Tsunami.

This used to be just a word found in our Form 3 Geography textbook. This used to be just a phenomenon/natural disaster that happen to other countries that are none of our concern.

Not anymore. This time, it hits home.

Dubbed as the worst natural disaster in Asian history, this 'wave of death' has claimed hundreds of thousands of lives, with the death toll still rising. Properties were destroyed, people lost their family members. It is at times like this that one begins to count one's blessings. One begins to feel grateful to be still surrounded by loved ones.

Indeed, 'The very best gift is what we already have- each other'.

So, just like the message from The Ministry of Women, Family and Community Development, "do you know where your loved ones are now?"

I know i know. =)

25th December is Christmas day.

26th December is Boxing day.

27th December is...



Guess what day it is?



My Birthday.

I'm exactly 19 today. Not a girl, not yet a woman.

Ho! Ho! Ho! Have a very Merry Christmas everyone. =)

This reminds me of the tang yuen i had this morning. Not as colourful, but just as delicious. yummy.

Opposites attract.

Remember the high board at the swimming pool?

After days of looking up at it you finally climbed the wet steps to the platform. From there, it was higher than ever. There are only two ways down: the steps to defeat or the dive to victory.

You stood on the edge, shivering in the hot sun, deathly afraid.

At last you leaned too far forward, it was too late for retreat, and you dived. The high board was conquered, and you spent the rest of the day diving.

Climbing a thousand high boards, we demolish fear, and turn into human beings.

~ A Gift of Wings

The difference in the DNA composition between man and chimps is only less than three percent. But that less than three percent gave us Einstein, Mozart...

The wonder of nature.

Watch Ocean's 12 today. It was great.

i'm now jobless and penniless (nearly). *sniff* *sniff*

Well, on the bright side, at least i'm not homeless.

Say, anyone reading this would like to hire me? Just kindly leave your contact at the small taggie on your right hand side, thank you.

Oh, and any donations are welcome too. =)

In many ways than one, skool principals are like celebrities.

They can make people wait for hours like no end, just to catch a glimpse of them, or just to get that ONE precious signature, while they themselves remain as elusive as ever. Just when you need them, you'll arrived at the office only to find the place empty, with the principal convenietly 'disappear' to nowhere to be seen. And when the Very Person whose signature you wanted so badly finally appears, you'd feel like giving him one of your most worthy smile ever!

That's exactly what i've been through today.

Guess that their job description doesn't include staying around the office all day so that some students can get their certs certified. hmn...maybe that explain why i have to wait for long. Let's just say it's long enough for me to read and reread the entire skool history that is plastered on the wall for god knows how many times until i lost count.

*sigh* what a loooooooooooong day.

went to 'visit' E at her part-time work place today.

haven't seen her for ages. last i saw her was when she came to my house to play table-tennis with PS. can't believe it's that long already. as they say:tempus fugit. time flies.

but it just feel really good to be able to catch up with an old friend, 'up-dating' on what's new in each other's lives, which also includes gossiping... apparently even though we're studying in different states/course, we still have mutual friends that can provide enough topic for this mean. =P (ok, so i'm not going to mention any names)

yup, even though it's just a 20 minutes chat.

yup, even though she hasn't eaten yet.

ok, i feel guilty for chatting with her for 20 minutes without even asking her if she has eaten yet until she told me she has to go for a break. *gulp*

how to determine the time of death of a corpse:

take the body temperature and compare it to the room temperature. dead body cooled between 1 and 2 degrees per hour. and look for signs of rigor mortis.

why am i saying this? i just started reading Patricia Cornwell's Postmortem. so there you go, some interesting fact.

i've been doing a lot of nothing lately. so much so for my new life as a NEET.

some people are going to Taiwan today (should've arrived long ago by now). somebody is going to China soon. and i'm going nowhere. some people just have all the luck. (sorry for sounding so pathetic. i just can't help it. =P)

i went to NUS today to become 'labour slave' to my bro.

have to help him to move all the luggage from his room to the car while mum and dad are resting in the lounge. it was a 'good work-out' all right as we have to do 4 trips back and forth. my pay? 8 books from the Central Library. *grin*

the campus is as huge as ever and i'm as confused as ever.

we'll be walking and i'll be like, "hey didn't we passed that notice board just now?"

