Hallo 2006.

The air of Year 2006(66) indeed smells better! Now, the year of The Beast has spawned. Beware... beware... beware... beware... beware... [Now, stop that beware thing!]

I spent my last few minutes of the now-gone 2005 watching Rammstein's Live Aus Berlin DVD. Good way to end the year and to start the new one. Headbanging is definitely better than stoning at the Channel 5's CountDung show.

Anyways, it's 16 days' time to my 17th Birthday. Hint, my reader-fiends. Heed that hint well.

I have decided to omit that 'My 2006 Resolutions' fuck, because from my past experiences, it won't work out. So fuck it.

One year has past. Time flies, indeed. I wasted one entire year mugging for my Os. And, I enjoyed 2005 because I witnessed Slipknot Live. \m/

6th June 2006, quick come.

Hails to all the worthy and with all due disrespect to all shitheads and emos,
Your Bullshitter, Ling.
;)

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Bit of fast-food culture for you

So I'm at WR's apartment and they've received a bunch of those flyer things from the nearby pizza places and burger places and Chinese places, as do you. I had a pretty good time flipping through and wanted to share some of the menu items with you so that you know what I'm up against in this crazy world.

Ahem.

First we have the burger places, which usually double as kebab shops or as fish & chip shops or pizza shops or maybe friend chicken places or perhaps a bit of all these things.

Beef or Lamb Burger
(Char grilled burger with lettuce, tomato, onion & corn relish)

Pepper and Mayo Burger
(With mayo & lots of freshly ground black pepper)

Garlic and Mayo Burger
(you get the idea)

Lamb Doner Kebab
(Specially minced lamb with herbs and spices)

Kofte Kebab
(Specially minced lamb with parsley, spices & garlic, char grilled on a skewer)

Then we move on to the pizza places, which have possibly my favorite selection. You've got your basic stuff like margherita and pepperoni and hawaiian, and then it all goes to Crazy Land. Do keep in mind that this is from a resteraunt labelled "American Pizza":

Tandoori Chicken
(Tandoori chicken, green chilli, onions, sweetcorn, peppers)

Indiana--Miss Hass, this one's for you since you live in Indiana and probably eat this all the time! Or, you know, possibly this is a play on "India".
(Hot base w/Tandoori chicken, chicken tikka w/green chilli, onions, pineapple, peppers, and sweetcorn)

Seafood
(Anchovy, prawns, tuna, cockles, sweetcorn, onions & peppers)

American Special--pay close attention to this one, folks
(Ham, garlic sausage, pepperoni, sweetcorn, mushrooms, onions & peppers)

Sweetcorn, for the love of heaven. Can any of you tell me when on this sweet green Earth of goodness we Americans have ever put such a thing as corn on our pizzas? That's right, the answer is NEVER. But they're crazy about sweetcorn over here and put it in everything--pizza, pasta, tuna sandwiches, absolutely everything.

But lest you think I live amongst a pack of crazies who need to be wiped out, let me tell you about the thing they do here that we really need to get behind. It's an appetizer in pretty much every Chinese restaraunt and it is amazing.

Crispy Aromatic Duck
(Deep-fried crispy duck, served with thin pancakes, shaved cucumber, spring onions and hoi sin sauce)

They bring all the ingredients to your table and you make little wraps and eat them while making indecent sounds. I've never seen this on a Chinese menu, but maybe I only live in podunk places and some of our more cosmopolitan friends in NYC or San Francisco have this all the time. Feel free to tell me if that's the case.

So there's Miss Nem's cultural comparison of the day, which is brought to you by the number 6 and the letters E & W.

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Some random bullshit i have came up with.

Now it's less than 2 days to the spanking new year 2006, and I have been living in total delirium. They once said that what you are doing on the last few minutes of the previous year will be what you will be doing in your next year. I will be delirious for the whole of 2006. Greato.

Anyways, the animal for the year 2006 is Dog. Hmm Dog - God? God in reverse or opposite? Hehe. I think you got the idea now. Hails to 2006 is advance! Plus, have you, my dearest reader-fiends, realised the diabolical significance of 6th June 2006 (06/06/06)? I assure you, the world will not be the same again. *smirks in the fashion of a Malfoy*

To add more madness to this post of already maddened stuff, read this: As a young fallen angel, Satan used to revel in the joys of observing mortals and fantasizing ammagedon. Now, a matured blasphemer, The Beast will spasm in the thrills of materialising Doomsday, rejoicing with the increasing death toll of Christians.

With fullmoon diabolism (mystickism), we will usher in the new year, the New Age of Aquarius. And, let us, at that point of time, depart the past follies of being blinded by The ''Great'' Lord's seemingly beneficial ableit thrashy teachings.

Til then, have a nice day and Auf Wiedersehen!

\m/

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So you want to be a Death Eater?

Haha! I found it at MuggleNet.com. Interesting information for all aspiring Death Eater wannabes. :P


Greetings, new follower:

If you are reading this letter then you have doubtless been accepted into the select band of professional wizards known as the Death Eaters. If by some unprecedented chance you are reading this and you have not been accepted into the Death Eaters then I suggest you put down this letter and leave now, or the consequences for you will be as terrible as my lifelong study into the Dark Arts can make them.

Please find enclosed a short introductory guide to Death Eating, which you must memorise and then eat, to prevent security leaks. (Due to an unfortunate fatality last week, it is now permitted to cut the guide into small pieces before swallowing).

The next meeting is scheduled for midnight, 11th June, when I trust we will have the pleasure of watching your initiation ceremony. Please remember to bring a clean handsaw and enough twine. It's so distressing when people don't prepare for these events properly.

Yours in infamy,

Lord Voldemort

So You Want To Be A Death Eater?


Welcome to this helpful guide to being a Death Eater. This leaflet should provide you with all the information you need to become a successful servant to the Dark Lord. It will if you know what's good for you. Please read every page before eating.

Aims of the society:
World peace *
To be evil
To conquer the world
Elimination of all Muggles
Elimination of all Mudbloods
Elimination of Albus Dumbledore & the Order of the Phoenix
Elimination of (miscellaneous)
To serve Lord Voldemort (that's me!)
To create sanctuaries for endangered breeds of snakes
* This statement is a lie.

List of Equipment required for new Death Eaters:

(Equipment marked * must be obtained from Messers. Gorgon & Black Limited, outfitters to the intensely evil and terminally stylish since 12 BC. Their premises are on Knockturn Alley, but they now do mail order as well.)

Long Black Robes (Casual) *
Long Black Robes (Smart) *
Short Black Robes (for summer wear) *
Long Black cloak (silk is preferable to velvet, as it is much more absorbent) *
Black mask (informal)
Black mask (sequined)
Black boots (Stiletto heels are no longer permitted) *
Black leather gloves (barbed wire ornamentation optional) *
Wand
Extra wand in case of losing first wand
Plastic imitation wand in case of losing Extra wand

Cane (For favored members only. Unauthorized possession of a cane will result in a heavy fine. Before possessing cane, it is necessary to pass a rigorous series of tests to ascertain that your carrying-a-cane-in-a-nonchalant-yet-evil-fashion skills are up to scratch).

Coffin
Dueling sword *
Disguise kit, containing: Nun's outfit, false beard, beekeeping veil, Muggle policeman's costume, etc. *
Saw
Assorted chains
Handcuffs
Pointy stick

Recommended Reading:
Curses and Counter-Curses by Professor Vindictus Viridian
Evil: A Beginners Guide by Professor E. Maledict
The Illustrated Torturer's handbook by Bellatrix Black
What Not to Wear in the Torture Chamber by Narcissa Malfoy
Sex, Lies, and Unforgivable Curses: The Authorised Biography of Lord Voldemort by Peter Pettigrew
Caring For Your New Tattoo: An Informative Guide St. Mungo's Hospital Skin Department

Death Eater may also own snake or dragon or hippogriff. But only Lord Voldemort may possess a basilisk.

Death Eater Rules:

No Death Eater shall be a spy for Dumbledore.

No Death Eater shall play the harmonica.

All Death Eaters must be proficient in the Dark Arts: murder, Unforgivable Curses, yodeling etc. An annual examination will be made to make sure that all members are up to scratch.

No Death Eater shall behave with integrity unless it is a genuine accident.

A Death Eater must be pureblooded.

No Death Eater must ever mention that the Dark Lord himself is not pureblooded.

No Death Eater may kill another Death Eater without a very good reason.

All Death Eaters shall answer Lord Voldemort's summons immediately. (Unless you are having a shower, in which case it is permitted to don a bath robe first.)

