Did this last night, but apparently didn't need it - or to be precise, didn't realise I should reverse the sentiment for today...now to see if I'll finish colouring it tomorrow, or next year.

...Yes, we'll set up that F1 comm, and just like the football, you'll never need hear of all this again. ^^;;

It's the 27th of June!

I'd said I wouldn't do anything about it for weeks, so naturally I rushed it out on the night itself.

Today we woke up very early after having slept very late, took public transport to the Zoo on the other side of the island, spent the whole day walking, took public transport back to the appropriate side, did a lot more walking, and finished up by lugging groceries home. If any part of the above sentence suggests that it was okay, it was not. We have to wake up very early again tomorrow, so the natural thing to do is to go to sleep early, being dead on our feet anyway, Y/Y? N! Obviously the correct answer is to waste my time doing this! I was searching for a ref to this specific style of headphones, and applauded the serendipity of the perfect one too possessing hands in just the right pose. Unfortunately, my inability to symmetrise is stronger than any ref known to man.

"Stimulus, response! Stimulus, response! Don't you ever think?"

• 18:12 Stood up last night by Williams and Nintendo. HONEY MUSTARD CHICKEN CREPE - DO NOT FAIL ME NOW. #
• 04:25 Well. Honey Mustard Chicken Crepe and Williams delivered. Here's looking at you, Nintendo...or is it HMX?! #
• 06:10 Talking about Williams, yes, F5ed headlines all day. F1. Bloody hell, eh? #

"Stimulus, response! Stimulus, response! Don't you ever think?"

• 22:32 If NelsonPiquet_ can do this, so can I! *dusts off twitter* #
• 22:32 @stereophilic I didn't know you were tweeting right behind me. #
• 23:52 ...Come on, Williams - stop holding out on that Podcast! #
• 01:15 Et tu, Nintendo? #

I'm getting kind of scared. Last night, we bought a tumbler, a jigger, and a bottle of vodka for stereophilic to finally fulfil her alcohol-intolerant bartender ambition. The first cocktail she made me was a...uh. The shooter more commonly known as C.O.Y.T. [Just mouse over for the url...] Except, all five shots in one glass at the same time.

Today, I woke up and she handed me a mug of orange juice for breakfast. I thought it was extraordinarily nice of her until I took a draught and realised it was a Screwdriver.

I've retyped my ill-fated and intensely belated birthday entry so many times I've lost count - but if I'm ever to wrap it up, I'd better do it before summer is over. stereophilic's birthday has been chronicled ages ago - and it was half a year after mine. *facepalm*

On Gaia, I am generally known as a kind of rabbit freak, a bunny addict, an obsessed collector of cute bunny peripherals. I'm not sure if I ever let slip that fact here, but let it be announced: I am weak against bunnies. If I had a totem animal that would probably be it, neurotic, highstrung, liable to kick it at any point of time. Turn back the clock to over half a year back - when my birthday arrived, I had no idea that she was planning a surprise. Of course, I was in the thick of several 10k-word essays then [one due on the day itself, no less], and I had no idea of anything, period. As it were, she had covertly planned a bunny bonanza - a bunntacular tsunami, if you will. A bunnificent opera in three acts.

( Act I [Postcrossing and the Grand Poobah] )

( Interlude i [Cake] )

( Act II [The Magnificence that is Cassiel] )

( Interlude ii [Scrunge and Her Prescient Thematism] )

( Act III [I Gotta Leave Her Stuff Till Last Don't I] )

And so finally concludes the birthday post I've been working on since last November! Alas, it appears to be truly cursed because no sooner had I finished the introductory paragraph of the umpteenth draft last night did our internet connection go kaput - for the third time this year, but in a manner suitably different from the previous two outages that the techs still have no idea what's wrong with it when we call them. The last time something happened we lost all connection and cable for a whole week, which would've been a breeze in the early 90s probably BUT LEFT US CLAWING AT OUR EYES IN INFO-WITHDRAWAL.

This time we seem to occasionally be able to access a maimed version of certain sites, so if you're looking at this entry, LJ is one of them. Let's see…

*drive-by shooting* I said I wasn't going to get excited over F1, but...DX
[FW31 - I was just fooling around, but by the time I was halfway through the sponsorship I wished I'd either put more effort into the lineart, or not done it at all... Click for bigger size SPONSORSHIP DETAILS.]

