Today, I was really sleeping on my feet. Well, almost. Was half-sleeping in the train to school, was sleeping during biocomp lec, and was really dozing off on a study table for an hour after that. Then, slogged through lab with eyes barely open. Electrophoresis is shit work. The machine keeps conking every other try, so that one has to redo the freaking thing all over again. And we got dismal lab report marks.
But, on a lighter note! Eli is going to send me the movie Sunshine that he has on his comp! Yay. I hope he remembers. Been wanting to watch it since forever. :p
Am dreading politics of heritage lesson for once. And I don't think I wanna explain why. Everything is such a muddle, really.
I was whining tonight too. I was doing my normal cryptic whining. "I don't want to fight anymore..." Then my mum surprisingly responded, "Fight what?" And I simply repeated, "I don't want to fight anymore." I couldn't begin to tell her. Fight what? It's hard to say in so many words. (Besides, I have no intention of overloading this entry with emotional regurgitations.) You know what I keep picturing heaven to be? Just me laying down and looking up at the sky, and knowing the battle is over.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Having math lecture now, but my eyes, awake since 4.30 this morning, are dying to close. -_- Zzzz.
I am happy today because I finally got my birthday present from the birds! (5 months late! haha.) A watch! Obviously, they know my watch status is pathetic. I am currently wearing a $10 watch. heh. so yay! :)
We also grilled pigey. very painfully, I must say. :p She was so uncomfortable, she wanted to fiddle with everything she could get her hands on.
I am happy today because I finally got my birthday present from the birds! (5 months late! haha.) A watch! Obviously, they know my watch status is pathetic. I am currently wearing a $10 watch. heh. so yay! :)
We also grilled pigey. very painfully, I must say. :p She was so uncomfortable, she wanted to fiddle with everything she could get her hands on.
Monday, September 17, 2007
Sunday, September 16, 2007
I want to post the entry I contributed at my politics of heritage module forum. Cause I feel for it. So here.
It is difficult to address the issue of legitimacy, because essentially, we have to define what is right and what is wrong. And obviously, not everyone can agree on that. For instance, is the creation of the Israeli State justified? Sure, prehistory confirms that it is so. But at the expense of another country? At the expense of other peoples' homes? If we were to take the Israeli state concept and apply it elsewhere, then wouldn't the Native Americans say, have the right to rule USA, because America is technically theirs?
Singapore is of course, the exact opposite of Israel (despite Lee Kuan Yew's awe of the latter). We are not built on a long ancient history. The majority of Singaporeans are not natives. We came from elsewhere and we have settled here and called this place home. Imagine if the Orang Laut, an imaginary Singaporean version of Israelis on their return to motherland, claimed rule over Singapore - would we concede? I doubt so. So whose is Singapore? Does Singapore belong to the people who helped develop it or does it belong to the people who first originated from this land? Or maybe the most essential question is: Does conquering a piece of land immediately imply ownership? I can't even begin to assert my own opinion on this because I am completely torn about it. The Orang Laut would say, "You stole Singapore from us!" And we'd say, "You weren't here to defend it! And we made Singapore what it is today!" It just seems like an impossible situation!
After discussion in class, I went home to ask my mum, feeling quite bothered, "Singapore is originally a Malay country, right?" My mother replied with a vehement, "Yes!" And I told her, "Well, despite the way you always seem to put it, I don't think it's common knowledge at all!" Quite frankly, I feel very appalled, at the disparity of opinions within my household and within class. No one seemed very ready to say that the Orang Laut were essentially Malays, more than anything else, despite the obvious fact that the term "Orang Laut" itself is of the Malay language. The issue seems somewhat scary, and one has to tiptoe around it. It is starting to appear to me, that the term Orang Laut has been conveniently used to displace the roots of the Malays. Oh sure, quite a number of them were from Malaysia, technically not Singapore itself, and some from Indonesia, but surely, surely, there are indigenous Malays amongst them. But I think if you were to ask a Malay if he was a Native, he'd be confused and say no. I'm not sure what to make of it - state success in rewriting Singapore history perhaps, or are Malays really not natives of Singapore at all?
Of course it would be disadvantageous for Singapore to refer to the distant past with regards to our nationality. We'd be going back to talk of Majapahit eras and their ruling of the entire archipelago, and Malay folk tales of Hang Tuah, Hang Jebat and other Malay warriors. Doing so would backfire on Singapore's racial harmony concept; Malays would perhaps realise that they had more reason to live in Singapore; they'd demand more, perhaps; more rights, more power. Prehistory would favour the Malays. But certainly, starting the 1800s, all the races would be on better footing; we'd all be on par. So that's where our nation-state takes the start of Singapore history.
Kohl and Fawcett brings up the dilemma that "minority groups, particularly indigenous peoples, face when they assert their claims over the remains of a past used by the majority population to create an image of the nation's bi-cultural or multi-cultural identity". I can understand that. Because while Malays would claim that Singapore's distant past belongs to them, Singapore today however, isn't entirely theirs. It's a difficult situation and I think will remain so.
It is difficult to address the issue of legitimacy, because essentially, we have to define what is right and what is wrong. And obviously, not everyone can agree on that. For instance, is the creation of the Israeli State justified? Sure, prehistory confirms that it is so. But at the expense of another country? At the expense of other peoples' homes? If we were to take the Israeli state concept and apply it elsewhere, then wouldn't the Native Americans say, have the right to rule USA, because America is technically theirs?
Singapore is of course, the exact opposite of Israel (despite Lee Kuan Yew's awe of the latter). We are not built on a long ancient history. The majority of Singaporeans are not natives. We came from elsewhere and we have settled here and called this place home. Imagine if the Orang Laut, an imaginary Singaporean version of Israelis on their return to motherland, claimed rule over Singapore - would we concede? I doubt so. So whose is Singapore? Does Singapore belong to the people who helped develop it or does it belong to the people who first originated from this land? Or maybe the most essential question is: Does conquering a piece of land immediately imply ownership? I can't even begin to assert my own opinion on this because I am completely torn about it. The Orang Laut would say, "You stole Singapore from us!" And we'd say, "You weren't here to defend it! And we made Singapore what it is today!" It just seems like an impossible situation!
After discussion in class, I went home to ask my mum, feeling quite bothered, "Singapore is originally a Malay country, right?" My mother replied with a vehement, "Yes!" And I told her, "Well, despite the way you always seem to put it, I don't think it's common knowledge at all!" Quite frankly, I feel very appalled, at the disparity of opinions within my household and within class. No one seemed very ready to say that the Orang Laut were essentially Malays, more than anything else, despite the obvious fact that the term "Orang Laut" itself is of the Malay language. The issue seems somewhat scary, and one has to tiptoe around it. It is starting to appear to me, that the term Orang Laut has been conveniently used to displace the roots of the Malays. Oh sure, quite a number of them were from Malaysia, technically not Singapore itself, and some from Indonesia, but surely, surely, there are indigenous Malays amongst them. But I think if you were to ask a Malay if he was a Native, he'd be confused and say no. I'm not sure what to make of it - state success in rewriting Singapore history perhaps, or are Malays really not natives of Singapore at all?
Of course it would be disadvantageous for Singapore to refer to the distant past with regards to our nationality. We'd be going back to talk of Majapahit eras and their ruling of the entire archipelago, and Malay folk tales of Hang Tuah, Hang Jebat and other Malay warriors. Doing so would backfire on Singapore's racial harmony concept; Malays would perhaps realise that they had more reason to live in Singapore; they'd demand more, perhaps; more rights, more power. Prehistory would favour the Malays. But certainly, starting the 1800s, all the races would be on better footing; we'd all be on par. So that's where our nation-state takes the start of Singapore history.
Kohl and Fawcett brings up the dilemma that "minority groups, particularly indigenous peoples, face when they assert their claims over the remains of a past used by the majority population to create an image of the nation's bi-cultural or multi-cultural identity". I can understand that. Because while Malays would claim that Singapore's distant past belongs to them, Singapore today however, isn't entirely theirs. It's a difficult situation and I think will remain so.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Am finally clearing my hotmail inbox. The amount of undeleted mail is incredible. Then I discovered why I saved certain emails - cause they're sweet and I can be sentimental. But I've decided to be brutal and delete them anyway. So here's some stuff that I've decided to salvage... This one's from my sis while I was in the US.
I am chatting with you, yet you are not chatting. Think umi like really misses you and abang. It's quite funny. She stones in the little spaces of time she has. Then she'll say: "Kakak tengah tidur, kakak tengah kat campus sekarang." and so on. Just informing you that you're being missed.
And this one's from Eunice when we were discussing US holiday:
I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING. You're thinking, "Eeeks! How can I get to SF from Stanford on my own!! My parents will freak out! I will freak out!!!" (Or something along those lines. :D) DON'T PANIC.
Haha. Ended up taking the train with Christine anyway.
Iftar at our house tonight! :)
I am chatting with you, yet you are not chatting. Think umi like really misses you and abang. It's quite funny. She stones in the little spaces of time she has. Then she'll say: "Kakak tengah tidur, kakak tengah kat campus sekarang." and so on. Just informing you that you're being missed.
And this one's from Eunice when we were discussing US holiday:
I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING. You're thinking, "Eeeks! How can I get to SF from Stanford on my own!! My parents will freak out! I will freak out!!!" (Or something along those lines. :D) DON'T PANIC.
Haha. Ended up taking the train with Christine anyway.
Iftar at our house tonight! :)
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Went to the airport today to send Daddy off for his Ramadhan Umrah. Jealous jealous! Hopefully, I'll get to go again someday. I was telling my sis:
Me: You know what. I think the only time I was really really happy was when I was there. I mean, it wasn't really a high, I wasn't having the kind of high that rollercoasters can give you. But I was content and really happy. Despite, I remember vividly, having to study for freaking prelims and lugging my chem textbook. I was just really... happy.
Sis: It's called peace.
Me: YAR! Peace! That's it!
Heehee. But really. Peace is so hard to find.
Anyway, I also wish I was more affectionate like my sis. I take afer my dad too much (his fault, I say!). When she hugged him today, she immediately said, "I love you." She made it easier for me to tell him I love him too.
Airports are places brimming with love.
***
On other shocking news: pigey! goodnessgracious. I told Duckie today that we should make a pact. Should any of us friends undergo anything major in our lives, the rest should be informed within a one month period, MAX. That should be enough buffer period for whatever thinking, chewing-over, or contemplating that one needs to do. No?
Suddenly dropping the bomb nearly one year later is seriously @_@. SHOCKING. Do that, and on top of the natural initial surprise, expect a "You took this long to tell us you have a boyfriend???" tirade and also expect to be grilled like a sotong. ahah.
Me: You know what. I think the only time I was really really happy was when I was there. I mean, it wasn't really a high, I wasn't having the kind of high that rollercoasters can give you. But I was content and really happy. Despite, I remember vividly, having to study for freaking prelims and lugging my chem textbook. I was just really... happy.
Sis: It's called peace.
Me: YAR! Peace! That's it!
Heehee. But really. Peace is so hard to find.
Anyway, I also wish I was more affectionate like my sis. I take afer my dad too much (his fault, I say!). When she hugged him today, she immediately said, "I love you." She made it easier for me to tell him I love him too.
Airports are places brimming with love.
***
On other shocking news: pigey! goodnessgracious. I told Duckie today that we should make a pact. Should any of us friends undergo anything major in our lives, the rest should be informed within a one month period, MAX. That should be enough buffer period for whatever thinking, chewing-over, or contemplating that one needs to do. No?
Suddenly dropping the bomb nearly one year later is seriously @_@. SHOCKING. Do that, and on top of the natural initial surprise, expect a "You took this long to tell us you have a boyfriend???" tirade and also expect to be grilled like a sotong. ahah.
Monday, September 10, 2007
I think I'm falling into my pit of angst again. Every other post will start to sound like a tantrum. But really, man. There are a million and one things to be angry about in this world. Not least with oneself. How does one cope?
My sister just sighed over her physics books again. And I had to laugh out and say, "Why must our lives be filled with sighs?"
The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time, and still retain the ability to function. One should, for example, be able to see that things are hopeless and yet be determined to make them otherwise. - F. Scott Fitzgerald
In other words, be happy despite miserable situation and in the hope of striving for a better one.
okay, enough of this.
***
Peacewish: Stupid bureaucrats! Stupid politicians! They think they can just do whatever they like to us, trample our rights and take away what’s ours, in the name of what they think is ‘right’. Like, the cotton-brained &$-ups in the State Department that are robbing American citizens of their hard earned money for idiotic foreign projects.
Meilin: As in…
Peacewish: As in the government grant they’re ‘giving’ to my school in Thailand. Some dim bulb thought up a plan to prevent future terrorism by teaching all the Muslims down here some English – I guess in the hope that if they know how to order a hamburger in a restaurant they won’t be so inclined to blow it up. Doesn’t bin Laden speak perfectly fluent English?
Tomoyo: Well, in his fatwahs he seems to think it’s all right to end a sentence with both a question mark and an exclamation mark.
haha. I wonder if that's really true.
Sometimes one can find such a treasure of a writer on the internet. I really do like Peacewish's works. (Above is a dialogue she enacts between herself and all her characters at the end of every fic, in the name of thrashing out the plot and themes.) All her political angst fused into a fantasy/action story with adorable and wonderfully-developed characters are extremely engaging.