All Death Eaters shall have vaguely sinister surnames.

All Death Eaters shall overtake on the left.

Frequently Asked Questions:


What happens if Voldemort is displeased with me?

As this is a fairly run (and currently short-staffed) organization, you will probably receive a warning. And some soul-destroying torture. A second offense and you will probably die a slow death. Options include:

Being slowly eaten by a manticore.

Being dissolved in a vat of basilisk venom.

Gradual impalement on your own wand.

Death by Mandrake (according to season).

The Pancake curse. (This newly developed spell will carve you into wafer-thin slices. Victims killed in this way are traditionally cooked in hot fat and served with maple syrup or lemon juice at Death Eater feasts.)

Being flayed alive and used as a life-sized glove puppet at Death Eater children's parties.

Avada Kedavra (if we're in a hurry/ feeling rather unimaginative).


What should I do if I decide to leave the organization?

Make your funeral arrangements as quickly as possible. (See above)


What is the salary like?

You should be in this job for the principle of the thing, not for sordid reasons. So let's just say that it's much, much better than they pay at the Ministry. There will also be opportunities for pillage, looting, theft, etc., and Christmas bonuses are guaranteed.


Does the Dark Mark hurt?

Of course it does; this is an evil society after all. What are you, a wimp?


Can the Dark Mark be removed by laser treatment?

No. Only a moron would ask such a stupid question.

But it can be temporarily obscured by a good-quality concealer. (Make sure it's a shade darker than your skin tone, as a lighter shade will simply draw attention to the tattoo. Pat translucent powder over the concealer to make it last longer.)


Is there a retirement age for Death Eaters?

You probably won't live long enough to have to deal with this problem.


Can I kill personal enemies or just opponents of Voldemort?

Murder is encouraged on principle; however, personal killings should be reserved for each individual Death Eater's free time, as obviously serving Lord Voldemort is much more important. Occasional massacre outings/ dark revels may take place as rewards for good (i.e. bad) behavior.


What should I do if Voldemort is defeated at the height of his powers by a one-year-old boy?

This circumstance is so unlikely that there is no point devising a protocol to deal with it.


The Death Eater Anthem (to be memorised by each new recruit as soon as possible). Please note that this tune should never, never, never, never be sung to the tune of "Blackadder," an inane Muggle television program to which we are completely oblivious and never watch. Honestly.

Who lurk beneath the undergrowth?
When all is dim and dark?
Who murder people in their beds
Or sometimes in the park?
Death Eaters! Death Eaters!
Our blood is pure as pure!
Death Eaters! Death Eaters!
We all love Voldemort!
We serve the Dark Lord every day,
We're always very loyal
And if with us you don't agree
We'll boil you in hot oil!
Death Eaters! Death Eaters!
We're evil as can be!
Death Eaters! Death Eaters!
But if we're scared we'll flee!
Our curses are incredible.
We're known for our Morsmordres
And though our leader is insane
We always follow orders.
Death Eaters! Death Eaters!
We're wickedness collective!
Death Eaters! Death Eaters!
Yet rather ineffective!

Health and Safety:

Being a Death Eater is naturally a dangerous job. Lord Voldemort accepts no liability for any pain/suffering/torture/impalement/loss of limbs/grievous bodily harm/disintegration/insanity/imprisonment/loss of soul/death which you may experience while in his service. No good will come of any attempts to sue him as a negligent employer. Trust us.

However, in order to protect members, these safety guidelines have been developed for Death Eaters both during leisure time and on missions for the Dark Lord:

Don't try to take out Harry Potter yourself. It is extremely presumptuous. Leave it to Lord Voldemort, who has much more practice.

Employ masterly deceit to conceal your allegiance to the Dark Lord: e.g., if someone accuses you of being a Death Eater, laugh carelessly and say: "No, I am not a Death Eater. Would you like a cup of tea?" This Machiavellian trickery should be enough to convince them.

If this does not convince your accuser, have them discreetly murdered. (Sussex and Fox Ltd, of 13, Knockturn Alley, run a very efficient assassination service and are currently offering cut-price deals for friends and associates of the Dark Lord. Present your membership card at the counter for further details.)

Keep your wand on you at all times, even if you are asleep/on a hot date/in the bath/on the beach/wearing very tight-fitting leather garments (or all of these at once).

Ostentatious indicators of evil, such as manic laughter/dressing entirely in black swooshy robes (Snape, this means you)/ making sinister comments/killing people should be practiced only in private.

If you suspect someone of being a spy, kill them and their family at the first opportunity. If it turns out they were not a spy at all, pass it off as a light-hearted practical joke.

Only eat food prepared by yourself or your faithful minions. Do not trust your spouse(s)/partner(s), no matter how pretty he/she/they may be.

Similarly, do not accept drinks from anyone. This may cause offense when visiting a pub or bar but it's better than being dead. Obviously.

Do not take off your mask for any reason while on a mission. If people see your face while you are conjuring the Dark Mark/ massacring etc, they may suspect that you are a Death Eater.

Do not try to smoke while wearing your mask, as it is not fireproof.

Never address your colleagues by name while on a mission. Survivors may recall it at a later date. For the same reason, never mention your address or telephone number to anyone you are kidnapping/raping/torturing/killing, no matter how attractive they may be. Evil relationship experts have stated that romance is unlikely to flourish under such circumstances anyway.

Burn all sensitive documents. Not only will this deter spies, it is also amusing as it contributes to global warming.

Set up an anti-Apparating spell round your residence (but make sure you have a Portkey handy so you're not embarrassingly trapped there if the place is attacked by Aurors).

Prepare a secret hideout for yourself should your cover be blown. Failure to do this may lead to your sharing a hideout with another Death Eating family, which often results in friction over use of bathroom facilities, television, etc.

Don't upset Lord Voldemort. It will only end in tears. (And multiple burns, fractured limbs, mortal torment, etc.)

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Wherein I wax metaphorical

So there are these cherry trees on the way to campus, just near my house. And they seem to have become confused, because around the beginning of December they started blossoming. Now, perhaps this is wrong and an abomination against nature and its laws, but I don't care. When I was sick and dying during my Time of Illness and final projects and stress and Dickens Orphan Christmases as I trudged back and forth from campus, those darn blossoms were almost the only thing that could make me smile and feel okay about life.

If you want to use The Story of the Cherry Trees as an object lesson during a talk or whatever, you can feel free. Just be sure to mention me in it somewhere, and make sure it's not stupid. A few ideas for themes:

Beauty in the midst of ugliness
Promise of rebirth and Spring
The Jesus story
Trees with flowers are better than trees without
Sick people get wacked-out ideas

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Coming down from the chocolate stupor

Yay, let's play the numbers game!

1--Traditional English Christmas dinner eaten, including turkey and vegetables and brussel sprouts and roasted potatoes and truckloads of gravy

1--English Christmas Puddings eaten

1--Queen's Christmas Speech viewed

0--Mention of Charles & Camilla's wedding during said speech

9--Time difference (in hours) between England and AK

1--Mobile phones accidentally left at home when I went over to spend Christmas w/WR's family

17--Times my family tried to get ahold of me on Christmas Day

4--Total hours spent in my own house during the holidays

2--Times my parents said, "You're dead to me!" when I finally called them

2--Turkey & brie sandwiches consumed from Christmas leftovers

1,379--Pieces of chocolate consumed, including the alcoholic kind and imported Reese's peanut butter cups

27--Hours of television watched, including the parts I slept through

2--Times it snowed, turning the rooftops all white and Dickenslike, and the countryside all English and pretty

0--Hours of homework done

It did feel somewhat strange and not-quite-like-Christmas to be away from my family. But I was very lucky in that lots and lots of people checked in to make sure that I had somewhere to go and wasn't going to end up alone in a cold empty house, overdosing on paracetemol. WR's family was very kind and made me feel at home (they even bought me presents!) and I didn't ever have time to get homesick. Plus I got to be with WR pretty much the whole time, which made me happy. So yeah, I'm a lucky girl.

I hope you all had wonderful Christmases too!

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Interesting...

