.: Friday, September 19, 2003

I don't know when it happened, but it has.

That day, the world was stripped of one of those people who smiles to passers-by traipsing down the streets...

I was one of these people, whether you find them freakish or not. And I remember enjoying myself doing that because "somebody would just smile back at you and make your day" that kind of cliche.

...but, I realised I had long stopped doing that. My mind was only brought back to this today when I found myself smiling at a (road)sweeper. A quick bout of reflection revealed that I have my mouth in a perpetual neutral/downturned state, compared to a natural propensity to grin some years back.

-_- Gee. I want to be a cheerful person, but it's hard to when nowadays you don't have time to do things you love.

On further musing, ha. I also found out I don't bow or even bother to greet teachers anymore, which is incongruent to my philosophy of "public-relations" back in secondary school.
Not that it seems right to bow to teachers *now*.

Aaaaaah. I'm deviating from what I was, and what I wanted to be.
Heeheehee *tiny twin red horns sprout out of head*

Goodness. I love my mum. Or something.

She actually patched up my beloved red bag with the fraying/ed straps and torn innards. Yes, that bag.
It's now... as good as new-ish! ^^

Woah, watched the repeat of the Albacete v.s. Barcelona match. Laughed over the second goal. Whatta freak.

s.C. stalked you at 11:51 p.m.

.: Thursday, September 18, 2003

"Let us out before we drown!" *blurbblurblurb*

Wheeeeeee. The LT was leaking thanks to a cataclysmal thunderstorm.

Mm. Am not kidding when I said "thanks to"; it was Chemistry lecture, which is alright by itself, but the lecturer is one hag who is recently fancying/takened to new (*gag*) hairstyles, and who pronounces "potassium permanganate" like a strangled duck.

Thanks to the groping puddles of water fingering their way down the LT, we actually had some sort of entertainment during lecture (at least for the back-ish rows).
It's hard to say what's so funny, but the situation was hilarious anyway.
The LT is collapsing~~~!
Break the lecture~~~
Education is more important than our lives~~~??!
And then there was the *everyone scrambling to save their bags from certain sogginess* part.
And why is the puddle beneath my seat the biggest? o_O

*Transmission of lameless terminated*

Okay, PW next next lesson. Uuuuuuaaaaarrggh.

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EDIT:
No PW!!! Teacher on MC ^^ ^^. Now enjoying my surf on internet

s.C. stalked you at 11:44 a.m.

.: Wednesday, September 17, 2003

Warning: Most incoherent and brain-hurting entry ever made here

Watched Pirates of the Caribbean on Monday.

*screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeech~~~~*
Johnny Depp is as cool as ever~~!!! XDXDXDXDXDXDXD
His grin is so kooky in the film~~~~~~
*eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeekkkkk!!!*

I've just screamed that out loud haven't I *grinz*

Okay, anyway, wow, I also met Weimin that day.

(I'm kind of blogging nonsense today.)

And it seems that Gensoumaden Saiyuki #44 holds some grudge against me and refuses to be seen by me.
4 times the anime has aired on television, 4 straight times I missed it. Thanks to some strange twist in fate, the programme schedule manages to seal another round of fate between the episode and I, by claiming that #44 should have been airing today, when instead it was yesterday.

Yep, so I missed it another time.
You can't possibly imagine how I reacted when I realised it today, especially when I was actually *free* to catch it yesterday - a phenomenon not experienced in the last 3 airings thus causing me to miss 'em all.
Cursing my luck was just the minor reaction I had. Nobody would have ever seen me raging around the house like I just did, and I did it precisely because nobody's in the house.

(You can tell my writing's been seriously damaged by this trauma.)

On a brighter note, I passed my latest Further Maths test overall.
On a more cynical note, I couldn't believe how much careless mistakes I made. 'be the death of me some day.

Don't think a lot of people would have gotten this far in this entry ^^ -- I couldn't even bear to reread it myself
(i.e. I won't be able to edit this since I won't read it ^^;;)

s.C. touches the bed... and realises that a forgotten homework lies undone, lost under the ruins that is her desk.
DAMN.

s.C. stalked you at 11:54 p.m.

