T.G.I.L.D.

if we dont get this thing working by friday, well, technically, we're pretty much screwed. and it doesnt help knowing that we're not the only ones who need this piece of crap for our project.

in the meantime, this was borrowed from the school library today.


i could just smile and pretend that i understood everything in this book.
i could try.

thank god it's labour day tomorrow. thank you.

i'm going out. i cant believe it. i'm going out. on a public holiday. to town. where the streets will be filled with people. tons, and tons, and tons of people. the public. what i fear most: crowds.

under normal circumstances, i would probably whack myself in the head if i chose to go out on such a day, or you would probably have to drag me across the streets if you want me out. but this time round, i guess i'll do it. i'll sacrifice. only for the sake of him.

Peter Parker.


Spidey.

yes. i have tickets. i think.
interesting though. i just cant picture Topher Grace portraying Venom's character. i mean, it's Topher Grace. it's Eric.

you're telling me that this man,


is going to play...


this thing?

it's like...

this,


becoming


this.

queer and strange. but i'll be interested in finding out how it goes.

dang. i'm sooo sleepy. and yet i refuse to go to bed. no. i refuse to end this night just like that. not on a monday night. not when the next day's a holiday. nope.

oh who the marmalade am i kidding? i'm out.

i need new strings!

question.
how many random things do you have in your room?


one, (this is 3 years old)


two,


three,


four,


five.

i have 5 random things in my room. *cough*

i need new strings for my guitar!


it looks worned out.




my fretboard. :(


rusty knobs.

i know. awful. i've owned this baby for 3 1/2 years but the strings have only been changed once. i still dont dare to remove the strings for fear of damaging the fretboard(permanently), unfortunately. i'm sorry my baby! help.

okay i need more than new strings. i need guitar polish, a cloth and a peg winder. i need money.

and maybe a new guitar.

the walk home

2 non-progressive days of school.

i got downgraded from

this chicken chop,

to...


this knick-knack-paddy-whack.

18 weeks and 3 days more. you do the math.

6.30pm. bad timing. students raided the bus stop. it felt like a night market. pasar malam. when the bus came, people swarmed in like attacking bees. buzz. buzz. sting. crowds. brrr. have i mentioned my fear of crowds?

i decided to walk home.


one, two, buckle my shoe.


what's ahead.


you know i had nothing to do.


almost reaching the halfway mark. legs alive? check.

soon...

the sky turned a deeper shade of blue.

i took about 50 minutes to get home. sure, my legs were really tired. yes, i saw 4 of my buses pass by me. and ok, the 2nd, 3rd and 4th toes on my right foot cramped together for 5 seconds when i got home.

still, i thought that the walk was good .

thanks to the rain in the afternoon, the air was thin, cool and crisp. the headache that i had earlier slowly went away as i walked. mmm. refreshing. great exercise.

of course, i came home and food laid all around. so um...
but that's another story, really.

i cant stop munching on koko krunch. darn it.

still smiling?

so school begins in 1 day's time. ok tomorrow.

funny. i didnt think that i would feel any post-holiday blues because i have been going to school at least twice every week, since the beginning of the holidays. but strange enough, i'm feeling something.

i dont think it's the blues though.

i'm nervous. yea, that's it. nervous shit. this whole S.I.P. thing's dead serious and i'm starting to feel the pressure slowly sipping through my veins.

you have to complete this. you have to be able to do this. you have to produce something by this deadline. you dont and you fail. you're gonna screw up.

last night, i told my mom that i thought i was watching too much american tv. too much, leaving me the impression that life is just that simple after high school. after college. you move on. pursue your dreams. be an artist. be a dancer. be a singer. a fashion designer. work at a deli. sell coffee. be a banker. be a wedding planner. be the boss of a big company. doesnt matter. take things easy. you'll get by.

it doesnt quite work out that way here, does it? you cant just "get by", can you?

everything's a competition. you "get by" and you're behind. but what if i said that i would be contented with just "getting by"? now i'm the girl with no dreams? no ambitions? or just someone who's too scared to look forward to the journey that she's about to embark on, that she's willing to settle with just "getting by"?

well, i'll tell you what it is. i'll tell you the truth. i've always lived with the thought- ever since i could think- that i'll be contented with just "getting by". yes i have. but i have ambitions too. i just, dont see the need for luxury. and the damn competitions. unless it's a competition to see who burps loudest. so what do you make out of this?

i have no idea.

i need to listen to some imogen heap.

it's nearly 2 am. you think alot at times like this. or maybe i just do. i also think about what to eat even though i've brushed my teeth and it's 2am. and what breakfast i should have tomorrow. i'm thinking pancakes. and pancakes make me smile. and hungry.

shoot. i'm hungry.

