all I wanted to do was to watch an episode of hana kimi. then veoh decided to die on me. waileth.

besides that, I need to get my tutorials changed. why is it that when I need manual tutorial registration, it's always my own department? what an irony. hey and law link is open, so my sister's theory (or serie, according to park) doesn't stand.

my laj lecture notes are cryptic. I can't believe I actually sat down and did all my homework the other day, and just now I actually tried filling out my notes. my goodness. and guess what? I have a good mind to start reading my nm2219 because the lectures are pretty much based on the readings, so I should read them. even though the idea behind the whole module's rather simple, to a large extent.

oh and I must do my reaction paper. don't wait till the last minute.

you know it's that time of the year when you make resolutions. resolutions to be on time, resolutions to save money, resolutions to lose weight, resolutions to be more organised, resolutions to do work, resolutions to finish readings. after a while, the resolve begins to dissolve, and evolve. and I've never been really resolute since young. couldn't even file my things properly. after my hasty filing of english files in primary 2 for the hod to check through, I realised after they returned the files, that a chinese worksheet found its way into the file. of course, that meant that the hod never bothered about the file, but hello, it said a lot about my organisation.

organised chaos. it does kinda exist, actually. I do roughly know where I put things, and my things may not be in order or stacked neatly or packed properly, but I can fish it out when I want to. or at least I know where to start looking.

and this is such a random entry. I'm bored while waiting for hana kimi to reload, but yet there's nothing to talk about. there's nothing to rave about unless something drastic happens.

and something must be done about my finances. after a few spiritflux cds, laruku concert dvd, new shoes, jewellery spree, bag spree, dinner at japanese restaurants, moolah is flowing away. and the coursepacks and textbooks are rather inevitable. in fact, if you added everything I just said up, it should amount to like a whole month's allowance. which sucks. because the above list didn't include food and transport.

oh no lj is cranking up on me again. I should post this. this has been so random, I can't believe it. I don't even know what mood I'm in, actually. my goodness. I just want to finish watching this episode of hana kimi and I'm off to bed. must go for 8am lecture, then manual tutorial registration (I really hope I get it, because I realised that I may not actually survive a 8am-6pm day), then it transfer funds (again. my gosh, but I'm excited about the bag and all) and then off to karaoke! yays!

go sleep, go sleep. so late!

ruki's piercings are cool. (but the display pic is of uruha.) and actually although the upper-ear-cuff-to-earlobe piercing is nice on some people, ruki used a gauge, aka he enlarged the earlobe earhole too much and it's quite sad, really. because it won't grow back.

and I feel like I'm stalking the boy, because he's in the lecture, then when I went to the canteen he was already there, sitting and brooding over his bowl of noodles. (and I mean brooding. you can ask yah mae.) then when I headed for the library and settled down at a computer terminal, he walked past. then when I headed for the library again after lunch and entered perk point, he was already there sitting on the sofa with some friends.

guh.

I believe after a while, the boy doesn't intrigue me anymore. I just think it nice to have another jrock fan around.

that seems to be it.

man. (now if tomorrow we spot him again on the shuttle bus, I shall get the creeps.)

I'm feeling bored. I should continue on with my library books, actually. either that, or study my laj2201. because the notes didn't make sense on the first lecture. partly because it was the first lecture, partly because it was at bleeding 8 in the morning. now the idiot who decided that school days could start at 8am ought to be shot.

flew down to curiocity to meet denise yesterday. I am really sorry to the poor girl, who waited so long. (but then again, there wasn't meant to be spa evaluation. that was supposed to be done on saturday man.) felt wasn't open by the time we got there, but I'm going down tomorrow since I have so much time to spare without crystal. not that crys really makes the difference. it's just that I'd have someone to stone with. oh and so now I've stepped into every nafa campus. fantastic.

so I shall be super productive tomorrow. check out my schedule. 8am lecture, 10am nm2219 movie screening, maybe meet mae and meida for lunch at noon, and then either 1. stick around and do laj and nm, 2. go down to that ulu bk and do my work. and then if there's still time after that I can adjourn to my favourite napping place. then meet ky and gang for dinner. yes I consider such a schedule 'productive'.

annnnnnnnd guess what. my ftp's working.

