Me: What's mama looking for? Mum: Just now I saw a burung, injured. Me: You saw a WHAT? *imagines a human-like being with massive pure white wings in our corridor*
I got a rude shock in the morning when she said that. I honestly thought she said she saw a bird angel and I just stood there for ten seconds gawking at her wide-eyed and wondering why she said it so calmly and matter-of-factly. I mean, come on, how often would you see an ANGEL. And then I realised she said "injured" and I went CHEYYY!!
Cosfest tomorrow! I haven't actually worn my outfit yet so I don't know what it looks like on me. DDD: And there's also the problem of wondering where to change tomorrow morning, since I'm supposed to meet up with the cosplay group outside D'Marquee at 11am - 12nn and I'm supposed to be changed by then, too. >_> So not gonna go there in cosplay outfit, since I'm taking buses there.
I think I better try on the whole outfit later at night when my mum's not looking (but she's staying up later and later thanks to her Korean dramas) and see if it's OK. T__T She still doesn't know the outfit cost $95. She knows I'm cosplaying, and I think she knows my eldest sister is, too, but she has no idea of its cost. I think Greece will be my only cosplay until the end of the year when I can get a part-time job.
Bus 132 broke down today! It didn't even leave the bus-stop LOL. SBS 9208 K. The driver gave us all a complimentary ride ticket. I use a bus-pass! When will I ever use that? Guess I can keep it as a memento, but I bet the ink'll fade off quite soon...
One hour and thirteen minutes to go before I can eat. ;_;
I forgot today was Fried Food Day! Now I'll have to wait for next week. Stall 7's crispy friend fried chicken (what would crispy friend taste like- NO IT'S CANNIBALISM) and potato fritters... *crais* Oh well, at least I'm getting a day done. One down, six more to go! All before August 20th.
Philo today felt surprisingly unPhilo. Felt more like RS. Or some Sec 1 science class, because we're starting on the whole knowledge thing and we're concentrating on scientific knowledge. Basically the task we had to do was come up with a simple science experiment to prove or disprove a statement. So all the things like Aim, Hypothesis, Materials Needed and Methodology came out. It was a fun change from sitting there listening to Mr Ng talk and us giving back halfhearted answers. (Or in my case, I just sit there and stare at him and say "Uhhhh...what?")
"Can I erase your identities?" - Mr Ng, erasing the Math identities off the board
OH NO. My nose is running! I cannot catch. Anyway, I hope it's not accompanied by a fever, because 1) I MIGHT HAVE GOT H1N1, 2) I MIGHT NOT BE ABLE TO GO FOR COSFEST, 3) AIYAH WHY SICK NOW NEVER SICK BEFORE LEH.
I am snorting out a considerable amount of mucus. IT ALWAYS HAPPENS WHEN I FAST. I think it's the lack of water to thin it out. Hmmhmm.
For some weird reason, I am now reminded of some teacher's words DON'T THROW YOUR USED TISSUES IN CLASS, PLEASE DISPOSE OF THEM IN THE BIN OUTSIDE and then I'm looking at the bin in my house and thinking "Right, what do I do?".
So, it's 1am. The Michael Jackson Farewell Tribute thing will be shown in about half-an-hour's time, but I'm not staying up for that. I've got a Malay paper to do, and nevermind with the time limit. >_>; Actually I think I'm supposed to be doing Lit with Sandhya but she hasn't MSNed me so I don't know. =/ Ms Leow won't even be there on the day of our lesson, so if we screw up...well, she won't know. I think.
I just realised that tomorrow 412 has the slackest day ever. MT, Math, Bio, and Philo! We get to leave directly after Philo because our free block is before lunch, huzzah. I checked all the Sec 4's even and odd week timetables and I am very proud to say - aiyah, I'm suanning you lah - that 12.10pm is the earliest time a Sec 4 class can leave school...AND THAT'S US! NO OTHER SEC 4 CLASS LEAVES EARLIER, OR EVEN AT THE SAME TIME. 412 ROCKS HAHA. No lah, it's Mr Chang who did all the timetabling, so he rocks.
