My own cyberspace.

OHAI.

2011-11-12T02:49:00.001+08:00

So um...In case you were wondering...I changed the URL of my tumblr. So look for me here.

Last Hurrah.

2011-09-29T22:50:00.005+08:00

This blog has lasted a long time and I have been faithful to it but having to manage 2 Google accounts is giving me a headache. I have decided to move my base of operations to somewhere slightly more magical. Also, my chatbox is infested with spammers. Yeuch.

So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, adieu. Adieu, adieu, to you and you and you.

Platform 9 3/4.

2011-07-10T20:43:00.010+08:00

You know how you always remember what you were doing at the moments the world was shaken? Like...I was watching Phua Chu Kang when the newsflash about 9/11 appeared...and I was woken up by several smses on a weekend morning when MJ finally beat it. Things like that.

These events are forever imprinted in the history of humankind. But there are also the more personal historical events called memories. And I remember how Harry Potter entered my life though at that moment I had absolutely no idea it would be a worldwide phenomenon.

My auntie gave me both the Philosopher's Stone (cos we be Brits) and the Chamber of Secrets as presents for some celebratory occasion. Confession: I didn't read them. Every time I began reading the Philosopher's Stone I would get bored by the introduction of the Dursleys and their Dursleyish Muggle way of life. That meant I closed the book before I could be introduced to Dumbledore (he's the first main character to appear in human form). I shudder to imagine my life now if the book (and my mind) remained closed.

So after it collected dust for a few years, I brought the books with me on a family vacation to some place in Malaysia. I have no idea where because it was at least a good 13 years ago. And being young and self-centered, I didn't like leaving the comfort of the hotel room to go places I didn't know and see things I didn't understand. So I curled up in a chair and read. And read. And read. And read. I finished both books in 2 days, no mean feat for a person whose time on earth just managed to hit the double digits.

From then on my imagination was trapped in the wizarding world. I waited breathlessly for the Prisoner of Azkaban to hit the shelves and stayed up all night to finish it the day I got it. With the Prisoner of Azkaban, the rest of the world suddenly put on its jetpack, caught up with the Hogwarts Express and Jo Rowling became a millionaire.

It all just went uphill from there. My mom bought me the Goblet of Fire as a surprise. The Order of the Phoenix surprised me in hospital. I woke up early and waited for the postman to bring the Half-Blood Prince. The Deathly Hallows beat me to it, even in its special limited edition box, and I woke up to it lying on my bedside table. I finished each book on the day I got them (as every other Potterhead has done), not taking my eyes away from the hallowed pages, not wanting the magic to end, not even to partake nourishment. I read while I ate, a bad habit my mom was and still is both aggravated and amused by.

The Dark Ages came when I, not having any friends quite as Potter mad, began to forget about the magic. I lost a few books to friends and to the mysterious place in houses where lost things go when you're SURE they're somewhere in the house but have no idea where. I didn't think of Harry much even with the movies coming out every few *long* years. Probably because all the people I like kept dying, in real life and in the movie. RIP Richard Harris and Sirius Black. Also, the book-to-movie inaccuracies drove me nuts. I went totally cashew over the fact that they didn't have Quidditch matches in any movie besides the first. *grumble*

Now I love the fact that I have my own wand (twelve-and-a-half inches, holly and ebony, griffin feather core). That I could dress as a Ravenclaw student and not look out of place in Hogwarts. That I can write an academic essay on wizarding issues in our world's context and get an A. That I miss Fred and Sirius and Lupin and Tonks and Hedwig as though I've known them my whole life (as I almost have). I love the fact that my life is magical. ϟ

*I just love this picture.

I've Become So Numb.

2011-06-30T13:47:00.003+08:00

Hello from my personal (and dusty) corner of Fengshan Primary; where the teachers are the friendliest and most helpful people in Singapore, the principal is dedicated to inspiring and the air-conditioning is set to 'Arctic' (as one might infer from the title of this post).

I never expected to have fun on practicum. Or actually want to do work. BRB I have to go eat crow.

I find it refreshing and surprisingly less tiring to be doing work (reflections, lesson plans, eating/planning when to sneak a lunch break) than to be sitting around like a sack of potatoes watching shows on a LAN connection that's slower than a snail going backwards. I feel useful. I like making a difference. Maybe I'm doing something right after all.

On a more frivolous note, I like my current degree of tan and I hold a grudge against practicum for taking away time that I could have spent in the sun. In another country, no less. DANG IT TO HECK. (I have also become more family-friendly in terms of swearing. Gotta watch my mouth around those little bastards)

Also. When the H-E-double hockey sticks are we going to get our stipend? How am I going to survive on only $400 a month? #firstworldproblems #Idon'treallymeanthisbutIstillwannaknowwhenourmoneyiscoming

Right Now.

2011-05-17T00:48:00.003+08:00

Physical: Burnt. Shedding skin like a snake with eczema. Thinking of ~~cutting~~ trimming hair again soon. Needs exercise. Preferably yoga. Stomach is in turmoil from diet change. Subsequent bodily processes will be left to readers' imaginations.

Mental: Not too lively. Sluggish from being a tourist. Needs a wake-up call. Most alert moments occur when immersed in Order of The Phoenix (revisitation to series: #∞).

Emotional: Meh. Drained by HCMC. Not quite connected to the social scene yet after being gone for more than a week. Slowly making plans to insinuate self back in. Slightly aggravated by acute pruritus.

Overall: Itchy.

Prostitute Psychic says...

2011-04-02T01:49:00.005+08:00

FAILs come to Singapore. I never thought I'll see one on my own homepage.

................................

Umpire State of Mind.

2011-04-01T16:13:00.003+08:00

It really amazes me at what people don't know. There's a reason it's called General Knowledge...Private Knowledge just isn't of high enough rank to be noticed. Everyone should know General Knowledge. He's quite a nice guy once you get to know him.

Now that the cawing of numerous dead-eyed crows has died away, I'm serious. I have come across future teachers who think that relatively lighter-coloured mealworms are Eurasian. I cannot wrap my brain around this appalling state of affairs so I decided to come up with a list of facts that everyone should know...but unfortunately don't.

1) There are only 8 planets in our solar system now. Pluto got demoted.

2) Birds are not mammals even though they are warm-blooded. They are birds. Avians. And they are very closely related to the dinosaurs.

3) The 3 primary colours are red, yellow and blue.

4) The Beatles are John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Harrison and Ringo Starr.

5) If an 'H' comes before an 'O', like in 'Honestly', it is SILENT.

6) You cannot get pregnant from drinking sperm.

7) The gizzard, spleen, gall bladder and pancreas are all different organs but part of the digestive system.

8) Faxing yourself plain paper doesn't mean you're beating the system.

9) An 'umpire' makes sure everyone follows the rules. An 'empire' builds Death Stars and kills lots of people in galaxies far, far, away.

10) Expelliarmus is a disarming spell, not a killing curse.

If you've been reading through the list and going "Why am I wasting my time?! I knew all of this since I was sucking nutrients through an umbilical cord!", good for you. You are well-read and probably know more about the world than I do. Go forth and flaunt your precious knowledge.

BUT if you've been reading this and going "ORLY???", I suggest you visit your local library sometime soon and pick up a book, preferably without pictures.

Forges of Hell.

2011-03-10T00:58:00.003+08:00

Tired, battered and bruised...

But Team Blacks Bravo pulled through together, played with so much heart and won ourselves a third placing in our debut season in the Guiness Womens Rugby 15s league.

Brava, Bravo. Brava.

Descent.

2011-03-06T23:16:00.005+08:00

It's a vicious, vicious cycle. Honeymoon periods are sweet as corn syrup then it turns sour...like the contents of a stomachache. Worst thing is when it happens without warning. You feel the pain and helpless bewilderment of a clubbed seal.

It's the world's fault that people are jaded, not believing in the power of love, uncaring about humanity. Backstabbers are running rampant on our TV screens and the paper chase is the only race we care about. Not the human race. We elevate pieces of paper to the highest pedestals and they are our gods. We pray that material success brings us happiness when all we actually have to do is embrace being alive. But the biggest sin is the frequent crushing of those who attempt to add colour to our greying world. How often have you been too busy to entertain a friend?

No wonder the most common afflictions of romance story characters are trust issues. People identify, people empathize, people sympathize, people want to escape the reality of their own soured, screwed up life. But maybe this makes happy endings all the more sweeter. Living vicariously through the make-believe people, at least you have someone to feel happy for/about.

Why, yes. I do feel rather emo(tional). Thanks for noticing.

Joyeux De La Vie.

2011-02-09T23:59:00.008+08:00

I miss blogging...no I miss WRITING something un-academic and expressive and flakey and alive. But I open the "New Post" page and the blank just stares back at me. ZZZ.

I suppose the world of rugby has opened my eyes to so many things. Playing the game has made me grow. Not so much physically, although my thighs are starting to resemble sides of ham, but more mentally. You have to be responsible to play rugby. Responsible for your position, for supporting your teammate, for contributing to your team's efforts to make an impact in the game. Stressful to say the least. Mind-meltingly frantic at its worst. But the strongest steel is forged in the fires of Hell. Or as it is modernized, the most powerful ring of all is forged in the fires of Mt Doom.

So when the fires of lactic acid burn through our thighs and shoulders, we dig down deep to find the last bit of strength to pull through, because of responsibility.

Also Hongkong in winter is a bitch. At least you expect it to be cold in the Bay Area. I was prepared to go to the US. I had my Ravenclaw sweaters and scarves. I had more layers than...something with lots of layers. I had to BUY jeans and leggings in Hongkong. Good thing it is a land of Giordano and H&M and Cotton On and other cheap basics. I hate being cold. My fingers are always the first to freeze because they're so skinny. Low surface area to volume ratio. Or is it high. *shrugs* Math is neither my cup of tea nor my barrel of beer.

Anyway I'm tired of being cold. I love the warmth of Singapore and the possibility of going out in the lightest of clothing and not immediately perishing of hypothermia. If I stayed in a country with four seasons, I'll probably make like a duck and fly away for the winter.

Movie Review: Scott Pilgrim VS The World! Awesome show. Awesome series of comics. Living your life like a video game with buffs and enemies that explode into coins? Scott Pilgrim, immature dude though he is, manages to have an awesome life. Unfortunately, this movie didn't really screen in Singapore except for a few shows at a few cinemas so SUCKS FOR US as we step a little closer to cultural suicide. But look for the comics and DVDs at HMV. Or online if that's the way you swing, you bloody pirate.

That shall be all for now. Because Morpheus creeps ever closer and his lullaby entices me ever further down the road of waking death. In layman's terms........I'm sleepy. G'night y'all.

Duck Season.

2011-01-18T23:30:00.008+08:00

Just because I've done so for the past 3 years...I don't want to break the tradition. Though I think this is just so....so.

Exam Results for Sem 3.1

Educational Psychology II: Teaching and Managing Diverse Learners in the Classroom: A-

Multicultural Studies: Appreciating and Valuing Differences: A-

Exploring Language in Texts: B+

Topics in Biological Science for Primary Science Teaching: A

Applied Psychology of Physical Education and Sport: B- (!)

Social History of Sport: B- (!!)

Curriculum Gymnastics: B+ (!!! @#$%^&*!!!)

