Thursday, December 21, 2006

yeah flying off tomorrow, trying to look real busy so that i wont be called up to perform some task or other which takes my mothers fancy.. not very good at that though.. i havent really mastered the art of being invisible yet.. anybody got pointers, please feel free to share.. i dont see why they must hurry me so, theres still quite a bit of time.. but ive packed already so well no complaints there.. i like leaving things to the last minute.. rushing to meet deadlines or well more often than not, rushing to be on time gives a burst of adrenaline which motivates me more than long-term planning does.. i love buses.. the way they allow you hundreds of options to choose from, whether youre late or not depends on a combination of both luck and skill.. you have to like know the probability of the arrival of the various buses and the in-bus times, but whether the buses come within a certain time can make or break the whole thing.. and then theres the whole proportioning out of the journey.. if the bus amazingly gets through here, youll have 5 minutes from here to here, 10 minutes from there to there, then 5 mins to grab everything then run.. if the bus gets held up then theres 4 mins, 8 mins, then 3 mins sprint.. or even worse, total journey time 10 mins (probably impossible), and an all-out crazy sprint sprint.. i rarely do those crazy sprints these days.. my muscles are feeling lazy and left-out.. my calf muscles feel like they really need to be stretched and my ankles feel kinda wierd.. oh did i tell you last time when i was still a dumb dumb kid of seven years, and i was still learning ballet.. there was this time when i sprained my ankle because i listened to the other childrens advice that standing up on the see saw made it all the more fun.. i didnt even last five seconds.. yeah, some more after that got some race through macritchie reservoir which i get left behind cos i couldnt walk properly haha.. and you know what.. that day, the ballet teacher said i danced (or rather, tried to dance) really well.. oh how retarded that was.. but she wasnt really a nice person so oh well.. so anyways.. today i saw this young boy running for the bus i was on.. i think he missed it and was attempting to make it for the next bus stop.. well, didnt look like he would make it, from the way he was running.. and plus the next bus stop was further than usual.. yeah so he stopped and gave up when he saw me looking.. oh wells, even if you cant make it youll never know unless you give it your 110% right.. your mitochondria are simply dying for an adventure.. anyways, another reason why i love buses is the flexibility that buses give. there are always alternative routes for you to take, provided you know your buses well enough.. mrt.. once you commit to this way, you gotta follow through.. its so predictable it leaves nothing to the imagination.. oh yes, and besides, i live in between mrt stations, which makes me not far from any.. but not near to any either.. yes another reason.. i love the windows.. you can stare at people, and in a couple of seconds, youre past.. majority of those being stared-at wont even notice theyre being stared at.. cool huh.. in the mrt, the only people who arent too small to be properly observed at those on the train.. but then, theyll think its kinda rude right.. anyways.. i was on the bus and i saw this person at the bus stop who i guess stares (okay fine, looks) at people too.. we kinda stared at each other for a while, until the bus started to move off.. i looked away first, since i was in such a good mood, feeling all christmas-carolly and all.. did you know that the word noel actually kinda equals carol? i never knew that (okay yes i am a dumb dumb after all).. i always thought it meant like a person or something.. i guess i wasnt really paying attention to what ive been singing all these years.. bad girl.. haha anyways, dunno why this years christmas feels different somehow.. hmm what was i doing last year.. i think i probably was err sulking or something.. oh nono i remember now.. i was working at the book expo thing and i was hoping that by the time i reached back the whole christmas dinner party thing would be over.. but it wasnt, much to my disappointment.. yeah so then the whole hello merry christmas how are you what are you doing now thing took place, with me wishing that id already perfected the skill of being invisible.. as you can probably tell, one year on hasnt improved that area of expertise very much..
haha this is great ive actually bought myself half an hour trying to look like im part of the background.. my mum (thankfully) has been attracted to the box we call a tv.. even though im pretty sure theres nothing much in the way of watching.. speaking of watching stuff, theres a list of movies i wanna catch, but dont have the time and money to.. btw did i tell you i like making lists? and plans (preferably not written out.. writing it out slows down the thinking process)? but im just very very bad at following through with them.. it kinda helps you slot the right things in the right places in your brain.. okay so.. not necessarily in this order..
