From Neil Gaiman's blog:
Amongst many other things, in Dave Sim's Cerebus (which is a story that took Dave and his partner-in-art Gerhard 300 issues to tell) he did, in the Women storyline, easily the best parody of Sandman anyone's ever done, as various members of the Cerebus cast of characters become Snuff, Swoon and the rest of the Clueless. It was wickedly funny, and had the author of Sandman curling his toes when he read it.
Dave Sim has made an extremely generous offer to readers of this journal (and indeed, to readers not of this journal, but just people who simply hear about his offer elsewhere on the Internet. Memes propagate, after all), which is the kind of offer that I found as interesting as he did. It's this:
If you'd like to read one of the Sandman parody issues of Cerebus, Dave will send you one. He'll send it to you very happily, free of charge. He will sign it for you, too. And he won't charge you a thing. Not even postage.
And if you're wondering what the catch is, it's this: Dave wants to know (as, I have to admit, do I) how many of the people out there in internet-land will actually go and do things that don't involve passively clicking on a link and going somewhere interesting. So what you have to do is write Dave a letter (not an e-mail. Dave doesn't have e-mail) telling him that you read that he'll send you a signed Cerebus, and telling him why you'd like him to send you a copy. It's as easy as that. And, quite possibly as difficult.
The address to write to is:
Aardvark Vanaheim, Inc
P.O. Box 1674 Station C
Kitchener, Ontario, Canada N2G 4R2
Dave, I suspect, thinks he'll get a handful of requests. In my more pessimistic moments, I think he's right, although I'd love it if he got deluged with letters, like those kids in hospitals who don't exist but are still collecting postcards...
We have a second-part of the plan too, which involves doing good things for the CBLDF. But that's for later. For now, if you're even mildly curious, write Dave a letter. Tell him you're curious...
(And for those of you who aren't sure if they want to risk having to go and find a stamp, you could go and look at http://www.cerebusfangirl.com/ -- and at http://www.cerebusfangirl.com/stories/stories.html you can even read several Cerebus short stories from Epic Illustrated, or the four pager from Alan Moore and partners' AARGH anthology.)
(But once you've read them, write Dave the letter. Don't forget to put your address on it, or to say why you'd like him to send you a signed Cerebus comic. And feel very very free to pass the word on to the comics news-sites or groups, or just to anywhere that people who might be interested congregate.)
Thursday, July 29, 2004
it's been such a nice, relaxed week, despite the proximity to the prelims. probably because it's only a 4 day week too, seeing as how the band girls will be leaving class at sodding 8am tmr to load the percussion instruments into the moving vans.
i can hear it now, loud and clear. the End of band, calling... and hey, i'm not an anti-band sort of person. just the anti-waking-up-at-godforsaken-hours-on-a-saturday sort.
am going to rather miss it, collectively (except the early hours, duh?) and not used to popping in and out of a group so fast, 3 years playing for the band proper is a very short time. and i wish we could play mononoke one last time before my batch leaves. playing it was the thing that first got me started on Ghibli actually.
i'm glad i joined the band. if given another choice, i'd still be here. i've learnt so much, from Mr Chan, Mr Sim, the tutors and some seniors... many thanks, from the bottom of my heart. i'll carry band memories for a long time to come.
to any band person reading this (though i doubt any are): the most important thing is to have fun and feel the music. don't let bad practices get you down. and if you're leaving too; we sure had some fun times huh?
enough reminiscing.
am inexplicably feeling a tad fed up now. i had a really good day though. successful physics test, except for one forgotten formula. odd sort of conversation with yen yi. lame jokes flying at me left right centre, i was actually in the middle of the corridor at one point, with my head between my knees; nii-san, can i keep him? / cooo..! rosie, chan, i can hear you howling from here...
also had coffee with that bunch, the usual: bern, chan, electra, rosie and vanessa. now have plans to meet every month or so, we always have such a good time at these gatherings. and someone else will have to buy coffee the next time, money does not grow on trees, you know?
just for the fun of it, i'll add bern's famous Confucius saying: a man, with hand in pocket is feeling a little cocky.
do wish you could have come though, jenny. it would be nice for you and electra to meet. have i mentioned how much i like that girl? and i'm very sorry for making you wait today!! oh yarh, and how was hanuman (i dunno how to spell it)?
hey adam! not leaving, just disappearing for a bit. thanks for the concern and the offer yeah? anyway, i'll still be around the place and am probably coming for whatever christmas thing ya'll are having in church. erm, not doing midnight mass this year right?
nice of you to drop by electra. would you mind when i -eventually- find my way to your blog?
Tor,
Damn. You. To. The. Abyss. Coincidentally, i was actually talking to my friend abt you today, said you're in london. she said,'she must be having alot of fun?' and i stupidly said,'no lah, study where got fun?' and now this. even with 5 packets of raw sugar coursing though my system now i'm not going to waste any effort screaming because of you. you know mum doesn't want to you go right (duh, it's mum)? yarh, like that matters!
can you not list precise things out like that? it's very distracting and i don't even know if i'll be flying there or not. you think money drop from sky?
it's the red shirt we got, i think 2 years back. the long sleeved one that fits well. i wouldn't be caught dead in your purple/pink top. what the hell possessed you to buy that thing anyway? and how can you miss bolbol when you're with it..?
by the way, i have a character in mind whom you could possibly cosplay... fruits basket anyone?
bah. since am having no lessons tmr think i'll go finish the Naked Empire. and nick is right, i really want to slap jenssen... or for that matter, the idiot owen...
i can hear it now, loud and clear. the End of band, calling... and hey, i'm not an anti-band sort of person. just the anti-waking-up-at-godforsaken-hours-on-a-saturday sort.
am going to rather miss it, collectively (except the early hours, duh?) and not used to popping in and out of a group so fast, 3 years playing for the band proper is a very short time. and i wish we could play mononoke one last time before my batch leaves. playing it was the thing that first got me started on Ghibli actually.
i'm glad i joined the band. if given another choice, i'd still be here. i've learnt so much, from Mr Chan, Mr Sim, the tutors and some seniors... many thanks, from the bottom of my heart. i'll carry band memories for a long time to come.
to any band person reading this (though i doubt any are): the most important thing is to have fun and feel the music. don't let bad practices get you down. and if you're leaving too; we sure had some fun times huh?
enough reminiscing.
am inexplicably feeling a tad fed up now. i had a really good day though. successful physics test, except for one forgotten formula. odd sort of conversation with yen yi. lame jokes flying at me left right centre, i was actually in the middle of the corridor at one point, with my head between my knees; nii-san, can i keep him? / cooo..! rosie, chan, i can hear you howling from here...
also had coffee with that bunch, the usual: bern, chan, electra, rosie and vanessa. now have plans to meet every month or so, we always have such a good time at these gatherings. and someone else will have to buy coffee the next time, money does not grow on trees, you know?
just for the fun of it, i'll add bern's famous Confucius saying: a man, with hand in pocket is feeling a little cocky.
do wish you could have come though, jenny. it would be nice for you and electra to meet. have i mentioned how much i like that girl? and i'm very sorry for making you wait today!! oh yarh, and how was hanuman (i dunno how to spell it)?
hey adam! not leaving, just disappearing for a bit. thanks for the concern and the offer yeah? anyway, i'll still be around the place and am probably coming for whatever christmas thing ya'll are having in church. erm, not doing midnight mass this year right?
nice of you to drop by electra. would you mind when i -eventually- find my way to your blog?
