s t a r m | s t March 30th, 2004
These quizzes are really interesting!
ROMANTIC ONE. The really most important thing for you is that he is romantic.
You love to get love letters, red roses and be in a romantic atmosphere. He
must make you think that you are the most beautiful of all. When he is romantic,
he has got you in his hands. When he tells you all that he feels for you, you are
devoted to him. At this point you are easy to be tempt. Your heart is soft and pure
and you would never cheat as long as you love your partner. But if he cheats you,
you will not hide your feelings and will show how much he hurt you,
because you trust him and never thought he could do this to you.
~The ultimate love test
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s t a r m | s t March 29th, 2004
Stolen from the other half’s blog
Heart of Glass
What is Your Heart REALLY Made of?
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s t a r m | s t March 26th, 2004
As usual, I pulled the drapes apart and pushed all four window panes wide open upon smelling the trace of the coming rain. The wind came in billowy waves, filling my room with a fresh, clean ‘it-gonna-rain’ scent. After standing by the window for five minutes, waiting for the sight of the slanted sheets, the rhythm of the falling rain did come. And I realised something interesting has occured right in front of my eyes.
Across my windows, I have a view of the carpark and beyond. And the rain is falling in the further half of the carpark, and beyond. My half of the carpark is totally dry and untouched except for the streams of rivulets on the ground that trickle over from the further half. The carpark is divided in a straight line between the rainy side and the dry side, as if an invisible wall is present. And it has been this way for the past twenty minutes.
It seems surreal. As if I am immersed in the rain, yet not quite. As if I am involved in the mystical phenomenon, yet kept out of it to prevent the moving picture from being ruined. On the outside, looking in.
It’s beautiful.
s t a r m | s t March 25th, 2004
Just as I thought things couldn’t get any worse, my laptop decided to fall sick on me.
It was functioning beautifully all day on Monday in school during the LMS meeting. But the trouble started when I clicked on my IE and it transported me to a blank page with a webname full of jumbled up words and symbols. The only word I could understand there was ‘porn’ and no, I do not surf porn. To my horror, about 10 pop-ups appeared all over the screen and I had to manually close them, one by one. For a wild moment, I had this thought that one of my groupmates pulled a Punk’d on me.
I dissolved the thought almost immediately and went to Internet options to fix it, marveling at my ingenuity of problem-solving.
It was short-lived though. The following morning saw me panicking when windows after windows of nonsense kept popping up my screen before I could even blink. Upon reaching the desktop screen, my laptop would inform me that some random Ink/Exe files were not available. So I dutifully clicked on the ‘ok’ button (which is the only button I could click on anyway) to clear that window up before I start scanning my laptop for virus. But no, I didn’t get anywhere, cos when one window disappear, another would come up, and another, and another, and another. So all I could do was to press ‘ok’ some 50 over times before the virus gleefully inform me that I have performed a fatal operation and that I need to startup again. Wonderful.
The anti-virus couldn’t detect anything wrong, my IT-savvy friends couldn’t help much, and precious seconds were ticking by. So I attempted to patch up my poor laptop as best as I could, and continue with my work. Whatever that attacked my laptop really tested my patience, brought up the frustration level and caused me sleepless nights. Urgh.
The only solution that came up was to reformat my laptop, so reformatting here I come. Sobsob.
s t a r m | s t March 21st, 2004
A crisis occured after getting news from Ms Ho that our LMS major was on the wrong track and that we had to start all over again for the literature review, which we have originally completed.
So we trudged down to the National Library on a bright, cheery-turned-sour Sunday afternoon with our heavy 3.2kg laptops and reference books for an emergency meeting. As if it weren’t bad enough that I have no social life to speak of, my IS2 teacher smsed me to complain about my absence from class and that only TWO students turned up for class. laughs. The enthusiasm for SL class is visibly waning.
Evening saw us heading to Meimei’s place for an in-depth discussion which continued into the night. As usual, Meimei’s other half was nice and thoughtful enough to buy food and drinks for us when he made his way down to her place. When my other half called me on my handphone, Meimei’s boyfriend peered over curiously and exclaimed comically “Hey! I’m calling you~”, inducing laughter from those who heard it. Talk about a guy with a sense of humour.
Oh, Happy Birthday, TMM. Goodness, you are getting really old… Must try harder to behave your age ok? 
s t a r m | s t March 19th, 2004
Got infected with the flu virus which immobilized me for two long days, producing a very bored and cranky me. And the other half was not spared from it as well, compliments of yours truly. Ahem. Yesh, the evil me decided to do the ‘if I can’t have fun, neither can you’ routine. Oops.
What got me feeling really down was that I had to give TMM’s birthday BBQ at Aquarius By The Park a miss due to the sickening flu. Been such a long time since anyone held a BBQ and I’ve been looking forward to this one; the fun, the food, the sabotage, the chilling out.
So while the rest of the people enjoy their chicken wings and marshmallows and chilling by the pool, here I am, stuck at home with a runny nose and groggy head, typing this entry. So much for having fun. Urgh.
s t a r m | s t March 17th, 2004
Mime lesson was fun!
Two volunteers from HI theatre came down to sadeaf to teach us the basics of mime; using our imagination, maintaining eye contact and being conscious of our body language and facial expression. It was, indeed, an eye-opener and a very useful workshop.
Things got really interesting when we were told to stand in a circle, and each of us were supposed to step inside the circle, miming a character which is of a certain theme, and then freezing in that position. So we did, stepping in one by one to continue the story left off by the last person. And when the last person stepped in, we realised that we have created a still picture of sorts; a tableau. Fascinating.
Several themes were experimented to stretch our imagination, by which one was of a witch’s magic room; double, double, toil and trouble; fire burn and cauldron bubble. Round about the cauldron go; In the poisoned entrails throw. Toad, that under cold stone, Days and nights has thirty-one. Sweltered venom sleeping got, boil thou first i’ the charmed pot. When MangO and Hina stepped in to imitate prisoners tied up by the witches, inspiration struck Handoko and he created himself as a torturer whipping them. All of us burst out laughing and the laughter intensified when Eugene jumped into the circle excitedly, wolf-whistling at the two girls in such an exaggerated and comic way, destroying the dark, scary image we were supposed to project.
Absolutely hilarious.
s t a r m | s t March 15th, 2004
If I should meet thee
after long years,
How should I greet thee?
with silence and tears
Happy birthday, Ralph Lauren, may you find the right path to walk in soon..
s t a r m | s t March 13th, 2004
Went to celebrate PS’ 22nd birthday at Marche after terp workshop today. Was quite uncomfortable as I felt awkward and out of place there. The girls seemed rather cold towards me, and when they smile, it seemed very forced. Oh well, perhaps the frequency was a bit off, or maybe I’m just oversensitive. Thank goodness for the presence of Bliss mei and her other half, Cake.
After months of waiting, Bliss mei finally met the other half, who was having dinner at Marche as well, with Percusso, Rich and Big Eyes. Said he seemed bashful, and the ‘fu qi xiang’ topic came up again. And the two guys (Cake and the other half) took an almost instant liking to each other. In a totally platonic way of course. Ahem. Talk about guy bonding.
I really should be studying for my IS2 exam for tomorrow, but all I want to do now is to s.l.e.e.p… Ahh, I shall heed other people’s advice and heck the revision; just go down tomorrow and be done with it. Slumberland beckons~
s t a r m | s t March 11th, 2004
Happy 24th Birthday, Gene!
Now stop slacking, mj-ing, drinking and sleeping your life away down under!
