- Édouard Herriot

 Today passed way too quickly. It's finally over, and how I wished that the first couple of hours in school never ended... Another day closer to Blocks, and I'm so unprepared. Three days left of mugging... The thought of it makes me want to puke. Not to mention the amount of junk I've to cram. I mean, do we look like computers to you? There's only this much a brain can memorise, okay. LA random bits of info, IM1 and IM2 formulae, Chinese words and formats and what shit, Bio everything, Chem reactions and conditions and everything else, Physics formulae, IH everything.

I have no idea how I'm going to survive. To top it off, there aren't any Marking Days that we can use as an excuse to slack our butts off or go out. Right after the last paper (IM2) next next Monday (the so awaited), we have freaking lessons.

The thought of it all makes me just want to rant and swear and cry and kill myself so I shall just move on with pictures which have been rotting in my phone since god knows when.

If you didn't know where the word "orchid" came from...

omg please I want to study the history of English. Like how the language came about and the etymologies of the words...

Plate spammed with cereal.

And a whole bunch of White Collar quizzes that I did a million years ago :D


Dumped all my cards and nice notes and letters into a Girl Guides cookie tin. But I still can't find those from Nina and her mom, along with the maps of Bordeaux and Paris... I really think I accidentally threw them away.

God, I want to kill torture myself so that I'll suffer pain worse than death.

One sultry Sunday afternoon... (P3 much)

Oh it's nothing, my class just loves to spam my phone. And email. And Facebook.

Don't judge. I love stuffed toys.

Class photos <3

This is the best class photo I've taken ever since Nursery.

Miss Teng looks like she's being forced to smile, though.

Presents from Janice~ :D -guilt guilt-

You know there's something absolutely wrong with you when you're jealous of the beauty of a Pet Society avatar.

My huge (relatively) danglies collection~

Je suis d'accord!! D:< Seriously, teachers around the world.

The famous omelette rice from the new canteen vendor... It wasn't that bad. So far, ranks the best along with chicken rice and watermelon juice. But then again they're the only things I've eaten besides Jap food.

No comment.

The insanity and pure stupidity of a 7 years 11 months child.

My first TLL SNB entry... Shit I was six O-O And now I'm sixteen.

Spot the Han Yi. P4... after idk I forgot what.

The top of the clock tower looks like a dinner bell that has been flattened #justsayin

Mignon Sim looking like an aunty carrying three Starbucks bags.

The Starbucks venti from the Happy Hour~ :D (I spilled about half later -cough- D:) One day I shall just go and try a green tea frapp venti again :D

Eh where did I put the box now ._.

Guilty as charged.

Starbucks is taking over the world and I'm completely okay with it 8D

And a few montages (and a montage of the montages) on today... (:
1: Hooty as Misa from Death Note and Wawa the... Death God or something? Didn't watch Death Note  heh am I like the only person.
2: Chiang as Lyra!! :D How I wish daemons were real... ): They said mine would be a lion how freaking cool is that.
3: The Toms of 401 <3
4: Rachel getting into her role and trying to bite a very calm-looking 老大's neck.

1: Xuannie from Stargirl, playing a ukulele/ukelele (dk how to spell .__.)
2: Wawa scaring Sabrina (Y)
3: Amy and Shun as Katniss and Gale, with their grass bow and arrows :D
4: Wang Qian wearing Shen Yue's Totoro jacket :D

1: Shen Yue is Totoro!
2: The Volturi O:
3: Shut as the Phantom of the Opera~~
4: Hootz!

1: Nipoo and Hooty
2: Jia Yi
3: Wawa
4: Me

And this is just a combi :D

I actually did another montage... Shall upload it another day~

My current Twitter dp~ <3 So freaking addicted to Toms.

Horatio Caine's verdict on the CHC case.


#I just had to     #but that last box tho     #horatio y u have two sunglasses

Not mine. Credits to Twitter.

Today was boring. In the sense that nothing much happened.

