So Many Changes, So Little Time...!

I'm going nuts here.

My hair's changed, drastically.

So have my eyes (albeit VERY temporarily, or so I hope).

My bank account was more filled than it had been in many months, only to be emptied within the range of a few days to its normal... aerated... state.

My cozy, tiny little room over at my aunt's, which actually happen to be her son's, is now filled with stuff that are haphazardly packed and (sorta) ready to go. But that's only half of all that I intend to bring x.x

I'm excited. Because of that, I'm scared crapless. Nothing good ever came out of being too excited about something, in my case- except for vacations in RT.

Arghh! I'm confused!

I've also been playing Tradewinds Legends and finished the game thrice already in less than a week; then I started replaying Talismania Deluxe. One of my loves, Maxtor HDD, has been nestling in his little place in the antique laptop bag for quite a while now. All because someone keeps delaying the delivery of my items back to me, and that includes that useful multi-plug multi-socket extension thingymajig. Grrr...

I shall remember not to prioritize my (future) boyfriend over my other obligations and duties >.>

My littlest brother, the littlest of them all, turned 8 3 days ago! So a happy belated to him! (I wasn't able to do a specific post in his honor on the day itself since I've been busy as feck)!

And I smell like a saloon. Fortunately it's a nice smell to me, and is not causing any more allergic reactions.

Seems like everyone's feeling confused and terribly out-of-order this past week... Hopefully the next week will turn out better for the most of us.

Supplements... Zzzz... Second day of tidal waves...

My First Time Ever...!

That's right, boys and girls. I finally did it.

That thing that made me go 'gaga' and feel all socially inadequate since most other people have experienced it.

...Not that, you pervert.



I watched two movies at the cinema back to back tonight!

One movie to amp up your adrenaline in the evening is enough to keep your thoughts racing throughout the night (or otherwise- for people who have different tendencies, i.e get exhausted by sensory overload and sleep like a log immediately after). This, however, was comprised of TWO predicted-mega-blockbusters back-to-back and, needless to say, they were action-packed.

No, that's not it. Action-packed is an understatement.

I acted like a kid who just went on her first rollercoaster ride: All proud, like she had finally gotten the pass to a real adult's form of exhilarating entertainment.

And my tickets were sponsored, which really iced the cake ;)

Where's the Nearest Trattoria?

FETTUCINE!

So the past few days since I retrieved my most useful, multi-socketed-multi-plug extension cord from my other aunt's house saw me going through a lot of DORAMA. It's turned me back into the Nightstalker that I was. Not that waking up early is an option here, even when I decide to turn in early. It's like a curse; I don't feel comfortable venturing out of my room, especially to get food. Even though they don't really mind that I'm contributing a lot to minimize wastage of food on their behalf. Sadly, being naturally inclined to have a variety of food in vast quantities, I found their stocks too dismal for my liking, despite the awesome hospitality (and ACed room, a Godsend in this hot and sweaty climate).

But back to the dorama.

I started watching Kurosagi. Got distracted at second or third episode. Watched Bambino yesterday night and finished the whole series early today, the proceedings of which accounted for my bedtime of 6 00 in the morning. I then got up to fulfil my duties, went back to bed and was woken up by my Grandmother on the phone about fifteen minutes shy of ten o'clock. Apparently my adorable baby cousin needed some remedies from the village people to cure his 'ailment', and she was adamant that it was a total emergency and that she needed to return with him and Grandfather before noon to get him there in time.

Oh really? I never knew babies with fever and a sore throat required special healing practices at the countryside to cure them... What ever happened to good ol' 'Plenty of rest, liquids and take your medications precisely as indicated?'

I snored her away; unfortunately not before she got a few words in on that.

DOLCE!

An hour or so later I got a call from a good friend who was terribly helpful in getting all sorts of written documents for me from my *past* university. I woke up a bit more whilst talking to her. As soon as she hung up to return to her class, my consciousness evaded me and I sunk back into Dreamland.

The shrill ringtone on my primitive cell jolted me awake from fluffy candy clouds to a call from an aunt from Mom's side, and in our conversation concluded that I was saved from renewing my L license from scratch, at least for the next 3 months. But I have an exam next week, which means I can't go back in the near future to get this whole 'driving thing' over with as soon as I
would like it to be.

Ah, phooey.

PESCATORA!

