The Depths Of Shallowness

Drowning, Drowning in Cynicism; Drunk, Drunk with Sentimentality; Down, Down with Love; Dunked, Dunked in Life. Desperate Discourse. Disposable Desires. Dusky Dreams. Delirium. Dignity. Despair. Doubt. Duty. Dewy Days. Divine Divide. Dump Everything that Bothers in The Depths of Defiance. 《我的快樂時代》唱爛 才領悟代價多高昂 不能滿足不敢停站 然後怎樣 All Rights Reserved ©Angeline Ang

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Tempestuous. Intense. Proud. Intellectual. Easily Bored. Consummate Performer. Very Chinese. Very Charming. Fair. Pale. Long, Curly, Black Hair. BA(Hons). Literature. Philosophy. Japanese. Law. Dense in Relationships. Denser in All Else. Brooding. Sceptical. Condescending. Daria Morgendorffer meets Kitiara Uth Matar meets Ally McBeal. Always dreamy, always cynical, always elusive. Struggling writer, artist and student, in that order please.

Friday, December 07, 2007

Lux Et Veritas, S'il Vous Plait


At the Chinese wedding dinner of April and Hanrong, and taking pictures without them.
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Is it not knowledge, harmless and hopeless knowledge, but still heavy enough to render one helpless, to learn from Facebook that Mr Dimples' good friend is the colleague of Mr Veins' sister?

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A brief respite from the workplace (actually it’s sick leave: I’ve succumbed to a particularly vicious viral strain), and so I snuggled in bed today with a sprawling mammoth of a book World Without End that I finished in one seating, or lying, if you must. The story was ambling along amicably at 1000+ pages long but nothing terribly exciting actually happens. Pleasant yes, but bland and forgettable, and you need patience to plough through if you are not a reader by nature. It’s much like a not very good Sidney Sheldon novel set in medieval times and so I don’t really get the fuss over this epic that is supposed to be a literary phenomenon of some sort. It falls into my hand because I got it as a birthday present for Deputy Best Friend. I thought I might as well read it first. Ha. Haven’t decided whether I should bring it to Hong Kong for him or wait for him to come to Singapore during the last week of Dec. Anyway, next on the reading list would be the prequel of World Without End: The Pillars Of the Earth. Ken Follett, one last chance to impress me!

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In sadder news, on top of the fact I was miserably sick, I didn’t make the cut for this. Not that any Singaporean did, but still, it was something I was hoping would happen to reverse my fortunes and a gentle way I can gracefully exit.

Where’s my permanent ticket out of this shit hole? Can someone please show me the directions?

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