Different yet Exactly the Same

[Quote of the post] "You know Beyond Borders? It's Kinokuniya." --Jarrel Seah
[Song of the post] Hard for me to say Sorry - Chicago

Everybody's different. You've probably heard that a thousand times before, from Disney, from your teacher, from your parents. Everybody's different, with each of their own specialties, distintive qualities, uniqueness. Not even identical twins are totally congruent. People just... do different things. Life is unfair; some people get more than others.

So why does the world expect otherwise? Why can't you do this; he can! What is the reason for expecting everyone to perform the same task, do the same thing, act the same way? Sometimes it's out of their capabilities; there's nothing you can do about that. If he can do it, so can you! No I can't. I'm not like him. I'm different.

So why do some people want to be like other people? Does it have anything to do with democracy? Where the majority is always "right"? Does it have anything to do with the fact that if you're different, you're the minority, you're "wrong"? That could explain it.

So why do people like comparing? Why confuse yourself with the shades of grey, when there are only two distinct sides? You're good, but not good enough. Can't anybody just be good? Must they be better? Why can't a movie just be great, why must it be better than something else? Why can't this food just be good, why must you say it's not as good as the one I ate before. Can't you just be on one end of the river? It's hard enough without people judging how close you are to the bank.

Same difference.

After ATC

Wargh, just got back from ATC and it's horrible and my body is aching all over but it's not as horrible as I expected it to be which is nice and we didn't get any scolding or pushups but I'm still really tired and I'm happy I'm home and I get to eat proper food again yay!

Good Day(s)

[Quote of the post]
Me: "I don't really care about it anymore, sir."
Sir (jokingly): "You're my hero."
[Song of the post] Love Me - Collin Raye / Good Day - The Click Five

If you get there before I do,
Don't wait up for me.
I'll meet you when my camp is through;
I don't know how long I'll be.
But I'm not gonna slow you down,
So please don't wait for me.
And between now and then,
Until I see you again,
I'll be loving you.
Love, Me.

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Good Day - The Click Five

I woke up early in my hotel room
Wait for my alarm to go
I think about the things I've gotta do
D*mn my mind is gonna blow

I'm freaking out about what's ahead
Maybe I'll just stay in bed
Cause it's no fun to be the one
Going out of my head
So I tell it to myself again

You're looking for something you can't find
If you give it up you'll lose your mind
There's always something in your way
But what can you say
You're gonna have a good day

I quit my job about a week ago
Told them that I need some time
Now I'm going strong on Lexapro
Doctor says I'm doing fine

I'm freaking out about what's ahead
Maybe I'll just stay in bed
Cause it's no fun to be the one
Going out of my head
So I tell it to myself again

You're looking for something you can't find
If you give it up you'll lose your mind
There's always something in your way
But what can you say
You're gonna have a good day

Just when I thought
I couldn't lose
I realized it's the only thing
I knew
Oh

I'm freaking out about what's ahead
Maybe I'll just stay in bed
Cause it's no fun to be the one
Going out of my head
So I tell it to myself
Tell it to myself
Tell it to myself again

You're looking for something you can't find
If you give it up you'll lose your mind
There's always something in the way

You're looking for something you can't find
If you give it up you'll lose your mind
There's always something in your way
But what can you say

You're looking for something you can't find
If you give it up you'll lose your mind
There's always something in your way
But what can you say
You're gonna have a good day
You're gonna have a good day
You're gonna have a good day

The Centre of the Universe

Oh no I'm becoming like Michael Wee. x_x

The Centre of the Universe

But I'm always here, if you want me -
For I am the centre of the universe.

Reading. Another story of joy
And laughter. And I find myself
Not in it.

And then I tell myself, I don't have
To be. "Self-worship kills," says
Mister John Proctor Wong
And I know it must be so.

Like the no-smoking sign
Which boldly proclaims "LOOK HERE"
Like the drunk time-past actor
Getting his name in the tabloids
Like the endangered species of tiger
Crying out for attention

And I much keep reminding myself
That I am NOT the centre of the universe
There are five billion, nine-hundred
ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred ninety
nine other people out there
(give or take a few thousand or so)
And they can have friends
That are not me

That the world revolves around the sun
And though I have a father
I am no bright shining star
To light the path

Confusingly
I hypocrite myself
These verses, all above
Nothing but me, me, me
Myself and Irene
Lost
In the centre of the universe

So don't look for me
I will be there
Don't call for me
I will answer
Buy maybe, from a place far away.

But I'm always here, if you want me -
For I am the centre of the universe.

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The Centre of the Universe by Paul Durcan

Pushing my trolley about in the supermarket;
I am the centre of the universe;
Up and down the aisles of beans and juices,
I am the centre of the universe;
It does not matter that I live alone;
It does not matter that I am a jilted lover;
It does not matter that I am a misfit in my job;
I am the centre of the universe.

But I'm always here, if you want me -
For I am the centre of the universe.

I enjoy being the centre of the universe.
It is not easy being the centre of the universe
But I enjoy it.
I take pleasure in,
I delight in,
Being the centre of the universe.
At six o'clock a.m. this morning I had a phone call;
It was from a friend, a man in Los Angeles;
"Paul, I don't know what time it is in Dublin
But I simply had to call you:
I cannot stand LA so I thought I'd call you."
I calmed him down as best I could.

But I'm always here, if you want me -
For I am the centre of the universe.

I had barely put the phone down when it rang again,
This time from a friend in Sao Paulo in Brazil:
"Paul - do you know what is the population of Sao Paulo?
I will tell you: it is twelve million skulls.
Twelve million pairs of feet in one footbath.
Twelve million pairs of eyes in one fishbowl.
It is unspeakable, I tell you, unspeakable."
I calmed him down.

But I'm always here, if you want me -
For I am the centre of the universe.

But then when the phone rang a third time and it was not yet 6.30 a.m.,
The petals of my own hysteria began to wake up and unfurl.
This time it was a woman I know in New York City:
"Paul - Ney York City is a Cage",
And she began to cry a little over the phone,
To sob over the phone,
And from five thousand miles away I mopped up her tears.
I dabbed each tear from her cheek
With just a word or two or three from my calm voice.

I'm always here, if you want me -
For I am the centre of the universe.

