Save me, please.

Huge chunks of snow falls with a series of murderous thunks from the roof. We all fear for our lives.

I'm sincerely going mad. Enolate ions should drown themselves. I am so mad i could scream all the snow down from the roof. I dont know what to do now. My mind is so full that i cant do anything. I really dont know what to do. I'm so tired because i cant sleep well and i want to cry from frustration, but i cant do either from having my mind so full.

I think i need muscle relaxants.

Stop Snowing! Stop Snowing NOW!

It was cold and windy all day and i couldnt feel my face when i was outside. Then it starting snowing again in the afternoon, which spells more ice on the road later (so we'll see people do sudden, funny little dances on the path and then walk away embarrassedly). Why? Why dont they sprinkle salt on the sidewalks instead of sand? Isnt making the ice melt better than having a sea of muddy smush? Huh? Why? I'm very tense now after being shot at by the wind with millions of ice pellets decending from on high. I could hear them hurling themselves against the hood of my coat, trying to get to me to destroy my brains. Haha but i made it home, and slammed the door in their faces! I'm all safe now, sitting in front of the computer typing this and eating my dinner. Although the pork has become bagua from being put in the microwave, i shall turn on my Christmas lights and be happy.

SnowDay Amusement.

I had so much work planned for Snow Day. Because it's like being given an extra day to study for exams right? But no...

The power all over UBC shut down, all except my dorm (praise God). So Bean came over to bathe/eat/warm up/use computer/play the fool. We threw pennies at the snow hanging off the roof to try and make some of it fall, but none of the pennies so much came within 30cm of their targets so we gave up and concluded we couldnt aim for nuts and that we had better stop before the person living directly above me came to complain. That person also happens to be my residence Dean.

I'm getting stressed. And when i'm stressed i cannot sleep. And when i cannot sleep, i'm even more stressed. Halp! It's 1 o clock.

Snow Day

Snowdaysnowday!

Oh God thank you thank you thank you thank you for the snow! Thank you for making everything so pretty. Thank you for the branches plated in white, and for the snow that piles 8 inches on top of every surface so that the building tops look like they're covered in icing sugar. Thank you, most of all, for SO MUCH of it, because (HAHA!) THERES NO SCHOOL TODAY! I am unable to contain my glee.

Fuzzyfeelings.

Sigh. With christmas lights by my window to a snow covered world, what more could i ask for? Once i get my camera to take some pictures, i'll post them up. Looking at the christmas lights makes me want to just curl up, watch a movie and drink hot chocolate.

Whoever doesnt like Christmas is nuts.

IT'S SNOWING!!!

SNOWSNOWSNOWSNOWSNOW!!!

I'm going to stick my head out of the window and try and eat some.

'Hon' is short for 'Honk'.

An amazing revelation revealed that the reason i never did very well for many things, was that i simply didnt care. It's a very passive thing, which is why i never detected it. Papa and mummy did because i guess its easier to pick out other people's faults. No wonder papa always had a standard line when dishing out a get-bad-marks scolding: "Care less right!? This kind of attitude is called Care Less! You know what happens to people who Care Less? They never get ahead in life!" etcetc. Now it makes sense. I never knew i didnt care, because i never knew what it was like to care. How very strange. I never knew what it was like to consciously work hard for my own good, nor to plan my time or the things i wanted to do. Planning things to do was something mummy always tried to advocate, and i of course dutifully took unappreciable notice. I see what you mean now mother, and i'm sorry i never took it seriously. You taught me well, and this is all my fault. The upside is though, that i'm waking up from the long, oblivious winter of ignorance. My Things To Do List stuck on my magnetic board is testament to this outrageous claim and i do intend to improve.

A round of applause for Vera Yang please, ladies and gentlemen.