Maybe except that small time frame between the bell signalling the end of Chem and the start of recess. Mrs Chew released us on time (one of the rare times) and then we realised that we had a small chance of being early for recess (well not technically, since the bell had already rung). Plus it was combined recess, and we were right at the third floor. So we (Yan Ling, Kellynn, Shu Ting, Jing Ci, Hui Min...?) practically flew down the stairs and back to class (along the way Jing Ci dropped her calculator while I dropped by notebook) and then to the canteen.

And the queues were already loooong. Not that long, but long enough. Still hopped over to the Mixed Rice stall, though the queue was... long.

Had omelette rice with tofu (which cost like $0.50 for 4 pieces and a bit of tofu sauce). It was quite good :D Especially the egg and the sauce. The veggies were the chicken rice type, so they were okay.

I have a picture, but lazy to link my phone to my com heh :D

Blocks in less than a week, but YOLO :D

Biology for first period and we just started on Reproduction of Humans (read: menstruation). Which, from past experience in Sec 2, is frustrating.

Anyway, Mrs Wong was talking about ovulation (Day 14) and the fertile period (Days 11-16ish).

Mrs Wong: So if there's intercourse on Day 11, the sperms will live for 2 days. If the egg comes out by then - Day 13 - then there will be fertilisation. If not, then the sperms will die. But it's not that bad; the couple can always try again on Day 12.
401: -loud laughter-
Mrs Wong: But of course they can't do it everyday; it's too tiring.
401: -dies-

PE, started on football module! Well basically we kicked the volleyball around for the entire period. And we had a little "match" in the last 15 minutes, and our team (Rachel Teo, Sharon, Xin Suen and I) called ourselves Spain (there were 8 teams in total and Mr Ong made us name them after the Euro thingy countries). It was -ugh- tiring and after all of that I was panting like a Labrador, which makes me wonder how the pro footballers can play on a much larger field for like... more than an hour??

This recess wasn't so bad. As in, the stuff that I ate. Chicken rice was definitely more worth it than the Jap food (there was more stuff in it and it tasted not bad and the veggies were cool). And watermelon juice! <3 Which is in this gigantor plastic mug (like the kind they use for sugarcane juice in hawker centres) and it cost $1.50 but I thought as compared to the previous vendor (in a tiny plastic cup for $1), it was quite worth it. One of the few things from the new vendor that a price-worthy...

Au contraire: adding one cheese tofu thingy to your meal costs a mind-boggling $0.50, and adding one seaweed chicken to your meal costs a whopping $0.70.

Oh, LA was last period (before Chinese remedial bleh). Which we (five of us who did Question 5 which was obviously one of the easiest so we were all clueless as to why more people didn't choose it) spent arguing about the definitions of the terms in the blasted Question 2 which was obviously the most difficult (only one brave soul in the class attempted it). So while other groups were happily planning their essay plans, we were over there, (don't even talk about coming to a consensus on a "yes" or "no" to the question) digging our brains for our definitions for "sound knowledge", "science and technology". "essential", "well-educated person", "today's world".

But I heard another group spent the entire period mulling over the question "What is a car?" so I guess we weren't the only lost sheep. Plus we have to share our (non-existent) essay plan with the class tomorrow, so I guess we'll just go up there and start crapping some random stuff that probably has nothing to do with our (non-existent) essay plan.

Chinese remedial wasn't so much a Chinese remedial, but more of an emergency class meeting. Topic: this Friday's Youth Day celebrations. The only Chinese-related thing I did during remedial was to mark the stack of 14 综合s. Which was an utter failure. I mean, I used a dictionary and diligently wrote down the meanings and 搭配s and whatnot for the words, but I still ended up getting a lot of 6/20s and 8/20s and 10/20s.

Conclusion: The amount of hope for my Chinese - zilch.

Unfortunately (though slightly happily) to say, I spent the rest of the afternoon slacking :D IH memorising is a pain in the ass. Can't wait for IH BT2 (and all the BT2s, for that matter) to be over. I hope I'll remember what I managed to memorise. Sigh D:

What is Science?

