Argh. I just refuse to type out my personal statement. I keep having things to add to it and kept amending it. I might not sound like the person on the PS in the end. And that's not good. Glad I'm not applying to US or I'll just be dead writing essays. Now I really admire those that are applying to US. *grin*

Vincent (Starry, starry night)

Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and daffodils
Catch the breeze and winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand

For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one as
beautiful as you

Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They did not listen they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will...

Happy birthday Peter.

Vita brevis. Life is so short.

Finished reading 2 books in 4 days. Vita brevis and Blueberry Wine. The latter is written by Joanne Harris. The same author for Chocolat. Reading this book you'll realise how similar her themes and plots are to Chocolat. In both books she explored mother-daughter relationship as well as relationships between people in a small community (both in small town/village). Both books have single mothers as main characters and their daughters have pets (real and imaginery). They are both set in a small French town/village, and there is always an influential character, acting as the 'righteous one'.
Ah. Sounds like lit commentary. But I missed doing Lit. :)

The university applications have really gone over me. It's all the nitty-bitty details that are chewing me up. Someone said I shouldn't be worrying too much, just apply. I wish I could revive the enthusiasm I had initially before all these practical details started filling up my head. How?

And I'll be back to Singapore tomorrow.

Hm. Was just thinking. What if two persons (or more) turn up in the same dress for prom? Haha.

Dad is so happening. Brought all of us to The Emporium for dinner with all the loud music and booze. And the long drinks/shooter has such, uh, cool names. Sex in the island. Blow job. Hot orgasm. Sheesh. Was very tempted to try those. To satisfy my curiosity, but figured that I might get knocked out after the first sip. So didn't try.

Hello. I am home again. Prelims has ended and I hope my performance is not too bad. Though I can't have too much hope lest I get disappointed. Feeling kinda glum today. Maybe because I'm tired, or maybe because I miss somebody really badly, or maybe I'm overwhelmed by the decisions I have to make. Or maybe it's ALL of them.

Listening to Josh Groban now. And Josh my gosh, he has such a beautiful voice! And The Prayer he sang with Charlotte Church is heart-rending.

Oh.

Listening to: Josh Groban
Reading: Jostein Gaardner's Vita Brevis
Watching: Nothing. But would really want to catch About A Boy and Road To Perdition.

Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,

because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

--Pablo Neruda