I need to watch more dorama. With an exam coming up, possibly another driving exam following shortly afterwards and then the entry to a new episode of Uni life, right now all I can think about is escaping reality and enjoying other people's elaborate (acted) lives on screen.

What a masochist.

However, watching Bambino had its advantages. I picked up on a few more Japanese words and Italian ones. YUMMY Italian ones.

Ano...

Eto...

... Seen them anywhere?

Random Listy Update!

~Nickelodeon made a show combining Jimmy Neutron and Fairly Odd Parents and it was kickass! Timmy and Cosmo look really weird as 3D characters though =P

~I might be getting my license soon. In advance, I'd like to say I pity my future driving instructor for the torture he'll have to put up with.

~Currently, I am craving these food(s?):

• Cream puffs (like the ones you get from Beard Papa. Is that of one word or two words' length?)
• Beef Yakiniku from Sushi King, and the other sushis and set meals I had there
• Cheesecakes from Secret Recipe

~I watched Zettai Kareshi yesterday, and finished the whole series in about 7/8 hours straight, stopping only for toilet breaks and the occasional summons from my aunt. I don't think I'll be reviewing it, since there are other great reviews on it hovering around the Web but it was definitely a unique J-Drama (or any kind of drama for that matter) and the acting was great! It's worth a watch and starts getting cliffy nearly halfway.

~Got my 3rd marriage proposal recently. Gotta love my flirty friends.

~Wondering... Who's Bob Dylan?

~Got in contact again with my BFF from AD! Loving it; started contacting other friends as well.

~Realized that one of my online buddies is a genius who memorized pi to the 640th power. I always knew he was smart, but...!

~Started reading Robin Hobb's book Renegade Magic during my late mornings, when I can barely get out of bed. Barely made it past 50 pages after two days. Brilliant writing, but not really my cup of tea. Maybe it's too early to tell?

~Sepulchre by Kate Mosse (not the model...) is quite a good read, albeit too smart. I should've had a dictionary in hand while reading it. Kudos to the writer for her amazing usage of English words... and French. And her imagination, of course.

~I miss that kiddy book I read before leaving RT... Charlie's Nightmare? A Nightmare Academy book, which I'm pretty sure will be/is already a series.

~Did my mental development halt when I was 11 years old?

~The Shichida Method... *shudders*

Face Your Freaking Fears!

It took place at the swimming pool of building P.

A wary lady casted both eyes out, scanning the large rectangular pool for her nieces. Both appeared to be enjoying themselves immensely at the shallow end whilst their swimming instructor, a middle-aged Chinese man, shouted tips at the advanced group who were freestyling back towards him from the other end. Laughter and chatter (in the form of screaming) above the sloshing sounds made by the advanced group filled the air. The lady stopped watching and turned her portable mp3 on, plugging in the earphones, blocking the background noise. Wary, that she was, but even more weary of the noise itself. She couldn't even fathom the real reason behind her irritability that day, casting 'that' time of the month as her prime suspect. Sighing slightly, she turned towards the mp3 player and began playing one of the boring games pre-installed in it to pass the time. Solitaire. Joy.

Suddenly, as if on some sort of unheard and unseen cue, she stopped the music and plugged the earphones out, glancing up from the mp3 player to be met with the sight of a young boy shrieking against the pull of two other young boys, who were apparently dragging him to the deeper end of the pool. She remembered the young boy as the one who had enquired her earlier as to the depth of the deeper end of the pool, the response of which was a mere smile. Of course, it's so deep you would drown, the smile said. The boy seemed to fathom and, edging excitedly while holding the edges of the pool, retreated to the shallow end.

And now he was shrieking and screaming as he was being dragged against his own will by two boys around his age to that very end he was avoiding.

Now this lady was intrigued. She had put stashed away her mp3 player but made no move to approach the boys, the shrieking one looking at her pleadingly, fear apparent in his eyes whilst his screams gradually increased in volume and shrilliness. Bemused, she raised her eyebrows, casting an eye to the other end of the pool. Despite its size, which she was sure wasn't that big for other people to have missed the scene playing out before her, the swimming instructor was minding his own business as he attempted to teach a five year old to kick his legs and float. The other kids were enjoying themselves and talking to one another, unaware as well. A few parents sitting at the opposite side of the pool were chatting animatedly and seemed engrossed in their own babble; the security guards who were around the pool just a few minutes earlier, vanished. All the while her ears picked up the conversation between the three boys.

