It's old hallow's eve and I'm UP EARLY TO STUDY FOR MY HISTORY TEST TOMORROW. Talking about having a freaky day. Ugh, and most likely I would be up late at night cramming ten weeks worth of work instead of going trick or treating. I hate school work! It's ruining my college life!

On a lighter note, yesterday was good because my mum was so happy she finally bought a pair of shoes at PedderRed that she got me hot pink nail polish from Anna Sui :))).

Today has really been quite a good day for me! Firstly, IT WAS THE BLACK SABBATH WITH DIO HEAVEN AND HELL CONCERT!!! YEAH! Please forgive the poor quality of my photos, my camera phone is really awful. Anway, it was really quite good! The drum and guitar solos were insane and Dio still has his charisma. It didn't really help that we were constantly blocked by some towering guy or a gyrating headbanging woman ( i use woman as the crowd was relly quite old!), and with Dio's small frame I had to constantly crane my neck to catch him in action! Another peeve was this man dressed very nicely in a long sleeved shirt who just barged in front of us to take a photo. Like hello?? Firstly, who wears office clothes to a concert?? A rock concert at that! Plus, he didn't seem to be a fan of any sort, like the kind that just went to show his gf and buddies he's cool and tough. Hmph. But other then that, it was pretty great on the whole! The band seemed to have run out of steam cuz they only played for an hour plus. One encore (neon knights) was done, but that was it. Pretty disappointing as I was really hoping the set would last for 1.5 hours and the least!

Since it ended early, I met up with ky to watch the great spy experiment at timbre...which wasnt very good. Maybe it was in comparison to black sabbath, I don't know. I've never heard their stuff before anyway, ky's the big fan. Haha. Chan phop cakrii thii timbre kha! Haha, that's a last ditch attempt to practice my thai before the big oral test. Anyway, the gig ended in half an hour. So we hung around and decided to go to arab street for supper. Trudged all the way from fort canning to bugis. Ky ordered this salabah dessert which was immensely sweet and nutty! Very much like a turkish delight. One bite deemed it ambrosia, but eating the whole thing proved too much. Got stoned on blueberry mint shisha, and had my favourite iced mint tea! The Balagawa shake was nice too, but it's kinda like the cold version of the sabalah.

Anyhoo, I'm suffering from post gig adreneline and shisha headiness right now, so I'm pretty upbeat and happy :)))). I cant wait for xin to email me the vids she took!!!

Today has been a real day of revelation and discovery.

1) Dumbledore was revealed to be gay by J K Rowling. I kid you not. Apparently, he even had a little something something with that rival evil wizard friend of his (whose name I have clearly forgoten). check it out

2) While furiously sifting through newspaper articles for me to write my sociology term assignment on, I came across the article concluding the section 377A issue. And a familiar name. Victorians will know what I am talking about. The thing that disturbed be, wasn't the fact that his name appearing in the article, or him being interviewed by the press, but the fact there was the word "former" just beside his occupation. It disturbed me, it intrigued me. Being out of touch with school news ever since graduation, I had no inkling about this! I guess t doesn't help when my source of information (yes, you auntie meng!) is across the globe and I hardly can chat with her since I tend to do work at night (which is when she comes online). Anyhoo, the questions recurred in my mind again and again. Did he quit so he could solely concentrate on the project he had set up? Or was he fired due to the reasons we all should know, or could be a combination of both? Anyone with any info about this please tell me! I'm bursting to know even though I was never personally acquainted with him. It's a matter of indignation (or hopefully, a wrongly placed one), and not just of curiosity.

This is at SERENE NEO's request
HAHAAH

Black sabbaath tmr! So eggciting:))

Blue. Purple. Red.
I want to get pink and white.
Or be a carrot head like Hayley Williams.

Se7en is really a great movie. I've always heard about it when people talk about cult movies, but never really understood the hype until now. The show was very film noir, with the killer set out to punish his victims according to the seven deadly sins. It's a pretty serious, gripping movie and the ending was especially torturing. You knew it was coming, yet you would think of the other possibilities. No doubt that you knew his wife would be attacked, yet you kept thinking maybe John Doe would attack them instead, or would there be other strangers. Who was to think, John Doe and Mills were the last victims. The murderer punishing himself for his sin of envy, and turns Mills to wrath. Brilliantly executed, wonderfully timed. SEVVY YOU HAVE TO WATCH IT OKAY.

Don't ever leave me in a video store alone.

I just went over to videoezy to rend the film I was to watch for my sgfil module, and I ended up coming home with four more movies:
.Thank you for smoking (i love it so much I just had to watch it again)
.seven
.Fast food nation
.Good bye Lenin!
. Eating air (the film for my sgfilm module, which was oddly placed in the foreign section)

HOW AM I GOING TO STUDY?

Chan may chccp khian phasaa thay:(.



I decided to just carry on living as I have, not thinking too much and feigning blissful ignorance. It hurts to doubt someone you've known for so long, but I shan't be the one to break it. I would like to say a big thank you to the dear bamchilla whose always been the big booming voice of reason, and never gets into emotional tangles. Sometimes it's just hard for me to say something, I'm just not the type who can spill their heart to any stranger at the pub. Therefore, I fully appreciate the invention of the written word. Who wants to get inked with me?

It's nice to have something so personal distinctly locked away from the prying eye.

I want to built a big castle, with towering steeples. A large moat around it filled with hungry piranhas. Within this stone fortress, I shall be the sole living creature there. A little garden to be built at the rooftop to feed myself. Splendid isolation, eternal self reflection. No living soul shall be allowed in, as I had suffered the ploy of the trojan horse once too many times. Enough is enough, I have realized my fortress is infallible and the only way to make it impregnable is to refuse all entry. Never again, I tell myself, never again shall I allow another to enter. Even familiars are not to come close, mabe to the edge of the moat but never, to let down the drawbridge.