Wikipedia:

Science (from Latin scientia, meaning "knowledge") is a systematic enterprise that builds and organizes knowledge in the form of testable explanations and predictions about the universe. In an older and closely related meaning, "science" refers to the body of reliable knowledge itself, of the type that can be logically and rationally explained.

In modern use, "science" more often refers to a way of pursuing knowledge, not only the knowledge itself. It is "often treated as synonymous with 'natural and physical science', and thus restricted to those branches of study that relate to the phenomena of the material universe and their laws, sometimes with implied exclusion of pure mathematics. This is now the dominant sense in ordinary use." This narrower sense of "science" developed as scientists such as Johannes Kepler, Galileo Galilei and Isaac Newton began formulating laws of nature such as Newton's laws of motion. In this period it became more common to refer to natural philosophy as "natural science".

Over the course of the 19th century, the word "science" became increasingly associated with scientific method, a disciplined way to study the natural world, including physics, chemistry, geology and biology. The Oxford English Dictionary dates the origin of the word "scientist" to 1834. This sometimes left the study of human thought and society in a linguistic limbo, which was resolved by classifying these areas of academic study as social science. Similarly, several other major areas of disciplined study and knowledge exist today under the general rubric of "science", such as formal science and applied science. 

I sort of get what Miss Teng means.

LA today really made me question something that I never thought of before.

What is Science?

A question so simple that we overlook and never ever think about, but yet so complex once you get deep down into it. 

Wikipedia:

The "figurative system of human knowledge", sometimes known as the tree of Diderot and d'Alembert, was a tree developed to represent the structure of knowledge itself, produced for the Encyclopédie by Jean le Rond d'Alembert and Denis Diderot.

The tree was a taxonomy of human knowledge, inspired by Francis Bacon's The Advancement of Learning. The three main branches of knowledge in the tree are: "Memory"/History, "Reason"/Philosophy, and "Imagination"/Poetry.

Isn't it strange how Science means "knowledge", but the branches of knowledge are Memory, Reason and Imagination? (I was, btw, really psyched to find out that Imagination is a branch of knowledge)

What is a fact and what is a theory? What is the difference? Where do you draw the line?

• The sun rises in the east.
• "The sun is going to evaporate the entire solar system in 7 billion years."
• Evolution

The sun rises in the east. Okay, it does. But how do you know that it didn't rise in the west 5 billion years ago? How do you know that it won't rise in the west 5 billion years later? Will you ever be certain about things you call "facts"? If so, does that make it a fact or a theory?

Just throwing out random questions, but these were basically what were running in my head throughout LA today.

And now I'm starting to get myself really confused all over again, The insides of my head is currently messier than the newest layout of the school canteen (read: very messy. They put the Snacks stall and Fruits stall under the "Noodles" heading).

What if all that we know now, is really just the fleeting imagination of a small black (or some colour unknown to our eyes) beetle in a parallel universe?

I still believe in evolution.

I think some of my passions are kind of weird. Like the one on languages.

There's so many thousands of languages I don't know and don't understand, but there's a certain beauty in them that really appeals to me and makes me want to learn as many as possible.

What's even more interesting to me is the history of languages. How entirely different languages actually have common roots, and all this is because of human migration across continents thousands of years ago.

It's just... so cool and I really want to learn all about it someday. The history of languages. It's like, two things I like together: history and language. (Yes, I like history = actually more specifically Western history - except SBQs and SEQs. and cramming.)

Someday, I want to learn the European languages. There are so many different types and most of them are so closely related to one another: Celtic (Welsh, Irish, Scottish Gaelic), North Germanic (Swedish, Norwegian), West Germanic (English, German), Hellenic (Greek), Romance (Spanish, French, Portuguese, Italian, Latin), Slavic (Russian)...

Names are cool too :D

I want to learn Italian.