"no, that was at the arts."

"huh?"

i am hopeless. i have no sense of direction. every buiding looks the same to me (well, almost).


on another note, i read about the Firefox in The Star Intech last week and i'm using it now. =) it sure is a lot better than the internet explorer. the plus points are its many useful features. now i can open many tabs in 1 window simultaneously. (a very important feature for impatient people like me. haha)

Ha-ppy birth-day to u...

u were born in a zoo...

with the li-on and the e-le-phant..

and a big monkey like u... =P



~happy birthday, calvin!~
p/s: see u tomorrow! =)

i'm now officially jobless.

guess that i'm also qualified to be called a NEET now.
~Not in Education, Employment or Training.
*alarm*

~*~

ahh...it just feels good to be able to wake up late in the morning, online, and sit in front of the idiot box for hours like no end without having that nagging feeling that tells me i should be studying instead. =)

*achoo..* 'cuse me. geez...this place is full of dust! well, guess that you can't say much about a place that's been abandoned for over 1 month.

ok, let's have a little recap. hmn...let's see... Nov 2. Bush got elected for a second term. that means another 4 years of unilateral approach and pre-emptive stance on America's policy concerning national security (read: terrorism). big words, yeah. but sadly, it's a return to the rule of the jungle, where survival of the fittest is the order of the day. rule #1: strike out first before others can get you, even if that implies making excuses to justify your means. we all know too well about the WMD in Iraq.

meanwhile, on the other part of the globe, life goes on. i had my first paper: Bio2. woke up the next morning to a rude shock: the controversial leakage of the paper. first UPSR, then PMR. now SPM and STPM? geez... you'd thought the Malaysian Examination Council (MEC) would be better than MES. what more can i say? i guess only Malaysia Can!

Nov 10. some schoolmates made appearance on several mainstream chinese press paper to complain about the matter. received mix feedback from the 'public' in general (from what i can gather). managed to cause but a small ripple. (sorry, people) and again, life goes on.

fast forward to today. Dec 2. memorable day. marked the official day of freedom for 71,142 STPM students nationwide. =)

everyone was wearing a smile today. even the invigilators were unusually perky. the lady invigilator in my classroom even ask us "are you ready?", before handing out the papers smiling.

so that's it. D-day has come and go. and i'm a survivor. survive and live to tell the story... i may not emerge victoriously or unscathed, but hey, at least i still have my sanity intact. *grin*

to the supposedly hardest and toughest exam in the world, (the teachers never fail to remind us of this on the first day), i guess i can now say "been there, done that."

goodbye to the nerve-wrecking, tension-mounting, sleep-deprived days and hello to my newfound freedom.

even when it's not Hallowe'en,
people wear masks.

how true it is!

anyway, Happy Hallowe'en. =)

Fear knocked on the door.
Faith answered.
No one was there.
~*~

yup. Faith is what i really need now.

Reading on the barometer just went up and up.
if i can see it, it's probably at the level where it says 'Dangerous!', with a red light flashing.

sometimes, everything just seems so overwhelming. too overwhelming in fact.

two more months and i'm free! whee...

until then...*sigh*

this was found at the end of my phisycal chemistry revision test paper today.

sign over college classroom clock:
"time will pass, will you?"

~*~

1 month and counting down...

carpe diem! seize the day!
there's no time like the present.

white flag ~dido

I know you think that I shouldn't still love you or tell you that.
But if I didn't say it well I'd still have felt it,
where's the sense in that
I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were but

I will go down with this ship and I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door,
I'm in love and always will be

I know I left too much mess and destruction to come back again
And I caused but nothing but trouble,
I understand if you can't talk to me again
And if you live by the rules of "it's over" then I'm sure that that makes sense but

I will go down with this ship and I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door,
I'm in love and always will be

And when we meet, which I'm sure we will
All that was there, will be there still
I'll let it pass, and hold my tongue
And you will think, that I've moved on....

