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Song: Glory Box
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and so i thank
the only reason why i'm doing this is cos my internet will not work, i.e. it has decided to permanently disconnect me for some godforsaken reason. if it is anything like the last time i am SO gonna kill my dad. GRR.
it's currently 21.42. i've been here since 21.08, after being brainwashed by lindsey lohan sweetness a la freaky friday on disney channel. damn i KNEW i shouldn't have gone into the room. next thing i knew it was an hour later and i was storming upstairs. and now my thing won't connect. HOW ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT, WOULDN'T YOU AGREE??
funny how i was so totally anime/manga adverse but now like, FUJIIIIIIIIIII. it also helps that his name is so easily pronounceable. fuji fuji fuji fuji fuji. and i'm at like. episode 16. my dad thought i was watching the same show over and over. but. now, i feel an acute sense of loss and disconnect. partially because. well. i am disconnected. GRR. DAMN YOU PACNET. and partially because i have decided to abstain from pot til the eoys are done. which. is. in about another TWO WEEKS. then. i realise that, heyy, i could be using all this time spent typing and listening to coldplay (yes aiqing. i agree. a message IS a VERY clana song. and it's nice to boot.) for STUDYING, non? but nooooooooooooooo. actually. i realise that since i know practically nothing for my last hist mindmap, i can't do it. and well. i'm just loath to touch my ss. which i did on gao zhi. for fun. but it's working out okay so what the hell. chem is... somewhere. gack. the disadvantages of doing it so early. math is with qianni. ho ho ho. phys. I DON'T UNDERSTAND IT. AT ALL. grr. *bemoans my sad fate. sinks into a depressive state that is not helped by chris martin singing mournfully in the background.*
IT'S THE LAST WEEK OF SCHOOL. DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS. IMAGINE MATH WITHOUT MR LUI. and like. NO MORE THIOCK AND HIS FINGER RUBBING. i must say he draws excellent diagrams. my lines all come out curved without a ruler. zhen should know. :D can't say i'll really miss lucifer though, but she's okay, i suppose. but i think she has a secret plan - to feed us sweets and goodies until we get fat then she can eat us. tsk. NO CAN DO, MRS YAP. that's called CANNIBALISM and is frowned upon in most societies. of course, the marags DID eat their own kind but i digress. and. i must say. i will miss julie koh. I KNOW A VAST MAJORITY FIND HER ANNOYING *looks pointedly at a certain sarah* but still. maybe it's cos i like chem. :D CHEMM. WOOT. then again, if i don't do well in the eoys i'll start hating it. but not for now. plenty of time yet.
but oh gack i think we've really had our fill of polly yap. seriously. lit, eng, cle. it's wayy too much. she's nice and all, a little weird, but nice, on a whole. sarah will beg do disagree. i find i do better with teachers than sarah seah. wouldn't you agree?
but oh oh oh i WILL miss our classroom. and gack. do we have to clear out our lockers? mine sucks, cos every single worksheet we've ever had this year cept phys and chem (under my table) are in my locker. chucked in various files, sure, but i never really got round to actually punching holes and putting them in. imagine lugging that home. HMMM. maybe i'll do a mass file clearing. like. recycle all my worksheets and bring the empty files home. :D yay. i'm so smart sometimes i surprise myself. XP and juliekoh walked past my locker twice this term and said that it was neat. which, considering my locker's actual state, is a rather amusing remark. anyhoo.
you don't have to be alone.
no matter how nonsensical the lyrics are, coldplay is still nice to listen to. gets you (well, happens to ME anyway SO.) rather depressed but it's worth it.
OOH RUBGY. WOOT. who knew i'd like it. you see. this year i'm learning to like alot of new things. XP like. prince of tennis (FUJI) and rugby. WOOT. PE TOMORROW. but sadly. first of the last two lessons. ZHEN I'LL MISS YOU CAN WE SIT TOGETHER NEXT YEAR AGAIN. and. omg. remember how we thought we'd finish all the sweets before term ended? well guess what. we have 4 days. and i THINK we'll make it. haven't been refilling recently, but yes. :D:D
i shall SWEEP DA PLOOR on wednesday. because there will be... you guessed it! GRASS. the bane of my existence. well. next to RS and screamy kids. i can't stand the grass. and like. mud. but then again, i wouldn't want to play rugby on hard, concrete ground either. so. compromise, yes? sth about the swiss and compromising and democracy and all that. how wonderful.
it's 22.05 and i've been continuously trying to connect since i turned the com on. fantastic.
Disconnected
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bloody hell. I FEEL DEPRIVED. DADDY. LET'S GET DIGITAL CABLE. XP oh no i sound like some materialistic ditz. or something. i still remember how my uncle was so delighted in showing off his digital set top box. and until now, after what, 4 years? more? i STILL don't know how to use his tv. oh i mean, i can turn it on... anything beyond that is like trying to scale mount everest... while trying to guess where it is. he has like. 5 remotes. and as many gizmo thingys. like. a video tape player, a dvd player, a karaoke machine or sth, some... giant... machine... thing that sorta connects everything to the speakers placed around the room (back when i was younger i was rather destructive. the poor speakers never fully recovered.). yeah. well BLAME ME FOR NOT KNOWING WHAT THEY'RE CALLED. i mean. for me it's: TV. DVD RECORDER. TURN ON. TURN OFF. SELECT CHANNEL. SET RECORDING TIME/DATE/CHANNEL. that's it. i suck. well and truly. anyhoo. i kinda figured that the master remote is this high-tech lcd screen thing. so i fiddle with it. more often than not, i get the picture, but no sound. it's wonderful, really. then i play around with various dials and buttons. to no avail. since uncle is busy downstairs barbequing or drinking wine or talking about... guy stuff. mountains and buildings and the army, i dunno. i enlist my dad. who. is as hopeless as me. so. we give up and i play with his gym equipment.
