We just are.

And I was like "ARE YOU SURE THAT'S ME?!"

2010-03-06T13:57:00.004+08:00

5As. (okay plus Project Work, which doesn't really count but I don't care)

I... never in my wildest imaginings. Okay, I've dreamt of getting an A or two, but... I also thought it'd be just that- a dream. I still can't really believe it.

And suddenly, it's like roads that I never thought I would (could) take show up from the tall grass. It's as if I can tread wherever my feet can take me; I don't feel bound.

It's more than enough. I feel like I could take the world now.

Look, is there anyway to get a refund for product '2010'?

2010-01-13T13:45:00.000+08:00

It's a tad late, but I'm older now. As in a year, not seconds- despite the propensity to say the most obvious things, this is not one of them. On second thought, maybe it is. Also. my braces are on the verge of being removed which makes me happy to no end (unless I'm told to wait again at which I will pound the floor and weep).

Back to the main topic, I had a marvelous birthday, mainly involving food (a dinner at Mandai Orchard Garden, a lunch at a Japanese restaurant in Somerset). Really good food. And cake!
Summary: Perfect.
Also included: Being Older angst (19 is getting a tad much), Wondering-what-the-hell-I'm-going-to-do-in-life angst, presents, glee at presents, plotting how to murder ommie for pulling birthday prank (just you wait), A level jitters therefore more angst, inappropriate jokes, chores, added weight.
Not included: Job. Wisdom or intelligence or skills AKA EXP. Love life.

Hey I'm older, don't I deserve a level up or something?

And this is how you can tell that I am absolutely lost.

Mood whiplash much?

2009-12-27T00:48:00.000+08:00

Number of Nightmares of 'A'levels to date: 4

oTL

Also, going through your external hard drive to winnow out the rubbish is not fun at all, considering that I have too much saved rubbish in the first place. Added with the fact that I lost my considerably newer files due to my laptop dying on me a few months back and I AM IN DESPAIR.

On the brightside, SHINY NEW PC WITH HUMONGOUS SCREEN! <333333 AND A NEW CAMERA! <333333 This more than makes up for any discomfort I may have actually (read: nightmares and having to clean up harddrive and room-ohgawdROOMohshi-)

...YEAH.

looking at it

2009-12-21T01:10:00.000+08:00

tumblr kinda looks awesome. I may be just tempted to try it. You know, if I ever blog more.

IF.

Also, have been hunting around for good compact cameras. It's not easy when all you get are shitty deals. :| For example, I found out hey, canon is pretty sweet (when the top 5 usage in flickr for point and shoot cameras are all canon models), except for a short battery life for that particular model I can afford (or in this case, dad's, haha) and cue SCREAM-OF-AGONY, especially after spending almost a day on the web trying to compare them, which you can't really do so objectively because more often than not all they blabber about is pure salesman talk kind of stuff.

Was that sentence grammatically correct? Doubt it.

Anyhow, shall try looking around some more. Hope that they sell older models too, read that the Canon SD1100 is good (and it can't be that old, I thought last year's stuff isn't old?) Or maybe I should use my own money and ignore the deals.

Decisions, decisions, ASDFGHJKL;

Oh, and I'm finally going to learn driving! After I pass my theory first, that is.

oh man

2009-12-04T00:04:00.000+08:00

FINALLY

Hey Ommie

2009-11-24T22:27:00.000+08:00

thought you might like this

The 'bliss' of ignorance

2009-09-25T14:17:00.000+08:00

ignorance; the state of being uneducated, unaware, or uninformed

The thing is, the more I learn about the history of men, the more misanthropic I feel.

Bloody Cold War. Bloody Pol pot.

Yes, I realise I'm being sentimental here.

2009-08-04T00:19:00.000+08:00

So we went mugging together.