GPA Status: Immobile

Bah. I'm pretty sore over gym. I thought I did better than a B+ but apparently grrralglefraaghrMEH.

Never mind. I shall be as the duck is and watch the stinkwater roll off my slick feathered back...

I'M RUBBER AND YOU'RE GLUE! Whatever you say to me bounces off and sticks to you HA!

Update.

2011-01-04T12:27:00.002+08:00

MAMA'S HOME, BABY!!!

TORTURE.

2010-12-14T22:58:00.003+08:00

It is pure torment, watching your peers yelling things like "IT'S OVER" and "PARTY IN THE USA" when, for you, it hasn't even begun. Such is my beleaguered (Beliebered?) soul. The Destroyer is already off crushing the nouveau rich in Vegas and I just finished my first paper. @#$%^&*! I suppose this is payback for only having to sit for two papers for the last 3 years.

If the Greek gods had any imagination, this would be right at home in Tartarus. But of course they were all about disembowelment and having giant birds remove your organs and skeletons with barbed whips, but you know. Physical pain is like, whatever. -Nonchalantly avoids godbolt that falls from heavens-

I can't wait to go to the US. I have so many Ravenclaw goodies waiting for me. I will hit the slopes bedecked in blue and silver. I will also be able to charm obstacles out of my way because I HAVE A WAND. -Intermission while I piece my face back together- Okay sorry the grin that appeared was just too much for my facial muscles. A wand...of my very own. :D

Just about 41 more hours to go. Then I will be able to embrace my freedom and enjoy 16hours of cattle class luxury...what wouldn't I give to be able to Apparate.

Waxing Indifference.

2010-12-10T18:02:00.004+08:00

...Just throw me on a pan of sizzling honey and drizzle me with chocolate. At least I'd have died a sweet and sinful death. Don't leave me to drown in words that cease to make sense the longer you stare at them. Don't send me down the dry and dreary path of faux enlightenment. Why do all these things matter. Because the world says so? To be one of the world is not to be part of it. The audience always sees more. You find your own joy and I'll find mine. Increased pressure only leads to a more violent combustion. What wouldn't I give to feel the sun again...

Le monde...il s'émiette...c'est sombre...

Communication.

2010-11-30T11:39:00.003+08:00

I prefer to put my emotions in black and white though I might be feeling blue.

Intelligent Trousers.

2010-11-25T22:19:00.002+08:00

This may come across as an attitude of blinding arrogance but it sucks to be smart. It is ultimately aggravating to have to play Devil's advocate because you are the only one with the capacity to envision the infinite amount of what ifs and all the most minor flaws suddenly take on the importance of that iceberg looming large in the view of the captain of the Titanic.

You also know deep down that you can do a job 10million times better if only you had the time. Because a labour of love is in crafting the details.

It is also spellbindingly lonely because no one gets your jokes.

Excitement.

2010-11-16T00:12:00.002+08:00

OMWG 2 MORE DAYS TO HPDH PT. 1!!!

I WISH THIS FONT COULD BE BIGGER!!!

C'est La Personne INSANE.

2010-11-10T13:00:00.006+08:00

I RANT.

I RAVE.

dans le français.

LE SINGE EST SUR LA BRANCHE.

MA GRAND-MÈRE EST FLAMBÉE.

LES DINOSAURES ONT VOLÉ MA BIBLEEEEE.

Shot.

2010-11-07T22:12:00.002+08:00

I can't fix this. I think it's beyond repair. We're heading in two different directions to two separate universes. I tried to line up with you; I really did. But then you started going some place else. It's too hard to follow someone who has different priorities.

Maybe we fell too fast and too hard. Maybe I'm too open-minded. Maybe you don't take enough risks. Maybe I need this and maybe you need that. Fuck the maybes. Do we want the same things or not. If we don't, this is never going to work.

So I'm guilty of being selfish and petty...

You're guilty of not knowing what you have until you're in danger of losing it.

Teknikle Jargunz.

2010-11-05T02:17:00.003+08:00

I blog on the blagosphere.

Picture taken from here.

Loony Tunes.

2010-11-03T03:28:00.002+08:00

OMGWTFBBQ THE AMOUNT OF ASSIGNMENTS THIS SEMESTER IS...*&@^#$%^!!!

When my to-do list of assignments is exponentially longer than my list of events...that's when my life takes a turn down the poop chute.

So yeah. I just came on here to BLEARGH i.e. vomit, regurgitate, emit or hurl my utmost despair to the depths of the interwebs. May they be gone and lost forever. Like darling Clementine.

Why can't we all just get along...?

Unsatisfied.

2010-10-26T23:35:00.004+08:00

I've got a headache. My brain is bruised. I need to surround myself with the comforting familiarity of someone else's life. I need to watch a movie. I need to buy and read my books. Geez. The void is so bad. I need to escape.

Starkids have been my saving grace. And a dash of Neil Gaiman before I sleep. Otherwise...........you know the saying "all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy"...well, all work and no play is just going to send me straight to an asylum. Try that for dull.

Facebook is distractingly boring. It shouldn't be my homepage.

I think I love geeks. For it is said that the Geek shall inherit the world.

Ofuckit I'm rambling. Goodbye.

Playa.

2010-10-04T21:19:00.003+08:00

When I left TP, my timing for 2.4km was a good 13minutes...that was after climbing for about 2.5 years and I'm pretty sure my fat percentage was like 10% or something (it's ~~doubled~~ TRIPLED now).

Now...after rucking for a year...I just achieved my personal best of 11minutes 45seconds. OH YEAH. Playing 7s will get you fitter than not just a proverbial fiddle but the whole damn string orchestra.

But. I still prefer 10s. You can just let loose on the field and start crashing into people. Or if you prefer, there's still enough space to play catch and run hard. Such directed, concentrated aggression is unbelievably cathartic. Honestly, I'm not sure how touch rugby players can stand handing over the ball after being just pushed. Or sometimes brushed. By the wingtips of a fairy. I really don't see how that is reason for anyone to give up anything. Meh.

BeeTeeDoubleyew, if you haven't yet caught the latest episodes of Big Bang Theory and How I Met Your Mother (Season 6 episode 2 for both), please do. They have outdone themselves in terms of hilaria.

Shards.

2010-10-01T00:00:00.008+08:00

You selfish bitch. You had a choice between right and easy and you took the easy way out. Let your stupid little heart lead you around by the nose until you were blind to everything else. That's not how you love. That's how you destroy. You can't see what you're doing and you just ruin everything. Fuck you. You were happy two months ago. Why'd you let your hormones and emotions run all over you now. You have a brain. Use it. Stop being so petty and soft and needy. Harden up, loser. You need to be ten times stronger than this. The other FTW remember. Fuck The World. If no one will be there for you, wing it on your own, coward. Maybe now that you've been stomped all over, your heart can take a backseat and let your brain do the thinking for once.

Leaden.

2010-09-28T00:27:00.002+08:00

From UrbanDictionary.com (my favourite definition):

Sarah - Means "princess" in hebrew. Sarahs are fun to be around and don't care what others think about them. They are loyal and trustworthy and have a good sense of humor. They are bold, brave, and attractive, but certainly not perfect (then again who is?). Overall you'll want to spend your time with them and get to know them better. You learn things about yourself through them and appreciate having them in your life. Still, don't be fooled, they can have an attitude if they don't agree with something. Mostly it's sarcasm so either accept the remarks or just ignore them.

Thanks for making me feel a bit better about myself, UrbanDictionary, and, indirectly, MLIA. I just wish my favourite site wasn't down at the moment...

I hate this rollercoaster of emotions. I'll ride the highs of rugby, magic and gymnastics then slam down into the lows of...the rest of my life. I'm so tired.

P.s. Didn't mean for this post to be so emo. But I just am not happy right now. So deal with it.

Galloping Galleons!

2010-09-21T02:58:00.006+08:00

Even though I have no more income and I'm slowly growing broke...I still fed my growing obsession by blowing another $90 on becoming part of the wizarding world. O.o Hello bread, meet water. Get used to being around each other cos you'll be spending the next month or so together.

I'm not sure if I need therapy but I do know what I want for my birthday. A time turner or Hogwarts essentials...in Ravenclaw colours of course. A brilliant wizard once said,"It is not our actions but our choices that make us who we truly are" and although I have been told that I belong in Hufflepuff or Gryffindor, I believe I am a true Ravenclaw. Cos I'm smarter than the average bear.

I am going to save $400 to bring to America to spend on magical artefacts. My luggage is going to need to come with an Expansion spell.

To Dance Again.

2010-09-14T20:15:00.002+08:00

I need a little more conversation, a little less talk. A little more running, a little less walk. I need the company of more than a glowing screen and more than my dreams.

I don't particularly like being passive aggressive but my aggression is reserved for the pitch. And now for my volley of blunted barbs.

I wasn't hopeful at first but people were encouraging and optimistic about it happening, you included. And so I dared to hope as well. Too bad for me. Now, unprepared and defenses crumbling, I'm getting too tired to fight. Maybe I need more mental skills training. Then I wouldn't need you so much anymore.

There. Not so much a cathartic explosion as a little leak in the gas pipe of frustration. But my tank is rarely full anyway. Time to turn into the ever welcoming arms of my solace from reality: a boy with brilliant green eyes and a shock of untidy, dark hair; hair that hides an unusual scar on his forehead...

Wit beyond measure is Man's greatest treasure. Does intelligence intimidate you?

Fantasia.

2010-08-10T01:18:00.007+08:00

Universal Studios Singapore is a magical place. I can't imagine what I'll feel like going to Disneyland or the US in America or THE WIZARDING WORLD OF HARRY POTTER. I think I'll chain myself to a lamppost and never want to leave.

It's so fantastic; being able to walk into different worlds and feel like they really exist. Want to walk like an Egyptian? Sure thing! Want to kiss a Cylon? No problem! Want to have a creatively-enhanced Dilophosaurus spit in your eye? OK! The fact that theme parks are so popular; it says something for the state of our world when everyone wants to escape into someone else's.

That's why I love reading. Reality? Screw reality! This guy who needs to track down magical artifacts to destroy his arch nemesis' desecrated pieces of soul? He's living in a more interesting world! Why not pay attention to that instead! And suddenly, your life, by association, becomes a lot more fun. Firstly, because someone has worse problems than you; and secondly, because you get to marvel and discover a whole new world, Aladdin-style. Shining, shimmering, splendid. Books can open your eyes. Take you wonder by wonder. Over, sideways and under on a magic carpet/broomstick/turtle ride.

A 5th anniversary so totally awesome that even Wizard God himself cannot comprehend its perfection.

I Gotta Get Back To Hogwarts!

2010-07-24T22:00:00.004+08:00

I haven't blogged in such a Cretaceous time! And I think too many things have happened in the period that I went missing so I shall continue as though I never left...

In the middle of attachment to Damai Primary now! It's an awesome school. I wasn't so crazy about it last year but now that their principal has changed and the new one talks World Cup with us plebs (Viva Espana!), I think the school rocks. The pupils are pretty well-behaved and enthusiastic about PE in general (score 1 for sports for all!) and as far as I can tell, all is well in the staffroom. No daggers flying into people's backs, no arrows being shot across the room, no clandestine war councils convening in dark corners...the Rainbow will be proud.

