QI (!!!)

1. I should probably be really really indignant and bursting with rage or something, but. But! Some things cannot be helped and I suspect if I throw my mouse at my monitor screen again I shall regret it someday. Please, though. There are rights and I am so entitled to them. So entitled.

2. I can go through all the lyrics of the song, every single day of the week, but hahaha Friday is never gonna come!

3. I am utterly convinced of Stephen Fry's great ploy of world domination through the use of his (extremely hem flexible) tongue and his 10000-word blog entries. Love. Lurve. Wuv. Whatever! MY LOVE BURNS, LITERARY GOD!

4. I spent the entire day alternatively cross-stitching and knitting. If this is a life of peace and quiet, so be it!

5. I love my friends. Thank you people for studying with me! And asking me enlightening questions! And smiling/laughing/waving/pestering me on MSN. And indulging me so I can laugh over silly things. Love! Lurve! Wuv! (And I suppose the fact that all my sentences start with And is grim foreshadowing towards my lit grade.)

6. By Raymond Carver (who?)

So early it's still almost dark out.
I'm near the window with coffee,
and the usual early morning stuff
that passes for thought.
When I see the boy and his friend
walking up the road
to deliver the newspaper.
They wear caps and sweaters,
and one boy has a bag over his shoulder.
They are so happy
they aren't saying anything, these boys.
I think if they could, they would take
each other's arm.
It's early in the morning,
and they are doing this thing together.
They come on, slowly.
The sky is taking on light,
though the moon still hangs pale over the water.
Such beauty that for a minute
death and ambition, even love,
doesn't enter into this.
Happiness. It comes on
unexpectedly. And goes beyond, really,
any early morning talk about it.

Do not be distasteful, choose not to pick out the homosexual subtext please. I like how this is subtly and rather mundanely brilliant, and I like how some people are unconsciously and rather sublimely shiny.

7. Godspeed. Minus the horrible God references I have been making lately, it is quite a sad word, isn't it?

random happiness / i don't like bryan wong

I like my mundane television life.

Thus far, I have watched Martha Stewart manhandle a rabbit (oooh and cooking a phallic vegetable), Bryan Wong pseudo-acting in a mega production, Victor Tang the contestant on Live A Dream absolutely butcher the song Mandy, David whatshisname the celebrity chef presenting his truly unconvincing romantic life and I have, worryingly, gotten myself updated on the Taiwanese pop scene (!).

Oh, and I could be here, making internet history, committing verbal diarrhoea under the pretense of connecting with my friends. I could be staring at pictures of my internet crush, watching clips of my celebrity crush Lin Zhi Xuan (I know, I know, SHAME) singing like a rockstar. But I enjoy sprawling on the floor, integrating while Bryan Wong commits bestiality/insectiality (?) with a freaking butterfly.

Mundane is good. No helicopters, no sprinkle of fairy dust, no polar bears to slay, especially not that. Mundane breeds content; and later, when you've lost something, I suppose it's the mundane memories that will make you cry.

Terry Pratchett says: mundane breeds evil too. So be careful, all of you who watch obscure art films instead of soap operas. Ho.

No strange taiwanese/japanese/korean dramas again. The only ones good enough are the ones with Hodgins in it. Now, now, now I am really happy. Productivity does that to me, yeah. No petty calculations anymore, no random emo-ness, no loneliness, because loneliness is a state of mind.

After the exams, I shall fundraise and knit and read and watch a play (I'm serious this time) and laugh and cry a lot, hopefully. Huge love to everyone! And world peace, please!