Letters From Iwo Jima - an interesting take on WWII, especially since it is completely from the Japanese perspective. What I love about it is that it shows how the Japanese and American soldiers were more common than they thought, and more importantly, both the bad and good sides of both Japanese and American soldiers alike.

One week after getting the Alto 2 SYF scores. The blisters on the tips of the fingers of my left hand are already very mature and well-formed. Perfect for pressing the strings. The nails of my left fingers are totally short and flea-bitten. Those on my right, on the other hand, are comparatively longer and supposedly "filed". My left wrist feels like it's going to break and drop off.

On the bright side, I (finally) managed to run through (more like crawl, really) Overture (albeit a horrendously played back part) and I'm left with a couple of bars for Volare :D

Anyhoo. Long day tomorrow (later today, actually). Witch Hunters in the late morning with Rachel and gang, and probably have to eat a hot dog lunch while watching the movie. And then, I've got to rush back to school, then praccccccccc until 7, then batch dinner!

And not to mention the anticipation for the OG call 0:

Note to self: bring small tupperware of Maria biscuits.

Well now. All that's left is French H2 registration and hoping that I'll get in.

Anyway.

I compiled a list of beautiful words today! From other-wordly.tumblr.com

Here are a few...

• advesperascit: (v) the approaching dusk; the evening draws near
• aesthete: (adj) someone with deep sensitivity to the beauty of art or nature
• ailuromancy [Greek]: (n) divination by watching cats' movements
• amaranthine: (adj) undying, immortal; eternally beautiful | (adj) a deep purple-red
• brumous: (adj) of grey skies and winter days; filled with heavy clouds or fog; relating to winter or cold, sunless weather
• caim [Scottish/ Gaelic]: (n) "sanctuary"; an invisible circle of protection, drawn around the body with the hand, that reminds you that you are safe and loved, even in the darkest times
• charientism: (n) an artfully veiled insult
• culaccino [Italian]: (n) the ring left on a table by a cold glass
• cwtsh [Welsh]: (n) a hug or a cuddle | (n) a safe place; the space or the cupboard under the stairs
• eccedentesiast: (n) someone who only pretends to smile
• eigengrau: (n) "dark light" or "brain grey"; the colour seen by the eye in perfect darkness
• erlebnisse [German]: (n) the experiences, positive or negative, that we feel most deeply, and through which we live; not mere experiences, but Experiences
• eutony: (n) the pleasantness of a word's sound
• feuillemort [French]: (n) the colour of a dying leaf
• galeanthropy [Greek]: (n) the belief that you are a cat
• gökotta [Swedish]: (n) "dawn picnic to hear the first birdsong"; the act of rising in the early morning to watch the birds or to go outside to appreciate nature
• gumusservi [Turkish]: (n) moonlight shining on water
• habseligkeiten [German]: (n) things that an adult might find worthless, but that a child regards as treasures
• hiraeth [Welsh]: (n) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past
• hoppiípolla [Icelandic]: (v) jumping into puddles
• inglenook: (n) a corner by a fireplace
• kawaakari [Japanese]: (n) the gleam of last light on a river's surface at dusk; the glow of a river in the darkness
• kintsukuroi [Japanese]: (n) (v phr) "to repair with gold"; the art of repairing pottery with gold or silver lacquer and understanding that the piece is more beautiful for having been broken
• komorebi [Japanese]: (n) sunlight that filters through the leaves of trees
• luftmensch [German]: (n) an impractical dreamer with no business sense; one with their head in the clouds
• mistpouffer: (n) a mysterious sound heard over the ocean in quiet, foggy weather
• nefelibata [Spanish/ Portuguese]: (n) "cloud walker"; one who lives in the clouds of their own imagination or dreams, or one who does not obey the conventions of society, literature, or art
• nubivagant: (adj) moving amongst clouds
• oneirataxia: (n) the inability to distinguish between fantasy and reality
• paracosm: (n) a detailed, prolonged imaginary world created by a child that includes human, animal, or alien creations
• pareidolia: (n) the instinct to seek familiar forms in disordered images like clouds or constellations; the perception of random stimulus as significant
• petrichor: (n) the scent of rain on dry earth
• phosphenes: (n) the colours or "stars" you see when you rub your eyes
• psithurism: (n) the sound of the wind through trees
• rantipole: (n) a wild, reckless young person | (v) to be wild and reckless | (adj) wild and reckless
• sabaenism [Arabic]: (n) the worship of stars
• sciamachy: (n) a battle against imaginary enemies; fighting your shadow
• scripturient: (adj) having a consuming passion to write
• smultronställe [Swedish]: (n) "place of wild strawberries"; a special place discovered, treasured, returned to for solace and relaxation; a personal idyll free from stress or sadness
• tsundoku [Japanese]: (n) buying books and not reading them; letting books pile up unread on shelves or floors or nightstands
• wabi-sabi [Japanese]: (n) the discovery of beauty in imperfection; the acceptance of the cycle of life and death

Favourite song + favourite show :D

This is, without doubt, one of the greatest cinematic moments in history.

If you look beyond the scary way in which Weeping Angels approach and attack you, their whole story is actually kinda sad.

Living beings who get turned to stone whenever another living creature looks at them, thus only allowing them to creep/ run up to their victims when they are not looking. Weeping Angels aren't scary, not really. They just feed off your time energy and you get sent back into time. The worst thing that can happen is that you find yourself in the wrong place and at the wrong time.

The scare factor all boils down to how the directors film the show.

Currently, Twitter is filled with people who are still undecided about their subject combination.

Three days ago, I just entered everything in and hoped that I won't regret my choices. Still wishing for the best... I really don't want to take Econs ):

Today, during prac, Mr Yeo taught us how to file our nails.

