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.