Time passes so fast – all of a sudden I'm legal to drink, drive and club [No gambling, because that's 21. D:] when I was still snickering about the legal age to have sex. As always, before my birthday ends in Singapore time, I have to thank the lovely people who commemorated by 18th birthday with me.

My Classmates
All of them for doing that embarrassing mandatory birthday song, and humouring me by consuming the Bacardi Breezer I sponsored, but particularly :
Joyce [wispen] with the flambé M cake and the teddy card
Jess [arrghigiveup] with the flambé M cake, the vintage needle holder and card
Jase [greatbalderdash] with the ManU Treble Season Coin Collection and Gary Neville Card
Guan Hui with the (cute) copyright infringing card
Lydia with the birthday note
Angelia with the birthday SMS
Greg with the birthday SMS

My Friends
Scrunge [scrunge] with a gift art of me and an extension on my LJ Paid account
Joey [vox_veritas] with an honourary photostory
Nat [bluestraggler] with turtle-pr0n based off my fic [or so I presume XD]
Jame [dyspepticsm] with a morning birthday SMS
Emera [eluneth] with a birthday card of Aure
Prophile [prophile] with a photo post
Mainey with online birthday greetings

…My dad's girlfriend with yet-to-be-bought track shoes

Essentials
My dad with a Tamron macro lens
And of course Djinn [silencestation], for everything. [Alright, so this year it was tales of woe, The Sims : Seasons and lovely M18 gift art.]

I spent the last ten minutes of my birthday, the 16th of May, giggling at Djinn and having Azri lick my fingers. Thank you all very much and you know I'll be back with a detailed report asap. :] I'm tremendously lucky to have you all love me, I know.

EDIT to add US-time Well-wishers XD

Late-tees US-time Well-Wishers
raywing
Feli [feli]
MH-san [caffeinecowgirl]
Kimi [kimikokai]
allende
phoenix
Bern [mushrooms]
Sarah [shinigamid]
catatonic_cats
nekromance
Melissa [night_child80] with a birthday card of her new girl
Veronica [cautiverio] with a birthday card of Salomé
Far Cry [techn0ir]
Ruthie [ruthieangel]

Thanks guys. :DDD

You know, the only real issue I have wit' all dese American kiddies on my flist is that all your exams are done/gonna be done, and here I am at 8 in the morning retching out a likely to be 1.5 word essay on poetry comparison [main theme : insanity. One of the poet's : Sylvia Plath. hooooo boy.] while still not recovering from sounding completely unsexy. [Unless you find really strangely undulating vocal pitch/volume sexy...and it's not like I have this huge want to sound sexy or anything, I sound like an airstewardess most of the time.]

Today is not about you kiddies though, today is about all the lovely mothers [whether American or not, of course XD] on Djinn's and my flist, of course including the ones we got to know when you were already mommies and the others we got to know before. ♥



Here's Tangled Web's own little girl wishing you a very Happy Mothers' Day. We hope you wonderful ladies have an awesome time today with your family with lots of love from your kids.
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What we're doing today? The schedule is to hop to the temple close to afternoon, and have a gander at my mom [hopefully with binoculars this time, the spiritual tablets are filling up fast and reflecting very blindingly off the glass], hang amongst the incense and smoke and feel our throats degenerate while thinking back on all the good times [likely thematically, what happened on other Mothers' Days] and wait 'till all the incense finishes burning themselves up. I aim for this to be bittersweet and happy. We've been good at that lately.

After that, will be off to lunch, and out to retrieve my grandma and treat her out to a good meal, complete with a gift from her favourite grand-daughters [her favourite is Djinn, I think I'm second...] and then the day will be finished and I'll spend the rest of the night leaving footy on the telly and doing the rest of my homework/studying.

Saying life is good would be a lie, but I can't say life is bad, either. I'm rather content, really.

Funny how I'm definitely more bothered by the fact that I'm wavering through a state of existence/surrealism/existentialism due to some ridiculously body-affecting flu and throat inflammation shizzle than the fact that I have a ligament in my ankle completely torn. Djinn and I just spent a late evening/night tossing and turning [since I unfortunately but inevitably passed on the virus, and she was knocked down with a 39.4 fever] - and I got the same hallucinations in the nature of my infamously used example [strangely enough I never posted about it, but it had a lot to do with thinking I was a Toys 'R' Us employee and zips being out of stock when I was doing one of my overnight sewing binges].

