tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57921712011-08-03T12:05:29.315+07:00mindworksLyndelle's blog. Best viewed in 1024x768 resolution. And "smaller" text size.Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.comBlogger3751100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-37608656673718708432009-07-17T17:03:00.001+07:002009-07-17T17:05:12.363+07:00hi.i'm no longer here.you can find me in the ninth cubicle.Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-46437212543395515512008-11-13T18:13:00.002+07:002008-11-13T18:19:42.002+07:00Oh, look, an update!I'm not going to apologise for not blogging because it's getting old. I bet you're tired of reading "I'm so sorry for not blogging!" over and over again.Anyway, on to what I want to blog about.I finally found out when I will graduate. I should be happy about it, but honestly, I wish I wasn't graduating at the end of next year. I quite like it here, the country, the people, my Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-84921030471234849772008-07-24T09:39:00.002+07:002008-07-24T10:04:49.685+07:00It's funny how not a single driver stops for a someone walking in the rain without an umbrella.Actually, it's not funny at all. In this Adventist community, it's shocking, appalling, outrageous. There are so many other words to describe it, some of which are much worse than the ones here.Is it so hard to pull over for a few seconds to let someone into the shelter of the car?I mean, since the Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-48516433019077415682008-07-10T12:07:00.002+07:002008-07-10T12:44:28.252+07:00I try not to complain about the cold, because it beats sweating like a pig any day a million times over.But lately it's been SO cold that it actually warrants my complaints.Yes, I am aware that because I'm in the southern hemisphere and hence the seasons (which I happen to care about because there is only one season where I come from) are the other way around, which means that I am currently Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-71006642670527113052008-06-20T15:00:00.004+07:002008-06-21T10:18:09.313+07:00The semester is over.Although I'm relieved that the burdens of last-minute assignments and essays and long hours of arduous practices are finally but momentarily lifted, I'm sad that the semester is over.The campus is really quiet now.The techno music from my neighbour's room comforts me.The harsh light sneaking under my door when my room in dark comforts me.The loud talking in the hallway that Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-68817017605202857342008-05-09T10:51:00.002+07:002008-05-09T11:16:59.384+07:00OMG.That was my reaction when I heard an announcement over the dorm intercom.I just have two words to sum it up: HEAD LICE.Oh Lord. Don't let them get me. They have already gotten some people in campus. Exactly how many, I don't know; I know that I don't want to become one of them. I've never had head lice and I don't intend on getting any now and in the future.Argh!My method of prevention? No Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-26352465148996043752008-05-02T13:30:00.002+07:002008-05-02T13:41:39.570+07:00About time I blogged.I've had a strange and sudden craving for horror flicks.A malevolent spirit that comes out of a toilet gassing a whole town to death. A psychotic kid butchering his family and friends with a rusted fork. A mutated rabbit hunting and eating human beings violently. A very wrinkly and saggy grandmother undressing.Anything.Any suggestions?Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-14125040112555554372008-04-12T18:45:00.002+07:002008-04-12T18:50:42.660+07:00On Friday, The Promise went to a beach somewhere in Newcastle slightly under an hour away from Avondale where we took many pictures.You can see some of them on the photographer's blog here.We had lots of fun taking them, just being with each other and sharing each one's craziness. What you see there is less then 10% of the total number of pictures.I am very blessed to have this wonderful Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-55955121449104690922008-04-11T07:25:00.003+07:002008-04-11T08:03:46.316+07:00I got the best news during The Promise practice today.I still can't believe it. I can still hear it...There is a big possibility that we will go to - bam badda bam! - New York (yup, the US!) this year. Robb, our director, is in talks with a person of authority (haha, I don't have a better description, but she is a woman, girl power!) to get our asses there. He's pretty well-connected in the musicDaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-68495784971553658852008-03-27T17:43:00.002+07:002008-03-27T18:25:19.141+07:00Happy post time! Happy post time!The weather is turning out to be quite pleasant. We're in the early stages of autumn, and the air is noticeable colder. I like! I like!Maybe it's because I come from a hot and humid country where summer is the season all year round.I like winter because...it feels extra comfy to snuggle up under the covers at nightit makes me love the sun moreit allows me to layerDaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-66315618508203519312008-03-25T15:17:00.002+07:002008-03-25T15:39:35.459+07:00I've always doubted my Classical piano playing.I know I shouldn't compare myself to other pianists, but I really can't help doing just that. There are so many great Classical pianists here and I feel like I should be as skillful.Sadly, I'm not. At least I don't think I am.I almost broke down in my piano lesson today. Let me just say that my new piano teacher is a very insightful, knowledgeable, Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-26515809649803256172008-03-18T12:56:00.002+07:002008-03-18T15:37:40.071+07:00The Promise had the first ever gig today.I don't mind putting in the hours to learn and memorize a piece, staying back to practice with the group, and exhausting the voice and breathing mechanisms. I really don't.But waking up early? Yeah, I friggin' mind that. A LOT.That's what I had to do this morning. I'm not an early riser (I don't