The Dysfunctional Pilgrim

There have been rumors circulating that i have been abducted by aliens. I'm here to inform you that those rumors are simply NOT TRUE. I was NOT abducted. It was an exchange program! I went with three others to be exposed to the cultures of various alien species from several galaxies. Unfortunately out of the three I was the only one who returned unscathed....the others could not handle all the weirdness. I did managed to purchase a lightsaber as a souvenir though. Also, if you believe the story above, then you are weirder than me. =) Ok, back to the mundane things now. STPM is over, I'm here, alive. Somewhat. It wasn't quick, certainly not easy, and sadly not painless. But it's over. What's going on now? A whole lot of concerned people are asking me what's next....which is sweet of them but it's also getting really tiresome. I think I should hang a signboard around my neck or something. Right now, I am on holiday, and I don't really want to speculate th...

(This is something Shaphan - a friend of mine- and i came up with. I thought i put it up here to see how you'd enjoy it. Hopefully, we'd be able to crack our brains and continue this.) Oh...which are his, and which are mine? haha...figure that out yourself! It was a cold night. Little rain droplets falling slowy giving a slight shower overhead like that of sprinklers in the garden. Besides the brawling of the stray cats in the backyard, nothing would have interupted the serenity and tranquility of the night. Little Coney was lying cuddled up in the warmth of his Avatar comforter. Wide-eyed, he was aspiring to be many things. A writer. A prodigy pianist. Or something more. Something desired by most of the pathethic entities in the world. World domination....... ..................had already been accomplished by the great Bluepaw, a pure white hare with a blue right paw. The green and blue world known as Earth was theirs; there was no world that the rabbits and their cousins did ...

It was the first day of school. A simple, plain-looking bespectacled girl peered into a classroom full of noisy students. Widening her eyes, she quickly whipped out of sight and leaned against the wall, wincing in trepidation, as if the sight of her peers were not quite to her liking. After a few moments, she nervously entered her new classroom and sat in a far corner, fiddling around with the straps on her bag to avoid looking at the other students in class. She was annoyed at the strangeness of everything, of having to be alone yet again, with no one to talk to. She was also apprehensive about having to make new friends all over again, just after one short year. Not to mention, having to somehow make friends with these people who probably had twice the amount of her IQ. A few moments later, a hyperactive, bouncy (really, there’s no other word for it) boy in prefect uniform, er, bounced in. With a shock of thick black hair, and cheerful bright eyes, he had the look of someone who cou...

I am an absolute nerd you see, highly disciplined and never lazy. Will never forget to study a chapter a day, Heaven forbid I skip, I'll always find a way. Ever and anon you'll hear my war cry, "I am a nerd! A full-fledged nerd am I!" I am a nerd 'till the day I die, will get my As, my exam colours fly. Self motivation, indeed. =.=

Don’t leave me don’t go, I say Even so, I push you away shove you out…hard. No; out you go, never again, out and don’t ever come back…ever. But wait, stop, I clutch you come back, come back…just awhile more. Then you can leave, I’ll let you No I’ll make you…right Now . Please? I beg. Please? Let’s have him, oh please once…again. Let us let him linger a little longer I want you oh the ache it hurts …so bad. No. Never. Yes…please? You can’t. No . Get out, leave me alone, just leave now go away…I hate you. Look at what you’ve done this is your fault, look what you’ve done what you’re doing…to me! and yet come please stay…a little longer. One last time, stay and wait Forever and forever…with me. No no no you don’t ! Can’t! You destroy me it’s killing me… Leave! “How can I?” you finally laugh a reply “You made me, I am forever…in your mind.” note: Just an idea i'm playing around with. I am not schizo. Psycho..maybe. Corny title...unfortunate

Art thou afeared? Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me that, when I waked, I cried to dream again. ~Caliban, The Tempest, Shakespeare "It's such a sad thought!" - Lionel Logue, The King's Speech Yes, I've finally watched it. Amazing. =)

I had mentioned something about a rat dissection before. Someone did record the whole thing actually, and I do have the video. Unfortunately, my bio teacher made us promise that we would not put it up online until we have finished our STPM, which would be in let me see…171 days time!!??? So you have to bear my description instead. My confession will be concise. Rat dissection – our initiation to the world of medicine, I suppose. It’s very easy really – we are to dissect a rat (two students to a rat), and just have a good look at the insides. Oh yes, and draw certain organs and systems. But here is the irony – we did not look at our rats to draw. We simply traced out a standard picture taken from the internet. Our rats died in vain….heh. For some strange reason, bio classes are overpopulated with girls. This in turn causes a problem – too many girls who refuse to touch a rat. Girls who were squeamish fought to have a boy as a partner (oh you lucky males), or a girl who was not so freake...

Sorry. I had to put this up! AI results show yesterday. Contestants met some famous director (so famous i dunno his name=.=) Talked to them about the importance of music in movies. This is paraphrased as i can't remember all he said. I hope i got his crazy lyrics right though. Director: Music makes movies iconic. Some movies are remembered because of the music. Like Chariots of Fire. In fact, it would have been a greater hit if they used the words i wrote for the song... Then he started la. (i dare you to sing it out loud...just follow the soundtrack-u all should know the CoF soundtrack right? who doesn't???) We're running on the seashore We're running on the sand We're running in circles There's sand in our toes Chorus: And there goes the Jewish guy in front and there goes the Christian guy behind I wonder who's gonna win this time It's gonna be close I haven't laughed so hard for so long. I suppose some might find it offensive...and i don't mea...

