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Sunday, October 31, 2004

Shop Music: Glay Drive Album
Weather: Windy, cold
Sky Lantern: Full Moon.
Hallowe'en Tonight!
All Saints' Day tomorrow!
And, erm, All Souls' Day was suppose to happen or had happen or is happening sometime around now as well!
I am listening to Glay, which I haven't heard in ages and suddenly had the urge to listen to because I actually originally had the urge to listen to Daft Punk's Digital Love and that made me think of the video which made me think of Japanese anime which made me think of Japanese bands which always makes me think of Glay! *beams*
It's Halloweeeeeen today! But we already celebrated Halloween a couple of days earlier - well made that on both Friday and Saturday night by renting a whole load of horror movies and getting loads of chocolates and chips (yummy!) and a DVD player from the RA office before shlumping off to the Curly Pumpkin's flat! We got all the good old-fashion cult horror movies like Poltergiest and The Exorcist and Omen and we also got the original Ring in Japanese and a couple of Stephen King movies like Rose Red and Children of the Corn. The only complaint I have about the older movies are that they're so slow in between the scary parts. And from all these movies, we have learnt that 1) If your child is afraid of entering the Church, he/she must be a child of the devil and 2) Children are very susceptible to being posessed or being demonic or having demonic powers! So the lesson learnt is - never have children!
Oh, and never to watch horror shows with the Dervish and his friend because they keep yelling out comments which make you laugh instead of scream and hitting the pause button to demand, "okay, now explain to me again what this whole movie is about", which makes it hard to get freaked out and scared!
Last night we stayed up until eight:30 this morning to watch Rose Red (which was like forever! we didn't realize it was, like, suppose to be five hours long!) and SweetRhapsody and the Ninja Crisis fell asleep and the Dervish's friend fell asleep part of the way but me and the Curly Pumpkin and the Dervish stayed awake the whole way and we were like waiting and waiting for all the draggy scenes in the beginning to get out of the way and get to the good stuff where everyone gets eaten or something and just as that started, the first disc came to an end and we discovered the Blockbuster assistant had forgotten to give us the second disc!
"Noooooo!" we all screamed, more horrified then we were by any of the previous movies. "Now we'll never know what happened!"
But we did go back to the store later today and got the second disc out which we will be watching shortly! And I want to go see the pumpkin that the Curly Pumpkin is carving out, which is actually a melon because she can't bear to really carve out the innards of one of her kind (just kidding, she got a melon because there weren't any pumpkins for sale at the store). Teeheeheehee!

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Friday, October 29, 2004

The Boston Red Sox has won the World Series after 86 years of losing! And after being cursed by Babe Ruth! And on the night of an eclipse of the moon! (or so I heard) And right before Hallowe'en!
Truly, there is hope for all who are cursed. After 86 years, and on a night of a moon eclipse, you will finally be able to live a normal life again! (that is, if you even get to live that long in the first place).
Muahahahaha.
Talking of moons, the moon last night was big and full and round. I hope it stays that way for Hallowe'en this weekend!
Anyway, in the spirit of Hallowe'en and all, here's a blog which I stumbled upon which has all kinds of interesting stuff on demons and things - http://www.deliriumsrealm.com/delirium/blogger/
Not necessarily accurate but pretty fun! :D


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Tuesday, October 26, 2004

A Murder Script.
Today in Creative Writing, we had to write a scene in class which is about a relationship coming to an end. I did mine on a murderer and his victim, and obviously their relationship is ending because he's going to kill her. This is what the quick rough draft looks like. The dialogue is supposed to be aligned center but everytime I try to align it center, the rest of the script follows along even though I'm just selecting the dialogue pieces. So it's all going to the left. Anyway...Enjoy!

EXT. FOREST CLEARING – NIGHT
JOE MENDEZ is dragging GABRIELLE SUTTON into the clearing. There are stones everywhere, resembling tombstones. She is crying, gasping. He is holding a gun and is silent, his face an expressionless mask. He shoves her down on the ground in the middle of the clearing, where she half-lies, half-kneels, still crying. The only other sound besides GABRIELLE crying are the crickets chirping.

GABRIELLE:
(crying)
Please…oh, God, please don’t do this.

JOE:
(toneless voice)
God can’t help you now.

GABRIELLE:
I thought we were friends.

JOE:
We are.

GABRIELLE:
Then don’t do this!

JOE appears to waver for a moment. He seems to be touched by GABRIELLE’S plea. But a moment later, he reasserts himself and points the gun at GABRIELLE’S head.

JOE:
(still seems a little uncertain)
I-I have to. He told me to do this. I must do as he says.

GABRIELLE:
(wild, nearly hysterical)
Who? Who told you?

JOE:
(almost dreamily)
He goes by many names. Some call him Luke. Or Lucifer. Or Beelzebub.

GABRIELLE:
Oh…my…I’m going to be killed by a fucking Satanist!

JOE:
He told me you wouldn’t understand.

He cocks the gun at GABRIELLE, preparing to pull the trigger.

GABRIELLE:
Please…please…no! I thought you were my friend…You lied to me…

Her voice lowers to a near whisper as she bows her head over.

GABRIELLE: (CONT’D)
We kissed…

JOE pauses. He appears to be listening to her. He stares at GABRIELLE, bowed over on the dirt.

