No different

Nothing's changed. It ain't no different from when u weren't here.

I'm sinking lower and lower into depression. Everything just feel so bleak. The stress of studies piling up and the pressure from my mom to succeed. Only in her terms, success is when u beat everyone else in class and come up top. Sure, she says no that's not true and that I should just try my very best, but honestly, when is my best ever good enough for her?

I think I better stop now. I'm feeling ultra cranky. Ciao.

Capital Punishment

I'm supposed to be researching for tomorrow's debate about capital punishment, aka the death penalty. I've kinda read some stuff on this controversial issue, but seriously, I have no idea where I stand on this particular topic.

On the one hand, I feel that it should be legal because u have these sicko freaks whose main aim in life is to cause people terror and harm in this world, and probably the only way to stop them from doing such insane acts is to either sentence them to life imprisonment or death.

However, with a life sentence, there's always a possibility of the psycho escaping (If u watch Prison Break, u'd know what I mean.). Plus, the government has to use resources to keep these animals locked up. And how does the government get these resources? By taxing the people heavily. Is that fair, I ask u? How'd u like to see 10% of ur hard-earned money funding a serial killer's jail cell, food and clothes?

On the other hand, I feel that the death penalty should be allowed to continue. I mean, a life for a life. However, I also think it should only be legalised if it's done in an ethical manner that does not overstep basic human rights. Basically, what I mean is that, if a prisoner is sentenced to death, then the sentence should be carried out in a manner that does not make him suffer too much or be humiliated in any way.

I'm so sleepy. Well, it's off to do more research. So boring.

Irony

Define irony.

Bunch of idiots dancing on a plane to a song made famous by a band that died in a plane crash.

I found that pretty funny. If anyone's interested, it's from Con Air, starring Nicholas Cage. His accent in that movie's pretty damn hilarious too.

Today was pretty boring. Economics in the afternoon. Enough said.

Tomorrow, I'm gonna go with my A Level friends to the airport. The twins are going home to Malaysia and Yu Yi's heading back to China. I'm really gonna miss u guys!!!

Gotta go do some research for debate in English on Thursday.

"The Death Penalty". Legal or illegal?

Thoughts are more than welcome.

A few simple words

Haven't been updating for some time now. Been busy. Ok, fine, who am I kidding? I'm just lazy to. Here's a quickie update:

On Friday after school, we went out with my IELTS English teacher to Trafalgar Tavern for a couple drinks, followed by dinner at Noodletime. He's going to France for a vacation soon. Lucky!

My teacher, that ridiculous hat courtesy of Adil.

Some of the guys. Don't know what the devil they're up to.

On Saturday, I just rotted at home, watching lousy videos on youtube. Let's see now. Final Destination 1, 2 and 3, Saw 1 and 2 and Sky High. The Saw movies are utterly gruesome and gory. Oh, the sick mind of a deluded psychopath! Yuck. Then the twins came over and we hung out in my Turkish friend's room with another Malaysian girl.

Sunday was spent shopping with friends. It was superb! Sales everywhere! I bought a long-sleeved blue off shoulder top with the slogan "I Love British Boys With Bad Habits" at Selfridges. Lol. Also got a green cardigan from Dorothy Perkins. Pity the shops close so early on Sundays. I could have spent more time in the stores. :)

After that, we went to Greenwich Park to take photos (cos Michelle and Melissa are leaving. Damn! I'm gonna miss u guys so much!)

Siew Hua, Melissa and Michelle. (All don't wanna move closer. Tsk. Haha.)

Siew Hua, me and Melissa.

Me and Siew Hua. (I have shitty hair.)

I look horrendous in the other photos, so u guys will never get to see them ever. Hah.

So there u go. Updated.

Just those few simple words make me feel a thousand times better. Can't wait for u to be back.

Butterflies

That does it. Life truly is ironic.

My parents are both accountants, and I totally suck at accounts.

Well, hopefully it's cos this is my first lesson. I really need to work hard on this damn subject. It's tough.

Today was a little boring. Me and a few of the other girls went to Greenwich Park to hang out and chat after school. The sun was nice and bright, so I took the opportunity to tan myself a little. I think I'm a little darker. Maybe.

