we have 3 new additions to the console family. say hello to xbox, gamecube and dreamcast.

on another note, the 3 original hairballs have now passed on to a slightly less hectic lifestyle.

playstation, as usual, is the normal rear wheel drive hamster.

watched rotk. peter jackson certainly does live up to expectations. it RULES. TOTALLY. J00r A55 15 PWNZ0RD. absolutely. and DAMN if minas morgul doesnt look cool.

philosophy rules!

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!! my wmp finally manages to stream music!!! *boing* after all those headaches :| whee!!

music of the moment - bach - partita no 2 in c- capriccio (j stop screaming. please)
mood of the moment - curiously neutral

sunday. dad gets up at an absolutely ungodly hour to go running. we wake up later to attempt to catch up with him. and perpetually miss him. part of it due to mom happily dropping us off at mountbatten road when the viewing point was at stadium road. she gets out of the car as he goes past (oh the irony) while we slog it out to the car :| tried running 2 km with dad and got marvellous stiches near my lungs. must start running. :| whee! dad is pooped and is now crashed out on the bed.

ooh. found a nice haul of books given by cousin. all these classics like tess and marlowe's plays and freud and everything. reading fodder!!

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mam we're playing funerals now.

sick and tired. in general. need to..change.

hamster diet not going well. the poor thing looks so pitiful we just have to give it food. : |

warg. cap dinner and all that. JAZZJAZZJAZZJAZZJAZZ.

oh, and badgers. its a family thing now.

bah! some sod edited my netscape so i lost all my bookmarks. friggit. well, more space on the com.

nuclear winter has never been more fun.

i'm FREE. yaa! warcraft and sg my heart out, here we go!

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heavy metal can literally make your ears bleed.

music takes up a lot of space.

i'm floating in voidal centre of the doughnut hole

too much sugar

fish!fish!fish!

devised your own walls, havent you?

um. little public announcement. whoever's got my nanny ogg's cookbook and jazz moods cd (yes i STILL havent found it yet) kindly return it to me. or at least let me know you have it so i can go after you.

oh, and anything else of mine that you have and i dont know about. its the stocktaking season!

WOOH. net is up after 3 days of moving in. the house is still dusty as hell and i'm just tired.
lessee now. hot. yeah. have me own room finally!! whee! can study in air conditioned comfort. and the computer no longer distracts, neither does the piano. its the thought of climbing up 27 stairs to get to the piano that kinda makes its appeal fizzle a bit. but still. nice place mm. close enough to school and 4 years too late :| waag. havent studied properly, am going to fail o levels. the continuous lament of all sec 4s. apart from the confident and the prepared.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH.

oh. and my hamster's fat. as in really, really, really fat.

there is strength and life in her yet, but it is caged.

my hamster is so idle it sits on the running wheel and doesnt run.
its been doing that since the dawn of time.

mom has turned hamster doctor and diagnosed playstation with angina.


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trivia of the day. back to studying,

all! that! jazz!

my maid is a genius when it comes to fixing phones. it actually works now. looks like fortunately or unfortunately i wont be getting a new phone (depending on who's point of view you are on).

just to let you all know that i no longer have a workable phone. damn rainy sundays.

phone slips, bounces on and through drain grille. subsequent tearing up of drain covers ensues, after which panicked wiping commences. when battery is stupidly replaced after much wiping the thing suddenly connects and goes 'fzzt'.

my parents consider this a sign from god that i should eliminate all distractions. i just consider it a bloody annoyance.

for crying out loud, we lack coin phones in our school.

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THAT SHOULD BE THE COFFEEE!!!
though rum is good.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. no, no, no! nyup nyup. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

ahem.

dad just shocked me off my chair with the pronouncement that debussy's most famous piece was the moonlight sonata (he meant claire de lune, but still.)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

and did i mention elephants.

well. cant really study because dad suddenly got this queen platinum album thing and bohemian rhapsody has been sneaking into my room and wrestling with mozart and chopin.

guess who won.

after what i did for my prelims, this will likely be the last time i'm posting for a while.

rach 2 was nice :) however dennis lee was drowned out for quite a bit :( dvorak was invigorating, so to speak. you can hear the brahms.

rachmaninoff has HUGE hands. the notes he can play are crazy. left hand C-Eflat-G-C-G and right hand (2nd finger)C-(thumb)E-G-C-E. try that and see where it gets you. *grin* see if you can take a photo.

jinin should learn to calm down >? see, it wasnt so bad was it? jinin now happy :) see its good for you.

nyupnyup. study time. goodnight.

am i alone because i choose to?

i love quantum physics :) fun fun.

and even still i'd like to see you justify your lie.

ugh. me being smart, went running for about 4-ish km after sleeping at 4 that morning and waking up at 12 and getting out of bed at 1. fell asleep talking about taking up the saxaphone or something and listening to brubeck :) attempting to get jinin out from under the table is an exercise in...perseverence? futility? oh well. mr cow is solid. really really solid. an effective bludgeon, really.

lets see...concert was. um. well. the pianist was good, but the orchestra...could use some improvement. *sigh* the first piece sounded strained. the horn solo in the rach was...not accurate shall we say? put it this way. jinin was about to cry after the first movement. and we walked out in the intermission. but sherbakov rules.
pop down for gelato and stuff. whee.

mood of the moment - mmf.
music of the moment - moszkowsky - study in g minor

well. the past few days have been quite interesting. like music exams and all. stupid bartok. at least it turned out ok after 3 days. ah well.

i like fran's house! its got cute hidey holes and a nice grand piano room with a deep deep carpet! oooh. fun :) she's got a musical fish. i was playing from the diary of a fly and it kept watching me intently. the other bigger fish floated up to see what the fuss was about and the smaller fish did a loop the loop around it. amusing, them fish.

ahh. saw nice jazz cds at gramaphone sale, wanted to buy the bossa nova set but its hell expensive. oh well. mebbe get dad to buy it >?

feel bloody tired. mmmmf. nice class dinner, full of pizza. johnny depp is cool :P urg.

yii. i've been doing catalan numbers instead of catalysts. i'm screwed.

on the bright side, i know that the length of the Harvard bridge is 364.4 Smoots and an ear. bloody amusing.

i feel like necros. i need an avarre.

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this is quite apt.

Reverend > IRC is just multiplayer notepad.

pdksh > jesus h christ
pdksh > 'i got tired of that screensaver on that other computer so i turned it off'
pdksh > my sister hard-shutdown my bsd box.
pdksh > in the middle of a kernel compile.
pdksh > not to mention that the little blinky light on the hub was annoying her
pdksh > so she pulled out that wire too
pdksh > ...
pdksh > and she managed to rip a wire pair out of the wire.
pdksh > yet she wants to be a cs major in college.
dmaster- > I would beat her into a coma
pdksh > dmaster-: im about to. either that or change her aim password so she jumps off a bridge.
bob354 > pdksh: haha a cs major?
pdksh > bob354: yeah... 'i like to surf the internet and chat on aim to all my friends all the time so im good with computers and im good at that microsoft wordart. mom said i should go to computer school like you!'

god forbid.

Tsk > oiuyniyu98h987h89yh87y98yjn987j987y897yhkiuk;''''
Tsk > sorry.. there was a spider on my keyboard.

andy > moo spelled backwards is moo
andy > no wait

i think i'm getting stiches.

warning. foul language here

mom was contemplating sending me to ttsh. :|

there's a scary thought. one more day of fever and in the sanitorium i go.

uggle. well now that my temperatue has dropped below 37 i can finally post stuff.

lessee. went up to desaru to do running. was playing jazz and brazilian music all the way up, hooray :) tottered around in the HOT sun laying the trail, then stayed back to pack coz i was leaving one day earlier for church.

sunday was ok until afternoon when i came down with fever. was feeling better so went to ian's house. perhaps i shouldnt have eaten the durians, which may have accounted for a very very sick monday. was NOT happy. stupid viruses.

so now i'm better. apart from a sore throat. i cant even speak or swallow. at least without hurting myself. yow. whee! hooray for panadol.

i am SICK i am SICK i am very very SICK.

i hate viruses.