OH NO WEP. WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT. hmmm. maybe i'll like. spend two weeks during the hols like. watching little kids make clay figurines (WHAT my godma sees in this, i simply cannot comprehend) and drawing squares on the clay and hoping that they don't try to ask for help cos i have no idea what we're doing, i just draw the squares and try to look pro at it. and still earn money! and get coffee at 1pm! not too bad, really. i tend to fall asleep towards the end of the day. XP
that's where i belong and you belong with me.
SWALLOWED IN THE SEA. nice song. lost the lyrics. damn.
oh no. the year is like. over. and like. ARUNA. CONOLLY STILL HAS OUR MONEHH. grr. *mutters*
mann. what exactly IS libel/defamation. as in. god could dear old lucille yap sue me? ah well. but like. you can say the teacher feels hurt and all that but well. wouldn't you say it's part of the job? i mean, this is probably on my Top Ten Reasons Why i will Never Be a Teacher. and it's either online, or in the corridors. i dunno. it's not just teachers, right. i mean. for all i know there could be someone dissing me on his/her blog. who cares? then again, i'm not an adult with a job who has to support a family and pay taxes to help the economy (WAYYYYYYYY too much ss. and i still don't understand it. sometimes i wonder if she's really saying something coherent, or i'm just bad at this. i dunno.) or anything. i mean. all this supposed slander about me won't hinder me in getting a job in the future or anything. it's kind of a long way away. but URGH it's so annoying. *mutters about the govt* god what if they hunt me down and ask me why i hate the PAP and imprison me in a show of what was that again? coercion? whatever. yeah. it's. annoying. zhen. you have limited my vocabulary. and it's. annoying. XP
SPIKE. thought buffy was a dumb show (still is) but the most recent two episodes (whatt. it's like. after whose line.) have much spike. mmm. spike. i like spike. but if the plot gets any more ridiculous i'm abandoning it. even with his hot brit accent. XP
am currently in the middle of the battle of vo mimbre. and. am not gaining much headway. and. DESPITE THE FACT THAT THE BOOK IS A GOOD 2 INCHES (okay maybe not TWO. a little less) THICK I STILL HAVE NOT BENT THE SPINE. GO ME. maybe that's why my eyesight is so bad but WHO CARES.
long ranty... thing follows. read at will. but don't say i didn't warn you.
and kellynn khor eddings is so not a ripoff of lotr. technically. anything could be a ripoff of lotr. absolutely anything. pfftt ALL fantasy can be counted as ripoffs. good, evil, journeys, mythical creatures, powers, magic, new countries and lands, i mean IT'S EVERYWHERE. it's the basic element of any good fantasy. hell i wrote a random fantasy-ish once (trust me, you DON'T wanna know) and it had... weird stuff too. hell i could write an essay on how lotr is so not eddings. i mean. it's not like i'm biased towards either one, i like them both. (i wanna be an elf. so there.) i think they're both brilliant. we could start off with the valar. and maiar. and the 7 gods in eddings. they created the world, yadda yadda. cept it was more... graceful in lotr. as in. they SANG, for goodness' sake. i like the way they both created the world. as in. while lotr is probably more complex (tolkien is a genius), eddings has made it relatively simple. more comprehendible, definitely. in that way i suppose lotr would be for more hardcore fans, while eddings is an easy read for anyone. but still. a thorough fantasy writer WOULD go through the trouble of inventing a whole history, and they've both done it marvellously well. the silmarillion gives a good, though tedious account. belgarath the sorceror is much much more entertaining. not to say that tolkien's worse than eddings. but just that. while tolkien makes you go, "waitaminute, who?", eddings isn't as complex, and alot easier to remember just who's who. (kellynn is one of the rare ones who can draw out the noldor family tree.) and while tolkien reads like a "reference book" (quoth qianni), eddings is funnier. not slapstick funny, like dry wit funny. belgarath is a funny guy, what more can you expect? though i spent more time on silmarillion, i remember more of the history of the world eddings style than i do tolkien's. if you asked me to read belgarath again i'd be delighted, but i'd have to drag myself to read sil. not that i didn't try: i read it rather diligently and tried to remember all the names of the valar and who died and all that but still. it's tiresome. hell i can't even remember the story of luthien and beren properly. or turin turambar. OH NO. *vows to read that bit again, along with the first few pages of the merchant of venice*. but yes. you could say eddings took the easy way out, it's a much simpler history, but tolkien is far more thorough.
