like how did that happen. and I'm too lazy to run through all the stuff I did for the past 5 days properly, so here's a simple breakdown. wah as if I'm calculating costs man.

oh and crys I've participated in yet another spree before the year closed. another 11.20 gone.

ANYWAY.
26th-27th: bummed at home. okay I cleared my table. happy? yes. at least mother is much happier. because now I can see my table proper (more or less) and yes there's space to do work on. plus I filed all my school stuff. and I think I need some more files. my goodness. I need a file for my bible study material! they're piling up man.

28th: was supposed to meet mae before meeting the rest, but that didn't happen. so I went with aileen to moses' shop! she made 2 notebooks. I didn't do anything because I wasn't in a very good mood and didn't want to make disasters when I wasn't too happy with the world and suffering from no inspiration.

after that I went to meet mae and crystal for dinner. no meida because she was lazy. but we went to meet meida and jolyn at timbre. I was telling aileen it was my turn to go to timbre. and actually I've always learnt that word as tum-ber, and not tim-ber. no idea. lazy to check the IPA guide. whatever. got home late and my dad was like UH someone getting home later and later these days ahh...

29th: crazy day. went to get my pumps from the seller at sengkang at 3, then flew down to vivo to meet jinx and bought my shorts, then flew back to tanah merah to eat with crys and vicks. my sister said wah you touring singapore ah. but the pumps are nice (but very evidently cheapo), my shorts are nice too (and it's a good deal) plus the food at simpang was good too. and there was seriously something about the place that reminded me of jb. seriously.

today: nasty day of dust and paint fumes. I'm glad the church renovations are ending. my goodness. I'm pretty sure all the church office staff are more than happy. the dust is immense. oh plus the auditorium toilets have been completed! so we no longer have to run downstairs to use the toilets. my goodness. I pity the guys these couple of months, because they had to use the mobile toilet on the first floor. but at least now that construction office is cleared, the cranes are gone, the toilets are in working condition, with the right gender pasted on the outside (yes we converted the male toilets for a while), the paint is more or less done, the lift doesn't have wooden planks for walls anymore.

I'm kinda tired. but I feel like watching just ONE episode of the prisoner. just one. teehee.

tomorrow I meet another 経済学生. my goodness. (please, no serene tan gossip.)

merry, merry christmas.

actually, to the christian, everyday is christmas. everyday is christmas, good friday and resurrection sunday. yay.

what a christmas eve I've had though. now I understand the true meaning of braving the crowds. you must be really brave to get through one. it takes courage, determination and perseverance to do this man. I went through bugis today and nearly died. but ran into yanqing and michelle and revived a little. but because all three of us looked like we went through a war zone and yanqing looked shell shocked, we went to seek refuge at mos burger and stoned for a while.

and more philip dick after all. more more more.

okay now I'm going on a shopping rant. I seldom do this so I'm going to bomb here. actually there isn't much to bomb. I was just skulking about today, looking at stuff while looking for a belt for my dad. don't ask about that. it's a long story. but anyway I'm so annoyed with the prices of clothings in singapore. I still don't understand why dresses are more often than not, above 100 bucks. and most aren't even like maxi dresses or made of good material. many are simply longer tunics. and some people wear tunics as dresses anyway, right crystal? haha. and then the sale is driving everybody mad. you know I like the idea of sales, when stuff goes cheap and all, but the people make it so unpleasant. argh. that's why I so want to stay away from all these places during this time of the year as much as I can, otherwise I'll go cuckoo or something. I had such a headache walking through the crowd.

but besides that. there was a nice shirt dress I spotted, plus a nice pair of shorts with adjustable length but they're both going for like more than 50. fantastic. the shirt dress was going at 10% off, I think, but guess what, 10% is pretty pathetic still. OH but those shoes I saw at topshop with denise? the price seems to have slashed already. and there's a black version of them! the dark silver is still cool though. but I couldn't find the gold pair that denise was trying on. anyhow, it's slashed from 84 bucks to 53 now. still sucks.

then kino was such a mess, I stepped in, and then decided to step out. it was way too messy. in fact, I stepped in and out of pretty strange shops today. I think all the sales people who bothered probably thought I was looking for somebody instead of something. because I'd step in, look about to see if there are belts, then if there aren't any, or they aren't the type I'm looking for, I step right out. then actually the grey denim skirt at s&k looked nice, but the fitting room queue was too amazing, and my head was going to burst. so I stepped out again. but I think they probably had one of the best belts my dad would go for. except the buckle's a tad odd. whatever.

and I want to sleep. it's awfully late. so awfully late. and yes denise, I hope my clothes come faster. I really do. it's so annoying to wait and wait. to the point where I don't always remember exactly what I ordered anymore even. my goodness.