I really really missed the days spent with both Mopy and Ommie. (and listening to them converse is half the fun)

from the day I was born until the day I die

2009-07-26T00:38:00.000+08:00

"If you meet a buddha, kill the buddha. If you meet a patriarch, kill the patriarch. If you meet an arhat, kill the arhat. If you meet your parents, kill your parents. If you meet your kinfolk, kill your kinfolk. Then for the first time you will gain emancipation, will not be entangled with things, will pass freely anywhere you wish to go."

-Linji Yixuan

(I first came across the quote in the Saiyuki manga. Then, I realised how true the meaning is. Doesn't mean that I can apply it that easily though, unfortunately.)

Flight of the Conchords; Think About It

2009-07-12T20:37:00.000+08:00

Children on the streets using guns and knives
Taking drugs and each others’ lives
Killing each other using knives and forks
And calling each other names like dork

There’s people on the street getting diseases from monkeys
Yeah that’s what I said, they’re getting diseases from monkeys
Why is this happening, please, whose been touching these monkeys
Leave these poor sick monkeys alone
They’re sick, they’ve got problems enough as it is

A man is lying on the street, some punk has chopped off his head
And I’m the only one who stops to see if he’s dead
Turns out he’s dead

That’s why I’m singing, what is wrong with the world today?
What's wrong with the world today, (never said nothing’s wrong with it)
What is wrong with the world today?
Think about it, think about it, think, think about it

Good cops get framed and put into a can
And all the money that we’re making is going to the man
What man, whose the man, when’s a man a man, why’s it so hard to be a man
Am I a man? Yes, technically, yes

Oohh come on, they’re turning kids into slaves
They’re turning kids into slaves just to make cheaper sneakers
But what’s the real cost, ‘cause the sneakers don’t seem that much cheaper
Why are we still paying so much for sneakers when you got little kid slaves making them
What are you overhead?

Well, at the end of your life, you are lucky if you die
Sometimes I wonder why we even try
I saw a man lying on the street half dead
He had knives and forks sticking out of his leg
He said, Ahh ahh ahh ahhhhhhhh oooow
Can somebody get the knife and fork out of my leg please
Could somebody please remove these cutleries from my knees

Yeah yeeeahhh, this is where we break it down
This is where we break it down
We’ll break it down
What are they doing, their breaking it down
What do they do, and now their keeping it funky
Just having a funky jam and then we’re going to drop the beat

And then we’ll bring it back upThen we’ll take it low
We’re talking about the issues, but we’re keeping it funky, yeah
We’re fading out, just fading out
Why they getting quiet, they’re just fading out

(*monkey noises*
Stop touching that monkey)

I think I'm in love with this band, their lyrics are so hilarious. Absolutely awesome, I say!
(especially:
"What man, whose the man, when's a man a man, why's it so hard to be a man? Am I a man? Yes, technically, yes."

AND "Would somebody please remove these cutleries from my knees?"

AND the rest of the whole song. And their other songs. yeah.)

I wanna take you to a gay bar!

2009-07-04T00:03:00.000+08:00

Title = song lyrics from Gay Bar by Electric Six. I died laughing at their PV, it's so...

Indian Court Overturns Gay Sex Ban

"In their decision, Chief Justice A. P. Shah and Justice S. Muralidhar declared Section 377, as it pertains to consensual sex among people above the age of 18, in violation of important parts of India’s Constitution. “Consensual sex amongst adults is legal, which includes even gay sex and sex among the same sexes,” they said.

The old law violates Article 14 of the Constitution, which guarantees all people “equality before the law;” Article 15, which prohibits discrimination “on grounds of religion, race, caste, sex or place of birth;” and Article 21, which guarantees “protection of life and personal liberty,” the judges said."

Dear Singapore:
What exactly are you doing? You, 'modern' Singapore?

[I strongly believe that all Man should be equal, regardless of race, religion, gender, sexuality and what-have-you. As such, there shouldn't be such a thing called "second class citizens", or discrimination against all of these groups. This isn't just a General Paper statement to sound good on essays. It is because to me, no one should dictate another person's life; it just makes you self-conceited and ignorant. What gives such people the notion that they know better, I never know.