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wooo!!! now imagine that's the prelims i'm attacking...yeah. i have the religious right apparently.

and in the tired silences you still can hear the screams.

oh gods telescopes can be hazardous to your health.

went to the science centre yesterday to see if we could see mars, and we brought brother's telescope along. we happily set it up and before we know it, people are queueing up to look through. possibly because there's another astronomist near us and he's got a LOONG queue. it stretches all the way to the entrance of the omnimax theatre.

spent almost the whole time looking through telescopes, adjusting telescope and trying to manage queue. there will always be people who will try to cut queue, and when you tell them to line up, they look at you as if cutting in was the last thing on their minds. then they try again when you're trying to manage other people. but then again, there always are the people who will thank you for letting them see through the telescope, even though mars was a steadily decreasing white dot. i think the nicest people were the ones who were just missed when i stopped the line - they didnt make a huge fuss when i explained to them that i simply couldnt let them in, but they asked me to let the girl behind them in. a great difference to the lady about 5-8 people down who was making a huge fuss that "it wasnt fair" that we were stopping her and asked us to let her through because she "was so near the front anyway".

i am really not cut out for pr work.

its all in the mind, if it comes to that. people come expecting to see mars, even if its just a white dot, and they are willing to spend 2 hours in line just to have the ability to say to their friends that "i saw mars through a telescope!". and that's what they get. even if they come away complaining that its just a white dot. c'mon, listen to what we've been yelling at the queue for the past few minutes. :|

total exhaustion - swensens for starvation cure. time got back - 2 am. amazingly i was the first for choir. :| stoned, stoned, stoned.

mmmmmm.

YES. my font is back online. *waves goodbye to chinese software that didnt work*

i cant study. at all. anyone else have this problem?
maybe i should get rid of my books.

but i feel happyish :) yay for jazz book!

dammit. here's me at home. there's family going to botanics to watch jeremy monterio play jazz.

i'm starting to dislike my time management and discipline. or lack thereof.

does ANYONE know a way for messenger fonts and chinese software to coexist peacefully?

brain. full. of. woooooool. cant concentrate when i want to. this sucks.

mood of the moment - slightly annoyed, very fuzzy headed
music of the moment - ballade in g and pathetique sonata playing in my head. playing in my head

urg. i have spent waaay too much time staring at diagrams of things that theoretically should be staring back at me, and trying to figure out the number of atoms in a compact disc.

i'm behaving illogically again.

hello mr headache.

todays poem was a good one. don marquis' the lesson of the moth. wanted to write something along those lines, but since it's already been written...ah well. apparently we got it all wrong. archy wasnt a person, he was (i quote) "a cockroach who had been a poet in a previous incarnation. To write he must leap headfirst onto the keys of a typewriter, and thus is unable to capitalize his letters."

i find that amusing. where the hell does he get a typewriter? oh wait. just found out. its don marquis'. duh.

the poems here are nice.

You have used up the years and they have used up you,
and still, and still, you have not written the poem

but at the same time i wish
there was something i wanted
as badly as he wanted to fry himself

i dunno. i ask you this question that's been worrying me for the past month at least. what do you live for?

revelations of the day:
i know what octarine looks like now. the greeny-purple colour you get when your visual purple has been bleached, notably due to a camera flash about half a meter away.

the pictures are...amusing. the cow looks strangled. :P

playstation might be of prarie dog descent. it looks like one, stands up on its hind legs like one...heck. all it needs is some dye and little black circles around its eyes.

facial expressions of people eating liquorice smints are very, very, VERY amusing. i think i poisoned half the class today.

hamsters dont last long in my house. playstation (yes that's its name now) was here only 2-3 days and it ran off. stupid hamster daschund. it looks like a hamster version of a sausage dog :| but we found it.

it likes to stay still. which suits me fine. it stays on my shirt, gets tangled in my hair and swears. really.

this is pretty kickass. seriously.

blah. i have found a good anti-sleep method. its called smint liquorice mints. they look like smints dropped in ink, or "lizard droppings" to quote a few people. it is a VERY good deterrent. i have only fallen asleep once in class, and that was because i wanted to. those who know me would know how amazing this is. and those who have tried it will also know why it is so effective. put it this way. all of them spat it out. or swallowed it really really fast. the taste can remain for 12 hours, which is not a nice experience.

arg. maybe i should just sleep early.

insomnia is a bad thing.

erg. just saw some of mom's work pictures. suffice it to say that you shouldnt see them just after lunch.

in any case. thanks very much for the surprise b'day party :P and the cute gifts :P mom saw the hamster shirt and started laughing so hard she had to wipe her eyes. dad is referring to playstation (or whatever you want to call it) as "another bundle of trouble". but its cute! and its gentle, which gets parents approval as they have been bitten by other 3 little terrors more times than they care to remember (human or otherwise). thanks again :)

now have to go down to gelateria to get mom's birthday...ice cream. we're sticking candles in it :P

brother nearly bashed the cd player in when it started skipping. actually, it started skipping after i went out of the room. he stood it for a minute (new record!). then i heard snarling and bashing from the other room.

"how do you listen to this kind of music??"

its chopin.

oof. workwork. gaah.

hmmmm. birthday's been and went, and i dont feel any wiser. probably more stupid. in any case, ice cream cake is good :) its time to get down to studying....bah. dont wanna. gee, what a newsflash.

mmf. cant remember what i was going to post. mebbe coz its late. heck.

coo beastie! yan...tan...teth'ra! pictsies!

wooo. good day. cept for morning, screaming (or maybe not) at the laptops which wouldnt work. in any case. shitty scrabble game, then scrambled to guthrie house where we pottered around finding food. then down to suntec for the exhibition thing which might be useful, i dont know. then orchard. lanning! tried out ft today. rulez0r. warden cool! funfun :) then down to far east to look for black rubber bands. started from a shop, went ALL THE WAY ROUND THE DAMN PLACE before finding another shop that sold black rubber bands 2-3 shops down from the first shop. yay. i so smart.

16. pretty number. signified that said sixteener is now officially Not A Child But A Pimply (Subjective) Angsty (Also Subjective) Teenager (No Quibbles Here)

bah. here we go.

oh my god. never try to do amaths with a headache and brasses playing the same thing over and over and over again in a stuffy classroom.
i find rasputin in anastasia absurdly hilarious.

hmm. apparently perfect pitch is rare - 1 in 100 people have it, supposedly. brother and i freaking mom out by naming notes on the piano. she got a little wild around the eyes.

ohhh. headache. and i cant sleep in tomorrow because of open house. yay.

little introspective thoughts keep popping up in my mind. like presents. they're indicative of possiveness - we give things to people because we want them to remember us, to have something to remind them of us and to (semi-)permanently tie them to us. its kind of like a bond, only out of friendship (usually). but then again, there is already a bond in friendship. just that this gift gives it a physical aspect. and then there's objectivity, and how you cant be ever truly objective. merely by observing something, you affect it. like history. you write history, but you have inherent biasness and viewpoints already so no matter what you do, its always gonna be subjective. which is why we have provenance in history tests and stuff, but that's beside the point. even by writing down facts you cant be objective. language itself is subjective, what with connotations and all. like acedia is different from apathy, and mercurial different from pmsy, but you get what i mean. and viewpoints - you could have different viewpoints of the same scene, because what you see is what you -think- you see, not what is real. ever wondered what it would like to be, say, a fly? you'll never know even if you change into a fly, because you're understanding a fly's experiences based on your own human experiences. you can never know what it will be like to be a fly. or someone else.

And it's been whispered and said
by the mouths of the dead
that the piper will lead us to reason.
Close your eyes - he'll come soon
let your mind call the tune
and your feet tread the path down to treason.

...moon tiger...

yayz0r. the stupid mscomm32.ocx is installed and the stupid project works now. now for a gsm modem.

GWASAH

my lcd screen is flickering. ow.

...i crave affection, baby, but not when i drive!
and that's why the lady is a tramp!

weird thought of the day. its interesting how our existence in the school's ivle can be relegated to a set of numbers. how comforting. and ivle should be renamed evil.