My wishlist:
-Burberry London perfume (on sale! 25 freakin' pounds!)
-L'Oreal lipgloss
-Rimmel liquid eyeliner
-Dorothy Perkins clothes
-Topshop bag

Now all I need is rob a bank without receiving the perks of a jail cell and my wishes will come true! (Hah.)

I'm thinking of rewarding myself with just the perfume for doing well last term. And not going shopping at all. Must ponder 'bout that a little bit longer.

I've been watching Charmed on youtube. Man, I wish I had Phoebe's power of premonition. Gosh, it would be so cool to have powers like that. To quote Stephen Lynch (comedian), "Kids! If u could be a superhero, who would u be?" So, what powers would u absolutely love to have?

4 more days. Butterflies the size of triceratops are fluttering around inside my stomach. Actually, more like stomping around. Sigh.

Life's short... Cherish it...

Veronica Mars is very cool. This show seems more real to me cos the actors aren't as pretty or good-looking than those in other teenybopper shows. Look at Charmed, One Tree Hill, Smallville, Gilmore Girls, just to name a few. Ok, so Veronica Mars is hot as a 17 year old Nancy Drew. But the other characters aren't that amazing.

Ok, this post is long overdue actually. Finally, the Nickelback video Savin' Me!





I suggest watching the video first. Otherwise nothing u read in this post will make any sense at all. Once again, thanks to Ed for recommending this video and providing some blog fodder.

Reason why this video made quite an impact on me, apart from the fact that this song is pretty cool, is that the concept behind this video is rather interesting.

As u have seen, the guy talking on his cellphone (let's call him C) is saved from being crushed by a bus by a weird looking guy in a brown trenchcoat. After that, things start to go weird for C. Next thing he knows, he sees these countdown thingies on top of people's heads. If I were him, hell, I'd freak too. It's like being in that Michael J. Fox movie, The Frighteners. I mean, what if u went out one day, happy and busy with ur day's schedule, and u're saved by a good samaritian on the street, figuring that that was probably the biggest thing that would happen to u that day, and then boom! u're suddenly seeing funny countdowns above people's heads? U'd probably think u've gone nuts.

I think the saddest part was when the emergency personnel rushed into a building and wheeled an old lady into the ambulance. C watches, still filled with confusion as he struggles with this new reality of seeing things other people obviously couldn't see. As the old woman's timer counts down, her eyes finally close as the timer hits zero.

C walks along. He spots an African-American lady sitting by the fountain and stops to look at her. She turns around to smile at him, and (this part is so sweet) there's a countdown at her tummy too. Get it? She's pregnant!

Ok, so C goes along his merry way, bewildered by his new ability to see those countdown timers. He spots a lady who's obviously in a hurry (as so many people are) and watches as she goes to her car. The timer over her head reads 2 seconds. C rushes over to her and pulls out of harm's way as a huge piece of construction falls from the sky and turns the woman's car into a pile of scrap metal. Shocked (and probably thankful), she stares at her crushed car and turns to look at her saviour and suddenly, she's staggered to see countdown thingies on top of peoples' heads.

It's like u only realise how precious life is after u have a near-death experience. In the video, I guess it was represented by those countdown timers. I guess the lesson to learn here is that u have to recognise how short life is and u have to cherish it, every second of it.

I found a new show to watch on youtube. Veronica Mars. I've never actually heard of it before, but it's pretty cool. I strongly suggest watching it. I don't know, maybe it helps that it was created by Rob Thomas? (the singer? Like I said, I don't know.)

Anyways, school's started again. New term, new me. Somehow it's just not so much of a "Wow!" for me. My timetable this term is pretty ok. I've got English 3, which basically consists of debates, extended essays and presentations.

Translation? More research that'll kill a gazillion more of my brain cells.

My eyes are about to pop out of my head already.

Cue smarmy teacher's voice. "Remember, kids, always rest ur eyes after 45 minutes of staring at the computer screen!"

I need a healthier diet. I'm growing fat and putting on weight. Sure, I'm not fat or overweight, but hell yeah, I'm going to if I don't watch what I eat.

From tomorrow onwards, no more chocolates, fizzy drinks or meals after 10pm.

Hmph.

Missing You

Everytime I think of you

I always catch my breath

I'm still standing here

And you're miles away

And I wonder why you left me

And there's a storm that's raging through my frozen heart tonight

I hear your name in certain circles

And it always makes me smile

I spend my time just thinkin' about you

And it's almost driving me wild

But it's my heart that's breakin' down this long distance line tonight

-Tyler Hilton-

How true. The exact words I feel.

