Hmm. My first paper [the exam kind] is tomorrow. Indulge me ok.
Fantasy no.1: Kick back and relax in a nice cafe with a good book
Fantasy no.2: Sleep without horrid dreams relating to school work
Fantasy no.3: Watch unlimited TV/VCDs/DVDs... ...you get the picture
Fantasy no.4: NO ringing telephones or rude neighbours
Fantasy no.5: A day trip to a mysterious castle deeply secluded in unspoilt forests*
Fantasy no.6: Catching up on all my fiction reading. There is this whole list waiting to be devoured
Fantasy no.7: Movies!
Fantasy no.8: Chill out with pals without going broke
Fantasy no.9: In which Fantasy no.8 and Fantasy no.1 do not clash - but that is just a fantasy
Fantasy no.10: I can somehow accomplish all this in er. my very short break?
* This is here just for the heck of it obviously. Does Hong Kong count as a cement forest?
Friday, November 24, 2006
Monday, November 13, 2006
And...the verdict is out!
Our group got a grade worthy of that absurd overnight/24hr marathon rush to meet the project deadline! Yay! Today is a memorable day!
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Pandemonia!
A Short Play by yours truly.
As opposed to a Looooong Post.
Note: The authoress delines to associate herself with the characters you will meet below. Whether they are fictional or not will be up to you.
8:48pm: The brain. There are two white armchairs facing each other across a small table, also white. The furniture is set in a square room with 3 walls, all painted gray. One of the armchair has a box, also white in colour on it. The front of the room is "open" to the audience, i.e. no wall. ficklemiss enters stage right, and sits in the empty armchair.
ficklemiss: [looks around nervously] Did you hear that?
A loud burst of crackling interference from the white box is heard, and ficklemiss jumps nervously again
The other voice in my head (hereafter known as ToViMH): No, hear what?
ficklemiss: Shh! I heard something...didn't you?
ToViMH: No...can't you see I've no ears?
ficklemiss: Ooh! I heard it again! [springs up agitatedly and runs to hide beside the armchair]
ToViMH: I REALLY don't hear anything...
ficklemiss: [peeking from the armchair to stare at ToViMH accusingly] Listen HARDER...now shh!
ToViMH: Wait! I heard something... what's that odd sound?
ficklemis: Elementary, my dear Watson - it's the voice of Hysteria! [laughs]
FIN.
Can't the weekend breeze by? I'm agonising for Monday to come. Damned 24 hr marathon. If we are going to do badly...I'm going to cry...
As opposed to a Looooong Post.
Note: The authoress delines to associate herself with the characters you will meet below. Whether they are fictional or not will be up to you.
8:48pm: The brain. There are two white armchairs facing each other across a small table, also white. The furniture is set in a square room with 3 walls, all painted gray. One of the armchair has a box, also white in colour on it. The front of the room is "open" to the audience, i.e. no wall. ficklemiss enters stage right, and sits in the empty armchair.
ficklemiss: [looks around nervously] Did you hear that?
A loud burst of crackling interference from the white box is heard, and ficklemiss jumps nervously again
The other voice in my head (hereafter known as ToViMH): No, hear what?
ficklemiss: Shh! I heard something...didn't you?
ToViMH: No...can't you see I've no ears?
ficklemiss: Ooh! I heard it again! [springs up agitatedly and runs to hide beside the armchair]
ToViMH: I REALLY don't hear anything...
ficklemiss: [peeking from the armchair to stare at ToViMH accusingly] Listen HARDER...now shh!
ToViMH: Wait! I heard something... what's that odd sound?
ficklemis: Elementary, my dear Watson - it's the voice of Hysteria! [laughs]
FIN.
Can't the weekend breeze by? I'm agonising for Monday to come. Damned 24 hr marathon. If we are going to do badly...I'm going to cry...
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
A Looooong Post
In honour of a friend (who asked for a post), and since it IS her b-day, it'll be a long one. So bear with me.
