let lemons be angry

Even if i want to, i can't touch my art ever again. The printer sent them down beautifully wrapped in their printer paper, a stack of foam boards of the purest pearly white. I have never seen foam boards so beautifully white. And my one year's worth of work, no, more than one year's work, finally touchable and holdable and handupable. I want to bring some food down for ms yeo. If not for her i wouldn't have taken all those technologically savvy twists. Mrs Dayna Chia and i cabbed down to the exam center to hand them all in, and we bumped into ms yeo there. I think my face must have been brimming over with joy like she'd never seen before. Because ms yeo's face was brimming over too, like i'd never seen before. Dayna chia is so easy to talk to. I look at her and can't help thinking: clean, fresh, expensive. She even has expensive skin, nothing but the finest quality. She is like the girl described in Thirty-nothing, the blonde city chick who smelled of something clean and expensive. A sophisticated kind of groomed, only obvious in well-sewn hemlines and invisible makeup. The best beauty products are subtle. And we had a nice chat in the cabrides to and fro, me feeling so shabby and kampong jc in my pe shirt and shorts (and oversized shoes, which she noticed).

Now i'm busying myself with preparations for the 29th of october. My parents are throwing a party to celebrate their silver anniversary, and i'm in charge of the slideshow, the emceeing and other miscellaneous daughter duties. I bought myself a dress! I think it's the second clothing item i've bought by myself which i haven't regretted immediately. I'm looking at all their old photos--the dating ones, the wedding ones--so fabulously retro, complete with the aged sepia tones and rounded edges. My dad had scruffy beatles hair and large tinted glasses, and he wore fitting colourful shirts with large collars, bell bottoms and boots. Can you get any more authentically 70s than that? And my mother's wedding look was julie christie + farah fawcett + the defiant simplicity of 70s folk singers. A veil just draped over her head with a lace headband, long bell sleeves, and centre-parted hair that cascaded in tonged waves. I'm delirious soaking in the retroness. They were so young and so guided by the fashion rules of the times. The actual date of their anniversary is 6th october--one of my favourite dates for it's also bong's and paki's birthdays! What a happy day. I bought my parents an anniversary present that i finally feel good about. For once it's not soap or candles or something generally useless, but tickets to Rachmaninov's second piano concerto. I haven't been to an sso concert in two years and i feel the hushed halls calling my bones to go again. Rach's 2nd piano concerto is the concerto to listen to live, out of the whole year's listing. All By Myself was written from it. And oohwee, mamma mia on the 29th of october. This is like a month out of Little Women or War and Peace--concerts and ballgowns and "coming out". Never mind yet that towards the end of october i'll be freaking out. The word "papers" takes on only one definition in my mind (and in azi's too apparently)--indispensable stationery.

I miss jacky's shi zi lu kou. It used to be my secret thrill, the same way K shows are now my secret thrill. Oh but last night's episode was hilarious. I knew truck guy would get some love advice, but for the gangster chief (the only noble, wise and dignified father figure) to give it was just classic. Anyway, my other secret thrill yielded me some fun facts about the glitch. Do you want to know fun facts about the glitch? I think they're only fun because it's the glitch. I laughed that evil laugh when i read how he can't get the train times right. I know when's the perfect time to reach the train station. He obviously does not. Ha ha. Ha ha.

And and and. For yet aNOTher time: what's up with Boys and basketball?!