Choir is like a drug - it makes me go on a high, and it's bloody addictive.

Watched "Phantom of the Opera" - the movie - today, and all I have to say is, I have nothing good to say about something so cliched and that uses terrible camera techniques, and worse of all, doesn't even have people who sing very well (they're not bad but they're not good either). Read the book, it's tonnes better even though the translation in the version I have can get a bit dense at parts.

I wanted to go for carolling today but the producer changed the call time >_< Gah. Oh well, a little more time for me to catch up on my sleep I guess.

Looking forward to choreo practice tomorrow! Even though I will most likely be running completely on caffeine by then, and I'm going to be all hyper and totally crazy... haha.

I had a grand total of 2 hours of sleep in the past 48 hours... I predict that I have another couple of lovely sleepless days coming right up. Expect me to perform poorly on tasks that require a high level of cortical functioning.

So. Tired.

Between choir and filming I pretty much have just enough time to bathe and sleep enough to be semi-awake the next day. It's fun, but I'm not sure I even want to try imagining doing this full time. Anyway at this moment I'm dozing off... need sleep... is incoherent... blog later.

Today's filming was at Golden Mile Complex, where I used to stay when I was a child.

It has been ten years since I've been to this place, and ten years is a very long time. I can hardly recognise anything anymore after all the upgrading and new buildings seem to have sprouted where there was nothing before. And yet, wandering through this maze of new sights and going deep into the heart of the nest of HDB blocks, familiar things spring out at me like playful children trying to startle innocent passerbys.

The funny blue and orange tiles I remembered from the path towards the medical clinic, still incongrous with everything else in the neighbourhood.

The old bakery still filled with the most wonderful warm smell of years upon years of baking bread, a lovely smell that has probably been absorbed by the surroundings, and still sells bread that looks and smells exactly the same.

It's been ten years seince I've been here, and though I can't recognise/find a thing from the outside, my memories of the places inside as they were blink like steady red landmarks in the lifting haze of my amnesia. The perspective of a twenty-year-old is so different from what I remembered. Everything just seems so claustrophobic, so cramped. And the bits I remember seem to have been grafted on artificially to some strange place - totally weird feeling.

Choir camp is over! Relieved in a way because it was a good camp and we had fun, but also missing everyone a bit. We'll be seeing a lot of each other anyway, but I'm afraid this holidays I won't be able to hang out with them as much because of filming commitments *sigh*

Now my nightmare of a holiday schedule starts.

My friend is doing a film and he needs extras. It's a good opportunity to experience working on a movie set, and this movie is intended to be released to arts festivals over the world etc... support the Singapore arts/cultural scene!

However, we would pay you if we had the money, but since we are all poor students, as it is now all we can do is provide meals ^_^;;

We need kind souls to help us out on the following days as these characters:

6th Dec: theatre-goers and restaurant patrons
8th Dec: restaurant patrons
11th Dec: VJC students (if you have the uniform even better!)
12th Dec: people walking about
16th Dec: people getting off a bus
23rd Dec: bar/pub patrons
26th Dec: family members of guys about to enter army
30th Dec: people in a queue
2nd Jan: guys about to enter army

If anybody is free on these days and are willing to spare some time to help out, please contact me asap! If you have any questions or you need to know more feel free to ask me also.

Thanks! =)

Yesterday, I had a 10 hour meeting about the script and a basic "lecture" about set lighting, then spent the rest of last night and this morning doing call sheets and shot listings. Tonight looks like another night spent on deciding film allocation. I'm think I'm going to start hallucinating about my bed chasing after me and throwing pillow-missiles, crying that I've neglected it.

I am so tired. Looking at my "holiday" schedule makes me feel even more tired. *sigh*

Did interviewing at the CATI labs today, and for the first hour, every number the computer generated for me was either a business number, disconnected, or a fax number. Stupiak computer. Then after that I got a whole spate of Chinese speaking ah mas and aunties for me to practice my mangled Chinese on. Some used all kinds of excuses to run away, including the classic "No there's no one else in and I'm going out now" and one screamed at me because she was in the middle of a mahjong game. I should have blackmailed her with something like, if she doesn't help me complete the survey she bound to lose all her money (these people usually very superstitious right?)

One auntie really lagi best. Said she didn't understand English, so never mind, read the Chinese introduction. Then she went all "Internet? What? Don't know lar, don't know lar, very busy, nobody is at home!" and puts down the phone. Auntie... so if nobody is at home, what are you? Disembodied spirit ah?! A bit too late to tell me nobody is at home after you've picked up the phone lor...

Exams are over. It doesn't feel any different - why?

Probably because of my excessive not studying... hahaha...

There are strange sounds emitting from the room upstairs.

It sounds like the people upstairs are playing bowling O_o WTF?

Was randomly surfing on google about mental disorders (kind of a pet topic for me) and came across this article about suicide, and I quote:

"Suicide is a serious health problem."
Pardon me, but if you commit suicide, aren't you kind of... dead? What health problem? Or more specifically, what health? (Of course there're things such as completed suicide and attempted suicide, and they are talking about mental health, but the phrasing just amused me.)

Other interesting observations: The opposite of euphoria is dysphoria. But why is the opposite of a dystopia an utopia, and not an eutopia?

Ghazal of Hope
by Alfian bin Sa'at

Let me tell you about the death of happiness.
How it should not be misunderstood as grief.

The final gesture is the motion of surrender.
The signal for the sky to collapse like a tent.

Two wildflowers yesterday and suddenly: seven today.
I demand to know what has driven my eyes to notice.

All suffering will end in a matter of time.
In the meantime think not of suffering but time.

My sorrow is not large enough, its knots are weak.
How else could that bird have escaped my nets?

Alfian, in your anticipation you stole joy from the future.
But take heart: you have not robbed your future of joy.

I think happiness
Is to say that you are happy
And to trust yourself
That you have said
The right word.
(by Alfian bin Sa'at)

Finally had the mood to do a new template. Colour scheme inspired by Alfian's book "A History of Amnesia". Kinda missing my shades of grey now, but... well, I guess I just needed a change. I regret to inform you my dear readers that if you find the new layout offensive, it's going to be here for a while - I won't have the time to change until probably when school starts.

I have three more papers and yet I happily went out yesterday, heh. Bumped into Yocksian n Sam at Suntec, so spent the rest of the afternoon window shopping with them, whee~! Slacking is fun =P

Now that my laptop is working fine, my desktop has died. ARGH. FUCK BILL GATES.

Anyway, I find people from my faculty so interesting. When they discuss things on the edventure discussion boards, they always add these quantifiers like "just my 2 cents worth" or "I might be totally wrong but..." Kinda amusing really, the way everyone is so polite even when there are dissenting views. Of course, these boards are all monitored, so I guess flaming isn't much of an option... but then again people always kena flamed on the VJC boards even though there are a lot of moderators, and I keep having to warn and ban ppl. *sigh* And it can't be much of an age thing, because the alumni boards can get pretty touchy too.

Why Did I Dream Of You Last Night?
by Philip Larkin

Why did I dream of you last night?
Now morning is pushing back hair with grey light
Memories strike home, like slaps in the face;
Raised on elbow, I stare at the pale fog
beyond the window.

So many things I had thought forgotten
Return to my mind with stranger pain:
- Like letters that arrive addressed to someone
Who left the house so many years ago.

Windows is a fucking pain in the ass. I downloaded XP service pack 2, and it disabled my laptop's keyboard and touchpad. Much joy. It was a stroke of luck that my dad happened to be sharing my laptop temporarily, so I'd created an account for him that didn't require keying in a password, so I managed to sort out the problem after typ- Sorry, did I say 'typing'? I meant to say, pieced together an email letter by fucking letter, cut and pasted from the only website I could get into (which was the default page since I obviously could not type a URL). And now it's fucking 4am in the morning and I could kill someone if this thing fucks up on me again.

Should have just gotten an iBook. Somebody please do the world a favour and kill Bill Gates. And whilst they're at it, kill Bush too. Thanks.

"Singapore Short Story Project" on Tuesday nights. "Twelve Kingdoms" followed by "Inuyasha" from Wednesdays to Fridays. A bunch of infotainment shows I want to watch. And yes, let's not forget the anime I've been downloading, and the movies that are still sitting in my computer waiting to be watched.That does it, I can forget about studying liao... haha.

But then again my exams only take up about 50% of my final grade *smirks in engineering ppl's general direction* This sem I shall be able to test out me and my roommate's hypothesis: provided you have at least a B for your continual assessment, as long as you turn up for the exam and don't hand in a piece of blank paper, you will be able to at least get a C overall.

Have suddenly discovered a renewed interest in Friendster, and I've suddenly found a lot of old classmates... especially those bunch of crazy guys from my Sec1 class.

Gods, I miss you guys.

All the crazy things we did... climbing the fence to see the sunrise on the beach. Squeezing far too many people in one tiny chalet room. Playing 'Truth or Dare', which always ended up more like playing 'Sort-of-Truth'. And me forever arm-wrestling with the NCC guys, heh.

The last time we had a class gathering was like, before we all went to our separate JCs? After all you guys ORD, everybody go and crash at someone's house/chalet, pleeeaaaseeee! (Scarlee we all end up playing Blackjack, dai di and Risk again... haha... our completely pointless ~~gambling sessions~~ erm, socialising.)

Am addicted to an extreme sport. It's known as aggressive not-studying.