Tor,
Damn. You. To. The. Abyss. Coincidentally, i was actually talking to my friend abt you today, said you're in london. she said,'she must be having alot of fun?' and i stupidly said,'no lah, study where got fun?' and now this. even with 5 packets of raw sugar coursing though my system now i'm not going to waste any effort screaming because of you. you know mum doesn't want to you go right (duh, it's mum)? yarh, like that matters!
can you not list precise things out like that? it's very distracting and i don't even know if i'll be flying there or not. you think money drop from sky?
it's the red shirt we got, i think 2 years back. the long sleeved one that fits well. i wouldn't be caught dead in your purple/pink top. what the hell possessed you to buy that thing anyway? and how can you miss bolbol when you're with it..?
by the way, i have a character in mind whom you could possibly cosplay... fruits basket anyone?
bah. since am having no lessons tmr think i'll go finish the Naked Empire. and nick is right, i really want to slap jenssen... or for that matter, the idiot owen...
Wednesday, July 28, 2004
This is Tor:
For some reason, after my solo scuba trip to Malta (one coconut-oil-scented week of white sands, aquamarine waters and surreal underwater sea-grass scenes) I've suddenly developed the backpacking-on-my-own urge.
I'm going to Wales two weekends from now for a horseriding/canoeing weekend! It's not that I've become Miss Active-outdoorsy-person all of a sudden but Horse-riding in Wales! Doesn't that sound romantic? Galloping through the Forests with the Wind in your Hair, with the LOTR soundtrack in the background. Guiding your horse to the Waterfall and Gracefully fording it ala Liv Tyler. NOT! I'm sure I'll fall off more than a few times, and be a hunched-up, bedraggled thing in the saddle, in the rain, lost, with a very very sore bum. But still! Everything at least once, right?
I'm sure Gloria is screaming in envy now. Particularly since I don't happen to like horses all that much, I just like the idea of trying horse riding in LOTR country (the book! not the movie) and paddling around in babbling brooks. Makes a change from my usual weekend routine (shop for groceries in Chinatown, make a token attempt at jogging if the sun's out, breathe carbon monoxide from cars, visit favourite second hand bookshop, maybe see a movie with significant other, maybe visit posh club that costs £25 to get in).
When you come next summer, I promise to bring you! I've got your itinery here all planned out in my mind!
1st day: Covent Garden, Leicester Sq, etc and all tourist attractions.
2nd day: Bath; you'll love the little tea houses (and Stonehenge, if you insist, but it's not worth it)
3rd day: Leave mummy and auntie G in London to explore Oxford St and antique markets and go horseriding in Wales!
5th day: Paris.
And so on. I'll report back on the trip when I get back.
For some reason, after my solo scuba trip to Malta (one coconut-oil-scented week of white sands, aquamarine waters and surreal underwater sea-grass scenes) I've suddenly developed the backpacking-on-my-own urge.
I'm going to Wales two weekends from now for a horseriding/canoeing weekend! It's not that I've become Miss Active-outdoorsy-person all of a sudden but Horse-riding in Wales! Doesn't that sound romantic? Galloping through the Forests with the Wind in your Hair, with the LOTR soundtrack in the background. Guiding your horse to the Waterfall and Gracefully fording it ala Liv Tyler. NOT! I'm sure I'll fall off more than a few times, and be a hunched-up, bedraggled thing in the saddle, in the rain, lost, with a very very sore bum. But still! Everything at least once, right?
I'm sure Gloria is screaming in envy now. Particularly since I don't happen to like horses all that much, I just like the idea of trying horse riding in LOTR country (the book! not the movie) and paddling around in babbling brooks. Makes a change from my usual weekend routine (shop for groceries in Chinatown, make a token attempt at jogging if the sun's out, breathe carbon monoxide from cars, visit favourite second hand bookshop, maybe see a movie with significant other, maybe visit posh club that costs £25 to get in).
When you come next summer, I promise to bring you! I've got your itinery here all planned out in my mind!
1st day: Covent Garden, Leicester Sq, etc and all tourist attractions.
2nd day: Bath; you'll love the little tea houses (and Stonehenge, if you insist, but it's not worth it)
3rd day: Leave mummy and auntie G in London to explore Oxford St and antique markets and go horseriding in Wales!
5th day: Paris.
And so on. I'll report back on the trip when I get back.
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
just sent an e-mail to my choir master, saying that i'll be leaving the choir scene, til january probably.
i hope he'll give me the grenn light 'cos that'll mean that i'll have absolutely no distractions or other nonsense activities till next year. which leaves me masses of time to study of the o's and in december can do whatever the hell i want, for the first time in, erm, about 7 years or so.
feels good.
and jac yip thinks i'm depressed. she told me so, a week after vanessa/bern (can't remember which) tells me orion thinks i'm overly cheerful. tsk, whatever. will just go on my solo merry journey of moodswings.
speaking of bern, it has come to my attention that people seem to like telling me their problems. she said i've got nice ears to pour problems into or something. actually, in recent weeks have had random people tell me, erm, things.
so perhaps her theory might have some truth. some people do like angsting to me. hrm.
sorry if my writing's gone down the drain, am rather rushing this post. will really have to drop off the face of this earth soon.
nothing much has happened in school, except for how mrs kunna's made us all sit in this strange formation in class. it's hard to describe, the tables are all angled and in groups. says she saw it for a gifted program at some school. am sitting next to jo, who prevents everyone at the table from dozing off during class. 's all good.
went for dance and drama night a few days ago. good stuff! compliments to all the girls who worked on it!
ok, have to rush, rush!
linette: er, hey..?
don't be an idiot lah rosie. having no 'internet or virtual life' could actually be a good thing lah.
i like the shirt too, althea. it's my multi-purpose, all-events shirt that i wear for christmas, new year, national day, weddings etc...
tor,
stop ripping off my 'aargh'larh you. your results were ok, i think. kenny msged, asking if you were coming back for the summer holidays. he sounds rather depressed. i think you should drop him a note or something.
