/ 5:02:00 PM

*woot*



No longer would I have to endure those pitying looks from other people or bear the pang of yearning for that which you don't have.



For it has finally happened.



He kept me company when I was too sick to go to work last week. He didn't care about my runny nose nor my hacking cough and deadbeat appearance. He didn't mind when I'd drift in and out of sleep during our Uncanny X-Men marathon. He has reawakened my passion for movies. And he's been the reason why I've been up late the past week.



I've been deprived long enough.



Yes, after 48 long years, I got to buy meself me own dvd player.



*rawrrr*

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Haay(na)Ku #3:

Writer's Block



In the gurgling stream

of thoughts a-float, a-rumble

The sound of silence.

[ramble] All I know is that this is starting to drive me up against a wall. It's like the Ink Well just dried up and.. I dunno.. went on strike? Or something.



Which is not to say that the entire slate has been wiped clean. No, that has never been the problem. If not, my thinking pad is even clutter-y than ever. A cesspool of regurgitated thoughts and random ideas. A random too many, mayhaps. And a little lot less cohesive nowadays.



And so it appears that I have lost my focus. Some how. Some way. Some where. *snorts* And I have no idea how to get it back.



This makes me all sorts of sad.



And it's not just the stunted creative growth that's getting my knickers in a bunch. This funk is getting to the rest of my system as well. It's like I'm shrouded in this perpetual state of relative unease. The levels of intensity and obtrusiveness vary from time to time as my mood swings from lethargy to restlessness but the sigh-able part is that it never really goes away. It perseverates. And this nagging feeling is seriously icking me out. In a way that is both depressing and disconcerting. [/ramble]



Disclaimer: The previous paragraphs have been written with the express purpose of being non-expository. It's not supposed to mean much to anyone other than moi nor do I expect anyone to understand what it's all about. I just needed a space to air that out, is all.

~^~^~^~^~

This and That



I haven't been sleeping well the past few nights. It takes me close to forever just to get into sleep mode. And it doesn't help that it's hella humid. And when I finally do, I get roused from horrible dreams some time in the morning. A time that's usually too early to get up and get going but not that early enough to still comfortably catch a restful shuteye. And why? Coz meh bones are a-chattering from the cold. Teh cold? *blinks*



Can't sleep coz it's too hot. And can't stay asleep coz it's too cold.



WhutDa?!



*****



Been on an Alias season 2 marathon for a huge part of my weeknights. And here I thought that I could not be drawn in by Irina Derevko more than I've already been. I mean, that is just not possible.



Or so I thought.



So now I know better.



I do not see myself going indifferent on this character anytime soon. In fact, the more I watch (and rewatch), the more I find myself getting all mindwhipped by Irina. It's not because it's easy to like her. Goody two shoes Sydney, she ain't. In truth, the character can easily be construed as a hate-able one at first sight, but the layers that Lena Olin gives her just makes it imfreakinpossible to flat out hate Irina. And therein lies the magic.



Lena Olin has an unparalleled presence that simply refuses to be outshined by absofreakinlutely anyone (and I mean anyone) on the show. She is such a Presence. *clucks tongue* I don't know how she does that.



She is Brilliance.



Which only makes me desperately wish for Lena to come back for season 4. You know, I can't even stand to watch the current season of Alias. Having recently OD'd on season 2 just spotlights the void that is the current season (aka The Absence That Is Lena). Yep, I'm not a true fan of the show. Irina/Lena was the reason why I stuck by the show and it is her absence that makes it unbearable for me to continue watching it. Not to mention the major screwage TPTB are doing to her character right now. Yep, I keep up with the spoilers but my decision still stands: Not. Watching. Season. Three.



Not unless I know she'll be back next season.

PROFILE: I am blah from class here and is born on 00/00/00, time. and so love me like this. I was so cute, I am totally an element that you'd never ever known, you can;t find it in the periodic table cause no one has even found it- I explode in your face just like potassium when it touches water, it's really explosive, you should really run away first before I do spark into flames and burn you alive! I love blasting my music as well, when love sync (elissa) let me hear Cry-Rihanna, i have been like addicted to it like drugs- oh wait. it's worse than drugs, it's better, more addictive than drugs. listen to that song! and this is one of my last blogskin that i will produce until the EOYs of 2008, cause i flunked Biology, ARGHS! OMG I SURE DIE LIKE !@#$% and i am emo now like under ltos of peer pressure and bad seniors.



having been in hwa chong institution (just like make it long so you can preview a long post or wad that fits right down underneath which i think i shall crap all day today) my eyes have been wanting to close since 20:00 (8PM)), I was so tired, cause the syllabus in hwachong is really so hard that no one can sleep really well. The new CSE classes (aka. Centre for Scholaristic Excellence) and is also known for it's famous nickname Cannot Sleep Everyday or Early. Is like even the teachers know, so the homework is reduced, but it's like OMG! will die, this year already so hard, next year i say "die!" mati already lar. arghs!NEXT, A RIOT OF COLORS, WHAT DO YOU THINK OF ME. AND I KNOW THAT I BRUISE EASILY. LEAP OF FATE LIKE i never know and i'm learning to fly and a safety net to cushion the blow. and i feel so suicidal and note "I BRUISE EASILY" and be gentle when you handle me.




