Oh Blog, I have forgotten thee!

I'd almost forgotten this place still existed. I am trying desperately to finish my last term paper and of course when that happens my mind wanders all over the place, so here I am. I really should not. Tomorrow shall mark the end of the Three Weeks of Hell, and (hopefully) I shall be happy and perhaps go and have a couple of drinks to celebrate my surviving a very agonising period. I have to give it to myself because being the sloth that I was last year, I have finally managed to knock some sense into myself about bucking up. There is a certain amount of satisfaction that comes from working your brains out but at the same time, I am certain that I have ruined a couple of papers and tests so that's really nothing to cheer about. I have never piled so many things on my plate before, having always been quite content to breeze easily through life without torturing myself too much, and I very often question whether or not I've bitten off more than I can chew for this semester. I suppose I will be able to manage it, but whether I will manage it well, or rather whether I can meet my own high expectations is another issue altogether.
Oh well, tough on me. I shall undoubtedly have to learn to deal.

Back to work!

I Have Never Truly Left.

Oh blog, how I have forgotten thee!!!

I shall be back in good time!

Maskulin ist immer problem.

Silly me for almost forgetting all about it, but let me squeal in delight because t'is the end of June and July spells Harry Potter! Obviously am not talking about the movie, which I will watch but with very lowered expectations, but the Deathly Hallows! Thankfully the cousin dropped in a reminder that the release date was just around the corner and I shall now begin the process of reliving the Potter dream! I'm still contemplating whether I should pre-order the book or not, something I have been doing for the past four novels, and I suppose I should just in case, but at the same time the books have never sold out on D-Day so I'm wondering if I should just save myself the hassle, gather an entourage of my Sweets and do a merry jig as Borders opens it's doors that morning. Sounds rather fun actually! The last time around, I was up at seven am waiting eagerly for my prize and the postman arrived at only eleven. Oh the horrors. I remember after I'd finished with the sixth book and JK had announced that the last book was far from ready yet, Crystal and I were discussing how we would pray every day for her life because god-forbid, if the lady had some freak accident we and the rest of the sensible world would suffer from depression for the rest of our lives. We have been saved!

I'm increasingly annoyed with myself for taking on yet another course for this semester. It's terribly hectic with the tournament drawing near and trying to keep up with work and the other things I'd like to do during the holidays. The way my schedule is going, I'll only be packing in the wee hours of the morning, before I head off to the airport. Nonetheless I shall be looking forward to the trip and going away. I am sure I shall return fat and penniless, both of which are particularly disconcerting, especially so the latter because I have been spending an unbelievable amount of money, so much so that the SuperSaver in me has had a nervous breakdown. I need school to start so that I can hoard my money again. hah.

Grich is back with my Tequila and Chip & Dale signatures from Disneyland! Isn't that a lovely combination? J'taime beaucoup beaucoup!

And since I am particular annoyed with certain members of the other sex, here is some Dorothy Parker to laugh at.

"Some men tear your heart in two,
Some men flirt and flatter,
Some men never look at you,
And that clears up the matter."


"If I didn't care for fun and such,
I'd probably amount to much.
But I shall stay the way I am,
Because I do not give a damn."

Madness in Love, Reason in Madness.

Oh joy. I woke up at 9 this morning and I suppose for someone who's been waking up at 6am almost every day for the past few weeks(sans my evil week of sin (: ) it is quite a joyous occassion to wake up for the first time with absolutely nothing to do or nowhere to go. It's been such a maddening rush of people, work and training and I'd say it's quite timely for some solitude and recuperation! I probably would have lolled around in bed for a couple more hours but my dad happened to leave later than usual for work and was quite mortified to see me still lounging about at ungodly hours. Being a strong proponent of early mornings that my daddy is, I don't think I've ever had the opportunity to get out of bed later than nine. I've never actually been dragged out of bed but for years on end there'd be the dratted tamil radio blaring from 6 in the morning or my old man'd come into the room and switch on all the lights, asking the golden question "What time are you waking up?". How on earth could anyone possibly sleep through that? These days it's mother's morning prayer CD that truncates the last few precious minutes of my sleep, of which the entire hour long procession has been emblazoned into my head, not by will, and more often than I like, I find my hitherto taciturn self muttering mindlessly along with the sermon, "Chastity begins in childhood, in the training beginning in the home.." Jesus, if anyone needed a lecture on sinfulness, I'd give one to you right now.

