1). On the bus to Coventry today, I overhead the conversation between two guys sitting behind me. One was from Greece, the other probably from Germany. Here's how it goes:

"You like her?"
"Yea I do."
"So where is she from?"
"China."
"Oh."
"Do you like Chinese girls?"
"Yea well..*hesitates* .....some of them. They have their China accent which is....(can't hear but denotes negative connotations.)"

I really wonder if they think I'm not Chinese. I thought all Chinese looked the same to ang mohs. Well, then again, we speak of liking ang mohs all the time. Heh. It just feels EXTREMELY weird to have people talking behind your back, literally.


2). For those from Nanyang Girls', Ai Ling, the student councillor vice president is in my school. And she's like gathering all the Singaporeans and they are all coagulating. Like stale milk. It's disgusting. I found a Singaporean who is equally put off. Yay.

3). Had a very long talk after dinner with a French man who lived in Belgium for most of his time, and a Korean guy, who is really pretty. The French man had a China girlfriend. The Korean guy looked like a girl. AWWWwwwwww....

4). I thought I would become very sociable out here, but I was SO wrong. Again, I avoided school parties like plague. Oh and obviously, I avoid Singaporeans like MAD. Somehow, I just dont feel comfortable. Anyway, I pretty much have no one to go with. All the girls I hang out with are like, people who go to bed at 10. The French man was pretty keen on going with me but I was dead reluctant to club with a guy, a French guy. Yea. I'm such a loner, antisocial. Bitch.

5). I'm thinking of ALL ways that I could possibly change my course. I'm really desperate.

6). I'm one big fat life contradiction. I am sociable yet I'm anti-social. I talk bad about Singapore yet protect it from insults with my life. (Well, not quite, but you get the idea.) I want to be outgoing and ra-ra, but I'm just put off when people do so. I don't want to mix around with asians, but I feel comfortable with them. I smoke but I hate smokers. I pierce but I'm no emo momo kid. (I think.) I'm quite a nice person but I really hate indians. (I'm sorry but really. I hate to generalize but most of the indians i've seen are REALLY irritating.)

Ok done. Bye. Wish me luck. I found the launderette. I can finally clear the pile of shit on my floor that's stinking up my room. Whee.

7). My roommate just came home and she told me of this sign on the front door that says that this is a non-smoking flat. WHAT!?!?! I was pretty sure I chose "smoker" on my list. And I've been smoking yet nobody has stopped me! I'm going to faint.

bye.

Love,
Nene.
Cheers,
Nene.

aight. I know I'm a bit late. Have been attempting to settle in nicely and stop bumming and throwing stuff around. BUT obviously not quite happening. Although my room is impressively neat. (I just bought hangers to neaten up my wardrobe!) Oh, and I wanted to write an email and mass send it to everyone, but I have yet to figure out how to use the phone so yea, just be patient.

Hmm. It's currently 11:24pm now. (7 Hours behind singapore time) Weather: cold and drizzle and very dry yet windy. Mood: banana. Went down to Oxford this afternoon. As in, the city of Oxford where the 39 colleges that are under Oxford university are in. Sweet place. Really nice and cosy. But possibly a tad too many cafes. And terribly expensive stuff. (I can't imagine living in London.) Let me just give you, my avid readers, an example. Red bull. That stewpid canned drink you get that makes you grow wings. Yea. It costs about S$1+++. But here, it's 1.95 fucking pounds. Which translates into almost S$6?????? yea. Ok, granted, I was in a cafe, BUT STILL!!! Isnt it a bit toooooo steep? Well anyway,in general, the price tags here are the same as those you see in singapore, but instead of the sing dollar sign, you get the pound dollar sign. Aye. Which mean everything is mutiplied by 3. It's really insane I tell you. I mean, I used to ignore stuff like 50cents worth of difference, but now, 50 pence is like S$1.50. Omg. Ok shuddup. In due time I will get used to it. And in due time I'll be pretty broke. (My roomie just got home..)

