mademoiselle katherine has spent a great deal of her life listening, and those who have listened do not find it easy to talk; they keep their sorrows and joys to themselves and tell no one.


agatha christie's the mystery of the blue train

i'm sure you guys have seen these (intentionally wholesome) pictures when taking the train, but check out these spoofs i found at chewonitcomics. blogspot. (link at the sidebar).

hilarious.

this one is for all you guys out there who cant get enough of those stories where guys are always physically perfect (and perfect in every other way for that matter), gals are (irritaingly) naïve and where sex is extremely unerotic.


out in stores now.

just came back from one of those monthly (pain in the neck and just about every other part of the body) runs. i'm unbelievably tired, but to sleep away any moment of my saturday is so wrong on too many levels. plus to make it worse, i'm going to kit's house for steamboat later.

i'm gonna be tired and poisoned.

some of the stuff i've done in the army so far:

1. used the word bitch and slut on tons of people at bmt and on my current army buddies.

2. read nonstop.

3. sang and gesticulated with others to corrinne may and clarkson in the bunk.

4. daily bitch-fests.

5. (and the clincher) sang 2 become 1 midway my 24km walk with my army buddies like some weird spice girls cult.


i'm just oozing testosterone...

long week ahead... 2 more weeks till diwali to be exact.

counting down the freaking days.

i was in an accident on thursday.

a group of us were told to head on down to the commanders office to transfer this safe from point a to point b. this safe was about waist-high (well my waist at least) and so it was damn heavy. i'm not talking about back-breaking heavy here, this safe introduced a whole new level of heavy for me.

anyway we were discussing ways to carry out the transfer and we settled on trying to carry the safe; an idea i thought would never have worked in the first place (and the only reason it was raised was because many under-estimated the weight of that one white elephant in the corner of the damn room). since there were no grab-holds or depressions to hold on to, we had to lift the safe slightly and carry the safe from right under it. so our fingers were at the mercy of our biceps, triceps, pecs and other muscles that would help in this ridiculous task.

having realised that the safe was just too heavy to lift even with 7-8 guys at it, we decided to put down. however, the idiot in charge did not countdown or give the queue for us to let go together. so one moment i was straining my arms and back thinking of all the stupid things i've done so far in the army, trying to rank them and the next i was on the verge of screaming at the pain caused by the safe which was now crushing my right index and middle finger.

thoughts that ran through my head as the guys tried to rescue me by re-lifting the safe:

' oh crap. not good. pain. shit. this is not good. pain. they're taking too long. man i need to scream. pain. i cant feel my fingers. they're still taking too long. they cant lift it back up. pain. fuck it. '

i then proceded to drag my fingers from under the safe. this thought process took no more than a few seconds (its amazing how much one can register in that amount of time when in peril).

some of the skin on the top was kinda scrapped off and there was a really big clot on the top of my index finger, starting from the very top, running down both sides. i couldnt feel both my fingers for a few minutes. it felt like placing your fingers on ice for a really long time, removing it from the ice and feeling like your fingers were no longer with you.

its obviously better now, though the clot is still there. i guess it'll go away sooner or later. the medical officer suggested i get an x-ray to check for micro fracture. i hope there's nothing wrong though. one accident is just one too many.

even though it did happen to the fingers on the right hand, i'm kinda okay about it. writing's still managable and i'm typin aren't i?

plus since it happened on the right hand, jacking off is not outta the picture.

moving on to more pleasent imagery...

going out with the usual gang tomorrow. deepavali's coming! (which spells $ and army-free days, hopefully). this month is my tenth month in the army; after this all that's left is one more year.

i can start counting down in months.

whats the big hoo-ha over the blogs here in singapore? it's getting very old and tiring. why should a student get reprimanded for typing some harmless (albeit derogatory) stuff about her teacher? i'm sure everyone of us has met a "frustrated old spinster" who seems to have a fetish over long skirts in our schools. so it really is isnt very new, is it?

why the hell should they be suspended? it seems that our private thoughts are now being violated. sure it was written down on a blog and it was there for everyone to see; people from that school especially. but do you really think that'll damage the reputation of the teacher, considering that we badmouth many teachers behind their backs in school anyway? it really doesnt make sense. i'm sure that the teachers are aware that we do say mean stuff about them or their collegues but are professional enough to not take it to heart. this is especially so for discipline mistresses, who seems to walk around with a huge bullseye over their necks or a signboard that says 'insult me'. i mean it's part and parcel of being in a school. so why the big deal?

besides, what do they think will result from the posting of such remarks on the net? i'm sure what was written down on the blog was an opinion shared by at least 50% of the class already, so there is no fear of spreading negative influences. (the remaining 50% are nerds who think nothing more of their teachers other than walking emotionless textbooks). will we take some sort of action (the violent kind)? i dont think so. many of us just gossip and defame about our teachers alot and it ends there.

i just dont understand it. this is such a trivial matter.