Everything is done halfway.

1. PW Script
2. Handout
3. Layout
4. Fic
5. Letter to friend
6. ZS translation (yes I'm actually doing that)

[EDIT:]
Oh wait, it is tomorrow already. Grrr. Wait till PW is o.v.e.r. You'll have no idea how -much- things I'd want to do then.

*glint in eye*
The way to a presentation assessor's heart is to engage in him/her directly.

I mean, this is no joke man. The last time I did that in AJ, it landed me a place in the Pre-U Seminar auditions. I wasn't even trying out for it. The thing is that, when you refer to the assessors directly and thus going right off your script, they think "you ooze confidence", to quote the Goku-teacher ;)
And confidence is one maaaaaaajorly important factor in whatever presentation you may come to be doing.

That said, I can hardly believe that my last-minute preparation for the speech (-- coupled with impromptu stutters during --) actually warranted no AE /and/ one EE. @__@  It's just amazing.

By the way, I have only _just_ woken up from a mid-day slumber. There goes my resolution of hoping to get some (PW) work done.

^___^ watched another 2 episodes of Saiyuki Reload.

Aside, my new-manga count for this week: 5. And oh, let's not forget ZS either...
But in the meantime, I lost one library book -_-. Think I lost it on the way to Kino. I hope some kind soul will find it and return it for me... Kind Soul are you out there??? *stares intently out the screen at all and sundry who have the misfortune to stumble onto this site*

Coding from scratch is like driving with manual gears.

No punchline -- just a thought I had while riding in mum's car.

Both give the occasional splutters when failed to be manipulated correctly. Sometimes, they just stop dead in their tracks and simply refuse to work.

But you know you are in control of it all; you are not relying on automated devices. You play with bare essentials, yet you understand -- with confidence -- the subtle tweaks and alterations needed in favour of your preference.
If you want a slow speed on a third gear, you get the slow speed on the third gear. If you want that longer code that proves a tad more useful than that shorter one spewed out by editors, you get the longer code.

Freedom with no restraints.
The sense of satisfaction.

...Control Freak.

(hey look, I'm crapping again)

Yahaha.
What am I doing up at this hour?

Doing Project Work slides, of course.

I've finally finished that, and I've finished this as well. It's this month's installment of Saiyuki Reload in Zero Sum.

I mean, the level of productivity I achieve when I'm duly motivated is simply stunning.

Gasp. Really? Will it be cable or local?

And then I was awoken by my handphone today. I don't always (in fact this is the first time due to pure fugue) leave my phone on overnight, so I groggily analysed the strange situation before realising I had received an SMS.

So I read it.

"Can we say e art of leadership if i want to say Áìµ¼ÒÕÊõ?"

@__@
...what?
And I don't recognise the person's phone number either. So I deduced I'm still dreaming and plopped back to sleep.

When I finally wake up at 2.39pm, it turns out that the SMS was as real as reality (er...) and the number was one of my classmate's.

Omen for Strange Day Ahead.
*looks at time* Not that much of the day is left anyway. o_O

Learnt something... interesting in Chemistry today. At long last I can link it to something manga.

SN2 (Bimolecular Nucleophilic Substitution) is dubbed affectionately as "the backside attack". Make your own inferrence. I think I'll remember SN2 for the rest of my demented life.

Bishounen #1: If you don't treat me well, I'll make sure we do a homolytic fission!
Bishounen #2: ...but we aren't even married! Now now, be a good boy. I promise you a sweet SN2 later if you behave.

Ah, my Chemistry life is looking up again ^^

On the other hand, I've been playing intellectual games lately. In lectures, tutorials, breaks -- everywhere. 3D Tic Tac Toe, Codebreaker/Mastermind... all conveniently on a piece of paper... which means I haven't been listening to lessons again. Argh.

Stuffs I failed to mention yesterday...

• A few of my classmates -- brilliant as they are (I'm leaving room for interpretation ^__^)-- got caught playing cards in school, and some of them were actually caught the second time that very day. Talk about an abrupt change of direction in the wind of fortune. But... I didn't know this teacher actually has the ability to scold "imbecile" so blatantly to/in front of the whole class -- I thought we at this age are now "disciplined to heart" (to quote)... but well, nothing major happened as a result.