I will go down with this ship and I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door,
I'm in love and always will be...~

they say it's a harsh, cruel world out there.

but something happen the other day which makes me realise that there are really some nice people out there. (well, at least in my skool.)

actually, this is quite embarassing. so laugh if you like. =) you see, for the first time (i'd like to stress on this =P), i forgot to off my car lights the other day. *aghast* and i went to skool, oblivious of it. then, i've got 4 different person who told me about it, including HY, PS, a classmate whom i seldom speak to, and a prefect whom i dunno his name.

later, PS and SQ even volunteered to walk all the way back to my car to off the lights for me. *sniff* *sniff* i'm so touched! (and the distance isn't very short, mind you) where can you find such best friends huh? to HY, PS, SQ, *hugz* =)

hmph. maybe it's because of the constant deprivation of sleep. i'm not a morning person anyway. or it could be the age factor setting in. *alarm* Silvergandalf getting old and senile...


now, where did i put my glasses?

my narrow escape...
...from being late to sch. (and from breaking the law)
***

yeah, i was nearly late to sch the other day although i departed early from home. initially the journey was smooth, save for a few traffic light stops along the way.

then i was surprised to see a massive traffic jam at the junction in front of the state mosque, with vehicles lining till the entrance of the General Hospital. cars inched forward and it was a bumper-to-bumper ride.

tick...tick...tick...
time was sliping away.
getting a bit panicky now as the clock showed 7.17 a.m. and i'm still in front of the GH. still no sign as to the cause of traffic jam.

finally, around the bend, i saw it. several bright orange traffic cones were placed 'strategically' around the traffic light, resulting the entire lane on the right to be closed off.

duh! why can't the authorities put some signs along the road so drivers will know that the lane was inaccessible? guess they 'conveniently' forgot huh? that just goes on to show how 'effective' the transport system in this country is. a flyover that took 3 years to complete and work is still underway! so much for the "Malaysia Can!" spirit. ok. enough said.

7.20. after what seem like an eternity, and after the n th time stop at the traffic light, i said to myself, 'this is it, i don't care if it's a red light, i'm going to go through anyway!' finally, i'm off.

nah, the light is still green. =P i'm still a responsible, law-abiding citizen. (well, i haven't break any laws for thinking about it right?)

without any further glitches, i arrived sch. just on time. check the big clock and it showed 7.30. *phew* no biggie.
(the neddle on the speedometer was a little higher than it usually is though.=P)

the way of the world


laugh and the whole world laugh with you,
weep, and you weep alone;
for the brave old earth must borrow its mirth,
but has trouble enough of its own.
sing and the hills will answer,
sigh, it is lost in the air;
the echoes rebound to a joyful sound
and shrink from voicing care.

rejoice, and men will seek you,
grieve, and they turn to go;
they want full measure of your pleasure,
but they do not want your woe.
be glad, your friends are many,
be sad, you lose them all;
there are none to decline your nectared wine,
but alone you must drink life's gall.

feast, and your halls are crowded,
fast, and the world goes by.
forget and forgive - it helps you to live,
but no man can help you to die;
there's room in the halls of pleasure
for a long and lordly train,
but one by one, we must all march on
through the narrow aisle of pain.

~ ella wheeler wilcox


ain't it true?
laugh, and the whole world laugh with you,
weep, and you weep alone.

yeah, welcome to reality.

geez... look at the date. it's been aeon since i last blogged. well, that's because yours truly have been busy grinding away. D-day's coming less than 2 months and just finish the trial today. have been in a zombie-like state for the past week. *sigh* i can really use a breather. it's been a long month really.

but the past 3 days have been great. for the first time, i had a sleepover with my friends. *grin* PS and SQ came over and i played the *ahem* generous hostess. (someone have been putting up weight and i'm not allowed to mention names *wink* ) we have the whole house to our own for the weekend.