that means I can upload to nani-kore straight from home! which is what I'm doing now. I don't know what opened up the port, but it's open anyway, and so I'm squeezing everything possible into it right now. after this I'm going to make the 'about' page which I really must, because the credits are all there, and then I'll email mel and tell her that the site's working. yay!

argh the big pictures are a pain to transfer. I meant to go to school to transfer, but then something told me to go try the one in the house again, and see if it works suddenly. and oh boy it did. =) I suppose school would be faster for such mass transfers, but why transfer in school when I can transfer at home? and the moment I'm done with this huge bunch of pictures, I'm pretty much done with uploading until september comes, and I'd upload the august archive page and perhaps update the icons page.

meanwhile, it may be faster to upload my icons in school. haha I'm so glad my icons are on photobucket. my goodness. I realised that for some reason, they're actually bigger than my layout pictures. of course my layout pictures are way fewer in number than the icon numbers, but hey, they're up to 8 times as big in terms of canvas size! and the number of effects I do is bigger in scale, although not as dramatic as the icons. I think a high contrast wallpaper is a pain. totally. I checked back and realised mel is offering 100mb of space, and all the stuff I'm pushing up on the server is 10mb already. my mad icons are already 5.5mb. so if I continue in my iconic madness, the space will be all filled up in no time man.

so now I shall continue to test my site, and hopefully no broken links. make the about page, email her, try finishing despair, iron my clothes. my goodness so many things to do. meanwhile, I continue to listen to 五月天.

just when I finished ranting. the X chromosome reigns on. today we had a bbq at gabriel's house, and samuel, my dear friend of 15 years, decided to organise it and all. how nice, right? somebody to settle all these nitty-gritty things that I'm so lazy to settle. he asked me to help with the purchasing of stuff, in case he misses out anything or something along those lines. he said he'll call his dad to provide transport. so I agreed.

so today I went to meet him at the supermarket to find that
1. he has no shopping list
2. his dad didn't come in the end
3. there was waaaaaaayyyy too many things for us both to carry
4. he was prepared to carry all those things
5. if we couldn't, he was prepared to push the trolley all the way to gab's house

I said, "samuel, you suck."

never mind. I solved that by calling gabriel, and asked if his father were available to pick us up and save us from walking to his place with a trolley. I wasn't going to carry 4 bottles of drinks, 1 bag of charcoal, and a whole lot of meat and whatnots all the way there. no way. since uncle soo nam was in, might as well just try. he's a nice daddy anyway. so he agreed to pick us up. (thank God.) so what was even funnier was when we proceeded to the cashier, we got everything packed into plastic bags and all, and samuel tried paying with cash. to find that

he didn't have enough.

(and I assume, the way he spends money, that his account doesn't have sufficient funds to pay by nets.) so I paid for the stuff and made him just load everything into the trolley.

is this male pride? huh!! I told my sister that I'm running to heartland mall first instead of gab's house because I needed to save sam, but that was meant to be a joke. I ended up really saving him. why he called me instead of gabriel is a mystery, and why he didn't call more people is yet another mystery. how he was actually prepared to push the trolley all the way to gab's house and worrying about the rain (because then it would be really hard to push the trolley along) is a complete mystery.

有りえないつの! some things in life, I don't understand. 全然分からない。don't want to either. anyway he ended up doing most of the cooking and all and so don't just laugh at the poor boy and treat him as a prototype of the Y chromosome. but tsk, anyway, really. (qingqing, I hope he isn't this baka with you!)

there was an article the other day about how girls should stop being damsels in distress if they want guys to treat them like equal human beings, and not an inferior race. I liked the article. but I suppose instead of being xena or something like that, girls can still behave like how the typical girl does, and command decent respect. males and females are made differently, but not unequal to one another. but it doesn't mean that we fight to do the exact same things either. that's pure stupidity and madness.

but what the girls can do, is to stop squealing like little pigs ready for the abattoir, and face certain things with more courage, and eventually, more expertise. while I do believe that men are built with more muscles for work like lifting heavy things and doing certain repair work that requires quite a bit of bull strength, there are other things that don't require all that brawn that girls can and should learn how to do. I don't see why girls should stand there and go 'oh I don't know how to work this thing, machines are manned by guys.' or 'huh how to repair? wait for some guy to come do it.'