But now tonight it is myself;
Sitting at my aluminium double-glazed window in Dublin city;
Crying just a little bit into my black tee shirt.
If only there was just one human being out there
With whom I could make a home? Share a home?
Just one creature out there in the night-
Is there not just one creature out there in the night?
In Helsinki, perhaps? Or in Reykjavik?
Or in Chapelizod? or in Malahide?
So you see, I have to calm myself down also
If I am to remain the centre of the universe;
It's by no means an exclusively self-centred automatic thing
Being the centre of the universe.

I'm always here, if you want me -
For I am the centre of the universe.

Bed of Lies

No I would not sleep in this bed of lies
So toss me out and turn in
And there'll be no rest for these tired eyes
I'm marking it down to learning
I am

I don't think that I can take another empty moment
I don't think that I can fake another hollow smile
It's not enough just to be lonely
I don't think that I could take another talk about it

Just like me you got needs
And they're only a whisper away
And we softly surrender
To these lives that we've tendered away

No I would not sleep in this bed of lies
So toss me out and turn in
And there'll be no rest for these tired eyes
I'm marking it down to learning
I'm marking it down to learning
Cause I am

I don't wanna be the one who turns the whole thing over
I don't wanna be somewhere where I just don't belong
Where it's not enough just to be sorry
Don't you know I feel the darkness closing in

I tried to be more than me
And I gave till it all went away
And we've only surrendered
To the worst part of these winters that we've made

No I would not sleep in this bed of lies
So toss me out and turn in
And there'll be no rest for these tired eyes
I'm marking it down to learning
I'm marking it down to learning

I am all that I'll ever be
When you - lay your hands
Over me but don't go weak on me please
I know that it's weak
But God help me I need this

I will not sleep in this bed of lies
So toss me out and turn in
And there'll be no rest for these tired eyes
I'm marking it down to learning
I'm marking it down to learning
cause I am

Haven! <3

[Song of the post] Bed Haven of Soundtrack Lies - Matchbox Haven Twenty (Youtube Warning!)

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Forever and ever

Pooh, there's something I have to tell you
Is it something, nice?
Not, exactly
Then it can wait
It can, for how long?
Forever and ever

Forever and ever
Is a very long time Pooh
Forever isn't long at all
When I'm with you

I wanna call your name, forever
And you will always answer, forever
And both of us will be
Forever you and me
Forever and ever

I wanna stay like this, forever
If only I could promise, forever
Then we could just be we
Forever you and me
Forever and ever

Forever and ever
Is a very long time Pooh
Forever isn't long at all, Christopher
When I'm with you

I wanna be with you, forever
I want you right here beside me, forever
One thing you should know
No matter where I go
We'll always be together
Forever and ever

Perfect.

[Song of the post] Perfect - Simple Plan

How.

How can you know and yet not do. How can you be conscious of the fact that you can do something, you should do something, you MUST; and yet not do it. How can you know what should be done, yet be unable to do it.

How.

Three weeks ago (was it really that long?) I did something really bad. I tried avoiding people because I couldn't trust myself. But people still came to me, to help me. I thank them. And they mostly said about the same thing: that I was too perfectionist; that I was trying to be too "saintly".

And why not? After all the books, after all the movies, after all the stories and games and television shows, how can you not try to be? After the countless tales of the error of human nature, after all the evil overlords and wicked stepsisters, how can you not try and change yourself, become "better"?

I hobbled up to class today because my muscles were still very weak and I couldn't walk very properly. I used an umbrella as a walking stick. And someone, I will not say who, someone said, "C'mon, stop acting lah. We all know you like acting, so just give me the umbrella and let's go."

Why would he say that. He wouldn't say that unless I gave him reason to say that. I act too much? I'm not serious? I'm a fraud.

Or maybe I'm just like the puritans, trying to rid myself of some evil that doesn't exist and eventually falling into that evil myself. And in the case of what one should do, I shouldn't be doing this right now, this is just stupid; I have galaxies of homework I have to do and besides, normal people don't worry about stupid things like this. Normal people don't think about being perfect and holy and all that rubbish, so why should I. Why am I.

Why.

Gauntlets of Ogre Strength +3

[Quote of the post] "I'm not str... not strong enough." --Mr. Incredible
[Song of the post] Canon in D - Rock Version

I'm not strong enough. I never was strong enough.

Another fever, another twenty-four hours of mind-wrecking muscle pains. Even now, my arms are still so fragile, my legs so weak...

Weak...

I fell sick again on Friday. Sore throat and sneezing in the morning, but that Friday was going to be a wonderful day. I told myself, I must be strong. I went to school.

I ignored the chill winds of the air-conditioning. Ignored the increasing lethargy in my limbs. Ignored the slowing down of my mind. I kept ploughing on, through the day, because that day was supposed to be great. And I couldn't fall sick, because the next day was very important.

An hour before school ended, I had a slight fever. I was sent home. Maybe I shouldn't have sat in the air-con 74. At least I didn't fall asleep and end up in Thomson.

I took lunch at home. The hot food made me sweat. My mom couldn't tell if I had a fever because I was sweating too much. Hmm. Maybe if I got well in time, I could still go for the Math seminar. I went to sleep for an hour to recover. Kev called me; I woke up. He asked if I was going. I thought for a bit. Which is more important? FPS > Math seminar. Alright then, I'll forsake today. I should go rest so that I won't be sick tomorrow.

I woke up again at about 4.30pm. It was cold. But the sun was shining... oh no. Fever. And it suddenly wrapped itself around me, a chill so cold I curled into a ball. Shivering, trembling, I cried out. My mom brought me to my bed. It was so cold...

I took medicine. The fever started to subside. That was good. Then there was something else. Something started rising in my legs. A pain, a burning pain... I couldn't move for the unbearable pain. I kept shouting. The pain was too much. I couldn't take it. My mom told me to keep quiet and stop wailing. It was irritating. I couldn't take the pain. I couldn't. I was too weak...

At night, I thought I could make it for FPS training. No, it was too cold. I could barely speak; my teeth chattered and my words stuttered. I let them know I couldn't come, but I was worried. What would happen the next day if I couldn't make it? I had to know. I had to be strong; I had to heal myself by tomorrow or - argh, the p-pain... th-the c-c-cold...

