If I tell you that I have been studying hard and have been trying to finish up all my tutorials in the past few days, thus leaving no time for blogging, would you believe me?

Nyah. Didn't think you would.

Then if I say that I have put all my efforts into making the new layout I've been talking so much about, would you believe me?

(Well, I don't see no damned new layout either...)

Actually, I've been on a PoT anime marathon, so it's rather hard to blog when your eyes are fixed on Kaidoh and Tezuka the RealOne player throughout the day(s).

Actually, that's not true either. Well, it is. Um, no it's not.

*thinks* *ouch*

My eye just got stabbed by my finger that was flailing in the process of yawning and stretching.

...useless details aside, I'm blogging just to let people know that I've not, you know, died-ed or something. Or procrastinated that Saiyuki translation.
Oops.
Er, you'll be glad to know that -this- month's Saiyuki is way easier to understand than the abovementioned (and quite, quite forgottened) one.

So yeah, I'm still alive; it's just that I am pseudo-prohibited from the home computer sorta so I used any available moment to watch PoT. But I will be back. *cackles*
Unrelated: And I was this close ---> <--- i.e. 1 mark to getting B3 for GP. >__<

s. "Gone cra- C." out ---

*watches FMA 25*

No heck. How can it end up like that. That is utterly illegal. He is my favourite character. But you knew It when the photograph floated to the ground in a poignant flutter. The world has come crashing down. *in great state of denial*

*then s.C. watches PoT 64*

As any PoT fan would know, it is the first of those[1] episodes.

Chibi Power killz. It breakz your brain. *starts to imagine a 30-min Chibi Saiyuki episode and explodes*

[1] The whole freaking episode features nothing but the ky00t exploits of the heroes -- in chibi form. In chibi form. Omg chibi!Ryoma has the proportions of a ball. Round round de. Cute until can kill.

Exactly why I dislike using library computers for casual web browsing purposes. It makes me grin real wide (and emit not-too-silent coughs to mask the squeals threatening to erupt) and probably makes the 2 guys adjacent to my computer think I'm nuts.

The cover Sanzo picture turns out to be much better than I had expected (street-wear rulez, brudder), and the Gojyo *sputter* Goyjo *coughsplutter* Gojyo picture *acK* shot way above where my most anticipated imagination could ever flap at. *melts*

*melts a melter state of melted at sight of youkai!Hakkai*

So it seems Koumyou and Ukoku decided to overturn the little screen time they have thus far, and... heheheh.
I don't care. I'm taking to the literal juxtaposition of Ukoku and Koumyou very, very happily. It makes me grin nastily.

So... I shall go to soccer training later as a melted puddle with a silly grin...

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[EDIT:]
As if reading that spoiler was not enough, I had to go Toraneko's LJ and discover the exact same spoiler again. (Well yeah, I was curious enough to click that cut.) That thing is out to get me -_-

"What did you do to the keyboard yesterday??"

Got woken up today in thus fashion. Well, it -was- already 2pm after all -- I can't really blame dad for taking liberty to rouse me from a particularly adventurous dream.

*silence*
"...h.u.h...?"
"Keyboard. Why can't I type?"
*silence* *sound of gears creaking through process of unrust*
"...ah. Restart the comp; it'll work."
"I did; it didn't."
"Then I don't know. (leave me in peeeeeace.)"

So I thought, as I rolled around some more in my mattress, that I may have to blog letter-by-letter today again.
Then I happened to look out the window. A beautiful sight greeted my eyes.
Drawn on the school field overlooking my window, was the dimensions and borders of a full-size football pitch. It just barely fitted the field, but still, it was an amazing morning greeting. I awoke immediately(, thank goodness, or I'd sleep till 5).

It turns out that the keyboard battery might have run out, which led my father on an amusing search around the house for AA batteries. I left him to his misery when he failed to find any (he couldn't log on to his ID coz the onscreen keyboard cannot be triggered on startup to enter his password *more amused*. Lazy people like me ie.who can't be bothered to insert passwords can't help but chuckle).

Then followed the tale of how dad went down to buy batteries, then found out it still didn't work, who proceeded to tinker around until the keyboard -did- work, but the mouse then didn't, and how come the Task Manager didn't pop up when he pressed alt-ctrl-del (because the keyboard wasn't working, duh), yaddayaddayadda, and at length found out that he only had to press the "connect" button conveniently located on the underside of the keyboard after he put in the batteries to make the keyboard work with immediate effect.