on to the actual story (as in, lotr and belgariad/mallorean). i much prefer belgariad myself, but i digress. lotr is. hmm. running and killing orcs. and frodo all tortured like. yadda. i barely remember characters. as in. i know their names, but i can't tell you what they're like. i mean. obviously, leggy isn't as flouncy as some fics make him out to be but, you know, i can't tell. eddings though, creates characters that really stick with you. i won't remember frodo for his bravery, but i still remember silk twitching his nose. you've got a more distinct set of characters in eddings - barak is rather cheerful, large, and red-bearded (The Dreadful Bear. *is delighted with splendid memory*), silk is cunning, a thief, and very good with daggers. (The Guide). dear dependable durnik (the man with two lives. ho ho ho.). MANDORALLEN. EVERYONE'S FAVOURITE KNIGHT. who thinks he's invincible. (the knight protector. no surprise there) LELLDORIN (blatant legolas ripoff, i admit, but at least he doesn't sing, and i think he's rather much dumber. and i don't know his weird special name thing. he like. got injured two chappies after he was introduced, and came back a few books later. pathetic. reminds me of orli in black hawk down). hettar, scary horse dude with the scalp lock (the horse lord). relg. ahahahaha. ridiculously pious man. it's freaky. and OH many more but you see, i REMEMBER them so well. they're so distinctly carved it's impossible to forget. whereas the focus for tolkien was the whole good/evil thing, eddings was more on the journey itself, and the friendships forged while sneaking through towns at night and trying to stop mandorallen from single handedly attacking a murgo army. and oh i missed them so much in belgariad, when it was just garion silk and belgarath. ): and durnik, but it's not the same without the dynamic trio - barak, hettar and mandorallen. ever ready to kill anything that stands in their way - even trees, if ce'nedra would permit. i mean you can put zakath in but it's not the same. while tolkien has an elaborate history of wood elves and sea elves and men from the west and hobbits and dwarves, it's all very fasinating. i mean actual different creatures with a different culture and all. elves are untouchable. i've always thought beltira and belkira are a tamer version of elladan and elrohir. XP anyhoo. yes. while the many races of middle earth are weird and diverse, eddings has... different races of man. tolnedran = trade, every drasnian is a spy, chereks are permanently doused in ale, algarians are quiet horsey people, nyissans love drugs, sendarians are practical, rivans are stoic (TEZUKA) and solemn i could go on. it's wonderful. i dunno. in some ways it beats tolkien. of course, the algarians just scream rohan but AH WELL I STILL LIKE HETTAR.
yes. anyhoo. ranting. blathering. just like my two-times-the-word-limit essay for eng. pfft. maybe i'll read lotr again. if i can bring myself round to it. it's just that i'm more likely to read out sections of eddings to my dad than tolkien. tolkien is serious. and like. grave. and eddings is (i'll use my favourite phrase again) dry wit. yes. that's my bit. phew. i needed that. wonderful. i know the summaries at the back suck, kell, but if you actually read it it's rather enjoyable. and if you actually let me mention eddings without going into a fit that might help too.
need to read eragon. and eldest. then lend cousin. mmmm. but after the battle of vo mimbre. yes. MANDORALLEN. "I rolled my eyes upwards. 'Arends.'"
22.58. still not connected. isn't my life just paradise?
esrever ni kcuts
THE NAMELESS NOVEL. WHERE ART THOU. (oh mimbrates.)
RIGHT THEN. shall be bright and fresh tomorrow. OH MRS LIM LET US RUN ROUNDS WITHOUT PASSING. PLEASE . I'LL EVEN RUN TWO. i like the speed of it, running, but long d and me don't go too well. then again, i haven't exactly tried it properly so. DEE can i run with you.
eoys in LESS THAN A WEEK. AT LAST. *mutters about school being slow. ducks various lawsuits that might ensue from that previous bit of "slander" against my beloved educational institute. mutters more about the govt and how ss is blatant propaganda. runs and hides*
AHEM. that was MONDAY. this is WEDNESDAY and my internet works once more! alleluia!! i still have no idea what was wrong with it but IT DOESN'T REALLY MATTER, NOW, DOES IT? omg the fact that i feel so overjoyed at getting my connection back after two days of ISOLATION FROM THE REST OF THE WORLD shows how the internet has like, permeated my life, or something. become alot more important than alot of things. i wonder what i'd be doing if i didn't have internet. like. i'd probably read alot more. hell, cross-stich even. i have this piece of cloth just sitting there waiting. but i'll be so slash deprived. O.o but i wouldn't even have READ slash if i hadn't had an internet connection. LET'S NOT THINK ABOUT WHAT COULD BE. chem calls. grr.

You Are The Pretty Boy
What Type Of Gay Man Are You?
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omg i am a PRETTY BOY???? gack.
don't get me wrong, i don't like, go around acting like a gay guy (which would result in me being... vaguely more manly??) THE LITTLE QUIZ WAS JUST THERE, ON SOME RANDOM SITE. i couldn't resist. there was one question though: "Who would you rather spend your time with" and, as opposed to putting, "my gay boyfriend" i put "my friends" and if i had put boyfriend i would have been the CLINGY GAY so i guess this ain't so bad.
I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN AGES... OH MY POOR LEGIONS OF LOYAL FANS. XP
I LOVE MY PIERCING. i need to buy more pretty earrings. seeing miss low's earrings and not owning them has sent me into a state of mild depression. I NEED RETAIL THERAPY ie shop for more pretty earrings. that should be my like, hobby. earring shopping! WOOT.
SAY HI TO MISS KITTY EVERYONE.
miss kitty says miao. she likes elean cos elan gives her milk and pets her. kellynn tried to smack her SO SHE DOESN'T LIKE KELLYNN ANYMORE.
AND MY DOG IS SCARED OF ZHEN. see lah. all because she like roared at her when she came in. notty notty zhen.
