...was my 1st (and HOPEFULLY, my last) day of disaster. I'm so friggin' screwed today. I had actually thought today I'm having morning tuition~!!!!! After calling my tuitionmate, THEN I realised it was tomorrow!!! To make matters worse, I wasn't the driver...
Why?! O why?!! WHY didn't I follow my instincts to confirm the days last night?! Maybe it was the fact that I was worrying(FOR NO PARTICULAR REASON, I later found out) about having two extra classes in one day; I have another one this evening, THAT I'm very sure!
*Sigh* Guess I have to prepare myself for another earful in the car later... Hope it's not worse than the one before~
Monday, October 13, 2008
Saturday, October 04, 2008
Wow, it's been like ages since I (or anyone) have been updating the blog... I understand that it's the exam, STPM and, if I must add, lazy time of the year. No offence though, people; I'm one of them lazy butts too...
Since I have absolutely NO idea on what to say, I'll just post a story I made for the school magazine. I know it's kinda long, but I hope you enjoy it!
Randal looked at his watch. A quarter pass their meeting time, yet still no sign of her. It was rare of her to be late. Unless, God forbid, something happened to her on the way here. He shook his head. Their meeting place – the park – was not far from her house, and there were already joggers and people walking their dogs. Which brainless idiot would rob someone on a busy day as this?
The same brainless idiot who targets girls who are obviously carrying something worth hundreds. Say, a violin, maybe? After all, she can’t scream for help, can she? After what that cancer did to her years ago…
He froze. Why didn’t he think of that before? He should’ve stuck to his suggestion to practice at her home. But she insisted they do it at the park. “To enhance their concentration on what they’re playing, amid the noise the busy city offers,” was her reason.
As he was considering on what to do, his cellphone vibrated; he had received a message. He opened it, and relief washed over him like cold water when he saw the message’s sender.
Where are you? I can’t see you. She wrote.
At the park, of course. He replied. Where are you? I’ll come to you.
Park entrance, North gate.
True enough, when Randal reached the entrance, there she stood, violin case in hand. Standing beside her was, to his horror, her identical twin sister. She was the first to speak.
“About time. Do you know the meaning of ‘punctuality’? Or you don’t even know such word exists? Do you have any idea how long she has been waiting for you? Twenty minutes!”
“I wasn’t late,” he protested. “I was waiting inside, near the fountain, just like what Saori wrote.”
“Oh, now you want to be Tom Cruise. If I remember correctly, Saori wrote in her letter to meet you at the park’s NORTH GATE, not the park’s FOUNTAIN. Are you a dyslexic or something?”
Her acidic words, as always, left him speechless and guilty. He hung his head low, shoulders stooped, shame coursing through his body like a contagious disease. Then, a hand touched his shoulder gently. He looked up to see a smiling Saori, her cellphone in front of them so that only he could read its contents.
Don’t mind Kaori. She failed her driving exam yesterday. For the second time.
Randal stifled a laugh, resulting a snort. Saori giggled, her sister staring at them in confusion.
Saori and Kaori Hanabusa. He made friends with them when they were in primary school. Despite being twins, their personalities varied greatly; Saori being the soft-spoken, friendly one while Kaori the rough, active one. It was no surprise the latter was protective of the former. Both Randal and Saori had the same dream though; to be well-known violinists. Everyday, after violin class, they would gather at her house to practice. The routine lasted for years, until tragedy struck. At the age of twelve, Saori had a bad sore throat that lasted for weeks. When examined, doctors confirmed she had throat cancer. Surgery was performed immediately. It was successful, but it robbed her of her voice in the process. During that duration, Randal continued practicing at home, visiting Saori after that. Two years later, she was discharged. She continued practicing the violin, her touch haven’t wavered. By then, Randal had already mastered the instrument.
Now, at 21, they were invited to play in a local orchestra. The band had a live performance around the corner, and was suddenly short of two violinists. That was how Randal and Saori ended up at the park, a week before the main event.
***************************************
Generally, the hospital hall was eerily silent, especially at night. That night was suddenly disrupted by a young man’s frantic calls, “Somebody get me a doctor, now!” The door opened, revealing a man and a woman. In the man’s arms was another woman that looked like the other, only her face was ghostly pale.
“I’m a doctor. Explain your situation briefly.”