File. Nails.

-upon seeing a group of more than 10 teenaged girls looking clueless with their pieces of sandpaper and nail buffers-

Mr Yeo: Nowadays the girls ah...

Anyway. It was pretty hilarious because he'd gone to Daiso to buy the nail buffers for us. He'd bought like nearly 20 (rough estimate) nail buffers at one go, and the cashier was looking at him like he was gay .__.

(PS. Mr Yeo looked at my nails and announced that I was good at filing nails. Which was really queer since all I did was scrub my fingers - all five of them including my pinky, to his amusement - up and down the sandpaper/ nail buffer like I was going to saw them off.)

I am actually quite amused by the plastic wrapping of the nail buffer. What with the English translations, since it was made in Korea.

"Nails will be natural shining. It will be shining nails."
"Nails will be natural twinkling. Nails are shining."
"Rubbing the nail surface with pink."
"Rub the surface with blue, the surface will be smoother."
"You will finish with grey color."
"Rub the surface with tightly, nails will be shining."
"Do not use it too much in case you have got the thin or weak nails."
"Do not put it in a humid or hazard place."
"Do not use it except for the original usage."
"Please follow the segregating garbage regulation of a local autonomous entity when you throw it away."

Hardcore practicing this weekend D: couldn't bring home the alto, so my prime will have to do :/

-upon seeing me walking up the stairs with a guitar bag-

Han Wei: -stares- Is that a guitar?
Me: No it's a timpani.
Han Wei: Is it from school or did you buy it?
Me: I stole it.
Han Wei: Who does it belong to?
Me: The government.
Han Wei: Riiiiiiggggghhhhhhhhtttttt.

Not cool, EMB, not cool.

Anyway, this is amazing.

Out of curiosity's sake, I went to take a quick look at my very first posts (omg Nov 2008 was such a long time ago).

I conclude that I am ready to bang my head against the wall.

You know how even when you look back at things you'd written even as short as a month ago, and you feel like tearing your head off because you simply can't imagine that you once wrote those things?

Yeah that's me now. Except this isn't a month. This is after more than four bloody years.

The person who wrote those posts is definitely not me.

Nope nope nope.

Oh good lord.

Right after 10 years in an all girls environment, I have to dance. With a guy.

Oh joy.

On a whim, I took down chunks of Greek the other day. Scribbling in Greek is actually rather fun.

Hwa Chong College Open House!

The balloon-kite was pretty, though last year's rainbow was prettier.

Lunch at Seoul Garden (Cineleisure) after Open House!

:D

My first time drinking Lao Ban.. (slow)

Before and after D: My nails look like they got beheaded

I burst out into laughter when I saw this.

PLEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAASSSSEEEEEE

401 in JC!

The Pacific and soya bean... -perfect-

I miss France D':

Someone live streaming the WP rally...

Even in public area ._.

The teenage mutant ninja terrapins and the case of the study room balcony

Adventures along the strange glass wall

"What is this curious transparent obstacle. Ooh, there're stuff out there. I can't get out!"

"Whaddya doing, bud?"

-reaches to ground-
-fails-

 "Uh. A little help here?"

 "NO DON'T LEAVE ME!!!" -insert melodramatic sobbing-

 "Oh fudge. Not again."

 "HOLY FOOZBALLS I CAN FIT."

Up close and personal.

 -bangs head against glass-

 Anyway. Iced chocolate from the Starbucks at Thomson Plaza.

 A dead fly was found on the canteen bench. It happened to be the same fly which landed on Meiling just less than 5 minutes before it was found dead on the canteen bench.

Yi Xin and my response to the ASTC thing during Math lecture :D

 TODAY'S BREAKFAST.

It was heaven.

This picture is perfect -sobs-


Finally finished reading the first three Anne Rice books. Finally. I've been on it since even before leaving the States -cough- Oh well at least now I can understand this picture better. All the symbology!

Now for the three Brontë books.

Whoops off to school again. For the dang talk.

So this morning, the GP/ English teachers made us take a Cultural literacy and Current Affairs Knowledge quiz.

It was a disaster.

Although I really could have gotten 5 marks higher.

My favourite questions:

1. Some people were worried that the world will end on 21 December 2012 because the date marked the conclusion of a 5125-year cycle in the _____ calendar.
a) Aztec
b) Inca
c) Mayan
d) Sumer

5. List the revolutions in chronological order, starting with the earliest.
a) French Revolution, American Revolution, Xinhai Revolution, and Russian Revolution
b) American Revolution, French Revolution, Xinhai Revolution, and Russian Revolution
c) American Revolution, French Revolution, Russian Revolution, and Xinhai Revolution
d) French Revolution, Russian Revolution, American Revolution, and Xinhai Revolution

6. "Four score and seven years ago" is the opening to ____. (I drew a huge smiley face beside this one)
a) the Gettysburg Address by Abraham Lincoln (1863)
b) Winston Churchill's first speech as Prime Minister to the House of Commons (1940)
c) the "I Have a Dream" speech by Martin Luther King (1963)
d) Franklin D. Roosevelt's "Four Freedoms" address to Congress (1941)

19. Russia has the Glonass satellite navigation system. China has the Beidou navigation system. America has the _____.


And I managed to memorise Kiss the Rain on guitar hoho :D Though I'm positive I'll forget it by tomorrow, but still. Fourth time touching a guitar in my entire life (the first was last Wednesday, mind you), the second day (actually not even two full days) on this song, and I could more or less memorise it.

-pats self on back-

So hard to choose between the cat in the 18th century cemetery and Tennant for the picture over there -points to left-


poop. meow.