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2005-10-12T17:26:00.000+08:00

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.

2005-09-21T22:13:00.000+08:00

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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.

O.o

2005-09-03T22:47:00.000+08:00

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*

we need to talk about kevin

2005-08-16T19:09:00.000+08:00

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.

sputters WHAT?

2005-08-10T22:46:00.000+08:00

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.

green eyes

2005-08-04T21:53:00.000+08:00

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*

LEX, among other things

2005-07-31T21:48:00.000+08:00

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*

screw you, jalel

2005-07-25T22:06:00.000+08:00

damn i think that was the quote. it was in one of the everworld series that i read in primary school and i thought "screw you" sounded cool so i went around saying it to random people with a humongous grin on my face and my mom prohibited me from reading everworld again. of course,that only made me continue reading it, so. but i stopped after i couldn't find one book and i refused to skip.

gahh. long ranty thoughts EVEREHWHERE.

cept. well. i'm not gonna not eat in class or anything. i'm sorry joo but i'm sure you know how to let it be. i have faith in your carefree spirit XP. whatever but still. yeah. just because someone's got a problem with it doesn't mean i have to stop. i'm not hurting anyone intentionally. i'll just be more discreet, if need be. yeahh. umm, all i can say is, you have problems, i get it. just, tell us next time, deal with your issues, learn to smile, then let it be. that's it. yeah.

LUCIFER. in a weird fishnet... thing. *shudders* only caught a glimpse. managed to make it past her with my head down - only saw jesus sandals, thank god.

*stares at hp article in time. feels like ripping it out* dang but i'll DESTROY the article. and if i destroy the entire mag then my mom won't be too happy. unless i take the risk and let her read it. OR. i could do like i did with time last time - take it apart, then staple i back again. hmmmmm. *thinks* ah yes. i shall rip it apart. WHOOPEE.

*likes charlie*

been writing too much tengwar. today tried to write ya3 as in you1 ya3 de4 ya3 but wrote tengwar "c" instead. gahhh.

needs. new. fic.

BACK TO THE ABOVE ISSUE. breathe everyone. chill. geez man even on the tagboard i didn't think people'd react so strongly. thinking about the frame of mind i was in, i was kinda annoyed about what i tagged about (go read it yourself.), but that was it. i mean, i wasn't even in a particularly ranty mood. then people come back and say that we shouldn't start a war or whatever (no direct quotes here, i'm just getting the gist of it, not trying to misquote anyone or defame anyone or whatever. *raises hands in surrender* geez i feel like i can't say ANYTHING without major disclaimers.) and i think, whoa. mann. then again, i wasn't on the receiving end so i probably shouldn't say much. so. i had better shut up. soon.

but yeah. you know. i could choose to have a bitchy rant, and then again i could not. and i didn't. yeah. cos. well. actually i have no idea why. i guess. i can get pissed off about things like this, but not majorly. so. while there's all this big hoo ha about it i feel like this random calm patch in the middle of some stormy sea (excuse the cheesiness something is DEFINITELY not right with me today) you know what i mean? as in. i'm fine. yeah. in fact, i'm not even randomly pissed off now, after a rather fruitful lit lesson (chewbacca!). whoopee.

the dark side

2005-07-23T22:01:00.000+08:00

qing is right. i have gone over to the dark side. whoopee.

pissed kenneth off today. at least, i think so. for real. cos when he was asking us if we implemented all that deep convo with family shit i told him i did nothing about it, cos i don't think it's necessary. and. for the first time EVER, he didn't react. as in, usually he would have this annoying "i understand" look on his face or at least go, "mmm" but after i had finished all he did was stare into space with this most disdainful expression on his face, then wordlessly turning to janice to ask her. after everyone had said their bit he said that those who think they don't need to use his damn techniques, who think they have perfect lives, are strongly advised to think again. wth???? i don't think my life is perfect, i just think that i didn't drag my ass over to cat class just to have him force feed me some magical formula for the perfect intra-family bond. my friend agrees to my previous post about him. whoopee. every cat class is now a full-blown piss kenneth off session.

and i enjoy it. at least until he comes and pats me on the shoulder. today he did that (never, EVER wear sleeveless) and i visibly flinched away. kinda like a reflex action. like, body registers kenneth's hand. skin crawls at kenneth's touch. brain tells body to jerk away immediately.
racial harmony day was spent giving random people massages and getting a pretty henna thing that will probably wear off by next week. plus i forgot to pass kell the dvd. whoopee.

started potter last evening, finished this afternoon. homework is as yet undone, but it was worth it. hbp is so wonderfully devastating. DRACO!!!!! *loves draco. needs to give him a hug. needs to see this book on screen* and all the slashy connotations! it just makes me all excited.

but now, no book will compare until i have returned it to elean and guardians of the west looks at me forlornly from my table. soon (in all probability, tomorrow morning) it will be back to garion and ce'nedra and the lot, without magic or dumbledore or delicious little draco ("sleek blond head"! *dies*) or any slashy connotations whatsoever. unless you wanna count the twins, in which case is disgusting. so many legoalas/aragorn fics feature twincest and personally, i can't stand it. yech. or. i could just spend the rest of my days mooning over draco and the book in general, mind wandering and fabricating all sorts of wonderful little fantasies, all the while waiting to get home so i can attack the ff world with a whole new fervour. *sighs*

filming was fun. wahahahahhaahhahahahahaa. shall not divulge any little details. shall keep you all in SUSPENSE. WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAA. but our video rocks. as in. i haven't exactly seen the final product, but it rocks anyway. WOOT.

needs to hear star wars. hmmmm. not now. gack. must bathe. spent too much time reading, ho ho ho.