.: Sunday, September 14, 2003

This is positively evil. Was nearly killed laughing. That expression is just *so* Koumyou, especially in this... case.
And one can die imagining what Ukoku's expression would have been. (probably as eccentric as Koumyou's, with a more TT glint in the eyes. Hyahaha.)
It's doujinshi by the way, so it's thanks to Eline for the pix. >)

JOKE OF THE DAY:
'David Blaine has given up his controversial stunt. He was told that 44 days doing nothing in a box is not going to break the record, which is currently held by Emile Heskey at four years.'

Tsktsktsk. That's mean. But let's not be dishonest here...

Got caught by mum to be still up at 4a.m. this dawn.
The usual consequence would be a weekful of nagging and... some more stuff.
But god knows why she opened my room door with an indifferent "you're still up" and left for work with a "drink some milk before going to bed." advice without as much as slaughtering me. o_O

They bought me NIKE shoes. (see previous entry)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGGHH!!! (If you think I'm bellowing in utter joy, pleasepleaseplease see previous entry)

It's white, it's big, it's thick-soled, and I can't run in it.

But of course, it's my fault. I've been told no less than 6 times that very day after I've voiced my trying-to-fair opinions, that "it's your fault you didn't come down. Luckily we can still exchange it for another pair. So, you coming down or not?"

No.

Then I was ticked off another 2 more times yesterday morning over the telephone, with a last confirmation inquiry of whether I would be coming down over. I replied that I would like "a pair of blue shoes, perhaps, preferably New Balance."
Which sparked of yet another what's-that-brand? argument.

So yesterday night saw a pair of blue rubber-soled Nike moving into my house. Apparently she wasn't sure what New Balance was, and I wasn't answering my handphone.
Fine.
Truth be told, it looks quite nice.

It was MidAutumn Festival over at school yesterday night.
All fun and crowd and fantastic light effects but no photos to show for >_<. Forgot to pluck my digicam away from recharging.
I even saw Weiman with her ex-squadmates!!! ^^

s.C. stalked you at 05:37 p.m.

.: Friday, September 12, 2003

There is shopping.

There is online shopping.

And then there is over-the-phone shopping.

s.C.: *picks up phone*
Mum: Hullo? Do you want shoes without shoelaces?
s.C.: *momentarily confused*
*then understood*
*then plots to put cockroaches in Mum's shoes for interrupting Important Surfing Time*
...they don't look nice.

Mum: But they do!
s.C.: They do not.
Mum: But you complain about shoelaces.
s.C.: (Bah, the hell)I don't.
Mum: ...and those shoes with shoelaces require you to take them out and tie 'em again.
s.C.: (I mean, duh) [1]
Mum: Anyway, which brand would you like?
s.C.: Reebok! *grins down the telephone*
Mum: What is Reebok? How does their logo look like?
s.C. - knowing it's time to take a seat: Um, two slashes and a slash *argh what am I saying?!*
I mean, a... a cross! Yea... um. *tempted to bring in r=(2,5,4)+a(9,6,0) insert intersecting line at 55 degrees from y-axis*
3 lines, then you...
Mum: Wait.
*sound of phone exchanging hands*
Uncle: 'llo. Which brand d'ya want?
Orh, Reebok? 'k, wait.
*exchange back*

At this time, s.C. was still strangely patient, nevermind she was still standing, and nevermind she liked standing because she was practising dribbling football around furnitures, but mostly, the internet was waiting! She actually had plans to get some work done! Would her dear mum want to effectively dampe--

Mum: What colour do you want? There is this very nice red one.
s.C.: I doubt red as base colour is accepted. (Not that I care)
Mum: So any colour other than red is okay?
s.C.: (That is so not the point!!!)

So after much bickering ("Look, I told you to come down and you refused!"
"...it wasn't my idea to buy shoes!")...

Uncle: There's no Reebok in this shop.

What kind of &%@$* shoe shop is that???

Uncle: There're Nike,
Bleh
"Adidas,"
Come. On.
"Diadora,"
Ah~ that's cool.
"Lotto,"
Oooh that's nice~
"New Balance. So?"
s.C.: Those 3 are nice, aah... I mean, I don't need Nike or Adidas.
Uncle: Okay. 'cos you see, I brought your mum here because I can get discount here.

Soooouu ka.

And along those lines, the conversation/transaction ended, with them promising to "phone back to confirm with you".