School starts again tomorrow. Sigh. Believe me, there ain't no joy when u're not here. Oh wells.

Renewed Confidence

I am so proud of myself! I took public transport in London all by me onesy!

Ok, fine, it's no damn big deal, but still.

I feel renewed vigour in me, a new confidence. Here's to a new me!

On the downside, I did feel quite empty and a bit sad today. Guess I'm still missing u.

Anyways, I went out with my mom's friend and her family today. So I took the tube down to Waterloo Station where their apartment is. The 3 girls, Shan Ni, Ju Lin and Delaine, are so sweet and nice. The eldest daughter, Shan Ni, is getting married in 2 weeks time! They invited me, but unfortunately, I gotta be here and the wedding's gonna be back in Singapore. Damn it! I love weddings! Hmph.

We had lunch at a dim sum restaurant in Chinatown, after which I went shopping along Covent Garden with the bride-to-be and her mom. We went to Karen Miller, where she bought a beautiful red dress for her bachelorette party. I didn't manage to get a picture of her in the dress, but here are some photos I took whilst she was trying on dresses. (I was pretty bored in that store cos everything was super-duper expensive.)

My favourite shoes! Converse! Old ones already. I need new shoes.

How bout these? Cool, huh! I just love those cute wedges!

Nice clothes, albeit expensive ones.

See their ceiling? So nice! Ok, I'm being moronic.

We then headed back to the apartment and I watched a couple of episodes of Charmed, Season 8, with Ju Lin. That new witch, played by that girl who played Bridgette in 8 Simple Rules for Dating My Teenage Daughter, is so beautiful and hot. Alyssa Milano too. Mm.

See? SO HOT!

Gimme Alyssa Milano any day.

Eventually I stayed for dinner which Aunty Yang Hia cooked. Yum! It's been ages since I had a decent homecooked meal to eat. I finally left at about 9pm only.

Ok, I'm smelly and stinky and tired. Gotta go hit the showers and plonk down on my fluffy soft white pillows, and it's off to La La Land for me!

Tata!

Sappy

I've just spent all night watching feel good, happy ending movies on youtube. Let's see, Princess Diaries 2, She's the Man, Ice Princess. Yeah, that's about right.

In other words, sappy.

Basically I just love to torture myself. Everyone in those movies ends up with the one they like/love. Always happy endings.

So much for not moping anymore, huh? Sorry, I'm just feeling bitter and in a fucking bad mood.

Well, I'm going out for lunch tomorrow with my mom's friends. Will be nice to see a couple of familiar faces. It's been terrible having to smile and pretend that everything's ok when they're not. Ugh, I hate myself sometimes! Sometimes I feel my life is all just a big lie. It's like a theatre everytime I walk out into public. U know, with the thick makeup or a mask to cover up my flaws and insecurities.

Don't mind me. I'm babbling incoherently again.

Oh, look. Scary Movie!

Ta.

Only

I'm a miserable S.O.B.

To take my mind off things, I now turn to comfort food.

Chocolate.

Doritos Chips.

More chocolate.

Haagen Daaz vanilla ice cream.

Chocolate chip cookies.

Even more chocolate.

I'm contemplating whether to blog about the Nickelback music video today.

Nah. Not in the mood now. Maybe later tonight.

Just wanna put up my results which I got today. At least they're good.

Means that something else bad is gonna come my way. (Someone once told me that bad things come in threes.) So since the scare of him going with that mustard with a b counts as number 1, and him actually going back to his home and ditching our plan for Cambridge and leaving without a fucking word counts as a big fat number 2, then I guess I'm in for a huge number 3 to come along.

But u guys don't wanna hear that, do ya? So I'll just cut right to the chase.

English 2 - 89%
IT - 100% (Yes, ur eyes are fine. I thought mine were cock-eyed too when I saw this figure.)
British Culture - 91%
Economics 1 - 70% (YEAH!!! *pumps fist in air*)

I wonder what he got? Not that I'm a busybody or what, but I'd really like to know what grade he got for Economics, seeing as how I tutored him and all. Sort of.

I have got to stop moping. It's not healthy. After all, he'll be back in just a week.

It's only 7 days.

168 hours.

10, 080 minutes.

