"Your heart is like a great river after a long spell of rain, spilling over its banks. All signposts that once stood on the ground are gone, inundated and carried away by that rush of water. And still the rain beats down on the surface of the river. Every time you see a flood like that on the news you tell yourself: That's it. That's my heart."
I think it was precisely this conversation I had with sasha during break that made me realise that we were truly destined to be SOULMATES:
Sasha: (mindless ditzy drivel chatter chatter drivel): I am Artemis the hunter. Me: And I hunted you. Sasha and me in unison: Artemis Fowl Book 3!!
Which of course makes me infinitely happy when I find someone that actually reads the same fantasy children's book series child-friendly print as me, causing me to declare "Sasha we have an intrinsic bond!"
And then she proceeded to steal my A Beautiful Mind book while I wasn't looking and hide it in her sweater.
Super old photos that I finally got round to developing because I didn't know how to open a disposable camera, so I left the camera lying around until a few days ago when I got bored (and violent) and used a screwdriver to pry the cheap piece plastic open to get the film out. The pictures actually look a lot sharper in real life but my scanner sucks so... and I'm never doing this again it cost me $13+ to develop and process it 22 photos? So expensive!! I'm sticking with digital.
Leigh Lezark's hair is so cool it makes me want to cry!! I would totally cut my hair like this if it didn't mean ploughing it with a straightening iron like ten times a day.
"I'm seventeen, EOYs are finally over, I'm bored and depressed and just spent the whole of today chatting with Fujitsu tech support and watching youtube self-help videos." (TEXT ONLY)
(IF THIS POST SOMEHOW APPEARS ON MY FACEBOOK WALL AGAIN (FOR REASONS I CAN ONLY BLAME THE WEIRD CUSTOM SETTINGS IN MY FB ACCOUNT ON) I BLOGGED THIS. ON MY BLOG. IT'S NOT A FACEBOOK NOTE.
About two week's worth of happenings in the mundane life of Natalie Wong, condensed into a pithy tweet-worthy statement which, sadly, only makes it blindingly obvious how pathetic my life is.
Sooo I'm seventeen! I can finally use Clarisse's Farenheit 451 quote "I'm seventeen and I'm crazy. My uncle says the two always go together", only when I say it to myself I sound like my sec 4 self trying desperately to memorize quotes before the lit o levels paper instead of some pretentious hipster wannabe reciting some obsecure literary reference off the top of my head (and we all know which of the two I, like, truly aspire to acheive). My birthday, as all my birthdays are, was another dull affair because everyone is in exam mode, but at night we went to watch STOMP! which was rather good, as trash can-cum-percussion-cum-comedy-cum-dance acts go.
Also, my almost-brand-new laptop crashed last week, and this morning I finally spent some quality time (HALF A FREAKING HOUR!!) with the chinese-speaking fujitsu tech support dude who taught me, step-by-step, how to reboot my computer. It was a slow, painful experience that I will never want to repeat again. Kind of like getting a tooth extracted. And because I always inadvertently visualize whoever I'm speaking to on the other end, I kind of imagined he would be youngish-but-balding, khaki-wearing and bespectacled. And also slowly losing his patience when I ask him, for the fifth time, where the volume control button is. BUT eventually I got it fixed all by myself! Which ranks as a phenomenal accomplishment right next to the signing of the Declaration, or Britney actually making a comeback.
Which eventually leads (by some convoluted logic I cannot explain) to my new holiday hobby: POTTERY.
I MEAN,
Patrick swayze (bless his dear soul) and pre-ashton kutcher, pre-botox obsession demi moore. Pottery is hot. People who pot (actually, what is the verb for pottery? pot, potting, potted?) are hot. Therefore, if I learn pottery, I will be....
OMG. OMG. OMG.
HOT!!!!!
(P.S. Please do not try to give pointless and completely false claims that I am chicken-and-egging the whole situation and that it's the hot people that make pottery hot and not the other way round, yada yada yada. UNTRUE.)
And as if you needed more proof:
So I lied about this being a text-only post. NYEH!! I get irrationally twitchy and insecure everytime I post huge chunks of text that people will skip over the whole thing.
I, Natalie Wong, will unashamedly jump at any chance to do some Boys over Flower pimpin', anytime, anywhere.
Hehehe I love this photo cause you can't see the girl's face, so I can totally imagine it's my hands he's holding!! HEEHEEHEE!!
Okay gross. I shouldn't be obsessing over a show that my mom obsessed about first. That is just queer.
Sadly when I told my mom about these great pottery ambitions (one of them including carving the entire Mt. Rushmore out of clay) all I got was a couldn't-be-bothered "well you can go pick it up at the community centre." I cannot learn how to mould clay sexily in a COMMUNITY CENTRE!! How am I supposed to fufill my hotness quota being in a roomful of ageing housewives?? SIGHZ. My parents just don't understand me. ANGST ANGST ANGST