about the year-end cosplay. i could have you do Death then i'll just do some other character. but i need to know if you've grown any (wheather vertically or horizontally) and if you're bringing home any interesting clothes ( boots, gloves, nonsense) and how long you hair is. and what colour it is, for that matter. if you do Death you might need to dye it back to black.
okok, have to go.
i hope he'll give me the grenn light 'cos that'll mean that i'll have absolutely no distractions or other nonsense activities till next year. which leaves me masses of time to study of the o's and in december can do whatever the hell i want, for the first time in, erm, about 7 years or so.
feels good.
and jac yip thinks i'm depressed. she told me so, a week after vanessa/bern (can't remember which) tells me orion thinks i'm overly cheerful. tsk, whatever. will just go on my solo merry journey of moodswings.
speaking of bern, it has come to my attention that people seem to like telling me their problems. she said i've got nice ears to pour problems into or something. actually, in recent weeks have had random people tell me, erm, things.
so perhaps her theory might have some truth. some people do like angsting to me. hrm.
sorry if my writing's gone down the drain, am rather rushing this post. will really have to drop off the face of this earth soon.
nothing much has happened in school, except for how mrs kunna's made us all sit in this strange formation in class. it's hard to describe, the tables are all angled and in groups. says she saw it for a gifted program at some school. am sitting next to jo, who prevents everyone at the table from dozing off during class. 's all good.
went for dance and drama night a few days ago. good stuff! compliments to all the girls who worked on it!
ok, have to rush, rush!
linette: er, hey..?
don't be an idiot lah rosie. having no 'internet or virtual life' could actually be a good thing lah.
i like the shirt too, althea. it's my multi-purpose, all-events shirt that i wear for christmas, new year, national day, weddings etc...
tor,
stop ripping off my 'aargh'larh you. your results were ok, i think. kenny msged, asking if you were coming back for the summer holidays. he sounds rather depressed. i think you should drop him a note or something.
about the year-end cosplay. i could have you do Death then i'll just do some other character. but i need to know if you've grown any (wheather vertically or horizontally) and if you're bringing home any interesting clothes ( boots, gloves, nonsense) and how long you hair is. and what colour it is, for that matter. if you do Death you might need to dye it back to black.
okok, have to go.
Thursday, July 01, 2004
just a note this time. the last entry was written by my sister, not a thing from me to chan, whom i sometimes refer to as tora. tor is what the family calls her you see. don't know why we never used the usual 'vicky' or anything like that, doesn't suit her perhaps?
i suppose am to stop refering to chan as tora then.
please note that our writing styles are rather different and that my sister is probably going to start all her entries like that.
adeline... tan? choir? why have you choir people been dropping by lately? not that i'm complaining lah. hallo to you too! see you saturday?
nandayo, rosie! you never tag me so why should i write notes to you?! and i see you everyday in school, hallo..?
tor,
hallo right back at you. thanks for the post, as i foresee that am not going to be posting much in the future, till after the o's.
if you have to make an effort to dig up something to post then it's ok, no pressure just because i asked you!
can't wait for you to come home. by the way, are you coming to the year-end cosplay with me?
i suppose am to stop refering to chan as tora then.
please note that our writing styles are rather different and that my sister is probably going to start all her entries like that.
adeline... tan? choir? why have you choir people been dropping by lately? not that i'm complaining lah. hallo to you too! see you saturday?
nandayo, rosie! you never tag me so why should i write notes to you?! and i see you everyday in school, hallo..?
tor,
hallo right back at you. thanks for the post, as i foresee that am not going to be posting much in the future, till after the o's.
if you have to make an effort to dig up something to post then it's ok, no pressure just because i asked you!
can't wait for you to come home. by the way, are you coming to the year-end cosplay with me?
Wednesday, June 30, 2004
TOR
Hi. I know I'm meant to write something interesting for you but i've failed sadly and miserably in that task. Apart from having no internet access (new house) i've been trying to get in as many training contract applications as i can and not screw up my internship in the meantime. So this is a pathetic, sorry excuse for how boring i have become. There are times when I suddenly look up in the middle of a sober client meeting and think, i wonder what would happen if i stood up. said what i thought, and walked away. 'You guys suck'. 'Just take the freakin £50m and stop quibbling about the £30m can?'. But no. I am a conformist and deep down, I just wanna be like lots and lots of other people in suits. Who have proper jobs and contribute as valuable members of society. And act and talk and think in the same way.
Do you know in VJ we did a lit text called Regeneration, about shell shocked soldiers who find it difficult to integrate into society? One character goes missing at some point and is found lying naked on the muddy earth next to a tree with dead animals surrounding him. 'I am one with the earth', he says. It is a metaphor for man's struggle to find somewhere to belong (blah blah waffle). But you know, that's kinda how I feel right now. I'm quite happy to let my identity be subsumed, it's not quite as dramatic as it sounds, because we all have to conform to the extent that working in an office demands it, but it feels slightly dangerous for me because I don't even feel like as if I have a fully formed identity in the first place?
Ok rambling on does not a interesting post make. I will leave you to it, random reader. And glor of course. Hi!
Hi. I know I'm meant to write something interesting for you but i've failed sadly and miserably in that task. Apart from having no internet access (new house) i've been trying to get in as many training contract applications as i can and not screw up my internship in the meantime. So this is a pathetic, sorry excuse for how boring i have become. There are times when I suddenly look up in the middle of a sober client meeting and think, i wonder what would happen if i stood up. said what i thought, and walked away. 'You guys suck'. 'Just take the freakin £50m and stop quibbling about the £30m can?'. But no. I am a conformist and deep down, I just wanna be like lots and lots of other people in suits. Who have proper jobs and contribute as valuable members of society. And act and talk and think in the same way.
Do you know in VJ we did a lit text called Regeneration, about shell shocked soldiers who find it difficult to integrate into society? One character goes missing at some point and is found lying naked on the muddy earth next to a tree with dead animals surrounding him. 'I am one with the earth', he says. It is a metaphor for man's struggle to find somewhere to belong (blah blah waffle). But you know, that's kinda how I feel right now. I'm quite happy to let my identity be subsumed, it's not quite as dramatic as it sounds, because we all have to conform to the extent that working in an office demands it, but it feels slightly dangerous for me because I don't even feel like as if I have a fully formed identity in the first place?
Ok rambling on does not a interesting post make. I will leave you to it, random reader. And glor of course. Hi!