OH. OH. the vamp at slug's party. his name was sanguini. people back in some century long ago believed that the body is made out of four humours - melan, choler, phlegm and sanguine, which means black bile, yellow bile, phlegm (no, not fleur) and blood respectively, if i remember corretly. SANGUINE aka BLOOD. geddit? vampire, blood, SANGUINi. wahahahahahhahahahahaha. dunno why i picked on that. and how MAJOR SPOILER ALERT. DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU DON'T MIND dumbledore was right about the dada position being cursed - snape didn't last more than a year, now, did he? SPOILER OVER. NOW WASN'T THAT A RELIEF.

i think it was pretty funny though, that i carried the book into cat class and it looked exactly like a bible. abit thicker than average, i would think (compared to mine, anyway), but bible-like nonetheless. wahahahahahhaa. and how the number seven is supposed to be humongously magical or sth and the bible had some passage about how you should fogive your brother not seven, but seven times seventy times or something like that. hmmm.

racial harmony day

2005-07-21T21:58:00.000+08:00

well. actually. kind of the day before rhd but WHO CARES. wahahahahahhahahahaa.

watched s'pore's brainiest kid. thought that if THEY were our brainiest, then our human capital is highly compromised. one kid was like, picking his teeth or something cos the camera was focussed on the girl but when it went back to him, he had had his pinky stuffed into the back of his mouth and had hurriedly removed it. ew.

had lunch at billy bombers! and. i wanna go to a real american diner! it's the whole experience, you know? then i'll think of dh and BREE and get all sad cos she had told george that she had sat up til two am with rex not snogging, but TALKING ABOUT POLITICS and george killed rex and so rex's dead and it's all so sad!!!! then i'll get all upset and my mom will tell me, "HAI YAH, lisa, it's just a SHOW. why you get so affected for what.... not like it's real right." then i feel like either crying, or punching her, or both.

then i'll think of wanda looking for pietro and found him in a random diner drinking coffee and reading the papers. then she gets all pissed and slams him into some storage cupboard, rips the cupboard from the walls and drags it outside. all without laying a finger on him. then i'll think of how pietro is like draco, in that, annoying, arrogant way. *sighs. thinks of draco. leaves to read fic.*

a good rant

2005-07-16T22:11:00.000+08:00

WARNING: RATHER UNPLEASANT MATERIAL FOLLOWS. READ AT OWN DISCRETION.

being mean to people online can be so satisfying.

i'm now wondering if i should get up and look for the mosquito that's been buzzing in my ear OR

realise the buzzing is actually some random person outside my house humming. hm.

damn. was in a very piss-kenneth-off mood today. and now i know why. KENNETH IS LUCIFER'S EVIL TWIN.

seriously. i mean, it's all there. they both:

1) try too hard to get us to like them
2) like to pat us on shoulders or other similar forms of body contact, as if we're great buddies or
something. (KENNETH IS HUMONGOUSLY GUILTY OF THIS.)
3) try to push some godforsaken idea across to us, when we really can't be bothered.
4) smile, in that oh-so-sickening way.
5) are very familiar with my name. TOO familiar.
6) talk in circles.
7) speak unsinglish english. by that i mean TRY to speak "the language of milton and shakespeare"

but end up with many fatal grammatical errors that make me wanna strangle them. e.g. lucifer's "apple-polishing". i forgot kenneth's. too many.

i wish kenneth was podgy and pillar-like (shape, not like pillar of strength. oh no no no.) too but sadly, he's skinny (thiock-like) and wears an everton shirt almost every week. OH.

8) bad dress sense. though lucifer is number one in that aspect. NO ONE can unseat her. (both literally and figuratively. i mean, would you even DARE to TRY to lift something of that size?)

like kenneth's terrible-looking girly sweater turned up at the wrists.

heck. they're so similar, they also both have a favourite "most responsive" pupil! lucifer's is probably *won't mention names* and kenneth's is that random gay guy who reminds us all most disgustingly of... *drumroll*... WAI KIT. yes. even away from sttd, i still cannot be rid of it.

gack.

so yes. today's cat class topic is COMMUNICATION IN THE FAMILY. wow. that's interesting. woot. does it sound like any particular lesson from school? *bells ring* why yes! is this not a close imitation of CLE? the very class lucifer so delights in? how wonderful!

kenneth gives long speech, during which he pauses often to tell me to shut up cos he can hear my commentary being whispered to janice. he says he's gonna ask some guy "yes or no" questions, then proceeds with, "how often does your brother go off for ns (or sth)?" and i say, "umm, yes? hello??? yes or no questions my ass."

he also decided to ask me why there are arguments in families by stuffing (i was about to use thrusting but it sounds so damn wrong) the mike under my nose while i backed away from it. i DISAPPROVE OF MIKES IN SUCH A DAMN SMALL ROOM. okay, granted, it looks slightly lab-sized but maybe cos there ain't much in it but DAMMIT KENNETH I DON'T WANT THE FUCKING MIKE. so i said that it's cos we all have different points of view or something but he had taken the mike away before the "or sth" and when he heard me say "or sth" promptly stuffed the mike back while i veered away towards janice and said, "yeah, that's all, nothing". GEEZ man.

anyhoo. break into groups. and THANKS ALOT BENSON cos benson wasn't here we had KENNETH to facilitate our discussion. whoopee. and guess what? he happily got me to write down what we discussed on the thickest sheet of butcher paper i have ever seen in my life, which i promptly tore. BY ACCIDENT. anyhoo. boring discussion. yadda yadda yadda. kenneth's main point, (which he basically repeated over and over aka point no. 6) is that we must make it a habit to have meaningful conversations with our family, which, due to the fact that it's a half hour of FORCED CONVERSATION, becomes somewhat like this:

kenneth: so how was your day?
mom/dad/whoever: boring.
kenneth: how so?
mom/dad/whoever: cos i do the same thing every day.
kenneth: which is?
mom/dad/whoever: talk to you, dammit.

