stolen colours

I’ve eaten waaaay too much the past few days. Argh. More on that later.

There are so many things I want to do after graduation:

1. Find out the exact path I want to take in medicine. There are a few vague notions in my head, but nothing too concrete at the moment.
2. Work towards getting a set of bells.
3. Learn more about economics and markets – partly because of the above.
4. More time for shoots, trips and just talking rubbish with the rest.
5. Pick up Japanese for real.

Just two and a half months left. 70+ days of hell. The exams. And the end of school life.

And finally, I’ll be able to let go.

Happy 2008.

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My Ipoh relatives have arrived at my place. No studying till Tuesday >.< Yikes, for the amount of studying I’ve done the past week, I might as well have gone overseas for a break. Same thing. ZZzz. Anyway, Father and Uncle have rekindled their sibling rivalry. Uncle is a radiologist. So after supper (icecream cake!) they were comparing their weight and cholesterol levels and HbA1c and -_-

Have currently relocated out of my room because my poor cousin has collapsed unconsciousness onto a mattress there. (She drove all the way from Ipoh.) Can’t really mug now, so I’m watching the Zero DVD on my laptop. I really, really, really love this band. May they have many more anniversaries in the multiple of tens!

Not really sure what kind of TV programme this is, but they’re er…paying tribute to X Japan! The first is drunken madness. The second is hilarious, what with the towers of hair. The Kurenai one is actually not too bad.

My Zero DVD is HERE~~~~

Mouth eyes. It is seriously disturbing. *shudders* But very well done, if rather creepy. I like the Marilyn Manson one best because it’s almost normal (for him).

Pupe rant below. GGGGGGAAAARGH.

Grr. So I went to pupe this morning and found that I had only 26 ribbons left. Checked my ribbon history and was shocked to discover that I had changed the doll’s hairstyle and hair colour without being conscious of it! WTF so now it’s BROWN and the ears are still covered and I can’t see the earrings!

And after I dressed my doll and made her hold an umbrella, her handbag started floating in midair. Sigh.

Luna Sea – Dejavu （2007.12.24 Tokyo Dome). I think it’s a really successful comeback, with this feeling of ‘rightness’ about it. It almost seems as if they never really left. And Ryuichi’s voice isn’t as whiny now, hurray! He looks like Toshi, though.

p.s. I have figured out why I like Kuroi Kasa so much. It’s literally black brollies, ahahahaha. My Zero DVD is on its way from Japan XD

I need a funky haircut.

Lunch today at Rama Thai Sharkfin Restaurant was really bad. Do NOT ever go there. The bad taste lingers for hours.

Some bad tidings have arrived this Christmas. A relative has had a recurrence of metastatic cancer and needs to go for more radiation and chemotherapy. He’s currently asymptomatic and seems quite upbeat, so we’re all hoping he can fight and survive this. It’s always the nicest people who get struck by diseases that aren’t of their own doing.

Today QY, Jenny and I watched a handbell performance at the Esplanade by Ministry of Bellz, the first privately-funded handbell ensemble in Singapore. The ringers are mostly percussionists at the Percussive Arts Studios. While I think they did remarkably well in spite of having had just 2 months of practice and no prior ringing experience save for a few members, the technique wasn’t quite there yet. They’ll only get better, though.

I really want to ring again. It’s been 7 years since I graduated from the Raffles Ringers, and I still feel the same way. Ringing is one of the very few times that I think, “yes, it is right to be doing this.” We ARE going to make it happen. A 5-octave set plus extras plus shipping would be around S$50,000? It’s the cost of a car, but can’t pay in instalments. We need the bells, and then a place to practice, and then the members will come. And we already have a killer name. I’m excited.

It finally feels like Christmas.

I walked home from Serangoon MRT in slightly under thirty minutes. It was windy and the sky was clear. Did anyone look at the full moon tonight? With its watercolour rainbow penumbra? And the clouds swept to form a path through the sky?

Merry Christmas!

I’ve been told that I shouldn’t do a bitching post at year’s end, else I’ll be having to whine about the same things in the upcoming year, grr. Thus the pent-up frustration will go into a draft to be published on 2 Jan sharp, or something. Why is the most important posting also the most self-directed posting I’ve had in the past five years?

Tomorrow will be a break from the monotony of staring at my computer screen and staring at random textbook. (I really hate having to study from multiple sources.) Dinner out (but nothing spectacular lah) and a handbell performance. I really do want to have a privately-funded handbell choir some years down the road. Logistics-wise, I’m absolutely clueless; right now I’m just thinking “settle the funds first before starting to plan”. Which should technically spur me on to study relentlessly NOW so that I can enter the world of the economically independent as soon as possible.