God sent an unexpected dollop of grace my way last night at about 10pm when i was at my lab partner's place. We were agonizing over how to get the seaweed to stop animating at the 35th frame, and nothing, repeat nothing, we did would make it work. Then out of the blue, Terence from karate drops me a comment about my msn nickname. So i told him i was stressed out of my hair because Macromedia Flash SUCKS and so does Actionscript (they dont, really. they're fabulous.) And he said, "Why dont you ask the expert? I'm a software engineer, of course i know la." I dont know what i deserved to have this favour bestowed on me. For 6 hours, we wrestled with the programme, and he never once gave any indication that he was sick of doing a ridiculously irritating favour for a very sleepy computer moron. In fact i think he was more enthusiastic than i was, and i dont even know him that well. The whole time it was 'Okay try [code] in the first frame of the movieclip seaweed.' and 'Okay send me a screenshot of that' and 'Change the i<200 to 2. Does one seaweed go away after awhile?' So finally at 4.30am, the blasted seaweed managed to stop moving at the 35th frame and suddenly all was right with the world. I was rather too exhausted to celebrate much but i'm very thankful and terribly happy that i placed my com sci project in God's hands.

Now i owe Terence 100 beers, to which he said "Hell yeah," and i say (to myself) luckily he doesnt know my blog, if not i have to marry him.

This is My Command:

Think about these questions and if you think you know the answer, post it in the comments. Okay if you already knew the answer then dont.

1. A murderer is condemned to death. He has to choose between three rooms.
The first is full of raging fires, the second is full of assassins with
loaded guns, and the third is full of lions that haven't eaten in 3 years.
Which room is safest for him?

2. A woman shoots her husband. Then she holds him under water for over 5
minutes. Finally, she hangs him. But 5 minutes later they both go out
together and enjoy a wonderful dinner together. How can this be?

3. What is black when you buy it, red when you use it, and gray when you
throw it away?

4. Can you name three consecutive days without using the words Monday,
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, or Sunday?

5. This is an unusual paragraph. How quickly can you find out what it is?
It

looks so plain you would think nothing is wrong and, in fact, nothing is
wrong! It is unusual, though. Study it, and think about it and you still
may

not find anything odd. But if you work at it a bit, you might find out. Try
to do it without any coaching!

Who's the cleverest of them all?

mustgaspstopshaking.

needtogaspgaspcalmself.

Pull yourself together, woman. *smacksmack*

Ow.

Okay.

Flashyflashy!

The cry of one who is desperately trying to keep her brains from bursting:

If someone knows nuts about Macromedia Flash 8 and Actionscript 2.0, please please please PLEASE PLEASE, i pray and i beg, help me.

I will marry you.

The Smells of Madness

The smell of diethyl ether is irremovably etched into my skull. Also, i can conjure the delightful scent of formaldehyde-animal carcass at will, and so dispell any annoying hunger pangs. I think my labs are damaging to my psychological wellbeing. Oh except for my com. sc. lab where the TA is, in my opinion, very handsome.

My favourite quote from Lock, Stock (see previous post):

Eddie: They're armed.
Soap: What was that? Armed? What do you mean armed? Armed with what?
Eddie: Err, bad breath, colorful language, feather duster... what do you think they're gonna be armed with?
Guns, you tit!

That, and:

Soap: You're not funny, Tom. You're fat, and look as though you should be, but you're not.

I keep thinking about it and chuckling to myself. Oh help i need to do my work. Stop typing stop typing stop typing!

Okay.

Sleeping Talents.

I love this movie, colorful expletives and all. I want a poster.

On Sunday night we had a movie night which involved 7 of us breaking into the Neville Scarfe Building with crowbars, overiding the security systems, dodging security guards and throwing ourselves against the auditorium doors to blast them open. We then proceeded to watch 2 movies using the projector: Hero, and Lock, Stock & Two Smoking Barrels until 3am.

Okay okay. None of the doors in the building were locked and there was no one about, so we traipsed in there like pixies and watched our movies.