Gah. Can't use the computer today again. Cannot do layout. Cannot type translation. Cannot watch anime. What am I supposed to do?

--s. "I suppose doing homework is out of the question then?" C. out--

it is strange, but it is fun. i'm typing on the MS inbuilt on-screen keyboard now because the keys stopped working halfway through my messing around with photoshop and new fonts. restarting the comp will surely solve the problem, but since i currently have 4 bittorrents from different sources raging (sorry, i meant 'crawling') on in the background, i don't want to take the pains to restart all of them again. well yeah, i was actually trying to continue my dormant idea for a layout from last time, which i deserted rather quickly because of its sheer complexity (a case of being too creative for your own good. ha). so now that the keyboard has positively died-ed on me, i guess it wasn't meant to be.

as a side note, i also can't check the progress on the torrents because windows kinda refreshed on me a while ago. and when that happens, the applications and processes in the tray go *bling* (ie. vanish) and i can't access them.

i'm suspecting MS is taking double revenge coz i was checking out various linux distributions this afternoon.

in fact, i was quite surprised that, er, that the, er, ...i found it amazing that, ... i... um, ...just now... er.

*distracted*

i never knew peanut butter sandwich can be consumed with such dedicated vengence. such -noise-. *glances at dad (coz it'll be rude indeed to stare. then snigger.)*

*stuff cotton wool in ears*
as i was saying, there's this surprise, which stems from the fact that the hjc site actually hosts several mirrors for some cool sites. like
http://php.hjc.edu.sg/
this one.

if i hadn't been to www.php.net myself before, i would've marvelled misleadingly at how my school can actually come up with such quality sites. ah well, i might've been suspicious.
besides that, the hjc ftp server ftp.hjc.edu.sg actually holds RedHat for download. version 8 at that. hoohooh00

i w0rship SR #24. *grovels*
it maintained terribly faithful to the manga, and is one of the better drawn episodes. no cringing over improportionate asses (ha! you don't know that one yet, but you will) or a frightfully misplaced facial feature. nonono. this is good, and even has added scenes that weren't in the manga explicitly. not to mention the undulating kami-sama theme that tinkles spookiness into what is otherwise a perfectly routine taunting/laughing scene. ooh. nii is gonna smirk his way into #25 *sings*

http://www.eurekalert.org/pub_releases/2004-03/iop-sch031904.php   further iteration that maths can prove aught. -_-
http://www.yourdictionary.com/library/mispron.html   read and weep. reap. whatever. 'old-timer's disease' indeed XD does that constitute an aural pun? ^___^

darn. there's dictionary finger, then there's on-screen keyboard wrist... *stabs keys savagely*

but i'm not done yet, not when life likes to play tricks on you (ie. make your day especially eventful when you can't actually type).
actually this didn't happen today, but just to reap some sympathy, i shall announce that i've acquired this horribly benign looking gash, but which is horribly malicious-feeling, on the bridge of the underside of my right big toe. any sympathies incoming? ah well. it happened when i was playing soccer barefoot on the field on thursday. i wasn't worried about not wearing shoes because exactly 2 days before, i also jogged amidst the mild rain, barefoot, around the field. feeling rain water sloshing between your toes (whether on grass or on concrete) should be listed as one of the greatest euphoria of life. and the water was warm. (actually, the water itself got rather hot on the concrete when it started evaporating through visible steam after the rain ceased. boiling even ^^;; i was playing soccer -then-, too. heehee.)

but on thursday, it seemed that an unexplored tuft of pitch had a patch of cutting-edge vegetation (dude!) into which i trampled on no less than 2 times. it was only when halfway in lecture eons later that i wondered what wrong had befallen my foot. the other guys who also played shoe-less seem to be fine, though. -_-
super s.C. volley scissors kicku!
and i ended the game by kicking the ball into an unreachable, locked, fenced up area.

aplauso.

s.C. - who wants to re-learn her meagre storage of brazillian portuguese.

I look good wearing a cap in my new hairstyle.
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This episode is not so much as hard to read but for all the strong personal/political/philosophical views/contempt present in it. The actual translation should come soon given I'm not grounded/sequestered from computer for the week to come. For reasons I know but don't really care.

Am as short of sleep as ever. Usually, stayovers worsen this feeling. But! But nothing, yesterday's was no exception. *chuckles at grim memory of being woken up in inhumane hours to serve as company in a 5-metre trip to the toilet* <--well, Fatal Frame -was- scary after all...

s.C. -- groans at having to wake at 6.50 a.m. tomorrow morning.