Rules:
1. Post the top 20 OR 30 OR 50 most frequently played songs in your player for the past one year.
2. Name five victims to pass the game on.

in no order of merit, and according to play count, since july 2005,


1. Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids - CoF.
2. Queen of Winter, Throned. - CoF.
3. Sonne - Rammstein.
4. Purity - Slipknot.
5. Raabjorn speiler draugheims skodde - Dimmu Borgir.
6. Stormblast - Dimmu Borgir.
7. A Gothic Romace (Red roses for the Devil's Whore) - CoF.
8. Funeral of Hearts - HIM.
9. Apostles in Triumph - Opeth.
10. Thirteen Autumns and A Widow - CoF.
11. Benzin - Rammstein.
12. Dusk and Her Embrace - CoF.
13. By Dark Glorious Thoughs - Enthroned.
14. Goddess of Sodomy - Dark Funeral.
15. When Love and Death Embrace - HIM.
16. Target Audience - Marilyn Manson.
17. At Least that's what you said - Wilco.
18. Gilded Cunt - CoF.
19. Progenies of the Great Apocalyse - Dimmu Borgir.
20. A Succubus in Rapture - Dimmu Borgir.

I'll pass this to

1. Merle
2. Rei
3. Fariza
4. Lincoln
5. Ren Hui

As you can clearly observe, my reputation of being a Cradle of Filth Whore is maintained.

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Best of 2005.

Well, well. Since I am so bored, I shall do this. Plus, the year AD 2005 is coming to its inevitable demise in less than 4 days. I would like to take this chance to list down my favourite things of 2005. So sit back and stare at the next few lines of words and then comment, 'Oh Ok. Why are you telling me this?'.

Best moment of 2005 -- Slipknot Gig at Fort Canning Park on 16th August, 8.24 pm to 10.05 pm. (Yes, I remembered the exact duration of my favourite 2005 moment. That's how much I am an maggot.)

Best Band of 2005 -- Got to be Cradle of Filth. (As someone mentioned, I'm a Cradle of Filth Whore. Dani, you rock my world!)

Best Album of 2005 -- It's a tie between Rosenrot of Rammstein and Stormblast of Dimmu Borgir. (perhaps it's because I haven't got Opeth's Ghost Reveries.)

Best DVD of 2005 -- Cradle of Filth's 'Peace Through Superior Firepower'. (The shockumentary is indeed shocking.}

Best Vocalist of 2005 -- You guessed it, Dani Filth.

Best Guitarist of 2005 -- Paul Allender. (and Richard coming in second.)

Best Bassist of 2005 -- I'm not into bass, so I don't care. lol.

Best Drummer of 2005 -- Joey Jordison. That's self explanatory.

Best Song of 2005 -- This is going to be hard. Hmm, Rosenrot? (It's catchy, nice, and sung by Till! That's good enough to qualify.)

Best discovery of 2005 -- Eating Subway.

Best food of 2005 -- 6 inch Oven Toasted Chicken Breast Pramasean Oregano bread complete with chocolate chip cookies and coke. (I'm hungry!)

Best drink of 2005 -- I gotta credit Baron Strong Brew for this, for they sponsored the Slipknot gig.

Best swear words of 2005 -- Prick. (plus my ever-useful middle finger, since the finger can't be a word.)

Best hand gesture of 2005 -- \m/! (what else?!)

Best grade of 2005 -- A2. (I suck lah!)

Best website of 2005 -- www.yousuckalot.com.

Best book I have read in 2005 -- Interview with a Vampire by Anne Rice. (Can I be your fledging, Lestat?)

Best movie in 2005 -- Since 2005 is my sucky Os year, the number of movies I watched is a miserable one. I would say Downfall. (Hail the german film!)

Best Hero of 2005 -- TT Durai. (Thanks for sucking money into your wallet.)

Best Villian of 2005 -- Badman. (Batman, get it?)

Best 2 other things that happened to me -- Getting interviewed by Newpaper and Friday weekly and meeting my fiends, Rei, Merle and Fariza. <333

Best 'Most butterflies in my stomach' -- Flourish Competition at Magic Unlimited. (was nervous as hell.)

Best thing that happened (flourish-related) -- Owning Daren at Tornado cut. :P (Kidding.)

Best pals of 2005 -- Rei, Merle, Fariza, Alden (stop calling me lesbian!), Calesta (well, you still suck. Quit watching anime porn, will ya?!), Si Ping (yes, you still suck as well.), Yee Shin (Same, you suck.), Justin aka J10 and my brother.

Best Teacher of 2005 -- It's a tie between Mr Mok and Mr Neo. - votes Mr Neo one more time- Here! We've got a winner. (Thanks for his frequent chat sessions and of course, his CDs.)(Mr Mok, I do enjoy your highly mocking (all puns intended in all ways) lessons.)

Best thing in school -- My table cover! (sigh, i didn't bring it back or take a photo of it.)

Best Slash pairing -- Draco/Lucius Malfoy.

Best (I can't think of any...)

Alright, I'm sick of Best of 2005. End of post! Auf Wiedersehen!

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Tag Game.

Present from Ren Hui.

Read the rules and play the game.

Rules of the game:

Post 5 weird and random facts about yourself and list down 5 victims at the end of your list who has to play this game. Please leave a tag at the blog of the 5 victims that goes: " You have been tagged! Read my blog and Play the game!"

Five weird and random facts about myself:

1. I like to riffle through the pages of a new book and listen to the crispy sounds it made.

2. I have scored super high for additional mathematics.

3. I dislike all colours except Black. (I guessed you have figured this.)

4. I have a fetish for BDSM.

5. I like to stone in long bus rides.

The 5 victims:

1. Fariza
2. Rei
3. Merle
4. Si Yang
5. My sister.

- God damned bored.

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You love me! You really love me!

I just want everyone to know how much I have appreciated your Christmas cards and emails. You've kept me from feeling homesick! I created a shrine (complete with candles) with all the Christmas cards you've sent. So, you know, don't ever think, "Oh, I don't want to send Nem anything. She won't even appreciate it." Because I totally will! I don't even throw them away once Christmas is over, but keep them in a box because I just can't bear to throw anything away.

But I also appreciate good vibes/prayers/well wishes, just in case you're like me and had to cut down your Christmas card list this year.




Also, I think my little tree is the most beautiful thing in the world and I might just keep it up until March because I like it that much. It makes me think of happy things, as does the Christmas cd I'm listening to right now. It's the one I made last year--all the classics sung by Nat King Cole, Judy Garland, Bing Crosby, Dean Martin, and all those good folks.



So mommy, you don't need to worry about me being a Dickens orphan trudging the streets with my crust of bread--I'm happy and well and very blessed.

Merry Christmas to everyone!

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Good times never felt so good

So, this is what "well" feels like, then? It's taken so long to return to the Land of the Living that I'd almost forgotten what an absolutely fabulous place that land can be.

So here are the things that have me feeling great:

1. I can pretty much smell again. (Sad part--I can now smell myself and my bedroom, aaaaannnnd . . . it's not pretty, folks. )

2. I can taste my food! Yipee! Tasting food is pretty much favorite thing and now I can do it again, just in time for Christmas and all the gastronomic delights that await me! (Yes, Dad, I do realize that I'm in England. But this is a glass-full kind of a post.)

3. I can breathe! Breathing is my favorite, too!

4. I'm not feeding Lady J's cat anymore! Although I'm so blissed out now that I don't even mind that string of meows she does when she's calling forth the Minions of Hades. I can actually find it kinda cute now.

5. It's almost Christmas! And I don't have to be even a tiny bit sad about not being with my family, because I'm going to see them in two weeks--so I can just enjoy my English Christmas and love the people I'm with and watch the Queen on the telly.

6. The computer labs on campus have shut for Christmas and so now I don't have to do any more Quark Xpress homework! (It must be pointed out here that for the past few days the labs have been open but there have been workmen in there replacing the ventilation system, which doesn't actually create the best work environment. My favorite part was today when one of their cell phones went off. Rather than ringing it played an audio clip about a bank robbery where a woman yells the f-work about 6 times. Clas-sy.)

7. I only have a few things to pick up in the morning, and then my Christmas shopping is done.

8. I'm taking the darling and long-suffering WR to dinner tomorrow. This is my idea to celebrate 1) me not being a cranky sick exhausted stressed-out hormonal beast anymore, 2) me having some "play money" left in my budget, and 3) the two-month anniversary of our First Date.

I think life would be better if we all had more anniversaries--not the kind people get in trouble for forgetting, necessarily, but more like the kind you can make up on the spot as an excuse to use the nice glasses. (Examples: The Anniversary of When I Bought My Car, or The Anniversary of When I Got that Mole Removed.)

Quick note to the gentlemen out there: You could get soooo many points if you were to go back and figure out some anniversaries and use them as a reason for doing something nice. Girls just love that stuff. Please only do that for someone you are actually dating, as opposed to pretend dating. No girl wants Leonard the Scary Office Guy who Doesn't Wash His Hand to hand her a crimson rose with a note that reads, "This is the anniversary of the day I met you. I went home that day and carved your name into my chest with a crochet hook. My mom cauterized the wound and then we braided each other's hair."