• Softball training starts tomorrow. *bids Free Time a farewell ;_;/*

*resists temptation to write more in bulleted form*

ZS and RESERVoir CHRoNiCLE #1 come to meeeeeeeeee
And they did. ^^ Maybe I'll put up the scans/pictures of this month's Saiyuki Reload by this weekend... because it'll be quite a sin to miss some of the ultimate cuteness in there~~~

After a Parachute Challenge and a Catapult Challenge in the past few years, today sees s.C. experiencing the origami-c joy of The Paper Airplane Challenge. Wheeeee~~~ I knew I love Physics.
(And I remembered how to fold the Samurai dart!!)
My group cleverly forwent the Physics section of this impromptu class event (i.e. longest airtime, largest displacement, acrobatics) -- which was to celebrate the topic that was Physics of Fluids ("Whaddya yer mean it's not a celebration?") -- and participated in the aesthetic section. XDXDXDXD
It was actually meant as a joke -- the crane (the bird) that we sent in with my dart sticking out on top. Logic reasons that it does not even qualify as an airplane. But hey, we "won" it anyway. *grinz stupidly and celebrates*

Daaaah.
Must do PW. The reason why I'm online is because I'm using the computer doing PW. Why am I so responsible as to actually volunteered to redo the slides? I'm mad.

This will be quick since I have tutorials to do. The Return of the Undead Tutorials... Yep.
More elaboration later/during weekends. (Hopefully.)

1. Once again, the significance of my birthdate is emphasised. Saiyuki Reload #3 tankoubon will be out in Japan on that very date!!! XDXDXD

2. Saiyuki sees itself into its first anniversary. Reel time, that is.
   s.C.: Whaaat?! Does that mean Sanzo is now a *titter* more matured 24 year-old?? Or perhaps Goku has finally broken past his adolescence to become *choke* a fine young man of 19?? And Hakkai and Goyjo... *laughs out loud as 23 is a hilarious number on sight (do not ask why) ^__^*

3. *stares at a certain smiley figure who pops up very conveniently in all of Sanzo's thoughts* Hakkai does love to be very extra, doesn't he? And his hand also loves to be in that perpetual state of raised position, no less. ^_____^

4. The above were ZS stuffs. Now putting Japanese aside, I hence announce (quite incredulously) that I have the highest grade in my class for GP. Did you see an airborne pig somewhere today? That would be mine.

5. Years of softball accidents -- and this one is just waiting to happen someday. Where someday = today. A flung metal bat clanking against a girl's head -- and drawing blood. OwwWWWwwmygaaawd... luckily she seemed alright. But you never know, what with possible concussions or internal damages. On the other hand, I survived several accounts of head-bashing, of which 2 are of considerable magnitude of impact.
   (Stormy did I just hear you utter "you is not normal"?) ^___^

6. And what sort of people stands at the side watching on, while the girl is obviously very very injured? Certainly not a decent teacher-in-charge. (Implied meaning. I am quite shocked at his indifference.)

7. Again, I know I have something else to say, but I've forgotten. If you may excuse me, I'll just make a face for the moment >__<

I thought post-exams is a period where carefreeness reigns, and busyness is an evil of the past.

Sorry, I must have mistakened something along the way. @__@

Well, of course, absolute freedom is not expected, but it seems that currently, I have much more on my hands than pre-exams. Much more. Much more.

The literal interpretation of sending out SMS by the volumes can be discounted (let's see, 4 other members in my group, 4 messages to make up the 1 information I want to convey, and there is *no* "send to groups" function on my handphone. ...that brings up a fine finger-wrecking sum of 16 messages to send out separately, plus additional presses and switches to ensure my lousy phone works normally). I wonder if "telephone calls" exists for people like me anymore -- when was the last time I called from home to a person other than my mum? I think something called the Big Bang occurred then. Or the sauruses roamed the Earth. Or something.

["People like me" refers to beings who would rather hand-signal or produce some convenient nasal noise to convey stuffs, than actually open their mouths and perform this energy-draining action which causes the phenomenon that is "voice" to be formed. Oh the horrors of just thinking about it. Incidentally, Astatine phoned just a few moments ago.)

Anyway.

... ...

... ...


*remembers what she was trying to talk about*
Ah. I seem very strangley -- I mean -- strangely occupied recently. If it is not about PW, it would be about... aesthetic stuffs.
(That is why I choose to use "strangely" instead of, like, "busily" or "hectically" -- if such a word exists)

My hobby of drawing is actually proving itself to be less of a past-time and more of a, say, full-time. Wow. So is my twiddling with computer and internet and languages and stuffs. My "hobbies" seem to have withered away to nothingness all of a very sudden sudden. Eeps o_O, I just remembered I also agreed to author a possible play-script for dramafest the other day. *tries to squeeze inspiration out*

And uh, my new layout is not coming along very efficiently for the start of November. *convinces self to do PW first*

Another thing.
I actually did well in General Paper. (Relatively well.)

