‘You know, we spend so much of our lives… not saying the things we want to say. The things we should say. We speak in code, we send little messages, Origami… So now, plainly, simply, I want to say that I love you both. Very much. And I want you to promise me, that youre going to tell my child… that youre going to tell my child how much theyre loved, every day. And remind them how lucky they are to be free. Because we are. We’re free now.
Finally… We’re free.’ – Scofield
Hello everyone!
A levels have officially ended for me =), and I feel light as a feather and free like a bird! That means I probably feel like those little sparrows hopping along the pavements or on the grass, much unlike the fat heavy pigeons which strut slowly, bob their heads and refuse to fly until provoked… I am digressing.
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WHEE!!! ^^
Oh oh oh! And It’s snowing on bonbonlove! Lovely isn’t it? =) If only it’d last through out the entire year. But that wouldn’t make it as special now would it? Mm hmm.
Happy post As everyone! Life is going to get pretty exciting from now on mwahahahahaw =)
The flowers in school are really, really pretty.
Everytime I see them, I get reminded of how much effort the gardeners put in to maintain them. I mean, these aren’t flowers that grow in the wild that can thrive on their own… these are the fragile types that can be crushed under the weight of raindrops during stormy weather, so I think it takes extra tender loving care to grow them.
I love love love those grown along the sheltered walkway out of school towards marymount. You’ll see why! (: They have…
Blue ones
Purple ones (which also come in dark blue and white)
Pink purply ones
which are actually very deceiving…
because when they slowly open up through the day,
they become a bright brilliant BLUE!
Amazing right?
Haha, snapping photos of flowers and looking at them again always puts me in a good mood maybe because they’re so gorgeous! Oh well, there’s much more! Go see for yourself if you’re ever in the mood. (:
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Speaking of great gardeners, sometime during prelims, feng’s grandpa started to grow WATERMELONS! =)
Yea, homegrown watermelons! ^^ I couldn’t believe it either when he first told me. We decided to stalk their growth.
The plants were flowering for about a week or so before the first fruit appeared. It grew so quickly that I couldn’t keep track of it! The first photo I could get of it is below. By then, it was already quite big, measuring about 6+ inches across. But it did not manage to grow very big after that. =/
(by the way, 1st refers to the first watermelon, 2nd refers to the second one and so on)
The second one grew much bigger in a shorter amount of time and was the first to be harvested! According to feng’s grandpa, all the dark green lines on the skin have to be separated from one another to show that it’s mature and ready for eating. I guess that means it just won’t grow anymore after that stage.
Oh and it was only until the second one grew out that I realized watermelons started growing from little bulbs. Like really small, baby bulbs! Tiny, cute and everything! Ahhhh! Lookie lookie =)
If my calculations are right, it was harvested on the 30th day.
It grew to be slightly bigger than average watermelons, and the pulp’s yellow! =) I always thought watermelon with yellow pulp looked really strange because we were all taught from young that it’s supposed to be red right. Kinda like how some apples are red and some are green…
Oh and we got to eat it! Yayee =D. The most amazing thing is that it’s almost two times sweeter than average supermarket ones! Really. I’ve never tasted watermelon like this before. I feel so lucky to have witnessed their growth and tasted the rewards of the harvest! And being a greedy pig that was only concerned about eating, I forgot to take a photo of the yellow flesh… ah well!
Here is the third and the fourth ones which sprouted shortly afterwards
Cuteeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~ !!!
Right now, there are about close to twenty of them growing in the land. At first, they all looked like little mines ready to explode, and as they got bigger they started to look like tennis balls, then soft balls and soon they’ll all look bigger than basketballs! Maybe I’ll go get a photograph of them tomorrow morning or something. =)
Feng’s grandpa also grows many other kinds of plants, like pomelo, chillies, leafy vegetables etc. He has quite a number of papaya trees in the garden, which produce the best papayas I’ve ever tasted. Honest. They are super sweet and heavenly. Ahh! My papaya obsession has never been this wild…
I guess home-grown fruits will always taste the best! No pesticides and extra tender loving care adds to the sweetness of everything. I wonder if bitter gourds could taste different if they were home-grown =D haha!
Next time if ever given an opportunity, I want my own garden/plantation too! =)
‘there are only 3 words to describe your _______…”
-stares-
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‘wa lau eh!’ xD
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… Inside joke! Wheehoo!