I called them. I had to know. And when I spoke to them, their voice, their words of care and concern, the soothed the pain, they brought the warmth... and then they had to go. I had to hang up, and the warmth was gone; I was plunged back into the dark nightmare of writhing pain and freezing cold.

That night before I slept, in my fever-induced-delusion, I thanked everyone. I thanked everyone I knew who was worrying about me, who was caring for me, so that, in the slightest chance that I didn't make it...

But I did. The next morning, my fever had gone. My muscle aches only hurt if I exerted them. I could go for the FPS competition. I wouldn't be letting the team down, wouldn't be letting Mr Azmi down. They all put too much into the dream for me to dash it against the rocks just because I got sick.

I got there. A little late, but there nonetheless. I managed to hobble around the campus with my "hurricane". We did the problem. It went quite well, whatever Zhang says. The team postponed the FPS lunch to a time when I got better. So I had to go home.

But I didn't want to. That was where all the cold and pain was. But I had no choice. So I went home, and slept. Had lunch, then slept again. All the way through, until... it got cold again. Mild fever. Too cold... couldn't move... And then I started worrying. If I have fever now, that means that I'm still not well, which means that this morning I still wasn't well, which meant that I could have passed my virus on to anyone of my friends. I wanted to call, to see if they were alright, but then I hesitated. That would be stupid.

And so I have mild fever relapses throughout the night. This morning, though, I'm fine, except for my nose (which still runs) and my muscles, which are still sore.

I still have half a world of homework to finish. My arms still ache and my head still hurts, so getting through them isn't really easy. Coupled with the fact that I could have another fever relapse at any moment...

I'm not strong. I'm weak. My body is weak; my mind is weak; my soul is weak... I'm not strong, desperately clinging on to straws that might help me, supported by other, bigger, better, stronger people. And how am I supposed to help other people, if I'm not strong enough to help myself.

I am.

I am the pencil that draws curtains and breath
pictures and comics and colours of death

I am the sensor that tries hard to feel
yet emotions I project may not be real

I am the fire causing you and me pain
spluttering and crying teardrops in the rain

I am the story which knows what I should do
but reality has a different point of view

I am who I am, but not who I should be
the thunder of lightning and the crash of the sea
Of fragments and layers like broke glass and ogres
I am inside me a world full of monsters

Choices

[Quote of the post] “There’ll come a moment for you to do the right thing.” –Elizabeth Swan
“I love those moments. I like to wave at them as they pass by.” –Captain Jack Sparrow, Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest
[Song of the post] Pirates of the Caribbean Soundtrack

There’ll come a moment for me to do the right thing.

Choices are hard. Choosing is essentially putting something above another. And… I… just…can’t… do… that… x_x

But decisions have to be made. You can’t walk both paths at the same time. One has to be chosen over the other. To be put in priority while the other shifted back, away from the spotlight.

This is the second decision I’ve been torn apart over in the last two months. (Torn apart meaning I’ve spent more than ten minutes contemplating this; doesn’t count angsting.) The first one was a struggle; a struggle between the needs of six other people and my own needs. I chose my own. I still don’t know if it was the right thing to choose.

Second one was today. This one was about two different people’s needs, not my own. I had to choose one. I did. The person not chosen; he says it’s okay. But I can feel that it’s not okay. I still don’t know if it was the right thing to choose.

There’ll come a moment. Do the right thing.

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Dead Man’s Chest was AWESOME. Loved the plot, loved the characters, loved the effects, loved the dialogue, the humour, the twists… simply great stuff. I’m booking my World’s End tickets now, if you don’t mind.

No Way Out

[Quote of the post] "So that's what Park meant when he said, 'Oops I pless wrong button!'"
[Song of the post] No Way Out - Phil Colins - Brother Bear



Everywhere I turn, I hurt someone
But there's nothing I can say
to change the things I've done
I'd do anything within my power
I'd give everything I've got
But the path I seek is hidden
from me now

Brother Bear, I let you down
You trusted me, believed in me
and I let you down
Of all the things I hid from you
I cannot hide the shame
And I pray someone
Something will come,
To take away the pain

There's no way out of this dark place
No hope, no future
I know I can't be free
But I can't see another way
I can't face another day

The Reason

[Quote of the post] "You said the world doesn't need a saviour. But everyday, I hear people calling for one." -- Superman
[Song of the post] The Reason - Hoobastank

I'm not a perfect person
There's many things I wish I didnt do
But I continue learning
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know

I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you

I'm sorry that I hurt you
It's something I must live with everyday
And all the pain I put you through
I wish that I could take it all away
And be the one who catches all your tears
That's why I need you to hear

I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you

and the reason is you
and the reason is you
and the reason is you

I not a perfect person
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know

I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you

I've found a reason to show
A side of me you didn't know
A reason for all that i do
And the reason is you

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Daniel posted this song some time ago; I didn't recognize it then. I guess it kinda explains why I'm doing what I'm doing now.

Stay happy, don't worry about me.

I'm not here

[Song of the post] I'm Still Here (Jim's Theme) - Treasure Planet Soundtrack - John Rezenik

Welcome back to school. What a week it has been.

There’s been something that has been eating at me ever since Saturday. And now I got a lot more questions that won’t be answered.

Saturday: writing 周记 for the part about self reflection. It’s something like this: the mind is split into two parts, conscious and subconscious, right? And when we make decisions or do stuff the conscious part actively supplies reasons to do those things and make choices. But then we also know that the subconscious also, subconsciously, affects how we think and reason and decide. So, how can I know that whatever reason that I supply to my consciousness is the real, right reason, instead of an excuse by my subconscious to cover up the reason which it is supplying?

It’s like, you see a friend in trouble. Decision: help or don’t help. Help. Why? Reason: because he’s my friend, and I have to help him. How do I know that’s the real reason? What if that’s an excuse, a cover up, a lie, a fake reason supplied by the subconscious to hide the real reason. Because it’s the right thing to do. Because he will like me more. Because other people might see and praise me.

“Even the best decision, if made for the wrong reason, can be a bad decision…” –Governor Swan, Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl

How can I trust myself anymore? How do I know that whatever I do, whatever I decide, I’m doing it for the right reasons, and not for some selfish, personal, subconscious reason? How does the subconscious get populated anyway? With instincts, and with the other side of books, the darker side, it’s like whatever I read gets filtered and the evil sinks into my subconscious.

