i am running on empth. zero, nada, zilch and sheer oompth thanks to adrenaline fuelled by fear of failure. i am dei-fied, and make what you[r] will of that. 5 minutes to touchdown, and i'm flying on the fumes of the fire they built to roast me alive. it's nice to look down on the blaze and watch the bonfire of work spiral up to the ceiling, but that's a stupid thing to do when it's up to your ears. watch the teachers do a tribal dance around the sacrifice, with tea and cakes all round after it. and after all that, it's time to go headhunting.

spot the allusions, 5 cents a guess.

it's weird. i get to now go home at early times when i can actually see my way out of the building without having to use mel's flashlight phone. and i feel so slack. or something. it just doesn't feel right. and don't get me started on the work. that looks like it could fill the marianas trench. and somehow i'm still staying up later than during season.

wanna debate againnnn....

how suicidal can i get :|


we were gods, i tell you.
we were f***ing gods.
and everybody knew our name.
...
faded into obscurity,
but some remembered, still the same.

uhh. k. everything's over. hooray. back to work. phooey.

debate. was scared shitless. now finals. am more worried.

its interesting, how the straits times tries to justify this. i mean, i know he's capable of leading the country and all, but why justify it as "proof that our political succession works"? there are better ways to justify it, and really, i don't buy it. certainly it isn't nepotism (really). he's had his time to prove himself. yes, it is a big deal to singapore, but WHY bring political succession into it? oh, and all the testimonies from the "average man on the street" (3) and the "average MP on the street" (also 3). practically farcical.

oh, who am i trying to kid. it is

oh gods. my dog thinks my hamsters are food. it just tried to eat it. while they look like bite sized snacks, they're not edible.

stupid dog.

hooray for debate! we won everything, and i do mean everything :D 'twas fantastic, the coordination and the analysis and stuff..let's keep it up! despite flower sniffing...>P

rmun fashion parade was painful. i mean, it just didn't seem as funny as my years. maybe it's just me, but it just was..draggy. gah. spent 14 bucks on a cab down too because i was scared i was gonna be late...>( they'd better recompense me for that! >P

ugh. brain dead. guess why.

so cool/freaky (to be played at 1 am in the morning).

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. computing pwned everyone. possibly because we were tested on things we weren't taught yet. graah.

on the bright side, brudder is now a metalmouth. conversation goes something like this.
me: "say 'ee'."
bro: "go 'way. i can't eat english food now. rare steak i hear you calling..."
-short pause-
"well, we could mash them."
"shut up."
"i mean, what about steak tartare? soft and non-chewy-ish."
"shut up."
"or we could have mashed potatoes. that fits the bill."
*thump*
"ow. or...wait for it...shepard's pie! two in one! bonus! owowow..."

heehee.

omg. i just got down to looking at the World of Warcraft screenshots (having given up on my midyears) and OMG they PWN j00r 455. +0+4||y. AAAAAAAAaa.

i think i'm in love.

WAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAA! PWNAGE!!!!

i slapped my brother. he slammed the door. and windows. i suppose it was justifiable in a way. both ways. tell me, what do you do with recalcitrant little buggers who refuse to sleep? and believe in giggling as the main form of entertainment, along with randomly playing with the intercom and reading books?

then again, what right do i have?

hello world. am back from conquering ophir with battle scars. my blisters have blisters (apparently), and my muscles are attempting to put me through yoga, even though i don't want to. blister on arm and palm are related, thanks to a reflex action which sees me slamming my hand on hot oil that lands on my arm during camping before the ophir trip. so i go climbing mudhills with open wounds. unfun. but the actual climbing was quite fun, surprisingly. everyone was supremely uncomfortable, but happy nonetheless. unless you were sleeping next to my brothers, in which you risked a knee in the ribs somewhere around 2 am in the night if you were lucky. if not, you wouldn't sleep because they'd hog the sleeping bag we use for blankets, and this would probably spoil your whole morning. the situation was not helped either by the fact that little brothers are motormouths, and do not stop talking. ever. even when you're attempting to navigate a vertical cliff face and feeling like little bugs are stabbing you with knives, they persist in pretending to be stuck in a war zone. which is partly true. getting them to stop deserves a purple heart for compassion to fellow human beings.

ok screw this. the fact that i can sleep in a proper bed after 1 week means more to me right now. will continue later.

