tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134555982020-06-18T18:56:01.061+08:00It's raining noodles! Hallelujah! And the noodles shall inherit the earth!Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00449152075580721939noreply@blogger.comBlogger610125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455598.post-63579596620742942502011-01-27T22:57:00.005+08:002011-01-28T01:03:06.726+08:00

It's strange how much you feel like an old friend to me. I've been pondering for a long while over how exactly our conversation should happen, and how exactly I should even begin to reveal the years that I have lived over the past three months, so as to do it justice... Though to be fair, our 'conversation' tends to be a monologue during which I unleash my Crazy upon your dubiously willing minds.

Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00449152075580721939noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455598.post-11301632156566956402011-01-05T01:08:00.002+08:002011-01-08T01:35:12.889+08:00

"How... how fragile situations are. But not tenuous. Delicate, but not flimsy, not indulgent. Delicate, that's why they keep breaking, they must break and you must the the pieces together and show it before it breaks again, or put them aside for a moment when something else breaks and turn to that, and all this keeps going on. That's why most writing now, if you read it they go on one two three

Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00449152075580721939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455598.post-84635394199080506742011-01-01T00:00:00.004+08:002011-01-01T00:00:06.008+08:00

I've taken the past few months to think about life in general. Unfortunately I still can't find any answers, due mainly in part to the fact that I couldn't figure out the questions in the first place. 'What is life?' just doesn't cut it: It presupposes the existence of 'life', and assumes that 'what' is the appropriate interrogative word here, as opposed to 'how' or 'why', for example. Why is

Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00449152075580721939noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455598.post-29097791412036393542010-11-07T21:38:00.007+08:002010-11-07T21:57:05.517+08:00

I feel like I have lived a year in the past month. Guess this means I'm aging before my time.Many, many stories are begging to be told... But I still can't find the words for them, still can't make sense of it all. It is like remembering a taste... It's on the tip of your tongue, and then it's gone. Transience is such a pain.

Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00449152075580721939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455598.post-80560635172869871742010-10-12T23:47:00.004+08:002010-10-13T00:14:08.789+08:00

My little boy is still alive and well. Amidst all the insanity these past few weeks, I am thankful that this is one reliable constant in my life... for now. Law school is, of course, another constant; but these days it's just been a constant pain in the ass.We place Pudding in a cardboard box while cleaning out his cage, because his vocabulary does not include 'courage', and the mere sight of a

Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00449152075580721939noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455598.post-1365686987476539202010-10-05T19:00:00.025+08:002011-01-28T01:07:14.960+08:00

For some reason, ever since the break-up, I've been craving change. I suspect that this restlessness will get me into trouble some day, but I figure... I won't be young and stupid forever; some day I'll just be old and stupid, which sucks because you can't use youth as an excuse any more. This morning I woke up and just knew that today was the day. Today felt like the perfect day to do something

Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00449152075580721939noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455598.post-6142360832818210602010-10-02T16:47:00.004+08:002010-10-06T00:16:39.957+08:00

Yesterday it was exactly a week since the break-up. I have gotten many questions, mostly from myself. The "why"s are the hardest to answer. There is so much I could say, and yet there is nothing I could say, that could possibly do justice to a story that lasted three and a half years. There are too many words I have not found, cannot find, perhaps don't want to find; for fear of what I may

Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00449152075580721939noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455598.post-24181235008748119192010-10-02T16:46:00.003+08:002010-10-07T23:40:45.648+08:00

On a remotely related note, is there anyone living in the UK who is willing to help me purchase a pair of shoes -- after I Paypal over the funds? Apparently the UK site I was browsing doesn't accept Singapore-based credit cards. I know this sounds like the beginning of a really badly scripted scam, but I really, really want these shoes. See, I've been feeling like crap and when that happens, I

Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00449152075580721939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455598.post-17511116807713738672010-09-26T14:56:00.003+08:002010-09-26T15:04:44.951+08:00

After three years, four months and three weeks,Neptune and I are no longer together.I am now convinced that I will never find love again.

Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00449152075580721939noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455598.post-62933251018145544462010-09-25T05:44:00.012+08:002010-09-25T16:07:59.435+08:00

The most horrific thing happened to me last week, and I would have written about this earlier, had my personal life not crash landed into Crazy Town lately. But that's another story for another entry. Last Thursday was just like any other day, and being the sort of reliable, hardworking person in general, I of course attended the 9 am class scheduled for that fateful morning. It had nothing to do

Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00449152075580721939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455598.post-88852277534624417402010-09-01T23:04:00.008+08:002010-09-02T00:15:00.105+08:00

Three months ago, a lovely person decided to drive Neptune and I to this quaint little haven. It is both a port and a town, which is why, when my brain for some reason temporarily hibernates and assumes a state of uselessness, I end up calling it the place Town Portsend instead. There is not much of a story here, except that some of us were feeling bummed about life sucking in general (because it

Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00449152075580721939noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455598.post-77118199030607774012010-08-11T13:41:00.003+08:002010-09-25T13:09:44.356+08:00

[vent]It's the first day of school and I've already been needing a vacation since last Thursday. And planning it as well, of course, because you can never be planning too early for that sort of thing. One day last month I woke up and realized that after three years of law school, I don't really have much to show for it. (Isn't it strange how we often find ourselves mysteriously enlightened after

Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00449152075580721939noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455598.post-25575474278736273182010-08-04T01:06:00.003+08:002010-10-06T00:24:21.748+08:00

Next week a new school term will recommence, and my ankle will once again be shackled to shelves of files, textbooks, and lecture notes. To celebrate this joyful occasion I decided to hit my head repeatedly against the wall in a valiant but unfortunately futile attempt to recall why I decided that law school was a great idea three years ago. But no matter. This is the last year. Once I graduate..

Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00449152075580721939noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455598.post-6547052431249361122010-07-19T01:57:00.005+08:002010-07-19T02:15:27.383+08:00

As if interviews by definition aren't painful enough, I had to go and make life even more difficult for myself by deciding that lawyering was a splendid idea... And so I have been busy attending interviews at various law firms this past week. And no I do not wish to discuss it. Many of my friends who blog often remark that blogging is like therapy without the bills. But that is incorrect. In

Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00449152075580721939noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455598.post-17910745672209824552010-06-30T21:16:00.007+08:002010-06-30T21:44:00.589+08:00

Enough time has finally passed that I now remember New York City fondly, my selective memory having blocked out everything but the Broadway shows and the Fifth Avenue shopping. Manhattan is so much more wonderful on hindsight. I have, however, kept with me a new found appreciation for breathing space, of which there is none in the heart of NYC. The constant crowd meant a consistent amount of

Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00449152075580721939noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455598.post-25753920372078208032010-06-17T23:08:00.002+08:002010-06-17T23:13:26.632+08:00

The view from our hotel room. See what I mean by rectangular?

Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00449152075580721939noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455598.post-42786608303195342732010-06-17T21:55:00.009+08:002010-06-30T21:16:17.039+08:00

Typing this out on Neptune's iPhone because I'm too cheap to pay for Internet access that costs $16.95 for 24 hours. Actually, scratch that: I think internet access (at least wired) should be a basic human right and I have way too much integrity than to succumb to the demands of corporate greed. Anyway. New York City... How do I even begin to describe this place.Rectangular... That would sum up

Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00449152075580721939noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455598.post-19549878694301880192010-06-05T00:13:00.007+08:002010-06-05T01:39:20.178+08:00

Looking at the 13-year-old me is a pretty awesome thing, in the same way how you notice a three-car pile-up across the road and you jam the brakes just in time to watch the beautiful wreck unfold. Lately I've been traveling and shopping (and for some reason feeling entitled to doing nothing more with my life than the two for the next month or so), but while doing nothing much, I somehow found

Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00449152075580721939noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455598.post-64212825476736661962010-05-15T01:29:00.000+08:002010-09-25T13:10:09.086+08:00

Wandering around the University of Washington with Neptune and friends, we found these beautiful windows flanking an opulent spiral staircase leading to the library: It is just magical to me how the light was framed. I didn't even have to edit this picture in any way, except for a tiny bit of bird poop that I wiped off one of the window panes. I must've spent a good fifteen minutes just staring

Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00449152075580721939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455598.post-29542287207381927872010-05-07T23:07:00.013+08:002010-05-07T23:47:11.886+08:00

Once upon a time, there was a girl who was addicted to beautiful things. And there was a scarf, that was woven in delicate scarlet silk, the color of a fiery sunset, the resolute swan song of the twilight just before it falls to dusk. The girl had seen the scarf online in passing, but it was no longer for sale, and unsurprisingly so. She researched the scarf and found its name and story. And

Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00449152075580721939noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455598.post-80844864569874234332010-05-04T22:38:00.018+08:002010-05-04T23:46:25.413+08:00

#1: My In-Laws, who made #2 possible#2: Flying off to the U.S. in less than 48 hours#3: NO MORE EXAMS(!) for the next few months#4: Three years with Neptune as of yesterday ♥#5: Accidentally noticing an unexpected jealous stare from someone I really dislike, while wearing the Hermès scarf I am currently infatuated with#6: Wonderful people: Doting parents + a younger brother who for some reason

Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00449152075580721939noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455598.post-65082316125512247732010-04-22T13:33:00.006+08:002010-09-25T13:10:22.952+08:00

Last night I met a girl who felt familiar. We were at a downtown mall, the very same one where I always seem to meet strange people. We were in the one boutique that was totally devoid of color. There was just white and black, all over the floor and walls and shelves. There were no shades of gray anywhere, not even in the shadows of my favorite sales associate. Where it was white, it was pristine

Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00449152075580721939noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455598.post-16536288599259217282010-04-15T23:29:00.016+08:002010-04-17T02:49:08.133+08:00

Last week I met a guy downtown who asked me if I knew where the nearest ATM machine was. I didn't. But he kept prolonging the conversation by quizzing me on my personal information. "How old are you?" "Where are you studying?" "You know, I, uh, I like to go dancing. Do you like to dance?" I simply provided him with bogus details because he was a creepy old guy who reeked of smoke and looked like

Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00449152075580721939noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455598.post-1542591360881968062010-04-11T23:45:00.007+08:002010-09-25T13:12:19.250+08:00

I've had a really awful fortnight but things are looking up! I say this because I recently found myself sitting next to P. In my defence, he'd stumbled into class late and my purse had been on the seat next to me. And of course, being Too Nice For My Own Good, and in an unprecedented lapse of judgment, I decided that my purse could sit on my lap for the next two hours or so. After spending the

Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00449152075580721939noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13455598.post-48333040566723225442010-03-28T19:56:00.012+08:002010-03-29T22:52:22.023+08:00

Today was a great Sunday! Mainly because it wasn't Monday. I hate Mondays. The weekend is always only -1 day away, but you can't ever get back there. So today I made sure to make valuable use of my Sunday. I even offered to bring my brother shopping downtown. Assuming that he would be interested in being my sister for the day, I pleaded with him, "We could go to the movies, or the arcade. Oh and

Angeliquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00449152075580721939noreply@blogger.com4