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*