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goobyeworld. off to ophir. if i dont come back alive i've been sucked dry by leeches.

ahmagawd. just came back from count basie's orchestra. WHOOOO. funfunfunfunfun :D was really good. from the vocalist to the drummer. butch miles owns as a drummer, and james leary is an AMAZING bassist. great stuff.

ahh, preusem. its been one day and already i miss the group. after all the stuff we did, its hard to forget the bonds forged. i mean, i doubt any of us will forget vidhi's wonderful eccentricity and her "coy" rendition of "wo yao ni de ai", or mark's rendition of the same and his "little boy's" shampoo ad. or benjamin's pool jumping. or eddie's bridge. and peiling's laugh. how about our slo vladimir johannes ("djugashvili") cute indonesian accent that got better as the days went on (just like the food)? how about CHUBBY BUNNY!!! and our friendly neighbourhood murderer sudeshna with her mouth full of marshmallows. and pooja's multiple names and handphone conversations. viknesh's and ben's 69 enquiries. whee...it was just really really fun. just like the cheers. and staying up late on the last night, bribing the guards and watching the sketch show while playing bridge and chinese chess. priceless.

i also now know that speaking to xxx newspaper reporters is bloody hazardous for one's health. they will misquote you and get everything wrong while subverting objective reporting. gods, that was bad. though the presentation was fun :D all the innuendoes and mistaken identities..;p oh, and trying to avoid teachers on the last night puts you at risk for a heart attack from anything. and swearing was extremely excessive that night, i know.

maan. preusem. for all those involved, participants and slos and all those i know, i salute you.

i wondered where i could get a life. then i realised i didn't have time for it.

i think i took on too much. it's the problem of not just being a jack of all trades, but trying to be good at it with the problem of procrastination compounding the work.

3 weeks just doesn't seem enough.

bloody term exams.

things to talk about...a lot. for one, i managed to procure saki. for the unenlightened, saki is quite possibly one of the best authors of short stories, period. who can forget sredni vashtar, or the children who clamoured for an "improper story". say what you want about modern realist novels that believe sales are directly proportionate to the vulgarities present in the book, there's something that has to be said for recalcitrant authoritarian nannies, bigoted upper class english lords and ladies and subtle, satrical wit. saki and wodehouse. if you haven't read them...WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WAITING FOR.

which brings me to the next random topic of conversation - acoustics. specifically in my house. i just realised that it's got echoes that manage to subtly smooth out the squawks in anyone's voice. instant bathroom baritone. just add water. if you ever hear a disembodied voice wandering around the house and perforating everyone's eardrums, no worries. it's just me. unfortunately, like everything else there is a downside, and in this case it's hard to a) hear when people are calling you and b) hear when people are replying, at least the issue of "hear clearly". muffled sounds like "grnfgrnfgrfnarg" only make more sense when you get within 5 steps and can see that brother is flailing hand with embedded hamster teeth in.

this is basically for those who complain i dont post....:|

and does ANYONE want hamsters. please. i think i've another lot coming.

gmail is nifty. send mail there if possible. for those who know it, it's the friendly aztec god again. for those who don't, ask those who do. :D

somatic markers

your generation is fed
on birth control, rock and roll
and bytes of a bygone era
when gripping trees was the only exercise we had for our
fingers, that now grasp canes and tremble
helplessly, in the face of the internet.

you say you know of iraq, and reel
off statutes, figures and names on your
fingers that wave so confidently with your
arrogance (it seems almost blinding,
your transition from gelem to golem that
i bet you can't see the gleam
you have become of a machine)
it's in your eyes.

i bet you can't feel when the images
flicker past you like so many pictures
you see in the papers (but you always turn to the funnies
don't you?)
carnage flickers past quickly, filed into storage, ready for
recall, but really, they mean nothing to one accustomed in thinking
in ones and zeroeths. (the computer thinks not of its files, it just
is).
emotions, hah! an anachronism
in the 30th century! and the world today is
fastfastfast, we want speedspeed, more t1, t2, t3
gigabytes of information pouring down thy eyes -
from truth to death,
you know everything, and yet you know nothing.