And what about doing something just because it’s the right thing to do? Every time I see a situation I’m like, what should I do now? And, if it’s with strangers, I’m scared I won’t do the right thing because it would feel so stupid. It’s like, whatever storybook situation, whatever fantasy solution, decision, action; in real life it would feel so stupid.

Monday and Tuesday: rushing Chinese scrapbook. By the early hours of Wednesday morning I was super tired and almost didn’t clear up the mess of newspapers and glue-stuck paper that was on my floor. And when I look at my scrapbook, it looks really, really horrible. And all that effort I put into each article, it feels so wasted when you know that you’re not going to win anything anyway.

And then I ask myself why. Why didn’t I finish it earlier; why couldn’t I have done a better job? And I know the answers. Because I procrastinated. I didn’t feel like doing homework that day. Oh look, I finished this bit; I’ll do the rest tomorrow when I feel like it. A stupid conscious reason, influenced by subconscious feeling. It’s not like people don’t know what they should do. It’s just that they don’t do it.

Tuesday: Chemistry practical. Making crystals with different chemicals. I burnt through my sample on my first trial, and then exploded my boiling tube on the second one. And I stupidly touched a evaporating dish left over a Bunsen flame for fifteen minutes. My worksheets got splattered with a mixture of lead nitrate and distilled water, and I got crystals that looked like gold dust.

You know what it’s like to be bad at something? I’m always the slowest doing chem. prac. and I’m always rushing to clean up at the end. I keep making mistakes; keep messing up stuff; it’s sick being a colour-blind chemist; and I’m always one of the last.

This has nothing to do about you being better than me. When you’re really bad at something in class, you’ll be behind. Alone. And I don’t like being alone. And when you’re good, really good at something, you’re out there, in front, alone. And I don’t like being alone because when I am, my thoughts come out to play.

Why can’t everyone be the same? Then there’d be no discrimination, no loneliness… but if everyone was the same the world would be boring. There wouldn’t be life. The world never works out to be what you want it to be.

Wednesday: Start of The Crucible by Arthur Miller in Language Arts B. Wonderful. If there’s anything that can help my mood, it’s Literature. Mr. Wong started out with the themes, which was stuff about “purification” and “separating the good from the bad” and “inner demons” and whatnot. He said that when people go through difficult situations, their true colours show. And about Proctor fighting his inner demons, which everyone has, and nobody is perfect, and whether and how you fight your imperfections that makes you who you are. Thank you Herrick, you made me laugh.

Thursday: Philosophy of Disipline with (some other) Mr. Wong. Started on what philosophy is and was, and about three great philosophers of ancient times. Philosophy is about questioning the fundamentals of the universe we live in. That’s probably what I’m doing now.

Watching The Crucible in Language Arts A. The actress for Abigail looks a bit like Keira Knightly. More inner demons. Abigail is just… horrible. But Parris and Hale aren’t any better.

Poetry in Language Arts B. The wonderful thing about Literature poems is that they’re almost never happy and they almost never rhyme. I’m probably a boy in a bowler hat.

PC lesson was switching around seats with Mr. Quek. There’s an old saying which goes, “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it”. Now I’m right at the back. Well, not right at the back, but still far away from the board. And further away from you.

Then there was the whole Boey-Kevin episode which was… it wasn’t really frustrating, just… there. And I don’t think I’ll ever understand either of them.

At night, talking on the phone. First trying to comfort Boey, then confiding in Zhang. I don’t think I went about the right way doing it. I didn’t do anything to help him. I think I actually fed more coal to the fire. And then Zhang. I didn’t want to tell him. But in the end it just came out. Everything – well, almost everything – in this post. I told him (and Kev) the same thing: don’t worry about me, I’ll deal with it. Turns out I can’t. Am I that weak.

Friday: Youth Day celebrations. First people mocking me about my flowery shirt. Then I followed Boey around the entire school campus because I was afraid he might throw himself off. I know what it’s like to be alone. I know what it’s like to be alone and be thinking horrible thoughts. I know what it’s like to say you want to be alone, where in actual fact every cell in your body is screaming, stay and talk to me. That’s what I did. Or at least tried to. It didn’t work as well as I thought it should.

Then Pre-IP Symposium. Mr. Alistair Chew made this really long (and angsty) keynote address about the past 2000 years of human history. And he mentioned Isaac Newton’s Law of Finance: If you make big money, people will come to you. And that’s the basis of the entire world today. Which is totally stupid. My dad talked to me about globalization today, and all its problems come from Newton’s Law of Finance. It’s money that’s making the world go round. It’s money that’s now a basic necessity: without money you can never survive. You could be roaming an Indian marketplace totally starving and totally bankrupt, but then pull out a plastic card and Hey Presto! Ten thousand birds. Then there’s this quote from the Fragile Forest in the Singapore Zoo: “After every tree has been cut down, after every river has been drained, after every animal has been killed, then you will realize that money cannot be eaten.”

Then there’s the symposium itself. I don’t like politics. Let those who like it go do it. I don’t even know why people bother to read, let alone write, 127-page reports. And the teacher-in-charge is encouraging us to “write a resolution which appeals to our country’s interests”. Right. How are we supposed to solve world problems if each and every single diplomat is trying to twist the resolution so it benefits himself and his country? How are we supposed to help people if everyone is being selfish?

Saturday: Geography field trip. It seems like a very rush job. They didn’t really tell us much in advance, and they didn’t really give us much time there to measure stuff. Oh well. Mrs. Sim is really a very good teacher. And Mr. Davies has an Elmer Fudd accent.

On the bus home via Nanyang Funfair. I couldn’t go because I had tuition. I would have love to have gone. Really. But when you think of everyone, rightly, parent’s interests should come before self. And that’s just what I did. Sorry I couldn’t come. Hern Hern says she’s going to Photoshop me into the picture; I find that really amusing.

And tuition itself. Chinese oral is two weeks away. I am really nervous and my vocabulary is nothing to write home about. I don’t want to fail Chinese. I don’t want to get left behind doing normal Chinese while everyone else stays with Higher Chinese. I don’t.