I MISS CSI. BOOO. david caruso looks GAYYYYYY. and annoying. and WOOT i like little boy choirs singing in french. and i don't even know what the words mean!
yayyyyy got the coldplay score WHICH COST ME 35 BUCKS WHICH ADDED TO MY EAR COST ME 40 DOLLARS IN TOTAL THIS WEEK. gack. but it was WORTH IT. qianni hurry up with it cos i wanna PLAYYYYYYYY.
i think. i think our class eats too much sweets. it was a bad bad idea to let them know that we had like, 5 bottles cos now they won't stop! despite measures taken to control sweet intake (that little cadbury bottle) we are still going through 2 refills a day, at least. tsk. AND ZHENNNNN. PEOPLE ACTUALLY LIKE MANGO AND ORANGE. SO THERE. i love mango and orange. and mint. i like. stock my pencilbox. oh yes and that almond chocolate laoshi gave us WHO KNEW WE WOULD HAVE THE MOST POINTS. IN CHINESE NO LESS. mostly standing up before we knew what to say and crapping up something on the spot. she NEVER calls number three. so i was all ready for nothing. BUT STILL. great funnness. i have come to the conclusion that eileen is unnaturally good at laoshi's little challenging riddles. ho ho ho. i think i could actually come to enjoy learning chinese.
I HAVE A WEIRD BRUISE ON THE BACK OF MY HAND THAT HURTS AND I HAVE NO IDEA HOW IT GOT THERE.
omg claire voyant is a funny book!!!!! like. the beginning was kinda shaky, but it took off and improved and had all these little "OH MY GOD NO WAY" twists and turns and it's so funny!!! AND DREW. OMG. HOT GUY. SHOWERING TOGETHER. *dies. needs to read h/d*
i don't care, thiock MY PAMPHLET HAD A MAP BEFORE YOU SAID IT COULDN'T. SO THERE.
I LOVE CHEM. HO HO HO. mixing the acids and the alkalis and adding pretty indicators (screened methyl orange is GREEN. AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.) and watching it change colour and making little squeals of joy. i think i am easily amused. aiqing agrees. qianling says i will develop LAUGH LINES. so i shall attempt to laugh with my eyes wide open. HO HO HO. or take joo's suggestion and do a neutral laugh. like. no facial expression, both of which would crack me up anyway.
I NEED A PRETTY H/D PICTURE TO PUT IN MY FILE. THAT IS PREFERABLY IN BLACK AND WHITE cos my poor printer would die.
GACK RS. *shirks away from analysing surveys.* GRRRRRRR. you know what. i shall... READ FIC NOW. RS TOMORROW (we DO have a short day, after all, and i AM grounded for piercing my ear without asking first. my mom cites "risk of infection" as to why she is not happy with multiple piercings. mel frowns.)
RIGHT THEN. FIC TIME. WOOT.
oooooohhhhhhh my goodness the last time i blogged was so long ago.
GACK. cat class today was interesting, to say the least. francis (worse than kenneth, if that was possible cos he's an infinitely better teacher than the rest of the cathecists put together) taught us about the nicene creed. whoopee. had to form into groups and discuss stuff. he asked can "woman be priests" and we had to give a yes or no answer, supported by three reasons (practice for ss!). my first reason was "woMAN can't be priestS" but then he changed the question and we were all, "dang!". then. were given the line "we believe in the resurrection of the body, and life everlasting" and we had to come up with the literal meaning, the "artistic meaning" (or so he puts it) and how we would apply it to daily life. and they had to send a rep up. fingers pointed and WHOOPEE! GO MEL. mel goes. francis gets mel to sit in chair in front. yay. he forgot my name from the last time so i had to tell him again. apparently i'm "real sporting" for going up there while the rest of the saboed ones were being rather adamant about it. therefore. he asks me to go first, citing my apparent confidence. mel's eyebrows shot up at the statement. explained random stuff. AND THEN. and then. he asks for an example. mel flounders, and says something about how when you are really old, you gotta accept that you're gonna die, and not like, "drink ginseng every 24 hours or something". don't ask me where that came from. anyhoo. it wasn't even remotely funny, but almost before i could say "something", francis had burst out laughing. like, evil, maniacal cackle. mel stares incredulously at francis, while the rest of the class laugh at francis laughing. mel laughs too, cos, i mean, GEEZ WHO THE HELL LAUGHS LIKE THAT. IT WASN'T EVEN FUNNY. plus he's a GUY. CACKLING. like, all out erupting into laughter kinda thing. anyhoo. after the laughter subsided and mel had collapsed into the chair, francis asked for questions. francis says we all must be more than just pretty and handsome - we must have brains. we can't be like oysters - all muscle and no brain (mel recalls the zhen-mel brain-body relationship. mel also thinks the oyster thing is a bad analogy). therefore we should be able to come up with a question. mel tries to psycho everyone into not having any questions using her amazing telepathic abilities. mel knows she failed when kenneth (they make a realllyyy good tag team. francis asks for questions and kenneths provides them. what's more, they both enjoy patting people on the back. THANK GOODNESS I WAS SKIPPED TODAY. MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.) asked some random question. mel craps up some answer. francis praises mel for not getting "defensive" (mel raises one eyebrow), which is a trait of a good debater.
francis: "you see! melissa is not just pretty, she has brains as well."
mel dies, turns around and the resists the urge to slam my head into the desk behind me.
GACK. like HELLO. omg. die, francis, die. HE THINKS 1 IS A PRIME NUMBER. AND SMILED BENOVELENTLY WHEN WE TRIED TO TELL HIM OTHERWISE, saying, "some mathematicians choose to argue otherwise." aka "shut up i need to LOOK smart." oh geez.