Thursday, June 24, 2004
eldred called the other day, yay! told me he met Michael Kaluta at the comic convetion on sunday, this is Kaluta's site. please vist, it's got fantastic work (you know it is when a non-artist is saying it).
followed a link from his site to Tommy Castillo's site. it's a little bit bizarre as am chatting with cousin on phone, accounts tuitor online, listening to gackt's unplugged album and viewing things like a dragon enjoying human soup and little red riding hood kicking the big bad wolf's ass.
hey adam, thanks! and i think you should get a blog, really...
hallo althea! hope you've been doing well. see you in school on monday?
i know about those songs chan, used to have them in my com before it got re-formatted. occasionally have kikumaru going 'tonde tonde, mawatte, matta raishuu!' and random people screaming from drinking inui juice running around in my head. the thing that kills me is the fact that i've no idea what's going on, everything being in jap. am going to ask vanessa for the set of PoT music animus burned for her...
gomen, amanda! typo!
ok. am off to drink apple flavoured milk now. just rather needed to post that down.
followed a link from his site to Tommy Castillo's site. it's a little bit bizarre as am chatting with cousin on phone, accounts tuitor online, listening to gackt's unplugged album and viewing things like a dragon enjoying human soup and little red riding hood kicking the big bad wolf's ass.
hey adam, thanks! and i think you should get a blog, really...
hallo althea! hope you've been doing well. see you in school on monday?
i know about those songs chan, used to have them in my com before it got re-formatted. occasionally have kikumaru going 'tonde tonde, mawatte, matta raishuu!' and random people screaming from drinking inui juice running around in my head. the thing that kills me is the fact that i've no idea what's going on, everything being in jap. am going to ask vanessa for the set of PoT music animus burned for her...
gomen, amanda! typo!
ok. am off to drink apple flavoured milk now. just rather needed to post that down.
Tuesday, June 22, 2004
am listening to gackt's seventh night album that rosie burned.
please kill me, right now.
it is so good. not that it's a host of new songs, rather it's an unplugged version of many of his favourites and i love acoustic. that and gackt of all singers... the bit that i love most is the fact that he smokes and drinks but still can sound like an angel, also has a very versatile voice. have no idea what his range is but is larger than mine. not to say mine is large but im a girl. and everything is self written and re-recorded.
for those who hve no idea what i'm talking about, have added a random quiz for you to do...
please kill me, right now.
it is so good. not that it's a host of new songs, rather it's an unplugged version of many of his favourites and i love acoustic. that and gackt of all singers... the bit that i love most is the fact that he smokes and drinks but still can sound like an angel, also has a very versatile voice. have no idea what his range is but is larger than mine. not to say mine is large but im a girl. and everything is self written and re-recorded.
for those who hve no idea what i'm talking about, have added a random quiz for you to do...
Saturday, June 19, 2004
ok lah ok, will make post. have neglected to update as am not the type to post just for the sake of posting. don't have much to say, been holed up at home for 2 weeks, parents trying to clear off-days.
the most exciting thing that's happened to me recently is that i've changed from chocolate fresh milk to apple and mango flavoured milk. it's good stuff man, am currently very enthusiastic abt it.
guess what i've just discovered. i technically have a friendster account.
(during dinner just after the exams)
me:don't believe in friendster. i don't have an account
kc:yes you do.
me:no i don't
kc:i've added you.
what the hell? you see, the first (and last time) i tried to sign in, think i completed the form but the site spat me out, something abt not being cookie enabled or some such computer-speak. so for those of you who have added me now you know why i haven't responded lah. is there anyway of deleting that damned account? will only log in for that purpose..!
see how sad my life is? ok, shall not wallow in self pity.
just got computer reformatted, yay! no more random pop ups! but on the down side, all bookmarks gone. so can you (yes, you) please leave your blog address on the tag board? thanks. on second thoughts, tag on whatever site you happen to find interesting that you'd like to share, i suppose...
have updated blogger profile. but not sure as to how to link it on the blog itself... tora-sempai, can you help..?
watched harry potter. ok lester, i admit it, gary oldman makes a fine sirius black. whoever played lupin should have been given more screen time as well. am not going to review movie here as some have not watched it yet and if i do, could go on for the rest of the post. which is not the point.
ok, on to tag responses.
mel, choir? descant? hallo! how did you find my blog? and think have tagged you, not sure as it was quite some time ago..?
badang, what pizza? and how're things going for you?
hallo keiran! so when are you going back? when does your school term start anyway..?
well it's not my fault amamnda... you didn't have to give in to temptation. we shd do it again sometime yeah? heh heh! and am not a lazy pig.
link lah roach. but please note that i won't link you back. have a policy abt not linking.
adam! wassup? thanks for the compliment. see you at prac?
hey to you too. wah lau cass, you change blog add like change underwear?
mavis, guess where they stopped over on the way to new york? and spent the night there!? i want to kill them!
what holiday sam? 2 weeks straight got to go back to school then parents home some more. ack, we're in the same boat huh?
urusai sempai! you think so easy to update is it? different pple different blogs lah, don't rush me! see you monday yeah? bring fma, am suffering withdrawal symptoms :P
ok lah, so like that lorh. am off to drink my mango flavoured milk now.
the most exciting thing that's happened to me recently is that i've changed from chocolate fresh milk to apple and mango flavoured milk. it's good stuff man, am currently very enthusiastic abt it.
guess what i've just discovered. i technically have a friendster account.
(during dinner just after the exams)
me:don't believe in friendster. i don't have an account
kc:yes you do.
me:no i don't
kc:i've added you.
what the hell? you see, the first (and last time) i tried to sign in, think i completed the form but the site spat me out, something abt not being cookie enabled or some such computer-speak. so for those of you who have added me now you know why i haven't responded lah. is there anyway of deleting that damned account? will only log in for that purpose..!
see how sad my life is? ok, shall not wallow in self pity.
just got computer reformatted, yay! no more random pop ups! but on the down side, all bookmarks gone. so can you (yes, you) please leave your blog address on the tag board? thanks. on second thoughts, tag on whatever site you happen to find interesting that you'd like to share, i suppose...
have updated blogger profile. but not sure as to how to link it on the blog itself... tora-sempai, can you help..?
watched harry potter. ok lester, i admit it, gary oldman makes a fine sirius black. whoever played lupin should have been given more screen time as well. am not going to review movie here as some have not watched it yet and if i do, could go on for the rest of the post. which is not the point.
ok, on to tag responses.
mel, choir? descant? hallo! how did you find my blog? and think have tagged you, not sure as it was quite some time ago..?
badang, what pizza? and how're things going for you?
hallo keiran! so when are you going back? when does your school term start anyway..?
well it's not my fault amamnda... you didn't have to give in to temptation. we shd do it again sometime yeah? heh heh! and am not a lazy pig.
link lah roach. but please note that i won't link you back. have a policy abt not linking.
adam! wassup? thanks for the compliment. see you at prac?
hey to you too. wah lau cass, you change blog add like change underwear?
mavis, guess where they stopped over on the way to new york? and spent the night there!? i want to kill them!
what holiday sam? 2 weeks straight got to go back to school then parents home some more. ack, we're in the same boat huh?
urusai sempai! you think so easy to update is it? different pple different blogs lah, don't rush me! see you monday yeah? bring fma, am suffering withdrawal symptoms :P
ok lah, so like that lorh. am off to drink my mango flavoured milk now.