Someone on MSN has a nick that says "The heart of worship is surrender". I just find that completely disturbing. Reminds me of a recent episode of 'Angel' where that Jasmine creature tells Connor he has to lose himself in order to be fully incorporated.

Is religion about losing a sense of self? About mindlessly accepting whatever's fed to you? Is that why Jesus is "the shepherd"?

From Arachnid's blog...

You have confidence in your ability to get things done. You are a leader among friends, and a good one too. You are responsible and like to challenge yourself by taking up difficult tasks - and you usually succeed.

You're very careful and circumspect in all matters but you won't face any problems until they actually happen. Also you're a kind and sensitive person.

You love the good life. You live extravagantly and like everything around you to be beautifully crafted. You are optimistic, have an excellent sense of humor and enjoy having your friends around you.

You are self-centered and disagree other people's feelings and ideas. You normally go against social rules and regulations.

I sorta agree with the last two, although I'd like to think of myself as a jaded optimist, and I don't disagree just for the sake of disagreeing.

I'm not a leader amongst friends, because I don't like to organise stuff unless I need to, and lazy people cannot be leaders. My mom says I have san fen zhong re du (3-minute interest-span). Also I prefer to take problems head-on, and am in no way kind and sensitive.

Anyway, take the You Are What You Eat quiz if you want.

2 weeks more to exams and I haven't started studying at all! Argh! Die die die die die. And the network here sucks when it rains.

I want to watch 2046... but at the rate things are going, I think I haven't get down to it run ended liao. Oh well. I haven't watched a chinese movie in the cinema in ages, I usually just wait for them to show it on TV.

Gacked this from TalkingCock.com, courtesy of direction by Dreamcatcher

If Harry Potter was Singaporean...

1. Harry. Good name.

2. Qualifies as �foreign talent� immediately. (Some more, his talent is damn foreign one.)

3. Must buy COE for broom.

4. Hogwarts becomes part of Through Train Programme.

5. For mother tongue, put down �Parseltongue�.

6. Hermione will have to deal with being labelled a �mugger� in addition to a �muggle-born�.

7. Young wizards will have fun along East Coast Parkway, shouting "Lumos!" and disturbing the lovers in the bushes.

8. SingTel to provide owl-delivered messages as option in their mobile plans.

9. After graduating from Hogwarts, kena NS.

10. Prisoner of Changi

11. Ron encouraged to faster marry Hermione and have three kids before thirty.

12. Govt declares it aims to make it to the Quidditch World Cup by 2010.

13. Meanwhile, Singapore Pools starts accepting bets for Quidditch.

14. Because of lightning-shaped scar on forehead, asked to join Youth Wing of certain political party.

15. Formation of Order of the Phoenix kena rejected by Registrar of Societies.

There is something very wrong with blogger. I keep getting some error message thingy everytime I view my blog. What, now that edventure and MSN are working fine, you decided it was your turn to throw a little fit? *rolls eyes* Technology. Can't live without it, can't live with it.

It's 2.30am, I might have a quiz tomorrow, and I definitely have a project presentation tomorrow. But I don't want to go to sleep just yet. Had a rather thought-provoking and stimulating talk with my classmate Yanli before lecture, about the viability of art and the nature of dreams, and consequently spent the rest of the lecture lost in contemplation.

People from my faculty find it so natural to come up with jibes about the engineers � I know I�m one of them. But what makes us so different from the rest of you? Perhaps we do not deal with the universal language of mathematical formulas, but in our own way we learn our own formulas of the English language. Letters and words, to us, are like the little mechanical parts or chemicals you learn about and learn how to manipulate. And like the things you built, our creations are soulless, practical mechanisms, designed to make life easier for those who can afford it, or for the betterment of mankind, or for the simple usefulness that is held so highly in regard in this strange cultureless multiracial society we find our self in. We are the engineers of words, and meaning. Sure, there may be many ways to fit our machines together, some better than others, but it does not change the fact that they are merely that � cold pieces of usefulness and pragmatism.

Being Singaporean is perhaps one of the most intriguing and unique experiences one can be born into. We are a people misplaced, living in an absence of culture � if you define culture in the traditional way. In fact, we have created a culture that is solely of Practicality. Yes, it is true � we are not Singaporean Chinese/Malay/Indian/Others, we are Singaporean Practical. Our dominant language, English, is the language of convenience and "globalization"; our Singaporean Dream is not the "everybody can be someone if they try" hope of the American Dream, but the single-minded pursuit of materialism and tangible comfort. Isn�t it strange how pragmatism and idealism have become such opposing forces in our society, when they are not mutually exclusive? Idealism, in Singaporean terminology, is the stuff dreams and young aspirations are made of � something that, in our society, is viewed as a "phase", a thing we�re supposed to grow out of and in our maturity and adulthood look back at, with the wisdom of a deadened mind and heart.

We are engineers of words, but when you create your machines, you don�t kill your tools, or the metal bits and pieces that make up your creation the way we suck the words of their meanings, life and soul. When you built your machines or write a computer programme, do you feel your own soul lost in the agony of that prostitution, that desecration of language for practicality?

It is 3 am in the morning, and maybe I am just caught in a narcolepsy of meritocracy and pragmatism that I�ll wake up from, come the sane light of morning. And perhaps you think me strange for thinking of these things, but I guess at heart I�ve always been a bit out of this world, a bit removed. If idealism and dreams are a sin, let me never see the cold white light of heaven�s gates.

I just saw the news that Christopher Reeves died of heart failure T_T He was a brave man, to go on with his life as best he could despite his accident. Requiem aeternam, dona eis, Domine, et lux perpetua luceat eis.

~*~
I have this crazy urge to sit in the middle of the field behind my block with a flashlight at night, and just study there. I went for a walk just now to get away from the comp... and standing there with the sweetish scent of dew-drenched grass crushed beneath my feet, the crickets and frogs chorusing unseen, the dark blue expanse of sky hiding invisible stars from my light-accustomed eyes...

Peace would be to lay down on the grass and sink into blameless oblivion.

In other news, was so bored I drew a dragon today. I blame it on the fact that one of the guys we're studying for communication history is named Norbert.

Miles Away
(by Carol Ann Duffy)

I want you and you are not here. I pause
in this garden, breathing the colour thought is
before language into still air. Even your name
is a pale ghost and, though I exhale it again
and again, it will not stay with me. Tonight
I make you up, imagine you, your movements clearer
than the words I have you say you said before.

Wherever you are now, inside my head you fix me
with a look, standing here whilst cool late light
dissolves into the earth. I have got your mouth wrong,
but still it smiles. I hold you closer, miles away,
inventing love, until the calls of nightjars
interrupt and turn what was to come, was certain,
into memory. The stars are filming us for no one.

I just watched SG idol, this week's (I got someone to tape for me).

DIE, Jerry Ong, DIE. He just redefined really bad lor. If he really becomes the SG Idol, I don't want to be Singaporean liao.

So Unsexy
by Alanis Morissette

Oh these little rejections how they add up quickly
One small sideways look and I feel so ungood
Somewhere along the way I think I gave you the power to make
Me feel the way I thought only my father could

Oh these little rejections how they seem so real to me
One forgotten birthday I'm all but cooked
How these little abandonments seem to sting so easily
I'm 13 again, am I 13 for good?

I can feel so unsexy for someone so beautiful
So unloved for someone so fine
I can feel so boring for someone so interesting
So ignorant for someone of sound mind

Oh these little protections how they fail to serve me
One forgotten phone call and I'm deflated
Oh these little defenses how they fail to comfort me
Your hand pulling away and I'm devastated

When will I stop leaving baby?
When will I stop deserting baby?
When will I start staying with myself?

Oh these little projections how they keep springing from me
I jump my ship as I take it personally
Oh these little rejections how they disappear quickly
The moment I decide not to abandon me

Watched the musical version of "Love's Labour's Lost" on Channel i just now. So campy. Haha... the fact that I saw Geraldine McEwan (aka the evil hag from Robin Hood) prancing just made my day.

In other news, have a new computer! My old one exploded, apparently. Literally. O_O Don't ask me what I did to it, because I sure as hell don't have a clue. But I get a new 80gb HDD and 3ghz ram, I'm not complaining... files that were lost, *shrugs* Just too bad. Blank slate.

Make that definitely barking up the wrong tree. Damn I need to change my layout...

Maria: You know, all I ask of you is to just try to make me feel better. You know, be a guy or whatever...Forget it, I am obviously barking up the wrong tree.

(Maria to Michael, "Roswell")

Don�t you understand
After all these centuries
That war gives birth to war
War gives birth to war?
That�s how the murder plague grows
Unless we stop it.

(Adrian Mitchell)

I don't want to do my homework! Argh!

I have four papers due on the week before deadweek, plus one design project that I've barely started on! And I still haven't started studying for anything yet! *dies* Project work is fun, and the subjects are fun, but there just isn't enough time. I have this very bad feeling I'm going to go for my exams and smoke my way through. Another semester full of 'C's... damn sian.

Went to watch "Mama Mia!"... it's the Australian cast so I heard it wasn't as good as the West End or Broadway performances. It wasn't too bad. A bit on the campy and corny side, and not much of a plot to speak of, but no major peeves. I liked the characters Tanya and Rosie (the main chara's mom's friends), although Tanya reminded me very much of Lavina from "Private Parts" ^_^; And so does Tanya Chua. Hm... maybe they should just call the character Tanya the next time they stage "Private Parts"... heh.