So, *counts number of lines taken for the call*

...shopping is evil >_< . <-I seem to have forgotten the objective of writing this entry -_-||| *attack of fuzzy memories*
*bangs head against keyboard*

Okay... nevermind.

[1] However, most of my shoes meet their untimely demise precisely because I'm too lazy to follow this convention. *kekeke*

P.P.S. But before you start labelling me as shoe-killer, I want to declare I'm still wearing the shoe with the 7cm split down the seams.
Some call it fashion, some do it because they are miserly.
XP

s.C. stalked you at 08:46 p.m.

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Wheeeeeeee~!

Toraneko you did a new layout, and a Saiyuki fanart!

I think you inspire me! I think so. *twiddle twiddle*

Eheheh. The layout picture is cuuuute.

Aside: Your layout pix has Kenshin looking like he's touching her chest!
@_@````` <-droplets of nosebleed

I take back my claim of not blogging today. Ho-hum.

I think there's some sex survey on cosmopolitan.com.
Hey hey! Wait! I heard it on the radio okay! Thought some of it was funny ^^, but I don't know about the site itself (that's why if you're intrigued enough you can type the address yourself XDXDXD).
Oh, wait. Is my blog a family site? Ahhhh dum-di-dum

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Afterthought:
Hm. A lot of exclamation marks in my entry today. Must be a direct result of actually doing homework. XP
It's either [I'm so happy I've done some work!!!] or [I've done so much work I've gone mad!!! (!!!)]
^^

s.C. stalked you at 5:20 p.m.

.: Thursday, September 11, 2003

Didn't intend to blog today. Nor tomorrow, for that matter.

But I reread my previous entries and really, impressions are hard to destroy once people have a mould of you etched in their stubborn heads.

I am talking about how much easier it is to show the current you to people you don't know (like in that said entry), than trying to destroy that carved image of you-years-ago, which people who "knew" you from before tend to hold on to (like now). They assume you are still like that, and since I don't bother to change their view, it stays that way.

But it is quite irritating when people think I don't speak up because I am shy. Riiiight.

Actually it's because I'm too lazy to open my mouth.

s.C. stalked you at 10:52 p.m.

.: Wednesday, September 10, 2003

Urk.

Horror movies don't scare me.

But I feel uneasy playing games like SPQR. I mean, it's not even remotely frightening. But I fear for every step I take/click. As if something's gonna happen suddenly or something, which is not.

This is rather disconcerting. Tell me if you feel this way too if you've played the game (or other such games) before.

I think it's the people in the game (,lackof).

x_X <-nearly died of suspense

s.C. stalked you at 09:45 p.m.

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Old person - 4th-Dimentionally Extended
Broken home - Dysfunctional Family
HouseBroken - Family Disfunction
Hamburger - Seared Mutilated Animal Flesh (SMAF)
Cheeseburger - Adding Insult to Injury
Dead People - Biologically Challenged
or, as I would put it, "electroencephalographically kaput"

Yes siree/madamee! Be Politically Correct, so you won't be branded a Selectively Perceptive Mental Explorer. (see: insane)
(No, wait, those are two different things altogether...)

Now I struggle to imagine myself ordering "can I have that seared mutilated animal flesh with the water-dwelling species in between" at Macs. Y'know, fillet-o-fish.

Aha. That reminds me of the brilliance of ^clover^: "the triangle with the length, you know,"

Oh, prism. XD
But I digress.

s.C. stalked you at 07:40 p.m.

.: Tuesday, September 9, 2003

Words escape me.

My vocabulary-processing system was last seen fluttering away in mindless glee over this hilarious site.

Really, this must be the the first site since this to make me howl in mirth to such an extent.

Not convinced?
If this doesn't make you laugh, then we're on different frequencies ^__^ .

s.C. stalked you at 09:45 p.m.

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I was reading this JavaScript book when an Eureka! moment bashed into my mind without knocking.

I abandoned the book and scrambled to my room, got some paper, my graphic calculator, and fiddled with the programming before I could forget what I was trying to do.

And YES! That game - which I had been programming since ?June and left to rot till now 'cos I could not for the world of me figure out how to get the programme to work my way - is finally finished!

And it works perfectly.

