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Radio Anatomy

Sat, 14 May 2005 01:57:00 GMT

~~And because I am a future engineer~~ Because I am bored and am within convenient reach of a screwdriver, I decided upon the dissection of my trusty radio last week.

But of course, since the radio doesn't work anymore, it can't really be said as "trusty", so I have no qualms about opening it up. "Fix it or throw it away!"-- said mum. Fair enough. I chose option C. (Because it evidentally ain't gonna get fixed even if I opened it up, though I did think I could.)

But fiiiirst, a photo of its intact-self:

And in the background you can see my Football #2. :) The #1 has conceded itself honourably to ~~mis~~overusage and ~~abuse~~ loving attention and has since been reduced to a furry ball of volleyball-lookalike thingy.

Moving on.

Well, hm, signs are meant not to be followed, eh? Seriously though, if the radio is not connected to the mains and is stripped of its batteries, there'll be no potential -potential- to run a current through myself. :) Ithink.
So off must go those batteries!

And in the corner you can see my red shiny batting glove that I used as a precaution to any "leaking" "combustible" batteries that might cause harm to my byootehful handz. But I mean, look at the photo. You see what I mean? Those batteries are like -ancient-! The brown thing is not some fancy brown moss but rust. Which frankly looks even more disgusting than brown moss (if that'd ever existed).

So after removing the batteries and any remaining vestiges of flaky rust, it's time to TAKE THE SCREWS OUT!!! I put in in caps and exclamation marks because it is quite an exciting thing to do, as seen in:

SPIDER WEB!!! Twirled out some spider webs, which admittedly wasn't quite in my proposed itinerary. But hey, 'twas 2 hours after midnight and any shocking twists are welcomed. (shocking twist was an unintended pun, if there ever was one. "Sticky twist to the situation" would be more appropiate. Eh.)

But there was one screw, screw it, that just didn't want to be unscrewed (It kept twisting in its place without coming out). Upon using my seventh-sense of useless intuition (aka close-eyes-and-feel-the-sides-for-movements), I concluded that the screw-holder itself has broken off from the main body, so, hey, saved me some trouble there.

After some initial struggle with the backcover ("Damn I know my strength wasn't what it used to be, but... ...?!"), it finally gave me face and came off. To my delight, my seventh-intuition proves correct! But still as useless.

(See the left-bottom corner? It's broken.)

And yeah, those squiggly colourful metalish thingies? I forgot what those are called but who cares. Though I used to get in close contact with plenty of them when I was a child: my mum took on some work from a friend that required us (yes, -us-! Little chibi me got to fiddle with those things too) to make wafers and all those things that resemble motherboards.

Do you know I'm cheating you through this entry 'coz I didn't really take a lot of photos? Heeeee.

Please ignore the pink mat. My mum had this sudden mat-buying fetish when we were in HK.
I took out the wafers and circuitboards that were inside too, but I didn't take photos. :) Being that my radio is a duo-purpose one of tune-in radio and tape-radio, there were lots of gears and clicks and switches for me to play and explore with. Not to mention there were o i l. Got oil on me batting gloves. Maybe wearing these rubber gloves could give me a lower chance of getting electrocuted or something, y'know? So I wore them throughout the operation. :D

Things thingity thingy. See? Toldja I'm cheating you through this entry -- I have no more photos~! *leers* Well actually there was this one place I was -itching- to open up: the connected area to the AC mains supply (See the above above photo in the bottomleft corner). It's a little green box thing that I presume contains the important wires and -- more pertinently -- the answer to just why the radio was not working. BUT! I just couldn't open it. This little screw here (after I unscrewed an other screw and the inner companion screw) decided to become unscrewable. Everytime I exert force in the clockwise direction, it cries "EEEK EEEK EEEK" in an ethereal plea for me to leave it alone. It. eeek just. eeek wouldn't. eeeeek open. crrk for me. It's the last freaking screw to the grand AC box thingy beyond.

But what can I do? I left it alone after the 4064-th try.

From Then On, I was by myself.

Sun, 06 Feb 2005 11:02:00 GMT

Went to look at the City Hall/Japanese War Memorial statue.

I could crap a load about how the wind was silky, the sky a velvetish navy, the ground a nice gravelly crunch, the trees a mesmerising sway, which was why I went there and enjoyed myself BUT, nah.

I went there because somebody -didn't- tell me there was no training that night at Padang.

So I just wandered off to the memorial. And sat down. And sketched out the memorial structure.