It's really interesting to blogsearch RGS students. The good ones blog funny anecdotes about school and teachers (oh how scandalous! blackmail material). The only thing I fear about reading all of those blogs is STATCOUNTER. Which I have, too...I mean, they don't show your name, address, phone number, NRIC, colour of your underpants to the blog owner, but it's kinda unnerving to know what people Googled for when they hit your blog. So far, no pr0n. Heheh. Now that the keyword's up here maybe there will be.
I wonder what my senior will think when she checks statcounter to find this random IP address reading her blog archives. and where the search started. I hope I covered my tracks lololol
Oh, speaking of pr0n, I forgot to mention: FIN SEX. Of all people, it was GRACE who said that to me. Uh, something about Gill/Nemo? I will check that out later when I'm not supposed to keep my mind pure for make-up fasting tomorrow. =/
I wore a pair of stilettos for several hours yesterday while accompanying my mum to her friend's son's wedding. And wore a baju kurung set that was entirely pink. Matched with a pink bag, on which the face of a bunny was printed.
OHMAIGAWD MUNI WORE HIGH HEELS AND PINK! OMGWTFBBQ!!!!11eleventy1one SHE IS TURNING GIRLY PIGS WILL FLY SOON oh wait they already flu I'm sorry.
Never trust me with a pair of new stilettos; in the span of those several hours I managed to mutilate the pointy bits of both heels, making them rather more uncomfortable to wear than ever.
YESSS. Someone uploaded Flame and Citron on Youtube, complete with English subtitles! If only I had the time to watch the whole thing in one go with little interruption. D: I've watched it about halfway, it's pretty interesting although I doubt you can walk right up to someone in the street and simply shoot his head off without anyone noticing.
Random: During some parts in the movie, they're actually speaking German instead of Danish. x_x I never noticed the switch between the two, they sound rather similar to someone unfamiliar with the languages. Then again they are under the same group of Germanic languages (that includes English!) so I guess it shouldn't be surprising, really.
Got my Greece uniform from Jazlyn today! She went to collect hers yesterday and the tailor said mine was done already. It looks pretty cool, accurate and all, but on hindsight I should've said I wanted a bigger, baggier jacket. =/ It doesn't drape over the shoulders good. Maybe I've got to soften the cloth up by washing it once before Cosfest. (And I'm doubting paying $95 for it - if I had done more prep beforehand I think I could've sourced out cheaper alternatives at Army Market or something, but it's all done with so I can't regret it now. D:)
I don't know where to get boots though. I could probably use my NCC boots but it'll most likely look weird. Jaz offered to lend me her welly boots. No idea what they look like though. And I think I need astigmatism contact lenses because Greece doesn't wear specs. Lucky Jaz! She's cosplaying Austria and he wears specs.
The reopening of school has wrecked havoc with my immune system. I've been sneezing often all day since school reopened, but I have no fever, no sore throat, no blocked nose, no other symptom of H1N1 so I have no idea what it is. Stress, probably. Lack of sleep. Jumping from 8 solid hours of sleep during the holidays straight to a mere 3 hours would do that to you, eh.
Guh. I should start learning how to identify commercial airplanes from afar, apart from just knowing if they're twin-engines or not.
I had been wanting to go to Changi Beach ever since I read about the NE-SW monsoon winds changing direction last month or so. From October/November to March it's the North-East monsoon wind, which means that planes landing at Changi Airport will be coming in from the South. It's not as fun watching planes take off compared to watching incoming planes with their powerful lights illuminating the water's surface at night.
Got the chance to do so today, although sadly not at night - but it's better than nothing! Brought along the binos, as usual, though my dad wants new ones with bigger lenses. Didn't see the massive A380s though, most of the planes were smaller Boeing planes. Saw SIA, Garuda Indonesia, SilkAir, Lufthansa, AirAsia, Lion Air, JetStar, KLM Royal Dutch and MAS. There was also what my dad called a training jet (my brother thought it was a Lear jet - maybe it is).