Also, had a rather fun presentation on Friday. Would have been fun-ner, had the stupid lecturer been hung upside down from those meat hooks they have in slaughterhouses, and had her fat tongue gouged out (sorry, stupid people tend to make me murderous and vaguely psychotic). If it hadn't been a group project, I would have committed grade-suicide by telling her to shut the fuck up and done things my way, with total disregard for her. Oh wait, I already do that. Except for the telling her to fuck off in her face part.

I finally watched "Il Postino" yesterday night... and was so completely overwhelmed I couldn't form coherent thought for the next few hours.

Why was I in shock? I can't really say for sure. Maybe it was how astonishing it was that a person could affect another person so completely. Maybe it was the indescribable beauty of the depth of human emotions from a simple man like the postman Mario.

Dunno lar... maybe I just think too much. Ought to get me a lobotomy some day, probably save me lots of braincells that keep dying from me pondering inconsequential things.

I'm doing a presentation on Heavy Metal music culture. Was looking for stuff in the NTU lib OPAC, and every search result that was returned when I tried to use the keywords "heavy metal" were about lead poisoning in soils and materials construction. *SWEATDROPS*

...the perils of being in an engineering university.

Journalism is such an acutely depressing profession.

Now, even as a trainee journalist, from the way most people react when you ask them to grant interviews or contribute opinions, it's as if I suggested extracting all their teeth via their rectum or something. Why does it have to be so painful? And it's terribly depressing when people you know, however slightly, start treating you as if you have HIV that is contractable simply by talking to you.

Nobody ever trusts journalists. We study stereotypes in our own courses, and maybe it's some stupid subliminal way of educating us on how the world sees reporters and media ppl - as ruthless story-hungry unethical gossip mongers. And the worst thing about it is... I'm starting to get the feeling that the real world turns that stereotype into something closer to the truth than I am comfortable with.

What happens to those lofty ideals like "the people's right to know" and "watchdog of the government"? The nice theoretical crap we do in stupid level 1 modules?

I'm having a quarter-life crisis. Ignore me.

This is cute - a neurotic, maniac depressive webserver. Almost funnier than the angelfire Error 404 messages.

eXpressive: 5/10
Practical: 8/10
Physical: 3/10
Giver: 9/10

You are a RPIG--Reserved Practical Intellectual Giver. This makes you a Rock of Gibraltar.

You are loyal, kind, thoughtful and conscientious. You're a good person. You make everyone around you happier and better, even if you yourself are not at your happiest or best. You just care so much about your friends and loved ones that you can't help giving them everything of yourself. It can wear you out, but you'd never let on.

You're successful, smart and fun to be with, but your self-esteem could use some boosting. You don't like conflict, and you don't like demanding things for yourself, so you can feel unappreciated. But then you wonder if you don't deserve to be appreciated. You do!

You have many small crushes, but it takes you ages to get to a serious stage with someone. You get so caught up second-guessing yourself and worrying if the other person really *likes* likes you that you never dare to make the first move. Generally you end up with another clever RPIG who knows one when s/he sees one. This adds up to one long courtship. Fortunately this also adds up to one long marriage.

You would never cheat. You would never hurt anyone's feelings. You are so sympathetic and give so many second chances that it takes a lo-o-ong time for anyone to get on your bad side.

Your only problem is you can be *too* thoughtful -- you can end up worrying and getting hung up over nothing.

You may be a boy scout.

*snorts, chortles* Boy scout? Thoughtful? Yeah right, as if it really takes that long for someone to get on my bad side.

Take the quiz here.

Watched "The Terminal" today. It was an okay movie... nice, funny, but slightly forgettable I think. It really is Forrest Gump with an accent, and Viktor Navorski (Tom Hanks) has one problem in common with Gump - they both have a thing for loose women. Of course Hank's performance is good, as usual... I like him and his son Colin Hanks. But I think for me Stanley Tucci was more interesting (*shrug* I do like my antagonists). The nice thing about his character, is that his flaws are so human. He was a normal, pretty nice guy, until he got obsessed and became petty and selfish and... ridiculous.

52.38095238095238% of me is a huge nerd! How about you?

It's the literary references that did it, I swear. And the Warcraft, and the common sense, and really good tikum-ing skills.

Went to watch "Les Choristes" with - you guessed it - the choir people. Plot-wise, not the best film ever. I mean, "Dead Poets Society", "The Emperor's Club", "Mona Lisa's Smile", and now this - effectively all the major humanities and arts have been covered, and all with almost exactly the same storyline.

But the music... when boy soprano Jean-Baptiste Maunier sings, I melt. And shiver, and get goosebumps, etc. Plus, well, he's the living embodiment of 'bishounen' =P Worth watching if just for the music and cinematography ^_^

ELYOT: We were so ridiculously over in love.
AMANDA: Funny, wasn't it?
ELYOT [sadly]: Horribly funny.
AMANDA: Selfishness, cruelty, hatred, possessiveness, petty jealousy. All those qualities came out in us just because we loved each other.
ELYOT: Perhaps they were there anyhow.
AMANDA: No, it's love that does it. To hell with love.
ELYOT: To hell with love.
("Private Lives", by Noel Coward)

Sudden urge to re-read "Private Lives" even though I've got the Regeneration trilogy sitting on my shelf waiting to be read...

Anyway, today's choir outing was fun ^^ More sun than I'm used to, but that's ok. In need of major sleep though... went pubbing on Sunday night, then have to wake up so early for outing.

You absolutely have to read this - a review for a truly horrendously badly written book with the title "Night Travels of the Elven Vampire". I laughed so hard I think I scared my parents.

Got an email from an old friend today - a secondary school senior who I was pretty close to back then. Still met up with her like half a year ago, but anyway I got very irritated by the part where she asked me whether I had a boyfriend or not. I'm like, is that all you are interested in? Don't you want to know about my beliefs? Whether my view of the world has changed? My dreams, my hopes, my fears? Is that all my life is defined by to you, 'Have/Does not have a boyfriend'?!?!

< /end rant mode >

Anyway, my laptop CD drive has gone wonky. Tried fixing it by uninstalling and installing the drivers all over again, now there's a bit of an improvement - at least I can write stuff onto CDs and clear all the stuff that's happily sitting in my laptop. Just realised that choir stuff alone takes up about 4 GB o_O

The Sick Rose
by William Blake

O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm.
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

Woman, thy name is frailty. And stupidity, and soft-heartedness, and [insert synonyms for weakness]...

I didn't get the CS club main comm post! Yay!

Ok, I know this sounds really weird. But I have been stressing out over it for some time, and this solves my dilema about choir versus CS club ^___^ Major relief. This means I might actually be able to survive this academic year! So yes, celebrations are in store =D Besides, I served my purpose - my roomie got the job. Heh... double yay!

My first day on the job as one of the subeditors for Nan Yuan. Quite fun actually, despite the fact that staying in school til 10pm is kinda sucky. Lucky I don't stay that far away. I took like, almost 2 hours to do one page though ^^; So slow. Didn't help that my chinese is not exactly fantastic, so I can't really lessen their workloads by editing the story and writing the captions on my own. Thank you Pongz for being a kind and patient shifu... heh. I will endeavour to brush up on my chinese. (Maybe I should start blogging in Chinese! Haha...)

But Chron room is damn cold. Didn't help that I'm running a slight fever and I have a flu, but bobian, Chron sends to print this weekend. Damn why is everything due at the same time? Argh.

Mid-term exams, projects, and assignments coming up, Lawdy. (Hahaha... I've got "Elijah Rock" majorly stuck in my head.)

If I were a month, I'd be: December
If I were a day of the week, I'd be: Thursday
If I were a time of day, I'd be: a minute to midnight
If I were a planet, I'd be: Saturn
If I were a sea animal, I'd be: A clam
If I were a direction, I'd be: here
If I were a sin, I'd be: Pride
If I were a historical figure, I'd be: Socrates
If I were a liquid, I'd be: Mercury
If I were a tree, I'd be: Rowan. The witches' tree.
If I were a bird, I'd be: a crow
If I were a tool, I'd be: Screw. Because I'm fucking screwed if I don't finish my stupid article.
If I were a flower/plant: Lily of the valley. Sweet smelling, pretty, and also rather poisonous.
If I were a kind of weather: blizzard
If I were a mythical creature: hydra. so that all the voices in my head can have their own heads and leave mine alone *straight face*
If I were a musical instrument: flute. curious to know how it feels like to reach a soprano range :P
If I were an animal, I'd be: a wolf
If I were a color, I'd be: dull dark grey. like stormclouds.
If I were an emotion, I'd be: emptiness
If I were a vegetable, I'd be: a tomato. defying classification.
If I were a sound, I'd be: silence
If I were an element, I'd be: hm. *whips out periodic table* Ag?
If I were a car, I'd be: I don't really like cars
If I were a song, I'd be: Third Eye Blind's "Misfits"
If I were a movie, I'd be: The Talented Mr Ripley
If I were a book, I'd be: Alfian Sa'at's "A History of Amnesia"
If I were a food, I'd be: french fries dipped in ice-cream. an acquired taste.
If I were a place, I'd be: anywhere but here
If I were a material, I'd be: gossamer
If I were a taste, I'd be: mildly sweet
If I were a scent, I'd be: tangy... maybe something citrus-y
If I were a religion, I'd be: weird. hahaha...
If I were a word, I'd be: 'a'
If I were an object, I'd be: a lamp
If I were a body part, I'd be: eyes
If I were a facial expression, I'd be: contemplative
If I were a subject in school, I'd be: Literature or philosophy
If I were a cartoon character, I'd be: one of the tachikoma from "ghost in the shell" :P
If I were a shape, I'd be a: circle
If I were a number, I'd be: 13
If I were a disease, I'd be: love

Feeling a terrible sense of inertia. All I really want to do is curl up with that Terry Pratchett book I'm trying to finish, blast moody rock songs, and retreat into my own thoughts. Not write stupid articles about political farce and empty rhetoric, much less interview people to see how they feel about political farce and empty rhetoric. On second thought, maybe I shouldn't be reading that Pratchett book just yet, because it's all about journalism too.