I mean, since I'm already -here-, why not take a look around this place that otherwise I would not have bothered visiting alone? So I drew that structure, 2-perspectived, its sides a pale yellow from the glare of the electrical beamtorches that had lit up as night approached.

It turned out to be a horrible drawing.

I wandered off again, towards the Esplanade. Would I rather take this rare opportunity to waste time walking around or would I rather head home and thus might have to face 167 days of mother's "So is there training today? Maybe somebody forgot to tell you again. Maybe you don't actually need to go today."?

I'll take the former, doh.

I didn't go -to- the Esplanade; I went down the underground linkage after walking a few metres in the direction of the Esplanade. That's where some people go to breakdance, try bicycle stunts--- that huge underground cavern, yeah? It was nice to watch them and their skillz. Or rather, just walking past and looking in their direction.

On my first pass, I mistakenly walked to the Esplanade exit. Saw a security guard and a policeman approaching the cavern, though. Hope they didn't call the bdancers out. People should enjoy what they like to do.

I got the chance to confirm that when I went up and went down the escalator that goes to the Esplanade. As I went down, the securities walked away, and the bdancers were still there skillzing. So all is good, I guess.

My second pass found me in the right direction to Citylink. So I went down that escalator, walked a bit,

And saw the bookstore.

As expected, the VacuumThatEveryRandomBookstoreHas was working just fine, and I got sucked inside.

Flipped through TIME (my subscription just ran out y'see -- I keep forgetting to renew),
NewScientist,
Singapore Rogue (Singapore's version of Japan's games/manga/anime/etc magazine... why hadn't I noticed it before??? And Samurai Champloo 2nd Season is coming out!),
random Photography magazines,
and then
walked out
because it was already late.

That concludes the night that came to pass because someone forgot to inform me training was cancelled.

A nice date out with myself. =)

Non-Bloody Murder

Wed, 27 Oct 2004 10:17:00 GMT

Woke up on a murder scene this morning. One in which body was mutilated, limbs were scattered, ...crimson was lacking.

I woke up on it, for goodness sake.

Had risen to the sunshine outside my window with a "Nice morning, this", even though it was -- quite regrettably -- already noon. Was gripping the corners of my sheets, readying myself to make the bed (I've never made my bed before. NEVER! ...what came over me this morning?), when I... saw... ...wazzat?

Upon closer inspection of the bed, I saw!!! ...that I still couldn't make out what the thing was. But insert slightly puzzled expression here, for I thought I recognised -eyes- on it.

Then I groaned. Because I thought I realised what it was. So what was it doing on my bed. And, why was I even sleeping on it??

Now fast-reverse a while to the past. (The second part. -Not- the first part... the spider part please.) See how my mum indiscriminately wiped out that spider (and actually all bugs in general, like all normal people do)?

Back to the present: I don't mind spiders in my room, as long as they are unaggressive and of a relatively harmless species, which was exactly the case of one that had appeared literally up and down my window recently.

Mum was wary that I might want it as a... a... photographing model again, so she took precaution and asked if I wanted it snuffed, to which I replied an answer as audible as air molecules crashing into one another. (Mutually understood as: whatever.)

So for several nights, there the spider stayed.

(It should be noted at this point that the window, where the spider was "up and down" on, is where my bed is parked against.)

And today, its... it was strewned across the whole possible breadth and half the length of my bed. Nowhere near my head, whew. You know when spiders die they scrunch up into a ball and the likes? I think that's why I couldn't recognise that main lump on the bed, but the [bits of] legs were sure all over the place...

My consolation -- if ever there was any -- is that, if it is in the scrunched up position, it means I crushed (<-I'm not even sure if I -did- do that. Ergh.) the spider -after- it was dead. Not vice versa. ... ...er? (It's a species of Wolf spider; it's not too darn small; it will be disgusting if crushed alive, no?)

... ...

Consequences of that softball trial

Sat, 09 Oct 2004 08:53:00 GMT

Trials. I walked in not expecting anything more than mere experience gained, so should I feel glad or disappointed now that I'm in the national team?

Glad, because it is a reason for itself.
Disappointed, because I remember my own silent promises of the years passed that I do -not- like softball that much; even if I were to make it into a national team, it would be women's football, not softball.
Naturally, I did't have quite as much opportunities -- if any at all, bar classmates' testimonials -- to prove myself in the former sport, which I have always thought is a shame. I love football, I enjoy football, I feel -happy- when I play football. And I have confidence in my soccer skills. Not so much for softball. I'm fine at it, have had a 6-years (and counting) relationship with it, but that's all. I don't have the passion that Kristy or Xingni (or Lindy, who wants to play in the Aussie league, for that matter) have, and I believe it will be very much needed when we train with the national team.

