And the funny thing? I actually did see the IVLE announcement for the deadline extension; it just didn't register that 12 March and 5 March aren't the same thing.
Ugh, I'm annoyed. Screw this whole thing. I'm just going to finish it later on today after I sleep and that'd be the end of it. There's NO WAY I'm giving up next weekend too. I like, totally came home at like, 11 a.m. on Friday after lecture for the stupid assignment (which I ended up not writing a word of, but at least I took apart the question) when I could've gone shopping. What a joke. I can't believe my shocking oversight.
I'm going to check out a few free gigs at the Mosaic Music Festival, probably next Friday night.
It's been a while since I last did something by myself...
Then again, I watched Little Children by myself but I watch movies by myself all the time so that doesn't really count.
I mean, doing something that isn't shopping or watching a movie. Just...being somewhere, with no particular aim, living in the moment, appreciating it for what it is: Fleeting and ephemeral, prone to instantaneous implosion, all the more precious because of its precise, heart-rending rarity. That moment in which you are completely at peace with everything - the world, your past, your present, your future, your mistakes, your achievements, your wasted potential. Yourself. It may not last very long, but the fact is, it happened. And because it happened you're better-poised to move on to the unimportant things, secure in the knowledge that you've experienced something larger than life.
I'm not making sense. But it doesn't matter.
I'm feeling really cold nowadays.
Yesterday I was irritated with myself for a few things, the outstanding ones among them being: 1) My Equity assignment; and 2) my disgusting, ballooning stomach that I hate like hell which I wish I could stab with a knife and let all the fats leak out.
I went swimming yesterday afternoon.
I am going swimming later on in the day.
I'm damn tired right now.
I watched A Touch of Zen, this Shaolin Troupe or whatever performance thingy and uh, it was weird and rather draggy and uh, I was sleepy.
It was weird because I couldn't get past the commercialism. Chinese martial arts performed in an air-conditioned, pseudo-atas theatre (pseudo because the Esplanade is a fucking joke). There's something quite wrong with that, methinks.
It gets repetitive after a while. I'd much rather watch a martial arts film. But I did dig the drumming though, all of it, and the fact that the main guy was DAMN HOT. Even from where I sat - the last row dammit - it was still apparent that he was well-toned and had really nice, muscled arms.
You know what I find really hot in a guy? Strong arms. Such a major turn-on, but having said that, well-defined muscles don't do shit for me. What I like is the obvious presence of muscles, but not so ostensible that they're...you know, big.
Okay, I have no idea what the hell I'm saying. Nevermind.
My folks and I had dinner at Al Dente before that. I had my Sex on a Beach and it's soooo yummy. I do declare that to be the best cocktail I've had, ever.
Dinner ended up in the $130 region. Oh my god. My pasta was $20 and I swear it was the most expensive plate of spaghetti I've ever had, ever. And it was the cheapest item in the menu. Talk about insane. I don't like spending too much money on food because 1) it just comes out as shit; and therefore, 2) the money is better spent on clothes.
The pasta was good though, but it was a bit too salty after a while.
Sleepy. Going to bed.
I will come back with an entry tomorrow at 1.40 a.m. declaring that I'm done with my assignment. Because I will finish it and you can hold me to my word.
I just want to get it out of the way so that I can watch Notes on a Scandal and that Paris film with Mag, go to the free gigs, go to Tris' Hall production, and not sacrifice anything more than ONE ENTIRE WEEKEND for a 20% assignment with a freaking 2000 word limit. Like what the fuck can you say in 2000 words? It's a three-part hypothetical some more. Wah lau eh.
Am going to stop typing before the Singlish defaces me even more.