Started my Literature selective classes today.
It was ...interesting. Lol.
We're gonna have to stage an adaptation of a Greek drama, Oedipus the King.
I plan to be the Rock. :D
... Who wants to be the Tree?
Monday, November 30, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Not Again
I tell you, exams are detrimental to health.
At least, to mine.
Sigh.
I also discovered that laughing too much & taking it too easy before exam is not a good thing. It causes precious information to slip through. WTH.
I swear, you know those cartoon pictures of people who think too hard and too long their brain overheats like a machine and breaks down, releasing a cloud of smoke?
An unpleasant feeling, one I DO NOT want to feel again. T_T My head felt like it was gonna explode!
And I wouldn't have minded it if it DID. At least I'd get to faint and have an excuse to escape the dratted paper.
Who knew that some ink slapped on pieces of paper could hurt me so bad? Guurgh.
The small, silver lining, if very stained silver, is that this isn't the Big One. Yeah, if the Little Ones hurt this bad, what will the BIG ONE do to me?? *headsmacktable*
Next time, I think I'm may have to put Plan D into motion. (D for daring daredevil desperation) I was planning it before this tragedy, and I think it's quite sound.
Plan D :
I need, say, about 15 comrades. The more the better, there's the chance we might miss our target.
We need to fashion or obtain blowpipes & darts, preferably small ones, so it's easy to sneak 'em in.
Then we need to learn to use them effectively, till we can hit small, moving targets with uncanny precision.
Ha, now comes the tricky part; we need some kinda sedative to smear on the darts. I know the orang asli use the poison off the backs of poisonous frogs, but that may be overkill. The invigila- I mean, targets only need to be knocked out. This aspect of the plan I'm not so sure of. Yet.
After all this, we're set. and Plan D can be brought into motion if the need arises. Ah, we also need to be sure to divide and assign targets, though. Don't want one target receiving 10 darts while the others are missed.
Once Plan D is accomplished, it's up to each comrade what to do next. I, personally, suggest we start a fire, with the papers at the heart of it, naturally, and loose the fire alarm. And we gotta do it right, to make it seem accidental, or at least untraceable.
This will buy us some time to cram more info into our abused brains and maybe plot another Backup Plan.
So, any volunteers?
At least, to mine.
Sigh.
I also discovered that laughing too much & taking it too easy before exam is not a good thing. It causes precious information to slip through. WTH.
And although I ate a good breakfast and slept (relatively) enough, my brain overheated at the end, till I couldn't even remember the simplest most basic stuff!!!
OHMYFREAKINGEFFINGGOD!!!! DX<I swear, you know those cartoon pictures of people who think too hard and too long their brain overheats like a machine and breaks down, releasing a cloud of smoke?
I. FELT. LIKE. THAT.
An unpleasant feeling, one I DO NOT want to feel again. T_T My head felt like it was gonna explode!
And I wouldn't have minded it if it DID. At least I'd get to faint and have an excuse to escape the dratted paper.
Who knew that some ink slapped on pieces of paper could hurt me so bad? Guurgh.
The small, silver lining, if very stained silver, is that this isn't the Big One. Yeah, if the Little Ones hurt this bad, what will the BIG ONE do to me?? *headsmacktable*
Next time, I think I'm may have to put Plan D into motion. (D for daring daredevil desperation) I was planning it before this tragedy, and I think it's quite sound.
Plan D :
I need, say, about 15 comrades. The more the better, there's the chance we might miss our target.
We need to fashion or obtain blowpipes & darts, preferably small ones, so it's easy to sneak 'em in.
Then we need to learn to use them effectively, till we can hit small, moving targets with uncanny precision.
Ha, now comes the tricky part; we need some kinda sedative to smear on the darts. I know the orang asli use the poison off the backs of poisonous frogs, but that may be overkill. The invigila- I mean, targets only need to be knocked out. This aspect of the plan I'm not so sure of. Yet.
After all this, we're set. and Plan D can be brought into motion if the need arises. Ah, we also need to be sure to divide and assign targets, though. Don't want one target receiving 10 darts while the others are missed.
