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its friday again. can you believe? I feel as though I missed a week of me life. crackernauts, for the firsttime in thisiseasytormb bloghistory, I will speak explicitly of my day.

woke up early, went miles away from home to hometown and wandered around a place where I haven't been for at least half a decade. then went to meet the groupers at "prata stall" (bull. we had Spizza.) weather was hot in the afternoon. had to pay 2.30 for a slice of spizz. (least I ate only one, eh?) at spizza, chuyun, jonas, lou, rach, shanti and wendy read heavy menus, waited for eugene and yanshan, and talked about death and other fun things. I was blocked several times from the view of munching chewers. purposefully. you know who y'all are *glares*.

figured that the slice, as claimed to be thinner than the first pizza slice, cannot be the base of a pizza.

went to chuyun's house as grp; yanshan, eugene, jonas, rachel, shanti, lou, chuyun (duh), and yours truly. we took a LOOOOOONG time to decide on a movie to watch and I was refused of a certain patrick pillow. Finally,we all settled down to watch a slightly dirty "meet the fockers". had junk food.

some kids tried to ride a battery operated vehicle. some kids did not even manage to turn on vehicle. a simba soft toy in the house had a few dozens of strands of hair which were fun to style. (hey rach, you think the quadraple or double parting works better?)

then we went on to play game of life. eugene made a family of 6 (fulhouse, or should I say, full car) in less than an hour. throughout the game, some of us stayed barren, some athletes should have stuck to birth control pills and there were a few millionares. Personally, i think the game of life is THE MOST INACCURATELY NAMED GAME IN THE WORLD, see, the worst thing is, THE WINNER IS DEFINED AS THE RICHEST PERSON ON RETIRE. BLAH. and I do believe the game is terribly robot-like, nothing like life at all. while playing the G.O.L, lou and rach were watching korean dramas and I observed that a wedding-parade scene lasted for half the show. according to GOL, I discovered a new planet.

speaking of robots, we laughed at a certain scene of robotmenfighting. hillarious, but somewhat odd overall (movie,that is). Hint on the film:bottle=berlin. HOHO. much of the film information has been left out for fear of author reputation. I am quentin, taking over this blog.

so on the bus on the return journey, wendy, shanti and rachel talked about random things in the bus, such as chilli, worldwar 1 tickets (really), coins and antique sauces and children stepping on feet. and mr bean's sheepy episode.

wendy found her way home without any external explicit source help. shanti and wendy found some very mean people on the train. wendy had a dollar refund for something that she can't remember but believes to be a ticket of some kind. wendy almost forgot how to use a standard ticket. *cough, my dear, you need a instruction manual for all things that go zoom.* rachel wasted smses. rachel caused some others to waste their smses. dogs in certain districts are rather pungent. pasta had female and familiar names like helena.

chuyun was very nice thoughout the marathon o' fun to distrubute junk food proportionately. I finally got to make contact with a certain starfish pillow while 7 people crammed to watch a movie.

yawn. am tired. going to the dentist tml.

OUT

a fatal error that may ensure my death if I change it notters.

ok. its not blind language, its deaf language.

this is personal

"if you see kay, tell her I love her. she did me in, but I'll recover." crack the wordplay! DGAND. : ^ V

so anyway, today is thursday and I don't know why, but I feel like this is square one again.

everybody, if you believe in things easily, consult rachel for how one may obtain coffee from a coffee table. Also, learn the blind alphabet, how to switch and distort your letters (such as replacing R with L and vice versa) beyond recognition. Also, go learn aikido, then we can all start learning defence and stop fighting. (then aikido will be useless, but learn it anyway. at least its pro-peace.)

I realised today that there's this stall at the canteen which sells..um..whachamaycallitthingadimmit? FLAT NOODLES! oodles and oodles of them! no, not really. I'm just getting carried away. texture is important in food. and the name of food too, like sometimes, you just don't want to have something because its name doesn't match its look and I don't know about you, but that used to put me off.

I wish tomorrow would come sooner, so I can TGIF. but we better not wish for such things because next thing you know, everything passes faster and the weekend is gone too. sigh. fickle fickle.

hey rach, check this out.

nathano jo
behold and Lo
she caught a pail of water
some dude named jack
he broke his back
and came tumbling after

asking for his pail
back.

10 seconds to come up with that. I am so proud of myself.

and, anyone been to sedona and seen the sunrise?

ahem

ah. well, folks, since we are on stringy topics now, I have more string to thread in yer neurones. okay.

heard of string theory? (yes, you nit, I MEAN STRING THEORY WHICH I DID NOT MAKE UP. ... )its quite out-there really. I quite fancy it's liability. apparently, it is theorised (and proven mathematically) that everything is made up of teeny tiny tiny tiny tiny tiny vibrating strands of energy, called- strings. difficult to test this in a lab or anywhere, though. quite impossible now actually.

but fascinating, eh?

string-theorists believe that we may have found the holy grail of physics, that is, unification, einstein's presumption and famous dream conclusion.