Friday, May 28, 2004
what a business it has been this week.
one smashing of, one making up and two breakdowns of. that's partially why i haven't been blogging really, many things i am restricted from writing about (all of the above, actually).
did considerably well for this year's exams, as compared to last year. only failed sub lit, by just one mark no less. immensely pleased in the area of maths and accounts as well, heh heh! but ok lah, l1 r5 still something like 30 points...
ever since the exams ended, school's been an absolute bore. hanging out in mrs Ho's office most of the time. can't be bothered to go on most days but parents will make noise. anyway, if do skip then might become habit, so maybe they're right. good thing have large stock of books to keep me company.
despite the opinions of some people, have honestly switched down to chinese B syllabus, so not taking exam on monday. best of luck to ya'll who are, especially chan and rosie!
as am posting this in the morning, grandma's pottering around the house right now. it amuses me so much. she says to you tor, take care. slight dementia setting in there, just walked into the room but forgot what she's here for.
have been spending a bit of time with bernadette fah recently. just been included into the 'family' as her potted plant.. hrm..
finally watched van hellsing yesterday. er, it was ok lah. perhaps expected too much from all the hype. though the CGI was notable, rather enjoyed that. and dracula's babies are so cute, i want one!
ok, on to tags and messeges.
tor: barbecue?! you want to die arh?! how are you going to tell daddy if you really do fail? and the link seems to have a bit of problem... and this is william hung. just click on the download.
KC: shutupshutupshutup!!!
LadyDeLioncourt, terry, keiran: hallo! ya'll very bored arh? make your way down to atomfilms then, sure to find something interesting there.
dawndie: heh, thanks! and are you sure you want to use 'dawndie'?
min: hallo! thanks for dropping by. what're we going to do about peter?!
ok, going to have lunch now, and stuff. how strange to be posting at this time of day!
one smashing of, one making up and two breakdowns of. that's partially why i haven't been blogging really, many things i am restricted from writing about (all of the above, actually).
did considerably well for this year's exams, as compared to last year. only failed sub lit, by just one mark no less. immensely pleased in the area of maths and accounts as well, heh heh! but ok lah, l1 r5 still something like 30 points...
ever since the exams ended, school's been an absolute bore. hanging out in mrs Ho's office most of the time. can't be bothered to go on most days but parents will make noise. anyway, if do skip then might become habit, so maybe they're right. good thing have large stock of books to keep me company.
despite the opinions of some people, have honestly switched down to chinese B syllabus, so not taking exam on monday. best of luck to ya'll who are, especially chan and rosie!
as am posting this in the morning, grandma's pottering around the house right now. it amuses me so much. she says to you tor, take care. slight dementia setting in there, just walked into the room but forgot what she's here for.
have been spending a bit of time with bernadette fah recently. just been included into the 'family' as her potted plant.. hrm..
finally watched van hellsing yesterday. er, it was ok lah. perhaps expected too much from all the hype. though the CGI was notable, rather enjoyed that. and dracula's babies are so cute, i want one!
ok, on to tags and messeges.
tor: barbecue?! you want to die arh?! how are you going to tell daddy if you really do fail? and the link seems to have a bit of problem... and this is william hung. just click on the download.
KC: shutupshutupshutup!!!
LadyDeLioncourt, terry, keiran: hallo! ya'll very bored arh? make your way down to atomfilms then, sure to find something interesting there.
dawndie: heh, thanks! and are you sure you want to use 'dawndie'?
min: hallo! thanks for dropping by. what're we going to do about peter?!
ok, going to have lunch now, and stuff. how strange to be posting at this time of day!
Sunday, May 23, 2004
Hi glor,
Good for you that you did well in maths!! Maybe you should be more explicit and say to our parents: 'look, i've passed. be proud of me. or don't. either way, i'm going out now, bye!' Seemed to work for me... Who is william hung? Ur tagborad doesn't seem to be working so I'm writing here instead.
Anyway... Aargh! I just screwed up my past 3 exams! Really. I'm not just saying that, for once in my life.. I only answered 3 questions for tort out of 4, which can't be good. It's made me so bohchup about my last exam, knowing that it can't get worse. And the sun was shining and it was nice and warm outside... so I went to a friend's barbeque today! And my exam is on monday. haha.
Talk to you tomorrow
tor
Good for you that you did well in maths!! Maybe you should be more explicit and say to our parents: 'look, i've passed. be proud of me. or don't. either way, i'm going out now, bye!' Seemed to work for me... Who is william hung? Ur tagborad doesn't seem to be working so I'm writing here instead.
Anyway... Aargh! I just screwed up my past 3 exams! Really. I'm not just saying that, for once in my life.. I only answered 3 questions for tort out of 4, which can't be good. It's made me so bohchup about my last exam, knowing that it can't get worse. And the sun was shining and it was nice and warm outside... so I went to a friend's barbeque today! And my exam is on monday. haha.
Talk to you tomorrow
tor
Thursday, May 13, 2004
can't hold a decent conversation with my parents, am starting to get fed up. does this mean im becoming a normal teenager with the whole angsty 'my parents don't understand me' thing? but really, when my mother says that i sing like william hung, reminds me to take out my key when i lock the door and my father thinks im one of those sit around and do nothing mcdonalds kids... i'm starting to think, i am what my parents say i am. they're not even glad that i passed my maths (for the first time in 3 years), and just said 'only 56?'.
or i could just be pms-ing.
received letter from Mr Chan today, by post. my attendence for band is poor/irregular. missed 75% by about a 0.5, crap. looks like have to attend june/july practices. so much for 'goodbye band'.
now that the exams are over, am slacking on a professional level. went gallavanting around town with jenny and that lot, like the normal teenager i'm supposed to be. tmr having dinner with nick, dawn, case, ed and maybe g, all of which i haven't seen in the longest time. before that, if not getting together with sam and rosie then will probably go rent the hellsing or angel sanctuary manga, it's cool stuff man, trying to get my hands on the animae now.
just noticed the last bit of my previous post ment little sense to most pple. fma, or full metal alchemist, is an animae that am currently quite enthusiastic about. for more information, like storyline and character info, click here.