'I DON'T WANNA GO THERE!' Eyes still locked at her, willing her to stop the boys terrorizing him.
'You little wimp, LOOK! People your age are already pros at this swimming thing! When the hell are you ever gonna learn?' The boy tugging him, snarling as he persisted in dragging the kicking, thrashing boy who struggled against his grip- all in vain.
'NO! It's deep! Please, please, let me-'
'LISTEN, you chicken! If we don't do this you won't ever learn! There's nothing to be scar-'
'LET ME GOOO!'

The lady shuffled her feet on the tile, yet her body made no move towards the protesting boy. At that instant, she knew she had no reason to worry. Sure enough, ten seconds later the two boys released the 'chicken' resignedly, shaking their heads, and the latter tearfully dragged himself away whilst holding on the edge of the pool for dear life. The 'pro group'of the swimming lesson swam past the scene obliviously, sloshing water all over the seemingly traumatized boy whilst his former captors began freestyling to the other end along with them. She smiled, more amused than encouragingly at the boy, before whipping out her mp3 player again.

A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J- KENNY!

Kenny Sia is the most entertaining blogger ever.

I wasted hours of my time, precious time that could or SHOULD actually be spent doing more research on my upcoming interview, reading up on his old posts because he's just such an efficient blogger (in the sense that he blogs frequently, and have content-packed entries almost each time). I pity the fact that people seem to exert him to entertain them with his natural comedic(?) talent through his writings because I found his normal, heartfelt posts just as alluring, albeit in a more 'moral of the story' way. In fact, one of the reasons he (his blog, ultimately) appealed to me is because of the lessons in life that I could derive from his posts. Hidden behind his humorous remarks on daily happenings are things normal people should bear in mind, helpful hints with which we could, surely, live life that extra bit towards the fullest. Though his cultures and main beliefs are different from mine, meaning I can't do half the exciting stuff he gets to do, I find that his posts are more than enough to show me more of the world and its quirky, interesting and, inevitably, assy inhabitants. No, I do not mean babboons in this context- that was reserved specially for insufferable human beings. Plus, he seems like a very decent guy, all in all. He has a good set of brains in his noggin, but realizes the importance of not taking stuff too seriously when you don't need to, and is more corteous to others than he gives himself credit for.

Aaaanywho.

Wait a minute. That's all I have for today on how I'm feeling.

I'm so unimaginative.

Current Tune: I Will Love You by Yui

They're Gonna Do It All!

Building a beach in their backyard...

Giving a monkey a shower...

They're typical, if not some of the more mundane activities that two overly-imaginative kids get up to during their summer holidays!

Young children in school must be the luckiest beings on earth. They have no responsibilities whatsoever aside from doing their homework and the occasional chores, have easy school work and loads of free time and, best of all, a 104-day summer break! Being kids, it must be sort of overbearing to come up with ideas to make each day worthwhile (THAT'S how lucky they are)...

Which is what Phineas and Ferb are all about!

To all the overly-imaginative kids outside the cartoon realm, Phineas and Ferb may be the creative outlet needed to display all the ingenious planning in their minds on some of the wackiest summer holiday activities anyone can ever come up with! Bringing never-before-seen plans to zest up any boring summer day, Phineas is the big thinker, with his stepbrother, Ferb, as the genius who realizes his plans. From building large ice-cream machines to monster trucks that could convert into the family car in an instant, Ferb is the quiet yet highly intelligent inventor who seems to dwell in the shadow of his creative, more outgoing stepbrother Phil, and yet does not appear to mind. They have a pet platypus, Perry, which ALSO happens to be a secret agent with an evil arch-nemesis, Doofenschmirtz (I think). Phineas and Ferb think Perry is a mere platypus who does nothing at all and disappears almost everytime they come up with an ingenious activity ("Hey... where's Perry?"); boy, they've never been more wrong. While their plans are being realized, Perry is undercover, on his way to foiling yet another of the evil (yet surprisingly moronic and funny) genius Doofenschmirtz's plans to... overtake the world, I'm guessing. Doofenschmirtz's ebuln3ss makes Mojo Jojo seem like a terrorizing big-headed monkey- Err wait a minute, that sounds just about right when it's not supposed to be...

