My shoulders hurt like hell thanks to Mr Scorching Sentosa Sun. Yesterday a few 12/05 peeps gathered at Sentosa for a supposed class outing. Played ball abit (I had to throw ALOT of my face doing that) pigged out tons, lazed around, took photos, talked and gossiped, stoned etc. The problem with these kinda outings is the obsession with ball games. Why must we always engage in activities that certain people obviously shine in (read: aL, the guys) whilst one or two idiots absolutely suck at (read: me)? Isnt there more fun in doing something none of us are good at so that we can ALL have a good laugh together? I mean, why cant we play something that I can actually do like Charades or Pretend?
But dont get me wrong, I enjoyed myself thoroughly yesterday. There's always a certain novelty in making a fool of oneself and somehow, I like doing that most of the time, especially if it makes my friends laugh.
Anyhow, I'm only a teenyweeny bit darker but my shoulders are totally pink. Burnt. Ouch. Went out for abit today with wj to get Calamol lotion(or whatever) for the poor shoulders. Walked around Far East then headed to Bugis Street. I wanted to get a belt but I didnt see any that I fancied. Why am I so picky?
``larcenciel
Music: Kiss the Girl - The Little Mermaid OST Mood: smiley
11:41 PM
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Lose Me Just A Little While
Yesterday was weird. I did some things that I normally wouldnt have done. In the morning I woke at 8am without feeling sleepy. Accompanied my grandmom to the hospital for a checkup. Spent about 1.5 hours waiting and watching TV. I never do watch much TV, neither do I enjoy waiting in a room of patients and for a doctor who never seems to appear. After that I started feeling all fuzzy and proud inside because my dad's a doctor, and he saves lives. We met him in CGH at around 12 because he was supposed to meet his friends for lunch. Seeing him ignited some sort of warm glow of pride you know? That's why I say it's weird.
Later in the afternoon, I got my mom to go out with me to shop for clothes. Despite going to the very, very neighbourhood Tampines, I managed to source some good finds. So I shopped, something I hate hate hate to the max. I just dont like the salespeople. They always seem to know more about your body, figure and ass more than you do and that's scary.
At night I met wanjie and her 2 buddies from Perth. We went to Chinatown for dinner. Theyre a hilarious bunch, and it's funnier because they couldnt understand some of my English and I had to speak in my battered, incomprehensible Mandarin. I just think that's weird. Plus, I'm not the SOCIAL SOCIAL person so it's odd that I agreed to be dragged down by wanjie too. I saw how Ministry of Sound looked like (frankly being outside made me want to turn around and walk away in the opposite direction) I do not understand clubbing. I cant comprehend the clubbing culture at all. I understand the concept of bars, pubs, theyre cool. A place for alcoholics or people who like to act cool/mature and drink and socialise but clubbing?? Beats me.
BUT, because I am such an impartial and non-judgmental person, I shant judge clubs until I've experienced it fully (oh God am I actually saying this?) Haha... Yeah, perhaps places like Why Not and Taboo, you know?
``larcenciel
Music: Pink - Aerosmith Mood: strange
2:29 PM
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Notes to Blizzard and Some
Oy Blizzard,
Thanks for getting me wtFF hooked onto WoW again. Now my days will not be so aimless and boring. But, honey, NO THANKS AT ALL for deciding to "Stack-Overflow ERROR" Shaylle, my 60 lock aka my goddamn bloody main which Ive been playing since last year! Now I cant game for more than 2hours without crashing. And it sucks because for some reason ONLY SHAYLLE crashes! Why couldnt my 17 priest or 12 shammy get the error instead? I've tried deleting all the old, festive items from before but I still crash! Removed the addons and updated them but I'm still crashing and it's not funny. Not funny at all. Not when it happens to my main.
It's a love hate relationship, Leandra
Anyway, SPCA emailed back! Unfortunately due to "over-volunteer-ing" (my, my can there be such a thing?!), I gotta wait till January before I can join them. I need to do something useful these 2 months besides PURE GAMING, I keep telling myself to overcome my fear of working as a waitress because it will look pretty good for future interviews/whatever but I find carrying plates too daunting. Cowardice plagues me yet again. Good lord.
