Windows Live Writer

Yeah, at the moment I am not on the blogger webpage, I'm just typing my good ol' post by the programme named above... It's really cool, it actually saves you time, and it's rather simple to use too =)

You know, someone told me today that I contradict myself... Well, I suppose I do, but then if I didn't it'll be too easy to read into what I think wouldn't it? =P And 'sides, it's not hard to tell what I'm being honest about, it kinda follows a pattern, if anyone's smart enough to spot it =P

Can't think of anything more to say, it's just a random post anyway... Cool... This porgramme's rather good...

Small talk...

Have you read kennysia's small talk for I'm-not-sure-when? it goes...

Short Talk:

I love it how The Star have so much puns in their headlines. In response to the Thai sex worker boom in Kelantan, one headline went: "Hard to go after prostitutes, say authorities"

Hahaha, that was good...

Did the how un-Malaysian quiz by kennysia as well... it's link? http://www.kennysia.com/archives/2006/08/how_unmalaysian.php
It was quite funny I must say... except that I'm 70% un-Malaysian... and that comes as a suprise... I especially didn't like him saying I was as un-Malaysian as Guy Sebastian... ugh... no thanks...

I even did the one by The Star Online, since it was kindly hyperlinked by Kenny, and I was given something like 25% Malaysian or something, another really low number... *sigh* Guess I'm not meant to be that Malaysian after all...

Poetry.com?

Apparently, there is a website on poems that helps you rhyme words to create your poem... Personally I think that is really dumb... If you wanted to write a poem, you shouldn't need to find words that rhyme, just use your intuition... Plus, who ever said that every poem had to rhyme? Unless it was a sonnet of course... Heh, and somehow kiwis seem to think of poem-writing as emo... I find that personally amusing... in that case I must be emo... somewhat...

I wrote a poem as an accompaniment to my short story, you know, like how some books have little poems in between... I kinda filched the idea from Kubo Tite's (mangaka of Bleach) red and white poem... although his was more of the similar traits between red and white; ie, blood and bone, solitude and silence... etc etc etc... mine was more tailored to my story, to do with contrasting white and black, or light and dark... I planned to have a counterpart to the story, like a part 2, with a poem starting with black, but that was lame... so I scrapped it... I also rewrote my story, yay! Fixed coveration irregularities staring me in the eye, and added more mythologically vague references that seem to intrigue everyone, myself included... I guess no one actually noticed them, although they were there, like the seven towers, the gates of pearl, so on and so forth... Also made it less obscure, as it could have meant a whole host of things before... Someone remarked to me that it could have been about the reincarnation of someone... Wow, completely unexpected... >.<

Anyway, this is the poem I wrote... it's a little on the emo side because of black and white imagery... Should I have used pearl instead of ivory at the start? Hmm.... Here goes...

White like ivory
Black like jet
White like life
Black like death
White like solace
Black like succour
White like reverie
Black like slumber
White like the purity of the blameless
Black like the sins of the past
White like slow, unforgiving ash
Black like fast, unyielding mire
Even so that within the harsh light
Was ever the absolute darkness

Well, perhaps I should stop writing crap and start studying... Ciaoz~

Life's a whirlwind...

And I'm lucky enough to be caught splat in the middle of it... School's got drama, I tell you, if you pay attention... It's interesting to watch people do reenactments of the OC for you, with different people, and different twists to each resolution... I think I'm seriously starting to lose it...

School exams starting next Thurs, and somehow I don't think I'm going to do too well for this one... It's just a sense of foreboding you get, like the calm before a storm... I feel so unmotivated to do it, even though I have just about every single one there is, such as the fact that its my forecast results for uni... But still, it sometimes feels so pointless... We go about our daily lives, trying to redefine our identities with acts, placing on multiple layers of fascades, all to advance ourselves through life... And what does it bring us? Nothing more than the fruits of our labour: more labour... Life is ironic in a twisted way... But we still find enjoyment in its pointlessness... Perhaps I really do think too much... Is it really a gift to be so? I think not.