I know that As are not over yet for me, and Bio’s all the way on thursday morning but the past few days have felt otherwise! I’ve been doing things that should be done after As heeheehee, like parties, exhibitions, cooking experiments, sleep overs etc. I’ve somehow found a balance between work and play, which is awesome because that makes it less difficult to get down to studying, and cramming information becomes more bearable. And I’m not even upset that bio ends on thursday, because there’s just so much more time to prepare, which is a GREAT blessing =)
I feel so excited to start on everything after As! To start like, routines going. Some I’ve already begun, but there are those that require 100% commitment which can only begin after As. I also feel nervous and even more excited because I won’t have enough time before christmas to really do things that I want, like having time for people. I’m excited for all the upcoming trips though! It’s madness having one after another after another. Biggest regret is that I’m leaving you behind, but if everything goes well, I can share a trip with you my darling hurrah! =)
And I’ve found a new passion (amidst all the others, haha surprise surprise)! if I’ve got the time and energy, I’ll come back to share it =)
Shall go accompany baober to study now! He has physics tomorrow which marks the end of As for him (!!!) and he hasn’t been able to contain his excitement since the start of the day when he got his own TV ^^!!!!! More shopping tomorrow! =D
Stay happy everyone! =)
I am at _ _’s house now, using the internet! =)
This is lena’s sharing of a beautiful song =) She also says try your best to ignore the photo and just listen to it, and she’s right!
She’s just amazing in really just her own way. Yesterday night while we at the music shop, and she came on surround, for a moment I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Then we both went a little mad, haha.. and, I took her name down in excitement.
She’s impactful like Connie, who shocked everyone when they first heard her with her overwhelming cuteness and voice and also made mr chey tear… I think this will create a different feeling! One that’s happier, one with no tears whatsoever. They’re both grown up now, but I think they’ve made a big enough impact on all of us.
And behind me, seefwee is singing along to the music playing. Well, what can I say? What a wonderful world! 
This is my first half thinking: Time is evil. It is selfish, it is unloving. It presents itself to be available, and right when you’re in the midst of something, it taps you on the shoulder and whispers ‘i’m leaving’, walks out the crowd and never comes back again. I am left bewildered every time, then I start to panic. Senses become so aware, so afraid that there’s no spare time, not enough time to contain more beautiful memories, not enough time to restart to make things different. I can’t be in the same state that I was in previously, cannot really let myself soak in the atmosphere or mood as much as I could. As much as I try, everything seems unnatural, like I’m just waiting for things to ‘finish.’
This is my other half thinking: Why not just take that definition and throw it out the window? There’s no such thing as time, and it’s not evil, it’s not selfish. The reason why you can have these memories and have these special moments in the first place is because of it. Because of beginnings and endings. The time limits each thing but gives you more opportunities for everything else that’s waiting to happen. No one should stay in a state for too long.. you need to discover more of what’s out there that could also be life changing.
That’s kind of what’s happening to me right now, just that I’m stuck a lil in between.
Dearest darling,
When I’m with you I feel like I can achieve anything. I feel like I have so many choices to make, that life is good even when it’s raining when it’s sunny or when my clothes are wet from the rain or when there are mosquitos around. That life is good even when we’re studying so hard everyday, every night for As. Back when I was living with you (and vice versa) for those few weeks, I was living life with you. You were a part of everyday, like how it’s important to have breakfast in the morning? Same, it’s important to have you. Sometimes I can literally feel my heart trying to jump out from my chest, banging against my ribs when I’m really happy, and it gets really hard to breathe. But I like it. I want it. It’s not crazy or stupid or imaginary, it’s really real. And it’s a nice, nice feeling..
And then what happened? ‘What always happens. Life.’
Life caught up, life made things different. Time caught up, time made things different. Well, it’s pretty much the same thing. Now in the midst of preparation for the last paper, I spend time alone dreaming. I wake up to the sun in my face, to the sounds and smells of mom making breakfast. If I were to split my head like an egg-shell, it’d spill the words ‘I miss you.’ I miss you even when you’re with me, you hear? Want to pull you out of my mind and hug you. I’m not used to the… distance. Is this unnecessary, even when I still see you everyday? Maybe for some, but not for me. I have yet to accept that the life for those weeks had passed.. and even though I know it’s not impossible to repeat again, it still felt too good to be true, and I miss it a lot.
I love the simple, happy life style. There are many things that I love about spending time with you. Perhaps this explains why I was in a less chirpy mood at lunch, but thanks for cheering me up! I’m so sorry, but I love you so, like how pigs love each other even when they’re so stinky sometimes… and you are my piggy.
love, me
One great reason to listen to music
I’ve forgotten what it’s like to feel this furious.
You.. you think that just because your madam appreciates you that you can treat a senior this way? You made her slip once. Accident or not, it’s still a mistake because of your sloppy behaviour. Then you lie to your madam about how you are treated unfairly etc and say that you want to quit. And… she believes you. You stay.
Then, you steal money from the senior and deny it. Where did those new clothing come from? Out of thin air? If you’re paying loans technically you have no money to spend. And that’s not enough, you make up some stupid reason to your madam, saying you want to quit, again. Were you trying to run away?
What guts you must have. Who the hell do you think you are? You make her appear to be so powerless when she deserves to have so much more authority than you. I can never forgive you for that.. and I’m going to give you hell. There’s no way out. If no one’s going to do anything because the’re afraid of ruining family ties or whatever, then I’ll do it. Unlike you, I don’t want to live to regret not giving my grandmother justice.
And you, in your own delusional state of mind… , learn to use your eyes and see what’s really happening. Don’t let personal bias get in your way or else it’s only a matter of time that I’ll lose all my respect for you.
