Sunday, December 28, 2003



Check out more of these demotivators at www.despair.com! I so love this site, and I love Serry for introducing it to me. It's so depressing it's hilarious!

the dead woman murmured 12/28/2003 10:49:00 PM
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Went to Fans-tasia on Saturday. First time I've been to a cosplay thingy... looks like fun, but also looks like a lot of work. Now I know why Laire likes dressing up as a Nazgul... just black cloth, and make a sword. I liked the Samwise costume someone had (with pots and knapsack, the whole works!), and I saw about 3 Arwens I think... and some other LoTR characters. And some people wearing Hogwarts robes, a Quidditch!Draco, Sailor Moon, Angel Sanctury characters, and Mortal Kombat people, if I'm not mistaken... others I had no idea who they were supposed to be. Mae was asking me if I wanted to join in the next time, but considering how lazy I am and how much I hate sewing and all that troublesome makeup... maybe if I'm crazy enough.

the dead woman murmured 12/28/2003 07:19:00 PM
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Friday, December 26, 2003

Watched "Billy Elliot" yesterday, and I so love that boy... Jamie Bell, is it? So cute and huggable... almost as huggable as ickle Tom Felton when he was in "Anna & The King"... I am such a paedophile *twacks self*

Am mildly annoyed by the way channel i censors off all the swear words though... it's so distracting! They did it with "Green Mile" too, the night before... like, would it kill them to not mutilate the movie? Maybe it wasn't a major plot point or anything, but for "Billy Elliot" I felt the swearing was part of the working class lingo, and leaving it out was like leaving out a chunk of the scenery.

And watching that movie makes me wish I lived anywhere but here, in boring ol' Singapore. Actually, watching almost any movie makes me wish I didn't live here. I mean, just look at this place... buildings, buildings, more buildings.... so depressing.


View From A Window(excerpt)
by Alfian bin Sa'at

looking out

at the next block
at the curtains on the next block

is to feel as if
one is viewing a wall
at a columbarium

at ghosts behind plaques
hunting for their souls
in drawers, in woks
in the television box

is to laugh, a little sadly,
because even gravestones
have names.


the dead woman murmured 12/26/2003 05:58:00 AM
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Monday, December 22, 2003

Home is behind, the world ahead,
And there are many paths to tread
Through shadow to the edge of night,
Until the stars are all alight.
The world behind, and home ahead,
We'll wander back home to bed.
Mist and twilight, cloud and shade,
All shall fade, all shall fade.


And Pippin singing the above song is about the only thing in Return of The King that redeemed it from being one of the most boring movies I have ever sat through. Well, ok, that and all the slash. And I'm not just talking about Sam/Frodo and that whole hobbit orgy... I mean, just look at Legolas's Don't-Marry-Arwen-Marry-Me-Damnit gaze and Arwen's (in Aefallen's words) I'm-Carrying-This-Banner-Because-I-Cannot-Stand-To-See-The-Way-You-Look-At-Him. And the Gandalf/Pippin, Faramir/Pippin, Denethor/Pippin... slashiest movie ever. Even slashier than "Good Will Hunting", "Saving Private Ryan", or any other film about male bonding. But what I found amazing was that I found it even more boring than The Two Towers... the trailer was a lot more emotionally charged and intense than the movie, which is pretty pathetic really. The journey ends, and good riddance.

the dead woman murmured 12/22/2003 09:04:00 PM
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Saturday, December 13, 2003

So goth you're dead!
You are every goth-kids dream!

Which Ultimate Beautiful Woman are You?
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Whatever.

the dead woman murmured 12/13/2003 11:17:00 PM
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It's the a cappella version of Dahil Sa Iyo!.... very nice! Hear it here.

the dead woman murmured 12/13/2003 06:51:00 AM
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Friday, December 12, 2003

Aefallen is coming back from London today! *glee* But I won't be able to go to the airport cos my family will be celebrating my sis's bday early. Actually my sis's bday is on the 15th, but since I won't be in Singapore... *sigh* And I have not finished Chapter 10 of my fanfic even though I promised it'd be up before X'mas... damn... too lazy to sit down and force myself to write. And of course, I haven't been writing my poetry other stories either... Bad, lazy Dobby. Oh don't mind me, I'm just in a grouse-y mood today and will complain about everything just for the heck of it... must be the weather and the fact that I woke up too early today.... zzzzZZZ

.....

Geez... Verbal diarrhoea much? What rubbish have I been typing for the past 5 mins? *slinks off to reconfigure brain cells*

the dead woman murmured 12/12/2003 11:42:00 PM
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Stupid NTU internet server... apparently it's something about the rain and that my hall is one of those ulu-ated blocks with numerous screw-ups. Anyway I'm only in my room to sleep, so... yeah, whatever. But it sure is a pain in the ass when you need to do research and keep up with the rest of the world that is not campus.

