Monday, May 30
School has started.
A thousand barrels of dread drenched in indignance.
Life goes on.
New classes, new faces and perhaps a new me.
I push as far as I can go just so I won't pause to think.
My sole existence hinges on awaiting the time when grace amazing takes me home.
And till then, I'll trust in Him.
I sing it; I hope for it.
Panadol is my new good friend.
The best company an exploding head can have, really.
I constantly fight a battle against aircon and my thoughts.
I need more panadol and sleep.
d e b b e e e kvetched at 8:19 PM
Monday, May 23
It's a lazy Vesak Day and I'm a geek glued to the computer, as always.
Thank goodness for a nice day off before I drag myself back to school tomorrow at eight.
So what do I do, you ask?
The things a geek does, my dahling.
After the Crimson Room, I expected the sequel to that would be even better, or at least on par.
Phooey.
People, do not waste your time on the Viridian Room.
It was comparable to the joke of a toy called Barbie Doll.
Equally evil and silly.
I do all these to distract myself from the torment of my new fringe.
Not really torment lah, but just really different. Really.
Okay, they say that being impulsive brings much regret.
I like to learn the practical way, you know - instead of just theory ):
So, I look like Edna Mode.
Call me Auntie Amy, your next-door ah soh who irons clothes for a living.
I caught Once Upon A Time - A Tribute to Hans Christian Anderson on Arts Central last week and wow! That was all I could express, spellbound by the songs and dances they put up in memory of one of the most revered fairytale authors.
How I loved his The Snow Queen!
I used to hide in bed and pretend I was in the Snow Queen's palace and everything was as cold as cold. The Snow Queen they had at the tribute wore a really pretty white dress with a long, long train that fluffed out and down as she rose up in the air (on wires, of course).
I was quite sad.
He led such a sad life.
But he didn't allow any of his problems to stop his imagination or his will to live and tell.
I want to be just like him - living life as it truly is.
I am not at all confident in myself and the things I need to do, but I'll hold onto the memory of such great people. There's always Moses, someone who stuttered his way to the Pharoah's throne, for me to be encouraged by.
God didn't make a mistake in choosing Moses.
God didn't make a mistake in me, either.
I will live and tell.
I want to do so much more everyday.
Not just sit around and trudge along!
I want to find myself and then somemore.
The games have already begun.
d e b b e e e kvetched at 3:48 PM
Friday, May 13
Everything is double-coated with schmaltz today.
Schmaltzy-licious.
Clouds are drifting away; nothing stays the same ever.
Pilferers will be pelted with matzo dumplings.
If Dadaism be my pursuit, let the games begin!
d e b b e e e kvetched at 10:16 PM
Monday, May 9
I am appalled at how blur I was back in Dunman High. I knew less than half the people in school and currently remember only about a fifth of that. Oh, actually I am not appalled - that's Ruoya and Weizhu - but merely intrigued. I lived in a shadow of incessant ponning (which Ruoya used to show displeasure at) and formidable mathematics skills (such that they ceased to exist).
All I recollect from those mundane days were rare savoury bits of the frequent visits to the school library (our old hunt), weekly laksa treats on Thursdays with Ruoya, silly India-Pakistan-plus-foreign-intervention games that occured with alarming regularity, using our calculators to reiterate our common sentiment of madam-sim-the-ntuc-cashier, and dashing for the 1415hrs bus 30 every single day with Weizhu.
I don't think we will ever forget our prom together. We have taken our er, fellowship (Weizhu will be pleased to witness my choice of words here since she is deluded into thinking she's an elf) up a notch by immersing in the amazing world of monopoly.
Basically, our friendship revolves around Monopoly, LOTR, junk food, exercise, communism and our past/present/future.
Superficial?
Only if you think so.
So Ruoya and I were NUS Medicine professors for the day. Very flattering, indeed. If you could envision Gandalf and Aragorn grilling Frodo on why he wants to be a doctor, I'm certain it's pretty much a summary of our time together. Witnessing how Weizhu appeared "positively pissed" was added to our top ten list of the greatest jokes, which include the "WA SI ZENG HU" Monopoly phrase and how PANG makes a fantastic name.
By the way, "WA SI ZENG HU" means "I AM GOVERNMENT" and is exclusively uttered by yours truly because I really am supreme in Monopoly.
We are fellowshipping somemore tomorrow.
