Sunday, October 31, 2004

My favourite actors.

John Malkovich, Gary Oldman, Ralph Fiennes, Alan Rickman, Liam Neeson. My Leading men.

I have this thing for old actors. Not "dying soon" kinda old, more like "mature" kind of old. And the thing is, I like them because they always play evil people in movies/shows. The youngest among this group is Ralph Fiennes I think, but who gives a damn.

John Malkovich... I like him when I saw his tv series Les Miserables. He's the evil policeman and he spoke fluent French! Not that I understand French (I watched the show with subtitles) but he's soo.. convincing.

Gary Oldman. What can I say. Other than Azkaban, I like him in every other movie he's in. He was in Fifth Element as some evil businessman. Hideous costume though. He was in "Immortal Beloved" (low-budget tv movie) as Ludvig van Beethoven. The resemblance is uncanny. Messed up white hair and all. I almost believed he IS Beethoven.

Ralph Fiennes caught my attention in Schindler's List. He was the evil SS officer, Amon Goethe. See, I even remember the name. It was a memorable role. More so than Herr Oskar Schindler himself. He was evil, killing people whenever he wanted to. Yet he fell for his Jewish servant. Sort of. Emotional struggle, yadda yadda. But the point is, I pity him. Convincing actor, that Ralph Fiennes. Too bad, he had this flick with J Lo, Maid In Manhattan. He should not venture out into mainstream flicks. I think it's below him.

Alan Rickman is funny. He was a seraphim in Dogma, which is a controversial movie in many places so I don't think many people watched it. For people who don't know what he looks like, he is Professor Snape. He is also the married man in Love Actually, whose wife is Emma Thompson. Anyhow I like him.

Liam Neeson. Oskar Schindler in Schindler's List. Quigon Jinn in Star Wars Episode 1. Has the look of an old wise middle aged man.

Hmm... I come to the conclusion that I like middle aged actors who have talent. Not the typical Hollywood pretty boys.

Thursday, October 28, 2004

Honey and the moon.

I know I know... I've professed my undying love for this song umpteen times and there was even a phase when I got sick of the song after listening to it over and over and over... and over again. Hearing the song now just brings me weak at the knees... not because I'm lovesick/swept off my feet. Hard to explain.

I thought I would never be the type who posts lyrics on blog but I'll make an exception this time. And if I figure out how to add song clips to my blog, you won't have to go thru the lyrics at all! You can just listen to it. Preferably at night in the dark. Anyway, enjoy.

Honey and the moon -- Joseph Arthur

Don't know why I'm still afraid
If you weren't real I would make you up now
I wish that I could follow through
I know that your love is true and deep as the sea

But right now
Everything you want is wrong,
And right now
All your dreams are waking up,
And right now
I wish I could follow you
To the shores
Of freedom,
Where no one lives.

Remember when we first met
And everything was still a bet in love's game
You would call; I'd call you back
And then I'd leave a message on your answering machine

But right now
Everything is turning blue,
And right now
The sun is trying to kill the moon,
And right now
I wish I could follow you
To the shores
Of freedom,
Where no one lives

Run away tonight
Freedom, freedom
Run away
Run away tonight

We're made out of blood and rust
Looking for someone to trust without a fight
I think that you came too soon
You're the honey and the moon that lights up my night

But right now
Everything you want is wrong,
And right now
All your dreams are waking up,
And right now
I wish that I could follow you
To the shores
Of freedom
Where no one lives

Run away tonight
Freedom freedom
Run away
Run away tonight

We got too much time to kill
Like pigeons on my windowsill
We hang around

Ever since I've been with you
You hold me up
All the time I've falling down

But right now
Everything is turning blue,
And right now
The sun is trying to kill the moon,
And right now
I wish i could follow you
To the shores
Of freedom
Where no one lives


Me, a hybrid?!

The Uptown Girl

I've been rich and I've been poor. Rich is better. -- Sophie Tucker

If her last name is a household word, like Disney or Kellogg, chances are she's an Uptown Girl with a trust fund the size of Texas. But it isn't wealth that defines the Uptown Girl, it's breeding and decorum (unless she's a Party/Uptown hybrid like those Wild On royals or the aristobrat child of a celebrity). A true Uptown Girl has Park Avenue taste and the manners of Emily Post, at least when Mummy is watching.