sleep. nemurihime wa nemukunatta. nemuritaiiiii~~~

that was imprinted on all the chairs back at st. andrew's village. or rather, the chairs in the hall we used. we were using the building that was called the Diocese of Singapore, so there was a stenciled DOS on every chair that belonged to that place.

and I thought of somebody.

and it's been some time since we talked. I've watched 2 episodes of the prisoner. rover freaks me out. I will never look at weather balloons the same way ever again. they may come rolling towards me and squish me half to death.

wikipedia says patrick mcgoohan was approached to play james bond back then. roger moore got it instead. then it dawned upon me. that's the exact impression I got of mcgoohan. so james bondish. that style and look, that is. but as the prisoner, of course his gadgets are limited. never mind the women. my goodness.

I'm sleepy. tomorrow will be a long day. I should go sleep. pack my stuff and off to lalaland.

lalaland. now that brings to mind someone else; someone I only say happy birthday to now.

懐かしいな、あの時。

I got half my catharsis session. so next is to complete it by going with my sister. =) although I don't know how we're going to sing all the laruku and gackt and luna sea and x japan we know. she's going to sing also all the do as infinity, bump of chicken and amuro namie she knows. while I'm going to sing all the dir en grey, onitsuka chihiro and hamasaki ayumi I know. and if we're mad enough, we will go on with all the smap and kinki kids and arashi we know.

we will perish this way. it'll take us 10 hours in there.

but who cares. went for karaoke with jinxiepoo, nori-nore and kia ying, or just kia as jinx calls her. and we should have had more nori. goodness knows how old that extra 10cents per packet seaweed was. I looked at jinx's face and was like er, rubber desu ka? hahaha but it was fun yesterday. and I've never had to fend off so many johnny fans at one time. with jinx leading the COME TO OSAKA campaign with the kanjani boys, kia and news to SHOCK ME and even nore and kat-tun had me LOST. almost completely. and samurai love attack (which was obviously chosen to cause trauma to me) is written by anchang. I nearly died.

and at least it isn't as smelly as the old apollo centre one. gosh last time when my sis and I went there, we had to take turns standing under a hand dryer because the heat got rid of some of the cigarette smell from our hair. plus I had my formidable aloe vera deodorant spray. but it wasn't as bad as the place I went to with meida mae and crystal at east coast park. omg that was so awful. crys and I smelled like smokers when we got out of the place. I felt so sorry for all the passengers on board the same bus as me.

speaking of crystal. woman do you have house? or anywhere I can watch it with minimal hassle (besides tv because I don't have that channel on scv). caught some at aileen's place (gosh she's a tv junkie too) and seems fun. although yes it's another super doctor show but I suppose partly it's the way you film such a typical plot that makes the difference.

I'm so tired and lethargic today. and so bored of everything possible on the computer. somehow. the william golding book is killing me with that mid 20th century writing style. not that the story isn't moving, but it's taking too long. perhaps we're the instant generation in more things than food and technology. drat even books aren't spared. especially after the philip dick book. that moved so fast you're like oh what huh and you turn back the pages. this book makes me turn back the pages too, but not because I wasn't sure of what was happening, but I needed to remember what happened before his long unnecessary ramble. yes the language remains beautiful but there's a limit to it.

nothing more to say.

EDIT: finally completed the first episode of The Prisoner. boy is it WEIRD. weirder and weirder, and you really really want number six to get out of there but there's always that sinking notion that he's not going to make it. and everybody's fake. this is worse than the truman show.

I am so sure it is. after hours of gluing and painting, something must have gone into my brain and killed some part of it. and tomorrow I return to glue and perhaps paint some more. and aileen owns a potent marker pen. I smell it like a metre away. I think jinx would love it. maybe I should buy one for jinx. or not. in case she smells it and goes to the nether world. I know! jinx you can give it to the econs students you want to destroy. I know there are a few you wish to, so as to screw the bell curve a little more your way. =)

in sad news, gackt's doggie just passed away. which is SO SAD. she was so cute. but boy was she old. she'd apparently been around for 9 years already. that's long. but then again, we've been watching gackt since 1999, and that in itself was like nearly 8 years ago. it's still so sad anyway.