“It’s Saori. We just finished a live orchestra performance when she fainted. Please do something, doctor! Her body’s cold!”
The doctor in charge examined Saori’s eyes. “This is serious. Nurse! Get a stretcher and take her to the ER. Sir, place her here, easy does it. Now, I want both of you to wait outside.”
***************************************
The doctor-in-charge told them Saori had second stage liver cancer and needed a transplant as soon as possible. Since their parents were on vacation, Kaori volunteered to donate hers. The doctor took her blood to determine whether her liver could be accepted by her sister without difficulties. While waiting for the results, Kaori walked towards a distraught Randal.
“Here, for you,” Kaori handed a crimson-coloured envelope to Randal. “Saori told me to give this letter to you if something ever happened to her. Something about asking you to promise her.”
“Why?” Randal stood up, glaring at her angrily. “Why are you so relaxed when your own sister is about to…die?!” He spat out the last word like it was poison to his tongue.
Without warning, Kaori grabbed his collar and yanked him hard towards her, their face almost touched. Anger flared in her eyes, and, did he saw sadness? Whatever it was, it disappeared behind the fury.
“Is that what you think about Saori? You think she’s too weak to fight this cancer again? I’m disappointed with you, Randal.” Her grip tightened, almost suffocating him. “You think I’m not worried about her? She’s my sister, for Heaven’s sake! How can I not worry?!” She let him go, but not without pushing him first.
“Unlike you, I believe she can pull through. Just like she did nine years ago.” Moments later, the doctor returned and gave her a thumbs up. As the staff prepared her, she called for Randal.
“Do me a favour, will you?”
***************************************
“Hey there. How have you been? Sorry I couldn’t visit you often. You know, work and other stuff. You get my point. Speaking of that, I’m sorry again because I can’t be here for long. Family plans, you know.
It’s been six years since that surgery. For the past few weeks, I never failed to visit your sister. And I never forget to bring her favourite flowers, too, just like I promised you I would. We got married three years later, and in return, she gave me a baby girl. Yes, I named her after you and yes, I’ll cherish both of them. I’ll never disappoint her again like last time, I assure you. Our pay’s quite good, you know?”
As if on cue, he heard footsteps, followed by a little girl’s voice, “Daddy!”
“Hey, Kaori my love,” Randal picked up his daughter. Behind them, Saori looked on serenely. “Shall we go now?” he asked.
“Let’s go! Let’s go!” Kaori chimed. Saori nodded.
After placing the flowers onto Kaori Hanabusa’s tombstone and said a prayer, they took their leave.
Since I have absolutely NO idea on what to say, I'll just post a story I made for the school magazine. I know it's kinda long, but I hope you enjoy it!
Randal looked at his watch. A quarter pass their meeting time, yet still no sign of her. It was rare of her to be late. Unless, God forbid, something happened to her on the way here. He shook his head. Their meeting place – the park – was not far from her house, and there were already joggers and people walking their dogs. Which brainless idiot would rob someone on a busy day as this?
The same brainless idiot who targets girls who are obviously carrying something worth hundreds. Say, a violin, maybe? After all, she can’t scream for help, can she? After what that cancer did to her years ago…
He froze. Why didn’t he think of that before? He should’ve stuck to his suggestion to practice at her home. But she insisted they do it at the park. “To enhance their concentration on what they’re playing, amid the noise the busy city offers,” was her reason.
As he was considering on what to do, his cellphone vibrated; he had received a message. He opened it, and relief washed over him like cold water when he saw the message’s sender.
Where are you? I can’t see you. She wrote.
At the park, of course. He replied. Where are you? I’ll come to you.
Park entrance, North gate.
True enough, when Randal reached the entrance, there she stood, violin case in hand. Standing beside her was, to his horror, her identical twin sister. She was the first to speak.
“About time. Do you know the meaning of ‘punctuality’? Or you don’t even know such word exists? Do you have any idea how long she has been waiting for you? Twenty minutes!”
“I wasn’t late,” he protested. “I was waiting inside, near the fountain, just like what Saori wrote.”
“Oh, now you want to be Tom Cruise. If I remember correctly, Saori wrote in her letter to meet you at the park’s NORTH GATE, not the park’s FOUNTAIN. Are you a dyslexic or something?”
