If you find a four leaf clover,
It will bring happiness.

Here I share
All the formula you'd ever want for a four leaf clover.

r = a sin4θ

Ah. And you'll get a nice little lopsided four leaf clover on the graphic calculator.
Oops. How come I don't feel any happier?

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Heard from some source that says Further Maths may be scrapped from the syllabus in the near future. Now wouldn't that make me an endangered species?
Heck, we are the folks who know how to sketch a clover-graph with the polar equation.
So treat me nicely in the future. XD

s.C. -- who humoured herself silly writing this entry

Bleh.

Know what you get when you cross the act of translation and the time of post-midnight? Bad translation. Very bad.

Therefore, after cringing at my own translation of the Goku Chapter [2], I did somemuch updating and came out with this. But perhaps it'll be very time-consuming just to try and find what I changed, so... well... well nothing. Am just trying to warn you that the previous translation was quite misleading in some areas.

And school life didn't turn out too busy yet. Maybe I'll do up the recent *squeal*Goyjo Hakkai*squeal#2* Chapter soon for my own pleasure. XD

Wargh! It always -always- happen in tests -- my head told me to shade D; my mind moved my hands to shade C. Shit! Damndamndamndamndamn I better start waking up during tests. So actually I was cruising along the highway on the way home from school when my subconscious attention was brought to this question. After much graphical re-enactment of the test scene, I discovered to my horror that I've answered a simple MCQ wrong. To which I know the answer.
This is definitely bad -- who knows what else I did wrongly. This is demented -- I've been successfully angsting over consecutive tests before I even get them back.

Right. So a faculty has just witnessed its demise in the next generation: there's no S2 Faculty in this 2004 batch. In fact, they have merged the supposedly-S2 classes with our S3, and even then, they come up to only -4- classes. (Just like our batch, but we didn't have S2's... help.)
And S7 the Bio faculty has -14- classes. Somebody please sue them.

Our first meeting with our juniors was... how you say... not too punctual.
Our chemistry tutor released us about half and hour later than the stipulated time. So, while the whole school swarmed around the place meeting juniors/seniors, we stayed in our cosy little Chemistry Lab to finish up some Practical that we have so damn much motivation to do. What the hell is wrong with her???

No further comments currently, except that there are 12 PRCs in their class. Haha. Still can't beat ours of 17. Oh, and there are all but one NY girl. (The gist of this comment can also be generalised to the whole school. So, did National turn out to claim the whole horde of them?)

Oh, one of them mentioned -- if my anime-tuned ear didn't mishear -- that he likes YnM and anime. Gotta interrogate him more when I see him next time.

Well yeah, playing Tony Hawk Pro Skater 4 now... and there's one BIG disc of a moon hanging up there tonight. It didn't even look like a moon when I first swept my gaze across it. -_-

I suppose somebody will realise by now that the start of school spews silly entries. *glances below*
It's probably an inverse proportionate thing.

Anyhow, I've got these to say about the commencement of school life.

So, maybe I'll retire for about a week to catch up on my homework. In fact I've just finished the Application of Differential Equations tutorial. Yip.
The "-ee" will come after/if I manage to finish my GP holiday homework by Monday. For now, I await the download #3 (I don't want to talk about the failed attempts at 99%-completed -_-) of Silent Hill 3.

s.C.'s scoff of the Day: If chain letters are to be believed, then that's how Darwin's theory is carried out. People will die or live, get dumped or get laid all accordingly. =)

By the way, I've probably accumulated 100+ years of spinsterhood. =)

(Misheard) Invitation of the Day:
"You wanna stab me?"
Pause. "Pardon?"
"You understand me?"
"Oh. Why yes." *puts away sharp pointy object in disappointment*

Clear skies = millions of visible stars
I was gazing the night away at stars yesterday.

Like these.