GABRIELLE:
We kissed…

JOE:
Yes, we did…

GABRIELLE:
I thought it was special…

JOE shakes himself. He glares at GABRIELLE.

JOE:
As special as it was kissing my sister?

GABRIELLE freezes. She slowly raises her head, a shocked look on her face.

GABRIELLE:
What…how…..

JOE:
(getting angry)
You kissed my sister! I saw you! I saw the two of you, kissing like panting dogs!

GABRIELLE:
You…you saw? But how…

JOE is no longer listening. He appears to be out of control. He waves the gun angrily in the air. His face is contorted with rage.

JOE:
You betrayed me! Both of you! Just like he said you would. Everyone betrays me.

GABRIELLE:
Oh, God, but how? No! It was a mistake! I swear to you, it was a mistake, I didn’t mean…

JOE:
Too late.

Cut to the forest, where all is quiet except for the chirping crickets. Then, suddenly, the sound of a gun firing.

And she's dead! yay! Hope ya liked it! ;)

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Monday, October 25, 2004

My legs are aching! I feel like an old woman. I blame it on all that sonkyo-ing we did on Saturday. We have never done that much sonkyo-ing before! Let me tell you, too much politeness can be rough on the legs.
Today was a little colder - wind is pretty chilly.
Just handed in my two articles today. Hooray! That's it! I thought I would only have one source for one of my articles but this morning I managed to get another source, and then like ten minutes before I handed in my article, the original source sent me an e-mail so I got to call her and do a hasty interview before redoing my article and handing it in. Phew! So in the end I had three sources instead of just one! Yay!
Okay, must finish my film script before going over to the Curly Pumpkin's flat to watch Sex and the City!


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Sunday, October 24, 2004

I was supposed to go find a policy online to write my report on and then finish off my two articles but I'm just procastinating first...
We went to the Gay Pride Parade on Saturday night and it was really so fun...everybody just looked so happy there and it's always fun to see people all dressed up in costumes with music blaring...the whole atmosphere was really very Baz Luhrmann's Romeo+Julietish, you know, during the party scene where they met, I kept looking around for some Romeo to fall in love with in the midst of all this madness but all I saw were the Butterfly Boys (who had the cutest little bue butterfly wings and were with a very attractive Butterfly Girl anyway. Darn!)
Before the parade we went to this Nepalese restaurant in Applecross to celebrate some Nepalese festival with the Ninja Crisis. I'm not exactly sure what the festival was about because whenever I asked her to explain it to me she just said "oh, just a festival" or something like that. The food was good but damn, it was expensive! I'm not celebrating any more Nepalese festivals with the Ninja Crisis if they're going to cost that much. =p
And after the parade we went to Mustang Bar. The band was good that night! They played a couple of old Green Day songs which was so fun! It was like being in high school again!
Gosh, I'm so old!


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Friday, October 22, 2004

The Oddity of Being A Goddess of Fat Deer
Eesh - I feel so Twilight Zone-ish right now...I don't know why....
What have i been doing? I just told Curly Pumpkin:
I woke up to find egg shells outside my front door, went to a lunatic asylum, went salsa dancing on a very strange beach-like hotel/club dance floor where I saw many different people of all ages and sizes and strangeness dance the salsa in a big circle, came home and started listening to tragic fantasy world Japanese songs...i feel very strangely twilight-zoneish....help!
I feel like eating some caribou meat! I want some fat deer!
Here is a transcript of mine and curly pumpkin's chitchat - i am Divine Sunshine! and she is LadyElle (but she really isn't, she jus thijacked LadyElle's computer)

Divine Sunshine: ...we can only wear skirts
LadyElle says: oh so how about the pub crawl?
Divine Sunshine! says: ...and cover our bare breasts with precious stone necklaces and long hair
LadyElle says: or we just go watefrd
Divine Sunshine! says:...when we worship our egyptian gods
Divine Sunshine! says:...oh so we're drinking beer after all and not worshipping egyptian gods?
Divine Sunshine! says:...ok
LadyElle says:yup yup..with leaves to fan us..
LadyElle says:or can't we drink beer on friday and appreciate egytian gods on sat?
Divine Sunshine! says:but we are supporting ur gay man secret identity on saturday!
LadyElle says: but i can still admir egytian gods..no one would know
Divine Sunshine! says:hahahaha
Divine Sunshine! says:maybe we can worship them outside waterford tomolo...or i mean tonite
Divine Sunshine! says:we put our beer on the parking lot and get on our hands and knees and bow our foreheads to the concrete
Divine Sunshine! says:and offer our beer up to the gods
Divine Sunshine! says:i'm sure the bouncers would be entertained
LadyElle says:hmmmmmmmmm but we must get in 1st
LadyElle says:wt r bouncers to teh gods inside for whom we must make the offering
Divine Sunshine! says:hahaha we shall offer our drunken voices for karaoke!!!!!!
Divine Sunshine! says:the Karaoke Gods of Destiny!

Okay it goes on and on for a while after that until i finally left her and now i must go eat the potatoes that Moon Von is making me! yay!