then kenneth goes on to say that we can't have closed-ended questions, we must ask open-ended questions. rather than , "did you install the new cable vision (what the hell?)?" you say, "how was your day?" then janice, (YAY GO JANICE) interrupts with a very valid point. "but kenneth, "did you install the new cable vision can also be open-ended what." and i happily add that by saying "did you install etc" the replyer could go like, "no but do you remember the gay cable guy? and carlos? and the trial? and the serial gay-basher thing? and the fact that gabrielle said he was a jealous neanderthal?" i mean. does that LOOK closed-ended to you? we got the point, but hell, let's annoy kenneth anyway. he tries an open-ended question but mel answers with a monosyllabic word e.g. "no. FULLSTOP." followed by much agreeing from the group. then kenneth tries to demonstrate open-ended questions. he makes me "the parent" while he himself is the annoying teen.

kenneth: so how was your day?
me: bad. FULLSTOP.
kenneth: why?
me: cos it's boring.
kenneth: why is it so boring?
me (decides to give a parent-ish answer): don't ask so many questions, i'm very busy.

but kenneth is not deterred! he goes on about body language and all that shit and while janice is happily defying him (me in the supporting role, scribbling randomness on the butcher sheet). at one point he mentioned he had a girlfriend. i started coughing and HE PATTED ME ON THE BACK while saying that, "you're not my girlfriend, why are you the one coughing?" WTH? but refuting kenneth, or arguing with him, is just like arguing with lucifer. or talking to a brick wall. same difference. they absolutely refuse to admit that FACE IT, you're WRONG, your students are SMARTER than you are/they hate your guts/they're bored to death. HE MADE ME KEEP THE DAMN BUTCHER SHEET. anyhoo.

later, when we were done with our "productive" discussion, as kenneth so hoped it would be, he came up to me, patted me on the back AGAIN, and said, "thank your for volunteering to write everything down, melissa." i told him that HELLO, i didn't exactly volunteer, you made me. he also went to janice, patted HER on the back and thanked her for participating and sharing her ideas. and janice was all, "HUR. UM. right." geez. even BEFORE cat class, i made the mistake of asking whether i was supposed to go upstairs or not cos kenneth grabbed me by the shoulders from behind and propelled me to the staricase, saying, "no, you don't GO upstairs, you WALK upstairs." and giggled. WTH?? from now on, cat classes are to be spent pissing kenneth off. mhm. wonderful. oh. and. in a sudden fit of righteous cynical anger, i wrote some shit on the butcher sheet (shit. sheet. hm.) about how i thought what he was saying was crap (in a nicer tone, of course). i am so screwed next week. WOOT. maybe he'll like, get me kicked out of cat class. then i'll never get confirmed! how delightful!

in that same fit of righteous anger, i tried to do some math but was foiled by huiling's calculator. correction. huiling's FRIEND'S calculator. nearly threw the thing across the room. sent huiling 5 smses telling her to buy me a new calculator by monday last block. almost told her to keep her lame ass excuses to herself but managed to stop myself. GAHH. bad bad mood. but hell, she DOES get on my nerves. if you read this, huiling, please don't go commit suicide or anything. honestly darling, i'm not worth it. go bitch to rachel or something. then you can both happily glare at me every ld session, while i cry in my little corner all alone. i can just see it now. whew. poor little sad mel. all because huiling refuses to talk to her anymore. awwwwwww. then i'll go into depression and throw myself from the school roof. WOOHOO. GAHHHHHH. feeling so bitchy now. needs. to. throw. things.

breakable. things.

spent thurs and fri either feeling like throwing up, shitting, or sleeping. or the most popular combination: all three at once. missed much log. GAHHHHHHHH. DAMNNNNNNNN. i hate it when i can't do math. math is like. the one thing i can be SO SURE I'M GOOD AT. and when i can't do math. i just. can't take it. never, ever, let me approach you when i don't understand a fundamental math concept. i'll either scream at you, throw something at you, or burst into tears. believe me, my dad has had enough of that.

WTH WHAT CHINESE HOMEWORK. *bombards poor helpless kellynn* GAHHHHHHH. gets more worked up. i am SO gonna burst a vein one day. GGAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH. thanks aLOT kellynn "omg this guy's a lana fan MY SHIP WILL NOT SINK" khor. i'm SORRY. i am, for some GODFORSAKEN REASON, going nuts.

hell hath no fury like lucifer scorned

2005-06-30T22:10:00.000+08:00

i am in DEEP SHIT. i am in lucifer's BAD BOOKS, not like hell as any others. and, like sarah so eloquently put it, "she is SO gonna screw you over."

ahem. as you may or may not know, i was so fortunate as to bump into lucifer on the staircase during lunch on tuesday as i was going up to the third floor to refill my bottle. i was starting up from the landing midway between the third and second floors when whose voice should i hear but the lovely, melodious, oh so grating screech of dear dear lucifer.

lucifer: "ah, just the one i was looking for."

mel groans inwardly. mel looks up, then wishes she hadn't, for who should be standing on the third floor landing but LUCIFER, devil incarnate. mel obediently walks up to her, avoiding eye contact.

lucifer: "melissa (in that OH SO SICKENING WAY), could you remind the class to bring their report *pause* files tomorrow?"

mel: "oh. yeah. okay. umm. and. (wants to ask if she'll print timetables. also RESISTS URGE TO SLOUCH ON RAILING. i at least have that WEE bit of damned RESPECT. mel instead stands straight with hands folded demurely in front of her.)"

lucifer looks hard at mel with that ever so lovely hollywood smile of hers.

mel: "will you be printing it for us? (because mel has no idea how many changes there are)"
lucifer (looks at mel with incredulity): "print?? there aren't any very drastic changes, right?"

mel is clueless.

mel: "um. i haven't checked it yet. (offers explanation) i mean, yesterday instead of ss we had philo, but today's timeteble is the same, i don't know about tomorrow."
lucifer: "well i don't think there are any drastic changes, right? so i don't need to photocopy for you all, right? (as is her nature, lucifer ALWAYS avoids printing stuff for us if she thinks we can spend the money at the SUPER DAMN SLOW COS OF THAT STUPID NEW WOMAN photocopy shop.)"

mel concedes.

mel: "okay, then."
lucifer: "so, remind the class ah."
mel: "yeah. sure."

