A Little Escapism

I find a lot of things rather amusing lately. That's an opinion not many people agree with, but why not?

It always strikes me as funny how when people want your help they come to you, but when they don't you don't really hear from them at all. Now, I'm not being mean, nor am I criticising people for that. I've done it myself; I'm all honey sweet when I want stuff, but who doesn't do it?

I just find it rather amusing, a little bit sad, but mostly amusement reigns.

Just today I've had a call, yes a CALL, can you imagine, from a college pal of mine who asks, "Hey, it's XXX. Do you remember me?" As if I can forget anyone of you. I'm more likely than you are to remember who the other is. One of the benefits of being wallflower. (And the only reason I'm making a big deal about people calling me is because people generally don't call me. It's a rule or something; I can leave my phone on for twenty four hours, 7 days a week and I won't have a single call from my friends. It's odd that way.)

So she was saying that a pal of hers was planning to do biotech or biochem next year, and she wanted to borrow my personal statement to just kinda see what I wrote, what needs to be said to get through that yes, it's biotech/biochem I want to do.

Unfortunately I've misplaced my personal statement, and I'm trying to find it myself (to no success, as of late). It's funny how people ask to read the personal statements, I've commited the same crime of reading other people's stuff, but while I'm awed by the various experiences they have that led them to do medicine or pharmacy, I don't relate to it. I've never been involved in meds, never liked it. But it was pretty good, their stuff. I understand why they want it, I just don't feel the same way.

But what is a personal statement? It's personal (yes, thank you, funnily we figured that bit out) but what does it mean? Lots of times I've seen people going around, trying to....well, plagiarize sounds a bit harsh....but yes, people who can't be bothered to write their own tend to copy-paste from other sources. That's not very personal, is it?

Mostly, though, the problem with all these essays is that they ask, why do you want to do this? We know we like this, but why is a rather difficult bit altogether. How do we put into words the passion and joy we feel when we mix chemicals together, that childlike awe we feel when we discover something?

It's kind of like me.

People around me know I love books, devour them with a passion, can read (speed-read, they say, but that's so uncouth. How do you define speed-reading?) an entire book in a few hours. But what people don't know is that when I enter a bookstore where I'm given liberty to buy any book I want (since they were all at discounted prices) I actually cackled.

Cackled, like a witch.

Honestly, if anyone were beside me they would've thought I've lost my mind.

And not once. Oh, no. Multiple times. I run around, finding books, cackling in glee, childlike delight on my face. The best part is, the people I was there with, family? They didn't even notice. And that's fun, because it's a secret. It's a secret that no one will ever witness. You've seen it in books, where the main character sees their love interest doing something they enjoy and there's that expression of utmost joy, and then they'll write: "That's when he fell in love with her all over again." or something to that effect.

You won't get a chance to see it, the way I'm so overwhelmed by the whole thing I actually had to fight the dizziness, fight not to pass out at the sight of it all. Complete euphoria. It's too much to take in at once.

You don't get a chance to see it, because you're not the one I fell in love with.

Fake Empire Fic

I'd just finished Chapter 18 of City on a River, the non-mutant version of the Fake Empire fic, which was absolutely lovely, btw. In case you didn't know, the pairing in these stories are Emma Frost/Emily Prentiss, a X-Man/Criminal Minds crossover. Fake Empire was about Didi, E/E's daughter from an alternate universe, who was sent to Emily in this universe, to avoid the apocalypse in their former universe.

Confused? Go read it. Link's in my link list.

Yes, and don't condemn me on my choice of literature. Not all of us like plays.

The Circle Is Complete...Kinda

Oh yes!

Uh-huh, I got my new 8GB pendrive today! And I had to rush all the way to that computer shop at the very top floor of IPC, same level as Popular just to get it since it was at a discounted price (RM 19.90 you know!) and people were lining up to get it when the shop opened at ten.