Anyway, behind every successful genius plan is a Thwarter, as I'd like to call it- a person with much more conservative (and undeniably more logical) views and reasonings; at least one person who wouldn't be stoked to see the plan realized. In this particular case, the Thwarter is Candace, their older, teenage sister whose only (may I say overused and unimaginative) move everytime seeing her brothers come up with something is to call their Mom. Being inside the typical cartoony world, she NEVER succeeded in showing their mother the true works of genius Phineas and Ferb manage to scheme everytime! I'm guessing their father is a wee bit on the clueless side- an artist- who appears very docile and harmless. He was even involved in their monster truck plan to help Candace gain her confidence in parallel parking. Candace happens to have a huge crush on this guy I can't remember the name of- he seems to be about the only thing that could distract her off of trying to tell on her brothers.

Their mother, Mom (she has no specific name that I know of) seems like the type of mother who can't sit still at home during her children's (presence!) summer holidays. She's always off to cooking class, at home playing cards with other moms while her children are out, doing grocery shopping while her children are having fun in their colossal backyard beach... though she seems like a decent enough mother. She is so used to Candace calling her during her activities and interrupting them that she gets insanely worried when Candace does not interrupt her at all and says that everything is fine while she's away, leading her to cut her current activity short to check up on them! That was what made me sure that she's a normal, caring decent Mom, despite her frequent absences around her children throughout the show.

And of course, there's Isabella- a very cute girl scout who, in my opinion, fancies Phineas, and thus is always around to help him realize his plans with her girl scout skills and, when necessary, friends. She's always calling him up to ask him on his most recent activity with a casual "Whatcha doooing?" and of course, always gets to join in the fun! One of her most notable (if not plausible- but what cartoon show would hit it off with kids if it were plausible?) contributions to Phineas and Ferb's plans has got to be leading her other Girl Scouts members as their pit crew when both boys decided to join in a car racing competition (may I just add, the girls made a kick-ass pit crew!).

If it ain't apparent enough yet, I love this show. Phineas and Ferb, though portrayed as big thinkers and always doing stuff that are not advisable to kids their age (or even anyone without some uber architectural and engineering skills, for that matter), are actually very nice kids who never fail to be polite to their friends and family and always think of other people to include in their fun. They share their temporary inventions with other people, are never bitter on Candace for her usual 'Ooh, I'm telling Mooom!' and never refuse to help other people. 'Sides, their show is fun without the stupidity- like most of the stuff Cartoon Network had to offer. I thought Cow and Chicken and I M Weasel are the worst cartoon shows on earth for kids. Boring and sort of vulgar. Not to mention Sheep in the Big City, Mike, Lu and Ogg, Ed, Edd and Eddy and others of the like. About the only cartoons I liked from Cartoon Network are the classic ones like Tom and Jerry and Courage the Cowardly Dog.

Phineas and Ferb are on Disney Channel here and over in RT.
So that puts Fairly Odd Parents, of Nickelodeon, on the second spot of my favorite cartoons list!

And may I just note that anime *squeal!* is in NO WAY related to the genre of cartoons asides from the fact that they are both in 2D and for most of the time, highly colourful and non-realistic.

Highlight of the Day

I would do almost anything, it seems, to get to my ultimate since-childhood calling of becoming a doctor.

Including repeating a foundation year with kids (excuse me- YOUNG ADULTS) two years younger than me.

The things we do for love...

Let this be an ample lesson for me not to screw around and to change my way of life!

On one hand, I'm sad to be leaving my friends of almost two years. On the other, a good change of environment may be exactly what I need to progress from my current state of mind and body. I do not think I am wasting a total of three years' worth of my life- rather, I'm excited and curious to see how things turn out.

Hopefully otou-san takes this lightly. He can't be too pleased that I'm joining my brother in The Academic Lagfest *sigh*

=O

Way off track

Driving the golf cart isn't half as exhilarating as a quadbike, but still has its cons. For one, it resembles more of a car so it should give me more expertise on driving a car. Unfortunately, it doesn't provide confidence as much as it provides experience.

Disagreeable treaties

Marshmallows are weird things. You could look at them and feel like barfing one day, and the next be craving them like nobody's business. I have devoured almost 20 pieces of sweet, puffy white gelatinous goodness only this morning and still want more. Could be the effect of microwaving them. I don't know. Next experiment: place one on top of a Galaxy chocolate and see how things turn out. I'm betting on the innovation of a tasty new treat unbeknownst to me!