*grin* lao shi is so cute. she said she'd buy us fruits and chocolates for the doggie.

"my god. she bought us rambutans."

have managed to play through the ballade. presto not so bad. scherzando is problem. have lotsa work. what the hell am i doing.

its all your fault!!!! muahahahahahaah!!!!

i am BLOODY pissed with swirvemail. they suddenly changed to paid service and my file is in there. xlab. i have another but its not the absolutelastfinalbackup. shneaky. very shneaky they ares.

GRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

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yay! they rule!

here is a bloody amusing...experiment involving poetry.com and dogs that have a fetish for toes. *snigger* hilarious.

but the poetic creativity leaves...something to be desired. and me cringing. *whimper*

the dog's dead meat! gather ye toes while ye may! A Heartworming Tale of Elderly Women, Mongreloid Canines, and Pirates!

silverstone! bloody interesting! where else do you get two world champions stuck behind a rookie (ralf firman, but he's cool!) and a virtual unknown (da matta, toyota), a scrum race and all overtakings happening at the chicane? whee!

hmm. i should sober up soon. i'm tired i think. and possibly everyone else is too.

well. been dead to the world these past few days. lessee now. thursday was atomic jaya. BLOODY funny. mahatir was...implicitly lampooned. they plan to go on to malaysia next. i must say they're daring. *grin*

friday was...concert. the violinist was really good. i mean, his encore piece was clear, no squeaking to set you on edge and no fuzzy double or triple stops. no wonder he's fixed fourth chair. kind of like the fourth first violinist. missed abigail's weber, but saw her mozart's concerto. her arms are...skinny. like sticks. i mean, the first thing i thought when i saw her was how was she gonna bang the big chords. and my teacher claims her ending was "insipid". you couldnt tell if the ending came. oh well.

saturday was...oh yes. today. apm. interesting. nice poems and stuff. ITS DUKE ELLINGTON'S it DON'T MEAN A THING! not it ain't mean a thing. jeez. anyways. nice nice. i think the food gave me a stomachache. mebbe it was the kaya thing.

the house is coming along nicely. good view...but i think mom's room is gonna be like a greenhouse. i mean, all that glass is nice for the view, but not good for the temperature. i like the skylight. ANYWAYS.

mm. slept for 12 hours. felt shitty. still feel shitty. on friday was on the hyperalertness you get when you go through sleepiness and out the other side. like there's this big ball of tiredness in your head but you're awake despite it all...
bah.

hands up, who's afraid to grow up.

on ny arts fest t-shirts.
you ask why we have to wear them
i say because the school probably wants a show of solidarity
you say that thats just beautiful. espousing arts while supressing individualism.
what a wonderful world

i'm inclined to agree.

i'm an arguer? not a debater? whats the difference?

fly me to the moon...

oh. i just found out what a deltoid is. its that muscle on the outmost bit of your upper arm. the one that clenches when you raise your elbow up sideways. which means that nigeria was wrong.

and it also means that when my deltoid starts twitching again i'd better start listening to it. :|

he's ok. thank gods :)

on a side note, mom just picked up potter. she is now guilty of neglecting her work. which is ironic as she took it away from second brother because *he* was neglecting *his* work.

rmun is over. whoopee. sc is fun. especially with the crisis. dorks, hmph. eating our women and raping our food. double hmph. people going up there to make sweeping statements and inciting multiple right to replys. i have nothing to say.
fashion parade bombed. oh well. at least i got something out of it.
our sec-gen is amusing.
car air freshner is not supposed to be sprayed on people. it will cause...detrimental reactions.
rmun consists of going up to the mike, making an ass-fool of yourself and crapping like hell.
sc people rock. the moderators and all yupyup.
my team is fun :) witchy. yow.
rmun is tiring. duh.
acs boys are full of puns.
fashion parade can also be used as an excuse...*cough*
sc is really docile. there was only one working paper on the floor at any one time because only one person was hardworking enough to do it :P yay for 10 minute caucuses and closing motions before they start!
rmun can be sobering. hope the guy's ok.

now to get back to work.

i do not have an accent. but, oh, thanks to arguing with SOMEONE about it, my accent changed about 50 odd times in that conversation.

just finished potter. good.

gods. playing hackers have left me with a huge headache.

noscript!

hellooo mr grasshopper on my physics textbook. can you chew it to bits please? or mebbe not. you're not a grasshopper mr green polygonal leaf insect. what are you?

rmun has left me with a headache the size of montana and its just the first day.

brother wearing hongzi for fun is amusing.

3 days to d-day....and i dont wanna do hw.

rmun tomorrow.
time to freak out totally.
how i hate court shoes.

hamsters running around on the grass at botanics look like minature rabbit ghosts. they run around, hyperventilate, then settle down. cute.

had the most effective wakeup call in my entire life this morning. it was along the lines of "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN BED?! YOU HAVE CHINESE O LEVELS TODAY!!"
wake up, rush out, panic, have vasovagal attack, run.
then stone in the exam room for 45 mins or so waiting for it to start.

jinin went mad over ashkenazy again, and the phantom of the opera.


oh well. dont want to think about it the chinese ting li any more.

oh. we're moving house in september. like, in the middle of the prelims.

kill me now.

have the grand-ancestor of all damn headaches from trying to fix the blasted freaking router for five freaking hours. admittedly was reading the butlerian jihad at the same time, which may have accounted for the grand-ancestor headache.

i have never, ever, in my whole damn life, been so glad to see a prompt box. :|

on a hunch, i typed in my full name sans caps. i die from a car accident. yeeesh. :|

attempted to switch over to haloscan. prefer the nice look of enetation. not like anyone posts anyway.

the sandman series rocks. totally. absolutely. its cemented on the wishlist now. :P

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i find that horribly, horribly amusing.

bosnia will die of alcohol poisoning, Sonia dies of food poisoning, roguewrath dies of a stroke and quetzalovercoatl dies of a sexually transmitted disease =\ what the hell is exsanguination?

mmm. f1. kimi's radiator burst. then big brother schumacher spun onto gravel and ended up 5th. little brother ralf ended up first. eventful no?

hmm. am very stoned, but forsee sleeping late as usual. not good eh? nice sleepover. oh well.

ooooooooooooooooo. nice new layout of the posting page.

anyways. interesting flash animation of the monty python speech on the versitality of the english language. with respect to a certain word. i think this was the one ram was talking about.

advisable to ensure parents and impressionable and loose-mouthed siblings are out of earshot.

mm.63 new email messages. and sunburns. go-karting is fun! unless you're stupid like me and dont put the visor down...

the monkeys at the andaman are really aggressive. they're macaques, and if you go out onto the balcony to eat, within 3 minutes you're surrounded by 6 monkeys. 2 males, 2 females and 2 juveniles. they're all delinquents. and they sit in..obscene postures. you even get to see a nature lesson *cough*.

contact adhesive is hell to get off your fingers.

ok. time to do catching up. i dread having to sleep on sunburns. argle. yow.

whee! snorkeling is good! but seawater gets in your mouth a lot (and tastes bad) and occasionally you cough and gag because you think you dont have enough air. but the corals are nice! saw 4-5 sea slugs (they all look the same), angel fish, clown fish (hello nemo!), parrot fish, fish-that-look-like-parrot-fish, x-ray fish, fish-that-look-like-x-ray-fish, sea urchin (spiky), sea anemone, and brains.

whee! and spent a long time swimming. sleeping in the shallow end of the pool is nice. but if you sleep on the deck chair, you get slowly roasted. mmmf.

oh, and i nearly forgot. to quote my dad, malaysia is the only place that rents cars on an empty to empty basis. you have to fill it up. and they get free petrol. malaysia definately boleh. :|

mmm. pleasantly tired.

thinking of you...