Sunday: Zhang invited me to go watch Superman Returns later today. Another “I would really love to go” event. Unfortunately, my mom gave an instant, outright no. Exams are coming (in four months time) and I have to study (even though they haven’t finished teaching yet). So Superman will have to return without me.

Week: I’ve been rather depressed and melancholic the past seven days. If you had the weight of a million thoughts crashing down upon your head, you would too. I won’t be talking to you much anymore. It’s related to the very first thing I mentioned in this post. I can’t account for my subconscious anymore. I don’t want to manipulate your emotions again.

“Oh… so this is no cowardly flight. You’re being noble.” -Phenias Nigellus, Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix

No, I’m not being noble. This is as cowardly as it can get. Telling you, through a blog, I don’t get to see your reaction, your response I would get if I told you face to face. I’m a coward, I’m afraid, I’m dangerous; leave me alone or I might hurt you.

I’m sorry.

To Do List

[Quote of the post] "They're more like guidelines, anyway." Elizabeth Seal, Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl
[Song of the post] HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL

There are so many things to do in this world. So many things, but so little time. There's skydiving, stargazing, bungee-jumping, fox-flying, spleunking, mountain-climbing...

It just seems that there isn't enough time to do everything in this world. Like stand-up comedy, brain surgery, climbing the Eiffel Tower. The first quarter of our lives are taken up by things like homework, while we could be doing things like 14th Century politics, astrophysics, comic-book art, applicational geometry...

...Spanish, oil-drilling, wind-surfing, human psychology. What are some of the things you've dreamed of doing? Rocket science, strolling down a moonlit Waikiki beach, managing a multinational corporation, shaking hands with a gorilla. Do you think you'll ever sit at the dining table at the White House? Or bounce among the craters on the moon?

What do you want to be when you grow up? A general practitioner, a lawyer, an opthamologist, an actor, a teacher, an anime artist? How many veterinarians do you know? Ever tried your hand at carbon dating? Even when you choose your career, do you know how many things you'll be missing out on? If you become a dietician, you'll probably never sample escargo. A mercenary will probably never know what it's like to sit in a country house and just relax. Is a novelist ever going to understand the beauty of colours?

What's all this about, you may ask. Well, I've just been thinking. Again. Why can't I do everything in this world? Why can't I experience everything there is to experience? What's it like to ride on the back of a dolphin; how do you pick a lock with a hairpin; how's it like to be stranded in the middle of the desert; what does the Statue of Liberty look like?

I don't know how to explain this. Talking with my friends today, I feel like I'm not doing enough, I'm not knowing enough of all that there is to know. What is Chinese pop; what's it like to get married; how does abalone taste like? What's it like to be in financial crisis; how do you do a split; what's "I love you" in Japanese? It's like I'm always the most out-of-place and then everybody's talking about something that I know absolutely NOTHING about and I feel so uncomfortable and then everybody thinks I'm quiet when in actual fact I don't know what to say.

IF I become an author, IF I become a scriptwriter, how am I to write if I don't experience? How do you program a computer; what's it like to get struck by lightning; how would you feel if you accidentally killed someone? You can only read, you can only imagine, but what about doing, about experiencing, about feeling? What's it like being teleported; how do you feel when you're giving a speech; what does zero-gravity feel like?

And it's not just good things. What is it like to go to war; what is it like to betray a friend; what is it like to lie and cheat? How would you feel on a pirate ship; how do you hack past firewalls; how is it when you take over the world? What's it like to have cancer; what's it like to speak a different language; what's it like to be colour-blind?

And then, after all the big things, after all the prowling with tigers and the crop circles and the Taj Mahal, how about all the small things. The brush of a girl's kiss; the hug of a good friend; the laugh of a family member. The smile of the old lady across the street, the hello from your next-door neighbour, the surprise visit from an overseas friend. The taste of hot cocoa, the feel of raindrops on your face, the shattering of glass. What's it like to stroke a cat; what's it like to own a PS2, what's it like to walk a dog.

So many things to do; when am I gonna do them all?

It's pronounced _meem_

[Quote of the post] 鱼说：你看不见我眼中的泪，因为我在水中。水说：我能感觉你的泪，因为你在我新中。
[Song of the post] I'll Be There For You - Friends Theme - The Rembrandts

Sigh... I've got such a big backlog... of memes. (Say meem. Makes it sound French =P)

1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of his/her perfect lover.
2. Mention the gender of his/her perfect lover.
3. Tag 8 victims to join this "game" and leave a comment on their blog.
4. If you are tagged a SECOND time, there's no need to do this again.
5. The most important thing: HAVE FUN DOING IT! (:

I'm not going to tag people because whoever I tag will probably have done this meme already. So.

1. Should love me too! Haha, most important of all! Should love me for who I am, not who she wants me to be.
2. Should understand me! Or at least try to =)
3. Should be able to cry on my shoulder, but be able to let me cry on her shoulder too T_T
4. Should trust me, and let me trust her
5. Should like to do adventurous stuff! Like skydiving and stargazing and crater-hopping and bungee-jumping and brain surgery and movie-watching and sightseeing and computer programming and food-tasting and art-drawing and stuff!
6. Should like reading! Yay, books!
7. OH YEAH! CATS! LOVE CATS! *MEW*
8. Should like hugs. *Huggles*