I have grudgingly been co-erced into joining this networking thing called Facebook. Dammit. I've never cared much for these Friendster things and I've been perpetually annoyed by the constant requests and invites to join Ringo, MySpace and whatever else on virtual earth exists. It's too impersonal and I suppose I am old-school and enjoy actually meeting up with physical beings rather than writing them silly testimonials online. Facebook however, has this extraodinary function of letting you throw sheep at people, which I personally think is reason enough for anybody to join Facebook.

Alright I shall be off to lounge about and figure out what to whip up for dinner. Bee Hoon! Tu viens toujours ici? Je suis surpris que tu fais exercice dans Les États-Unis! Ha! Tu me manque!

Langston Hughes

"Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow."

"The best moments in reading are when you come across something - a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things - which you had thought special and particular to you. And now, here it is, set down by someone else, a person you have never met, someone even who is long dead. And it is as if a hand has come out, and taken yours"

Why hello!

My KL weekend was supremely hilarious and I had quite the ball with all the femmes de famile. Mother of course brought the entire church with her and as such was not spared the ridicule that comes with being so ridiculous. I think my religious opinions have evolved quite alot of late, to the point where I find myself amused by anyone who prays fervently and in total belief that there is this greater person who will solve all their problems. I don't meant to insult the pious for the way they pray, but I suppose personally I stuggle to grasp the idea of absolute faith in something so unknown. Everytime I hear religious invocation, I can't help but wonder how anyone can put everything so blindly into the unknown. The way I see things, religion is largely a man-made structure. At least one should be suspect about things just a little? I used to believe alot more than what I do now, so I do know what having a belief in god can do for you. It brings one hope, something to believe in and comfort when you have nothing else. But ultimately, it's still something that can never be confirmed, and I don't know how to put absolution on an existence so far away and unattainable. I digress and I shall stop because we all know that I can go into a long litany when it comes to this matter, and I will never end this post. And then you have all the starving children and this and that, and that and this..

So where was I? Ah yes, the trip was great. The cousin and I turned into eating machines and I think in the two days I was there, I had about ten meals, which is really quite awful, don't you think? We even woke up on Sunday morning at seven just so that we could have two breakfasts squeezed into the morning before lunch, afterwhich I had the most amazing cinnamon roll in the history of the universe from this place at One Utama called Cinnabons. Amazing, i tell you. I was standing there in the middle of the shopping complex with chocolate and cinnamon covered lips, moaning in absolute ecstacy and wishing that I had not been such a hobbit because I could have eaten about ten more if there had been space after our multiple, consecutive meals. I bought a decent amount of stuff including a pair of shoes that I've been looking for my entire life(only to come back home and chip them while walking down the stairs). The cousin and I wrote many silly stories which we plan to use to get us rich and well, we all had a very nice time with each other. The hotel messed up our bookings so we had seven of us ladies stuck in a tiny suite with one bathroom. Mornings were hilarious with all of us screaming and rushing each other out of the loo because everyone needed to pee at the same time. I have a cousin that looks exactly like Manbeer.

Oh yes, and the seven of us should never form a singing group of any sort. We all broke into song on one of the long car rides and I tried to get the lot to synchronise "In the Jungle", which ended up being a ridiculous disaster, but a very funny one at that.

Adults are such silly beings really, and the two "young ones" concluded that the oldies would not have survived the trip without our supervision and quiet direction, all of which they would certainly deny vehemently and claim to know nothing of the sort.Tsk. Only when we're gone will they realise..

So I am back in Singapore, back to the grind of things but happy to be home nonetheless. There is no other place quite like it. I am pleased to announce that I am into my last week of German and come Tuesday when the finals are over, I shall be free from memorising hundreds and thousands of words and my brain will finally be able to rest. Advice to all, never try to speed-learn a language in 6 weeks because it is exhausting, inebriating and will create in you a very brain-dead situation. Add to the fact that if you are anything like me, who has never been accustomed to long, arduous periods of consistent hard work, you will very likely become adverse to it by week five and refuse to do anything at all much as you know that you absolutely must.I have so say though, that I'm quite proud of myself because I can speak relatively fluent present-tensed German and I like the language- I'm just tired of the compulsory cramming of vocabulary into my head, something I never had the displeasure of doing in French. I hereby say that I am a Grammar Girl. Hurrah!

I shall say one more thing. I have a new desktop which is so damn fine.