It was Wednesday. We nearly vomited blood when there was a last minute tutorial at 4.30pm by the most long-winded tutor assigned to us. It had been quite a long day already; and I realise that I’ve been saying the F-word more frequently since the MCR concert. Yes, that was indeed a liberating experience. Or perhaps I’ve just had more occasions to say the F-word in the past week or so.

Still, I managed to get to Bugis Junction before traffic became unmovable to meet the rest at TCC. Well, I’m not really a fan of the main courses at TCC, but their sandwiches, beverages and desserts are rather worthwhile. The service wasn’t that great, what with the waitress getting an order wrong, and other waitresses needing multiple reminders before they topped up our water.

The obligatory introduction is thus concluded. On to the photos!

Cvy and I were the only two people who ordered real food (before tally showed up, anyway.) Cvy actually has a sandwich bankai mode. Don’t play play.

Cvy’s chicken sandwich. It has a longer, fancier name, but it’s basically a solid, no-nonsense chicken sandwich that I think I’ll try next time.

A close-up, because Cvy said “Must take closeup!”

My Salmon Vacation, which was a panini buttered with mushrooms, and topped with panfried salmon with cheese XD very, very savoury, though the salmon’s seasoning could have been less sweet.

And a close-up. XD

And this is my X’mas exchange gift from Lenneth. It came with a second salmon sushi one. They’re actually pens, and the ink is refillable. WOAH!

Oh, and Shuui showed me her photos at Da Paolo taken with her new lens. *drools drools* Dang I’m starting to regret not getting her camera.

EOY was on 15 December, at the usual venue of Singapore Expo. This is an incredibly belated post.

For some reason, it just didn’t feel like EOY this year. The three of us had post-MCR viral infections, of whom only I had recovered by Saturday. The rest of asterisk were busy bees that day. Photos and more words below:

[All photos courtesy of kawoo, unless otherwise stated.]

Photo by Shuui. Starring ying as Zidane and cvy as Freya. (She really melted inside the costume; probably got a bit hypercapneic as well. Upside: she was allowed to take the lift.) Really marvelled at their costumes.

We were the Bakumatsu Kikansetsu Irohanihoheto group, i.e. the group with the longest name.
tally: Kakunojo (with the amazing headgear)
shuui: Ebisu (with no face)
min: Shiranui (with smirk)
me: Tayu (so minor that I’m not even mentioned in Wikipedia)
Shannon took one look at me and gasped, “Sadako!” Raydance didn’t recognise me initally despite having known me for the past TEN YEARS and even commented “woah she’s brave to carry around porcelain cups.” (Daiso wins for all your cosplay needs.) Anyway Lenneth also had a dainty porcelain teaset, which I stepped on once in the toilet.

I had a wardrobe malfunction, being AS STUPID AS TO BRING TWO GETA FROM DIFFERENT PAIRS! At least one was right and one was left. lynn kindly lent me her kungfu shoes.

tally’s headgear really scared us. Especially when she opened her huge-ass DHL box with the headgear sitting on a HEAD.

And here’s some crack from when we were lounging around while the rest were taking proper photos somewhere else. For your benefit only.

Shiranui and Ebisu.

Ebisu rocks. (Sorry, the wall is very badly inserted.)

The meaning of any photo wouldn’t be the same without The Man. She’s a master, able to convey so much despite being all covered up. *sniggers*

I wondered when people would ever stop doing Trinity Blood. Or Bleach or Naruto – but those two are ongoing, anyway. There was a Gurren walking around, which I recognised because ying bumped into the Kamina-sunglasses logo. Raydance et al did Nobuta wo Produce – and Kiezin was with them! Gosh I haven’t seen Kiezin for five years, but the last time he cosplayed it was from Sailor Moon; and he did say on Saturday that he wants to do Sailor Moon again – the Moon herself. Right O.O

I loved the very cute Nakatsu too – does anyone have a link to their Ikemen Paradise performance video, if it’s been uploaded? One cosplayer did the Medicine Seller from Ayakashi/Mononoke, and her friend did the Medicine Seller in powered-up sun-god form – hurray! The two cosplayers I liked best (outside of asterisk, of course) were the Gundam Dynames and Clare from Claymore.

[from ditto99]
Excellent work on the Dynames. *am very happy that her favourite Gundam Meister has been cosplayed*

[from Bliondi]
She’s petite, but really quite amazing. I realised later that she was doing the volume 12 manga version of Clare, hence the black outfit rather than silver uniform. Oops erm…belated spoilers for volume 12!

It really didn’t feel like EOY this year, and I’m not the only one who thinks so. Maybe cos there wasn’t much of a buildup for me in the preceding week. [Actually, it really doesn't feel like December or the Christmas period for me this year. Gargh.] But at the end of the day, it’s still an occasion to meet up with the gang, through how we got to know one another in the first place. And the post-EOY mental state is solid fuel for discussing all that we want to do next year.