I have loved many things.
Like the clouds in the scorching Summer heat,
and rain that freezes the skin;
The scent of cool Autumn breezes,
and the gentle softness of the earth during Spring;
The cosiness of a convenience store at the dead of night;
The slight chill in the air after school;
The smell of the blackboard duster;
The rawr of a faraway truck,
echoing deep in the night...
And I wanted us to experience them together, always.
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Monday, June 29, 2009
gah i'm gonna be missing econs and ki and math ): and i must resist the temptation of playing bridge ohnoes D:
LET ME GO TO SCHOOL!!! ASDKJ!!! FHAS!!! KJHFASLK!!!! JQIUHFUIEWHUIHFG!!!!!!!!!!!
wishing; 3:24 PM
Saturday, June 27, 2009
for your reading pleasure muahahahaa
ACJC 2008 C2 TERM EXAM
Yet “postmodernism” is a clumsy and unilluminating term, for various reasons. The first has to do with “modernism” itself. In art – literary, musical and visual – Modernism, with a capital “M”, was a movement, largely taking place between the two world wars and, in literature at least, having its annus mirabilis as early as 1922, with the publication of arguably the greatest poem and novel of the twentieth century, T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land and James Joyce’s Ulysses.
What does seem to be agreed is that the essence of postmodernism, in relation to the reading, teaching and appreciation of written texts, is that, first, there is no limit to be set on what might qualify as a “text” (a bus ticket will do) and no absolute value to be placed on any particular quality of a text: with regard to its aesthetic value, or its significance with reference to its meaningfulness or meaninglessness – let alone any qualities of a moral or spiritual kind, its celebration of eternal verities (which are a chimera in any case). Therefore, there are no “canonical” texts, for example, in the study of literatures in English – no necessary, required reading for graduates with an English Literature degree: a qualification it is perfectly possible to obtain, today, without having read a word of Milton, Pope, Wordsworth, Yeats or T.S. Eliot – the greatest poets of the seventeenth, eighteenth, nineteenth and twentieth centuries. Here, postmodernism is a synonym for intellectual chaos and ignorance.
Essentially, postmodernism is a political phenomenon, deriving from the culture of resentment and victimhood which is one of the least edifying outcomes of the increasingly democratic and demotic twentieth century in Western societies. It is a peculiarly self-defeating, self-destructive and paradoxical phenomenon because, in its opposition to what – in a shorthand term – we might call “high art”, the very people who it is depriving of access to the classics (through demonising them, their creators and their purveyors, as a conspiracy of oppressive elitism or proposing the Marxist dismissal of them as conspicuous waste) are left with a mess of pottage of works which are condescendingly and patronisingly deemed to be the only suitable and “relevant” study for the demos.
Part of the problem with the present-day teaching of literature – apart from the initially disabling conviction that it would be better if “literature”, as a concept, didn’t exist -- is that we know too much. Burdened by the daunting mass of knowledge about the past, for example – now available at your fingertips on the Internet – readers and teachers and syllabus-composers are not unsurprisingly drawn to the watered-down versions of postmodernist theory (which, the philosophers tell me, are so watered down as to be a contradiction of its genuine theoretical bases in the thought of such as Derrida and Foucault). These can, by a theoretical sleight of hand, dispose of the requirements of layers of knowledge which were once required to be brought to the reading of any text worth reading. When this is linked to a politically-driven program to discredit the past in general – which was wrong about everything (only the present, and your present, precisely, having any value or validity) – and an aggressive rejection of any requirement to be humble (or humbled) before the works of genius (derided as a social construction imposed upon the powerless to ensure their submission to elites), that anything of value from the past survives is astonishing.