***
Time for long-long-overdue photos. (So typical of me, isn't it?) Last last weekend (31st Aug) was a much-anticipated cousin dinner at Sakura, courtesy of dearest kaktiyah. It was full of crappiness (on our parts, not the restaurant) and loads of good food. It was a buffet. Hussain accidentally ordered black herbal chicken, thinking it was black PEPPER chicken. It turned out appearing utterly foreign and inedible-looking, and we all dared each other to taste the soup. A memorable night. :)
This is us when we managed to stop laughing.
Hussain lost the number game and was forced to take a sip of his black herbal chicken. :p
***
ahah.
My sister just sighed over her physics books again. And I had to laugh out and say, "Why must our lives be filled with sighs?"
The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time, and still retain the ability to function. One should, for example, be able to see that things are hopeless and yet be determined to make them otherwise. - F. Scott Fitzgerald
In other words, be happy despite miserable situation and in the hope of striving for a better one.
okay, enough of this.
***
Peacewish: Stupid bureaucrats! Stupid politicians! They think they can just do whatever they like to us, trample our rights and take away what’s ours, in the name of what they think is ‘right’. Like, the cotton-brained &$-ups in the State Department that are robbing American citizens of their hard earned money for idiotic foreign projects.
Meilin: As in…
Peacewish: As in the government grant they’re ‘giving’ to my school in Thailand. Some dim bulb thought up a plan to prevent future terrorism by teaching all the Muslims down here some English – I guess in the hope that if they know how to order a hamburger in a restaurant they won’t be so inclined to blow it up. Doesn’t bin Laden speak perfectly fluent English?
Tomoyo: Well, in his fatwahs he seems to think it’s all right to end a sentence with both a question mark and an exclamation mark.
haha. I wonder if that's really true.
Sometimes one can find such a treasure of a writer on the internet. I really do like Peacewish's works. (Above is a dialogue she enacts between herself and all her characters at the end of every fic, in the name of thrashing out the plot and themes.) All her political angst fused into a fantasy/action story with adorable and wonderfully-developed characters are extremely engaging.
***
Time for long-long-overdue photos. (So typical of me, isn't it?) Last last weekend (31st Aug) was a much-anticipated cousin dinner at Sakura, courtesy of dearest kaktiyah. It was full of crappiness (on our parts, not the restaurant) and loads of good food. It was a buffet. Hussain accidentally ordered black herbal chicken, thinking it was black PEPPER chicken. It turned out appearing utterly foreign and inedible-looking, and we all dared each other to taste the soup. A memorable night. :)
This is us when we managed to stop laughing.
Hussain lost the number game and was forced to take a sip of his black herbal chicken. :p
***
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Saturday, September 08, 2007
Okay. It's time I blogged. Cause I've been meaning to. But something else always comes first.
This has to be recounted. Because I had such a visceral reaction and I want it to be remembered, and I want people to know. I was having a typical 6-hour-long biochemistry lab session. And some of my lab peers love to converse in Chinese. Which is fine with me, because I have accepted that it is too much of a natural instinct for them when they're together.
But when fellow Indian dude misconstrues Singapore as a result, I SNAP:
Two Chinese dudes walk past blabbering in Chinese to each other, and they seemed harried.
Indian: Eh, what did they say?
Me: Eh. How should I know?
Indian: You've been living in this country forever deh...
I think at this point, my face completely froze over.
Me: Singapore is not a Chinese country, okay. We have a Malay national anthem.
I couldn't control myself. I even jeling ah! Ohmygoodness. And it's so totally not his fault. He was just ignorant. But shock and anger totally monopolised my speech. And then I stalked off to the sink to wash something, before I could say anything else. He looked completely taken aback by my response.
Clearly, this is an uncontrollably sore topic for me. The incredible injustice of it all.
This has to be recounted. Because I had such a visceral reaction and I want it to be remembered, and I want people to know. I was having a typical 6-hour-long biochemistry lab session. And some of my lab peers love to converse in Chinese. Which is fine with me, because I have accepted that it is too much of a natural instinct for them when they're together.
But when fellow Indian dude misconstrues Singapore as a result, I SNAP:
Two Chinese dudes walk past blabbering in Chinese to each other, and they seemed harried.
Indian: Eh, what did they say?
Me: Eh. How should I know?
Indian: You've been living in this country forever deh...
I think at this point, my face completely froze over.
Me: Singapore is not a Chinese country, okay. We have a Malay national anthem.
I couldn't control myself. I even jeling ah! Ohmygoodness. And it's so totally not his fault. He was just ignorant. But shock and anger totally monopolised my speech. And then I stalked off to the sink to wash something, before I could say anything else. He looked completely taken aback by my response.
Clearly, this is an uncontrollably sore topic for me. The incredible injustice of it all.
Monday, September 03, 2007
I almost didn't want to blog because I am so freaking tired, I wish I could just keel over, curl into a ball and hibernate like a bear. Really man. I don't know what I'm surviving on. I understand the pull of drugs now. Haha.
You know what I wish? I wish I were a Roswell alien so that I'd only require three hours of sleep a night. I like to sleep, but there just ain't enough time to do all the things that life can offer you.
Had a seriously hectic weekend full of family melodrama, but loads of laughs as well.
Somebody tell me how to survive uni with the family that I have. I feel like rubber slowly being stretched too thin. And then, snap. Haiyoh.
Okay you know what. I am too tired.
You know what I wish? I wish I were a Roswell alien so that I'd only require three hours of sleep a night. I like to sleep, but there just ain't enough time to do all the things that life can offer you.
Had a seriously hectic weekend full of family melodrama, but loads of laughs as well.
Somebody tell me how to survive uni with the family that I have. I feel like rubber slowly being stretched too thin. And then, snap. Haiyoh.
Okay you know what. I am too tired.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
I feel like I'm splitting my skull. Critical thinking is an ass. And truly, that's what freaking term papers require of you. They require you to plumb the depths of the mind and come out with some amazing epiphany you can shape into a thesis. It is exhausting in the extreme. I mean, one can sit down in one position for two hours straight contemplating one chain of causality in the quest of finding ultimate root of a world problem. Or something like that.
I've gone beyond wanting to scratch my cheeks to ribbons (I suppose that's a different kind of frustration). My morbidity has brought me to envisioning encasing my eyeballs in a special wooden case. So that, for a little while, I can escape my thoughts and go to sleep. I can't seem to rest.
When you think about it: aaah... the comforts of science. Nice, logical equations.
Watched Notes On A Scandal last night. It has frightened me into wanting marriage, no matter the partner. AHAH. No, I'm kidding lah. I couldn't do that, I think. Briefly, Judi Dench acts as psycho spinster and Cate Blanchett acts as unknowing victim. Spinster clings to fellow colleague like a leech, and it evokes both pity and utter horror. The story explores the dangerous depths of loneliness and lack of human touch. From now on, I shall attmept to hug others more and adopt a kid if I don't manage to have my own some day.
I've gone beyond wanting to scratch my cheeks to ribbons (I suppose that's a different kind of frustration). My morbidity has brought me to envisioning encasing my eyeballs in a special wooden case. So that, for a little while, I can escape my thoughts and go to sleep. I can't seem to rest.
When you think about it: aaah... the comforts of science. Nice, logical equations.
Watched Notes On A Scandal last night. It has frightened me into wanting marriage, no matter the partner. AHAH. No, I'm kidding lah. I couldn't do that, I think. Briefly, Judi Dench acts as psycho spinster and Cate Blanchett acts as unknowing victim. Spinster clings to fellow colleague like a leech, and it evokes both pity and utter horror. The story explores the dangerous depths of loneliness and lack of human touch. From now on, I shall attmept to hug others more and adopt a kid if I don't manage to have my own some day.
Friday, August 24, 2007
I keep getting back aches and shoulder aches! Eeesh.
My fridays shall all be nice days from now on. Because both my lectures are webcasted! So that effectively, I do not need to turn up. :p But of course, I must discipline myself and watch the webcasts.
Seeing my advisor tomorrow. I don't think I know at all what we'll be discussing.
I am sad because I won't be going for my politics of heritage cambodia field trip!
:( Because it will be Ramadhan. Ah sigh.
I'm still mentally tired from wednesday's 6 hour lab session so excuse the extremely routine, boring post. I can't seem to exert any extra energy. I just want to laze indefinitely and read Lymond. Please?
My fridays shall all be nice days from now on. Because both my lectures are webcasted! So that effectively, I do not need to turn up. :p But of course, I must discipline myself and watch the webcasts.
Seeing my advisor tomorrow. I don't think I know at all what we'll be discussing.
I am sad because I won't be going for my politics of heritage cambodia field trip!
:( Because it will be Ramadhan. Ah sigh.
I'm still mentally tired from wednesday's 6 hour lab session so excuse the extremely routine, boring post. I can't seem to exert any extra energy. I just want to laze indefinitely and read Lymond. Please?
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Because I miss Lymond, I googled him. :p
I read 600 books doing research for the Lymond Chronicles. And, remember, this was before computers and copy machines. I must have copied out thousands of pages of notes - which I still have, collected in notebooks.
~Dorothy Dunnett
Goodness. What wouldn't any of us give for just a little bit of those notes!
And you know what! Donati = Dunnett in Italian!
The name Donati - as in Evangelista Donati, who looks after Joleta and later hands Kuzum into the care of Philippa at Zakynthos - is apparently the Italian form of Dunnett... So like Dorothy to drop such a connection into the story knowing that it might lay undiscovered for years. I can just hear her laughing - ‘oh good, they found one, but there’s plenty more to go’.
Man! I so want to sit and reread. If I were thrown on a desert island, I'd want the chronicles to be with me.
I read 600 books doing research for the Lymond Chronicles. And, remember, this was before computers and copy machines. I must have copied out thousands of pages of notes - which I still have, collected in notebooks.
~Dorothy Dunnett
Goodness. What wouldn't any of us give for just a little bit of those notes!
And you know what! Donati = Dunnett in Italian!
The name Donati - as in Evangelista Donati, who looks after Joleta and later hands Kuzum into the care of Philippa at Zakynthos - is apparently the Italian form of Dunnett... So like Dorothy to drop such a connection into the story knowing that it might lay undiscovered for years. I can just hear her laughing - ‘oh good, they found one, but there’s plenty more to go’.
Man! I so want to sit and reread. If I were thrown on a desert island, I'd want the chronicles to be with me.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Been finally working somewhat intensively on multiculturalism paper. :s Daniel thinks I'm in trouble with it. Not far from the truth, that.
whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there? ahahah. with open arms and open eyes? no. Probably mine will be screwed shut in fear.
I have to constantly calm myself down... Fretting over every little thing is my natural instinct. Must fight.
I have photos from the previous liqa'!
And then we insisted on making the boys wear the scarf. Ahahaha. Too bored, we were.
Macam achi rempah. heh.
Okay, have to go. Mudaris coming in a while for arabic!
whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there? ahahah. with open arms and open eyes? no. Probably mine will be screwed shut in fear.
I have to constantly calm myself down... Fretting over every little thing is my natural instinct. Must fight.
I have photos from the previous liqa'!
And then we insisted on making the boys wear the scarf. Ahahaha. Too bored, we were.
Macam achi rempah. heh.
Okay, have to go. Mudaris coming in a while for arabic!
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Every day, I think of at least three different things to blog about. But when I get here, nothing comes easy. Writing is so dependent on split-second inspiration sometimes. Epiphanies should be treated with reverence - I should stop mid-step, mid-work, mid-mrt-cabin and scribble them down or something.
I was incredibly unlucky today. It culminated in my having to wait near an hour for bus No. 10 in old bedok area. After 50 minutes of waiting, I was completely and utterly pissed at SBS, and stalked off from the bedok ria bus stop and walked to tanah merah station instead. But then: (yes, you guessed it) No. 10 drove past. Grrrr.
Not to mention that whilst waiting for the infuriating bus, a couple of banglas wandered over, apparently lost. Looking for some garden called Limau Bali. What on earth. Never heard of such a place. I was being reticent and fairly unresponsive. They were nice and okay-looking but they were still unfamiliar FOREIGNERS and notorious banglas some more and I was alone at a lonely bus stop during the night.
You have no idea how much I wished I had a boyfriend at hand at that point in time. HAHA. Anyway, I digress.
Luckily, they had the sense to sit a bench apart from me, while still insisting on making conversation though. Their english is super unintelligible by the way. One of them said he had a sister also called shamiah. Yes, they asked for my name, and I hesitated at first, but couldn't see too much harm in telling. I didn't want to seem too rude. They were still human beings. So they hung around, one of them messaging on his handphone, while I fidgeted and tried to will No.10 to come by sheer force of mind (didn't work of course). Then to my relief, they decided to take a cab. And I was still there waiting for blasted No.10. Then, like I said, I stormed off after a while more. Seriously man - banglas came and went and still bus failed to arrive!
blah and gah. Also, pentas money matters are making me like this: >.<
I was incredibly unlucky today. It culminated in my having to wait near an hour for bus No. 10 in old bedok area. After 50 minutes of waiting, I was completely and utterly pissed at SBS, and stalked off from the bedok ria bus stop and walked to tanah merah station instead. But then: (yes, you guessed it) No. 10 drove past. Grrrr.
Not to mention that whilst waiting for the infuriating bus, a couple of banglas wandered over, apparently lost. Looking for some garden called Limau Bali. What on earth. Never heard of such a place. I was being reticent and fairly unresponsive. They were nice and okay-looking but they were still unfamiliar FOREIGNERS and notorious banglas some more and I was alone at a lonely bus stop during the night.
You have no idea how much I wished I had a boyfriend at hand at that point in time. HAHA. Anyway, I digress.