hello once again, i have been having nightmares,no one is doing work for my project , whcih is true. supposed to do "family planning" is like whatever lar, when will we be able to use it not like very soon we are gonna have kids, settle down, earn money have NSman relief or whatsoever or even Children Relief, is like wtf. I am eating CIGAR ROLLS, they are vilina flavoured and jsut finished my bowl of ice cream which tasted so mixed, haha btu it was ncie to me (: I like mix of flavours liek suddenly a RIOT of colors and A EXPLOSION of taste! I mean like it's really impactful come to think about it, and cause my project has to be handed in by friday so i shall rush typign finish this retarded paragraph. like hello! ello! buhello! darkdegree will go on HIATUS soon. and i am so emo, i feel like slashing my wrist now, it's true adn don't look down on me for that i know people discriminate.

see you there at hiatus land.

/ 5:02:00 PM

*woot*



No longer would I have to endure those pitying looks from other people or bear the pang of yearning for that which you don't have.



For it has finally happened.



He kept me company when I was too sick to go to work last week. He didn't care about my runny nose nor my hacking cough and deadbeat appearance. He didn't mind when I'd drift in and out of sleep during our Uncanny X-Men marathon. He has reawakened my passion for movies. And he's been the reason why I've been up late the past week.



I've been deprived long enough.



Yes, after 48 long years, I got to buy meself me own dvd player.



*rawrrr*

~^~^~^~^~

Haay(na)Ku #3:

Writer's Block



In the gurgling stream

of thoughts a-float, a-rumble

The sound of silence.

[ramble] All I know is that this is starting to drive me up against a wall. It's like the Ink Well just dried up and.. I dunno.. went on strike? Or something.



Which is not to say that the entire slate has been wiped clean. No, that has never been the problem. If not, my thinking pad is even clutter-y than ever. A cesspool of regurgitated thoughts and random ideas. A random too many, mayhaps. And a little lot less cohesive nowadays.



And so it appears that I have lost my focus. Some how. Some way. Some where. *snorts* And I have no idea how to get it back.



This makes me all sorts of sad.



And it's not just the stunted creative growth that's getting my knickers in a bunch. This funk is getting to the rest of my system as well. It's like I'm shrouded in this perpetual state of relative unease. The levels of intensity and obtrusiveness vary from time to time as my mood swings from lethargy to restlessness but the sigh-able part is that it never really goes away. It perseverates. And this nagging feeling is seriously icking me out. In a way that is both depressing and disconcerting. [/ramble]



Disclaimer: The previous paragraphs have been written with the express purpose of being non-expository. It's not supposed to mean much to anyone other than moi nor do I expect anyone to understand what it's all about. I just needed a space to air that out, is all.

~^~^~^~^~

This and That



I haven't been sleeping well the past few nights. It takes me close to forever just to get into sleep mode. And it doesn't help that it's hella humid. And when I finally do, I get roused from horrible dreams some time in the morning. A time that's usually too early to get up and get going but not that early enough to still comfortably catch a restful shuteye. And why? Coz meh bones are a-chattering from the cold. Teh cold? *blinks*



Can't sleep coz it's too hot. And can't stay asleep coz it's too cold.



WhutDa?!



*****



Been on an Alias season 2 marathon for a huge part of my weeknights. And here I thought that I could not be drawn in by Irina Derevko more than I've already been. I mean, that is just not possible.



Or so I thought.



So now I know better.



I do not see myself going indifferent on this character anytime soon. In fact, the more I watch (and rewatch), the more I find myself getting all mindwhipped by Irina. It's not because it's easy to like her. Goody two shoes Sydney, she ain't. In truth, the character can easily be construed as a hate-able one at first sight, but the layers that Lena Olin gives her just makes it imfreakinpossible to flat out hate Irina. And therein lies the magic.



Lena Olin has an unparalleled presence that simply refuses to be outshined by absofreakinlutely anyone (and I mean anyone) on the show. She is such a Presence. *clucks tongue* I don't know how she does that.



She is Brilliance.



Which only makes me desperately wish for Lena to come back for season 4. You know, I can't even stand to watch the current season of Alias. Having recently OD'd on season 2 just spotlights the void that is the current season (aka The Absence That Is Lena). Yep, I'm not a true fan of the show. Irina/Lena was the reason why I stuck by the show and it is her absence that makes it unbearable for me to continue watching it. Not to mention the major screwage TPTB are doing to her character right now. Yep, I keep up with the spoilers but my decision still stands: Not. Watching. Season. Three.



Not unless I know she'll be back next season.