604, 800 seconds.

All to be spent without him.

Only.

Second Place?

I'm feeling down and low and my heart's in an indescribable tangle right now.

I went with my classmate to watch The Da Vinci Code at the cinema today. Man, this is the first time I've gone to the movies and there're only 4 other people there other than me. The theatre was almost completely empty! Geez!

The movie isn't as good as the book. I suppose u can't put the entire book into 3 hours, but still all the nice parts just weren't there. I mean, the important parts are in the movie. Obviously, it was Hollywood-ised to death. All-star cast. Tom Hanks, Audrey Tatou, Alfred Molina, Ian McKellen, Paul Bettany. Audrey Tatou, who plays Sophie Neveu, is so beautiful. This was a good casting. Paul Bettany plays the albino monk, Silas, but seriously, he looks too good for people to believe that he's a crazed, overzealous Opus Dei killer. Too handsome. And Ian McKellen as Sir Leigh Teabing? One word: WRONG. Just wrong! He was great as Gandalf in Lord of The Rings, and probably would be perfect as Dumbledore in Harry Potter, but here? There just wasn't any real good vibe to be felt.



I feel like breaking down and sobbing my heart out. He's gone back to his home for a week. Gone! Without a damn word! Hmph. It's not so much the fact that he left. It's the way he left. And it fucking hurts like hell.

Am I second place in your heart after all?

We'll just wait till next Saturday, then. Can't wait for your return.

God, I'm a pathetic mess.

Wired

Last night was spent at my friends' house. A couple beers, bottle of vodka, a couple bottles of Smirnoff Ice. Ah, pure bliss.

Unfortunately, bliss always comes with a downside that is the hangover. Everything's just a tad too bright, too loud and too irritating.

Laundry day's here too. I've been so busy I haven't done my laundry for 2 weeks. I only realised this when I discoverd I was running out of clothes. My wardrobe started to look really bare.

PMS's a bitch. Sometimes I truly hate being a girl.

But other times not. :)

Man, oh, man. I'm so wired by the news I got today that I feel like bouncing around like a happy little Tigger.

Can't wait for Cambridge. It's gonna be fucking great. I can feel it.

Don't screw it up for me.

Need For a Miracle Worker

Finally! Economics exam came and went! Yes! Holidays!

Well, at least for about 5 days, including the weekend.

Central London, here I come!

Anyways, I went to bed at 4 am last night, after studying in his room. He came over to wake me up at 7am, as he promised. Although I'd already woken up cos of my alarm clock. :)

So we studied together again until he wanted to go have breakfast. I was thinking, u're gonna ditch me now, aren't ya? But the exact opposite happened. U r such a sweetie.

The exam went great. The essay questions that came out were exactly as I predicted! Yes! Hope I get a really good grade for this paper.

Well, actually my class had planned to have a barbeque over at the house today in the evening. So we went to Deptford to get the stuff for the barbeque.

When we were walking back to school, this negro woman walking past looked at my baby and said, "Hi, handsome."

WHAT THE FUCKING HELL?!

HELLO, BITCH!

NOT JUST ANY HANDSOME OK?!

MY HANDSOME!!!

Definitely not YOUR handsome!!!

Luckily something else caught our attention as we walked along Deptford back to residence. Some Chinese/Vietnamese guy (I think he was passing out flyers or something.) was beaten up by 2 punks. I think they stole something from him. The poor guy's nose was bleeding like hell. My god. It was pretty scary. Lucky I was with 2 guys. Felt safer.

I was looking forward so much to the party! But of all fucking things, the weather just had to take a turn for the worse and a huge thunderstorm ensued. Fucking hell.

But he was like, never mind, no barbeque, I'll cook for u now.

AWESOME.

I'm floating in a little love bubble.

I received some really bad news today, though. Darnacles. All thanks to that bloody mustard with a b. Just when I thought me and him were gaining a little speed on our relationship.

Whatever we are.

Actually, I really don't know exactly what or where we are. Are we just friends? Are we more than friends? Are we dating? Or are u just taking advantage of me, using me for studies only?

See, this is the problem when u think to much. This is my weakness. I'm a worrier.

So anyways, hopefully the bad news I heard today isn't gonna happen anyway. Perhaps Cambridge will be more appealing to u? :)

I'm praying for a miracle.