*coughs*
Seriously, the nightsky was so windy and so clear yesterday, that when I looked out the window the first time, my heart skipped a beat at the sight of a waxing moon gliding across the sky. Turned out that the translucent clouds were actually the ones sweeping across the moon.
And when I was laying in bed, I was still holding my binoculars to my eyes staring at the Orion belt (since it's the only visible and recognisable body from my highly-tilted but convenient position in bed).
As it so happens, every time I was able to see stars this clearly, the featured ones were always from the Major-canis area, with the Big Dipper hanging on the right of my window, and Orion just teetering on the edge of the upper sill. Sirius etc would be right above my room. Hence, my conclusion is that, the only time this country's skies are clear is around this period. And, *tsk*, those urban lights... *makes ghostly gesture* Gooo awaaaayyy
But it's good enough -- I could see the smatter of M-I-forgot-its-number (the nebula in Orion's midst).

Woohoohoo. If this entry happens to be filled with run-on sentences or whatever that will make Mrs. S__h chase me while swinging a scyth, it's because I've lost the use of my mouse currently. So the endless pressing of Alt-Tab Ctrl-N Shift-Enter Alt-Ctrl-Del Tab-Arrow-Arrow-Tab-Tab-Space-Alt-F4 Escape-Tab-Windows-Argh-Escape-Shift-Tab-Shift-Tab Windows-Tab-Tab-Tab-Oops-Shift-Tab is getting into me. And the Windows button is so magnetic that I must have pressed it a million times out of mistake, which will inevitably followed by Escape, then Alt -- my original intended target.

And let me tell you with much contained pride that I actually found a way to crop the above-linked picture without the use of crop. @__@ Just do it (with keyboard, yay).
So my head is not quite functional right now, because there is not much space for a mind swarming with key-commands.
And let it be known that I'm also trying to do my script in this mess. *throws hands in air* I can't even find a quick way/key to format the paragraph to the centre (which I need to for every other line, if you must know. And I want you to know because it's good and sadistic to share sufferings. ^__^)

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Last week in a few words:

Fans-tasia 2003: Kazuhiko! *gapes*
Script outline: Done! *cheers*
Memory: Increased! *claps*

Okay, will someone now please hand me some extra memory so my computer won't be cleverer than me? ¬_¬

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Oh yes, how can I forget to describe my reaction when reading/fangirling over Zero Sum?

Yes, the pictures were very beautiful, but 'til I regain my use of the mouse, I can't post them up.

And with this piece of regretful news sinking in, I shall waltz away to endeavour finishing up my script. (Damn, how do you post this entry?? Ah, Tab-Space)

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[EDIT:]
Oh, yeah, I'm all right by the way. Such irony that just the other day I was remarking on the lack of sadness. Tsk.

Shit you. Don't give me so much grief if you love me so much.

Sometimes, one must be grateful for the adhesion ability of water that keeps it from flowing out one's eyes.

"When I look at the people around me, I see they have a goal in life, and I can see they are doing things to achieve what they want. Me? I see myself still lost and wandering in a few years time."

My friend reflected this recently. Ironically, she is the very person who exults the air of future success -- friendly, capable of leadership, a people-person. Just by looking at her, you'd believe that she, too, knows what she desires. So watch me flush her words straight down my mind's proverbial toilet; if she doesn't know what she wants, c'mon, I'll be the one who doesn't know my own name.

Idleness is the essence of human's fantasy. Conversely, so is ambition. I'm self-conscious enough to admit that, once, I harboured the wild dream of becoming a professional footballer. Now, I've grown self-conscious enough to admit that, even if you realise your finest dream of playing football for a living, society doesn't do enough to agree with this dream. Part-time is the most you can dream about in this country, so far. Perhaps, I can just migrate to another country hailing women's soccer. Luckily, I'm passionate enough to be able to do that, but unluckily, society isn't passionate enough to inject me the boost for me to -want- to do that.