What are the qualities that distinguish a great work of literary art? All but one of these are offensive to what we might generally gather under the umbrella term of a postmodernist approach to the reading, teaching and appreciation of literary texts. The exception is the close attention to structures of language (or “discourse”, as they like to call it), animated by and expressive of that complexity and subtlety which we expect to find in great literary texts. This, in postmodernist textual study, at its best, is salutary. Unfortunately, it has two major drawbacks. First, the weaker brethren find it the least congenial process of reading, so are inclined to resort to other boiled-down aspects of postmodernist theorising, such as the non-idea of reading and evaluating a text purely in terms of what it says to you, the reader, and how it speaks to your life (and your “journey”, to use one of the terms beloved of syllabus composers), without regard to the contexts biographical, intellectual, historical and social which produced it and to which any intelligent reading of a text must submit in order for a cogent comprehension and assessment of it even to be initiated.
And secondly, it misses the essential point of literary study, by focusing attention on structure rather than meaning which, in combination with the reader-centred evaluation, counteracts the power of a great text to lift us out of our own inevitably limited selfhood and contemporary situation to focus on a larger interpretation of life and human existence which may utterly contradict everything that we, to date, have believed or accepted as valuable, but which encourages our attention because of the combination of intellectual substance and aesthetic accomplishment which are the hallmarks of great artistic expression in literature and which, in time, may come to sustain us in life itself. This, for the postmodernist, is a bourgeois fantasy. The self is the only self-sustaining entity, alone and palely loitering in the wasted land of postmodernist subjectivism, in the final death-throes of Romanticism which is contemporary culture.
Literature should be occupied about its proper and ancient business, of the immortal expression of profound truths, challenging the decay of present mores – Wordsworth has the Industrial Revolution and its aftermath in mind – it thus presents a vision of and response to life that perennial in its cope and expression. The challenge – and no-one is denying that the fact is difficult ( that is part of what makes it worthwhole) is to submit to what it has to say, connect with it through a considerable amount of research (into the circumstances of the poem’s composition and its various references), and the see how and whty it has spoken to readers.
How convincing is the author’s conclusion? Support your answer with relevant ideas pertaining to the field of Aesthetics.
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The author’s main conclusion seems to be that we should not accept the postmodernist school of thought in terms of aesthetics on the grounds that subscription to this theory devalues the great and amazing artworks of the past and makes art less able to be appreciated by the masses, since all art is of the same worth. He has a few main arguments that lead to this conclusion, most of which are severely biased in their language. Firstly, before I delve deeper into analysing the content of his article, I have to say that the language he has chosen for the purpose of this essay is bias and to a certain extent, excessive and verbose. He has obviously been indulging himself such that he would be able to easily sway the readers to side with his blatantly prejudiced and conservative viewpoint. Moreover, he attempts to confuse the readers by adding many hidden rhetoric within his hardly controlled use of parentheses, eventually making his points rather broken and linguistically incoherent, hence the reader finds it hard to follow his argument with a clear-headed mind.
The first argument he has made is that the definition of postmodernism is in the first place hard to pin down, such that there is no proper definition for him to work with should he use postmodernism. However, this school of thought is defined in this way, because, in colloquial language, ‘anything goes’. There is no other need for improving on this definition, because it is both redundant and impossible. There are no ‘restrictions’ that can be placed in this school of thought, because it accepts everything to have aesthetic value. From this, we can tell that the author is stubborn in his own way of thinking that he does not learn to accept this when it is obviously being defined for him to its fullest extent. He then tries to expound on the ‘inception’ of postmodernism and how it actually came about, by attempting to relate it to modernism. However, it is said that postmodernism is a recalcitrant extrapolation of modernism; it is modernism brought to the extremes such that the denial of traditional beliefs are deconstructed and that is why everything is said then to have equal value. The author already shows his inherent anti-postmodernism sentiments in that he says that the best works of literature are TS Elliot’s The Waste Land, in this case he already assumes there is a standard to live by, when in postmodernism there is nothing.
He goes on to argue that postmodernism should not be accepted since everything and anything can be accepted as a literary text, regardless of its aesthetic value. Hence in postmodernism there can be no ‘canonical texts’ that we can look up to as the Greatest Works of Art of All Time. He seems to make a logical argument here, in postmodernism might lead to a degradation of aesthetic value in art pieces due to its equitable nature of accepting everything. It is right that one may have been enlightened by reading works of Milton or Pope or Wordsworth or Yeats or TS Elliot, but it does not rule out the fact that we achieve enlightenment from other authors too. For instance, we can look at Samuel Beckett and his literary pieces, though minimalist, they do shed light onto the aspects of human nature that we may fail to see sometimes. He is unwilling to accept that it is possible to glean knowledge of the arts from artworks that are not, or rather, have not been accepted yet, and yet he is already ruling out their possibility on enlightening us.