The Story Of A Girl Called L

Just indulge me as I rant a little. It's been ages since I've done that, seeing as how I've been really happy the past week. But today, something happened that made me shocked, stunned, pissed off and FUCKING MAD. And because this is MY blog, let's just assume I'm right about the whole thing.

First off...

FUCK U FUCK U FUCK U FUCK U FUCK U FUCK U FUCK U FUCK U!!!!!!!

Ahem. Now that THAT'S outta my system, let's begin.

There's this girl that's been pissing me off. No, not that girl that I disliked at first. I still don't like her that much, but now another one. Now this girl, let's just call her L.

Now L's been going through a really tough time, missing home and her family. Perfectly understandable, seeing as how I had that lag in my spirit during a certain period too.

Then all of sudden, one fine day, L breaks down in class, mascara streaming down her face. I felt really sorry for her, and being the fucking soft hearted person I am, I went to her and asked her if everything was ok. (ME & MY FUCKING BIG-ASS MOUTH.)

Tears came. More mascara went. L confided in me that she couldn't cope with the stress (really? there's stress over here?!) of the work and that everything was just piling up and that she wanted to quit school. Obviously, I was supposed to tell her, "No, come on, just stick it out! It's only for a couple months more!" So I did. And I asked her the reason why she couldn't cope.

It's a real winner, her reason is.

She bawled that she did not listen in class, nor did she attempt to do her homework in her room and all she did was watch pplive (some online tv thing).

FUCKING HELL. THEN WAT THE FUCK DO U EXPECT?!

So I said, "Look, now that u know that's the problem, u should work hard in your room." L nodded and solemnly promised me that day that she would do her work properly and diligently. And so that was that.

The very next day, I checked in with her again to see how she was doing with her "incredibly HUGE mountain of work". "Oh no! Yesterday pplive came out with a new drama and I was watching it the whole time and I didn't do anything!"

Now, how the fuck do u expect me actually wanna help her? It's like she's just taking advantage of me! NO FUCKING WAY I'M GONNA LET THAT HAPPEN.

Now, L started to cling to me endlessly. (So u good hearted people out there, listen up. This is what u get when u're nice to people.) I really don't mind helping people out. But I REALLY LOATHE it when these people are fucking bloodsuckers, who when u give them an inch, they take whatever the hell they want.

L starts asking me for my opinion on everything. EVERYTHING. Does her essay look ok? Does her IT database look fine? Ok, I can take it.

But tonight. TONIGHT! It's FUCKING UNACCEPTABLE!!!!!

I was happily studying with a certain someone and we paused for dinner. He went off to the cafeteria. L called me with a pitiful plea for help. I was trying to distance myself from her, so I told her I may not be able to help her. She insulted me in chinese that I only helped people that I liked and that I wouldn't even help a friend. WHAT THE FUCK.

So I decided, what the hell, fine I'll fucking help u. So I SACRIFICED MY DINNERTIME TO FUCKING TEACH HER. I should be hailed "Saint Cheryl".

I helped her. Basically, this meant that I did all the fucking dirty work whilst she just sat there and nodded her stupid ass head like a Jack-In-The -Box.

I really hate to share my hard-earned knowledge with people who don't deserve it.

Anyways, she kinda redeemed herself by going with me to the shop across the street. (I ran out of food in my room.)

Like I said, give her an inch, and she'll grab whatever she wants.

So we return to the residence and we see him. Now she knows I had planned to study with him in his room. We take the lift up all together back to our rooms. Now I had already finished helping her with the essay plans. So I say to her in Chinese when the lift stops on her floor, "Bye." Then she looks at me (incredulously, no less!) and says in Chinese, "What, so we're finished?" And I'm thinking, EH, WHAT THE FUCK LA, I HELP U SO MUCH ALREADY LA. GET THE FUCK OUT AND FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONE. But instead, I say, "Oh, yeah. I already finished explaining to u."

Then that fucking bitch starts talking in English! What a fucking lowdown trick! So he, being the gentleman he is, says, "U can join us if u want." She perks up a little, then takes a look at my face, which by this point of time was already black as thunder, and says, "Oh, no." and flounces out the lift.

To emphasize, BITCH.

So I'm happily back in his room studying, and I had no dinner right? So he was so nice to cook me some curry, which was delicious. About 2 hours in, my perfect dream of a night was shattered by my Jimmy Eat World ringtone.