Rendezvous at 85 with bak chor mee.
d e b b e e e kvetched at 9:51 PM
Saturday, May 7
http://flash.qbol.net/pl;p/youxi/images/04042203.swf
There are 13 items hidden in this room in order to let you get out of this room.
If you found:
0-6 items - your IQ is very low, total idiot
6-8 items - low IQ, u r an idiot
9-10 items - you are normal
11-12 items - your IQ is high, above the average
13 items and you get out of the room - less than 4000 people in the world can do it.
I received this in my email from my sis.
It was pure, great fun immersing myself in a flurry of clicks and great deal of frowning.
Well, I got out of the room but only because I had some extra help from the clue's url.
It got frustrating at the end when I was repeating the cassette over ten times but I'm glad I finished the game.
An enigmatic stream of satisfaction derived.
Then again, another surprise laid ambush in my inbox.
So, I drew a pig under an invitation.
Oh, what a splendid time I had!
You drew the pig:
Toward the bottom, you are pessimistic, and have a tendency to behave negatively.
Facing front, you are direct, enjoy playing devil's advocate and neither fear nor avoid discussions.
With few details, you are emotional and naive, they care little for details and are a risk-taker.
With 4 legs showing, they are secure, stubborn, and stick to their ideals.
The size of the ears indicates how good a listener you are.
The bigger the better. You drew small ears, you are an OK listener.
The length of the tail indicates the quality of your sex life.
And again more is better! You drew large tail, WOW!
So this was how I amuse myself all the freakin' time.
Well, I didn't feel like emailing the test to everyone so here's the link
http://drawapig.desktopcreatures.com/draw.asp?f=29363
I got caught up with lamenting these days.
I really got Green Vision.
I was quite unsettled over the news (Megan dahling had to enrol for me).
Well, she had to do Green Vision, too... ... but we're in different terms.
Aren't we all convinced of the school's conspiracy?
I dislike change. I dread it.
Don't we all?
I am determined not to take myself seriously.
d e b b e e e kvetched at 9:43 PM
Tuesday, May 3
This is utterly frustrating.
The hair-tearing sort.
Look here, I missed the enrolment appointment.
Missed.
I'm going to be ensnared by Green Vision.
And that's that.
Perhaps I can get AD for Green Vision lah.
Perhaps it's God's divine intervention that I should wake up past noon.
Or was it just the post retreat's nua-ing syndrome in full swing?
IT'S GREEN VISION!
Howdy howdy howdy howdy howdy howdy how?
I'm in the right state of delirium.
Since some good time ago, and... ...
It was all de javu.
Then as all stuff that dreams are made off, everything went -poof-!
Energy seeps out like lifeblood from a slit wrist.
Lethargy hammered in one fatal blow; smiles nudged off in discretion.
Stop.
Stifle the jumping urges.
Spontaneity?
Rudeness is learned.
Listen! Listen!
We don't create noise whilst hearing.
We don't create noise whilst hearing.
Quiet.
Crank up the brainwagon.
Quick.
Solve the riddle and ask no questions.
I am not here.
I am not here.
It's time to rest our cases; it's time to rest our minds.
Blank surges of intensity inevitably exhausts.
Let's smile and be merry.
Sincerely.
d e b b e e e kvetched at 1:28 PM
Sunday, May 1
Oh, did I mention how much I adore Le Violon Rouge?
The Red Violin.
Beautiful settings, enthralling music, talented cast and haunting plot.
I can never imagine the work put in for it to happen.
It's just insanely awesome.
I want to whine a bit now.
I had no dinner. Mum's away at Genting. I was just notified of certain obligations for tomorrow.
I am preparing tomorrow's sharing and discussion questions now.
Did I say I was hungry?
I am hungry.
I can whip up a mean pot of ... ... instant noodles.
It's officially Labour Day.
And I'm still labouring.
This reminds me of Shakespeare's Love's Labour's Lost.
Don't ask me why; it just struck.
I love the structure and ending of the play.
So different from other Shakespearean works.
Someone should just modernise it and put it up as an idol drama.
Yah lah, I'm still on the roll about dramas.
And I'm still upset over my new class.
Like Noor said, it's a major conspiracy on the school's part.
Nurul, Noor, Hana and I are all separated. All.
It's a tragedy.
What adds to this tragic upstage?
I drank so much tea that I can't sleep now.
Yay.
d e b b e e e kvetched at 1:13 AM