I'm still waiting for my jinkaku radio.

oh besides that. the time has passed already, but happy birthday crystal. and we decided against the cheese cake because my mother looked like she was going to die when I told her the size of it. and she insisted half cake is UGLY therefore DO NOT WANT. sigh.

jinkaku radio done! time to sleep. so tired. more brain damage tomorrow.

oyasumi.

that was on the little canopy at the entrance to bellini room, and inscribed on many of the glass walls of the interior. I looked at it and could only smile. after all, besides bringing champagne to mind, it brings to mind, well,

uruha.

who is still gazette's whore, in my opinion. or at least he dresses befitting of one. and my next layout is D's whore, ruiza. amazing pictures of them found. amazing. with hidezou in this weird kimono outfit, tsunehito in this jui inspired shorts (that means there aren't side seams -- the pants are held together by a shoelace down the sides and I seriously haven't a clue if they wear underwear), and omg ruiza.

can somebody tell me what possesses a man to wear a leather bodice, a long sleeved leopard print (yes you read that right) half jacket, and this skirt thingy with leg warmers? I can't really explain the skirt. it's like this multi-tiered black skirt, but the uppermost layer is leopard print (same as the half jacket) and the slit is really high so you can see the leg warmers.

like omg ruiza. (like why does a guy need a corset.)

ANYWAY. uhm, bought another bag. my sister exclaimed that she doesn't know why I can buy so many freaking bags when she doesn't see any nice ones. come to think of it, I do have so many freaking bags. but they are bags for different occasions. there are days I carry less, days I carry a lot of stuff, days I dress nicer, days I dress down. well yes I could carry a bag regardless of whether it matches, but I think it's nice to have bags for different occasions. I'm trying to do that with my footwear but it doesn't seem to work as well. it isn't so bad now, I have proper pumps and nice slippers at the very least now.

for some strange reason I miss jinxiepoooo. she's going to start running (because I'm wringing her dryyy).

that was random. oh gosh it's past midnight. I should go sleep. so tired from trampling around today. not to mention the stupid rain. no no first I forgot my phone, so I walked back from the next bus stop to get it. then bellini room was so dark. (oh and my my the lights were purple. uruha!!) but yes I bought my little bag. then we proceeded to clarke quay, and it was still pouring when we got there. then we wandered around a bit looking for the place. then there wasn't much there. but karen bought something. well so did I. this jangly mess of a bracelet. after that we adjourned to macs, but the nearest one was at chinatown point (and we couldn't believe that central didn't have one), so we walked our way there. halfway, it began to rain AGAIN. sheesh. but at least it didn't rain on the way home.

and philip dick's book is beginning to rock. but I think this is the last interesting book that the library carries. well okay I could go read mr futurist (I think that's the title) and dr bloodmoney. but it's so much philip dick. and I'm still eyeing neuromancer. BOTHER I must go watch the prisoner. I should tell deming, it's not that nobody else is interested in the serial, it's just that I think an entire bunch of people didn't even do those readings, because they were outside the text, or they didn't bother about that part of the reading since it was in this grey box which means it's extra information that's usually not necessary. which is true. it isn't, and wasn't necessary. but it's fun anyway.

and I still haven't watched boku imo. neither have I opened that comic that I bought from kino. for that matter, neither have I used the handphone pouch I bought from kino either. my money is flushing away this semester in incredible amounts. but oddly enough, I'm still not going as broke as I did last sem, despite definitely using a lot this sem. what did I do last sem man. must have eaten hell lot. otherwise I don't see what purchases I could have made to eat so much away.

perhaps it's good to keep a budgeting book like jinx does. but it's so much trouble. wail I'm just lazy and ill disciplined.

sleep.

everyone is asking me out man. haha. or at least, I've been going out like every single day after camp. even on monday itself I went out.

and now I want to listen to jinkaku radio. naoki is preeeety.

dr pepper sucks. yukiko-chan, you cheated us all.

karaoke next week! very exciting. time to practice!

start clearing the table tomorrow. otherwise my mother will say I live in the computer again.

this post isn't getting anywhere.

back to photoshop. (because miniclip games bored me.)

indeed I do. I live after this entire crazy year of activity. of spirit flux, of 2 semesters, of sf retreat. plooey what a year. I won't talk much about the retreat itself, because there's too much to talk about. but I think I'm terribly glad it all turned out okay, I'm tired but it's really okay. we didn't have fights, we didn't have huge quarrels, we had a pretty good turnout, we had some new lovely people with us for the first time, we had cute little 12 year olds, and we had fun, we learnt stuff, we grew up. some of them grew up. really they did. and it's so nice to know they did. I remember some of them were restless, didn't want to say more than the most generic of lessons and applications, and now they're willing to have more self control and willing to learn and listen and think about their lives. lovely.

the theme special traumatised a lot of the older ones more than the younger ones really, in my opinion. but I'm glad it touched some of their hearts and that they understood the pain of the crucifixion. that they realised that emblem of suffering and shame. and who it was all for. and while sam and I already knew what was going to happen, we couldn't help but feel for the poor boys who were going up to take the punishment for them all.

it was a good retreat, and my last one with them. jon asked me to sign on but I was like nuh uh. ahahaha. I'm still tired from going out these few days after camp, and I think I ought to sleep. and so sleep I will.

