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.