Once Plan D is accomplished, it's up to each comrade what to do next. I, personally, suggest we start a fire, with the papers at the heart of it, naturally, and loose the fire alarm. And we gotta do it right, to make it seem accidental, or at least untraceable.
This will buy us some time to cram more info into our abused brains and maybe plot another Backup Plan.
So, any volunteers?
Monday, November 16, 2009
Fireworks
Wheeeeee~~~!!!
Went to a festival last weekend.
Major procrastination, as I have lots more to study.
But, I had fun! Took LOTS of pictures with an SLR camera borrowed from uni.
I think I'm in love.
I love, love, LOVE the camera. Beautiful shots! (would be better in the hands of a pro, not a total rookie like me)
I'm damn damn damn tempted and encouraged to cosplay now. Or at least continue shooting cosplayers' pictures. XD I enjoyed myself so much! And they seemed to too!
You see, this event piqued my interest to get an SLR myself and immerse myself in photography, and may be erm, cosplay a little.
Yeah I work part-time. So yeah, I got another source of income there. But I don't think it's enough...
Went to a festival last weekend.
Major procrastination, as I have lots more to study.
But, I had fun! Took LOTS of pictures with an SLR camera borrowed from uni.
I think I'm in love.
I love, love, LOVE the camera. Beautiful shots! (would be better in the hands of a pro, not a total rookie like me)
I'm damn damn damn tempted and encouraged to cosplay now. Or at least continue shooting cosplayers' pictures. XD I enjoyed myself so much! And they seemed to too!
And thus my frustration begins.
You see, this event piqued my interest to get an SLR myself and immerse myself in photography, and may be erm, cosplay a little.
And both desires need M.O.N.E.Y.
....which I am short of.
D:<
Yeah I work part-time. So yeah, I got another source of income there. But I don't think it's enough...
Gaaaah!!! Then comes the urge to buy books too. And other necessities like clothes, food and what-not.
This series is at the top of my list right now. The Most Wanted & Unattainable one.
They did.
It's RM30.90 perbook. The ones with Part 1&2 reach RM50+
Sigh.
I think I'll just study now first. At least I know there'll be lots to occupy my time during the break after my exam on the 26th.
STUDY DAMMIT HUMAN.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Peniless
I am feeling very poor.
I think I owe people money left and right... =_=" so the moneh in my wallie ain't mine.
Wallie, naturally is NOT pleased.
He was so unhappy that he slipped out of my pocket in my aunt's car as I left for home in another aunt's car.
So, I spent two days in Malacca peniless, IC-less & driving license-less. Kept praying that no police would ask for my identification. Briefly considered bringing along my photostated copy of my birth certificate, after an image of me screaming, "NO! No! I'm Malaysian, I swear! I warganegara! WARGANEGARA!!" as police officers drag me away to deport me to China flitted through my mind.
Felt like a damn idiot, man.
Had a heart-to-leather talk with Wallie when I got back.
Told him about the extra debts I feel obligated to pay to me mum & dad now, since they had to pay for my trip home.
Wallie is not pleased. He mantains that it was me who drove him to commit that act of rebellion.
Yeah, right.
Anyway, I think it's time to collect my part-time pay from uni to cheer Wallie up, else I may never be able to reach into my bag again without losing digits.
Damn Wallie.
I think I owe people money left and right... =_=" so the moneh in my wallie ain't mine.
Wallie, naturally is NOT pleased.
He was so unhappy that he slipped out of my pocket in my aunt's car as I left for home in another aunt's car.
So, I spent two days in Malacca peniless, IC-less & driving license-less. Kept praying that no police would ask for my identification. Briefly considered bringing along my photostated copy of my birth certificate, after an image of me screaming, "NO! No! I'm Malaysian, I swear! I warganegara! WARGANEGARA!!" as police officers drag me away to deport me to China flitted through my mind.
Felt like a damn idiot, man.
Had a heart-to-leather talk with Wallie when I got back.
Told him about the extra debts I feel obligated to pay to me mum & dad now, since they had to pay for my trip home.
Wallie is not pleased. He mantains that it was me who drove him to commit that act of rebellion.
Yeah, right.
Anyway, I think it's time to collect my part-time pay from uni to cheer Wallie up, else I may never be able to reach into my bag again without losing digits.
Damn Wallie.
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