The psychological impact of being told that you're 'inferior' or 'wrong' is much deeper than some assume. (I'd say even I cannot fanthom the anguish these people go through due to the absence of acceptance, as I have not experienced it myself) Which is probably why I feel so much for the subject. Or maybe I just feel strongly against egoism, biogotry, and basically the holier-than-thou attitude.]

tldr; GAY RIGHTS WOOT. AND IN SOME PLACE NOT USA OR EUROPE.

(er, 'tldr;' means 'too long, didn't read')

What shall we do tonight, Brain?

2009-06-10T21:22:00.000+08:00

The same thing we do evey night, Pinky,

TAKE OVER THE-

This one is planning to ensure that this one's ears do not break during this one's cousin's wedding due to overexposure from canto songs.

So this one needs songs like:

Or maybe:

Or love songs like:

THIS ONE NEEDS HELP FINDING SUCH SONGS.

Wait a minute, I think I'm missing something crucial here

2009-05-29T15:35:00.000+08:00

The June holidays are finally here! That means no school for a month! No getting up at unholy hours in the morning! No running to the hall like hell-hounds are on your heels when you're almost late! No horrible probably over priced canteen food, no siree! No boring lessons!

NO MONDAY SINGINGS THAT IS LIKE-TAKING-A-CHEESE-GRATER-TO-YOUR-EARS TORTURE!

Hurrah! The June holidays are finally here! For 4 weeks!

IT'S TIME TO MUG LIKE S#!T.

...damn, I knew I forgot something.

Stardate 1705.09... er...

2009-05-17T16:02:00.000+08:00

So i went to watch Star Trek. To quote a reviewer:

"THAT WAS F***ING AWESOME."

AWESOME I SAY, AWESOME. YOU CANNOT GO IN THERE AND WATCH IT AND NOT SAY IT'S AWESOME. I want to watch it again and again and again. IT'S LIKE A DIFFERENT SORT OF EPIC.

...I don't know what to say besides this.

When you need to prove a point

2009-05-11T12:41:00.000+08:00

Remember, action speaks louder than words!

And ideas, ideas are bulletproof

2009-04-27T23:10:00.000+08:00

by Martin Niem"ller
German theologer during the Third Reich

First they came for the Jews
and I did not speak out because I was not a Jew.

Then they came for the Communists
and I did not speak out because I was not a Communist.

Then they came for the Trade Unionists
and I did not speak out because I was not a trade Unionist.

Then they came for me.
and there was no one left to speak out for me.

"No other profession calls on its practitioners to lay down their lives for their art save the armed forces and, in Sri Lanka, journalism. In the course of the past few years, the independent media have increasingly come under attack. Electronic and print-media institutions have been burnt, bombed, sealed and coerced. Countless journalists have been harassed, threatened and killed. It has been my honour to belong to all those categories and now especially the last."

...

"But there is a calling that is yet above high office, fame, lucre and secuity. It is the call of conscience."

...

"If you remember nothing else, remember this: The Leader is there for you, be you Sinhalese, Tamil, Muslim, low-caste, homosexual, dissident or disabled. Its staff will fight on, unbowed and unafraid, with the courage to which you have become accustomed. Do not take that commitment for granted. Let there be no doubt that whatever sacrifices we journalists make, they are not made for our own glory or enrichment: they are made for you."

-Lasantha Wickramatunga, editor of the Sunday Leader, an independent newspaper. The editorial was written with him knowing that he was not going to live long. January 8, 2009, Wickramamatunga fell victim to two gunmen on a motorcycle. Sri Lanka.

(Upon reading this, I felt a great sense of gratitude to all those who have devoted their lives and sacrificed themselves for a higher cause. These are the unsung heroes of the land, the ones who get close and dirty so that the rest of the world may see. Snagged from Mr. Brown's blog)

With all the force of a great typhoon

2009-03-20T19:01:00.000+08:00

I noticed that most of the title of my posts have always something to do with the weather. I SWEAR IT ISN'T INTENTIONAL.