I'll tell you why. 6 days of training per week. (My dad was guessing, 3/4 days per month? <-Harhar) 3 regular training days, 2 days of gym work, 1 day of batting practice.
It -requires- commitment.
Will I... do I... have I... can I?

The other side of the deal is, you may be picked to go for the SEA Games in the Philippines end of next year. But it's a may, because the national team has already the first team and then some, and we -- the batch chosen in this trial -- are simply an "extension to the squad", and only a -couple- of us will be picked to gain experience, have exposure, and all that. I'm a bit choked: do I really want to commit that much?
Conversely, if this is a football case, you can be sure to count on me already pouncing on the opportunity. But this is softball... ...?

...and technical Part #2

Tue, 24 Aug 2004 10:01:00 GMT

I totally screwed the system up yesterday XDXD Thank goodness thank goodness I made 2 backups of explorer.exe, and managed to make myself look innocent before my dad's eyes on why the desktop has suddenly gone awry.
That afternoon I had spent my time fiddling with system tweaks and the such, ending and restarting explorer.exe at will to look at the result. I do this when my dad's not at home to scruntinise my antics. But today, even when he came home, I continued to play with the Resource Hacker, making the desktop appear and vanish, right under dad's nose, but he doesn't notice such things, so I didn't care either. THEN, I did some bad touch and it could not be restarted again. And when explorer.exe isn't running, you get no taskbar icons folders, save the wallpaper, visible on the screen. I wasn't in shock then, because it is quite expected (for me to fail). But then dad started to hover around me; obviously he wanted some time with the computer.
Okay, so I had to stop. And I'd just have to restore that one backup I had made.

... ...

Eh, didn't work. Mm.
And after trying for the umpteenth time, with dad making himself more conspicuous and breathing down my neck, I just had to run the explorer_original.exe, of which I had no heck of an idea even existed, but for the luck that I found it lying alongside the original explorer.exe. It gave a Classic style taskbar and Start button. Y'know, that grey rectangular thingy of a style buried under with the introduction of XP... But I guessed it'd have to do for then until I find time the next day.

...and minutes later dad come into my room asking why couldn't the desktop load? Not his profile, nor my profile. (And why /he/ asked -me- I will never know. I'm just his daughter who uses the computer merely for the internet and who do nothing productive except some photoshop moments so why should she know why the desktop doesn't load, yes?)
I approached the question slowly, by approaching the computer slowly. Turns out that he's logged off my profile and when he tried to log on to his, the "desktop doesn't load". And at that moment he was trying my profile too, with similar lack of success. I feigned askance, but slowly and surely eased the mouse control off him to me. All the while saying things like, oh, the comp hung on me just now and when I ctrl-alt-del-ed I see this EXPLORER.exe thingy eating up the CPF and when I endtasked it, the comp really hung! so maybe it was because of this huh. and blah.
It must've sounded credible to dad.

Then suddenly I remembered my 2nd backup in another folder, so I ran the explorer exe under that folder and pretended all was fine. I mean, if you managed to pluck the taskbar out from the nothingness, all should be fine. Even if it was also a Classic.
But it -should- come out XP style. And I pondered over that as dad then logged off my profile and into his own... to be faced with yet another desktop-no-show. Mouse control returned to me again, as I tried to find that folder holding that previous unspoilt explorer.exe. But I couldn't find it. Must've forgotten where it is, I thought. So we logged off dad's profile, back to my own (man was -that- irritating -- back and forth, to and fro), and (dad) realised the desktop wasn't permanent!; I had to run it manually again (but of course, doh). Now that I've encertained the location of the folder, I switched back to dad's profile again, and tried and tried to find the folder, but couldn't.

Er, your profile doesn't have the thing, I announced to dad. And after some flustered moments and failed System Restore (there wasn't even one restore point!) and random mouse-control ownership, I finally did this: I went to my profile (after much switching, and then some), copied the explorer.exe in that dllcache folder and pasted it straight in \windows. There wasn't an effect, but I asked dad to log on again to his profile all the same.

And it worked!!!!! *confetti*

I didn't do that simple procedure at first because I thought... well, I just thought it'll be tougher than that, and if it didn't work, my only working backup would go phffp and well, not too good for the computer. But it did work so hurray and I won't bother to explain anymore. ^__^

The End.

