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.