am not sure what this whole animae thing that's going on right now is all about actually. think it's just a phase, it's really cute stuff you know. but your resident goth girl is still here, don't worry. come on, i do refrain from using random japanese words on my blog (k'so!*damn!* nani?*what?* nandayou,*what the hell* urusai*shut up* baka!*idiot!* arigato*thanks* tora-sempai!*tora-senior!*)and also went out in full goth gear today, not some random cosplay thing. don't think will ever reach that stage and if i do, will cosplay Death anyway...
speaking of animation, my sis posted the url for a nice short thing on atomfilms and being the idiot that she is, can't post a proper link. anyway, it's really cool, called the peri-wig maker. will post other random interesting links in future, mostly taken from gaiman's blog larh, since he always has random interesting links, like unorthodox dictionaries in a great many languages, which comes in rather useful. it's even got cantonese.
if i didn't make sense am most sorry, a bit tired from exams and walking several lengths of orchard road. when my mum's complaining about being late in paying bills you can hear me mumbling in the background,'accrued expenses, current liability in balance sheet...' is that supposed to be a good thing?
tagboard has been having problems recently, not just mine but the site in general. think they're tinkering around the system or something.
linniee: erm, hello to you too..?! how's it going in sec one, by the way?
ed: why am i msging you, we see each other tmr don't we?!
KC: gilmore girls..? wha..?
cass: hey yourself. exams ok lah, except chinese. what about your own exams? and i er, can't remember your blog add... could you tag it? thanks!
i say, that III guy is really gone huh. didn't mean to scare him away. honest.
really am v. tired. think will go to sleep now. cool, haven't had to chance to sleep properly for ages as during exam period sometimes will wake up halfway to check textbook/notes...
good night.
or i could just be pms-ing.
received letter from Mr Chan today, by post. my attendence for band is poor/irregular. missed 75% by about a 0.5, crap. looks like have to attend june/july practices. so much for 'goodbye band'.
now that the exams are over, am slacking on a professional level. went gallavanting around town with jenny and that lot, like the normal teenager i'm supposed to be. tmr having dinner with nick, dawn, case, ed and maybe g, all of which i haven't seen in the longest time. before that, if not getting together with sam and rosie then will probably go rent the hellsing or angel sanctuary manga, it's cool stuff man, trying to get my hands on the animae now.
just noticed the last bit of my previous post ment little sense to most pple. fma, or full metal alchemist, is an animae that am currently quite enthusiastic about. for more information, like storyline and character info, click here.
am not sure what this whole animae thing that's going on right now is all about actually. think it's just a phase, it's really cute stuff you know. but your resident goth girl is still here, don't worry. come on, i do refrain from using random japanese words on my blog (k'so!*damn!* nani?*what?* nandayou,*what the hell* urusai*shut up* baka!*idiot!* arigato*thanks* tora-sempai!*tora-senior!*)and also went out in full goth gear today, not some random cosplay thing. don't think will ever reach that stage and if i do, will cosplay Death anyway...
speaking of animation, my sis posted the url for a nice short thing on atomfilms and being the idiot that she is, can't post a proper link. anyway, it's really cool, called the peri-wig maker. will post other random interesting links in future, mostly taken from gaiman's blog larh, since he always has random interesting links, like unorthodox dictionaries in a great many languages, which comes in rather useful. it's even got cantonese.
if i didn't make sense am most sorry, a bit tired from exams and walking several lengths of orchard road. when my mum's complaining about being late in paying bills you can hear me mumbling in the background,'accrued expenses, current liability in balance sheet...' is that supposed to be a good thing?
tagboard has been having problems recently, not just mine but the site in general. think they're tinkering around the system or something.
linniee: erm, hello to you too..?! how's it going in sec one, by the way?
ed: why am i msging you, we see each other tmr don't we?!
KC: gilmore girls..? wha..?
cass: hey yourself. exams ok lah, except chinese. what about your own exams? and i er, can't remember your blog add... could you tag it? thanks!
i say, that III guy is really gone huh. didn't mean to scare him away. honest.
really am v. tired. think will go to sleep now. cool, haven't had to chance to sleep properly for ages as during exam period sometimes will wake up halfway to check textbook/notes...
good night.
Sunday, May 02, 2004
tor, you are a lucky sod, aren't you? will shut up about license. anyway, when you're back we'll have to get out more. Random hot guys aren't extinct, they're just rare. actually am glad did not get the thing, cannot do impromptu to save my life.
too right chan! Give us Johnny Depp any time!
i don't know, lester. haven't seen his other movies but the promotional stuff doesn't look too good? he's just not Sirius, i suppose. or maybe am reading too much fanfic, but you try reading cassandra claire and not have a changed opinion about harry potter?
did horribly for Chinese prelims. am going to drop, then do syllabus B. do you have any idea what the exam format is like? Paper 1 is either picture compo or letter writing, paper 2 isall multiple choice and oral has pronunciation for some of the more 'cheem' words. looking at that, there's no chance am not dropping, bloody hell.
English mid year was another matter though, it went fine. of course, if you've done the st nick's 2003 prelim paper you can do any damned compre, hah!
also, might have mentioned that choir?s done a recruitment drive recently.
oh god help me.
right. chan and i are planning a full metal alchemist (aka fma) marathon on the 13th and 15th of may, so open invitation for anyone, all episodes til 31 which will be the latest. venue at hers and my place.
alright, have to go now. and happy belated jamie! will get you you're present next week, we promise you'll like it...
too right chan! Give us Johnny Depp any time!
i don't know, lester. haven't seen his other movies but the promotional stuff doesn't look too good? he's just not Sirius, i suppose. or maybe am reading too much fanfic, but you try reading cassandra claire and not have a changed opinion about harry potter?
did horribly for Chinese prelims. am going to drop, then do syllabus B. do you have any idea what the exam format is like? Paper 1 is either picture compo or letter writing, paper 2 is
English mid year was another matter though, it went fine. of course, if you've done the st nick's 2003 prelim paper you can do any damned compre, hah!
also, might have mentioned that choir?s done a recruitment drive recently.
oh god help me.
right. chan and i are planning a full metal alchemist (aka fma) marathon on the 13th and 15th of may, so open invitation for anyone, all episodes til 31 which will be the latest. venue at hers and my place.
alright, have to go now. and happy belated jamie! will get you you're present next week, we promise you'll like it...
This is tor.
And this is the kind of crap I have to write every day:
This argument is made by analogy to the situation where, when an imperfect gift is made, equity will not permit a donor to change his mind if it would be unconscionable for him to do so. It is submitted that, in this case, it would be unconscionable and contrary to the principles of equity to allow the donor’s executors to act against his intention to make a donatio to the appellant. Just as it would be unconscionable for the donor to resile his gift in his lifetime, it would be unconscionable for his executors to do so after his death.