Seriously, don't do that. Just--don't.

9. I might be going to Paris for New Year's Eve!!!

10. Paris, baby!

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Les 120 journées de Sodome ou l'école du libertinage

Phew. I was reading about Marquis De Sade on Wikipedia, then stumbled into his greatest piece of writing, 120 Days of Sodom or Les 120 journées de Sodome ou l'école du libertinage.

Before I proceed to say anything at all futhur, go to: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/120_days_of_Sodom.

I assume you have read what's on that above given link. My reaction after reading it is 'Holy Molly! I gotta read this!', feeling totally hyped up. Merle, we must get this book no matter what happens. Screw the censorboard.

Even, the term Sadism comes from his writer, Marquis De Sade. Hail to him!

I WANT TO GET MY HANDS ON THIS BOOK.

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Friedrich Nietzsche

Was spending my day reading up om the works of Friedrich Nietzsche. I must say that I so agree with his teachings and all. Brilliant German philosopher.

Here's one of his quotes that left me in awe:
What is good? Everything that heightens the feeling of power in man, the will to power, power itself. What is Bad? Everything that is born of weakness. What is happiness? The feeling that power is growing, that resistance has been overcome. Not contentedness but more power; not peace but war; not virtue but fitness. The weak and the failures shall perish like fish: first principle is our love of man. And they shall even be given every possible assistance. What is more Harmful than any vice? Active pity for all the failures and all the weak: Christianity. —Nietzsche, The Antichrist.

"Modern democracy is the historic form of decay of the state"(Nietzsche, der Antichrist)

Heil Friedrich Nietzsche!

Looks like I must go to the library to read up more on this magnificant man and his thoughts.

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Wherein I begin the path to recovery

So, lest there be a few people in the backwoods of Nepal who haven't heard yet, I'm sick.

Only now I'm going to be getting better, on account of my aforementioned BFF, even Dr. N of the Student Health Clinic.

I went to see him on Monday at the urging of my family, my friends, and my own wish to find out if I have a chance at life or if I should start asking sweet sweet death to just get it over with and take me.

I waited for exactly 2 seconds in the waiting area, reading the many posters about meningitis and safe sex that they have up on the walls, and a beautifully Asian-accented male voice called my name. And thus it began. He invited me to sit down and tell him about my symptoms and everything, which I was happy to do.

Dr N: "So does your face hurt right now?"

Me: "Yeah, kinda, but I'm on, like, tons of drugs, so . . . "

DN: (presses his fingers on my forehead) "Does this hurt?"

Me: "Yep." (Partly because you're pressing against a zit, but hey, whatever. Pain is pain. Give me the drugs now.)

DN: "So you are congested. And is there discharge at all from your nose?"

Me: "OOOHHHH Yeah. Lots of it." (I didn't tell him the part where I think I've moved past my sinuses and am now expelling actual pieces of brain.)

We did Q&A for a bit longer, and then he agreed with me that I have an infection, and told me to take Amoxicillin and do the Vicks Vapo-Rub steam thing and take whatever pain-killers I want (heee . . . ).

So then he was tapping the notes into my file.

DN: "Now, you're on the Pill."

Me: "Uh huh."

DN: "This interferes, so for two weeks you need to use a condom instead or tell him to keep away from you."

Me: (in my head): "Hmnah heh? Who? Wait, I have to stop taking Yasmin? But I NEED her! I turn into a zit-face without her, and what the heck am I gonna do with condoms???"

Me: (blinking violently) k-kay.

Dn: So, do you have any other questions?

Me: "Um, I think I got it. But, um, I have to stop taking the pill for two weeks then? Because I'm not actually using it for birth control--it's for hormone/acne stuff."

DN: "Oh, you're not? Then no no no, you can take it. It's just that the antibiotics make it less effective as birth control. But if you're not using it for that then go ahead."

Me: "Okay, good. Because see, I was kind of sad thinking I was going to have to be all zit-faced. Cuz, I mean, I'm already sick."

DN: (laughing in the dear benevolent way he has) "No, no, I would not do that to you."

Then we said goodbye, and when I said thank you I sort of had to stop myself from throwing my arms around him and sobbing.

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Another boring day...

Greetings, my fiend.

Today is yet another boring day. Went to Kovan to apply for the Japanese Tidbits Store, those people imitated me by saying 'You gotta stand 12 hour straight, the last 2 weeks must work straight, no break you know?!'. Well, I just wait for their call. Then, I bought coffee for my mom at her shop. Then, I went to Street magic, gosh, it's god damned boring there also. Then, I went to the Dental Clinic as my mom said they needed Dental Assistant, nah, they do not want students. Okay, Fine.

Here comes the highlight of the day. Sit tight and devour my next paragraph of words. :P

As I was walking out of the dental clinic, I saw a group of teenagers walking towards me. Soon, my Christ-o-radar sent alarms to me. Anyways, I entertained those young christians. A bespectacled girl was silenced by my abrupt asking of 'What is this?' in a callous ableit harsh manner. She softly mumbled, 'Oh we are Christians (I knew it!). And we are ...' Again I silenced her by the most non-chalanant comment of mine, "Oh. So sorry, I'm antichrist." She, still unaware of the situation that she's facing a tough cookie, said "Oh nevermind. Just take." Oh okay, I took it. (not because I'm obeying an order from a christian. But I need it to desekrate with Rei :P) The guys behind her were already half shocked. As I departed them in lurch for them to reel in shock, I gave them another shocker by shouting (not really shouting, but in a loud voice), "Hail Satan!" plus a hand gesture of the devil horns, \m/. I walked away without looking back as I was hundred and one percent certain of my shocking skills. Triumphant as I was, within 5 minutes another group of weirdo christians came up to me. Silencing them once yet again, I said, 'I got it already. Can't you bloody see?', again in the non-chalant manner, 'Oh yes, by the way, I'm Antichrist.', I reminded them again, they don't seem to understand that fact. To deepen their appal, I threw a smirk to their horror-stricken faces like those of a Malfoy, then walked away at full speed and grace, with a full bloom sense of accomplishment warming up my heart. Rei, our desekration plan is going on fine, I assure you. ;)

Hail to me!

At least, that brightened up my boring day. Christians never fail to amuse me with their special (queer) personalities. What interesting specimen of living organisms they are.

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This is my saviour!

Yeah! I have finally found a good online translator. So no more hassle and using broken german!

Fellow german (or norwegian) obsessed fiends, feel absolutely free to go here: http://ets.freetranslation.com/.

Enlightenment is the thing that will surface on your mind when you first clicked the Translation button. I believe with this wonderful tool, I'll be able to learn german and norwegian at a faster rate than to figure it out myself listening to Rammstein and other nordic black metal band.

Especially for the case of norwegian, which I am totally retarded at. This has came to great use. Now I can say : Hei. Min navn er Ng Ling Xuan. Hvordan gjør De gjør? Jeg er god.

Hehe, I like this translator!

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I just might make it

I promise there's a post in the works and it will feature my new BFF, even Dr. N. 'Twas he who gave me the antibiotics for the sinusitis (good call, Julie!).

Just wanted y'all to know I'm not dead yet and I might pull through!

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Rammstein Fever hits me.

Recently, I have been hopelessly obsessed over Rammstein together with my Voldemort. Swooning in Rammstein is my new-found love. Amongst all, i have been most obsessed over their latest hit, Rosenrot. I can't resist the tempting temptation but to post the lyrics up here and look at it in awe even though my german is as bad as a week-old dinner leftovers.