After power walking all the way (cause it felt a bit uncouth to run that early in the morning when people were setting up shop) we finally got there in time and bought a couple of those pendrives (one per person, so thank God I went along with my dad). Got it, got out to pay parking, whoo! It's free. Turns out we managed to get in and out in fifteen minutes. Validated the ticket and rushed off to church.

Now I'm back home and I was thinking of naming my new XPorter Patriot Memory flashdrive. What do you mean "name", you may ask? Well, usually stuff like this have a name, right, when you stick it into your computer, a window comes out saying or something like that, depending on the brand, yes? Well, I changed it from to ......

Dun dun dun....

< MORGAUSE >

Yes I know, but I needed the whole set, since the memory card in my mobile phone is already called < MORGANA >. I'm serious; that's the name of my memory card. So to complete the circle, I changed my Toshiba 1GB flashdrive (that came free with the Dell laptop) to....

Surprise, surprise...

< NIMUEH >

Now I just need one more of these electronic thingies and I'll call it < MORDRED >.

In your face, < MERLIN >

In The Dark of The Night

First of all, I'd like to thank my public, Chris Chew Eng Hoe and Daniel Joseph Tay, for being so kind as to check on my blog for updates and comment. Seriously, it does wonders for a girl's ego, and I really have no idea how you people find the time to actually read my stuff, blabbering nonsense that it is.

Anyway, I'd like to introduce you to a song. Yes, a song, sung by a necromancer with lyrics that makes me feel like I want to join the Dark Side (well, they have cookies too, and that). To quote a YouTube commenter: Huh. Who knew being a necromancer could be so...musical?

And the song is IN THE DARK OF THE NIGHT, from Anastasia, by 20th Century Fox, and the necromancer in question is the Holy Man, Rasputin! He's actually one of the few villians I know that makes you sympathise with him quite a bit, and the gleeful look on his face is simply epic.

Honestly people, the song is simple awesome. And I particularly like the part when Rasputin summons his minions. That is my favourite part of the entire song and I always put up the volume, sing along with Rasputin and imagine my minions (maybe Dave from Despicable Me?) rising up from the grave simply because the music, the score and the lyrics there fit the bill so well, you'd be forgiven for being a necromancer in the first place. It's enough to make anyone go evil for that reason.

Besides, evil always seems to have much more fun.

Come my minions
Rise for your master
Let your evil shine
Find her now
Yes, fly every faster
In the dark of the night
In the dark of the night
She'll be MINE!!!




P.S. Though I think that my version of the bridge is more of Evil!Sorceress than IWantRevenge Rasputin. Somehow I tend to sing it in a softer tone as I imagine it to be something like, Standing at one end of a table, stretching your hand out and conjuring spirits from the grave and just feeling intoxicated by the rush of power.

Something Ghostly This Way Come

So I'll be the first to admit that this is a title more suitable for October, but I couldn't help it.

Just two minutes ago I entered my parents' room to brush my hair. They've got a nice big mirror there so yeah. The entire room was dark, only illuminated by the light from the family room outside. So I flipped on the switch, and a light at the dressing table snapped on (I'm quite tempted to say "Turned On" but you know, boys these days. Say something like that and expect sniggering).

I turned away to get my brush, and was just about to start combing my hair when all of a sudden, the light snapped off.

People who know me knows my imagination knows no bounds, particularly when it involves the supernatural. And oddly enough, I'd been thinking about Spellbound, and what powers were suitable for the warlock Albert (I briefly entertained the idea that a rogue warlock breathes fire. Hey, Chris, maybe warlocks are elemental but when they turn rogue, their powers grow in intensity but in the end it overwhelms them to the point of insanity?) so it was a bit of a shock to be plunged into darkness.

So here I was, thinking that maybe something weird is going on when I finally hit on the solution. You know sometimes how you can flip a switch only halfway down into the slot? I think that's what happened, and since it was only halfway down, it ended up back to its original position without anyone pressing it.

Thus solved the Mystery of the Vanishing Light Source.