I Will Follow You Into The Dark

to the Virginia Tech tragedy victims and their families.

"Love of mine some day you will die
But I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark

No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark

If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark

In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule
I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black
And I held my tongue as she told me
"Son fear is the heart of love"
So I never went back

If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark

You and me have seen everything to see
From Bangkok to Calgary
And the soles of your shoes are all worn down
The time for sleep is now
It's nothing to cry about
Cause we'll hold each other soon
The blackest of rooms

If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
Then I'll follow you into the dark"

- I Will Follow You Into The Dark (Death Cab For Cutie)

this song is really getting to me right now. heartfelt.

with deepest sympathy.

rest in peace.

smile on. even if your life sucks. i mean, really. REALLY. really.

*pulls hair*

*pops veins*

*stares into space in utter discomfort*

*stress mode: on*

i'm not ranting. i'm not ranting!

i'm smiling. see? smiling.


really!

smile on. even if your life sucks. i mean, really.

i want to rant.

i want to rant about everything i've just heard at the S.I.P.(Student Internship ProgramStudent In Prison) talk today. i really want to.

i want to whine.

about everything that's been going on. about the non-progressive work that we've been producing. heck. i'll whine about school if i could. and i really want to.

but i think it's time i shut up and start getting jiggy with it.

life aint perfect, and it'll never be, so i should just face the facts and get on with it. and so should all of you!


so smile, bitches! :)

i met my brother in school today. someone thought the way we greeted each other was funny. *cough*

on a side note, i'm finally done with Prison Break 2. awesome show. now i'll just have to wait for season 3. START FILMING, WENTWORTH. you know you want to.

speaking of which, i'll be officially doing time in prisonschool*cough* starting next week. how great. i cant wait to get my thumbprints scanned every morning. really! *grins like the dog*. *only, the dog meant it*

shit, what did i say about life not being perfect or something..but we should be getting..on..getting jiggy... baloney macaroni... what...?

The Deathly Hallows

i'm in a little bit of a dilema.

of whether i should pre-order the latest Harry Potter book, or not get it at all.

first off, just to make sure you're all clear, i am a huge fan of H.P. books. yes, i AM one of those people. twiddle dee, twiddle dum. alakazam me if you want, but yes, I AM a fan.

okay, here's the thing. if i pre-order the book, i get a 10% discount, and a 1 in 450,000 chance of winning a trip to London for four *cough*. if i dont pre-order it, i'd have to pay full value. so it's either i pre-order it right now, or not get it at all.

the thing is, even after the discount, the book still costs a bomb. $47.15.

i was given the 2nd and 3rd book by a family friend from UK before i even knew what Harry Potter was about. the 4th book was borrowed, and the 5th book was free because we had some special american express thing. only the 6th book, as i recall, was purchased. pre-ordered too, if i'm not wrong. and it was around the same price.

so here comes the 7th. ohboy.

mom reckoned that it was too expensive. i would agree with her on that but, but, it's the 7th book! the last book! how can i read every other book, and not the final and last one? i could borrow it, but..there's always that sense of satisfaction in owning something that you really want, no? ah. contemplation.

then my bro said something. "just pre-order it. if you want it, just get it. if it gives you a sense of satisfaction, you should just get it. that's what life is all about. if you're always doing things the other way, then life would be unsatisfying, right?"

my brother. his philosophy of life. if you want it, just do it. nike.

dad told me to pre-order it too.

hmm. i'm really seeing an answer to my questions already. BUT MOMMA'S RIGHT. it is EXPENSIVE. and i'll finish the book in 4 days. but..it is the FINAL book. i...i've got to OWN it. of course, i could always just wait a couple of years when the value of the book drops to $8- $15 bucks. BUT the whole idea is to find out what happens ASAP. no?

alright, alright. so you see, i AM that fan. the books. you're allowed to laugh at me. strange. you wouldnt see me contemplating(or even considering) at all if this was a top(outfit) or a meal. maybe a concert of my favourite band though...(but that's another story).

and i kind of have been saving up for this....

hmm.

the wheels on the bus go round and round.

hey.

return me my sketchbook, moodboard and illustration board, already!