1) eragon
2) turning pages
3) water
4) curse of the red [something]
there.. hope i didnt miss anything out.. and speaking of slotting stuff around in my brain.. i dont like it when im trying to pack my room and somebody sees the huge mess and well, im sure very well-meaningly, packs it all up to look all neat and tidy.. or i leave stuff somewhere and somebody keeps it back in place.. its very frustrating.. i love it when i have these like huge piles of stuff.. and when i dig for something, i have this idea of where it is (degree of vagueness varies).. and its like i have this feeling of it being between this kind of stuff and that kind of stuff.. and when i actually find it, and i look at the place i found it, i can understand what the past me was thinking when i stuffed the thing there.. its very logical, really. there is always order in chaos.. it is only us who cant find the order.. oh but the thing is, i sometimes dont really pay very much attention to where i put some of the things.. depending on how important i feel the thing has, the deeper/lesser the impression of where i left it.. so some things i cant remember for the life of me where they are.. i didnt think that id be really needing that.. and so, those are the unfortunate things which get lost..
okay lemme list the things i need to say goodbye to before i leave.. my good old friend mister piano.. he can be really stubborn, well i guess i can be too, so that makes two.. yeah, heres the kind of friend who will still remain your friend even though youre waging a cold war with him, or for the time being found something else more interesting to take up your time.. and this very computer, another good ol' reliable one.. if my sources are correct, ive known it for seven or eight years.. and still plodding on dutifully.. not bad, huh.. not exactly the fastest anymore, but well one couldnt ask for more.. and of course my dearest bed.. some crazy stuff youve brought me through, some nights.. and still as comfortable as ever.. oh yes speaking of sleeping.. last week i couldnt sleep properly cos i was trying a sleeping experiment which i kinda abandoned.. i wanted my sleep more heh.. i was trying to find which kind of music puts me to sleep the best, be it deepest sleep or fastest sleeping time.. i think the deepest sleep has to go to george crumb, yeah and i think the most dreamless to.. although im sure i did dream but i just cant remember what for the life of me.. and the fastest would have to go to the weird stuff that people my age (apparently) listen to nowadays.. the way to go about sleeping in this is to start to take it apart into different bands of sound, and before i know it, im waking up and its the next day.. either that, or its just plain silence and the sound of the crickets.. this works only when im not actually thinking whether im falling asleep or not though.. but i tell you, the worst worst worst was tchaikovsky.. dont ever try that.. i thought it might send me off with little dancing figures or something, but oh my gosh i took so super long getting to sleep, and even then i dont even know if it qualifies as sleeping.. i was still awake at FOUR.. and couldnt get back to sleep after that.. yeah, so if you know what stuff puts people to sleep, tell me horh.. i wanna know/try too.. hmm, i think i should say goodbye to the plants too.. last time i used to talk to them whenever i was free.. i tell you ah, before i started jc i told myself i must do bio H3 ah.. you know why.. cos i thought that H3 they let you do whatever research you wanted, and haha guess what i wanted to do.. i wanted to like study the effect of talking on plants.. like the length of talking, the subjects, the volume, whether or not its a real person or just a recording or simulation, the number of plants being talked to etc. etc. and talking really does work okay.. you know right in secondary school we had this experiment on the intensity of light vs. rate of photosynthesis.. me and shyna were partners, and we were singing the counting crows song which goes like come on, come on blah blah blah which was kinda popular at that time because of shrek.. and guess what.. the rate of photosynthesis of our hydrilla (measured by no. of air bubbles) was triple that of any other hydrillas.. not bad huh.. of course, it was a very ameteur experiment, but oh wells.. i wanted to bring it home to keep as a err, pet (?) or something.. but then it got passed around and got lost or something.. poor it.. im sure it died shortly after.. yeah, so say goodbye to plants..
anyways, i think ive stayed invisible for long enough.. plus my fingers have had enough exercise for one day.. going to stone around or sth..

Bonjour. Si vous voulons me chercher, vous êtes venu au faux endroit.

Thursday, December 21, 2006

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