A Series of Unfortunate Events

Accidentally spilled water onto the arrow keys of my keyboard, now the down and right arrow keys can't work, hence, I cannot decrease the audio volume, since Down arrow key + Function key = Decrease Volume.

Additionally, I cannot increase the brightness of my screen, because Right arrow key + Function key = Increase brightness.

The Pg Dn key doesn't work anymore either, and in turn, the End key ceases to function as well, because on my laptop, Pg Dn + Fn = End.

Two years ago, the Ctrl key on the left side of my keyboard died as well, due to my clumsiness in accidentally spilling liquid on that side. I have since gotten used to 'Ctrl'-ing everything with the right Ctrl key, on any keyboard.


I broke my Charles and Keith slippers last night. Was dragging my feet all the way back. Sien. Maybe I should have agreed to let the angmoh woman compensate me instead of trying to be nice and saying, "It's okay, really, it's okay."

My white gold chain broke a few weeks ago. I guess I might switch back to my old necklace when I go back to Brunei.


School is starting again on Monday.


SIGH.

Hungarian Rhapsody No. 2

I love this rendition of Franz Liszt's Hungarian Rhapsody No. 2! Victor Borge, the pianist, was known for his humorous performances, where classical concerts meet entertainment. This is extremely amusing to watch.

The line between reality and dreams

I dream often, sometimes more frequently than I would like. Almost every night's sleep consist of a dream of some sort. It's supposedly not a very good thing to dream that often. Or so I heard.

I have nightmares too, but not the sort that has me waking up in tears and sweat in the middle of the night.

But nightmares come in different forms.


It was unlike any other dreams I've had before. The inexplicable fear that seized my heart felt extremely real and vivid, and it cut straight to the heart. I had never felt more helpless and desperate, because there seemed to have been no way out.

I remember thinking, "This is a dream, it has to be a dream. Please don't let this be real."

It felt so real that the line between reality and dreams had blurred, and it left me confused and full of fear; a sort of fear I had never felt before. That fear that it might be real is hard to put into words. It really seized me. I was truly scared that it was real.

But as I was thinking frantically, "This can't be real, this isn't happening", I felt myself awake. The immense relief that filled me had never been more welcomed when I finally realized that it was a nightmare.


I'm a person who thinks too much for my own good. Maybe dreams are a manifestation of our subconsciousness after all.

Sometimes I wish I could just go a night without having to dream; to have a restful and peaceful sleep for once.

Birthday Wishes

Dearest Joyce and Jerry,

Happy birthday!

Welcome to the 20s. =P May God continue to guide both your journeys as you celebrate 20 years of blessings and even the ups and downs thus far. Hope you guys enjoyed your days immensely, wherever you celebrated them!

Hope you're doing well in S'pore, Joyce!! =) And I hope to catch up with you when I go back in Dec!

And Jerry: yes, even on your birthday, I shall nag at you to PLEASE UPDATE already!

Movies, music, food, and hair.

*Sings* Mid-semester break is here!


Woke up late.

Had a late lunch.

Spent the afternoon watching this Korean drama (My Sassy Girl, Chung Hyang). Which I've been wanting to watch for some time now. (Ern, there is nothing wrong with watching Korean/Japanese dramas! Lol. There is nothing wrong with me!! =P)

Went out to meet Lydia, my housemate, at the Walk Arcade, which is this stretch of shops and cafes between Bourke and Little Collins Street. She's been telling us about this really cute dress, and I wanted to see it, but unfortunately by the time we met up, the Arcade was closed (at 5 p.m.!!) and we ended up roaming around the area...

...and I ended up buying everything but what I intended.

Which was expected.


I ended up buying snacks (=P); muesli bars, to be precise. Back when I was in Perth, I had this habit of always carrying at least 2 bars in my bag when going out (or any other snack), but since coming to Melbourne, for some reason, I stopped doing that, and the absence of food in my bag really hurts my stomach's feelings at times. =P

I finally bought my hair serum, which I've been wanting to buy for weeks now, since I'm running out... I think growing up with a hairdresser aunt has really made me quite selective in the hair products that I buy. The amount of money I invest into my hair! After I finish my current run of shampoo and conditioner, I'm planning to switch back to this salon brand which was better for my hair and scalp. I'm still deciding whether I should re-perm or straighten my hair when I go back. (The amount of money I spend on my hair!!)