do sun salutations anymore), mainly because it's difficult Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-19977562677572693482008-03-08T06:15:00.002+07:002008-03-08T06:22:12.999+07:00Okay, so I decided to do the long overdue brow grooming this morning. It's been a while since I've tamed them. Not that I have bushy eyebrows, it's just that they need a little help now and then.So I took out my tweezers and plucked the first hair.And then there was this pain that caused my eyes to tear.It's been quite some time since I've pulled out any hair from my body.I hope that the redness Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-60142872739972654642008-03-04T06:48:00.002+07:002008-03-04T07:22:09.896+07:00Okay, so maybe being 5'6" for an Asian male isn't too bad. Asians are not typically tall or big bodied. And sometimes, that's a good thing, like being small enough to navigate the Cu Chi Tunnels in Vietnam.But, of course, there are always exceptions, some kind of fluke of nature. The lucky bastards get to be 6' or just slightly below that. Not that I'm bitter at tall Asians. It's just... unfair Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-77605320781395726652008-03-03T06:09:00.003+07:002008-03-03T06:44:54.909+07:00I've just finished my first class for the week... a class that I rushed to get to.I'm not one to be late for class habitually (it does happen, just not on a regular basis). If I am late for a class, it is usually because I choose to be late, reasons mainly because I feel less than enthusiastic about it. And yes, there have been occasions where I've intentionally been late for, e.g. Thai Language Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-18262197854634600992008-03-02T17:58:00.002+07:002008-03-02T18:51:52.697+07:00There's something that makes me feel so grown-up-ish about being to navigate the railways of an unknown city.Sydney is hardly an unknown city, but, for me, it is, and not just unknown, but huge as well. And there's nothing like the complex railway system to intimidate first-timers.I spent my first weekend in Australia at a good friend's place. The reason I'm blogging about this is because I foundDaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-23539447948799215552008-02-25T10:57:00.002+07:002008-02-25T11:58:37.753+07:00Meh.I'm back in Avondale, and in addition to having a mild headache from sleep deprivation (those seats in the planes are not sleep-friendly at all), I'm feeling heaps a tad bit homesick.Is it a feeling that one will ever completely get used to?Unpacking doesn't make it any easier either. I take out a striped shirt, and then I think of my father who bought it for me on my birthday. I stack my Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-80426623854931626302008-02-14T15:32:00.002+07:002008-02-14T15:48:22.848+07:00Yup. I owe this post (and countless others) to you all.It's not that I've been lazy. Just go look for July 10, 2007's post for the explanation. Now that I'm lazy to permalink for you. I've just gone archive-spelunking for it, so gimme a break.On the bright side, once I'm back in my dorm room in Avondale, you can expect to see posts. Lots of it even, I promise.So stay tuned. I'm leaving on the Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-81031177808086750892008-01-03T15:03:00.000+07:002008-01-03T15:21:02.364+07:00Haha. Hey, it's a new year.Bleh. In just a few more days, I'll turn 21. Scary number. I'm not ready to become an adult yet.But I am ready to face 2008. I've just received an email from my choir director which says that I made it into The Promise. I can't wait to find out what we'll be doing and where we'll be going!Well, that's all the good news I have for now. I'm still so excited about being a Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-52452498498402182262007-12-03T17:20:00.000+07:002007-12-03T17:27:25.288+07:00Matty has just left.I feel very empty now.He'll visit in March when the semester begins. I cannot wait to see him again.Tomorrow, he's having an audition in the afternoon to enter the Sydney Conservatory. I hope he makes it. He's been practicing real hard. He's nervous about the twelve-bar blues in all twelve keys.I'm positive that he'll get in.Matty, I miss you heaps.Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-83512785228869298152007-12-02T19:38:00.000+07:002007-12-02T19:57:32.293+07:00I'm going home in two days.Woohoo, right? Not really.Not that I'm not looking forward to seeing my family and friends. I am very excited to being with them again.But I don't really want to leave this Avondale just yet. Perhaps it's because I've only been here for just a couple of months. I feel like I've only started to get to know the place and the people, and now I'm going to leave here for Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-51139251460546195612007-11-26T22:09:00.000+07:002007-11-26T22:21:28.000+07:00He is gone. The swirling waters took him, and pulled him under when he no longer had the strength to fight for a breath of air.I still remember the last words he spoke to me when I met him in April this year."You need a haircut."They made me laugh then. But when I think of it now, I feel the opposite. Those words have taken a totally new meaning. I wish there was more spoken between us. Who knew Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-37082746275402157422007-11-22T21:01:00.000+07:002007-11-22T21:07:04.383+07:00"I've left the website.""Oh, yeah, it's on his left side."Haha.Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-21654876010709790052007-11-09T19:05:00.000+07:002007-11-09T19:14:57.050+07:00All I wanted was for you to listen to me, to just hear me tell you what's on my mind and bothering me.But you had to spoil everything by telling me what I should and shouldn't do. You told me that everything I've done and doing to fix this was wrong. You told me that I was wrong.I know that I am wrong. I know that what I'm doing to pull myself through my not be the best means. But that was not Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-71405347988836286592007-11-06T18:28:00.000+07:002007-11-06T18:40:54.698+07:00For those of you who've kept me in your prayers, thank you.Not many know that I'm going through a crazy time right now. I'm still trying to get my head around whatever's got me all messed up. I really think I've gone mad. And by the look of things, I'll continue to be this way until time heals me. I hope it won't take too long. I don't like living like this. I'm tired of hurting myself like Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-23877573401625779402007-10-27T21:46:00.000+07:002007-10-27T21:50:46.538+07:00Daylight savings time.Such a foreign concept to me. It's going to begin at 2:00AM, Sunday, which is roughly an hour's time from now.From what I've heard, we lose an hour. What I understand from that is that I will now have to wake up one hour earlier.Ugh. Daylight savings time.Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-18874527305763919132007-10-25T06:40:00.001+07:002007-10-25T06:48:29.377+07:00For those on you on Friendster, you should be familiar with the daily horoscope readings. I love reading those, not because I believe in them (but sometimes they do give good practical advice), but because of the amusement I get out of it. Today's (October 25, 2007) cracked me up: CapricornThe Bottom Line Whether you are looking for a new romance or not, it will be looking for you today. In Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-38589630701928672032007-10-16T12:05:00.000+07:002007-10-16T12:39:06.264+07:00OMG.I've just had my first vocal lesson here in Avondale......and let me tell you that I've discovered parts of my body that I didn't know exist.It's scary.Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-27121230052888736022007-10-04T08:25:00.000+07:002007-10-04T08:33:29.614+07:00The mid semester break starts tomorrow and lasts till classes resume on October 15. That's slightly over a week. I should be going "Yay!" at this instance, but I don't feel like that exactly. Weird, eh?The campus is going to become really quiet. Too quiet, in fact. Although I haven't been socializing since I got here, I still need some people around me. Some noise. Some chaos.It's gonna be a Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-90204760473573114212007-09-25T10:27:00.000+07:002007-09-25T10:36:44.862+07:00Wow. I'm surprised by all the love I got. So, if I'm not as alone as I think I am, I got a question:Why didn't y'all say something earlier?Thanks guys. You have no idea how much you all have touched me with all you've said to me these couple of days.Being alone most of the time just makes me appreciate you all and the good, bad, and ugly times we had even more. I still love and miss you guys.Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-18188704759593477662007-09-22T17:31:00.000+07:002007-09-22T18:18:36.067+07:00Yay for you.I welcome you to my blog.I wonder how many readers I have now. Probably one or two. Three if I'm lucky.It makes me feel like there's no point in blogging anymore, because I'm writing for an audience, not really myself. I've made it a point to myself to get a post in everyday, but what's the use if nobody reads them?I recall a time, long ago, when people actually cared about my humble Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-32066501363967249752007-09-21T18:35:00.000+07:002007-09-21T20:11:31.377+07:00I'm going to a neighbouring church with the choir tomorrow. We've got a special program lined up for them.I can't say that I'm all excited, because I foresee myself being by...well, myself. I haven't bonded with anyone in the choir. I only know less than five people by name. Sad, isn't it? Not the situation, but me not making an effort to get to know people. I don't blame anything or anyone else Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-2032248058741008572007-09-20T14:47:00.001+07:002007-09-20T14:58:38.542+07:00Can you change the word calm into a noun?Calm adjective, -er, -est, noun, verb –adjective 1.without rough motion; still or nearly still: a calm sea. 2.not windy or stormy: a calm day. 3.free from excitement or passion; tranquil: a calm face; a calm manner. –noun 4.freedom from motion or disturbance; stillness. 5.Meteorology. wind speed of less than 1 mph (0.447 m/sec). 6.freedom Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-49116261219292602212007-09-19T18:09:00.000+07:002007-09-19T18:40:48.262+07:00How's rhinotillexis for a new word?You'll never guess what it means. Want a clue? You can find part of the word in rhinoceros, rhinoplasty, rhinology (doesn't mean the study of the rhinoceros, okay?), and countless other words....Any ideas? Want another clue? Tillexis is Greek for "habit of picking."That should have rung a bell.Well, if not, rhino is Greek for "nose."Aha! Yes, I am laughing with Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-29049305821265227652007-09-18T19:12:00.000+07:002007-09-18T19:36:42.201+07:00So here I was, reflecting upon the day's events for something blogworthy to poke fun at.Nothing. Nothing out of the ordinary. All I had was a couple more hours till midnight. I was going to have to accept that I would end the day without blogging......until the fire alarm went off yet again. This is the second time it's happened. The cause? A burnt burger patty on a plastic plate in the microwaveDaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-56332570871848011962007-09-17T05:48:00.001+07:002007-09-17T08:54:01.690+07:00The guys on my floor have taken singing in the shower to a whole new level.They perform highly improvised duets and trios, and, amazingly, they sound really good. Songs are sung in a variety of styles, most commonly pop, but once in a while, you will hear an operatic tenor belting to the accompaniment of the irregular rhythmic pattering of the showers. Amongst the musical styles, the most rare ofDaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-68543294037398981122007-09-16T07:32:00.000+07:002007-09-16T10:57:52.758+07:00I've decided to put down some of my notable "firsts" for future reference, and for the times when I feel like I can't get any stupid-er.As of September 15, I've