A friend asked me why I havent blogged for a week. I think it's because I'm still feeling what I'm feeling in the last 2 posts. I'm not too sure, but I reckon it's somewhat like that.
``larcenciel
Music: I Think I - Full House OST Mood: Silly
12:25 PM
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Some Hate
If only I could, I would burn their eyes, noses and ears off, starve them for days, force tubes down their cruel asses, shave all their hair and more off, hang them on a pole and beat them and splash water and finally, skinning them alive.
Then I would say, Oh you're just an animal anyway. Doesnt that sound absolutely sensible, animal abusers??
``larcenciel
Music: Tomorrow - Full Metal Panic OST Mood: Pissed
2:56 AM
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Is the World Only Round?
It's a day after the A's. Feels really good... to wake up and not have to worry about studying, about examinations. This must be good. All's good, right?
But it's the same. It was eating me up inside before, it's eating me up inside now. It's still gnawing away at my conscience, and I am unable to stop it from spreading. Doesnt make me go numb, no, I wish it did but it makes me feel worse each minute. Nothing, nothing at all can be more ugly than such deceit, such heartbreak, such dirtiness, such lameness. Words do no justice to the wrong. It is with self-contempt that I say, right now right here, I am filled with ugliness on the inside, outside and every single side of me. It's bad, I cant help it anymore.
So no more ugliness, no more covers. No more, no more.
For even as Love crowns you so shall He crucify you. ``larcenciel
Music: Pachabel Canon (piano) Mood: blue
8:35 PM
Monday, November 13, 2006
When You've Passed the Moon
Good Lord, please. Please, tell me what have I done wrong to the Cambridge Physics Department to make them set such a bloody difficult paper. What has possessed their brilliant Newtonian minds to ask us to Define the Radian. Look, I dont know what the radian is defined as. I didnt even know the radian could be defined. I dont care about the radian either. It's like asking for the meaning of a Door. Apparently others say that the paper was bad too, unfortunately my definition of Bad is miles apart from their definition of Bad so..... whatever.
Saturday was really tough to get by. Everything was just making me go crazy. So I started asking myself, Wouldnt it be awesome to be an over-achiever? You know, those people with highly sophisticated and evolved brains as well as an incredibly hardworking attitude? It must be fantastic to be one of the tops. Imagine walking into an examination hall confident, definite A, at worst, B. God, I've never actually felt that way for any of my papers before. Never. And it's pathetic considering that I've been taking exams my whole life!
Well, they say it's not all rosy up there, stress to do well but hell, who are you kidding? I'd gladly feel stressed if an A's in the bag for me! It's not as if we're not feeling stressed or anxious or worried or disappointed or cranky now down below, you know what I'm saying?
But then, despite the shit I face for being dumb, at least everything's not all bad in my Life. And you know that saying, The only way to go when you're at the bottom is up. So, logically, the only way you can go when you're right on top is down.
And it'll be a long fall, my friend.
``larcenciel
Music: The Way - Clay Aiken Mood: irritated
6:26 PM
Thursday, November 09, 2006
The Newton-Raphson Affair
So, Maths is overrrr!! (Pardon the slur, M&Ms after Maths make me drunk) I feel like ten over weeks of examination has passed me by, but in reality I've only sat for 3papers so far. That's lame, considering how beat I already feel. I cant afford to feel tired either because next week is the real marathon. Physics and Econs jammed into 3days. After the 15th I can finally breathe.
During the paper when I saw the Numerical Methods question I couldnt stop thinking about Newton and the mysterious "Raphson". Just before the paper I asked hL if Raphson was a person. So after wiki-ing it, I found out that in 1690, Joseph Raphson published a simplified description of Newton's Numerical Analysis method which was published in 1685. That means both Newton and Raphson were alive at the same time and that they knew each other. In 1690, Newton was 47years old, Raphson was 42years old. Raphson was a staunch supporter of Newton's claim as the inventor of calculus against Gottfried Leibniz's. Raphson also translated Newton's Arithmetica Universalis into English. If you get the drift, I'm trying to point out certain links between these 2 men.