The Uptown Girl is a challenge -- one that requires a little more, well, money. Menus in this chapter are going to cost you more than the others because you will need a few premium ingredients to get this Girl's attention (read: oysters, caviar, and very expensive Champagne). If this is really the type of girl that you are after, you're probably used to this already. If you don't have the budget to support her tastes, we would suggest becoming a musician. Seems like those guys can always get women to buy them groceries.

She Might Be an Uptown Girl if:
She drives: a Jaguar, a Porsche, or a Rolls-Royce, or a limo with a driver and tinted, bulletproof windows.
She can talk for more than ten minutes about: being a debutante.
She begins her sentences with: "When we were on Martha's Vineyard..."
She'd never: fly coach.
She owns any of the following: an exotic toy breed dog, Waterford crystal, anything from Tiffany's, real pearls.

The Progressive Girl

Moderation in all things, excess in nothing. -- Epicurus

Imagine that the Girl Next Door moved to the big city. Think of Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally. She's America's sweetheart with an urban sensibility. She's a post-Christian spiritualist, a pre-Monica Clintonite, and a dues-paying member of at least one social-change organization like NOW, Planned Parenthood, or the Sierra Club. You won't find her at an Earth First or PETA meeting, though. Those are the Granola Girl's stomping grounds. Progressive Girls want the world to be a better place, but they live out their politics in a moderate, left-of-center way.

If you are going to date a Progressive Girl, the one sin you can commit is to be a chameleon. Molding your opinions to fit hers will lose her respect. One very positive thing you can do is offer her new experiences -- the Progressive Girl is fearless about trying new things. Whether it's pluralism, skydiving, Asian peanut sauce, or this book, the Progressive Girl is always looking for new ideas.

She Might Be a Progressive Girl if:
She drives: a small SUV but really wishes it got better mileage; once she can get a good hybrid, she will.
She can talk for more than ten minutes about: just about anything.
She begins her sentences with: "Susan Sarandon says..."
She'd never: pass up the chance for a new experience.
She owns any of the following: a water filter, a tabletop fountain, an acre of rain forest, a mutt from the pound.

On a lighter note, I'm a dark magician! I cast dark evil spells and curse people to suffer hell for all eternity. Do not cross me.

Dark magician. You love the dark because of it's
beauty and just the life that no-one else sees.
Mysterious, calm, quiet... But that doesn't
mean you're not friendly!

What kind of dark person are you?

Sunday, October 24, 2004


Thought I separate this post from the last since it's on totally different subject.

Anyway after my thesis presentation, it got me thinking. It's like a wakeup call because realistically speaking, I will be graduating in 6 months' time if I don't fail anything this semester and the next. And the moment I get that paper (read: certificate), it would seriously mark the end of childhood, either acknowledged or otherwise.

I won't be able to laze around since I HAVE to get a real job and start ACTING my age. I will have to live in the real world, where there will no longer be any real vacations till I retire. When you are schooling, you get term breaks that can last for 3 months! Now, I don't think I can apply for leave for 3 weeks, much less 3 months. They would just fire me.

I will then earn my own money, which will be chicken shit since the economy is in the dumps now. People, please wake up. Don't believe what your government and newspapers are tellin' you. Do you SERIOUSLY think that the economy is recovering? Some people really do. Ignorant, gullible fools. I can hear my mom going "$1600 is quite a good starting pay... do you see the number of unemployed on the street? Don't be picky...." It's chicken shit for the work I have to do. It shouldn't be that low, honest.

Gone are the days where I can wake up and just snuggle in bed with my comfy comfy blanket. I'm not sure I was even up during those times. I can just pry my eyes open and watch whatever junk that's playing on tv. I can watch cartoon network and the simpsons all day long. But NOOOO, when you join the WORK FORCE, you are supposed to tranform into this mature business-like adult. Watching cartoons and crap tv shows will be your secret life that only your siblings and parents should know about. Even then you have to make them sign an agreement never to speak of such a thing or deny its very existence in blood. Outsiders, including extended family who know about your secret life have to be silenced. Immediately. It would definitely spoil your chances of climbing the corporate ladder if they know, wouldn't it?

