Gaudy Night, by Dorothy L. Sayers.

( 'Placetne, magistra?' 'Placet.' )

I am chaotic ...

I want to jump into the ocean because I can't swim

I like you because you are eternal and perfect

the uncertainty is rising in waves and choking me again

I want to run away or I want to make it work

I only want to forget him .... and smoke my breaths away

This is not life. I do not want to live life

These sentences are so tenuously strung together

I am just very sad and my heart is heavy.

Okay people so I'm back from China/Hong Kong! My first time taking proper photos in a very, very long time. The uni apps consumed my life before that, and this week has been pretty eventful. Touched down on Sunday night, the next day I got stomach flu and (almost) fainted twice. >< Now I have to schedule uni interviews (Tufts's is on Thursday!) and pack/organise stuff for the Japan trip, learn songs for aca prac on Saturday and then fly off Sunday night.

Whew.
On another note, I'm listening to Hana on YouTube and completely hating my solo (all three bars of it). Lol. I sound disgusting. Fire sounds better.
Quite sad that I missed Christmas with the gang and the chalet/bbq with the TAS people, oh well. As for a job.. well I'm doing part time admin for TAS and probably going to do tuition later after Japan, if time permits (how else am I going to get cash for Australia?).

And here's a shoutout to Victor, Alicia, Hilary, Yoh and others who still owe me presents (LOL) THANKS! For the cards and stuff, I really appreciate it (: Looking forward to another year with you retards <3


Okay I'd better stop yapping and start the photo-spammage. 
( Aforementioned spammage. )

Look Ma, no backlog!

The English Harem, by Anthony McCarten.

( And with this effort, and at that precise moment, Tracy Pringle awoke from the great dream of her life. )

First bookpost of the year! Although two of them were read last year --

The Suspicions of Mr. Whicher, by Kate Summerscale

( or: The Murder at Road Hill House )

&

Ties That Bind -- National Library Board anthology.

( All unhappy families are alike. )

&

Lord Peter Wimsey Views The Body, by Dorothy L. Sayers.

( How could even a ghost drive horses with no heads? )

I feel all cheered up now.

Hi 2009. Here's a recap of the resolutions you had:

1. I must quit chatting on MSN.
2. I must come home early and get started on work earlier.
3. I must not hesitate or procrastinate.
4. I will make good of my promises.
5. I must focus.
6. I must stay true to my goals and targets.
7. I must prioritise appropriately.
8. I will always be in control and know what I have to do at any point in time.
9. I must not focus on my feelings or stress and let it distract me from solving the issue at hand.
10. I must not take the easy way out.
11. I must win.

I hate working with alpha-male chauvinists. I hate them so much because they make me feel like the passive aggressive woman that I am vainly trying not to be. I hate being brushed against in a claustrophobic office space and my fat feminist ego is not taking this well. Inside my mind I am under duress and I keep thinking I will kill your fucking dog for fun, so don't push me! I will burn the hair off your hand with a ciggie and it ain't no biggie

I will never love you! What is it about men

I keep making these utterances, these wishes to go out and run away and backpack to Cambodia and bungee jump what do you not understand I am a bird a song a wind a flower! Go away and let me blow, you make me feel so low

My parents are out and my mum's left the book on her bed. It's got a flyer for a bookmark in it, because she doesn't like dog-earing pages. None of my family do, really, except me. So.

A Raisin in the Sun, by Lorraine Hansberry.

( What happens to a dream deferred? )

&

Catcher in the Rye, by J.D. Salinger.

( The thing that was descriptive about it, though, was that he had poems written all over the fingers and the pockets and everywhere. In green ink. )

here are some pithy one liners

the impermanence of desire, chance, matter
Baldrick advised me on a cunning plan
it must be the candy and the james, yeah I miss you too but here's to forgetting our names
well boys you make good friends till you want to get in my pants
when we're drunk and don't mean a thunk
tell me about the guns on the other side of this street ... tell me about the things that can't penetrate your skin
you're kidding if you think I'm yielding (just because you're alpha and male)
dreaming with my head on fire and nose-high in water

Man, I am so behind on these things! Nearly two books behind, to be exact. I considered writing up two of these in a single entry, but I don't know if I have the stamina to do so, and also my mum is reading the book (play) I just finished reading, so I can't refer to it for quotes and such.

Therefore.

Geek Love, by Katherine Dunn.

( With the lone lush figure of Mama in spangles and smile, high-stepping with arms thrown up so her fingers, in red elbow-length gloves, touched the starry letters arching 'CRYSTAL LIL' above her. )