You can say JavaScript enlightened me.
Thanks to the way I nodded off halfway through the book, I am thus enlightened on how calculator programming is actually easy-ish. *pops confetti*

Again: The game works exactly the way I wanted it to (insert I-conquered-the-world laughter)

It... is a simple game. But, um, no credits taken away from me please ^^.

Currently, I am listening to the most wonderful form of nature - cricket chirps.

Strangely, the nearest nature reserve/forest that I can perceive from my present location (ensconced in front of computer) is half a country away.

A quick search reveals...
...the computer speaker convincing itself to be cricketus computoris.
Hm.

Honestly, it sounds like the real thing.

And perfectly true to my style, I shall jump randomly onto the topic of blackouts.

Well no, I'm not going to comment on NY and Malaysia. Rather, it's closer to home.

In fact, it is in my home. I.I.fact, it is in my room.

$&^*$@%^%* The bulb's fused.
Until tomorrow, the living room table's better be nice to me and my textbooks. -_- ("Noooooooo~~~! Oil stains on my tutorial!")

Of course that doesn't really warrant the title "blackout". However, a true blackout's gonna occur in my block on 29 September in the late afternoon.
...ok, so that is more of a simple electricity cutoff for 3 hours, but don't you dare spoil my mood of scheming to slack off that afternoon.

s.C. stalked you at 09:23 p.m.

.: Monday, September 8, 2003

I must be the most boring person you can ever get as a companion on the bus.

Friend: Hey, do y...
s.C.: Zzzzzz

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Mum: Oi, wh---
s.C.: Zzzzzz
Mum: ...
s.C.: (-_-)zzz Yeah wha? 'm lissenin' (-_-)zzz
Mum: Then. Wake. Up. And. Listen.

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^_^ That's basically what you get out of me on any kind of moving vehicles. I leave no room for conversations. ^_^

But hey, it's not my fault that my system has an automatic tendency to shut down once I'm on anything wheels.
(I don't hope to sleep on my bicycle ride anytime soon though.)

Related to the above phenomenon, I was reminded recently of how once, still in the age of ?primary school, I read an article that "if you lie down on a sofa and be asleep in 5 minutes, you are seriously fatigued."

Back in those days when one can sleep at a "late" 10pm, roll and toss and turn on the bed for 1+ hours, and still wake up fresh in the morning when the sun is still shining, the article made no sense to me at all. In fact, I can even vaguely recall myself scoffing, "5 minutes? How do you do that?" I even experimented the claim by staring at the ceiling for 10 minutes while lying on the sofa.
"Impossible", I happily concluded.

Now years later when sleep is a privilege and a cause for inner struggles ("No! Don't you dare close on me now. Open! Opeeeen~~" Eyelids: ?), I can happily (*twitch*) conclude,
I am one seriously fatigued corpse.

Not to mention I rarely see the sun when I wake up nowadays. (too early/ too...er, late) -_-

Seriously. Are bugs that attracted to me?

Our recently-moved-in tenant for the month now, is Mr. Wasp.
Welcome! Welcome.

(I sure hope it's not a wasp. Unfortunately, memory and knowledge perceives this way.)

Thus I now do Chemistry tutorials with an additional audience.
("Now which one is the slow step, which is the fast step? Nonono you don't need to fly over here - just tell me the answer from over there.")

And, ha. Thanks mum, for telling me now that you regret my decision of transferring school as well. Gee thanks. You're asking me to forget about this?
What if...
What if...
What if...

Damn it's hard to forget.
And you can help by not bringing it up every now and then so that I can be allowed to forget. ^_^

It is the ninth month of the year already; I am not angry, just saddened about the possibly happier prospect I once had - could have had. ^_^ *smile*

s.C. stalked you at 09:21 p.m.

.: Sunday, September 7, 2003

I ground my teeth. *grindgrindgrind*

I ground harder, *grindgrindgrind*

Pop! - out came out my molar.

*plucks loose molar out casually*
*rinses it under sink*
*puts it aside for the tooth fairy to collect*

...hold on, that was a dream.

*looks around* dream interpreters? Anybody?

Note to self: To gross people out in the first entry of a new layout is criminal of you, s.C. Bad bad bad.
...gotta do it more often.

s.C. stalked you at 11:50 p.m.