I actually lost my voice halfway in school yesterday, and if you know me IRL you know this is some agony, because I can't stop wanting to speak up in class [especially RE:Literature and KI/GP lecture...]. I had to resort to scribbling on paper and making strange pantomime-eqsue gesticulations without the words. [Think Stan from Monkey Island on mute.] This weirded the teachers out when they were asking yes/no questions, since I was nodding/shaking my head furiously and shrugging in the most demonstrative manner. This was particularly significant when I ran into my form teacher after class :

[MAE is making her way downstairs in an effort to get home to Djinn and later make their way to the doctor's. Her FORM TEACHER just so happens to be waiting at the base of the staircase from Lecture Theatre 3.]
FORM TEACHER : Ma(y/e)!
MAE : [nods] :D?
FORM TEACHER : Did you just let off?
MAE : [vigourous nodding] :|
FORM TEACHER : [is a little bewildered] You came from upstairs?
MAE : [some more vigourous nodding] :]
FORM TEACHER : Is Christine coming down?
MAE : [pauses to think for a bit] :O?... [then nods again for confirmation] :|
FORM TEACHER : [is quite bewildered] Okay, thank you.
MAE : [leans in to croak into her ear] i've lost my voice. D:
FORM TEACHER : Oh! Oh dear.

So it should not be much of a surprise that I'm not in school today, considering that it is about 6.30 in the morning and I am here deliriously typing an LJ entry before I go and attempt to sleep without the existentialist Waiting for Godot type of hallucinations -

ESTRAGON : Let's go.
VLADIMIR: We can't.
ESTRAGON: Why not?
VLADIMIR: We're waiting for Godot.

THE CONTINUATION OF THE ADVENTUROUS FORAYS OF MAE INTO MEDI-LAND!

So today I went to see the specialist again - the MRI scans were to be reviewed today to see what was up with the ligament. I didn't sleep, so I was on time, but we had to wait anyway. Finally the 10.00 appointment was fulfilled at 10.35, and we trooped into the room.

( So Dr Jenkins, we meet again... )
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One day I'll look back on this and laaaaaaaaaaaugh.

I realised if my el-jay wasn't what it is, it would probably be "The Layman's Journal of the Medi-world". Yup, that means it's time for another Interesting Medical Anecdote.

Today's anecdote is about my first, and hopefully only MRI. If you've known me since my secondary school days with the air cast and Grapefruit of the Flesh [regrettably the picture is dead, so you won't see it now], you'll know that I have a niggly ligament issue with my left ankle, and after another sprain a while back from tripping at a pedestrian crossing [don't ask], I've had throbs of pain even when I'm not running/walking/bloody doing anything. Compiled with pain in my right knee and constant hurt week after week of 10 rounds around the track, my dad figured it was time to make it over to a specialist.

Today the specialist concluded it would be good for me to do an MRI, just to see what was up with my ligament. I balked at the price like no tomorrow, but my dad said no matter [though later at lunch he said that it's only proof that you need to be decently financially-able to take complete care of your health] and we hopped off to Asiamedic Specialist Center in Shaw Tower to get a scan on my ankle.
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( Fascinating is a word I use for the unexpected. Interesting shall suffice here. )

It turns out that he wasn't at the monitoring station all the time as evident from my dad's gleeful narration of how he was so nice and emerged from the room to ask him if he wanted a cup of coffee and whether he was doing fine. [He did, indeed, want a coffee and he did, indeed, make him one.]
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It's inconsequential to you whether or not my ligament has serious issues or non-serious issues, but if I'm so able I'll probably attempt to get back the X-rays of my ankle and my knee and the MRI scans and if I'm so bored I'll get them scanned for the sake of going "You can see right through me!".

Cross-sectioned Cookies for quote identification. No chips for google search!

( For something I really should've talked about ages ago – school Idol auditions. )
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( Family Day this Saturday morning, whereupon my class earned off ourselves playing KoF:MI and Halo. )
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So yesterday I hopped off to the hospital and terrorised my doctor in this :


[Pardon the marijuana-ed expression, please.]