exeunt

that incident was quickly put aside as mel informed what was left of the class as to the bringing of the file. the next day, lucifer came in late for cle. not that anyone was complaining. she asked us what we thought about the whole lsl thing. she gathered opinions that became gradually repetitive because we all thought the same thing, and she vehemently agreed to everything we said. that may seem short but i put it here much more succintly than she would ever manage to. she's like quah in that way. every time we try to decide what time to meet for rehearsal she'll go this tremendous roundabout, before finally understanding the point we were driving at all the while, wasting an hour of my life in the process. so. lucifer spoke in circles, dee asked if this was going anywhere, whether we were gonna talk to mdm yeo lay cos lucifier was technically talking to the wrong people. WELL PUT DEE. but she didn't get the hint. after about 20 minutes wasted, she went on to the class values. half the class (me included) went, "what values". some remembered the lame "rate your values!" cle survey she based our class values on. HERR. honesty, respect, responsibility and. umm. enthusiasm or something. anyhoo. asked us if we were upholding the values. i had absolutely no idea, but these values weren't much to work towards anyway, most of us embody the values subconsciously already. then she started talking about RESPECT, and how it can "ONLY" be shown through whether you greet the teacher or not. and THEN. to my absolute surprise and disgust, she said (in that sickening sweet drawn-out whine);

lucifer: "MELISSA didn't greet me yesterday, when she saw me. is that a sign of respect?"

practically every single person turned around to look at me. i sit at the back, and i KNOW that everyone is looking cos suddenly instead of a sea of black hair you see faces, and skin. i was all, "WHAT? WHO?" and then, after recovering, "BLOODY HELL!" like. WAH LAO. she actually remembered that? JESUS. i mean, after she so GRACIOUSLY GREETED ME with a "ah, just the one i was looking for", SPOILING my DAY with her unwanted and sudden appearance (technically with her width, "sudden" is not in her vocab.) did she EXPECT me to greet her? so what, all this while she cooked up this meeting to tell me to tell the class something just to gauge my bloody reaction?????? WAH LAO. then she went on to say all sorts of the most ridiculously insane remarks i have ever heard.

lucifer: "when you see a teacher you must greet *pause, as if waiting for us to fill in the blanks. she's like bush that way, you know? the frequent pauses in speech. oh so slappable* her, right? it is a sign of *pause* respect, right? (her hands move about, not passionately, not assertively, but in sync with every pause, like she's conducting some poor demented cricket orchestra) and respect must come from the *pause* heart. it comes from the heart, right? when you greet someone, it should be automatic, from the heart, because you mean it, right? if every time you see a teacher (here she shows amusement, as if her next statement is hilarious) you have to think before you greet them, and greet them just because you're told to, then that is not respect, right? (A/N: this, though largely quoted from the great lucifer herself, has also been partly rephrased, due to this author's inability to remember speeches word for word like a tape recorder. therefore, it sounds altogether much more eloquent than lucifer's original. please do not be deceived. thank you.)"

here, mel starts to think. not that she wasn't thinking, just that she starts thinking more productively, rather than swearing. technically, since greeting teachers you respect comes from the heart, automatically, and i didn't greet her, it only goes to show that i don't respect her, which is utterly true. and this, by the way, was only proven with evidence given by lucifer herself. so applause please, everyone. i would be nastier to her if i wasn't afraid of explaining to some random counsellor why i hate her so. it's the sort of vivid disgust and repulsion that seems to affect everyone around her, and can't be put in words.

lucifer: "it must come from the heart, rather than from your *pause* mind, right? but although you respect the teacher, you cannot *pause* overdo it, right? you cannot be an apple-polisher, right? if you keep apple-polishing the teacher, that is not right, right? (here the author must confess that she has little inkling as to what lucifer says next because COME ON, APPLE-POLISHER? WHAT IN HEAVEN IS THAT? GOOD LORD. OF ALL THE GOD-FORSAKEN PHRASES, APPLE-POLISHER? GEEZ. so as far as can be gathered, lucifer goes on about polishing apples, while the part of the class that was paying attention is utterly confounded by that strange phrase.)

after much apple-polishing, lucifer moves on to a recap of the damned KP models. here, the author must again confess that though she has heard the phrase several times, she has no idea what it means, or that we were learning it in the first place. so sue me.

lucifer: "so now, let's have a recap of what we learnt last term, what did we learn? the k *pause* p *pause* model, right? and what are the five components of the kp model? (pat volunteers answers. mel goes wah lao. lucifer proceeds to DULL OUR MINDS FURTHER by asking for the definition of the damn model and asking if we upheld or demonstrated the qualities. she was greeted with stunned silence that just screamed, "what the hell. are you ACTUALLY expecting an audible answer?")

somewhere in the middle of it all she said something about having to talk to us one-on-one, something i'm sure we're all looking forward to. ho ho ho. i bet she's DYING to talk to me. i can just imagine.

lucifer: "so. melissa. (mel cringes) how have you been doing? are you paying attention in class? do you still do other homework during lessons? (here, mel will flash her most sincere sheepish grin) oh, you all never remind me ah, must change your seats, right? (here mel will panic, and will consider the option of jokingly deterring her, but realises that it will make it worse.)"

SIGH. lucifer. bane of my existence.

MATH TEST. DAMN. *mumbles about careless mistakes, misreading the question and just plain lack of luck.* ah WELL.