Crossdressing is manry. Yes, it is.

HUNS: CROSSDRESSERS!!! EYE BURN!!! RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!!!

That's why you should prove your worth by dressing up Shang. (i bet if you shook your silk dress clad booty at the Huns they'd just drop down dead and then there'd be no need for the sword fight.) 8D

..."mysterious as the dark side of the moooooooooooooon"

...NOW I WANT TO KARAOKE DISNEY SONGS DAMMIT ALLLLLLLLLLL

The wind that fiercely whirls about, the shower that washes away everything

2009-03-16T13:05:00.000+08:00

There's something about impending storms. Simmering feelings, undefined under my chest close to my heart. I don't know what it is. But it's that feeling you get when the blocked light turns everything a shade of gloomy yellow, and if you raise your hand you touch the ceiling of the sky. You can pull down a cloud you know.

It's standing in a high place that does the trick. You're on top of the world, and everything is spread bare before you. The rain rolls in like a heavy curtain, and it hurts because it's in torrents. It's the gale that makes you feel small, makes you feel like you could be blown away, ashes to the wind. And it makes you feel invincible, back straight, standing against the end of the world.

I have loved the rain since forever. But what I found out was that I loved seeing the thunder storm brewing and rushing towards me just as much. That calm before the storm. It's addictive.

It's being unable to see 6 feet in front of you. It's hearing the water drum a symphony, the crack of lighting and the low snarl of thunder. It's hearing the wind whistle through that gap in the windows.

It's seeing the aftermath, the swelled banks, the crooked (broken) trees, the drowned sidewalks. And the smell of after rain, and the smoke of the city that never goes away anyway.

And I think: this is when I'm most alive.

I think: It's the end of the world, and no one can stop me.

A/N: I find the whole process of rain a beautiful, beautiful thing. And it's been POURING over here (actually, today the rain's lighter). But weather forecasts says that it won't stop lololol.

Yesterday was the 'best'. It was pratically a gale, and so many trees got uprooted. caused a jam, that did. and the jurong lake swelled and ate up the chinese garden's banks. i think the trees that toppled by the bank are still half floating.

my dad couldn't get out of the car (he was just coming back) and he said he saw HAIL. DUDE. and at a corner nearby, he saw a tree crack and slam straight onto a car. luckily no one (save the poor chum's car) was injured. And i haven't had to run around mopping up puddles that leaked through the windows for like... a decade. In spite of the damage, i loved every minute of it-- seeing the rain from a distance come closer like a curtain, and the afterwards. then again, i didn't get wet, so i don't know XD

I know rain is an over used imagery (see: angsty love scenes, epic funerals) but have you ever felt like you could throw yourself into the sky and fly anywhere you want whenever there's a storm? It's calming, and somehow i feel empowered.

(yes, yes i know this sounds the same as that road run. But it's the rainy season!)

The gift of last memories

2009-03-08T21:04:00.000+08:00

Okuribito--Departures

It's beautiful, poetic and sensitivly done, treading the fine balance between comedy and angst. It's little wonder why it won the Academy Award for Best Foreign Language Film in the 2009 Oscars, and whole lot of others too. If you haven't watched it yet, GO. IT'S SUBARASHI! SAIKO! SUGOI! ICHIBAN! GOOOOOOOOO.

And so they died miserably ever after.

2009-03-02T22:20:00.000+08:00

'The Savage nodded, frowning. "You got rid of them. Yes, that's just like you. Getting rid of everything unpleasant instead of learning to put up with it. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles and ending them... But you don't do either. Neither suffer nor oppose. You just abolish the slings and arrows. It's too easy."

...

"What you need," the Savage went on, "is something with tears for a change. Nothing costs enough here."

...

"But I like the inconveniences."

"We don't," said the Controller. "We prefer to do things comfortably."

"But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin."

"In fact," said Mustapha Mond, "you're claiming the right to be unhappy."

"Alright then," said the Savage defiantly, "I'm claiming the right to be unhappy."