Mood: Incapacitated

Tue, 17 Aug 2004 11:22:00 GMT

Sushi palours. Dare you underestimate it?
Dare you order a mountainload of food just before the last-order minute because you arrived really late and you have only 30 minutes to decide what to order but you want to eat a fair share of the $20 approx you are going to pay so you point pointpointpoint to multifarious dishes on the menu?

Dare you??

Better not. You'll only be rendered in.ca.pa.ci.tated.
Luckily I can contain a lot.
And Lindy's back from Australia to treat us to the meal. Go girl!

a little flutter

Mon, 09 Aug 2004 05:27:00 GMT

It is quiet.
I wake up giving thanks that today is a holiday. It is congratulation put before perception. I lie in bed wondering why it is so quiet -- ah, of course, the school below is stripped of its students. No, wait. What is the -other- special event today?
National Day. But of course.
I glance out the window. Almost as if wishing to avoid rippling the stillness, the few and far between speckles of red white flags wave shyly in the minimum breeze.
It looks very different from the previous year of a surging sea of red and white.
This year is especially quiet.

Flying.

Thu, 29 Jul 2004 09:24:00 GMT

I've mentioned that little desire to fly. Indeed, if I were not interested in flying, why think of jumping off the window ledge in the first place?

Flying can be said to be many humans' little niggling limitation and distraction to an otherwise wonderful world that we are entitled to. But what we cannot attain, we desire. And what we desire, we envision.

I can safely say that one of my deepest disappointments is the inability to try out for the Youth Flying Club due to myopia. The process is of course not as rosy as it sounds, but I certainly wish to try flying...

Owari~

Sun, 13 Jun 2004 07:29:00 GMT

Just a little mark to remember the day I saw that Black Cat is supposedly "finished"...

12 June

[Edit]
Now I feel that perhaps it meant the 'end' of the -chapter-. XÞ

Random news of a Japanese actor

Thu, 10 Jun 2004 08:43:00 GMT

http://www.japantoday.com/e/?content=news&id=301188

I dunno. But since I'd watched his movie "Ping Pong" (the one which I mentioned had parallels to Saiyuki) before, I was curious to know how Yosuke Kubozuka fell 9 stories. . . and survive.

Let's get a bit frantic... and technical

Tue, 08 Jun 2004 12:37:00 GMT

Warning: Rant = not neccessarily comprehendible

For a few weeks now, Notepad has been giving me the cold shoulder -- all existing notepad.exe documents wouldn't open when I double clicked on them, nor would they concede when I select the "Open With->Notepad" option.

They can only be accessed either through the option of "Open With->Wordpad" (or other programs), or through the "File>>Open" option after opening a new notepad document.

Furthermore, I can't even access the "View Source" option in my browser, because all it would give is a blank notepad document.

And believe me, I have many notepad docs lying around in my com, and I also like to view sources on impulse.

Naturally, I was disturbed.

Since the problem of being unable to open existing docs directly can -at least- be solved through indirect means (as above), I redirected my glare onto the browser View Source complication.

Unless I especially open up a Netscape window (strongly avoided since 2 types of browsers opened simultaneously /eat up/ your memory and commit charge), I can find no other way to look at the page's code, and it eats at you 'cause you know you might have missed out on some good stuff.

So after assuming that Neoplanet is half-IE-half-Mozilla (that's what some browser-checkers say...), I went to fiddle with the window registry (regedit). And after adding a new .vbs script to the neccessary folder and changing the editor to what I thought was Wordpad, I thought I was fine.

BUT no, it became a "malicious script" in Norton's dicriminating eyes, and the script refused to run.

Now, being a "malicious script" wasn't the worry, for -I- added this foreign thingy and it's only natural the comp doesn't recognise it, and brand it as virulent. But, it -should- at least work!; it didn't, even when I tried in vain to edit and reedit the st00pid script.

So I left it as it is for a while to take a breather. Meanwhile, I decided to seek up the registry used for renaming the recycling bin, just for fun.

I couldn't find it.

Thus I was reduced to one who's bordering on banging her head against the edge of the table, but didn't because hey, I gotta live to find out the problem.

My first thought was that my installing the new .reg subfolder led to the untimely demise of the CLSID folder, for I SIMPLY could not find it any where. But that wasn't logical, was it? Luckily, I thought, there's a "Find" option for the registry. Unluckily, I found, I still couldn't uncover the trails of that XþXþ folder.