NO LD FOR ME TODAYYYYY!!!! WAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAA. thank god for small roles. OUT OF THE PAN ICH GOOT. TRES BIEN. RAFFLES CITY, BASEMENT, NEXT TO FOUNTAIN. GO GO GO!!! DOUBLE SCIENCES RULE. WOOT. volleyball is fun. cept for bruising. but fun. pe maths chinese tomr. not that bad. surds is rather enjoyable, really. XP

OH. OH. THE TRUMAN SHOW. it's the epitome of conspiracy theories. never, EVER allow me to watch this kind of show. i will be shivering in constant terror and babbling on about the world coming to an end for MONTHS. HOW COULD THEY BE SO CRUEL TO HIM? like. imagine. your whole world is false! no one REALLY likes you, they just act. it's sad. and cruel. if, like, on a slightly smaller scale, something that you believed to be true all your life, like, a fundamental theological belief or something, maybe religion, is revealed to be false, and everyone knew this but you! it'd be like, "luke, i am your father". like, what the hell my dad is the most evil guy in the universe? it kinda shakes you, what you build yourself on. like, your mom tells you you were adopted, or she had sex with some random guy and your dad ain't your dad but he doesn't know or something like MAN. you know. it shakes you.

awwwww right! i dunno i just had to say that. MANN. ONE WEEK AND ALREADY 3 PTS. WOOT. csi season five was great. fantastic. new spin. man i think tarantino's made a difference. and. after watching ch5 csi i really miss the old, dna greg even more! *sobs* he's just so funny in tuesday's epi and when you compare it to the get-down-to-business-w/o-wisecracks greg now, it's just sad. like, all about his papa olaf and the hydraulics. *snigger* wahahhahahahahaa. and they;re trying to replace greg with hodges, like how he was fixing the pipes and hit his head. though i must admit he's doing it pretty well but NOOOOOOOOOOO. WE MUST HATE HODGES. HE'S NASTY. HE CARED NOT WHEN GREG WAS BLASTED THROUGH THE GLASS OF THE DNA LAB. poor dear greg.

poor dear bree. she's not "cheating" on purpose, and after edie (with a surprising, but not very unexpected show of wisdom) pointed out that she talks so freely with george she really went and tried to talk to rex! and nasty, insensitive rex! grr. john is so nice. and gabrielle wore padme earrings! (pink) hmmm.

it's 22:03. time to post this and SLEEP, ready to wake up bright and early to read magician's gambit (remy!), third in the belgariad! just found the part where belgarion tries to lift the rock. WAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAA. pre-industrial rev people can be so funny. well. they SEEM pre-industrial rev. from what we've done in class it seems most fantasy books are set in the pre-indus age. eddings, tolkien, tamora pierce and i have no idea who else. but the thing is: when there's a prophecy (e.g. belgariad) people set out to fulfill it. then. well. it's a prophecy, right? so technically, it should happen whether you want it to or not, with or without action from you towards the cause. so. then. if everyone tries to work towards making the prophecy come true, then technically, i can say anything, call it a prophecy, and people will work towards it anyway, making it come true. so. prophesying wouldn't be foretelling the future, now then, would it?

and how was your day?

2005-06-27T20:57:00.000+08:00

ah. great. now my msword is screwing up. WHOA BLOODY HELL WHAT WAS THAT? damn. the maid just closed the piano, somehow managing to hit a few keys at the same time. damn. i mean, hello? you CAN'T close a piano AND hit the keys at the same time. sheesh.

ahahhaa. at almost precisely 9.30pm yesterday, aka midway through an AWESOME csi epi (like WHOA, rewind! :D:D AND greg. naked. not that he's particularly good-looking naked. i'd rather warrick MAN he works out. BUT ANYWAY.) i suddenly got DAMN HIGH. as in, bouncing around talking too fast high. i think it was i dunno nerves or something. i just got damn high and telling my mom not to let me wake up LATE or i'll DIE. it'll be just like my dream, cept worse. *shudders* managed to calm down enough to enjoy little britain, or at least part of it. SO AMUSING. WAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAA. the gay guy and the hot blacksmith (don't worry, not orli. much hotter. think. mike. but not so old. WAHAHAHAHHAHAA.)

after disturbing images of secretaries (male) looking down at the prime minister who was in shirt and boxers and saying "big", then pouncing on the prime minister, i still managed to fall asleep. :D

woke up. NOT LATE. :D had breakfast. read. waited for jac. heard cute song about some stalker.

"oh oh oh she's following me!
oh oh oh she's out of her tree!
oh oh oh she's off of her rocker (i think)
sth sth sth... i'm in love with my STALKER"

so cute. arrived at school to DISASTROUS MESS. tables were TERRIBLE. found table. (i love my table. it's got all these cute little drawings on the o level stickers. i have no idea what the drawings are, they're just in thick marker. and absolutely ADORABLE. as far as table-top vandalism goes) found kell's mag under table. found june's notebook too. kell found my dictionary (was about to use the short form, til i realised how awful it sounded) under her table. people found various odd things under their tables. kell found our rs stuff under whose table was it? yeah. twas weird. new timetable that says yap PEW ying!!!!!!!!!!!!! WAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA. AND. on the class photo (which lucifer TOTALLY SCREWED UP THANKS FOR SPOILING OUR OTHERWISE WONDERFUL PHOTO) instead of lucille yap the name says:

MS YVONNE HAN.

HA.

IN.
YOUR.
FACE.

NOBODY TELL HER. WOOT. this is FANTASTIC. KEEP it like this, mannn!!!! WOOT. this is your JUST DESSERTS, LUCIFER. FOR SAYING THAT I DON'T BLOODY PAY ATTENTION IN CLASS, and for all the other SHITTY THINGS YOU DO and for the way you always PISS ME OFF. TAKE THAT.

philo. did chinese. whee. RS TOMR. watched pyg. funny how it feels like i didn't have a month long break at all.

wow

2005-06-25T14:07:00.000+08:00

that was fast. yeah. indeedy. hm. *tries not to think about it*

but actually. i think i function better with shorter holidays. that was my determination to finish all work lasts the whole holidays and everytyhing gets finished in time, with plenty of time left for movies and ff reading.

too much belgariad has gotten to me. now i tend to talk to people in the formal tongue of the mimbrate arends. i spend half my time going, "wouldst thou like some?" and the other half of the time wondering what i'm saying. but it's good reading. yeah well i know it;s not free but i can't resist. i think i can make it part of my daily routine. like. after school, take mrt to tampines, rent/return books, take mrt and go home. OR take 16 down to library, borrow/return books, take 15 home. both require longer walking distance but hey, all in the name of a good book. i still can't believe poor sarah got lost trying to walk a straight road to my house. i suppose it was expected really but, well, a straight road! with a sign, "Welcome to Siglap Park Connector" screaming out at you the moment you get out from the station. ah well.

