Boxing Night

[Quote of the post] "Things are only complicated when you complicate them." -KW [Song of the post] Finale B - RentAnother Christmas; another year.

I had thought of a lot of things to write here, but I seem to have missed out the beginning. So I'll just go into it. Here's my Christmas haul this year:

1. Computer version of the Gameboy version of the Pokemon TCG from JX. (Thank you!)
2. Offer to give a deck or two of Pokemon TCG from KW (Thank you!)
3. Offer to give me a dolphin plushie from KW. (Thank you!)
4. Offer to go watch Narnia from ZQ. (Thank you!)
5. An e-card from Daniel. (Thank you!)
6. A Christmas Ang Pao from my aunt. (Thank you!)
7. A notepad from JK. (Thank you!)
8. Chocolates from an aunt. (Thank you!)
9. Chocolates from a cousin. (Thank you!)
10. Chococlates from another cousin. I'm not sure if it includes the calendar, but I'll count it.(Thank you!)
11. Hieloglyphic ruler and papyrus bookmark from Egypt from an aunt. (Thank you!)
12. An IOU for a present from an aunt. (Thank you...!)
    

Quite a haul, huh? Considering that #7, #8 and #9 were for the whole family, I think the only wrapping paper I tore this year was from JK's present. But that's nothing, NOTHING compared to my give-away list.

My Christmas give-away list this year:

1. Absolutely nothing.
   

After intending to give everyone a scan, after working about a week on it, after spending hours with my mom looking for a printer-scanner-photocopier, I didn't do it. I still don't have a scanner. The TNN group pic is still lying on my table. My friends still don't have their Christmas present.

What a fun holiday it has been, huh? What with the parties, and the tuition, and the Chinese homework... so fun! I don't remember Christmas being this... enjoyable...!
Oh, and school's starting in a week. But, hey! Look on the bright side! There's still one whole week left! Oh, but three days have been taken up by a prefect's camp, so that leaves about four. Oh, wait, tomorrow you've got an FPS meeting until 2.30pm, then you've got to go cut your hair, take a passport photo, finish your Chinese homework... so that leaves... how many? Oh, but you may be incapacitated on Saturday after your camp. So it's just Sunday and Monday! Oh, but Sunday you'll wake up late, go to your grandparents' house, stay out until past dinner time, come home and waste your night on the computer, so that just leaves Monday I guess. Oh, but Monday you have to pack for school, father will be complaining about how you haven't read your school books, mother will be nagging about your school shorts being too... short... and you won't be able to enjoy anything because of the load of responsibilities on your back. What about today? Oh, today... indisposed by a horrible itchy nose, tuition in the morning, father's friend's place for lunch... Narnia before dinner... hey! Narnia! That's fun! Yeah! So, two glorius hours of Narnia! Whee!

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Have you not heard of that madman who lit a lantern in the bright morning hours, ran to the market-place, and cried incessantly: "I am looking for Christmas! I am looking for Christmas!" As many of those who did believed in Christmas shopping were standing together there, he excited considerable laughter. Have you lost it, then? said one. Did it lose its way? said another. Or is it hiding? Is it afraid of us? Has it gone on a voyage? or emigrated? Thus they shouted and laughed. The madman sprang into their midst and pierced them with his glances. "Where has Christmas gone?" he cried.

"I shall tell you. We have killed it - you and I. We are its murderers. But how have we done this? How were we able to cut down the tree? Who gave us the expenses to wipe out the entire holiday? What did we do when we untied the lights from the tree? Whether is it blinking now? Whether we are giving now? Away from all holidays? Are we not perpetually taking? Backward, sideward, forward, from all directions? Is there any give and take left? Are we not straying as through an infinite nothing? Do we not feel the breath of the winter's wind? Has it not become colder? Is it not more and more night coming on all the time? Must not lanterns be lit in the morning? Do we not hear anything yet of the noise of the gravediggers who are burying Christmas? Do we not smell anything yet of Christmas's decomposition? Holidays too decompose. Christmas is dead. Christmas remains dead. And we have killed it. How shall we, murderers of all murderers, console ourselves? That which was the holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet celebrated has bled to death under our economy. Who will wipe this blood off us? With what water could we purify ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we need to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we not ourselves become gods simply to be worthy of it? There has never been a greater holiday; and whosoever shall be born after us - for the sake of this holiday he shall be part of a higher history than all history hitherto." -Adapted from Friedrich Nietzsche, The Gay Science 108, taken from Herrick's blog.

