twenty years it's breaking you down
the name is vanessa but everybody calls me van. estranged ex-NJCanoeist of 2004/05 K2-500m. I'm a WSO (FIGHTER) trainee and I'm doing my BA(Hons) English and Politics in the University of York. I like fast cars, literature, art and tulips. I cannot cook. When I was younger I wanted to be an astronaut. I am hopeless at math or anything remotely related to formulae. I detest parsley. I love the colour burgundy. My Macbook is my bestfriend and I've played with Macs since I was 15 so no, I didn't jump on the bandwagon. I have lofty dreams but I'm often afraid to chase them. I don't get angry I get disappointed. I intend to learn Spanish and German. Oh, and I think Liverpool kicksmajorass - I am not a fair-weathered fan. I think ambiguity is beautiful.


now that you understand
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DECEMBRE/DECIEMBRE/DECEMBRO
02 -- Thong's bday
05 -- Shumin's bday
07 -- Howeeeeee's bday
08 -- Daddy's bday
09 -- Commsparade!
11 -- Politics exam, snowball
14 -- MY bday!!
15 -- End of term!!!!!!!! To London.
17 -- 07
18 -- Flying home!
19 -- Touchdown 1855 SQ321
30 -- Back to London

YOU'RE FALLING APART






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miércoles, agosto 30, 2006
Today marks the most miserable day I've had in a long long time. Work today was painfully mundane. Converting Microsoft Access databases to Openoffice format. Took me and Maj Lim really long to figure out how openoffice(base) works. It's damn torturous cos you can't seem to be able to copy and paste the databases, so I had to painstakingly type in every single cell one by one.

Then took 171 from Gombak and changed to 151 at NJ. It seems ages since I was last at that bus stop. Sigh. It's silly, but somehow NJ memories seem so fresh even though it was so long ago. Perhaps it was because the people there made more of an impact? My team, the artsfac clique, AEP people. NJ 2004-05 was perhaps the most eventful 2 years in my life, and I think in these 2 years I somehow grew up.. a lot. Was rather pensive today as I watched the rain get heavier and heavier, watched the curtains of water cascade down the driver's windshield - only to get brusquely swept away by one slick motion of the wiper. swoosh-woosh-oosh. The excruciatingly sharp squeal of the wipers skating across smooth glass invaded my entire being as I just stared and Thought meaningless Thoughts. Just like how some things, some people are so pervasive that they completely infiltrate and enshroud you.

Then as the bus ride went on, the celestial dams somehow burst open with such astounding magnitude that I stared out of the window and didn't know where my stop was. (ah, the unfamiliar route from NJ to home, which two years ago was my yellowbrickroad) Impulsively, I got off (at the correct stop) and began trudging through the rain - umbrellaless. Zipping up my new adidas jacket, I put one foot forward, and didn't look back.

The heavens welcomed me, like a deity gamely accepting his offerings.

Bitterly but confidently striding amidst the coldshowers, my feet squished and squelched in my increasingly slippery courtshoes, but I barely seemed to notice. The wind seemed to cruelly slice through layers of clothing and permeate every single pore of my skin. I was defeated.

Then without warning, saline and freshwater fused into one, and I was unable to tell the difference.
Vanessa Lim 2:42 p. m.