"Not to mention the right to grow old and ugly and impotent; the right to have syphillis and cancer; the right to have too little to eat; the right to be lousy; the right to live in constant apprehension of what may happen tomorrow; the right to catch typhoid; the right to be tortured by unspeakable pains of every kind."

There was a long silence.

"I claim them all," said the Savage at last.'

-Chapter XVII, Brave New World, by Aldous Huxley
(this is one of my favourite passages in the book, the other being the ending. But giving endings away is akin to killing a story. Anyway, this is slightly more comprehensive out of context then were i to take out the ending instead.)

This happens when my head feels foggy.

2009-02-26T22:46:00.000+08:00

Yesterday i saw a rainbow. It was big, a huge arch hung high up, a bridge or maybe a divider between two pictures--dark rolling clouds with rain and bright cerulean against the sunset. And right down the middle, it was like walking between dimensions, like you could draw a line in the sky and no one would be able to tell that both sides were actually connected to each other.

The rainbow was beautiful and clear. And it had a twin, a faint one that dodged cameras even as it shimmered in and out of existence. that was in the evening.

But earlier, the sun was so harsh at Bishan park that i thought that the grass would burst into flames. or maybe i'm over exaggerating. but i felt like heat stroke and the stench of sweaty bodies hiding under trees as they stole off to drink milo from the milo van even when they weren't supposed to.

anyway, it was a school road run.

Listen: this is where it starts. at the time the mass run set off to the sound of a horn for competitions, we walked. and walked. and refused to run because that is what teenagers do best, and listened to ipods and chattered with friends and tried to sneak past the marshalls standing guard at shortcuts. and some did run. i brisked walked. lucky for us, there were trees, or i think we would be running in the gobi desert, throats parched and sweat making our eyebrows heavy. above us, black clouds appeared out of the blue (haha, pun) and then suddenly, it wasn't so hot anymore.

The rain came like a wall of water. some people ran into it because there was only one road then. Many were running away from it, like a dobberman on your heels as though your pants smelled like beef jerky. one moment, you are fleeing, and next thing you know, you're a running victorian secrets fashion disaster, your (black) bra in stark contrast to your white cotten tee, now translucent, and you have no idea when you have become drenched. come to think of it, it was comical.

rain got into my shoes. rain got into my ipod. If i were in a dry place, i would look as though i jumped into a pool with my clothes on. rain fell against my glasses, and at that moment, i wished my glasses were a car, with screenwipers so that i don't crash into trees. in two pavillions, wet bodies huddled under the shelter, crowded like slimy eels. the rain still blew in somewhat anyway. i heard that the wind blew some people bent, their backs not strong enough to resist the gale and they looked like old women with hunched backs. or unstable penguins toppling over.

back at the field where we were supposed to be, water refused to seep into the ground. people dashed acrossed the field, irregardless of lightning lighting up the whole sky. i ran, heedless of the rain, back to the tent which held my bag. my bag is canvas, a little pseudo leather, and full of paper notes. it has an umbrella. i hauled it (along with some other people, and i didn't haul them) over to the void deck nearby, us cramming under my umbrella as though we would be dry by standing under it. it did keep our bags relatively dry. i remember wading across the road, teachers suddenly becoming traffic wardens, pausing traffic like spliting a swelling ocean. actually, it was only two teachers, desperately stopping traffic to avoid students getting run over in a bad arcade game.

i played ferryman after that, carrying my little black umbrella around moving people who were carrying more than one bag in an attempt to keep them above muddy watery field (the boys tended to carry an armful) across the river styx, except that it was actually to shelter. pretending that the bags under me wouldn't get any wetter. i saw a bag, cloth, tote, open. muddy water just flowed in, and if the notes in there still retained its shape i would be surprised.