LOGGING...

oooooh. i LOVE this hotel! langkawi rules! lots of flora and fauna and stuff :) points to note:

- albino fish are scary-ish
- little kittens that are really young and small make the family go daft over them
- dad likes to go down the winding road really fast ("ahh! no road! no road! i dont see any road!")
- the andaman is LOVELY. like, opulence to the max.
- the food is good. the roads, however, practically guarantee that you'll lose it :|
- crabs are cute. :| we found hermit crab shells. unfortunately they were occupied. one was returned to sea. the other accompanied us to dinner. then brother guilty of not letting it go put it back. what were you thinking...:P
- its hot. HOT hot. but its cool up on the mountian. and i'm really unfit. woo. wobbly legs after climbing steps.
- they have nice computers here.

uh. cant remember what else. will post more. probably when i come back.

strange dreams.....

LOGGING...

argh. half an hour hamster hunt. stupid hamster. its not funny! hides everywhere.

whee! the new house will have a server!!

i hope :P

playing pool:
was happily whacking the solid balls into the holes and wondering why the hell preet kept getting to move the white ball to shoot.

me: why do you get to move the white ball around everytime i sink a shot?
preet: thanks
me: uh. what am i? solids or stripes?
preet: STRIPES!!
me: oops.

DOH!!

wooo! yay jazz!
loved the renditions of the pieces...like the one note samba, manha de carnaval...oh! and sesame street! that was good :) toots thielemans rules! and jeremy monteirio! and adam nussbaum (who does cool things with the drums like whacking the underside of the cymbals and hand squeaking rhythm solos) and jay anderson (cool double bass!) wheee!!!

*wham!* how to get to sesame streeeet......

were you there?

hmm. mom will now be constantly irritated by us imitating the seagulls in finding nemo whenever we want stuff.

mine! mine! mine!
*boingboing*

# Find a sword, and people will follow you. People wielding morning stars, for instance, have rarely led anyone to glory.

# The strongest person in any group will usually have the intellectual capacity of soup. Note that this rule also applies to real life.

# While it is true that death is merely a minor setback for the average video game character, there is one driving force capable of inflicting it far beyond the realm of redemption. This force is known only as "The Plot".

# If you don’t fix the problem, then nobody ever will. For example: Timmy has fallen down the well. If you don’t rescue him, then nobody ever will, even over the course of, say, five or six months. Timmy will still be down the well patiently awaiting your rescue. This odd phenomenon is the work of the Plot.

# Animals hate you, and will try to kill you once you leave town.

# Plants hate you too, and most of them can try and kill you, as well.

# Everything carries money, including the hordes of homicidal flora and fauna that roam the countryside.

# After hitting an enemy, it is only polite to stand still so they can hit you back.

# On that note, expect to steal or loot things from enemies that they really have no business carrying in the first place. A common example would be a serum of antivenom found on the dead body of a poisonous snake, or a powerful sword found on the body of a creature with neither the mental capacity nor the opposable thumbs to use it.

excerpts from BTB's Indespensible Rules of RPG's

hmm. my parents are watching mib and identifying chairs. i know that they're trying to furnish the house, but when you start furniture-spotting, something's definately overboard...

hi mom. :P

popped down to challenger today to use up the voucher i won for xlab. piggybacked smallest brother halfway up, and carried him on my shoulders the rest of the way :P he immediately went off to view the xbox section. smart boy.

now possess the myst trilogy and rayman 3. also possess headache from the screwy camera angles from rayman 3. harmless entertainment :P

mmf. should do work. but i lost my chinese stuff. laoshi is going to be disappointed in me :(

rmun presentations. yay. i caused a traffic jam in the up-to-that-point-on-time sc presentation schedule due to a faulty laptop. ugh. and i went overtime too.

but choir prac was fun :) singing hotel california on guits too :) whee!

Strange quote of the day as found on the web:
When I die, I want to go peacefully in my sleep like my grandfather,
Not screaming in terror like his passengers...

mmf. AAAAAAAA. mmmf. AAAAAAA.

stability via tension in all directions. stability via tension. all directions. stability in all tensions in all directions.urk.

flicker.flicker.flicker.

268 eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeemaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiils. mad person.

Dream, the third of The Endless, you are in charge
of the Dreaming, all imagination and
creativity, everyone knows your beautiful
realm, but none truly understand it. You are
dark and brooding, creative, and spend a lot of
time by yourself, just thinking. You are almost
as serious as Destiny, but not quite. Everyone
is enchanted by you, but you keep them all at a
distance, even when you shouldn't.


Which Endless are you?
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Death, the second of The Endless, you are
responsible for ending all lives and taking
them to your realm, from which no one ever
returns. You are bright, positive, happy,
optimistic and enjoy everything about life, but
that does not mean your silly or stupid. You
can lay the smack down when you have to!
Everyone loves you, and they don't know why.


Which Endless are you?
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ooo. yay :)

sandman. morpheus.
destiny. death. dream. despair. desire. destruction. delirium.
dream eaters.

sigh.

and your eyes have all the seeming
of a demon that is dreaming...

Sleep Dep. apt.

ugh. i want to kill/throttle/maim.
apparently i stayed up till 2 for NOTHING because the presentation is due TOMORROW not TODAY. *glare*

mmf. hate that.

its. earlymorninish
stupid rmun
SLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPies.

For All Evil Doers! Get Everything Evil Here!

i couldnt resist :P

oo. its OVER. wheee!! hate calculating how much you lost.. mmph.

now to do RMUN!!! damn. stupid 12th. ARGH. CHOPIN!!!

mmmf. stability by equal tension in all directions.

obviously that's not happening in the brain.

the trees rise up tall tall TALL
waving to the sunlight
whispering insinuations and invitations
mock-dancing around
for my benefit
flaunting the wealth of the world
in green[back]s and golds

come out and play...

i'll stay by my pixels and bytes
child of the computer age, while you
beat yourself futilely
against my invisible prison of
binary digits, infrared, radio waves and carpal tunnel syndromes and
dash yourself to death
from green to red
to black

go ask the sky to play with you instead

mmm. hamsters are cute :) and small. and fluffy. now they look like little fuzzy dots. when they get fat, they'll become bit fuzzy spheres

they're like fuzzy sausages. or slugs.
and they're bloody small.

did i mention they poop a lot?

*sigh* herrball, fürball and kooshball. hyperactive little hamsters. suicidal too.

bloody cute.

mmph.

well. you cant say we didnt try :|

considering that we were a 2 week training team, we did pretty well for both teams. now just if i can hang on to that thought. :|

still. congrats team 1 :) you guys did a great job. seriously.

mm. now if i can just concentrate on the o levels...

oh yes. and we might get suspended. however, considering mr adrian chan's puckish sense of humour, i seriously doubt it.

woo. suspension for climbing out of windows and being caught by teachers who were, tough luck, just there at the time. render me scared.

my muse ran away, and no amount of enticing will bring her back.
she's lost among the broken glass
the crown of thorns among her brow
where the cautious lie in wait with glass jars
ready to catch the unwary fairy
ready to make her dance.

Your magical style is Magus.

What type of Magic do you work?. Take the Magical Style Quiz by Paradox

good.

ooh good blog for matrix fans and pseudo philosophical stuff here. plus the matrix resuessed :P

current thought:

why the hell am i even trying to study chinese when i know i'm not going to even get my target? i cant study at all, even mom thinks that i'm not serious about this. gee. even i note that i'm taking too many breaks. lets get ready for a f9 shall we? or rather an ungraded paper.

oh, and i'm still pissed at a certain someone.

ugh. bio was an absolute utter failure. i am really glad we are now having an investigation into the matter. i guess its no coincidence that there are no distinctions in the 3 classes she teaches, eh?

though i dont know if it will result in a better change. still, for an a1 class to drop 4-5 grades, SOMEthing must be wrong...

meep. dammit its starting again.

oh yes. the phrases of the day. how could i forget. we learn many things from our illustrious principal, not the least that we are "extremely myoscopic" and that harry potter takes the train to hogwarts from "platform 9.75"

ooh. an addendum. mom says that myoscopic is opposite to telescopic.

draw your own conclusions.