been here for exactly one month! And yet, it doesn't feel like it's been that long...On September 9, I made my first trip down to Sydney with Joy and Charmaine, and then had dinner with Mae and Victor.On September 12, I got a free ticket Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-36746492146319070782007-09-14T19:43:00.000+07:002007-09-14T19:55:46.642+07:00Haha.The lazy afternoon silence is broken; a voice is heard on the PA in the Watson Hall*: "Ladies on the top floor, ladies on the top floor."Then come in unison shouts from the residents of the second floor, shouts that welcome the women as they ascend the carpeted marble stairs. In other words, they all went gila when the girls came to visit some guys. I laugh at the at the workings of the Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-68342491813321956822007-09-13T20:08:00.000+07:002007-09-13T20:28:14.882+07:00Heh. Sorry for the long I've-not-been-updating period. Vivian, don't you just love that word? Period. I've been quite lazy busy lately. Could hardly fine the time to drop a few words here.*cough cough*I had my first birthday party today! Well, it wasn't mine, as *some* of you might have realized. I meant I attended my first birthday party of a friend. Yup, that's right, I've made friends with Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-66584248253399165362007-09-09T03:59:00.000+07:002007-09-09T04:01:35.288+07:00I'm going to Sydney today!I've not been in the city yet. The closest I've been to it would be when I was at the airport.I'm excited. Yay!Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-58899471332025024662007-09-06T09:40:00.000+07:002007-09-06T09:55:18.431+07:00Brrr. The cold is really getting to me.It's like being in an air-conditioned room, only you can't find the remote control to the air-conditioner, which has been set to the lowest temperature possible.The temp's only 14 degrees Celsius. It's nothing really, yet I'm freezing my butt off. And the wind doesn't help either.Having said all this, I do welcome the cold. It makes one appreciate the sun Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-19443325556606967032007-09-05T07:58:00.000+07:002007-09-05T08:15:24.422+07:00Here's one of my embarrassing stories:Some time last week, I went over to the cafeteria for lunch. By that time, I've had already met a couple of people, whose names and faces I've somewhat forgotten. (It's like after we've had exchanged names, I'd completely forget them seconds after...)So there I was, near the front of the line (well, there wasn't really a line, because there were only three Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-75515252873468690912007-09-04T15:08:00.000+07:002007-09-04T15:18:55.312+07:00Two days of no sunshine, and the cold returns.It's so cold that even a mundane, harmless activity like washing hands turns into a form of torture.But I love the cold. Sure beats sweaty armpits anytime!Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-9688782434963627332007-08-26T15:31:00.000+07:002007-08-26T15:53:19.282+07:00It's official! It's been a week since I first found myself stranded in Sydney International Airport for 6 hours!(Did I not tell that story?)It seems I do have more to tell than I thought. You love stories, don't you? Here's one more. I really should write a book about my misadventures in Australia, don't you think?But I really love short stories, so, staying true to myself, I will keep this one Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-81555701107370109252007-08-20T06:11:00.000+07:002007-08-20T06:42:18.032+07:00I'm finally in Australia!I feel like a Primary 1 kid on his first day of school. As of now, I'm not registered yet. Heh. Did I mention that I'm 2 weeks late? Oh, the embarassment of being the new kid on campus who's two weeks late...It's a long story.But since I have time to kill, I should just share a condensed version of it.My application was sent over a month ago via mail, giving me enough Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-24197172714144719922007-08-06T15:53:00.001+07:002007-08-06T15:59:06.587+07:00I'm going to Australia soon. No definite date as of yet, although classes commence tomorrow. I'm still waiting for my visa and my medical check-up. Once they are done, I can get my ticket and fly down under. But now I just have to wait, just enjoy my last days in Kuching......which could be better if it weren't for my tonsillitis. I saw a doctor yesterday and got diagnosed with "Acute Follicular Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-54449236129307115932007-07-10T14:43:00.000+07:002007-07-10T14:53:24.100+07:00A million apologies.But it wasn't really my fault. You can't blame me for having my telephone cable stolen. Okay, long story short, the cables get nicked every time Telekom replaces them that they have stopped replacing them altogether.So that's one reason why I've not been blogging for over a month, from home anyway.Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-4804203877637219692007-05-14T13:44:00.000+07:002007-05-14T14:05:59.488+07:00Today is officially my last 24-hour day in Mission College, Thailand. Tomorrow, I will get on an early morning flight back home. Goodbye dusty roads sometimes fragranced by the noxious air from a nearby chicken farm.Already I've said on-the-verge-of-tears goodbyes to some of my friends. Tomorrow, the process will repeat. Goodbye to the people with whom I've spent so much of my time.My last hours Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-67649958072544254802007-05-03T15:41:00.000+07:002007-05-03T15:44:49.612+07:00(I feel like a new template.)=)Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-37237073028550073922007-05-02T15:01:00.000+07:002007-05-02T15:07:53.894+07:00Ever since finals started, I've had the opportunity to get some extra shut-eye. On thing good about sleeping in is that I find myself getting less hungry! (I know this will sound really bad, but I've resorted to one meal a day.)Less Hungry = Less EatingAnd of course,Less Eating = Less Weight Put OnNaturally,Less Weight Put On = Less Fat on BodyWhich brings us to,Less Fat on Body = Less Fat on Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-60771703022884261052007-04-30T15:58:00.000+07:002007-04-30T16:36:07.462+07:00I have one word for you:FINALS.That should adequately explain my current decrease in blogging activity.I love you guys.Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-89979782572188736912007-04-27T14:22:00.000+07:002007-04-27T14:38:19.643+07:00Two days ago, Vivian came to me in the library, and, by the look on her face, her nose picked up a scent.(Let me just say that I was using a new hair product before you read the following lines.)She said that she smelled something, and then began to survey the vicinity with her nose. Her brief investigation led her to this conclusion:"Smells like a sweater."I then told her to take a whiff of my Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-80391595219812785922007-04-24T11:33:00.000+07:002007-04-24T12:11:34.429+07:00I'm back! Mentally refreshed but physically exhausted.I will blog about the trip soon, which, if I said was just fantastic, that would be an understatement. Just gotta get my points down, and put them together. Meanwhile, I will blog about something else, something so trivial that you would want to discontinue reading this now.I HAVE friggin' EYEBAGS! They're huge, but only when I smile or laugh.Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-42907037447814456842007-04-11T13:13:00.000+07:002007-04-11T14:58:57.767+07:00I will be away for 10 days with no access to the internet. That means I can't blog.I will be trippin' around West Malaysia and Singapore from April 12 to 22 with the Chamber Choir and String Ensemble. Below are the details:April 12 - 20 (Malaysia)12: Lodging at Penang Adventist Hospital13: Day trip to Ipoh Church for concert14: Concerts at PEN SDA English Church & Hospital Church, sightseeing at Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-71631737913011210002007-04-10T14:21:00.000+07:002007-04-10T14:48:07.254+07:00I was almost hit by a motorcycle yesterday.If I had not stopped walking for a couple of seconds, I would have been hit head on in a place where no motorcyclists should be driving. Here's the story:Finishing lunch, Aaron, Toshi, and I left the cafeteria early for choir. When all of us should have taken a left, Aaron and Toshi walked straight ahead. I stopped, turned back, and asked them where theyDaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-73811262645943258732007-04-08T14:26:00.000+07:002007-04-08T14:49:22.380+07:00I was visited upon by a cleaner-lady as I took a wee-wee in the toilet."Soli," she said, in a strong Thai accent, putting the stress on the second syllable of the poorly pronounced word."It's okay," I squeaked as I pushed my torso into the urinal in an attempt to conceal my precious wiener from her view. If I had pushed in any harder, I would have left a hole in the wall where the urinal used to Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-52042798968169169082007-04-04T14:35:00.000+07:002007-04-04T15:06:37.525+07:00Dreams are sublime.Between 6.00 AM to 6.50 AM this morning, I experienced a dream from which I refused to wake. If I could choose, I would continue to live in that dream, only waking to sustain my physical body, and then eagerly return to that which would never, in a million lifetimes, happen in this life so painfully named reality.One of my wildest fantasies came true in that dream. I will not Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-24877913902197597372007-04-03T14:24:00.000+07:002007-04-03T15:02:40.930+07:00The Ambitious Toe, Part Deux((In the last installment, the toe decided to see the world, first setting its sight on a wooden leg of a chair while riding a slipper.))Raaaaaaaaaaawr!The moment of truth was at hand. The toe's world would never remain the same after today. It would finally show the rest of the toes that it was just as capable as they were, perhaps even stronger, despite being the Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-25102260051247987232007-04-02T14:35:00.000+07:002007-04-02T15:03:45.435+07:00Thanks Nate, for a refreshing Sunday!Sometimes, we just need to break away, even if just for a brief moment, from normal life. In my case, normal life would be college life. And that was exactly what we did yesterday evening. Nate was so thoughtful to invite Vivian and I for a relaxing drive in the countryside.We came across some ostriches with their gaping mouths, disproportionately humongous Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-80181398675906842992007-03-29T11:37:00.000+07:002007-03-29T12:23:14.992+07:00This is for you, you bastard. I hate you so much that this poem is dedicated to your sick and sodding life, your words, your gestures, your smiles, all fake, all tricks. Have a happy life, because you don't know what you did to me.I Am Not Like the FishermanThe weary fish,hungryThe shiny hook,disguisedby a tasty worm(fat and juicy)smelling and swimmingthe fish likes wormsfor foodbecause it lives Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-12355388092868139682007-03-28T15:21:00.000+07:002007-03-28T15:53:57.232+07:00I was given a pot of a kind rose plant on Valentine's Day. At that time, there were only two mature roses in bloom.Being a closeted plant lover, I cared for it like it was a pet, although I certainly have no green thumb. (I don't even know what to call it. Rose bush?) I placed it in the cool shade of the balcony of my dorm room, and sprinkled it twice a day, morning and evening. If I had Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-72451962345735149672007-03-27T11:46:00.000+07:002007-03-27T12:26:47.290+07:00The Ambitious Toe, Part UnOne day, the littlest toe on a foot belonging to a twentysomething decided to discover the world. Item number one on its "Discover the World" list was to see if its strength was greater than that of a leg of a chair. It wanted to prove that it was just as big and strong as the other toes, especially the biggest toe.While taking a ride in a sleek, black slipper, it