So I think I've messed up the registry.

Very, /very/ luckily, other processes still run smoothly. And the recycling bin hadn't disappeared. . .

But what the hell happened?? And the original problem of not being able to view sources has yet to be solved. Drat.

[EDIT:]

So now it's solved. ALL have been solved. Kyahahahahahahaha

And I shan't tell how... but I'm mightily proud of my instincts, I must say.

And did you know you have 2 Notepad programs in your system? Same for Wordpad... (or perhaps my comp made an automatic backup when the original became corrupted)

%SystemRoot%\system32\notpad.exe
and
%SystemRoot%\notepad.exe

Note the notpad.exe without the "e". That's the one I've switched to using now.

Yawn. End of long boring entry.

~6.27p.m.

Class outing of the yesternight/today

Mon, 07 Jun 2004 11:31:00 GMT

Class outing was simply fantastic, not least because I -- at long last -- get to play tennis. (And soccer, and badminton ^^v)

But (::insert squeal-y sound::) I love tennis!!! Just like I thought I would. *grinzgrinz*
Ilovetennisilovetennisilovetennis

I tried darn hard to get my swings perpendicular to the ball flight/create top spins, but failed most of the time... which resulted in home-run!tennis balls or goal!tennis balls none too often enough ^^;;; (<-meaning they fly way up or hit the net respectively)

But man, am I proud of my serves. I kept learning and adjusting throughout the games... from an underhand serve, to hit-the-net overhead serve, to manage-to-serve-over-but-still-lobbing overheadserve, to manage-not-to-lob-but-still-fault o'erhdserve, to straightstraight-and-not-fault serve! Yay! *pops pops pops confetti*

But (sigh), when will be the next time I play tennis again, I wonder...

Somewhat unfortunately, I played so much tennis I wasn't even hungry. And thank goodness we have drinkable tap water -- I drank palmful and palmful of it when to my horror we were out of drinks.

Still I managed to eat some chicken wings, but what a pity it was that I couldn't eat more... for ironically I was the one who asked to buy more chicken wings *sheepish grin*

Unfortunately I couldn't play in the pool that day 'cause I couldn't =P

Great outing. Though it was "out" in the wilderness of a classmate's condo (keheh). ^____^

Number 11.

Tue, 25 May 2004 11:18:00 GMT

That's my soccer jersey number for the school team. Remember that. *nods grimly*

...*and launches into frenzied rave about how it is also Ryan Giggs' number yaddayaddayadda* X3X3

He doesn't get it, does he...

Wed, 21 Apr 2004 08:45:00 GMT

...good anime is not the sort of "cartoon" you have in mind, dad! It's a potential worldwide phenomenon, if it is not already one, and many people of all ages watch such things -- not the "few and handful" of dedicated people you have in mind. (And there was less anime out there "during your time", hence it is fruitless to even try and compare rhetorically why you didn't have such inclination. -_-)

So don't question my maturity anymore, dude! *huffs*

Painting the softball diamond is great.

Thu, 01 Apr 2004 22:14:00 GMT

So great that it allowed me to forget about one period of lesson and thus I accidentally skipped it, without guilt. All the while the field is being nicely painted in a big H C J C.Wahaha. *smears emulsion paint all over screen*

o__O

Mon, 29 Mar 2004 02:21:00 GMT

I could've spurted water but for the virtue of self control.

Yer ungrateful thug.

Sat, 20 Mar 2004 07:17:00 GMT

If I ever get reincarnated as a 6cm black beetle who happened to be flailing about with back to the ground, I'll remember not to thank the person who flipped me over by shooting up to her face without warning. And also not to subsequently block the corridor by flying about its whole cross section making unnerving noises. Thrpph.

PoP is fun

Thu, 18 Mar 2004 05:38:00 GMT

Sure it is fun ^__^ But there isn't enough time to play far into the plot.

So... yeah! I'm at the friend's house right now. Hehehe. (And Fatal Frame looks even scarier than Silent Hill.)

Er... shall now go sing karaoke. *wanders off laughing*

stares appreciably

Wed, 17 Mar 2004 08:32:00 GMT

There was an article on Johnny Depp in this week's TIME. I'm guilty to say, that I momentarily ignored the bigger news of Madrid March 11 just to peruse that article (and -peruse- it is).

*gazes/reads some more and melts happily*

And da Ice-cream competition starts!

