w.r.t. (I like that acronym! It gets very handy.) yesterday's post, I don't have anything against large house parties with drinks and the lot. I just didn't expect them to happen right by my apartment, where 66% of the people living on my floor are older than 70. And usually it's me or my sister who makes the noise, not 10 other college kids.

On another note, I think I will have to make videos more often. (YES!) But I started making videos after the exams were over, and it's becoming more difficult to find time once school starts proper. darn. I think I'll join the chinese bicultural program instead of the middle east one, because there's less commitment.

*grumblewhinegrumble* Some of the trinity people are actually going to join trinity foundation studies and I am kind of whiny because there they are, learning things and having fun, and I am stuck here being a douchebag in a godawful system.

The "traditions" and systems in place in school, not to mention the culture, is suffocating. Don't even get me started on the social strata and expectations that you HAVE to have a scholarship or another, you HAVE to have a leadership post, you have to volunteer for a VWO, you have to be in a popular cca... and so forth.

I want to go to trinity and experience being alone and not be confined by things you aren't supposed to do. I want to go AWAY. I want to be able to visit pooky and do my own laundry and learn things in a different way. I want to be in a different education system and be able to visit university libraries and read and see what I might like to do later on.

I don't want to be in my school.

p.s. COLONEL MUSTARD. We need to talk.

Came back from malaysia today at 11.30pm after an excruciating jam at the causeway.
We were greeted by a cny party.
Not the mild mahjong-auntie kind, mind.
The college kind.

The apartment next to mine apparently hosted a party while their parents were away. There was random whooping, loud conversation, and someone was playing video games at full volume inside): My sister called it the kind of party they have on gossip girl, partly because most of the people at the party were expats. Or their kids. You could smell the alcohol in the air.

I mean if there ever was a time to say "shut the fuck up", this would be it, you know.

DRUNK GIRL WITH FAG IN HAND: Do you need help with your luggage? We're just making a teeny bit of noise.
ME: *breaks into delirious laughter*

I guess this is what people say college is like.

SOMEBODY NEEDS TO KNOW SPRING AWAKENING SO I CAN SING IT WITH THEM.

really.

But nothing really beat the time I sang beatles songs with felicia from far east to paragon. People were trying hard to pretend not to stare, and geeru got a little embarrassed.

It's like a peace march, you know. (gosh I'm such a hippy.) But you have to have an occasion to sing it on. Like the time someone was elected. (remember remember the fifth of november) Or when someone dies. OH I KNOW when paul mccartney dies we'll have a peace march. Of two people.

It's sad when you await someone's death just to be able to do something. I should become more politically aware so I have a cause to sing about. And have a collection going.

Hello everyone.
hello huiqi :D
Let's do a simple exercise:

I'm in the library now, and geeru is sitting accross me, reading a Flash comic. She has also pulled out Unknown Soldier and a DC something to read. I'm trying desperately to have my memory card and the laptop be friends, but I suppose they just aren't compatible. It's quite warm because we're sitting next to the window, and the light reflects off me/ the laptop quite awfully, so the screen isn't very clear. It's like when you see your reflection on a curved television screen on sunny days. I can see my hands reflected in the screen, and they look like when pooky took pictures of her nails, though my hands are a little smaller than hers.

Speaking of pooky, when I told her what we were going to have the next few days, she called it a Concentration Camp. It is.

Now geeru, with her amazing powers of speed reading, has moved on to something called Batman and the Lesser Superheros. Or something like that. I assume that it has nothing to do with batman canon, if there is such a thing. It is now 2.28pm in singapore, 5.28pm in melbourne and 12.28am where my youtube friend is.

There is 2:07 hours and 53% of battery left in my laptop. I have done all the important things I am supposed to do, save for the stupid pictures, which are being uncooperative today.