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#1 Full name? Uncle Edna. Gosh, you should know it by now.
#2 Name backwards? Ande Elcnu. Sounds Elvish. XD
#3 Were you named after anyone? I don't think so... But there's lots of great people who're called Kevin, like Wong, Costner, Kline, Garnett...
#4 Meaning of name? Kevin is a name of Gaelic and Irish origin which means "kind", "gentle" and "lovable". x) My Chinese name means something like, "wise and powerful" x) And just for fun: Edna is of Hebrew origin and it means "pleasure" o_O
#5 Nickname? Uncle Edna XD
#6 Screen name? Uncle Edna. It's my everywhere-nickname.
#7 Date of birth? 14th March 1991.
#8 Place of birth:? Singapore!
#9 Nationality? Singaporean!
#10 Current location? At home, in a chair, in front of my computer. I'd give you exact coordinates but I fear you've got a orbital ion cannon.
#11 Star sign? Pisces. A bit fishy, come to think of it...
#12 Religion? Freethinker! But I guess agnostic as well.
#13 Height? 176cm - taller than you, ha!
#14 Weight? 51.5kgs, last time I checked. Think that was last year.
#15 Shoe size? 9 1/2. It's absolute MURDER trying to find shoes that fit me.
#16 Hair colour? Black.
#17 Eye colour? I'm colour-blind, but I think it's really dark brown to the point that it's black.
#18 What do you look like? Normally.
#19 Innie or outie? What's that supposed to mean?
#20 Righty, lefty, or ambidextrous? Um, I'm right-handed. I wanna be ambidexterous though. x)
#21 Gay, straight, bi, or other? I'm bi and bi a straight, o-gay? -_-
#22 Best friends? MUHAHAHA I have so many friends I can never rank any of them as best x) Kev and Zhang would be the bestest bestest, though x)
#23 Best friend you trust the most? Haha, same as #22 - Kev and Zhang!
#24 Favourite pals: Unless friends and pals mean different things, this is a repeated question, buddy. o_O That means the same thing as friends too!
#25 Best friends of the opposite sex? Hern Hern, Louisa and Sufen. You three are the only girls I know anyways.
#26 Best buddies? NOW LOOK HERE! BUDDY = PAL = FRIEND = AMIGO = PENG YOU = ACQUAINTANCE = ANY OTHER SYNONYM YOU CAN THINK OF, OKAY?
#27 Boyfriend or girlfriend? None... yet. I'd rather have a girlfriend, though.
#28 Crush? None yet.
#29 Parents? What about them?
#30 Worst enemy? None that I know of! If you hate me, please let me know!
#31 Favorite on-line guys? Anyone who'd talk to me. x)
#32 Favorite on-line girls? Those three. x) Oh, my cousin comes online too, sometimes, but she doesn't talk much.
#33 Funniest friend? HAHAHA, do I count? Well, there's lots... hey! Almost everyone makes me laugh! That's good! =D
#34 Craziest friend? HAHAHA, do I count? We're all GEPs, so we're all crazy, right?
#35 Advice friend? HAHAHA, do I count? I don't usually ask for advice... and the ones I give myself are usually horrible.
#36 Loudest friend? HAHAHA, do I count? I dunno; am I too loud? x_x And I can't tell who's loudest - everyone talks!
#37 Person you cry with? HAHAHA, do I count?
#38 Any sisters? Nope. Wouldn't mind having one though. =)
#39 Any brothers? One. Younger.
#40 Any pets? Stripes! And Splashes! And Snuffles and Scarf and an unnamed Panda whose name is going to start with an 'S' sometime soon. x)
#41 A disease? Um, colour-blindness and flatfoot and myopia and there's this problem with my left ear...
#42 A pager? o_O I thought they don't have those anymore...
#43 A personal phone line? Not really.
#44 A cell phone? Nope. Shared with my bro.
#45 A lava lamp? I want one!
#46 A pool or hot tub? There's a big swimming pool outside my house but it's not mine.
#47 A car? I'd like one, yeah.
#48 Personality? That's a question I should be asking you. o_O
#49 Driving? People up the wall, yeah.
#50 Car or one you want? A compact hydrogen-powered hovercar.
#51 Room? It's big and white and really messy x_x I clean it up every fortnight or so.
#52 What's missing? Lol, Jun Yi's answer for this was HILARIOUS XD I dunno, my sanity, maybe.
#53 School? ACS(I)!
#54 Bed? I like it soft and fluffy! And after it rains; it's coolest then. ^^
#55 Relationship with your parents? Umph.
#56 Believe in yourself: Nope. I get stuck in great big existential quandries.
#57 Do you believe in love at first sight? I've never experienced it yet...
#58 Consider yourself a good listener: Sorry, what was that? x) Yeah, I hope so.
#60 Get along with your parents? Mostly.
#61 Save your e-mail conversations? You mean MSN? I haven't deleted a single non-spam email for quite a long time...
#62 Pray? Technically.
#63 Believe in reincarnation? I'll wait and see.
#64 Like to make fun of people? Not really. Only if the other person doesn't mind.
#65 Like to talk on the phone? I don't mind. I need human voice!
#66 Want to get married? Eventually... =)
#67 Like to drive? People bananas? I hope I don't do that often.
#68 Get motion sickness? Never. I mean, I move all the time, yah?
#69 Eat the stems of broccoli? MMM, BROCCOLI!
#70 Eat chicken fingers with a fork? Chickens don't have fingers.
#71 Dream in color? Um, colour-blind, remember? But yeah, I don't usually dream, but when I do, I think it's in colour...
#72 Type with your fingers on home row? I use this super weird methond that doesn't use the proper fingers at all o_O
#73 Sleep with a stuffed animal? Stripes! But only sometimes. I keep her in the cupboard so she won't get dusty.
#74 Right next to you? A pile of homework, music sheets, my pencil box, and a printer.
#75 On the walls of your room? Paint. Dust. My art gallery. A poster with the meanings of different ship flags.
#76 On your mouse pad? o_O You know what, I'm not using a mouse pad. O_o
#77 Your dream car? Like I said, I don;t usually dream... it's be orange though. x)
#78 Your dream date? The 42nd of Septemburary. With ice-cream. x)
#79 Your dream honeymoon spot? I dunno; anywhere nice I guess! It's a hard choice between skydiving over the Sahara Desert, a midnight dinner on the beaches of Waikiki, or spleunking in caves on the shores of Ireland.
#80 Your dream husband or wife? Someone I love!
#81 Your bedtime? Sometime at night. Usually just before I fall asleep.
#82 Under your bed? Drawers.
#83 The single most important question? How can I help you?
#84 Your bad time of the day? When I'm alone.
#85 Your worst fears? Myself.
#86 The weather is? An atmospheric condition. It's raining now.
#87 The time? 1:30am! Haha, I sleep later than you!
#88 The date? 24th June 2006. High School Musical starts in 36 hours.
#89 The best trick you ever played on someone? I put Stripes and Pink right next to Kevin when he was sleeping and when he woke up I said I had no idea how they got there. XD I think he figured it out lah.
#90 The weirdest food or drink that you like? Chips with ice cream. x) Yum.
#91 Theme song? Teen Titans! GO!
#92 The hardest thing about growing up? Getting older.
#93 Your funniest experience? There're so many...
#94 Your scariest moment? Sitting alone laughing and crying on my bed.
#95 The silliest thing you've said? I say a lot of silly things.
#96 The funniest or most desperate thing you've done to get the attention of the opposite sex? I'm not that interested or that funny... or that desperate.
#97 The scariest thing that's ever happened while with your friend(s)? I don't remember any.
#98 The worst feeling in the world? When you don't know what to say to a friend.
#99 The best feeling in the world? When you know that the people around you are happy. ^^
#100 5 people to do this quiz? You, you, you, you, and... you. Go!

