
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and i am a happy boy (again). whee!

dramafeste came out good; murphy’s law seemed to have taken a day off and the backstage crew was flawless. sorry for all the bitching and screaming and pmsing and all those damned pent out frustration; on the actual day itself everything turned out well and i really do have to apologise for behaving like a bitch. but yay everything was perfect andicanhappilygoandsleepandrememberthisdayasahappyone. : )

Christ. i never have sworn THAT much before.

heyheyhey, additional points for creative use of invectives!

and you goddamned son of a bitch, do you really think that you;re so great? that doing props would influence the “grand scheme of things” and that by not making noise you would fail to play that small teeny part would cause the entire production to fall and crumble? whatever gave you the fucking right to dismiss dramafeste as “that great meh?” before preceding with a push. (take your goddamned hands off my chest; if it werent for the fact that you were making such a grandiose load of noise i would have whacked the bloody balls off you. if you have them.) and yelling of “the right to ask us to shut up.” oh please, huang cheng isnt THAT bloody great to the extent that MAKING props would over shadow an actual performance with a sold out crowd.

you bloody fucking egotistical motherwanking twat.

and someone not very old but yet very wise told me that love is an act of forgetting and that compassion should not exist in passion and i agree because one should love wholeheartedly and enthusiastically and not be tied down by obligations nor events that once were but will now never be.

we learn new things every day.

and i am a happy boy. whee!

i think catch me if you can is a lovely romantic spirited and at the same time surreal movie that is the dream fantasy of us out there; who wouldn’t want to fly around the world to see it in its resplondent glory (selected ones; i shall not be prissy. for now.) and spend 4 million dollars (at that time, which would translate to about 16 million now?) living the good life? i certainly wouldn’t mind. and yet at the same time, i was getting grossly irritated because i know that for whatever i had, i simply cannot, cannot be as brilliant as frank abygnale jnr. and pull off the things that he did.

it’s so petulantly annoying. hmpf.

and i still have not done my commonwealth essay yet. -wails-

and because today (which became yesterday an hour and eighteen minutes ago) is valentine’s day, i shall post this song which is lovely and poignant and pretty altogether at the same time.

How soft a whisper can get

When you’re walking through a crowded space

I hear every word being said

And I remember that everyday

I get a little bit closer to you

How long an hour can take

When you’re starting into open space

When I feel I’m slipping further away

I remember that everyday

I get a little bit closer to you

These are the days

That I won’t get back

I won’t hear you cry

Or hear you laugh

And when it’s quite

And I don’t hear a thing

I can always hear you breathe

You know there’s nowhere else

I’ve wanted to be

Than be there when you need me

I’m sorry too

But don’t give up on me

And just remember that when you get asleep

I got a little bit closer to you

Closer to You – The Wallflowers

p.s jakob dylan looks like oneiros!!