Despite being led astray by the distractions of Muggledom, I have recently rekindled my love for the Boy Who Lived, spurred on by Average Wizards and Witches. I swear, within a week of discovering the site, I went from a gear-one-meh-normal Harry Potter fan to turbo-charged-plus-Nos-want-to-fly-to-Florida-obsessed HP geek. O.o And I am quite happy with that.

I can't believe I forgot how special the series was to me. I used to order the books so I could read the new ones as soon as they came out and my nose would be glued to them the whole day, even while eating. My mom would try to talk to me and then 5 minutes later I'll go "...err...huh?" and make inarticulate grunting noises like "rrhrmm mmhmm" and she'll tell everyone in my family that it's official: I'm useless till I'm done reading. Harry Potter is magical. ~8)

Harry Potter: Defeated the Dark Lord, rid the world of evil, demonstrated courage, loyalty and strength in the face of adversity and had a sense of humour.

Edward Cullen: Sparkles.

P.S. I just remembered I got a little owl for my birthday a really long time ago! I'm gonna dig him out now and carry him around in case of magic-related emergencies. I shall name him.......Dylan.

OHAI.

2010-06-13T19:35:00.003+08:00

This is just a cursory post so that my blog doesn't feel abandoned.

I'll be back with more.

Kthxbai.

*If I don't update, it's cos I'm trying to beat the Impossible Quiz 2.*

They're Multiplying.

2010-04-15T16:57:00.003+08:00

No school like old school remember? Things were so much more sincere then. The stars were stars because they didn't care what people thought of them and they were so unique.

These pioneers really believed what they were singing here. The conviction is so much stronger. We ARE the World.

Anyone for a second helping of goosebumps? Play it again then. And while you're at it, think of how many of these stars have already fallen...R.I.P.

One Small Voice...

2010-04-15T00:33:00.002+08:00

This is so sweet! :D The boys actually sound good here. No school like old school man.

Made you smile didn't it? :)

Minor Update.

2010-04-08T19:35:00.004+08:00

I'm so sorry for the neglect, Bloggie dear. This final attempt shall be a lasting one.

It's a sad day in Old Trafford. Man U lost to Bayern Munich on away goals in the Champions League quarterfinals. SIGH. Darn the powers-that-be that willed Rooney's ankle be damaged.

American Idol Season 9 is completely paling in comparison to the Glamazon hurricane that swept through Season 8. The only one worth watching is Crystal "Mamasox" Bowersox. And maybe the rockers Casey James and Lee Dewyze. But Crystal is really the only reason I keep watching. She is unique and so confident at being herself; she's a breath of fresh uniquely scented air in a world where popstars are manufactured using Britney Spears/Aaron Carter molds and rap just gets more retarded as rhyming words become harder to find. PLUS, her voice is out of this known universe and also galaxies far, far away.

Sidetrack: I love my new Samsung Corby! PRO! It's PRO! Smarter than the average Corby! Many hartz~<3>

I am actually not really looking forward to the holidays because they are going to be 4 months long and I don't really have any plans that don't involve a drain on my potential energy. Rawr. Get me to a beach overseas please. BLAZ. HINT HINT.

Right. 3 assignments still due and 2 papers. No sweatz. This sem is pretty slack actually. Hehehe.

Favourite Mamasox Moment:

Jeanetic OUT.

Three Times' The Charm

2010-03-24T15:49:00.004+08:00

By default, I have been contracted by the obligatory "tag" on Shormie's blog to complete this list of random facts people might want to know about me in case they want to stalk me with deliveries of favourite food and beverages.

Three names I go by:
1. Bee
2. Jeanetic
3. Jeanster

Three Jobs I have had in my life:
1. Adventure trainer
2. Sales at Campers' Corner
3. Girlfriend

Three Places I have lived:
1. Marine Parade
2. Pasir Ris
3. 24A Jalan Limau Bali (1996 - Present)

Three Favorite drinks:
1. Sparkling Fuji Apple
2. Cold Milo
3. Hot Milo

Three TV Shows that I watch:
1. *It all started with a* BIG BANG! [Theory]
2. How I Met Your Mother
3. Mythbusters

Three Countries I have been:
1. Thailand
2. Malaysia
3. Dubai

People that call me regularly:
1. BEEEEEEE :) Almost every night for 4 years, 6 months and 15 days.
2. Mommy
3. Caleb telling me to drink Koi/worship Park/go study HAHAHAHA

Three of my favorite foods:
1. Fries
2. Swensen's Caesar Salad with Breaded Chicken
3. *Icanhaz* CHEEZBURGER

Three friends I think will respond:
1. JacqTheDestroyer
2. Belindaaaaa
3. Whosoever reads this post will be subject to the inherent reciprocal terms of the TAG.

Three Things I am looking forward to:
1. Weekend with Bee
2. A Corby!
3. April 10th

Three Things that are always by your side:
1. Handphone
2. Wallet
3. Bee?

All donez. Iz wuch moar big bang nau.

DSPM1CIRCLESWITCH

2010-03-20T23:26:00.002+08:00

I'm so tired I have to tell the whole world because I alone cannot contain the magnitude of fatigue that is overtaking me. Misery loves company, don't y'know.

Invitational 7s tournament at RP today. Played 4 games in the rain, freezing my socks off. My legs literally cannot work anymore. They gave up. Went off on their own to find someone who wouldn't abuse them and to file a complaint with the Bodyparts Union.

I am also liberally covered with astroburns from all the diving and sliding and tackling. Showering was a bitch. She rubbed salt into my wounds and really emphasized the "burn" of astro.

The good part is...NTU are Plate (3rd place) winners for the tournament and we managed to hold our own against NUS and SIM.

YEAH STICK THAT IN YOUR SCRUM CAP AND EAT IT *pumps fist*

Now I'm just going to sit in a corner and stone and generally be immobile for the next few days.

Breaking News.

2010-03-10T00:46:00.003+08:00

I feel so so sleepy and fat.

I blame the extremely absolutely grammatically mind-boggling sock-rocking fantastical NAAN (plain, butter, garlic, cheese ZOMGz it so doesn't matter) from a new Al-Ameen along Clementi road, near Pasir Panjang and NUS' Eusoff hall.

It's kinda tucked away in a corner so you gotta search a bit but it's totally worth it because the NAAN ROCKS!!! In fact, all the food there rocks so much, there have been numerous petitions for them to put up avalanche warning signals.

Alright that's all for tonight folks. Back to studying motivation and the meaning of IRONY.

The Spot On Hypothesis.

2010-03-03T13:16:00.004+08:00

It's been forever and a day since I've blogged. I apologise for those, if any, who have succumbed to the bites of the chitinous freaks which might have bred in these stagnated cyberwaters.

It's supposed to be recess week now. A time for us overworked nags not to have a break but to have a chance to beat down the mighty dragon of assignments that threatens to bowl us over with a single nasty backhand of essay to the face.

Really. Who in their right minds decides to weigh assignments 30%-70% with no chance at redemption? He/she should get a job at the suicide hotline: Call this number if you need help committing suicide.

Yeah so these complaints are nothing new and actually just a lot of hot air. But my brain insisted that I let them loose anyway because he's angry at being woken up from hibernation. The gelatinous mass in my head much prefers dormancy and the occasional sudoku to pondering the inherent implications of Vygotsky's Zone of Proximal Development in the context of inquiry.

*OH NO. I'm Sheldonizing. This is not a good thing. I'm a few Big Bang Theory episodes away from losing all concept of social interactions. Remind me to smile and wave next time I see you. Just don't sit in my spot.*

So this is just a minor update. I thought about a lot of things to write but I forgot all of them. Such is the curse of great intellect. You can never just focus on one thing while you're trying to figure out the universe.

hahahahahahahahahahahahaha, yeah right. it's just fishville distracting the hell out of me.

Heartbreaker.

2010-02-15T11:16:00.002+08:00

Valentine's day should always stand on its own. Thank god it shares its time with CNY only once every 57 years.

I think Valentine's day is infinitely more special than CNY, if only because I've lost the whole sense of what pushing oranges at other people mean. Ever since I managed to say "xin nian kuai le", CNY has just been about increasing my income. A view I think many people under 40 years of age share. As well as some other superficial geriatric humanoids.

Valentine's day is a day to celebrate love in all its shapes and sizes. It's not about flowers or who can buy the most expensive chocolates. It's just about showing people you love them and are thinking about them on this one special day.

Will you be my Valentine? I want to spend the day with you, telling you how much I love you and showing the whole world I mean it. Then I want to do that over and over again every day of my whole life.

Valentine's day is your chance to make someone feel special. Although chronologically it's over, and those bustling business bees begin to turn up the volume on their bloodthirsty ruthlessness, Valentine's day could be tomorrow. Or the next day. Or the second Thursday after next. It's really up to you to call the shots. I'm not saying Valentine's day is redundant. Quite the opposite actually. There are so many people motivated by power and achievement right now, it's wonderful to have a day set aside to commemorate love and benevolence *Side track: I've really learned a lot from sociology. I do believe I'm a hedonist. But more on that later*.

I just wish people didn't need a special day to remind them to love...so it's a lot of trouble to maintain a loving relationship. But why would it be trouble if the other person is worth it? Wouldn't you be glad to sacrifice I dunno STUFF for her/him? The moment you start wondering if it's worth it, it's not. It wouldn't be. The calculative sharks in the world measure worth before they do. The ones who find love just do.

Updatus Blahnius.

2010-01-24T22:27:00.004+08:00

I was just sitting here...listening to my stomach growl...when it occurred to me that I really should add a post to my long-neglected blog that is more thought-provoking than "Australopithecus must have been really sick of us". Though you really have got to love that word: Australopithecus. It's going on my list of favourite words next to laissez faire, flocinaucinihilipilification and applet.

So...LIFE. It's treating me pretty well I suppose. The timetable is slack. The Bee is making me very happy. The shopping is done when the salary allows or even when it doesn't (which is frequently). What more can I say?

I am happily rearing fish and assorted livestock in Fishville and on my Island Paradise. Who knew you could find alpacas on desert islands?

I know, I know. I'm probably one of the last two people in the world to watch Avatar, but watch it I did. With Bee. In headache-inducing 3D. Okay maybe it wasn't so much the 3D effects that caused my brain to throb but more the plethora of scratches and stains found on the 3D glasses that obscured my vision and made Pandora look like it was constantly being fogged. Like Eywa created some nasty little bloodsucking beasts and set them loose to torment the Na'vi who then started spraying BeastOff all over the floating mountains...

Sorry. Got carried away by the analogy. Anyway, great GREAT show. Ranks all the way up there with Sherlock Holmes and Invictus in my Shows of The Past Two Months list. At the bottom of the list is probably New Moon. Chipmunks go in the middle. Fun...but not AWESOME.

There. A fairly substantial though slightly fluffy post for perusers of this blog. Back to being hungry.

Australopithecus!

2010-01-21T00:03:00.003+08:00

I am AFB until further notice. School is busying me. Among other things...

Our whole universe was in a hot dense state,
Then nearly fourteen billion years ago expansion started. Wait...
The Earth began to cool,
The autotrophs began to drool,
Neanderthals developed tools,
We built a wall (we built the pyramids),
Math, science, history, unraveling the mysteries,
That all started with the big bang!