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Salsa!
Today I went down to the Fremantle Art Centre, which used to be a lunatic asylum, to interview an artist and a curator. It's a pretty nice place.
And this evening...I went....guess where! Salsa dancing!
It was pretty fun, though at the end I got a bit mixed up with the steps. But that's okay because the guys just lead you around so I just let them swing me and pretended I knew where my feet were going. It looks pretty cool, I want to learn it just for the sake of being the only one at weddings and parties and stuff who knows how to salsa. But then I'd need a guy who knows how to salsa to salsa with. Hahaha.
Last night the guys in my flat had a bit of drama going on when I came home...and today somebody threw eggs at our flat door! I came out and there were eggshells everywhere! Thank goodness the guys had already cleaned most of the gook away. We were being terrorized by eggs! I didn't ask what was going on though, it seems to be a...uh...sensitive topic? I just hold my breath as I walk through the front door. It's a good thing I didn't buy any eggs this week.


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Wednesday, October 20, 2004

I AM SO DISAPPOINTED.
Yesterday, something *horrible* happened which nearly ruined my perfect sunny week.
As most of whoever's been reading this blog may know, I've been trying to get people to sign a petition to save Tenzin Delek Rinpoche, a Tibetan monk, from being sentenced to death for doing *nothing wrong*. Now, most people don't mind signing this (with the exception of TurbanA who talked my ears off before he finally signed it) because it's for a good cause and they don't lose anything - it's not as if I'm asking for money or something. But then...yesterday...i asked a friend, whom I shall not name, to sign it and she just looked at it and looked at me and said, "He supports the Dalai Lama?" I said "Yes." And she said "I'm not going to sign in."
I was so blown away for a moment, I could only sit there.
"WHY?????" I said. And then we launched into a whole argument.
I mean - for godsakes! This is what I hate about Christians! (Those who have cell groups and stuff, you know who you are) I'm all for loving God and not being ashamed of it and living your life according to the way God wants you to, but THIS IS NOT LIVING YOUR LIFE ACCORDING TO THE WAY GOD WANTS YOU TO. I don't know how but the way I see it, these Christians are growing even further from God, not closer. From what I can see, these type of Christians are growing arrogant. They sneer and shake their head at other religions. They are becoming like the arrogant Jews which Jesus, their own savior, did not want them to be like in the first place! And one thing which I noticed about them is that they are easily taken in by stories of mysticism and satan. The fact is, they want to believe that everything not-Christian is satanic and evil and, well, I have nothing to say to that but *FOOLS!*
But i'm digressing again. For godsakes, all I wanted her to do was sign a petition to save an innocent man's life! When it comes down to it, that's all - *to*save*an*innocent's*life. When it comes down to something as sacred as life, I cannot believe you would not put aside other things, even religion, to save a life. You're not practicing religion properly if you price its restrictions over an innocent's life. I HAVE read the Bible and what i CAN tell these hypocritical Christians is that there is nothing their God would price more over life itself. And yet here they are using His name as an excuse to not save an innocent man's life. AN INNOCENT MAN'S LIFE. When it comes down to it, THAT IS ALL THAT MATTERS. Nothing else. If you refuse to save someone's life because they wouldn't believe in the same religion as you, well, I'm sorry, you're as bad as the terrorists, you are as bad as satan himself.
And anyway, it's not even as if I'm asking her to denounce her religion or anything! It's just a damn signature who wouldn't hurt anyone and would help someone who desperately needs help! Isn't that the basis of all religions? And then she throws me another tidbit - she *won't* help because something happened to her family before which is involved with Tibetan Buddhism and being spiritually posessed. I'm sorry, but what I saw before me was a Christian talking about things she doesn't know about except for the urban legends she heard about it which she was only too willing to believe because it would fit in with everything she *wants* to believe and is not necessarily true. And even if it is true, I can assure her that Tenzin Delek Rinpoche and the Dalai Lama would have nothing to do with it because *they* do not believe in hurting or controlling or forcing people - for godsakes, that's the whole reason now why they need our help! Because they DO NOT BELIEVE IN HURTING PEOPLE, even if people hurt them! This monk who needs her help has absolutely nothing to do with what happened to her family and yet she would make him pay with his life for it! This is the kind of time where we need to put aside all our differences to be able to gain some peace in this world, to just save an innocent man's life. But no, she can't even do that. Christians who are reading this, I can assure you this: that is not what God would have wanted you to do. If you believe I am wrong, well, all I can say is that I think you need to have a look at the direction you are going because you're only doing the same things which those Jews were doing which Jesus felt was wrong. You're becoming arrogant - you think you're honoring your God by following strictly what he tells you in the Bible but the fact is that God never wanted you to follow what He said so strictly that you would be rude and arrogant and disrespectful of other people and other religions, that you would put God before someone who needs your help.
She asked me if I was disappointed in her and angry at her. I wouldn't lie to her, I was. I still don't want it to spoil our friendship though, I refuse to let things like difference of religion get in the way of friendship. And I'm not going to MAKE her sign, because she's entitled to her own beliefs and opinions and the whole crux of the matter is that I won't force her to do what she doesn't want to do. But I was just so blown away by the fact that a friend of mine could become so cruel and foolish and blind because of her religion. I knew it was possible, but it still hit me hard when that happened. This is what religion becomes which it was never meant to be. It's like terrorists who believe they're acting in the name of God, killing people. When you think it's right to hurt people, or to not help people, in the name of religion. Out there, there is someone, who has been hurt, who has no sign of help or friends, who knows he is going to die and knows his death is coming closer by each day. And you wouldn't help him. When it comes down to it, that is the thing that truly matters in the end. Not anything else. Not anything else.
Postscript - when I was rereading what I just wrote, I noticed one thing, it's similar to what Jesus went through. he knew his death was coming. He was scared. He knew no one else could help him. Tenzin is going through the same thing. And you, you Christians who call yourselves the people who loved Jesus and would have helped him, you wouldn't help someone else in the same predicament. And it's not even someone who has done evil things, it's someone who has never hurt anyone else in his life either. Take a long hard good look at your life. If you don't think you need to change it, then, well, I would find it hard to believe that you are being a true Christian.