University is such a wonderfully disillusioning experience.

Anyway, have been pretty bad-moody in general this week. Feeling all emotionally overwhelmed for the stupidest reasons, or overly sensitive at times. Didn't even realise that I'd snapped at Tjandra on Thursday until she came to ask me if she'd done something to make me angry. Oh dear... *apologises profusely to Tjandra again* Should probably stop listening to the angsty songs also.

...which leaves me with the option of curling up with my own depressing thoughts. Damn I need to acquire some better hobbies.

It's already the fifth week of school. Where the hell did all the time go?

Still feels like I'm just starting term, like starting to form project groups and doing homework. Guess my sense of time is all wacked - it probably seems like the start of school because choir practices have only just started getting on regularly and we're all settling down somewhat.

I'm behind in all my readings >_< Even the history module, which I usually try to read. Starting to feel the stress... *sigh* Why did the first semester of year one never feel like these last two semesters have? It just seemed like there was so much time back then and everything was all nice and balanced. Now I have a feeling of impending doom about the rest of the semester.

Your Brain Usage Profile:

Auditory : 43%
Visual : 56%
Left : 84%
Right : 15%

You are strongly left-hemisphere dominant and show somewhat of a preference for visual learning, a positive combination of styles.

Your left-hemisphere dominance implies that you are strongly organized, logical and detail-oriented. Visual preference indicates that you learn in an active, simultaneous multidimensional fashion.

With this pattern you would likely be good in fields such as engineering (why does everyone keep saying I think like an engineer?! *indignant*), architecture, drafting, computer graphics and the like. It is likely that you will find situations which demand auditory processing somewhat frustrating unless you can impose your own structures and categories while processing it.

Another possible barrier to using your talents to the fullest may be the excess attention that you can tend to give details in your day-to- day operations and learning. You can acknowledge the existence of "the bigger picture" but concentrate on the details and expect that the picture will emerge from the details themselves.

You strive towards goals and this, coupled with the active nature of your learning preference, creates a sense of you being "driven." Your tolerance of ambiguity is, at times, in conflict with your preference for the straight path and directness in everything. You tend to be as impatient with yourself as you are with others. (SO true)

You have enough auditory learning capability to somewhat balance your more natural chaotic learning style. It is likely that you "slide into" the more sequential auditory learning mode when you get frustrated with the amount of input to be processed.

You are somewhat likely to be driven and distracted (distracted by wha- Hey, butterfly!), but you have some capability for articulating and visualizing goals, which helps to reduce frustration. You can listen to others, but not without occasional agitation. There are times when your left hemisphere cannot categorize your learnings and place them in context, because that is the domain of the right hemisphere.

- Take the Brainworks test -

Got full marks for a pop quiz even though I skipped studying the night before to watch Olympics, lalalala~ *gloats*

*small voice at the back of my mind protests that the only disadvantage watching TV gave me was that I was very sleepy*

*said small voice is pummelled to death with a sledgehammer*

... not very sane, am I?

Watched a couple of episodes of "Ghost In The Shell" yesterday... the poor tachikomas! *sniffles* They were so cute... bring them back, damnit!

Finally found the trailer for this movie called "The Search for John Gissing". They've never released it properly, like in the cinemas or in DVD/VCD versions - they only released it for the Sarasota Film Festival and American Film Institute Festival. It's a film I've been wanting to watch since it's got Alan Rickman and Janeane Garofalo, but as I obviously don't have that kind of money to fly places to attend film festivals. (Which means I've seen Janeane Garofalo in another movie... hm. What movie was that? I don't remember watching "The Truth About Cats and Dogs"...) Anyway, you can watch the trailer here

In a design lecture about Fibonacci's sequence and Golden Mean. Feels like a rehash of "The Da Vinci Code" and all that stuff about the Divine Proportion. Kind of interesting how my non-school related reading these days seem to be of relevance to school anyway.

Now I'm having an immense, irrational urge to go borrow a stack of books on art history and development. Damn. My attention keeps jumping from one subject to the other, then back again in cyclical fashion... literature, philosophy, art, theatre, psychology, occultism, theology, music, sociology, astrology, biology, epistemology... It can't be good to have this many random interests, and to be so whole-heartedly fascinated with every one of them. I'm probably going to develop schizophrenia someday. If I haven't already.

Came upon this weird-assed site about a cartoon character called Foamy the Squirrel. Damn funny. One of my favourites, which seems to have been taken off due to lack of hosting space, is this: Creative Fastfood Ordering. Another one is this: Spell-a-casters.

Everybody saw the NTU sopranos' 10 secs of fame this afternoon on channel 8? Heh.

And horror of horrors, for a moment there Tanya Chua reminded me of Lavina from "Private Parts" - think it was the eyes, they have the same shape. Looks like wathing that play had more far-reaching effects than I expected...

Speaking of plays, went to watch the Paparazzi annual production yesterday. As tsewei and PJ said, it was all about neurotic people. The last play was good though - completely mad, but good. Kind of liked the second play too, the one with the woman who didn't love her husband, but couldn't bear if her husband loved someone else... I liked it because it was so duh. Heh. Humans are always such weird creatures, coming up with their own funny logic.

Yesterday was the welcome tea for the new choir members. More people from my faculty! Yay!

Just seems so weird to suddenly have so many new faces. And considering the new members now make up about half of our choir, we have a lot of new people around. Am going to have trouble remembering names for a while I think... *sweatdrops*

First practice was ok, I guess, considering everything. (But the new tenors have major pitching problems >_<;;;) I forgot to tell Loong we ought to do warmups before we started our first sectionals, and as it turns out, half the new altos can't sight-sing. We'll see how it goes lar... I think they sounded slightly better than us when we first started out :P Looks like we've got slightly more happening people this year too... and yes, Celine, that includes your crazy JC friends ^^

Yes, I've changed the background music. I was irritating myself with the previous music.

I have homework to do. So much that I'm not sure where to start >_< It's only the 3rd week of school! This is madness!

*mopes, sulks, wastes more precious time complaining than actually doing homework*

And it's already 2pm. I have been sitting here in denial of homework for the past 2 hours. Damn.

MIRABELLA: I need to know. I need to know what your answer would have been. Maybe it was the wrong place, the wrong time, but it was the right question. (pauses, looks down, then raises her head to look at Warren) Could you have loved me?
WARREN: (Sighs) Why is it so important to you? What difference can it make now?
MIRABELLA: All the difference. Was I that wrong about you? Did I see something that wasn't there? I've always been so sure of everything. Were you the one honest man I hoped for? Or were you just one more betrayal?
("Private Parts", by Michael Chiang)

Would it be very weird for me to say I identify a lot with Mirabella? Hm.

Love
by Pablo Neruda

What's wrong with you, with us,
what's happening to us?
Ah our love is a harsh cord
that binds us wounding us
and if we want
to leave our wound,
to separate,
it makes a new knot for us and condemns us
to drain our blood and burn together.

What's wrong with you? I look at you
and I find nothing in you but two eyes
like all eyes, a mouth
lost among a thousand mouths that I have kissed, more beautiful,
a body just like those that have slipped
beneath my body without leaving any memory.

And how empty you went through the world
like a wheat-colored jar
without air, without sound, without substance!
I vainly sought in you
depth for my arms
that dig, without cease, beneath the earth:
beneath your skin, beneath your eyes,
nothing,
beneath your double breast scarcely
raised
a current of crystalline order
that does not know why it flows singing.
Why, why, why,
my love, why?

I'm reading the entire collection of Michael Chiang plays instead of doing my readings during this long weekend. So terrible =P

The sad thing about having a class where there's a computer and an internet connection is that I always end up blogging instead of actually listening to the tutor.

Another newswriting and reporting class. Another semester of being forced to pretend to be interested in reading the Straits Times. Another semester of having "if it bleeds it leads" drummed into us. Even though this tutor is actually quite nice and she's pretty interesting. I don't think I'll ever become a newspaper journalist... it's so depressing. How does one ever find faith in the human race when you're exposed constantly to the ugliness of human race, and you know of people who rejoice in such ugliness and negativity? (we've just been told of a crime reporter who prayed for someone to die every night).