The author brought this further in saying that we are essentially depriving the access to the classics through its demonization, but this is far from true. Postmodernism does not devalue texts, they merely bring every piece of art (that is to be called art) to the same aesthetic level, demonising to far too strong a word in this case. Just because other pieces of art can be accepted, it does not mean that the people are unable to access the art pieces. We are not left with a ‘mess of pottage of works’, we have been given a larger variety of works to choose and understand the world from, such that we are not only limited to the ‘elitist’ views of great poets, but also various reclusive artists as well. We would not want everyone to be enlightened in only one way, do we? Here, the author emphasises the importance of Classics, but without paradigm shifts and revolutions in culture, how could we have gotten such a myriad of classics that we can learn from? It goes to show that only with change can we be ever-learning and ever-enlightened. According to Kuhn, the theories are only true within the paradigm of this era. However, if we move on and be open to other ways of truth that may only be true in other paradigms, it may not necessarily be closer to the truth, but it is this progress that would lead to the eventual realisation of the truth. This is to say that if we are stubborn and obstinate and just conservative and merely wish to live in the past, it is impossible to glean new knowledge.
The author then goes on the say that postmodernism is a move which is ‘linked to a politically-driven program to discredit the past’ and this rejects ‘the requirement to be humble before the works of genius’. This seems to actually explain the major flaws in postmodernism, I concede, but it is unfair to say that it discredits the past; it seems to being more open and accepting the future and welcoming new pieces to be called art. [Time’s up] It is exactly this openness that led to where we are today; if people only listened to Mozart of the Classical Era and thought that Debussy’s pieces of the Romantic Era were utter rubbish, we would have never had this move that would eventually lead to the various kinds of music that we have now, say jazz and rock. If Gauguin did not start impressionist painting and only kept the style of say, Manet’ realist paintings, then we would not have movements that would have led to painting we see around us now. If we will always have to retrospect and forever live under the shadows of the ‘great’ people of the past, how are we to move on and produce new genres of art? While subscribing to the theory of Historical, it seems that there is great importance of keeping the tradition of art that have been long-considered art to stay as those epitomes of art, but if we only look at these epitomes of art, we may be missing out on so much more there is the world has to give us in terms of aesthetics. Merely look into the past will not help us to advance into the future and achieve new forms of knowledge, because we can attest to the unreliability of knowledge in that era, as shown by the Copernican and Heliocentric model of the solar system.
He starts to state that postmodernism would in fact be devaluing pieces of art, when ‘the weaker brethren finds it the least congenial process of learning’. He starts saying that these people will start evaluating art on how it speaks to you, and not exactly on how context produces it. In the first place, who is he to say that evaluating it based on what emotive or cognitive responses we get from it is wrong? Sure, we can ascribe to the theory of Representation and say that the art work has to have a comment on the world at large. But we cannot say for sure that that is what the artist intended in the first place, he might have had something else in mind. However, if we accept that art can speak to you, through catharsis as put forth by Aristotle, then by the Expression theory we are actually obtaining truths about beauty of the art pieces, even though they are non-propositional knowledge that cannot in any way be quantified. However, as long as we know in our own hearts what they have spoken to us, it is a sufficient condition for us to use it as a way of improving our lives as it may have shown us insights in our human nature. And is that not what the pursuit is all about, advancing the nature of humans?