Oh, fine, technically I didn't. I had a jacket over it because my dad was there and I didn't want any awkward questions about turtles. After quite a long while in repeat contemplation of the twenty thousand issues I have with ligaments and knees, my dad kindly shuttled us off and we went to watch TMNT for the fourth time.

In that. Yes. In fact, it ( looks like this. )

Very sweetly, Djinn rushed this out for me, I did the finishing touches of CGing and potentially drawing a lawsuit with the recreation of the title 'TMNT' as well as ironed it onto a shirt. And it turned out very nicely! I was also wearing the terrible rubber wristband that said "TMNT" which came with the movie OST.

And I went to see TMNT. For the fourth time. WITH THIS. [Thank goodness the counter went up to my chest.]

Cue the uber-geek in the theatre grinning her head off and placing where all the songs in the OST show up in the movie. [This ubergeek also made off later to get Pokemon Diamond and Pearl before toddling off home carefully to rest, thankfully not a ravaged cartilage, but a sore tendon and definitely loose, potentially torn ligament.]

I bet you're wondering where all the eye-burning terrifying art and fangirlism that will inevitably come sooner or later is. The answer is - next time. ::evil cackle::

- Oh, and as a finishing note : Does anyone else have a huge problem getting a female Chimchar whether in Pearl or Diamond as a girl? Because after restarting about 20 or so times is getting really frustrating. Oh, and just so this shows up in Google and keeps my good name there - TURTLECEST. SOON. I SWEAR.

I have a few things to talk about! That I haven't the time. I wasn't going to post, but I think there's something I really should do before it's too late.

PLEASE WATCH TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES. Please. Relive that childhood [even if you never had it]! It's so fantastic that Djinn and I have gone to watch it thrice and plan to watch it at least twice more.

It made me so happy, the script is really good and particularly entertaining for older fans of TMNT. The rendering is also fantabulous, I adore their expressions and the fight scenes are fast and furious, very nice. Also - gah, the best scene ever is the clash all TMNT fans have been waiting for : Raph versus Leo. BRILLIANT. [And kind of hot.] I really wanted to do this long review on how lovely it is, and how funny and witty and enjoyable it is - but I simply can't find the words to describe it. Please please please please go and watch TMNT. TAT I implore, beg, etc of you, before its run finishes. TAAAAAT Especially you American dudes - they need to break 100mil in domestic box office to get a sequel and they're not gonna make it! TAAAAAAAAAAT

I love Djinn. :D She is a chameleon! Who can draw humans and turtles! Imagine that. :O
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Also, before I run off, I'm going to be baleful about falling to bits. After having a hangover without alcohol in the morn I scooted myself down to the doctor today, deciding once and for all to check whether that bronchitis was gone, what's up with the pain in my knee and my ankle and what's up with the up-throat business. So the gastric virus was not a surprise, the bronchitis shouldn't be a problem anymore but definitely the ankle is somewhat loose ligament-wise again and the knee has cartilage issues - ie. mild to moderate symptoms of osteoarthritis. I might have to go to a orthopedic specialist again, which sucks money - and that gets me.

It seems that in regards to medical issues that ignorance is bliss. I remember Djinn thoughtfully saying that her tooth - and my tooth - didn't hurt until they poked at it. And it probably would have continued like that if they didn't poke at it. And it's true. Not saying that ignoring my knee or my ankle would've nullified the pain, but certainly I'd have less of a time being frustrated about it. The knowledge [that I acquired after looking at Wiki because the doctor that was in today was not the metro, young tanned one who is very good about explaining what the hey is really going on, but the nice but rather patronising older guy who does not care to tell me anything - come on dude, how the hell would I know what glucosamine is] that I basically can't recover/heal my knee cartilage is kind of getting to me - like the horrid realisation when I was 7 that I would never have perfect vision again.
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::goes away to contemplate turtles::

I am, by nature, not a very emotional person. I react fast and furious when I'm angered by some case of distressing (retarded-type) absurdity, but it's a fleeting sensation which leaves my body soon enough. Maybe it's more that I don't operate on long-term business, or I've no real idea how to react to something more serious than people being inefficient/infuriatingly ineffectual.

That's pretty much why I'm hardly struck with buying impulses and I can talk myself out of these buying impulses, I maintain a steady heart-rate when I'm retrieving a doll I've been waiting forever for, and I am less susceptible to heart-wrenching movies or scenes. Sincerely after the incident, I am wholly able to talk about it without batting an eyelid, describe it without batting an eyelid and I've only wept once about it since - to ensure that my secondary school would stop sending me to a counsellor re:special family situations. Often I don't feel like I need help - simply because I don't feel anything about it.