Back at the shelters where most of the crowd were, away from the media crew bodily, and umbrella-ly sheltering their speakers and mikes, away from the new found beasts of burden loaded with schoolbags and making a pilgrimage to dry haven, away from the teachers who stayed and got their working shoes decimated, the people still got wet, if the rain was washed in by the wind. Everytime the thunder rolled, they shrieked, as though their lives were at an end. and maybe it was. approximately the cost of $70, the price of a graphic calculator, and a wadful of notes cramped in a non water-proof bag.

and then after a while, it was over. most people, already wet, walked over when there was less rain to the void deck where their bags (mostly black again) were put in a sea of other bags. i stood on the bus with my friends, getting stares from passengers who wondered who these freaks were, and don't you dare drip on me i have designer shoes. (or maybe they stared at us with pity, although they would inch probably away from us, them being utterly dry.)

and i wondered if i should have stood in the rain, watch the winds blow the water across the pond like a mini sea storm, feel the rivets of water get into my eyes and make it sting, let it flow down my spine, and laugh at the sky and feel invincible and alive.

later, i saw the rainbow.

EDIT: upon re-reading, it's strange what your mind comes up with when it's half full of fluff. The only thing i can say in defence to this piece of crap is i was half asleep.

STORY CUT SHORT: my school had a road run at Bishan Park. (WHO THE HELL HOLDS RUNS AT BISHAN PARK WHEN YOU'RE AT BUONA VISTA?!) They didn't have a wet weather program. naturally, it rained. we got very very wet. our G.C got wet. our notes got wet. Some of these got utterly screwed. Cameras, handphones and mp3 players were also on the casualty lists. Beautiful weather, that.

In which i fail to make sense

2009-01-14T19:30:00.000+08:00

It's late, but, I'm 18! YAY. My family went to The Ship in Shaw House to eat steak and ESCARGOTS for my birthday, and later we had macadamia ice-cream cake! It sure is goooood. Also, that my birthday was during the holidays still was a major bonus. I don't mind being 18, but I mind not having a life when i'm 18 XD

It's been only the first week of school and i'm already brain dead. In the deprived of sleep way. i hope it doesn't continue for the rest of the year o-o

Anyway, my econs teacher freaked me out today, by giving us the effing timeline for the year. Right at the top of the board: "A levels: 9 Nov--4 Dec". and then the whole itenary of term exams and what not... and by the looks of it...

haha, i'm hyperventilating again.

I don't know, it feels really really final, more so than the O's did. I think it's because it's for the entry for university, which will basically decide what you will be in the future.

Enough of that for now lol for I have come up with a goal! excercise to look good in that dress i will be wearing for my cuz's wedding, HAHA.

...i think my brain has lost it's functions.

"By the people, for the people"

2008-11-05T16:10:00.000+08:00

Warning: This post abuses capslock. so EXTREME.

TODAY IS EPIC.

1) After my oral presentation, i'm finally done with project work. It's done. Finished. Over. HALLELUJAH! Now i don't have to burn my pocket full of holes to pay for printing! (all i need now is an 'A', kufufufu) LET ME REPEAT: NO MORE PW! EVER! JOY TO THE WORLD!

2) US presidential elections is also OVER, with Sen. Barack Obama winning by a landslide in terms of electoral votes. Ladies and gentlemen, we are witnessing history. This day will be recorded as the time when the USA chose their first black african american president. For the first time in history, we have a minority in the white house. Compared to the past, america sure has come a long way.

But why am i bothering? Well, although we are half a world away, America is currently the strongest in the world. THEY DICTATE ALMOST EVERYTHING. (Also because i derive some of my TV entertainment from this long long campaign from Saturday Night Live, and don't forget that ever fateful prank call to Sarah Palin. Seal hunting. I love Canadians XD.) And also because this THING-THAT-NEVER-ENDS is finally coming to an end. FINALLY. (and also because i not so sekretly support obama haha)

ALSO, THIS. Asian stock markets rise as US elects Obama
Then, this: Japanese stocks fall on Obama win
LOL WHUT?

3) AND THIS IS EVEN MORE EPIC. HOLOGRAMS IN CNN. holograms. holograms. HOLOGRAMS. technology is getting so advanced. just...just...wao.

so... "Obi-wan, you're my only hope."

man, HOLOGRAMS. that's so snazzy. and tops almost everything that happened today. except the fact that my PW is over XD.