saw, Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-41686841761980196562007-03-26T10:39:00.000+07:002007-03-26T13:55:43.178+07:00Oh no.For some reason, my archive links aren't working. Try them and tell me if they're actually taking you somewhere other than to an appropriately titled page: Blogger: 404 Error - Page Not Found.I hope it's all still there. That's almost 4 years of blogging material! I can't lose all those to some computer/server/html coding error! No, I won't allow it! That's would be so... anti-climactic.GotDaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-69026601521184635072007-03-25T16:08:00.000+07:002007-03-25T16:24:04.467+07:00An update.There was no test. The teacher (God bless Mr. Petros's soul) decided to move it up to Tuesday. Yay! and No!Yay! because I wasn't completely prepared for it. (But who's ever completely prepared for a test anyway?)No! because now I get to add something to my worry list!But, hey, I don't want to start complaining about it. All things will pass, and this test definitely will!Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-7273634355997288602007-03-25T12:03:00.000+07:002007-03-25T12:09:07.379+07:00Oh my gosh.I have a test today and I had completely forgotten about it!"We have a CIS test tomorrow, right?" asked a classmate of mine yesterday, all bright-eyed. Of course she knew, but I think she really wanted to know if I remembered it. A sneaky little girl, you are!"WHAAAAAAAAAAT?!"Thanks for telling me and spoiling my weekend. But really, I'm grateful that she reminded me. I just wonder nowDaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-64225364244395871642007-03-23T13:59:00.000+07:002007-03-23T14:13:46.705+07:00Check it out!I promised a new blog design, didn't I? After many--well, not that many--templates, I finally settled on this one. Like it?As of today, I'm officially declaring my hiatus on a hiatus. Get it? Meaning, I'm back in business! Be informed, all ye faithful bloggers, that I have returned!p/s: By the way, the bald little boy in purple is not me. It might be. I haven't really thought about Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-19880548014164510162007-03-06T12:20:00.000+07:002007-03-06T12:37:27.329+07:00Cambodia.I miss it dearly. The dusty roads, the soaring temperature, the funky-tasting water, and the bumpy tuk-tuk rides, just to name a few of the things I experienced over there.I met three volunteers from the US there: Jeremiah, Michelle, and Lindsay. They've been to MC before. I hope they will pay us a visit again, because I really want to meet them again. Cool people.But most of all, I missDaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-62744388878838885182007-02-20T15:46:00.001+07:002007-02-20T15:46:36.005+07:00You are 73% CapricornHow Capricorn Are You?Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-8553917685077667682007-02-20T15:44:00.001+07:002007-02-20T15:44:41.063+07:00Your Deadly SinsSloth: 60%Envy: 40%Gluttony: 40%Greed: 40%Lust: 20%Pride: 20%Wrath: 0%Chance You'll Go to Hell: 31%You will get bugs, because you're too lazy to shoo them off. And then you'll die.How Sinful Are You?Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-80007976177900920482007-01-31T10:08:00.001+07:002007-01-31T10:12:23.174+07:00Brrr.It's gotten really cold the past few days.But I love it. My only complaint: It will end too soon! That's what I assume, because, normally, it would already be warm at this time of the year.The weather's pretty screwed up. I hope it stays this way all year round.Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-83529916131165823522007-01-30T14:25:00.000+07:002007-01-30T14:33:52.663+07:00Oh God.It's only the beginning of the semester and I feel like I'm burning out already. What will become of me at the end of it?The Festival of Faith (a fancy name for Week of Prayer) will begin in a week's time. Consequently, this week is an "intensive" rehearsal week. Nothing but practices and more practice. Add all that up to college work (which, by itself, is already enough to kill me), and Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-32644581341802873522007-01-12T13:26:00.000+07:002007-01-12T13:29:41.091+07:00It's time for an upgrade. I promise one is coming up really soon.Yes, I know. It's been more than two months since I've last posted anything. It's good to take a hiatus from blogging sometimes, because now I'm raring to do it again. Everything happens for a reason :)Please be patient for posts and a new template!Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-1161751904982461922006-10-25T11:41:00.000+07:002006-10-25T11:51:44.996+07:00Thanks for the cheer-ups guys!I'm feeling musically recharged! Not to the the fullest, but hey, I'm back to making music. But for this entire week, I'm off from making music. I haven't touched any musical instrument. I'm letting my pieces age like cheese and wine, as my music teachers have so rightly stated. Assuming they will get better without any practicing, I'm taking their advice.And a new Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-1160029786437082672006-10-05T13:14:00.000+07:002006-10-05T13:29:46.453+07:00thought i might post something here for memory's sake.incongruous thoughts:i was going through my archives last night, and felt motivated to continue blogging. that's the reason this post exists. i'm not even sure if there's anyone who even visits here anymore. i'm thinking of a new blog template. this one's getting old. any ideas? like, i don't think there's anyone to answer that question. i Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-1157362517685839882006-09-04T16:28:00.000+07:002006-09-04T16:35:17.696+07:00I was in College Grammar class, and the lecturer asked, "Do you know what is a 'morpheme?'"Silence."A morpheme is the smallest unit in a language..." and her face broke into a shocked expression, complete with raised eyebrows, widened eyes, and gaping mouth. And her face remained in that frightening manner for a few seconds before she continued, "...that makes sense."I thought she was having a Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-1157007545289389432006-08-31T13:54:00.000+07:002006-08-31T13:59:05.300+07:00I was woken up really early by loud Singhalese music this morning.My Sri Lankan suitemate is back.Not that that's entirely bad, but I really hate to be woken up early when I can sleep in. Also especially by music that's in a language that's not English.I could've 2 more hours of sleep. Argh!Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-1156916779204287482006-08-30T12:35:00.000+07:002006-08-30T12:46:19.216+07:00The disavantage of not having classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays is having more classes on the remaining weekdays. I have *six* classes on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays! And that's not normal.This session of lectures that I have to endure lasts from 8am to 3pm, with an hour's time of a lunch break at 11am.I don't blame the school, really......I just blame my luck on class choices!!!Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-1156753853138772122006-08-28T15:22:00.000+07:002006-08-28T15:30:53.150+07:00Woah.It's been a while since my last post, hasn't it?I've no excuse to offer to my patient, loyal readers... if there are any left at this point. I've got no one to blame except myself.Classes have begun today. The first day is always intimidating to me... especially when bogged down with the weight of all the assignments, reports, projects, presentations that have to be done during the semester.Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-1155214450098710602006-08-10T19:40:00.000+07:002006-08-10T19:54:10.180+07:00What should I blog about?Erm, anyone up for RPing? Don't bother asking if you don't know what RPing is, because that probably means you don't RP. If you really want to know, it's "Role-Playing." That means that you roleplay a character you make up in a story with others.Interested? Leave a comment or a message in my cbox.Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-1155041882402255762006-08-08T19:46:00.000+07:002006-08-08T20:17:07.476+07:00I got a really sick email today.It was about a sport. Not your ordinary tennis, basketball kinda sport.Clubbing baby seals to death anyone?Read this article: It's the new sport for tourists: killing baby sealsIf you feel moved to do something about it, please go HERE to sign a petition to help stop this sick sport.Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-1154594504126138862006-08-03T15:35:00.000+07:002006-08-03T15:41:44.126+07:00Heh. Out with the old, in with the new......driving licence, I mean. I'm done with my 'P' (probation) licence! Woohoo! No more ugly red stickers with the bold 'P' on them on my car!I just renewed my licence today.The thing is, my 'P' licence expired on the 27th of July. And I didn't even know it. If my father didn't ask when it was expiring, I wouldn't have known. And I've been driving around Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-1154069135217790782006-07-28T13:32:00.000+07:002006-07-28T13:45:39.070+07:00TGIF!!! YES!!!Hah. I wish my excitement was real. Yeah, I was fakin' it. So what that today's Friday? Not like all the other days are different now.Except Saturday.Yay, Saturday.Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-1153982062317023842006-07-27T13:23:00.000+07:002006-07-27T13:34:22.316+07:00La-dee-da-dee-da, a life of inactivity for me.I feel so sluggish lately. There's nothing to do around here. All I do is watch TV, go online for hours and hours, and drink so much milo. *Fun* innit?Who knew that having classes, projects, and assignments, topped off by going crazy with fellow friends could be much more fun than all of that?La-dee-da-dee-da, a life of inactivity for me.Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-1153813159227983312006-07-25T14:31:00.000+07:002006-07-25T14:39:19.236+07:00Old habits die hard.I'm still surfing the net like as if I was in Mission College. I'd connect to the LAN or use the library computer for hours, and I'm still doing the same thing here back home. The difference is, I don't have to pay for the internet connection in MC. I do have to here.The internet bill is gonna go through the roof...Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-1153380074779257782006-07-20T14:19:00.000+07:002006-07-20T14:21:14.790+07:00Haha!I'm done with all my finals! Better yet, I'm done with summer session!Woohoo!A few more days and I'll be home!!!Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-1153069361541297512006-07-16T23:40:00.000+07:002006-07-17T00:02:41.643+07:00Made it back to Thailand today.But not in one piece.I left some of me there in Singapore.In just a few days, I have grown attached to Singapore and a few of its fair citizens. And with a heavy and broken heart, I left my former hometown Singapore.Thanks to Dette and especially Lionel who made each night out memorable. (Yes Lionel, I will always remember that night!) And Dette, you are so nice to Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-1152682731759088632006-07-12T12:31:00.000+07:002006-07-12T12:38:51.823+07:00I'm going to Singapore this afternoon.I'll be hopping on the van to the airport at 1400, and getting on the plane at 2010.So much time in between, right? I'll be growing roots from my feet while I wait for the time to pass.It's the destination, not the journey.Chicken rice, here I come!Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-1152248690195088962006-07-07T11:40:00.000+07:002006-07-07T12:04:50.370+07:00Karma. What a fantastic concept.Every Friday is room cleaning day. The shelves, the cabinets, the floor, the beds, the balcony, the bathroom, the toilet, the mirror, the sinks, the counter, the windows, etc. There's so much to clean that it's intimidating for one person clean them alone.Twice I've cleaned all of that by myself. And it's pretty exhausting, to sweep, mop, dust, wipe, dry, organize,Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-1152092974805559602006-07-05T16:36:00.000+07:002006-07-05T16:49:34.866+07:00Two and a half more weeks, and summer classes are over.I can't wait for the summer session to end, but yet, at the same time, I don't want it to end.It will be more than a month before I can meet up with the crazy people I love, the people that make my life so... abnormal.I can't imagine what a little over one month of separation will do to me. Will I become normal again?That's a thought that Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-1151919674739406552006-07-03T16:08:00.000+07:002006-07-03T16:44:30.833+07:00YAYS!My last speech is over and done with! Goodbye to peeing so many times before and during class!Now all I have to do is concentrate for the final exam... which is in 3 days. And I haven't even read my textbook yet. Good thing we only need to study the last 5 chapters.Hmm. 5. That's not a big number, is it? Did I mention that each chapter has a high paper and word count? 