Check out how many times I have to use the word 'unconscionable'. My brain is no longer in a functioning state. To people who are interested in doing law, you will enjoy it if you find the above paragraph endlessly fascinating. To people interested in doing law for the money, make sure you are capable of getting through physical truckloads of this stuff to get to the money. Even by using unwanted pages of cases as rough paper for printing, rough writing, etc, I still have 4 boxes full.
On a slightly lighter note, I cooked and thoroughly enjoyed eating sambal fish yesterday! I used the wrong type of fish, and the skin stuck to the pan, but hey, I cooked sambal fish! That's the extent of the highlights in my day. Other highlights: discovering a jar of jelly beans in cupboard, smelling my bolster, and disappearance of itchy leg rash.
Well, there was the arrival of my malta tickets as well... I'm going to malta! Right after my exams. I'm flying to the southernmost country in the mediterranean for a week of scuba, lolling around on beaches, and loads of nice italian food! Ok Glor, don't tell mummy, but I'm going to get my scuba license. This will be my first holiday doing whatever I like, whenever, however, etc. No bloody chan brothers tours or shopping-obsessed singaporean students.
5 days of scuba in one of the most remote and beautiful underwater locations on earth. Then another two days to recover from all that nitrogen by hanging out at the beaches, interesting small towns, etc. Makes this tedium almost worth it.
And this is the kind of crap I have to write every day:
This argument is made by analogy to the situation where, when an imperfect gift is made, equity will not permit a donor to change his mind if it would be unconscionable for him to do so. It is submitted that, in this case, it would be unconscionable and contrary to the principles of equity to allow the donor’s executors to act against his intention to make a donatio to the appellant. Just as it would be unconscionable for the donor to resile his gift in his lifetime, it would be unconscionable for his executors to do so after his death.
Check out how many times I have to use the word 'unconscionable'. My brain is no longer in a functioning state. To people who are interested in doing law, you will enjoy it if you find the above paragraph endlessly fascinating. To people interested in doing law for the money, make sure you are capable of getting through physical truckloads of this stuff to get to the money. Even by using unwanted pages of cases as rough paper for printing, rough writing, etc, I still have 4 boxes full.
On a slightly lighter note, I cooked and thoroughly enjoyed eating sambal fish yesterday! I used the wrong type of fish, and the skin stuck to the pan, but hey, I cooked sambal fish! That's the extent of the highlights in my day. Other highlights: discovering a jar of jelly beans in cupboard, smelling my bolster, and disappearance of itchy leg rash.
Well, there was the arrival of my malta tickets as well... I'm going to malta! Right after my exams. I'm flying to the southernmost country in the mediterranean for a week of scuba, lolling around on beaches, and loads of nice italian food! Ok Glor, don't tell mummy, but I'm going to get my scuba license. This will be my first holiday doing whatever I like, whenever, however, etc. No bloody chan brothers tours or shopping-obsessed singaporean students.
5 days of scuba in one of the most remote and beautiful underwater locations on earth. Then another two days to recover from all that nitrogen by hanging out at the beaches, interesting small towns, etc. Makes this tedium almost worth it.
Thursday, April 29, 2004
for those of you who don't know, i share a blog with my sister so am not talking to self lah. but she drops by only on occasion. it's quite easy to tell the difference between her writing and mine, by the way.
to tor: no, didn't get it. you cow thing went very well though. it was my impromtu that was total crap. for the first 20 seconds i had no idea what i was saying. the topic was 'beauty pageants are a waste of time'. so expository, my downfall in English!
just realised haven't ranted on about 'the prince and me' here. it's an absurd movie that's total crap that made me feel like absolute shit when i came out of the theatre. it's the type of movie where if you don't have a boyfriend makes you want to grab any random hot guy off the street and snog him.
am so shallow. sigh.
i say, has anyone seen my copy of OotP? seem to have misplaced it/lent it to someone/both. hope tor didn't bring it to london..? also just realised that the book and the movie are coming out in about a month. cool. generally don't like gary oldman. Sirius Black CANNOT look like that. nor Lupin. but will see movie anyway, it is a Harry Potter movie after all.
random quiz time! hey, they're nice quizzes ok...
be sorted @ nimbo.net
Take the What High School
Stereotype Are You? quiz.
Which Member of the Endless Are You?
You are an angel that has been cast out of heaven,
and thrown to the earth. Almost being killed in
the process. But what doesn't kill you makes
you stronger, right? And the same rule applies
to you. When you suffer, it only makes you more
vicious, and powerful. You are an impressive
beinf. One never to be trifled with. You hate
all normal angels for this. You drink their
blood, to get back at the heavens that rejected
you.
Congrats, you are very smooth.
What Type Of Angel Have You Become?
brought to you by Quizilla
Your past life diagnosis
I don't know how you feel about it, but you were male in your last earthly incarnation.
You were born somewhere in the territory of modern Ontario around the year 1675.
Your profession was that of a dramatist, director, musician or bard.
Your brief psychological profile in your past life:
You always liked to travel and to investigate. You could have been a detective or a spy.
The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:
You should develop your talent for love, happiness and enthusiasm and you should distribute these feelings to all people.
to tor: no, didn't get it. you cow thing went very well though. it was my impromtu that was total crap. for the first 20 seconds i had no idea what i was saying. the topic was 'beauty pageants are a waste of time'. so expository, my downfall in English!
just realised haven't ranted on about 'the prince and me' here. it's an absurd movie that's total crap that made me feel like absolute shit when i came out of the theatre. it's the type of movie where if you don't have a boyfriend makes you want to grab any random hot guy off the street and snog him.
am so shallow. sigh.
i say, has anyone seen my copy of OotP? seem to have misplaced it/lent it to someone/both. hope tor didn't bring it to london..? also just realised that the book and the movie are coming out in about a month. cool. generally don't like gary oldman. Sirius Black CANNOT look like that. nor Lupin. but will see movie anyway, it is a Harry Potter movie after all.
random quiz time! hey, they're nice quizzes ok...
be sorted @ nimbo.net
Take the What High School
Stereotype Are You? quiz.
Which Member of the Endless Are You?
You are an angel that has been cast out of heaven,
and thrown to the earth. Almost being killed in
the process. But what doesn't kill you makes
you stronger, right? And the same rule applies
to you. When you suffer, it only makes you more
vicious, and powerful. You are an impressive
beinf. One never to be trifled with. You hate
all normal angels for this. You drink their
blood, to get back at the heavens that rejected
you.
Congrats, you are very smooth.
What Type Of Angel Have You Become?
brought to you by Quizilla
Your past life diagnosis
I don't know how you feel about it, but you were male in your last earthly incarnation.
You were born somewhere in the territory of modern Ontario around the year 1675.
Your profession was that of a dramatist, director, musician or bard.