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My teacher once said that
knowledge is a curse (or something like that).

Never in my life have I
jumped off a building, gone bungee jumping, kissed a girl, been a super hero, assassinated the president, drunk a hundred cups of chocolate milkshake, died, licked a cockroach, broken a world record... the list goes on...

The one person who can drive me nuts, but then can always make me smile
doesn't exist, because nobody drives me nuts.

When I'm nervous
my hands get all cold and sweaty. o_O

The last time I laughed was when
someone made me.

My hair is
really short and takes 5 minutes to dry after a shower. ^^

My feet are
flat. x_x

Last Christmas
I wrote this really nice poem and when I read it a couple of weeks ago I couldn't believe I wrote something like that.

When I turn my head left, I see
a wall.

When I turn my head right, I see
another wall. Sorry, my house isn't really interesting.

When i look down i see
the floor. *Sigh*

The craziest recent event was
trying to bring little kids around the zoo! They're so hyperactive and have such short attention spans. x_x

By this time next year
everyone I know will be that much older.

I have a hard time understanding
myself.

One time at a family gathering
the food was excellent. x)

You know I like-like you if
I uh, like-like you? So, what, I can love-love you too? This is so weird. (Haha Jun Yi's was HILARIOUS)

If I won an award, the first person I'd thank is
the person who gave the award to me, duh!

Triangles are
fun, metallic, the most stable shape in the world, three-sided, purple, but most important of all, pointy. x)

My ideal breakfast is
hot waffles with maple syrup and butter, and eggs and sausages and a glass of milk and a glass of orange or apple juice with a bowl of cereal.

If you make me really happy
I'll love-love you. XD

Where do you plan to visit anytime soon
Paris, Milan, Prague, Sydney, London, the Amazon, Egypt... anywhere x)

Boys are
not boys. They're gentlemen. -_-

I'd stop my wedding if
a giant comet crashed into Earth.

The world could do without
war, disease, famine, drought...

I'd rather lick the belly of a cockroach than
lick the belly of a rabid cockroach.

Most recent thing you've bought yourself
A chocolate milkshake.

Most recent thing someone else bought you
I think the most recent thing a friend bought me dates back to my birthday. Thank you all so much again!

My least favorite time of day is
when I'm alone.

And by the way, please hold on
If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again. If you need help, hang up, and then dial your operator.

The last time I was high
I ignored my surname. x)

The person whom I last talked to told me
Goodnight! That was two hours ago.

I shouldn't have
done so many things... but I've done them already, and I can't change that. x_X


Last night I
slept.

There's this girl I know who
helps out in SPMF.

There is this guy I know who
is a great and wonderful friend and I love him lots and lots. x)

I'll tell the next person who makes me really happy
something that will make him or her really happy.

I'm listening to
the sounds of a beetle buzzing in my shirt. Eeww, get it off me!

I last ate
a orange-flavoured ricola.

My bedsheet is
nice and cool now that it rained.

I smell
with my nose.

On my table, I have
a lot of stuff

My full name is
something you'd like to know but I will never tell you.

This quiz is
making me sleep at 2am in the morning.

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Name 10 of life's simple pleasures that you like most, and then pick 10 people to do the same. Try to be original and creative and not to use things that someone else has already used.

In no particular order:

1. Cool bedsheets. I can't emphasize this any more. Wait till it rains, the jump into bed with a pillow and a stuffed tiger. Bliss.
2. Chocolate. One of the best foods in the world, comes in many forms like milkshake, cake, milk...
3. The Internet. You can do so much more than you could fifty years ago. So much more knowledge, so much more information, so much more connection... it's just great.
4. Laughing. It's never bad to laugh; doing this for 15 minutes a day increases your lifespan.
5. Stuffed animals. I get Stripes or some other stuffed animal when I'm lonely and then I don't feel so bad.
6. Imagination. It's the only place where impossible truly is nothing.
7. Communicating. Words are just wonderful. They can make people laugh; they can make people cry; they can do all sorts of things.
8. Drawing. It's the doorway to let your imagination out.
9. Helping others. It's great to know that you're helping someone else, and you get this nice, warm, fuzzy feeling when they say "Thank You!"
10. Friends. I love my friends. I'm happiest with my friends. I don't ever want to be alone. x_x

Remember.

The Inner Workings of my Head

Um… hello? Is anyone here…?

Of course there’s somebody here, you idiot. The only way there’d be nobody in here is if you… lose your mind! Hahaha!

Yes, I’m always here. Unfortunately for you, he’ll always be here too.

Oh shut up.

Well, yes? Is there something else I – we – can help you with? Some other dilemma? Or just discussing your feelings?

Yes, yes, quick! Another tasty way to drag your ego into the dirt even further!

Must I really include him in this?

Unfortunately, yes. Much as I hate to associate myself with him, he is part of your mind, and besides, we don’t have any way of keeping him out.

*Sigh* All right. There’s something I need to… uh… talk… about.

Yes, go on…

It’s… about me. You. Us.

What about it? I mean, you. No, us. Sorry.

Well, I… *sigh* I need to know, y’know?

Nope. Bwahaha!

I need to know… want to… have to know why I’m… I’m like this. Why I’m the way I am. Why I think the way I do.

Hahaha! That’s it? Well, obviously the easiest answer would be fate! Because you are who you are: there’s no changing that! Haha!

But that won’t work for you, will it? You’ve always needed to know… did something happen? In school, or at home, or somewhere else…?

Well, I… Just look down.

Hmm…?

Look down. Go on, grab that rectangle over there on your right, and scroll down. Just… look at it. Look. Why do I do that? Why did I act the way I did then? Why did I feel that and that, when I should have been feeling that? And that, over there; that’s not a healthy emotion. Why did it even surface? Why-?

