:: Crazy Doctor - the loudness

i recently realised tt he's actually saying Take me away from here forever. hahaha. quite funny. but this song is nice lah... damn fierce.

Take me away from here forever!!...
Take me away from here forever!!...
Take me away from here forever!!...
Take me away from here forever!!...
Oooh yea... ooo yea---oh!!!!!!

HAHAHA. wah, shiok only.

:: Coming Around Again - carly simon

i've got so many musings, they're threatening to force their way out through my ears. i've so many books to read and so many movies to watch and so many children to guide and so many places to go and so many things to eat and so much love to make (mm, not sure bout this one...) and so many newspapers to read and so many clothes to wear and so many flea mkts to scour and so many things i want to learn and so many friends to keep in touch with and so much music to make and so much to write. but i guess for tonight we'll have to settle for one para.

:: Living in a Tree - priscilla ahn

it's hazy- just like my mind.

how much do you want it?

:: Caribbean Queen - billy ocean

i told myself i'd sleep earlier tonight. ya.

omg terence just sent me a youtube link for a chage and aska vid. HAHAHA CHAGE AND ASKA! wtf. i wonder wat ever happened to them man... i remember aunty g had their cd. or was it mummy? haha.

there is no fucking thing as 60sec-dry nail polish. liars!

anyhoo, while waiting for my little masterpieces to dry, i re-watched a bit of the first episode of freaks and geeks on youtube. haha love tt show.

shit i'm getting hungry. i wonder wat stereotype category i'd fall under if i had been schooled in the US... i mean, other than the 'token asian kid' label. need food right now. ah i know- bananas!

songe-tu parfois à l'inconnu qui est assis en face de toi dans le métro? si ouai... check this out (how do you say 'check this out' in french, anyway? anyone?): L'Inconnu du Métro

this girl does wat i've always felt compelled to do on the bus/train. damn interesting if you do understand french. thanks for sharing, marie dinkle!


so far, i've mostly only made conversation with taxi drivers. one of the few times i spoke to a stranger on public mass transport was bout 5 yrs back, when i found myself on the train, sitting next to this lady (who later introduced herself as 'Penelope'. or some other long, 'P' name..) who happened to be doing her french wkbk. of course, being the kaypoh tt i cannot help being, i was looking at all her answers and mentally going through them one by one, while also observing her scanning the questions and looking quite clueless. finaly, when i really couldn't tahan anymore, i said: "excuse me, sorry to be a busybody (blatant lie), but do you mind if i help you correct one of your answers?"

tsk. i know, i know... so yaya right. macam my french damn good. but anyway, it was still better than hers. lucky for me, she was really friendly. she said she was on the way to her af class which she hadn't gone for a while. she was kind of embarrassed tt i'd been watching her but she said she welcomed any help. i explained to her conjugation rules and some blablahs of wat i knew of french grammar. sometimes i wonder how her french lesson went tt evening. i hope she's progressed to where she wanted to be.

ok lah, no more stories already, amelia. stop procrastinating and just fucking go and sleep.

oh oh, and today i poked an old man who was sitting on the steps outside an mrt station, sleeping. i just wanted to make sure he was alive. i don't feel comfortable walking past someone, knowing they might be dead- do you? so... yes, he was alive. (otherwise this post would've been on something entirely different.)

okok, i'm really not gonna type anymore ok? i'll REALLY go to sleep in like... 10 mins. mornite, world.

after the very zestful exchange of language-teaching ideas/methods and rehashing of linguistic jargon and theories at edmen's hse the other day, i feel the renewed urge to throw myself into anything linguistic-related. so i did some googling and came up with this: Language Conferences Worldwide

and then i found this http://www.fas.nus.edu.sg/cls/clasic2010/Registration.htm. but fuck! 480$? i never knew attending conferences cost tt much. i feel quite naive but i had actually (till 5 mins ago) thought tt these kinds of things were free. nabei. tsk. watever. i guess i cant make it anyway cos of work. so much for sch "holidays"... meh.

i think i'm grumpy cos i'm hungry.

i told edmen tt i reckon we'd fit right in if there was some linguistics anonymous group or something. for the real hardcore types, you know? hell yea. i'd type in ipa right now if i could, just to put my point across. if linguistics were a man, i'd marry him. actually... maybe not. if music were a man, i'd marry him. ok no i change my mind. i want food, music, linguistics, .. mm wat else? i duno but seriously, fuck the man, man (haha pun not intended. ok maybe it was haha.) bring on all the things tt won't let me dwn. yes yes yes. why am i feeling so decadent right now?

ok i think i need to answer the gurgling stomach. à toute à l'heure mes camarades locuteurs!!

i've discovered tonight tt surfing alma mater and other sch websites might just be more addictive than surfing fb. kx and i had a fun omglookwhoitis and wahcantbelieveshesstillthere and hahahestilllooksthesameman time less than an hr ago. i guess it's comforting and amusing to know tt some things never change in spite of the yrs.

ok i think the novelty of the m**.e**.sg sites has worn out. i will now log onto fb just cos i can. haha.

happy children's day. today's compo lesson went quite superbly and i'm very pleased. i reckon it was the sticker-award session just before tt tt did the trick.

today mummy bought ant poison. and so i spent a good half hour tonight sprawled on the floor by the door, straining my neck to watch the ants inadvertently committing slow suicide, lining up to grab the little grains of whoknowswat to lug back to their little cranny. i wasn't as concerned with their future as i was with the way they worked together to get the work done. i ran in and out of the parents' rm every 10 mins to report my findings. of course they laughed at wat a weirdo i am. i'm not sure how else i'd expect anyone to react to myself, anyway.

i wondered again if there were others like me... (who are also not entomologists) who enjoy watching insects and figuring out how they worked. i remembered buying a plastic ant farm thing in primary school. i tried to catch ants to put in but my fingers weren't deft enough to catch any without killing them. so i left the plastic container below my dressing table, on the rattan chest and one day found tt tiny ants had made themselves quite at home. they ahd entered through the breathing holes. i guess the farm was meant for bigger ants. i dont remember wat happened after tt but i guess mummy must've thrown the whole thing away.

oh well. i guess this will be another thing to put on my list of things to do when i'm retired.

can you tell i'm just procrastinating? bleah.

oh why won't you just fucking make the first move again?