"Since the dawn of man" is really not that long,
As every galaxy was formed in less time than it takes to sing this song.
A fraction of a second and the elements were made.
The bipeds stood up straight,
The dinosaurs all met their fate,
They tried to leap but they were late
And they all died (they froze their asses off)
The oceans and pangea
See ya, wouldn't wanna be ya
Set in motion by the same big bang!

It all started with the big BANG!

It's expanding ever outward but one day
It will cause the stars to go the other way,
Collapsing ever inward, we won't be here, it wont be hurt
Our best and brightest figure that it'll make an even bigger bang!

Australopithecus would really have been sick of us
Debating out while here they're catching deer (we're catching viruses)
Religion or astronomy, Encarta, Deuteronomy
It all started with the big bang!

Music and mythology, Einstein and astrology
It all started with the big bang!
It all started with the big BANG!

*SMILES*

Marshmallow!

2009-12-29T18:05:00.005+08:00

My mommy and sister have just returned from a month-long trip to the U.S. of A, bringing back 6 whole luggagi of stuff. They left with 5, in case you were wondering.
Anyway the point of the story is...now that they're back....

It's officially Christmas in the Toh family household!!! YAYYYYY!!!

We opened presents and (I) popped lots of bubble wrap and there was fun, laughter, peas and joy. :D

My Christmas Loot:

Love (or at least, like) it all. :) MERRY CHRISTMAS!

I gave my family a Wii and sibs and I had fun this morning beating the crap out of some seriously insane rabbids. Awesomeness.

Oh oh oh! AAAAND. Guess who came back to me after spending the past 12 years in America???

Heeheehee. Meet my old bantal busuk! ^^ It looks like a big marshmallow so that's its name. It followed me to America when I went there in '97 and I left it there by accident. Fortunately, I was already weaned off it so I didn't create a huge fuss about it but I still missed it a bit. Now my mommy's brought Marshmallow back!!! YAYYYYY!!!!! I don't think I'm going to leave it alone again when I'm at home. It's so following me to hall. Hehehe.

What a great day. It's nice to have the family back together. And we're off to Penang tomorrow to stay at the Hard Rock Hotel. I'm not jumping off my seat in excitement but neither am I sneering at the idea. I'll miss Bee.

Right. Back on Sunday people. Enjoy this weird-ass video my brother just showed me.

Squee Worthy.

2009-12-28T01:58:00.003+08:00

Dis iz itteh-bitteh kitteh king of kewt.

He noms fingurz insted of cheezburger.

:D

Sandy Claws Is Coming To Town!

2009-12-25T00:35:00.005+08:00

Merry Christmas!!!

Let there be peas on Earth and goodwill toward all mankind for 'tis the season to be giving. :)

On a less Hallmark-worthy note, here's celebrating Christmas with a BANG! *literally*

Legend Baby.

2009-12-23T01:29:00.003+08:00

Results are OUT!!!

Sem 2.1

AED201	The Social Context of Teaching and Learning	B+
APA201	Foundations of Psychology and Motor Learning in Physical Activity	A-
APA202	Measurement and Evaluation	B+
ASE201	Grammar	A
ASK201	Topics in Physical Science for Primary Science Teaching	B+
APC230	Soccer	B
APC233	Rugby	B+

CGPA: 3.90
Permission to level up: GRANTED

YAYYYY! Woots my gpa actually went up a bit more this sem and it feels AWESOME. *Happy bunny dance*

I'm sorry for all those math people who got slayed by their papers though. I'll say a little prayer for you guys.

Fruitful day today...for once. I took a break from vegetating and met BLAZ at Clementi to do a little Christmas shopping. Then went all the way back to Tampines where, without a restraining hand to caution me, I slipped into bookaholic mode and borrowed 6 books from the library and bought another 2 from San Bookshop to fuel my addiction. They will be finished within the week if nothing else occupies my time. SIGH. I used to spend all my money on clothes, then food, now books. No wonder I've been going hungry these few days.

I've also bought the Most Anticipated Album of the Year! For your entertainment, ADAM LAMBERT!!! *Crowd cheers wildly* He's so awesome. The CD's playing as I type. Even my brother, who eschews anything popular and knows obscure facts about the Conquistadors but doesn't know who's in AI's Top5, thinks that Adam should have won. He, the epitome of nerdhood and pale-skinned DOTA-er, said that Adam was so much more entertaining than Kris, who according to him was boring. My proverbial jaw dropped so hard it punched a hole through the figurative floor.

Anyway. Adam is awesome, I'm happy with my GPA and my Christmas shopping is not quite done. Anybody wanna lure me out of the house?

Lala@#$%^&*Lalala

2009-12-18T21:16:00.003+08:00

I am utterly enchanted by this little munchkin! :D

I want to kidnap him.

Peanuts.

2009-12-14T22:19:00.003+08:00

It seems that every time I have thoughts that I wish to immortalize in the annals of blogdom, epiphanic nuggets of wisdom that I want to bestow upon the world, every time as I open this very page to begin the process of transmuting those transient tendrils into lexical marvels that will somehow drill straight into the neocortex and ignite googols of synapses that will eventually lead to world peace..........................I FORGET WHAT I WANT TO SAY.

It's completely annoying and slightly worrying that I apparently have the attention span of a squirrel on Mountain Dew and the memory of a goldfish with Alzheimer's. Even now, while typing this post, I've deviated from the window umpteen times to check my fish (in Fishville!), my plants (in Island Paradise!), my cars (in Nitrous Racing!) and my ghosts (in Ghost-Trappers!). The things that command my attention are ENDLESS! No wonder there's no space in my head for other mundane things like nutrition.

Well, now that I've clearly strayed from the beaten path I set down upon, I shall just post a concise update of the happenings of the past few days (weeks) since I last put word upon this page:

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I am burnt to a nice crisp charcoal from cable skiing in Batam and from 2-hour tennis sessions from 10am onwards.

Okay updatey over.
I shall go care for my fish now. Peas to you all.

What Do You Get...

2009-12-06T02:08:00.003+08:00

when you cross the young and the old? The hard rock and the soft and furry? The frenetic and the incongruously insane?

Watch.

MAMAAAAAA! Mama? MAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMA!!!...............Dada?

New Moon Eclipsed By Twilight And 8-Pack.

2009-12-03T21:11:00.006+08:00

Someone slay me. I'm so bored at home I think my brain just tried to escape my cranium to look for adventure. Tricky things spinal cords; tough to break free of.

Here's what I do all day:

11-12.30: Wake up and crawl out of bed
1-2pm: Mythbusters + lunch
2-2.30pm: Spongebob Squarepants
2.30-3pm: Jimmy Neutron runs while I ignore it and read a book
3-3.30pm: Fairly Oddparents. *Stick those sniggers up your ear. This is funny stuff.*

After Fairly Oddparents, it's a stupid show called Animalia (it sounds like genitalia and seriously, who wants to watch a show with the nomenclature of *taps ear* private anatomy) so I turn off the evil box and read my books. I finished reading Eclipse yesterday and am about 1/8th away from finishing Breaking Dawn. Nono, I don't believe it's because I read fast...I believe it's because I have to fill the huge gaping void that has opened in the days of my life.

All I do at night is retreat into my lair and watch videos. Family Guy, Top Gear, Whose Line Is It...againandagainandagainandagain...Facebook...Blog(s)...

I need to get out of the house.

And I need a sport to do again. And people to do it with. Weirdly enough, I miss dancing.

Oh I caught New Moon with Bee some days ago. It's tough to remember exactly when. You lose track of time when you're in limbo. The sunset of one day may not follow the sunrise you remember...OK enough emo talk.

New Moon was all about...Taylor Lautner's abs. That's it. Nothing else was even remotely captivating about the movie. Edward and Bella were completely mopey and anaemic and everything was so dark and gloomy. Depressing much? Lautner, as Jacob Black werewolf extraordinaire, was the only ~~bright~~ HOT spot in the movie. And poor Bee didn't understand the show at all. Not enough flesh I think. The significance of the Volturi was severely underplayed, considering their importance in the sequels.

Bleah to the movie. I have to say I think Kristen Stewart makes a bad Bella because Bella isn't supposed to be all intense and awkward (okay not as awkward as she is in the movie). She's supposed to be this sarcastic punk with a soft marshmallow-like heart. DUH. I've been trying to imagine Drew Barrymore as Bella. Wish she could be but she's way older than Edward's ~~109~~ 17 years.

AAAAAND this is why I defected over to the Black Werewolf Camp for the movies.

He is so seriously spicy. ZOMGz I want werewolf for dinner.

Shave Your Ear!

2009-12-01T15:52:00.004+08:00

Hello world!

You would think I have more time to blog now that it's the holidays but the Irony Gods have once again smited me and I don't actually have that much to blog about because nothing's going on. IRONY.

Anyway the whole supposed "class" chalet ver2.0 at Shaun's house totally flopped because our "class" apparently consists of only 6 people. But we went ahead anyway to watch Arsenal's ass get kicked 3-0 by the buggers in blue. And after the match, while KKJ and SaxBomb knocked out like lights which emit occasional snores, Gay, Shaun, Jacq and I Wii'd for another solid 2 hours before (I think I pressed something wrong) the Wii machine shut down and left us hanging high and dry. We raved like rabbids for 2 whole hours. My biceps actually ache right now.

Of course, tennis yesterday also contributed to the ache of muscles which have gone into hibernation since the beginning of exam period. I really have to start doing something. Okay maybe when I've fully recovered from all the stuff I've been doing to myself, I'll start doing something. Gawd, I miss soccer and rugby.

Now it's time for more Family Guy and Youtube. I wish I had a more interesting post to put up but the Irony Gods will probably send a plague of distant relatives to my house to eat our crops.

2009-11-25T12:21:00.002+08:00

Coming to you LIVE from Utopia Studios, #02-95 Roxy Square 2 Shopping Center, 50 East Coast Road!

Haha sic.

Time For Miracles.

2009-11-23T14:54:00.007+08:00

The storm has passed and all is well again with the world.

Just as it is with an actual world washing, things are clearer now. Dust is cleansed from tainted, tired eyes and vision is restored. Perspectives are refocused on what is instead of isn't that it. Straightens out your priorities, a catastrophe does. What would you grab first?

Don't pry don't pry don't cry don't ask it is past.

Can't wait for chalet 2.0 at Shormz monster house to have fun with the most awesome class to descend upon NIE since its conception! Or to be inflicted upon; whatever, as long as the boot fits.

We're gonna Wii, we're gonna JAM (both real and fake), we're gonna fritter our hard-earned salary away on cards that may or may not return our love, we're gonna drink and be merry. Which of these doesn't spell fun honestly.

PLUS we get to watch Chelsea get decimated by Arsenal. I personally prefer Arsenal over Chelsea because rich people who just want instant gratification deserve a wakeup call . And Drogba is a fucking actor. I have the utmost respect for Arsenal as a rival team because they play a good game whenever we meet. But Man U still rocks the EPL and its collective socks.

Edit: ZOMGz Darren Fletcher, skinny, hot-tempered miscreant though he is, totally deserves goal of the season.

Bubbling over with excitement for Wednesday. ZOMGz. What joyous event do you have planned for then, you might ask. Ah. Well. To that I shall reply flippantly, Wait and see. It will be an apropos occasion for some show-and-tell.

I'm happy again. Deliriously so.

