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.