Hora, Saiyuki Reload Gunlock is in place. Due to air on April 1. (There's still one more episode to Reload next week.)

Watching Sound of Music right now -- the show which my dad has always been insisting on me to watch, but I didn't. My friend's house has this balconey that opens up to a terrific high-altitude night view of orange street lights and dim glows of commercial high-rise office lights; I'm currently sitting near its opening and enjoying the cool breeze of approaching dawn. This is absolutely life.
The only worry is whether we all can wake at all for tomorrow's match...

...I doubt it's my fault if the ftp can't connect huh? Maybe it's fate that I can't upload the Saiyuki scans, heh.
I'll try again tomorrow.

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*emits excited squeal* I can't believe my luck. My friend's got a new xbox and of all the 2 games she has thus far, one of them is Prince of Persia: SoT. Prince of Persia. PoPSoT. And I'm going over to her house tomorrow to bunk = play said game. You know, that game? On which I did a layout of once? Yes. Yes. Yes. Happy. Exhilarated. Jubilant. YesSS. *dancx0r*
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(Because I understand from personal experience that an excess of !!! is highly irritating to the eye, especially on the monitor.
...YEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Have just discovered that I have unconsciously taken on 3 books at the same time, switching among them whenever I please. Ah, the dangers of foraying into libraries (note the plural) on the same day.

I have a sneaky suspicion that I am far more un-free (to avoid saying "busy") this holiday than I was ever before.

*calculates*

Yup, for this 9-day break, I get to stay at home the whole day for... zero days. *whistles* I'm not impressed. -_-
(To others who are similarly unimpressed nor interested, well, keep in mind that this schedule of mine seems to be severely hindering my posting of the Saiyuki pictures -- nevermind the translation. Are you concerned now? XD)

...because tests are over, and such moods arise only when dismally unneeded.

The normal direction of time is associated with things growing old and falling apart. Think of two photographs, one of a coffee mug and one of the same mug in a myriad broken pieces. Which picture was taken at the later time? The photograph of the shattered mug, of course. Without fail, everyone would associate the "past" with the intact mug and the "future" with the broken mug. Common experience tells us that mugs do not spontaneously unbreak. But why don't they?

-- Marcus Chown, The Universe Next Door

Well, because... the E-knot value is negative? Hence the equation does not shift towards the case of unbreakage.
No? Then perhaps, ...the enthalpy of the Unbroken is higher than that of the Broken? Thus a shattered mug is energetically more stable than an intact one.

The answer is not at all obvious.

I'm certainly surprised to learn that.

Surprisingly, it has to do with the fact that there are far more ways in which a coffee mug can be broken than ways than it can be intact.

So surprises aside, I have come to spontaneously attempt paraphrasing the subsequent reasoning, clearly under no influence of recent maths topics:

See, you take a mug, you drop it. At any one time, you might, say, get 2 big pieces of broken ceramic. Or no, you had decided to take it out on your sucky tutor by smashing the mug instead -- then you get, say, 16 medium pieces. Better yet, you decided to hammer it. Now you'll get 1000000 small pieces, otherwise known as dust.

When you finally realise the depopulation of mugs in your house, you begin to understand: so there are infinite permutations of the outcome of a brutal mug-assault!
Now consider the result of a pristine, unharmed specimen of a mug. How many outcomes are there from n shards to said result?
1. (Because you are destined and constrained to get this certain result, nyah.)

Therefore, the probability of obtaining n pieces from the smashing of a mug (shattered or not) is around infinity.
And the probability of you hammering a mug (whether shattered or not) into a mug, is about 1 over infinity.
So unless you are extremely, excessively, exceedingly lucky -- an understatement at that -- you won't chance upon broken pieces of miracle converging into one.

(The above is not my view of course -- nor is it the whole point of the extract -- for I can easily argue that why don't we see 100 shards coming together to form 30? 10? 2? pieces then? The probability that the outcome will consist of less number of pieces than when t=0 is equally infinite; it needn't be merged into 1 whole piece, but we certainly don't/won't view the act of merging pieces itself with an air of normalcy.
But it -did- have me wondering, hey, yeah, for a moment.)