Flies are annoying... What?

Has it really been ten days? It seems unfair when you consider the velocity of time against fun, cherishable moments. Of course no form of Physics graph would correspond to that particular statement but it's still ridiculous. Why can't the time with loved ones last as long as boring lectures of the same period?

And I styled my brother's hair for his trip back across the sea... (Lol I just had to write that so I'd remember what kind of mess I made)

Treating yourself to two ice creams and eating them while being driven around in a golf cart by a maniacal brother ain't recommended anymore. ESPECIALLY when he insists on being fed with HIS ice cream. While driving. Possible consequences:

1. Crashing into the pavement
2. Crashing into a woman on her bike
3. Crashing into another car- parked and obviously unmoving

All of which were within a few seconds of occurring.

I wish my brain could take pictures of those moments that you couldn't actually snap with normal cameras and display them whenever I want them displayed- at least in my mind's head.

The only downside is constantly getting chores, but that in itself is still fun!

Brownie-making time!

Motto!

As in, Japanese for 'more'.

My newest anime obsession, though it's almost 5 years old already:

GAKUEN ALICE!

It's about a special school/government research facility in Japan for special children/teenagers with special abilities, revolving around a 10 year old (I think) girl, Sakura Mikan, who is a bit on the airheaded side but determined and loyal nonetheless. It starts when her best friend, Imai Hotaru, a seemingly cold, money-centric yet unbelievably kind and thoughtful genius left their school in the village to pursue her studies in a special school in Tokyo. Unable to let her go, Mikan decides to look for Hotaru in the city, with the help of a postcard, on which the view outside Hotaru's window is depicted. When she reaches the school, she was obviously unable to enter- but an unexpected turn of events involving a strange, cat-masked boy with fire powers and an apparently 'perverted' male teacher abruptly allowed her to see Hotaru- by entering the school! Mikan has no idea how her world would change in a school that made the extraordinary seem ordinary...

As expected of me, I finished the whole anime series (26 episodes in total) in less than two days. Even though the story revolves around a child, I loved it regardless- probably because it resembles Harry Potter and X-Men with a light-hearted, anime spin. Trying to read the manga but, as usual, it is proving to be a pain in the butt- waiting for pages to load and not being able to turn the pages... Eurgh. I would feel better if I downloaded it; unfortunately I can't find the zip file anywhere.

And so, the holidays are flashing past me in a flurry of eating festivities and chaotic Midgie events. To my surprise (and dismay) I find it hard to stay up at night, the way I usually 'roll' during the past holidays- come 8 p.m my eyelids are already starting to lower their anchors, ready to dock on the Sea of Purple Pillows- thus limiting my gaming, online-chatting, anime-watching time. PRECIOUS time before the academic year kicks in again.

My body is taking revenge on the past sleepless nights!

WHYY???!

Oh well. Lol, it has to be a good sign, finally getting the right amount of sleep at the RIGHT TIME. The whole point of holidays!

My brother should be returning today; if he is, I will look forward to driving the golf cart around the compound, hopefully without any serious injuries, mechanical or otherwise! Nyahahaha!

Currently singing: Garden of Everything by Maaya Sakamoto feat. Steve Conte

Good to Go

Plastic bags filled with an assortment of oddbits litter the room, while in a corner sat a green box filled to the brim with trash, one-third of which is composed of used tissues. On a still-covered bed, a girl's nose runs freely as she tries to stem the flow with more tissues. The plastic bag full of junk food ruffles slightly in front of her and she glances, again, at a bar of chocolate, feeling guilty but gluttonous at the same time. She hesitates momentarily before reaching out and grabbing the white-and-red wrapped ephemeral delight, only to set it down next to her as she occupies herself with her laptop.

Writing about this.

I am 87% packed and ready to go. Looking at the pile of two weeks' worth of unwashed clothes, I began to wonder if the laundry place near my aunt's house would be able to have them ready by tomorrow.

I can't say I'm missing this place already, because truth be told, I don't. I probably miss my friends and the memories we had here, but not the room in itself - although I think I do appreciate the view from the window I've had for the past four months or so of my stay here. I really would miss the relatively clean toilets here as well. I think I would miss the fact that I have a double mattress for staying in a room with only one other room mate for a room made for four people. I would miss the space and privacy.

You know what? I guess I will miss this place after all.

But I would never long for it as much as I long to go home.