Luckily, they had the sense to sit a bench apart from me, while still insisting on making conversation though. Their english is super unintelligible by the way. One of them said he had a sister also called shamiah. Yes, they asked for my name, and I hesitated at first, but couldn't see too much harm in telling. I didn't want to seem too rude. They were still human beings. So they hung around, one of them messaging on his handphone, while I fidgeted and tried to will No.10 to come by sheer force of mind (didn't work of course). Then to my relief, they decided to take a cab. And I was still there waiting for blasted No.10. Then, like I said, I stormed off after a while more. Seriously man - banglas came and went and still bus failed to arrive!
blah and gah. Also, pentas money matters are making me like this: >.<
Sunday, August 12, 2007
We had a syabab united gathering in occasion of isra' mi'raj yesterday. And it was... good. Although 'good' doesn't quite cut the description for the whole event. Yesterday was a day for much pondering and brain-squeezing. (Notice how my adjectives have involved the word 'brain' lately.) aiyah. right now, I am in no mood to be detailed.
I think I've become that little bit better in arabic. humyay.
I wonder if, at the bottom of it all, we all just live to be loved.
I think I've become that little bit better in arabic. humyay.
I wonder if, at the bottom of it all, we all just live to be loved.
Thursday, August 09, 2007
I am rich and happy. (okaylah, not so rich, but still happy):)))) Haaaaa. It feels good. After much stress and agony, (right to the last moment, let me tell you), it feels real good to know people were happy with pentas. And that we made it work - DESPITE EVERYTHING.
Despite our certainty that murphy's laws were toying with us at every turn, we managed to overcome. Everything that could have gone wrong really did. So much so that ibnur himself lost faith in 'ibnur's laws'. Haha. So many merepek obstacles overcome. Ohmygosh. Farhanah was right. Can't believe it's over. 10 frakking months, was it? So looooong.
I don't have any photos cause I was lazy to whip out my camera. Too kecoh with everything.
Just to illustrate the craziness of pentas, even on the night itself:
1) an hour to arrival of GOH, I discovered our reserved parking lots were taken over by two unknown vehicles. (Wanted to scream, man.) I was about to breakdown, I tell you. Haha. Then, I paced around the carpark, wracking my brains. Here, I have to thank Yusrina, whose cute, tiny blue car was miraculously one of the cars that managed to get parking. So we begged her to give up her space for GOH's big merc and she obliged. We owe her big. Miracle, that was. Stupid, useless VT people who didn't tell me properly to guard the lots. Eeeesh.
2) Front doors refused to open at 8 pm. Wahlau. People swarming around the registration table with irritated faces is not a pleasant experience.
3) As me and yammie were starting to clear up the registration table at bout 8.30, this boy came up to us and said, "Kak, boleh masuk tak? I baru kena rompak ah. Nak jumpa kawan kejap." We were like @_@, WHAT. "Sumpah???" "Sumpah!" Apparently, some three dudes, just round the corner, took away his bag of money and his ticket. And we gave him the benefit of the doubt and yammie took him in to see his friend. We were freaked out ah! Me especially, owing to the fact that I was holding on to a cashbox overflowing with bills.
4) omg. the most kecoh results tabulation EVER. Lin and Hidayat calculating scores at one end of the world (we had no idea which corner of the theatre they were parked at, painfully taking FOREVER counting), and me freaking out over prizes, at stage right. Waiting for Lin to come over with the results. Hilarious to recall now. Ibnur was writing out names of sponsors on a piece of white paper for our dewa/emcee, as a filler dialgue, while we waited for Lin. And then we couldn't find SCOTCHTAPE to tape the paper onto the dewa's scroll. I was wringing my hands with worry. Then Ibnur started peeling off tape from the plastic bags backstage to pathetically paste the paper on the scroll.
Then, when Mahathir, our fantastic dewa, was on stage unfurling the scroll, the white paper fell, and he went, "Tengoklah makhluk bumi ni, tak tahu nak gam betul-betul!"
OMG! He is so hilarious. Fantastic, spontaneous performer. My sis (who sat right in front of the judges) said Rafaat Hamzah was totally impressed by him. He was like, "Mana dorang dapat budak ni seh?"
I kept calling Lin up to tell her to STOP COUNTING AND COME WITH THE RESULTS NOW NOW NOW. I think there were three of us there running around like worried, headless chickens. Wany was totally stressing, "I need the results now! Now!" And then when Lin finally came, there were like about ten of us crowding over the judges' papers. I was totally totally BRAIN-SCRAMBLED. Cause Mahathir was done announcing the sponsors and we still didn't have the results.
I had to squat down for a moment to gather my thoughts before I totally went nuts.
Then we were all like, crowding around the papers, dashing out:
"Okay, sape overall?"
"I need everyone to look at the drama sheet, the drama sheet."
"Lin, SAPE OVERALL WINNER???"
"Purnama Sari! Purnama Sari!"
"Best actor? Best actor?"
"Just give me a name!"
"(read off judging sheet) Yang pakai baju merah..."
"Sape yang pakai baju merah!!!"
"OHMYGOD!!!" (this is probably me being totally stressed and unhelpful)
"Mat Jenin, Mat Jenin!"
"You sure???"
And all the while, Mahathir was going back and forth, on and off stage, entertaining the audience while we figured out the winners. His booming voice, "Apasal lambat sangat hah!", was half-making me go into hysterics.
GOODNESS.
That whole 5 minute fiasco has made such precious memory now. I'll never forget how crazy it was. HAHAHA.
Wooooooooooooooooooooooh.
I'm glad we all stuck by pentas budaya.
Despite our certainty that murphy's laws were toying with us at every turn, we managed to overcome. Everything that could have gone wrong really did. So much so that ibnur himself lost faith in 'ibnur's laws'. Haha. So many merepek obstacles overcome. Ohmygosh. Farhanah was right. Can't believe it's over. 10 frakking months, was it? So looooong.
I don't have any photos cause I was lazy to whip out my camera. Too kecoh with everything.
Just to illustrate the craziness of pentas, even on the night itself:
1) an hour to arrival of GOH, I discovered our reserved parking lots were taken over by two unknown vehicles. (Wanted to scream, man.) I was about to breakdown, I tell you. Haha. Then, I paced around the carpark, wracking my brains. Here, I have to thank Yusrina, whose cute, tiny blue car was miraculously one of the cars that managed to get parking. So we begged her to give up her space for GOH's big merc and she obliged. We owe her big. Miracle, that was. Stupid, useless VT people who didn't tell me properly to guard the lots. Eeeesh.
2) Front doors refused to open at 8 pm. Wahlau. People swarming around the registration table with irritated faces is not a pleasant experience.
3) As me and yammie were starting to clear up the registration table at bout 8.30, this boy came up to us and said, "Kak, boleh masuk tak? I baru kena rompak ah. Nak jumpa kawan kejap." We were like @_@, WHAT. "Sumpah???" "Sumpah!" Apparently, some three dudes, just round the corner, took away his bag of money and his ticket. And we gave him the benefit of the doubt and yammie took him in to see his friend. We were freaked out ah! Me especially, owing to the fact that I was holding on to a cashbox overflowing with bills.
4) omg. the most kecoh results tabulation EVER. Lin and Hidayat calculating scores at one end of the world (we had no idea which corner of the theatre they were parked at, painfully taking FOREVER counting), and me freaking out over prizes, at stage right. Waiting for Lin to come over with the results. Hilarious to recall now. Ibnur was writing out names of sponsors on a piece of white paper for our dewa/emcee, as a filler dialgue, while we waited for Lin. And then we couldn't find SCOTCHTAPE to tape the paper onto the dewa's scroll. I was wringing my hands with worry. Then Ibnur started peeling off tape from the plastic bags backstage to pathetically paste the paper on the scroll.
Then, when Mahathir, our fantastic dewa, was on stage unfurling the scroll, the white paper fell, and he went, "Tengoklah makhluk bumi ni, tak tahu nak gam betul-betul!"
OMG! He is so hilarious. Fantastic, spontaneous performer. My sis (who sat right in front of the judges) said Rafaat Hamzah was totally impressed by him. He was like, "Mana dorang dapat budak ni seh?"
I kept calling Lin up to tell her to STOP COUNTING AND COME WITH THE RESULTS NOW NOW NOW. I think there were three of us there running around like worried, headless chickens. Wany was totally stressing, "I need the results now! Now!" And then when Lin finally came, there were like about ten of us crowding over the judges' papers. I was totally totally BRAIN-SCRAMBLED. Cause Mahathir was done announcing the sponsors and we still didn't have the results.
I had to squat down for a moment to gather my thoughts before I totally went nuts.
Then we were all like, crowding around the papers, dashing out:
"Okay, sape overall?"
"I need everyone to look at the drama sheet, the drama sheet."
"Lin, SAPE OVERALL WINNER???"
"Purnama Sari! Purnama Sari!"
"Best actor? Best actor?"
"Just give me a name!"
"(read off judging sheet) Yang pakai baju merah..."
"Sape yang pakai baju merah!!!"
"OHMYGOD!!!" (this is probably me being totally stressed and unhelpful)
"Mat Jenin, Mat Jenin!"
"You sure???"
And all the while, Mahathir was going back and forth, on and off stage, entertaining the audience while we figured out the winners. His booming voice, "Apasal lambat sangat hah!", was half-making me go into hysterics.
GOODNESS.
That whole 5 minute fiasco has made such precious memory now. I'll never forget how crazy it was. HAHAHA.
Wooooooooooooooooooooooh.
I'm glad we all stuck by pentas budaya.
Sunday, August 05, 2007
crunch time for pentas. :s
Amidst all these whacked things going on that's frying my brain into mush, it feels strangely incongruous to receive a 'Hi, cher!' from one of my hyper ex-students. Cheerfulness ain't fitting in right now.
The impossibility of tomorrow (but see how we will triumph over impossibilities):
1) We need 36 packets of white printing paper for event booklets, the cost of which was not foreseen by the blur-sighted treasurer - me.
2) We have no transport to carry said paper.
3) 36 packets of paper are heavy.
4) I think we have less than 4 hours to print 1200 copies of event booklets.
5) Current manpower: 2
6) Despite all this, I have the comp bio tea session that I need to attend in the morning, owing to pressing doubts and questions.
Extreme multi-tasking reduces productivity.
Amidst all these whacked things going on that's frying my brain into mush, it feels strangely incongruous to receive a 'Hi, cher!' from one of my hyper ex-students. Cheerfulness ain't fitting in right now.
The impossibility of tomorrow (but see how we will triumph over impossibilities):
1) We need 36 packets of white printing paper for event booklets, the cost of which was not foreseen by the blur-sighted treasurer - me.
2) We have no transport to carry said paper.
3) 36 packets of paper are heavy.
4) I think we have less than 4 hours to print 1200 copies of event booklets.
5) Current manpower: 2
6) Despite all this, I have the comp bio tea session that I need to attend in the morning, owing to pressing doubts and questions.
Extreme multi-tasking reduces productivity.
Friday, August 03, 2007
All my modules for this sem have been settled. :) thank god.
Today, for the first time at coffee bean, I got a Mango Creme fruit blend instead of my normal coffee blends. Delicious.
The beginning of every sem seems to give me a certain drive. I'm all geared up now to raise my cap. Must must must. Else usp or comp bio might give me the boot.
Today, for the first time at coffee bean, I got a Mango Creme fruit blend instead of my normal coffee blends. Delicious.
The beginning of every sem seems to give me a certain drive. I'm all geared up now to raise my cap. Must must must. Else usp or comp bio might give me the boot.
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
[Yu Jie] loves the HP books! says:
ahahaha guess WHAT!
shammity rammity says:
eh
shammity rammity says:
WHAT?
shammity rammity says:
you have a boyfriend?
[Yu Jie] loves the HP books! says:
-_________________________-
shammity rammity says:
okay.. not that... you're gonna appear on tv?
shammity rammity says:
WHAT!!!
[Yu Jie] loves the HP books! says:
I GOT A KITCHEN SCALE!
[Yu Jie] loves the HP books! says:
:'D
[Yu Jie] loves the HP books! says:
HAHAHA
shammity rammity says:
-___________________________-"
shammity rammity says:
goodness.
unhealthy obsession over kitchen appliances much? haha.
ahahaha guess WHAT!
shammity rammity says:
eh
shammity rammity says:
WHAT?
shammity rammity says:
you have a boyfriend?
[Yu Jie] loves the HP books! says:
-_________________________-
shammity rammity says:
okay.. not that... you're gonna appear on tv?
shammity rammity says:
WHAT!!!
[Yu Jie] loves the HP books! says:
I GOT A KITCHEN SCALE!
[Yu Jie] loves the HP books! says:
:'D
[Yu Jie] loves the HP books! says:
HAHAHA
shammity rammity says:
-___________________________-"
shammity rammity says:
goodness.
unhealthy obsession over kitchen appliances much? haha.
Everything's so hectic. My favourite time of any day now lies during the wee hours of the morning - past midnight when I've signed off msn and when I've made myself quit worrying about one thing or another. And I can relax and read and escape.
Earlier, I was washing this mug I had used. The mug was from someone's wedding and had all these words of promise and forever-ness inscribed within a heart. And then a moment later, I realised that the couple was no longer together. I zonked out for a bit in surprise. How horrible is it to realise a mug outlasts a marriage? I suppose, if one were to think about it, there must be a million of such items from a million failed relationships. But to hold it in my hand like that - so sad lah. People make so many empty promises of forever, eh?