神様、本当にありがとう。

there isn't much to write. or at least I don't think anything I'm going to write is of any interest to anybody. not even to myself, for some. I shall do some reporting then.

1. I am on the verge of buying myself new earphones. after plugging my old ones into my sister's laptop and assuring myself that it's my earphones that are old and deteriorating and NOT my ears, I'm so getting new ones. I strongly believe my current pair has reduced the volume by at least a third. according to my sister's lappie, however, it seems to have cut the volume to only 25% remaining. which is BAD.

2. the spreer hasn't replied me. RAWR. if she doesn't reply by tuesday I will flip, somehow.

3. I am still considering stripey shawls. they look potentially cutee. yeah that's all I'm attracted to.

4. putting my player on shuffle seemed a disaster at first, but I realised my player's quite good at playing songs I like. and it's played a few songs that I didn't really bother/know about because it was in the huge stash of discographies, and I like them! cool.

5. kiku has translated aishitenai. finally, something NOT hentai.

6. I fell down again this morning. I have a strange affinity with the drain outside my house. my falling experiences have a few common points. first that drain, secondly stairs, thirdly my right leg. ugh. no nothing to do with slippery slippers nor rainy days, weirdly enough. sucks.

7. 2 episodes of The Prisoner have completed. so exciting. so after the 'xams I will watch
- the 3 hour spring special of music station (yes it was in october and I STILL HAVE NOT WATCHED IT)
- gazette's MRD (like OMG it finished yesterday while I was at rehearsal so exciting exciting!)
- hanakimi special (the ones where they play games. yes yes so long already still haven't watch)
- whatever I have completed of The Prisoner by then
- boku imo. SQUEE matsujun. oops.

8. I am so sure aileen is going to end up staying over at my place to rush christmas presents. hey let's rope xy and my sister in. haha since we're officially more or less the wingtai gang. (plus they has more more moolah. oops.)

I need to sleep. I am not to keep up this sleep routine for retreat. no way. so I shall sleep. yay.

have I ever told you how much I luuurrvvveee to sleep? hahaha

shyte, I think I'm catching something from the people around me. I've been sneezing a little more than usual, plus my mum's sick AGAIN (like after getting well er, 3 days ago?) and jinghui was sniffling today. and my nose is feeling a squee bit stuffy now and that sucks. I don't want to be sick. not now. nooooooo.

and actually my eyes are falling out onto the keyboard and so I don't really know why I'm typing away here. fine, I'm waiting for my hair to dry. my eyes are going to fall out. so I should add a 瞳さん、落ちないでください。snort.

also, I declare nm2220 one of the most ridiculous modules I've ever done. I'm tired of listing. I think mabel and I can form the full list of crap they've done, and it's simply hard to believe that till the exam itself, they're still screwing up. it's simply amazing. and I wonder why cynthia didn't come today. oh and crys, they didn't ask what's cynthia's favourite colours. AHAHA.

yasu picks weird covers to do for his singles.

oops no relation. I'm still waiting for my cartoon kattun to finish because hyde and ken appearing on ANY show is a joke. ANY SHOW. matthew's, pusuma, even music station itself. it's hilarious. the two of them are SO OLD and still SO KIDDO. but as my sister and I concluded, if yoshiki, the old man of jrock, is still well, like that, then everyone else who's younger is therefore forgiven.

YASU IT IS REALLY A WEIRD SONG.

I am using too much caps lock tonight. I don't know why either. I think I should sleep. I must go sleep. I must go study 2219. ACKS. I think this semester I have gone crazy studying. I have never, bloody studied so hard in my life. my goodness. as in I'm taking so much time to really look at my books, stare at my notes, read ALL my freaking readings, highlight them, make notes out of them

OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M DOING THIS.

correction. I can't believe I did this. and I am still doing on for 2219. trying to surge on in my attempts to memorise my entire semester's readings in like 4 days flat. and I've actually mentally spanked myself to do work. I usually fall asleep on all my notes. and this time I'm like slapping myself to move my ass and study. my goodness.

and if this doesn't work, and I see another 3 b minuses AGAIN, I shall freaking SCREAM.

because then I don't know what will work anymore. I am a utilitarian teleologist, at the end of the day.

HANA SAN stop sneezing.

it's a sign. stop listening to yasu. go to bed. but the song is growing on meee. and despite it being titled aishitenai, which means I don't love you, the pv seems to show a little otherwise. but whatever, right? I will wait for kiku to translate it. hiaks.

OYASUMINASAI.