Tue, 02 Mar 2004 22:32:00 GMT

Not really.
But in conjunction with the class birthday yesterday, I gorged 3 ice creams, whose size and proportion I shall not disclose. That's more than necessary and more than what most guys consumed.

Do I hear you rummaging for more hamburgers to stuff me with? XD

And I'm now so deprived I'm at present relying on the computer in school to give me that net connection I need. Tsk.

Sparkle of genius, The

Fri, 13 Feb 2004 08:22:00 GMT

Didn't say this sooner, but after grunting for the 547th time in frustration, I managed to work my fingers into clicking "preference" for my browser and select the "play animation in webpages" option.

So. GIFs work again. [See previous entry]
But hey! I didn't deselect it anytime during my cyberlife, and I swear it was selected once upon a time. What's with this influx of unintentional AI recently??

cumbs: Or maybe you're just stupid.
s.C.: I assume you can't read the title. Sparkle Of Genius, The: Volume 1 Book 1 Chapter 1. And may I ask why you never seem to appear in Pitas yet always popping up in EJ?
cumbs: Because your Pitas blog's quality is dwindling and you cannot hope for me to hang out in such miserable places.
s.C.: (Shit, like as if my EJ's any better.)
cumbs: And you have yet to update that -that- that fic. I only show up when there's fic.
s.C.: Oh? Oh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. *bangs head against wall*

s.C. -- sensitive to the word "fic"

DEPRIVED!!!

Thu, 22 Jan 2004 22:25:00 GMT

Argh I just found out that I have possibly missed -years- of animated gif goodness on the web because I JUST realised my browser doesn't support them. I swear it did! But it doesn't. -_-

And why should I put up with this browser? Because Neoplanet has been so gooood to me over the years. Because my computer is too darn jammed with spywares. The IE will explode every one minute with various pop-ups if I use it. The Netscape just plain sucks. I would purge them all with spyscanners, if not for dad insisting that they may be put there by SCV for some compulsory exchange. No hell. But I don't know if that's really true (at least for one of the warez), so...

So anyway I've decided to download adaware. DIE.

Every morning, I'm woken up by construction noises...

Sun, 04 Jan 2004 03:16:00 GMT

Jeezus, I've been suffering from stomachache for the past couple of days. It's showing no signs of letting up. Argharghargh.

I've thought of why I dread (hate is too big a word, yet it's only a few inches short of being there) my CT-cum-Chem tutor. Actually, I've considered that reason a long time ago, but I'm quite hesistant in acknowledging that, simply because I didn't -think- a teacher would be like this.

I hate the way she always seems to be looking down on weaker students.

It's just my interpretation; this is one of the worst characteristics she portrays, among others. I don't know what others students who make fun of her think of her, but I bet it'll be on my list.
To make it worse, Chemistry is one of my subjects of disinterest since secondary school (At least the AJ Chem tutor liked me. Now... *shudder*).
Can I survive another year with her? ...hope is a wonderful thing...

The Unrecognisable Rivervale Mall.

Wed, 10 Dec 2003 06:14:00 GMT

Hello? I've not gone to that nearby mall for only about a month (okay, maybe two or three), and half its stores have already been stripped-and-replaced?? (Okay, maybe I hadn't touched that place for half a year...)

That usual spot for the Best Denki store is now taken over by drab and concrete; a bare, grey, oversized garage sale claiming: Pre-Renovation Sale.
The Comic Connection is *gasp* GONE! Replaced by a -massaging palour-. Okaaay.
Even the MPH is plastered up, waiting to be renovated.

What has happened?! The businesses that remained were the biggies like NTUC, Macs, Burger King, Cheers, Food Court etc.

I mean, the comic store is gone. *thunder*

Sure, I'll have to admit that it's probably people like me that made business miserable. I started flocking (<-my bike and I)to CompassPoint the moment it opened. And that's why I've not gone there in like a year. (Huh? Was that what I said??)

But, whew, stores sure go down quick.

Yaay~~ Bread everyday now... hmm.

Tue, 09 Dec 2003 09:34:00 GMT

My mum is now working at Han's (not that I've heard of it before yesterday), so I now savour several different varieties of bread at breadfast every morning.

You know, my mum's been taking up jobs that can always give me some interesting benefits.

Electronicthingy compiling -- that was when I was young. I always "give her a hand", though it was simply interesting enough for me to join in. You know, folding papers *winks at Flames*, tweaking some electronic thingy.