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I'm not Christian; I wouldn't appreciate this holiday as much as Christians do. But the past few years, I knew that it was a special day. It was a day of feasting, of good food, of much travel. But best of all, on Christmas day, the first thing in the morning, the wrapping paper would fly, and shouts of glee as another toy or game was unwrapped for the first time. It would be a happy time, a happy day. Not this year.

Only one present I had this year was wrapped; two if you count Zipped folders. Christmas never felt so... cold and empty. This year for Christmas, we had a party at our new house, and all our aunts came, and at night we went to my cousin's place. In all, we went to four parties this holiday season, and I've had enough ham and beef to last me till next Christmas.

I cried on Christmas night. Cried. Not all-out tears, just uncontrollable sobbing, like if you eat eight cherries supplied from that nice little old lady who lives in the cave with her raven and talking cate on a Murderous Maths cake to teach fractions. I realised the reason I haven't gotten presents this Christmas is because I've been a naughty boy. Naughty enough to be cut from the nice list. I've got a week to be angsty; I'm going to make full use of it.

Picture this. You're in your room, changing your bedsheets, irritated because your nose is all itchy, and you know that your parents are in their room ripping open their presents while you're changing dusty bedsheets with a sensitive nose. You know you could have gotten at least one present if you'd just told your uncle what you wanted when he called, but you were being nice and said that it was okay and that you didn't need anything.

I hate getting older. Time slips by so fast. So much more is required of you. My aunt suggested getting us (my brother and I) a chess clock. Or getting me a shaver. When your body gets older, but your heart and mind stay 14 for life, this sort of thing happens to you.

I'm really sorry if this is spoiling your Christmas or your holidays or whatever. You can just just click the X on the corner and stop. I didn't expect you to get all the way here anyways.

I can guess what you're thinking right now. You're thinking that I'm a insensitive, ungrateful jerk who doesn't appriciate the gifts given to him. He's not a tsunami victim; he doesn't have cancer with a year left to live; he isn't on the frontlines where could be killed any minute. And you know what? I'm thinking the exact same thing. I'm kinda like a mental dipsomaniac; I see the character flaws in others, and realize I have the same character flaws as well. Would you believe me if I said I'm the way I am now because I have no companionship? No church friends, no sport friends... my bro isn't like Demel's... no one who shares the same interests as me in my class... no one that I can talk to freely... no one who understands me...

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It was a side to Terry I thought I'd never seen... until I realized I had for years without realizing it. There was a chink in his perfection... and in my eyes, in that moment, it was the Grand Canyon. Terry's an incredibly disciplined man. He'd have to be to achieve so much. But his perfection always leads him into the same mistake. He expects everyone else to live up to the same high standards of fairness he imposes on himself - and when they don't - it eats him alive. Terry's so far above us, his wisdom is astounding. While the rest of us get bogged down in grays, he perceives the most complex philosophical problems with black and white clarity. That's his blessing... and his demon. He won't accept the fact that-

"It's not a black and white world anymore, Terry. Those men in there aren't evil. They're just doing what they feel they have to do towards a greater good. Times are changing. Right, wrong... I don't like it, but suppose they get even harder to define in the days to come? Are you enough of a hero to allow for that... but not to let it stop you? Learn from this, Terry. starting from today, you can be either an enforcer... or an example. One will tear you down... but the other will make you a ledgend." -The Flash, The Justice Society Returns, National Comics, DC Comics Publications.

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You would probably say that I'm not looking on the brighter side of life. I'm a cynic. I've lsot hope. A funny thing, hope. I am of the belief that all forms of sadness originate from fallen hopes. You're disappointed on Christmas when you don't receive any presents because you hoped to have many presents. You're crestfallen when you fail a exam because you hoped to score high. You're heartbroken when you split up with your date becauase you hoped to have a strong realtionship. You're suicidal when you fail in life because you know that your hopes, your dreams, as well as your parents', have all dashed against the rocks. When you have high hopes, 9 out of ten times, it will come crashing down. What goes up, must come down. A funny thing, hope.

I hope you all are enjoying your holidays, wherever you are. I don't suppose I have much holiday left to enjoy, but there you go.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight.

The Christmas Wish

[Quote of the post] Wouldn't Christmas each day be the coolest of all... - Timmy Turner, Fairly Oddparents
[Song of the post] Finale B - Rent

Not long from now on a cold winter’s night,
When the ground was covered in frigid hard white,
The Spirit of Christmas decided, this year,
That this special holiday should disappear.