day 1
after coming back from school, E paid us a short visit and we did a lot of catching up. later dunno what bug have bitten them, she and PS suddenly decided to play table tennis, never mind the fact that the table was covered with cobwebs and several centimetres of dust, with no nets and there are little space for them to play in my already crowded garage. *rolled eyes* being the *ahem* sensible ones, SQ and yours truly stayed indoors, battling chem facts and data, and of course, in return, had to suffer dirty looks from E and PS whenever they happen to look our way.

then it's back to buisness. err...i mean study. an arduous task which took a lot of time. try to finish 30 chapters in 3 days and you'll know what i mean. not to mention that we made frequent stops to the kitchen to refill our teacups, taking short breaks every hour or so. and of course, needless to say, at the end of the day, all of us fall short of our reading target. we turned in early as someone has dozed off on the couch, with chem notes on her lap. had a little 'pillow talk' that night before we finally succumb to sleepiness and fatigue. Zzz...

day 2
study picked up pace, thanks to some tips and PS's wide network of friends. *wink* had a nice long chat over KFC (our dinner) reminiscing about the past, those happy times in notre dame, the kind of crazy things we did, when there are still the ten of us around... now with only 5 in malacca, and the other half in kl, the geograpical barrier that divide us will soon grow wider, continentally. (think scotland) *sigh* those were indeed the good old days...

day 3
silence once again reigned my house.

Hmph.


Your: Happy eyes! You're cheerfull, bright and always
want to try something new. You're inquisitive and
quite lovable. You have many friends and will
succeed in life.

What type of eyes do you have?


dunno 'bout that. all i know is i've got myopic eyes...

Tempus fugit. time flies...
Ladies and gentlemen, (drums please...) it's now officially 3 months from D-Day!

the real defining moment for every f6 student...

it's coming...

*****

you know D-Day is nearing when...

1) teachers start coming into the class to give you prep talks and motivation.

2) some of your classmates start to exhibit some signs of  pre-exam stress by suddenly acting weird in the class. (and i mean really weird. the lastest episode involves the breaking of 2 glass window panes.)

3) small talks about juicy gossip are replaced by bio and chem facts. you don't hear "have you seen spiderman 2?", instead, you hear, "have you read chemical equilibrium?"

4) you noticed that there're more students who sleep in the class during relief period, presumably succumbing to fatigue due to study marathon the previous night.

5) everyone seems to be sporting the (lastest?) gothic look, complete with black eyeshadow, sagging eyebags and all that...

6) peolple start to get all cranky and snap easily... (just the other day, the infamous joker in the class start yelling at people...) *sigh*

 
uh oh... i think i'm going 'bazoonka'.....
 
the first thing i'll do after f6 is to congratulate myself for keeping my sanity.
( that is, assuming that i still got any left....)

 

with trepidation, i walked to the table front when the teacher called out my name. in my right, clutching tightly with a slight tremble, was my faithful blue pen. step by step, i approach the table, where my MUET exam slip was lying. the whole class was looking on. everyone was anxiously waiting their turn. the air is still. it felt as if everyone was holding their breath. and it was so quiet.

i took a quick glance at the grade and head back to my seat. so, ok, i think it'll suffice to say that it was a number i was quite satisfied with. then LC wanted to take a look at it and i just handed it to her.

then came the most powerful words from her that nearly knocked me off my chair.

" you missed by one mark!"

"huh?"

"i said, 'you missed one mark'!"

"what!?"

needless to say, it was followed by me snatching the slip from her out-streching hand.

omigawd!

only then did i truly realised what my mark is. it was.... alas! how should i say this? a very exciting(?), disturbing(?), dissapointing, insulting(!) 3-digits number. *sniff*

perhaps SL sums it best when she (getting the same mark as me) said, " my heart just sank."
yes, that's exactly how i feel.

life isn't a bed of roses. yes, sometimes, things just happen, not in the way you've plan or hope. wallowing in self-pity won't help much. guess that i am just not good enough.

as of my result, i can live with that. (i think)

but on hindsight, it was kinda funny to see the facial expression of all the people when told of my marks. and really thanks to SY who said that she wants to 'donate' one mark to me. (but dear, we both know you can't do that.)

so that's it. what a memorable day.

alas! last dissection on white rats (what else?). we did the head/brain part for the first time today.

