CALL MY MOTHER!

drama. drama. drama night. it succeeded in drawing the july frast trackers even closer to each other.
we all did superb :D it was definitely a night that we'll never forget.

Backstab. Drama Group E.

Alex : "call my mother!"
F-ING EPIC.
if it wasnt him who said that, our play wouldnt be as awesome. he was the funniest. period.

the dramas are great; we dont have complicated storylines but we did great with the lights, setting, and the atmosphere. The other plays were about dancing, death personified, romance, and fairy tale. Mine was supposed to be a noir, murder-mystery drama.

anyone who wants to see the play, click here. but it's not HQ and it's from a handheld blackberry, so dont expect much.

in the play, i was the murderer. but i was the good guy. i killed Allan (Prof. Siegbert) for a good reason. or so i think. lol.

this week was also go-out week. we went to all these different places to eat out. My favorite was Lygon, of course. tuesday was Brunetti with Pinka and Corina (just went out with them earlier again there). On thursday, it was pizza night in Papa Gino's and dessert in Trevi with Corina and Cicil. And friday morning before drama was a trip to the city (thanks to Frank for no EAP class that day) with Allan and Cicil. Initally we only planned to go to Brother Baba Budan (nice coffee), but we ended up buying buns ($ 1.5 for a tiny pork bun is .. i cant even..) and ate in White Tomato. A Korean buffet lunch, which is too bad since I got stuffed before that -___- Saturdays was Ajisen Ramen.

Toblerone cheese cake. For 3 people.

and i bought a couple of clothes. see, with girls, they would totally be honest with you, but they could also be great persuaders :p

in conclusion, that week was really not good for my wallet. lol

btw, did i really change a lot? i dont think so. but if that's good, then i'll go with it :)

exactly.

i used to cry my eyes, my heart out... but i realized i cant cry anymore.
you can say im totally numbed.
but this doesnt really help. its overwhelming. its excruciating. but i cant... i just cant.
i cant let anything out. not anymore.
there used to be a heart-shaped object in the center of me. where is it now? can someone help me find it?

cheeks are constantly red. but i like it though.

what I've been doing lately:

the picture says it all.

should be doing:

 

2 days ago:

TRUE STORY.

currently liking and wanting:

rice wine and mishaps.

yeah. this is just.. something.
so i cooked rice 2 weeks ago and it turned watery before i finished it and stuff, and i was too lazy to wash it.
i opened the lid today.
a sudden, strong smell emerged. it honestly smelled.. different. peculiar.
it smelled like wine.

freaking wine.

*screaming profanities*

and after that, i immediately sprayed some glade. BAD IDEA.

i actually had to wash it using a scarf and putting it on my face like a cowboy. or a ninja.
....... im still amazed that rice can also undergo fermentation.
hmm. i still have a loaf of bread from 2 weeks ago. i keep forgetting to feed them to the birds. oh well.

other than rice wine, HOI essay went a bit better than expected, but still.
im NOT thrilled to see the literature essay topics tomorrow. AT ALL.
and media research about modern punk?
i can honestly say i love the topic, but im not looking forward to it. thanks to lack of good data.

*screaming more profanities*

gotta love the cover. he was sick. but awesome.

sons of anarchy, inspire me.

Y U

about war: written by a naive pacifist.

is there ever a good reason to go to war?
anyone, anyone at all, tell me if there is.

there is always a reason for war.
standing up for pride, racism, hatred, religion, domination, megalomania, the neverending list.
the only reason closest to rationality is probably defense.
but still, can you claim it to be virtuous?
are you proud of putting an end to other people's lives? for whatever reason?

you said you were fighting for your beliefs? your dignity?
is it your dignity, or your selfless ego?

you know, bringing up about justice doesn't really help.
does justice justify every action no matter what?

so obsessed with the idea of combat.

why, would it kill you to live a normal, peaceful life?

what is this blind justice every men is talking about?

im not the expert of war. i've never been and seen a war in my life, and i dont want to.
but i've heard quite enough stories about it.
they say you were fighting for your ideals, your beliefs, your virtue.
but really, are you?
it's really not that. you just would never admit it.
so consumed by pride and ego.

so you would rather see all of them die, for pretty much nothing?
what makes war any better than a massacre, a genocide, a mass suicide?
they all die in the end, not in a good way either.

you say you're a protector.
you're no more than just a pawn.

and you, your ridiculous reason for war.
your senseless reason of why those lives should be put to an end.
your heartless, idiotic reason and plan.
your repulsive narrow-mindedness.
i cant even begin to explain.


but hey, what do i know, right? i may be just another paranoid, neurotic, anxious individual that don't count.

I-MA-GI-NA-TION!