HORROR. what if he's back next week??????? *dies*
*goes off to console self by reading fics. :D*
OH MILORD.
everyone. listen closely. read. "we need to talk about kevin" by lionel shriver. it's a frickin good book. omgomgomgomgomgomg. and horribly chim words but you should be able to get the gist. omg i am so not widely read. *needs to read more. and not eddings either* despite my penchance for always "expecting the worst" (to quote eva khatchadourian. elean should know. my "what happens to draco" theories always end with him dying.), i didn't expect the ending. at all. i mean. we all know kk killed 9 people. we all know that. but how, and who, and everything GAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! is loath to give spoilers. but. *gives in*
WARNING. dee. do not read further.
[[spoiler]]
OMG. FRANKLIN. CELIA. i mean. the whole time i thought they were divorced and some parental negligence suit had been filed against eva i mean after the liquid-plumr incident who wouldn't? but to be dead? shot dead, no less, left in the backyard by her lovely son. omgomgogmogmomg. THE WAY SHE FOUND HIS BODY. heartbreaking!!!!!!! i would have cried, but was too shell shocked to do anything except make incoherent whining noises, like when my mom interrupted the scene where dumbledore died. like ARGH. HEARTBREAK. SHOCK. and the way it was written!!!!!!! omgomgomgomg. *loves lionel shriver* wahahahahhahahahahaha. and kevin is such a disturbed kid. i mean. whoa. deranged. off the scale. he likes being ahead of everyone, making everyone useless. he makes his mom feel like shit. yet. yet. he still loves her, in a way. in his own, private way. he admires her, but never lets it show because he wants to think he's superior, that he doesn't need her. that he doesn't need anyone. and he's so damn cocky. oh man. and the deceit! the lies! how he does all these horrible horrible things to people, makes excuses to his dad and his dad wholeheartedly believes him while even though his mom knows better, the dad thinks his mom needs a shrink! (i'm sorry, something's gotten over me. i can't write or think in coherent sentences anymore. gack.) i mean. WHOA. talk about distrust and tearing apart family bonds. the mom on her own is such a complex character. this is like, getting in the head of someone's mom. not a "i love my kids" mom, but a mom who confesses to distrusting her son and breaking his arm. i mean. whoa. and how she writes about travelling the world, how she hates americans and yet is becoming one herself - thinking she's so superior. i suppose we all do that sometimes but to hear that from a worldly woman with a multi-million dollar company and a husband and two kids - whoa. it was a wonder they weren't divorced yet. and the way it builds up, all the way from before conceiving kevin (answering "the Big Question". what is it, anyway? "what are we here for?"? hm.) up til after. when he's gonna go into a proper state prison rather than a juvie hall. 8th june 1999. omgomg. and the end, when she asked why he did it. the question everyone's been asking. he isn't a social outcast, he had good grades, he wasn't poor, he wasn't of a minority race, his parents weren't divorced, he had a sister to play with, i mean what was wrong with his life? and he just tells her that two years on, he's not sure anymore. and that's enough. that's enough, i suppose to know that kevin feels remorse. that he's no longer stiff, aloof, but actually feels something other than smug satisfaction. it's great, to have kevin humanised, in a way. the whole time he's been a son of a bitch (and yes, i think eva was rather nasty as well, though i probably would have assasinated kevin myself long ago BURNING OUT HIS SISTER'S EYE, for crying out loud. WITH SLOW ACTING ACID.) but now we can actually feel some sort of pity or compassion for him, i dunno. killed 11 people (dad and sis dead in the archery field, each at least three bolts through them.), but still. he's really weird, in a way. a very interesting character to analyse. how he thinks through everything, and writes essays with three letter words ONLY, and implicates others in crimes they never committed. i wonder what he felt, when his parents were close to divorce. oh gods
i gotta read the book again.
[[end spoiler]]
OMG. LIT DEPT, HERE'S A BOOK FOR YOU. won some orange award, for which it was in the papers twice.
:D:D 30++ bucks at kino, but free at your local library. or at least, at mine, anyway. :D:D
today. TODAY. i wasted tons of time BECAUSE i lacked psychic vision and could not foresee that we'd have at least 1 free period today. sadness. and my zuo ye sat happily at home, still uncompleted. and KEVIN, still uncompleted. close to the end though. but. in class, i would never have gotten a page in. i can't concentrate. too much background noise, potentially interesting conversation, classmates doing honky accents i mean, c'mon. i think only kell can concentrate. seeing her all absorbed in lirael (another good book. go read read read.)
CAN SOMEONE TELL ME HOW TO STOP THE "AURORA - PART OF THE MICROSOFT NETWORK" CASINO ADS FROM APPEARING??
wasted wasted wasted. all that time. gahhhhhh.
OMG ELAN. you're losing your ship! poor girl. and then she decided to try strangle me in class, and when kell dragged me away she claimed melandkel to be her new otp. brill.
hmmm. *thinks of last week* passed damn fast. OHMILORD. chi pt. ahahahhahahaha. sucked. pronunciation sucked. wahahahhahahaha. but vid was good. despite two of the bloopers being made by my bad pronounciation too wahahahhahaa.
i have recently reorganised my links! :D:D nine separate categories for easy reference. fics, groups etc. :D:D *is proud of self. thinks about rs. mood dips a little*
OH OH OH. during eng. zhen suggested we write a story (she gets the ideas, i execute. our phys car is a good example. cough.) and said it should be deep and sad. so. lotsa rain, cliches and heartbreak ensued. damnnnnnn cheesy. i mean. if you want a sad fluffy thing OMG IT'S RAINING. NO WONDER IT'S SO COOL that's kinda cheesy at the same time, go for it. rather fun to do though. all that overdramatisation. XP
OH NO. CHICKEN STEW TOMR. GACK. horror. and lucifer didn't pick on me! :D:D but. but. ONE-ON-ONE. omg. i wonder what mine will be like. *is filled with trepidation*
OH OH OH. we got our rs file back!!!!!! *hugs file. has much love for file.*
qianni has an inner drama streak we never knew. and kellynn's built-in cookie radar sends her "pouncing" like a deranged wildcat onto every cookie within sight. i tell you that girl needs help.