I can no longer order Happy Meals at McDonald's when I join the workforce, even though I would kill or give up a limb or two to have the toys. I will simply not lie that I have a few children at home who are bugging me for the toys. Waaait a minute. I just thought of the BEST excuse ever. I can just say that I'm on a diet and a child's serving is just what I need! Ok, this excuse will void this paragraph totally.

There will be expectations as well. Some people, especially asswipe relatives, will keep bugging you about what POSITION you hold now. They would think that it's like school, where you get promoted to the next level every year. Bleahz... I can sooooo imagine what their faces are when I tell them I'm still the lowly assistant. And that's if I get the position of an assistant in the first place.

Heard LucasFilm is opening in Singapore. God, I would love to work there. If you've been reading this blog, you would know that I want to work in this industry. Or the gaming industry. Again, I would give up my remaining limbs (leftover from getting Happy Meals) to get a job in either of the industry.

Anyway a lot of things will have to change once I graduate and get a job. I may have to pretend I'm this grown-up when I'm not. On the other hand, I'm looking forward to graduation! I've had it with education for now and I want it to stop. Badly. It's a catch 22, and I may just be trading in some bad for something far far worse than I can imagine.


The family left on Thursday and it had been one of the busiest weeks for me. I put my life, i.e. my assignments and lectures, on hold to bring them out and sightsee. It was ok though... nothing much happened.

And I think my math test has gone to doggy heaven. I mean, it's so different from the tutorial and past year questions! Oh well.. it's over so there's nothing much I can do anyway. My presentations went well I think because the 2 lecturers who were there didn't complain much. My supervisor, on the other hand, took the Q&A session much too seriously. The audience had nothing to ask, so he VOLUNTEERED some questions. *shocked* We did out best and gave him some vague answers. I mean, c'mon!! Like I would know what series of Oracle servers are capable of spatial information. I don't even know what the question really mean. Bleah.

Right now I'm rushing my assignments. =/ I have 1 essay, 1 lab, 1 computing/drawing assignment and 2 actual computing (aka programming) assignments to do. I hate this semester. Seriously.

Saturday, October 16, 2004


These few days are going to be uneventful, since I would probably be clearing my deadlines frantically before my family arrives on Monday.

I'm not lying, in case you think I'm just trying to blow things outta proportion. Let me outline the schedule for everyone.

Monday: Essay due. Family here. Entertain them. Prepare slides
Tuesday: Math test. Entertain family. Prepare slides
Wednesday: Entertain family. Prepare slides.
Thursday: Computing presentation.
Friday: Lab in the morning. Another lab in the afternoon. Thesis presentation.
Sunday: Computing assignment due.

I'm so dead. How am I going to do all that? I don't have any superpowers ok. *weeps silently*

And I had a weird dream last night, of a certain teacher. I have been plagued by dreams of this teacher for years I tell you. For years. God, I must be going crazy.

I'm sinking fast... Drowning. I seriously need divine intervention. Can anyone hear my pleas for help? *gurgles*

Friday, October 15, 2004

More quizzes.

Your Aeris
Your Aeris! You are a very caring and mysteries
girl. You always worry about your loved ones.
At first glance people might think that your a
happy girl with no worries but deep down inside
you are a confused individual. Believe in
yourself more, then you will conquer all.

Which Female Character from Final Fantasy Vii Are You?

You represent... apathy.
You represent... apathy.
You don't really show any emotion. You can be
considered cruel and cold, but you just don't
really care about anything. This is just the
way you are... you're quite a challenge to get
close to, and others may perceive you as

What feeling do you represent?

Monday, October 11, 2004


Good news. I'm currently on page 14 of my thesis report on GPS. Expected to write near the 25-30 mark. I'm sure I can bullshit my way there.

Had a chat while writing my report with a friend.. it's amazing to know that we've been friends for 8 years and counting. =D It's a long story... but the thing was we got to become classmates in jc. I'm soooooo happy. I know he won't read my blog so I can exclaim as loudly as I want.