The Physics paper had a question that asked for us to use "Kirchhoff's Law" to prove such and such is such.
One was almost tempted to pen down something to do with rate of emission of energy, rate of absorption, hot objects, cold object, wavelengths, light.
But wait. The question has something to do with current.
Oh, it was asking for Kirchhoff's current Law; nothing to do with Kirchhoff's Law of Radiation then. (The things astronomy do to you. Hurrah.)

Before I reconsider my decision of not gloating over my finished tests... wait, I think I will.
My block test has ended and yours hasn't! Hahahahahaha
Wait, I meant to say: good luck for your tests! . Yup.

As I was saying, the holidays aren't going to be as free as it should be. In fact, it could be as busy as any given school day.
'Cause competitions are here. And I am in fact trying to finish up this entry before I rush out the door. Am also predicting that with the slightly gloomy skies, the competition schedules are going to be even more hectic (and draggy, darn).

You know, I had passed up on participating in a game involving SAS, some national players, and some teammates before the block test. For the sake of studying for said test.
I shouldn't laugh at myself, but hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha I shoulda known myself better... Do I ever sit down to study? Urgh, what a regretful sacrifice. And comments on last year's block tests applies to the one just passed; I don't want rants cramming up the place again.

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Blatant "service"[1] in this week's SR Urasai. The characters even said/vaguely admitted/deadpanned so themselves.

[1]What else but fan service? Teehee.

Okay, what's this? My mum has just jested that I "really look like what I draw", especially in the way my hair falls over my face (when sleeping in the car). Now, you all know "what I draw" always consists of whatever bishie that comes to mind that instant. You all know I DON'T draw girls at all. And you all know that if I do, they come out as guys anyway. Well.
It's not isolated; my team mate observed it, my classmate noticed it, even one of the AJ classmates mentioned it. As in the way that I generally and supposedly look like an anime/manga character, I mean. Well,

-_-

Whatever. I think I'm going to shear -- for want of a better synonym -- off my hair soon, and it's gonna be shorter than it has been in recent months *grinz*, then I'm gonna style it to the spikes like I had in NY which I hadn't done in years *grinzgrinz*, and I hope my mum can cut it accordingly *grinzgrinzgrinz*
Problem is, I don't think she can anymore -_- Time has shown that she cannot seem to remember each past haircut she did for me anymore. (And it gets worse each year now ^^;;)

So anyway, now that the minority has acknowledged me as a living example of anime chara, I shall now live my life as:
Esu Shi. [s.C.]
pronounced as Eh! Sushi
otherwise know as e-sushi.

Oh gods, how exceedingly cool is that.

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The underlying meaning is too, too, clever. *cackles*

Am feeling terribly guilty. Had taken pleasure in trying out CG when I was supposed to slog it out on piles of notes. Then again, I'm one more step closer towards yer 'o sacred hedonism.

Will finish the pix when exams end. ^^ (Am feeling proud 'cause I've dashed my old belief that photo-editing-Photoshop can never produce good CGing. Yayz0r.)

I seldom blog deep things/thinks. They fare better when reflected in my mind than if I were to struggle and try to pen them down, for the written form usually cheapens my actual thoughts.

But here, the deep thought for the day: Do you say "It isn't true", or "It's not true", for the similar affair of "It is not true"? (Or better yet, "It's isn't true." *snigger*)
Disregard the "true" part; it's just the particular word that came with this syntax I encountered with. But it certainly struck me as strange because when I first came across "It isn't true", I actually rechecked the sentence as it tripped me with its sheer incongruity with my own thought of the otherwise syntax.
Of course, "It's not" emphasises (much) more on the "not" part (which is what most people are wont to do in order for other people to see it their way), whereas "It isn't" is just... incompassionate. ("It isn't true. It isn't true. It isn't true." ...makes for laughable stressing.)

Ooh, such a deep question to ponder over. It's gonna break your brains. *totters off to watch Getbackers #11*

Have always thought that I'm addicted to the internet. But since I've made it thus far -- computer-less -- without too much difficulty (unless you consider my sticking to the door that partition me from the computer some sort of a withdrawal symptom, cruel you,) I guess I'm not. Well, as far as 6 days can tell, anyway.

And then on the other day, a guy asked what cleavage (in the *whistle* anatomical context) meant. I consoled him by telling him that I had once provided some comic relief in primary school by not knowing what "rape" mean. And that loudspeaker boy I had been asking then had to announce my question (with much mirth) to the teacher. I mean, hey, are primary school students -even- supposed to know what rape means? -_- Cut me some slack; I'm too innocent.