True, I'm still very taken by football. But there comes a time when you realise that your dream remains a dream, and life cries for an alternative option. This is when, with some ambivalence, you come to terms with the fact that you don't know what you want. You are glad that you show every bit of loyalty towards your childhood ambition, but you are distressed that people around you are following that trail of light that is their mortal goals. At this age, people expect you to have already decided firmly on your own future. So you realise that, along with some others, you are standing on the spot, while others pass you by -- whether in a blur, or in a crawl, but they are -still- overtaking you.

Though, in the very reality of realities, I believe that for every ambition-seeker, there exists a confused person. Maybe not confused, but nonchalant, apathetic, or otherwise, simply deciding on which forked road to take. For me, at this point in time, it becomes a very familiar "I'll take whatever that comes". I remember some people do scoff at this, but for others, it is a choice of luck by chance, or vice-versa. Will I be the one who will be wandering and stumbling through the irregular trail of life, or will I -- in a train, or feeling the breeze by my room window -- suddenly be hit by the realisation of what I want?

But it seems to me that my mind is currently too full of everything else for it to let in some enlightenment as well. Until the latter materialises as reality, heck -- I'll take life as it is right now. Merry Christmas.

A little Christmas strip on "As somebody once said, The 4 Stages of Life as it is..." =)

P.S. Whoops, sorry, hadn't been able to upload the rest of the strips yet. I should be able to do it before school starts (...I'd better be) ;)

Merry Christmas!

It shall be a busy period for the next few days; incidentally, not for festive reasons.

Tralalalalalalalala

I've posted up the photos. Go ^clover^'s blog for the URL =D

Time for some senses tests.

I did it in 2 seconds.
I deserved an A++!!
Take the How Dexterous Are You? Quiz!!

Completed in it 7 seconds the first time around, then 3 seconds, and finally 2. Don't mess with me dexterity. Kahaha

And then there's this test. Got 14/20 with sound, 12/20 without. Hey what's this? Bio questions! x_X

*Gak* Seems like I'm going graphic intensive suddenly. Hey, it is after all the last couple of weeks till school starts -- one should make the most of it (by -still- not attempting to do homework. Double gak.)

Graffiti decorations
Under a sky of dust

A constant wave of tension
On top of broken trust

The lessons that you taught me
I learn were never true

Now I find myself in question
Guilty by association

I wanna run away
Never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
Instead of wondering why
I wanna know th answers
No more lies
I wanna shut the door
And open up my mind

Paper bags and angry voices
Under a sky of dust
Another wave of tension
Has more than filled me up

Yet--

All my talk of taking action
These words were never true

Now I find myself in question

They point a finger at me again

Guilty by association

You point the finger at me again

And yeah, the lyrics are actually here not only to compliment the drawing above, but also to let me cheat. I can sort of try and think what to write next while typing the lyrics.
Okay, this is going nowhere and it's giving no inspiration. I should just stop.

I wanna run away
Never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
Instead of wondering why
I wanna know th answers
No more lies
I wanna shut the door
And open up my mind

On the other hand, maybe I can do a script on sadness. Bwahaha.

--Runaway, Linkin Park

*glomps computer*
!!! After a few days of events, I'm finally using the compy again! *pops a few moment's worth of confetti*
To celebrate, I shall free-write this entry -- that is, type whatever that comes to my mind right this moment. Yeah, no, I don't usually do this at all. So now you know ^__^
So my freewriting includes rubbish like this and the above sentence, and even when my mind generates nothing, I report that too. Ditto to grammar mistakes. Unabridged version of blog entry. Ha, hahaha.