I seriously wonder who actually visits this blog. I mean, other than a few of my close friends (about 8 I guess), cousin (only 1 visits this blog) and my brother, I can't think of anyone else. Hmmm...

Anyway I watched a documentary on the life of a 16th century Spanish painter named Diego Velasquez this afternoon. Pretty cool paintings I must say.. I present to you, Las Meninas.

The intriguing part is why Velasquez chose to paint the entire ceiling (the top half of the painting) when the focus was in the lower right hand corner. Also, his style of painting was groundbreaking. Notice how his subjects seemed to be looking at one point, as if posing for an unseen photographer. This is rare and unheard of in the 16th century.

Now we look at Da Vinci's infamous paintings, Virgin of the Rocks. Controversial stuff. He was asked to draw a picture of Mary, John, Christ and Uriel but when he came up with the drawing, it suggested something more*. This original painting was then rejected and he had to draw a more "watered down" version for the church.

The original, Madonna of the Rocks, which is now hung in the Louvre in Paris.

The "watered down" version, Virgin of the Rocks, which now graces the wall in London.

Artsy fartsy, isn't it?

*: This is actually quite controversial... you have to read up on this. I won't write what's wrong with it in my blog.

Saturday, October 09, 2004


All of your friends are jealous and you know it. The boy is some romantic, he always can make a rose appear out of nowhere just to cheer you up. He often says you're his angel and%2
All of your friends are jealous and you know it.
The boy is some romantic, he always can make a
rose appear out of nowhere just to cheer you
up. He often says you're his angel and always
knows how to make you blush a dark shade of

What kind of boyfriend would you have?

I wish. The picture is a little off though. Much much prefer the guys in Saiyuki.


Stressed. Psychotic. Bored. Murderous. Irritable. Hungry.

I'm all of the above.

Just found out that my thesis report is due next Tuesday (12/10/04) and NOT 2 weeks later (26/10/04)! I'm f**ked.

okay, the entry was officially ended with the "I'm f**ked" sentence but what the heck. Don't want to start a brand new entry when I can pad up this short entry.

Just found out that JK Rowling is gonna kill another character in the Harry Potter series from I'm beginning to get highly irritated because despite checking her website,, multiple times, I couldn't find her official announcement on the Harry Potter news. She lied to us when she said she will update fans via her website. She didn't alrite. Lousy stinkin' maggot. How dare she cheat my feelings..

Extremely keen on Final Fantasy 7: Advent Children and Kingdom Hearts 2. KH2 has Auron, Mulan and gang in it!! Can't wait to play. Yet again, Square Enix loves to toy with my tender feelings and DELAY the release by another 6 months. *sob* I sound like the biggest geek by professing my undying admiration and love for any good CGI productions.

Read an article in the school weekly magazine on geeks/nerds. Apparently there is an inner geek in everyone of us. Yes, even the jock. If you like movies with great special effects, read (any kind of) books, know your computers (beginners - experts) etc. you can qualify as one. *gasp* Doesn't that make the entire world nerdy?

According to MY definition, nerds/geeks are the slouchy people who wear weird t-shirts, thick glasses, high-waisted pants with the shirt tucked in so tight nothing else fits in. Of course the heavy overstuffed school bag completes the entire picture. Anyway I have this notion that geeky people are the "purest" people around. It's a little like Amish people. Uninfluenced by the general public, tabloids and SOOO involved in their tight knit circle.

I'm still writing my thesis report. I'm currently at the "Introduction" page. I have about, 15 more pages to go. Basket-fied. =/

Anyone who's interested in helping me write part of my thesis, please email me or message me. I will be eternally grateful and will definitely shower you with undivided love and attention. =D Pervs need not apply.

Thursday, October 07, 2004


Not in the best of moods recently. Shit loads of stuff to do. Whiny people buggin me. Family coming to visit soon. Thesis presentation in the same week.

So many deadlines. So many headaches.