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Monday, October 18, 2004

Those Who Wander Are Not Lost.
Today is beautiful!!!!! Warm, sunny, perfect weather. It was like that the whole weekend. And it's going to be like this the whole week. I'm like "yessss!"
I wonder if this means that I'm a summer person. Because don't get me wrong, I love thunderstorms and the whole idea of winter and all but for some reason my first winter here just got me so damn depressed. Does that mean I have SAD? I hope not. But summer is here now!!!!!!
I have achieved the perfect sunkissed golden tan without trying in just a few days. And I'm not even one of those girls who wants to be tanned. But I look good anyway. ;)
What I did this weekend: (we'll start on Friday even though technically my weekend begins on Wednesday night which I already spoke about ;) )
Friday afternoon: tried to find my way down to mosman beach for the kitesurfing event in the Gravity Games with the Curly Pumpkin. Transperth doesn't even know that mosman beach exists! Through our combined geographical powers we figured out that leighton beach is right next to mosman and got down to leighton and there was nothing in sight. We thought that we had gotten lost after all and were just wandering down the beach when we came across this car that said "Those Who Wander Are Not Lost". We took that as a sign and kept wandering on down the beach and, what do you know, in not less than five minutes we found mosman!!!!!!
But the sucky thing was that the event had been called off due to lousy wind conditions. Pah. We got to hang at the beach anyway. And "Those Who Wander Are Not Lost" is now our motto.
Friday night: We wanted to go to the Octoberfest at the uni tavern but it turns out we had to buy tickets beforehand, not at the door, and we were so pissed because you could see tons of people drinking and having a great time inside the doors. So we went home and got dressed up and went clubbing at Varga Lounge with Sweet Rhapsody and the Ninja Crisis instead! Unforch, Varga closed shortly after two. Bah.
Saturday morning: Overslept and missed kendo training. Bah.
Saturday afternoon: Went to the Festival Village (another Gravity Games event) with the Curly Pumpkin. It was FUN. There were tons of ppl and there was SUN and we got our hands on lots of free fun stuff and ate hotdogs and nachos by the river and watched skateboarders, cyclists and motorcyclists do their stuff on the ramps. They were HOT. Also bought the most comfortable white pair of sandals in the world! Later, there was some band playing and I think the lead singer was channeling the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. We just lay on the grass in the sun. Mmm.
Saturday night: Dinner at some posh Korean restaurant with my sister and her friends. Went back to her house and got bored listening to them talk. Went back to EU and watched movies with Sweet Rhapsody, the Ninja Crisis, the Curly Pumpkin and JJ.
Sunday afternoon: overslept and was awakened by kendo ppl calling to find out when I was coming for the barbecue. Oops! Threw on some clothes and rushed down to meet the Mini Girl who drove me in her cute Mini Cooper over to the bbq. It was a lot of fun!
And I haven't done a shred of work this entire weekend! Whoops!
Book Review!
Just finished reading the Bergdorff Blondes, this book by Plum Sykes who is one of my three favourite NY Vogue contributors because she wrote an article about Kate Moss (the other two are Vicki Woods and some other New Orleans girl Julie Or Julie Something Or Other). Bergdorff Blondes is about filthy rich Manhattan chicks. Nothing deep but it was a fun extravagant read with an emphasis on extravagant. You'll just go "These chicks are not for real, are they?!?" and wish you had their bank account.