No more exams, No more books, Makmakmak is seriously lacking in looks.
Love again, Loved again, Will shaking some booty stop the rain.
Let us Wii, Let us squee, I do believe that we are free.
That said and Chelsea sunk, LET'S ALL GO GET DRUNK.

To find out who's the infamous abovementioned Makmakmak: Click here.

2009-11-21T13:59:00.003+08:00

Quote of all eternity

When you feel like giving up, remember why you held on for so long in the first place.

(Khoo, C. 2009.)

You're gonna be one rockin' teacher bro. Thanks.

2009-11-19T21:33:00.002+08:00

Don't Cry - Guns 'N' Roses

Talk to me softly
There is something in your eyes
Don't hang your head in sorrow
And please don't cry
I know how you feel inside I've
I've been there before
Somethin' is changin' inside you
And don't you know

Don't you cry tonight
I still love you baby
Don't you cry tonight
Don't you cry tonight
There's a heaven above you baby
And don't you cry tonight

Give me a whisper
And give me a sign
Give me a kiss before you
tell me goodbye
Don't you take it so hard now
And please don't take it so bad
I'll still be thinkin' of you
And the times we had...baby

And don't you cry tonight
Don't you cry tonight
Don't you cry tonight
There's a heaven above you baby
And don't you cry tonight

And please remember that I never lied
And please remember
how I felt inside now honey
You gotta make it your own way
But you'll be alright now sugar
You'll feel better tomorrow
Come the morning light now baby

And don't you cry tonight
And don't you cry tonight
And don't you cry tonight
There's a heaven above you baby
And don't you cry
Don't you ever cry
Don't you cry tonight
Baby maybe someday
Don't you cry
Don't you ever cry
Don't you cry
Tonight

Catharsis.

DEPRESSING POST AHEAD.

2009-11-15T22:08:00.005+08:00

This came from the Cthulhu Fairy.

Caution: This post contains expletives unsuitable for minors. The author apologises but it's your own shit if you disregard this warning.

Damn fucking shag. What a day.

Went through past year papers with the classmates at Raffles Hospital Coffee Bean. More information was crammed into my brain's crevices today than the whole of the past 2 weeks. My head feels like it's going to fucking explode like a watermelon in a microwave. Splitting headache.

Had to fucking stand on the damn train all the way from Tanah Merah to Boon Lay because it was one of those wheelchair trains where every other carriage doesn't have seats. I was just slouching in one corner and giving everyone you-better-shit-me-not looks and trying to sleep standing up. The ride just got better along the way when people brought durians in and someone was really sweaty and there was this miasma of some fuckedup smell pervading the carriage from someone standing near me who really should have showered and there were two aunties standing near me who were talking really loudly in hokkien from Bedok to Dover zomgz.

This is quite possibly the worst ending to a day I've ever had in a long long while. 2 tests tomorrow with nausea sneaking up on my stomach and head still fuckingshit PAIN.

Someone just kill me seriously. Or at least send me into a coma until the exams are over. I might need to run into a wall soon.

2009-11-15T02:43:00.002+08:00

It's a love lockdown.

Feels like the coldest, bleakest vacuum just opened to siphon all the warmth and happyness away.

Internally and externally frostbitten soul.

Monsoon sweeping over the living core of my being.

No.

I am not quite okay.

Vulcanization. What?

2009-11-12T20:10:00.005+08:00

It's the most detested, brain-numbing time of the year.

I need to vent.

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay.

Had a 100% weightage science test today. Even though the paper consisted of merely 55 MCQs, I felt completely pwned. Alright so it didn't help that I barely studied i.e. Facebook : Study time = 234567875434 : 1. And I haven't attended a single science lecture save the first introductory one which I whiled away happily playing Sudoku. And I've slept in every tutorial that I can remember. My only recollections of tutorials involve the first and last slides. And the tutor trying to start up the computer and looking rather bemused when it asks him to update Java.

It'll be a miracle greater than that of Liverpool winning the EPL if I get above a B for this module. But I declare myself to be rather good at making educated guesses so there might be hope for me yet. Abandon me not, sweet faith, for there be a flickering sliver of hope twinkling yet in mine heart.

I tend to wax lyrical about rubbish when I'm stressed/tired/about to epic phail a test.

Ohkay. After test. Had to destress. Met Bee at City Hall. SHOPPED. Put your money to good use girls and boys. Invest it in clothes that you might not wear after a year, food that you eat in 10minutes and electronics that are outdated as soon as you step out of the shop. Consumerism. THUMBS UP.

I had ice cream. Belgian Chocolate Chip. From Anderson's. That made me happy.

Spelling of my GPA's doom:

D - AUE201 (English): 16/11
O - AUE 202 (English): 16/11
O - APA201 (Sports Psychology and Motor Learning): 17/11
M - APA202 (Measurement and Evaluation) 20/11

It's partay time on 28th. Shaun, please reinforce your house.

Chronicled.

2009-11-09T22:51:00.000+08:00

It's been a while hasn't it.

Updates or a story?

Let's say...both.

An anxious, expectant hush falls across the room. Nary a molecule of air dares to twitch.

A heartbeat later, sound erupts, from the large soul-sucking box as well as from its victims. There are shouts of jubilation as well as groans of agony, indistinct in their individuality, lost in the cacophony.

Chelsea had scored. A lucky deflect off the heads of John Terry and Nicolas Anelka. The Devils fought on but Lady Luck would not deign to smile upon them. Maybe she hadn't brushed that morning.

Anon, the sky wept her sorrow for their loss to a team of Hollywood understudies.

Through the velvet night, cloaked with starlight, confident in their finger-dancing mastery, Guitar Heroes abound with their axes, slaying and shredding all who dare to stand in their way.

No love more fiery than this has been felt for any sentient being.

RUCK OVER.

2009-11-01T21:14:00.006+08:00

Short ruggerby update

The semi-finals of RP invitational 10s on Thursday went pretty swimmingly well. We were playing a much much MUCH X 102479728347 to the power of infinity improved game. Even though we lost, it was cos we were making mistakes like dropping balls or standing too flat (T_T). Our gameplay and possession otherwise was quite solid and we could've totally creamed SIM I bet. Rawr. Dear coach Serena came down like almost immediately after her knee operation all woozy and on crutches with her knee bandaged like a snowball. We promise to bring you the cup next year okay!!!

Serena + crutches + STONED FACE:

OH. Tao scored a try. And dragged the 2 people hanging onto her down too when she powered through and dived. ZAI OR WHAT.

Okay I'm really really tired. The GE 10km was quite possibly the worst I've ever felt about a 10km run ever. The first 5km was murderous. Kryptonite to Superman. Salt to a snail. ARGH. Of course, having only about 4hours of sleep due to an absolutely twisted biological clock didn't help my cause very much. Note to self: Sleep at 10pm next week for Real Run.

Retort to self: YEAH RIGHT.

Oíche Shona Shamhna.

2009-10-31T00:07:00.005+08:00

From Wikipedia:

Halloween has origins in the ancient festival known as Samhain (pronounced sow-in or sau-an), which is derived from Old Irish and means roughly "summer's end". This was a Gaelic festival celebrated mainly in Ireland and Scotland. However, similar festivals were held by other Celts – for example the festival of Calan Gaeaf (pronounced kalan-geyf) which was held by the ancient Britons.

The festival of Samhain celebrates the end of the "lighter half" of the year and beginning of the "darker half", and is sometimes regarded as the "Celtic New Year". The celebration has some elements of a festival of the dead. The ancient Celts believed that the border between this world and the Otherworld became thin on Samhain, allowing spirits (both harmless and harmful) to pass through. The family's ancestors were honoured and invited home whilst harmful spirits were warded off. It is believed that the need to ward off harmful spirits led to the wearing of costumes and masks. Their purpose was to disguise oneself as a harmful spirit and thus avoid harm.

There's magick afoot. A dog or a wolf? A child's laugh or a witch's cackle? A mote of dust or a faery? A cat or a familiar? Let your imagination and spirit free. Follow them and wander amongst the otherworlders.

Magick flourishes where there is Earth. Don't be surprised if all you find here is concrete. Unyielding and inflexible. Mother Nature gave birth to magick and its wielders, not Man. Time must be taken to find those who cherish magick, those who use its fair form for wondrous tasks, those who still believe.

Samhain isn't a holiday celebrating evil. It's a holiday acknowledging the presence of those who belong elsewhere but whose mark is indelible upon the world.

These are only my thoughts. There are others who feel differently of course. Like this dude.

The title of this post is pronounced "ee-hah shona how-na". No prizes for guessing what it means.

Gamester.

2009-10-27T23:43:00.003+08:00

It's really interesting how many people are getting into the word game in my previous post!
Apparently, PESS people are not just about brawn. ;)

CURRENT HIGH SCORE: 312,956
HIGHEST LEVEL REACHED: 55

Beat that kids.

KIDDING! It's all in good fun~ :D It's bonding to help one another come up with words like "xenophobia" and "yibit" (it's a word!!!). All for one, one for all, right gang?

But CS still rocks my shoes, socks and other articles of clothing.

I think I'm making up for all those lost years of my parents' no-nintendo, no-playstation, no-gamingdevices policy. I and my brother had to keep running over to the neighbours' houses to play Street Fighter and DDR and Super Mario.

Anyway, now all sorts of funky fun games can be found online and the world is my oyster, mussel, mollusc, shellfish, keratinised invertebrate.

GAME ON.

Psycho or socio??? The agony of making decisions.

Lexical Amusement

2009-10-26T22:04:00.002+08:00

I just love word games. :D

The English language is a beautiful one. Doth wondrous words that Shakespeare spake.

I'm POSTING.

2009-10-26T00:36:00.002+08:00

I am so tired I'm seeing whole solar systems, not just stars.
But I think it's due for an update though.
Ruggerby weekend.

Saturday

A few of the NTU girls, avec moi, joined the Blacks in friendly games against SRC, Bucks and some NZ Navy girls whose ship just got in. Pretty fun night. Blacks won 2 and drew against NZ. I played 1.5 games and got fucking speared into the ground and smashed around by the NZ girls who were all easily twice my size. They didn't hit hard; they just played dirty. Slapping heads and pulling hair and all. Got elbowed in the nose by accident too. Fortunately the worst injury I have is just a scrapecubed(^3). Thank god for inventing scrum caps.

All in all, I felt good after the games. Which is how it should be.

Sunday

Training with Blacks + game against NUS. Wasn't feeling quite up to it so I was kinda half-hearted about everything. Oops. Never mind I'm psyching up for the cup/bowl/plate games on Thursday.

Stuffz

I realised that I blogged about more thought-provoking stuff when I was in poly (For reference, check out Ye Olde Blogg on the left). I think it's because back then, I was just discovering myself and life's mysteries were all still fresh as morning dew.

Now, I think I pretty much know what I believe in, what I want myself to be and where I'd like my life to go. Hence. No more needing to put all my muddled, hormone-assaulted thoughts in writing so I can examine the inside of my head better. Spring cleaning is done and *hopefully* what shouldn't belong has been swept out my ear in poofs of dust and moths.

I'm happy being me.

With that, I leave you with this short funny-as-hell clip about a fairy who couldn't escape the clutches of the evil...uh...rhino?

Courtesy of Rugbydump.com (endless source of hard-hitting entertainment. WOOTS.)

