merry christmas!

may your days be merry and bright

merry christmas from somodit, deviantart.

happy like shit

mid-terms are finally over, so yeah ... happy like shit? happy that mid-terms are over, never mind that the results are crap.

anyway, the (post mid-term) plan today was for me to hit the bed by 10pm sharp, but somehow sleep didn't come. which is a little annoying. and a little strange, since the previous nights before i was practically falling asleep in front of the laptop. and since you can only stare at ceilings for so long, might as well get up and do something productive.

picture is courtesy of lastscionz from deviantart, where a happy debate is still going strong on the mysterious identity of the brown stuff.

the black frog's doodles

i think i ordered this book more than 2 months ago. completely forgotten about it till they called me on sunday to collect it. anyway, on a side note, i think the artist draws somewhat like zeddy.

which also reminds me that i haven't doodled in ages, not that i'm any good with it, but that's beside the point.

screw you

strong words, i know, but i forgive myself. it's alright, really, when you can't print out your readings in the school lab 'cause the printer is out of paper. it gets mildly annoying when you reach home later, intending to do the readings from your laptop, only to find out that it's mysteriously been taken down, and thankfully your friend emails it to you, thereby saving your precious behind and your less-precious gpa. then the mind-numbing process as you go through the assignment till 4.24am in the morning. and when it's finally done, edventure doesn't let you log in to submit the assignment.

so screw you, whatever it means, whoever you are, since you can't put a face or name to edventure who seems intent on making even simple things difficult. i have wider vocabularies with better descriptions, but i know who reads this when they're dead bored, so i shall refrain. as pathetic as it is, dear professor, even though you won't be reading this, i have proved myself a pretty alright student, never mind that i skipped your previous tutorial and that you noticed.

this is, by the way, a rant. i think i shall be highly amused when i re-read it again tomorrow, when i am actually sober.

p.s. i do not dislike this class.

thank you!

for all the well-wishes, and the awesome hesh card, and Da Birthday Song. suddenly the idea of waking up before sunrise and travelling halfway across the island to school for a measly half-hour lecture sounds pretty worth it after all.

so thank you again, even though words aren't always enough, for making this ordinary monday something to remember for a long time to come.

the kingdom of loathing

where good afternoons are spent.

an adventurer is you!

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closing time

before time passes and memories fade, arigatou, for the gazillion time, to everyone who has helped out in the camp in one way or another.

like liz puts it only too well, we have come 1 full round. all too quickly.

and off we go

i distinctively remember typing in a similar entry for wkwscifoc 08. oh well. we're freshies no more.



till we come back on the 10th.

white paper in, white paper out

let me introduce to you an old friend of mine.

it has no name; like all old furniture in the house have no names. yet as the years go by it has commanded its own seat of power in the living room, like all old furniture do. for 11 years it has sat there, upon its throne of 2 CD players older than itself, like the result of some haphazard city planning, the new built precariously upon the foundations of older structures. for 11 years it sat, churning out all sorts of essays (good and bad), research materials (just copy, paste and print, nevermind what's written on it), lengthy game walkthroughs, an occasional full-size colour picture.

well past its retirement age, my epson stylus colour 400 has recently learnt something new.

white paper in, white paper out.

just print out the document, old man. i'm not retiring you yet. not when i just fed you a new cartridge.

alone together

it was all two people could ever be to each other, he supposed. alone together. for the dreams and secrets of our hearts may be spoken, but words are handmaidens. words can never fully say, for they fumble, stammer, and break the best porcelain. the best one can hope for is to find along the way someone to share the path, content to walk in silence, for the heart communes best when it does not try to speak.

-page 374

the quintessential tourist

somehow this came into mind when i was looking through the foc photoshoot and saw kaijie's photo with the hat, feathered boa and vintage briefcase. it's probably the only thing i can recall now from the com206 readings.

seniors' camp tomorrow. today, or specifically, in six hour's time if you're feeling picky. it's sorta like a dry run of the coming freshman camp all packed together into 2 incredible days.

it shall be fun.

shall end off here, since it's late. gotta grab some shut-eye. be back on wednesday.

SDL: samurai duelers league

ejarel thinks he may join too. but ejarel is not good enough. =(

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