read a sci-fi novel titled 'Cobra' before, in which the post-mortem of a young teenage girl was described vividly. it started with how the medical examiner did the Y-incision on the skin (which was very much the same of what i did to the rats), then how the M.E go on taking all the internal organs out and weighed them.

what struck me most was the final part of the post-mortem, in which the M.E proceeded to 'cut open' the young girl's head. since the human skull is made up of hard, impenetrable bones, a special saw-like device was used. then the M.E practically sawed through the skull, which sent all the 'skull dust' flying, thus exposing the brain inside. but sice the girl was infected with some kind of a genetically-modified virus, the brain had shrunk into a jell-o like structure, making funny 'squishing' sound inside the skull. (sounds far-fetched? it is a sci-fi novel after all.)

but, of course, none of that happen to my rat.

i find it the most disturbing dissection of all. first it involves taking out the decapitated rat head from the transparent plastic bucket filled with formalin (which in itself was quite a sight! ), then the cutting begins.

i did the transverse cutting, which was easier that i thought. no, it was soft. really soft. can't help noticing the eyes. they were turning pale from pink now. and they were blank. something about that makes me feel eerie. and it doesn't help it either when HY commented that the way i was cutting looks exactly like i was eating some steak! gross.

so that's it. the end. finale. no more bloody scenes and nightmares.


MUET results will be announced tomorrow. wish me luck.

friends have noted how i often behave differently when i'm online, either when it's chatting or blogging. didn't notice it was that apparent until they've mentioned it. hmmn. i suppose it's because i always feel free to say whatever i want when i'm online, in front of the screen. i tend to be over melodramatic or .......(jovial?)

as i said, there might be a different side of me, that not many people (or nobody) knows about. there might be The Cool Silvergandalf, The Anti-Social Silvergandalf, The Wacky Silvergandalf.....

sometimes, i don't understand myself either.

there are times that even i suprise myself. like when initiating a conversation with a complete stranger, swearing when i was driving alone (which is becoming quite a habit =P), and last of all, having this blog.

a few months ago, i couldn't even picture myself doing this. i would have scoff at the whole idea, thinking that it's a real absurd, telling the whole world about your daily life and innermost thought. well, look at where i'm now.

maybe i have split personality to some extent. who knows?

i have miles to go before i sleep,
miles to go before i sleep.
~ Rudyard Kipling.

i have tonnes to do before i sleep,
tonnes to do before i sleep.
~ silvergandalf

*sigh*

i'm depressed.


and listening to ten times of "don't worry, be happy" didn't help cure it either. felt as if the sun won't shine again. as if i won't be happy again. as if a dementor has just sucked out all the happiness in me. *sigh*

somebody, pass me the barbiturat.

rat dissection again yesterday. i got a new rat to dissect. didin't got to see the rat head from last week's dissection due to time constraint. *sigh* the third one now. to date, i've killed three rats. three lives. didn't make a bloody mess this time. hmm... practice does makes perfect. even the teacher commented us by being experts now. ya, we're now professionals in slaughtering rats. *sigh* dunno 'bout that. all i know is i've got a lot of bad karma now. call me superstitious if u like...

done the usual procedure again. did the incision on the skin, then cut open the rib cage to expose the thorax region. once i did that, *gasp* the heart is still beating. check the lungs *gasp* ok, the lungs are not ventilating. *phew* i think i could've died of heart attack on the spot if i see the lungs are expanding and inflating themselves. got down to drawing then, which took up a lot of time since i'm not a gifted artist. wash the rat when time's up and put it in the formalin bucket along with its other peers. the heart was still beating all the while........ 'lub'.. 'dub'..'lub'..'dub'.........

