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(Wednesday, June 25, 2008 @ 11:12 PM)
A Very Important Person says:
Madness. I have time to come here and talk crap! When I should be studying for mid-years that I don’t have to do. Hohoho.
Anyway. I know what the next book I’m going to get is. Saw the thing in Times at the airport. Now here comes the title. How to think like a Maths Genius. Useful it is. Now I know how to multiply any 2-digit number by 11.
Should have bought it there and then instead of buying that Ukrainian lady’s ‘Two Caravans’. And up to where I’ve read so far, it’s not even particularly funny. Really. Terry Pratchett beats her hands down, legs tied and eyes closed. I should stop buying nonsense books and just buy his.
So I won’t feel disappointed after reading them. I hate it when I read a book that I bought and I find that it doesn’t live up to my expectations. I feel useless. Tis a sign that my nose for hunting out and sieving out the good books from the bad. Of course, taste in books is relative. But.
That’s not the point.
Well. This Math book thing, it teaches you how to, well basically, think like a genius. But it’s actually just tricks for calculating mentally really fast. It’s good though. Trains your mind to think swiftly. Keeps your mind well-oiled and exercised. Quick! Answer me this. What is 3.5.4!
No calculators allowed.
Go. If thy answer is 360 and you got it right in less than 10 seconds without calc, congratulations! If you didn’t, well. Haha. There’s always the calculator in exams of course.
What an exciting day today. I cannot run to save my life. While jogging to the Subway at East Coast with the 4 fellahs and 2 wimmin with bikes, we witnessed something horrific. Possibly, probably, a woman wanting to commit suicide at the expressway. I don’t want to speculate, but twas scary. And such violence.
She was with another man who, we inferred, was restraining her from doing it. Street theatre really. Of course we called the police to come break up the quarrel/robbery/suicide-attempt/event, and tis true that many of our fellow good countrymen only stand by to watch, but interfere not. All of a sudden! A well-built guy in VJ pe-shirt appears and attempts to save(?) the lady.
Tried to talk some sense into her. While the other fellow who was her (her boyfriend possibly) just walked off. This unknown hero just grabbed the lady’s arm and refused to let her go even though she tried to struggle a little and was resistant to what he was saying. In the words of our senior, twas a 15 minute impromptu monologue, under stress. Freaking slow the police were in arriving.
Yes certainly. 20 minutes to get to the scene. Someone could have DIED. Well at least they arrived in time and we got to leave to go seek out our dinner.
I have a new song stuck in my head for now! Finally, no longer is it the chinese funeral song that plays on repeat in the media player that is my brain. Tis now 'You are the Moon' by 'The Hush Sound' from the album 'Like Vines'.
Catchy. Even though it is a slow one, it still sticks. And the lyrics. So meaningful and beautiful. I love these sort of songs. Calms you down after a long, angst-filled, problem-filled, emotional day of slots. Yes, they are emotional. TRY IT YOURSELF, WILL YOU. Stick yourself in my tattered old sNike sNeakers. I need new shoes! Certainly, it may be more of a want than a need,
but, you can hardly tell the difference right. If you look at it with the materialistic part of your brain, it will be easier for you to understand. Since when! Why materialism when we have been told it is bad? Holding on to things, wanting new things, makes you very, very unhappy and that leads you away from the path of Dharma. See. I won't say I'm a staunch buddhist,
but I know that his teachings are very true. Goodness me. What is with these horrible, loss-making fetishes of mine? Freitags. Shoes-all kinds. Sheesh.
Go away. One can dream about what they want to have but can't get right? Yeesh. Can't believe this. Less than a week away from TSD A-levels. Go seniors! Go juniors! Persevere. See, even persevere has the word 'severe' in it. That's how tough persevering is. Yeesh.
You are the Moon-The Hush Sound
Shadows all around you as you surface from the dark
Emerging from the gentle grip of night's unfolding arms
Darkness, darkness everywhere, do you feel all alone?