I thought I would get a C5 or C6 because I wrote one sentence for my essay conclusion, and I did not have time to do properly the summary and Application Question of the comprehension section.

Incidentally, the marker loved my essay ("...providing apt ego & insightful analysis..."), even describing it as "power-packed". Why, I wouldn't have thought so, even now. And... I have an ego? XP XP XP.
Unfortunately/to my perverse delight, she regards me a cynic and pessimist.
Since I'm type-happy today, quoth her:
Hmm.... Why are you so cynical and pessimistic? Nobody is perfect. Everyone is on Earth for the 1st time -- so it's not surprising that we are all searching for what it means to truly live... Smile, this world is beautiful :)

And we live for oneself, and die for oneself.

Ahem.
And here is part of her last-page comment:
...Last but not least, I feel that if you can give others, as well as yourself, the gentle permission to be only human -- the world can be beautiful, not brutal. All the best!

Don't I always?? Don't I _always_ (give gentle permission...)??! Will somebody please assure me that I am still the optimistic, altruistic, kind gentlecaringlovabledreameroftheworldunite humane s.C. that I and I once knew?
And she used the dash wrongly there as well.

XDXDXD This is an epitome of how you can lie persuade straight through your gritted teeth and portray essay!you as a totally different character. (reality check: ...different? Hmm.)

Oh, what makes her think I'm such an angsty character (eschewing the fact that I might very well have been in that state during time of writing)? I wrote:
"...students can start early to learn how to treat different types of people and learn that the real world is not filled all with kind and altruistic people..."

There! That is true to honest all I wrote to give her this impression. ^_____^

But I like this teacher's commenting style. She (if it's a "he", this is the cutest handwriting I ever see in a guy) gives personal thoughts and comments, gives the occasional encouragements about related things, and she puts SMILEYS. :) Cute.

"A good conclusion would've also helped to gain you more marks." Ah, heck that.

Well anyways, I got a B4 for GP. I did mention it was all relative, didn't I...

The thing is,...

Predicted grades:
Maths - A/B
Further Maths - O
Physics - O/E
Chemistry - O
General Paper - C5/C6

...but I did a hell lot better.

Good: Well, I'm glad my predictions are not correct.
Bad: ...I had always been accurate in my secondary school... my sixth sense is going places.

Kouritsuita tsuki ni terasarete
hibiwareta kokoro ga
moetsukiru yoru o daku kedo.
Isshun no kanata de kirameita omoi ga
saigo no yume ni yakarete iru yo.

Totemo kanashii yume datta to
sore demo sono sugata wa.

I was staring out at the torrents of rain the first thing I woke up this morning. At first they were a rampaging 45 degrees to the earth below, then they tired out to about 22 degrees away from the negative vertical axis, and finally they hung around at a casual 10 degrees before resuming their ravaging quest to conquer gravity once more.

s.C.'s not-so-random word of the day: Extentialism!

Shining on the frozen moon,
the cracked heart
embraces the burnt-out night.
The glittering thoughts of a moment there,
burnt by the final dream.

Even then, it was a very sad dream.

("Ack Homura-san! What have you been re-incarnated as?")

This was my new layout a day before Pitas' drive broke.
The wonders of saving layout codes in Notepad. ^__^

The reason why I didn't archive this page is because I did archive it that day. So to prevent possible double archiving, I'll just leave everything here first.
In the meantime, I'll be blogging in my EJ ya.

Yo, I'll be updating in my EasyJournal in this period of time before Pitas spews back the backups again.

It ate my new layout as well hahaha ;)

And for those who hasn't already discovered,
<-- this shark was a digitally re-created one using smudges and sharpening. ^^ ("ah, no wonder it looked funny")

For every man in television drama/series/anime who looks absolutely dashing, has unique personalities (READ: Psychopathic), and talks the wisdom out of you (inc. Nii), there is a certainty that they can survive no more than 3 seconds out here in the real world without being slammed into the deepest and darkest level of Hell.

But I lov'em anyway.

[EDIT:]
This is so sweet.
I love the novel, so I hope the movie is as brilliant (though this is often not the case with book-adapted films...).
And man, Neal McDonough (as David McNorris in Boomtown) plays a part in it as well.