I thought I could change my life by going far away, and I did. But now I'm back to teh same circle, and it's so hard to break free.

I Hate Myself And Want to Die

Runny nose and runny yolk
even if you have a cold still
you can cough on me again
i still haven't had my fulfill

It was Sunday X4
What's that sound?

Broken heart and broken bones
think about how a castrated horse feels
one more quirky cliche' phrase
you're the one i wanna refill

most people don't realize that
two large pieces of coral painted brown
and attached to his skull with common wood screws
would make a child look like a deer

I think my ulcer is growing
soon enough it's going to engulf my whole tongue
COULD THIS BE *inserts doomsday music* TONGUE CANCER??

Who knows a good and quick cure for ulcers? It's really very painful:(((.

IM THE CHAMELEON HAIR QUEEN:))))

What Your Halloween Habits Say About You

You are an outgoing person who's a bit of a showoff. It's likely that you dress up for Halloween every year. You definitely think of yourself as someone who has a dark side. And part of having that dark side means not showing it. Your inner child is stubborn and a bit bossy. You fear those closest to you finding out who you really are. You dread people discovering your secrets. You're prone to be quite emotional and over dramatic. Deep down, you enjoy being scared out of your mind... even if you don't admit it. You are a traditionalist with most aspects of your life. You like your Halloween costume to be basic, well made, and conventional enough to wear another year.

What's Your Halloween Personality?

How You Life Your Life

You seem to be straight forward, but you keep a lot inside. You say whatever is on your mind. Other people's reactions don't phase you. You prefer a variety of friends and tend to change friends quickly. You have one big dream in your life, and you never lose sight of it.

How Do You Live Your Life?

My mum is just the funniest ever. Today she text me and this was how it went:

me" haha, wah someone can sms so well already!"
mum" haha i'm a claver mather"
me" HAHA its CLEVER MOTHER"

omggg I almost burst out laughing in Khruu Jeab's car.

Mondays are good days, just as the band called Happy Mondays.
I was nearly late for sgfilm midterms, so I had to hail a cab to rush down in time. Literature was unproductive as usual. We spent most of the time terrorizing Audrey's brothers online(dougie poo and handsome boy bennie), urging the lecturer to hurry end so we could answer the call of nature and grimacing over Maarteje's unsweetened liquorice(ugh), instead of listening about the iambic pentameter we find in the Tempest.

If only my interest lay in something I'm good at,
yet again, there doesn't seem to be any trait I am particularly apt in.
Tautological argument. Circular life.
I want to break the ring now.

I wish I was able to write beautifully. If only I could construct sentences that flow so elegantly, instead of just jumbling some random words up into construed sentences that don't even make sense. Case in point.

Funniest question by a customer at work today:
" Excuse me, could you reccomend to me where to have good steak?"

Tests, tests and more tests tomorrow.
I really feel like a retard in Arts.

Sometimes, just the littlest things in life can make me feel real in this world. Regular chats online, trips to the ice cream shoppe after school, all these make me forget about how mundane my life can be. Sure enough, I have one of the most boring life around. School, home, school ,home. Stay home on free days doing work or researching. But just these things, can make me remove the shackles of contempt for my robotic life, even just for a moment :).

I like boysen berries, peanut butter, graham crackers and cookie dough all mushed up together.
I think I shall stick to my exclusive little group thank you very much.
Making new friends and maintaining such relations can be tiring.

I miss my minmin, mugsoc, and pseudo intellectual morbid group.
Soon enough, I'm going to miss kellock and my kindergarten and tiny tots.
And you wonder why old people are so sentimental of their past.

Could someone help me attatch wings
I need to escape from here.

I don't know why I'm hating school so much. It's amazing that most of us are abhorring school to this extent. It's probably the lack of rootedness, the lack of social solidarity as according the the functionalist theory. We don't have our fixed group of friends or classmates anymore, hence this sense of alienation is really setting in and affecting us, impacting the way we function. Sociology yo. Durkeim's theory of suicide.

OMG I JUST LOVE THE WHITEST KIDS U KNOW. <3<3<3



I'm just going to die laughing

We need to start paying attention to literature lectures!

Your Personality Is Like Acid

A bit wacky, you're very difficult to predict. One moment you're in your own little happy universe... And the next, you're on a bad trip to your own personal hell!

What Drug Is Your Personality Like?

My life is whizzing past me. I'm high on absyinthe. Everything is just a whir and I stumble to catch up. Nothing more but a ghost of the past, I seek for the light to lead me to the future.

Sicko yesterday was really good, as of most Michael Moore's films. Studied at Picturehouse Cathay's starbucks till about two, before travelling over to smu like nomads to stay up till eight odd. I need t reverse my bodyclock before I become fully fledged nocturnal.

I wish our luau party was right here. right now.
im suffering from severe school blues
and post holiday trauma.


Sorrow rebuild me as I step out of the light
Misery strengthen me as I say my goodbyes

I heal my wounds with grief
And dream of you
And weep myself alive

Vanilla beans in a new york cheesecake. So foreign yet a taste so familiar. The lemony freshness and classy french taste of the beans, such a pretencious attempt to be of a higher culture. The beans were plucked by Jack, who risked his neck to clumb up the giant beanstalk, only to reach a glass ceiling. So he took his hammer and just banged and banged the ceiling, but still was unable to penetrate through. In the end, the poor boy was so exhausted he just plucked a few vanilla beans along the way, telling himself it's okay, not everyone can get the magical beans to make the super cheesecake. Yet, deep down he knows that people do get them, and he is the one few to not achieve it. Thus, while starng at the vanilla beans, and eating his cheesecake, he wallows in sorrow.