Went to watch "Private Parts" yesterday with PJ, Celine, Tsewei and Jon - it was damn funny! The script was good, even though the directing was a bit unimaginative, and I thought the actors really managed to engage the audience. Mirabella's (Christian Lee) lines were so full of double entendres and puns... so sweatdrop-inducing. And Lavina (Kevin Murphy) was damn super pretty. But despite the fact that it was a rather long play (over 2 hours) I still felt that there wasn't enough time for the actors to really explore their characters fully - all they managed to do was skim very lightly over the surface of these very complex people. For example I found Edward (Yeo Yann Yann) a very underplayed character, and Mirabella could have benefited from more solid fleshing out. But I was pleasantly surprised with Christian Lee's performance - I hadn't quite expected that much sensitivity and intensity after I saw him in the Channel 5 short film "Love Poetry". $60 well spent, I think =)

And since my enetation doesn't seem to be working... To kristi: That would be "A Window To The Past". I suggest getting a free mp3 recorder from the Net and recording the song from the AOL website.

School has started for a week, yet for me it hasn't - not really. For the entire week I've only gone for two lectures, and one of them was my own initiative for a makeup lecture. Also went for a tutorial, and that wasn't even a class I'm taking - I just went because I'm contemplating taking it and wanted to see what it was all about. I have had legitimate excuses to skip class all week, and it feels really weird.

But on Monday, the school really starts. Tutorials, readings, assignments; rushing from class to class; helping out at the choir auditions and getting one week to rest my voice from singing. And the only thing worse is, I'm in a terribly indecisive mood and still haven't confirmed all the subjects I want to take! I have til Thursday to decide if I want to take both poetry workshop and the public relations practicum, one of them, or neither. And I really want to take both, but I think the workload will kill me (because effectively I'd be taking 29 hours of classes per week >_<)

ARGH. I'm not usually this indecisive! Damn damn damn damn damn.

Went back to VJ today to visit the teachers and have a look at how the school has changed since I was last there. Everything's still pretty much the same, except they've now got stainless steel tables and chairs (and a garden swing) all over the places, with canvas umbrellas to give some shade. Looks like freaking Starbucks gone wrong now, but other than that not much. Couple of new teachers (didn't see Peiwen though) and most of my teachers seemed to be busy with some meeting or another since College Day is coming soon. And crashed the new Writers' Circle ex-co meeting just to say hi to Christina's brother and kachiao the juniors a bit. =P Is it just me, or are the girls' skirts getting shorter each year?

I think the ant poison I've set around has expired or something. Or all the ants are in the last throes of madness before they die, because they have gone completely, utterly and totally nuts. They are totally disinterested in my food, and instead they actually swarmed over a bottle of plain boiled water. And they've been trying to get into my toothpaste, face wash, soap, floor cleaner, dishwashing liquid... etc. What are they trying to do, organise a freaking spring cleaning?!

I can't believe I'm actually sort of looking forward to school starting. Think I've gotten bored of my usual holiday activities (reading books I meant to read and watching movies I meant to watch but never got down to, meeting up with people, reading and writing fanfic...) The only thing I'll miss is being able to sleep at insane hours and wake up whenever I like.

Timetable is still a mess though. Not looking forward to the madness of fixing the great gaping hole of free time in the middle of my week, but to tahan through an entire semester of that timetable will murder me. *sigh*

h4x0rz sP34k |0rd of t3h R1n6zoR!

[At Bilbo's 111th Birthday]
Merry: "Omg, I pwn"
Pippin: "Sif, I pwn"
**Rocket goes off
Gandalf: "soiled!"

Bilbo: "This = shiz, bai foos"
Bilbo has left the server
Frodo: "***!?"

[later, in Bag End]
Gandalf: "Give teh ringz0r to Frodo"
Bilbo: "Sif! It r precious!"
Gandalf: "STFU NOOB!!!"
Bilbo: "ok"
Gandalf has logged on as admin
Bilbo has been kicked from The Shire

**Later
Gandalf: "Show me teh ring, foo!"
**Gandalf rides out, does some research, comes back
Gandalf: "OMGZ, it R teh ring!"
Frodo: "***?"
Gandalf has logged on as admin
Frodo has been kicked from The Shire
Sam has been kicked from The Shire

[At Isengard]
Gandalf: "sup dawg, i r g4nd4lf da gr3y!"
Saruman: "Foo! U R teh noob!"
Gandalf: "***?!"
Saruman: "Sauron pwns joo!"
Gandalf: "Sif, I R leet"
**Sarumon beats the **** out of Gandalf
Saruman: "soiled!"

[on the road to Bree]
Merry: "look foos, shrooms!"
Pippin: "Woot! Shrooms!"
Frodo: "Ph34r!"
Sam: "Shrooms!"
Frodo: "PH34R!1!1"
**black rider stops, sniffs, goes past
Frodo: "OMG, packetloss!"

[Bree, in the Inn of the Prancing Pony]
**Frodo is drinking and dancing on a table, then slips
Frodo has left the server
Frodo has connected to the server
Frodo: "OMGz, dc'd"
Aragorn: "OMG, noobz"

[at Weathertop]
Merry: "Mmm, shrooms!"
**MERRY IS BROADCASTING HIS IP ADDRESS!!!
Frodo: "Foos! Ph34r teh haxorz"

**the black riders attack
Merry: "OMG!!!"
Sam: "O.M.G!!!11"
Pippin: "***"
Frodo has left the server
**head nazgul stabs Frodo's ghost
Frodo has connected to the server
Frodo: "***... hax!"
**Aragorn lraps into the fray with a flaming brand
Aragorn: "PH34r!!!!!!"
Merry: "LOLOL flamed! "

[on the road to Rivendell]
Aragorn: "ZOMG!Arwen!"
**Arwen rides up
Aragorn: "A/S/L? Wanna net secks?"
Arwen: "Sif! *** is up with Frodo?"
Sam: "teh leet Hax0r "
Arwen: "Firewall?"

**Arwen rides off with Frodo, the nazgul give chase. Arwen crosses the ford at Rivendell.
Arwen: "PH34R!! My dad pwns urs!"
**nazgul start to cross
Arwen: "LOLOLOLO noobs!!1!"
**the ford rises up and washes the nazgul away
Warning: Connection Problems Detected
nazgul has disconnected
nazgul has disconnected
nazgul has disconnected
nazgul has disconnected
nazgul has disconnected
nazgul has disconnected
nazgul has disconnected
Arwen: "Pwnt"

[at the Council of Elrond]
Gimli: "dwarves pwn!"
Legolas: "Sif, Elves pwn!"
Boromir: "OLOLOL noobs, men pwn!"
Elrond: "STFU tards!!1!"
**Frodo puts the ring on the plinth
Gimili: "Sif ring pwns all!"
**Gimli swings his axe at it, which shatters
Elrond: "**sigh, noob"

[Frodo meets up with Bilbo]
Bilbo: "OLOL, me = 10th level thief!"
Frodo: "OMG, u r teh pwn!"
Bilbo: "Do u still have teh ringz0r?"
**Frodo shows Bilbo the One Ring
Bilbo: "OMG u tard, I want to TK you!"
Frodo: "sif!"
Bilbo: "ph34r my mithril"

[The Fellowship leaves Rivendell]
**Gandalf leads the fellowship through the mountains
Legolas: "ZOMG, leet gfx!"
Gimli: "I R dropping frames! FFS"
**There's an avalanche which threatens to knock them off the shelf
Gimli: "Gandalf, teh draw distance is too far!1!!1"
Gandalf: "**Sigh. Moria?"
Gimli votes to change map to Moria
Votes 4 of 4 required
Legolas: "lolol Gimli, time to upgrade!"

[The fellowship approaches the gates of Moria]
Gandalf: "FFS, its too hard! Anyone got a walkthrough?"
**The gates of Mordor open, but the Guardian attacks!
Frodo: "OMG! ph34r!"
Boromir: "GL HF"
Aragorn [broadsword] guardian
Legolas [arrow] guardian
Gandalf: "gg"

[The fellowship enters the mines of Moria]
Gimli: "OMG!!!! soiled!"

**After travelling some time in the dark the Fellowship come to a chamber with a large well
Gandalf: "teh bookz0r has some clues!"
**Merry knocks a skeleton in armour down the well
Gandalf: "OMG! noob!"
Merry: "d'oh"
**The fellowship hears the ork drums
Boromir: "***?"
Aragorn: "***?"
Frodo: "..."
Gandalf: "Oh ffs >.<"
**the fellowhip shores up the doors as the orks come
Boromir: "TEAMS FFS!"
Aragorn [broadsword] ork
Gimli [axe] ork
Legolas [arrow] ork
Aragorn [broadsword] ork
Aragorn [broadsword] ork
Boromir [broadsword] ork
Gimli [axe] ork
Gimli [axe] ork
ork: "OMG! h4x!"
Gimli: "soiled"!
Legolas [arrow] ork
Legolas [arrow] ork
Legolas: "i love the dick!!"
Boromir [broadsword] ork
Gimli [axe] ork
Gimli: "Foos!"
Legolas [arrow] ork
ork: "ffs, wallhax!"
**The cavetroll enters the chambers destroying the doors
Gandalf: "Oh ffs!"
Boromir: "Omg, its teh boss!"
Aragorn: "Sif noob, we're not at teh end yet!"
**Cavetroll slams Boromir and Aragorn out of the way, and then skewers Frodo
Sam: "OMG!"
Gandalf: "OMG!"
Aragorn: "omg, pwn!"
**Legolas jumps on the cavetroll and shoots arrows down into its head Legolas [arrow] cavetroll
Ork: "OMG! soiled!"
Gimli: "LOLOOLOL! noobs"
**The fellowship then runs through Moria, chased the whole way by a horde of orks
Boromir: "FFS! Teams, foos!"
**A flaming shadow starts to follow them, and the orks withdraw
Aragorn: "Now THIS is teh boss!"
Gandalf: "OMG!"
**The fellowship take to long flights of stairs that are starting to crumble and fall. Orks shoot at them with arrows.
Legolas: "i love the dick, noobs. Chex0r this out!1!"
Legolas [arrow] ork
Legolas [arrow] ork
ork: "AIMBOT!"
ork: "turn it off!"
Legolas: "lolol!"
**The fellowship crosses a bridge, Gandalf stops to confront the balrog
Gandalf: "joo shall not pass!"
Balrog: "***?"
Gandalf: "JOO SHALL NOT PASS!"
Balrog: "Sif, noob"
**Gandalf strikes the bridge with his staff, cracking it and causing it to break under the Balrog's weight
Balrog: "ZOMG! soiled!"
Frodo: "OMG! Gandalf!"
**The Balrog falls and in a last act of defiance strikes out with its whip, entangling Gandalf
Gandalf: "D'oh"
Frodo: "OMG, joo foo!"
Gandalf: "fly u foos, fly!"
**Gandalf lets go and follows the Balrog into the crevass Gandalf has left the server Balrog has disconnected

