I went for college day yesterday, which turned out to be quite amusing, mainly due to the conversation I was having with the person sitting beside me. First the guest of honour, Tharman's picture was flashed up on the screen, with an expression commonly seen in many obituaries. Directly below it were the words:

Guest of Honour
Tharman Shanaguratnam
Minister of Education

Naturally we both commented that it looked like words on a tombstone.

Grand music then started playing in the background, and a procession of 8 people wearing black suits with a white flower pinned at the breast came up on stage.

We also spent some time marvelling at how different Kylash looked with his new hairstyle, a curly mess on his head. Later we realised that it was not Kylash at all, but his brother, which explained the dissimilar features as well.

I recieved a surprisingly large number of birthday wishes this year, from several whom I thought I lost contact with. I also got a fair number of furry presents. A black furry pencil case, a pink furry handphone pouch, a furry rainbow snake, and a furry flower cushion. I appreciate the thought, I really do, although I must admit to have avoided this category of items since primary school. I blame it all on my cartoon T-shirts.

I had an interesting conversation with my mother on the day before.

Mother: "What do you want for your birthday?"

Me: "An MP3 player with my favourite songs in it."

Mother: "Really? But you don't listen to music much."

Me: "That's because I don't have an MP3 player with my favourite songs in it."

Mother: "Oh. Anyway it's too late, because we (parents) have already bought you your present."

Oh well.

I was totally astounded a few days ago by a horoscope I read about myself, from a Chinese horoscope website Lin Zi gave me. I never really fulfilled all the characteristics of Leos, but this one was a long description separating female leos and male leos. Reading it was like ticking a row of checkboxes down a list. Because posting it up here would reveal some things I rather people not know, I shall refrain from doing so.

So many things, so many thoughts recently, that I don't really know what to put into words. I think I'm losing my sense of humour. It got left somewhere in China, when I was already not very funny. Not that I was ever really funny in the first place. I just found more things funny in general, I guess.

I tricked Bryan to walk to Kembangan today. It wasn't complete trickery; he said he wanted to go to look at some LAN centre and I told him it was a short walk. Not that I'm sorry for it--it's probably the most exercise he has had for a long time. Unfortunately I don't think the LAN centre is sufficient motivation for him to ever walk there again.

I'm starting to feel the growing need for solitude again. I'm around too many people lately. Or rather, too many times around the same people. My mother keeps complaining that I stay up till unholy hours and continually tells me that my family and social life would be unbalanced--little does she know that it is the quiet each night that keeps me going the next day, and the next.

I don't look forward to orientation. I feel too old for it, in a way that I can't explain. But I know that I'll go for it, cheer like anybody else and show great enthusiasm in all the activities because I myself hate spoilsports. Grin at everyone and tell them how much fun I'm having, pretending to myself that I really am having a lot of fun. When all that is over I'll reach home and think to myself, "Thank gods, it's over.", and tell the next person it's really quite enjoyable.

I'm so angry lately. Angry and frustrated with the world and human nature. Another change in me that I dislike, but can't do much about.

I'm going to close my Blog. No one really reads it anymore, and I've lost the urge, the sudden commentary in my mind that I want to express in writing. Too many people know of it, and I can't be bothered to change it to something else. I sit on it a few days first though.

Oh, as a side note, my birthday is on the 25th, not the 23rd or the 27th. Why do so many people get it two days off, then comfort themselves by saying they at least got the month right? Meeting up before you all start uni would be nice, by the way. No need for presents--just show your face before I lose the chance to see it for the next few months.

(The no need for presents comment does not apply to Judith and Lin Zi, because the two of you belong in my list of people who must give me presents. It's supposed to be a compliment. Muahahahaha.)

It's been a long time.

The reason being, I didn't have much inspiration.

And I was lazy.

And I appear to have turned very lame in the course of these few days.

Anyway, I'm in Amoz's house now. We were supposed to be having training but after quite a lot of pizza, the blood that was supposed to be in the brain went to the stomach, and the males, who had less blood to begin with, started playing computer games. Divyesh was very hardworking and slept with his MP3 player instead. The only female in the group, that being me, got influenced and spent her time watching all the cool moves on the screen.

Which shows something about the positive effect pizza has on me.

I got to see another side to Teck Wee today. I never knew him to be the kind of guy that goes "ARGH" in a strangled voice whenever his character (on screen) gets hit. Then again, there's a lot I don't know about guys when they play computer games.

To be fair, I make funny noises too, when I think I can get away with it without too much damage to my reputation.

There was a shortage of computers today--only two for four people. So Bryan and Amoz kept asking with great concern whether Divyesh was done with his speech, ostensibly so that they could do other important things with technology. Which is to play "Dota", an extremely important game which currently takes up all their remaining life outside school.

Imran proudly declared, in the course of beating Bryan, that he was "Leia the Hutt", because he just beat "Jabba the Hutt". This implied two things: he has an overwhelming feminine subconscious, and a secret desire to be married to Bryan.

I have come to the end of my inspiration.

I feel like eating something again, damn.