Sunday, October 03, 2004


I went to the beach today with Jo. It was nice and warm. Had my first tan (ever!!) on the beach.
We walked along the ocean line, from Coogee beach to Bondi beach and it took us close to 2 hours on foot! But it's so worth it. I'm thinking if I should add a pic of me in my new swimwear. I don't think I look particularly nice... but.. hmm...

This is a view from where I was lying at Coogee beach.

Along the ocean line, we get this great great view. Look at those frothy waves!!

This is me, can't resist taking a photo to prove that I was there. *grinz*

This is Bondi beach. Another one with the white frothy waves. Cool.

ok, this is me in my new swimwear. Note: That's not my tummy!!! It's just bad posture. =..(

I took a dip in the pool next to the ocean. The pool is filled with sea water from the ocean... it was so damn cold. My brain froze or something and I had this immense headache when I got out. Brrr...

It's not exactly the pool in the photo. The beaches in Sydney all have this rock-carved pools by the beach filled with sea water. We call it a "bath". Anyway I had a great day. ^___________^

Friday, October 01, 2004

Reality check.

My mind was wandering again, as usual, when I was supposed to write up a report and prepare for my projects and meetings. I guess people who visit this blog, already knows that yours truly is a very busy person! If you haven't notice, well I am a busy person. Extremely busy.

But that doesn't stop me from blogging, has it? No, instead blogging has become one of my favourite pastimes. Well, it's up there somewhere, after shopping and sleeping.

I did this self evaluation thing. In my head of course. I realise that I'm quite a materialistic person, as in I lust after all the fine, extremely expensive things no less, things in life. I mean, it's not WRONG to want the finest in life, is it? I want as many LV bags as I can lay my eyes on, fantastic clothes, accessories etc. I want a lot of things, which makes me the shopaholic that I am. But does that make me a horrible person who squanders away my parents' hard earned cash? I would like to think I'm not. At least I'm not spending their money on drugs or booze. I'm still the nice girl at home and I'm not breaking their hearts or anything. So why oppose to me spending? I guess that's probably why my parents don't really yell at me for spending an obscene amount of money a year on shopping. Well they don't yell at me, unless I chalk up a bill that is so substantial that it can sustain several Third World countries. Aren't they nice?

I am also a major procrastinator. You can probably tell by now. However what makes me different is that I'm a logical procrastinator. As in, I can tell you a hundred and one reasons why I rather blog/go shopping/stare at the ceiling/fold laundry than finish up my homework so that I can sleep early. If you are my project group members, don't you worry cuz I will still hand in quality work, as in A++ work even though I procrastinate so much.

I hate exercise. Period. I haven't done any exercise that makes me so much as to pant after my jc days. Actually it was since jc 2's physical fitness test. I hate it. Some people claim that exercise helps you slim down or something. Bullshit. Pardon the language because I strive to keep this blog cuss-free. At least from anyone but me. I digress. It doesn't work for me. No. I don't think I lost any weight at all. Never will I subject myself to gruelling routines just to lose weight. I rather wear more "flattering" clothes. I mean, why subject myself to that agony? Exercise makes you tired. You ache in places you don't even know exist. You pant unappealingly like a dog. You sweat till your t-shirt gets soaked. There are soo many reasons why I hate exercising that I rather not go into.

I also realise that no matter how I try, without resorting to major plastic surgery, I will never be Milla Jovovich or Kate Moss. =( What a bummer.

I realise that by now, I SOUND bimbotic. Actually I think the term "bimbotic" has been abused by everyone. C'mon. You have to be beautiful, heavily endowed, AND equally stupid to qualify as a bimbo. I guess some people will go "Look at her. She talks only about shopping and she complains so much. She doesn't know a single thing at all.. She's such an airhead.. etc. She's so BIMBOTIC. Eww."

Well, this is the biggest misconception isn't it? It also says a lot about people who think this way. Do you have to ALWAYS talk about work, how computers decipher text and converts them to bits and machine code, how GPS calculates your position using 3 sets of data JUST TO SHOW that you are anything but an airhead and a bimbo?! Do you think Stephen Hawking talks about black holes and parallel universes all the time to his friends?! Get a grip.

I shall stop now before I get so agitated that my headache comes back. Ooh, too late.

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