[After escaping Moria the fellowship finds itself in Loth Lorien] **The fellowship rests, and in the night Frodo speaks with Galadriel
Galadriel: "For a noob, u r teh leet!"
Frodo: "Sif. I don't want teh ringz0r. Do u want teh ringz0r?"
Galadriel: "******! SIF I want teh ringz0r. I have enough h4x of my own!1"

[The fellowship leaves Loth Lorien and sets out via river]
Saurman: "ph34r my army of uruk hai! Go outz0r, find teh hobbitz and pwnz0r them!" uruk hai: "leet!"

[stopping at the banks of the river, the Fellowship sets up camp] **Frodo goes off looking for firewood, Boromir follows and confronts him
Boromir: "Gimmie teh ringz0r so ** hax can fight teh boss!"
Frodo: "Sif, foo. Punkbuster will pwn joo!"
Boromir: "Naw, we play on non-pb servers"
Frodo: "STFU noob"
Frodo has left the server
Boromir: "***! FRODO! Bring teh ringz0r back, faghat!"

**A group of Uruk Hai encounter Boromir
Boromir: "OH FFS, TEAMS!!"
Uruk Hai [arrow] Boromir
Uruk Hai [arrow] Boromir
Uruk Hai [arrow] Boromir
Uruk Hai [arrow] Boromir
Uruk Hai [arrow] Boromir
Uruk Hai [arrow] Boromir
Uruk Hai [arrow] Boromir
Uruk Hai [arrow] Boromir
Boromir: "****ing campers"
**Aragorn comes across the battle
Aragorn: "Boromir joo noob! ***!"
Uruk Hai: "Hah, pwn!"
Aragorn [broadsword] Uruk Hai
Aragorn: "I bring joo teh pwn!"
**Aragorn goes to Boromir
Boromir: "Damn lag!"
Warning: Connection problems detected
Boromir has disconnected
Aragorn: "FFS!"

[Frodo returns to the bank of the river where he gets into a boat. Sam 'sees' him]
Sam: "Frodo! ***! Invisibility h4x!"
Frodo has connected to the server
Frodo: "Sam, STFU and FOAD!"
Sam: "Sif!"
Frodo: "Oh, ffs n00b!"

3Nd!!!!1

*dies laughing*

Had Fright Night on Thursday night. I'm actually the station master, so I didn't have to dress up. But because the place was really big, I ended up having to do a Sadako thing (ie hair all over my face, dressed in flowing white cloth, some freaky makeup) to point the freshies towards the entrance of the drain-thingy we were using.

It all went pretty well at first... until one of the professors decided he wanted to play too. He's nice lar, always treating us to dinner, then he'll pop by when we're studying for exams at school and buy snacks for us that kind of thing. But basically he was like, parting my curtain of hair and peering at me going "Who's that? Is that...?" And I was all >_<;;;; HE VERY JIEK AAT.

But in all... quite successful. The first Orientation Group that went by, we managed to make almost everyone scream, even the guys *victory sign* And the Head Programmers came along to play and screamed too... heh. Unfortunately some freshie got herself locked in the toilet and they had to get campus security to cut down the door, so all the ghosts had to go into hiding (Fright Night is actually illegal, 'cause it's regarded sort of like hazing). By the time they were done it was almost daybreak, and anyway after waiting so long we also no mood lar.

It was a nice place though, the drain-thingy. The walls had this strange surface that reminded me of limestone caves, and it was very cooling and peaceful. Only problem was the cockroaches... yeuch.

Human Cluedo tonight has led me to conclude that this batch of freshies are scary. Maybe it's just this bunch who've joined the FoC, but they started railing at the seniors and standing up to make speeches when they thought the screw-up was real. And after we told them we were just acting, some yelled, scolded us, cried... Over-reacting. Majorly. I suppose you could also call it being 'dynamic' or whatever, or you could say they really take things very seriously. Well, after we'd explained to them that it was only a game things went on according to plan... I suppose you might even say it was a success because we managed to dupe them completely.

But I have this nagging feeling... The previous year, the "conflict" was a relationship-related problem. This time, the crux of the matter was funds for the camp being stolen. Maybe people just get more agitated when it has something to do with material possessions...?

I have the room all to myself again! Yay! *contented sigh*

You are an SRDF--Sober Rational Destructive Follower. This makes you a font of knowledge. You are cool, analytical, intelligent and completely unfunny. Sometimes you slice through conversation with a cutting observation that causes silence and sidelong glances. You make a strong and lasting impression on everyone you meet, the quality of which depends more on their personality than yours.

You may feel persecuted, as you can become a target for fun. Still, you are focused enough on your work and secure enough in your abilities not to worry overly.

You are productive and invaluable to those you work for. You are loyal, steadfast, and conscientious. Your grooming is impeccable. You are in good shape.

You are kind of a tool, but you get things done. You are probably a week away from snapping.

I think that makes me... Snape. *laughs* Get yours here

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Age:
House:	Gryffindor
Animagus Form:	Panther
Speciality:	Potions
Pet:	Owl
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Quidditch Position:	Keeper

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Woah. Is that even possible?

That unopenable door on JK Rowling's site with the 'Do Not Disturb' sign can be opened now... and it opens to a brick wall. Took me forever to figure out the combination, even after watching Philosopher's Stone again.

She's bloody brilliant, but it still makes me want to choke her sometimes.

I don't know about the new Book 6 title though... sounds a bit dodgy somehow. Almost as dodgy as "Pillar of Storg�" or "Green Flame Torch". But never mind about the title - when is she going to finally release the freaking book?!

Am supposed to be giving out orientation packages to the ickle firsties, and they all live in ulu places, and I don't have a fucking car (and I hate cars and I hate driving) so it's going to be a fucking pain in the ass getting there. Bloody hell. *annoyed* These morons better be worth my while.

Random poetry day!

Cardboard
by Alfian bin Sa'at

Trembling, as if drenched in blood,
Her fingers slide across
The whispering surfaces of cardboard.

She folds them, as if they were her mother's bridal gowns.
With the tenderness of a storyteller after the final chapter
And the final truth.

Curiously crooked,
She could live in a box,
Crouched like a foetus.

Aching with ancient pains
In old joints
Wind dribbles through one fist
Hope dribbles through the other
Another box collapses...

On the day she folds her own coffin
Out of cardboard, from a box
Labelled "Fragile handle with care"
I only pray that "This side up"
Points heavenwards.

I just heard the stream of the soundtrack for "Prisoner of Azkaban"! I want! (You can hear it here by the way, but you need to download the AOL player.)

Other than the fact that the first minute or so was wasted on 'Hedwig's Theme' again, and it's missing that jaunt music Lupin put on during the Boggart scene, it sounds like a nice and rather enjoyable CD. Sounds like quite a number used medieval instruments or something, like 'Double Trouble' and 'A Window to the Past' (lovely haunting flute solo). And then there's the jazzy Knight Bus piece and the grand orchestra of 'Buckbeak's Flight' (seems like all the winged creatures in each movie get a piece named after them)... and the wordless-choir for 'Patronus Light'. As with the previous soundtracks the thematic material of the main song ('Double Trouble', in this case) gets repeated in many of the other tracks, but it wasn't as bad as the first album.

LUPIN: So, Neville, what are you afraid of?
NEVILLE: Everything?
LUPIN: Besides that?
NEVILLE: Professor Snape.
LUPIN: Snape it is then! Make your fears funny and therefore harmless!
NEVILLE: *changes Snape into Drag Queen Grandma Snape*
DRAG QUEEN GRANDMA SNAPE: RUNS in my STOCKINGS? FIFTY POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!
RON: *changes giant spider into giant roller-skating spider*
PARVATI: *changes a snake into a GIANT SCARY CLOWN JACK-IN-THE BOX*
HARRY: Dude, you�re not helping.
LUPIN: Go on, Harry! I�m sure none of the things you�ve witnessed in your life would give the other students heart attacks at all!
HARRY: *conjures a dementor*
LUPIN: AHHH! CANCEL CANCEL CANCEL!

