I have a gazillion photos to upload from my phone OTL

Right now, I really just want to burn everything, run away, and leave it all behind me.

I want to ride into the sunset on a black horse. Without any friends or anyone at all, because I need my silence. Because humans make themselves way too complicated, and all I need is something to cling too, instead of someone who will look at me for what I express, judge me for what I say, and talk to me for what I feel.

I really just need to be trapped in my own ignorant world, because it's only then that I will truly be happy.

After all, ignorance is bliss isn't it?

Sometimes, it's a little difficult to not feel pity for yourself.

It feels like a cliff, really, and right now, I'm probably dangling there, just holding on to that last tiny piece of pebble and trying hard not to let go. Because once I do, it's a straight fall all the way down, until I hit the ground and end up in unidentifiable pieces.

Times like this, I wonder why I am so clumsy. Why can't I have the sure footing that everyone else seems to have? Why can't I just stand firm? Why am I the one who just can't seem to fit in no matter what I do, the one who is the first to take the plunge?

All results are back.

There's Chinese, which is in the middle of the B3 range. There's Math, which is in the 80s of the A1 range.

And then there's the freaky part.

All the rest of my subjects are in the middle, hovering either just before, just after, or just above the A1 mark.

I am officially freaked out.

Currently stressing over Prom Night. Though it won't really be prom per se since there'll only be girls.

1. Wear Graces dress.
2. Get new dress.
3. Halloween (probably not, but it sounds totally cool so I'm just putting it here)
4. Wear Fudan uniform. (._.)
5. Cross dress. I've always wanted to cross dress. SO COOL. Imagine if everyone's (nearly everyone) wearing a dress, then I just swag in dressed totally like a guy (I don't mean just normal trousers). But the unfortunate thing is that I'll probably have to crop my hair and I'll be like DDDDDDDDDDDDDD:

Okay more posts from Tumblr.

This is why Tumblr is cool.

-talk to hand (insert hand emoji)-

These are basically flags of 8 countries that are made up of that country's "special" cuisine or ingredient.

India

South Korea, but sushi is obviously not South Korean.

France -dances-

Canada

Okay this one I'm not too sure. Spain?

Japan

Greece

Anyway, here's another one which is like my gpoy. Unfortunately, there're supposed to be 4 gifs, but I can't seem to upload the last one ): Here's the link if you wanna see it (:

I found an interesting project from Tumblr, titled "Scenes from World War II photoshopped onto today's streets". The pictures are really just... wow.

I was am watching Dexter, and something suddenly occured to me.

You know how after someone dies and they're about to be cremated/ buried, he/ she will be dressed up nicely and put in the coffin?

I'm currently wondering if under those clothes, the corpse is wearing any undergarments.

Food for thought.

Just finished watching V for Vendetta and mygod. I am just blown away by how they managed to incorporate either the number 5 or the letter V (which, is the Roman numeral for 5) in the entire damn show. I managed to spot a few obvious ones, but there were some which were hidden so cleverly that I never noticed.

Enter Wikipedia.

Similarly to the graphic novel, there is repeated reference to the letter "V" and the number five throughout the film (note "V" is the Roman numeral five). For example, V's introduction to Evey is a monologue containing 48 words beginning with the letter "V", and containing a total of 52 letter "V"s.

Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage – no mere veneer of vanity – is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition! The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one-day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honour to meet you and you may call me V.

When Evey tells V her name he repeats it slowly as "E... V". In Evey's name, the letter "E" is the fifth letter of the alphabet, "V" is the fifth letter from the end of the alphabet and is the roman numeral for five, and the letter Y is the 25th letter of the alphabet; 25 being 5 squared. In Latin, Evey's phonetic name means "exit V"; the character V acknowledges this, knowing that this event has begun the chain-reaction of events which will end in his demise.

During his imprisonment at Larkhill, V was held in cell "V", as is Evey during her fake imprisonment. V's Zorro-like signature is also the letter "V". In the explosion involving the Old Bailey, the fireworks form a red V configuration, completed by a circular firework, thus resembling not only V but the V for Vendetta logo.