I'm writing this solely for the sake of blogging for what would be the last time in this room 'cause I'm just a sap like that. Oh and by the way, I finished watching the whole VK series that I have just obtained from a friend!

I nodded off quite a bit two episodes to the end because I was hella tired but I made it. I stowed away my precious external HDD to easy my last-minute packing process later, but I still have internet, which is always good =)

Can't wait to get back home and spend time with the family!

Sometimes... Feelings Die

I got mad.

I vented, a bit. Compared to many that I know of, I must say I don't vent out my anger that much by blogging. But I did... And I'm not that proud of it.

I'm dealing with the frustration quite well, and that's fair, seeing the amount of comfort *cough*JUNK*cough* food I've been consuming these past few days. There's also the music.

I reflected. Of course, I pondered upon the fact that it would not have happened if it wasn't partly my fault, whatever it was. That got me thinking if I was angry because I blamed the other party entirely. So that made me less mad because if I still stayed mad it would make me much more of a selfish person (Reasoning makes me sound like a 5-year-old; could it be that I'm taking the 'If you understand something you should be able to explain it to a 5-year-old' saying too seriously?)

I cried it out. One is allowed to release one's sadness, right? Just because I cried it out to a sole, close person doesn't make me a bitch. I may have shed tears in front of others but no names were mentioned, no clue at all. Just sorrow which was unfortunate enough to show itself after being crushed by anvil after anvil of life's difficulties. Being the frail, not-that-close-enough-to-God-to-be-patient-with-His-mysterious-ways kind of girl, I broke down. Not that much of a shocker. But I'll have you know I don't spread stories and rumors. If you feel like I have, it's probably the guilt surfacing- and that's totally understandable. Yes I am being slightly bitter, but it's still comprehensible.

And no, anger doesn't really equate to frowns and bitchings, though it may for some. I'm only stating the truth here- when you do something it doesn't mean others believe it's the right thing, even if they seek deep enough in their hearts. When you believe in something that much it's called conviction, and from The Fantasy's weird dialogue at the beginning of the song, conviction can make one impossibly hard-headed. Like I have conviction that God exists, and I can't believe anyone in their right minds would think otherwise; Nothing you say could convince me otherwise. See? Conviction.

I'm a sensitive person- I cry, and I suppose that shouldn't make me a bad person. But I don't have conviction in that, which is- literally- a crying shame.

P/S: I finished reading all the VK manga that's been released so far! Moe-ness!

THE CAKE IS A LIE !!1!1

Internet Memes

New term for the day! I would love to write more stuff about Maths, which is what I'm taking a break from now, but that isn't new, and kills the whole point of a break. So anyways, quoting Wikipedia (gotta love Wikipedia):

An Internet meme is simply the propagation of a digital file or hyperlink from one person to others using methods available through the Internet (for example, email, blogs, social networking sites, instant messaging, et cetera). The content often consists of a saying or joke, a rumor, an altered or original image, a complete website, a video clip or animation, or an offbeat news story, among many other possibilities. An Internet meme may stay the same or may evolve over time, by chance or through commentary, imitations, and parody versions, or even by collecting news accounts about itself. Internet memes have a tendency to evolve and spread extremely quickly, sometimes going in and out of popularity in a matter of days. They are spread organically, voluntarily, and peer to peer, rather than by compulsion, predetermined path, or completely automated means.

To put it simply, let's hand out some examples of famous memes you're bound to have come across sometime before. Some may be stills of a video, but they illustrate the... thing... that they're supposed to be.

Chris Crocker's 'Leave Britney Alone' video... Lol, I have yet to see the full thing.

The concept of getting RickRoll'd (I still don't get it!)

Lol-rus?

He's supposed to move, but I can't find a .gif of one

LEEEEEEROOOOOYYYY JENKINS! My personal fave ;)

The O RLY? Owl

Lolcatz, probably one of the most varied memes of all time- and the cutest!

So there you have it; a few examples of internet memes. I'm not sure if Philip DeFranco's an internet meme, but that would be so awesome. Even if he has a girlfriend already.

Oh and I'm now addicted to Shaycarl and his family! They're hilarious!

Basically, these, bar the screamers, are all that I do when I'm on one of my 'breaks'. I've become quite the YouTube addict, but only when it comes to viewing. For more reasons than necessary I do not 'YouTube' in the sense that I upload home-made vids or VLogs- I mean, why would I? Blogging can be quite a handful in itself. Either that or I now officially suck at typing my heart out.