Ok anyway, I saw the oxford buildings and whatever. yea. great views. that's about it. could hardly hear the tour guide. oh well.

But the shopping. IT WAS AMAZING. Well, I mean window shopping. I didnt buy anything except a box of party poopers and a S$1.50 balloon that has stars on it. HahHAHa. OH. And there's a puzzles, games and magic shop somewhere in there. AND IT"S FREAKING COOL. I would have bought something if only the people I was with weren't so un-interested. OH WELL. I'll go back soon. Heh. (Oh, and they sell mahjong sets at 40pounds cheapest. SOMEONE SEND ONE OVER!!!!!!!)

Ok. It's about bedtime. I'll stop here. I'll send an email soon, with my address and hopefully my room number. Don't bother messaging me these few days cos I dumbly forgot to bring my handphone charger. I'm having it speed posted over so yea. Oh and mint, I cant receive any of the mms you sent me for some reason. Think my gprs is not activated. Good lord. K bye.

cheers,
the nene who is quite deprived of happsening people.

If you've got the time, check out these two people: He Yunchang, and Zak Sabbath.

Sabbath is both a painter and an alt porn star (meaning, porn star with body modifications.) He has published serveral art books and held serveral showcases. He features, well, the modified woman. An appreciation of them. Whereas his porn star journey is basically something...hmmm...practical? Not that he earns more in making porn movies. Anyway, he is a really interesting person with a different perspective of life. If you're free, look up this page.) Warning: explicit images.

He Yunchang on the other hand, is a pretty decent man, with pretty much a scary brain. As the leading performance artist from China, he works include casting himself inside a concrete slab for 24hours, wrestling 100 people in 66 minutes, and staring at 10,000 watts of light for an hour in order "to make his eyesight become worse". Pretty amazing stuff huh. Art or not, you decide, although it's just a label. Anyway, he shares the same surname as I do. (Its in the blood man...it's in the blood.)

Just for you curious folks out there, I found out about him from the body modification website I frequent. Apparently his latest "artwork" required him to get a sub-clavicle piercing -- a piercing that goes underneath the collar bone. (Yes, there are freaks out there who do such thing.) An article can be found here. Warning: explicit images.


Oh, and I just found out that violent pornography is banned in the UK, and it's a crime punishable to 3 years in jail. Lord have mercy.


I'm too nice for this world. So you either leave me alone or be REALLY nice.

Two chapters in my life finally came to a close recently. One was that of my M.A.C journey that spanned 9 months. All I can say at the end of this journey is that the world is too goddamnit fucking big, and your life is too goddamnit fucking short to bother too much. Just sit back, relac, and smell the clouds. Talk to them if you are able to. They are pretty good company.

Anyway, after 9 months, I finally realised that the ability to put on make up is like a competition between the female species. It's like an unsaid thing, but you can totally feel it. It's almost like a competition for superiority in femininity(?). Even though it may be totally superficial (pun intended), and not of great significance, the tension is there. I don't quite feel the same way for clothes, but maybe cos my sense of style is pretty well, slack. Oh well.



Another issue I'd like to address is that of "Good Service". All I can about it is, one, it has to work both ways, and two, the best service that one person can get is probably from a Humaniod. A humaniod that possesses a certain level of human qualities, except that it has 100% tolerance level. Oh, and this is also commonly referred to as "Professionalism". To me, it's all bull crap. To make the world a better place, all people have to be is, Nice. I'm not saying to be hypocritical. But simply Be Nice. Aye, world peace. It's probably never within reach.


The second chapter that closed in my life is that of my mime journey. I started training at Mime Unlimited beginning of this year after being told by Ruth about the Open Rehearsals. They are basically free mime lessons, that progresses. And at the end of the crash course, you perform in a showcase called the Open Rehearsal Performance. The moment I heard of this programme, I was pretty much estatic. It has always been my ambition to be able to mime. The motivation came from being able to fly. Since I can never quite lift off the ground and start flapping me arms in hope of soaring through the clouds, I'll have to mime it. There was just something magical yet comic about it. I failed terribly last year trying to create a mime piece for my exams, and I'm extremely glad that I had this opportunity. The fact that it ended meant my dream journey is over and accomplished.