I want to learn Italian and Spanish and German and Greek and Russian and Dutch and and Norwegian and Runic and Latin and Japanese and Elvish.

Goddamn I want to learn so many languages.

I seem to have found another area of interest.

Excerpts from On the Damned Human Race - Mark Twain 

In the course of my reading I had come across a case where, many years ago, some hunters on our Great Plains organized a buffalo hunt for the entertainment of an English earl. They had charming sport. They killed seventy-two of those great animals; and ate part of one of them and left the seventy-one to rot.

In order to determine the difference between an anaconda and an earl (if any) I caused seven yougn calves to be turned into the anaconda's cage. The grateful reptile immediately crushed one of them and swallowed it, then lay back satisfied. It showed no further interest in the calves, and no disposition to harm them. I tried this experiment with other anacondas; always with the same result.

The fact stood proven that the difference between an earl and an anaconda is that the earl is cruel and the anaconda isn't; and that the earl wantonly destroys what he has no use for, but the anaconda doesn't. This seemed to suggest that the anaconda was not descended from the earl. It also seemed to suggest that the earl was descended from the anaconda, and had lost a good deal in the transition.

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At the head of this article we see how three monks were burnt to death a few days ago, and a prior put to death with atrocious cruelty. Do we inquire into the details? No; or we should find out that the prior was subjected to unprintable mutilations.

Man (when is a North American Indian) gouges out his prisoner's eyes; when he is King John, with a nephew to render untroublesome, he uses a red-hot iron; when he is a religious zealot dealing with heretics in the Middle Ages, he skins his captive alive and scatters salt on his back; in the first Richard's time he shuts up a multitude of Jew families in a tower and sets fire to it; in Columbus's time he captures a family of Spanish Jews and (but that is not printable; in our day in England a man is fined ten shillings for beating his mother nearly to death with a chair, and another man is fined forty shillings for having four pheasant eggs in his possession without being able to satisfactorily explain how he got them).

Of all the animals, man is the only one that is cruel. He is the only one that inflicts pain for the pleasure of doing it. It is a trait that is not known to the higher animals. The cat plays with the frightened mouse; but she has this excuse, that she does not know that the mouse is suffering. The cat is moderate (unhumanly moderate: she only scares the mouse, she does not hurt it; she doesn't dig out its eyes, or tear off its skin, or drive splinters under its nails) man-fashion; when she is done playing with it she makes a sudden meal of it and puts it out of its trouble. Man is the Cruel Animal. He is alone in that distinction.

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The higher animals engage in individual fights, but never in organized masses. Man is the only animal that deals in that atrocity of atrocities, War. He is the only one that gathers his brethren about him and goes forth in cold blood and with calm pulse to exterminate his kind. He is the only animal that for sordid wages will march out, as the Hessians did in our Revolution, and as the boyish Prince Napolean did in the Zulu war, and help to slaughter strangers of his own species who have done him no harm and with whom he has no quarrel.

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Man is the only animal that robs his helpless fellow of his country, takes possession of it and drives him out of it or destroys him. Man has done this in all ages. There is not an acre of ground on the globe that is in possession of its rightful owner, or that has not been taken away from owner after owner, cycle after cycle, by force and bloodshed.

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Man is the Religious Animal. He is the only Religious Animal. He is the only animal that has the True Religion, several of them. He is the only animal that loves his neighbor as himself, and cuts his throat if his theology isn't straight. He has made a graveyard of the globe in trying his honest best to smooth his brothers' path to happiness and heaven.

He was at it in the time of the Caesars, he was at it in Mahomet's time, he was at it in the time of the Inquisition, he was at it in France a couple of centuries, he was at it in England in Mary's day, he has been at it ever since he first saw the light, he is at it today in Crete (as per the telegrams quoted above), he will be at it somehwere else tomorrow.

The higher animals have no religion. And we are told that they are going to be left out, in the Hereafter. I wonder why? It seems questionable taste.