Why is Sanzo so alarmed??! XDXDXDDDDDD

Could it be youkais?
Could it be Goyjo cornering him for some... *cough* quality time?
Or maybe it's just fangurls. XDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

AHAHAHA! First fanart in about a decade *counts*, and Saiyuki; Sanzo has the honour to be the topic ^^. This is the original before I put it through PSP to darken the lines a bit... because digital cams aren't very good scanners, you see.

Frankly, I didn't do his hair justice (I forgot to draw something). Nor his eyes, really. Nor his face and robes and sleeves, for that matter ^^;;
And... whoops, you can't see his hand and sandals/boots because although I promised myself to finish drawing him today, I fell asleep instead, and since exams are just 2 days away, I'll just put the draft up here for, um, enjoyment before I reach the gallows. ^^v
*ponders* Should I colour it? */ponders*

Oh yeah, the reason why I don't do fanarts/non-original characters drawings is because I - as said above - would feel obliged to do the character justice. Which restricts my style. *shrug* But I did the picture anyway because Physics TYS was making me sleep yesterday. I needed some activity X3

(Or maybe San-chan could feel the force of the upcoming exam period looming ominously. /I/ could be the one with that expression right now...)

You think you know me. *turns halfway around to glance at audience*
Maybe you don't. *Turns fully to face audience. Takes off shades slowly*

cumbs: Can you just get on with it??!

o_O.
Eheh. So my blog topic today is sort of "Why s.C. hasn't drawn fanart in decades."
Turns out that when I delved into my childhood folio recently, I found out - and remembered - that amongst all other non-/original drawings, I did...

*falls*

Other than DBZ, I did original comics, and without fail, I could twist every normal storyline into one with violence and torture. Every single one.

(cumbs: With the exception of her Doraemon comics.)

... ...
You friggin' seacucumber you said that out loud!
*kicks it into next month*

...well, yes, my Doraemon ones are extremely family-friendly.
So anyway I was wondering whether I had a disturbed mind during childhood, or--

*looks into herself*
s.C.: Hello, heart.
Ashen thingy: You have no heart. I am all but a fossil fuel compressed under free service in you for all this while. You should be happy you have any use at all. Go away.
s.C.: Oh. Okay.

But no worries ^^.
I have considerably mellowed with age. I don't torture my characters anymore. On paper. *snerk* ^__^.

("Hey Sanzo, why are you looking so alarmed?")

Bleh. To deviate away from this nightmarish confession, let me confess something else.

I juggled my football 30 times!

Woo! *blows trumpet*

It wasn't pretty, it wasn't professional, but I did it within a dimension of about 2x1 metres! (Approximately the valid space left in my room...)

My eldest football is in a pretty bad state currently *concerned*. Its layers has been scraped down to such a level that fur is discernible. o_O I didn't even know footballs are made of fur.
It's dying! It's dying! *wails*

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Then, Saturday bestowed my mum's car with a caved-in door on the passenger's side. Really, *caved*. *whistles*
It was in the carpark, and apparently, the driver in front didn't notice mum's car behind him and backed into her passenger's side. (<- I can't picture it either ^^) With a fast speed, too. @__@

s.C. - who got back her essay and was surprised that the teacher commented, "...however, you have a tendency to coin words..."
*looks innocent* Really?

Whee! Put up the Zero Sum pictures finally.

A hahaha! article. Courtesy of Stormy ^^.

("Hey, then what do /I/ have if Ice Age comes around?")

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[EDIT:]
See me puff up in pride as I say this: the most searched for keyword in search engines for my site to this date is rapists.

XDXDXD
But for those who came here because they thought they could find out who the EPL rapists are, well, I can only give my opinion, which maintains to be Newcastle.
Hell, I even saw a forum that claims so factually that it was Cole (the one she consented), Bellamy, Dyer, Jenas... *counts*... and I've forgotten the others.
But nobody knows for sure right?

Rumble, mumble, ramble and babble.

Just some thoughts. Idiotic ones, no less.

You know how they say their hands always smell of blood after handling a sword? Especially after using it for its unique function.

("Whaddya mean they don't say that??! Whatever. Sue me.")

Well, it may well occur that the smell isn't really blood at all; it's the rusty tinge of steel and iron and metal.
Knowledge has it that blood contains iron, (fan)fictions have it that blood taste like metal, so why can't it transpire that the visage left on a swordhandler's hands may be that of metal?

But of course, one would rather hear the heroic claim, "My hands smell of the crimson spillage of enemies."
than, "Whew, my hands smell of iron."