On a lighter note, I went to Auckland Uni's open day on Sat, gosh it was more fun than I thought... I saw this really pretty chick at the Fine Arts lecture (yes, she was really fine); but I didn't get to say anything more to her, because I left early for another mini-lecture... Sigh... on hindsight, I should have talked to her at least... Oh well... tabula rasa... And then I was talking to Sam bout it, some 7th former ^^, and we were walking along the Engineering block. Walking in front of us was some random chick from uni who was kinda like a tour guide/walking information counter (being very loose with terms). And it went like this:

Sam: So, did you see that girl in the grey jacket again?
Me: Nah, didn't see her since... Too bad, you know, that girl was so damn hot...
(Random chick turns around)
Chick: Wha?
Me: No, no, not you! (with palms outwards in rejection gesture)

Ooooh burn! Hehehe, didn't realise the implication and weight it carried until it left my mouth... After which I laughed it off with her, then proceeded to crack up when she was out of sight... LOLZ, maybe my humour's just shallow, but it was entertaining... One of the highlights of that day... I should have forgone the Engineering lectures... no chicks to look at/befriend whatsoever... Should have gone to Law/Arts/Fine Arts/Architecture/Commerce, where all the chicks somehow seemed to be naturally attracted to... It's like a geographical and academical double-whammy styled chick magnet... And that was more or less Saturday... Forgot to take pictures of the girl too =\ and of everything else... so oh well... too bad aye?

Ciaoz~ Gotta do my english essay for Othello... I really hate it now... Such an annoying play...

TGI Friday!!!

Yes, I really mean it... Such a BORING week at school, if it continued, I'd really go crazy... Why? Mainly because of this idiotic Bio reliever-teacher we had (teacher was away for two days), who kept bitching about me not doing my work and not bringing my books... I mean, jeeeeeeeeeeez, I'm not bringing my books to Bio for a reason, and my Bio teacher knows better than to lecture me about it... All I'd have to do is wave my results in his face and he'll shut up, if he actually does start... Hmm, I sound so up myself, but yeah, that's what you get when you get placed into a stupid Lvl 2 bio class, when you're very well CAPABLE of Lvl 3 or perhaps even Stage 1 (uni)... Gah!

But that aside, I was extremely happy and pleased to learn that I have scored myself two Excellences for my English internals ^^, one for my 15-minute impromptu lecture, and the other for my done-in-two-hours report, oh yeah... feel so good for myself \^o^/ Plus, they were apparently marked very strictly, an added bonus to my already much-inflated ego... This can't be good for me, but it feels good ^^ Hurrah! Beat at least 95% of the Yr 13 classes... Shame!

There's this song that's been out for ages, and for some odd reason I can't seem to get the words out of my mind... So yeah, have you heard Breathe (2 AM) by Anna Nalick? I thought it was quite meaningful, around the time I was listening to You Only Live Once by The Strokes... but yes, the lyrics for Breathe (2 AM) follows... Perhaps that'll get it out of my mind...

Anna Nalick - Breathe (2AM)
2 AM and she calls me cause i'm still awake
"can you help me unravel my latest mistake
i don't love him, winter just wasn't my season"
yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes
like they have any right at all to criticise
hypocrites, you're all here for the very same reason.

cause you can't jump the track
we're like cars on a cable
and life's like an hourglass glued to the table
no one can find the rewind button, girl
so cradle your head in your hands
and breathe, just breathe, oh breathe, just breathe

May he turned 21 on the base of Fort Bliss
"just a day" he said down to the flask in his fist
ain't been sober since maybe October of last year
here in town you can tell he's been down for awhile
but my God it's so beautiful when the boy smiles
wanna hold him maybe i'll just sing about it

cause you can't jump the track
we're like cars on a cable
and life's like an hourglass glued to the table
no one can find the rewind button, boys
so cradle your head in your hands
and breathe, just breathe, oh breathe, just breathe

there's a light at each end of this tunnel
you shout cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out
and these mistakes you've made
you'll just make them again if you'll only try turnin' around

2 AM and i'm still awake writing this song
If i get it all down on paper it's no longer inside of me
Threatening the life it belongs to.
And i feel like i'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary screamin' out aloud
And i know that you'll use them however you want to.

But you can't jump the track
We're like cars on a cable
And life's like an hourglass glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button now
Sing it if you understand, yeah breathe
Just breathe, oh oh breathe, just breathe, oh breathe
just breathe, oh breathe, just breathe