you know not of the rain on your face, or the joy it is to
run free, or the power that a tree's crown can give you.
your sunlight only falls on your face, only your mind runs
free[d] in your mind on the information superhighway,
and your crown of viruses stops all traffic.
progress is a good thing, we shall not miss the old,
you say, with quiet confidence
and who are we to argue with the future?
your jungle is concretized, your seabed electrified
we are interconnected
and that is good.

you will not miss us, we are the misshapen clay.
creators shall go back to the shadows, you are the next
step in a world that cloned dolly,
you myelinated sheaths overrule our emotional heartbeat,
cogitational machinery rules the world.
we are your fastfast-frankenstein, your stitched-together zombie
we are what you made us,
and we will rule the world we built,
plugged-in, spell-bound,
and numb.

i'll go saaaiiiillin'..,

mood of the moment - remniscing
music of the moment - robbie williams - beyond the sea

oh. i think it seems to be appropriate somehow.

Don't Forget The Sonia, Mum.

Time To Make The Sonia.

what. that sounds wrong. as does this

Ask the Man From the Sonia.

or this

Sonia Wanted.

its either subliminal messages, or the damn thing just doesnt like me :|

Graaaagh.

so yeah, heheh. swimming to finish what i left off. ache from rugby, but hell it was fun :D zhi looked like the esplanade/durian when kt spiked his hair. highly amusing inter-cca - hissoc came first (the irony), we came third (more irony). well, they say we were fourth, but we maintain third. sounds better, especially since we were swimming with 6 people (4girls2guys) because the boys cant swim. the girls are more sporty than the guys. something's wrong :P next stop - track and fields. this time marcus had better be around.

i am very happy. NEW COMPUTER!!! ahahahaha!!!! whee! its very fast. veryveryfast. well, compared to my previous one it is, and at least it doesnt crash when you try to play stupid games from zone.com on it. 512 ram and a radeon 9600PRO. and it can scan 80gigs in about 7 mins. would probably be happier if parents would allow me to install games on it (tis a bloody sin to not utilise this to the max) but that's another campaign. wheeeee!!!

viruses spread damn fast. i dont protect my comp for 1-2 days because, well, avg wouldnt download. and POOM. 144 infected files thanks to 2 worm/viruses. gods, it's depressing to see a new comp violated so quickly.

havent posted due to many things such as debate and new comp, and stupid blackout. blackouts are romantic, inconvenient, and handphones are...handy, although teh image of a humanoid figure tottering around with two handphones in hand lighting the way spoils the mood dramatically. candles gutter too fast, and tend to run out pretty quickly. they're romantic, yes, but eminently un-practical when it comes to providing light (albeit better than handphones). scraping wax off the floor is not entirely pleasant when it's done in the dark, and enough wax spilled onto my hand for me to make a wax glove complete with fingerprints. bond would have been proud.

tomorrow is swim meet. i find it amusing that the debaters will be swimming in the inter-cca event. the mantra is "at least we'll beat the chess club/go green/insert-singularly-un-sporty-cca-here-apart-from-debate". here's hoping we dont end up last.

hamsters, anyone?

urk. does anyone want hamsters? please? they are being prolific. i now have 10.

uggh. have entered ultra-stoned state of apathy that results after an extremely bad sugar high. and bad as in "half-a-pint-of-ben-and-jerrys-one-sweet-whirled-ie-caramel-and-coffee-stuff-and-one-and-a-half-bars-of-chocolate" bad. and not good after running cross. i.e. body absorbs sugar very fast. me and brother were bouncing around the busstop. literally. and brother suffered spasms. and because of eating too much ice cream at one go, was also feeling sick. which is not a good feeling when feeling very, very hyper. how do people finish one pint all by themselves!!! crazy.

on a lighter note. i now have a potential 4 future furballs that are currently 4 very nerve-wracking pink squirming thingys.

anyone got that letter advertising the "GEP Alumni Association"? that super elitist thing that makes all readers choke on their incredulity? well, it was also plugging the "GEP Funfair", which was supposed to raise funds for charity. so 4 of us went down, 3 after debate, presumably to laugh at it.