Her acidic words, as always, left him speechless and guilty. He hung his head low, shoulders stooped, shame coursing through his body like a contagious disease. Then, a hand touched his shoulder gently. He looked up to see a smiling Saori, her cellphone in front of them so that only he could read its contents.
Don’t mind Kaori. She failed her driving exam yesterday. For the second time.
Randal stifled a laugh, resulting a snort. Saori giggled, her sister staring at them in confusion.
Saori and Kaori Hanabusa. He made friends with them when they were in primary school. Despite being twins, their personalities varied greatly; Saori being the soft-spoken, friendly one while Kaori the rough, active one. It was no surprise the latter was protective of the former. Both Randal and Saori had the same dream though; to be well-known violinists. Everyday, after violin class, they would gather at her house to practice. The routine lasted for years, until tragedy struck. At the age of twelve, Saori had a bad sore throat that lasted for weeks. When examined, doctors confirmed she had throat cancer. Surgery was performed immediately. It was successful, but it robbed her of her voice in the process. During that duration, Randal continued practicing at home, visiting Saori after that. Two years later, she was discharged. She continued practicing the violin, her touch haven’t wavered. By then, Randal had already mastered the instrument.
Now, at 21, they were invited to play in a local orchestra. The band had a live performance around the corner, and was suddenly short of two violinists. That was how Randal and Saori ended up at the park, a week before the main event.
***************************************
Generally, the hospital hall was eerily silent, especially at night. That night was suddenly disrupted by a young man’s frantic calls, “Somebody get me a doctor, now!” The door opened, revealing a man and a woman. In the man’s arms was another woman that looked like the other, only her face was ghostly pale.
“I’m a doctor. Explain your situation briefly.”
“It’s Saori. We just finished a live orchestra performance when she fainted. Please do something, doctor! Her body’s cold!”
The doctor in charge examined Saori’s eyes. “This is serious. Nurse! Get a stretcher and take her to the ER. Sir, place her here, easy does it. Now, I want both of you to wait outside.”
***************************************
The doctor-in-charge told them Saori had second stage liver cancer and needed a transplant as soon as possible. Since their parents were on vacation, Kaori volunteered to donate hers. The doctor took her blood to determine whether her liver could be accepted by her sister without difficulties. While waiting for the results, Kaori walked towards a distraught Randal.
“Here, for you,” Kaori handed a crimson-coloured envelope to Randal. “Saori told me to give this letter to you if something ever happened to her. Something about asking you to promise her.”
“Why?” Randal stood up, glaring at her angrily. “Why are you so relaxed when your own sister is about to…die?!” He spat out the last word like it was poison to his tongue.
Without warning, Kaori grabbed his collar and yanked him hard towards her, their face almost touched. Anger flared in her eyes, and, did he saw sadness? Whatever it was, it disappeared behind the fury.
“Is that what you think about Saori? You think she’s too weak to fight this cancer again? I’m disappointed with you, Randal.” Her grip tightened, almost suffocating him. “You think I’m not worried about her? She’s my sister, for Heaven’s sake! How can I not worry?!” She let him go, but not without pushing him first.
“Unlike you, I believe she can pull through. Just like she did nine years ago.” Moments later, the doctor returned and gave her a thumbs up. As the staff prepared her, she called for Randal.
“Do me a favour, will you?”
***************************************
“Hey there. How have you been? Sorry I couldn’t visit you often. You know, work and other stuff. You get my point. Speaking of that, I’m sorry again because I can’t be here for long. Family plans, you know.
It’s been six years since that surgery. For the past few weeks, I never failed to visit your sister. And I never forget to bring her favourite flowers, too, just like I promised you I would. We got married three years later, and in return, she gave me a baby girl. Yes, I named her after you and yes, I’ll cherish both of them. I’ll never disappoint her again like last time, I assure you. Our pay’s quite good, you know?”
As if on cue, he heard footsteps, followed by a little girl’s voice, “Daddy!”
“Hey, Kaori my love,” Randal picked up his daughter. Behind them, Saori looked on serenely. “Shall we go now?” he asked.
“Let’s go! Let’s go!” Kaori chimed. Saori nodded.
After placing the flowers onto Kaori Hanabusa’s tombstone and said a prayer, they took their leave.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Don't kill the blog! :(
Hi guys,
How's everyone?