EDIT: 4) MY KAPUT PS2 GOT FIXED. NOW THIS JUST MAKES THE DAY AWESOME.

tempus neminem manet: time does not wait

2008-11-03T19:28:00.000+08:00

AKA the theme of Persona 3, my current drug. It's made of pure win, including dating simulation game elements XD. The main character, whom you can name in the game, is called Arisato Minato in the manga, which means (as a pun) 'main character'. He is hiliarious XD. This is definately one of the best RPG games EVER. And it also made me actually like techno-ish music. :3 If you have a PS2 and like RPGs, and haven't touched this game yet, this is a must play, it's not as emo as it looks, really!

Well, what i'm looking at is also this:

<3 GROOVY Y/Y?

Aside from my fangirling (AGAIN, why do i keep doing this anyway? =A=) i do have goals for this holidays:

1) MUG
2) MUG
3) play :D
4) MUG
5) MUG

of which 1, 2, 4, 5 i'm failing at right now DX But, i will prevail! After all, i just can't lag behind again. No way.

Time does not wait. This is my only shot.

F.O.O.D. :D

2008-10-12T23:21:00.000+08:00

09 October, Thursday (this is for posterity).

Lost 3-0 to another class in Captain's ball during ACgames, haha. We actually didn't have enough classmates to play(seeing that... there were 6 of us left in school?). But well, to paraphrase Victor, at least we tried. DX

Later i went for a BEAUTIFUL dinner at Waraku at Clark Quay with Canida, Dawn, Xinhua and Ting. The bowls were so ginormous we were shocked. Then we wandered around and ended up in TCC for coffee, AT NIGHT. Apparently coffee has no real effect whatsoever on us. Mmmmmm must go back there again; i <3 coffee (although i cheated and got frappe instead of espresso).

Xinhua's blog with picutres of our dinner: Xinhua the camera ninja! 8D

On a side note, i must lament, why does everybody like Twilight?! What is so appealing about it!? Is it the vampire likes sucking necks thing? Or the emo-love-plot? Or it having just about every inner-fantasy possible? I DON'T UNDERSTAND D: *proceeds to run away from getting shot at by Twilight!fandom*

Finally, ARGH school tomorrow ;_;. (and promos results maybe. i don't want to be retained nooooooooo)

Dear Mr. Lim, even if i didn't know you well...

2008-09-28T20:25:00.000+08:00

Grieve Not

by Mary Fyre

Do not stand at my grave and weep;

I am not there, i do not sleep.

I am the thousand winds that blow.

I am the softly falling snow.

I am the gentle showers of rain.

I am the fields of ripening grain.

I am the morning hush.

I am the graceful rush

of beautiful birds in circling flight.

I am the star shine of the night.

I am the flowers that bloom.

I am in a quiet room.

I am the birds that sing.

I am in each lovely thing.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there. I did not die.

In memory of Mr. Forrest Lim, our sarcastic yet funny PW teacher who chased us into handing in our work on time. And to all who have lost someone, regardless of whether they were close or not.

Dear sir, i'm sorry i didn't attend your wake-- by the time i knew, er, it was too late. But i hope that you left us well and happy, and that you didn't suffer. and that may you be well and happy. I hope that you'll find a good rebirth. I'm sorry for all the trouble that we've given you. And thank you sir for all you've done for us. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Parenting 101

2008-06-12T21:47:00.000+08:00

Here's something to brighten up your day (or make your ears die or something):

Also, now you know why your parents almost ate you up when you were tinnie weeny. Or why the word 'infanticide' was invented. Kids meal, anyone?

"Everybody lies"

2008-05-30T03:21:00.000+08:00

Next monday on AXN, [H]ouse MD is returning with a brand new season 4. Ending's a real tear jerker 8). And then of course, House's new 'charlie's angels'. Is it monday yet?