Earlier, I was washing this mug I had used. The mug was from someone's wedding and had all these words of promise and forever-ness inscribed within a heart. And then a moment later, I realised that the couple was no longer together. I zonked out for a bit in surprise. How horrible is it to realise a mug outlasts a marriage? I suppose, if one were to think about it, there must be a million of such items from a million failed relationships. But to hold it in my hand like that - so sad lah. People make so many empty promises of forever, eh?
Monday, July 30, 2007
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Possible modules for USP this coming sem:
- Cyberart: sounds uber fun cause it has video and photography and generally stuff that I love. But sounds extremely time-consuming. Two major projects or something.
- Negotiating Moral Issues: ethics of biotech. Very relevant. Okay, I guess.
- Southeast Asian Studies: Making of a Region - doesn't sound too bad. It doesn't look like social studies.
- Quantum Computing and Information - freakily interesting because it has the whole crazy quantum world involved! you know, electrons disappearing and tiny particles that defy classical physics! but I only have one science module left to do. And if I do this I can't do Time, Space and Matter next time. Time, Space and Matter is even more fascinating cause it's the whole Einstein space theory about the infinitely expanding universe and time stuff I can't understand. Haha.
Waaah. I don't know. My course schedules are still in a mess. I think I need to see my advisor ASAP to help me sort out my uni life. Because at the rate I'm going... I'm pretty screwed. No space for first-tier modules... much less for advanced ones!
My multiculturalism essay still not materialising! :s
I came up with a strategy while praying today. Everytime I feel an anxiety attack coming, I shall pause, blank my mind and count to ten. Then I tell myself, whatever it is and no matter how bad the situation, Allah and Rasul will help me. (Amin.) One must always keep perspective in order to stay sane. Besides, Bertrand Russell (I think) also said that the sign of a nervous breakdown is when one starts taking one's work far too seriously. So CHILL, I tell myself.
- Cyberart: sounds uber fun cause it has video and photography and generally stuff that I love. But sounds extremely time-consuming. Two major projects or something.
- Negotiating Moral Issues: ethics of biotech. Very relevant. Okay, I guess.
- Southeast Asian Studies: Making of a Region - doesn't sound too bad. It doesn't look like social studies.
- Quantum Computing and Information - freakily interesting because it has the whole crazy quantum world involved! you know, electrons disappearing and tiny particles that defy classical physics! but I only have one science module left to do. And if I do this I can't do Time, Space and Matter next time. Time, Space and Matter is even more fascinating cause it's the whole Einstein space theory about the infinitely expanding universe and time stuff I can't understand. Haha.
Waaah. I don't know. My course schedules are still in a mess. I think I need to see my advisor ASAP to help me sort out my uni life. Because at the rate I'm going... I'm pretty screwed. No space for first-tier modules... much less for advanced ones!
My multiculturalism essay still not materialising! :s
I came up with a strategy while praying today. Everytime I feel an anxiety attack coming, I shall pause, blank my mind and count to ten. Then I tell myself, whatever it is and no matter how bad the situation, Allah and Rasul will help me. (Amin.) One must always keep perspective in order to stay sane. Besides, Bertrand Russell (I think) also said that the sign of a nervous breakdown is when one starts taking one's work far too seriously. So CHILL, I tell myself.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
potterpuffs are back! now with icons and pics for deathly hallows. Don't scroll down if you fear spoilers of any form.
luna and xeno!!! adorable, aren't they? :p
go to potterpuffs for more.
luna and xeno!!! adorable, aren't they? :p
go to potterpuffs for more.
It feels wrong not to talk about the end of HP here. It being so influential on my life and all.
I mean to abandon this place for a while, to take time off, for reasons even I have trouble understanding.
But it would be wrong not to mark the end of an incredible (ten-year-long) story. SO here.
AHEAD: MAJOR BOOK 7 SPOILERS. MAJOR RAMBLE.
I have to gloat that I was so spot on about Snape loving Lily! I just absolutely knew it.
But the way Snape died is tragic. Really. How sad is Snape's life, man.
I love the fact that this book really elucidated everything! (Duh, last book and all, huh?) Especially about Dumbledore! My goodness. His past is so fascinating. And the fact that he was once an ambitious, impulsive, young boy makes him all the more real. And everything about Snape - my! No words. Just a long-due feeling of vindication for an underdog and seriously misunderstood man.
Harry's final wand duel with Voldemort? Epic, yo! And throughout the entire book, I kept thinking, "When did Harry evolve into such a leader?" He's so confident and passionate about what he's doing and compassionate and strong and brave and a million other hero-adjectives. It's shocking that JKR managed to turn him into this when we knew Harry as merely a lonely, scrawny and scared boy only seven years prior. It is excellent character development, no doubt. That final showdown didn't diappoint. I love Harry's speech to Voldie. He spoke like... like... like a man! Not a boy anymore.
And how cool is it that Ron used Parseltongue to get basilisk blood! That is genius work! Ron is adorable more than ever this time, because we see him doing extraordinary things on his own, and he doesn't seem to expect it of himself.
And Ron/Hermione finally materialises. :) And very in-character too.
Most devastating death: Fred Weasley. So devastating that I couldn't shed any tears over it at first. Too shocking. We've always banked on the twins to be there and be funny when times go bad. But when one of them goes, it's just like... kind of a helpless feeling. Waaaah.
I shockingly cried over Moody's death. I mean, he's never been prominent enough to gain my affections, but when he just died like that - it was heartbreaking! Probably his death just highlighted the extreme danger and helplessness of the Order's situation.
Dobby's death was similarly devastating. Which author would bother to kill a house-elf? I mean, fandom work that I've read before have never made the death of a non-wizard so tragic! But JKR succeeded. Dobby holds such dear memories of stacks of woolen hats and tea cosies, and serving Harry like no other. Sniff.
AND HEDWIG!!! Hedwig was the first to go! I mean, like hello! Aren't even pets free from the dangers of the Dark Side???
Oh yes, Oliver Wood appeared again, much to Yujie's satisfaction.
Ah sigh. I could go on, I suppose, and list out my exclamation over every other little thing. But that'll be crazy work.
I LOVE HP. Can't believe Harry finally did it, you know. I remember, when that scene was over, when Voldie was laying dead on the floor - I was quite stunned. I just had trouble letting the fact that it was OVER sink in. But wooh! it was GREAT while it lasted.
I mean to abandon this place for a while, to take time off, for reasons even I have trouble understanding.
But it would be wrong not to mark the end of an incredible (ten-year-long) story. SO here.
AHEAD: MAJOR BOOK 7 SPOILERS. MAJOR RAMBLE.
I have to gloat that I was so spot on about Snape loving Lily! I just absolutely knew it.
But the way Snape died is tragic. Really. How sad is Snape's life, man.
I love the fact that this book really elucidated everything! (Duh, last book and all, huh?) Especially about Dumbledore! My goodness. His past is so fascinating. And the fact that he was once an ambitious, impulsive, young boy makes him all the more real. And everything about Snape - my! No words. Just a long-due feeling of vindication for an underdog and seriously misunderstood man.
Harry's final wand duel with Voldemort? Epic, yo! And throughout the entire book, I kept thinking, "When did Harry evolve into such a leader?" He's so confident and passionate about what he's doing and compassionate and strong and brave and a million other hero-adjectives. It's shocking that JKR managed to turn him into this when we knew Harry as merely a lonely, scrawny and scared boy only seven years prior. It is excellent character development, no doubt. That final showdown didn't diappoint. I love Harry's speech to Voldie. He spoke like... like... like a man! Not a boy anymore.
And how cool is it that Ron used Parseltongue to get basilisk blood! That is genius work! Ron is adorable more than ever this time, because we see him doing extraordinary things on his own, and he doesn't seem to expect it of himself.
And Ron/Hermione finally materialises. :) And very in-character too.
Most devastating death: Fred Weasley. So devastating that I couldn't shed any tears over it at first. Too shocking. We've always banked on the twins to be there and be funny when times go bad. But when one of them goes, it's just like... kind of a helpless feeling. Waaaah.
I shockingly cried over Moody's death. I mean, he's never been prominent enough to gain my affections, but when he just died like that - it was heartbreaking! Probably his death just highlighted the extreme danger and helplessness of the Order's situation.
Dobby's death was similarly devastating. Which author would bother to kill a house-elf? I mean, fandom work that I've read before have never made the death of a non-wizard so tragic! But JKR succeeded. Dobby holds such dear memories of stacks of woolen hats and tea cosies, and serving Harry like no other. Sniff.
AND HEDWIG!!! Hedwig was the first to go! I mean, like hello! Aren't even pets free from the dangers of the Dark Side???
Oh yes, Oliver Wood appeared again, much to Yujie's satisfaction.
Ah sigh. I could go on, I suppose, and list out my exclamation over every other little thing. But that'll be crazy work.
I LOVE HP. Can't believe Harry finally did it, you know. I remember, when that scene was over, when Voldie was laying dead on the floor - I was quite stunned. I just had trouble letting the fact that it was OVER sink in. But wooh! it was GREAT while it lasted.
Friday, July 20, 2007
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Today, went to settler's cafe with yujie and eunice. I was incredibly late, but yujie just yelled a little bit via sms so it's fine. heh. And we played games! snorta, cluedo and this weird party-talk game (it's kinda like 'whose line is it anyway'). so hilarious. there was one where anything we said had to be a question and we kept going 'can't you?', 'isn't it?' and 'you know...?' amidst hysterical laughter. I have a feeling I was the loudest person there. I tend to be very oblivious of how loud my voice can go when I'm excited.
Then we went to kino whilst yujie got her laptop and we browsed the books. And looked at antique maps - which are so so so cool. And crazy math books. And looked inside Newton's Principia (totally unintelligible, man!). And I almost bought a Roald Dahl collection. And I definitely definitely want to read Gormenghast soon!
AND AND AND AND! I finally found HP shirts! Yay. So I can wear for saturday. It says dumbledore's army. I had to take XL cause it was supposed to be for kids, but the XL should fit okay. hehehe. so happy! once again: things always pop up nicely when you don't expect them to.
And got yummy banana cake from yujie at last, and fantastic turkish delight from eunice. Looks like I'll have to bring something next time round...
Then we went to kino whilst yujie got her laptop and we browsed the books. And looked at antique maps - which are so so so cool. And crazy math books. And looked inside Newton's Principia (totally unintelligible, man!). And I almost bought a Roald Dahl collection. And I definitely definitely want to read Gormenghast soon!
AND AND AND AND! I finally found HP shirts! Yay. So I can wear for saturday. It says dumbledore's army. I had to take XL cause it was supposed to be for kids, but the XL should fit okay. hehehe. so happy! once again: things always pop up nicely when you don't expect them to.
And got yummy banana cake from yujie at last, and fantastic turkish delight from eunice. Looks like I'll have to bring something next time round...
One of my neighbours has a very excitable dog. This neighbour also likes to leave his front door open, so that said dog would bound over from the recesses of the house and bark incessantly at the gate whenever someone so much as stealthily tiptoes past. I always jump a little bit in shock when it suddenly emerges and barks. it irks me sometimes. No matter how much I tell myself, as I walk past and shut my eyes in preparation, "It's going to yip! Get ready....", I still get a little jolt when it finally barks. It's maddening! I wish the little thing would shut up and just wag its tail or something. I know it means me no harm, but its freaking barks make me nervous.
I lost my house keys. Again. This is weird.
Also, pentas budaya has been approved $7400! That's an extra 400 bucks! Hooray for every cent; although yes, we would have better loved an extra thousand or two instead. oh well. also, I am worried about ticket sales. I have no idea who to sell to. People already seem to have elaborate plans for national day eve.
Also, my window goes ping in the night. It's the metal grid contracting cause of the aircon, right? eheh.
I lost my house keys. Again. This is weird.
Also, pentas budaya has been approved $7400! That's an extra 400 bucks! Hooray for every cent; although yes, we would have better loved an extra thousand or two instead. oh well. also, I am worried about ticket sales. I have no idea who to sell to. People already seem to have elaborate plans for national day eve.
Also, my window goes ping in the night. It's the metal grid contracting cause of the aircon, right? eheh.
Monday, July 16, 2007
I think ong sor fen should shut it about hp. She practically compared OotP (the book, mind you, not the movie!) to a pile of ashes! Oh, I was so irrationally infuriated. She was supposed to give a review of the movie but half the time she was criticising JK's shortcomings in Book 5! annoying! She lamented that every book had the same formula of harry moping in privet drive, then travelling to hogwarts where the teachers are thick and oblivious, and then finally, harry and friends save the day. All I have to say is - she obviously doesn't read properly.
eeeyyaaah!
It boils down to my irritation with people who criticise before they actually truly understand. It is most aggravating. Yes, I do it sometimes too, but at least I don't write it in a national paper. -_-
My brain has been taken over hp now that book 7 is approaching. I can't help but refer to it now and then.
On other things: went to see Abang Mamad's newborn girl today! Cute, but still very tiny and red. haha. Seeing Kak Naz being an aunt, Ami Akar a granddad and used-to-be-selenge Abang Mamad as a father makes me feel old. What goes on in their family is always a preview of what will eventually happen to ours.
eeeyyaaah!
It boils down to my irritation with people who criticise before they actually truly understand. It is most aggravating. Yes, I do it sometimes too, but at least I don't write it in a national paper. -_-
My brain has been taken over hp now that book 7 is approaching. I can't help but refer to it now and then.
On other things: went to see Abang Mamad's newborn girl today! Cute, but still very tiny and red. haha. Seeing Kak Naz being an aunt, Ami Akar a granddad and used-to-be-selenge Abang Mamad as a father makes me feel old. What goes on in their family is always a preview of what will eventually happen to ours.