Any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae.
-- Kurt Vonnegut

mr kurt vonnegut has obviously never done kotc for his lit text.

mm. hot. tired. and i am seriously screwed in 8-9 days time (depending on how you want to see it) if i go by the state of my midyear paper.

your touch burns.

ugh. dosebleed

oooh. today not good day for eyes. consistent poring over books and then staring at comp. but exams are over (temporarily) so that's ok.

ugh. dont think i'll do well for emath. you cant do well when you've got boyband songs playing through your head for no apparent reason while you're trying to figure out how many damn loci a sphere has...

borders is fun. except for certain demented books. now have nanny ogg's cookbook, where "most of the recipes have been tried out on people who are still alive"...*grin* beware the bananana soup surprise...;P

Red Dragon:
Fire of colour and of temperament, you are not to
be tied down by anything or anyone. The rebel
always, you find most rules and regulations
exhausting and pointless. Fiercly independant
it your way or the highway for all those you
come across. Large and powerful, the equals in
size of the mighty Gold you take orders from
no-one under most circumstances. The little
gift you have for magic is made up by your
awesome strength and earth-shattering
firebreath. While all dragons breath fire,
yours can level forests with a single burst.
The lone wolves of dragonkind, when you finally
find a pack that feels the same you do only the
intervention of the Golds can stop your
rampage.


What colour Dragon are you?
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mm. that's a long description. and the pictures are nice.
i like dragons. have a very nice yin yang dragon thing as a desktop. ^^

aaaaaaaaah. have just found out they offer IT as an o level subject. i wonder why we never knew of this :|

damn the system.

You are Agent Smith, from "The Matrix."
No one would ever want to run into you in a
dark alley. Cold as steel, tough as a rock,
things are your way or the highway.


What Matrix Persona Are You?
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woo!

"you humans are a plague...and we, are the cure."

ok. this is very belated. but heck.

THE MATRIX RULES!!!

i just watched it for the first time.

*ducks the screams of "YOU HAVENT WATCHED IT??!"*

bite me. ;P

mom declares that she is skinnier than me. as in, she doesnt have as much overall flab.

she may have a point :|

but heck. =P i'll argue it with her when she wakes up =P

Noon - You are pleasant, friendly, and an overall
nice person. You enjoy the energy and activity
of the daytime, and tend to be very productive.


When are you?
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nice tree. just that i'm not productive. mebbe coz i HAVENT HAD ENOUGH SLEEP because of the EXAMS which i have been SLACKING OFF ON because i CANT BE BOTHERED TO STUDY. maybe. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarg. as usual. now that that arg is done with, lets see...

there is nothing of interest :| heck. sleepies.

ME WANT SLEEPIES.

me shall go sleepies.

i feel like a playdoh hair troll like lyn says. :|

now. sarah might not want to see this, but considering her fascination with happy tree friends, i dont really know. those others who are not so...sadistically inclined as to want to subject yourself to torture by watching htf, yet refuse to obey the spca's drivel all the time, can go to shoot clay kittens. make them count, baby.

its a hot day in the middle of the dog days, the kind where the sun etches out the shadows so sharply that the eye recoils from the detail, and looks to find something more plain...the one where the bright light makes the brick-like buildings with the banisters and blocky columns look like the pictures of bright brazilian houses with paints that deserve a "don't touch sign" and the day when you DON'T tie your white shoes in the sun unless you have sunglasses...

hmmmm. todays papers were easier than other days papers. and humanities are OVER. woo. now to mug for sciences. yay.

NARF.

hmm. lessons in grammar and english stuff.
now anything can be verbed. like google - you google something. aka search for something.

and all words have become derogatory, in one way or another. like slang. you've got poofy and gay too. weird.

geeeeeeeeeble.

i'm losing it. stupid chinese. stupid lit. never study both at the same time.

gbwa.

mood. blur-huh?
music. piano music stuff. yay.

its 2215 and i'm sick of lit and chinese already.

woo. big surprise there.

and already i feel like punching each and every one of the main characters' face in so that they will have to reach down their throat to pick their nose.

another big surprise.

i am full of it today.

mood. gaah.
music. chopin - nocturne in e minor

studying chinese is really pointless. as jinin puts it, 5 words and 3 sentence thingies. and thats out of, what, 2069837450 little terms to memorise. not including sentences or proverbial-sayings-that-are-of-no-use. wahaa.

studying lit is the fast track to an aneurysm. god i HATE the frigging dysfunctional characters in the book. they should be differentiated. FAILURE ALL THE WAY!

as you can see, i had amath today. the last question, as usual, decided to divulge the answer 2 seconds before timeup. oo. like, that's a LOT of time, man.
esther did both parts of the either/or question and handed up one.
she's insane. but a good insane.

but insane insane is fun.

mood. glazed.
music. the computer.

little update that you didnt need to know"

- little brother is dancing around because the beetle is ticklish and it is on his arm
- i'm screwed for amath. do not have the patience to sit down and do it
- michael schumacher's car just caught fire. well, the nozzle did.
- murphy's law "rules". another case JUST popped up.
- lyn is now indoctrinated into the world of Happy Tree Friends. amazingly.
- i am still feeling shitty despite sleeping for 3 hours on the sofa. hmm. mebbe that's why.

ARG.

...when i see you...
i'm still staring down the sun.

i'm blinded.....

I am a giant mutant kitten. Not strange at all.


Which cute or possibly strange kitten are you?
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little kitty blob thing cute! ahahahah!
ÜÜÜ happy fuzzy dinosaurs!

2. frigging. hours. with. javascript. and cutting and pasting quotes. does. wonders. for. my. disposition. but thank you jeremy for the code :)

thank god it works now. after it screws up the whole damn blog. i love backups.

oo. carcinogenic soggy old fries :|

oh. apparently you can now drink soup in the matrix.

but you have to watch reloaded first.

the correct term to describe the feeling is: ARG.

ss. hooray. i studied what didnt come out. un. UN. like, wow. no countries in conflict either. so i did health and education. education, i scrapped. ironically, seeing as i am doing it. health. well it isnt healthy. its just...bad.

and i have this bad feeling that i am going to fail my english.

on the bright side, maths "tuition" was fun. lyn sent funny messages to stasia with ram's phone, with the result that stasia called up worried that ram was sick or something. i mean, nice toes? gloriously spiky ears? nevermind.

oh, and the phrase of the day is "yay! i wool! sheep! baa."
uh, dont ask.

why cant you drink soup in the matrix?

Wheee...

please dont mind me this morning think i am going insane
a dozen little topics keep on running through my brain
unrelated words decide to lodge inside the cracks
holding puny crowbars so they trip up all the facts
blue black brainy bruises x still marks the spot they fell
screaming at the mental blocks no wonder i'm unwell
its creaking at the edges i wonder how my brain will hold
but i dont know the answer to that question truth be told
the musty dusty cobwebs still reside inside my head
god save this desperate hypocrite i wish that i was dead.

elevator landing bells never sounded so ominous.

Which X2 Character Are You?

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH.

mood. freaked, mad, insane, off white, blue and brown, angry, pissed, upset, needing.
music. my screams and the dragging of the skin off my face.

yug. sam's right. the seeming brilliance of your work is inversely proportionate to the amount of time elapsed after you wrote it.

then again, i was labouring to finish that already.

i think my muse has left me.

arg. have lost all of last year's ss notes. and my sec 3 ss textbook. and have, oh, about 20 hours to ss not including sleep time.

somebody shoot me. please.

and its a quiet day
oh the normality of it all

your usual brew of misunderstandings,
fights, scratches, brawls,
backstabbing with your bent knife,
poison dribbling through your brain,
in one ear and out the other
round and round again...
running madness, malicious lies
countless, endless, numerous tries
the rolling of the billion dies

and all at once again....

the disappointments that plague you
the prayer that will save you
[your eyes straying for inspiration,
not upwards, but sideways]
the papers strewn across the floor
and littered with blood, viruses, germs,
pathogerms, antigens, plasma, cells,
and all the dead neurones that you spent
memorising this for the
short term
then its over
one week of holi-
homework
and its back to school again
hope you've had a good rest class...

yep its a quiet day
end it quietly

dont let anyone see you go.

have freaked brothers out with tales of rnj admirers :P
their reaction is...amusing

retained last year's top it team title. didnt get the indiv though :( oh well. we're not too sure how fair it was, so heck.