Thought I'd update since I haven't done so in ages (years?). It'll be short (have work to do :( ) but it's better than nothing, right?
Well, it's week 10 of sem 2, my last week of uni before the long-awaited mid-term break (yay!). We get two weeks off and then go back to uni for 3 weeks before we have our final exams. It's really silly how we have the mid term break only after 10 weeks. Everyone's pretty much suffering from a burnout by now...
This sem has been hectic to say the least. At one point I had like 5 assignments due and 2 exams in the space of 2 weeks. Didn't think I would survive! Really glad that's over...
Anyway, I'm working on a lego robotics project at the moment. It's pretty fun.. I feel like a kid again, playing with Lego :). I have to get it to navigate through a maze. It's not working just yet but hopefully it will. I have to give a seminar about it too. Not looking forward to that... But I'm not half as bad at presenting as I was in school anymore, thankfully. Haha. Like seriously, how bad was I? o_o
Ok, I gotta get back to working on my Physics assignment now. Is anyone doing Physics? Special Relativity is so hard to get your head around! It's such a cool concept though. Here's a bit of trivia for ya.. Did you know that time slows down for objects moving close to the speed of light? Physics is seriously awesome :).
Hmm I think I shall end my post with some random pics of stuff
This is a tiny google streetview image of the house I'm living in... I get to move on campus next sem. Can't wait!
Canberra centre... The biggest mall around here. It's not too bad although it's nowhere as big as 1U and midvalley.
Uni Avenue during winter. I love how hauntingly beautiful the bare winter trees look... I'm not a very good photographer. The picture doesn't quite do them justice.
And this is Amy, the baby I live with. She's about 18 months old and learning how to talk :).
Yea, that's it for now..
Don't kill the blog kl!
Emz
Friday, September 19, 2008
Copy - Pasting
Young King Arthur was ambushed and imprisoned by the monarch of a neighboring kingdom. The monarch could have killed him but was moved by Arthur's youth and ideals. So, the monarch offered him his freedom, as long as he could answer a very difficult question. Arthur would have a year to figure out the answer and, if after a year, he still had no answer, he would be put to death.
The question was: What do women really want?
Such a question would perplex even the most knowledgeable man, And to young Arthur, it seemed an impossible query. But, since it was better than death, He accepted the monarch's proposition to have an answer by year's end. He returned to his kingdom and began to poll everyone: The princess, the priests, the wise men, and even the court jester. He spoke with everyone, but no one could give him a satisfactory answer.
Many people advised him to consult the old witch, For only she would have the answer. But the price would be high as the witch was famous through out the kingdom for the exorbitant prices she charged. The last day of the year arrived and Arthur had no choice but to talk to the witch. She agreed to answer the question, but he would have to agree to her price first. The old witch wanted to marry Sir Lancelot, The most noble of the Knights of the Round Table, And Arthur's closest friend! Young Arthur was horrified.
She was hunch-backed and hideous, had only one tooth, Smelled like sewage, made obscene noises, etc. He had never encountered such a repugnant creature in all his life. He refused to force his friend to marry her and endure such a terrible burden,but Lancelot, having learnt of the proposal, spoke with Arthur. He said nothing was too big of a sacrifice compared to Arthur's life. And the Round Table. Hence, a wedding was proclaimed and the witch answered.
Arthur's question thus: 'What a woman really wants?' She said, 'Is to be in charge of her own life.'Everyone in the kingdom instantly knew that the witch had uttered a great truth. And that Arthur's life would be spared. And so it was. The neighboring monarch granted Arthur his freedom. And Lancelot and the witch had a wonderful wedding. The honeymoon hour approached and, Lancelot, steeling himself for a horrific
experience, entered the bedroom but, what a sight awaited him. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen lay before him on the bed.
The astounded Lancelot asked what had happened. The beauty replied that since he had been so kind to her when she appeared as a witch, She would henceforth be her horrible and deformed self only half the time. And the beautiful maiden the other half.
Which would you prefer? She asked him. 'Beautiful during the day ..... or at night?'Lancelot pondered the predicament. During the day he could have a beautiful woman to show off to his friends, but at night, in the privacy of his castle, an old witch! Or, Would he prefer having a hideous witch during the day? But by night a beautiful woman for him to share his thoughts, intimate moments with?