Video seller -- or something. Also when I was young. She had this video shop (don't know whether it's rented or whatever?) that, well, sells VCD and tapes and Big CDs and the likes. And I --*cackles insanely*-- get to watch things like Dragonball. And other cartoons and movies that appeals ^^;; (ARGH! Why didn't I know of /other/ ANIME last time~!!!)

Bus driver -- I /sometimes/ get free rides. And go to school in a one-man bus. And I get to explore the depot. And experience bus-washing from inside the bus ^__^

I'm sure she had other jobs (or not.), but these were the fun ones ^^

Now she's working for Han's (or is it Hans'?)... now can anyone tell me what is Han's??

Something feels right...

Thu, 13 Nov 2003 05:06:00 GMT

I mean, everything feels right when you've said bye-bye-freaking-terrific-riddance-to-you to PW.

But that's not the point here.

See, I was walking to the lift lobby when I noticed a woman pushing a wheelchair-bound lady towards the lobby. (I glanced and looked away ;) )
So when I pressed the lift button, I called out (projection of voice -- PW's making -_-) "Do you want to go up?"

They said yes, so I held the door open... open... open... ok, finally they managed to get inside. All the while I was smiling and grinning (PW's making -_- [1]Leftover smiles [2]Simply coz PW's OVER!)

So... it was actually not some interesting thing (I don't think it even constitutes a Good Deed. Quick! Where's my CME Book?!).... but well... I just seem quite happy from it. *shrug*

Well, maybe it's because they made small talk with me (mind you, they are oldish aunties), so it made me feel... appreciated.
Yeah, that's it -- feeling appreciated after the internal trauma suffered from PW in a deep corner within, so far away from myself I don't even feel it. Hmm.

Okay. Not especially coherent now. Shall blog in Pitas then. It makes words flow more eloquently ^^.
Yes it does.

Strange...

Tue, 28 Oct 2003 07:05:00 GMT

I thought post-exams is a period where carefreeness reigns, and busyness is an evil of the past.

Sorry, I must have mistakened something along the way. @__@

Well, of course, absolute freedom is not expected, but it seems that currently, I have much more on my hands than pre-exams. Much more. Much more.
The literal interpretation of sending out SMS by the volumes can be discounted (let's see, 4 other members in my group, 4 messages to make up the 1 information I want to convey, and there is *no* "send to groups" function on my handphone. ...that brings up a fine finger-wrecking sum of 16 messages to send out separately, plus additional presses and switches to ensure my lousy phone works normally). I wonder if "telephone calls" exists for people like me anymore -- when was the last time I called from home to a person other than my mum? I think something called the Big Bang occurred then. Or the sauruses roamed the Earth. Or something.
["People like me" refers to beings who would rather hand-signal or produce some convenient nasal noise to convey stuffs, than actually open their mouths and perform this energy-draining action which causes the phenomenon that is "voice" to be formed. Oh the horrors of just thinking about it. Incidentally, Astatine phoned just a few moments ago.)

Anyway.

... ...

... ...

*remembers what she was trying to talk about*
Ah. I seem very strangley -- I mean -- strangely occupied recently. If it is not about PW, it would be about... aesthetic stuffs.
(That is why I choose to use "strangely" instead of, like, "busily" or "hectically" -- if such a word exists)
My hobby of drawing is actually proving itself to be less of a past-time and more of a, say, full-time. Wow. So is my twiddling with computer and internet and languages and stuffs. My "hobbies" seem to have withered away to nothingness all of a very sudden sudden. Eeps o_O, I just remembered I also agreed to author a possible play-script for dramafest the other day. *tries to squeeze inspiration out*

And uh, my new layout is not coming along very efficiently for the start of November. *convinces self to do PW first*

Another thing.
I actually did well in General Paper. (Relatively well.)

I thought I would get a C5 or C6 because I wrote one sentence for my essay conclusion, and I did not have time to do properly the summary and Application Question of the comprehension section.
Incidentally, the marker loved my essay ("...providing apt ego & insightful analysis..."), even describing it as "power-packed". Why, I wouldn't have thought so, even now. And... I have an ego? XP XP XP.
Unfortunately/to my perverse delight, she regards me a cynic and pessimist.
Since I'm type-happy today, quoth her:
Hmm.... Why are you so cynical and pessimistic? Nobody is perfect. Everyone is on Earth for the 1st time -- so it's not surprising that we are all searching for what it means to truly live... Smile, this world is beautiful :)

And we live for oneself, and die for oneself.