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Sah ein Mädchen ein Röslein stehen
Blühte dort in lichten Höhen
Sprach sie ihren Liebsten an
ob er es ihr steigen kann

Sie will es und so ist es fein
So war es und so wird es immer sein
Sie will es und so ist es Brauch
Was sie will bekommt sie auch

Tiefe Brunnen muss man graben
wenn man klares Wasser will
Rosenrot oh Rosenrot
Tiefe Wasser sind nicht still

Der Jüngling steigt den Berg mit Qual
Die Aussicht ist ihm sehr egal
Hat das Röslein nur im Sinn
Bringt es seiner Liebsten hin

Sie will es und so ist es fein
So war es und so wird es immer sein
Sie will es und so ist es Brauch
Was sie will bekommt sie auch

Tiefe Brunnen muss man graben
wenn man klares Wasser will
Rosenrot oh Rosenrot
Tiefe Wasser sind nicht still

An seinen Stiefeln bricht ein Stein
Will nicht mehr am Felsen sein
Und ein Schrei tut jedem kund
Beide fallen in den Grund

Sie will es und so ist es fein
So war es und so wird es immer sein
Sie will es und so ist es Brauch
Was sie will bekommt sie auch

Tiefe Brunnen muss man graben
wenn man klares Wasser will
Rosenrot oh Rosenrot
Tiefe Wasser sind nicht still

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Freur und Wasser (another song that keep playing in my head)

Wenn sie Brust schwimmt ist das schön
dann kann ich in ihr Zentrum sehn
Nicht dass die Brust das Schöne wär
Ich schwimm ihr einfach hinterher
Funkenstaub fließt aus der Mitte
ein Feuerwerk springt aus dem Schritt

Feuer und Wasser kommt nicht zusammen
Kann man nicht binden sind nicht verwandt
In Funken versunken steh ich in Flammen
und bin im Wasser verbrannt
Im Wasser verbrannt

Wenn sie nackt schwimmt ist das schön
dann will ich sie von hinten sehn
Nicht dass die Brüste reizvoll wären
Die Beine öffnen sich wie Scheren
Dann leuchtet heiß aus dem Versteck
die Flamme aus dem Schenkeleck

Sie schwimmt vorbei bemerkt mich nicht
Ich bin ihr Schatten sie steht im Licht
Da ist keine Hoffnung und keine Zuversicht denn

Feuer und Wasser kommt nicht zusammen
Kann man nicht binden sind nicht verwandt
In Funken versunken steh ich in Flammen
und bin im Wasser verbrannt
So kocht das Blut in meinen Lenden
Ich halt sie fest mit nassen Händen
Glatt wie ein Fisch und kalt wie Eis
sie wird sich nicht an mich verschwenden
Ich weiß

Feuer und Wasser kommt nie zusammen
Kann man nicht binden sind nicht verwandt
In Funken versunken steh ich in Flammen
und bin im Wasser verbrannt

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Rammstein rules BIG time. No doubt to that.

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Dune Messiah

Finished reading Dune Messiah yesterday night. The ending blew me off! Dune never fails to amaze and intrigue me.

So Paul Atreides or Muad Dib sort of died, or rather was passed to his son. Now, Paul is his son, and his son is Paul. Wow. Brilliant novel. The son of Paul shall be called Leto for his father's honour and the twin sister, Ghanima.

Towards the end of the novel, I was intrigued by a line. Here's it: We say of Muad Dib that he has gone on a journey into that land where we walk without footprints. -- Preamble to the Qizarate Creed.

Muad Dib, now is omnipotent, ever-powerful. Sheesh, Frank Herbet rocks!

Speaking of which, I need to go burrow the next novel in line to continue this wonderful story, Children of Dune.

I heart Dune! And, Paul Atreides as well.

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I need more metal t-shirts!

Ruhe is correct. I need more metal t-shirts. But first, I need money. Bah, anyways, here's my wish list for my ever-pathetic wardrobe.

1) Immortal 'Pure Holocaust' or 'Damned In Black' Shirt.
2) Dark Funeral 'Unholy Horde' (saw it at Bugis) or 'Diablous Interium' Shirt.
3) Emperor 'In The Nightside Eclipse' or 'I Am The Black Wizard' Shirt.
4) Cradle of Filth 'Filth Fest' or 'Cruelty And The Beast' Shirt.
5) Hecate Enthroned 'Misma' (or whatever you call it, forgot) Shirt.

That would add some more black-ness in my wardrobe. Hehe. I will get them at Bugis Street, 3 for $20 only! How good is that?!

Anyway, I still haven't got a job yet. Al Dente hasn't called me yet, it's been almost one whole week, I guess I can forget about Al Dente. Sigh, I officially declare lookng for jobs sucks. I seriously do not know what will happen to my brain during my free three months period, I cannot imagine slacking (mentally) for so long. I guess the only way is to read novels and science books from the library to maintain my intellectual activity level. Ah wells, I've decided to return to NCHS on the first few days of the new school year 2006, to visit Mr Neo in that infernal hellhole and to help him alleviate his sanity to a decent level. Besides that, I will go see what's on the menu for my beloved juniors next year at the ever-miserable school canteen. Of course, I will grab the chance to eat some really cheap food there and relish my NCHS days. I really feel that I'm god damned old. 4 years, it may seemed long, but seriously, it isn't. All passed way too fast, sometimes, you don't even have the time to take notice of some things. To be honest, I am going to miss times in NCHS, not because of the school or the people there, but looking for jobs out there in the real world suck big time. Now I understand the pleasure of being a simple-minded don't-give-a-fucked-up-hoot-about-the-world student. Seriously, I rather worry about passing my exams and getting all fucking stressed up about Os then face the nags of my mom pressing me to go find for jobs and blah, the list never ends. Sigh, ends my conclusion of this shitty school thing. Oh yes, I will miss flourishing under my desk during lessons, and not getting caught. Now that's a skill you gotta hone to its perfection. I will miss cutting queue during recess especially in the Mixed Veggie Rice and the Local Noddle Delight and the Poultry Delight stores (I frequent these stores as the food are of the most decent amongst all). I will miss teasing Yee Shin, Si Ping, Calesta (yes, that one with the huge specs who watches Anime Porn). I will miss obeying the order of some guys in my class to scold Jia Hao a 'Bastard'. I will miss eating the 70 cent bee hoon order from Darwin in class, although it's way too spicy for my liking and the bee hoon is cold and hard at times. Most of all, I will miss my table cover as I drew the band logos on it (Cradle of Filth, HIM, Slipknot, Rammstein, Dimmu Borgir) (wanted to draw Immortal and Emperor, but it's too late back then.) And I will miss Mok's lessons and Ansar's slacking E. Geog lessons.

Crap. Can I have one more day of secondary 4 life again? I so wanna attend Ansar's lesson, and his 'Power' Revision Notes.

Argh. Sorry for me sounding abit crappy and weird today. I really miss those times, although it can be hectic sometimes.

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My recent whereabouts in brevity.

Hey, my fiends. Greetings to you once again.

So, what have I been doing these few days? Hmm, I myself have no idea at all.

First of all, let's do things in a chronological manner.

Yesterday (16th Friday)

Met Kamil (aka dok from SMC) at Bugis. Daren, Justin and Siyang came as well. So just went around Bugis here and there, at Betty Ho's place, then to Shaws (the same old freaking place), then to Bugis Street. So we just flourished and walked and flourished and walked somemore. That's about it. Had a pleasurable time meeting a fellow flourisher and metalhead from Malaysia! Stay sic, kamil!

Then, to the dreadful one. 4 Integral BBQ turned out rather awesomely boring. I was so outcasted there. Firstly, there's no avid card flourisher like me. Then, there's no metalheads as well. So BOREDOM is a word that lingered around my mind most of the time there, except to think of slashy and dirty jokes out of the things around me. Merle was right, I should leave earlier. It's so godamn boring one could snore off there in 2.567 seconds if there aren't a gang of people making so much noise. And, I finally managed to piss the emo of the class off by saying MCR (aka Morons Can't Rock) sucks in the face of the emo. Yay! Hooray! I have done Annihilation of Emos by the Middle Finger (and insults) of Us plan proud! Hi 5 Fariza! ;)Finally, after eons of time has passed, they decided to head home. That's the most decent thing they have ever done there, go home. Yay!

Conclusion of the day, Metalheads should not go to beaches and parks.

Today (precisely speaking, it's yesterday) (17th Satanday)

Wheee! Outing with my Voldemort totally kick some arse! Voldemort, oh my Voldemort, you looked awesome! I heart your hand accessories so much. Nice ones. Anyways, went to have Subway lunch (yes, Rei, I got her hooked to Subway at first attempt :P) at Lido. Then went to Penny aka the much coveted holy land for all metalheads to check out some stuff and to get Live Aus Berlin for the case of my Voldemort. I believe that DVD will be awesome, well it's bloody Rammstein! Rammstein rules BIG time. Heart Rammstein.

Then, headed off to Bugis to check out the Kumon Tong. (again, I'm like the Kumon Tong ambassdor or something.) Then, I educated my Voldemort on Chinese culture stuffs and how to do the stuff (I dunno what's this called) at the temple. I've became a temporary tour guide. Hehe. Then, sat for a drink at the Hawker centre. (OMG, What the fuck are metalheads doing at hawker centres?!) Headed to Jimmy's place for a look. Daren and Mark were there, tending the shop. How I wish I can work there... Anyway, back to topic, flourished there for a while, then Sherman came along. Yay, will be burrowing his Marilyn Manson's DVD when we meet next time. Thanks a zillion, Sherman! I'm highly grateful. To my surpise, my Voldemort managed to open the box with the ten dollar note inside (with help from cheating) and to figure out the Finger Chopper prop within five minutes. Hmmm... Voldemort has lived up to his or her name, indeed. Pure magical blood, I suppose.