Goku: *sniffs* My hand...*gears of association creaking into place* heey~~~~ I wanna eat my iron-fortified white bread~~~!
Gojyo: Shaddup saru. *sniffs hands* Hmm. I haven't pumped iron in ages...
Goku: ~~I want my KoKoCrunch~~~
Goyjo: Stupid. That is fortified with calcium, not iron...
*bickerbickerbicker*

Hakkai: *faraway look* I am so sorry, Kanan. I have... iron on my hands...
Sanzo: *examines gun* My hand smells of metal because that is the material this *waves gun in Baka-Combi's general direction* is made of, just like what theirs-- *BANGBANGBANG* -- are made of as well.

Etto

Sanzo: Ch'. Nobody likes a literalist.

No, Sanzo-sama. I mean, yes. Er. @_@
...and before my train of thoughts was so rudely interrupted by my imagination, I was going to declare that this entry was inspired by the recovery (from the land of the forgotten - storeroom) of a 1.01 metres' worth of sword.
It is certainly none too capable of unintentional laceration (but if you intend to, you sure can...), though it /is/ perfectly within its abilities to bludgeon at a healthy 2kg.

It goes really well with my model ship, which was put together yesterday in the timespan of Liverpool v.s. Arsenal.
I even made two 3-min videos of the ship - exploring style. But the videos are too large to be uploaded onto the likes of Geocities, so... *grinz* too bad.

Anyways.
*sniffs* My hands now smell of... *thinks*... iron.

Ack I cannot stay awake... I'm nodding off every 3 seconds while handling the ZS pictures.

Tomorrow, I guess. The "soon-ish soon" entry will be tomorrow.

But anyway I /did/ update my translation - less of a mess and early morning muddleheadedness. =>Better translation ^^
I'll put up some of the pictures there tomorrow as well.

Zzzzzzz

Mm. Suddenly have an urge for those danish butter cookies. *_*
*gives cookies to everyone taking their exams soon/now.* ^^

Well this is not much, but it does give you a few seconds' glimpse of the kind of animation Saiyuki Reload offers. (Listen to what Goku has to say. Um, not really, he didn't say much... ^^;; Hakkai on the other hand, sounds like he's on crack in the first few seconds. ^___^)

Oh, I love the new logo

Linking to an LJ and some overwhelming amount of screencaps. (Whoops, heehee, hope nobody minds)
...incidentally, I was looking at the airplane omake screencaps to the mp3 I Believe I Can Fly. Erm.

Another entry to come soon-ish soon...

And oh, I've moved the spider entry to the EJ. Hell, I don't know why, but I'm leaving the bug stuffs to EJ now. XP

I'm seriously worried about my setting of priorities...

I've gone and translated - albeit with some/much guessing here and there - the second installment of Saiyuki: Son Goku's Chapter.

This is not for anyone or for any purpose, but only for the fact that I am seriously bored about the concept of school and studying, and had subsequently gone on a 45 minute joyride of translating this chapter, and another ?? minutes of typing it out.

S.N.A.F.U. of my friggin' priorities...

Being bored with school is a rather fucked up attitude to have right now, considering I haven't performed to my best of abilities this last 6 months. And I'm still ignoring my work (and the fact that me getting retained is very, very real). But I still hold the belief that I will pull through the exam. Now is that ambivalence or what?

They say you'll never forget this period of your life.
Sure, I'll look back and never believe how bereft of motivation I am now.
And to think I sprouted lies in today's GP essay of "Consider the importance of competition." and generally spewing sentences that claim "competition is an integral part of our lives... inspires motivation..."
My foot.
Ironically, it's gonna be my best essay ever written.

I shall self-counsel myself...

...and, um, 45 minutes is a pretty rushed job for an amateur (me). Whoops, don't let that stop you from putting faith in my translating ^^.

cumbs: You guys Will Regret It.
s.C.: *beep* [the following sequences has been censored--]

Nothing can tear me away from Saiyuki.

Or so I thought.

Behind the family-friendly amber cover of Detective Conan, the twisted plot of lies and deceptions is just starting to unravel.

I was _so_ fascinated by by the latest tankoubon that I actually pushed aside Zero Sum and its gorgeous /2/ chapters of Saiyuki to finish Detective Conan #42 - slowly. Rather anomalous of me (to read manga slowly), yes, but the storyline is so freaking intriguing that I had to flip slowly and savour every scene.

It was literally masks after mask, exposures after exposure - all tangled in one highly intricate web of deceit.
...I was absolutely amazed.
And remarkably, those characters who had once upon a time been conveniently eased into the story in random episodes, now play their respective huge roles in the development of this plot.