In five hours, I will swear off sports again.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have 10k words to go on this current essay and I haven't finished the readings for it yet so I can't stop to talk about it now, but THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR MAKING MY BIRTHDAY BUNNTACULAR:

scrunge | kyashieru | catatonic_cats
ruthieangel | aichaku | lightlybattered
sukuishi | sassystrawberry | bittenbefore
tom_kiper | vox_veritas | nekromance
My wonderful Gaia peeps | M's wonderful Postcrossing peeps | Anyone I missed out

and as always, my one and only stereophilic. ♥

I'll definitely definitely write about this when my essays are done, and there will be lots of bunntacular pictures.
Oh man, you guys. You're too nice to me. ;_;

I was wondering why my Ideolitgy Prof was so unabashedly defensive of Maxine Hong-Kingston - as it turns out it appears from a forwarded email that they're personal friends. After getting my Transformers/Politics paper proposal forwarded to Charles Johnson last sem by the same guy, I'm getting the sense I should never badmouth any writer in front of him - I'm starting to worry about the scathing crit I let rip about Morrison's Beloved last class; with the way things are going, she's probably his second cousin twice-removed on his grandfather's uncle's daughter-in-law's roommate's side.

But that's not the point - the point is I also get the sense that pimpage of the Maxine Hong-Kingston article was greatly desired, and who am I to say no? (Hint: Not his second cousin twice-removed on his grandfather's uncle's daughter-in-law's roommate's side.)

Obama on O'ahu by Maxine Hong-Kingston: Huffington Post Link | Salon.com Link
[Note: If you're a GOPer and feel the desire to slam the article, please don't mention my name...]

Happy Election, American Peeps.

"Stimulus, response! Stimulus, response! Don't you ever think?"

• 19:51 @stereophilic - If you see this: it's not workiiiiiiing. *sob* Not even web. I'm so distraught. #
• 20:05 @stereophilic - When will you realise I mean Twitter, LJ, PMs or somesuch. I give up. This is infuriating me even more than MSN. #
• 23:55 I've been as knackered today as I've been in a year. [Yeah, it doesn't take a genius to guess I couldn't go to sleep with the match at 3-2.] #
• 01:11 Why...why am I still here... *cry* #
• 03:12 *sigh* #

"Stimulus, response! Stimulus, response! Don't you ever think?"

• 07:10 Oooookay. *eyes Twitter exports dubiously* Now let's see if this makes it into tomorrow's exports... *edits manual archive* #
• 08:47 *sigh* Have since given up on the 'sleep' bit and is back at the 'study' bit. #
• 00:25 And yet there is never enough time to finish anything. Well, the bento is almost done, but I'm getting pretty sick of studying ahead. #
• 01:13 It's going to be 2am and I'm not in control of my fate. Woe. #
• 01:29 Seriously, I'm so fucking depressed. ...You don't believe me, do you? #
• 02:17 [To be fair, I can't think of many teams I'd rather Germany be 1 down to - as I type, Miro has just equalised past Sami. Yay/Ouch.] #
• 02:23 Now it's 2-2 - and I have to tear myself away from this for *Modernism*?! #
• 02:43 ...Not that I have anything against Modernism, mind, I quite like it really. But I like *this better*. #
• 02:45 Can't decide whether I'm now stirred, or even more depressed I have to go [way too late to boot]. In for a lot of ceiling-watch either way. #

"Stimulus, response! Stimulus, response! Don't you ever think?"

• 01:21 @stereophilic - Re: MUD=IRC: I had a moment of pure pain, and considering I've just come from studying Jameson, that's saying something. #
• 01:22 And *finally* Jameson done with. No clue in hell how I'm supposed to connect Metacommentary to Didion, but I'll worry about that tomorrow. #
• 02:53 I wonder if anything will actually export at 7am, and if so, exactly *what*. [Here's looking at you, LoudTwitter...] #
• 06:07 Bad time to be insomniac... #

I would've missed the Mercury if I weren't insomniacing hardcore and hadn't reached by habit for the Football page at Guardian, but their customary MBM [or less literally, play-by-play, the football versions of which I practically live off during season] coverage was smack-bang on the front page, so there I was, and there was The Seldom Seen Kid.