( All consciousness separates; but in dreams we put on the likeness of that more universal, truer, more eternal man dwelling in the darkness of primordial night. )

I suppose the one thing about this occurance is the comfort of realisation that I must be more human than I worried I was. Thanks Freud.

So it be the last day of my holiday, of which I spent doing my work and readings and a little bit of Tangled stuff [no block tests, you see]. Going back to school makes me baleful, because there's so much more constructive work I do at home as opposed to attempting not to stone out in lectures and staying awake – whereupon I completely lose my urge when the lecturer worriedly asks the rest of the people in lecture : "Am I going too fast?" ZOMG NO.
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I had the joy of going out with Djinn on Friday and getting Sheva a suit, hee. I like the look! Very stylish. I'll definitely take an Armani-type photoshoot when I can. : D

Also, explaining my ::headdesk:: type of entry with Sheva's intro post – well, people will know; Djinn will know and now you will know that I'm not the type to first of all buy stuff. I don't indulge. I hardly want things. I didn't want to want Sheva. As Djinn said in a bit of a giggle about it I seemed to be sunk. And I dignifiedly got Sheva for myself with the gingham dress, except Djinn couldn't resist buying a pretty little cheongsam for her future bunny and Sheva to share.

So you'll have to suffer my photos of a stuffed lamb. I'm sorry, but you'll have to deal with it.
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This is a shameless, but wholehearted appeal for the artistic folks on my LJ to contribute to sangrose10. It saddens me that there's little activity; I love the concept and I don't want to let it die and rot, it would be lovely to see you guys there. We've switched to a bi-monthly prompt system, so working on prompts won't be too much of a rush. Do check it out and consider! March/April prompts have just been posted.

Past the plea, I haven't posted the semi-recent art recently, so here goes :

old → new; click for full view


Also, since I've joined Synapse [Publications] in my school, I've done a few graphics ie. two posters for CCA Carnival and an illustration for one of my articles, so here goes : ( Posters : 1. Pen is Mightier than the Sword, 2. Read Between the Lines; and Shine )
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Since the dramatic! story arc I'm taking right now will not appear on Tangled until high heavens fall etc. [since we're posting it when Tangled has finally been rehauled], I figure it's harmless to post this.



Sei says it all. Also, the lovely luxurious thing he's wearing is named ~*Seishurou*~, given to us by the ever-lovely Joey [vox_veritas]. ♥ He looks fantastic in it. Brings out his eyes.

[All photos from Saffie except the pimp one, thank you!]

Long overdue - well, not quite, but overdue anyhow is a megre little account of the History Seminar which was a sad little cobbled-together event which requires you to present your cases in skit format! Similarly, my junior college's skit was cobbled together technically three days before the preliminary round, whereupon the week before Chinese New Year, my ex-form/history teacher strolled in, gravely closed the doors and said :

"We need two more people for the History Seminar team. The other five are from our class, so we can make it a class activity. Anyone? Please please please we really want to send a team for this"

Flashback to a week ago, when the History Seminar was first annouced, Joyce and I agreed to mutually hold out unless he came to beg since we were deathly afraid of its repercussions on time needed. I guess we decided this constituted as begging, so Joyce said :

"Okay. We sacrifice our two souls to your cause."

Wouldn't you think it. I could say I did. In the midst of Chinese New Year homework, Djinn worked out the concept of the play with the relevant information and research from me, I wrote the script and rehearsals started three days before the preliminaries. With singing and dancing, we were hoping we'd have a chance.

( Just a couple of group photos after we were done with the premilinaries. )

As fate would have it [or as NUS History lecturers who laugh at cunning stunts would have it], we were not to "hang up our dancing shoes yet", because we got into the finals to be held a week later. [In a lecture theatre, ohjoy.]

This led to another bout of "Let's make Mae look like a pimp!" during rehearsal, of which only exists this proof :



Look! It's Mae with more fur and in wonky lighting kinda making her look like a Misty Blue Bambicrony [either that or a Smurf pimp].