FUCK. It's L! Fucking run for the hills!

But no. I pick up the damn phone.

"Hey can u help me with some stuff? I really don't understand!" she wails into my ear.

Hell, do it urself, u bitch. Who asked u not to pay attention in class? Serves u fucking right.

"Oh sure! What's up?" I say in a creepily chirpy voice which I'm positively sure is not actually mine.

"I come up and ask u now ok?"

Before I can answer, she hangs up. In my mind, my jaw is hanging wide open and a vein in throbbing in the temple of my head.

Again, FUCKING BITCH.

So she comes. And first thing she asks me is, "Hey are u still studying in his room?"

And I say, Hell yeah!

She gives me this weird look. The next part is FUCKING UNBELIEVABLE.

She flopped her way in and sat down! I figure, ok, u're gonna ask ur fucking questions and then vamoose.

BUT NO.

She's still fucking sitting in the room on her fat ass. And I've been getting fucking pissed off by the minute.

Not only is she flirting with him (SO OBVIOUSLY!), she keeps interrupting my revision every few minutes with some inane question that she would evidently be able to answer had she actually read the fucking notes our teacher gave us.

I wanna stab my eyes out. Everytime I see her flirting with him, making those fucking cutesy eyes at him. ARGH.

Ok. I'm spent. Now back to more revision.

More later.

Happy Girl :D

2 more days till the bells toll my grim and gruesome death.

Yes, the frightful Economics exam.

But then again, freedom will be gained too!

Die. I haven't really started studying yet. Ugh. In fact, I actually just woke up from a 4 hour nap, tired as I was after returning from Lewisham.

I had my IELTS test today. We had to take the bus to Lee Green, Lewisham. The weather was horrendously hot and stuffy, like being back home in Singapore. Lucky there was a slight breeze in the air. Sitting for the test brought back memories of O Levels. Haha! The big hall, air-conditioned, rows of seats, the answer sheet where u have to shade the little boxes. (I forgot the name of that paper. Haha.)

Anyways the duration of the test dragged on throughout the day, with the speaking last of all. My given time was at 5pm. My darling friends waited for me! So sweet! I love them for that.

Whilst we were waiting for the last person in the group, I had such a super great time chatting with u as we stretched out and relaxed under the setting sun. I am so glad that u called me back to sit with u on the grass. I was actually half wishing that when I was walking back to the steps that u would. And u did! Yay!

I'm a very happy girl. :)

Ooh, barbeque on Tuesday at the house! Woo-hoo!

Baby Steps

It's been a super boring day. Although yesterday was awesomely fun and crazy. :)

I'm into u so much more. And that makes it really hard for me to deal with the fact that in just under 3 months, we're gonna go separate ways. Fuck.

Anyways, a quickie update.

Wednesday afternoon was spent looking for pictures for my British Culture 2000 word essay. On Thursday, I had to rush down to Greenwich Village to get it printed out cos the stupid school didn't allow us to use the colour printers. What the shit, right? It cost me a fucking 11.55 pounds for a couple of colour printed pages. After that, I accompanied some of the guys from my class to Deptford to get their essays printed out during my lunch break. Lunch was fun, not to mention yummy! U're a great cook. Afternoon class was a little of a drag. Boring shit, economics.

My night was great though. I got to hang out with u again! Granted, it was with a couple of friends, but still. Although it was a little boring in the beginning, what with the studying. I am a little disappointed though. Oh wells. The night did end rather abruptly though, but it was great to meet some of your friends.

Baby steps we're taking here.

It's late and I have a fucking IELTS (International English Testing System) test early tomorrow morning. I'm considering whether or not to go to bed.

The Evil Day

Exams are just around the corner and I'm tired, and I know I promised to blog about that Nickelback music video, but today's post is such a tempting subject to write about.

Some say today is supposed to be Judgement Day for us. Well, seeing as how the earth didn't split apart and swallow us whole, and I am warm and contented with fried chicken and chocolate brownies swimming gleefully in my tummy, I'd say Judgement Day's passed us over.

Well, as u all know, today is the 6th of June, 2006. This effectively translates numerically into: 06/06/06. We'll never get this day again. And I'm glad I can say that I lived in the time of the day that had the devil's number.

Take out the zeros and what'dya get?

Yup.

666.