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Thursday, October 14, 2004

OMG - LAST NIGHT WAS UNBELIEVABLE!
OMG OMG OMG!
I think I'm still a little in shock.
I still cannot believe this has happened.
This has yet to sink in.
OMG!!!!!!!!!!
"What? What?" you may well ask. "What happened?"
Allow me to tell you.
I WAS DANCING WITH THE BLACK EYED PEAS!
YES YES YES!
OMG OMG OMG!
*takes a deep breath*
What happened? Well, me and the Curly Pumpkin and her friend, whom we shall call...um...Bombay...went down to Margeux, this club which probably plays the best RnB music in Perth...and the whole time the DJ kept saying "Black Eyed Peas! Black Eyed Peas in the house!" and we didn't know what he was going on about...we thought he was just saying that because they were in Perth for a concert....And then it was almost time for the club to close and they were ending with a couple of black eyed peas songs when suddenly I turned around and saw....OMG! I saw WILL!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, there he was, with his rainbow-striped hat and white turtleneck! And then we saw Apl! We didn't see Taboo, though, and I *think* we saw Fergie, but we couldn't be too sure if that was her. but if that was her, then her hair's changed and she looks really pretty.
Anyway, I grabbed the Curly Pumpkins' hand and said "OMG, it's the Black Eyed Peas!" and she was like, "no!" and i was like "yes!" and everyone was coming up to them and asking for autographs and pictures and they were sooo nice they just obliged everyone and they weren't the least bit snobby! they were so cool! And I was like OMG i have no pen and paper! Could they sign my passport? (cuz i have to bring that out with me as my ID when i go clubbing...left my driver's license at home silly me) and then Will and Apl came down to the dance floor Will was dancing right next to us and Apl was just wandering around and then he came up to me, Curly Pumpkin, and Bombay and said "Ooh, pretty girls" and started dancing with us!!!!!!!!! He was right next to me! OMG OMG OMG! And later we took a picture! OMGOMGOMG!
And i just wanted to talk to him and tell him that I always listened to their songs while writing my stories but I didn't because everybody else was asking for pictures and stuff and I didn't really want to bother him....but OMG! what's happened that night was enough for me. I can die happy now!
And later....as we were leaving in the taxicab....Apl was about to cross the road as our cab was pulling away from the curb and all three of us screamed, "Don't run him down! It's the Black Eyed Peas!" Lol, I don't know what the cab driver must have thought of us!
I'm so excited! That was one of the best nights of my life! I had wanted to go soooo badly to the concert but there's no buying tickets for this broke girl right now. But this is even better!!!
Aaaaaaaaaaaah!
And tonight, my friend is going to Good Charlotte's concert....they're kicking off the Gravity Games....but I can't go because I'm broke! I did ask him to snatch one of the twins and bring him home for me though! He said he would try! ;)
Sigh....sigh...sigh...I'm so happy...
Oh, and by the way, the SFT is stepping up their campaign to save Tenzin Delek Rinpoche from being sentenced to death by the Chinese government and I think I'm going to help out by getting people to sign a petition....so if anyone's reading this is from Perth, Australia and wants to help out by just signing out your name, please contact me on the tagboard on the side of this blog and I'll get back to you! All you have to do is sign your name and we could well be on our way to saving a life! This is important! Thanks!

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Wednesday, October 13, 2004

*Phew* - the Latest in the Life of an Undefeatable Unbelievable Undestructable Gorgeous Goddess!
I know it's Indestructable not Undestructable but I just needed something that begins with an Un and Destructable is good. So get away from me, you pesky little grammar-correcting animals! Psk! I swat at you, you flies!
It's been soooo frantic....all these assignments which I had barely gotten around to doing and which needed to be handed up on Monday and Tuesday and that MAJOR MAJOR MAJOR presentation and research essay for *gasp* That Dreaded Course (i just HAD to pick the same week to do my presentation AND hand up my research essay-aaaargh!) and I was just partying the whole weekend as if i had NO assignments at all...but miracle of miracles! the beauty of Miracles came through for me and I handed up everything on time AND i actually came through my presentation with No Visible Scars And Still Breathing! Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! I was sooo worried that she would start asking me questions that I didn't know midway the presentation like she does to everyone but she DIDN'T and i thought that was GOOD until much later when i thought maybe that was BAD since i was the only one whom she didn't QUESTION...but a couple of other kids said my presentation was GOOD and so i'll believe THEM and save my Peace of Mind and believe that i have REDEEM MYSELF from that disastrous coffee-killing lack-of-sleep flu-embedded presentation earlier this semester.
*Takes a long deep breath*
Aaaand we're going to party down at Margeoux tonight! Hooray Hooray Hooray! I need some de-stressing!
Aaaand me and the Curly Pumpkin will be heading down to Mosman Beach on friday and Swan River on Saturday to watch the Gravity Games! This is what I came to the most isolated city in the world for - cool sports events! Yay!
I was proofreading some business report for CC just now and some of the things her group members had written are FUNNY. Take this one: "Schools and education systems have not properly educated and preserved students about traditional art culture...."
Preserved???
You mean, like, preserving the students by putting them in jam jars and sealing them tight so that they would last forever?
I think I must have missed *that* day in high school.
Not fair! I want to be preserved too!
I can hear my two flatmates watching the OC again...they watch it on tuesday nights and then replay it again in the morning - I swear, they are OBSESSED. and they're guys, for pete's sakes. I thought that shows like OC and Neighbors are soaps for girls. Even I'm not obsessed like they are. And the thing that's so strange? they're not even, like, girly guys or metrosexual guys or anything, they're like the two blokiest, manliest, manly man kind of guys ever, but for some reason, they have like some hidden passion for OC. Maybe it's the One Serious Flaw that the Bitchin Fairy laid upon them. Maybe it's just Marissa and Summer. I don't know. Lol.
Horrific news! Someone just told me that the age limit for clubs in KL just went up from 18 to 21!!!! WTF! How could that happen? Is this true? If it is then I'm not going home for Christmas. Hell, the only reason why I'm going home is to party! Why couldn't they just enforce this next year? Who the hell do they think are, the USA? And FYI, this is one good reason why I didn't go to the US to continue my Studies of the Dead and Living - because of their 21 age limit and because when you are Studying the Dead and the Living, you need to drink - a lot!
Last night Moon Von came into my room and forced an ice-cream sandwich down my throat. I mean like, a literal ice-cream sandwich, with ice cream on white bread. I was like Noooo! Keep away from me, evil Ice-cream Sandwich carrying Bitch! But she wouldn't let up on me. I mean like, I enjoy ice-cream sandwiches all right, the Normal Kind, with ice cream between two chocolate bars or two chocolate biscuits or whatever but ice-cream on white bread? Nonono. I don't take no weird literal ice-cream sandwiches. Until last night. *Choke*. But it wasn't too bad. It was strange. But not that strange. This girl takes shark fin, chicken feet, baby octopuses and jellyfishes (hahaha! come to me, animal babies!), frogs, fried ice-cream, kidneys, liver, ostrich-meat burgers, raw salmon and human blood, but PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE no literal ice-cream sandwiches on white bread!!!