The people of Earth no longer deserved
To celebrate Christmas, the Spirit observed.
In the past dozen years the spirit of Christmas,
Had become a commercial business,

Where the Santas were shaven and wore business suits,
Carried big budget laptops and wore black leather boots.
Reindeer only flew when they flew off the shelves,
And machines took over the jobs of the elves.

And worst of all, even worse than the sales,
Worse than the eggnog and the cards-in-emails,
That the gift of giving was gone from the present,
Which made Christmas all the more that unpleasant.

So Christmas was now a day of consumers,
Of shopping, of gorging, of dressed-up costumers.
The true meaning of Christmas had gone from the land,
And so, said the Spirit, the custom should end.

But the Spirit of Christmas was giving and kind,
And so he could quit with a firm peace of mind;
He gave mankind one single last chance
To save themselves from this world of finance.

He took off from the North Pole and circled the globe,
To scour the land, to search and to probe,
For mankind’s last chance, where the spirit of giving
Was still valued higher than the standard of living.

From house to house, cross-country, he went
To examine the reach of money’s extent.
But whatever he saw, he saw with dismay,
It seemed Christmas had slid from their hearts like a sleigh.

In every house was a similar theme
Which dealt a serious blow to his esteem.
The children weren’t playing under the Christmas tree;
They weren’t there, not where they should be;

Instead they were staring into their TVs,
At their computers, or on X-Box 360s.
Wherever he went, the rich or the poor,
Christmas was gone from their hearts for sure.

“Mankind should not have such a wonderful day;
I shall see to it that it’s taken away.
Hang on, okay, just one more last home,
One last chance, before Christmas is swept to the twilight zone.”

The Spirit of Christmas entered the house.
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
And then he spotted, under the tree,
A small little boy, laughing with glee.

The Spirit thought, this could be mankind’s last hope.
If this one fails, I don’t think I’ll cope.
So the Spirit of Christmas asks the boy,
“What made you laugh? A new sort of toy?”

“No,” says the child, still laughing with joy,
“It’s the star right on top I really enjoy.
What brought it up there must have been swift;
It doesn’t matter I only got one Christmas gift.

As long as that star shines on top of my tree,
That alone is gift enough for me.”
And it was then that the Christmas Spirit,
Knew that he had found the nail’s head – and hit it.

So he explained to the boy who he really was,
And when he was finished there was a long pause.
“You mean I get one wish, free of charge?”
“Yes,” said the Spirit, “How small or how large?”

What would you do if you had one wish for Christmas? One single wish, "...and x-nay on the wishing for more wishes." - Genie, Disney's Aladdin. What would you wish for? Will you wish for something on your Christmas wish list? Or will you wish for something for your family members or your special friend? Will you wish your boss would disappear, or that your boss could have the best retirement of his life? WIll you wish that you took over the world? Or will you wish for the world to be a better place?

What will you do if you had one wish for Christmas? Think about it. And, if you have a blog and are reading this, I tag you to answer this question. It's not a meme. Just answer the question as truthfully as possible.

I don't know why I put my Christmas wishlist on my blog. Now, despite the postscript, people are trying to give me stuff. Although I don't really mind, I just don't feel right. Just because I post my Christmas wishlist online, I get my Christmas dreams fulfilled? What makes me so special? And I... with my small gifts... how can I compare?

Thanks to all the people who sent me gifts already: JX, KW and ZQ. Thank you so much. I never realised that some of my friends would do this for me. I never realised that some of my Christmas wishlist could be fulfilled. Thank you.

Rememer, answer the question. What would you do with one wish on Christmas?

The boy thought for a moment, then made up his mind.
“Christmas,” he said, “if you’d be so kind
As to give this chance to my family and friends,
For each one wish for what they intend.”

The Spirit was shocked, confounded and stunned.
“Wouldn’t you like to have something more fun?
Something for yourself, perhaps,
Army toy soldiers, or that thing with the flaps?”

“Thank you so much, but it’s really okay,
I never had many toys to play anyway.
But this one special wish, for anything I want;
I can’t keep it all to myself; I can’t.

So by giving one wish to my family and friends,
I’m passing it on, and hoping it won’t have an end.”
And so Christmas was saved, and I hope you will learn
That giving is not something that you have to earn.

Christmas day is here once more...