*points left, or wherever the picture's supposed to appear*
Yes, yesterday sees my marching over to the City Harvest Church for "an X'mas Concert". I have no idea that the concert would be a mini He Yao Sun concert, complete with singing and hopping about and waving glow sticks like a real pop concert. Woohoo! Enjoyed myself immensely. Would be even more glad if only the videos (and pictures) I took actually captured Sun herself. Hmm. Well, there was all this jumping about and this tall black silhouette of a guy in front of me, as well as this conscious effort to hold the camera just slightly above waist level since no one else seemed to be photographing as well. Oh well ^^

The lines you see in the first two photos? I put them there deliberately, together with some other Photoshop-ping. Was experimenting. Anyway it decreased the perceived amount of the original camera noise, so yay.
Heehee, was so glad to finally see some of THE friends. So now I can finally put face to name next time (t)he(y) was mentioned in blog. But he wasn't the same cu-te way I had imagined him to be ^^;; (Had imagined shorter rounder cuter. Or was I thinking Doraemon? ^__^||| [by the way, the Christmas Layout is coming just fine...])

Then, thenthenthen then I also met some of the gals I met some time back when I taught them softball. *whistles* Was very pleasantly surprised; -that- was very coincidental. Well, the church was near their school after all. And there I was wondering who they were waving to so frantically in my direction. *haha*

Nice people nice concert nice rain too. -_- Ah well, it was part of the fun huh? *grinz* Despite all your reminders for me not to oversleep on the train, I -nearly- went past Outram Park -- was suddenly jerked awake by mystical forces to see the train doors wide open. In my attempts to strain my neck to see any visible station name, I thought I saw "Outram". In the end I alighted the train rather calmly, just before the doors kiapped on me, I must say.

Yay, am typing a lot of superflous words and sentences.
The last two pictures were taken by a rather mad cameraman/gal ^^ (Oops)
Mm, it's 12.33a.m. and I will have the second last softball training today before school starts. Will qualified people please scream with me,

I HAVEN'T EVEN TOUCHED MY HOMEWORK YET WHAT THE HELL

Okay, anyway I'm watching the Tottenham v.s. Manchester United match now.

So, do you want me to post the rest of the pictures up... somewhere, or send it via email? Alright, 'til next time.

Gosh, it's already 2-0 to United. What has become-d of the footballing world? I bet they will top the table by the final whistle.

---s.C. out

Yesterday, K's parting words over the end of chalet was, "Don't don't remember to come for training on Friday."

Superfluity aside, I spent this morning dreaming about My Bike And I: The tale of running/cycling around the country and never reaching your destination
It bespoke of how a girl tried to get to a certain training on a Friday morning, but somehow ended up rushing around on her bike, never reaching the elusive training grounds.
(And therefore, experiencing no training. Even until 3.05pm, as the dream-watch said)

Ah. The Freudian Slip of dreams.

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And from the tale of an utter slacker, to that of an... unslacker...

Saw Sanmay on television; she was in Focus.
Eheh, not that we're supposed to feel suprised... but hmm, I learnt that she had since gone to a private school. (And that she "didn't win a gold" in the SEA Games. So did she win medals of other colours?? @__@)

And then there's the "if leg is injured, then we'll have to train the arms, and vice-versa, so there isn't any rest throughout the year" thing.
Heh, wow. ^__^

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(And from the tale of an unslacker to the excuse of the slacker,)

My left lower 1-quarter-below-the-between-the-calf-and-the-feet HURTS when I walk. I can't put weight on the leg. It had been so since this morning (or afternoon. Whenever I woke up.)
I had instances of this last time, but it'd always heal after a few minutes. This time, it didn't, so I found the spot in which the sting originated from, and I rubbed/knocked/hit/knuckled it so that I can walk normal for the next few seconds. A few seconds.
Then Ow again.

Madness. As if I broke something while tossing in my sleep. ¬_¬
So now I hobble around the house, trying to look normal when striding past my parents (because as parents, they ask you what the matter is, and then some. I don't think this warrants the trouble).
So... I'll sleep it over and see.

P.S. Added manga links plus some more links on the left. See if it interest you. It interested me (since who-knows-when, but I keep forgetting to link).

PP.S. Ah~ ^^ And the stars were really glittering on the night of chalet. Also, on the other night in my room, I could actually glimpse much glittering in my peripheral vision! (Well, as much as our urban lights allow. Well.)
So, it is the sky-watching season again?? ^o^/

Wrote an entry just now, but got sucked right down the cyber drain.