it was horribly bombastic. for one, it took up the whole moe grange road field, and thank to the rain the field was very muddy, so you can imagine the problems that caused. it ended up with the 4 of us watching our steps instead of the stalls or (relatively non-existent) scenery. after making a gingerous (? what do you term the adjective of gingerly...) circuit of the field, we exited rather quickly and spent the rest of the day around books in orchard.

i dont know what exactly gets me about it, the fact that there were so many small kids around, the fact that there were so many parents around, or probably the fact that it was organised in the first place. if you see the "aims of the funfair", they're to "promote the understanding of the GEP". well i dont know about you, but organising a "GEP funfair" isn't exactly the best way to go about doing it. for one, it smacks of elitism of the highest degree. and there's the rub. it's a sad irony that all this 20 years of "education of the highest order" isn't really gonna mean anything any more. a careful analysis of the parents there would reveal a disproportionate amount of "taitais", swinging LV handbags and strutting bright blue pants (ok i generalise here), practically oozing the "my-child-is-so-much-better-than-yours-he's-in-GEP-can-you-beat-that" kind of mentality. the saddest irony is that this isnt gonna mean anything anymore. 5 years down the road, the new "elitist, die-die-must-get-my-child-in-there" will be the through-train programme or the IB, and the GEP will be an anachronism. in addition, considering the fact that these kids are "the future of the nation", and that these little primary school "future of the nation"s are holding mommy's hand as they trot everywhere, and that the number of GEP schools have practically doubled since its initiation (dare i even say tripled?), one starts to worry for the future of our dot at the end of the malaysian peninsula.

then again, there's something to be said for having such a damn big funfair. they even had an elephant bouncy castle thing, spinning alice in wonderland cups and even a small train. and a lot of mud, which the kids didnt seem to mind. for one, its obscene. all those little kids wearing orange shirts with "GEDP" on the back (gods above), teachers wearing red GEDP shirts, and us wearing disgusted expressions. maybe its just us with our own class of predjudices against the conspiracy to phase out the GEP, maybe we're being irrational and close minded and just can't stand kids, maybe we're even being traitors to our own kind. but why don't you see the pictures we took and hear the subsequent conversation about government conspiracy policies and see for yourself.

music of the moment - gnawing
mood of the moment - unsettled

somehow when reading all those fascinating arguments going on about religion in that other school about 2km away from me i feel...disconsolate :|

twenty-four fishes in the deep blue sea and you forget to turn off the light so i'm flying in the marianas thinking of you and blue hamsters turning over end and ends in my mind, convoluted swirls like the flash of lantern light and just as indirect as chopin going in one ear and smoke over water spreading throughout my senses so are you ok or are you playing possum? i can't tell, you won't tell, and so i drown here wondering why fish burrow.

music of the moment - deep blue something - breakfast at tiffany's
mood of the moment - resigned.

if you feel bored:
1. go to google
2. type in "weapons of mass destruction"
3. click "I'm Feeling Lucky"
4. grin a lot

:D

spent the whole day playing guitar. skin on tips of left fingers probably grown about half a cm thicker :P

ooh. and jan gabarek is very very nice. though i think i didn't really do justice to the ticket, because i was so tired from ntus i found myself falling asleep. i hope subliminal hearing works, because what i heard was very...full-bodied? the saxaphone tone was absolutely beautiful, and it could range from an irish fiddle to a plaintive cry, and the pianist seemed simple at first because he was playing the accompaniment but once they got to their solo sections they really shone. i couldn't even track his improvisation, and he used quite a bit of modern techniques (like playing in the piano. as in, in.) the bassist too...playing below the bridge. but this most..impressive was the percussionist. well, for one, her setup looked like a while wall of...metallic things. the only way you could see her was because she was wearing a bright yellow outfit. and she was very animated. but..maan. i've never seen anyone play the percussion like her before. practically a whirling dervish. whoooo. good stuff :D

hmm.

and i'm staying. next stop - which class :|-

random thoughts of the day,

i wonder how many users, especially in singapore, actually utilise more than a quarter of the preset words in their t9 dictionary. what with all the "alwaizzzzz" and "hahaz" and "frens" and all...*twitch*

the reason why kids are so confident is because they havent seen the real world yet. to them everything's possible because they haven't experienced failure, and they just dont know how hard things can get. the trick is to get them to keep the innocence without knowing it, and then you get your entrepreneur. or boss. or successful artist. or whatever.