[Quote of the post] Forget regret or life is yours to miss. - Rent
[Song of the post] I wish everyday could be Christmas - Fairly Oddparents

Wow... it's a long time since I blogged... but now I have stuff to talk about.

Went to Boey's house today... quite fun... played Pokemon cards again with Kev... he's getting me hooked back on the game. I wish I could find the computer version of the gameboy version of the TCG. *sigh* Boey has all these old games which, although outdated an still pixellated, still are quite fun. I also found it weird that, all the other times I couldn't stay late for any gathering, and this time I was the last person to leave. It's just... weird.

Brought my TNN pic to Boey's house. The title is still not coloured, so I guess it didn't have the impact I intended. Still, no stupendously overwhelming reactions from KW or Zhang (which I expected) or Boey or Peter or Weihua (which I did not)... which means I failed in five out of twenty-seven. *sigh* And browsing Popular with "How to Draw Manga" is not improving my spirits at all.

Oh, my mom borrowed a The Justice Society of America compilation and I just finished it today. The art is mind-boggling (and another blow to my ego) but the storyline is fantastic. It's surely from the Silver Age of DC comics. And I know who Mr. Terrific is now, Gid. Ha. And I've got ideas for TNN now. AND ARGH THERE'S ONLY TWO WEEKS KEFT AND I'M STILL NOT DONE! *sigh*

I feel so... *sigh*... Christmas is coming... which means holidays are ending... camp is drawing closer... and TNN is far from finished...

I don't know why, but I've made a Christmas wish-list. Not like I'm going to get more than 1% of this list fulfilled, but here goes:

1. A toy. I haven't gotten one since I was P5. I've been getting books and ang paos because when you get older that's the stuff you get for Christmas. *sigh*
2. A Vs. System starter deck.
3. A couple of Vs. System booster packs.
4. A scanner.
5. A PS2, so I can get
6. X-Men Legends II: Rise of Apocalpse, and
7. Marvel vs. Capcom II.
8. The computer version of the Gameboy version of the Pokemon TCG.
9. A deck of Pokemon TCG.
10. Better art skills. This is obviously something I won't be getting this Christmas.
11. Better writing skills. This is obviously something else I won't be getting this Christmas.
12. The Chronicles of Narnia.
13. A ticket to the movie The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe.
14. Snow.
15. A cute little dolphin plushie.
16. An Acara. o_O
17. A cat. O_O Or a kitten. O_O
18. My MSN 7.5 to work.
19. A hassle-free, fun Christmas.
20. I just wish everyone to have a Merry Christmas.

Now you try. I didn't know it would be so hard to make a list like this; I thought it would go on for pages and pages.

P.S. If you're wondering what to get me for Christmas and happened to chance upon this list, please DON'T GET ME ANYTHING. Because what I'm getting you, it's probably similar to a lump of coal, no matter what Boey says. Thanks for the idea, but you don't need to spend money on me. Just... have a Merry Christmas!

Thinking about thinking

[Quote of the post] "Their universe is still very young, and its god is still a child. But it is too soon to judge them; when We return in the Last Days, We will consider what should be saved." -Epilogue, 3001: A Space Odyssey
[Song of the post] If I Lived in TV - Fairly Oddparents

Hohoho... and it's not even Christmas yet.

Well, last night I had an interesting discussion with Demel about thought processes and his perception of certain other people. He doesn't want me to post the conversation here, on the grounds that someone might actually learn something (and I respect that), but I'm still going to discuss some stuff here anyway.

Well, because of a certain incident yesterday, Demel said he questions the stuff going on inside Person A's head. This led to an interesting debate on logic and thought, but here's the stuff I learned:

Thought encompasses all other thought processes and facts, like observation, logic, experience, knowledge, etc. And that in different people, since their observations, logic, experiences, knowledge etc. are all different, so their thought is different too, from person to person.

Also, you can tell a person's character by what they say. Demel typed one line yesterday that proved to be the judgement-breaker. And that's also why Chapter 38 of TNN is my favourite, even though it isn't much of a plot object. It's so stereotypical that people act similarly in similar circimstances and situations; it sure helps writers a lot. XD

Well, I finished 3001 today, and like I said before, Arthur Clarke is a science-fiction genius. Science fiction is (in my opinion) one of the hardest genres to write in, because even your imagination is confined to the limits of physics. Clarke does it tremendously well. I also like his opinion that almost 90% of the human population is insane to a certain extent.