I also read that it was believed that the 2 of them were "not good friends" because Newton never did bother to spell Raphson's name properly. A clever tactic to divert unwanted attention, Newton! Unfortunately 4 centuries later an asshole by the name of Leandra manages to decipher your sweet little torrid affair with Raphson. Newton never married, but having a scientific method by the name of Newton-Raphson is as good as marrying the two of them together, 'innit?
And as hL aptly put it, Newton is always infront. Raphson, behind.
``larcenciel
Music: Wang Zi Mian - Sun Yan Zi feat Mayday Mood: distracted
6:47 PM
Saturday, November 04, 2006
Dullness Personified
Thanks to my retarded sister, I spent 2hours infront of the google box watching my eyes (and brains) out. I say brains too, because House and Numbers were on. Absolutely delightful shows! Numbers especially because the protagonist uses all sorts of mind-boggling mathematical equations and relations to solve crimes. This episode he quoted some stuff about probability and statistics. Knowing that just makes the C'Maths paper2 a tad more interesting, even if it's not really like that in real life.
Boredom plagues me these days. I'm at home, in my room surrounded by notes and notes galore and feeling sorry for myself before I start another round of revision. When I'm done, I feel good for approximately 10seconds before I start worrying if my fluffy brain actually managed to retain anything. At first it was still mildly funny, but now it just sucks the *mmMpH out of me and I'm too damned tired to feel anything so I'm bored. Dull. Blah.
You know, I'm so bored I think my house is interesting. I like my room. It's on the third floor, I get decent exercise walking up and down at regular intervals and I've my own bathroom. Adults in my house are relatively old and the extra flight of stairs deter them from snooping around so my room's private. Private's good. Yeah, I could do with a little more privacy.
And after the 7th, I would like to see what the Democrats are going to do, or rather, can do about their country's dire state. Polls say Democrats are leading, but knowing how strange Americans can be, I wouldnt be surprised if the Republicans get it again.
``larcenciel
Music: The Closest Thing to Crazy - Katie Melua Mood: idiotic
5:54 PM
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
The Hardest Note
So tomorrow marks the start of the Advanced Level Examinations. Sounds all pretty and grand doesnt it? Sometimes it's hard to believe someone like me can actually sit for such an exam. What has the world come to, really??
That highly philosophical question aside, in an attempt to keep myself sane during this period (exams just totally rile me up, you know) I have decided to declare November ANNOY A HOMOPHOBE MONTH. That's right my friends. Annoy them homophobes! You dont have to be crooked to take part in this. As long as you're an open-minded enlightened homosapien, you're in! This is part of my life-long campaign, Let's Erase the Hate, Please which I have just launched. Informally.
And in case you need a little help taking off on this one, here are some suggestions. Of course, the ways of annoying homophobes can vary, so please, dont restrict yourself.
1. Remind them that some of the greatest Men in history were gay. Throw in names like Sir Issac Newton for that WTFF*GASP* effect.
2. For the pseudo-ameriKans, point out that President Bush, who is a lousy person, is also a homophobe.
3. Blog about your homosexual life. If you dont have one, just make it up. Think Colin and Kero. Now that annoyed alot of homophobes, didnt it?
4. Well, if you cant beat 'em, join 'em. Be a Hetereophobe. When you see Barbie-Ken hetereo couples plastering their bodies all over each other, say very pointedly in your haughtiest and meanest tone, Yucks. Or you could opt for the Yucks in a very matter-of-fact, duh-tone, which is generally more degrading.
5. And if you think that it is below you to resort to such lame tactics to annoy homophobes, then just be the exact opposite of what homophobes are. Be secure and proud of yourself. That'd irritate them enough.
And all that is just another way of saying, Let's erase the hate, please.