hopscotched's Xanga

MOVED MOVED MOVED

Sat, 15 Sep 2007 06:59:34 GMT

IT IS OFFICIAL I HAVE MOVED.
TO.
outverse.livejournal.com

AWESOME, YES?

Friday, September 14, 2007

Fri, 14 Sep 2007 23:21:46 GMT

I've decided.
It's going to be livejournal for me!
I shall, work out how to use it
and customize the thing.
fabulous, yes.

So much for hiatus!

Fri, 14 Sep 2007 09:09:54 GMT

Sometimes, i really really really don't understand my sister. I'm not saying she sucks or anything, she doesn't, just that we seem to be inable to communicate and understand each other. It's like we're on different wavelengths.
And its very very frustrating, and well, it's the source of 75% of my problems. We can be mutually agreeable all of a sudden, and then we argue.
I think it's both our faults.
And oh, please don't hold my flaws against me, and use that as a basis for all of your arguments.

):
How disheartening.

I'm supposed to be studying, but ahh, the tension's so thick "you can cut it with a knife" (well-known and five for fighting).

I can't wait for EOYs to be over, maybe that'll solve all my numerous, seriously, very numerous, problems!

hmm. Straits Settlements, and its constituitional development. whaaat.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Thu, 13 Sep 2007 10:07:53 GMT

I felt tremors yesterday and today.
No one believed me and Jessica- Ha, vindication.

I'm exhausted- and its reaching breaking point! Not for studying, too, but because i read until midnight everyday. ): Books & addictive powers!

My hiatus, or what is meant to be, predictably, and should be.
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To first steps into mug-galore.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Tue, 11 Sep 2007 06:07:09 GMT

ODE TO THE AMOEBA

* Arthur Guiterman

Recall from Time's abysmal chasm
That piece of primal protoplasm
The First Amoeba, strangely splendid,
From whom we're all of us descended.
That First Amoeba, weirdly clever,
Exists today and shall forever,
Because he reproduced by fission;
He split himself, and each division
And subdivision deemed it fitting
To keep on splitting, splitting, splitting;
So, whatsoe'er their billions be,
All, all amoebas still are he.
Zoologists discern his features
In every sort of breathing creatures,
Since all of every living species,
No matter how their breed increases
Or how their ranks have been recruited,
From him alone were evoluted.
King Solomon, the Queen of Sheba
And Hoover sprang from that amoeba;
Columbus, Shakespeare, Darwin, Shelley
Derived from that same bit of jelly.
So famed is he and well-connected,
His statue ought to be erected,
For you and I and William Beebe
Are undeniably amoebae!

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I think i'm going on a hiatus. Maybe not; blogging is a reprieve of sorts!
So much homework >:(
So much literature! & Math revision paper 2 to be done by tomorrow- pooh.

it's on fire!

Fri, 07 Sep 2007 09:51:20 GMT

right, i've composed myself. no more of that hair-pulling growl-inducing unsatisfied feeling, i shall talk about my day.
Which is, linked to the reason why i wanted to change blogs in the first place- My posts have been meaningless, and xanga's not conducive for nice long day-describing posts.

To rectify, i shall increase the width of my main text area.

Ah, back to my day.
Went out for lunch with mom and adele today, to Shashlik restaurant. Its this Russian restaurant in Far East Shopping Centre (Not plaza, mind you) with Hainanese influences. Between the three of us, we shared: escargots, two bowls of borsch soup, one shashlik of lamb, one beef steak, and one bombe alaska (meant for two). Escargots were garlicky. The borsch soup was delightful, not that i've ever tasted any other borsch soup, but nevertheless, delightful. The main courses were, passable, relatively unimpressive, what with the lamb being too tough, and the beef nice and medium rare but just not juicy. But the Bombe Alaska- have you ever tried Baked Alaska on fire?

First, they have this separate bowl with alcohol in it, which they light with a flame, and then they drizzle that burning alcohol all over your Baked Alaska--which is, literally, on fire. After a while, the flame cools, and you eat the Baked Alaska, the whipped cream singed slightly brown from the fire, the taste of alcohol all too palpable, giving taste to something I normally abhor (whipped cream, i mean). It's called Flambé, the whole process of pouring alcohol and then flaming it. Ah.

We wanted to try the Irish Coffee- Baileys! But we were too full. Nevermind, we have loads of Baileys at home, just sheer laze to prepare it. But they do light up your Irish Coffee for you too.

Its impressive, the history of Shashlik. Go to Adele's Blog for more, i'm really too lazy to wax lyrical about their perseverance and achievements and whatnots.

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I cut my hair.
It looks exactly the same, just shorter.
Wish there was a more drastic change though.
Apparently, cutting once every six, seven months, is pretty much a sin to the hairdresser. When I told him i last cut six seven months ago, he was like "SIX MONTHS?"
My mom says its supposed to be six weeks.
oops.

Friday, September 07, 2007

Fri, 07 Sep 2007 09:27:45 GMT

i'm giving xanga another chance.

I'm bored out of mind, literally and seriously.
I've been roaming around listlessly, as far as one can roam within the confines of my house.

Blogging holds no allure at the moment, feels like a chore.
grr.

i'm bored!

Thursday, September 06, 2007

Thu, 06 Sep 2007 09:11:45 GMT

I want to change blog; no more xanga.
Too many melancholic memories, pretentious posts.
I'm thinking wordpress- help me think of a name?

/edit
maybe not?
can't decide. indecision for you, want to trade?

i'd do anything;

Wed, 05 Sep 2007 03:06:50 GMT

to turn back time
to start this all over again
for you

It's your game;

Mon, 03 Sep 2007 09:54:35 GMT

Dear you-who-never-reads-my-blog,

Passion- it's meant to overcome all obstacles, to erase fears. It's supposed to press down anxieties of embarrassment.

Love,
Alicia.

*
On that note, i'm falling more & more in love with the oldies. There's something so understated about an old classic.