By the time i got back to my room, bathed and got ready to sleep it was 4am. And so, much like a rock, i hit the mattress and was lost to the conscious world right away. No one would ever guess, at first guess what time i woke up the next day.

315pm.

I really am quite talented. In a weird kind of way. And because it's bordering on winter, or already winter, the days are stupidly short, and at 315pm it looks like how 6pm does in singapore. Which means that, when i went to bed it was dark, and when i woke up, it was getting dark again. It's very psychologically damaging actually, not to be able to see sunlight. The Inuit people must be very a very depressed race. They dont have bubble tea to cheer them up either. Nor a happy Bean and a happy Erico.

Break Bread and Smell Cheese.

Gasp! Daryl Wong how come youre in Switzerland! I is jealous. I wants bread and cheese!

Quote of the day:

El tiempo es oro.
(Time is money.)

The Banana Tree Sucked My Money!

I'm definitely eating too much. Ho... so this is what it's to worry about your waistline and cellulite.

Bean and i went to Banana Leaf for dinner today. It's a Malaysian restaurant on Broadway St and spent $x (hehe. Mummy: One life, live it!). It's really not bad at all... we had steamed rice, chicken curry and sambal green beans, and although all not hot despite being promised spicyness by the small chilli sign beside the dish name on the menu, it was an excellent meal. It hit the right spot 5 times. The rice and the dishes were much more than both of us could handle, but we finished them anyway and then sat back with contented sighs. Then Bean, Mistress of all sugar-slathered consumables pipes up, "Let's have dessert!... huhh but i'm very full. But dont care! I want!" And because i was quite pleasantly woozy/stupid at the moment (rather like a fat contented cow) from all the food and 1/4 of a Lychee Mojito, i said okay. So it was a pair of supremely bloated, slightly drunk little girls who waddled out of Banana Leaf at approximately 7pm, collectively $2x poorer.

And what am i doing now? Eating strawberries. My goodness, i feel like a pregnant frog.

Bean says i have a good liver because i turn a beautiful purplish crimson when i drink. Because the blood circulates furiously, or something. It must be true because the alcohol seems to have cleared from my system and i'm (supposed to be) studying computer science with good vigor.

Now guess who is the proud owner of a pair of beautiful Ralph Lauren gloves? HAHAHAHA!!!

Papa in a nostalgic moment while we were discussing fireworks:

A NEW SEASON says:
like last time i teenagerwait ah

A NEW SEASON says:
remember i used to blow up ants nest with firecrackers

WhooshWhizzBang!

Happy Belated Halloween!

I think if i were in Singapore i would have dressed up (as a flapper chick in a scandalously short sparkly dress, i decided yesterday) and walked around Orchard Road, or look for a party to look-see and laugh at people's costumes. But Bean and i went to Vincent's haus last night to play with fireworks with him, Baki, and Vincent's brother and his friends. I would describe the night, first and foremost, as mind-wreckingly cold. So cold that my toes felt like they had died, and the sparklers that i was holding vibrated violently in sync with my muscle contractions. But still, it was a great night of big bangs and alarming whizzing sparks. There were various types of fireworks... i dunno what all of their names are so i named some myself to aid my efforts at describing them. There were Roman Candles (real name), little buzzing Demon Balls, screaming Witchy Spirals, flamboyant Spark Splutterers, and a giant one that tried to deafen everyone to death several times in a row. We watched each one go off with delightful wonderment amidst Vincent's mutterings of, "They're all falling on my roof!" and Baki's comments of, "That's right. Aim for the telephone wires."

I cant say fireworks are the safest things in the world and i'm not surprised at the Singapore govt for banning them. I mean... someone's face could get blown off. Or the Merlion's front tooth could get knocked out. But what they are, is definitely humongous fun. It was a reminder that even amidst the stress of school, there should be time to do mindlessly fun things like that. That, and stuff yourself with pizza and feed the crusts to Vincent's grumpy, fat lump of a dog.