The author starts saying that postmodernism focuses more on structure than on meaning, as he thinks that intellectual substance and aesthetic judgement are ‘hallmarks of great artistic expression, but these to a postmodernist is merely a ‘bourgeois fantasy’. Here he is once again assuming that postmodernism destroys what there is left of intellectual substance and aesthetic judgement. However, even though postmodernism allows for anything to be art, what knowledge each and every single individual gleans from the art is very diverse and in fact is still the same. For instance, no matter if we subscribe to knowing that that certain artwork, say Starry Night by Vincent Van Gogh is recognised as a renowned piece of art, when we look at it, we will still be feeling the awe of the large celestial bodies exhibited and yet the darkness that looms within. It is under only the circumstance of taking Institutionalism as a subscribed theory will we have biased viewpoints towards art that is recognised and art that is not. This is an extremely fallacious theory as this excludes the fact that we can actually achieve knowledge from obscure unrecognised art, which is not impossible.
In conclusion, I feel that the author is not giving both sides of the picture, as he only writes against postmodernism and does not celebrate the fact that postmodernism may actually be the way that we may expand our knowledge of aesthetics and embrace that many other things can be considered to be art, not merely the ones that curators say are. And hence, even though his conclusions mostly logically flow from his premises, I do disagree with much of his premises (and language) and hence I am not thoroughly convinced by his conclusion.
wishing; 1:00 PM
SUPERCHANKY HAHAHAHAAHAHAA :DD
wishing; 1:18 AM
Thursday, June 25, 2009
a TENORTWO gμαπ' says: you know their theme is con spirito right then for their finale cause it wasn't really emphasized veh strongly through the camp so veh little people rmb thne the finale was go solve an anagram lah like different people come together then solve then the first one they formed was spit on RICO
HAHAHAHHAA OMG DAMN GOOD wthwthwth it's damn awesome our juniors rock (Y)
wishing; 3:09 AM
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
omg i woke up at 12noon today after 10 hours of sleep from 40 hours of no sleep, before i slept the blood vessels in my eyes were freaking streaks of red :/ yay pull off an all-nighter ftw (Y) gah i will never do that ever again, i would just die D:
DAMMIT, WAKE UP FROM WHATEVER YOU'VE BEEN HOLDING ON TO. just let go jorel chan it's not worth your time
haha i always hate reading such esoteric blogposts but inevitably i just had to post this :/
wishing; 8:01 PM
Monday, June 22, 2009
Plop;
glug,
glug,
glug...
(ahh o nata lux & lux aurumque & o lux beatissima)
[i love drowning myself in sacred music haha]
...thud! <3
wishing; 12:20 AM
Friday, June 19, 2009
ahh yesterday some guy at my condo asked me if i was a japanese HAHA. :DD THIS IS SO FATED, ROYCE I HOPE YOU GET YOUR MFA SCHOLARSHIP SO YOU CAN PASS ME OFF AS YOUR WIFE AND YOU CAN SMUGGLE ME INTO JAPAN XDD [edit] aww it's okay, when we both earn big bucks we can still go japan and this time i don't need to be smuggled yay [/edit]
and today after going out with geof and bang i went home and slept for 6 hours -.- i guess it's the late nights up the last few nights (like doing the impossible quiz and the impossible quiz 2 and the world's hardest game lol), sighs. gahh my IS is so messed up, it's a total wreck and all i've done is to edit language and expound on my topic sentences but it sounds so INCOHERENT and DISJOINTED and almost into the realm of waffling on and on and on and on and on and onnomnom
OMG IT'S 8PM AND I'M SUPPOSED TO COLLECT MY BOOK I PHOTOCOPIED AT THE PHOTOCOPY SHOP ARGH (hehe saves so much munny lol) ohwell i just called them and they said i can collect it tmr whew(:
anyway geof thanks for teaching me all the screwy chords it's really damn beautiful, makes normal chord progs sound so much more coloured, not like power chords -.- haha but I DON'T CARE PORTISHEAD ROCKS, ROADS <33