I hereby declare I worship Aoyama Goshou. *bows*

I'm also grateful that those Shonen Sunday episodes I managed to catch didn't spoil me for this run of action and entertainment. Nice.

--a secret makes a woman woman. *smirk*

After another poignant chapter on Sanzo's angst and others' sacrifice, we now know how Goku was reduced to tears of joy, knowing that he could finally feel hungry after 500 years of incarceration...
Awwww

"KONO TAREME~~~!!!" >o< [insert Goku's *waaaaa* expression]
And yes, we hear Chibi Goku bawling out his first insult [you droopy eyes~~~!!!] bordering on insane bravery...

The english version of Saiyuki Reload #2 gives away a postcard of Sanzo in that yellow hued drawing~! Not fair~~

And s.C. says, "Let there be Light,"

Electrical Appliances: ...

... oh yes... the power's cut off temporarily this late afternoon~~
Gaaaaaaah.

Not that I've experienced much of the fun since I was in school doing PW again.
Man, you gotta give me a Nobel prize for Incredible Talent in the Field of Patience. Worship the ground I walk on, y'all plain denizens of Tempersvale. Muahaha.

I said that because I should have smashed the computer on the floor/strangled the MS Word(producer)/simply exploded.
But that wouldn't be nice since I still have the proverbial bright future ahead of me. And the computer is school property anyway.

I had painstakingly inserted graphs, moved them to desired spots, which is DAMN irritating since the clips do not ever go where you want it to be at, re-bashed(/reword) sentences, summarised, then summarised, then summarised again but the word count is still on ecstasy - a high of 27-centuries worth of words.

So I wished /I/ was on ecstasy when I clicked "save"...
...and 40% of the english report transmogrified into bloody symbols and chinese characters. The word document was automatically saved as this stupid piece of junk.
i.e. my efforts went down the wires, to put it very, very mildly.

But you know I'm not the one to lose my temper.
No, mild-mannered s.C. __thanks God__ there are back-ups to the original report.

But as human nature has it, I simply slapped the graphs back on and refused to summarise and edit again.

...and s.C. says a while later, "Let there be Light!"

And the millions of photons lit up the territory with their glaring presence.

"Oh we will humbly bow before your mightly request, 'o Dictator Curious-to-know-who-the-allerged-EPL-rapists-are," they chorused.

"Then go, and blind the hell out of the asshole(s) who made PW an exam subject,"

Yep, for those of you who had absolutely no idea what I sent you - whether due to plain ??? or incompatibility of your handphone, here goes...
*Note: The chinese may not display correctly no matter how you change the encoding... what can I do? Change the encoding to GB2312.

English lesson:

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ÍíͼÎ÷Ã×£¬Íí£¬°®¹·Í¼Î÷ÓÍ¡£
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Translation:
English lesson:

I miss you, do you miss me?
What are you doing, so boring la!
Want to see me, want, I go to see you.
My English so good, do you know what I say?
Goodbye.

...
My god it really cracked me up.

For the record, the majority of my classmates speak English this way, especially a certain ZXY... horrors.

It's just like Jap: naisu gives you "nice".
And in this case, mai ying ke li shi sou gu gives you "my english so good".

But really, you have to listen to the PRCs in order to imagine how they say it - "My ENG-GA-LI-shi so-w GOOD-a!". *guffaw*

Brill, just brilliant. XD

[EDIT:] Hmm. It looks funnier in the SMS. Oh I get it, the hp screen is smaller, so you scroll in perverse anticipation what the next word would be XDXD

A Little...

poignant   picked saga seeds today
letdown   wanted to go Kino today but did P****** W*** from 9am to 5pm at school instead. On a Sunday. ;_;
scare(d by)   QQ saw some crawly thingy in the bushes. She turned, jumped back, gave a short scream - simultaneously. Effectively scaring the hell out of the unfortunate WF, who was centimetres behind her, and another 3 of us. information   Don't look now, but there's a million bugs around you right this moment. If you're normal enough, you may well be housing a couple of happy little buggers this instant. On your face. Ohoho.
(Okay, I was accidentally watching Discovery Channel yesterday when I should be tuning in to a football match.)

...

...

I forgot what I had wanted to blog about.

AARGH *tears hair and saves $$$ on impending haircut*

Anyways, *glances at below entry regarding jlembud wrdos [jumbled words]* I think that the degree of letter-tossing is too little.
Let's try that again.

Tauhlhspiote rdeners inidoe cureslools.

