Whatever does not kill you makes you stronger, and after that you don't die so easy anyway.

I'm back, and I'm okay.


I've done my duty as daughter and granddaughter as and when was needed. I'm alright.


Need to start planning 3 meals for the first week of December. What shall I cook?


Need to start thinking about Christmas presents.


Need to find a company that will be interested in my boardgame.


Need an alternative, extremely well-paying source of income.


Need to study.


Need to swim.


Need to dance.


Need to sing.

Transits are always more fun than destinations.

At the airport now. Managed to get tickets. Forgot to bring pen. Blehblehbleh.


Going to hit xbox soon. Gonna be a long wait.

Life is a long and weary battle.

I'm sitting in school, supposed to be studying, but instead I'm hogging a gsr, trying to learn sakura in the shortest time possible, having once hoped to sing it for someone as a christmas present, and still trying even though he won't hear it now. I might not even be able to see him.


Strange. Everytime one of them goes, I have no tears. No distraught. Life goes on. I'm still looking forward to flamenco mock exam later, just signed up for an audition slot for the school play, still blogging... I grieved for a friend, but not for a family that I dearly loved?


I could probably attribute this to some deep psychological explanation, but I'm in no mood for that now. I'm not upset, not angry, I can still smile and laugh and get excited. Yet somehow, I just feel so tired. I don't understand it, and right now, I couldn't be bothered to understand it.


There is an exception though. I still want to sing for him. Even if he won't hear me, I want to sing for him, like I imagined I would have, by his side. Even if he won't know.


I want to say goodbye my way.

Words are a powerful medium. I wonder why we need weapons of mass destruction, then.

Right... If you haven't already noticed, I seem to be on an on-again-off-again terms with a certain someone. Very confusing. Gosh, I feel like a celebrity!

Oh yah. Apparently I have to wear makeup for my flamenco exam. What the [CENSORED].


My poor ankle. No wonder it hurts. I've been doing my plantas (toe stomps) wrongly.


Aiming for distinction with honours. Have to make sure my tacols (heel strikes) sound out right. And my allegrias.


All my homework for the term is done!!! YAY!!


University exams start the day after flamenco exam. Dang.


I need to do my research on the girls' home.


Currently on my list of worthy classics I have read that I recommend: The Phantom of the Opera, The Count of Monte Cristo, 20 000 Leagues Under the Sea.


20 000 Leagues Under the Sea is a descriptive novel, meaning that it's plot is there mainly as an excuse for the author to display his fantastic ability to describe anything---a scene, an emotion, the atmosphere, state of mind--- imaginary or otherwise, to an impressive extent. Despite that, the plot in itself is original enough, and the many substories, which would have been dull if written by other writers, are indeed manifested with uncanny life by the mere power of description.


Jules uses single words, or a simple phrase, in the middle of his descriptions to invoke unbelievable emotions.


Towards the end of the story, when the Captain Nemo quietly mutters, "Almighty God! Enough! Enough!" the effect is incredible. I swear lead spontaneously appeared in my heart at that moment, the same way that earlier on in the story, the word written my Nemo on a rock caused my heart to breathe instead of my lungs.


I'm not that great at descriptive, am I?


I might be biased, though, since we all know I love the ocean underwater. Some of the scenes described in the book are sights I would kill for.


I want a bright neon purple glow-in-the-dark flower in my hair for flamenco exam.

Emotions wreck havoc. That's why the world of 8 billion people is in chaos.

CAN IT GET WORSE THAN THIS?

Okay. It probably can. But still.


Yesterday I had a bad day thanks to my VBA code, of which I couldn't (and still can't) figure out what was wrong. I solved it with an evening swim and a deal with my match to meet for lunch.


He stood me up. Apparently, he and I remember different conversations on msn.


The worst part is that I have no concrete basis on which to blame him for anything.


I wanted to tell him about my audition at 3 today. And I wanted to see him.


Does he want me or not??


Boys are idiots (and thanks to my newfound AS knowledge, I know I've just commited the fallacy of hasty generalisation).


Sorry for complaining. I will stop now.

Divine entities govern life; Humans govern death.

Finished statistics homework!!! Yay!!


Now must start QF and mug for BGS test.


Watched DeathNote today. My opinion?


If you're looking for an arthouse film, forget it (I guess you know that).

If you're looking for an action packed sequence, forget it (guess you know that too).

If you're looking for a brainy popcorn fare, you have it (bet you didn't know that).


DeathNote is basically a mind game between two twisted geniuses, one who qualifies for any terrorist organisation (except that he already has the ultimate weapon governing death and life prior to it), and one who is amoral, treating the law like it was a set of game rules.


As the movie goes on, that's exactly what it turns out to be: a mind game that, oh, just so happens to involve massacres. Light, the guy with the DeathNote, starts off like I described above. By the second half of the movie, he's amoral too, treating the whole episode like a game, which both our leads want to win for no other reason except a childish dislike of losing.

As Ryuk (the god of Death and Light's brand new "imaginary" friend) later says, “你比死神更像死神。” ------- You're more like Death than Death is (or god of Death).


That said, Ryuk himself becomes very comical (quite dumb, actually) after his initial appearance. Watch out for the scene where he bangs his head on the ceiling in desperation for apples.


The actor that plays Light is a very good implicit(?) actor, or, to put it properly in chinese, is very good at 内心戏: Literally internal acting, as opposed to a lot of other actors that depend strongly on physical (more obvious) acting.


L's appearance is good. The Japanese authorities in the film didn't seem to think so.


The trailer for this movie was good. Stay to the end of the credits for the trailer to the next movie. It's not as good, but it's worth a little wait.


Audition in 3 days. Relax.