Sunday, July 15, 2007
watched the hp movie! Loved it. As usual, they had to modify some parts but overall, I think they've got the essence of OotP onscreen. Yay for new screenwriter. :)
Went for liqa' last night. Felt alone without sis. Ate much lesser. And then got all morose thinking about big pictures and state of the world and how everything's so confusing. I've been meaning to change my msn nick to 'CONFUSSED', because being confused is what's been most prominent lately. And for most of my life actually.
Also, last night reminded me of how incredibly dense I am. And I honestly honestly can't stand it. I just want to forget everything.
Went for liqa' last night. Felt alone without sis. Ate much lesser. And then got all morose thinking about big pictures and state of the world and how everything's so confusing. I've been meaning to change my msn nick to 'CONFUSSED', because being confused is what's been most prominent lately. And for most of my life actually.
Also, last night reminded me of how incredibly dense I am. And I honestly honestly can't stand it. I just want to forget everything.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
I loooove mendaki. Today, my chest felt it was full to bursting with happiness, because mendaki was nice and deigned to help us. Why can't there be more nice people in this world, the likes of Kak Z? I realise I have been not-grateful-enough to mendaki thus far. Not only do they provide me money every year, but they also empathise with the difficulties of pentasbudaya. Ah yes. The sun is shining a little bit on us. Although... some other things are still falling apart.
Times like these require that grim courage Allan Massie was talking about.
There are two kinds of courage, my Prince. There is the courage which flares up in moments of danger, the courage which appears without reflection, as a mere natural response to the urgency of the moment. Though I say 'a mere natural response', you must not think that I wish to diminish this sort of courage, for many men lack it and the man who is brave in the hour of peril is justly admired.
But the other sort of courage is still more rare. This is a cold courage which allows a man to look reality in the face, to contemplate adversity and not be daunted. It is a dour level-headed sort of courage, that enables a man to hang on by his teeth when all around him crumbles. And this courage, too, Arthur possessed.
I was such in a good mood on the way back home. Was grinning and reading OotP in the bus. And it suddenly hit me if this was how bubbly, cheerful personalities felt all their lives. How lucky they are, if such people do exist.
Times like these require that grim courage Allan Massie was talking about.
There are two kinds of courage, my Prince. There is the courage which flares up in moments of danger, the courage which appears without reflection, as a mere natural response to the urgency of the moment. Though I say 'a mere natural response', you must not think that I wish to diminish this sort of courage, for many men lack it and the man who is brave in the hour of peril is justly admired.
But the other sort of courage is still more rare. This is a cold courage which allows a man to look reality in the face, to contemplate adversity and not be daunted. It is a dour level-headed sort of courage, that enables a man to hang on by his teeth when all around him crumbles. And this courage, too, Arthur possessed.
I was such in a good mood on the way back home. Was grinning and reading OotP in the bus. And it suddenly hit me if this was how bubbly, cheerful personalities felt all their lives. How lucky they are, if such people do exist.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
I really like this video; I can watch it again and again, and laugh again and again. :)
Anyway, went marketing again today; marketing meaning the-looking-for-sponsors type, not the buying-fish-and-meat-for-dinner type. It wasn't so bad. I'm just getting really tired worrying and anticipating and having setbacks thrown at us again and again and having constant rejections. Feel sick of it all. I feel like we're still holding on, but barely, while things steadily fall apart. But I sincerely hope this is my cynical mind speaking. I hope that, in the end, it'll be all smiles, and we can actually forget the undesirable moments, and salvage whatever friendships that have unbiddenly formed.
Fear is evil. We should be able to bottle our fear, and set it aside. I wish I could.
Anyway, went marketing again today; marketing meaning the-looking-for-sponsors type, not the buying-fish-and-meat-for-dinner type. It wasn't so bad. I'm just getting really tired worrying and anticipating and having setbacks thrown at us again and again and having constant rejections. Feel sick of it all. I feel like we're still holding on, but barely, while things steadily fall apart. But I sincerely hope this is my cynical mind speaking. I hope that, in the end, it'll be all smiles, and we can actually forget the undesirable moments, and salvage whatever friendships that have unbiddenly formed.
Fear is evil. We should be able to bottle our fear, and set it aside. I wish I could.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
I love incongruous lines. They have hilarious effects.
“I like you,” she said defiantly, her face aflame. It was strange to admit it and even stranger to realise that it was very, very true.
“Well,” he said after a while. He sounded like he had no idea how to deal with declarations of affection, no matter how warped and weird they were. He looked around at the table, at his hands, everywhere but her. “I think I feel like a cup of coffee.” ~ dg fic by Peki
another one here.
"Is it true that you shouted at Professor Umbridge?"
"Yes," said Harry.
"You called her a liar?"
"Yes."
"You told her He Who Must Not Be Named is back?"
"Yes."
Professor McGonagall sat down behind her desk, watching Harry closely. Then she said, "Have a biscuit, Potter."
"Have - what?"
"Have a biscuit," she repeated impatiently. ~ Order of the Phoenix
“I like you,” she said defiantly, her face aflame. It was strange to admit it and even stranger to realise that it was very, very true.
“Well,” he said after a while. He sounded like he had no idea how to deal with declarations of affection, no matter how warped and weird they were. He looked around at the table, at his hands, everywhere but her. “I think I feel like a cup of coffee.” ~ dg fic by Peki
another one here.
"Is it true that you shouted at Professor Umbridge?"
"Yes," said Harry.
"You called her a liar?"
"Yes."
"You told her He Who Must Not Be Named is back?"
"Yes."
Professor McGonagall sat down behind her desk, watching Harry closely. Then she said, "Have a biscuit, Potter."
"Have - what?"
"Have a biscuit," she repeated impatiently. ~ Order of the Phoenix
Monday, July 09, 2007
Am so so so tired. My eyes are dying to close. Walked around the west of singapore looking for food sponsors today and the heat plus the worry have all accumulated and created a massive throb somewhere behind my eyes.
please let things go smoothly eventually.
-begin promo-
come for pentas budaya, people! (I don't know who I'm shouting to exactly. but maybe someone will listen.) It's a malay charity-cum-arts event where four institutions are competing for the top prize for best drama performance. And we're sponsoring seats for orphans and giving some proceeds to mercy relief. So, if you're doing nothing this 8th of august, please come down and watch this instead. bring your friends! Tickets at $10 only for a great show at victoria concert hall. give me a buzz if you wanna come! 97204423
-end promo-
Now with regards to HP: I both fear and anticipate the coming of deathly hallows. It's really ending, ohmygod. I can't take it. I can't say goodbye. Not yet.
I'm a diehard fan. Can't help it.
please let things go smoothly eventually.
-begin promo-
come for pentas budaya, people! (I don't know who I'm shouting to exactly. but maybe someone will listen.) It's a malay charity-cum-arts event where four institutions are competing for the top prize for best drama performance. And we're sponsoring seats for orphans and giving some proceeds to mercy relief. So, if you're doing nothing this 8th of august, please come down and watch this instead. bring your friends! Tickets at $10 only for a great show at victoria concert hall. give me a buzz if you wanna come! 97204423
-end promo-
Now with regards to HP: I both fear and anticipate the coming of deathly hallows. It's really ending, ohmygod. I can't take it. I can't say goodbye. Not yet.
I'm a diehard fan. Can't help it.
Saturday, July 07, 2007
I love John McClane to bits. Always have. >_< Coolest of the cool. He sits there amongst my rank of cool heroes. My brother agrees baldness has never been this cool. And I shall say it, yes, Die Hard was fantastic old-school entertainment. :))
Also, my HP fanatism is creeping back full force. And I am thrilled. I've sort of forgotten how much I love it. And as I read OotP (in preparation for what seems a promising movie adaptation), I can't help but recall how much I loved DT too, despite whole plagiarism fiasco. Really, man. How sweet old times seem. Yes, she ripped off Buffy and Monty Python countless times, but it doesn't lessen the image of sarcastic DT!Draco in my mind. Ah sigh.
This means I'm old, right? To be nostalgic like this.
On another issue: You know what I wish? That people would quit being hyper-sensitive over everything. Only kids under the age of 12 are allowed to indulge in being petty, because they're still too young to understand the ways of the world. Take advice from me: Found out you got screwed over? Suck a deep breath, quell the pain, and move on. Sooner or later, you're gonna get so good at it, you really, honestly, won't care. You'll just go, "Oh, I got kicked in the back again? I didn't notice." Besides, I think that half the time, people don't realise they're kicking anyone in the back. Give them the benefit of the doubt, I say.
It would save people a lot of grief if they did that: like Heathcliff and Catherine, and Achilles and Hector. Haha.
Also, my HP fanatism is creeping back full force. And I am thrilled. I've sort of forgotten how much I love it. And as I read OotP (in preparation for what seems a promising movie adaptation), I can't help but recall how much I loved DT too, despite whole plagiarism fiasco. Really, man. How sweet old times seem. Yes, she ripped off Buffy and Monty Python countless times, but it doesn't lessen the image of sarcastic DT!Draco in my mind. Ah sigh.
This means I'm old, right? To be nostalgic like this.
On another issue: You know what I wish? That people would quit being hyper-sensitive over everything. Only kids under the age of 12 are allowed to indulge in being petty, because they're still too young to understand the ways of the world. Take advice from me: Found out you got screwed over? Suck a deep breath, quell the pain, and move on. Sooner or later, you're gonna get so good at it, you really, honestly, won't care. You'll just go, "Oh, I got kicked in the back again? I didn't notice." Besides, I think that half the time, people don't realise they're kicking anyone in the back. Give them the benefit of the doubt, I say.
It would save people a lot of grief if they did that: like Heathcliff and Catherine, and Achilles and Hector. Haha.
Friday, July 06, 2007
I've been thinking why I keep blogging when at times I feel like chucking this place to the dumps. Margaret Atwood has an idea.
Why is it we want so badly to memorialize ourselves? Even while we’re still alive. We wish to assert our existence, like dogs peeing on fire hydrants. We put on display our framed photographs, our parchment diplomas, our silver-plated cups; we monogram our linen, we carve our names on trees, we scrawl them on washroom walls. It’s all the same impulse. What do we hope from it? Applause, envy, respect? Or simply, attention, of any kind we can get? At the very least we want a witness. We can’t stand the idea of our voices falling silent finally, like a radio running down. - Margaret Atwood
Why is it we want so badly to memorialize ourselves? Even while we’re still alive. We wish to assert our existence, like dogs peeing on fire hydrants. We put on display our framed photographs, our parchment diplomas, our silver-plated cups; we monogram our linen, we carve our names on trees, we scrawl them on washroom walls. It’s all the same impulse. What do we hope from it? Applause, envy, respect? Or simply, attention, of any kind we can get? At the very least we want a witness. We can’t stand the idea of our voices falling silent finally, like a radio running down. - Margaret Atwood
Thursday, July 05, 2007
ohmygod. these songs ah! can sexual innuendos please please please stay away from candy allusions! icecreams and lollipops are meant for little innocent kids.
anyway. I've decided to do that list of 10 random/weird things about myself that I should have done long ago in response to that blog-chain-game thingy.
THINGS ABOUT ME YOU MIGHT NOT KNOW
1. I procrastinate wildly. The most obvious evidence is this list of course, which should have been up 2 months ago.
2. When I was younger, I used to tell my siblings that I had a bullet in one of my fingers. My brother, being only a year younger, simply gave me the 'whatever-stop-your-nonsense' kind of look. But my sister being that much younger and accordingly, stupider, fell for the bait, and insisted on trying to prove that I was lying. Except of course, no one can prove that I don't have a bullet in my finger. And similarly, I cant prove I do. So it became an ongoing exasperating issue. My sister would go, "If you do have a bullet in your finger, use it! Shoot it!" And I gave her that pretentious, condescending, 'you're-so-dumb' attitude and told her, "Why would I waste my one bullet trying to convince you??? Don't believe, don't believe lah! I don't care what you think. I shall only use it in times of emergency. One day, when I save you from a murderer or something, then you'll see!" My sister would be just -___-; pffft. Hehe. I do love being an annoying older sister.
3. Back in 2004, when I was in egypt and fell sick due to my picking up an accursed pebble from the pyramids, I seriously thought I was going to die. And I bargained with God that if he let me live, I'd become a better person and everything and not care about frivolous things. Haha. Look at me now. I wonder if I've improved.
4. I really really like prawns. They have the most delicious meat in the world.
5. I hate milk. I'd most certainly puke all over the floor if you make me drink a glass of white milk. I am not kidding.
6. I believe in signs. Because more often than not, when I ask for them, God does display them to me. Except I have trouble interpreting what they mean. Haha.
7. My palms are very dry. You can see all the lines on my hand clearly; it's like an old woman's. It's always been that way. When I was a baby, my mum brought me to the doctor to enquire about it, but he dismissed her worries. Some people are just weird, he said (or something like that, haha). He also said it was the sign of an intelligent being. muaha! maybe he was trying to make up for the weird comment. Whatever it is, it gave me hope, as a kid.
8. I fantasise about being a superhero, or simply, hero. This accounts for my 'bullet-in-finger' issue (refer to item no. 2).
9. I feel like I'm depressingly incapable of falling in love. Nothing could move me. I have this unaccountable conviction that my time to do that has come and passed.
10. This is embarassing, but I'll say it anyway, I kiss Elsie goodnight. >_< She's too cute.
I'm supposed to pass this on to 5 other people to do... but seeing as how I don't really know who reads this... I'll just invite the birds to do it in my guestbook, if they wish, and anybody who reads this entry today, whoever you are. :) Have fun.
anyway. I've decided to do that list of 10 random/weird things about myself that I should have done long ago in response to that blog-chain-game thingy.