In any case, we did not place in the top three apparently largely because of limited scope. I suppose there's not much that one can expect out of a silent movie/musical that would be named "Springtime for Hitler" if it weren't named "The Theater of Tragedy: Popular Culture as Political Discourse in Interwar Germany" with the subtitle 'the transformation of cabaret in Germany during the interwar years from a medium of Weimar indulgence and pleasure to one of Nazi extremism and political mobilisation'. Fantastic. I love my history teacher.

We basically gypped off Cabaret, made reference to Jud Süß, The Producers [the original], and made it a silent movie transition into sound [because of the coming of sound in the interwar era]. So -



Welcome to the Cabaret!

CAST :
EMCEE Joel Grey - Mae
JEW/CABARET GIRL - Joyce
NAZI/'JEW'/HITLER - Danial
PIANIST - Yien
GERMAN/CABARET GIRL - Chris(tine), Saffie
GERMAN/GERMAN GIRL/CABARET GIRL - Angelia
[Forgive us for the costumes. We were really on short budget and time. Also, I'd reccommend you not click if World War II re: the Europe side is a very sensitive issue with you. X3;;;]

( A sequence of images from the performance we did in the finals. )

So we didn't win anything, but after a bit of Vodka and a whiskey* I decided I didn't give a shit. Now that I think about it, I can't believe we got away with it in the first place. What an offensive little play.

[*that is, if I could have a bit of Vodka and a whisky...]

As it is, I just found out on Monday that the throat inflammation I had developed into bronchitis, prolly because of the History Seminar. My lungs are all blocked up! [Although I don't think my air sacs are collapsing. Yet.] I beg for the one-week holidays for a brief respite of not going to school. That would be nice.

Somehow, my school's team - or rather, my class' team, since none of the other classes joined in - has gotten ourselves into the finals of the History Seminar (drama) held by the National University of Singapore with a very, very offensive play about Interwar Years.

Djinn helped to conceptualise said script and I wrote it. It's a tiny little event, but nevertheless, it's nice that we did well enough to get into the finals, which is good enough for me. :] I don't think we could get anywhere near winning, because we're really very offensive, but we've already reached my personal target, so that's fine.

Thanks for all the work guys, let's pull it out for another week and offend everybody as much as we can on Saturday!

I wanted to post pictures, but I haven't been able to acquire them from my teacher nor my teammate yet, so I'll post the only picture I have so that you all can wonder what we're doing. :D



"Where my ho's at?"

Thankfully, only part of that costume is mine. XD

Back from school and awaiting, I suppose, the advent of the (Chinese) New Year. One loses track of time when one has 4 new years to experience in one year, oh Singapore.

( A little on my day in school on the eve of the eve of Chinese New Year )

I've recently been binging on alternative music from the 90s, mayhaps my favourite era of music. My compilations of 90s alternatives are full of songs commenting on social erosion without directly saying it, and back then we had classics like Paranoid Android. The new century brought in the age of the whores. D:

On the other hand, I find this a cue to share my phonecam pictures with you. This is the first time I've been able to transfer photos! Yey.




My favourite and latest phonecam photo. That note had been there for a while, and I've no idea what it's been through, what it's for or who it's from. Where was better?

( Excerpts from Life, because that's what phonecams are for. )

And just thematically with my LJ :



'Tis a pity I've so much homework over the long weekend, including a script for a history drama. All the better to avoid the relatives on my dad's side, I suppose.

So this morning my dad popped in, largely cheery because he didn't have to wake up early to shuttle me off to school. Cue scene :

[MAE and DJINN are dead asleep, because MAE has spent the larger part of her night and morning rolling around in Great Agony and DJINN stayed up to watch England vs Spain and Germany vs Switzerland take care of MAE. DAD hops into the bedroom.]
(Chinese in italics.)

DAD : [chipper] Hey, how is she now?

DJINN : [groggy] She is....very UNFORTUNATE.

DAD : Ya. Very UNFORTUNATE.
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At least now I'm medicated and covered for today's absence.
On the flipside, I must continue the log of my travails with doctors. I recently had an encounter with the first commercial dentist I've ever gone to see, because in Singapore they send over government-sanctioned nurses and dentists to provide dental care. Of course the thing is that they don't give a damn, so my last experience with them in secondary school I bled all over the place, and the filling she put in fell out a few months later. For the past year my tooth has been chipping away and I've been lamenting to my dad that we need to get to a dentist stat [Djinn had the same problem, except for far longer]. Only recently have we discovered a dentist close-by, and scheduled an appointment.