What would YOUR choice be?
What Lancelot chose, is given below:
Noble Lancelot, knowing the answer the witch gave Arthur to his question, He said that he would allow HER to make the choice herself. Upon hearing this, she announced that she would be beautiful all the time. Because, he had respected her enough to let her be in charge of her own life.
Now... what is the moral to this story?
1) There is witch in every woman no matter how beautiful she is!
2) If you don't let a woman have her own way, things are going to get ugly.
So, always remember:
IT'S EITHER 'HER WAY' OR IT'S 'NO WAY' !!!
The question was: What do women really want?
Such a question would perplex even the most knowledgeable man, And to young Arthur, it seemed an impossible query. But, since it was better than death, He accepted the monarch's proposition to have an answer by year's end. He returned to his kingdom and began to poll everyone: The princess, the priests, the wise men, and even the court jester. He spoke with everyone, but no one could give him a satisfactory answer.
Many people advised him to consult the old witch, For only she would have the answer. But the price would be high as the witch was famous through out the kingdom for the exorbitant prices she charged. The last day of the year arrived and Arthur had no choice but to talk to the witch. She agreed to answer the question, but he would have to agree to her price first. The old witch wanted to marry Sir Lancelot, The most noble of the Knights of the Round Table, And Arthur's closest friend! Young Arthur was horrified.
She was hunch-backed and hideous, had only one tooth, Smelled like sewage, made obscene noises, etc. He had never encountered such a repugnant creature in all his life. He refused to force his friend to marry her and endure such a terrible burden,but Lancelot, having learnt of the proposal, spoke with Arthur. He said nothing was too big of a sacrifice compared to Arthur's life. And the Round Table. Hence, a wedding was proclaimed and the witch answered.
Arthur's question thus: 'What a woman really wants?' She said, 'Is to be in charge of her own life.'Everyone in the kingdom instantly knew that the witch had uttered a great truth. And that Arthur's life would be spared. And so it was. The neighboring monarch granted Arthur his freedom. And Lancelot and the witch had a wonderful wedding. The honeymoon hour approached and, Lancelot, steeling himself for a horrific
experience, entered the bedroom but, what a sight awaited him. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen lay before him on the bed.
The astounded Lancelot asked what had happened. The beauty replied that since he had been so kind to her when she appeared as a witch, She would henceforth be her horrible and deformed self only half the time. And the beautiful maiden the other half.
Which would you prefer? She asked him. 'Beautiful during the day ..... or at night?'Lancelot pondered the predicament. During the day he could have a beautiful woman to show off to his friends, but at night, in the privacy of his castle, an old witch! Or, Would he prefer having a hideous witch during the day? But by night a beautiful woman for him to share his thoughts, intimate moments with?
What would YOUR choice be?
What Lancelot chose, is given below:
Noble Lancelot, knowing the answer the witch gave Arthur to his question, He said that he would allow HER to make the choice herself. Upon hearing this, she announced that she would be beautiful all the time. Because, he had respected her enough to let her be in charge of her own life.
Now... what is the moral to this story?
1) There is witch in every woman no matter how beautiful she is!
2) If you don't let a woman have her own way, things are going to get ugly.
So, always remember:
IT'S EITHER 'HER WAY' OR IT'S 'NO WAY' !!!
Thursday, September 11, 2008
well... what now?
sigh... the feeling of finality is closing in...
its been 2 years since we parted and so many of us are now gone.
US, Australia, India... not just the overseas people are distant now.
even those closer to home have become almost strangers - the man on the street you say "hi" just to be polite.
*sigh*
so.... what now? where do we go from here? do we let our bond fall apart like sand through our fingers...? personally... i dunno. it was a hell of a good 2 years i spent with you guys...and some even more than that.
making friends, losing friends...
*sigh*
.......................~What Now?~.............................
its been 2 years since we parted and so many of us are now gone.
US, Australia, India... not just the overseas people are distant now.
even those closer to home have become almost strangers - the man on the street you say "hi" just to be polite.
*sigh*
so.... what now? where do we go from here? do we let our bond fall apart like sand through our fingers...? personally... i dunno. it was a hell of a good 2 years i spent with you guys...and some even more than that.
making friends, losing friends...
*sigh*
.......................~What Now?~.............................
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