I have to speak about veggies and milk in my videos this week. Maybe I'll make two. This makes me think of boullion. Needless to say, I am hungry. I am perpetually hungry. My brain works like this:

Brain: I want an ice-cream.
Me: No, I have a sore throat. I shouldn't have an ice cream.
Brain: An ice-cream will make you happy. And make your fever better.
Me: *protests in vain*
Brain: You see, an ice cream is cold, right? And when you have a fever you're supposed to lower your body temperature, right? So an ice cream will make you cooler.
Me: *fishes out money for an ice cream*

It's sad when you don't create a post in 10 days, and you make a new post... just to grumble.

My internet doesn't work! This time I know it's not billing problems, because it's a different error message- I'm using winpoet and when I try to connect it says "error 795" and I check the wiring to the modem and everything and it still doesn't connect >:( So right now I'm in rafflescity so that I can use the wireless here, with my dad's laptop that has 3 hours of battery left.

I think for the next couple days I'll rely on the hotspot in school to upload my friday video, or even the library (yay for free wireless) and charge the laptop.

Thank you chele for the essential oil jar from melbourne <3 heh I like getting presents.

And thanks to the NY and HCI people for organising the chalet on tuesday-- it must have been a lot of work to host a lot of people. Photos! will be up the next time I find a wireless connection.

tchus.

bump bump bump.

My head hurts right now. I could take a panadol. But sometimes it doesn't work. Aspirin worked for my fever, but I had a bad tummy ache the last time I took it... before reading the enclosed pamphlet, where it said it had gastrointestinal side effects.

It's a pulsating kind of pain. Not quite throbbing, like when say you hit your thumb with a hammer, but a milder form.

Recently, when I don't really have goals for the day, much less the week, because there isn't school, I feel that I have a lot less to talk about. It's kind of a floating-in-limbo sensation and you feel detached from things.

Though normally I have to try hard to detach myself and take my real mind away from the things present, it's a lot easier to not be there now. When I detach myself it is when I do not pay as much attention to sensory experience, and ignore the superficial feelings and initial humaness that is awful and distracting. It's like taking my mind away and putting it somewhere else on purpose, you know, when you take your brain and just put it into another box.

Haha this reminds me of when holy people walk on hot coals, and they say that they have to prepare themselves mentally to ignore primitive mortal feelings and ascend into a higher self. Though what I do isn't quite it, even though there are sometimes metaphorical hot coals that I stop myself from feeling.

And then the description reminded me of the feelings people describe when they get high on drugs like lsd... which is somewhat how I feel when I don't sleep for long at night, and when I'm very awake after I get up. Awake in this otherworldly sense, as if I were seeing the world through another set of eyes. Though of course I haven't tried drugs, and I don't know what it feels like.

Maybe it's just called excessive daydreaming.

huiqi, it's time for revenge. xD




the redcross party: (even though technically these aren't pictures of anyone there, heh)


aftermath:




No introspection this time): Even thought the post 2008 memes done by chele sam sydney (and coincidentally fiveawesomegirls as well) were quite cute.

Meh. *shrugs* It wouldn't hurt.

SO. 2008. What happened?

I discovered nerdfighteria. And a nerdfighter!
and nerdfighterlike. Even though the person didn't even know what nerdfighting was.
I was introduced to wizard rock.
I found a local wrock band... and talked to her about the fandom.
I did tumbleweedrabbits with pooky.
I skipped FAM with geeru and felicia.
I took lots more photos and videos.
I read Catcher in the Rye and Looking for Alaska, and felt delinquent.
I discovered the Beatles.
I talked to yearmates for a whole night.
I felt the warm fuzzy feeling of waking up after an hour of sleep, with my yearmates all around me.
I passed out. (of rgsrcy)
I watched people cry.
I got more efficient at not being present.
I sent my books to people in other countries.
I received books (SF mags!) from people in other countries.
I reconnected with old friends.
I lost touch with new ones.
I stopped hating the fact that I was in 415, and right now I miss it very much.
I dumped someone. By email.
I realised what I want to do in the future.
I sneaked out of the house.

I had a warped view of what achievements were.