Oh wells. I'm missing Daniel's birthday celebration tomorrow because I have tuition. Gah. So, Happy Birthday Daniel, and I'll pass you your present a.s.a.p. =)

Stay happy!

Seasons of Love

[Quote of the post] Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes - how do you measure a year in the life?
[Song of the post] Seasons of Love - Rent
[Site of the post] www.rentmoviesoundtrack.com

COMPANY
525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear.
525,600 minutes - how do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee.
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
In 525,600 minutes - how do you measure a year in the life?
How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love.
Seasons of love.

SOLOIST 1
525,600 minutes! 525,000 journeys to plan.
525,600 minutes - how can you measure the life of a woman or man?

SOLOIST 2
In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried.
In bridges he burned, or the way that she died.

COMPANY
It's time now to sing out, though the story never ends
Let's celebrate remember a year in the life of friends.
Remember the love!
Remember the love! Remember the love!
Measure in love.
Seasons of love! Seasons of love.

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Thanks to Gid for directing me to the site. He watched the movie in the US.

Well, obviously, this has started me thinking about life (again...). Sure it's getting boring, but hey, it's my blog isn't it?

K, yesterday, I was with my family at Parco, and when we were leaving, I held the door open for this pretty lady, and when she said "Thank you!"... I didn't reply! I dunno what came over me... I mthink I was busy angsting about something at that moment as well. Gaah, and she said it with this sweet voice that sounded like she really meant it... and I didn't acknowledge it! Argh.

She's one of the few sincere "Thank you!"ers I've held doors open for, but I rudely didn't return the favour with a "You're welcome!" And it's been more than 24 hours and I still can't get over it.

I just realized that this post would be better as my End Of Year post, but since it's here already...

Well, back to the "It's got me thinking"part... After listening to this song so many times it's now stuck in my head and disrupting my concentration to write, I realized that this is the most meaningful song I've heard in a long long time. While Disney songs usually revolve about one aspect of life, this song talks about life itself. The way I see it, it's telling us to be more pessimistic; how incidental that today's Disney movie, Dinosaur, has a theme about the same thing.

Remember, how on my 100th post I read through my blog from beginning to end? Well, I saw my life go from happyhappyhappy! to Gaah-not-again and why-must-this-happen-to-me...why? Now, I'm gonna try to turn myself back to the bright side -- try to be overall happy again. Hmm... not yet though. It'll make a excellent New Year Resolution - together with that 1024-by-768 that I saved from last year - and my current TNN arc needs the angst right now... so... sorry to have gotten your hopes up.

OH well. Remember the love. Measure your year in love.

A Space Odyssey

[Quote of the post] Some journeys take you far from home. Some adventures lead you to your destiny.
[Song of the post] Be Our Guest - Beauty and the Beast

Arthur C. Clarke is truly the prophet of the space age. I only read 2001 and I'm halfway through 3001, but it's one of the best science-fiction novels I have ever read. I know there's a 2061; I'm trying to get my hands on that too.

The Odyssey series (the one's I've read, anyway) are excellent books. Clarke's description makes it seem like you're really in the world. And what a world it is! It's like... he's been thinking and thinking for days! He's like created a whole new world... complete with transportation, politics, art, philosophy... It's like J. K. Rowling and Harry Potter. I gotta learn to write like him. What's more, when he gets technical, it doesn't feel like he's being technical... maybe because it's because it's in the sci-fi genre... oh wells.

I've been browsing through deviantart recently. Some of those artists are just superb. It's sad that some really realistic artists don't get any credit these days. Most can't even find a job. For most, I guess it's just a hobby; but man! what a hobby! I dunno why, but for some reason I like creating something out of nothing; doing something no one else has done before.

Anyways, it's been 12 HBOT sessions and my hearing hasn't improved. So I'm off it, and taking vitamin B and some ginko tablets for two months instead. The alternative is a thousand-dollar brain-scan. I'll go with the ginko.

Nothing much to report... until next time then...

I had a dream...

[Quote of the post] When the world turns your back on you, you turn your back on the world. -Timon, The Lion King
[Song of the post] Part of your World - The Little Mermaid

I had a weird dream today. And when I say dream, I really mean nightmare. *shudders*

Okay, I forgot most of it, but I remember the freaky scary part. I remember that there's some killer or something who gave people second chances or something... but that's the vague part I don't remember so I'll skip that.

