So here I am, awake at this ungodly hour coz I caught the "Lost" season premiere (and it ended at 12 mn), and now I'm just surfing aimlessly.

And I just remembered something which amused me a couple of nights ago.

James and I were talking about movies over MSN, and we came to the subject of the Harry Potter movies; he then mentioned he couldn't understand the time travel bit in the "Prisoner of Azkaban", where Harry thinks he sees his father, but he really sees himself. For those who haven't seen the movie (you *have* to be kidding me, really), this is further complicated by the fact that he and Hermione then do things in the past which they, from their memory, already know affected the present. Confused yet?

Well, James was. But I sorted it out, at least partly.


Gerri:
so u understand now...? haha
or sorta understand
James:
sorta understand lol
freak i tk abt it 4 quite long sia n could not come up with a answer sia
n u tell me in a few mins...
Gerri:
haha....
and i'm arts student some more...


I'm not going to put up my whole explanation here; maybe another day when I have more time. But what struck me here is this: I can explain time travel... but I can't understand the quantum physics principles that are taught in my physics breadth module?!?!?!!!

WTH.

But then again, there are philosophical arguments in time travel. And physics too. So maybe it kinda is a discussion for arts students after all. Lol.


My two-week ban from shooting to allow my ligament injury to recover ended this Tuesday. But since we no longer train on Tuesdays due to the coming exams and term papers we all have due, Thursday would have been the next training day. And I wanted to shoot today (okay, I realise that technically it's "yesterday" coz it's past 2 in the morning now), but it RAINED.

GODDAMNIT, someone out there hates me.

Or maybe Weiquan jinxed it.


So I was just surfing around. Checking mail. Doing various other nonsense I do online on a near-daily basis. Then it occurred to me to check the hostel application stuff since the results of the first round are supposed to be out today (Friday, 31st March, that is).

Fleetingly, I wondered if I actually still *do* want to be involved in all these student activities. Shouldn't I be concentrating more on studies in third year? Shouldn't I just be bored with all this by now? But well, we'll see how it goes. I've only applied for one semester, after all.

Key in matric no. and PIN and login and blah blah blah. Click to check status of application and voila. Hm. Somehow, this is kind of unexpected.


It seems that this is to be home for the next semester.


NUS Eusoff Hall. 

Hehe. I feel quite proud of myself for being so smart. :P

Was in school, in clubroom on Friday, and sometime in the evening, Guan Jie was sifting through the YouTube website, looking for random interesting video clips to watch. After watching with him for a while, I suddenly thought, "What would pop up if we did a search for 'Full Metal Panic' clips?"

Well, among the many fan-made anime music videos (a few of which really are quite nice), here's what else appeared.

God bless the person who uploaded the whole season of "Full Metal Panic: The Second Raid". XD XD XD

Only thing is, for some strange reason, episode 12 isn't uploaded. But that's all right-- I'm gonna be getting the whole thing soon, anyway. Heehee.

But the final battle scene in episode 13 was damn cool.

The stupid Driver finally works. Or at least it seems he finally figured out how to work it. And the bloody AI has a sense of humour! Bloody hell. It has a better sense of humour than the pilot. -_-...

And Shaun was right; it *did* end quite nicely, although I wish there was a fourth season to follow it up. I wish she'd just say it already and tell him that she likes him, but then I guess, after that, the characters would just become boring. So I guess it's nicer to leave things the way they are.

Hm hm hm... guess I'll go back to writing my papers now. :)

Status of private "Full Metal Panic" marathon: complete.

Heehee.

Shaun lent me his DVD box set of the first season of "Full Metal Panic"; he said that the English subtitles are kinda screwy (and yeah, they are) but they're not that bad. At least you still understand what's going on.

Finished all 24 episodes, and the good news is that just before I was gonna start watching last night, James sent me a message on MSN saying that he has both the first season of FMP and "Second Raid" season.

YAY!!!!!!!!!!!

Hehe. I *will* get this out of system!

Randomness. Why do I always seem to get the urge to blog about random stuff whenever I have papers which are due soon?

Maybe it's destressing. Huh.


Always doing things at the wrong time. Stupid girl. Finished watching ALL the episodes of Fumoffu that Henry passed to me yesterday; took me three-plus hours, and now that I think about it, I could've finished writing my part of the paper by now. Grr. Stupid girl.


It doesn't make sense to miss something that you've never had. But sometimes I think I do. Maybe a species really does have some sort of collective memory; maybe that's how we sometimes get an achy sort of feeling about something, even though when we think back, we realise we've never had any sort of experience like it before.


Quite a few of the archery people talking about getting their own bows, even some of the juniors. And I wonder what kind of bow I might like, what it would look like, and when I'll finally be able to afford one.