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Monday, October 11, 2004

It's windy outside but warm, because it just rained.
I've just finished my Poetry and Poetics online quiz and lost one mark because time ran out before I got to save that stupid answer. I was like "Aaaaargh! Noooo! Auden! Auden was the one who said a poem is like a verbal contraption, not Wordsworth! Nooo! Aaaaah!"
I'm in such a mess. I have that major presentation and research essay, my three poems, and the quiz to hand on monday and tuesday but I spent the whole weekend going to the Pasar Malam on multicultural week, going clubbing after that, going clubbing the night after that, and having tea with my sister and dinner with Von and her cousin after that...and wasting time....aaargh...but at least I got all the poem stuff out of the way...and now...now...I just have to finish up both the presentation and the research essay by tomorrow...aaaargh...heeeeelp....
But it's cool. Really. I hope so.
Well, it would be if I stop wasting time like this!!!
Right, must get back to work!

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Thursday, October 07, 2004

Bread, Chicken, Ice-Cream, and, er, Braids.
I've been down in the library today trying to track down law journals which deal with the Bread Manufacturers' Defence but I've found nothing, nothing, at all to deal with the lousy little defence, and the so-called helpful librarians weren't helpful at al. Somebody, anybody, who knows anything about any law journals which discusses the Bread Manufacturer's Defence, please please please help meeeee! The best I got was a whole bunch of media law textbooks and a huge craving for bread which I went home, disappointed and tired and cold, to satisfy with a whole loaf of oven-warmed garlic bread. Mmm-hmmm.
Oh, and Bundles has just gotten chicken pox! OMG! Chicken pox! And she's covered with spots all over from top to toe! And I wish that I could be at home so she could infect me and I would finally get the damn pox and get it over with and then we could hang out together in all our chicken pox glory! And then I wouldn't have to do this stupid presentation on Bread Manufacturer's Defence!
By the way, a couple of nights ago I had the strangest dream. Part of it was that everybody had turned into zombies and the only way you could identify them was that they had strange jester-like smiles on their faces like clowns or something so we, the non-zombified minority, had to go around stretching our lips in big grins in order not to be identified by the real zombies. And I don't know what happened but later in my dream, I had just purchased an ice-cream cone in a shop and just as I left that shop I happened to glance over my shoulder and notice 2 guys loitering behind me and I KNEW they were going to rob me but it was too late to duck back into the shop and they KNEW i KNEW they were going to rob me so they both started running after me and slammed into me, knocking over my ice-cream cone at the same time. One of them sprayed mace into my eyes so I couldn't see and I didn't dare to run because obviously I wouldn't be able tknow where I was going so I stood perfectly still with my eyes closed with both my arms clutching my red East India bag to me. One of the guys had run on ahead for some reason but the other one was tugging at my bag trying to get it away from me and I just stood there hugging my bag to myself and I whispered, (I don't know why the hell I was whispering), "Pleeease don't rob me, there's nothing to rob, I'm already broke AND i already got robbed the week before." and the guy was like, "what? you were robbed before?" and I think he felt sorry for me because he just let go of my bag and moved on, shouting to the other guy, "hey, she already got robbed!" And i just kind of stood there in relief and hoping that they wouldn't notice that while I was broke and robbed, I had the cash to buy an ice-cream cone, the one which they had just knocked from my grasp onto the road earlier.
"Oookay," you might say, "what kind of a weirdo dream is that?" but it's not really, because if you think about it, I really AM broke in real life, though I still spend money on food as if I don't realize the edge of my financial world is slipping out from under me, and I have been having major cravings for ice-cream and the dream was probably a guilt trip about my buying ice cream for not just myself but Darsh (who is ALSO broke!) as well the other day, not to mention the fact that CC just got robbed by two guys last month and EUH has been having a bigger spate of robberies than usual...only thing I don't know where the zombies fit in. Wait, I do. It's because I've been obsessed with watching Resident Evil: Apocalypse. Only the zombies in my dream were more Shaun of the Dead zombies then RE:A zombies.
Fashion Report!
Anyone who's been reading this blog probably knows about this week being Braid Week! Monday was high braid with red shoelaces dangling down in goth-scorpio style, worn with black sweater, faded stonewashed jeans and red snake-skin high heels. On Tuesday it was a braid coiled into a bun (a sort of Sporty-Stylish look) with white shirt over green army tube top, blue jeans and black high heels with ballerina-style black ankle ribbons. Wednesday was braid from top of the head over white topless hat (what do u call those hats? the kind that Fergie from Black Eyed Peas wears), black and white Nike top, blue jeans, black boots and black jumper.
Today, however! I took pity on my hair for being resigned to continuous prison in tightly coiled braids and allowed it a respite and did my hair in...long pigtails at the nape! Wore black MNG empire-waist top today and blue jeans with black low heels (the feet needed some rest).
But the one complain I have is that...the weather is a deceptive bitch. On Monday I was all prepared for the cold weather and it turned out to be one of the warmest days we've had. On Tuesday it wasn't so bad because I was Neutral Aka Prepared for Either Weather but Wednesday I was all prepared for a warm day out Cooking Onions when torrents of wind and rain just blew in (thank god for the sweater) but today! Aaargh-the wind!
On the good side, it was reasonably sunny and warm in the afternoon and as I was making my way to the library you could hear strains of soothing guitar music coming over the green lawns and I was craning my neck to try to figure out where it came from (at first I thought it was coming from the Blood Suckers down at the edge of the lawns) but then I realized it had come from two people who had set up their guitars and amps down at the edge of the lawns as well. And it was soo sweet...it made me want to lie down on the grass and look up at the sky and treetops and listen to the music as well but...ah...I had to go enter the Library Dungeon.