The trip wasn't limited to planespotting, though. Passing by was a cable-laying ship called the Subaru, belonging to NTT World Engineering Marine Corporation (NTT WE Marine). I don't think it was laying any cables then, though; it was moving too fast and no crew was seen doing such work. There was also what looked like a tanker, called the Arctic Breeze - port of registry: Valletta, Malta. The Subaru was registered at Tokyo. It was so cool seeing ships pass by that had been to places far away from Singapore!
Aw, if I could go to Changi Beach more often I'd love it. LOL, but after watching Red Eye on TV just now I got second thoughts being on a plane. The plane looked awfully claustrophobic and cramped.
Speaking of Red Eye, the movie was a great thriller. I spoilered myself by reading Wikipedia's summary beforehand (as usual), but knowing what would happen in the story still didn't stop me from feeling that rush of fear and excitement. Cillian Murphy was perfect as the villain Jackson Rippner (yeah sounds like Jack the Ripper - oddly enough I had that revelation in the bathroom). At the beginning of the movie he appeared to be a rather nice guy, but there was this creepy feel about him because of his eyes (they're seriously blue) and how he knows a lot about Lisa without letting on too much. The movie gets better once he finally reveals his true intentions on the flight and what he does to Lisa to make her do what he wants.
This is the second time in a week I wished I didn't wake up from my dreams. It's rather fuzzy now but in the morning I had hurriedly scribbled down whatever remnants of the dream I remembered.
Iraq? No, a refugee camp. Lined up for meagre food and drink, ladled from huge tubs.
I think I got here because I saw a poster advertising the refugee camp. =/ It had some paragraphs on the right half of the poster and a picture of a running guy that looked oddly like Osama on the left half. When I queued up for food there was another RGS girl in line in front of me. I do not know how an ad for a refugee camp got me to go there.
Had my phone with me. I could pick from a list of songs to play (there was a band named Diggilee?!) and from the band picked I could go to their 'place of origin'.
I bet all of the songs had Scandinavian origins. One of the bands sounded like a rock/metal band, and Diggilee reminds me of a Swedish ESC entry called 'Diggi-Loo Diggi-Ley', as well as Diggiloo Thrush, the website containing lyrics for ESC songs. The band Diggilee looked like it belonged in the 80s. The band members were in pink and had those puffy Hairspray-like hairstyles.
They looked Scandinavian, but I ended up at a research station in ANTARCTICA. I was wearing my pajamas in Antarctica! I remember looking out to sea, the foamy waves crashing down on the beach, and thinking it would've been the worst winds in the Adriatic Sea. A huge freight ship passed by, dark silhouettes of cranes at the ports in the foreground and background.
Even though my brain told me it was Antarctica, I think I was actually in Iceland. Also, the Adriatic Sea really exists! I wonder where my brain heard THAT, thought it was just a random nice-sounding name it thought up. Even though the Adriatic Sea's a little off for Iceland and really far off the mark for Antarctica, if you applied Antarctic-force winds to the Adriatic it would still be the worst winds it would ever have experienced.
Contemplated sitting down and singing Emilie Simon's songs from La marche de l'empereur, but I was afraid cameras at the station would see me and hear me. I couldn't go out in the snowy wind, either.
Antarctica = March of the Penguins = Emilie Simon
Checked my phone, played around with it. It allowed me to view what was going on in the area through various cameras, like webcams. It showed me bright, grainy video feeds of the entrance to the shipyards/docks, the station itself...but when it showed me the research station it wasn't snowing in the video. Women, men and children interacted happily in the scene, walking around, talking. I got confused. Was this camera in real-time or was I seeing a recording of the past that happened here? I began to feel sad. I yearned to go where they were, I wanted to stay with them, and there was the realisation that if they were in the past I would never see them again. At all. Those lovely people at the lovely station only lived in the video on my phone. I didn't want to look away, didn't want to turn it off.
Must've stemmed from my interest in international webcams. There's a novelty in viewing everyday life in other countries, especially since I have no means to go there. The people at the station in the webcam dressed as if they were in the 1940s. I don't know why I felt sad, but perhaps it was because it was such a stark contrast to the cold, white and sterile environment of the station now. Completely empty, devoid of people. I just wanted to stay with them, to stay with this large group of people where I wouldn't be lonely. Also, in my heart, I think I felt as if I was actually in another country, like Iceland, that I've always dreamed of going to but will never have the chance to for a very long time. It's the novelty of watching everyday life in other countries, imagining the time when I will be there in person to experience it for myself. If what I was watching was in the past...