Hmm... got this link up
The famous 'Baghdad Blogger'. an iraqi that blogged from iraq. gives intereting insight about the american occupation in iraq... (saw this in The Star)

it's been a week since i last blogged. *sigh* mostly because i'm busy, then the computer broke down for god-knows-what reason. but then, it's been the usual stuff lately - tonnes and tonnes of assignments and reading material... yeah, i should be studying now.

but we had our second dissection on 'white mickeys and minnies' yesterday. the dead rats have been soaked in formalin a week ago after the initial dissection. all of us got our own rat back according to the 'name tags' attached to the tail. seemed like everybody use their own name or initial on the tags. hmmn... i wonder does it occur to anyone that it's our name on it? am i bothered? well, a bit i guess. it sort of reminded me of those tags that are attach to those cadaver in the mortuary..... you know, the kind that they'll put a 'john doe' on if it's a unidentified male and a 'jane doe' for female.

anyway, back to the rats. again, they reminded me starkly of those steamed chicken in chicken rice. (seriouly, i'm not hungry or anything, and i'm a vegetarian!) i mean, you gotta see the colouring. the skin has turn yellowish and the flesh whitish. even the internal organs looked greyish. first i got to take out the liver. it has turn from bright red to maroon now. it's got many lobes actually, which is different from what i see in one dimensional diagrams. after the liver has been removed, only then i realised i'm staring at the very cause for the bleeding last week. there was a blood clog collected in the cavity and the renal vein was 'disconnected'. so that settles it! i must have accidentally cut it last week. then i got to take out the whole respiratory system, namely the trachea, lungs, and the likes, with the heart attach together. after some cutting and nudging, the whole thing finally came out. then it's time for 'name that thing!' sadly, i sort of severed the trachea and the blood vessels in the process so i can only faintly make out the different arteries and veins.

lastly, i had to decapitate the rat. yes, that's the exact word -behead. we have to save the heads for next time. then some of the guys really got very excited 'bout it. they yelled something like 'allah hu akbar'. apparently they have watched the entire process of beheading the foreigners in Iraq and were trying to imitate in a mocking manner. it's very disturbing actually. know what's worse? one of the guys actually skinned the rats and he actually tried to preserve the skin. last i saw, the skin was covered in salt and left under the sun. now that's highly disturbing.

i've committed a sin yesterday.

know those cute creatures with a trademark of pink nose and a coat of white fur? well, i killed 1 yesterday. or at least 1 died because of me/for me. *sobz*
yesterday was my second dissection on white rat. all the rats from the first dissection has to be dispose of because they actually decayed. it turn out that the formalin used was too diluted. rumour has it that the whole bio lab stinks. can u believe this? there was a 'made in germany' mark on the formalin container. but after the 'stinking incident', the sch trace back and found that the formalin was actually 'made in china'. talk about 'made in china' goods! so we have a second dissection because the first 1 was not complete. u have no idea what that means. initially, each student from every years have to dissect only 2 rats at the most. but this year, we have to do 3! *sigh* another 35 rats have to die.

i got a female last time but a male 1 this time. i got a bleeder (at least that's what i think they say in medical term). initially it was okay. i did the incision on the skin, which was faster than last time (i hate to say this but 'practise makes perfect'?). then i tried to distinguish all the internal organs. the teacher kept saying 'look as much as u can, dun let the rat died for nothing'. right. so HY and i were pointing away at the organs (both of us got male ones) and tried to identify them based on diagrams. now, this is the hard part cos the organs can look so different on diagrams and in real. sure, u know those dark red lobes are liver, the grey 1 is the stomach, spleen is the small dark red 1, but what about the those gluey, pinky tracts in between? i had a hard time trying to figure out those tracts. i think they're suppose to be colon/ileum/or some other digestive tracts. what a pity. looks like my rat died for nothing. hope that i can do better next time tho. then LC's rat's heart was still beating which led me to question how is a person/an organism pronounce dead? is it when the heart stops beating or when the organism stops breathing?(hmm... something to ponder about...)

i started to panic a bit as other people was starting to eliminate the whole digestive system. again, trouble again as the whole thing wouldn't budge despite that i've cut the oesophagus. so in a rush i cut some tracts. then the blood start to ooze out. oh oh. too late. after that was a rush to wash the rat, tie a string with my name on it (was too busy to bother that it's my name on the dead rat), wash the apparatus a.k.a murder weapon and lastly, my hands. cheers as some1 brought shokobutse soap.

i wouldn't said i enjoy the whole thing as that would be inhumane but that's not bad either considering that i've been dreading to do it.

u know how they always say good things never last long? *sigh*
just as i was getting a hang of writting My Blog, the Inevitable happens...... the holidays have ended. double sighs here. back to the workload+pressure-overwhelming days. arghh... it's been a great holiday really. so great that i totally lost myself in it. guess it's time to zap myself back to reality. come to think of it, my next real holidays would be at end of the year .*sigh* with D-Day lurking just round the corner, there isn't a minute to lose. geez, sure hope i can hang on till then...