I see we are not going to get this done quickly. Oh well. Look, you are who you are because of me. Okay? Happy? Go think over that, and –

Come here, Kevin. Sit down, here, beside me. Look, I don’t know why you behave or think the way you do, but –

I do! And I know that it’s ALL YOUR FAULT!

My… my fault…?

Yeah, you know why? It’s because you’re extremist. Your mind is too fixed in this certain way that anything you categorize instantly becomes one or the other. And you know where you get this from? Your filthy little storybooks!

Wait, now… storybooks?

Yes, storybooks! Those sick little pages filled with thousands of words full of subliminal extremist messages. Haven’t you noticed? Every story has “the ultimate evil” and “the righteous good”, light and dark on opposite ends of the spectrum! All this permeated your tiny little brain and lucky for you, your parents raised you well enough that you should be on the “good” side.

Isn’t that good?

No, it’s not! Because in the real world, mister, there is no “ultimate evil” or “eternal justice” or whatever. You’ll have people killing for what they believe are noble reasons; you’ll have people donating money for the sole purpose of helping themselves. There is no “good” or “evil”, just people, humans and their flaws.

But he can live with that, can’t he?

But the thing is you CAN’T! The way I see it, your extremist mind already starts splitting people into “good” and “bad”. That’s why you see some people as being totally perfect, while others are incorrigible! You start to think your good friends won’t mind if you go and watch a movie without them, or –

Hang on, he did think about that, and he did feel really bad about it!

Yeah, and so what? He went to the movie anyway! Actions and intentions; there’s a great difference between the two!

Sounds like you’re pretty extremist yourself!

I said they were different, not extreme opposites! You think that with a simple expression –

How do we know that he’s extremist anyway! It’s not like anyone with a professional diagnosis –

Oh COME ON! Everything you’ve seen so far, doesn’t it OBVIOUSLY SHOW that this whelp has an extremist mindset? I mean, look at us! Hel-LO! You’re blue, and I’m red! Even this metaphysical representation of his own conscious thought processes has you on the good side and me as the –

Keep quiet! You’re scaring him…

I’m not scaring him! He’s scaring himself! Stupid, weak, disillusioned child. You’re not fit to survive in this world.

What are you saying?

I’m saying, with his current condition, he’ll never survive in the real world!

And why not? He’s… well… very charismatic and very friendly, and he knows how to interact with people… these are skills which will help him to survive in the real world!

Pah! Interact! Manipulate, more like. Another thing that derives from his filthy fiction. He keeps wishing for a happy ending, he believes so much in correct timing, he’s willing to lie just to get there! Do you know how disgusting that is? He’d do anything just to make his friend laugh, or to create some “happy fairytale” situation…

What about his other strengths? His creativity, his talent in art and writing, his ability to make people laugh; these are powerful tools which would enable him to–

What good are those tools if nobody needs them? Who’s going to need a laugh when they’re working? It’s a –

Every strength has a purpose. Everyone needs a laugh sometime or other.

And have you noticed that for every test that counts, that for every examination that matters, and especially for art and writing, he crashes and burns? Whatever society expects from him, he can’t deliver. Yeah, sure, he can conjure up a colourful assignment or speak with relative ease, but in an exam, there’re no colours, no speaking. What they want, he can’t give. He’s a glitch in the gears! He’s a square peg in a round hole; yeah he’ll go in but he won’t fit smoothly.

I think you’re being very pessimistic and unreasonable.

Oh yeah? Well let me tell you something. Everything has a purpose, like you said. I’m important too. You know why? Because I keep his ego in check! I’m the one who’s keeping him humble, I’m the one who’s keeping him modest, making sure he doesn’t get too big-headed for his own –

But by filling his head with false truths?

False truths?! Let me No idea how to handle children these statements and evidences mind being damaged beyond repair managed to isolate calm him down that one is only ever after ENDING

Stop… STOP IT! Will you two stop… stop everything… my head… it hurts… just stop… you’re making me… even more confused… just… GET OUT!

Yes… fine, I think you’ve had enough for one day. Go… play something. Have fun. Don’t think about this.

But remember, fun is only the escapist’s way out. We’ll always be here, and it’s only a matter of time before you come back to us…

That's What Friends Are For

[Quote of the post] The dream that you don't fight for will haunt you for the rest of your life.
[Song of the post] That's What Friends Are For - Dionne Warwick

And I never thought I'd feel this way
And as far as I'm concerned
I'm glad I got the chance to say
That I do believe I love you

And if I should ever go away
Well, then close your eyes and try to feel
The way we do today
And then if you can remember

Keep smilin', keep shinin'
Knowin' you can always count on me, for sure
That's what friends are for
For good times and bad times
I'll be on your side forever more
That's what friends are for

Well, you came and opened me
And now there's so much more I see
And so by the way I thank you

Whoa, and then for the times when we're apart
Well, then close your eyes and know
These words are comin' from my heart
And then if you can remember, oh

Keep smiling, keep shining
Knowing you can always count on me, for sure
That's what friends are for
In good times, in bad times
I'll be on your side forever more
Oh, that's what friends are for

Whoa... oh... oh... keep smilin', keep shinin'
Knowin' you can always count on me, for sure
That's what friends are for
For good times and bad times
I'll be on your side forever more
That's what friends are for

Keep smilin', keep shinin'
Knowin' you can always count on me, oh, for sure
'Cause I tell you that's what friends are for
For good times and for bad times
I'll be on your side forever more
That's what friends are for (That's what friends are for)

On me, for sure
That's what friends are for
Keep smilin', keep shinin'

I just want to thank everyone... all my friends... 'Cos you've always been there for me T_T

Mindwipe

[Quote of the post] You know what they say, burden a friend and soon you won't have any. -Rodney Copperbottom, Robots
[Song of the post] It's a mixture of jazz and funk, called "Junk".

My mom did something totally out of character on Saturday and rented a couple of VCDs from 6th Avenue Videoezy. So far, Wallace and Gromit: Curse of the Wererabbit and Robots have been EXCELLENT. They're both super funny and very nice. If you haven't watched either, go watch them NOW.

You know those sort of experiences that make you wish you had a time machine or memory eraser, so you could go back and experience it again?