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.

You are a Night Elf. Immortal protectors of the
land, you have strong ties to nature, and you
are excellent at stealth. But you must learn to
trust others if you want to succeed.


Which Warcraft III race do you belong to?
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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.