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Man is the Reasoning Animal. Such is the claim. I think it is open to dispute. Indeed, my experiments have proven to me that he is the Unreasoning Animal. Note his history, as sketched above. It seems plain to me that whatever he is he is not a reasoning animal. His record is the fantastic record of a maniac. I condiser that the strongest count against his intelligence is the fact that with the record back of him he blandly sets himself up as the head animal of the lot: whereas by his own standards he is the bottom one.

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In truth, man is incurably foolish. Simple things which the other animals easily learn, he is incapable of learning. Among my experiments was this. In an hour, I taught a cat and a dog to be friends. I put them in a cage. In another our, I taught them to be friends with a rabbit. In the course of two days, I was able to add a fox, a goose, a squirrel and some doves. Finally a monkey. They lived together in peace; even affectionately.

Next, in another cage, I confined an Irish Catholic from Tipperary, and as soon as he seemed tame, I added a Scotch Presbyterian from Aberdeen. Next a Turk from Constantinople; a Greek Christian from Crete; an Armenian; a Methodist from the wilds of Arkansas; a Buddhist from China; a Brahman from Benares. Finally, a Salvation Army Colonel from Wapping. Then I stayed away two whole days. When I came back to note results, the cage of Higher Animals was all right, but in the other there was but a chaos of gory odds and ends of turbans and fezzes and plaids and bones and fleshnot a specimen left alive. These Reasoning Animals had disagreed on a theological detail and carried the matter to a Higher Court.

I have no idea how he managed to carry out this experiment (if he did), but I still like it. Hah.

And while I'm at it, let's just add in another couple of quotes from another article.

Excerpts from Humanity Even for Nonhumans - Nicholas D. Kristof

One of the few exceptions was Jeremy Bentham, the philosopher who 200 years ago also advocated for women's rights, gay rights and prison reform. He responded to Kant's lack of interest in animals by saying: "The question is not, Can they reason? nor, Can they talk? but, Can they suffer?"

In recent years, the issue has entered the mainstream, but even for those who accept that we should try to reduce the suffering of animals, the question remains where to draw lines. I eagerly pushed Mr. [Peter] Singer to find his boundaries. "Do you have any compunctions about swatting a cockroach?" I asked him.

"Not much," he replied, citing reasons to doubt that insects are capable of much suffering. Mr. Singer is somewhat unsure about shellfish, although he mostly gives them the benefit of the doubt and tends to avoid eating them.

I love that quote. I really love that quote.

The question is not, 'Can they reason?' nor, 'Can they talk?' but, 'Can they suffer?' 

- Jeremy Bentham

I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.

- Albert Einstein

This totally justifies my obsession with daydreaming.

Earth without ART is just EH.

These are not my words at all, but I just felt that I needed to share this.

Uhg stuff like this makes me so mad. People have NO appreciation for the arts and that pisses me off. My friend is going to MICA which is often listed as one of the best art schools in the country (I’m from the US) and gets this “oh…you’re going to art school” look every time she says anything about it. If you tell people you’re majoring in drama or creative writing or music or dance or art or anything that involves a single spit of creativity, you’ll get asked if you have a “back up plan.” Yes, the artistic community is very competitive. Do you know what else is competitive? BUSINESS. LAW. THE MEDICAL FIELD. SPORTS. Hell, I’m pretty sure business is even MORE competitive than theatre is. But nobody asks you what your “back up” is if you want to be a business man. Nobody looks at you twice if you want to be a pro-athlete.

What people don’t understand is that the arts are emotionally, mentally, and physically taxing. When I act well, it feels like I’m tearing out my heart and putting it on display for everyone to see. With writing I just stare at the page until I start to bleed. THAT is what makes art; pure, raw emotion, channeled into something beautiful. The fact that nobody can appreciate that, the fact that people who can throw balls or sell cars are looked up to more than people who can create masterpieces, makes me sick. But it never makes me want to give up.