Then, somehow, I find myself aboard a terrorist bomb squad. I don't know why, but I remember packing my piano bag before that, and I remember that the car had some of my Silkair luggage bags in it. I remember that I was at the boot, helping a terrorist carry stuff, and I said, "Why do you want to bomb these people?" And the terrorist pulled out a gun and pointed it at my head.

As far as I could remember, I was a reluctant helper, so I didn't want to die. So the scene was all Hollywood drama type, when the bad guy's pointing a gun at his victim's head, and the victim's going like, "Please don't shoot me... c'mon... don't kill me..." But I guess the guy shot me, because I got cut-off mid-sentence and woke up with a start. I remember I drew a deep breath to remind myself that I was alive. The clock said five to five.

Okay, you say, it's a dream, it's over, stop worrying about it. Thing is, I never dream. NEVER. If you know about non-REM (Rapid Eye Movement) sleep, it's when your brain stops almost all activity... yeah, so I think I go through that, and I don't dream... I never wake up at night. I never woke so suddenly...

Another creepy thing was that the dream was so real... I woke up with my heart pounding... It was scary... It felt so real... I thought I'd died...

Creepy... Is it an omen? Am I seeing something in the future? Or maybe the past? Or was it just a dream...

Well, on to more light-hearted, less creepy things. Went to see the exhibit at Wheelock Place today with Zhang, Kev and Boey. The photographs were amazing; I can't believe that French person took 3 years to compile them. Some of the shots were spectacular. The exhibit was to reinforce the arts scene in Singapore, and to alert the public about the harm we are causing to the environment.

Funny thing is, the movie I watched today in Hyperbaric was also about the same thing. The Day after Tomorrow had the same theme: we're destroying all out natural resources too quickly. The exhibit said we are going through Earth's eighth worldwide extinction, and it's not meteors that did it, it's us. Humans.

What will it take for mankind to wake up from the delusion they live in. Our world is dying. Do you need massive tornadoes in Los Angeles, hailstorms in Tokyo, and superstorms all over the northern hemisphere which freezes everyone to death before you start conserving? Humans always needed drasticity to wake them up. If they did happen, don't say we didn't warn you. There's been thousands of people alerting you to the plight of our world, and even a movie with stunningly amazing effects to show you what might happen if we continue like this.

Remember, this planet is all we've got.

Mental Note of Movie I've Watched during HBOT:

1. The Day after Tomorrow
2. The Lion King
3. Indiana Jones: Raiders of the Lost Ark
4. The Medallion
5. War of the Worlds
6. Operation Desert Storm (Documentary)
7. Batman Begins
8. Little Mermaid 2: Return to the Sea
9. Mission: Impossible
10. Bourne Supremacy
11. Shrek 2
12. Incredibles

Burnt Sausages

[Quote of the post]
"It's like everyone's watching you..." -Princess Eta
"...Waiting for you to screw up." -Flik
A Bug's Life
[Song of the post] When I see an Elephant Fly - Disney; Cliff "Ukelele Ike" Edwards

Yeowch. Argh. It hurts. Bad.

I dropped a plate of hot macaroni onto myself tonight. As luck would have had it, it just had to land between my legs. Lots and lots of burning hot macaroni between your legs is not a good thing.

The real reason I got burnt so bad was that I was trying to help my mom. I knew that if I jumped up and got macaroni all over the floor she'd flip, so I just kept screaming from where I was seated. I've got molten pasta all over me, and I hear her say, "Stand up if it's too hot, then!" She's putting the remnants of my bowl on the table. I couldn't believe she just said what she just said, so I stay put. For three more seconds. Then I fly off the couch and let the pasta fall to the floor. And then what does my mom say? "Hey!, Why'd you do that?" >_< Anyway I watched A Bug's Life today. I think it was the first movie I ever watched, so I forgot most of it already. Anyway, refreshing my memory on one of the best movies ever with superb animation for its time was certainly very fun. Except for the macaroni thing. Gaah.

Nothing much has happened lately. Oh, yeah, I made Hua's present, and it looks better than anything I've ever done before. I may post it after his party on the 5th, but I don't think so, since it's his present after all.

Mental note of movies watched during HBOT:

1. War of the Worlds
2. Operation Desert Storm (Documentary)
3. Batman Begins
4. Little Mermaid 2: Return to the Sea
5. Mission: Impossible
6. Bourne Supremacy
7. Shrek 2
8. Incredibles

K, catcha next time.