Next, we headed back to Orchard to meet up with Ning/Mac/Justin. Wow, it's been ages since I've met Ning or Mac. It was a great time seeing you people once again! We should meet up more often and talk (mainly cock or crap). So we were chatting or rather crapping away, blah blah blah... Dinner time! Went to tonnes of places, all packed with swarming gangs of mortals. Finally settled at Cine Foodcourt, and swallowed some rice. (Metalheads should not come to food courts, as Rei concluded some time ago) Then, Wormtail let Ning to read the kinky conversation between Wormtail and My Voldemort. I might say, we rock at roleplay. Yay! It's reviewed as Highly Kinky by Ning. Hooray! But then, I still think it's kind of nuts of me and my master to do that and for me to even printed it out. Alright, enough of that kinky talk before my Voldemort kills me with her newly acquired boots. And I got a conclusion, we need a Portkey. Transportation sucks in the Muggle way.

Soon enough, it's time for me to head back to the pit that spawned me. So here I am, in the pit or home that spawned me.

Conclusion of 17th Dec, Satanday: I need some damn sleep and meet up with my beloved fiend, Rei soon. I miss her and our deserkration plan.

Night, my fiends!

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England and I are fighting

That's right, it's come to this. I never wanted it to happen, but right now we are not friends. I will tell you why, but first I would like to share a little timetable. (I'm still sick, by the way.)

11:30pm last night: went to bed

11:30-12:29 couldn't breathe

12:30 finally fell asleep with open mouth and head propped up at 90 degree angle from body

2:00ish woke up having odd form of hot flash (that or the gremlins spilled a glass of water on my chest)

2:15 fell back asleep

6:30 woke up with open mouth and tongue covered in dust and concrete. Staggered to bathroom to get drink of water. Landlady J's cat (who I am feeding while she's away this week) sensed from outside that I was up from the second I pulled back my duvet and immediately took up her post outside the front door and began meowing. I swear she's been doing this all week. If I let her in, she claws at things and begs for food. If I put her out, she scratches at the doors (both front and back) and sets up this incessant wailing to be let back in. I have never in my life been so close to wishing (and being willing to be the cause of) actual bodily harm on an animal. I mean, hello, I am an Animal Lover!!! She's doing it right now. "Meow? Meow? Meow?" If I were the neighbors I would throw beer bottles at her--or possibly a refrigerator.

6:30: took lots of Ibuprofin in the hopes that my face would stop hurting. Quite possibly my sinuses have enough pressure to do . . . something pressureful. I dunno. Shoot a cannon or whatever.

6:45 couldn't fall back asleep

6:50 still no sleepy

6:55 nope

7:00 not gonna happen

7:05 turned computer on and looked up Student Health Center info, making note to call for an appointment Monday morning if I don't feel better.

7:10 noticed my mom was on Skype, so called her so that she could say comforting things to me

8:00 went downstairs because my face hurt real bad. Remembered that my Landlady had mentioned having some of those flu relief drinks in the house. Proceeded to tear apart kitchen looking for them in the hope that they might contain decongestant.

8:07 found them--available flavors are blackcurrant and lemon--and a jar of possibly expired and odorless Vicks Vabo-Rub.

8:10 took sip of hot lemon drink. Gagged uncontrollably, as it was The Absolute Worst Thing I have ever tasted. It rivaled Tahitian Noni, people.

8:15 need for decongestant outweighed need to not gag, so plugged nose and downed the mug. Did Shudder/Gag Dance in the kitchen. Now, tell me, England. WHY on this green EARTH would you ever want someone to experience something like that? Why??? Do you have something against pills? Do you have something against me??? What??

9:00 took long, hot, steaming shower, which felt absolutely marvelous. I breathed through my nose for the first time in days. Never wanted to get out.

9:25 applied Victoria Secret's Love Spell lotion to my legs. Realized I wasn't smelling the lotion. Took lid off the bottle, stuck nose in and inhaled deeply: nothing. I have absolutely no sense of smell. I couldn't even smell Vicks Vaporub.

Now, here's the trick: If my sense of smell is gone, then my sense of taste is severely limited as well. And if that lemon drink had the power to make someone with no sense of taste do the Shudder Gag Dance Handshake in the kitchen, then what does it taste like normally? Am now convinced that this is some twisted example of the Stiff Upper Lip/Mustn't Grumble complex.

And if you ever catch me touching that hot drink powder again it will be because all the other drugs are gone and I'm cutting lines of it to snort.

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So remember how I was better?

Yeah. Scratch that.

Because not only am I not better, I am now probably certifiably dying and there's nothing that anyone can do about it. The one bright side was that WR did come over the other night and bring me bread and a roasted chicken so that I wouldn't starve to death. Because carving is for sissies who aren't sick and/or hungry, we ate the bird at my coffee table. I used a fork and my bare hands. For a second I feared WR might not think I was being ladylike, since he was using a knife and fork. But then he pointed out that he was eating straight off the carcass with a knife and fork, whereas I was using a plate, so we were probably even. Whew.

Anyway, yes. I am dying. My sense of humor is dying with me--it's now on its last stubby hind leg. I spent all of yesterday (when I wasn't sleeping and groaning for sweeth Death to come take me) parked in the sitting room, working on the website that's due on Friday.

Here are my plans for today:

• Keep working on the website
• Shower, possibly, if I can even remember how that works and if I have the strength to climb the stairs to the bathroom.
• Buy more cold medicine because I'm down to my last dose. Also I think British cold medicine is worthless. A curse upon you and your children, British cold medicine!!!
• Take more ibuprofin.
• Take more paracetamol, which is what the crazy Brits call acetaminophen. Also they seem to be a LOT more worried that people are going to overdose on the stuff here. There are warnings all over the packaging. Maybe in the US we figure that if someone is stupid enough to OD on Tylenol then good riddance.
• Brush my teeth, if I can find my toothbrush.
• Put on clean clothes rather than the pajamas I've been wearing for days.
• Burn the pajamas I've been wearing for days.
• Drink hot chocolate. Pretend I can taste it.
• Write that 2,0000-word essay that I still haven't written.
• Buy actual tissues, since the 2 rolls of toilet paper I've been using have worn my nose down to a grotesque red nub, much like the nose of a long-term cocaine user.
• Regrow the skin on the toes of my right foot, since I scraped it all off when I stumbled into the kitchen table this morning. I couldn't even get up the energy for the Dance of the Stubbed Toes. It was more like the Dance of the Pained Manatee.
• Consider doing dishes from three days ago. Don't hold your breath on that one.

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Roleplaying rocks!

Recently, I have been swooning in the thrills of roleplaying. To be more precise, roleplaying that involves sadomasochism. That totally rocks. I really can't help but to post some phrases of the MSN chat logs here. And, (My Master) is a great Lord Voledemort imposter. You can really feel the chill running down your spines, you will feel at total mercy of her. Phew.

Legend: The Lepidoctor : He Who Must Not Be Named aka Lord Voledemort.
LingNemesis: Pretty obvious right? Me aka Wormtail.


The Lepidoctor says:

But of course. As you might learn later on, I do not enjoy being proven wrong.

LingNemesis. says:

You will have your way, the master will be correct all the time.

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The Lepidoctor says:

[fingers lightly stroke Wormtail's face] You are good at bootlicking, aren't you.

LingNemesis. says:

If you say so, master.

The Lepidoctor says:

I'll have to test that out for myself if I get new boots. [cackle]

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The Lepidoctor says:

Somebody has questioned my authority before. She suggested I frquently let my servants override my orders and trample me underfoot.

The Lepidoctor says:

I guarantee you, this is definitely not the case

LingNemesis. says:

I have the most respect for your authority, master.

The Lepidoctor says:

Lovely, wormtail.

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The Lepidoctor says:

To help me decide the next shade of nailpolish I should use.

The Lepidoctor says:

And why, what a smart little rat. Absolutely right.

LingNemesis. says:

I suppose black is the colour of the Dark Lord.

The Lepidoctor says:

Or maybe I could consider dark green....

The Lepidoctor says:

Maybe it doesn't matter, becaused they'll be stained dark red later... [leer]

LingNemesis. says:

You make me tingle with fear and anticipation at the same moment, master.

