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you think you're chocolate

when you're chewing gum

2006-10-16

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I think I've never read anything and really felt like crying. The only time I ever remembered feeling terribly emotional was in secondary school, lying in my bed past midnight reading Adeline Yen-Mah's 'Falling Leaves'. It's funny how reading Crystal's and RJ's entries about our dinner made me almost-cry. So sappy and melodramatic but you have to have these moments! God, thank You for my friends.

And I felt bad writing so little about what happened. I think I'm bad at writing, really. But I close my eyes and it's vivid. Ironically, that makes it hard to write it down.

On another note, I am listening to the cd that I ordered online! It finally arrived! I love packages and letters:) It's by this indie folkish group called Elephant Parade, and they sell their own cds on the web. It's amazing that I'm holding something made with effort and love from some people somewhere. I love the brown envelope with the bubbly thingey inside them- I like to think it's filled with belief!

It's really weird how little seemingly unrelated everyday things seem to connect and surround you. It's almost like a surreal a-ha! moment. I was just blog-surfing yesterday night and I came across this cedarian's blog. It was filled with her drawings and photographs- whimsical pieces of art, minimal words. Very lovely. I know her, or rather remember her as one of those people you bump into on the corridors, those people you never say hi to but whose presence is somehow noted unconsciously.

And then today, we watched a short movie by some local filmmakers in class. It's called 'Shelter'. I think it's a little gem, maybe bordering on the oversentimental or pretentious (as some of my classmates called it) but I liked it. I love watching local movies- it makes me believe we can do something, be inspiring and be inspired.

Isn't it amazing to be able to pass on something to someone else?

On saturday, I went to SAM with the boy. I was captivated by these young artists drawing and doodling and writing on the walls. I was just noting the way their hands moved, their inks and paints, their books lying carelessly on the sidewalk.

I think I really want to create art, create something, to be here.

Yux chewed at 3:37 p.m.

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