HY read my blog! HY actually read my blog! whee........... my first reader! since bro help set up this blog, so he doesn't count. but hey, i've got a reader... i've got a reader... (got to stop chanting that in my head now) i've got...... A reader! ok, only 1 so far. but the cup's half full or half empty depends on how u see it. so i stubbornly decided on the former. =)

hey plp out there! if any1 of u stop by, plz give ur comment, so i'll know u've been here. plz and thanx. it means everything to me.

harry potter!

i went to watch 'harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban' with a bunch of friends today. ya harry potter. i know it's labelled as 'children's books' but hey what the heck, am proud to say that i'm a big fan of j.k.rowling. i really don't understand why some people would snide when i say i read HP. is it such a big deal that it's a children's book? hey i know there are lotsa adults around the globe who are equally crazy if not more than the childrens. besides, that's a very bias way to reject a piece of literature, and a damn good one too, i might add. guess that somebody just don't know what they've miss out.

ahh..... books

Hello! my name is silvergandalf. and i'm a literoholic.
i went to NUS's central library for the first time yesterday. there are rows after rows of books that would make any literoholic jump with joy, much in the same way as rows after rows of beautiful clothes on sale that would do to a shopaholic. so, in short, i was very happy. *grin* now, my friends would know what that means to me since i've told them before that my 'life long ambition' is to open a library.*grin* but that's another story. so there are these books. not just any books you know, but real......books. books on every topic imaginable. heck, they even have a whole book on 'is huck finn black?' simply flipping those books is sheer bliss.

read a pretty interesting book while i'm there tho. it's "The Diary of Adam and Eve" by mark twain.

after spending a couple of hours there, bro/person in charge/tour guide decided it's time to leave. *sigh* that goes without saying that it's much to my disagreement. however, the fear of 'stranded' on the island homeless and penniless is certainly outweigh the pleasure that i get from reading de books.

so off we went , hitting the roads again. but that's literally saying 'cos we took the mrt.
from clementi we rode on to orchard. then again bro/person in charge/tour guide decided it'll be late when we reach orchard so we rode on till kranji again. and that was definitely the longest time i spent on the mrt. imagine that, we pass through about 20 stations without alighting. all in all, it was a real tiring but 'interesting' trip. =)

i'm going to s'pore tomorrow. it'll be my fifth trip now. but this time it'll be different 'cos it'll be my first time there by bus. *wink* and first time with my bro. yup, just the two of us. since he's quite familiar with the places there (i really hope so), i'll just be happily tagging along. time for some bro-sis bonding? huh huh, i should not think so. i just hope that he won't get ourselves 'stranded' on the island. oh, touch wood!

Just found out a few days earlier that L is going to do medicine in a local university. HL is nearing the end of her course too. E and a bunch of others are now in universities respectively. seems like all my friends are now happily pursuing their dreams, determine to make them a reality. *sigh* what about me? two years down the road and still none the wiser. now i found myself standing at the crossroad just as where i've leff off one-and-a-half years ago. great. how do people know what is their calling anyway? i'm sure people don't just wake up one fine morning and say to themselves 'hey, this is what i'll do for the rest of my life'. or do they? if this is how it happens, it sure ain't happening to me now. *sigh* this is really pathetic.

this is it

after months of reading other peolpe's blog, i finally have one to call it my own. yes! special thanks to my bro for making this happening. geez, really sound like i'm making an oscar winning speech. but anyway, (aheem...) ladies and gentlemen... this is it.

this is me...

Je me presente. this is me. there u go, as simple as that.