coldplay has guitar scores. GUITAR. what happened to all the piano in their songs, huh?? i can't play the guitar! and the book costs 30 bucks! and so do each of the lotr scores that i'm not too sure i really want but will probably buy anyway so i won't waste so much time analysing themes in the soundtrack! but my mom says she will get me all three IF i pass my grade 8 practical! which sounds relatively feasible. i think. (i hope) and. i realise. that whenever i try to think of the jurassic park theme song, i always start singing the gondor one, you know, when boromir stands up at the council and when merry and gandalf (NOW I KNOW WHY PEOPLE WRITE MERRY/GANDALF. THAT WHOLE JOURNEY TOGETHER THING IS IRRISISTABLE. OMG.) first see minas tirith, i think. :D:D sigh. when i watch lotr i'll sing to the soundtrack and kell will quote. wonderful. we could produce a whole movie.
omg. cat class sex ed has become major slash discussion. like, they mention sex and someone (me or janice :D:D) will say sth about harry or draco and geri will join in about erestor and glorfindel and we'll just go on and on. and OMG joo didn't know what oral sex was until recently!!!!! WAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAAA. omgomgomg.
i have three new pairs of dangly :D earrings which i blew 12 bucks on. :D:D:D:D pretty. *loves dangly earrings* gnia actually thought it was a religious thing when i told her i couldn't wear undecided earrings. i mean, they're not studs, but they're not long either!! MAKE UP YOUR MIND. i need another piercing. wanted to do right but everyone says it's gay. grrr. my sis tells me to do a cartilage. thanks, but no thanks. looking at zhen, and judging from my infrequent exposure to pain of any sort (the most recent one was hitting my leg on the table. and that was at most, minute.), i think i'd better not.
well look at the time! 7pm. time for dinner, shower, then ZUOYE. and tomorrow i will come downstairs and stare sadly at KEVIN, then at demon lord of karanda, and wonder if i should abandon my grand plan to read the whole belgariad and malloreon, just as i did years before. sigh.
OMFG. shall not comment here. tsk.
nat day was, for lack of a better word, dull. monotonous. unexciting. cept for when i got high. did chi pt. whoopee. i suck at chinese. nat day itself. went aunt's house. failed to hack into the com. could not finish last few chapters of fic. felt deprived. went to tv room. sifted through and tried all 5 remote controls. nothing happened. gave up. talked to aunt. realised that aunt watches more tv than i do. or about the same. csi, dh, lost, she does them all. and my cousin (her daughter) has no clue as to what's going on. talk about role-reversal. got dinner. watched part of parade upstairs where there's a more idiot-proof tv. went upstairs to watch fireworks. muttered about the stupid tree that blocks our view every. year. played with uncle's gym equipment. was pathetic. gave up. wondered how dear old sang nila could have seen a lion on a tropical jungle island. wonders why they had little kids running around doing weird hand actions and dressed like gazelle. has come to the conclusion that nat day is rather pointless. adamantly refused to watch shooting stars or full circle. is of the opinion that they are complete and utter crap.
went out lunch with sarah today BUT NOT BEFORE FINISHING FIC. WHOOPEE. WONDERFUL. *loves draco somethin' fierce* wonders if i should read it again. then again i'll take ages. plus i skipped all the herm/snape (ewww. so wrong) bits, or the extra-marital ron/angelina bits, or the disgusting lucius/semuese bits. i am SO glad they did NOT show the sexual side (if there IS one) of minerva/albus because i would have just DIED. anyhoo. walked around orchard looking for appropriate presents. pooped. had coffee. took 16. stopped at library on a whim, got off the bus before i realised what i was doing, and swore. several people turned to look. i really gotta learn how to shut up. went to library. decided to look for we need to talk about kevin (thiry bucks at kino, tsk. paperback too.) and lo and behold! one copy available, not on loan. same for away laughing on a fast camel. ($12 at kino but decided it wasn't worth it. new one out - then he threw away my sth. can't remember) so. went scouring all floors. again and again. kept seeing "shreve" rather than "shriver". after walking "inconspicuously" among the coffee-drinking crowd and trying to see who might have taken it (i REFUSE to waste a trip to the library. especially since i bought nothing after going to two major bookstores today) i asked the librarian. took me three tries before she finally realised i was saying "SHR" and not "HAR" or "SAR". pointed her to the shelf i had found the shrs in and behold! some kind soul had returned the book to the shelf! went, "OH YAY!" felt bad but was too elated to really care, said thanks and went to check out the book. WHOOPEE. felt peppy. decided to sing amsterdam and try and get the notes right and find the appropriate key so that i don't have to attempt to sing the really really low notes. decided not to do a gazelle over the little railing thing in case i somehow manage to slip and fall (in front of a wolf XP) on the grass. bus came pretty quickly but not before i had five minutes to sit at the bus stop and swing my legs excitedly, effectively scaring off anyone who may have wanted to sit on the same bench thingy. i had managed to plonk myself somewhere in the center of it, so. bus came. was glad i could tell it was 15 rather than squint and try to guess if it was 16 or not. *hates bus stops with buses like that* walked back home. plonked onto sofa to watch jlu (u? weird) and teen titans (my sister memorised the lyrics O.o) and batman though i watched that one half a mil times already. jl was WHOA. it's newer than the usual justice league (cos they make references to jl epis) and the characters are allowed to have mussed (thinks of the many descriptions by harry of draco when he wakes up in the morn. :D:D) hair and call each other "clark" and "bruce" rather than "superman" and you get the picture. :D:D was nice.