Unification. how brilly-brilly-b. It of course makes utter sense to find out the common thing that governs all bodies of the physical world. while you and I ponder over this, let us also think: how wonderful it would be to find a theory that is so truly universal, that it may take into consideration abstract things, intangible things, that can be elegantly comprehended by this singular powerful...shall we say... truth.

AIEEE. sometimes, thinking about things like that just makes one feel so... ... so odd. How rare it is for a life to be birthed in a universe. How rare to know of one's own existance. How singular to be sure of one's own existance and conciousness. *grins* how odd one can both think and feel at the same time.

anyway, go check out the string theory. and while you're googling or whatever-ing, PLEASE GO WATCH CLIMATE CRISIS- AN INCONVENIENT TRUTH! I am a-bashed to say- I haven't. but I will. believe you me, believe me you, you believe me!- I . WILL. and you really really should. its about environmental responsibility. we don't want to face extinction before coming up with universal unification.

peace-y.

ST

rings.
strings, I mean.

clever-clever little gem of woodiness. I think the concept in strings is utterly clever and undeniably different.

what the hell is the talking about, you say?

why does she ramble on a thing that we know nothing aboot for starters, you ask?see for youself, youser: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0374248/

I know, clever you can google and find that too. ah well, the main site isn't up yet. : ( I'd like to see it if I can, and it bloody well doesn't make much sense, does it? I mean, why release a movie when you haven't finished the website backpackaging? nah, perhaps the reason is as implicit as the views and spectac symbolism that can be seen in strings.

not ____________<- this, you idiot, the movie.

so what I like about the movie is that they take the strings of the marionettes used and make them an integral part of the movie, its atmosphere and message. and kudy-os to the director Mr Klarlund for having such unique vision.I really don't want to spill any bean by an accidental sackhole, so, here's what I can tell you:if you, like me, feel artsy and impulsive lately, go watch the movie. I love marionettes.and I am ABSOLUTELY FLOOMYTAGSTED that the puppets are actually made out to be aware of their strings. that brings everything to a whole new level, doesn't it?

from there, hence, you may find an implicit message in the movie.

I think the most outstanding point of the movie is not the marionette pioneer idea, but the symbol of the marioneete pioneer idea and what it may bring as representation.you will find much allegory and parallel to reality in the movie.

It makes a good movie for annotation, but who cares about annotation. I hate annotation.

This is a mini-magnificanto movie.

then again,

if you like seeing 6miles vurth of string string stringggggg jiving on screen, go catch it too.

I promise the un-unlack of stringginess.

the storyline isn't so impressive, but the beauty is in the depth.


nighters.p.s : st is the initals of my fav rockstar from my fav band, and thought my first title shld go to smth to em', thus.

and I did not plaugerise fisharebiting.blogspot.com: we is one and the same. ta

I hate titles. They ruin all surprises.

Hello everyvun. here's a note about this entry: if you haven't heard of murphy, you might not get it until the first quarter is over.

Today I tried staying out of trouble. However, NO VUN ESCAPES MURPHY! NO VUN! (thus I got into trouble. duh.) Murphy has no mercy.
Merciless Murphy. I like that.

Murphy is the reality we are all married to. and he has the most disgustingly morbid sharp sense of humor.

he makes life so much fun to live in. so much more dangerous and boring. he makes fools of all of us. we all know murphy and we all both hate and respect him. He is the snappy scoundrel that persists in existance as long as we do. He is the effortless force that causes all screw-ups without having to lift a finger.

Murphy has taken painstaking trouble to appear when we least need him...so, Give it up for MURPHY!(aka, see below.)

The Murphy laws/ better known as Murphy's law (which are bloody facts btw. they've all been proved by science.) :

basically, they sum up as

the BIG one: whatever can go wrong, will go wrong.

by-laws:

1 whatever can't go wrong will go wrong.

2 trying to make things better only makes things worse.

3 any attempt to do nothing, so nothing can go wrong, will go wrong.

I like this sub one: those who respect the law and like sausages should not watch either being made.

ah well, folks, since we have to put up with the diabolical dude, I say we all should read "why the toast always lands butter side down- by richard robinson." Read the book. Study Murphy. And hopefully understand why he as much as we have ants in our pants on perfect pants day.

Hello Murphy and woe is us.

an enlightened wendy, out.

more stream of conciousnessness.

enya has a great name.

interlude: hey rachel, this one's for you:

HAH! I KNEW it was a sun bear from the very start. the VERY start. and you know it too. ah well.

alanis has a great name too.
gavin is a nice name.

I like bats.
I'm bored.