but anberlin fanboying first yay kevin you rock anberlin is amazingggg theirs songs sound like dcfc and acdc :D aahhhh dcfc (: (: (:
presenting, 'The Unwinding Cable Car' by Anberlin
2:30 you're so brilliant, don't soon forget you're so brilliant, grace marked your heart <3
wishing; 7:37 PM
Thursday, June 18, 2009
YESSS I LOVE MATH! <3 <3 <3 i just hope i can finish my math june revision by sat morn (means 3am lol)
omgomgomg i nearly forgot on friday i've got math consult at 2 then chem consult at 4 and i wanna find pao-er but he's daoing my smses ): so i'll go at uh 9. to do work but knowing me i'll find alot of people i know around there and start talking and talking and talking until i don't get any work done zzz -.-
anyway jazz party laterrrrr in 3 hours' time :D
k back from jazz farewell omg awesome i love ruiling's house(: ahh why jarrod lee leaving, sian :/ hahhahaa anyway i FINALLY found the stupid oldie song which had the melody playing through my head since caroling. lol it's not some damn amazing song but it's lovely haha(:
presenting, only love. please enjoy :D
wishing; 2:48 PM
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
lol i just woke up from a nap that overshot by like 3 hours omg stupid phone just died on me grahh i need to get a bluetooth device soon because i lost my wire and i wanna save all my smses into the computer so MY PHONE WILL JUST STOP LAGGING. :/
anyway i dreamt about some BIG house (like the ponyoboy's house on the hillside one) and i was strolling around in my fbts and probably a tshirt too but can't rmb then suddenly the guy who owns the house came out and asked me if i liked the house so i said i wouldn't know unless i went in so he let me in but he only let me in by the top so i walked ALL the way to the top and he opened the door and the ceiling still looked damn high then somehow i realised that's the first floor actually and the whole house was like a stairway taken from mc escher's crazy artworks (you know those stairways that go everywhere around and people can walk upside down summore and not fall off) zzz reminds me of my favourite map in gunz but ya then i think i went through alot of doors and i can't rmb what happened but then i went into one door and i got into ntuc but it was a really really big ntuc and i could FLY okay not really, more like floating (like sora gliding in kh la after a while you'll descend due to noobness) so i was gliding around the crockery section and saw handgloves and detergent and then i reached the food section with cereal and soyjoy (lol i can't rmb why soyjoy either) and snacks and sweets and i started flying into some toys section with hotwheels and barbie and i was gonna fall already so i started kicking off the shelves that were empty to stay in the air and this is was like the most colourful part of the dream and i'm sure there were manymany more toys but i really can't rmb ya then i was descending so i turned on my back facing the ground and started kicking and doing backstroke in the air until i bumped into some woman who's from my church who teaches me piano but she was really nice and let me continue flying then i saw suet and kia buying groceries but kia wasn't really smart so he carried all the stuff in his hands (LOL i would kill for this kinda husband, like if i were a girl in need of a husband and all etcetc.) ya and then i saw quan and she was running away from home then i was asking her of all places to run away to why ntuc then i can't rmb what she said
then i realised that 1 hour could've have been enough to dream all this weird shit.
sian why couldn't i fly to the frozen meat/dairy products section i bet it would've been damn cooling grah dammitdammitdammit
YA LA I'M STUDYING OKAY VALYEO
wishing; 10:13 PM
Sunday, June 14, 2009
you know the way when something malfunctions it fails to function properly? and when something's a malware it's a harmful software? . . . uhh, then what's malaysia supposed to mean D:
yeah okay fine, like any gp essay (as all of you know, i am a brilliant gp student -grins-), i have to give both sides of the issue before claming my full marks.