man am i STUFFED. i think i should stop eating so much. like at buffets. at ponderosa. wow.

well, vcs turned out fine :D congrats to the team ending a 5 year title drought. the guys were over the moon...especially our resident german. and mr ngoei was so happy he gave us a treat ^^. so now i'm stuffed. ugh.

and yay for longdistance calls woohoo!! if you guys wanna get something to jinin send it to me quick quick by next week.

i seem to be very...succint. heck.

and raising victor vargas is a very nice show

wargh. so lets see. results. well...if you really want to know, ask me. i dont really feel like posting it up here because i think it'd probably be damn inappropriate. so now the question that has been kicking its heels at the back of my mind comes into focus - where next? this chapter's closed, finished, kaput. wahey, but no time to stay, the train's moving on, time waits for no man etc etc. and there really is no interim time...decisions should be like lightning, and like lightning they dont strike twice (supposedly) and they're bloody dangerous if you happen to be unlucky. TELL ME. someone PLEASE dictate my life for once. i'm sick of being my own scapegoat, and i know how bloody hypocritical it is to be asking someone else to be my scapegoat, but dammit...though in the end, i'll probably still blame myself.

please, tell me what your school is like.

hidden headaches, comfortable sciences/silences and glucose-ridden kids.

well i guess i should post about funorama. but seriously, what's there to say? it was fun, i met up with lots of people, i found out i suck at soccer (big surprise there), i got another bear (and ANOTHER one today so i think i can finally shut my brothers cries for a bear up). the games stall wasn't too great, but it was a slow turnover rate. and it was relatively fun :D slacking with hong and gang rules too. and i wouldnt be surprised if i contracted diabetes on that day. ate a LOT of sugar. i [heart] haagen daaz's cinnamon caramel! wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

staying back when everyone goes off for an early day of fun is kinda demoralizing, really. training is TIRING. both debates and cross. but cross was relatively slack. but i got home STONED. as in, poleaxed-stoned.

waaaaaaaa. tired.

i love this. it rules. the art is great, the storyline amazing, the descriptions fantastic.

standing in a lava waste
a salt and empty earth.
dream a release from pain and barren land
your opiate to the world around you
put your trust not in princes, but in paupers,
trust,
the firstfruits of those who have fallen asleep.

valentines day is a big thing in acjc. the night before, balloons are hung up in the lobby and around the school, dedications are played in the void deck, flowers are sold at obscene prices (and worse, people are actually paying for them and everyone is laden with flowers, chocolates, munchies and random objects of affection. unremarkably, my class was pretty apathetic towards valentines day, with pretty much the only indication that it was a special occasion being when the thoughtful girls of the class gave people flowers, notes, chocolates etc (hooray for white chocolate covered strawberries ^^) and when celene's boyfriend trotted in to give her a balloon heart and flower, earning cheers from the amused crowd.

i wonder, though, is vday as big a thing is other jcs? like, say, rj? or hc? or nj? here it's practically a school holiday, because for one i doubt anyone gets anything done. simply too many distractions. there's only so much you can do when a purple balloon is bobbing just behind you and balloon flowers are strewn around the place and people are trying to imitate micky mouse with the aid of helium.

still, it is fun. for the doubles, it's vday. nuff said.for the singles, you get to watch the goings-on and laugh at the antics. that is, unless you're one of those who suffer from brokenheartitis, or lonlinessism. in which case, there's really nothing much you CAN do except get really drunk and wake up feeling like you oughta have felt when you started.

but there's nothing to mark him as the devil's own.

chubby bunny should not be played with: a) soup, b) papayas, and c) dried apricots, the latter because it's just pointless. even with a pointless game. but chubby bunny with marshmellows, ah, now, that's something. *grin* very funny photos. someone can stuff 9, crazy boy. and if you're squeamish, dont do it. you get powdered sugar all over. liquid powdered sugar, if you get what i mean.

uggy unny.