3 days to midyears...gotta get that into my head......


and a blatant whisper
like some death defying dream...

~ICE~ You are distant and secluded, not feeling
comfortable in large packs, and may even be a
loner. But you will join forces when absolutely
necessary.


What Wolf Element Are You? {Now with Pictures}
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yay wolf :)

am..disturbed by expressionists. as in the composers. really. their music just seems to turn you inside out and give you goose pimples and make you feel like...just freaked out. the atonality of it all is nice, in a way, if you consider atonality nice, but its the Sprechstimme that really scares me. it sounds like singing, tone/speech painting and speaking and is just...disturbing, expecially when applied to disturbing content. and it doesnt help that there is a lot of disturbing content used by the expressionists. no wonder the second viennese school isnt really appreciated.

i cant wait for the jazz and blues section during the june hols...^^

this is a really shallow blog, is it not? heh.

twelve-tone-system
binary01digited

Shema Yisroel...

am. royally. screwed. for. my. midyears.

goodnight.

have just found my bio ws that was due...2 months ago. this is a remarkable achievement because usually i cannot find things that i have lost. this is a step forward for me! yay!

i HATE work. baaaaaaaaaaaa.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

now i dont know WHICH way to turn to. BOTH of them...

gggggnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh.

mood. tired/frustrated
music. led zepplin - stairway to heaven

Switzerland -
A neutral power for as long as most can remember,
it has avoided war for several centuries.
However, it is still considered highly advanced
and a global power.


Positives:

Judicial.

Neutrality.

World-Renouned.

Powerful without Force.

Makes Excellent Watches, Etc.


Negatives:

Target of Ridicule.

Constant Struggle to Avoid Conflict.

Target of Criminal Bank Accounts.



Which Country of the World are You?
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i SUPPOSE that's good....

am tired.

and all is not what it seems to be, aha.

Mean lil fellow, arn't you?


What Monty Python Character are you?
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ROFL!!!!!!
ph34r my sharp pointy teeth! they are -this- long!!

somehow reminds me of Sluggy Freelance, a nice comic. bun bun! i want the plush toy! :P

Harvard
You're the best -- you know it, as does everyone
else (except for US News and World Report every
few years). You might not be hip, you might not
be pretty, but you're smart as a whip and you
never need to do another impressive thing in
your life.


Which Ivy League University is right for YOU?
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like. whatever.

i. am. stuffed. full up. bloated. my stomach is up to my ears.

now i know what a turkey feels like.

mothers day dinner at dan ryans. phoawr.

oral prelims not too bad. chinese was one i prepared, but the second i heard it, i promptly forgot everything out of sheer terror. or mebbe not so strong. just a wonderful mental block.

oral exams tomorrow. or rather today.

die...

running water, running down over me,
seeping out through the cracks in my glaze,
dripping out down, soaking the floor drenched with sweat,
while i pant heavily, trying to heave my pain out,
but it's still there, bile and bitterness on the broken tiles.

i think that if you asked me to hold something, i would fall over myself,
just to please, and just to get away.

running, running away from what i know, from the familiar into the unknown,
sliding down that pit you told me to stay away from,
skidding round corners -
anything to get away
from the nightmare that is you.

you stuffed me in a box, stifled and stunted,
you taunted me, laughing and toying with my shackles,
you kept me in the dark, wondering when you would come again,
it was you, all the time it was you.

the cold water keeps running over my face,
if i look up, i hit my head on the tap,
grin guiltily, and look down to avoid my own eyes.

gasp a few more times. hopefully, time will fade,
ill stop trying to break the mirror
and manipulating the glass shards to fight each other,
and everything will be all right again.


clawing...

because i feel like it.

lostlastneverhadit!

*sigh*

music. amelie frenchy theme thing on accordion
mood. stretched/laconic-ish

hate. spam.

midyears soon.

ARGH.

and now its rachmaninoff.

double argh. :P

and. go visit brokensaints

or regret it.

go now.

but make sure you have a lot of time to spare.

oo. just found out that hitler wanted the oil wells in baku, in this place called azerbaijan. near the caspian sea. in the old ussr.

*blink*

i think that's possibly the first time i've heard of that place.

incidentally. this is for the sadist in you. please make sure that no parents or impressionable kids are around.

freaky.

blah. ache. stupid napfa. cant do pull ups now.
but am joining dad in nightly situps and pullups :P fun :P

owowowowowowow.

i think i shall die this year. poofkasa.

DON'T you start. don't even THINK about it.

some people, i shant name names, but -some- people just love to read too much into things :|

grblebleah.

yargyargyarg.
he's decent and nice and soft spoken and cute and funny. oh dear.
and a yarg.

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Fifth Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	Low
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Low
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very Low
Level 7 (Violent)	High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Moderate
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Low

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test


hmm.
die evil spawn.
uh. right.

i just hope i dont end up like...

debussy :P
abigail sim is amazing.
and phillipe cassarde is...quirky. we both agree that he reminds us of pepe le phew :P

i LOVE the ballade...
i want him to play it again! :)

yet again, temporary insanity prevails.

a friend, just a friend...

and the spanish gp is off, and kimi just hit the jag :|


xmen2 is quite cool :) dies irae in the first bit. nice :)

Angel (Warren Worthington III):
Powers: Natural feathered wings, lightweight bone
structure.


What X-Men character are you?
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yes i'm bored.
yes i should be studying.
yes i'm screwed over for the exams.

yes i'm in trouble.

kismet.

mine is so screwed, twisted and hurt that i dont know where to turn to. mm go me.

lament.

hongzy's party!! yay neon pink heart hongzy pillow!!!

ok. sober now.
points to note of the party:
1. people with no change of clothes do not get dunked
2. my wc3 skillz suck now.
3. ff visuals are quite cool.
4. stay long enough and you get to play mtg.
5. do not make stupid lists like this. i dont know why i'm doing it.

blah. fun :)


...not again not again not again....why cant i help myself?!!

CONGRATS TEAM ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

its amazing, really. we've gotten this far. team one rocks!

and i loved todays debate. it was cool. i could understand where everyone was going and everyone was on their best form. it was really nice teamwork.

cat high team one was also quite good. hey, they beat us :P no rancour there, at least not from me. we lost to a good team.

was mildly annoyed today, but no point dwelling on it now.

ok, not so mildly. but still.

aaaaaaaaaaaaargh. ss tmr. and i do not have my textbook. i am gonna dieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

just felt like doing that. programming will resume as normal tomorrow.

i'm everyone's personal shrink.

a whirlpool and i dont know which way to turn. anticlockwise or clockwise? use the right hand grip rule to find out!

plagueplageuplageuplague

spot the mistakes

screwupagain!!

temporary affection/affinity

sms your way to the dawn.

brothers, in an attempt to torture me, are playing the spongbob squarepants theme on the other computer. on Maximum Volume. i dont care if its by weird al yankovich, its stopping NOW.

oh no. they're Singing Along. with Gusto. and they put it on a Loop.

Argh.

this calls for Desperate Measures.

excuse me while i dismantle their heads

oooooooooo. just installed netscape 7.2....and it looks a lot better than ie.

i shall now use netscape from now on...or at least until i find something very wrong with it.

HAH. another breakaway from microsoft! take THAT!

i like the tabs thing too :)

and it is a LOT faster. woot!

debate training. i just love the looks of astonishment/horror/indignance when the moment of dawning comprehension comes...:P

mediator, as usual, without rancour.

interim time filler.
temporary affection.

33/41 for it quiz.

DAMMIT.



...i will confess to you that i love him...

i think.

so-LEM-ni-ty.

murder! murder!

aoowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwa.

its OVER. very good.

now follows the obligatory post on how the damn thing was a nightmare.

woke up on a bright and cheery morning (i think) and trundled down to school. fencing warmup and general down in the dumps session. then freakout, rehearsal and makeup.

i quite seriously detested my eyebrows.

2.30 pm was quite the rehearsal. the audience was...very unresponsive. *sigh* which was probably why it ended up like a rehearsal. juliet lost her dagger temporarily. baaaaaah.
romeo and juliet curtain call was...amusing. juliet needs to learn to hold a sabre properly :P

was tickertaping people during the break.