WATURF KJAHSDJ A BEETLE JUST LANDED ON MY HEAD WTHWTHWTH lol okay i threw it in the dustbin already
okay i'll start with the bad side first la since it's so much easier: 1.they keep having construction works FOREVER. 2.they have freaking many curved roads that like are like U shaped so after like 3 you get a headache already. OH and my damn racist sister who exhibits signs of epidermal favouritism (ooh i just love euphemisms) was telling me like why the government didn't wanna build straight roads. it's because if you build straight roads, there would be like corners and then all there'd be alot of 'SIALA BRUDDER RELAK ONE KORNER' so if you build curved roads these wouldn't happen. and i lol'd at her, (but maybe that's really the govt's agenda! D:) 3.you know, maybe the causeway's some magical apparatus that has the amazing ability to warp time and space; like when you travel across the causeway into malaysia, it's like you went into the past and landed in singapore 134890263 years ago!!! okay fine, probably like the 1940s or something, most likely 1942. but ya omg it looks so (euphemism alert!) rustic and retro and rural (oh alliteration alert too lolol), just brings back soo much memories -that i was never born in time to have, aw.- yaaa and about the warping space thing, it really makes everything look more erm, uh, (wow this is hard), (okay i give up dictionary.com here i come), (omg suck they don't help at all wth), CENTRALISED. maybe because they lack landspace so they gotta use the land wisely i guess, but they've got so much mud around what! okay gonna get owned soon lol, and i'm not done yet D: D: D: 4.oh lol the chinese taxi driver said that the fare was actually 10 dollars but he charged us 9, but if we were malays he'd charge us 10; lol seems there's inter-malaysia racial strife too xD 5.every word seriously looks like they should have red squiggly lines under them -.- okay fine, if they use Mikrosoft Word the words would probaly turn out fine LOL
oh oops i forgot about the good points but anyway 1) there are really alot of indie shops that sell really hip and cool shirts and shorts and when you convert to sing dollars they're really cheap for their quality! 2) uh, it's convenient to travel from singapore.
yay okay erm, not very balanced but i tried k, sorry too imba already lol.
i like the shorts i bought from there, they're really nice, actually i looked at the shorts in the girls' section but they told me it was the girls' section so they went to find for me a similar design in the guys' section, and my sister was laughing at me :/ but they couldn't find a similar design so i chose another design. then my sister went to buy the one i liked, damn suanned :/
ANYWAY I MET JULIA THERE OMG i haven't talked to her in ages, she just zaos after service -.-
hmm okay uh, how does bonding in SiO4 contribute to its hardness, and how does bonding in PbO2 not contribute to it's electrical conductivity? PLEASE ANSWER THESE STUPID QUESTIONS ARE KILLING ME I DON'T GET IT.
KTHXBAI
wishing; 8:29 PM
Friday, June 12, 2009
yesterday was so fun and yummy(: PQQ you're so funny, but omg stop being bochup and go exercise or something!!! ohh and icekimo was soo good, i've never spent so much on icecream in a fortnight before; it burned a hole in my pocket (lolol irony i know), but it's all worth it mmmm :D
I STILL THINK ISLANDCREAMERY IS STILL THE BEST BECAUSE THERE'S EYECANDY TOO HAHAHHAHHAA(:
yeah and lol thomasang was telling me how weird and funny sam is flailing her arms around and that it's impossible to mug when sam's around HAHA i hope she doesn't read this hehehe (Y)
ehh okay i think we really cannot be seen together or else there'll be super alot of scandals because i've got retarded classmates (aka chengxiang) and juniors (aka caoyifan) who will shout my name and be damn embarrassing and a Pest to society in general. (I REALISED THEY'RE FROM CHINA LOL TOTALLY EXPLAINS EVERYTHING) haha okay kidding, if i put anymore racist stuff i'd seriously get owned by random people who are actually stalkers, or spies sent by the govt ohnoes! D: and most epic of all it happens whenever i'm with you loh (Y)
yay okay i finished my physics papers and omg i wanna play bridge zzz -.-
wishing; 11:32 PM
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
a TENORTWO -`Chanky; says: LOL if the facial product like bleaches your skin makes it damn fair so even indians become white then they can call the cleanser ethnic cleanser k says: lol. wtf!! u go put on ur blog la bet u get flamed
lol shit i hope i don't get owned D:
it'd probably be possible though, like if hitler was a dermatologist, and alive duh. (Y) but then again, he'd probably derive more pleasure killing them off, lol -.-
wishing; 8:39 PM
daddy just got admitted (or rather he just walked into the hospital and admitted himself in, lol) into NUH for uhh irregular heartbeat and chest pains etcetc. yesterday he went for an angiogram (ya it's a unit for weighing your arteries -.-) and there was some uhh clogged artery? [God's being funny, first he clogs my pores, then he clogs my dad's artery; what's next, my mum's sink? D:] so he's gonna have an op to insert some balloon thing in the clogged area to allow blood to flow loh. hahaha he'll be fine, but pray for him k(:
it's quite scary to actually realise that my parents would eventually die, like only when things like these happen? it's really really damn easy to take them for granted, home-cooked dinners, pocket money, snapping back at them when they start nagging; i think life's gonna be pretty frightening/empty for me if anything happened to them now
but i think too much, i hope ><
hhahahhaa and i should post more rantposts so people would tag more HAHA wth stalkers, all of you!! D:
okay this is some super secret sekret shhh, but i actually wanna own one of those daaamn short going-out shorts that those hip girls with smecksy legs wear (IF YOU WILL GET ME ONE I WANT WHITE OKAY :D)
~ PQQ THIS FRIDAY! :D
wishing; 8:06 PM
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
AARARGRAHRGAHRGRAHRGH, my face is like spotted with red and swollen and annoying bumps on my skin, but most epic of all, how did this happen??? because one fine and dandy day, my sister bought a new cleanser and said oh use this it's good for your skin, so i used it because ohhh yes it reads 'Exfoliates and Cleans Deeply and Closes Pores', oh wow so yeah what could go wrong
But what the hell!?!?? YEAH RIGHT you exfoliate, unless exfoliating means filling your face with 2178623796 reddish bumps that are daamn uncomfortable, like what?!?!! and if they're all red and bumpy how do you clean and close the pores huh oh great and mighty cleanser?!
LIES! ALL LIES!!! D: D: D: lol dermatologically tested my akjshdfjkhsjfk, HMPH.
CURSE YOU, NEUTROGENA DEEP CLEAN FACIAL CLEANSER!!11!!!11!!!1!1!1!1111
Seriously, i don't get it. How is it that one can get Epidermal Reactions to Skincare (read: CARE) products!! Like, what the hell?!!?! This is just so retarded omg, so how am i supposed to actually take care of my skin if SKINCARE products don't do it? -.-
life daamn tough :/
wishing; 5:52 PM
Sunday, June 07, 2009
hahahaha i actually kinda blogged about everyday this week, but i kinda locked it up because i didn't write in nice coherent sentences so if i actually posted it you'd die of run-on-lines-o-phobia or something D: yeah anyway this kinda sums up what happened this week, it's like one of the better weeks i've had in these 2 years :D
monday: ns check up with yisheng (YA WTH WHY DO I HAVE A HEARING PROBLEM THAT SUPPOSEDLY COMES WITH AGING, WHAT THE!??!!!) went out with wenny to orchard for gelatissimo (is that like very gelato the way pianissimo means very piano :/) piano ensemble concert with you la happy i blogged about you ego pig (:
tuesday: class bbq at vincom2's place + spamming buttons on ps controller ftw (Y)
wednesday: madjacks+islandcreamery with suet (IT'S SO YUMMY OMG SUPER GOOOD i could just survive on madjacks and islandcreamery, if only financial concerns weren't an issue T_T)
thurs/fri: suppposed date with quan/gen D: (I HOPE YOU BOTH FEEL GUILTY READING THIS BWAHAHAHA)
sat: went with geof for chorale (oh ya omg fionalee i hope you're feeling better, i don't think that's such a good way of getting closer to nature LOL XD) left at noon for church stuff pastadewaraku with joelle! omg the pasta there is soo good mmm(:
sun: church + piano lessons with auntie frances haha i think she's so aaamazing, and i hope work doesn't pile up so badly >< then BOTAKJONES (JUNKFOODSPAM) with alvin calvin serene jed seb omg whoopass and cajun ftwww
oh ya eh banglah you work hard ah don't slack! :D
epic week (Y)
lol and in 2 hours' time i'm like gonna go for my ns checkup for my ears again -.- argh if i get pes c i won't get as much munny D:
and it's damn hard to actually cheat the hearing test because i CAN'T HEAR THE SOUND gah.
wishing; 11:55 PM
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'To touch your hand...'
'To hear your voice...'
'To see your smiling face.'
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~Wishlist~
& omg i really wanna type stuff in this wishlist so that people can get me stuff that i want BUT I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO GET GAH