Anyone who's glanced at a couple of our FSTs will probably realise we're Elbow crackfiends - it just narrowly shades out of being my favourite band by virtue of the fact that I suspect it's too good for me. The Seldom Seen Kid has been the album of my year so far, and that's no mean feat considering that just about all my favourite acts [and I say this as a person who is usually loathe to admit to favourite acts due to widespread aural track-poaching] have released crackers this year. The best way I can think of to describe it is that it feels like it could be the OST embodiment of an extremely British romcom [and I mean comedy in the most British way possible...], and totally dissolves me every time. My previous favourite efforts from them were considerably more cynical, but, aww, what the heck. Just aww. So, cheers.

In other Guardian news, this might just be the very best thing I've ever seen on it - and I go there every other hour. 40 years of literary [Booker Prize judging] dramallama.

The sun is up. I'm going to die tomorrow.

From the desk of silencestation@twitter…

( …13 days of twitteration… )

Manually shipped by silencestation in anticipation of cussing at LoudTwitter for not shipping today's tweets at 7am.

A little while ago, when LJ was pretty much refusing to load on our connections for some reason [but not an LJ-status reason, because apparently the monkeys were still well-fueled; it remains a mystery] I decided to finally bite the bullet and get that Twitter account I've been meaning to for, oh, about a year now. It didn't happen, because when you've procrastinated on something for about a year, procrastinating a few weeks more makes no difference. To my surprise, it eventually happened on the 23rd, partly fueled by the fact that it was a football night, college is getting really depressing but I wasn't sure I wanted to spam flists with minor updates minutes apart, and we wrote it down on our new whiteboard [which is clear]. So now I'm silencestation @ twitter, and looking at it, I'm becoming increasingly depressed because it's obvious I have no life.

Next post probably talks about my new dA. Aintcha excited.

There's something about femslashday.com that makes me uncomfortable - it might just be the banner, which suggests to me rather 'International Creepily-Rendered 3D Clones with Different Hairstyles Looking off in an Odd Direction'. But I suppose it's the thought that counts - too bad I had that thought at 4am.

On one hand, it's a personal record. On the other, I can't draw girls, can't use copics, and it's 8am in the morning. Also, some dread insanity possessed me to post it at daily_yuri, a community which I love dearly, but doubtlessly now does not love me. ^^;;

Someday I will write a post detailing where I've been and all the sights I've seen while I was away. This is not that post. This is, however, the post where I post girl softporn say that I've been grinding dilligently away at all my duties, but I'm specifically sick and can't grind at certain specific duties yet, but I'm specifically getting better and I specifically will soon, and at any rate I specifically have to because school is starting again, and this sem is going to be evil because I'm out of regular modules to take and prereq is going to be a pain. Thank you for your patience.

WHAT A MATCH.

Katong Laksa 2009 [Draft 0.1]

My grandfather sold Katong laksa on the same street for fifty years. Last year, he was relocated to Thomson. The sterile food court was just not the same. For fifty years, they called him towkay. The food court patrons know him only as 'oei.' My poor grandfather. He used to love his laksa like his life. Now, to him, it's just so much piss.

"Eh, Ah Kow," my friend John said as he punched his tray onto the tray rail. "Come on, serve up my laksa, like you always do. What are you doing? Writing that shit again?" "John, you don't understand," I sighed, "this is going to be my big break. Do you think I want to end up like my grandfather? Selling laksa for fifty years?" "Don't be stupid," he laughed, "nobody will buy that shit of yours."

Please. Prove John wrong.

[ to be continued ]

'5-1 and you finally manage to not fuck it up!'
So that's how big a lead Spurs needs. Was that the most humiliating thrashing of our generation? Signs point to possibly - I'm so glad I witnessed history in the making. XD

[Also, here's your obligatory *spoiler*Heath Ledger is Dead*spoiler*.]

Desperate pleading and last-minute negotiations extend our lease to May but no later. So it is to be curtains after all - we had come to love this place, the first time in five years and almost as many apartments, but living out of boxes, one must always depart.

When we returned from our sojourn in December, the last thing we learnt was that the overnight car wash at the kiosk next to our block had been cancelled for good - the other residents had complained about the noise. It had been a soporific for me, the sharp, harsh slashes of high-pressure hosing, an urban lullaby from eight to six.

Yesterday* I caught a glimpse of the setting sun through Venetian blinds and mistook it for a streetlamp. When I turned to look again, it was already gone.

*Actually last week, but it doesn't parse as well.
**Really only emo because school starts up tomorrow.
*** Waaah. Don't wanna go back to school.