So I went first, and it was concluded that she would clear up the decay in my badly chipped tooth, put a dressing and wait to see if it was better to put a permanent filling or if I should go for root canal treatment. So cue another scene :

( The one with Mae and the Dentist. )
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YOU KNOW SHE TOLD DJINN THAT IT WAS GOING TO HURT LATER? SHE'S AGE-IST! And also my dressing on the tooth has eroded into a sad little slope down from my molar. Bits started to fall out a few hours after the appointment. TAT I GET NO RESPECT. And the anaesthesia lasted for three hours.

[Also, RE : icon, yes, Robin van Persie (right) IS groping Almunia's (left) PENIS. YOU HEARD ME. PENIS.]

Sitting down in the hours of break, working, working, study.
Then food poisoning, potential root canal treatment, twisted ankle, diahorrhea, cramps.

My god, I'm falling apart. In February. And plus, I think my teachers on Thursdays hate me. The truth is, why would I want to skip school if I've finished my work? Man, I'm pissed. I'm going to attempt to ignore this and force myself into slumber. With any luck I'll awake early enough to complete my econs and my history.
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On a slightly more positive note - Tea and Ren's new eyesies! Yay for gurls.

( Football and country-ist slurs... )
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On the other hand, I've been happy with sewing progress these few weeks [*note: I only do this in my free, and I mean free time]. Out of the three things I've gotten done two of them are articles of clothing new to me, like an actual formal shirt with proper collar and cuffs and little button-holes for the new one coming along in a too-far future. TAT

The other one, the one I just finished, is a hoodie. [Okay, technically the only addition is a hood, but it has a pocket and it's a new jacket pattern.] This one is for Chai.



You might recognise the crest on his pocket, or wonder what the hey 'CFC' is supposed to mean. It stands for Chelsea Football Club, and is one of, if not the only, failing flaws of our sweet, computer studies student Chaitanya. Chai is a rabid Chelsea fan, a trait passed on from his dad who is a rabid Chelsea fan, so insane that all of his children, all 13 of them, have names starting with 'Ch' - for example, Chaitanya, his twin sister Chakori, and his rebellious [Arsenal fan] younger brother Chain. Chai would be such a pleasant boy without his fanatic adoration of the club. As it is, Sei [Man U fan] and him make the weekend very unhappy. "Chelsea won! Watch your back, United!" "We're thrashing 'Spurs, so you can forget your Premiership!" "HOW DARE YOU" "WE'LL KICK YOUR SORRY BLUE ASS" "RED GEEZERS" "WHO SAID YOU CAN'T WIN THE CUP WITH GEEZERS?!" etc.

I had quite a time with the iron-on for some unfathomable reason and had to scrape and trash a few. But it worked out anyway, and looking at the crest makes me laugh at him mercilessly. Also, Djinn thought he might look a bit odd with a hoodie because of his huge noggin but I like to think it's pretty decent. :D He's wearing it over his England shirt at the moment.

To pack and to sleep. I'm stupid and I twisted my left ankle badly again, after the cross-country. $*#($()@(*$(#

The end of the day comes - the lockers not yet occupied, the doors swing in the wind under fluorescence.



Self-portraiture in vain.

I think I'm ahead, or so I like to think I am. I've managed to do all my work in advance to free up the little time I have when I get home, so I can do other things like sew. I'm thinking it's not possible, and I'd better take advantage of this lighter load of work while I can before the A'Level rush comes in to smack me on the head, so I've been sewing. I am an industrious individual by nature, I've found. I hate blaming it on horoscope but that's one way to explain it.

One of the more interesting questions I've encountered this week was "Do you feel liberated?", it followed with "I mean, in Synapse, from Visual Arts." My answer was yes, accompanied with a why?. He said that he was going through a bad process in his current co-curricular activity, and the girl sitting next to me said she was too. I felt really sorry. "Oh man," I said, "Oh man, I'm so sorry. But you see, I think they measure your CCA in your testimonial year by year. That's why I made sure I was out of Visual Arts before the first session in the beginning of the year." They nodded in faint and sorrowful agreement, and decided they may as well last it out the next 4 months. "You see," I said, "There's no point spending your entire week dreading that two and a half hours of CCA, no point spoiling your life like that." I hit the nail on the head, the girl said with great misery. I said, "Well, next time, don't torture yourself like this. Life is only this short." I held up my hand, with a 6 centimetre gap between my thumb and my index finger. The girl laughed, imitated my hands and told the guy - "Your life is only this short!"

