i truly enjoyed the matrix despite of what other pple think. was having a hot debate with my brother the other day about the matrix reloaded, and it really did surprise me that despite our different viewpoints about everything else, we were quite similar in the way, we think really Out of the box. Too out sometimes.
It just seemed weird that, we rarely spent time talking, only screaming at each other when we want something done. As far as i could remember, it had always been that way. never changing. Guess that's because, we were after all siblings.

Its been awhile since i last updated my blog, but that's cause i was busy trying to do at least one of my assignments. Just wondered why would anybody you considered a friend would give you the royal screw over something you didn't do, or infact, have never done to harm that person before? What can I say, I'm feeling vulnerable at this moment. Thinking of the story line I should adopt for my story, wondering if the one i am using now is really going to make the difference.

But for now... The other day, both me and S were communicating via email with our teacher, W, and ...I must say, i totally freaked when she asked for mcs. I spent the better half of a sleepless morning, (incase, you don't know, i wake up only in the wee hours of the day...like 5-6? maybe, try 10pm?), freaking out. You know, one of those days when you panic over virtually nothing. After that, we tried to track down the supposed chicken rice that wasn't there, or rather, we really didn't know where it was. Well...how many old ladies do you see selling chicken rice in a street filled with cafes?

Went for a joy ride the other day, and me and my friend, we went to box hill to eat dinner. Or rather, i sat there and watched him eat. Have you ever wondered why some people feel the need to dish out compliments like an appetizer to a meal, or ...maybe with the sole belief that it really makes the person feel better? I don't know how other people feel, but to me, flattery really doesn't make my books. Just feel it's so fake. Well...maybe one or two compliments would be fine, but when it becomes excessive, when is it the point to stop dishing out these nice sounding, heart-tearing comments? Especially when the person on the receiving end, do not feel the same way. By forcing them to accept and acknowledge, it makes them feel all the worse. Like for instance, insisting that you are right? and the person is wrong really makes the difference.

The semester is coming to an end, and I haven't really come to a complete decision about my studies. As Li always says, there's no two way street, as in, you can't always want to do something and suddenly desire to do something else. But, is'nt it better if you have the ability to do both, maybe not equally well, but the experience in itself might be worth the challenge. The moment of doing the things that you are interested in. Thinking of whether I should do a major in English or creative writing, and whether I should do cinema studies or history, still largely undecided. For the music study, the problem of course goes more to the need to stay here for 5 years as opposed to the inital 3 years. Makes all the difference, ya know.

On a happier note, as soon as i finish my assignments i would be homeward bound. Back to Singapore. Back to the island of the munkins in the city of the green. All the happy little people busking in the sun, sweating profusely. That is life isn't it? Love the weather here. Cold though sometimes too cold that I shiver. Was complaining to pooh just now, blah... someone has issues that he might need a tissue soon...Just as soon as I slap him. Well, I have hot air in me, fuming and all. Talking normally doesn't do much harm does it. But not when I'm being blamed for something I haven't commit. It's like being issued a parking fine when I don't even own a car. Tough luck, but you just got to bear with it. The pressures on. Got to get back to my work asap. Well...that is ...of course I would *cross fingers*

To all the happy people returning back to sunny singapore, happy eating and meeting. For the other happy people here, in mellyland, happy spending every moment slacked, slacking, you slackers. =)