Mime Unlimited will be shutting down at the end of this year after being around for a long time. It came quite as a shock to me. But it was quite uplifting. A new beginning I suppose. I learned sooooo much in this chapter that I can't wait to show it off and make use of it in the next. I'm hoping to enrol in a mime school in London that is actually directed by 2 of last assistants of a great mime artist. I can't remember who now, but it'll come back to me. And when I come back to Singapore, fuck economics, and I'll open another mime company.

Anyways, many thanks to those who made this journey extremely exciting and fulfilling. Thank You.




Also, through this journey, I have opened my very small and slitty munjen eyes to see who my true friends are, as cliche as it sounds. When the world is small enough that sacrificing for a friend is the world's greatest feeling. Especially when compared to a pedicure or even men.

I love you guys man.

My departure for England is only time for me to escape from my parents and truly find myself, like the way I found you guys. :)

Cheers, to many cigarettes, cockles and carlsberg.

p.s. all pray i find some shag-worthy ang moh in england. gender is not an issue. aye.. a pirate's life for me.

1. I finally passed my driving test. Even though I seriously felt that I drove better the first time round. Heh. Chinese testers suck. I like Indians. :D Btw, just a note for those out there who's going to take your test at the Yio Chu Kang centre : if you get a tester by the name of Koh LS, BE WARNED.

2. I'm leaving in exactly 9 days and about 10 hours. 1150pm, 25th September 2006. I think it's terminal 2 but I really don't remember. But anyway, unless you consider yourself a true friend of mine, don't bother coming yea? I mean, the lesser people the better. I don't like crowds. Yeap. (Oh and to those who are coming, some taboo topics are: my tattoo, my piercings, and my smoke and drink habits. Aye?????)

3. I'm SERIOUSLY considering changing my major. NOW. To like Literature and Theatre Studies or something. I REALLY cannot imagine 3 years of Economics. I can't imagine the people around me. I can't imagine how I'm going to score well. I can't imagine taking up an econs textbook and memorizing mathematical formulas. Neither can I imagine having to learn computer language. This may just be pre-departure jitters. But I really have a bad feeling about this. And NEVER underestimate women's intuition. Though I think mine is pretty much non-existent.

4. I can't play the guitar for shit nuts.

5. I need to get a tattoo touch up before I leave.

6. Today's the last day of my mime performance. For ticketing information, call me. *marks a tick off my dream list*


I'm about to witness the second greatest regret of my life. And my hands are pretty much tied.

Me and all my friends
We're all misunderstood
They say we stand for nothing and
There's no way we ever could
Now we see everything that's going wrong
With the world and those who lead it
We just feel like we don't have the means
To rise above and beat it

So we keep waiting
Waiting on the world to change
We keep on waiting
Waiting on the world to change

It's hard to beat the system
When we're standing at a distance
So we keep waiting
Waiting on the world to change
Now if we had the power
To bring our neighbors home from war
They would have never missed a Christmas
No more ribbons on their door
And when you trust your television
What you get is what you got
Cause when they own the information, oh
They can bend it all they want

That's why we're waiting
Waiting on the world to change
We keep on waiting
Waiting on the world to change

It's not that we don't care,
We just know that the fight ain't fair
So we keep on waiting
Waiting on the world to change

And we're still waiting
Waiting on the world to change
We keep on waiting waiting on the world to change
One day our generation
Is gonna rule the population
So we keep on waiting
Waiting on the world to change

We keep on waiting
Waiting on the world to change

John Mayer, Continuum

My guitar teacher is down with chicken pox. Tsk.

And I'm going to the US and marrying John Mayer and Jack Johnson. Hah!


I don't lust for just any pervert now.