I think that, like Will Scott, I admire consistency.
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"Why did you decide to join me?"


"Why...?" repeated Redhead, needing time to think.


"Word of three letters," said Lymond. "Come along, for God's sake: no need to let me have it all my own way. What was it? Rape, incest, theft, treason, arson, wetting the bed at night..."


"...Or burning my mother alive," said the other sarcastically.


"Oh, be original at least." The Master was undisturbed. "Why are you here?"


Silence. Then the boy said slowly, "Because I admire you."


An appreciative titter ran round the audience. "You shock me," said Lymond. "Explain, please."


"All right," said the boy. "You've chosen a life of vice, and have been consistent and reliable and thorough and successful in carrying it out."


Lymond considered this with every appearance of seriousness. "I see. Thus the baseness of my morals is redeemed by the stature of my manners? You admire consistency?"


"Yes, I do."


"But prefer consistency in evil to consistency in good?"


"The choice is hypothetical."


"Lord; is it? What an exciting past you must have."


"I despise mediocrity," stated the young man firmly.


"And you would also despise me if I practised evil but professed purity?"


"Yes. I should."


"I see. What you are really saying, of course, is that you dislike hypocrisy, and people who can't stand by their principles. I find it so helpful," continued Lymond, "when some of my gentlemen have well-defined codes of conduct. It makes them more predictable."

Love this! 

What rubbish are you saying, Zazu???

Some more random pictures:

Insyirah, please don't move to Qatar. Meh. :(

XD (From the old sitcom, Home Improvement.)

From Bradley Trevor Greive's The Green Book

Less than 2 weeks to Ramadhan, and less than 3 weeks to recess week! O.O Time is sprinting, and I am exhausted.

ethics = a branch of beauty <3

Suddenly thought of this line while on the way home:

Don't beat about the bush; just beat the bush! Teach it a lesson.

(from DT, which might have taken it from elsewhere)

Partly because this morning in PBL class, we were circling around a single question for nearly an hour, and discussed the topic to death. -.- I think I am a very tolerant person, and I think I successfully present a calm facade to the world, so that most times, people have no idea I'm about to like, scream or something. Haha. Not that this morning was that bad (we've had worse the previous semester). But I felt like I wanted to stomp my feet or make an irritated sound.

I think this is where we learn to be patient with group and people dynamics. And accept that different people think differently, and you're going to get ramblers, chop-chop-pers (i.e. people who are on-the-ball), and in-your-face-rs etc etc in the world.

I feel like this now, because stressful times tend to converge together:

Edvard Munch's The Scream

There are apparently three kinds of people in the world: dabblers, hackers and masters. The first merely dabbles in everything but realising that the acquiring of any worthy skill is hard, gives up and never achieves any level of competence in anything i.e. Jack of all trades. Hackers are a bit better in the sense that they pursue a skill to some level of proficiency but then stagnate. Whereas mastery entails the continuous perfecting of an art or skill; you're supposed to get better and better forever.

I am scared of being stuck in the first category. :s Excellence is a virtue too.

Trouble blogging again. Because my mind is cluttered, and I'm getting lazy.


Also, I have statistics to study... and my goddd... this stuff is not sinking in. And to think I actually did Level 2000/3000 statistics modules before. Where did any of the info go! I think our brain does throw out stuff we personally, primitively hate. I know I've done this before... but O.O no important information about it remains. must. not. be. lazy. and. stubborn. must. mug.


Got bored (i.e. wanted to procrastinate) and tried to google tumblr and lymond together, and surprise, surprise! there wasn't one dedicated to it. -.- puh. But did find someone reviewing a little bit of Checkmate...


I'm loving Checkmate, but I just can't get over the fact that Lymond and Philippa can, in a way, read each other's minds. And NEITHER ONE OF THEM QUESTIONS IT. It just starts happening as though it's perfectly natural and normal for a couple in love to share a telepathic connection. NO ONE IS ALARMED. I'm alarmed that no one is alarmed.


from putting the pro in procrastination.


haha! I kind of remember thinking like this. 


Also, this makes me nostalgic; I do agree that most times, it's all about timing:


Oh God, I'm hopelessly gone. I should have waited a decade to read this when maybe I wouldn't be so susceptible to gorgeous, witty, dangerous heroes.


And some more stuff I agree with; how is it that I feel like I know this person:


And can I just say that this one line gave me shivers in a way the horror genre has never managed?

'It's Francis Crawford,' she said, her young voice harsh. 'Kill him for me?'

She says it to a roomful of 600 drunk men--men who happen to be Lymond's own army that he'd built. I was clutching my pillow and most likely groaning out loud at that point. Later we find out that Lymond walked into the room knowing everything would devolve into chaos and that they would probably end up flogging him. So before he doomed himself to that fate he loosened the chains on the whipping post so that he could get away later that night after they had whipped him. Jesus Christ. Just the fact that he walked into that room knowing he would fail to talk them down.... He comes in as they're verbally shredding his (dubious) reputation, violence permeating the air, and says, "Good evening. Wouldn't you prefer to stab me in the front, rather than the back?"

Who does that?! Who's that insane?!

This series is ruining me for all future novels. I can feel it. I can't remember the last time I was this immersed in a world and its characters.


YES, not since Lymond have I been truly satisfied again.


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okay, I need a nap before I force the mugging on myself. :s

I'm kinda having a nice roll of being disciplined and on-task with my work. (I hope I'm not jinxing myself by saying this!) I feel accomplished and sane, and I'm not picking up pieces of my brain off the floor that were scattered during panicked last-minute frenzies, haha.

Read this article called: On the difference between Good Dogs and Dogs That Need a Newspaper Smack, that attempts to describe the concept of privilege. It gets really convoluted, especially if you attempt to go through the numerous comments; I'm still trying to wrap my head around the whole thing. I particularly like the dog and gecko parable the author came up with to demonstrate the whole concept of privilege; hehe, it's quite cute.

The key to privilege isn’t worrying about having it, or trying to deny it, or apologize for it, or get rid of it. It’s just paying attention to it, and knowing what it means for you and the people around you. Having privilege is like having big feet. No one hates you for having big feet! They just want you to remember to be careful where you walk.

Oh my, this line:

That which crumbles mountains only shakes my Prophet. 

from an inspiring tumblr

Sometimes, I wonder about that suffocating feeling in and around the heart. And the greatness of some things. And then the relative smallness of others.