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In painting and sculpture, emphasizing a derived, essential character having little visual reference to objects in nature.
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academy |
A place of study, derived from the name of the grove where Plato held his philosophical seminars. Giogio Vasari founded the first academy of fine arts, properly speaking, with his Accademia di Disegno in Florence in 1563.
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Artists whose work is in (or work that reflects) the latest stylistic direction.
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broken colour |
A painting technique using short, thick strokes laid over a ground colour to create rich textures and vibrant effects of light.
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chiaroscuro |
In painting or drawing, the treatment and use of light and dark, especially the gradations of light that produce the effect of modeling.
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closed form |
A form, especially in painting, with a contour that is not broken or blurred.
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collage |
A composition made by pasting together on a flat surface various materials such as newspaper, wallpaper, printed text and illustrations, photographs, and cloth.
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A style of painting characterized by radical simplicity (disciplined line) and purity of shape and colour.
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Those pairs of colours, such as red and green, that together embrace the entire spectrum. The complement of one of the three primary colours is a mixture of the other two. In pigments, they produce a neutral gray when mixed in the right proportions.
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contour |
A visible border of a mass in space; a line that creates the illusion of mass and volume in space. |
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Blue, green, and violet. Psychologically, cool colours are calming, unemphatic, depressive; optically, they generally appear to recede.
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diptych |
A two-paneled altarpiece; also, an ancient Roman and Early Christian two-hinged writing tablet, or two ivory memorial panels.
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In its widest sense, total structure; a synthesis of all the elements of that structure and of the manner in which they are united to create its distinctive character. The form of a work is what enables us to apprehend it.
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A style or category of art; also, a kind of painting realistically depicting scenes from everyday life.
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hue |
The name of a colour. The primary colours (blue, red and yellow) together with the secondary colours (green, orange and violet) form the chief colours of the spectrum.
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icon |
A portrait or image; especially in the Greek church, a panel with a painting of sacred personages that are objects of veneration. In the visual arts, a painting, a piece of sculpture, or even a building regarded as an object of veneration.
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idealization |
The representation of things according to a preconception of ideal form or type; a kind of aesthetic distortion to produce idealized forms.
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impasto |
A style of painting in which the pigment is applied thickly or in heavy lumps.
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In painting, the actual colour of an object.
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The effect and degree of bulk, density, and weight of matter in space. As opposed to plane and area (volume), mass is three-dimensional.
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A painting in one colour; also, the technique of making such a painting.
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monumental |
In art criticism, any work of art of unpretentious grandeur and simplicity, regardless of its size.
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mosaic |
Patterns or pictures made by embedding small pieces of stone or glass in cement on surfaces such as walls and floors; also, the technique of making such works.
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Finely ground pigments compressed into chalk-like sticks. Also, work done in this medium, or its characteristic paleness.
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The method of painting, of some French Impressionists in which a white ground is covered with tiny dots of colour, which, when viewed at a distance, blend together to produce a luminous effect.
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The hues red, yellow, and blue. From these three colours, with the addition of white, it is theoretically possible to mix the full colour spectrum. The primary colours cannot be produced by mixing other colours together.
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The government-sponsored exhibition of works by living artists held in Paris, first biennially and (since the mid-18th century) annually.
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A three-paneled altarpiece.
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Red, orange, or yellow. Psychologically, warm colours tend to be exciting, emphatic, and affirmative; optically, they generally seem to advance or to project.
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you know you can’t fool me!
i’ve been loving you too long…
right now is when people start to reveal bits of themselves, true colours we didn’t think existed. it appears during conversation or from certain behaviours that are different from before. so different that i can no longer find the people i once knew..
how do you know if they mean it when they say nice things?
how can it sound sincere if they’ve ever said mean things to you (and why did they do that)?
and if nice sincere things are difficult to say face to face now, what makes you think it’ll be any easier once the exams are over? were you expecting to treat it like it never happened? that change never happened?
is it really that easy to pretend not to care as much about people you care about?
don’t treat me like i’m..
dear you were right, or i’m thinking too much again T_T
what makes me real? to you, do i need to take off the skin to show you whats underneath, make you believe i can be vulnerable to remind you again that i can feel? maybe you think that god left people as characters without soul, just masquerading objects. it’s a rehearsal, never will be the real thing. you are way too selfish to see that you’re going overboard with everything cause nobody deserves to be judged and handled like that, stop it
there are some people i have never forgiven and it’s been a long time. everyone of you still makes me feel sick, and like you need to be shaken badly, wake up, rethink what you’re doing and just start anew. no, nothing’s ‘okay’, nothing that’s passed will ever be ‘okay’ until you learn from it, and make room for change. and me? bad memories.. bad first impressions.. stubbornly staying in my head? i have been trying my best but i guess i need more time to grow out of it. i won’t let it leave my life as these people leave.. because i know thats not learning anything from whatever’s happened. it’s hard, but i want to be better
not usually so stirred up, but my face feels so warm, and baby’s asleep, and there’s just darkness all around so i guess i need to sleep too.
*squish*