Crnacoteotnin of hodgeryn inidoe puglnes itno the asybs of oovilbin. [1]

*grinz* it sure is harder to comprehend if the context is not there, isn't it?
(Unrelated:) I mean, would you know what "arindoccg" is just by looking at the word? Not really. But you might if it were spelled "aocrcding" with the -ing[2] hanging correctly at the end.
This is even more so if it were written as "aocrcding to". Your eyes sweeps across the phrase and will perceive - almost automatically for English speakers - the phrase immediately, because of the context provided by "to".

What is my point?
Nothing, really. Just to fill up the space left by my supposed-entry. And also to feel slightly superior by upp-ing Cdigmarbe Uvisnierty's research comments an iota.

And I still can't remember what I wanted to write about...

[1] - for the translation, see the previous++ entry on... um, starting with "thiosulphate".
[2] - what was that word for words ending with -ing?

"In the End". You have put yourself out
there in the open, and tried your best to
either make someone else or everyone else
happy. You were selfless, and never allowed
anyone to see that you were struggling through
this. And now that everything has come to a
crashing end, youre left in a mixture of anger
and sadness because you had to fall to lose it
all. Not that it matters, in the end.

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Good grief. That's also the song I used in the fic. ^_^

Right you are.

*smirk*
Just had to put it here - things I wrote during Chem lecture, reading period, and before PW session. Inspiration committed hit-and-run - whacked me in the head, but escaped with the long sentences and left me with stop.short. ones that didn't make much sense. But I wanted to listen to the lecture, so I wrote /about/ lecture, albeit full of exaggerations. *grinz*

*shrug*
But they're just some exclusive evidence of me slowly going insane.

Okay, I didn't get to use the computer last night like I thought I could, so now I've kind of forgotten how the subsequent write-up to that stupid sypnosis I gave should be like ^_^.

Anyway, these few days I have been rushing to the toilet due to stomachaches.
Could it be that soured porridge I ate?
Maybe it was that highly acidic orange juice downed in the morning?
Or was it that near-to-expiry mooncake I devoured?

Perhaps it was the aqueous chlorine consumed during swimming lesson. -_-

And then, it was rather horrid to tug at the toilet paper dispenser only to trigger a full cloud of extremely visible dust and particles into your face. I'm refering to the school toilet here...

Gross tales aside, my classmate(s) told me that her friends who saw me in some photos commented that I looked like someone who cosplays. XDXDXD wooooot!
I take it as a high compliment ^^v.

I agree with ^clover^: PW is a killer.

I mean, who doesn't agree (can do my PW for me thank you)?

Have just gotten back another draft report only today, yet the next (sort-of-finalised) submission is due on Tuesday. Our group has a lot to do.

This is so not the way to kill us.

s.C. - who actually has another reason to cheer up because she can now do vector problems that refused to be comprehended just a few months ago.

Unlike Chemistry, I am absolutely interested in Physics.

For today's extra lessons in Physics, despite being pounded up into mash by Mr. Ho's questioning, I still enjoyed the session. Really. And even though I know I'll falter in front of the question paper when the time (the TIME *claps of thunder*) comes, I'm still currently in a deceptive state of confidence and anticipation for the Physics paper.
Just like how I felt during the midyears. Which I passed. While failing the others. ^__^

And Mr. Ho feels sorry for the lifestyle of this generation's students. He meant us.
He was sympathetic about our deprivation of play time (so I inferred) and an overload of... things to do.
("I'm so glad I'm born in my time") ^___^

-----
NEXT ENTRY - SYPNOSIS:
Of diarrhoea, cosplayer, and toilet paper dispenser.

WARNING: Sypnosis may be highly misleading. Do not get your hopes up/ run away.

My interest in Chemistry is finally just hanging on a thread. It's bound to happen, given that the methods of teaching in lectures and tutorials are ones I do not particularly enjoy. The only remaining savior that's keeping the fraying thread intact is simply my personal genuine curiosity for learning; I went to the library a few days ago to try and check out more Chemistry (and Astronomy) stuff, hoping to hell that this is the glimmer of sunshine I need amidst the hazy learning process that is Chemistry.

I mean, I even pulled a leg muscle sitting in lecture today. Such is the repulsion... -_-|||

(And then I was thrusted back to the memory of receiving "High Distinction" in the Australian National Chemistry Quiz, which was a tough test of knowledge compared to the New South Wales Competitions.
But um, stormy, you were the one who had higher than High Distinction right? ^^;;;; What was that? "The Supreme Ruler of Chemistry"? XD

But the point is, these things git yous nothin'. Man, enlighten me on the relevence of _school syllabus_ against general knowledge will'ya?)