Ahem.
And here is part of her last-page comment:
...Last but not least, I feel that if you can give others, as well as yourself, the gentle permission to be only human -- the world can be beautiful, not brutal. All the best!

Don't I always?? Don't I _always_ (give gentle permission...)??! Will somebody please assure me that I am still the optimistic, altruistic, kind gentlecaringlovabledreameroftheworldunite humane s.C. that I and I once knew?
And she used the dash wrongly there as well.

XDXDXD This is an epitome of how you can ~~lie~~ persuade straight through your gritted teeth and portray essay!you as a totally different character. (reality check: ...different? Hmm.)

Oh, what makes her think I'm such an angsty character (eschewing the fact that I might very well have been in that state during time of writing)? I wrote:
"...students can start early to learn how to treat different types of people and learn that the real world is not filled all with kind and altruistic people..."

There! That is true to honest all I wrote to give her this impression. ^_____^

But I like this teacher's commenting style. She (if it's a "he", this is the cutest handwriting I ever see in a guy) gives personal thoughts and comments, gives the occasional encouragements about related things, and she puts SMILEYS. :) Cute.

Well anyways, I got a B4 for GP. I did mention it was all relative, didn't I...

The thing is,...
Predicted grades:
Maths - A/B
Further Maths - O
Physics - O/E
Chemistry - O
General Paper - C5/C6

...but I did a hell lot better.

Good: Well, I'm glad my predictions are not correct.
Bad: ...I had always been accurate in my secondary school... my sixth sense is going places.

There's NJ Open House, and then there's...

Sat, 25 Oct 2003 09:00:00 GMT

What whAT WHAT??
What do you mean I passed Further Maths??
And I passed comfortably with a D?!
x_X *dies*

As expected, my Maths had an A, but its overall grades for the year has been dragged down to a D. (sheesh)

But but but why the hell did I pass FM?? I mean, Section A notwithstanding, I had 39/50 for Section B~! God, I did /even/ better than my normal tests -- whY?? I was sure it was much worse.
Nevermind. I should be happy ^__^
Ah, my overall FM grades are now an impressive E. *grinz*

And then, my Physics is a D, but I am not sure how they will grade this subject's overall marks. Hmm.

Hence in an abrupt transition from one extreme end of the I'm-gonna-get-retained spectrum to an explosive I'm-gonna-continue-with-4-subjects elation,... well. I'm gonna celebrate with a layout. KEKEKEKEH

So will my Promo grades become an ADDE or ADDO? Monday reveals all.

NJ Open House.

Met chewsy (actually I went there to look for her).

Ack! I was suddenly tongue-tied -- could not keep a conversation going. My body language must have been terrible. *wails* I mean, I'm so happy to see her (I think she was happy to see me too ^____^), but *argh* what was my mind doing??? Precisely! It was doing nothing!! Nothing intelligent came out... *waaaaails*
Haiz, can't even converse with a best friend @__@, what is this world coming to?

Hmm. And I didn't know stormy you were in the same class as her. I thought it was only the same GP class. -_-

And then I met AJ friend, then I met primary school friend. Wowza. And pian pian stormy had to go wondering off to SA XD. (I didn't know NJ was that huge o_O)

Yay. Shall send chewsy another email tomorrow. Ask her about everything including boyfriends XDXDXD.

Heey~~~ (Well EJ brings out the brilliant expressive best of me)

Somebody is finally moving in next door~~~~

Heard from my mother they might be cantonese (now how does she find out everything under the sun??), as in dialect-cantonese. Mm.

Look into my eyes...

Fri, 24 Oct 2003 06:32:00 GMT

("Ack Homura-san! What have you been re-incarnated into?")

I understand white cats can have blue/green/gold/copper/odd (as is this case) eyes. Wow.

Today was Open House

Thu, 23 Oct 2003 08:30:00 GMT

I must've gotten tanner without doing much.

Anyways, there was this person in MGS uniform whom I walked past in the toilet. Then she called my name.
o_O Ooer, I didn't recognise her. But I know I should. I thought I should know her as well, but I didn't have that I've-seen-you-before-somewhere! feeling. But I felt I've known her before. Erm.
But since I automatically said "hi" before my mind reacted, I didn't pop the sorry-who-are-you question. And being quite embarrassed that she remembered me while I didn't, I don't think that I would have asked her anyway.

Then we met a 2nd time time down the corridor, and again I smiled and hi-ed. But I still cannot remember who she is~~~~~ ^^;;