1 chapter will take Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-1151851483128995142006-07-02T21:16:00.000+07:002006-07-03T10:55:49.023+07:00I so want to drink Milo right now, but I ran out. How sad is that? I'm now suffering from withdrawal symptoms.The onset of Monday Blues on a boring Sunday night doesn't make it better. Studying ethics can be such a drag, especially during group discussions where this one annoying, know-it-all guy keeps sharing anecdotes that do not necessarily relate to the topics. There are times I just want to Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-1151459768747679052006-06-28T08:50:00.000+07:002006-06-28T08:56:08.746+07:00Ahahaha!New template! Didn't see this one coming, did ya!I hope you guys like it. Tell me what you think in my [new] cbox or, ooh!, look what's at the end of this post -- a comment thread! *gasp* That wasn't there before, was it?Enjoy the revitalized MINDWORKS.p/s: If you haven't figured it out yet, navigate around by clicking the clickies below the scribbly "mindworks" of my background picture. Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-1151310088767260942006-06-26T15:19:00.000+07:002006-06-26T15:24:16.033+07:00 Which Teen Titan are you? You're Raven! Slightly spooky, you seem intimidating at first glance. You have to control your emotions, or else your father will break through, and believe me, no one wants that! You seek solitude, and you may not like to admit it, but your friends mean a lot to you.Take this quiz!Quizilla | Join | Make A Quiz | More Quizzes | Grab CodeDaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-1151047047323408832006-06-23T13:49:00.000+07:002006-06-23T14:17:27.386+07:00**2 Fast 2 Students in a Coma**Two MC students were involved in a road accident a few days ago. They're still in a coma. This is some serious shit.They were on a motorbike when they crashed with a car. Or a pickup or something. Anyways, the vehicle was much bigger than the one they were on.And they weren't wearing helmets during the accident.Makes me think of the times I've ridden a bike at high Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-1150254957070015072006-06-14T09:39:00.000+07:002006-06-14T10:23:37.100+07:00**YAYS!!!**The other day, I squeezed my brain so hard just to come up with something to blog about. I forgot that......I've watched X-Men III! Woohoo!!!The fact that I've watched X-Men III on Sunday should be reason enough to blog about something.Did this movie get bad reviews?To hell with those critics (assuming this movie got bad reviews). Whatever they say, I still love this movie. Finally, weDaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-1150182953052020472006-06-13T13:47:00.000+07:002006-06-14T10:20:53.673+07:00**Rekindled**I've started listening to The Corrs again, "to all the songs we used to know."When I first started listening to them, I thought nothing of the lyrics, arrangement, etc.But now, after my eyes have been opened to songwriting and lyric writing, I've realized that they are... phenomenal.Their expressive lyrics are intoxicating. The chord progressions they creatively incorporate into the Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-1149904394052889952006-06-10T08:29:00.000+07:002006-06-10T08:53:14.163+07:00**Is It Enough?**It's been exactly a week since my tabby cat found its final resting place in a little mound in the backyard of my house.I don't feel like I've grieved for it enough.Last night, I kept thinking about my cat, about all the stupid things that we did together, or rather, all the stupid things I did to it. And then a thought sneaked its way into my mind -- my cat's food bowl. The one Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-1149438617733455372006-06-04T22:54:00.000+07:002006-06-04T23:41:47.486+07:00**Like the Wind**All hail the unseen force we fear and hate. All acknowledge the presence of the invisible entity we have named Death. For he may claim your very life this instant.Or in some cases, your pet's life. The one you love so dearly. The one that has become so much a part of your life.Like me, there are three people I know who have lost their pets to Death. All these losses happened Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-1149295737062821652006-06-03T07:39:00.000+07:002006-06-03T07:48:57.083+07:00**My Orange Cat*Has just died this morning.My sister SMS-ed me at 7:42am, just around the time I woke up.I love that cat so much. The fat, lazy orange cat. It is this cat that slept with me every morning. It is this cat that got me so worried when it didn't come home at night. It is this cat that I had trouble with when bathing it. It is this cat that got me through my high school leaving Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792171.post-1148873913016185982006-05-29T10:04:00.000+07:002006-05-29T10:38:33.120+07:00**Sigh**Watched Brokeback Mountain last night.*sigh*I like it. But be warned, this movie is depressing. It's sweet and cute (yeah, the cuddling scenes), but depressing.It is also anything but boring. Vivian, it is not boring. It's captivating; so much so that even I held my pee so that I wouldn't miss any part of the movie.Not your everyday romance movie, this one. Heck, the two lovers involved Daelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06021314303136749289noreply@blogger.com0