And... I don't usually do this kind of personality tests, but here goes one...

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IITU
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GENERAL LIFE:
IITUs have an imaginative and thoughtful approach to life. To them, life is a quest for understanding. They tend to be autonomous and pride themselves on their independence. IITUs can be shy and reserved, since to some extent they live in their own world, and external reality is for them less important than what is going on in their own minds. Privacy is important to them, and they need to have periods of quiet reflection in order to recharge their batteries.

LOVE LIFE:
Even though two people from any type can enjoy a healthy relationship, the IITU's ideal partner is the EITS, or the ESTS.

WORK LIFE:
Typical IITU Career Paths - Strategic planning, Writer, Lawyer, Architect, Software designer, College professor, Photographer, Psychologist, Research/development, Computer programmer, Investigator, Scientist, Mathematician, University Professors, Computer Programmers, Engineer, Forensic Research, Forestry and Park Rangers.

Just look at that! The occupation area, I mean.
Writer, software designer, photographer, R&D, computer programmer, forensic research... these are all bang on target with my taste. And then there's the deal about my father predicting me to become an architect or engineer.
And then there's the deal about being a /Mathematician/... me currently studying the Maths subjects and all...
And just the other day I was wondering what it would be like now if I had chosen Computing course over Chemistry...

But And if I were to be a scientist or forensic researcher, I would have to do well in Chem first... all I have to do is do well in Chem.
^^

It's getting really weird listening to people inserting "zz" into their mode of speech. As in, "hmmz", "kaoz", "byez!" etc. And they /really/ do enunciate the "zz" sound with zest.
*sweat*

And there I was, some weeks back, disagreeing in an essay paragraph that "computers and mobile phones made our face-to-face communication worse".
-_-

Decisions to be made:

1. Do homework.
2. Finish up my colouring of a drawing.
3. Revise for upcoming exams.
4. Write something.
5. Continue with my current crop of unfinished inspirations/drawings.
6. Draw something else.
7. Really, really write something (am actually feeling the return of my beginning-of-the-year form).

Urk! Decisions...

s.C. - may end up half-unconscious on bed instead. Without doing /anything/.

Swimming backstroke + Sleeping in wry position in bus
= neckache.

Need I say more? Nope. *Owww*

But there is joy to be had today.
I could do past years fm/maths integration promo questions that was given today~ *rejoices* (I mean, I actually remembered 95% of the formulas... and I actually could put them to good use)
(And by my standard of "do", I meant I finished 90% of the questions and not just stared blankly at the paper ^^)
Morale booster. *thumbs up*

Oh yesh. How can I nearly forget?

*watches Stormy pushing presents into Hakkai's lap*
Ano... ^^;;

Yatta!

Fixed the st00pid javascript error by tweaking the code in a way I'd never have known last time =P

*a big sense of achievement* ^o^

*thinks*
Oh yes, what I wanted to say was that the song Tightrope (of Saiyuki Requiem) is nice.

Rockyyyyyy~~~ ^^

Mm. Liked the drawing, so just pasted the results here. ^^v
But I do like to smirk.

*glances at a dark splotch of bruise at a weird place on arm* o_O

I have a Skin/Muscles-Being-Slowly-Eaten Disease~!

...if I don't blog for the next few days, you know what happened. -_-

Anyway, it was rather funny (I meant it both ways) to see my coach appearing on TNP on Thursday. And I don't exactly knew what drew me to the FastAds segment either... I just flipped the paper, and somehow noticed his familiar stature even from a page-flipping frequency of 3Hz.
HaHA! I couldn't imagine him answering all those questions in such good English (as seen in the papers) XD.

And... Chan!

This lovely piece was done ... for the Saiyuki art contest! I'm sure she'll win it!

--Amanda's site

Whadaya mean "contest"??? You entered that piece of art for a contest??? Is it the MAGE one??? Or what???
Aaaaaaaaaa XDXD I envy you (that you have time to enter contests)XDXDXD!!!
If it is for the MAGE one... I'll kill you if you win it 'cos I had wanted to enter that as well~~~ *I mean, the prize being that Kougaiji poster... x_X eeeeee~~~ >__< I want!*

Haha~ good luck for whatever that [whatever contest] then! =P

Jeez. My dad actually has a Javascript handbook stashed in his trove of computer books.

I doubt he's ever flipped it; it looks damn new.
So he gave/lent it to me ^^ .

... (pondering if she's becoming too geeky)