after growing up in my little house with 3 ladies and 1 man who wasn't really around for nearly 15 years of my life, I think my sister and I grew up tinkering about the house and we kind of do most of the work around here. my mother is the one who changes the lightbulbs, for crying out loud. sister and I fixed up the scv box too. my sister used to be the only one who knew how to man the vcr. we do modem, computer, printer troubleshooting, and my mum seems to know how to work every washing machine and microwave oven. we yanked the tap filter off ourselves, and we twist wires back where they should be. my dad hasn't a clue what's inside the tool box and what isn't. because he hasn't been home enough for so many years to take stock. and now that my parents suffer from bad eyesight, my sister and I really do a lot of all this stuff.

if we waited for the guys, the cows would come home.

I suppose while the guys should continue to do everything that requires brute strength, the girls aren't doing justice to themselves by giving up on some simple mechanisms and electronics that aren't difficult to handle if you're willing to try. it's not really true that guys know all there is to all these things, and it's not true that girls just don't have a knack for any of such things and should just be disgusted by them and throw them aside and decide that they shall not bother about them.

I can't believe I just wrote a focused post.

yawn.

that's what I get after 2 days of school.

8am lecture + flooded co-op + long bus ride + hanging around with everybody + walking so many stairs + hot weather + cross fac lecture + crazy noisy rockers at the forum = very tired.

but managed to get to orchard to buy shoes and walk about aimlessly. (but forgot to see if that top at heeren is still around. suddenly felt like buying it. there's something in school that compels me to distract myself.) indonesian food from engine does seriously rock. and the canteen has swively swivel chairs! arts canteen is nice and new and rather well ventilated but I swear the stone surfaces are going to murder us all when the rain decides to seriously come.

and I keep seeing dangly earring boy. he is in nm2101, and I spotted him yesterday. fine. but he isn't in it1001. and he was spotted again on the bus back to arts. fantastic. there's something about the boy that catches your attention and intrigues you, but there is something pissifying about him as well. somehow halfway through my first sem I was all ready to throw something at his head.

and xueying's in 2219. and 2201. not that I dislike the girl, but not the right frequency. we'll live. oh li jing's continuing 2201 too. xianwei too, I believe. I think that's him. and haha so is yiwen. yap mae! your favourite girl's coming back! hahahaha oh but chin kai's coming back without his buddy man. the super fierce konbanwa! hahaha

man. 2219 and 2220 are filled with people from 2208. okay not really filled. but enough to go around. there's calvin, cheryl, stephanie, joon yong, sherwin, fransca, arly, zhen ying, aaaaand jengjengjeng

remmy. (better known to myself as the guy who completed the 2208 assignments within the first month of school, has good photoshop and drawing skills, has his own style and cute cartoon characters, plus he's freaking on the dean's list. AGAIN.)

but anyway I shall just go to class normally. in fact I'd better check where on earth my classes are. man lt13 means I need to get there on time. 1 seat is easier to find than 2, but hey I don't like wandering and pandering on the steps looking for a seat I wouldn't mind taking and such. not in an lt like lt13.

and I want to sleep.

so post i-concert and pre school. the days in between.

crashed at sam see's house this afternoon. I don't believe I watched 2 movies at her place. I'm so not the 'chill at people's place to watch movies' sort of person. but I suppose it was so warm and awfully stuffy and so brain dead and tired that I didn't mind.

and last night we laughed half of the hong kong cafe down. totally. 5 girls and a guy. what a joke. I think we were all too high from the i-concert. or rather, from the idea that it's finally seen through, and it's all over. the funniest part was when the ice kachang came. at first 2 bowls came. that was alright, considering there were 6 of us. then the third bowl came. and we could hear the other half of our bunch at the next table go OOOHHHHHH. suddenly they all wanted to join our table. because for some strange reason, the 7 of them actually all decided to share just 1 bowl of ice kachang. but then again, they ordered some iced drinks as well. and their total bill was higher than ours in the end. ahahaha and we just couldn't stop annoying jonathan. and now xinying has decided that aileen and I are mublas. like WHATEVER.

but in any case, i-concert was pretty much a success, besides the screwy sound system. but I think it was enough of a miracle that all the mics got started and all the guitars more or less had sound and all the wireless mics decided to co-exist on stage for the night. roger's knees stopped shaking (finally), james didn't go at some erratic mad speed, and generally it was all okay. apparently fraser's caught some i-concert-ness from us as well. although he's been msning a non-existant line. hahaha.