8 pm, however, was GREAT. i LOVED the audience. *grin* jinin and sam got the "wah lau"s from their kissing scene. they even got a loud smack from the audience. amanda was on fantastic form :P in fact, so was everyone.
did i swear during the fight scene? i'm not sure.
the dagger-point-down thing was incidental. heh. the audience were "wow!". the stage manager (phuing) was bemoaning the damage to the stage.
heh. tybalt and mercutio curtain call. gay faggoty stuff. with a rose included.

and cockroach act in both performances. i think it thought it was queen mab. or the vibrations caused by the pounding of feet on wooden boards excited/scared the life out of him/her/it.

i like sabres :)

i. am. damn. tired. slept for 4 hours this afternoon. or 5. not sure. and the back of my knee hurts. oh well.

fencing! yay! i think.

blah. now its down to homework and mugging.

and a total of one big sunflower with a foil-wrapped-base, a smaller sunflower with a nice tag and a decapitated pink rose which is still suspiciously fresh. and a backache and a heartache and a headache.

I am the Grim Squeaker, the Prince of Cats.

um. tired. um. thankfully fight scene cut. um. homework that will pile up on all of us.

um.

mood. ummable.
music. crickits. yes crickits. and crackits. and crickets.

aaaaaaaagh. i am damn absent minded and now my phone is in my house with 0 batt and lost. those who have seen the state of my room will know how damn hard it is to find things if you dont know where they are.
in fact, i dont know if it IS in the house.
aaaaaaaaaaaagh.

mood. frustrated.
music. chet baker - the night we call it a day

lost it years ago. sanity. you're welcome to join me. so far round the bend cant poke it with straight pole my brain is gone.

where's pinky.

oh the irony.

hang on to the straight pole.

screw all

yes nown.

you know i'm sleepy when i start typing in ungrammatical short stenteces and bad spellign. and idont btoher to correct the spelling or the spacing.coz i cant be othered to press the spacebar.

i need a focus. dammit.

crashing. now.

boythisshaltnotexcusetheinjuriesthatallofyoudamnlothavedonemesoturnanddraw.

headache during math test not good.
oh the irony.

...more than prince of cats, i can assure you...

...Trust me to know and to do what is best,
And I will take care of the rest.

But trust is the colour of a dark seed growing,
Trust is the colour of a heart's blood flowing.
Trust is the colour of a soul's last breath,
Trust is the colour of death.

Give me your trust said the queen on her throne,
for I must bear the burden all alone.
Trust me to lead and to judge and to rule,
and no man will think you a fool.

But trust is the sound of the grave-dog's bark.
Trust is the sound of betrayal in the dark.
Trust is the sound of a soul's last breath.
Trust is the sound of death.


mood. bleak.
music. lord of the dance. playing in my mind.

*sigh*. tired.

i just feel really, really dead nowadays. guess it must be the fencing, but it really feels...dead. like that poem we did today, the irish airman forseeing his death. total apathy because he cant change it. same here. i just shut myself off from it when it starts. i'm not confronting it not because i dont want to, but because i cant change it.

...cut me up - you wont need a rag.
i have no blood left to spill
in this dessicated husk i call mine.

intense, glistening, glaring
boring straight into the core
the calm shatters
and with it your chance.

en guarde, et vou pret, allez.

wild eyes, dark eyes, fey eyes.
intent
on the game at hand.

the hunt is afoot.

cut, slash, parry.
snick the blade an inch from your eye
relentless pressure.

and impale yourself on your own.

lunge, twist, riposte

the blade all depends on where you are coming from.

dodge, disengage, desperate for time

fumble.
flick.
and the game is over.

i envy many people. i probably will go to hell for that.

but i have too many things i am deficient at, and i dont even bother to correct it. if anyone says that whining wont help, yeah i know. but it makes me feel better.

and positive attitudes are supposed to help. its supposed to be easter.


gods i'm really past caring.

my right arm is a bundle of open nerve endings.
give me anesthesia and i'll be your friend for life.
in fact, give me an overdose.

I WANNA TAKE UP FENCING!!!!!!!!!! *sigh*
a sabreist especially.

have training scars. know now why mask is essential. as with plastron etc.

whee know french now.

god for the first time in 2-3 years i shall sleep early. i hope. i think raymond conked out at 8.

there's lightning flicking outside the window, faulty neon lights of the gods.
the cars are far away; they cant reach me now.

its cold. inside and out.

...save me, fill me, just dont kill me...

this is so cute. icon war

hmm. well. at least i can skate better now. have found out the hard way that skateboards do not have suspension. now my feet feel like just after pins and needles and an anti-massage.

my mom can skateboard. *grin*

when i go skateboarding and brothers go blading, i will bring my own socks. my brother has bigger feet than me. he also sweats a lot. feet-wise. so if i wanna blade without pre-sweaty socks, i need my own.

tired. i like the sabres. they're sitting in my room and they look damn cool.

i seem to be able to injure all fencing instructors i come into contact with.

A SILVER Dragon Lies Beneath!

I took the Inner Dragon Online Quiz and found out I am a Silver Dragon on the inside. My Inner Dragon is to dragons what the Ranger is to humans. Like all metallic dragons, Silvers rigidly adhere to an internal code of conduct. Each Silver, however, must develop their code individually, a fact which explains their unique dispositions and actions. Silvers are often considered shadows dwelling on the periphery of dragon culture (much like human Rangers), but they can always be counted upon to speak the truth and help their allies. Because no one but a Silver knows what they'll do next, their alignment is "Chaotic Neutral."



Being a Silver isn't all shady head-games, though. I possess considerable intelligence and self-confidence (whether they manifest themselves or not :P ). Magic isn't really my bag, but I'm awfully good at slipping in and out undetected. Which, by the way, is probably due to my slightly-below-average size. My favorable attributes are dependability, durability, problem-solving, mist, and pewter. Like my human counterpart - the Ranger - I'm a superb weapons user and have an especially good command of my icy breath weapon. I know I might be tough to understand at times, but that's just my way.



.......
the hell? i'm a mage end of story.

i am going to be badly physically abused during rnj. s&m fanatics, this is your reason to come.
it appeals to all classes/people/types/aliens/things.

tickertape!!!!! tickertape!!!!!
. . . . . . . . . ...

brought back down to earth by a blog thing. straight down to earth to rest 6 feet under.

hmm. it comes out as "peng". as in "hit"
and on the blog its got funny letters.
stupid greek letters.



tickertape!!!!! tickertape!!!!!
. . . . . . . . ....

çâð. the clan. /sevillaugh. hah.


kePWA, kePWA, PAAAAAAAAARK
kluk.
PAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRK!!

"we dont swim in your toilet, so please dont pee in our pool"
"welcome to our ool. notice that it has no P in it. please keep it that way."


tickertape!!!!! tickertape!!!!!
. . . . . . . . ....

oliver was good. i especially liked the "that's your funeral" scene. the procession was enchantingly macabre.

i think i'm getting a wee bit morbid.

time to start revising i guess. stupid o levels. two months. less than that.

on the flip side, we had our first audi rehearsal today. my costume is red and black, weighs about 2 pounds (or thereabouts) [well fine. i'm exaggerating. but its heavy. its a brocadey and velvety thing], is hot [but considering that the audi air con is possessed and prefers the setting siberia, that is good], and persistently chokes me. the last because the flaming cape is cut so weirdly that it keeps falling down my back. so i pin it in place. now the whole damn thing falls backwards. only my neck is in the way. goodbye mr windpipe. and the hat is the weird floppy thing in the movie that makes me look like an anti-chef or a bloated fungus. like a mushroom.

ahh heck. its fun. and not bad for a first stage thing.

