Friday, December 21, 2007
in pencil
I bought a book from Borders (no discount, sadly, Trish) to draw and write. Unfortunately it took two outings to muster the resolution to purchase it and the pink reptilian ones (S$5.95) I was eyeing were snapped up and I had to settle for a sobre black one (S$7.95). It's probably some mid-school crisis reflex and I'm subconsciously hoping my random thoughts and embarrassing poetry might eventually morph into a career/money-making venture or self discovery? Hmm. Anyway if Sylvia Plath can turn a stint in crazy rehab into genius work I'm gonna try. Mostly its embarrassing but, if I feel like humouring myself I might put some stuff up. This is the first entry.
LIST 1: Movies I Like. Its mostly my sister's fault that I'm turning into a movie junkie.
1. Girl, Interrupted
2. Before Sunrise (Sunset bombed)
3. Donnie Darko
4. Pan's Labyrinth
5. Saving Private Ryan
6. Detroit Rock City
7. Fight Club
8. Big Fish
9. Gladiator
10. Centerstage (bored of it, but I still fall in love with dance everytime)
11. Edward Scissorhands 12. The Notebook
Open to free interpretation:
'Torn between the resurrection and the unborn prophecy'
I think I'm an idealist, which is ironic because of my various mortally shortcomings. Sometimes I guess its alright to be one because it works as some sort of goal, and offers some purpose. However, when ideologies manifest themselves in sticky subjects like love it then proves to be stickier and at times impractical because I start to contradict myself trying to impose my logics on myself and the ones I love, and it all seems to surmise into a giant conspiracy against myself. Musing about how to turn this into a poem: it would have the title The Idealist and just emptiness below.
People always seem to know what they're doing. I wish I did.
-end of first entry-