Struck me sometime last month how I seem to have a strange affinity with people born in December. People born on December 30th, in fact. I seem to get on pretty well with them. And I seem to have an uncanny knack for finding them.

Beatrice, a good friend from back in primary school, is born in December; we were pretty crazy then, and we still keep in touch now.

Pam is born on December 30th. Best friend I've ever had, and we're in our 12th year of knowing each other now.

Ivan is born on December 30th. While it lasted, I always thought it beautifully amusing that my best friend and boyfriend shared a birthday.

James is born on December 30th. I've only known him for a year, and while I wouldn't say that we're anything close to being best friends, on those conversations during the bus rides home, he sometimes puts a very different spin on my outlook on life. And I just like that we can talk and get along the way we do.

Vincent is born in December, and it's funny because I'm not sure I'd say that we're good friends-- I don't think we know nearly enough about each other to say that. I think. But he's good company. Despite the fact that he can be really annoying while we're shooting. It looks like I'm gonna lose someone that I can shoot with; I remember in my first year, a few of us talked about going on to shoot even after we'd graduated or were no longer on the committee; that number of people has diminished drastically. And seeing as Vincent's going on exchange for a year, I guess he's not going to be coming back to the sport.

December people have a unique kind of feeling to them. For some strange reason, to me, they all feel... right, in some way. Comfortable to be around. And I can't really figure out why, but oh well.


If someone could take a snapshot of the things that float around in your head at any random point in time, what do you think they'd find?

I've had this strange little thought floating around in my own head for a long time now, along with other strange thoughts like it.

If there were a freeze-frame snapshot of what goes on in my brain, I think I'd know what it looked like.

Half-finished images and fleeting, half-imagined memories of landscapes that I've never seen-- burning sunsets and reddened grass like the melting clocks in a Salvador Dali. Snatches of verses and truncated lines randomly conjured up; waiting for a poem to be fitted into and a title to go under.

A persistent image of a girl who looks too much like me, spinning circles in a wide open field.

Always laughing. And I wish I knew why she was so happy.

Knees touching, and someone with no face, but shoulders which were made for leaning on.

Papers with words on them; half careful, premeditated script and half angry, illegitimate, semi-artistic scrawl.

And I wonder why they aren't all bound together in a book, but all loose pages.

Of exchange programs and the like.

Sometimes I wonder if I should stop living in the moment, and think about things that are to come; not just a vague idea of what I want to do in the next few years, but about the next phase of life or whatever it's called nowadays.

Sometimes I wonder if I should buy more dresses and other formal wear. Sometimes I wonder if I should learn to put on make-up. All the formal events that I've had to attend in University just make the world out there so much more real. Sometimes I wonder why I don't feel comfortable in my own skin.

Sometimes I wonder if I should do what everyone else seems to be doing and grow up.

Sometimes I wonder what might be if I were not the way I am.

Sometimes I think that Life would be miserable if I were to grow up and always think ahead and of dresses and colours for faces and never about here and now.

And sometimes, I know I would be. And then I wonder if I was born in the wrong kind of body, in the wrong kind of species, at the wrong time and the wrong place.

I can't stop and smell the roses when everyone around me is just trampling them into the ground.

Changed the blog music. Nice? I've had the Enya one for quite a while now.

This is.. well, I think you can read the title and artist for yourself, so I won't repeat it here; it's one of my more-liked piano pieces.

I once started this piece playing, then I closed my eyes and started writing.

Free-association writing can scare you sometimes. Sometimes it scares you because you never knew what you were thinking. Sometimes it scares you that your guard could be so lowered as to allow some thoughts to be brought outside of the confines of your mind. And sometimes it scares you because it makes you wonder who you really are.


Was frustrating during training yesterday; was watching the juniors shoot, and I couldn't shoot..!! It didn't help that Weiquan was making fun of the fact that I couldn't shoot. And Kristy was busy mothering around, constantly going, "Gerriii...! Cannot..! Don't go and pull, later your phalanges fly off, how...??"

I think the people who know Kristy will be able to imagine how she said that. Lol...

Okay... I went to see the doctor yesterday.

I was really kidding when I said that I was willing to "let them give me 5 different kinds of pills that I have to take two each of three times daily".

Not that I have five different kinds of pills, thankfully. Just one. But still. "Two, three times daily." On the bright side, they're pretty small. Don't even feel them when I swallow. So I suppose everything's okay.


Medication: painkiller cream + anti-inflammatory drugs 

I've been told that it's the lateral ligament along the side of my finger that's the problem; I guess it's strain or something. So I'm not allowed to shoot for two weeks. Sigh. Better than a year, like Weiquan was suggesting. 0_o