I was so sleepy today. didn't wake up at all. sister slapped my feet silly at half past eight this morning, to find that I had unconsciously slammed my alarm clock shut and silenced my phone alarm and threw the phone somewhere randomly on my own bed. which is a bad sign in any case.

tomorrow I shall be whiling my last day away, and then go for a movie. so far it seems the vote's on disturbia, which I don't mind at all. and I suppose if crystal thinks it fine, it should be okay (with the exception of potter).

and I should be getting to bed like now. my eyes are closing. and although my sister freaking OWNS a copy of crime and punishment I intend to finish this borrowed copy and throw it back into the library on time. argh this is the 2nd time I'm borrowing something that exists in my own house. first was catch-22, now this. my sister bought it dirt cheap with anna karenina the last time. I thought she only bought anna karenina. didn't know she picked up crime and punishment too.

there's something wrong with my nose. but I'm glad all the eyeliner came out. disgusting thing. I find that to me, if you want to apply makeup, go full force. put so much you look radically different. why not? it has that sort of effect. or face art. that sort of thing. either that, or go without any. it's too hot in singapore to put makeup on a daily basis. unless you need to meet people and you have a face that doesn't seem acceptable sans makeup.

there are days I want to kick people who actually invented some of these things in life that some people deem necessary and essential when they could have been merely supplementary and completely optional. those days are getting fewer. I am ceasing to protest as much as I used to already. there was a time when I was real rebel, who fought against usage of a lot of things, went against whatever everybody thought should be the way, but only because I was being irritating and immature. now I suppose while I need to stand for things that are important, there are many things that I learn to shut up and get on with it.

and I shall sleep. I have ranted on and on randomly and said so much subconsciously.

opening: art drawn by vomit

concert list:
burial applicant
filth in the beauty
hyena
juuyon sai no knife
psychedelic heroine
calm envy
taion
chizuru
gentle lie
ganges ni akai bara
swallowtail on the death valley
nausea & shudder
agony
cockroach
circle of swindler
mob 136 bars

closing: people error

encore:
ride with the rockers
ruder
anti pop
gxtxh
kantou dogeza kumiai
linda ~candydive pinky heaven~

if the list is like that, I'm getting this concert man. look at the names in bold!! fantabulous.

A suicide bomber kills 41 people on a metro car in Moscow. At least 50 people are killed in a car bomb attack on a police recruitment centre south of Baghdad. Simultaneous explosions on rush hour trains in Madrid kill 190 people. Two suicide bombers kill 11 Israeli civilians in Ashdod, Israel. Palestinians protest in the streets after an Israeli helicopter gunship fires a missile at the entourage of Sheikh Ahmed Yassin in Gaza City, killing him and 7 others. Israeli helicopters fire missiles at a convoy of vehicles in the Gaza Strip, killing the Gaza leader of Hamas, Abdel Aziz al-Rantissi. In Iraq, 12 mortars are fired on Abu Ghraib Prison by insurgents; 22 detainees are killed and 92 wounded. A bomb attack occurs in front of Prague's Casino Royal. A series of blasts rocks an opposition party rally in Dhaka, Bangladesh, killing at least 13 people. Two suicide attacks on buses in Beer Sheva, Israel, kill at least 16 people and injure at least 60. Hamas claims responsibility for the attacks. A woman commits a suicide attack near a subway station in northern Moscow, Russia, killing at least 10 people and injuring at least 50. Authorities hold Chechen rebels responsible. A bomb blast outside the Australian embassy in Jakarta, Indonesia, kills 11 and injures up to 100 people. Two car bombs kill at least 16 people and injure dozens more in Baghdad. Suicide bombers detonate 2 bombs at the Red Sea resort of Taba, Egypt, killing 34 people, mainly Israeli tourists and Egyptian workers. In Côte d'Ivoire, National Army bombings kill 9 people, including French UN soldiers. French UN forces retaliate by destroying the National Army's air force. An ETA car bomb injures 31 people at a conference centre in Madrid. A massive suicide bomb blast in central Beirut kills the former Prime Minister of Lebanon Rafik Hariri and at least 15 other people. At least 135 other people are also hurt. Suicide bombers kill more than 30 people in Iraq as Shia Muslims mark Ashura, their holiest day. A suspected suicide bomber in Doha, Qatar kills one person and injures about 12 others. A time bomb explodes in a Muslim shrine in Quetta, southwestern Pakistan, killing at least 29 people and wounding 40. A suicide bomber blows himself up in Cairo's Khan al Khalili market, killing 2 foreign tourists and wounding 17 others. A group called "Islamic Pride Brigades" claims responsibility. In one of the largest insurgent attacks in Iraq, at least 60 people are killed and dozens wounded in a suicide bombing at a Kurdish police recruitment center in Irbil, northern Iraq. Four explosions rock the transport network in London, 3 on the London Underground and 1 on a bus; 56 people die and over 700 are injured. A series of blasts hit a resort town in Egypt.