DRACO (writing):
Mr. Harry Potter
Draco Potter
Draco Malfoy-Potter
Mr. and Mr. Malfoy-Potter
DRACO/HARRY SHIPPERS: YAY!
DRACO: *crumples up paper, starts over, sends over Origami Crane of Pigtail-Pulling*
THE NOTE:
Dear Potter,
HA HA!
EVERYONE ELSE: *leaves*
SNAPE [shouting after them]: WEREWOLVES WEREWOLVES WEREWOLVES!

Courtesy of "Prisoner of Azkaban in 15 minutes". The first few scenes were unfunny, but there were some gems in there.

Just posted Chapter 11 of fanfic... I do not like fanfic.net's new posting interface, especially when it eats up all my HTML.

I finally remembered that I had a copy of "Tuesdays with Morrie" with me, and read it. Nice book! =) Reminded me of Fanthorpe's poem "Tomorrow and", although her professor was a much lonelier man. I think Morrie sounds like a fascinating person to know. How I wish there were more professors/teachers like that in the world. His ideas were all really nice, if a bit idealistic, but I suppose death is entitled to that bit of idealism.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day.
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.

("Macbeth", William Shakespeare)

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Watched "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban" again! Must admit, after waiting so long for this next instalment, finally watching it for the first time left me a bit... empty? Maybe I was expecting too much out of it. But watching it a second time yesterday was far better � probably since I already knew what was going to happen, and of course the company somehow made every joke ten times funnier (don�t ask me why). We missed the opening sequence though, and that in my opinion was one of the good parts of the show... oh well.

Sleepy... well not exactly. Logic tells me I should be sleepy, but I'm very awake despite the fact that I had only about 2 hours of unrestful sleep.

Fright Night for seniors' camp yesterday, seriously misjudged the time, so me and Tsewei ended up sitting there forever, waiting for some thing interesting to happen. As it turned out, we sat there til almost 5am before the people finally came to our station and they were too zonked out by then to have much reaction. Then I went for the debriefing, half asleep by then, and went back to my room to catch a bit of shut-eye (had to wait for the laundry at JP to open to collect stuff) before heading back home. And now I'm quite awake, strangely. Think I should really attempt to take a nap, otherwise Snape or no Snape I think I will be very blur during Harry Potter later... (yup, I'm watching it again - with my other family! Heh.)

Yay! I'll have my room and my roomie back next acad year! *glee*

Prisoner of Azkaban starts today! I'm watching it tmr with my family... *glee*

Went to Bugis yesterday. The most amazingly bad idea ever. Way too many people 'cause of all those shops that sell incense and buddhist stuff, plus Guan Yin Tang in the vicinity. The rest of the week has been spent walking around aimlessly and reading the fifth installment of The Dark Tower Septology... there were so many Star Wars and Harry Potter references - snitches have become deadly explosive killing machines and come with a label that says "Harry Potter Model; serial 465-11-AA-HPJKR". And the Wolves of the Calla fight with light sabres. *amused*

Timetable is giving me a headache. *scowls* Yes, it's all settled and there's nothing I can do but wait for add-drop period and hope for a miracle, but now there's still the GEs to fuss over. Why is it every subject that does not have an exam clashes with the stupid CS222 or CS223? (Ok fine, I'm lazy... but they're relevant slacker subjects, like Digital Media & Visual Arts or Aesthetic Use of 2D Media...) In the end put Art Therapy and some vocal-training sounding thing as 2nd and 3rd choice... have no idea what to do with the vocal training one if I actually do get it. Eeks! (Heh.)

Another movie spree today... heh. Watched "Stuck On You", "Mona Lisa�s Smile", "Peter Pan" (again) and "Dancer in the Dark" (I can�t believe it took me this long to get my hands on this).

Despite being a Farrelly Brothers' production, "Stuck On You" was a pretty nice show about sibling-love. No distasteful dumb-and-dumber-ish gags, thankfully, though a bit of the humour was still a bit... erm. Matt Damon was very aww-inducing as the shy and homey Bob, but what was with that haircut? And how do identical twins end up one brunette and one blond, and neither resembling each other?

"Mona Lisa�s Smile" was dreadfully boring. Only so many times you can rehash "Dead Poets Society" after all. Lovely cast, but the plot had nothing new to offer, and wasn�t even inspiring. And it all reminded me of that stupid Barbara Bush's speech we had to study for Speech class *makes face*

Shan�t start on "Peter Pan", because I�ll be gushing and incredibly paedophilic.

"Dancer In The Dark"... a year 2000 movie I somehow never got around to watching. I spent a lot of the movie feeling slightly nauseous from the jerky camera movement, my head aching from the discordant pounding of the touching yet very avant garde music that was the quintessence of Bj�rk. Every emotion was just there, raw, painful and bleeding, no fancy camera work or computer graphics to soften the impact of Selma(Bj�rk)�s very really pain or the harshness of her reality. Neither was there anything to shield the audience from the baseness of humankind � greed, guilt, superiority, fake charity, selfishness � all there, in full uncensored unembellished �glory�.

I was on a movie spree today � rented and watched "Second-hand Lions" (which I really wanted to watch because of Haley Joel Osment all grown up but somehow didn�t manage to catch), "Down With Love" and "Punch-Drunk Love".

It was a very enjoyable 5 and a half hours, but the movie that really made an impression was "Punch-Drunk Love". It�s one of those precious few movies that Adam Sandler makes that I actually find watchable. It was a rather accurate take on the mixed up gender roles of today, and stylistically it was an unusual and refreshing movie. I loved the way the discordant soundtrack, kinda quirky and awkward, suited Adam Sandler�s character Barry. And when he started to feel the pressure from all the demands made upon him this annoying drum rift would start up, the rhythm matching his bursts of violent bathroom/glass smashing, and you could really feel that frustration. There are some very amateurish camera shots in this one which I found gave a very home-video view from the shoulder kind of feeling, and I thought the jarring multicoloured transitions � so starkly out of place � conveyed the sense of unconformity and discordance of the switched gender roles really well.

It was the story of a man getting bombarded right left and centre with expectations of how he, as a man, was supposed to behave, and feeling so terribly inadequate trying live up to what others demanded and living down what others assumed of him. Barry wasn�t an everyman kind of character � he was a subnormal downtrodden oddball one. A toilet plumbing equipment salesman with seven sisters who enjoyed telling embarrassing stories about their ickle baby brother and not realising the embarrassment they brought (don�t you just hate these stupid relatives?) and strange reasons for doing things. A man finding himself starting a relationship with a woman more suited to the so-called "male" role in their relationship, and being harassed by a pushy con-woman who sent some thugs on his heels. I may not be able to empathise with him and in fact I would in all likelihood be one of the women that frustrate men like him. But he was definitely pitiable.

And well, the modern man has it really tough. Ok, so women have to be the career woman and the mother. But the men have to be the provider-protector, the macho cool (and therefore irresponsible?) �one-of-the-guys�, the sensitive and understanding partner; they have to be aggressive, tough and strong, yet they�ve gotta be feeling, perceptive, transparent and compromising � practically mutually exclusive roles. And they have to do all that without having the excuses like PMS and mood swings and "I�m the weaker sex" to give them avenues to whine and cry and bitch and vent their frustrations. When Barry really lost it and started smashing things up and yelling expletives at his sister, I was totally cheering him on. I think he was better for it, for letting loose. And the ending was one sweet happy ending that I agreed with � him accepting that that was that, and being himself.

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La Muerta

Yay! Happens to be my favourite colour of the moment. (It's dark red, in case you can't really see it on my background.) *beams* Pretty interesting thing to think up... someone was definitely bored. Heh.

Went back to the hostel yesterday, and found someone else had moved in. Apparently because my roomie moved out, they couldn't let me have the room to myself, and now there's a China girl in there.

She's got far too many things! Ok, I understand that she's all alone away from her home country, but she's perfectly entitled to have things as long as they don't end up all in my side of the room as well - and frankly, right now I have about enough space to sit in my chair and that's it. She moved my stuff away from where it was originally, so she could put her shelf and her fridge. She's got stinking shoes (at about nose level) on the shelves my roomie used to put her soap and bathing stuff, and she's taken up my shelves as well to put her dustpan and other cleaning things. I can't open my cupboard doors without having to shove luggage out of the way. She dries her wet clothes on a portable rack thingy instead of behind the bathroom like everyone else, and the whole room now has that musty stuffy smell of wet clothes. And she insists on shutting the blinds for goodness knows what reason, so the room is all dark and stuffy.

ARGH!!!!!!!!

Came back from choir practice last night at like, 10pm or so, and she was already asleep, so couldn't do much 'cause I didn't want to wake her. This morning she woke at about 7 and started shifting stuff around, turned on the lights (and closed the blinds - like, duh! Why not just leave the blinds open and get some good clean fresh air as well as natural light?) and started studying. Glory good sakes and lords above it's the freaking holidays! And she's so quiet that when I greet her she looks at me strangely and gives a barely audible answer, and doesn't look up from her books when I said bye. Hmph.

Now my one refuge away from home has been desecrated by the presence of a mugger with too many worldly possessions *growl* Can I have my real roomie back, please?

Choir appreciation last night... weather was so humid and unbearable. Got the food, went to see Dhika off at the airport, then went back to Loong's place to help with preparation. And after preparing food for the afternoon, I was too sick of the food and lost my appetite, so spent the rest of the evening hiding in the aircon-ed comfort of the house :P (Loong's house is very nice! *grin*)

Went out with dreamcatcher today, just to hang out... sat at Starbucks for a couple of hours chatting. (Isn't it simply obscene how a cup of coffee can cost more than a meal?) It's nice meeting up with old friends, just finding out what is happening in their lives and all that.