THINGS ABOUT ME YOU MIGHT NOT KNOW
1. I procrastinate wildly. The most obvious evidence is this list of course, which should have been up 2 months ago.
2. When I was younger, I used to tell my siblings that I had a bullet in one of my fingers. My brother, being only a year younger, simply gave me the 'whatever-stop-your-nonsense' kind of look. But my sister being that much younger and accordingly, stupider, fell for the bait, and insisted on trying to prove that I was lying. Except of course, no one can prove that I don't have a bullet in my finger. And similarly, I cant prove I do. So it became an ongoing exasperating issue. My sister would go, "If you do have a bullet in your finger, use it! Shoot it!" And I gave her that pretentious, condescending, 'you're-so-dumb' attitude and told her, "Why would I waste my one bullet trying to convince you??? Don't believe, don't believe lah! I don't care what you think. I shall only use it in times of emergency. One day, when I save you from a murderer or something, then you'll see!" My sister would be just -___-; pffft. Hehe. I do love being an annoying older sister.
3. Back in 2004, when I was in egypt and fell sick due to my picking up an accursed pebble from the pyramids, I seriously thought I was going to die. And I bargained with God that if he let me live, I'd become a better person and everything and not care about frivolous things. Haha. Look at me now. I wonder if I've improved.
4. I really really like prawns. They have the most delicious meat in the world.
5. I hate milk. I'd most certainly puke all over the floor if you make me drink a glass of white milk. I am not kidding.
6. I believe in signs. Because more often than not, when I ask for them, God does display them to me. Except I have trouble interpreting what they mean. Haha.
7. My palms are very dry. You can see all the lines on my hand clearly; it's like an old woman's. It's always been that way. When I was a baby, my mum brought me to the doctor to enquire about it, but he dismissed her worries. Some people are just weird, he said (or something like that, haha). He also said it was the sign of an intelligent being. muaha! maybe he was trying to make up for the weird comment. Whatever it is, it gave me hope, as a kid.
8. I fantasise about being a superhero, or simply, hero. This accounts for my 'bullet-in-finger' issue (refer to item no. 2).
9. I feel like I'm depressingly incapable of falling in love. Nothing could move me. I have this unaccountable conviction that my time to do that has come and passed.
10. This is embarassing, but I'll say it anyway, I kiss Elsie goodnight. >_< She's too cute.
I'm supposed to pass this on to 5 other people to do... but seeing as how I don't really know who reads this... I'll just invite the birds to do it in my guestbook, if they wish, and anybody who reads this entry today, whoever you are. :) Have fun.
Work is piling back on already! I am furrr-reaking out.
The stanford essay and website are all due very soon. And I haven't started. Omg. Omgness. Freaked out. And my repeating how freaked out I am so does not help, I know.
Not to mention that budget work is jogging my elbow constantly.
I feel extreme jitterness taking over. Shit. Please don't let me transform into the nervous wreck I always turn into in times of crisis. When one problem looms itself nastily in front of me, it brings forth all the other problems lurking in the background and consequently, I am driven mad with fear. I need to get a grip.
Have I said before that I wish there was such a thing as a bravery potion?
okay, must think positive. the sun will shine on those who smile, as they say. Shall get to work tomorrow. HARD WORK. Shall sit down in coffeebean by my lonesome (or perhaps with Eunice, depending on how bored she is), with my books and my notebook and get down to work.
The stanford essay and website are all due very soon. And I haven't started. Omg. Omgness. Freaked out. And my repeating how freaked out I am so does not help, I know.
Not to mention that budget work is jogging my elbow constantly.
I feel extreme jitterness taking over. Shit. Please don't let me transform into the nervous wreck I always turn into in times of crisis. When one problem looms itself nastily in front of me, it brings forth all the other problems lurking in the background and consequently, I am driven mad with fear. I need to get a grip.
Have I said before that I wish there was such a thing as a bravery potion?
okay, must think positive. the sun will shine on those who smile, as they say. Shall get to work tomorrow. HARD WORK. Shall sit down in coffeebean by my lonesome (or perhaps with Eunice, depending on how bored she is), with my books and my notebook and get down to work.
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
I bought Wuthering Heights the movie and The Godfather today.
I was ready to dub Heathcliff the most irredeemable villainous character to grace the fictional world (worse than Voldemort because I think Tom Riddle would have turned out different with more hugs and blankets), but then... I watched Ralph Fiennes play Heathcliff in the 1992 movie version. And I succumbed! Such a pretty angry man. One can't help but want to sympathise, despite the evils of Heathcliff.
But seriously though. It's not just cause Ralph Fiennes is the finest Heathcliff. Once I finished reading and opted an objective stance, I realised Wuthering Heights is one of those extremely painful stories with no clear villain, though now I feel inclined to heap the blame on Catherine Senior. And everyone's just so pitiful.
I understand why it's a classic. Love can be such poison.
And I will see what the big deal about Godfather is, tomorrow.
I was ready to dub Heathcliff the most irredeemable villainous character to grace the fictional world (worse than Voldemort because I think Tom Riddle would have turned out different with more hugs and blankets), but then... I watched Ralph Fiennes play Heathcliff in the 1992 movie version. And I succumbed! Such a pretty angry man. One can't help but want to sympathise, despite the evils of Heathcliff.
But seriously though. It's not just cause Ralph Fiennes is the finest Heathcliff. Once I finished reading and opted an objective stance, I realised Wuthering Heights is one of those extremely painful stories with no clear villain, though now I feel inclined to heap the blame on Catherine Senior. And everyone's just so pitiful.
I understand why it's a classic. Love can be such poison.
And I will see what the big deal about Godfather is, tomorrow.
From Monty Python:
King Arthur: I am your king!
Woman: Well I didn't vote for you!
King Arthur: You don't vote for kings.
Woman: Well how'd you become king then?
(Angelic music plays...)
King Arthur: The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. That is why I am your king!
Dennis: (interrupting) Listen, strange women lyin' in ponds distributin' swords is no basis for a system of government! Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony!
This hilarious piece cannot be justified with a simple string of HAHAs! >_< ohmygod, so funny. Monty Python is so on the list of videos I am yet to devour.
By the way, Transformers was such fun. I liked it. Okay, it wasn't uber fantastic. There wasn't much by way of deep storyline, but those machines are too cool; two stars aren't enough, ong sor fen! Her reviews in Straits Times are sometimes truly unreliable. I'd give it at least a 3 and a half, if not four. There's such a thrill when you see planes tranforming into robots and then transforming back, all in mid-air! I never thought I'd see the day I gush over trucks and planes. And the bumblebee is to die for. Now I want a chevrolet!
I do do do love well-made action movies. And it's been a secret (or now not so secret) but very ridiculous dream of mine to learn sowrdfighting. Because there is nothing cooler to me. (Any boy that knows swordfighting would have won over half my heart without trying, haha.) This was the reason that I thought I'd join fencing back in RJ, cause it's the closest thing to swordfighting of course. Then I chickened out (AS USUAL!). Not to mention that the fencing suit was waaay ex. And the fact that I was in no way sports-inclined.
oh my god. I rambled and now I can barely remember what I intended to say.
I was saying I love well-made action movies. (It has to be well executed; stupid action movies made for the sake of fighting, like Jet Li's The One, puts me off very badly) The next one to watch is Die Hard 4.0! And I cannot express enough how much I adore John McClane; coolest cop ever. :)
(Bruce Willis over Ashton Kutcher ANY DAY).
I think I've had too much candy today. Unstoppable sugar rush.
King Arthur: I am your king!
Woman: Well I didn't vote for you!
King Arthur: You don't vote for kings.
Woman: Well how'd you become king then?
(Angelic music plays...)
King Arthur: The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. That is why I am your king!
Dennis: (interrupting) Listen, strange women lyin' in ponds distributin' swords is no basis for a system of government! Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony!
This hilarious piece cannot be justified with a simple string of HAHAs! >_< ohmygod, so funny. Monty Python is so on the list of videos I am yet to devour.
By the way, Transformers was such fun. I liked it. Okay, it wasn't uber fantastic. There wasn't much by way of deep storyline, but those machines are too cool; two stars aren't enough, ong sor fen! Her reviews in Straits Times are sometimes truly unreliable. I'd give it at least a 3 and a half, if not four. There's such a thrill when you see planes tranforming into robots and then transforming back, all in mid-air! I never thought I'd see the day I gush over trucks and planes. And the bumblebee is to die for. Now I want a chevrolet!
I do do do love well-made action movies. And it's been a secret (or now not so secret) but very ridiculous dream of mine to learn sowrdfighting. Because there is nothing cooler to me. (Any boy that knows swordfighting would have won over half my heart without trying, haha.) This was the reason that I thought I'd join fencing back in RJ, cause it's the closest thing to swordfighting of course. Then I chickened out (AS USUAL!). Not to mention that the fencing suit was waaay ex. And the fact that I was in no way sports-inclined.
oh my god. I rambled and now I can barely remember what I intended to say.
I was saying I love well-made action movies. (It has to be well executed; stupid action movies made for the sake of fighting, like Jet Li's The One, puts me off very badly) The next one to watch is Die Hard 4.0! And I cannot express enough how much I adore John McClane; coolest cop ever. :)
(Bruce Willis over Ashton Kutcher ANY DAY).
I think I've had too much candy today. Unstoppable sugar rush.
Monday, July 02, 2007
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omg. prince charles?!
I should be too old for this, no? But I find it extremely entertaining.
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nobel prize here I come. heee.
Sunday, July 01, 2007
I've been reading some stuff about hijab and this one by a Muslim convert is funny!
Hijab takes a variety of forms in different Muslim societies and can be adapted to stylishly match modest though elegant western clothing for ladies. Within the parameters of Islamic modesty, a Muslim women is allowed to dress nicely. For the female western convert, it is not necessary to "go native" or resort to drab, dowdy, lesbian-looking cardigans! I agree with Yahiya Emerick who is on record as saying that Muslim women should wear "fashionable hijab", not "circus tents". Or for that matter be mistaken for the wife of Darth Vader.
Darth Vader! HAHAHA. I hope I don't look like one. But I have a problem with being fashionable, full stop. Sigh, what to do.
And also apparently, I didn't know this before, a convert doesn't really have to change his name, unless it has some 'pagan associations' or the like. Interesting.
Hijab takes a variety of forms in different Muslim societies and can be adapted to stylishly match modest though elegant western clothing for ladies. Within the parameters of Islamic modesty, a Muslim women is allowed to dress nicely. For the female western convert, it is not necessary to "go native" or resort to drab, dowdy, lesbian-looking cardigans! I agree with Yahiya Emerick who is on record as saying that Muslim women should wear "fashionable hijab", not "circus tents". Or for that matter be mistaken for the wife of Darth Vader.
Darth Vader! HAHAHA. I hope I don't look like one. But I have a problem with being fashionable, full stop. Sigh, what to do.
And also apparently, I didn't know this before, a convert doesn't really have to change his name, unless it has some 'pagan associations' or the like. Interesting.
To continue just a little about how my daddy can, perhaps unwillingly, I concede, get on my nerves:
(and for all I know, he may read this, so I shall be polite and nice. heh heh.)
He told me to burn some vcds for him. And I said okay. Then the night after, while I was watching videos on the net, he asked, "Have you burnt those cds?" I said, "Not yet." Then he went on a tirade about how I can watch Hindi films and stupid Japanese cartoons but I can't ever do one thing for him. By this time, I was !$%^*&^*&^#!%$*. (Don't insult my tv shows, okay.) I was like, "If you want me to do something, then I'll do it, at my own time!" And ANYWAY, I was watching neither of those things! I was watching deedat, which he would very much approve.
Then, the next day, he asked again, "Have you burnt those cds?" And again I said, "Not yet." Because, really really really, there was no time. Then he went, "But I need it for liqa' tonight!" Then I got really pissed cause he didn't tell me so. "You didn't tell me you needed it by tonight!"
"Yes, I did!"
"No, you didn't!"
-_-
But I managed to burn it by liqa'. So, one ridiculous episode over with.
Then today. I was checking my hotmail inbox. And it turned out that my dad had sent me a one-sentence email: "Burn vcd by liqa'."
@_@
EMAIL?! My dad emailed me? Do we not live in the same house? How am I to know to check my mail for instructions from my dad. Exasperating, no?
This has turned out to be quite amusing.
(and for all I know, he may read this, so I shall be polite and nice. heh heh.)
He told me to burn some vcds for him. And I said okay. Then the night after, while I was watching videos on the net, he asked, "Have you burnt those cds?" I said, "Not yet." Then he went on a tirade about how I can watch Hindi films and stupid Japanese cartoons but I can't ever do one thing for him. By this time, I was !$%^*&^*&^#!%$*. (Don't insult my tv shows, okay.) I was like, "If you want me to do something, then I'll do it, at my own time!" And ANYWAY, I was watching neither of those things! I was watching deedat, which he would very much approve.
Then, the next day, he asked again, "Have you burnt those cds?" And again I said, "Not yet." Because, really really really, there was no time. Then he went, "But I need it for liqa' tonight!" Then I got really pissed cause he didn't tell me so. "You didn't tell me you needed it by tonight!"
"Yes, I did!"
"No, you didn't!"
-_-
But I managed to burn it by liqa'. So, one ridiculous episode over with.
Then today. I was checking my hotmail inbox. And it turned out that my dad had sent me a one-sentence email: "Burn vcd by liqa'."