My dad came to sit beside me, playing a rather dumb-looking game: a pixelated crossover between Indiana Jones and Jurassic Park. I remember Indy hopping over cactuses and avoiding foes, only to die hitting a platform while riding on the back of a flying pterodactyl.
I KNOW, RIGHT?
Then my dad asked me stuff. I can't remember what, but I do remember having a paper in my hand. I think he asked me stuff to do with the refugee camp? A commentary also appeared on the paper, trying to explain my dad's character's death. Well actually, the gist of the sentence that appeared was that Harry (as in Harry Potter) was being choked by Lord Voldemort, and Ron somehow interpreted his choking noises to mean "Go get some Galleons and buy the newspaper".
IRL, it was my mum shouting for my brother to wake up and go buy the newspaper. I do not know where this crack came from.
At the end my mum wanted me to study, so she was following me all over the place (the environment changed to that of my living room). To delay studying I tore up some corrugated plastic boards, the kind you use for projects, and then spent time poring over them to see which ones I could use to study (they still had projects on them when I tore them). Then my mum said I was actually a good girl, and I could do anything I wanted if I tried...
...and then I woke up to my mum scolding me and complaining about me not studying. That was when I wished I didn't wake up and was still back in my dream with my mum's kind tones.
That's it. I am totally going to go geohashing. Once I find a geohash that actually lands SOMEWHERE in Singapore and not Malaysia, because we have the misfortune of being too small to have a graticule all to ourselves. Have you seen the Singapore graticule before? We don't even make up A THIRD of it! I'd say Singapore takes up a mere twelfth of the graticule, as a best estimate. The other eleven-twelfths are shared between Malaysia and open water. =/ I am not going to drag my mum out to Malaysia with a printed satellite map in hand just to find a GPS coordinate, she'll think I have absolutely nothing to do with my time.
On the bright side, once I'm old and brave enough to cross the border on my own, most of my geohashes will have a Border Crossing Achievement. >_>;;
Out of curiosity I decided to key in my family members' birthdays and see where the geohashes lie. My dad's one is pretty cool, it's located somewhere near Changi Airport Terminal 3 and Changi Air Base. Pretty significant because he's into fighter jets and stuff, plays flight simulators all the time. In fact his birthday geohash is the only one that's located in Singapore, the rest are either out in open waters or on Malaysian soil.
I checked Jane's, Denise's and Jazlyn's birthdays too. None in Singapore. Although I think if I used the neighbouring graticule one of them might land somewhere in Changi Air Base. (LOL Restricted Area! Offtopic: I LOVE THE MESSAGES THEY LEAVE JUST OUTSIDE THE BASE'S ENTRANCE. It's pretty normal to others but to me it's just quirky! Like: "Please check your computers for viruses" and "Please do not do government work on personal computers", etc. NOT WORD FOR WORD, I can't remember what exactly they said but it's hilarious to me.)
...Got to get a math genius to tell me the odds of a geohash landing on Singaporean soil. SOIL AND NOT TERRITORIAL WATERS.
I think I'd rather get a GPS (the cheapest Garmin one is $189) and a digital camera at the end of the year. So I can go both geohashing and geocaching! Until then, I'll just have to rely on Google Maps printouts and good eyesight - can't really use a compass for peanuts, luckily I wasn't involved in orienteering two years ago! Luckily Singapore's mostly urban so the likelihood of a geohash being in urban areas is pretty high...IF ANY EVEN LAND IN SINGAPORE LOL.
HETALIA!<33
mai OTP: Denmark/Norway
Nordic nations
Prussia <3
wishlist
TRAVEL THE WORLD, YO.
1. A GPS unit
2. A good pair of binos
3. Oh, the Places You'll Go by Dr. Seuss
4. Farthest North by Fridtjof Nansen
5. Worst Journey in the World by Apsley Cherry-Garrard