It is revealed that V's favorite phrase is "By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe", which according to the film translates into the 5 "V"ed Latin phrase: "Vi Veri Vniversum Vivus Vici". ("Vniversum" is actually written with a U, but in old Latin, the letter "U" was written as a "V.")

In a dance with Evey, the song V chooses is number five on his jukebox. In fact, all the songs are song number five. When V confronts Creedy in his greenhouse, he plays Beethoven's "Fifth" Symphony, whose opening notes have a rhythmic pattern that resembles the letter "V" in Morse Code (•••–). The film's title itself is a reference to "V for Victory".

As V waits for night to fall, he arranges a complex domino pattern in black and red which forms the V logo. In the short sequence overlooking the traincars, the railroad tracks form the letter V. In a flyover shot of London towards the end of the film, Big Ben is shown, with its hour hand pointing at 11 and the minute hand at 1, forming a V shape. When the time is read, it shows 11:05, another reference 11–5, or November 5.

In the battle with Creedy and his men at Victoria Station, he uses five of his six daggers and forms a "V" with his daggers just before he throws them. As V throws two of his daggers at the men on either side of Creedy, the daggers form a "V" shape five times while spinning through the air. After V kills Creedy's men, Creedy fires five shots at V. After the battle, when V is mortally wounded, he leaves a "V" signature in his own blood. The destruction of Parliament results in a display of fireworks which form the letter "V", which is also an inverted Circle-A, a symbol commonly used by anarchists.

M I N D B L O W N

Other than that, the movie also has some really thought-provoking quotes.

Evey: And you're going to make that happen by blowing up a building?
V: The building is a symbol. As in the act of destroying it. Alone a symbol is meaningless. But with enough people, blowing up a building can change the world.

Creedy: Die! Why won't you die?
V: Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. There is an idea, Mr. Creedy - and ideas are bulletproof.

Evey: Who... who are you?
V: Who? Who is but the form following the function of what. And what I am, is a man in a mask.
Evey: I can see that.
V: Of course you can. I'm not questioning your powers of observation, I'm merely remarking on the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.

V: People should not be afraid of their governments. Governments should be afraid of their people.

Evey: My father was a writer. You would've liked him. He used to say that artists use lies to tell the truth, while politicans use them to cover the truth up.

Finch: One thing is true of all governments - their most reliable records are tax records.

V: There are no coincidences, Delia... only the illusion of coincidence.

Evey: Where did you get all this stuff?
V: Oh, here and there, mostly from the Ministry of Objectionable Materials.
Evey: You stole them?
V: Oh, heavens, no. Stealing implies ownership. You can't steal from the censor, I merely reclaimed them.

Evey: Remember, remember, the Fifth of November, the Gunpowder Treason and Plot. I know of no reason why the Gunpowder Treason should ever be forgot... But what of the man? I know his name was Guy Fawkes and I know, in 1605, he attempted to blow up the Houses of Parliament. But who was he really? What was he like? We are told to remember the idea, not the man, because a man can fail. He can be caught, he can be killed and forgotten, but 400 years later, an idea can still change the world. I've witnessed first hand the power of ideas, I've seen people kill in the name of them, and die defending them... but you cannot kiss an idea, cannot touch it, or hold it... ideas do not bleed, they do not feel pain, they do not love... And it is not an idea that I miss, it is a man... A man that made me remember the Fifth of November. A man that I will never forget.

Finch: I had this feeling that everything was connected. It's like I could see the whole thing, one long chain of events that stretched all the way back before Larkhill. I felt like I could see everything that happened, and everything that is going to happen. It was like a perfect pattern, laid out in front of me. And I realised we're all part of it, and all trapped by it.

V: I thought we could mark this November the 5th a day that is, sadly, a day that is no longer remembered by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat. There are, of course, those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and, for those who will listen, the ennunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there?

Anyway, Saving Private Ryan is also worth a watch. Damn show made me cry more than five (see what I did there) times. I've watched war shows before, like The Pacific, but there was something more raw and real about SPR that made everything seem even more actual. There was blood and gore, but it also portrayed the parts of war that dehumanise people, and that really struck me. SPR was truly one of the most sobering shows I have ever watched. Nathan Fillion's acting was brilliant, as well. Even though he only played a small character, and that he said very little lines in the scene that he appeared in, the emotions that he managed to portray were so raw. Upon Miller (Tom Hanks) telling him that his brothers were dead, he didn't say anything, but you could just see him slowly breaking down on the inside, just from the emotions on his face. That was the first scene that made me cry in the film.