poor qianni. poor peanut plants.

hmm. gahh. the incessant worry is starting to bug me. soon i'll turn into a raving lunatic, like some pathetic nyissan on drugs, sitting in a berry patch with mould growing on me, laughing.

i'm starting to wonder if there isn't a good fic out there that doesn't involve sex and seduction in every other line. the one i just finished was nice, cept for the large amounts of frolicking that elladan, elrohir and various elves/men do in their spare time (mostly nights, though a secluded pond in the day time is also welcome). it's like, "estel i love you!" and WHAM. into bed they go. or "hey elrohir that soldier there looks bored, wanna - " "way ahead of you, bro" and tada! the happy threesome skip off to some spare bedroom that always appears so handily anywhere. but well written nonetheless.

my search for padme earrings continues.

padme earrings noun: a pair of ear ornaments that resemble the ones padme amidala (see also ANI) wore in REVENGE OF THE SITH when ANAKIN returns from rescuing CHANCELLOR PALPATINE (see also DARTH SIDIOUS); a tiny silver chain with a ball of silver attached to one end and a hook attached to the other, meant to loop through a pierced hole in one's earlobe, usu found in pairs.

one contender was spotted at perlini's silver in centrepoint but it's PEARL rather than silver which is major sadness. it was otherwise perfect. in half an hour i am going to scour every inch of parkway and see if i can't find a pair of padme earrings. wahahhahahahhahahahaa.

in the meantime, the grim (but still humourous) adventures of (bel)garion continues.

gahh

2005-06-18T14:01:00.000+08:00

hmm. the she is a rather philo-like book. much like carol plum-ucci's other books. about beliefs, and what we choose to believe, and how everything is a theory and can at some point in time be disproved, how language enables us to think in concepts, therefore religion is a concept that comes with language, how emmett refuses to admit that his parents were eaten by the she and how evan refuses to believe that they were drug dealers who got away. really quite cool. mmm.

out of sheer boredom and lethargy, i ended up watching the national spelling bee in washington. not over yet, i think, but can't be bothered to watch the rest. it's like a sudden death thing - you take turns to come up to the mike and spell words, you get that word wrong and you're out. you get it right, you're in for the next round. one boy couldn't spell muesli, which is a really sad thing. there were weird words like nuchal (i think) and dolcissimo and something starting with gno. basically, words that hardly anyone has heard of and the participants gotta spell just based on pronunciation, definition and origin of the word. these people are pros mannn. one of them is 11!! like. whoa. and they all look like nerds (go figure) but one of them actually looked pretty passable. everyone else was in these polo shirts and khaki/black pants/skirt but this one was in a hooded sweater and jeans. got a really hard word but still managed it. some myce sth sth. another poor boy couldn't spell dengue! well. i suppose it's where you come from. maybe over there mosquitoes are a rarity.

gosh. seeing legolas in that girly silver tunic makes me wanna read fanfic. gahhh. bad bad girl.

reading belgariad again is good. nice book. and it's not mine, so i can open it without worrying about the binding. but. but. belgarath the sorceror is still happily in my cupboard and it WILL get damaged. like my poor sil. *sigh* ah well.

should really. really. get down to some work.

mmm. extended family outing has been planned WITHOUT CONSULTING ME I MIGHT ADD to escape or wild wild wet or sth. WHICH I AM VAGUELY TERRIFIED OF. due to my intolerance of spinny whirly falling things. i get headaches ranging from mild throb to all out vomit-inducing ones. gahhh. and now, no chi tuition (plus point) but chi proj meeting postponed (DEFINITE MINUS). gahhhh.

oh geez. now i gotta go play arcade games with my sister. whoopee. joy abundant. plus point: not my money. another plus point: coffee. plus point part three: tomorrow i go BORDERS. :D:D

hell hath no fury like an obsessive compulsive woman scorned

2005-06-16T20:52:00.000+08:00

everybody has nightmares. scott dreams about his parents dying, jean about freaky circus magicians, rogue about mystique's past, and even logan has nightmares about having adamantium injected into his skeleton. me? i dream about being late for school. this morning i woke up PANTING at SEVEN AM (still pretty dark) cos i just had a nightmare about being damn late for school. it was what, 7.30 in my dream? and i was still at home, packing god knows what. it was pure panic. like. smallville-esque panic mode. alot of panicking and everyone else being so damn calm. that's what i hate about my "OH MY EARS AND WHISKERS I'LL BE LATE!" dreams. like. i'm running around in an obvious state of frenzy and everyone else is just SITTING THERE. like. TOTALLY CALM AND UNFAZED. LIKE ALL IS WELL IN THE WORLD WHEN IT'S NOT!!! I'M LATE!!! all is NOT well!!!!!! WHY CAN'T ANYONE SEE THAT I'M PANICKING AND OBVIOUSLY NEED HELP???? like. PANIC WITH ME!!!! gahhhhhh.

watched batman begins today. ICH GOOT. C'EST BIEN. HEN HAO. (like that pathetic chinese policeman with the weird accent.) it's dark, deep and intense. like. WHOA. an action movie WITH DEEP THOUGHTS. like. concepts, ideas, feelings, inner conflict. i mean, you're not just getting into the batsuit. you're getting into his head. like. how he thinks. it's good. the world is short of good, deep movies that aren't full of sexual content these days. american beauty at HMV is M18. gahhh. dad will never buy for me. technically it ain't worth it cos i just wanna watch the cut scenes. the voyeuristic part of me wants to see the military man kiss kevin spacey. and csi is NC? what's wrong with them mannn.

oh but katie holmes has this face, that in 20, 30 years down the road is gonna sag like hell, like one of those old grannies with the saggy cheeks, the bulldog look, you know? i mean C'MON tom cruise, you had NICOLE KIDMAN for cryin out loud why'd you leave her? sadness.

call me slow but MSN 7.0 is so fun!!!!! like. WHEEEEE!!!!!!! the little comment thingy below and the prettiness of it all and seeing disp pics like WHOA.

