I Killed a Basilisk!

   This is a weird dream that I just had. I’m writing it down while I can still remember parts of it.

   For some reason, me and my family immediately sensed that there’s a basilisk outside of our house, trying to break in and kill all of us. My mom’s out working and my older brother’s not in the house, so that leaves just me, my younger brother, my elder sister and my dad. My sis and dad went up to the second floor and barricaded themselves in their respective rooms; so that just leaves me and my bro to deal with it.

   For some reason, my bro went outside, and hearing nothing after a while, I concluded that the worst happened. So, somehow (again), I managed to run to the nearest grocery store in the neighbourhood, one run by a Chinese couple that I and everyone in my family have known for generations. I asked the aunty there for “a live rooster”; and surprisingly, she had one in stock (she kept it in a sliding door closet outside the house. And for an old Chinese lady, she seems to know surprisingly a lot of basilisks. She told me that’s the last live chicken she has.

   Cock in hand (*giggles*), I went home, walked straight until I”m near the basilisk, and as if on cue, the cock started to crow. I peeked a little bit and found some sort of weird maze-like structure starting to hiss and shrink; the more the cock crows, the smaller it gets. Finally, it gets really small, and I tried to make the cock eat it and be done with it. Unfortunately, the thing is quite poisonous, and the cock dies. Oh well, it has done its duty.

   I went inside again, and told everything to my father. He asked me if the basilisk is totally gone, and I said no, there’s still some of the weird maze-like structure left. Smiling (huh??), he said I need to finish it off, since the basilisk can still regenerate out of that. I rushed down to confirm it myself, and already the thing has grown into a small, dandelion-puffball-like… thing.

   I rushed to my dad and asked him for money to buy a second rooster, but he just laughed and said no, it’s too much of a waste. I screamed at him saying how he can think about money at a critical time like this; deciding to do something, I ran down, where I found my brother already recovered from the first attack. With much difficulty (there’s as if some sort of force is going against me), I closed down the door, yelled at my brother to help me barricade it, while I snuck out to the nearest wet market.

   Then I woke up.

The Deed Is Done…

   I have done the unthinkable, a betrayal of trust, an act of Evil that will forever stain my soul. A lapse of ethical behaviour, in return for cold, hard cash.

   The horror. The horror.

Of South Korea, Justin Timberlake and Ethics

   Today turns out to be a not-so-bad day, after all. I was grinning half the time and looking contemplative (i.e., dozing off) on the other half. Let me start from the top…

   The Operating System tutorial today went without a hitch… although I think I did messed up on one question, the lecturer nevertheless asked me whether I’m interested in continuing my studies (fully sponsored, yay!) after I graduate in South Korea. Now, maybe he’s just asking people this question randomly, but nevertheless I’m gonna interpret this as him being impressed with my performance in class (so far), so maybe I have a shot for this. Well, he asked me to contact him once I finished my degree, and I intend to – assuming, of course, that I can remember to do so, hehe.

   But wow, South Korea. The land of hardcore online gamers and… hot dogs. The yappy kind, no less. That should be interesting…

   To my surprise, SPARC did have a booth after all, albeit a bit amateurish. To be honest, I’m a little bit sad that I’m not picked to serve the high committee this year, but surprisingly I am not actually very upset about all this. Well, all I want to do is help out and meet new and interesting people (read: chicks) anyway, so who cares about posts, eh? Besides, from the looks of it, MNTA is in DEEP trouble, so maybe this is for the best, after all.

   And wow, the new President really reminds me of the old one… I won’t be surprised if she’s also in FOM. Is there like, a set of rules that states how SPARC Presidents should look like? *chuckle* But disturbingly, the first thing about her that I noticed is her big earrings… and you know what they say, “if you notice a woman’s accessories before her, uh, “assets”, that means you’re gay”. Ahaha… *weak laugh* Anyway, first impression is, she’s okay, so I don’t think we’ll have problems. I just wish S would stop glaring and being angry of me… *sobs* I mean, I haven’t even started anything yet!

   In totally unrelated news, I find Nelly Futardo to be incredibly, intolerably hot.

   Am totally digging Promiscuous (although I keep misspelling it); everything about her just oozes hawtness. Her body (I mean, look at her abs. LOOK AT IT!), face, voice range… I wish she’d do a concert over here, I’d definitely go (and that speaks volumes on the level of how highly I regard her, since most of the time I loathe going out to such events). And Timbaland’s pretty good too, I can’t find any fault in his performance.

   But what I don’t get is, why is Justin Timberlake there? He’s an eyesore. Seriously. An out-of-place character, really. It’s like seeing a huge bird dropping messing up the beauty of Mona Lisa.

   Well, I’m off, I’m about to do a highly illegal thingie… despite the risks, it pays well, so meh. Life’s all about taking risks, right?

   So, laters.