Your brief psychological profile in your past life:
You always liked to travel and to investigate. You could have been a detective or a spy.
The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:
You should develop your talent for love, happiness and enthusiasm and you should distribute these feelings to all people.
Sunday, April 25, 2004
ok, done. he didn't ask who wrote your cow dream but i think he knows anyway (i mean, come on, it's daddy..!). then he gave me some pointers abt how one shouldn't memorise something but instead to simply try to tell a story. like how i can talk on the phone to someone for a bloody 2 hours and it's so difficult to write a 2 minute thing.
so like that lah. think am going to go with your cow thing, daddy said pple in school might not appreciate the gaiman one.
so like that lah. think am going to go with your cow thing, daddy said pple in school might not appreciate the gaiman one.
read daddy a bit of babycakes and he didn't even let me finish it! said something abt not reading word for word and interacting with the audience. then he did a demo and turned the whole thing inside out, took the idea instead of just reading the whole thing, 'teachers and friends, i'd like you, for a moment to just imagine, what if one day, all the animals disappeared?' or something along those lines. why couldn't i have inherited more funky useful stuff from daday? so in doing that, am not actually reading neil gaiman's work as such. but i supose i'll still write a letter to his agent abt it anyway.
ok, will get back to you in a while about reading yours.
ok, will get back to you in a while about reading yours.
I don’t know why I keep having this dream. Do I think of myself as a cow? Is this a cry for help, a fear of being trapped, or simply exams?(raise eyebrow here in ironic fashion) There is a slightly farcical quality to my dream. Farce is what you call funny things which are tragic, like charlie chaplin, or mr bean. Or clowns. My cows are not laughing, they are dying, but it is funny nonetheless. Like the laugh of a madman, the last man on earth.
Wednesday, April 21, 2004
This is tor. I am stressed. This is what I wrote:
It begins in a small room made of mud—the roof is dry grass of the sort you find in deserts. The air is dry. The heat, everywhere. Through the small square hole in the wall, very high up, is a pink sky. But we are not on Mars, though the landscape be as barren. It is bright in the room. The walls are thick. It is very bright outside.
I am sprawled on the floor, my Sec 4 Chemistry book in front of me, reading. But I can’t, suddenly. I cannot turn the page. Upon it thrashes a thick brown coil, a great earthworm, it seems, all blood and muscle, in agony, covering my words with slime, blood and soil. To one side stands a black crow, its head jerking from side to side, taking sneaky little bites. I can see blood, pumping, through the skin of the worm, the little vessel in its centre gasping madly, as if for air.
Fascinated as I am, I must go on. I turn the page, pressing the paper firmly downwards with my hand until the juices run and squelch between my fingers. The door is on my right. A big, barnyard affair, wood nailed together. I draw the old-fashioned bolt, and push the door open to reveal a pink sky rushing to meet the horizon. Of dying cows.
The land is covered by dying cows. Dying cows everywhere, reaching to the horizon. It is a scene of visceral decay. I am overwhelmed with sadness for all these cows. I see a horrribly mutilated young calf, eyes covered with a white rheum, dried blood mixed with the dead bodies of flies, bloated from its flesh. I do not know why these cows were injured. I do not know why they are dying. But I am determined to save them.
But. I can’t! They are too many! Too many for me to carry to the nearest town. I pick up the young calf, and start walking.
I don’t know why I keep having this dream. Is my self image a cow? There is a slightly farcical quality to this, considering cows are usually used in funny imagery. Farce is what you call funny things which are tragic, like charlie chaplin, or mr bean. Or clowns. I think it is exam anxiety. Yesterday I dreamt I was in a gothic castle a la Harry Potter, except the courtyards were filled with statues of famous philosophers. And they could talk, a la Necroscope. They were all grey, but the light was yellow, like evening sun. I could see dust motes in the streams of light but it did not seem dusty. I was in a grey room looking out into the courtyard. I spoke to the figures there. There were many statues.
See? My dreams are all of me being trapped inside a small place, with a big place outside. The small place is always grey, or brown, or dark. And the outside space is infinite, or I can’t see the end. There are always lots of things outside, and it is bright and pretty. I can see their form, but their content, or meaning, is mysterious. I don’t feel trapped in the dream, because I can always go outside. But when I do, I don’t fully appreciate the things outside. Why? maybe i am just stressed.
It begins in a small room made of mud—the roof is dry grass of the sort you find in deserts. The air is dry. The heat, everywhere. Through the small square hole in the wall, very high up, is a pink sky. But we are not on Mars, though the landscape be as barren. It is bright in the room. The walls are thick. It is very bright outside.
I am sprawled on the floor, my Sec 4 Chemistry book in front of me, reading. But I can’t, suddenly. I cannot turn the page. Upon it thrashes a thick brown coil, a great earthworm, it seems, all blood and muscle, in agony, covering my words with slime, blood and soil. To one side stands a black crow, its head jerking from side to side, taking sneaky little bites. I can see blood, pumping, through the skin of the worm, the little vessel in its centre gasping madly, as if for air.
Fascinated as I am, I must go on. I turn the page, pressing the paper firmly downwards with my hand until the juices run and squelch between my fingers. The door is on my right. A big, barnyard affair, wood nailed together. I draw the old-fashioned bolt, and push the door open to reveal a pink sky rushing to meet the horizon. Of dying cows.
The land is covered by dying cows. Dying cows everywhere, reaching to the horizon. It is a scene of visceral decay. I am overwhelmed with sadness for all these cows. I see a horrribly mutilated young calf, eyes covered with a white rheum, dried blood mixed with the dead bodies of flies, bloated from its flesh. I do not know why these cows were injured. I do not know why they are dying. But I am determined to save them.
But. I can’t! They are too many! Too many for me to carry to the nearest town. I pick up the young calf, and start walking.
I don’t know why I keep having this dream. Is my self image a cow? There is a slightly farcical quality to this, considering cows are usually used in funny imagery. Farce is what you call funny things which are tragic, like charlie chaplin, or mr bean. Or clowns. I think it is exam anxiety. Yesterday I dreamt I was in a gothic castle a la Harry Potter, except the courtyards were filled with statues of famous philosophers. And they could talk, a la Necroscope. They were all grey, but the light was yellow, like evening sun. I could see dust motes in the streams of light but it did not seem dusty. I was in a grey room looking out into the courtyard. I spoke to the figures there. There were many statues.
See? My dreams are all of me being trapped inside a small place, with a big place outside. The small place is always grey, or brown, or dark. And the outside space is infinite, or I can’t see the end. There are always lots of things outside, and it is bright and pretty. I can see their form, but their content, or meaning, is mysterious. I don’t feel trapped in the dream, because I can always go outside. But when I do, I don’t fully appreciate the things outside. Why? maybe i am just stressed.