as you can tell from the frequency of the posts, i currently find myself suffering from einstienitis, where the theory of relativity is negatively applied relatively here and time drags out like too much treacle. moms and dads happy upstairs, my brother's sleeping, my other brother's probably in prep and my other brother is playing sim farm, of all things. yet again, another boring rant on the state of my unused brain. i suppose it's a good thing others have not found my blog, really. though even if they do, there's nothing to see. i should probably post on how acjc is like, but everyone's kinda said everything, like how it's "cool" and "fun" and "exciting" and whatever else, which kind of leaves nothing else for me to say. debate is cool, love the people, x-ctry is great, and the people are great too (plus i'm getting fitter as in i could run my x-ctry without choking too badly), but heck you have to choose one or the other. i hate responsibility. mr ang is kind enough to let me come only once a week, but really i dont see how i'm gonna take him up on that. probably am. have this fascination for running 20 rounds. must keep fit.

feeling very keenly absence. one is a person, other is an idea. the person you all know. communicating by email and tagboards and stuff just isnt the same as ringing up and yelling "shnoo!". damn long distance calls. being in ac (or more specificaly co-ed) tends to screw up my system. half the time i feel i should belong to the guys, but obviously i can't really fit in. and i like my class, but really, i can't talk about clothes, shopping for me you know consists of 5 minutes in a good shirt shop or 2 hours in a com shop with demos and free plays unless parents are around, and guys..well..dammit they're good hot water bottles for lts and things, and i can guy spot if i really have to, but heck when you start sitting around in circles admitting to crushes, i'm getting the hell outta there. guess i haven't changed much. but hell, like everyone else i miss 4/12. plus it's hard to adjust when you're used to hanging off people's necks, giving spontaneous hugs and stuff you know i do. i keep having to rein myself in because reputation, apparently, is everything and even if i dont care squat, i still have to worry about others. for one, guys i think dont like the idea of girls suddenly grabbing their forearms with cold fingers. screws the reputation. yes, i know j's done it before (though i doubt to guys), but the lts are freezing and it's works, unless there's necks around, which is better. i'm starting to feel like a victim in the german experiments where they take babies away from their moms and the babies go all suicidal on them. and it even isn't a month yet. and people seem to drop out of my life left right and centre. and i keep meeting others who remind me of them. life be damn easy yay. hooray for mild selfish depression. pdas be banned.

my gods i'm so tired and yet i can't get off the com. i'm not even doing work. i'm not even doing research. i'm not even PRETENDING to do work. i think i'm addicted. hooray for computing. i think i've got chem.

squeeble.

i wub hamsters.

and the world watches the shatter
the crash of a thousand paper cranes.

You are Form 9, Vampire: The Undying.

"And The Vampire was all that remained on
the blood drowned creation. She attempted to
regrow life from the dead. But as she was
about to give the breath of life, she was
consumed in the flame of The Phoenix and the
cycle began again."

Some examples of the Vampire Form are Hades (Greek)
and Isis (Egyptian).
The Vampire is associated with the concept of
death, the number 9, and the element of fire.
Her sign is the eclipsed moon.

As a member of Form 9, you are a very realistic
individual. You may be a little idealistic,
but you are very grounded and down to earth.
You realize that not everything lasts, but you
savor every minute of the good times. While
you may sometimes find yourself lonely, you
have strong ties with people that will never be
broken. Vampires are the best friends to have
because they are sensible.


Which Mythological Form Are You?
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you'd think i'd end up with quetzalcoatl :P

we now have ANOTHER little addition to the menengerie, however you spell it. a nice little golden labrador named sammi. very cute, very bouncy, and another excuse or reason to go running. whoopee. =D

have decided that the world runs on hamster power. at least, all the mechanical bits of it.

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!!

in order to accomodate the wishes of the tagboarders above this post, the tagboard width has now doubled. feel free to use this new blog instead of the comments, which no one sees anyway unless they feel particularly specific.

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!

You have the eyes of a hawk. You're very much aware
about your surroundings and the situations that
you're in. People can't touch your things
because you would immediately notice what's
been touched or what's missing. You can analyze
people's thoughts and actions quite well.
That's good for you. Don't lose that sharp
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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.

Duh. You are "But WHY's the rum gone?!"
You're not the smartest one in the bunch, but
you're sweetly appealing and you don't let
disappointment get to you. Everybody
identifies with you, because let's face it, why
IS the rum gone?


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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.