does not understand csi. SARAH. *looks imploringly*
oh oh. saw two ang moh tourists on mrt. female. one with a backpack. talking animatedly. one had wedding ring. thought: why isn't she going on this holiday with her hubby? saw other woman's hand. another ring. thought: LES. kell is right. my mind IS in the gutter.
needs new fic to read.
oh oh. my friend (you know who you are. :D:D) asked what would happen if magic existed and we thought of casting one spell and said the words to another. like. what would happen. and i thought of that book about the signs and signifiers and semiotics or whatever it was called. so. according to that, if i understand correctly, a concept in your head is basically nothing until it is attached to a word. so. when you THINK of a concept, it is formulated in your brain as a particular WORD, or signifier (i think) which is then translated into a verbal word that comes out of your mouth. so. so. TECHNICALLY. you shouldn't be able to mean one thing and say another ALTHOUGH. aha. we all know that it IS entirely possible to say one thing and mean another, or say ornithologist instead of orthodontist. SO. umm. i don't know about that. that needs further reading. okay. so we continue on the magic thing. now. if magic only depended on a verbal WORD, then any idiot could do magic. i could just mumble avada kedavra under my breath at lucifer and she'd keel over dead (don't we all wish). but no, because magic is more than that. it's a MENTAL thing. if it was just the WORD then millions of little kids (or big kids or basically everyone) would have casted some spell or other and another hundred thousand or so would have been killed accidentally by over-enthusiastic voldy impersonators. it's like the will and the word (eddings). you gather in your will, and release it with a word. any word. technically if you want to translocate a vase and focussed your will on that, but said "break" instead of "move", the vase would still translocate itself anyway. the word is like a switch that releases the will. doesn't matter what the switch is, it works just the same. so. technically. if you said flippendo when you meant to kill someone, they'd probably die anyway. technically. my favourite word. :D in the end, it's all still random speculations.
righty then. enough of this philo shit. time to SLEEP.
i think our forum thing is going well, don't you kellynn? gahhhhhh. *is worried* what if it doesn't work?? you all must tell me what you think okayy. i VALUE your opinion. gahhhhhhhhhhh.
fic is good. abit too much snape/hermione, but ah well.
LUCIFER HATES ME. had chinese tuition book on table for whole of ss. was doing it during lunch when she came in and couldn't be bothered to keep it yet. she came round, saw it on my table, with me doing nothing on it and nothing to hide it and my chem work just next to it with my balancing equations notes all over the place (i like balancing equations, but only those i can do. :D) and she told me to keep it. and. i hate doing what lucifer tells me to do. besides, i wasn't doing anything on it. i'm not guilty of not fricking paying attention so i shouldn't have to keep it. so i didn't. even when she passed me the handout and after she walked away. then after the ppt on facism (i am SO gonna fail this topic) she asked me to summarise the ppt in two sentences. i just died. as in, for this kind of thing, i need proper understanding. telling me random names and spewing out words like totalitarian and whatever else - i can't understand that. that's why tkam nearly killed me - i spent ages finding out exactly how the stock market worked and how it could possibly crash. so she asked me with this wonderfully evil and delighted gleam in her eyes that screamed, "AHA! GOTCHA!". i rattled off some crap i remembered from the ppt JUST TO PROVE HER WRONG. HA. I WAS PAYING ATTENTION OKAY. then she asked me for the opposite of totalitarian and i had no clue. so. mumbled some crap. she gave up on me. thank god. GAHH. then she of course wanted our socialism presentation. and. well. it was kinda unfinished. so i told her what little i knew about socialism and qianni presented her advantages and disadvantages so it didn't go as badly as i thought it would. wouldn't it be weird if i like, hated her and she hated me but i still do pretty well in ss? wahahahahhahahahahaha.
MY POOR POOR PENCIL. left it at home today - was therefore pencil deprived. dear aiqing lent me one. got home to find it not where i put it, and without the little cappy thing and the eraser. seeing as it is near impossible for the eraser to come off by accident, i came to the only logical conclusion - the dog ate it. but i left it on the counter which is like what, abit lower than chest height? my dog ain't exactly a saint bernard. i mean, HOW COULD SHE GET THE PENCIL. anyhoo. *is sad over loss of pencil* i use pencil for everything i feel handicapped penciless. sighh.
lit. gahhhh. died. assembly tomr. phys and chi too. OH. math graphs. whoopee. i hate graphs. at least quadratic graphs made sense, was it coord geom? whatever it was, it seemed considerably easier. i mean. i can draw curves - just give me the equation. what i can't draw is those general scenario things like y=k/x^2. i am damn slow at figuring out the answer. SIGH.
*hopes tomorrow will be better than today*
why don't they have a DRACO slash archive, huh? dang.
*needs to watch whose line*
BOROMIR: "Too pretty to be male, Legolas Greenleaf!"
oh so true.
LEXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *hyperventilates* *loves lex* *has deep adoration for michael rosenbaum, despite all the shitty other shows he's done* OMG ALL THE HINTS. like, chloe says something about how in truth everyone hides something of themselves and how in the end it'll all come out or result in something bad, i can't quite remember. then lana visits clark and the conversation goes something like this:
CLARK: are you okay?