FENCING AND DANCES. aaaaaaaaaaarg.

heheh. was trying to get the stupid gradient thing to work.
after much difficulty, i got to be the fifty-first grim squeaker
like, #000051Grim Squeaker with gradient colours. oo.

claudia screamed israel. apt. i just attended a seder meal.

bah. it works now. but i'm back to pseudo-strikethroughs. kinda like -this-.

i hate ss. even though its on kashmir.

preet your atheist quote is not the first. someone else beat you to it.

he's called Luis Bunuel. the quote goes "i'm still an atheist, thank god"

*goes off to laugh like hell*

oh crap i ache.
yesterday was fencing again. after about two and a half hours of fencing my muscles were starting to complain. back included. then was little break and trying to cut bits of gershwin's rhapsody in blue so that the audience would not get bored, then it was back down to fencing, real this time.

i got jabbed quite a bit.

ow. now my legs rebel at being used.

urk.
was discussing what it would be like to really have thick fuzzy caterpillars for eyebrows.

so many situations, none of them good. i mean, what good can you see in a situation that goes something like: "waiter! theres a caterpillar in my sou-...oh never mind. its my eyebrow"

and what if you have one of those incidents where you walk into a glass door or something.


yuk.

hehehehehhe.
me watching f1, the race day analysis on all things f1, and then the brazil replay...

dad trots out of the room and joins mom on the couch.

two little bundles of energy bounce out of room and plonk selves in front of tv.

mom asks why they are out in the "you're-not-supposed-to-be-out" tones.

dad admits guilt.

mom gives dad a Look.

dad asks why he deserves that Look.

mom grumbles about how "its so hard to get those two to bed"

me and brother try to muffle laughter.


heh. brazil is a washout.

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moo.

i think i'll go hide now.

i wasnt sure about this. so i took it twice.

Which Computer Component Are you?


Which Computer Component Are you?


good. i can play games. now all i need is a hard drive, a monitor, a keyboard, a mouse, a processor...
you get the idea.

ergggggg. forgotten how exhilerating hack and slash can be sometimes. like when you're frustrated. there's nothing like taking out a horde of hungry deads, plus a hero or two in the bargain. with a sorceress. ice bolt, poof, and they're so much ice cubes.

hmm. i hate hw. ok fine. merely dislike.

...its not so bad...you're only the best i ever had...

mood of the moment - exasperated, frustrated, tired, -ed
music of the moment - vertical horizon - the best i ever had

ooooooooogh. green tea on top of spag. not good combination.

i had a premonition today.

i dont know if its coming true. part of it certainly is.

i wish it wasnt.

...inyë faile...

mernye

...and steal my heart and take the pain
and take the selfish, take the weak
and all the things i cannot hide
take the beauty, take my tears
take my world apart...

argh. was at sleepover. haha. nuff said. doesnt look like i was missed anyways.

good guitaring though.

i still ache from fencing attempts. hope you all remember how to fence.

oo. reminds me. song dl time. *trundles off*

i know i'm not making sense. hooray.

ow. my jaws ache like hell.

ever seen the knights of camelot in lego?
and all the lyrics of sir robin and the explanation on how to imitate the monk chant??

hilarious.

i think i know why i was crabby.
i dont like the fact that my mom is arm twisting me. i guess i dont like either the fact that i became crabby. god, i have a lot to learn, and its all trial and error.


on a much more happier note, we got monty python. AND IT WORKS. even though it is the wrong code. MAN I LOVE IT. and its the special edition too!

i might not be online until late i think :P

am feeling extremely crabby because i have to get out of the house and i dont want to. better still mom is threatening to get me off the comp at 10 if i dont go out. talk about arm wrenching. i know i'll look back on this later and wonder why the hell i was kicking up such a big fuss (in fact i am wondering right now), but as of now 1810h on the 3rd of april 2003 i am feeling very frustrated and EXTREMELY annoyed.

and i am SICK of doing frigging HOMEWORK in a fricking PARK. i can do HOMEwork at HOME, as the name suggests.

last night i forgot something.

my friend sent me a message over msn messenger along the lines of "send this to x number of friends and at 9.55pm someone will message you over messenger and say they love you" or something like that. i find it quite sad that people, after exhausting the multiple possibilities of the wondrous tool called the email, have decided to bring this bane over to the msn messenger. even more sad is the fact that some people may actually believe its true and perpertrate it. how the hell can email/messenger actually tell you that someone will fall head over heels in love with you within, say, 4 hours of you sending this message over msn? incidentally, people, we call this spam.

unless of course, the sender or recipient sends the stated message of everlasting adoration. but then, its just a cynic speaking.

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i must be bored, ya think?

"eye ees the greem sqveaker. all feer mee."

<:3~~~~~~~

i have fixed the lan.

all hail me.

muahahhaahhahahahah.

:|

i can now send file from behind a router via icq.

now its file transfer via msn, or bust not.

look out world. i shall spam you with good music files.

...Festus Fatuorum ...
...centië yonta...

three welts on a burn on my arm.

....it was supposed to stop hurting long ago.

it did. now it just aches...

have spent a, shall we say, productive hour trying to set up the cables and the computer. it looks like a horde of angry little toddlers got at it, as compared to the horde of angry little tornadoes that the previous one looked like.

in other matters, it is april fools day. got prank called once, and that was it. how mundane :P
all 3 brothers fell for the same trick - you've got a hole in your pants.
do not try that one on ladies :P it gets...amusing. for a third party observer, that is.

*grin* setting up your own personal pc station in your own room and playing music on it is great, though :)

...April Fool...the joke's on you...

my cable modem and router are conspiring to drive me up the wall and around the bend in a maclaren-merc.

there are times when i dislike technology

found this great great site of animation....its HILARIOUS :)

try the fly one :)

"Hell hath no fury like a woman caricatured on an online drawing board"

*laughs*

i am amazed at my own stupidity.

just came back from jogging at botanics. have realised how unfit i am. baaah.

was playing guit at serene. must play more.

and i got my tab back :) danke...

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muahahahahah. look out world.

am still nursing burn/blister i got from trying to manhandle the damned apple pie out of the oven.
it was good. and so were the mooshy cookies :)

im using damned a lot now. stupid rnj :| dam-ned. damn-ed.

whatever.

i think i'll go get more mooshy cookie mix next time.

mooshy cookie. i like the sound of it.

my conn keeps screwing up. bah. damned router. i hate the conn, as i hate hell, all montagues, and thee router.

my brain got fried at east coast park today. its quite interesting, and vaguely deserted. no sars i hope.

i detest searching for rogue files. i have so many mp3s i cant keep track of them - they get lost in the slums and ghettos and cracks and corners of the big motherboard city.

i think i shall stick to one-liners from now on.

mood of the moment - square-eyed
music of the moment - girl from ipanema

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muahahhahahahahaha. all fear me.

as my brother so kindly puts it, we are in SARSI.

severe acute respiratory syndrome isolation.

have found out little brother has been near people from hk. wow.

mom refuses to let me out of house.

so wow gee.

i want out.

heh. with the hell lotta smsing that's going on, you all know by now that school's closed until 7th april.

so.

WE ARE SO SCREWED FOR R&J!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

yes. we're missing 2 audi rehearsals that we desperately need and we are SCREWED. F***ED and BUGGERED.

*freaks out*

ahem. in any case, its a holiday and my mom has kindly reminded me that i have no excuse not to fix the lan now.

heyy...i can actually do my homework and practice the rhapsody in blue now. *cheers up slightly* and i can SLEEP. woot.

according to my mom, its because the government cant trust the population to self-quarantine themselves. apparently one of the families that were supposed to be quarantined didnt. and the supposed-to-be-quarantined mom sent the supposed-to-be-quarantined kid to school. in a taxi. and they only found out when the teacher checked because he/she was informed that one of the students of her class was supposed to be quarantined.
and then there are kids who only admit that they have been to hk after it has been discovered they have fever, and are cornered and kept being asked by the teachers. and even then, when the mother are called down, she still insists on keeping her son in school.
so, understandably, the government wants to shut down the schools.

but SCREW. the JGS are CANCELLED. and that means that they will either a) change the motion, or b) they will not. :|


we all have NO idea how much is screwed up now. unis have to change exam schedules, jgs screwed up, rnj screwed up, and no holiday for us sec 4s because the 1.5-2 weeks we are having now is taken out of june holidays, and we have EXTRA LESSONS on TOP of THAT.

joy, joy, happy, joy, joy.