Addicted To That RUSH.

2009-10-20T22:07:00.012+08:00

Rockin' weekend~

Saturday

Alright not much here. Just training in the morning at the Saints' nice soft turf. Azura's knee popped. Please pop it back and GET WELL SOON!!! :(

SUNDAY

Salomon X-trail Run in the morning. 10km of dirt bike trail in Tampines. Crazy route. Full of uphills, downhills and waist-deep splashes into mud. It was a very scenic run though. If I could I would totally go there to watch the sunrise.

It was Bee's FIRST RUN! So proud of you Bee. :)

After the run, me and mine went to Afghanistan for brunch. Totally rockin' naan they've got there. Class. We have to go. No more Al-Ameen shit. Dan please take note.

Concussion ensued at home after brunch. Woke up to go for training with the Blacks at the Saints' grounds yet again (getting kind of bored of that place SOMEONE PLEASE PETITION FOR A LADIES' RESTROOM). Training was just okay. Really need to work on ball handling skills. Fingers seem to be perpetually smeared with butter, grease and a good helping of ghee. Maybe I should get grip gloves. Or invoke my spidey powers. Whichever is easier.

Poor Sam got her ACL torn by a tackle. PLEASE GET WELL SOON TOO! :(

Bathed and refreshed after training, I met Bee and we had a REALLY good dinner at Billy Bomber's. I don't remember their food ever tasting so nice. The cheese fries are da BOMB.

The highlight of the day came after dinner...

Clockwise from left: Billy Sheehan (bassist), Paul Gilbert (lead guitarist), Pat Torpey (drums), Eric Martin (lead vocals)

ZOMGz. The concert at Fort Canning was all about the ROCK baby!!! I've never seen a band, where the average age of each member indicates a pending mid-life crisis, enjoy the rush of rock and roll so much. Addicted to that rush indeed. :D

The concert lasted from about 830pm till about 1030++pm. They had so much energy and were so obviously INTO the music, it was so amazing. I'm grinning just thinking about them. ^^ They came back for TWO! 2!!! encores and in the last one, they all switched instruments and took turns singing and playing. Multi-talented musicians all of them. + they all had really nice voices though Eric Martin's hoarse bluesy sexy voice is still my eternal favourite. Ahhh~*hearts* Paul Gilbert is really a freaking AWESOME guitarist and he's starting to rank all the way up there with Slash on my favourite fingerists list. He played his axe not just with his fingers but with a power drill and his mouth/teeth/tongue. HOW FUCKING SICK IS THAT?!?!?! Not to mention he doesn't do drugs. Billy Sheehan slayed his bass solos (total bass pwnage baby) and the whole crowd was just yelling his name, wanting him to jam with Gilbert. Which he did for an absolutely legendary session of guitar sex~

AAAAAND I almost died on the spot when they each whipped out double-necked axes to jam!!! ZOMGGGz~ It was rock heaven and the angels were playing. GAWD. I was literally swooning on my little grass patch. Sheehan had this lime green double-necked bass and Gilbert's looked a little like it was covered with mother-of-pearl but I really couldn't see properly and who cares anyway THEY WERE SO AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They completely shredded the guts outta their guitars man.

Oh and the part where they switched instruments and did a song? Gilbert was on drums, Pat Torpey took over the bass, Eric Martin (love him!) rocked the lead guitar and Sheehan started to sing....SMOKE OVER WATER.

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!! I have to admit here I totally went into a fangirl squealing frenzy when I heard those first few riffs.

JANGJANGJAAAAANG~!~!~! Classic!!! If you, dear reader, don't know this rock anthem, you really should shoot yourself in the foot or at least bash a ukelele over your head cos you don't have ROCK in your soul.

Such a fucking awesome concert. Totally love them. PLEASE COME BAAACK!!!

I'm sorry I've run out of adjectives to describe it and them. Awesome basically covers just about everything.

Burn, Baby, Burn.

2009-10-13T23:43:00.002+08:00

I'm really falling in love with the game.

These guys are so hot.

STEAM.

Dancing In The Street.

2009-10-12T02:04:00.003+08:00

I found these SoYouThinkYouCanDance nuggets of gold. Love the last one. :)

Ahhh... ^^

The Eye Of The Beholder.

2009-10-08T23:01:00.004+08:00

There's someone I would like you all to meet.

Check out the first link under "Groms" on the left there.

<------------- Chase the Cthulhu Fairy.

She was my vet science classmate, did my tattoo, is a freaking good artist and a fellow Johnny Depp fanatic.

Seriously, just check out her drawings. They never fail to wow me with their subtle messages and undercurrents of dark beauty.

CAUTION: Not for the faint-hearted. Might contain scenes of blood and boobies.

The Future Is In OUR Hands.

2009-10-07T02:01:00.007+08:00

I wonder if MOE knows who and what they are hiring to lead the future generations.

An amazing spur-of-the-moment lightning quick decision was made to go play Counter Strike (hereforeafter known as CS) at a LAN gaming shop at some ulu mini shopping mall at Choa Chu Kang. This was to kill about 2.5 hours of time before M&E class at 730pm.

SO. Caleb, Kumar, Dan and me went off in Caleb's smelly van to go do some headshots. The shop was kinda full when we got there so we decided to have dinner first. We had bubble tea and....wait for it....two bottles of Heineken.

I'm still burping up beer aftertaste. YUCKS can. All Dan's fault. And this was BEFORE a class. Not after. I could barely tell obese from overweight...oh wait. The school BMI system can't do that either. Spare some pity for the ruggers, people.

Anyway, CS was really fun and I totally absolutely miss playing it. I held up my end of the game pretty well, if I do say so myself. Caleb was just throwing grenades everywhere in the office map and getting ambushed in the parking lot. Haha. Me, I just got lost. Stupid map. We had a knife fight too which of course ended pretty quickly when Caleb pulled out his dual berettas. Then Dan managed to do a kinda awesome jumping-stab to Caleb's head and slayed him.

Damn fun guys. But I really shouldn't hang out with you retards so often. I can only take so many toilet jokes about nose shit and other bodily excretions.

Till next time, Mamba, BOMBSHELL, JEANSTER and harry tan damn good at cs.

The Good. The Bad. And The Smashed.

2009-10-05T10:28:00.006+08:00

And in the blink of an epileptic eyelid, recess week draws to a close.

First day of school again.

Good thing we had a week to remember...

Before...

During...

And After.
The girls...

And the guys.

And After After.

Sorry Your Majesty but some things are just meant to be shared with the world. Hehe.

PESS Degree Year 2, you guys are the best classmates anyone could wish for. Thanks for making my birthday such a memorable one. Cheers!

But let's stay off the C₂H₅OH for a while kay.

Hurricane Sarah Has Hit.

2009-10-03T09:39:00.006+08:00

It's been an insane few days.

Here's the short version:
(Trust me this IS the short version)

30th Sept

- Class chalet
- Gourmet BBQ with smoked salmon and all the dressings
- Polaroids are pretty! I promise I'll upload them soon.
- Beer pong, Circle of Death, POWER HOUR...
- I have never drunk so much in such a short time. Pushups!
- Birthday cake + presents! THANKS GUYS! I ~~hug~~ heart you all.
- Dan started it.
- Forehead has golf ball inserted under skin thanks to Judo master Gay.
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- I don't remember much.
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- Degree Year 2 + ????? cans of Tiger + Weiheng's stash of hard liquor + Gay's Johnnie Walker that can't be opened = SMASHED
- Woke up and puked X 3
- People are funny when wasted.

1st October

- Morning Poker! ( I R lucky toodayz)
- Nice yong tau foo @ Siglap (Dan, you're seriously a foodiesquared)
- HOME until 1030pm: Concussion ensued
- Back to chalet with Shormz as McDelivery Girl
- MAHJONG! (I R still lucky)
- Total winnings for the day: $15 + $13 WOOTS

2nd October

- KO by 3am (Caleb you're a mahjong king already. ZAI)
- Up @ 830am
- Noticed faint miasma of stale beer, puke and prawn (see la catch already don't eat) while strolling through chalet
- Checked out @ 10am with $5.67 of air con to be paid
- Ya Kun for breakfast (Hot milo does wonders)
- HOME @ 1130am
- Back to Downtown East for movie marathon @ 130pm with PPGs (agaaain)
- The Ugly Truth @ 310pm, Fame @ 520pm
- Fast forward to Potong Pasir, Serena's place @ 815pm
- Pizza party (post post post post post match celebration) with rugby girls!
- Pizza + MORE Circle of Death = GG
- Heineken tastes so much better than Tiger
- Cam whoring session all over condo. See Facebook for details.
- Pickup by Bee. Thank you so so so much~
- Swore off ~~beer~~ ALCOHOL for next year or two.

3rd October (Present Day)

- Slept at 230am
- Woke up at 6am
- Sent 'rents to station (they're off to Malacca for chicken rice balls) and drove to ECP
- Ran Pink Ribbon Run (5km) and met target of under 30min (dying in progress)
- Have car this weekend!
- Will I survive to use it?
- Current status @ 942am : SWEATY, SHAG and EMO.

Semantics: The brown smelly stuff is about to collide with the overhead whirling thing.

For The First Time.

2009-10-01T19:06:00.002+08:00

SMASHED!!!

No pictures please.

Officially Official: NTU ROXORZ.

2009-09-29T00:00:00.000+08:00

My memory appears to be a little faulty...brain was knocked around one too many times.

OFFICIAL RESULTS

FIXTURES	RESULT
SMU vs NTU	0 – 5
SIM vs NUS	15 – 0
NTU vs NUS	10 – 12
SMU vs SIM	0 – 39
NUS vs SMU	31 – 0
NTU vs SIM	7 – 20

Cup Champion - SIM

Plate Winner - NUS

Bowl Winner - NTU

Spoon Winner - SMU

Awesome results for our first tournament and first real games. WOOTS.

As Amanda so delicately put it, we totally "milked the nehnehs out of the SIM scrums" so that more than makes up for the scoreline. So LEGENDARILY AWESOMEEE.

Geez I'm still freaking high.

Omgeese I just turned 21.

Purple Heart.

2009-09-27T22:26:00.002+08:00

SUniG Women's Contact Rugby Results

NTU vs SMU: 5 - 0
NTU vs NUS: 10 - 12
NTU vs SIM: 7 - 10? 12? 14? (Okay I can't remember whether they manage to convert. Amnesia.)

I don't know why I didn't discover contact rugby sooner. The rush is amazing. Even after you come out all banged up and bruised and scraped and swearing you never ever wanna do that again, you know you will because the feeling of being part of a team that storms over everything in its way is like being a T-Rex. Top of the food chain. The big Kahuna. You take what you want and cream the opposition. Fucking power.

I'm still riding the rush. But it's slowly dissipating and the pain is setting in. Abrasions, bruises, cuts, blisters, sprained thumb...I'm a walking first-aid dummy.

I ended up being a 2nd row forward instead of a back. Now I think I fit in better there cos I like to just grab the ball and RUN instead of passing and doing funny M1, S1, DSP, etc moves. Mainly cos I can never remember which moves are which and when to do what. Lostness prevailed. I shall stick to playing as a forward even though it hurts more. *Stupid scrums*

I fully intend to show off my bruises because they are medals of valor and grit in the face of adversity. Neener neener neener.