that's just the explosives. I don't know if hyde was trying to be a miss universe or a bono, but either way, I suppose somebody wasn't very happy about what was blasting the world around him.

a good selection of songs, nonetheless, with extra people running around with flags and incredibly bright stage lightings and weird props, simple costumes. oh and their tracklisting is shown on a flat lcd screen on the floor in front of each member! how unfair. gazette's tracklisting was a piece of paper pasted on the floor man. but laruku has been around for so many years, amassing so much money. they should do something about their performances with all the cash.

the pope robe thing was weird though. in my opinion. and yukihiro should stay behind the drums. it was cool getting them all to sing, really, but that's where it ended.

in conclusion, it was actually a rather weird concert. after watching heavenly tour, light my fire and grand cross conclusion, this is one odd concert of laruku. but still very interesting. when I get the time (and get to blast the music), I will watch this whole concert properly. I didn't really watch it properly today. just listened to the tracks more than anything else.

leaving you with the song of the subject title, hoshizora.

my mp3 player has officially only 2.5gb left inside.

oh dear. it's time to do some major cleaning up. I'm quite sure that some of these tracks are very screwed up, and there are duplicates everywhere. and perhaps I should throw out those pictures I stored in there prior to the arrival of my hdd. that should free up a couple of gb. right.

in case you were wondering, I started with 20 gb (okay fine, 19 plus, because of the operating system).

I really, really, must hop down and get myself another stack of dvds. burn off all these things.

I am still stuck on ouka saki some ni keri. for some strange reason, I recognise asagi. but I suppose if asagi changes his hairstyle, I wouldn't know who the heck he is anymore. but that is of no consequence to me, for I do not collect their pictures. just the music. which is actually good for the band. otherwise they'd end up like kagrra, and alice nine is on their way there. I have a good mind to sweep through the alice nine stuff and leave only what I like behind. the rest, shall end up in the bin. especially now that I have a much clearer idea of what sort of music I listen to, and what sort is really out, and will either stay out of my computer, or get out.

like lmc. they sounded okay at first. now I'm really wondering why they're still inside my computer. I finally got down to getting rid of creature creature though. finally is really the word.

instead of reflecting on my music and computer duties, I should be reading my library books. perhaps it was too ambitious to believe that I would complete crime and punishment in a matter of a week or so. the book is oddly slow to read. the events are alright, but the pages go by so slowly.

in the meantime, no no no changed my mind. I've bitched enough about cors, and nobody needs to hear more bad stories and complaints. in fact, I think that's how my life and responses have toned down. as lilaq's entry went, life is unfair, kill yourself or get over it. since I don't want to die via suicide, get over it then. actually, just get over everything. learning to let go has taken a lot more years than I thought it would, but it's getting easier and easier.

mother told me a tale of a rusty car with rattling parts, tissue and paper bits lining the car, complete with a hungry (and therefore angry) man steering the wheel, and his elderly mother in the backseat, so terribly unsure of the way. the driver refused to slow down, in fear that the car may stall, but because of that he missed the turning, and had to u-turn in the dark. after that his mother couldn't really remember the turning home, and at every turning she was asked if it were the right way. she'd say maybe...no no...next one next one. and when they did go past the right turning, she said maybe...no no...next one...oh my no no that was correct! turn back turn back!

I give up. a house of mould, yellow newspapers and 20 years of dirt. throw in the rusty car and oily pots. gosh.