One word: lack-of-memory. Browser goes swooosh.

And whad'ya know? I was just typing that:

"I've just found that my browser couldn't connect to the server. Which means I have to copy this whole entry, open Notepad, paste in Notepad, save, suggest a name for the file, click Start, press Turn off Computer, restart, wait, and wait some more, log on, wait again, "

Before that, I had been giving a rather live commentory on how the various programmes are crashing one after another. Too bad it didn't survive the on-slaught either. ^__^

So, these previous paras in a glance before the unfortunate multi-crashing of systems:

1. s.C. announces: Computer is whacked.
2. Vague hints of computer-bashing going on in background.
3. Can't view videos
4. Can't hear sounds
5. Trillian goes onoffonoff sporadically
6. BitTorrent crashed just as I was typing.
7. Let us embrace the fact that Photoshop is still working.

Before I crank the machine into a restart, let me announce my being back from chalet today. (Audience: "What? You were gone?")
^^;; Well yes... wasn't too evident was it...

X3 and I bought back home 2 new mangas~

Another fund-raising event. Strangely, it was not tiring, but I need to go to bed around now. (After watching Blackburn denied a draw against Arsenal. Oh well.)
Oh, I also saw WMin there ^^

A tribute to my favourite transcendent bishounen. 2 weeks past his birthday. Urk. *strangles self*

See, I had been feeling angry with myself for the past couple of days, which translates into no blogging. (But somehow I see that my subconsciousness blogged on the 10th and 11th. ¬_¬)
So I channelled this feeling into my layout. ("Sanzo! Why the hell are you SO handsome?? Do you know it's veRY hard to recreate you using the inferiority of Photoshop?? GRRR.")

And thus I finished the layout. ^__^

Now I can attend tomorrow's fund-raising event in peace.

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About homework. That was part -- if not whole -- of the reason why I was angry. Anyway, no, I hadn't completed anything major. If at all.
Realistically, I calculated that I would need one full day to dig out the homework itself. But I wasn't worried about the homework much. I was more worried about the script for Dramafest.

You know what my problem is? I totally lack concentration. Sometimes you find that my blog content veers off in another direction altogether -- Attack of the Lack!concentration. That's also why I find it so hard to complete the next chapter of the fanfic -- the moment I thought of something, and fished out my pen and paper, I would have forgotten what I had wanted to write about. So I sit there in a meditating position and -try- to figure out. Mostly without avail. Do you know that it's already an utter achievement that I managed to string this whole paragraph together with links, and kept(sort of) to the subject? (That's why GP essay writing comes so hard as well, but I digress.)
Just painting today's example:
Surfing the Net. Ah! I suddenly want to go thisthatthis site. So I bring up a new browser window by Ctrl-N. Unfortunately, after the browser comes up, my mind is as blank as the blank in the URL box. *meditates* Okaay, I remember now. Carefully I type in the URL, in case any sudden movement proves a potential hazard by jerking off my train of thought.
(Repeat the cycle for several "Ah!"s.)

-_-
Yes, it's absolutely demented. But actually that's not what I was talking about. See, the script (and hopefully NOT the homeworks) should be due at the very most by this year. The WHOLE faculty has ME as the script writer; I'm not helping myself.
Today I was trying to reheat something. So I turn the knob to trigger the flame. And whoops! the knob came off. Nevermind. So I transfer the pot to the other, um, what you call that... the other heating unit, and turn the knob for that one. But whadd'ya know?? I was -thinking- about turning -this- knob -- even envisioning it -- but Lack!concentration attacks again and I turned -another- knob. I was so surprised it made me jump a bit.

Yay ^^ I went off-topic again, I think.
Nah, I was just illustrating with explicit elaborations(TM: GP essay) about my condition.
Anyways, this script (I shouldn't even be spending my time blogging) has me getting afraid of ringing phones. Who knows? The next caller might just be Them. Them who chase the script. So my heart does a jump or two when the phone rings, which happened to be rather frequent today.