NTU are the bowl champions of SUniG '09!!! YAYYY!!!

Sleep now. ZzzzZZzZZzzZz.

Tarnished.

2009-09-26T22:46:00.002+08:00

I'm looking forward to:

1) SUniG rugby matches tomorrow. I think I'm a forward now. Uh oh. But apparently I do more damage there than as a back.

2) WEDNESDAY.

Those will be the fun parts of this week.

I'm really a little emo now. I wish I wasn't. I wish I was more elmo than emo but stuffz keep going through my mind and I don't have any more clue what to do about them than a hippo knows how to moonwalk. Sighz.

I want to clear things up but I don't know if what I'm doing is right...I'm afraid of hurt. After all...you're still my friend.

A CENTURY OF POSTS.

2009-09-23T23:27:00.003+08:00

I've been waiting a loooong time to make this post cos I wanted it to be special. And I needed to get 2000 words of moral education cogitation out of the way first.

100!!!

I never thought I'd reach this day. I want to thank my parents for bringing me up to have the perseverance, my teachers for teaching me how to write and most of all, the fans out there! I love you!

Alright inane moment over.

I'm done with ~~2.5~~ 1.5 (shitz I am le tiredz) modules and it feels pretty good. Feel a little more liberated now (NO MORE EARLY WEDNESDAYS!!! Sleepz iz good). Like going bra-less when you sleep.

Oops. Or maybe not.

I think the sports psychology test was incredibly screwed up and none of us were ready for the examination equivalent of a wrecking ball that hit us in the form of a 2-hour midterm TEST. Who has a 2-hour test??? I've done exams in less than 1.5 hours. One good thing about it though: IT'S OVER.

Class chalet/bbq/banquet/feast/poker marathon to look forward to!!! It's gonna be sooo much fun = like a whole roll of bubblewrap. Woots.

Last session of RockJazzDance and Salsacise this week. No more groovin' and movin' to the music. Sigh. I miss dancing already. I shall groove on my own time.

To conclude, I leave you with some saxophone shredding AWESOMENESS.
Thank You.

3. + 2.

2009-09-14T23:26:00.003+08:00

The beginning of a new week.

Everyone's magic crazy all of a sudden. Is that fairy dust in the air irritating everyone's sinuses?

I've been eating waayyyy too much for someone who's supposed to be fasting. It R not good. "Stop eating so much!", exclaimed the alimentary canal.

With words like those, I should totally be writing children's books.

Class chalet/21st birthday celebration coming up!!! EXCITEDNESS! It's gonna be a rockin' partay. And to think I wasn't actually planning on doing anything. Maybe just a night out with Bee. Now, under the influence of Mr Sexy Saxophone with swollen ankles, I'm having an all-out BBQ chalet party. WOOTS.

Alert to class: NOBODY is allowed to get smashed and puke salmon sashimi everywhere. Even if Mr Sexy Sax gets us free flow beer kegs. I'll make sure I play poker with whoever gets smashed first. And win all their hari raya money.
*I think I've been hanging around Caleb way too much.*

Before the big party, however, I have a test and essay due next week. Which I haven't even begun to do. I have started studying for the test but for some inexplicable reason, I fall asleep when I get to the part about Motivation. The irony gods strike again.

OH! My first Sunig contact rugby match is on the 27th of September! I am going to get hammered by many fierce people if I don't run fast. This is extrinsic, situation-oriented motivation going on here. Trust me, I am going to run like a bat out of hell if someone the size and shape of the Hindenburg is trying to drive me nose-first into the ground. We haven't been given positions to play yet so I hope to GOD and whichever deities are listening in that I'm not playing forward. *pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasePLEASE*

I think that's all the updates I have for now. Exciting weeks ahead! *Does a happy dance* *Does a happier dance on bubblewrap* *Bubblewrap pwns*

PS. Ran the Mizuno wave run on sunday. 10 miles. Pros: Nice event tee. Nice scenery in Peirce Reservoir. Cons: Not enough water (one water point actually ran out of water). Ran on roads which were not blocked and had to stop at a few traffic lights. Ended on a freaking slope.

3.5

2009-09-09T01:01:00.002+08:00

Couldn't resist posting this. They make me feel like a little flame was lit right under my heart.

Just listen.

And watch their other videos. :)

4.

2009-09-08T16:35:00.003+08:00

My blog has molted;

shed it's skin and risen from the peel.

Such nice, new, scaly skin it has now.

:D

And I did it aaaaaaaaaall by myself.

Sure it's simple but it's so me.
It, you know...BOOMS.

5.

2009-09-06T22:43:00.002+08:00

This is the 95th post. I deserve a long-service award for staying this dedicated to a blog. Hold your applause please.

Anyhoo...

The inaugural Yellow Ribbon Run took place this very morning and it was one of the best runs I've ever participated in. Not only was it meaningful ("Unlock the second prison"), the race route helped me set a new PB for 10km. ^^ Not bad for a morning's work which included insufficient sleep and the aftereffects of poker. There were performances and free ice cream and severely discounted Crocs (which I couldn't get a piece of cos really who runs with a load of cash in their pocket) and a band formed of prison inmates performed and they ROCKED. They were as good as any live band actually. One of them actually played the sax and there was another playing the...uh...something else. HOW COOL IS THAT?! I declare the switch for ROCK to now be in the ON position! Woohoo!

Plus I got a lot of cool stuff in the goodie bag. Ha. Always worth a run if you get free stuff afterward.

So, now I'm back in hall, awaiting a very dreary soccer-less week. Note to self: Begin AED essay tout suite.

Oh yes. Rugby training was on as usual on Saturday morning. The bruises on my arms make me look like a victim of abuse. Or a very aggressive tickler. The sport is starting to grow on me. The more I learn about it, the more I realise how much brain power is actually needed to fuel a game and the more I appreciate it. Maybe it is rugby and not soccer that they play in heaven.

Aaaaand that's all folks.

24 Hours.

2009-09-01T23:11:00.002+08:00

I'm not very sure what to blog about.

School's been good. Having lots of fun being retarded, thanks to the influence of a certain abang. Or two.

Rugby and soccer are the best games in the world to play. You get to run around a lot and do telepathic stuff with your teammates. Excellent Jedi training.

Did line outs and scrums for rugby today too. Although I was "dropped" twice out of the two times I was lifted for the line out, it's still good fun.

Funny thing happened during a game of touch, during rugby lesson this morning. I was chasing after a loose ball and Don was in front of me playing on the opposing team. His soccer defender persona took over and he tried to clear the ball by kicking it and he ZHAM-ed the ball right into my stomach just over my hipbone. OW. I ended up on the turf, winded because 1) the ball whacked the wind outta me and 2) I was laughing really hard. Hehe. It was an action sequence that wouldn't be out of place in Looney Tunes.

Don was like EH sorry! Are you okay??? Hahahaha you okay anot??? Hahahaha...

LOL.

And I ran with Bee today. After school. Around NTU. It was nice. :)

Unrelated to the aforementioned Bee, Jacq and I smushed 3 bees which invaded our room last night. Jacq smushed 2 on her own with a tennis racket and after radioing for backup in the form of me with a badminton racket, she managed to take out the 3rd. There are now 1.5 bees under my table because 2 landed on my pin-up board and that ended up as their final destination. The remaining 0.5 worth of bee guts + a wing are in my dustbin. Because they were smooshed on my board. No...Thank YOU, Destroyer.

Another cartoon action sequence. Two hysterical girls flailing around with tennis and badminton rackets respectively, trying to shoo a bee out of a rather small room. It would've been funny if one of us whacked the other. Hehehe.

Alright. I think that's enough rambling for now. Updates aren't particularly mentally stimulating, whether to read or to write. I'll come up with something more fun soon.

Peace Out.

An Abridged Week.

2009-08-27T12:08:00.004+08:00

It's Thursday morning.
The sky is overcast and poses an imminent threat to all outdoor sports.
So begins the fourth day of fasting.

Tuesday was long, draggy and filled with thoughts of 100plus and raging rivers.
2 hours of rugby in the sun followed by a couple of hours of absorbing knowledge followed by an hour of intensive Rock Jazz Dance. The challenge was well-met.

The presentation for Social Context of Teaching concluded on Wednesday morning.
An hour of Salsacise was preceded by concussion and How I Met Your Mother. Season 3 4 beckons.
An impromptu decision to visit Wala Wala at Holland V saw Jacq, Weiheng, Daniel and yours truly sipping light liquor and enjoying the flawless performances of Ngak and band. Awesome musicians.
After one and a half sets, pleas of shagness were heard and by 1.30am, I was slipping into a coma in the relative comfort of my bed.

Fast forward to Friday.
I hope I'll get to see you, Bee.
I miss the hell out of you.
Hugs and kisses will be in great demand.

Booking In.

2009-08-23T22:33:00.002+08:00

This will be a report on my physical and mental status.

1) There is a minor contusion on the right side of my cranium, lateral to my eyeballs. Cause of injury is Saturday's rugby training. More specifically, cause of injury is a boot.

2) There is a weird rash on my neck, just surface to my trachea and laterally to the left of my oesophagus. I hope it's not contagious and it doesn't mutate. A mushroom growing on my neck might look a little odd.

3) I finally had a good night's rest. I am ready to face the world and climb the self-actualization pyramid, humanistically speaking.

4) AED201 PRESENTATION IS THIS WEDNESDAY. This is the fastest project I've zipped through. Increased compression = larger explosion.

5) Whatever a Salsacise class is, I'll find out on Wednesday.

6) I stocked up on food (damn I forgot my Glucolin. again.) so I can puasa with Bee.

7) I ate too much. I'm sleepy again.

End of Report.

Id Speaks.

2009-08-20T01:07:00.003+08:00

I miss Bee.

AHM Post Mortem.

2009-08-17T11:12:00.003+08:00

Remind me never to do that again until a year has passed. That's 365 days. 8760 hours. 525,600 minutes. 31,536,000 seconds.

Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow.

How To Rule The World.

2009-08-13T23:20:00.002+08:00

The idea is there. We should clone guys with talent instead of sheep.

Thanks Yujun for showing me this vid!

Start Of Something New.

2009-08-11T14:39:00.002+08:00

Officially:

- Year 2
- Hall 8er [41-4-766]
- TheDestroyer's roomie and slack buddy

And I am also covered in dust (because the room has not been swept) and sweat (from the very first lesson of the very first day of school; 3 hours of rugby that included 1.5 hours of running around into space and tagging people). I am also just recovering from a minor panic attack because we couldn't find our room (766! NOT 776!).

Status update concluded.

Post script: Maad the Mad is my hall mate. Let's see where that turn of events brings us.

BRAAAAAAAINS.

Show And Tell.

2009-08-05T02:55:00.001+08:00

Wakwakwakwakwakwakwakwak!

Good As New.

2009-08-04T20:50:00.001+08:00

So damn good. How can you not fucking love this guy.

Black, White and Blah.

2009-08-03T22:58:00.000+08:00

There's something wrong with Blogger!

I want to post a nice, pretty, FORMATTED post but nooo, all the cosmetic tools needed are missing. Hmph.

I want to add pictures and talk about the two movies I watched over the weekend but nooo, the button to click has mysteriously vanished into the depths of cyberspace like a herring down a ravenous sea lion's throat. Hmph.