Thus! We shall begin with Su.Z's very first Looooong Post!!
It was a fine day, as most days are regardless of whatever you may be feeling, which as it happened, can be put simply with this facial expression: a long face. So, to cut a lengthy story short, let's just get on with this verbose post...
This morning, my train journey was delayed for some mysterious reason. Now, I run on a tight schedule trying to get to school on time, and I could not be more relieved when the train started moving after a protracted wait in the dark tunnel. Miraculously, I got to class in time, but that was after a ridiculously ardous climb up Biz Fac. What a horrible place filled with continuous flights of stairs!
So, after a drawn-out day at school, with the end finally in sight, me and a pal decided to take a bus down to Harbourfront for ice-cream. Luckily the slow journey was made better by the unusual perspective provided by us sitting on the upper-deck of the bus. Now, I've never sat on the upper-deck of Bus 10 before, and the view was amazingly different. Makes all the difference when you are tall, I suppose... ...you feel like you are towering over all that strectched out expanse of shorter shophouses before us.
Unfortunately, there wasn't any good ice-cream place at Harbourfront, so we both decided to train down to PS. Yay! Ice-cream! That sweet delight is all the more enticing after that absurdly roundabout bus/train ride. I ordered a Frosted Malt Choc (I think that's what's it's called). It has been noted that prolonged starvation makes food taste way better, and it's true when FNALLY, my sweet treat which I had yearned for appeared magically from thin air in front of me!
Of course not. Duh. What happened to thanking the waiter/waitress who served you your long-awaited meal? Too long has it been since we all indulged in a little courtesy!
We had a wordy discussion on haunted houses (halloween may be over, but it wasn't that way back ago) while waiting for the food to arrive. When it did, we spent so much time laughing that we took an extended time trying to finish our ice-cream.
Well, I got home soon after that. Now, my only desire is that I somehow wrap this post up tidily and go off to bed without typing my fingers off! What a terribly draggy day!
Thus! We shall begin with Su.Z's very first Looooong Post!!
It was a fine day, as most days are regardless of whatever you may be feeling, which as it happened, can be put simply with this facial expression: a long face. So, to cut a lengthy story short, let's just get on with this verbose post...
This morning, my train journey was delayed for some mysterious reason. Now, I run on a tight schedule trying to get to school on time, and I could not be more relieved when the train started moving after a protracted wait in the dark tunnel. Miraculously, I got to class in time, but that was after a ridiculously ardous climb up Biz Fac. What a horrible place filled with continuous flights of stairs!
So, after a drawn-out day at school, with the end finally in sight, me and a pal decided to take a bus down to Harbourfront for ice-cream. Luckily the slow journey was made better by the unusual perspective provided by us sitting on the upper-deck of the bus. Now, I've never sat on the upper-deck of Bus 10 before, and the view was amazingly different. Makes all the difference when you are tall, I suppose... ...you feel like you are towering over all that strectched out expanse of shorter shophouses before us.
Unfortunately, there wasn't any good ice-cream place at Harbourfront, so we both decided to train down to PS. Yay! Ice-cream! That sweet delight is all the more enticing after that absurdly roundabout bus/train ride. I ordered a Frosted Malt Choc (I think that's what's it's called). It has been noted that prolonged starvation makes food taste way better, and it's true when FNALLY, my sweet treat which I had yearned for appeared magically from thin air in front of me!
Of course not. Duh. What happened to thanking the waiter/waitress who served you your long-awaited meal? Too long has it been since we all indulged in a little courtesy!
We had a wordy discussion on haunted houses (halloween may be over, but it wasn't that way back ago) while waiting for the food to arrive. When it did, we spent so much time laughing that we took an extended time trying to finish our ice-cream.
Well, I got home soon after that. Now, my only desire is that I somehow wrap this post up tidily and go off to bed without typing my fingers off! What a terribly draggy day!
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