Innocent, yeah. But. I. Have. Such. A. Soft. Spot. For. Not-So-Innocent-Sanzos.
*squeals for half an hour and melts*

Saiyuki Reload #22 = characters abuse = s.C. very happy. And cringy.
Moving on, I've acquired ZS last week. Was very tempted to put "And Saiyuki Reigns over Exams!" as a headline then because I thought I would heck exam the care and scan the pictures for posting. But, *makes disturbing sound* the devil won over the angel and he decided for me to study for the exams first. How evil.
*grumbles* Not that I -do- study, but at least I hope my conscience is reluctantly clear.
(And the translation to that chapter will be murderous, if the exams doesn't kill me first.)

This will be the penultimate (or ultimate) blog entry I make before marching off to devastate the world (if the GP department were the world) with my worst side of GP.

Horribly paraphrased from memory. The source is Discover, I think: "From mid-March to early-April, the 5 naked-eye planets will be aligned in the night sky yaddayadda"
Yeah, hope we can see it.

Bloodshed. Bloodshed.

My guts are already wrenched from screencaps even before I get to watch Saiyuki R#22. "Pain", they call this episode. Apt.

*strangled cry*
Getbackers' been licensed~?! I still haven't finished downloading them yet~!!! *gak* x__X

And now that Saiyuki Reload is a few episodes into its Kami-sama arc, there pops this element that made the anime a rather new experience to behold over the same manga arc: MUSIC!
See, you imagine yourself reading the manga, but you inject some I'm-evil-and-I-have-a-theme-song-to-show-it into random Kami-sama's cameo. Then you'll have the anime version ^__^
So it's like I'm watching the episode, and suddenly together with the innocently-evil theme song, you hear Kami-sama's ringing giggle/laugh. Chilly. And yes, he does -giggle-, and his voice is absolutely what I had imagined it to be -- lilting and carefree. *grovels at Daisuke Namikawa's feet*

Yep yep, a rushed entry. I can never put faith on regular computer usage anymore nowadays. *shakes head*

*raises eyebrows*
Writing during an intermittent state of torpor was definitely not the best idea: What -was- I trying to say in the previous entry?? Each paragraph was its own essay, it seemed.
But well, the bottomline was -- before my father so cruelly detached me from the terminal that day -- I don't have the same motivation to study (in the general sense) as I did a couple of years ago. It's not like I don't think ahead into the future and /my/ future, but... it's just not there, whatever it is that spurs one to heights.

On another note (though not necessarily unrelated), I was so sleepy that it overcame me from 3pm yesterday to 7.30am this morning. And -still- I feel pulled down at present. That's when you think your system has really gone splat/kaput.

Slack: [verb]   avoid responsibilities and work, be idle

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It's unfortunate and it's sad. It's only been 4921860 seconds into the new year and I'm already sick of school. It has suddenly become very apparent to myself that I am just marginally beside I don't care to study or do homework anymore; I would instead totter off to do up some drawings or digital art, or even crawl with abysmal slowness towards the finishing line of a long-dormant fic -- but schoolwork I procrastinate to a fault. I -could- have revised this today, I -should- have finished that yesterday... I could. But I never do.

Sometimes, I like to wonder whether my classmates are too hardworking, or simply that I am too nonchalant. The latter, of course, is not entire true; for all the insouciance I can display, my conveyable actions are, nevertheless, still bounded by background and niggling consciences. Which is why -- as I like to comfort myself -- I maintain to make it a point to do tutorials before school and during breaks.

Not doing schoolwork diligently is fine with me, for I always have believed that whatever -else- I do is constructively good for my other developments. But, as I realised to a silent degree of horror, I find myself mouthing the word "slacking" too automatically for my liking when asked the casual "So what did you do yesterday?"

Excuse me, slacking? My subconscious is actually bidding my mind to confess to an offence I have never quite believed myself to have committed? If I hate the word "mug" -- as used in the mugging for exams" context -- then I dislike "slack" almost as much if used on me. While my abhorrence for "m**" stems from its aural unpleasantness and its -other- context (like, you know, I stayed up late at the darkest corner of the narrowest crevasse between the gloomiest streets in the deepest of the night and then I pounced on a geriatric passer-by and brandish a gleaming knife then run off with the loot to prepare for the exams, yup), "slack" is simply an act of idleness, and I do not particularly like to be idle. That is, unless I wish to quietly observe some environments for an inspiration for drawing (an inactivity which turns out not to be equivalent to slacking).