Source: http://fuckyeahthespianpeacock.tumblr.com/post/25711764269/not-a-fytp-but-i-thought-this-was-quite

PETER SINGER: Abortion, the dividing lines [Herald Sun]

Other opponents say the fetus has the potential to become a person, that is, a thinking, rational being, like ourselves, and the dog or chimpanzee do not have that potential. But why should mere potential give a being a right to life?

...

In fact, with modern medical technology, the argument from potential rapidly leads to absurdity.

Scientists have shown, in many different species, including monkeys, that it is possible to clone an animal by taking the nucleus of an ordinary cell, and implanting it in an egg from which the nucleus of an ordinary cell, and implanting it in an egg from which the nucleus has been removed.

There is no biological reason to suppose that this would not work for human beings. This means that billions of our cells have the potential to become an actual person.

Yet no one thinks that we have an obligation to "save" all these cells and turn them into people.

Thumbs up to Peter Singer for this logical and satirical argument.

Oh! And I dreamed about Toms last night ._. Like I found a shop that sold only Toms stuff and I was like in heaven. And I couldn't decide on what to buy and I wanted to buy the whole shop.

Yeah and then it ended there .___.

If this doesn't show my obsession, then I don't know what does.

December holidays please come quick.

I managed to transpose the first couple of verses for Rescue Me yesterday :D -proud of self- Including a little bit of the chorus, which I shall work on later 8D Oh man I love this song so much. I bet Han Wei and Aunty Kathy must be kinda bored of listening to me play the same melody/harmony over and over again. It's still a pity that I can't find a proper music score online though, since I really suck at transposing and making it more complicated and not so simple ==

Okayyyy I actually wanted to post about something but I forgot what it is ._.

Anyway, finished Seasons 1-3 of White Collar and I can't wait for Season 4 thank god it's coming out on 10 July :D And if it isn't obvious enough, I seriously can't wait for exams and all to be over (happy waiting D:) so I can watch drama after drama.

School's reopening in like two days, and although this block of holidays hasn't really been a proper holiday (like last June), I really don't want to go back to school D: Sigh. If only we could have 6 month holidays, twice a year. Right now, I just want BT2 to be over and done with, After that will be musical, together with a whole bunch of holidays scattered around. So Term 3 is gonna pass by really quickly... Then it will be Term 4. Ew.

The two new songs that have made it to my favourites list!
Rescue Me by Kerrie Roberts, from Once Upon A Time. I heard this from the advertisement for the show on Fox, and I've always wanted to find out what it is whenever I see the advertisement. Usually I end up too late :P But I managed to catch it this time!! :D


 Breath of Life by Florence + The Machine, from Snow White And The Huntsman.

What I really love about this song is the orchestra parts, especially the opening. When I first heard it (credits of Snow White And The Huntsman), I was like… ohmygod! It just really took my breath away. Somehow, with the drums and cellos and bass and choir and the voice of Florence Welch, it just gave the sense of majesty yet tragedy. Which, is really what is intended, if you read this paragraph…

Florence and the Machine recorded this song for the soundtrack to the Hollywood film Snow White And The Huntsman. After frontwoman Florence Welch was given the opportunity to watch a few scenes from the movie, she drew inspiration from the character of the evil Queen Ravenna, played by Charlize Theron. The song is sung from the perspective of the Queen herself and Welch told MTV News: "The Queen is just this incredible character; so hungry for life but so dead inside. She's sort of eternal, but inside there's nothing. She's kind of like charcoal or something. She has this thirst for youth and for life, but for what kind of life? This darkness, but she's so beautiful, so it's this kind of juxtaposition between beauty and, ultimately, death."

Anyway, Snow White And The Huntsman. I feel that it was really… dramatic. I was joking how Ravenna was definitely the queen of one thing hands down without needing to resort to any schemes: drama. Besides that… well… I mean yeah I just found it really dramatic. I saw sources which wrote how the plot wasn’t really there? Like it was just rambling on and on with the really good CGIs and Charlize Theron’s portrayal of the evil Queen.