The Number of the Beast. Apparently, this number is mentioned in the Book of Revelation in the New Testament. And so I got out my faithful little bible and flipped to Revalations 13:16-18. And it's fucking true!

He causes all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and slave, to receive a mark on their right hand or on their foreheads, And that no one may buy or sell except one who has the mark or the name of the beast, or the number of his name. Here is wisdom. Let him who has understanding calculate the number of the beast, for it is the number of a man: His number is 666.

Fucking scary man. I felt the hairs on the crook of my neck stand when I read those words.
Supposedly, today is supposed to be the birth of the Antichrist. Hell, I'm no believer, but it does get a tad creepy, especially with this new movie that opens today.

The Omen.

Man, horror movies with little kids in them are the best and the worse. Best cos they're effective to their name. Really horrifically frightening. Worse cos they scare me to hell. Metaphorically speaking. I am in no particular hurry to go on a permanent holiday in the devil's kingdom.

The kid acting in this remake of the 1976 movie is super scary. Damn, the makeup team is superb. But it's not just that. It's the kid's eyes. The way they look at u. Shivers run down my spine. And they had to put that damn poster up on the noticeboard in school where I walk past everytime. I swear, the eyes of that kid follow u. Ok, fine, I'm exaggerating.

I'm such a wuss. I'm so curious about this movie but I'm scared to go watch it. What the fuck, right?

It doesn't help that the story of the movie is set in a place near London either.

Anyways, I did summon up the courage to Google it on the Internet and I watched a couple of the clips. Scary shit, man. Julia Stiles acts as the Anti-Christ's mother. There was one scene where they showed the Anti-Christ, supposedly in his true form, garbed in a blood-red cloak and the face is like a skeleton's, only more ghastly. It looked kinda familiar.

Oh wait, I remember where I've seen that face before.

Scary Movie.

Only that ghoul wore a black cloak instead of a scarlet one.

It's almost hilarious.

Well, only a few more hours before "the evil day", as my friend put it so eloquently, is over. Nothing happened much actually. I mean, for a supposedly "evil" day, it's been pretty mild. Unless u count my English teacher going all berserk on us, I'd say today's been pretty much the same as the rest of the days. Except the weather got warmer today. Oh no! It's the sign that the Devil's around! Everybody run for the nearest church! Come to think of it, the animals I saw today when I walked to Greenwich Village in the evening to pick up some groceries at Marks and Spencer did seem a little sketchy. Huh.

I'm not afraid.

My bible's just happens to be sitting near me. That's all.

Blues

I'm really sleepy and tired right now, so I'm gonna leave the entry about Nickelback to another time. Promise I'll write about that soon. Ed, if u're reading this, thanks for showing me the music video and providing some really substantial blog fodder.

I guess u're right, Meiying. Who wants to give their heart to someone when they're gonna be apart in 3 months time? Sigh. Pity I didn't realise that soon enough to stop from hurting.

Exams are in a week's time. Coursework's due this week. Presentations gotta be given in 4 days.

I have a nasty taste in my mouth.

Anybody got the song 'Blues' by Switchfoot? It's a beautiful song.

Exam fears

The terror is mounting. Something dark and sinister lurks around the corner, waiting, waiting to jump out and consume us in a single fell swoop. The looming darkness grows larger everyday. In just a moment, it'll hit us without warning. Silently and swiftly it will come, and without knowing, it'll be gone too. Just like that, we'll fall painfully. Fear. A word we should be very familiar with by now.

Guess what this horror is?

That's right.

Exams.

Ok, so I suck at this.

But seriously, I am so afraid for my exams this term. It's been a short term, a really short one, so the syllabus is rushed, to the point where we might not be able to even finish it. There's a ton of coursework this term too, and I don't know if I can score well for that. Sigh. I really must study. I haven't been doing much of that lately.

Sleep is my enemy. A trip to the grocery store for coffee is imperative.

Great day

Well, ok. It did rain today. But not metaphorically, ya know?

Today was great! The buffet lunch was a little too much but still it was nice to hang out together. Although maybe u just treat me as a friend. I don't know. Sigh. Please let it not be that only.

Aside from that, I played my first game of basketball in a long, long time. Yippee! It was damn fun.

I am so tired. My body is aching all over. (That's what u get when u don't exercise for ages on end.)

Ok, nighty-night all.