AND. ho ho ho. my friend has just kindly informed me that in greek mythology some weird god guy named his donkey melissa! DAMN. I'M NAMED AFTER A FREAKIN DONKEY? who like, "felled" a giant. geez. of all the creatures in the world a DONKEY???? why not the pretty flying horse? i mean, C'MON.

i don't like the bat tank. you know. that thing he calls a CAR. it's so, *shivers* unaesthetically appealing. i mean, why didn't he stick with the convertible/sports car thing? the one with the two girls in the front seat? do a bond mannn, get a good car! i know this thing can like, what, leap humongous "chasms" (what was that word you used, qianni?) etc but come on, look at it! it's just ugly. you know. everytime i watch justice league, and everytime wonder woman gets her rope out i always HAVE to say, "the lasso of truth, freedom and justice!" for some obscure reason. and the thing with her going, "great hera!" and "hera give me strength" and "hera help us" is so whoa. like. wonder woman has a religion! which is greatly emphasized in an epi i just to happened to watch where hawkgirl thinks about how ww is so into the whole asking hera for help thing and how grundy's looking for his soul and when he's about to die he says, "will grundy find his soul now?" and hawkgirl was gonna say, "i don't believe in that" but instead she said, "yes. i believe you will." then he died. it was so, "AWWWWWWWWWWW." sadness.

watching rotk always makes me sad. not just the fact that "oh man it's the end and frodo's going away!" but also the. you know. like. the end of a production. something you've poured your heart into, that you're never gonna experience again, that changed you somehow. it's over. that. gut-wrenching feeling of emptiness, you know? i get that, when watching rokt, and it's not a good feeling. it's like, "aww man i'm never gonna prance around like crazed water lily or reeds or ducks or whatever we're sypposed to be now or stare avidly at invisible birds again!" you know what i mean? it's such a great part of your life for so long, like, it's part of your daily/weekly routine and now it's just, over. gone. done. and imagine. the lotr cast and crew have been at it for 4 years! and now. just like that. over. it's sad. empty. and for a while you feel like, hell how am i gonna live without it? but you move on, you know? like. yeah. it's over. you get over it. move on. like. still look at the photos now and then, meet up, but yeah. yeah. no words mann.

i gotta show my sis how saruman dies. it's just so. graphic. whoa. like. ow. i really winced. it's just soooooo freaky. i thought it's be too scary to put there. but i kinda thought they'd do the proper ending, with saruman corrupting the shire, but i guess that'd be too complicated. still. i suppose the violence and gore of his death makes up for it. XP

LOST.

the best 8 hours of my life

2005-06-15T23:00:00.000+08:00

valar. i just spent like, 8 hours of my life sittin' in front of my tv watchin' my extended edition dvd and cast commentary. and. til noo. i'm still thinking with a scottish accent. like. all my thoughts in my head are just, billy's voice. or dom's. you know? like. a squip. but instead of keanu reeves i've got like, billy boyd. how weird is that. and even noo. all this. it's all in an accent. i cain't do the phoenetics properly (pygmalion!) but i'm telling you. 2 hours later ah ken still hear billy's voice. inside my head! gahhh.

but oh it was so funny!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i mean. 8 hours straight on a sofa is horribly butt-numbing but it was a GOOD butt-numbing session! but seriously. i think i have a bad case of ff withdrawal. i saw theoden talking to eowyn and i was like, "they're gonna kiss." then i see that they don't and i'm vaguely disappointed. then i realise that they're RELATED and it's INCEST but it doesn't bother me too much. hm. then i see eowyn and aragorn and i go "KISS" but it doesn't happen and again i'm not too bothered. and i see legolas and aragorn and i go, "oh they're gonna kiss. yeah." and i'm a little disappointed that they don't but i'm not bothered at all by the fact that i actually expected a kiss. not dreamed it. expected it. then i saw eowyn and faramir and i was "KISS" but they didn't which REALLY was sad. apparently they were supposed to have sex in a bathtub (according to "daisy" wenham) but he and miranda were laughing too much to pull it off so... billy and dom were the funny ones. frodo and sam were doing this whole "serious actor" thing and going all analytical. dom did a really high-pitched imitation of arwen and he said he liked her voice and just at that moment, liv came in and started talking and they both sounded exactly the same! apparently for the killing of the mumakil orli went and practiced climbing animals for months. (according to dom and billy anyway. who were probably joking. i hope.) "yeah in his down time we'd go surfing and he'd be climbing ponies and cows and donkeys and mules." "and that came after the gerbils and the hamsters and the rats." "oh yeah. he was bitten by one of them. right in the - " "haha, yeah. couldn't work for weeks after that." and they're so DRY in that. you know? they don't sound like they're telling a joke. (don't tell me to throw water on it kel.) and. oh geez. when sam was kissing rosie.