For. Get. It.

Watch *BOLDED* Public Enemies because *UNDERLINED and with a picture of his quirky hotness inserted* Johnny Depp is great and watch *BOLDED* The Hangover because the bearded guy is "literally too stupid to insult" *Insert picture of bearded guy carrying baby with aviator sunglasses*.

And yes, that's funny.

Holiday Mood.

2009-07-30T23:07:00.001+08:00

I'm back from sunny (and, for 24hours, typhoony) Langkawi!!!

It was great just spending time with Bee. :)

We rented a car, drove round the island a few times, Bee got annoyed at the lack of shopping opportunities and modernization of the town...and so on.

I might post pictures if I'm not too lazy but there are always zombies to smush. Zombie-smushing is a 24/7 job people. Don't just leave it to the plants.

I love being on holiday. I love being on holiday with Bee even more.
Such an adventure.

:)

I R Happypotamus.

*I apologise for the uninteresting format and unadorned post. Blogger has banned me from its beautification tools once again.*

Quickie Lickie.

2009-07-27T00:59:00.002+08:00

Quick one before I hit the hay...

I'm off to Langkawi tomorrow till Thursday for a short and sweet honeymoon with Bee.

;)

Sun.
Sea.
UNDERWATER WORLD.

Methinks I am to experience a super fun time anon.

*YAWN*

Okay. G'night world.

SUNFLOWER! 1 2 3 4!
There's a zombie on your lawn, there's a zombie on your lawn...We don't want zombies on the lawn!
I like your tricycle.
There's butter on my head.
I'm gonna eat your BRAINS!
WE ARE THE UNDEAD!

Plants VS Zombiez.

2009-07-23T11:24:00.003+08:00

Have you ever seen a music video for a game? For that matter, have you ever seen vegetables taking out a former NFL zombie?

TADAAAAH!!!

Now you know how I kill boredom. It's not as tough as zombies.

Kinda...Maybe...True.

2009-07-21T13:09:00.000+08:00

Your view on yourself:

Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them.

The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:

You are not looking merely for a girl/boyfriend - you are looking for your life partner. Perhaps you should be more open-minded about who you spend time with. The person you are looking for might hide their charm under their exterior.

Your readiness to commit to a relationship:

You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.

The seriousness of your love:

You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?

Your views on education

Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.

The right job for you:

You have many goals and want to achieve as much as you can. The jobs you enjoy are those that let you burn off your considerable excess energy.

How do you view success:

You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.

What are you most afraid of:

You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.

Who is your true self:

You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.

http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx

Stone Hammer.

2009-07-20T22:33:00.002+08:00

I know, I know...I haven't been updating.

I've been having too much fun with my computer games (GUNBOUND!!!) and the flu virus that made me miss 2 days of secondary school experience. But hey, we all have to be strong.

This is going to be a cursory blog post cos I really don't feel like writing very much.

Hmm. I'm glad I'm going to be teaching in primary school after experiencing both of them. Seriously. I'll be a doormat for secondary school students. Gah.

Off to Langkawi with Bee next week! Yaaayyyy. He POPs this thursday. FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY. Actually we wanted to go to KL....then Tioman....then Redang....now it's Langkawi and we've (I!) booked everything so it's all cut and dried with the T's crossed and I's dotted. Whew.

Yaaaaayyyyyyy~ ^^

Volleyball with Weiheng, Shorm, Don, Gay and Weiheng's friend (Kian?) on Saturday was pretty fun although I left the session with a freaking hole in my foot, courtesy of a sharp, sneaky little rock which punctured my heel.

I'm sorry I can't play for nuts, guys. Thank you for being so patient and encouraging. I will improve and help you pwn the national team. Peace. :)

I want to see our timetable. I want school to start. I want to go back to hall to stay. I want to have somewhere to run again. But first, I want to have a funtastic anniversary with my Bee.

Fun Before The Storm.

2009-07-12T22:12:00.004+08:00

I have lots to say about this weekend. So if you get tired of reading just close the tab, I don't control your life.

1) I managed to get the Nike Gladiateur Mids! THE LAST PAIR IN SINGAPORE. I think fate intervened in my being able to embrace the shoes. I wasn't even really planning to be in Orchard. Bee wanted to meet me there. So I went. Then, we went to Nike Wisma Atria. The shoes weren't on display but I thought it wouldn't hurt to ask. So I asked a saleslady about them. She looked at my feet and went "We have one last pair left. I think you should be able to fit." And I tried them. And they DID fit! YAY!

Another bit of coincidence. The saleslady I asked was the only one in the store who knew that there was one pair left. Someone (to whom I am indebted to for all eternity) reserved them and then didn't want (!) them in the end. So she was the one who kept them in the storeroom. If I'd asked someone else, I would've been told that they were all sold out. ONE WEEK. That's all it took. GOSH. Next time they'll be in will probably be next year.

There were no more black ones but I have black gladiators anyway so imagine the shoe above in silver with hot pink where the gold bits are. PRETTY RIGHT??? ^^

*Jacq, as my future roomie, I promise to lend you the shoes whenever I bring them to hall. Sumpah.*

2) After a very long spell of not grooving, I and Salome and Charmaine and 2 of Salome's friends got together to put on a performance as part of a campaign to raise awareness for the intellectually disabled. That happened about 8 hours ago.

This is the video of all our weeks of hard practice and...umm...descent into bimbotism.

HAHAHAHA! How about that. Melati, I'm sorry for laughing when you break into random dances. It's fun. Hehe.

By the way, the little lady in the video is Tingting. She's intellectually disabled but can function at a higher level so she actually holds a job under open employment. She's 24 years old this year. I am so amazed by her. She's very sweet and can play the piano (Grade 6! While I, with a more or less healthy mind, don't know tau geh from brussels sprouts) and likes to play Teen Titans on cartoonnetwork.com. :D We bonded over that for a while, until I asked if she likes to play the Powerpuff Girls games (which I still love) and she just looked at me and said "Aiyo. I grow up already loh." !!!!!!!! OUCH. Such a blow to my heart of spun glass. Of course, the rest of the gang were tickled pink by that little quip.

It was a little hard talking to her not just because of her speech defects but because she was obviously brought up speaking MANDARIN, of which I am slowly losing the ability to speak as time goes by. I swear, she was reciting Tang poetry and it was like she was speaking Klingon. And everytime I tried to speak to her, Charmaine would very helpfully start laughing at me. And she can write in Olden Chinese! While, as Charmaine cheerfully informed the rest, I have problems with the Simplified Modern Chinese. Yep. Aku rase aku jadi cina melayu sua. Melayu pon lagi senang nak belajar.

3) The final rankings of the National Bouldering League are out.

Open Womens Ranking 2009(1+2+3)

Okay la. Considering I didn't train for all the competitions AND I missed one, being 1 short of the top 10 is pretty astonishing. Let's see if I can better this next year. *The chances of my ranking dropping like a suicidal elephant is definitely more favourable right now.*

And THAT concludes this update. Tune in next week, same time same place, for the 10 o'clock news. Good night.

*There are annoying people in the house opposite singing karaoke VERY loudly. So far I've heard Whitney Houston, Mariah Carey and Jackson 5. Now it's some early 90's let's-hear-it-for-the-boys-style pop. SMITE THEM.*

I've Experienced School. It Ain't Fun.

2009-07-09T21:23:00.003+08:00

I feel obliged to tell the world about my school experience in Damai Primary this week but seriously...NOTHING INTERESTING HAPPENED.

I sat at the back of the class for every lesson except for PE and an English lesson where the teacher (who I think was my primary 1 form teacher in Pasir Ris Primary but I don't think she remembers me so I'm not going to say anything) let us walk around and help the groups do group writing on "Our Diorama".

Primary 1 kids are the sweetest species to ever grace this Earth. They are so puny and I'm so afraid I'll just accidentally trod on one of them. They're at that stage where they will happily do anything you say because you're taking care of them and not because their minds are yet unformed like kindergarteners. The more precocious ones pipe up now and then of course but I honestly have not chanced upon anything quite as adorable as a tiny kid whose mini whiteboard is about the size of their torso.

Primary 2s and 3s are all also still quite capable of tugging at those heart strings. They're more comfortable and settled in school so they can be a bit noisier but noise means lively which is pretty fun. Just say words related to bodily functions like "fart" or "butt" and they collapse into puddles of giggle. I think even "armpit" is liable to eke out a few spasmodic chuckles. I'm going to observe P2 and P3 PE tomorrow. Wish me luck.

The upper primary kids sometimes look like they still belong in lower primary and sometimes look like they should be shaving. The difference is kinda weird sometimes. You'll see a small boy running around and playing catch with The Hulk. And they're supposed to be the same age.

Lesson-wise...I've been almost, nearly, head-about-to-hit-the-table, dozing off in so many classes. I think it's because we're not allowed to DO anything. So. I've tried to take notes but yeah taking notes when you're about to fall asleep means you end up with pages of hieroglyphics. I doodled, I made paper hearts, I played bingo with the other 2 NIE trainees, I rewrote the Egyptian Book of the Dead...All in the name of boredom.

For the first time in a long while...TGI*almost*F.

I want my Bee.
I want my pay.
I want my Nikes.
I want my holiday back.

Excitement.

2009-07-05T23:28:00.004+08:00

By the way, my new toy can play videos too!

Stuff worth watching:

Jason Mraz - Rainbow Connection
Michael Jackson - Black or White
Walk The Dinosaur
Adam Lambert - Is Anybody Listening?

I'm just having so much fun with that thing. It's like having a real pod around. ^^

12th July is coming! Nobady nobady but chew.

Fresh Out Of The Box.

2009-07-05T18:44:00.001+08:00

LOOK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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We're One But We're Not The Same.

2009-07-03T22:33:00.003+08:00

Sorry for the long period of silence.

But I still don't feel like blogging.

It's like coming off an awesome roller-coaster ride only to find that you gotta pay $2387349775842 for it. It's too hard say no but you're definitely not happy about paying the price.

I got my first samman (that's how Singaporeans pronounce it, no?) tonight to end my day.

Yes. I feel down and moody and emo.

Go away and leave me to listen to Simple Plan and smother my eyelids with charcoal.

Filler.

2009-06-26T20:07:00.001+08:00

I R GOING TO BE WITH BEE SOON!!!

I don't know why I miss him so many...
Hormonal imbalance? Maybe.
Love him far too much? Probably.

Countdown: 10 minutes!

Note to self
Things to tell Bee:
- Bintan
- Shopping
- Mommy's birthday
- Crazy relatives
- Speed that is not speed

Been To, Back From...Bintan.

2009-06-24T19:53:00.004+08:00

Quick update before I continue playing Facebook Poker.
*I finally crossed the 100k mark. Go me.*

Left for Bintan on Sunday.
Stayed at the Bintan Lagoon Resort. Really nice place, 5 stars and all that.

Wish it wasn't so cloudy though. My idea of a great holiday is playing with the sea, letting the sun warm you inside out and scouting for hermit crabs and other assorted marine creatures.

Went kayaking, spent most of the time in the pool, played laser tag which was freaking insanely fun even though I played with my brother, sister and dad, and had mega cravings for burgers.

So ends the abbreviated version of my holiday.

The unabridged edition will be along ~~shortly~~ when I run out of other things to say.