More blogs with essence and meaning after February, I guess =)

Happy Birthday... Are You Lonely Yet?

I am 20.

God. I'm actually closer to 20-and-a-day.

And I love my friends. Really. Because up until now I've had two surprises, one pre- and one on my birthday.

Granted it hasn't been the most smashing week of my life, if not literally, if you take into account the amount of time I spend wavering between this realm and the next but yeah. I have some wonderful people to thank for some seriously good moments to remember in -bleeep-. And, more importantly, some SERIOUSLY good food. Of course, one may want to assume that it is very fickle of me to regard food as a matter outweighing precious moments in themselves but hey, food lasts as long as a moment but tends to be more satisfying... in that moment anyway. And what do moments do, pray tell?

Make us weepy and mushy in our times of reminiscence, that's what. So it's hardly worth the time debating whether scrumptious, delectable food that do not really stick to your conscience should be appreciated more than moments. Which also need great food to complement them fully as a moment worth remembering anyway. But of course, one tends to get carried away with one's own opinions; there are many that I know of who regard food as simply... food. A four-lettered word with hardly no insight whatsoever other than providing the required nutrients we need to be nourished, healthy and possibly live longer. I envy these people, but more often than not pity them. I also do respect their opinions and hear their side, but of course, in Lavland it's *almost* all about the food =)

Which is why I'm writing about food more than what matters most when it comes to birthdays- deeper insights on things that matter most pertaining to a supposedly higher depth of maturity that comes with the process of aging. Other than puberty, however, I have yet to see solid proof that our brain cells conduct our actions in a more 'adult' manner as the clock chimes at midnight, announcing the exact anniversary of our arrival those few precocious years ago. Frankly, we should all agree that aging comes with experience, and not age.

I love birthdays in the sense that with modern technology and the coming of better and more developed ways to communicate with one another across the world, we who have the resources to do so, have a valid reason to contact ones who have been separated and discommunicated with us from years ago... out of awkwardness or lack of subjects to bring up in conversations, for the most part. A simple 'Happy Birthday!' on the Facebook wall could trigger a LOT of memories, leading to a deluge of questions and a barrage of back-and-forth comments that effectively reconnect old ties in an indirectly less awkward situation. Thus birthdays are a fine time to say 'hi' to an old friend of yours you've been dying to hear more of but are too clueless to bring something up with. And that is a truly remarkable gift that need not be sent to you in glossy wrapping paper or with an accompanying slice of cake (though that DOES sound better) for you to appreciate.

Wutta Weak Week

... No, I am not making funny birdlike sounds. That's the description of my academic *cough* week.

A flu+cough+fever+red tide combo all bunched in one and whaddya get? A WEAKWEEK!

But seriously, that's not all that made me weak. I've noticed that as I get sicker, my mind refuses to process more than a bite of cheese at a time. Thus, I am compelled to stick to delicacies less flavorful and aromatic; more... well, more nothing really. More bland, probably. Which totally explains why I've been going on YouTube and watching sxephil and jamesatwar?

Not likely.

But it does motivate me to get work done later on (case in point: I'm through with my MATHEMATICS assignment! Now I only have to do a ton of physics and some sketchbooks of Bio Lab sketches and I'm doooone!). That's always good, though right now, I really should be focused on studying my ass off for the finals. Which would determine... well, practically everything. And I think I'd hate for the people I love the most to be disappointed- and the list doesn't actually happen to include me by a long shot.

When you really want something you strive and work at it until you get it, right?
Which is why I'm thinking of not going on my computer at least every other day. As airheaded as that sounds (I mean, c'mon, a LOT of people here don't use computers except for Computer classes and on weekends to check the ever-so-unfathomable friendster hype!), it's a huge leap for Lavkind. Because Lav does NOT desert her laptop ever since she got him. Yes, him: My sleek, dark and handsome HP, non-wizard version.