On a lighter note, I seriously need to shop. I've been waiting all year.

Special post dedicated to Europe (mostly Scandinavia)! Because this afternoon, I found two gorgeous tumblrs with really spectacular pictures dedicated to Europe and Scandinavia respectively. These here are only some of my favourites though... many of the pictures really made me want to just break out into tears.

This one reminds me of last year in France, when we were driving to somewhere (was it Clémont-Ferrand?) and we had to go past all the hills (by Singapore standards, mountains) of snow... and it was just blankets and blankets of snow... Something like this picture.

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Lofoten Islands, Norway.

For some reason, I really love this picture. There's a certain silence about it... Serene hues of still blues and soft white, untouched by the destruction of mankind.

 Bergen, Norway.

 Tromvik, Norway.

 Neuschwanstein Castle, Bavaria, Germany.

You have no idea how much I love this picture.

 And... the same castle in autumn.


 Schaan, Liechtenstein.



 Kandersteg, Switzerland.

So my brother introduced me to this song. And it's really... -speechless- He's trying to learn how to play it on the piano. The thing about this kind of songs is that merely playing it on the piano isn't enough. You really need to go all in, get an orchestra, play it in the appropriate instruments, then you will really get that feel of goosebumps prickling all over your skin. Sometimes, that's what so sad about the piano...



The song was also used in this trailer for Frozen Planet. Really pretty images that go extremely well with the music (:

I am blogging now because I feel like it although I should be IH-ing and I just created a a parody to "I am Cow" but anyway I thought of a poem (more like disjointed prose, really. the term "poem" these days is so liberal) while bathing (well, actually when I was drying up) so I'm gonna put it here first.

Disclaimer: just airing my macabre thoughts.

Why your bedroom is not as safe as you think it is
That pillow, if pressed onto your face, can kill you;
that blanket, if wrapped around your head, can kill you;
that balcony, if jumped off, can kill you;
that cupboard of books, if fallen onto you, can kill you;
that scissors, if sliced through your torso, can kill you;
that penknife, if slashed across your throat, can kill you;
that masking tape, if taped across your nostrils and mouth, can kill you;
that pencil lead, if ingested, can kill you;
that cupboard, if hidden in for ten months, can kill you;
that necklace, if tightened around your throat, can kill you;
that plastic bag, if you put your head in it for too long, can kill you;
that belt, if buckled around your throat, can kill you;
that brooch, if stabbed into your heart, can kill you;
that rat poison, if ingested, can kill you;
that sink, if you knock your head against it, can kill you;
that toilet bowl, if you submerge your head into it, can kill you;
that insecticide, if sprayed excessively into your face, can kill you;
that wet splotch on the floor, if you slip on it, can kill you;
that bed, if slept on,
if you have terrible nightmares one night,
if you just can't wake up,
if you get lost between the seams of reality and imaginary,
can kill you.

ANYWAY. On a lighter note. The parody. Sing to "I am Cow".

I am stone, see me stone,
I do not look like a bone,
But I look good on a telephone~

From New York to Singapore,
You see me till your eyes sore,
I am stone, I am stone,
See me stone~!

French Oral Os down. I am left with eighteen papers, counting HCL Os. But I really shouldn't count them, because honestly, no one really cares and everyone's still going to party come 16 October. And I just realised than French Listening Os are actually not on the same day as the main paper ._. But ah well it's Listening. Not like we can study for it.

Anyway. Orals.

My examiners were the teacher from Vietnam and -drum roll please- Monsier Quenot. I mean, of all people, right.

And it was kind of hilarious at first, as in before all the orals started. (I was the first for that room)

The assistant invigilator (the person in charge of those outside the oral room, preparing for the oral) was -surprise surprise- Mme Teo. And she was in charge of two oral venues (i.e. two people preparing for the oral, namely at that time, me and Hope, a girl from RGS)

And then she sent us to the wrong rooms. Like, I was supposed to go to room 202 and Hope to 201, but I went to 201 instead and she went to 202 instead.