Yeap, your life is only this short.

I've also been having these sex and sexuality talks in civics and I find no sympathy for teens with Aids without having acquired it through birth or rape or something that was completely not their faults. All the teens say, "I never thought this would happen to me." Despite all these civics talks and the biology chapter in secondary 2? Where the hey have you been? Jeebus.

I think I'm actually rambling because I have nothing to say. My life currently mainly consists of living through the week and moaning for the arrival of something that will probably only come in the beginning of March.

[Also, this is just one of the sweetest things I've ever seen. I like it when people make the world better. :]

( a little spiel on Morality. )
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To offset that, here's a fantastic advertisement, March of the Emperor - er, Penguins. It's one of the only things that has amused me so, so much in such a long time. :]

And completed art, which I haven't done in a long time. This resulted after I finished my homework early and had a few hours to work on it.



I'm quite pleased with it. Now to get back to business and attempt to sew something while Arsenal vs Man U goes on - I hate to say it, but I'm gunning for the Gooners due to PETR - I mean, PERSONAL REASONS. [And at least I'm used to Man U and Livvy losing!] Still sulking that Robin van Persie isn't playing. He's my perve material and the only thing I watch the Arses for. :(

EDIT : Hot damn, maybe I should stop supporting clubs. The one time I'm not behind Livvy and Man U...after all these years of seeing them do silly things and lose...This might actually make some sense.

EDIT 2 : Amazing. Right after this they sub Brat [van Persie] on, equalise [with Brat, no less] and pull a one-up on Man U with Henry. [Sorry Gaz and Edwin van der Sar, but you can afford to lose!] At least 3 Thierry/Brat moments. I sleep happy. :]

[SETTING : the 616th meeting of the Bulletin of Atomic Scientists. A large hall with many, many scientists (Atomic, of course) - reminiscent of the United Nations General Assembly. One can hear hushed whispers, fast and furious, which swell and stop abruptly as the HEAD SCIENTIST calls the meeting to order.]

HEAD SCIENTIST : I am afraid, that the recent developments of the world can only mean the one thing we have known for years – the end of the world.

[Enthusiastic, grave nodding.]

HEAD SCIENTIST : We will have to recommend that the world gets rid of their nuclear weaponry again, whereupon we will all lose our jobs.

[Urgent whispers start up again.]

HEAD SCIENTIST : But you know how well that went over with the Russians and the Americans the last time, haha.

[Relieved murmurs.]

HEAD SCIENTIST : What we have to do, however, is to shift the DOOMSDAY CLOCK.

ALL : [unanimous] THE DOOMSDAY CLOCK?

HEAD SCIENTIST : Yes. The DOOMSDAY CLOCK.

[Shift to THE DOOMSDAY CLOCK, a cardboard cut-out of the Earth with attached hands and markings that only span from 45 minutes to DOOM. Obviously, we’re only so far from DOOMSDAY all the time.]

HEAD SCIENTIST : The time has come brothers (and sisters), to adjust the DOOMSDAY CLOCK. After great consideration and analysis, we realise that we are TWO MINUTES closer to DOOM.

[Anxious murmurs start up as the HEAD SCIENTIST starts to push the minute hand upwards. The movement is excruciatingly slow, emphasizing the GREATER SIGNIFICANCE of these two minutes. The SCIENTISTS are in disarray and distraught as they haplessly watch the (manual) movement of the DOOMSDAY CLOCK.]

WOMAN SCIENTIST 1 : Ahh! [collapses after the first 0.5 MINUTE]
MALE SCIENTIST 1 : Oh, my GOD!
SCIENTISTS : [worried and shocked] Rhubarb rhubarb!

[The HEAD SCIENTIST moves the minute hand to 3 MINUTES more, and realises his mistake as a couple more WOMEN SCIENTISTS faint, moving it back by a 1 MINUTE in penance.]

ALL : [resigned] sigh.

HEAD SCIENTIST : Yes, well, we all go together when we go.