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Carrie says...

Open expertly captures the profoundly stressful job of professional tennis player,
but nobody who hasn’t lived it can ever truly understand what it does to a person’s
psyche. “I am surprised when people ask me about the ‘glamorous’ tennis life,” Graf
says, “because it is really a demanding sport. You’re traveling twelve months a year,
with no off-season. You have a coach and maybe a parent traveling with you, but
there is limited opportunity for friends. It never stops. It’s not cruel”—Graf hesitates,
searching for the right word—“but it’s excruciating.”

-- Vogue, December 2009

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Carrie says...

My poor hair.  It's now so short and so dry from my complete incompetence with a hair dryer that when I put it up to go to sleep, it actually stands up on end.

No, neither of these is an action shot.  That's actually what it does.  [sigh]

(It's even better when I take it down in the morning, it sticks out straight backwards, kind of like in Young Frankenstein.  Awesome.)

(Also, why does tinypic now always send me to the espanol site?  Weird.)

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lenne says...

After I left the house, I realised that my iPod was out of battery.
I felt uneasy about how uneasy I felt about that.

Is it that hard to just do one thing at a time?
Where did this desperate need to feel busy, to constantly multi-task come from?

I wonder if multi-tasking makes us feel more important.

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royaldaisies says...

"In that book which is my memory,
On the first page of the chapter that is the day when I first met you,
Appear the words, ‘Here begins a new life’."
— Dante Alighieri (La Vita Nuova)

the kind of love that we all want, is the kind that weathers all storms, shares all joys, understands your pain, listens to your troubles, doesn't judge you, supports your silly ideas, makes you laugh, makes you feel like a million bucks and above all, lasts a lifetime.

Bright Eyes - First Day of My Life

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lenne says...

I used to relate black+white to chessboards.
Now my first thought would be Chanel.

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chirag says...

Sometimes it's all about the sacrifice. Staying up upset, so that someone else can sleep in peace; shutting up even when you want to talk.

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lenne says...

I'm currently reading Fragile Things, Neil Gaiman's collection of short stories related to ghosts.
I was under the impression that I didn't enjoy short stories as much as I did with full-length novels.
To my delight, Fragile Things proved me wrong.

Someone once asked me what genres of books I liked.
"Anything," I said.

As I was sharing summaries of the more impactful novels I'd read with Jean over breakfast, I suddenly realised what the one genre I didn't like was:
Non-Fiction.

Stories that had truth in them captivated me. I'd be totally absorbed in them, wondering what it would be like if such incidents happened to me.

You see, true stories aren't happy.
Happy non-fiction books don't make people turn the page.
I hated true stories.
They scare me.

I remember reading a wide range of non-fiction books in Secondary school.
There was A Child Called 'It', Torey Hayden's One Child, and there was Go Ask Alice.

Go Ask Alice had a huge impact on me.
I still remember that at 14 years of age, my perception of the world grew rapidly darker as I read entry after entry of "Alice's" diary.
(It's been exposed as partly and possibly even entirely fictional. I feel mildly cheated and scarred.)

After reading these non-fiction books, I would overdose on chick lit to make myself feel better.
Eventually, I stopped reading non-fiction entirely.

In some ways, reading, for me, is even worse than witnessing something traumatic.
My imagination processes whatever I throw it and magnifies it.

I don't/can't even watch horror movies, because of my tendency to dream about it for days and days.

Are you amused by how little my mind can take?
I think that it's funny how I'm so easily frightened by reality too.

Isn't it ironic?
Despite being a media student, I'd still subconsciously shun the news.

I'm not ignorant enough to think that the world is all in love, but I really do wish that the Holocaust never happened.


On a much happier note,
Happy birthday, Estelle! ♥
Have a sweet, sweet seventeenth.

(I tried to find a nice photo with her and failed. It's okay though, I'm sure we'll have plenty more chances :D)

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thimerosa says...

I finally decided to jump on the bandwagon and check out this posterous thingy. Yes, I know it has been around for some time already and several of my good friends have been using it for a good part of the year. I'm such a laggard :P

I have not blogged for a long time, spending most of my time on twitter / facebook / TVB / Taiwanese dramas. And wordpress can be quite a hassle to update sometimes. Ok, I'm just creating a load of excuses for myself.

I heard that posterous is really easy to update, everything can be done via an email. What better way to encourage a person to blog than to make it as easy as possible for him to do so? Reminds me of the time when I used the Picassa's Hello program where I could easily post my pictures onto blogger and share with my friends.

Anyway, seems like I'll be trying out this service for a little while. Let's see where it takes me to yeah? :)

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chirag says...

So, last week I thought of an idea mid-conversation about the perfect birthday present for someone. On the one side I was excited because this person never mentioned wanting this, so there was a good chance it would be an awesome surprise. On the other, this person and I think like we have the same brain, so chances that they reached the same conclusion was rather high as well.

I executed it anyway, and then came a bigger problem. How was I supposed to sit on it until the actual birthday over a month later and not share the present. Grr, what was I thinking.

I caved.

This is the part where I sit patiently and hope they put the present to use. The question remains though. I have no idea what they thought of it but I think they did like it. I hope they did.

L, if you're reading this (and I know you're not), I really hope you did.

=)

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royaldaisies says...

"You turned my wailing into dancing
You removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy
that my heart may sing to you and not be silent."
Psalm 30:11

He loves me, and He has more than enough love for you too. let Him in and you'll see.

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