Off of my beautiful laptop, I think I had a very interesting day/week. Had the craziest session of Physics Lab, which is saying something since I'm already grouped with two very not-so-sane-yet-awesome girls in the lab anyways; gravity's not the only thing we get down to on those crazy days...
Today I had the pleasure of meeting a couple of, shall I say, opinionated guys, with whom I've had the opportunity to discuss and digress a lot of issues with. It's lovely to have such a refreshing talk about so many sensitive matters with strange men without getting bombarded by puerile retorts every few minutes. And they were actually funny. Of course, I ended up in a coughing fit, leading me to ponder, again, if I had talked the right schtick. (I don't say shit. Oops. *eyeroll*)

So the every-other-day 'Laptop Act' will start after the supposed highlight of next week, which would hopefully kick-start a brand new energetic weak- week, sorry- in its place.

And then I get the ultimate treat: to go HOME <3

How In The World~

It's not here.

I looked everywhere. I tried, or maybe haven't tried enough yet for any standard, but I wasted loads of mindpower looking for it and it just... isn't... HERE.
What I found is a new addiction to a series of American (it's either that or Japanese) TV show, and that does not help me in my quest at all, since I already obtained an addiction to ANOTHER hacked game during the holidays and am merely considering, and mildly panicking, about my impending doo- *cough* exams.

And I discovered that all the girls/ladies I know around me who has seen Twilight, has fallen in love with the movie, and those who haven't read the books mostly intend to, thanks to the said movie. The books stumbled off the shelves at an alarming rate after the movie released over here- let's just hope the next movie keeps them happy with more vampiric faces than the book intended, for audience's sake. Am I too pleased with that fact? Maybe for Meyer, but not really- Edward doesn't need anymore fans fawning over him, and neither does Carlisle, or Alice, for that matter. But I'm just saying that because I'm a possessive Twilight Biotch- not that it matters much, zzz...

At the top of the roller coaster ride for the last week, Mom finally called me, and I had a good time with my gal pal on Friday. Almost everything else was either average, lamerage or... plain rage, from my part. I miss my heaven-sent family as always, but what else is new this part of the psychotic world?

So my never-ending quest for the ever-elusive is still on its run, again. Heaven help me.

Screwed

For lack of a better word, that's what I feel like right now. Dishevelled, dirty and totally restless, yet too caught up in a bit of everything to actually DO anything. But I'm here to report on my daily events- or what might have been yesterday's events, when this post is finished, so off I go...
Today (or yesterday) I...

• Did not go to two hours' worth of Physics lectures because I didn't feel like it, even though my room mate attempted to wake me up for it about 5 times. That's a new one for this sem- and to think I had a test later on that (this/past) night... Plus, it was an EVENING class that started at 2 p.m...
• Went to Biology lectures that didn't even last 30 minutes' worth of its supposed 2 hours' duration. Even then, two-thirds of the class was spent watching videos. Yum...
• Bought a 1TB external HDD (FINALLY!) worth 450. I'll prolly be eating sand and rocks for the rest of the month; that's all my allowance D: Okay not technically, I have like around 200 left from previous months but that's barely enough for me to last the rest of the month even ONLY for food. But I asked for it. And I also asked for...
• ...5/10 in my first Physics test. I was the worst, in case you're wondering, in the whole class. I could not blame anything or anyone but myself for not revising properly or enough; yet, as expected, I'm very, VERY piss- No wait. I'm not pissed, I'm more disappointed than pissed. But yeah, deserved it.
• Finished Physics Lab early, for me and my group's standards lol. Then ate some take-away fried rice.
• Am still upset that Mom has yet to call me. Her flight was delayed, and when i called Dad at around 1940 she had apparently just arrived... And told Dad to tell me that she'll call me later. I bet she's tired, but I'm still a bit miffed that her call is also delayed. Thing is, I...
• Get really homesick nowadays. Like, how it was before I settled in here fully, since the start of the second semester for the second year. It's puzzling and I get so tired of feeling this way, as it'd been more than a year since I got in here and had time to acclimatize into new environments without my dearest family, but here I am, and I'm not liking it. Why the hell do I feel these stuff anyway?
• Have a new crush- on a guy I saw on Whose Line Is It Anyway? from 2005 (lulz)! Apparently his name is Jeff Davis, and I had an insta-crush the moment I saw him. Coulda drooled my pillow when I saw him smile that one time, haha... I'm a sucker for guys like that, and yeah, inevitably made me feel more sucky...

I should finish up on today's post; I have to get up extra-early tomorrow to get my outing card at 0730 and go to Math class at 0800. Bahh. Let's hope my Math test was more than a pass x__x AND that the lecturer does NOT pick on me tomorrow!

...Though, that said, it would probably happen...