The Lepidoctor says:

And that is why you are such a fascinating specimen, dear Wormtail.

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The Lepidoctor says:

Pretty answer, Wormtail. I'll let this go, this time... but be warned, I do not forget.

LingNemesis. says:

Thank you for your forgiveness, master!

The Lepidoctor says:

It does not come often.

The Lepidoctor says:

And it is also definitely not something to be regarded lightly.

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LingNemesis. says:

You praise of Wormtail a little too much, Master.

The Lepidoctor says:

I will pass my own Judgement, Wormtail. Thank you for your feedback.

LingNemesis. says:

I will repent for doubting your omniscienist wisdom and judgement, master.

The Lepidoctor says:

And repent you shall. It is not plesant to have one's competence questioned.

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Wheee. I should do this more often at MSN. Freaking fun and it kills boredom ultimately.

Roleplaying rocks.
SadoMasochism rocks even more.

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Ibe too sexy for by shird

So I'm still sick, even though I feel a tiny bit better. Only my cold has progressed to my nose, which is never a good thing. And now I sound like a chain-smoking transexual who sings bass.

I did, though, turn in the two pieces of work that were due today. Rejoice with me! And now I'm working on a 2,000 word essay about the history of women in librarianship (Alternate title: "How The Man is keeping us down!"). This would have been a piece of cake back when I was an undergrad and in the habit of churning out essays, but now I am all rusty an' junk.

Then sweet WR is coming over to take care of me and look over the website I have to finish by Friday, becase he is lovely. I am, of course, v. excited to see WR and to have attention and orange juice and Christmas movies, but I'm not sure how much he will enjoy his evening with a sickly mouth-breather. I can just see it now:

Me, trying to look alluring: "So . . . coughhackcough . . . wadda cub over an' sit odd byy side of the couch?"

WR: "Um, do you need some tissues? Here, let me go get some."

Me: "Doe, doe, stay here! I'b fide!"

Then I will lean in to kiss him, and he will pull back, alarmed.

WR: "Errrrrr. . . can't we just just, like, cuddle?"

Me: "Whad! Are you sayig you don' want subba this?" coughhackchokecoughsniffffle

WR: "Ah . . . not at the moment, no."

Oh yeah.

Ibe too sexy.

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I've got some bad news and some good news

The Bad News
The bad news is that I am sick. You might think it is just a common cold, but you would be wrong. I look like a lukewarm pile of death, I SOUND like a chain-smoking transexual, and when I cough it feels as though tiny Gremlin armies are scampering around in my throat with pick-axes.

I want to die.

What makes this really bad is that this is the final week before the Christmas vacation, and so I have 2 projects due tomorrow and another 2 due on Friday. Only I sort of don't even want to get out of bed, much less haul my sick self up the hill to the computer lab where my work is saved. So there you have it. Now I will for sure flunk out of school. It's a pity, really.

The Good News
The good news is that I get to go home and see The Precious!!!!!!! (I mean, unless I die of consumption first.)

My department decided to push back the first day of lectures, so I ended up with an extra week of Christmas vacation in January, right after Savvymom has her baby and when my parents are flying down to Utah to visit them. So I checked online and found out that I could get a ticket home. It's still going to cost an absolute fortune that I wasn't planning to spend, but I'm using my Christmas money and some Skymiles and some student loan and there you have it.

When I first realized it was a possibility I called Mom and Dad to see what they thought, and then I called Savvymom.

Me: Hey, I need to ask you something important.

SM: Okay . . .

Me: Right. So, you know how my school was supposed to start back up on the 9th? Well now they're saying they don't want to see us until the 16th, so I was thinking-----

SM: YES YES YOU CAN COME!!

So there you have it. It will be like a second Christmas celebration, but with a newborn and a drugged-up Savvymom and a stressed-out toddler and a whole lotta people crammed in one tiny apartment.

Fa-la-la-la-laaaa, la-la-la-coughchokehackcough

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Bored out of my sane wits.

Recently enough, I have been immersing myself in a sinful lifestyle of reading slash fan fiction all day long, eating, then more reading, then eating again, then talking nonsense online.

The perfect word to sum up my life at this very moment is ''Slothfull''.

I need a damn job. I want to get richer.

I shall depart my slothful lifestyle and go find one on monday. In fact, Merle/Ruhe got a lobang for me at Penninsula aka the Metal Haven. I really hope I'd get the deal. :P Danke, mein freund!

Oh yes, two of my very favourite bands, Rammstein and Slipknot has been nominated for Grammys 2006 Best Metal Act. Wheeee! Other challengers on the block for this much coveted award are Mudvayne, Shadows Fall, Ministry. Rammstein is competing with its mega opus hit, Mein Teil. Slipknot will use the latest single of theirs, Before I Forget. I just hope either Rammstein or Slipknot will get this award. And please, let one of the bands perform. I'm yearning for some metal action on stage. Plus, since I'm free from the clutches of school during the Grammys Awards, i can finally watch the Live show on TV, instead of recording it. Nice.

I need a medium to liberate my madness.

I don't know what am I saying.

Anyhow, I'm meeting Rei and Shakir later at Penninsula to chill. :P

Til my sanity returns, adios!

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Yes, I do realize . . .

. . . that everyone and their mom have done this little quiz guy already, and that it's so over and everything. But I have to spend the whole day in the computer lab working on my coursework (including designing a website) and I just can't afford to lose my remaining brain cells trying to be clever here.

So here you go. It's that Google Search For "Your Name + Needs" thing that everyone is doing.

Ahem.

Nemesis needs to improve.
(Um, your mom needs to improve . . . )

Nemesis needs a clean up.
(Can't argue with you there)

Nemesis needs a full director's cut.
(Hmmm . . . would it be artistic or just trashy?)

Nemesis needs love, and some baked goods.
(Yes! Yes I do! Sob . . . )

Nemesis needs better bridge protection.
(Tell me about it. I suck at bridge.)

Nemesis needs a damn good kick in her karmic pants
(Oh, I dare you.)

Nemesis needs a new dress.
(That would be nice, actually.)

Nemesis needs more sleep.
(I know!! Sob . . . )

Nemesis needs a little help in the internal multiplier department.
(Okay . . . whatever that means, sure.)

Nemesis needs to have hundreds of cannon fodder henchmen for Frank to wade
through. Body count needs to be extremely high.
(Yes. Yes it does. So, you know, get on that.)

Nemesis needs some late game enhancements.
(Okay, see, my game is just fine. So you'd best shut your mouth.)

Nemesis needs to lay off the sauce.
(Seriously, do you wanna fight me????)

Nemesis needs to be the height of aristocratic decadence.
(Chuh, I'm halfway there, baby!)

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Yay for Christmas presents!

I'm sorry this will be so short. As previously mentioned, I'm carrying on this intense day-in-day-out relationship with my departments's computer lab this week (and next). Lucky for me, WR isn't jealous. Also I suspect he might be having a little sump'n sump'n on the side with his own coursework, that cheater.

But yes, back to presents! My mom's Christmas package arrived this morning! It came just as I was rushing out the door, and I was tempted to just chuck class and stay home opening things, but remembered that I am a Mature Adult and must make Mature Adult Decisions. Also Mom warned me that some of the things in it are for opening now and others are for Christmas morning, and although everything is labeled, it's not all wrapped. So I'm going to have WR open it for me so that I don't see things I'm not supposed to.

Note: This is the part where my entire stinking family will rush to log on and comment that they don't know why I'm even bothering, since I open my presents every year anyway. They say this because they are freaks who can't remember things correctly, also because they can't frigging let things go. One time, one time I opened my presents early, and that's only because the babysitter let me. I was 10, and I fully expected to be told No. But when you're a kid you have to keep pushing--it's just the rule. So when she said, "Okay, fine. Just don't bother me and be sure to tape them back up," I was kind of taken aback. Because she wasn't actually supposed to say that. Only she did, and so I had to open them.

That was the worst Christmas ever, because it's no fun to open a present you've already opened once before. So I've never done that again. And even if I joke about wanting to open presents early, and even if I beg you to let me open presents early, and even if I put a steak knife to your throat and demand my presents, don't give in. I'm just testing the limits, which is what children and adolescents (and those who really should be past this stage by now) do. And if you give in, then you will be harming my emotional and social development. You don't want that on your head now, do you??? Also, I'm going to have maybe 2 things to unwrap this year. No way am I going to ruin the 3.5 minutes of gift-opening that I have scheduled.

So Mom, you can rest easy. I will not be peeking this year. Not that I peek on other years, but still. And thank you for spending a goshawful amount on postage to send me my Christmas stocking! I love you!