LANA: yes.
MEL: NO!!!!!
LANA: [pauses, apparently hearing mel's impassioned outburst] no.
MEL: MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
wahahahhahahahahahahaha. but OH LEX. so evillll. and the good lex was so heartbreakingly good. the way he said he was proud of lionel was just sooo sweet! such a wonderful, rare father-son moment. then again, when lionel reached out to touch lex's cheek i kinda cringed. i mean. eww.
yesterday i ponned cat class to emcee band concert. :D dad dropped me off at some road near the parliament house cos he couldn't drive any further, what with nat day preview and all. dad told me to go left down the road he was turning into. dad drove off and army guy told me to go down the blocked off road. deciding that walking down a nicely deserted road beats walking down one with those weird "construction going on" shelters over my head, i took the road the army man recommended. walked and walked, dreading decision to NOT wear stockings, thus effectively killing my heels. came to a sort of fork in the road. being rather directionless and incapable of remembering directions, or what vch looked like, for that matter, i turned left and walked towards some army and policemen standing guard at the edge of the padang. they told me that vch was BEHIND, and that i had just walked away from it. whoopee. so. turned around. walked back. was about to approach another one of the numerous imposing-looking men in combat uniform when i saw vch! so. walked towards it, only to discover that the whole building was seemingly surrounded with orange plastic fence thingy, you know, like the one we stole for youniverse. decided to walk along the fence, hoping to find some entrace or low point that i could high jump over (in formal black pants, pseudo court shoes and carrying an incredibly-easy-to-crease blouse, no less.) or something. was accompanied by strains of national day parade music as the sound people tested their soundtracks. finally came to a break in the fence. walked through, got to the gate. saw the lift standing in the middle of nowhere, a staircase that led up to who knows where, and a sign that said "ABRSM office 3rd level". called miss lim. told me to take lift to second floor. did. arrived at second floor looking lost. weird security guard guy looked at me and said, "you raffles ah." i said yes and he pointed to my left and i saw miss lim. YAY. hung my blouse on some trolley. miss lim asked if the blouse fitted me, or if it was too loose. i said it was okay. she said she wanted to know just to gauge how fat she was. i did my best to alleviate her fears. lounged around or trailed behind mrs koh while waiting for aruna. she seems to think i'm like some trained professional emcee or something, and that aruna is this splodge on the edge of her line of sight. annoys me.
anyhoo. aruna came. put plasters on heels. still hurt though. smart, i am. rehearsed a few times. decided to do without retainers so that i can say "miyasaki" rather than "miyasakhee". emceeing band concert is the best cos:
1. you get to watch the concert for free
2. you only learn about ten minutes of script for 2 hours of concert.
3. you get free food at the reception.
4. you get to eat the cake.
5. you see james ong NOT looking like a camel! for ONCE.
6. you get flowers from deborah tan (two)
7. you get flowers from mrs koh (three. she insisted that the total be an odd number for a good flower arrangement)
8. you get a token of appreciation (and not some cheapo notebook either
9. you get to watch all these adorable funny old men wave their arms around conducting
10. you get to see adriel yap play the pipe organ.
not bad, eh? we could be like, official school emcees. WOOT. and charge, too. :D
but apparently sex ed was the topic in yesterday's cat class. dang. must have been... interesting. but who knows what kind of questions kenneth might ask us, or rather, ME, his all time favourite victim. whoopee.
went nat lib today. nice, big place. crowded. loaning section was sparse, for lack of a better word. rows upon rows of shelves, with but 20% taken up by books. the reference levels were much more satisfying, as far as i could see. despite 5 lifts, it was still damn slow. and the weird exhibitions on level 5, or was it 6? whatever. they were pathetic. like, pieces of glossy paper (cleverly reflecting the light so i had no idea what the picture looked like in its entirety. wonderful.) barely held in place by clips to a plain white board. boring. and the weird garden with the plants mounted on those long, things. um. like tall lampposts with plants at regular intervals. the pipes that helds them up were covered with brown marks, like no one had bothered to clean them, and you could see serial numbers still on the pipes. geez.
was left to my own devices at around twelve thirty while family went home. walked around. checked out shelves. found a couple of books on communication. got bored. decided to get a frap. walked back to parco (the same malay woman had to open the door at the intercontinental who knows how many times for me. and i wasn't even one of the distinguished super-rich ang mohs. walked back at forth at least thrice between 12 and 3 and i STILL saw the SAME ang mohs eating and lounging about at the buffet thing. maybe one day i'll be able to afford that kind of luxury. :D). found starbucks, but deemed it too hot and crowded. wandered around and found coffee bean. wondered why it wasn't on the directory. found a seat, got the ultimate frap, sat to enjoy mag. at about... 2.45 (45 minutes on a frap and only half of the mag done. i am slow.) went back to library. same shelf. started picking out books. kell arrived. went through more books. left kell to sort through a book while i perused some book on language and stuff. pretty interesting, though a tad deep. took me AGES just to finish a couple of pages, and i didn't understand half of it. went to photocpoy stuff. long queue. left kell carrying the books while i went to check out the photocopy rooms on the other floors. made kell walk up two floors to join me. wahahhahahahahahaa. photocopied, stapled, labelled. whee! took mrt home.
and now here i am, worrying about ss, but yet not too bothered.
OH OH. found nice fic. so far. AT LAST. YAYNESS. *skips off happily*