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.

I am an imaginary number 1i I don't really exist _

what number are you?

this quiz by orsa

now you see me, now you dont.






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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.

My personality is rated 42.What is yours?quiz by midgetfarm.com



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...