@_@
EMAIL?! My dad emailed me? Do we not live in the same house? How am I to know to check my mail for instructions from my dad. Exasperating, no?
This has turned out to be quite amusing.
Friday, June 29, 2007
oh my goodness. why are daddies so irritating!!! They aren't as agonizing as mothers but fathers can be just...!!! Suffocating. And deliberately irritable.
oh man. I promised to be fluffy! ok, shall stop grumbling.
By the way, is it just me or do you also think that some songs that are playing on the radio today are just drop-dead-WRONG? For instance, Avril Lavigne's Girlfriend. The song's all about some girl trying to steal some other girl's boyfriend, and being outrightly mean and bitchy about it. And the music video illustrates this very vividly. (The poor bespectacled girlfriend, I tell you. So poor thing.)
What is this crap! Oh sure, the music's all catchy and bouncy: hey hey you you! But hello! Look at the meaning! You're encouraging girls to be bitches, okay. Stupid, empty-vesseled thirteen year olds listening to 98.7 would all be swayed to bitchiness.
I'm being extreme. OH sure... it's just a song. But I tell you, it always begins with a just. And then eventually it becomes okay.
Also pussycatdoll's Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me? Same bitch promotion. And oh yes, 50 cent is another story altogether. Lyrics disgusting beyond measure.
I cleaned my drawer today! Yes! Tiny steps to success.
oh man. I promised to be fluffy! ok, shall stop grumbling.
By the way, is it just me or do you also think that some songs that are playing on the radio today are just drop-dead-WRONG? For instance, Avril Lavigne's Girlfriend. The song's all about some girl trying to steal some other girl's boyfriend, and being outrightly mean and bitchy about it. And the music video illustrates this very vividly. (The poor bespectacled girlfriend, I tell you. So poor thing.)
What is this crap! Oh sure, the music's all catchy and bouncy: hey hey you you! But hello! Look at the meaning! You're encouraging girls to be bitches, okay. Stupid, empty-vesseled thirteen year olds listening to 98.7 would all be swayed to bitchiness.
I'm being extreme. OH sure... it's just a song. But I tell you, it always begins with a just. And then eventually it becomes okay.
Also pussycatdoll's Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me? Same bitch promotion. And oh yes, 50 cent is another story altogether. Lyrics disgusting beyond measure.
I cleaned my drawer today! Yes! Tiny steps to success.
I am rereading old birdieocracy LJ posts and I am laughing so hard! I love reading what we write. There's always something to laugh about. It's making me crave outings! I absolutely insist on meeting up again. BANANA CAKE PLEASE!
(Yes, I know I've been shouting for a banana cake everywhere. It means I really want it, Duckie.)
(Yes, I know I've been shouting for a banana cake everywhere. It means I really want it, Duckie.)
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Met up with Sowmya, Jani and Jean today! We sat in Swensens (no other place on earth for us, apparently) from 1.30 to near 6, just chatting. We were talking about everything we could recall of JC life: Kadir and his "Don't be so happy ah! Minus 20 marks and then you see your grade!", crying over horrid prelim grades, how Jani has gotten prettier, how Jean is still the same, leaving her belongings everywhere. Haha. And how half the world seemed to have a crush on clement. So funny. And the white slip and blue slip and... pink slip? Was there a pink one??? Hahaha. And wondering where and what everyone is doing now.
It's come to the point where I actually think, hey, JC was actually fun. HAH. What a joke. I bet if I were to travel back in time and tell my past self, "Enjoy now. Now is fun!", poor, stressed, 18-year-old me would slap future-me for being a liar.
But okay, I grant there were some good times despite stupid As.
I am going to try something. I shall stop being angsty. I will! I will not be angsty anymore. At least not here. From now on, I shall be completely fluffy!
I realise I don't have a full bird photo on my blog so far. How sad is that. Anyway, this is from last week, when we exchanged souvenirs and feasted on each other's photo albums. And discussion of upcoming major event. If you don't know what I'm talking about, I am appalled! haha.
(The ensuing conversation is appx. 80% accurate.)
Eunice: Am I the only one who cares that this is the last book?
Me and Yujie: *exasperated sighs*
Me: Do you not get that I can't camp over?
Eunice: WWWWWWHHHHHHYYYYY. Borders is open 24 hours. This is our last chance okay, OUR LAST CHANCE.
Me: My mum won't let me lah, okay! It's like staying... on a roadside! It's in public! There's no question about it, I can't.
Eunice: *sulk* You stayed in the US...
Me: US is a country. Borders is not a country.
Eunice: ...
Me: Yu Jie, what time should we be there?
Yu Jie: 6 o'clock?
Eunice: No, 5.30! It'll be too late, okay. The queue will be long and outside the store by then!
Yu Jie: What! Do you know what time we have to wake up to get to Orchard?
Me: What, this is Singapore lah! Not the US. People are not so crazy. The queue won't be that long.
Eunice: Yar, why are people not so crazy here? *wheedle*
Me: All the better for crazy people like us. No, all the better for crazy people like you!
muaha. I think Turk's utter crazy devotion to HP is totally unwaning. I mean, I love HP to pieces too, but the fanatism that consumed me back when I was 13 has slipped a couple of notches. I don't hyperventilate so much anymore. haha.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
I am having an I-hate-my-blog day.
Anyway. Today, I confirmed-plus-chopped for myself that the world is a small place and that the malay community of singapore is an extremely small, and extremely tiny, group of people on earth.
Because I went to Lin's aunt's house today (to borrow their fax machine for dreadful marketing work) and the moment the aunt laid eyes on me, she was like, "You're Razak's daughter, right?" I tried not to goggle at her as I assented to her question, because quite honestly, my mind was rattled. I was thinking, "SHIT! My mum has been right all along! I do look like a female version of my dad!" It turned out, however, that she had seen me in RJ's dwidarma near two years back. And she had bumped into my parents on the way out. They were all old poly friends. (I tell you, if us malay kids were to put our parents all in one place, they'd all embrace each other as old schoolmates or stg.)
Cik Siti, Lin's aunt, was all like, "You were the one with the pink polka dot baju, right!" And I, I don't know why exactly, I wanted to sink into my chair and disappear. I just find it so mortifyingly embarassing to be remembered as that air-head with the stupid pink polka-dotted rug. I hated that stupid rug the whole while I was gripping it, by the way.
The more I think about it, the more mortified I am at how much crap I did on that stage back in RJ. My, my.
Anyway. Today, I confirmed-plus-chopped for myself that the world is a small place and that the malay community of singapore is an extremely small, and extremely tiny, group of people on earth.
Because I went to Lin's aunt's house today (to borrow their fax machine for dreadful marketing work) and the moment the aunt laid eyes on me, she was like, "You're Razak's daughter, right?" I tried not to goggle at her as I assented to her question, because quite honestly, my mind was rattled. I was thinking, "SHIT! My mum has been right all along! I do look like a female version of my dad!" It turned out, however, that she had seen me in RJ's dwidarma near two years back. And she had bumped into my parents on the way out. They were all old poly friends. (I tell you, if us malay kids were to put our parents all in one place, they'd all embrace each other as old schoolmates or stg.)
Cik Siti, Lin's aunt, was all like, "You were the one with the pink polka dot baju, right!" And I, I don't know why exactly, I wanted to sink into my chair and disappear. I just find it so mortifyingly embarassing to be remembered as that air-head with the stupid pink polka-dotted rug. I hated that stupid rug the whole while I was gripping it, by the way.
The more I think about it, the more mortified I am at how much crap I did on that stage back in RJ. My, my.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
It's 1 am and a storm is raging outside. It doesn't sound like normal rain or a normal heavy shower. It sounds like big pails of water are being repeatedly thrown against the windows. Strangely enough, I don't feel inclined to fear at all. Although I expect myself to. It's one of those nights for me.
One of those nights when all my usual amusements fail to entertain and I'm restless and listless, nothing can divert me, and all I want is to appease this dissatisfaction I know I shouldn't feel.
I pause here, because I'm wondering if what I let myself ramble will slowly but surely wander into the realms of "private" rather than "public".
But I don't want to have to hide things like I always do. I think part of the reason I hide things so much is because I try to appear as perfect as I can. As untouchable as... or something. I don't know. It's head-pounding to think of these things.
Maybe I try too hard. And the point is perhaps, not to fuss over whether I've achieved all the minutiae of perfection, but rather, that I try. And that's good enough?
It's getting very clear, isn't it, that I'm a crazed perfectionist, and it's making me miserable. Somebody help me. And when one thing falls apart, I just let everything else fall apart too, because what's the point when you can't have everything right as a whole? I'd rather start over, wouldn't you?
Yes, yes, but this is life and reality. Not a game. And I should salvage whatever I have and be grateful. Because who knows, the end product might turn out beautiful anyway? Maybe. Besides. I have been going on and on about how the most amazing things happen out of the blue. Ah yes. I do have some optimism in me. I am not hopeless after all.
Well. That's me being cryptic and in-my-own-world. I needed that.
To more real and concrete things: today, I was buying a milkshake when I was targeted once again. By beggars. For some reason that is yet to be fully elucidated, people in need of money simply and inexplicably find me as their number one choice for sympathy. Perhaps, yes, as others have expressed, I have a certain guillibility about my countenance. But still! I do not wish to be exploited! I'll help when I want to.
Anyway, this old nyonya came up to me as I was paying for my milkshake and asked for two bucks. Asked for it, mind you! Like it was her right to do so. And no, she didn't ask the group of boys queueing up behind me. Or the other uncountable persons wandering around tampines interchange. She had to ask me. And I was sufficiently amazed to hesitate. Then I became annoyed. And I took my change for my milkshake and dumped the coins (must have amounted to 90 cents or so) into her hands and said as kindly as I could, "That enough?" And gave a grim smile. Then I walked off, and actually exclaimed "Why!" to no one in particular. Because it amazes me the number of times I've been approached by these people in need. And sometimes, they annoy me because they don't ask nicely at all! Like they know I can be bullied or something.
And I tell you, that is what pisses me off most of all. Stop bullying me! All of you people! Beggars or not! Just because I'm small and I can't make myself be aggressive enough, doesn't mean I can't clock you one when I'm sufficiently irate.
Quite honestly, it's a tiny bit of a fantasy of mine to box someone really horrible in the face.
Ah crap. This entry has become truly morbid. I blame my repressed angst.
One of those nights when all my usual amusements fail to entertain and I'm restless and listless, nothing can divert me, and all I want is to appease this dissatisfaction I know I shouldn't feel.
I pause here, because I'm wondering if what I let myself ramble will slowly but surely wander into the realms of "private" rather than "public".
But I don't want to have to hide things like I always do. I think part of the reason I hide things so much is because I try to appear as perfect as I can. As untouchable as... or something. I don't know. It's head-pounding to think of these things.
Maybe I try too hard. And the point is perhaps, not to fuss over whether I've achieved all the minutiae of perfection, but rather, that I try. And that's good enough?
It's getting very clear, isn't it, that I'm a crazed perfectionist, and it's making me miserable. Somebody help me. And when one thing falls apart, I just let everything else fall apart too, because what's the point when you can't have everything right as a whole? I'd rather start over, wouldn't you?
Yes, yes, but this is life and reality. Not a game. And I should salvage whatever I have and be grateful. Because who knows, the end product might turn out beautiful anyway? Maybe. Besides. I have been going on and on about how the most amazing things happen out of the blue. Ah yes. I do have some optimism in me. I am not hopeless after all.
Well. That's me being cryptic and in-my-own-world. I needed that.
To more real and concrete things: today, I was buying a milkshake when I was targeted once again. By beggars. For some reason that is yet to be fully elucidated, people in need of money simply and inexplicably find me as their number one choice for sympathy. Perhaps, yes, as others have expressed, I have a certain guillibility about my countenance. But still! I do not wish to be exploited! I'll help when I want to.
Anyway, this old nyonya came up to me as I was paying for my milkshake and asked for two bucks. Asked for it, mind you! Like it was her right to do so. And no, she didn't ask the group of boys queueing up behind me. Or the other uncountable persons wandering around tampines interchange. She had to ask me. And I was sufficiently amazed to hesitate. Then I became annoyed. And I took my change for my milkshake and dumped the coins (must have amounted to 90 cents or so) into her hands and said as kindly as I could, "That enough?" And gave a grim smile. Then I walked off, and actually exclaimed "Why!" to no one in particular. Because it amazes me the number of times I've been approached by these people in need. And sometimes, they annoy me because they don't ask nicely at all! Like they know I can be bullied or something.
And I tell you, that is what pisses me off most of all. Stop bullying me! All of you people! Beggars or not! Just because I'm small and I can't make myself be aggressive enough, doesn't mean I can't clock you one when I'm sufficiently irate.
Quite honestly, it's a tiny bit of a fantasy of mine to box someone really horrible in the face.
Ah crap. This entry has become truly morbid. I blame my repressed angst.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Today was a damn good day. You know, it's true that good things happen when you least expect them to. :) I went out for a pbm meeting in the morning and then unwittingly joined in a small picnic celebration for Lin's birthday. Damn nice. We flew a kite in Marina! And it went super high. But blur me let go of the string, so mine and Hudy's kite was lost. But our other one, successfully flown by birthday girl and Artika, remained in the sky and it was a great accomplishment for us amateurs. Then we had dinner at banquet and kept talking about how much of a good day it was. haha.
Tonight I don't feel like blabbering but simply revelling in this momentary high. :)
Also brought back leftover (unopened can of) tuna, and crackers. muaha. We were too hung up about the kite to eat.