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Will you SHUT your stupid mouth face dumb piece of stupid UP!!!!

Seriously, there needs to be a special weapons permit that allows me to carry a taser and just zap the living crubbish out of people who won't shut their fool heads up in the computer lab.

Right now my ire and wrath and anger and irritation are directed at one group of lab-talkers in particular. For a second I was worried that maybe I had become a racist, on account of the group I was mad at is from a different ethnicity than my own. Only I don't think I was mad at them for being of a different ethnicity--I was mad at them for being loud potty-mouthed freaks who wouldn't shut the heck up while I was trying to work.

For those of you who don't know (so pretty much all of you) this is the beginning of the insane cruch time, which will end on December 16th when my last project before Christmas break is turned in. These guys were working on one of the same projects that I was. We have to create a classification scheme/taxonomy/heirarchical structure thingie to do with algae, because the instructors figured we wouldn't know anything about algae (they would be right, there) and would have to look everything up. I just barely finished mine, and these guys had just started. Only they were very, very frustrated about it.

"****ing algae, why the **** does algicides go ****ing after ****ing pesticides, ****? And what about the ******* herbicides then?"
"At's cos ******* herbicides is a kind of pesticide, innit!"
"Herbs ain't pests, you stupid ****! So is it a ******* algicide or a ******* herbicide?"
"Yeah yeah, only oi fink you put herbicides under pesticides."
"This **** is ******, man."

So remember that part where I used to think English accents sounded so cultured? I take it back. These guys and chavs have ruined if for me forever. This went on for a while, and then their girlfriends (who were all dressed alike) showed up and added to the general din, while I prayed for sweet sweet death.

They're gone now, thank the dewey heavens above. And when they come back, I'll be ready.

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Dune is brilliant!

Just read this quote from the book Dune, and you will understand why it had my entranced over the past 2 years. The enitre work of Frank Herbet is so complex and human-like you can't believe it.

Alright, cut the crap and let me get to the point.

I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
--Litany Against Fear
Dune

Get what I mean now?

It's like a religion or philosophy to itself. Dune never fails to amaze me with its complexcity and epic-ness, if there's such a word.

So far, I have completed the Preludes Trilogy and currently reading Dune Messiah.

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Brilliant quote from Shakir.

Quoted from Shakir's sms:

When your life is in darkness, pray to God. And ask him to free you from the darkness. If after you have prayed, you are still in darkness. Please pay your electric bill.

Haha! Good one.

Anyhow, i'm so bored, I decided to write some slash stuff. So here's it: ">Click Here!

You have been warned here. By clicking the above link could result in you wanking, feeling disgusted, find yourself clicking back button or worse, a combination of all three. It's rated stuff there, and no children under 88 can enter. You have been warned, my fiends.

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Deck the halls with boughs of sobbing

So I bought a tree today.

Go me.

I got it at Woolworths, and it's 90 inches high and cost 4 quid. I carried it the 1.6 miles to my house in a huge shopping bag. I set it up on my nightstand in front of my bedroom window, so the neighbors will see that I have the Spirit of Christmas. I've put a cream-colored fleece throw from IKEA under it, and I have a box of 100 clear lights (4 quid, because they like to shaft you on lights over here) to put on. I also bought some of that pretty silver star twisty stuff at IKEA, and maybe I'll make some paper snowflakes for decoration.

I think it will be quite presentable.

Only I sort of want to crawl into bed and start bawling and maybe never come out until Christmas is over and done with.

I wish I could blame this on hormones like Savvymom could, but my good friend Yasmin actually regulates those for me, so no go there. What it comes down to is that even though I am a big grown-up independent woman of 26, this will be my first Christmas without my family. I know that there's a first time for everyone, but I didn't realize it would hit me so hard. I had really good reasons when I decided that Christmas wasn't a good time to fly home, but now I'm having a hard time remembering what they were.

So here are the things I'll miss:

1. Having a real Christmas tree--the kind that smells. (Of course, if it's an Alaskan Christmas tree then it was already frozen and dead before it entered the house, so by the day of Christmas you're pretty much wading through pine needles.)
2. My parents' dog Gabby. Because dogs are great, see? They got her when I was in college, but she remembers me every year and sleeps in my bed.
3. Fires in the fireplace.
4. The Alabama Christmas album. I have no idea why it is part of our Christmas tradition since we don't actually like Alabama or country music, but it just is.
5. Watching all the classic Christmas movies like It's A Wonderful Life, A Christmas Story, and The Muppet Christmas Carol.
6. The Christmas Luau. This became a tradition after my parents started going to Hawaii. Mom makes Kahlua pork and Maui onion chicken and roasts fresh pineapple and we crank up the thermostat and put on leis and shell necklaces and lava lavas and listen to Hawaiian music while there are 4 feet of snow outside.
7. Watching Pride and Prejudice (or Horatio Hornblower if we're feeling swashbuckly) while munching off a 2-lb wheel of brie from Costco.
8. Christmas Eve Dinner: prime rib, horseradish sauce, Alaska king crab, stuffed mushrooms, rolls, Schwepps Raspberry Ginger Ale, cheeseball, the good china which I am inheriting . . .
9. Reading The Best Christmas Pageant Ever as a family. Almost wetting pants. Waiting to see when Savvymom would wet hers.
10. Reading the Christmas story from the Bible on Christmas Eve.
11. Christmas day gumbo.
12. My parents, my brothers and sisters, and my niece and soon-t0-join-us nephew.

So, um, it seems like maybe a lot of my family traditions revolve around food. Huh. I really shouldn't be throwing myself a pity party here, though. I am a lucky, lucky girl. Here are some things about Christmas that will be great:

1. I have a tree.
2. I have been invited over for Christmas dinner by WR's family, who are very nice and welcoming. I also have the wonderful WR to spend Christmas with.
3. My mommy is sending me a stocking full of goodies.
4. My dad sent me a card with English pounds in it so that I can get something nice for Christmas. Am not going to think about how much I lost during the exchange from dollars to pounds.
5. I have Jif peanut butter.
6. I know where to get canned pumpkin so that I can make pumpkin pie.
7. I have Skype, so I can wake up early Christmas morning (my time) and talk to my family on Christmas Eve (their time). Maybe they'll even let me listen in on the reading.
8. I'm in England! That has to count for something. I mean, if you're going to be away from your family it's better to do it in England than in Kansas or some place like unto it.

So there you go. I have an embarassment of riches and now I'm going to go put lights on the tree.

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Arrest those robbers!

OMG. Ville just got drugged and robbed.

ContactMusic.com is reporting that H.I.M. frontman Ville Valo fell victim to a brazen robbery after his drink was spiked in a Minneapolis, Minnesota, bar during his recent U.S. tour — and he has vowed to stay sober ever since.

The Finnish rocker was drinking with strangers the evening before a gig on October 21, 2005 when the drugging took place, leaving him suffering minor injuries and with his pockets cleaned out.

And the singer is now so terrified of a repeat incident, he is staying off alcohol for the foreseeable future.

He says, "They put some drugs in my pint of beer. I blacked out and woke up in a hotel room I'd never seen before.

"Somebody had stolen my jacket, my asthma medicine, my fags (cigarettes), my credit cards and my cell phone.

"I had a couple of scratches, probably from falling down, but nothing worse.

"I've been sober ever since."

Someone gotta use their shotguns and annihilate those damned robbers.

Good that Ville is stayng sober now, otherwise he'd get liver chirrosis someday.

Take care, Hot Ville! \m/

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Random raving and some snapshots.

Hey people once again, guten Tag to you all.

I found these pictures at the 4I yahoo group, so I decided to post the finest ones here for memory keepsake purposes. ;)


Oh fuck it, get that damn bike away!

This is the picture of my class's Vice Chairman, Form Teacher, Chairman respectively, namely Hui Ying, Miss Neo (also the biology teacher), and finally Anthony John Stevens Lim Guo Yong aka the Chemistry FREAK plus Super Duper Mugger, don't mess with him, you'd lose him.

Now what on earth is this bloke doing?

The girls of 4I trying to form a mosh pit, but to no avail.

This distinctively look like a communist picture. *Ahh! Reach out to the Great Form Teacher, Miss Neo!*


On the random side, I'm mad over Lucius Malfoy, thanks to Merle/Ruhe. :P Argh, I want that wicked looking cane of his!

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The Emo reveals thyself...

OMFG. Emo detected! *alarm reverbrating in the room*

Here's the evidence.



** fishs out EMO Hunter Handbook and furrows my brows. hmmm. **

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