Okay, I should stop talking about my hair now.


Ratatouille and Hairspray were awesome. I actually made ratatouille last night, for homecell, and I can't really tell if it was a success. It tasted fine to me, but it's hard to judge, especially when I have not tasted authentic ratatouille before. Gosh, I definitely want to travel to France in the future.

Hairspray is a great musical! I'm definitely buying the soundtrack. John Travolta is hilarious. And Zac Efron is so good-looking. I'm in love with his beautiful blue eyes. (Yes, I'm fangirling. Shuddup. =P)

It seems that whatever movie I watch, the music always distracts me at certain points throughout the movie. Sometimes I have to remind myself not to get distracted by the soundtrack, and to focus on the plot instead, so that I don't lose track of what's happening (which just might happen). Even in movies like Batman Begins (with Christian Bale in the title role - another good-looking actor =P), the soundtrack distracts me at certain points, and Spanglish as well - odd movie to point out, I know, but Hans Zimmer's score really stood out for me in that one, even if the movie wasn't well-received at the box office.


Extremely random post today. I shall try to update something more 'substantial' next time.

From one corner of the world...

So just now I reminded Jerry on MSN about this blog we were supposed to share. Jerry was like, "Wow, you never give up, do you??"

"There's a reason why this blog is called 'OPPOSITE CORNERS OF THE WORLD," I responded.


Patience is a virtue.

Anyway.

Blogging can feel quite tedious at times... when I think back to why we began this blog in the first place, it was mainly as a way of "keeping in touch", I suppose. Before that, I used to bombard everyone's inboxes with my extremely long and convoluted e-mails, and perhaps the blog relieved that "burden". Lol. There's a kind of freedom with e-mails, I think, as opposed to blogging.

I mentioned before that there is only so much you can blog about on a public blog.


I think I'm quite 'careful' when it comes to blogging. 'Careful' in the sense that, I hold back and don't blog about me. When I say me, I mean me me, open and pouring out my innermost feelings and thoughts. (Here is where I admit that I keep personal, private journals for that purpose.)

Even when I want to, I think I manage to veil up what 'personal' posts I've posted on this blog in this vague shroud of detachment, so that I don't reveal too much... does that make sense?

But looking at how uninteresting and mundane this blog has become in the past year (and I assume as well that I've lost practically everyone who may have been reading the blog), maybe it's time that I just relax and not be inhibited by the whole "world wide web" thing. As in, I don't think there would be anyone who would purposely look for like, 'Connie's blog' to dig up my secrets and stuff! Most of the people I know who knows this blog exists are friends whom I know anyway... I think. (Whoa, that sentence sounded a bit confusing.)

Okay, I've probably lost most of your attention by now.


I guess the reason why I described blogging as tedious as times is because of that... I hold back too much, and don't really share a lot about what's really going on in my life (unless in e-mails or through phone calls and SMS-es). I guess I just don't open up easily.

Or I could be selective in who reads this blog, since Blogger offers that option.

Ah, there's an idea.

But anyway, I guess what I'm curious about is... how 'open' are you willing to be on your blog?


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My brother's gone over to Manchester already... I know quite a few of you guys have gone over there to study as well. Things would be certainly be different when I return (hopefully) in late November. It'll just be my youngest two siblings at home... Unless I return to Brunei for the June holidays, I probably won't ever see my brother again until ... who knows when! (That's about the same as you, Jerry. Haha. I haven't seen you in two and a half years now!)

For once I can't wait for my exam timetable to be out, so that I can actually change the date on my flight ticket, to return home earlier.

One of those days...

Belgian waffle topped with banana slices is an excellent way to end a 'one-of-those-days' day.

Sigh.



Housemates and I decided on an impromptu movie and dinner outing, which is just what I need. With our different schedules, it's great that all four of us are home before 6 p.m. today for once. I was just looking at the movie listings and times in the newspaper, and said aloud for the millionth time, "We have to go and watch Ratatouille!"

To which Lydia responded, "Why not!!"



Thank God for the little pleasures in life.

The good old songs in years gone past...

Certain songs really have a calming effect on you when you just feel tired, frustrated or simply need something to perk you up.

Gary Barlow's voice settles over me like a warm blanket on a cold day.