At first I was kind of confused, because I saw on the notice board downstairs that I was in 202 (ever observent me) and I was still confused when I entered the room and saw M. Pirolley and Dr Chan. Of course I had a mini heart attack right then because Dr Chan took me for Prelims and it wasn't exactly pleasant.

Then they pointed to a little flash drive and asked if that was my name. Well obviously it wasn't, so thank god, we got switched back to our actual rooms.

Anyway, I was kind of hoping that I'd get school.

So if I got asked: "Qu'est-ce que tu fais à l'école?" Then I could go: "Mon activité extra-scolaire est un instrument de musique chinois, qui s'appelle guzheng. C'est comme une harpe, mais il y a vingt-et-un cordes et on doit pincer des cordes."

Or if I got asked: "Qu'est-ce que tu veux faire à l'avenir?" Then I could go: "Je veux devenir médecin légiste! Parce que j'aime dissècter des cadavres, et je veux voir les organes différentes." and have the pleasure of seeing the extremely shocked look on the examiners' faces.

But of course I didn't. I realise how much of a pity it is, because Quenot + shocked look = priceless. Oh man I still remember all his taglines. And the ridiculous sight of him in the French Ambassador's house: this tall, slightly odd-looking angmoh with funny hair, wearing a chequered red, blue and white shirt... and carrying a black bag with spikes sticking out of it.

Like this kind.


I got voyage instead, which wasn't too bad. I started talking about the US trip (since they asked for my last overseas trip), then got asked about what I did there. I kept insisting it was a Math and Science trip so I said we did Math and Science stuff. And the teacher asked me what we did there again. So I said again that we did Math and Science stuff and visited lots of museums and high schools. Then Quenot asked for the difference between American high schools and Singapore high schools then I said they had more freedom and went on to say that they did not require uniforms and thus had more freedom and Quenot asked if there was anything else and I said no. Mostly because I couldn't think of anything right there and then. God I must have sounded absolutely ridiculous.

Then there was also... There were a lot of questions, actually. Like if I prefer travelling with school or with family, and I -cough- immediately said with family because I could do whatever I wanted as opposed to school trips where we had to do what the teachers wanted. And I gave the example of shopping and the two of them were like LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL.

Oh! And there was also what I noticed when I travelled overseas, and I immediately said des paysages and went on with my usual rhetoric on how Singapore was too small and did not have a lot of nice scenery like mountains and beaches and blahblahblah.

My screwed up question: Is travelling in US dangerous. OHGOD KMN. I said it wasn't, then went mais... and attempted to talk about the shooting case in Aurora, but 1) I did not know how to say "shooting", 2) attempt pronuncing "Aurora" with the French accent. I tried, and it turned out to be... incomprehensible. The second examiner was like what?! but thank god Quenot understood and immediately explained with the proper term for shooting -cough- Of course, I realise that I could have said attaque à main armée à Colorado and avoided the whole entire embarrassing situation.

And they had to ask me whether I wanted to live in the US. I said -cough- yes, and immediately launched into how there was more freedom there and briefly mentioned the media. Then I found myself in another bowl of hot soup and went on to crap up about how "in Singapore... uh... if you say something bad that... uh... the government... uh... doesn't... uh... that the government thinks is bad... [I know this doesn't have any logic -.-] uh... you will get arrested". And I tried to salvage the situation by bringing up the sticker lady.

Only to realise that I had forgotten how to say "sticker" in French.

So my sticker lady part turned out to be like: "the sticker lady... uh... she... uh... put... things... uh... on the road... and got arrested by the police"

I bet the dudes over at Cambridge are gonna be scratching their heads over this sticker lady part and just pull down all my marks.

And now I realise.

I COULD HAVE TALKED ABOUT THE FRIKKIN WEATHER.

The last lap starts tomorrow.

Fifteen days till the end. I feel like I'm already drowning. Have I mentioned how I've scarcely started on so many subjects?

Hello Class of 2013. Maybe I'll join you guys next year.