Whole week has been choir choir choir... And another 5 days seeing the choir ppl from morning to night, stuck on a foggy hill doing practically everything together... we're either going to bond really really well this year, or just get sick of seeing each other's faces ^^;;

Oh well. Tired. Brain dead. Am incapable of coherent thought. Have piano lesson at 11 am, and should sleep if I want to get there on time (2 hours commute again...ack).

the dead woman murmured 12/12/2003 08:29:00 AM
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Thursday, December 11, 2003

My internet is finally working again.

This is a very tempting list to try out.... Ten Ways To Irritate LoTR Fans At The Movies:

1. Stand up halfway through the movie and yell loudly, "Wait... where the hell is Harry Potter?"
2. Ask everyone around you if they think Gandalf went to Hogwarts.
3. Block the entrance to the theater while screaming: "YOU SHALL NOT PASS!"
4. Point and laugh whenever someone dies.
5. Finish off every one of Elrond's lines with "Mr. Anderson."
6. When Aragorn is crowned king, stand up and at the top of your lungs sing, "And I did it.... MY way...!"
7. Wonder out loud if Aragorn is going to run for governor of California.
8. Imitate what you think a conversation between Gollum, Dobby and Yoda would be like.
9. Talk loudly about how you heard that there is a single frame of a nude Elf hidden somewhere in the movie.
10. In "The Two Towers" when the Ents decide to march to war, stand up and shout "RUN FOREST, RUN!"

the dead woman murmured 12/11/2003 07:29:00 PM
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Monday, December 08, 2003

Oh wow.... James... your group's video project has made it to Singapore Forums, and has been taken for the real thing. Got to admit it was pretty well done though. But what is this I spy with my little eye? Could it be... more fodder for the Be Evil To James Club? *wicked grin* Hope you didn't catch a chill from the water and mud.

the dead woman murmured 12/08/2003 09:32:00 AM
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Just finished registering subs... ack. Bing, it's not fun at all. But thank you for all the tips anyway, they did help and they made the experience a less traumatising one I think ^^

I got T3 instead of T1 (which I initially wanted) for Social Psych... wanted to change, but in the end was too lazy to and figured not having a morning class on Friday was probably a good thing. Doesn't make a difference unless I get Jap Lang actually, in which case I'll have to speak to Dr Gan about it... either move me to T1 or T2, or have me come in 10 mins late every time... and what I know of Dr Gan is that she's pretty flexible (and late for class herself... haha), so no worries there. Unless she resigns and we get a sucky lecturer, in which case I am completely screwed.

And my roomie totally ignored my warning that this stupid registration thing is like... war.... and she is registering her subs only now *sweatdrop* (it's 5 mins to 5 pm, btw) Just looking at her register makes me nervous. How can she be so calm and do everything in slow-motion like she's doing now? Most of the classes have like, zero vacancies left! Freaky freaky freaky.

the dead woman murmured 12/08/2003 01:25:00 AM
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Sunday, December 07, 2003

The best shows to bitch about: Beauty contests and MediaCorp's Star Awards.

Did you see Fann Wong's skirt? Mein Gott... looks like she cut a hole in her carpet and just put it on like that.

the dead woman murmured 12/07/2003 03:20:00 AM
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Saturday, December 06, 2003

Not Waving But Drowning
by Stevie Smith

Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving, but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.

the dead woman murmured 12/06/2003 10:45:00 PM
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Interesting quiz thingy from Dhika's friendster bulletin:

Choose a band/musician and answer only in song titles by them: Third Eye Blind

Are you male or female?: New Girl

How old are you?: Graduate

Describe yourself: The Background, Invisible

How do some people feel about you?: God of Wine

How do you feel about yourself?: How's It Gonna Be

Describe your ex girlfriend/boyfriend: Darkness

Describe your views on significant others and crushes: Never Let You Go, Blinded When I See You

Describe what you want: Semi-charmed Life, Tattoo of the Sun

Describe how you live: Narcolepsy

Describe how you love: I Want You, Deep Inside of You

Share a few words of wisdom: Good For You

the dead woman murmured 12/06/2003 03:35:00 AM
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Friday, December 05, 2003

Interesting fact learnt today: it is actually possible to laugh yourself hoarse... which is what a bunch of us did during and after supper. Completely has nothing to do with the heck of a lot of roti prata or the 14 Dinosaurs we ordered. Totally. And of course, as has become the tradition for choir outings, the conversation progressed (degenerated?) to unmentionables and weirdness. Like the 16th Century definition of 'a sweet guy' is a stud. An obscenely scandalous outing it was (not that any of us are complaining), and not for the first time I appreciate the fact that it's not that easy to spot the "NTU Choir" on our collars.