A new movie is out - Limitless. Something abt this down-and-out dude who looks like a wreck who then decides to take this PILL and *poof!* Super smart, super efficient, super good looking fella replaces the loser. Yeah, you get the picture. I haven't seen it yet, but it is an interesting story. Not a new one, but intriguing all the same. Who doesn't want a pill to boost our miserable mundane lives once in a while eh? Who doesn't a pill that solves (or so it'd seem) all problems? This isn't a new desire or craze. It's been here for awhile. I read an article on students who took drugs - not to have a party "high" - but to study. Yep. Drugs provide you a boost and helps you stay energized all night...so you can study all night through and actually feel pretty good the next day. What would i do if i somehow came across this Pill? Everyone knows the Dark Side to it. Still....so tempting. Of course i am NOT promoting drugs. Don't do drugs! But it's a...

While my Fellow-traveller and I were walking by the side of Loch Ketterine, one fine evening after sun-set, in our road to a Hut where in the course of our Tour we had been hospitably entertained some weeks before, we met, in one of the loneliest parts of that solitary region, two well-dressed Women, one of whom said to us, by way of greeting, 'What you are stepping westward?' "What, you are stepping westward?" -- "Yea." 'Twould be a wildish destiny If we who thus together roam In a strange land and far from home, Were in this place the guests of Chance : Yet who would stop, or fear to advance, Though home or shelter he had none, With such a sky to lead him on ? The dewy ground was dark and cold ; Behind, all gloomy to behold ; And stepping westward seemed to be A kind of heavenly destiny : I liked the greeting ; 'twas a sound Of something without place or bound ; And seemed to give me spiritual right To travel through that region bright. The voice w...

MUET…man, I don’t know why I’m so obsessed about it. I think it’s because everyone expects me to do well. I want to do well myself….because I think, I hope, with a crazy, insane ferventness, that I can. *taps fingers nervously* I really, really want this badly. Not that it’ll define who I am (I know it won’t), but still…this is one triumph I want to taste. I’ve been having so many downs lately, I want this boost. But will it happen? PLEASE don’t tell me that it will be a breeze; that will just stress me to death! Other updates? hmm.....it has been quite a ride of late. I'm not sure where to begin. Suffice it to say that i am at a place where i'm clawing, fighting and struggling to be what i am suppose to be. I'm focusing on getting back in order, my life has been quite a whirlwind lately. Right now though, I'm feeling rather smug. I'm so happy to be a Mewahan that i don't care if that sounds lame! I saw you guys marching today....aw. i love the marching season. ...

"Failure! Failure!" cried David. "Every bar of my music cried, 'Failure'. It shrieked from the violins, blared from the trombones, thundered from the drums. It was written in all the faces -....What of my soul? False to its own music, its own mission, it's own dream. That is what I mean by failure, Vera.......oh how my music mocked me! And you, so fearless, so high above all that has come to pass, how you must despise me, despise me!" ~The Melting Pot, Israel Zangwill (retold from the play by permission of The Macmillan Company) Read this short story a long time ago. But the way he described failure...amazing. Everytime I fail in something, these lines start ringing in my ears. BTW, this story is awesome too. If you can find it, read it. Sigh.

Take me somewhere far away far away, where the nights are long No it won't be a short stay I want to hear the eagles call Where the shinning stars fly like dust the yawning void of darkness is there Gone are the people I refuse to trust no one to please, none to care Just take me somewhere far away I need no wisdom, I want no pain Grief and anger be blown away Nothing to lose, no more to gain Just let me lie on the blood red sand smell the breeze in the dusty air There's naught left in me to stand responsibility be hanged, duty be damned.

I still remember the day you said you felt “horny”. I don’t quite remember what you really wanted to say. I think you meant to say that you were inspired? Motivated? Well, “berahi” is a strong motivation. Yes indeed. It was one of those moments that would go down in history. Oh the awkwardness, oh the humiliation! Bwahahaha…… Happy birthday to our Resident Genius, Clement Kwan! =) Thanks for being the conscience of our gang. Thanks for insisting on teaching those who want to copy your work instead of just handing them your book. Thanks for glaring and punching our friends hard when they exclaim an expletive. Thanks for being supportive over the things we are passionate about. Thanks for bumming with us when we fail and for coaxing us back to life (we must’ve been a real pain sitting beside you). Thanks for those random moments…shutting my book when I’m studying and calling US nerds when YOU are the one memorizing bio facts (speaking of bio…remember HER?). Thanks for the times we discus...

Sitting next to him made her nervous. It didn’t matter that they were both on opposite ends of the bus stop. He has a wild, unkempt look that made her sit at the edge of the seat, alert and aware. She couldn’t help keeping both eyes subtly on him, watching and observing his slumped form. His clothes seemed of good-quality, but were washed out and soaked in rainwater, smeared by mud and torn – because of a brawl in the rain? Or because of a fall? But it was his face that held her attention. It was etched with some strong emotion, could it be grief, fear, anger, even despair? It was impossible to single out a clear feeling. Perhaps it was a mixture of all of them, for there was agony in his eyes as he stared blankly into the rain. His jaw was clenched, and he looked from the dark sky to his empty hands as if praying for a miracle to fall into them. She shook her head slightly. Her imagination was getting away from her. Whatever that was in his eyes must be from one drink too many. In eve...

but it was only a week. and this is just the beginning. potatoes and telmarines. =.=