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.