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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mood whiplash much?

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

oTL

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

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

...YEAH.

looking at it

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

IF.

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

Was that sentence grammatically correct? Doubt it.

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

Decisions, decisions, ASDFGHJKL;

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

oh man

FINALLY

Hey Ommie

thought you might like this

The 'bliss' of ignorance

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

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

Bloody Cold War. Bloody Pol pot.

Yes, I realise I'm being sentimental here.

So we went mugging together.

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

from the day I was born until the day I die

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

-Linji Yixuan


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

Flight of the Conchords; Think About It

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(*monkey noises*
Stop touching that monkey)

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

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

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

I wanna take you to a gay bar!

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



Indian Court Overturns Gay Sex Ban

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

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


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


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

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

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

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

What shall we do tonight, Brain?

The same thing we do evey night, Pinky,

TAKE OVER THE-


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

So this one needs songs like:



Or maybe:



Or love songs like:



THIS ONE NEEDS HELP FINDING SUCH SONGS.

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

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

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

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

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


...damn, I knew I forgot something.

Stardate 1705.09... er...

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

"THAT WAS F***ING AWESOME."

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

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

When you need to prove a point

Remember, action speaks louder than words!

And ideas, ideas are bulletproof

by Martin Niem"ller
German theologer during the Third Reich

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

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

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

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

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

...

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

...

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


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


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

With all the force of a great typhoon

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

Crossdressing is manry. Yes, it is.



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

The gift of last memories

Okuribito--Departures



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

And so they died miserably ever after.

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

...

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

...

"But I like the inconveniences."

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

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

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

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

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

There was a long silence.

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


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