The other writing problem of mine is that I can't even imagine where to begin.
If you give me a plot (which I already have in this case), so what. Where do I begin? My mind is scattered with shards of iridescent ideas. One moment, this piece of idea shines. The next moment -- before I can grasp it (and strangle it) -- the glitter fades, leaving me in an elusive pursuit of yet another idea. And this is only for me to -begin- the writing.
Actually, this might be stemming from an over-active/graphic mind. Sure, I'm glad that my mind does OT for free. But eventually, this only adds up to no creativity, because everything is there, yet nothing materialises.

And I still feel very guilty for not updating the fanfic as... um, often as I should.

And my homework, truth be told, has not been touched. What I did over the holidays was reading Peter James' Denial, and Michael Crichton's Prey. Michael Crichton has just confirmed his place in my "Favourite Author" spot.

By the way, been starting to watch Full Metal Alchemist. Cool cool cool. I've already burnt 2 CDs of it.

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Wait. I thought my dad was computer savvy? I mean, I even heard him teaching his collegues some stuff before. But apparently, that's not enough.
He had asked me to remember this web address: www.XXXXXX.com/XXX

Okay, so, a few minutes later,
"So what's the address?" He was asking as he typed.
Since he was typing correctly so far -- www.XXXXXX.c -- I decided to hmmpth a reply and proceeded to ignore him.
Then,
www.XXXXXX.com.XXX

"Woah woah! Hold it there! That should be a slash. It's a directory."
Disbelieving. "Slash? Mm, okaay,"
www.XXXXXX.com/XXX.com

"!!! no '.com'!"
Incredulous. "What?? Why? But everything should end in ".com"!" Okaaay, point taken. "It's just a directory. Nevermind, just try without .com first."

So, yay.
But it had me enlightened that some people actually think www.XXXXXX.com.XXX.com is a valid address. Wow.

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What? You mean we pay taxes for owning TVs??
Is that a little-known fact or am I just plain ignorant? (I hope it's the former.)

P.S. Oh yeah, I added a TagBoard.

Does it strike one as weird, that you can receive a phone call in which the caller confirms your phone number, pauses a long time before continuing to speak, then you affirm the other's inquiry about your name, then hear much subdued "ah, um...", before getting hung up on?

It's as if the caller wants to check my presence in the house.

The saiyuki translation is done.

Am now in otiose mode.

In a fit of general altruism, I've convenienced the school's sheltered walkway with a skylight, free of charge.

*shrug*
Well yeah, it was no big deal. The softball just whizzed off my bat and crashed the roof; no big expenses involved.

The school will be glad to know that the ceramic used is of not-too-great quality.
...well, if they ever found out.

@_@
"Scanning" these pictures actually train my arm.
Hold. Focus. Hey, no shaking! *shakeshake flash* Argh have to take again~ ('cause I'm a perfectionist when it comes to this.) And I've to hold the book at an angle towards the light or else the light/shadow will reflect/darken.

Heh^^ anyway, I've tried my best to get rid of the camera noise ya.
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The image page is here.
Proper translation will be posted later, don't worry.
By the way, I was quite glad and tickled at watching the Star Awards just now. Tickled by the scenes such as Mark Lee's, Patricia Mok's, and Huang Yiliang's acceptence speeches and Gordan Lam himself. These people are just made to be hilarious aren't they ^__^.
And then I'm really glad that deserved actor(s) and actress(es) got their due credits at last *grinz*
I usually don't catch the Star Awards, but when I saw Gordam Lam (and then Gallen Lo) giving out the awards, I started to watch it.

But you know what? When Xie Shaoguang mentioned "and thank you, XXX, for your great script!", I was at once (unfortunately) reminded of the Dramafest script I have to write. ("OH shit!!! *#@!%%#*!") I think it's due this year. I think I haven't even started it. Let's not even think that I may have forgotten it until he mentioned it. -_-