The subtle grace of gravity, the heavy weight of stone
You don't see what you possess, a beauty calm and clear
It floods the sky and blurs the darkness like a chandelier
All the light that you possess is skewed by lakes and seas
The shattered surface, so imperfect, is all that you believe
I will bring a mirror, so silver, so exact
So precise and so pristine, a perfect pane of glass
I will set the mirror up to face the blackened sky
You will see your beauty every moment that you rise
(Monday, June 16, 2008 @ 4:22 PM)
A Very Important Person says:
I keep forgetting what I want to say. Short-term memory loss is affecting me badly badly. Most salubrious to not be able to remember things you must. Well. On with things.
My beautiful pair of fighting fish. Keeping a pet is all about trust. Of course, habits and their fishy instinct play an important part in their
training. But. Trust is most important. If you constantly feed them by sticking your fingers into the water, everytime you do that, they will come to you. O, but they're creatures of habit, you argue. Well. If you stuck your fingers in without the food, they wouldn't go to you anymore. See. Trust.
Today be my only rest day off'f slots. It'll be back to hard gruelling, back-breaking labour soon. I never realized how close the A-levels were. It's unnerving. To think that tis their A's but we're the ones that'll make it all work. What if we went on a strike? Of course we wouldnt', but. What IF.
I wonder.
S'quite exciting to think that we'll be getting juniors in another 6 months. And we'll have the run of the place. But of course. We'll be just that bit closer to A's already. Study!
I have not touched a bassoon in. 3 weeks. When we get back to it, I pray I do not sound like a dead duck. Hm.
Emcee-ing was nothing, but. The day itself was scary. And I realized things about our family. What would you do if your father passed away on your daughter's wedding day? Or how about if your mum
went during your honeymoon? Perhaps, to receive news that your dad wouldn't be around anymore while you were on holiday with your kids in Oceania? Or how about you going to the hospital to see your grandma in ICU at 7 am on your birthday, with her passing two days after that? What is wrong with our family tree?
My dad puts it all down to the human will. You hang on till you see what you're waiting for to happen and you go peacefully. It's frightening. That's why I'm afraid to go on holidays. You don't know what goes on back on homeground. It's unnerving.
Moritururi Nolumus Mori
We who are about to die, don't want to.
Non Temetis Messor
Don't fear the reaper.
(Saturday, June 14, 2008 @ 5:53 PM)
A Very Important Person says:
Tsk. There is no one online now for me to rant at, therefore I have decided to entertain thou who have decided to drop by my place. I realized that if I don’t update often, people won’t come to visit. I should not let my place go stagnant. Hm.
This is such a lousy redundant thing for me to say but I want to say it and you will not stop me. My phone is so terribly quiet nowadays. The anathema device. Gone were those days where I had to restrain myself to not exceed our 300 free messages per month. Just messaging normally without restraint now can get me through to a number just behind 300. The fun of the restraint. Part of the eight month old story. I know, tis was eight months long. Eight point five maybe. But not exceeding nine. See. Nine was always the magic number to determine anything. Even pregnancy. If you couldn’t take your kid for nine months, of course you could give it up. I wonder what the next eight point five months shall bring.
Melancholic enough? Leave that and let’s ameliorate our English vocab. After listening to a vocab-ful friend speak, ie Baohui, I am determined to learn as many new words as I possibly can. Pardon me if these are words you already know but I need to remind myself of my absolutely inadequate vocabulary.
Saporous-flavourful
Soporific-inducing sleep
Ameliorate-improve
Lachrymose-inclined to weep
Piquant-stimulating
Supercilious-haughty
Salubrious-detrimental to health or well being
Expurgation-to remove objectionable material before publication(of a book?)
Anathema-accursed
Desideratum-something that is desired
These words for now. I have used all of them except for piquant. When in the world would you need to say something is stimulating? Piquant for imagination?
We bought two fighting fish for ourselves today. I will endeavour to take utmost care of them and not let them swim in salubrious waters. I will. I will. O hell mid years. Most salubrious to have A-levels at the same time as you. Begone from this place and go back to the fiery hells from whence thou camest.
Off to be emcee for cousin's wedding then. Hah. fourteen june.
Ab hoc possum videre domuum tuum.
I can see your house from up here.