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.