COME ON.

guilt-tripping

the night feels different.

i have no more james patterson books to read. no more murders, kidnapping, midnight creep-outs. i feel so empty inside.

ah. must be the post-patterson-blues.

i am not out of books to read though. i did borrow 3 books from the regional library on wednesday.


this,


this,


and this.

a 100 bucks if you can guess where i plan to go to in the near future.
100 monopoly bucks.

Jack & Jill came to The Hill

everyone had returned to their respective bedrooms. my family was asleep. i was in the only room in the house with the light on. my bedroom. i sat on my bed. it was quiet. really quiet. silent. it was 3am. and i was reading Jack & Jill.

then my door creaked.

FUDGE! not when i was at the point of finding out who the Sojourner Truth School killer was! or Jack & Jill's real identities! NOT THEN!

that sudden creak totally scared the xena out of me. for 5 seconds, i wondered if the Truth School killer had actually sneaked into my house and was attempting to enter my room. then i laughed at myself for being such a wuss, knowing that it was only a story.

...then i wondered if it was Jack & Jill instead.

thud, thud. back to the story, you fool. thud, thud. too quiet.

the door creaked for the 2nd time.

i walked to my radio and turned the damn thing on.

"hey hey, you you, i dont like your girlfriend..."

*breathes*

Move aside, K-FED!

marcphee-ver is over!



"vanilla-ice" wannabe leaves the mcphee-ver for the new and improved (not-so-bald) Britters!



i smell bad rap and legal lawsuits coming up!

picture credit: anna in the footsteps of her idol
photo credit: Trent

The Dance Floor

they did it. they finally got someone to really destroy a perfectly healthy song. congratulations!

i know that all the songs used werent done by the original singers because of copyright issues but SURELY they can find someone who can pronounce the words BETTER?

"big black horse... and the cherry twree..."

NOOOOOOO! not the song of one of my favourite singers!
i mean, COME ON. the cherry twree???

thanks, mediacorp. woohoo!
get it? woohoo(big black horse..*woohoo* and the cherry tree..*woohoo*)? i should definitely do stand-up one day.


i.am.so.sorry.

Move aside, Martha Stewart

how a person manages to stuff tons of clothes into a cupboard is questionable and the one person to ask for answers would be ME.

you see, this takes a little bit of skills but as long as you get the gist of it,it's not all that difficult.

step 1: i dont suggest you fold your tees perfectly because they crumple in the end anyway but if it makes you feel good looking at it in the beginning, by all means, make the perfect fold.

step 2: split the section into 2 columns so that you can put more tees in it.

step 3: put the less worn(or will never be worn) tees at the base. then stack those that are worn slightly more often on top of it. stack as many as possible. remember, put the ones that you will wear most often right on top.

by now, you will realise that the cupboard is getting a bit full.

step 4: dig. you heard me. press hard on the stacked up tees. dig for space like you've never dug before. grab the remaining tees one by one and slot it into the remaining space.

step 5: there're still a few more tees on the bed? no problem. grab the tees in pairs.

step 6: dump the tees into the space between the door and the 2 columns of tees in a fast and quick motion. remember to keep your hand on those tees.

step 7: remove your hand quickly and shut the cupboard door immediately. if the door pops out a little, slam it shut. whistle and walk away.

simple as that. it only takes 7 steps.

of course, this only works if your tees are old and huge and half of it once belonged to your brother while the other half are worn for sleeping. it also only works if your cupboard is a small cube the size of a tiny locker. i cant guarantee the same outcome otherwise.

on next month's issue, we'll deal with how to turn on the tv with your big toe...