Instead, reading, drawing, writing, gazing upon the stars, looking over to the highway observing cars all constitute no place in the category of slack. In fact, I think that too many things are too (grossly) easily dumped in the criteria of Slackation nowadays. And in fact (as I allow my thoughts to jump rail gracefully), I think the whole idea of assumed-slacking is impossibly intellectually bankrupt. Unless one really sits around and, well, be... around, or does absolutely useless things that neither provoke the mind nor evoke healthy emotions, nothing else much seem to warrant an "activity of slackation"; such an unjustifiable tag it is. If you -are- wondering, gazing at the sky or the highway does wonders for me -- my mood or otherwise. And heck, I happened to have finished 2 novels within the past couple of weeks because I don't feel guilty not doing homework.

Homework does not waste our time, and knowledge is really fun, if indeed I laid an opposite impression on you. But I certainly think that it takes up too much time for everything else nowadays. What, like are we supposed to put aside 90% of our academic life just for academics? People who love it may not mind, but for people like me who hates being conformed to -syllabus-, I'd rather have less of such thing and be free to explore knowledge of interests (which in fact is what I do actually. But the compulsory syllabus does not leave much room/time for else-things...)

And it really does not mean I slack, okay.

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Yet another day of the Sickly Full Stomach.
Sushi goes well with some sleep. In the restaurant itself.

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*laughs*
*laughs some more*
*hahahahaha*

Suddenly, I am suspected to have a boyfriend. Of all people, /my mother/ thinks I'm attached. *cackles*
She also believes that my huge wide grin conceals arcane secrets, instead of it being there simply because I enjoy seeing her speculating -- wrongly. XD

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And it is with a heavy heart that I announce the squished-ment of an un-named spider. How unfortunate was he to have crossed my mother's path while she was fretting about the abovementioned issue of my status of attachment.
Hence, thus commemorates thy soul with a photo I took of thee before a tissue paper snuffed thee off.

Thing is, mum didn't realise that my action of aiming a camera and an "ah, a spider" constitutes of awe and fascination. So before I can take its 3rd pose, mum thought I said "aaaaaaaah a spider!" and proceeded to relieve me of my photo shooting model. Tsk.

Said in the interest of a light joke, and had expected nothing more than a laugh. But our ex-PW tutor actually agreed some time back to treating the class to a "farewell" movie. Oh yeah, I always forget she's pretty lax in the area of $$$.

And today was the day. Amusingly, only 5 people ended up going. But who cares; this translates into concentrated personal attention, no?
Thus starts and ends a day through night of Gladiatress, Crystal Jade, Haagen Dazs, and a sickly full stomach. I certainly am on the receiving end of much free stuffs recently...

And thus, it was the 3rd consecutive night of staying out late, but my mum's been taking it quite well (after having a slightly-raised-voice of a argumentnegotiation over the phone, that is).
Now let's see, tomorrow I'll have training till late,
then I have 2 birthday girls treating us to sushi on Wednesday.
And I think something's happening on Thursday, though my memory fails me. Sleep... deprived...

Speaking of my failing memory, it acted up again when this girl eating at Crystal Jade suddenly called my name. I thought she looks familiar -- very -- but I just cannot recognise her. Ack. I think "her" school uniform was misleading me.

Right, jumping on. I'm now the competition I/C for soccer. Before that, they actually told me they left the place of Public Relations for me. Yo, do I look anything remotedly capable of PR? ^^;; Maybe yes, but then again, I sure don't think so...
I knew it so I refused it, in the process getting myself the competition IC post which I suppose is way harder and holds more responsibility (i.e. the astuteness of looking out for competitions) than that of PR.
*hears 'responsibility' and dies x__X*

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There's RJ Dramafest, and then there's HC Dramafeste. Incidentally, I went to both because I had free tickets for them. Both. (Well, yeah, I wasn't even planning to watch my own play until I was given the ticket.) And it felt strangely gratifying when "my" script won the Best Original Script thing, even though the idea's not mine, and in the end it was fleshed up a lot -- well -- not by me.