I remember saying I should make a list of all my favourite books one day when I am free and really bored. Well, I am. And I�ll do movies too, some time when I am bored again�

A Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess
A Midsummer Night�s Dream by William Shakespeare
Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger
Dracula by Bram Stoker
Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
Fight Club by Chuck Palahnuik
Greenwitch by Susan Cooper
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets by J. K. Rowling
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by J. K. Rowling
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix by J. K. Rowling
Harry Potter and the Philosopher�s Stone by J. K. Rowling
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban by J. K. Rowling
History of Amnesia by Alfian bin Sa�at
Interview with the Vampire by Anne Rice
It by Stephen King
King Lear by William Shakespeare
Les Liaisons Dangereuses by Choderlos de Laclos
Lost Hearts by M. R. James
Morning Glory by Lavyrle Spenser
Needful Things by Stephen King
Nineteen-Eighty-Four by George Orwell
One Fierce Hour by Alfian bin Sa�at
Private Lives by N�el Coward
Regeneration by Pat Barker
Ripley�s Game by Patricia Highsmith
Ripley Underground by Patricia Highsmith
Ripley Under Water by Patricia Highsmith
Salem�s Lot by Stephen King
Silver on the Tree by Susan Cooper
Sprinting Through the Graveyard by Goran Simic
Taltos by Anne Rice
The Boy Who Followed Ripley by Patricia Highsmith
The Brown Hand by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
The Dark Is Rising by Susan Cooper
The Dead Girl by Guy de Maupassant
The Dead Zone by Stephen King
The Drawing of the Three by Stephen King
The Gamble by Lavyrle Spenser
The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy
The Gray King by Susan Cooper
The Gunslinger by Stephen King
The Handmaid�s Tale by Margaret Atwood
The Long Walk by Stephen King
The Mystery of the Two-Toed Pigeon by M. V. Carey
The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux
The Talented Mr. Ripley by Patricia Highsmith
The Vampire Lestat by Anne Rice
The Waste Lands by Stephen King
The Whitsun Weddings by Philip Larkin
The Witching Hour by Anne Rice
The Wizard and the Glass by Stephen King
The Winter Guest by Sharman MacDonald
To Kill A Mocking Bird by Harper Lee
Tommyknockers by Stephen King
Walking Into the River by Lorian Hemingway
White Fang by Jack London
Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte

Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all prepared their boats and left the island. Love was the only one who stayed behind. You see, Love wanted to wait until the last possible moment before leaving.

The island was almost sunk, and Love decided to ask for help.

Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, "Richness, can you take me with you?" Richness answered, "No, I can't. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you."

Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel, "Vanity, please help me!" "I can't help you Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat," Vanity answered.

Sadness was close by so Love asked for help, "Sadness, let me go with you." "Oh...Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!"

Happiness passed by Love too; Happiness did not hear the cry for help; for Happiness was so happy.

Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come Love, I will take you." It was an elder. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that Love forgot to ask the elder' s name.

When they arrived at dry land, the elder went on its way. Love, realizing how much it owed the elder asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who helped me?"

"It was Time," Knowledge answered. "Time?" asked Love, "But why did Time help me?" Knowledge smiled with deep Wisdom and answered, "Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is."

Unfortunately, what I really see from this little story is that:
a) Love is a damnable fool
b) Love is flighty and ditzy and blind
c) even Time got miffed and left Love alone in the end

Why God Never Received Tenure At Any University
(Got this thing from here... this one is with my own embellishments :P)

1. He had only one major publication.

2. It was in Hebrew.

3. It had no references, and wasn't in the correct research paper format

4. It wasn't published in a refereed journal.

5. Some even doubt that he wrote it himself. Plagarism!

6. It may be true that he created the world, but what other major contribution has he done since then?

7. His cooperative efforts have been quite limited.

8. The scientific commitee had a hard time replicating his results.

9. He never applied to the ethics board to get permission to use human subjects.

10. When one experiment went awry he tried to cover it up by drowning the subjects.

11. When subjects didn't behave as predicted, he deleted them from the sample.

12. He rarely came to class, just told the students to read the books.

13. Some say he had his son teach the class.

14. He expelled his first two students for learning.

15. Although there were only ten requirements, most students failed his tests.

16. His office hours were infrequent and usually held on a mountain top, in the desert, or in a burning bush.

17. If his students question his methods, he grades them rather harshly (and corporal punishment is largely frowned upon).

I've finally updated my HP fanfic! Yay. Chapter 10 up, Chapter 11... very far away =P

New Prisoner of Azkaban trailer! It's totally cool! I am so fangirling that ickle 14 year old by the name of Daniel Radcliffe ^__________^ Check it out here - it's kinda dark, but, still, woah. =)

I am making this statement as an act of wilful defiance of military authority, because I believe the war is being deliberately prolonged by those who have the power to end it.

I am a soldier, convinced that I am acting on behalf of soldiers. I believe that this war, upon which I entered as a war of defence and liberation has now become a war of aggression and conquest. I believe that the purposes for which I and my fellow soldiers entered upon this war should have been so clearly stated as to have made it impossible to change them, and that, had this been done, the objects witch actuated us would now be attainable by negotiation.

I have seen and endured the suffering of the troops, and I can no longer be a party to prolong these sufferings for ends which I believe to be evil and unjust. I am not protesting against the conduct of the war, but against the political errors and insincerity's for which the fighting men are being sacrificed.

On behalf of those who are suffering now I make this protest against the deception which is being practised on them; also I believe that I may help to destroy the callous complacence with which the majority of those at home regard the continuance of agonies which they do not share, and which they have not sufficient imagination to realise.

Second Lieutenant S. Sassoon
31 July 1917

A letter written during the first World War it may be, but it is a letter that has a growing significance in the times we live in... *sigh* You know something sucky is going on when even cartoon strips start taking a stand... for more information, check out the series about Rob's cousin in Get Fuzzy.

"It's as if all other wars had somehow distilled themselves into this war, and that makes it something you almost can't challenge. It's like a very deep voice saying, 'Run along, little man. Be thankful if you survive." ~Wilfred Owen

So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania! Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado! Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California! But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia! Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee! Let freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"

(Martin Luther King, Jr)

As you can tell, exams are over *maniacal grin*

Sat in the NIE library the whole day - I declare it's my newest favourite hangout. It's so pretty!

Well it's closing now...have never been in a school library til closing time. Sunset here was really beautiful - ought to get my ~~preccciousssss~~ beloved 35mm camera over here some time to get a photo of it.

This place feels like the airport somehow, especially when the librarian makes those closing-soon announcements over the PA system. I half expect to hear the mechanical swell of plane engines and the zoom as they lift off.

What would you do if :

The world fell into the hands of aliens?
Hope they're all as cute as Brendan Fehr :P

Your house is surrounded by man-eating dinosaurs?
oh that's no problem, I'm a girl not a man *corniness*

You're stuck in a house of zombies (like resident evil)?
Someone get me a machine gun and lots of ammunition, and I'm ready to splat some zombie skulls! If not... er, you know how they say if you can't beat, them join them...

Someone gave you a million bucks?
Only one million ah?

Sadako climbed out of your tv set?
Invite her for a cup of ocha and psychoanalyse her childhood trauma

A genie gave u three wishes?
Ask for unlimited wishes.

Simon said your singing sucks?
Tell him to be glad at least I sing better than William Hung

Time stopped, and you could turn back in time?
Wouldn't change a thing. Too messy and troublesome.

You had the ability to change yourself into anything u wanted?
How about Queen of the world?

You suddenly become a superstar?
Write very angsty songs and plot a way to die most dramatically at the height of my fame. Hey, ain't that what all of them love doing?

You suddenly go bankrupt?
for me to go bankrupt... I would first need to actually have money to lose the money...

You can fly?
Cool! No more need for public transport. Heh. Probably save me loads.

You can cast spells?
Hm... crucio anyone who gets on my nerves *wicked smirk*

You got handicapped?
Depends on the type of handicap... suppose I could learn to live with it...?

You can't see?
Just die, because I can't read and will therefore die of boredom.

You can't hear?
Sing off-key happily and join Singapore Idol. I could be Singapore's answer to William Hung!

You had one breath to say something before you die?
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there; I did not die

You had a chance to write a song on your life, what would you call it?
Waiting For

Ho on! m'I gnipyt sdrawkcab no ym golb won! HGRA!!! ...All this backward typing is really sapping my brain. Heh... crazy already.

I got a C for my 103 term paper. Am so fucking SCREWED.

Stupid computer and stupid handphone have been hanging and restarting on their own all day *scowls* Stupid electronic things.

I have decided to give up a few chapters of my 102 and 103... hopefully they won't come out 'cause if they do I will have redefined the meaning of fucked up. And as of yet, I still have not gotten back my 103 and 106 assignments *growl, fumes* Am freaking pissed off and stressed and ARRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!

... feel free to ignore the above post. A more sane me will return in about a week's time.

Buffy: Is Willow around?
Xander: How can I convince you people that it's over? You assume because I'm here, she's here, that I somehow mysteriously know where she is.
Buffy: Those her books?
Xander: Yeah, she's in the bathroom.
(Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Season 3)

Story of my life.

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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