But other than that, what I like about this more modern installation of the classic fairy tale is that they gave the villainess much more depth. In the original fairy tale and Disney’s 1930or40or50ish Snow White, the Evil Queen is just the Evil Queen who is evil because she is evil. There wasn’t really much depth and backstory (I absolutely adore backstories, btw), which made the Evil Queen really materialistic and flat. It’s like… she’s evil because she wants to be the fairest of them all and the most beautiful and stay young forever. But in this version of Snow White, at least they gave her a story. They tell you how she became so obsessed with youth and beauty, they tell you how she became the way we see the infamous villainess of Snow White. Another thing I like with what they did with her character is giving her an older brother. At first it looked like she was treating him like her servant. She was ordering him around, screaming at him, and he didn’t protest and attended to every beck and call, plus he was absolutely terrified of not meeting her demands. And then when we get to the part when he got killed in the woods, there was the pure sorrow on the part of Ravenna’s. Maybe it’s because it affected her power, but if you choose to look at it another way, it gave her more character, in the sense that hey, there’s at least one person she actually cares for. It shows that despite how selfish and cold-hearted she is, she still has the capacity to love.

Is it a coincidence how both songs are from shows related to Snow White?

Argh! Okay finally. As usual, the pictures took forever to upload with the godawfully slow Internet connection which decided to strike again today. In fact, I got so frustrated with Tumblr that I gave up after like less than 5 pages. Which is... a record.

The book I got on a whim on Saturday! We were at Popular cos Han Wei needed to get some assessment books, and I didn't intend on getting anything (sort of), then I saw this book and read the blurb and I was like, hey! This sounds really cool! It's here, if you're curious.

DECEMBER 1983. Hungry for the latest Sherlock Holmes instalment, Londoners ripped open their Strand magazines, only to reel in horror. Holmes’s creator, Arthur Conan Doyle, had killed their hero off. London crowds demanded an explanation, but the cryptic author said nothing. Eight years later, Conan Doyle abruptly brought Holmes back for a new series of adventures. Again, the author said nothing. After his death, the diary that would have shed light on his mysterious reasons went missing. Since then it has never been found. Or has it?

JANUARY 2010. Inducted into the society of the Baker Street Irregulars, Harold White never imagined he would hunt for the holy grail of Holmesophiles: the missing diary. But after the world’s leading Doylean scholar is murdered, it is Harold, using wisdom gleamed from countless detective stories, who must take up the search for the diary—and the killer. Now, in a journey from New York to London, from the present day into the historical milieu of Conan Doyle, Harold delves into the arcane history of Sherlock Holmes and his creator—discovering a secret that proves to be anything but “elementary”. 

Can't wait to get started on it... (: But I've to get past blocks first and that is... a major headache. It's not like I haven't started revising or anything, but whenever I take a break and look back at what I have done so far, it just doesn't seem enough. Like I'm missing out on something (which is a lot), and I am extremely forgetful.

Don't get me started on how I lost the Paris and Bordeaux maps (kill me now), and most probably also all the letters and notes from Nina and her mom (don't kill me; torture me).

And after Popular, we (of course) went to Starbucks :D

Dinner that night.

I love the iPhone camera for obvious reasons.

Ninja mode.

-eats-

While trashing my drawer for the maps and notes, I realised that I actually still have all the birthday/random party invitations since 2005 O.O

Vanilla biscuits!!! <3

It looks like he's holding a watermelon to his ear ._. He was actually on the phone, but I couldn't stop laughing over what it really looked like.

Sunday night, we had dinner at the hawker centre (not quite) place thingy outside Esplanade, then we wasted half an hour sitting by Marina Bay. There was this funny lights show. I came up with a conspiracy on how the purpose is really to communicate with aliens.

Okay there's supposed to be stuff written for each picture and a whole bunch of ranting after that. But the mfing Internet connection is being a total bitch and I'm /this/ (can't italicize on the phone) much to not break out into an extremely long string of blasphemy.














If the Internet connection were a person, I'd have killed him already.