Tonight I don't feel like blabbering but simply revelling in this momentary high. :)
Also brought back leftover (unopened can of) tuna, and crackers. muaha. We were too hung up about the kite to eat.
Monday, June 18, 2007
My eyes are certainly rotting. I've been doing nothing but coop myself up in the house, staring at the computer screen. Talk about an unheatlhy lifestyle. This is unhealthy to the max. Not only am I becoming more of a potato, but my brain is also turning to mush and slowly slipping into a dark, depressing abyss.
I feel so so stupid. I wanted to take up a job at the nus writing centre, offered, and invited, mind you, by usp, but I chewed over it too long and made up a million excuses about being so caught up with my travelling and not having time to study later on, that now, the deadline is way over. And I'm starting to feel the ache of my stupid decision. Or lack thereof.
THIS ALWAYS HAPPENS! Sometimes, I really think I need a whack on the head. Too many regrets! Too many already! When did it all start piling up and start consuming my life?
okay, waaay too dramatic.
anyway, parents are home from kelantan. fruits and more fruits litter our kitchen. and I also finally pre-ordered hp7! uber-duber excited about prospect of queueing up on the 21st! But reading will be interrupted by cousin's engagement which falls on the same day. (Cosmic conspiracy again?) But I shall switch off my phone and not talk to anyone unless I know for certain they know zilch about the plot. Until I'm done with deathly hallows. wahaha. talk about being fanatic. Maybe I should hang a sign around my neck that says something like, "Allergic to Harry Potter spoilers" or "The Consequences of Upsetting This Person Are Dire". Because I don't know yet how I would react if someone, accidentally or not, delivers a spoiler to me. But I do know that I will be angry as many people haven't seen me angry before. nyeeeaha.
I've been waiting for my mum to shout at me all day, and it hasn't happened yet. Not even when I woke up at 11.30. Not even when she can evidently see my basket of unironed laundry. Or the fact that my luggage bag is still not in the cupboard under the stairs. (muaha. I do like being able to write that. sorry, I digress.) Or the fact that I have been at my computer almost the entire day! It's making me fidgety. I'm so used to being nagged. Dare I test the limits? Should I perhaps leave a couple of dirty plates in the sink? hm. Don't think I can. Too chicken.
okay. I need to go have a life offline.
I feel so so stupid. I wanted to take up a job at the nus writing centre, offered, and invited, mind you, by usp, but I chewed over it too long and made up a million excuses about being so caught up with my travelling and not having time to study later on, that now, the deadline is way over. And I'm starting to feel the ache of my stupid decision. Or lack thereof.
THIS ALWAYS HAPPENS! Sometimes, I really think I need a whack on the head. Too many regrets! Too many already! When did it all start piling up and start consuming my life?
okay, waaay too dramatic.
anyway, parents are home from kelantan. fruits and more fruits litter our kitchen. and I also finally pre-ordered hp7! uber-duber excited about prospect of queueing up on the 21st! But reading will be interrupted by cousin's engagement which falls on the same day. (Cosmic conspiracy again?) But I shall switch off my phone and not talk to anyone unless I know for certain they know zilch about the plot. Until I'm done with deathly hallows. wahaha. talk about being fanatic. Maybe I should hang a sign around my neck that says something like, "Allergic to Harry Potter spoilers" or "The Consequences of Upsetting This Person Are Dire". Because I don't know yet how I would react if someone, accidentally or not, delivers a spoiler to me. But I do know that I will be angry as many people haven't seen me angry before. nyeeeaha.
I've been waiting for my mum to shout at me all day, and it hasn't happened yet. Not even when I woke up at 11.30. Not even when she can evidently see my basket of unironed laundry. Or the fact that my luggage bag is still not in the cupboard under the stairs. (muaha. I do like being able to write that. sorry, I digress.) Or the fact that I have been at my computer almost the entire day! It's making me fidgety. I'm so used to being nagged. Dare I test the limits? Should I perhaps leave a couple of dirty plates in the sink? hm. Don't think I can. Too chicken.
okay. I need to go have a life offline.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
I have been evil and lazy. Ever since coming back from my overseas trips, I've been putting everything off - laundry, emails, videoediting and especially! Asking about pentasbudaya. And then today I met Suliyati at royal plaza's surau, and she was like, "Didn't you know pentas budaya got postponed to 8th August?" And I went like, "WHA!!!" @_@" What has happened!!! And I feel so uber guilty because I disappeared. :s And am very scared now. (I have an incredible number of phobias, just so you know.)
I feel like a great big wreck sometimes. Like beyond-all-help kind of wreck. GAH. STUCK AGAIN. Damn it all. When will it ever stop!
I was thinking about something funny earlier today. How, when I was much smaller, I used to always think, "Oh, such-and-such couldn't possibly ever happen to me!" And then something did happen. And from then on, it has been "Why oh why do such things keep happening to me!" I think it's been leaving me entirely screwed up. I don't know whether truly unwanted and unwonted things have started to happen more to me or whether I've just become enormously less grateful. Probably the latter lah right.
okay. done with emotional regurgitation exercise.
Here's a conversation between a fanfic author and her characters. I thought it was amusing.
Li: You’re turning what was an entertaining story into a boring lecture.
Peacewish: Back off Li, or you won’t come off looking nearly so studly in my next AU fic.
Li: You wouldn’t.
Peacewish: You think so?
Julian: Can I be alive in this one?
Peacewish: Sure, sweetheart. You know you’re my favorite.
Li: I thought I was your favorite!
Peacewish: Actually, Tory’s my favorite.
Julian and Li: WHAT?
Peacewish: What can I say, tall, dark and handsome does it for me.
Tory: In that case, can I not be treated quite so badly in the next story?
Peacewish: Oh, sorry my love, but the true hero is always the one that suffers the most.
aye aye. I totally agree there. Reading about war and power and politics makes me wanna go pick up an Allan Massie book again. He writes great.
I feel like a great big wreck sometimes. Like beyond-all-help kind of wreck. GAH. STUCK AGAIN. Damn it all. When will it ever stop!
I was thinking about something funny earlier today. How, when I was much smaller, I used to always think, "Oh, such-and-such couldn't possibly ever happen to me!" And then something did happen. And from then on, it has been "Why oh why do such things keep happening to me!" I think it's been leaving me entirely screwed up. I don't know whether truly unwanted and unwonted things have started to happen more to me or whether I've just become enormously less grateful. Probably the latter lah right.
okay. done with emotional regurgitation exercise.
Here's a conversation between a fanfic author and her characters. I thought it was amusing.
Li: You’re turning what was an entertaining story into a boring lecture.
Peacewish: Back off Li, or you won’t come off looking nearly so studly in my next AU fic.
Li: You wouldn’t.
Peacewish: You think so?
Julian: Can I be alive in this one?
Peacewish: Sure, sweetheart. You know you’re my favorite.
Li: I thought I was your favorite!
Peacewish: Actually, Tory’s my favorite.
Julian and Li: WHAT?
Peacewish: What can I say, tall, dark and handsome does it for me.
Tory: In that case, can I not be treated quite so badly in the next story?
Peacewish: Oh, sorry my love, but the true hero is always the one that suffers the most.
aye aye. I totally agree there. Reading about war and power and politics makes me wanna go pick up an Allan Massie book again. He writes great.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Friday, June 15, 2007
Back from india. Not that I actually notified here that I went. But point is, I'm back. And I love Kashmir to the max. :) It's the things you least expect to fall in love with that you do fall in love with.
I got my hill of lambs, you hear! I got my hill of lambs! Since as far back as ever, I've wanted to be on a hill of free-roaming lambs, and I got it in Kashmir. And I admit, it's probably the major reason why I love Kashmir so much. Let me accost you with photos of my free-roaming lambs.
This is my crazy face as I discovered my hill of lambs. I was truly ecstatic, I tell you.
LAMB! The smallest one I could find. It was damn cute, okay.
Also, the people are gorgeous. We found gypsy kids with golden-brown-green eyes. Like the eyes of that Afghan girl on the cover of national geographic.
The gypsy kids are right in the middle.
I also think the Taj Mahal is absolutely breathtaking. It really is. All that fuss and complaint about the Taj yellowing and being a disappointment? I don't get it. I think it's the most amazing tomb ever.
okaylah. my verdict is: india is incredible, as they say. An at-least-once-in-a-lifetime visit.
I got my hill of lambs, you hear! I got my hill of lambs! Since as far back as ever, I've wanted to be on a hill of free-roaming lambs, and I got it in Kashmir. And I admit, it's probably the major reason why I love Kashmir so much. Let me accost you with photos of my free-roaming lambs.
This is my crazy face as I discovered my hill of lambs. I was truly ecstatic, I tell you.
LAMB! The smallest one I could find. It was damn cute, okay.
Also, the people are gorgeous. We found gypsy kids with golden-brown-green eyes. Like the eyes of that Afghan girl on the cover of national geographic.
The gypsy kids are right in the middle.
I also think the Taj Mahal is absolutely breathtaking. It really is. All that fuss and complaint about the Taj yellowing and being a disappointment? I don't get it. I think it's the most amazing tomb ever.
okaylah. my verdict is: india is incredible, as they say. An at-least-once-in-a-lifetime visit.
Sunday, June 03, 2007
oh, so I looked up the movie and scarlett is playing mary and natalie portman is playing anne boleyn! HUMM! That is so wrong. Fine, they do look the parts, but character-wise! You have no idea how evil Anne is in this story! Tortured, yes, but EVIL. And Eric Bana is King Henry?! NO! I love Bana! I hate Henry! Whaaaa.
:( I hope they stayed fairly faithful to Gregory's plot and not screw the characters up too much. I mean, just cause Eric Bana's all pretty doesn't mean King Henry should turn out nice in any way, you know? The King Henry in my head is greedy-looking with fat cheeks, red-haired and super selfish. How am I supposed to reconcile this when I see Eric Bana play him? HUH? HUH???
anyway. last night, we had liqa' at ami yusof's house. We were sitting eating chocolate cake which was absolute yumminess. But Kaktiyah refused to eat it because of her diet to stay at maximum weight of... I don't know, only, 40 kg? Nyeeah. So we tempted her and she gave in to one bite. Then my mum started warning me against obesity, taking on the side of kaktiyah or stg, and she and kak shida were all like, "You're not allowed to get fat until you're married." And, I remember vividly, they all looked at me, nodding in absolute agreement. And I went all -__-".
Well then, I gave it some thought. Not that this topic hasn't already taken up enough of my brain space as it is. But I chewed on the whole issue again anyway. Yes, it makes sense that a girl has to stay beautiful to snag one of the guys, and that gives some motivation. But I can't help thinking that one should have more motivation if one knew there was someone to be beautiful for! No? Well. Maybe that's me making excuses; being completely single and all. (I do wonder if I'd care more otherwise.) The whole getting-fat-after-marriage thing? That's my mum making her share of excuses. Fact is, of course, beauty should be self-pleasurable.
Aaaaah! I am bullshitting. Oh, what the heck.
:( I hope they stayed fairly faithful to Gregory's plot and not screw the characters up too much. I mean, just cause Eric Bana's all pretty doesn't mean King Henry should turn out nice in any way, you know? The King Henry in my head is greedy-looking with fat cheeks, red-haired and super selfish. How am I supposed to reconcile this when I see Eric Bana play him? HUH? HUH???
anyway. last night, we had liqa' at ami yusof's house. We were sitting eating chocolate cake which was absolute yumminess. But Kaktiyah refused to eat it because of her diet to stay at maximum weight of... I don't know, only, 40 kg? Nyeeah. So we tempted her and she gave in to one bite. Then my mum started warning me against obesity, taking on the side of kaktiyah or stg, and she and kak shida were all like, "You're not allowed to get fat until you're married." And, I remember vividly, they all looked at me, nodding in absolute agreement. And I went all -__-".
Well then, I gave it some thought. Not that this topic hasn't already taken up enough of my brain space as it is. But I chewed on the whole issue again anyway. Yes, it makes sense that a girl has to stay beautiful to snag one of the guys, and that gives some motivation. But I can't help thinking that one should have more motivation if one knew there was someone to be beautiful for! No? Well. Maybe that's me making excuses; being completely single and all. (I do wonder if I'd care more otherwise.) The whole getting-fat-after-marriage thing? That's my mum making her share of excuses. Fact is, of course, beauty should be self-pleasurable.
Aaaaah! I am bullshitting. Oh, what the heck.
I want to put more photos... but you know how troublesome it is to do so in blogger? It's so time-consuming! I have no patience. -_- sigh. I'll put only a couple today.
Did you know that The Other Boleyn Girl by Philippa Gregory is being made into a movie??? Wheeeee! So exciting. And apparently, it stars Scarlett Johanssen, who I don't really like. I suppose she can be Anne Boleyn, who's a bitchy, cunning character in the story. But I don't think she can be Mary Boleyn (who's all pure, simple and nice). But yay for movie adaptations; they're all the rage now! I can't wait.
two random photos here.
Aren't the little daisies (presuming they are daisies) in the grass damn cute?
At the rose garden in golden gate park.
Did you know that The Other Boleyn Girl by Philippa Gregory is being made into a movie??? Wheeeee! So exciting. And apparently, it stars Scarlett Johanssen, who I don't really like. I suppose she can be Anne Boleyn, who's a bitchy, cunning character in the story. But I don't think she can be Mary Boleyn (who's all pure, simple and nice). But yay for movie adaptations; they're all the rage now! I can't wait.
two random photos here.
Aren't the little daisies (presuming they are daisies) in the grass damn cute?
At the rose garden in golden gate park.