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Wednesday, October 06, 2004

Today yours truly was put on Cooking Onions duty at the Debut Magazine barbeque fundraiser! Only I think I kept putting either too much or too little onions on everyone's buns and they'd all go "er...thanks" and give me the evil eye. Sigh. I never did like onions. And then it started raining so we kind of pushed back the grill and food tables under these very convenient white cloth-roof thingies and just kept on cooking. But I think the rain and wind kind of worked in our favor because the wind swept along the dee-lishous smell of hotdogs all over campus and our sizzling sausages looked sooo tempting to the poor people trudging in the cold wet rain. :D
Aaaaand guess what! Both, not just one, but both my newstories are out in the Western Independent! Huzzah! Especially the Tibet protesting against Beijing Olympics one...because...well, Tibet deserves more attention! Human rights justice we shall prevail!
I feel kind of sorry for my poetry blog www.redleavesforest.blogspot.com because hardly anyone goes to read that - the guest counter figure is pathetic. Doesn't anyone like poetry anymore? I won't even mind if you just go in there for like one second - i just want the numbers to go up! :p
October is heeere....and ah the wind and rain and all things Halloween-ish....I love this time of the year because it's the time when all worlds cross over...like the Hungry Ghosts and the Old Souls and All Souls and Hallowe'en...hooray for all worlds...and that's the time when half of my friends go into hiding because half the souls from other worlds are looking to settle some old businesses with souls from other worlds...ah well...
Movies I want to watch: Resident Evil: Apocalypse, Bourne Supremacy, Alien vs Predator, The Village, Shaun of the Dead, Anaconda, Vanity Fair, The Notebook, Sky Captain. Most of which I would probably have to get the video because nobody would accompany me to the cinema. Sigh.

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Monday, October 04, 2004

Shop Music: Him "Join Me in Death", Resident Evil: Apocalypse OST.

I'm suppose to be a good girl and study tonight but I started writing poetry on my poetry blog and then got on a creative roll and couldn't stop. And, anyway, while I was in the midst of writing "Solace", Yvonne barged in twice, first to use my phone and second to watch Who Wants to be a Millionaire on my TV. And, of course, I ended up watching the show with her because it was some chemist from NZ who was well on his way to winning a million bucks. Only he got stumped at the last question and had to settle for 50000 instead. I hope I got the correct number of 0s there.
But anyway, the show is over and "Solace" is done! Please do go to my Forest of Poetry to read it! It's on www.redleavesforest.blogspot.com or you could click the link on my sidebar. Arigato gozaimasu!
Today was finally a gorgeous warm sunny day. And just as I had decided to wear my black sweater. Bah.
My cough got better. I think it's either the weather or the beer I drank at the uni tarv this afternoon. But then I started reading all the poetry I've written on my blog aloud and I think I made it worse again. Whoops!


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Sunday, October 03, 2004

Shop Music: DevilDrive "Digging Up the Corpses", Resident Evil OST.
Burning: Dusk Strawberry and Cream Candle, Dusk Moroccan Candle.
Drinking: Cranberry Juice.

This coming week is going to be a braid week. I will be doing my hair in various braid styles because I'm so sick of it misbehaving so I'm going to constrain it in *the braid*! Plus, I miss playing around with my hair.
I was having dinner with my sister and she commented on my malnutritious (is there such a word?) diet - I've just realized that with the exception of the times I've eaten out, my diet at home consists mostly of instant noodles or pasta or party pies. See, a social life is good for one thing - it gives me variety and vitamins in my diet!Pah, I'm just too lazy to cook anything else.
Monday: red sweater with white collar and cuffs or black sweater? My Monday braid is going to be a braid dangling down from the very top of my head with red shoelaces dangling from the top and bottom. Okay, that description doesn't sound very good but you have to see it to understand how cool it looks. Lol. Kind of arty goth style.
Everyone is home tonight but the flat is strangely quiet - probably everyone is rushing on last-minute assignments for tomorrow. The start of uni once again - a one week break is so not enough! The hall is dark and you can see light at the crack of every door but everyone is sooo quiet tonight. It's a little unnerving.

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Shop Music: Lacuna Coil "Swamped", Resident Evil: Apocalypse OST.
Drinking: Cranberry Juice
Sky Lantern: Little past a full moon.