The respective Dramafest(e)s were different in their own sort of way, as you would expect out of their different cultures. But strangely, there are bizarre coindences of sorts. Well, they -are- there if you look out for them, which is a pastime for people who have nothing better to do. (...hey.)
But, but butbutbut -- I really need to say this -- the emcees for the RJ Dramafest (henceforth mentioned without the "e") were absolutely brill. Have never seen emcees building such great rapport with the audience before. What they do was to simply be a riot and let the audience cackle off their antics, which was pulled off by mouthing off several lines of the previous play at the most appropiate of moments complete with wild nobody's-watching-me actions. It's actually beyond even the most humourous of adjectives; I'm sorry I brought this up at all because I just realised I can't describe the comic relief I had ^___^
So when I watched the HC production (henceforth mentioned with the "e") the next night, I had to smile wistfully and acknowledged that -these- emcees did try their best after all. Yeah. Hey, but that male-voiceover was pretty damn sexy-sounding. (Hey, really!)

Actually, let's forget the "culture" part of the difference; there ain't no such thing anyways. The thing was, the acoustics in the RJ LT was way much better than that in the HC theatre, a problem which I think stem from the open-sides of the HC stage.
So there was this feeling that the Dramafest was much more naturally acted out, and not a literal scream-fest of every other line in a play that was DramafestE.

(Anyway, hey, I'm not here to bore you with crammy details. Wonder what else I can say. Because I'm currently so bored and tired out of my mind after consecutive days of late-nights and early-risings and the playing of TWO consecutive matches in two mornings and damn freaking -mornings- they sure are. Cranky. Not bothering to study for lecture test tomorrow. Think my writings reflects such.)

Yup, then there's the similarities.
First mention: The word "William Hung" and its associative humour made their presence in both productions, one way or the other. As if I know who he is until I saw an article on him on the newspaper the other day. Some deprived people do spend much time on the computer but unfortunately not on the television. (...heeey.)

(Let's make this point form now, yay!)

Arts fac/Arts fac: The art faculties. duh
You'd expect the arts people to have sophistry in their play. Why, so of course they delivered.
The HC arts fac won the Best Overall Play award, go them. No further comments needed, ne? ^__^
RJ put up one that consists of the vaguest criticism of... things. Some of which are notably the government and chickens. Go them too~
But the prize for the coveted coincidence-ism of the day went to the fact that both of them played the slow sad song of "Bang Bang" by Nancy Sinatra at the end of their plays. During which, characters are similarly killed off with deliberate slowless. (HC had a the-butler-did-it story, and RJ killed off their... chickens. Yup.) Makes one wonder if some discussion underwent one day.

Engine fac/S6 fac: Da Economics combination, I presume.
And if the Arts fac was sophisticated and abstract , the econs fac did the same -- in the direction of straight-forwardness with contemplation worked in between. Both plays were bold and were cases of "what-ifs". One being a psychologically-draining (read: draggy) dialogue-session with a chilling twist; the other being a psychologically-draining dialogue-session with no twist. Oh well.

CPS fac/S3 fac: I think they're about the same. Da.
Strangely, both are school-based, with the RJ script adapted a little backwards in the timeline. I'll tell you what they did; I'll tELL you what they did.
They did a parody on PW! (You can't hear my screams 'coz they're too high a frequency.) Of all things. Just that they now turned the project into "an undertaking" under the order of a king, but with all the familiar fretting, rushing, discussing, writing and faking intact in the plot. 'Twas a good idea, but they dragged it. (Did I just say it was a good idea? PW the -Good- Idea? x__X)
And... S3's was an identifiable school script but with deep meanings and unfortunate love lives. Kpmth.

Med fac/S7 fac: And the Bios reign...
...the LTs. Both of them. Listen to them scream -- they made up the vast and overwhelming majorities in the respective LTs.
About the plays, I'm amazed by the fact that both productions chose to let music set the mood before their characters actually made their first speeches. (Must've been a faculties thing -- the same subject combination-takers shalt think the same thoughts.)
The RJ one was really good -- about exactly how I would've wanted a play to proceed: an abstract take on real life events.

I is on crack.

Well yeah, belated Friendship-cum-Barentain's Day... with a buncha flooooowers for all my lovely friends out there ^__^.
I'm supposed to have this little expository accompanying this drawing, but weeeell, it'll have to wait. And you can click on it to see the less "colourful" version. Perhaps that'll actually look nicer. *stick tongue out*

("No I can't believe I drew that!!! URK! His face is too fat! His arms are UGLY! His posture... WHAT is he doing in this pose?!! Someone buy me a tablet!!!")

Read at your own valiant risk.

And thus, the attempt to neutralise the worldliness of the previous entry has come through with extraordinary fruition.

== Operation Successful ==