And today, we celebrate the "official" founding of the Be Evil To James Club. Everyone feel free to join! *smirk*

the dead woman murmured 12/05/2003 11:40:00 AM
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Thursday, December 04, 2003

My roomie has gone home, thank god. She's having a major flu, and I have been diligently avoiding the room because I really don't want to get sick less than a fortnight from the competition, especially since the room has bad ventilation and I can't open the window because there's a wasp buidling a freaking nest outside my window and leaving dead caterpillars all over the windowsill. (Yes, ick.) But she's been a really sweet roomie, and this morning I was pleasantly surprised to discover she credited me for this article for Comma (that's the SCI school mag) that I merely gave her some ideas for and didn't help to write. And anyway it's a good thing she went home. The incredible moron who plays the neverending song loop did it again, and this time, it was just Joan Osborne's "What If God Was One Of Us". Just that one song. And if you've ever heard that song you'd know how repetitive it is. Went over, did my best Snape-impression of "Would you please get a life and turn that thing off?" and there has been peace and quiet ever since. If my roomie had been here like she was the previous times he did that, she'd have stopped me again... probably afraid I'd commit homocide or something.

Random note: the field behind my block would be a great place to just lie down and look at the stars, if I had a canvas (or my poncho...hm...) to put on the grass in case it's muddy.

Watched Love Actually with the choir people today... pretty nice, not overly sweet and happy-ending-y. And Rataliens (especially Dreamcatcher you worry wart) I'm still watching it with you guys. I need Aefallen here with me so we can squeal properly over our beloved Potions Master *grin*

Have piano lesson tomorrow before this choir workshop thingy at NUS, and I am so dead. Was supposed to finish learning a Bach Prelude (half of my exam piece), and so obviously have not. Oh well... I'll just wing it, like I always do =P

the dead woman murmured 12/04/2003 08:10:00 AM
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Tuesday, December 02, 2003

I need to change my layout. This one is getting extremely boring. Although at the moment I never want to see html coding again in my life. Oh alright, for the next couple of days.

Anyway. Have not properly blogged in a long while actually... just kind of busy lately with choir stuff, so much so that Dreamcatcher has declared her undying hatred for choir because I have less time to meet up with the Rataliens ^^|| Man, it's tough being popular =P

First sem of Uni finally over.... a kind of closure somehow missing. Getting back results feels like getting back a mid-year paper or something, not important (although of course it is if you're a crazy nut like me who wants to try and see if I can get first class honours). Results weren't that fantastic really, but at least my parents aren't going to drag my sorry ass out of choir, so that's a good thing. But all of it still seems so unreal... times like these, I get really annoyed with the internet and all it's pseudo-reality.

Wait, did I just say I was sick of the internet? Ye gods, the sky is fallin' down on our heads!

I think I've been staying in all day staring at the computer screen and now my brain has sunk into the depths of boredom and (temporary) depression, and now I'm just typing nonsense. Hopefully the weather will be nice to me and I'll be able to go swimming tomorrow before practice.

the dead woman murmured 12/02/2003 04:42:00 AM
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Monday, December 01, 2003

My song of the moment... very poignant.

Unsent
by Alanis Morissette

Dear Matthew I like you a lot
I realize you're in a relationship with someone right now and I respect that
I would like you to know that if you're ever single in the future
and want to come visit me in California
I would be open to spending time with you
and finding out how old you were when you wrote your first song

Dear Jonathan I liked you too much
I used to be attracted to boys who would lie to me and think solely about themselves
and you were plenty self-destructive for my taste at the time
I used to say the more tragic the better
the truth is whenever I think of the early 90's
you face comes up with a vengeance like it was yesterday

Dear Terrance I love you muchly
you've been nothing but open hearted and emotionally available and supportive
and nurturing and consummately there for me
I kept drawing you in and pushing you away
I remember how beautiful it was to
fall asleep on your couch and cry in front of you for the first time
you were the best platform from which to jump beyond myself
what was wrong with me

Dear Marcus You rocked my world
you had a charismatic way about you with the women
and you got me seriously thinking about spirituality
and you wouldn't let me get away with kicking me own ass
but I would never really feel relaxed and looked out for around you though
and that stopped us from going any further than we did
and it's kinda too bad because we could've had much more fun

Dear Lou We learned so much
I realize we won't be able to talk for some time
and I understand that as I do you
the long distance thing was the hardest and we did as well as we could
we were together during a very tumultuous time in our lives
I will always have your back and be curious about you
about your career your whereabouts

the dead woman murmured 12/01/2003 11:31:00 PM
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mood

Translation:
Nemo nisi mors.


the subject

utopist. dreamer. cynic. poet. a contradiction. eccentric. cartesian. a starlight in the gloom.

The patient, born in 1984, suffers from a history of idealism of unknown onset and duration.

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