"You have to believe in yourself."
"You have to have more spirit."
"Have more confidence in yourself."
These were the words that someone told me this week. I don't exactly remember who he was or even how he looked like, but I won't forget his words anytime soon. If anything, the one thing I've learnt this week is that I have to do exactly what he told me to do.
Funny. I've always thought of myself as a confident person, the type who wouldn't care what other people thought of her. But if I was, then why do I have trouble talking to some people, why do some people intimidate me, why do certain situations still make me afraid and worried and lose belief in myself?
This year is suppose to be a sort of self-finding year, a year where I finally find out what I'm made of and whether I can take it in the real world. Needless to say, I found out some things about myself which aren't necessarily good. Cast adrift in the world, in a strange country with strange people, I didn't adjust as well as I thought I would, I wasn't as self-assured and independent as I thought I would be. I thought I could make it. Sometimes I did, sometimes I just...crashed and burnt. And it's not that easy to pick yourself up.
But while it's not easy, you can pick yourself up. So I'm not that perfect person I thought I was, I'm still crashing, I still mess up, I'm not as strong as I'd like to be, as smart or hardworking as I'd like to be, as beautiful as I'd like to be or as charming and sociable as I'd like to be. I thought I could be comfortable in my own skin - fact is, I'm still learning how to fit in my skin.
And while I do that, the first lesson I still need to learn is to have confidence in myself. Don't get me wrong, I do have confidence in myself. Barring the risk of sounding egotistical, I know that I can be witty and charming and funny and confident. But, somehow, I'm not all of these things all the time, the same way I'm not beautiful all the time. When I have a good day, I'm all of these things all the time. But unfortunately, I'm not beautiful all the time and there are a good number of times a week when all my wit and charm suddenly - and most traitorously - abandon me. Apparently, my confidence is not enough.
Listen to me. I sound like some self-motivation article. The type my mom loves to read.
In the same vein, as mentioned before, the last one and a half weeks has sucked majorly, but I think that things are finally getting better. Either that or I'm just on my way to recovering from the touch of flu I've been having and it's improving my optimism as well.
But I've still been coughing, coughing, coughing my lungs out. If things aren't getting better, I'm going to see - aaaargh! a doctor! - on monday or tuesday. I am soooo sick of this. I was watching Wimbledown just now, and I was like dying to cough throughout the last half of the movie but I bravely restrained myself because it is sooo bloody irritating to be coughing in the cinema. I'd strangle myself, I know.
And speaking of Wimbledown! That was a great movie! Lol, and it was in the right vein since this whole week is like some sort of athletic week thingy, what with the Uni Games and the grading and training and then hanging out with some of the other teams from other states and taking them around. It was like a kendo-nonstop week and while there are some parts which I'd like to run back and do over again - like the competition! and participating while feeling all sick and dodgy and giving a completely terrible performance!sob! - it's also been a really, really, really great week. Like, the competition sucked, but at least I learnt something from it, and, well, it's not so much the winning or losing that matters but the sportsmanship and stuff.
Listen to me!!!!!! I really should start writing a self-help book! Okay, enough of this!
Let's just say that I've had a serious load of *important realizations* this week, so at least I got something good out of my rough time. ;)
And, oh yeah, speaking of sports, I just did some sit-ups and stretches just now, and that felt sooo good for my back. It was just the thing I needed.

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Friday, October 01, 2004

Listening to: Slipknot "Vermilion", Resident Evil: Apocalypse OST.
Sky: Bright and sunny, slight wind
I have never been so bruised before. I have red and dark bruises on my right wrist, a beautiful blue-black bruise on my upper right arm and a smaller one on my upper left arm, bruises on both hands, my blister on my left foot re-opened, my right knee is scraped, there is also a bruise on my right hip and a scratch on my left hip and yet more scratches on my left hand.
This is so cool. I have battle wounds!
Most of these came from training last night. The first hour was like "ow, ow, ow", but the second hour wasn't too bad.
I like self-torture. How bad is that?
After training, I got a ride back with G (hereafter, known as Short Spitfire, because I have to start thinking up nicknames for everyone instead of just referring them by their initial, which wouldn't do any good if you know two people with the same initial). We dropped by this house to pick up her sister first and that house is, like, magnificent! It's absolutely beautiful, decorated to look as if it was a house in sixteenth-century Italy or something, you know, with like these oil paintings and wall sconces and elaborate mirrors and statues and stuff. And they have this huge white furry dog, a Samwhite or something, which is like a moving rug, which is adorable!
When I finally got home and soaked the bruises in a nice hot shower, I called up S (hereafter known as Banana Vuitton) and she, me, and her boyfriend C.L. (hereafter known as Chili) headed down to McDonald's to get me some dinner. I was huungry! And, oh, I am feeling much better! I don't know why, maybe it was training that made me feel better. I think shouting so much actually makes my throat feel better. Maybe because I'm not so sick anymore. Maybe the hex is wearing off. Last night, I finally warded it off and back to whoever hexed me. Anyway, whatever, I feel much better.
Then after that we went down to the casino because Chili wanted to have a look around. I wanted to try my luck and do a little gambling and hopefully, win a whole load of cash that would ease some of my troubles at last, but you can't do much with a couple of bucks. Pah. Next time, you'll see me at the roulette table. Playing big. And winning big. Yeah.
The other night, I was so happy to see my oldest friend, Bundles, online. I really needed to have some girl talk therapy with her, after all the bad week and a half I've been going through. And it turns out that she too had been having a really rough time so we commiserated and complained to one another and comforted one another. We did the three Cs that are a prerequisite of a friendship! Hahaha. And she sent me pictures of Dylan Guo to make me feel better! Yumyum. I felt so much better after having talked to her. I miss her! Can't wait to go back and see her.

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