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Wednesday, December 13, 2006
eragon opens today! i wasnt planning on catching it, or even reading the book.. it looks kinda lame.. sort of like a LOTR spinoff.. i mean, couldnt they have had just a tiny leetle bit of creativity in the name choosing.. when i first saw it i was like.. eragon=aragorn?!?!? im a real sucker for tongue-excericising, exotic-sounding names.. and the use of the letter Y is always a plus.. but then, bet you didnt know this, but the author was only sixteen when he wrote it.. and that kinda almost makes it forgivable.. hey, thats younger than i am! maybe the plot will be a mishmash of other plots, and maybe it really will be kinda lame haha.. but i guess im reading this afterall.. anybody wanna donate to the let-gail-watch-eragon fund? the other day i was on my way for my piano lesson when i realised that i wore my shirt inside out.. (LOL yes i know) i tend to do stuff like this once in a while.. the other time i was being asked why i was so sloppy when we realised that i buttoned my shirt wrongly.. it would have been really comical if it wasnt happening to me.. but thats another story for another time.. so please, if you happen to notice that im a walking fashion disaster or anything, do tell me.. anyways. i had to go look for a toilet at the hawker centre thingy and the toilet was just uhhh, no comment.. not that it was really really dirty or anything.. but i just felt this need to touch everything with only the very tips of my fingers.. which by the way, were positively screaming.. and yes, in case youre wondering whats happened to my bag Hi-Ke, he/she/it currently is currently taking a break while in the wash.. i tried balancing it on this ledge thing, but it fell on the floor instead.. poor he/she/it.. anyways, sometimes i wonder if im only singaporean by name.. going to places that people go to every single day, i feel more like a tourist than a local.. coffee shops and hawker centres have this foreign feel somehow.. like i dont belong there.. even bus interchanges have this feeling of vague unfamiliarity.. i was walking around little india the other day, breathing in the heady scent of the burning inscence (how do you spell that?), just watching people going about their day-to-day living, it was all kinda mildly interesting in a really abstract tourist-ish kinda way.. i mean like wow they still have all of this in singapore? unbelievable! the garlands of flowers, the warehouse-looking shophouses which seem to belong to a different era, the handmade noodles, the unhurried stroll of the passers-by, the garble of english mixed with other languages, and etc. etc. oh there was one thing i could identify with though.. the blatent jaywalking.
12:39 pm
gail.
loves anything new
gets caught up in causes, events, loves
but doesn't do anything about them.
professes to be a supporter of the green movement
but leaves the lights on
disapproves of mcdonalds
but eats there anyways.
godwise, the jury's still out.
schoolwise, fass rocks my socks
but why do i have like a ton of work to do?
familywise, i guess theyre/its great
we just need to figure out what to do around each other?
freindswise, hey you guys are awesome.
blogwise, realises that the profile section is crappy
but doesn't know how else to fill up the space.
