normally when people ask if you would like the good/bad news first. which would you prefer to choose. usually people would choose the bad news first 'cos it's always good to end on a good note. somehow when bad stuff occurs people always tend to forget that good stuff ever occured. somehow negative stuff always tend to stick in our minds more. 

japanese ah pek songs are the best. it's strangely soothing to listen to smooth vocals of older men at weird times in the night while nursing a cough post-genting trip (dont worry im not h1n1-ed). it brings back memories of times when i was but a small jc kid listening to larcenciel and stumbling across some japanese oldies which stirred and soothed at the same time, taking a break from the speed metal and gothic strains of malice mizer tunes. 

 I have decided before the school term reopens its time to cheese out and live life to the fullest! So that means meeting up with friends, going to endless karaoke sessions, taking advantage of every recession and student meal lunch offer, letting finances be flow out with great viscosity (that's where those economists get the term liquid money from i bet! scoundrels!), and of course my favorite activity, lying on my bed and trying to defeat chaos in dissidia!

I just realised school is going to start soon! This really sucks. Although i hate doing nothing at home, i'd rather be rotting my brains away than filling my brains with useless knowledge. Yes, that's what school does to you. I would rather be sitting at my computer idly surfing ppls blogs/random other stuff than camping on STARs waiting for that all important com432 slot to appear. I would rather be cramping up my back and fingers with completing data entry after data entry than be reading page after page of tear and boredom inducing notes. I would rather be taking the train to boon lay to catch liverpool players waving at ur friendly neighbourhood ah peks and ah bengs at jur point atrium than squeezing in the train with factory workers and office workers to catch that obnoxious 179A and ultimately still be late for that 830 morning lecture. Ok the comparisons could go on forever but i'm just really really reluctant for school to start again. It seems that there is still so much to do and so much to see before those restricting chains binding us from true freedom cuts into our bleeding wrists yet again. (i am being melodramatic now.) I can't think of anything exciting or remotely creative to do with it! even research on google wielded 0 results that made me writhe with extreme creativity (by keying in corkboard designs nonetheless, char dont roll ur eyes at me). Perhaps tomorrow i shall flip through my cutie interior magazine, maybe only a truly japanese way can match my japanesesque room! I wish i had some instax photos/poloraids to put on it. Then it will really seem like those blogspot layouts! For now my x-men and spiderman pinups that i have torn out from Lime magazine (does it still even exist?!) shall adorn my corkboard. Not for long though... i hope! Wish me luck!

   

strangely i have been avoiding the computer for very long. this is very unlike my usual behavior where i usually embrace all things digital and pixels (not pixellated).

Last week was a bustling week of activity compared to my usual days of laziness! Hurray to that! but boo to the quick drainage of funds that i have suffered. sadly unlike my employed friends who have funds flowing in like the singapore river (slow, narrow but surely), i am still surviving in stagnant financial waters that will soon be breeding mosquitoes and spreading malaria (for a moment i thought the disease that aedes mosquitoes spread is AIDS! how foolish of me). 

 i realise that i have once again relapsed into the evil crime of non updating and hence breaking all promises i have made with myself to update more regularly since a blog is for updating after all.  both of us ordered crispy chicken rice. jo ordered the original flavor while i ordered fermented (?!) chicken. both tasted the same. char also ordered crispy chicken of the cheesey variety. there was no difference. yanyan ordered starchy soup. another funny episode to note is that we wanted 4 glasses of water but the waiter kindly informed us that each glass will cost 20 cents each. quite reasonable. but he added abruptly: ice water costs 40 cents. WTF!! so we reasoned that we cld just pay a dollar more for flavored tasty water. so jo and char ordered barley that was extremely odd (and when i say odd, its really very very odd indeed). it was starchy cloudy barley that looks like limewater (or was it limestone, chem fails me) exposed to dubious amounts of CO2 and tasted like that too.

this is so scary in merely less than a week my feet will be treading the sunny (and damn sunny at that) shores of singapore. it's surreal how something i have looked forward to for most of my life (aka staying in a foreign country, any country at that just to get away from my monotonous life) has abruptly come to an end. the last few weeks after we came back from taiwan passed by in a mad flurry like a mcflurry (or a double sundae if u prefer other macdelights). you could say that it was a best of nonstop megahits compilation.

firstly with a trip to shenzhen again where pirated dvds were bought in excess along with some tiong clothes, a killer week of projects with grpmates that were slightly more helpful this time, the first protest we witnessed on campus (and albeit my whole life), ah joy's birthday at red box where we had tong xiao ktv and a turtle sneaked into her 2nd floor room, happy beach days at shek o, (of course all these was interspersed with some studying which is a memory that i do not want to preserve but i think deserves special mention so that my parents will noe that i actually did study), another birthday with a midnight surprise this time it's maymay's bday at ktv (again) and watching awesome wolverine, another mongkok wallet draining and bleeding trip, indie outing at the hk cultural museum (to stem the bleeding wallets), celebrating the end of exams by watching coraline (IN 3-D SO COOL!), going to macau and zhuhai the nxt day in the sun that made me a human lobster, our ethnocentric farewell party, ktv for the last time with bcg, playing drinking games at redbar (cos we're posh that way), fail trip to happy valley racecourse, korean bbq buffet with hk classmates, dye and highlight hair at mongkok to look update my kaela-impersonator look.

if u even bothered looking through that long paragraph of purely factual descriptions with no elaboration (if this were a lit essay it will get 8/25), you would have noticed that the last month was chock full of mad activities. you also realise this is all going to end when day by day u get more desperate to find things that u casually thought a mere 5 mths ago: 'oh i can get this later before i go back.' and then realising now the painful lesson: if you like it, dont take too long to buy it. now i can't find my vivienne westwood perfume. i am rather upset. okei maybe that's an understatement. but oh well all these will come to an end soon. when the dust from our hectic last min present buying madness settles, when i finally have to pull out my giant red luggage from the dusty top cupboard, when i take off the pictures and posters that line my walls, when i throw my hospital pjs, old clothes and old bedsheets into the recycling bin, that's when you know. it will all end soon. as my oft quoted quote from eternal sunshine of the spotless mind goes:

"Clementine: This is it, Joel. It's going to be gone soon.
Joel: I know.
Clementine: What do we do?
Joel: Enjoy it."

oh btw i miss painting my nails.

It's times like these. In the dead suffocating silence of the night, suffering from post-insomnia, trying to tire myself to the brink of exhaustion by leafing through mindless textbooks even though nothing is remotely filtering into my head with the hope that when i sleep strange thoughts won't haunt me. It's times like these when x-japan's music inexplicably soothes through all the heartache and pain. 'tis a remedy that even clockwise/anticlockwise spinning doctors cannot explain and hence, prescribe. it's also at times like these, i reason with myself, no matter how the things that i can look forward to when i go back dwindles alarmingly quickly, at least i can look forward to one thing that will never change, touching my beloved piano again, rusty fingers eventually regaining familiarity with dusty ivories. let that be my only respite.