When I think of vampires…

I’m always reminded of the fact that the undead did appeal much more to me back in 1996. I was hooked on Anne Rice and despite almost thirty whole minutes of censorship, I actually enjoyed watching Interview with the Vampire. Of course, the fact that I became a Kirsten Dunst fan soon after that is pure coincidence. Really.

(I also discovered that I found Armand (played by the very yummy-looking Antonio Banderas) rather enticing. But that’s another story.)

I’ve come a long way since then, and the Kindred just don’t have the same appeal to me as the Egyptian Dead and the Loop-Garou.

But in the spirit of Halloween, here’s my Quizilla result.

Night Walker, the second class of vampire. You are
depressive and introverted, making it hard to
reach you. Your servants are very few, because
you do not like to take prisoners. Your powers
are comprised of shadow magic. You are lonely
deep down inside, but won’t let others see your
true self. You should try to open up more
often.

What class of vampire are you? (more new images!)
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So I’ve just done my first exam…

And am now ready to kill myself. Heh… wouldn’t that be fun? Basically, I’m wondering whether I did enough questions to pass, because I left 40% of my answer sheet blank. Okay, so I’m kidding. About the killing myself bit. I really did do ONLY three-fifths of the paper.

A sudden thought rushed through my brain while I was on “try your best to get 1 or 2 marks” mode near the end of the exam. It wasn’t a new thought, in fact, it re-surfaced just this past Sunday. In the not-so-immortal words of Ben Stiller’s Mr. Furious in Mystery Men, “So, why am I doing this again?”

I’m slowly discovering that there’s only so much information I care to know. I’m going through lectures and tutorials and saying to myself, “Wow! That is interesting. Let me go learn more about it.” I come to the exam hall and I look at the questions and go, “So, why am I doing this again?”

The fact remains that while Engineering on the whole interests me to some extent, I can’t be bothered to mug and cram for an examination anymore. The whole concept of going through eight semesters of this shit (more if I don’t pass the first time around) is getting to me. I just want to learn something new.

The truth is that my parents probably won’t be happy with anything less than a Second (Upper) honours degree. Neither would I, to be frank. But am I prepared, ready and willing to work for it? Nope. Not now, not in a while. A logical fallacy? You bet. It sucks when you realise that your WHOLE life practically depends on this piece of paper, on the handful of years you spend in University. It sucks when you get all filial and responsible and want to be able to earn enough to support your parents in the near future. It sucks when you know you won’t get a girl unless your grades (and work attitude) do a turn for the better.

“So, why am I doing this again?”

Two days by my count to the exams…

The first exams since the ‘A’ levels in 2000. Wow. Has it really been so long?

One of the many things I appreciate about where I live (in a little corner of Singapore’s East Coast) is that I’m constantly reminded of the wonders of Nature. Today I witnessed the advent of rain, as if the dark clouds were forming slowly for my sake. Like a ten-year-old I ran to my mother and said, “Look! It’s raining just across the field but not here!”

You know, one day I’m going to miss the two trees outside my window. They’ve were planted when I was about five years of age, and I still remember them requiring constant support and fertiliser. Today, the trees are threatening to reach the third floor of our HDB flat and yet they’re still tiny tots compared to the aged trunks around the estate.

One day I’m going to have to move out of this place, get my own place elsewhere and find new places to stay rooted to. I don’t know where I’ll be going, but I doubt I’ll be moving far away from here. I miss this place, the sea breeze, the greenery, the marketplace and the hawker centre way too much. And the memories. Every single one of them.

Yes, I’m slacking and trying to get away from the fact that I need to study. What gave it away?

Before I was so rudely interrupted this morning…

I had my post all planned out immediately when I woke up. It was 7.15am and I never felt, or thought, clearer. Then my idiot brother wants to Utopia and check his mail and do the Friendster thing. Now, 25 minutes later, I can’t remember even one thing of what I wanted to type this morning. Bah humbug. This does not bode well for my study habits.

I am amused

You are Form 8, Demon: The Destroyer.

“And The Demon took advantage of the chaos
and seized civillization. With grace and
style, Demon slit The Goddess’s belly and
drowned the world in her blood. The Goddess,
The Demon, and the world were no more.”

Some examples of the Demon Form are Seth (Egyptian)
and The Horsemen of the Apocalypse (Christian).
The Demon is associated with the concept of
destruction, the number 8, and the element of earth.
His sign is the full moon.

As a member of Form 8, you are a very strong willed
individual. You don’t let others’ opinions
sway your own and you’re usually not afraid to
speak your mind. However, some may see you as
a bit overly passionate but it’s just because
you never back down from your values. No
matter what, you always do everything with
style. Demons are the best friends to have
because they will back you up.

Which Mythological Form Are You?
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Especially by the last line. The examples don’t make sense though.

How do you know you’re old?

When the entertainers you grew up with start dying around you.

Earlier this year, it was “Mr. Perfect” Curt Hennig. Yesterday, Hawk, from the Legion of Doom passed away in his sleep. He was 45.

I remember being a big fan of the LoD, as they were known for short, because to me, they represented an unstoppable force, undefeated. To me they represented strength, courage, determination. But most of all, they represented power.

Power in the knowledge that no matter what you face, you will always come out victorious.

Rest in peace, Michael Hegstrand. Thank you for the memories.

First of all…

Thanks to hei, kak and W who responded to my earlier post. No, I couldn’t think of anything to write despite your thought-provoking statements. However, here’s today’s inspiration from a most unexpected source.

Have a healthy dose of Mattitude…

In our lives, we owe it to ourselves to follow what we feel is right for us. Put singularly, you owe it to yourself to follow your true gut feelings and instincts. You know what’s right, you know what’s wrong. Don’t ever follow preconceived notions that others may lead you to believe. If the actions in everyday life feel uncomfortable or forced, maybe you should step back and reevaluate your decisions. Do what you would do, not someone else. Live for you, live to be happy and good to your family and friends. If you have gotten away from instinct and logic, get back to things that make sense. Do the right thing; it makes life so much better and so much easier. — Matt Hardy, Version 1.0

I’ve always been a fan of WWE talent Matt Hardy. For someone who constantly chose to back the underdog, the less popular, to go against convention, Matt Hardy was a clear choice. For too long, I saw him as constantly being in the shadow of younger brother Jeff, who would wow the crowds (and the women) with his daredevil antics and boyish looks. Matt was the ground-based, less showy, more intensity brother and for the longest time, I told myself that I was a fan of his. Then, in 2002, on a Fear Factor special, Matt went through all the challenges and emerged the winner, sealing my faith in him. Since then, Matt has gone from strength to strength, becoming arguably one of the most popular and most entertaining talents in the business.