Currently listening to:Privilously Poncheezied by Dance Gavin Dance
Status:Exhausted & kinda Glittery

Some Shots from Ern’s Filmroll leftover from Narnia

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Today at One Altitude

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Spectacular.

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Taken from Christel’s iphone. Alright, i concede: the camera is the ONE thing the iphone > bb over.

With Christel and Aaron- @ladyxtel and @askaaronlee on twitter respectively. Twitter celebrity alert! Aaron’s down to Singapore this week for one of our pitches, so we’ve been showing him around. There was a Cricket match today and although i dont get the game at all, after today’s pitch Bossman said What, Lets go Celebrate instead and after much fuss and rush finding a place we ended up at One Altitude which they tell me is the highest building in Singapore.

I met Kenneth at One Altitude (he got us up, actually, Thankyou!) and spent about twenty minutes gushing over the scenery from the top of the 63rd floor to someone who sees it everyday. In my defence, it was an extremely gorgeous view. I have a thing for city lights. Any Lights. Lights in general.

Half the team got their Cricket match (huge plush cream coloured leather sofas, discreetly tucked away corners, huge screens at each turn of the head) and the other half (christel aaron and me) got to gush over scenery. Everyone was happy. We spent a long time today debating whether or not to nickname the Bossman “Terminator” but when he overheard it he asked indignantly: why couldnt he be named Babe Magnet?

I like my job.

To all of you who texted/called/DMd/ me, thank you. I am much better- the day after i woke up to slight dizziness but ever since then nothing out of the ordinary has been experienced besides a healthy respect for daily caffeine limits. The day after, when i took the train home, i closed my eyes and put my head down and prayed that it wouldnt happen again and then

the train broke down


I am not even kidding. I felt vaguely like an undiscovered member of the Xmen for awhile until i realised this just meant we all had to crowd on the frozen train for really long till it grumbled back to life and we had to get off at the next station and mash with the next batch of commuters. That wasnt very fun. Also, making trains break down is kind of a sucky superpower. I would be a pretty stupid superhero character. I wouldnt even buy my own figurine.

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I have finished a million little pieces by James Frey. I thought it was beautiful, despite the controversy surrounding the book (it was purportedly a biography but it turns out he made up and exaggerated some stuff) and i think this might have something to do with the fact that i knew about this controversy before i was halfway through the book so i didnt have much expectations there.

I think it would have been beautiful even if it were all fiction and nothing true. The writing is darkly funny and deeply sarcastic. I read bits of it to XQ (i have the habit of reading nice bits out to my friends, i have once sat down and read an entire Act of a play to her before) and she said you have to realise that this James person is beautifully broken. I replied i am glad we dont know anyone like that in real life because there would be no hope for all girls- this guy understands how girls think man. We concluded that Intelligence is smexy.

this is my favourite bit in the book:

James
What?
Why do you stare at me?
what?
you stare at me. i want to know why
you already know why
i dont
yes you do
no i dont
you do, you just want to hear me say it
tell me why you stare
i took a deep breath. The first time i saw you, my heart fell. the second time i saw you, my heart fell. the third time fourth time fifth time and everytime since, my heart has fallen
i stared at her
you are the most beautiful woman i have ever seen. your hair your eyes your lips your body that you havent grown into the way you walk smile laugh the way your cheeks drop when youre mad or upset the way you drag your feet when youre tired. every single thing about you is beautiful.
i stared at her
when i see you, the world stops. it stops and all that exists for me is you and my eyes staring at you. theres nothing else. no noise, no other people, no thoughts or worries, no yesterday, no tomorrow. the world just stops, and its a beautiful place, and theres only just you, and my eyes staring at you
i stared.
(this is my favourite part) when youre gone, the world starts again, and i dont like it as much, i can live in it, but i dont like it. i just walk around in it and want to see you again and wait for it to stop again. i love it when it stops. its the best thing i have ever known or ever felt, the best thing, and that, beautiful Girl, is why i stare at you.

I finished the book today, while everyone else was cheering and watching the Cricket match. While everyone else was absorbed in the Game Of The Century, i settled down on the plush leather with the best view in the country and my book. I read.

I have now started on The Boleyn Inheritance by Philippa Gregory. I hear it is very good, and i am excited.

Lastly, tonight has rendered me relatively exhausted and consequently extremely ineloquent, i hereby apologise for the rambling and directionless nature of this post.

Goodnight

x
‚ô•Jem