SEAN: "yeah it would have been great 'cept for when billy and viggo were off camera kissing each other, as a motivation for us (him and rosie) to look at."
BILLY: "yeah we were just, you know, applauding for them and then viggo grabbed me and kissed me, hard, open-mouthed, on the lips."
[moment of silence]
FRODO: "oh and here i have this dialogue..."
etc.

and when they were watching the naked-frodo-all-tied-up scene elijah mentioned that he had asked where the light came from. i mean, they were in mordor, where it's like, eternal night and that tiny little lamp thing ain't much good so why is it so darn bright? he asked the guy in charge of lighting "where's the light come from?" and he said, "same place as the music." which. when you think about it. it's like, heyy, music's TECHNICALLY not there i mean,
"MR. FRODO!"
"I'M HERE, SAM."
"WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU, IT'S THIS DRAMATIC SOUNDTRACK PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND LEMME GO SHUT IT OFF." *moves to radio sitting in the corner of the tower room full of dead orcs in the middle of mordor. turns it off*
so means the lighting's technically not there either but if it's not there then...

ah but bill and dom are the best. when saruman was holding the palantir out dom said, as saruman, "behold, the bowling ball! i won the *insert name of some place* state championships you cannot beat me in bowling!" and pippin described how he accidentally picked up horse shit instead of the palantir out of the water and he was so into it he just handed it to gandalf without realising. and they talked about how frodo can just, swtch off. they then pretended to flick a switch and one of them made a slight snoring sound. "he's like c3po you know, you just turn him off." and when legolas was sliding down the mumakil's trunk after killing it (like evan and his skate boarding) i think it was dom, he said, "oh look look here he has that LOOK. that sexy look when he;s just spotted a girl he likes OH LOOK THERE" as orlando tilts his head to one side. "AHHHhhhh. that one." dom says he's sad that he can't do that sexy crying.

DOM: "i'm not able to do that kind of sexy crying, where your face doesn't move and the tears run down your face."

he says when he cries his whole face just gravitates towards his nose you know? like, scrunched up. and it DOES. i never noticed it but after he pointed it out i just couldn't stop laughing. and during the drinking game they said gimli could easily be cheating cos he could just let all that beer run down his beard and no one could be able to tell. and john rhys-davies says that people ask all the time about dwarves farting. and he said that, well, actually, dwarves don't fart. elves do, though, all the time. and he gives an incredibly rude demo where he snores and instead of breathing out, farts. mannnn. and pip said that they were gonna go back and see him with the palantir now but instead they showed legolas with his hood and pip said, "oh but we gotta wait for legolas to finish his red riding hood impersonation first." wahahahhahahahaa.

and you know what. four hours of staring at viggo's permanently wet/tight-fitting shirt has led me to confess that despite his filth, he's pretty hot. miranda otto agrees.

handcuffs

2005-06-11T15:45:00.000+08:00

and. the handcuff in lost. when i first saw them i was, oh, sex toy? too much bree and rex, i tell you. then i saw the guy's face and i was like, "c'mon mann. so someone on the plane was a little kinky. so?" but well. i soon got with the programme.

yes. mark hamill plays joker/jordan price/jack napier. gosh. wonder how anyone could make their voice like that. heck, it's like luke going over to the dark and loony side! and i think i know now. dear lex plays one of the baddies, the long-haired scary one with the pumpkin. stewart carter winthrop III? sheesh. is though. and melissa joan hart plays dee dee? cute.

my precioussss

2005-06-11T14:39:00.000+08:00

MUHAHHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!!!! *cackles* i HAVE IT!!!!!! it is MINE!!!!!! AT LAST!!!!!!! my PRECIOUSSSSSSS!!!!!!! *plants kisses all over precious* THE ROTK EX ED DVD!!!!!!!!!!!! it's. so. beautiful. i should take up more jobs and suffer under more little kids more often mannn. then my mom will buy me more things! :D:D like. like. pretty things!!!!

yesterday went parkway with mom. came across book in mph on vamps called "love in vein: vampire erotica" or something like that. was all O.o. but yes. i checked out the bloodline bloodtrail whatever series by some tanya sth and. well. MAN why do they THINK of these things. it's so. sexual. like. vamp (henry) licks the inside of her wrist and she. well. it's basically like having sex but instead of the guy __________*fill in the blanks yourself*___________ he bites her wrist and sucks her blood. *shudders* found return of the bunny suicides. so horribly morbid and sadistic. but cute. there was a gollum one, where the bunny tied two ropes around it's neck, one connected to a stake at the foot of a small hill and the other tied to gollum. the ring was on the top of the hill. so. gollum was climbing and the poor bunny was just having it's neck stretched. mhm. or the other one where it ordered OOTP online and waited under the mail slot in the door for it to arrive. it did, hitting poor bunny on the head and killing it.

yes. hmm. bought pants at u2. pretty. almost got the white pair cos of the pretty purple sash but decided not to. got black top too. wheeeeeee!!! and cos of numerous discounts, my top, my mom's top and my pants amounted to less than the original price of the pants alone! i love sales. i love amex. i mean they're the ones that got me my starwars III soundtrack. them and singtel. WOOT. then. GOT PRETTY SHOES!!!!! :D:D:D decided pretty wedges were too damn high. one speech day is enough, thank you. three hours straight of standing in killer heels is no joke. plus climbing up and down that teeny tiny platform? *shudders* had coffee. spent wonderful afternoon with mom. :D plus of COURSE i got my precious. oh yes. and slippers to replace the ones my dog helpfully chewed up. wunnerful. i just love running around charles and keith barefoot and trying on all those pretty shoes. :D:D

XMEN!!!!! SCOTT!!!!! dear dear scott. *love*

lost. was. nail-biting. i mean. seriously by the time they got to the part when that bimbo was decoding the french woman's message my index finger was in terrible danger of being severed by my teeth. but oh DOM! an addict? and IAN. you useless lifeguard you. stupid to boot. he went and found what, 6 different pens? then asked which one was better? geez. oh JACK. when he turned around and said his name i started hyperventilating, my conveniently over-imaginative mind immediately screaming LOTF over and over again. and that poor poor korean woman. WOMAN'S RIGHTS MANNN. ABUSE. mmm. but jack? he's getting annoying. like GEEZ you know EVERYTHING mann can there be ONE THING you CAN'T DO?? over-active hero complex. kate. kate kate kate. what can i say about kate. she and jack are gonna be great mann. just GREAT.

LEX. oh LEX. and WHO GOT LIONEL OUT?? oh gahhh clark grab lana and kiss her already. then tell her you're an alien. "do you really think i'm so shallow?" and OH the HINTS. it's getting tell-me-the-truth-clark lana and i-can't-i-just-can't clark all over again. cept this time it's chloe.

and. after watching that batman show, all i've discovered is michael rosenbaum's name in the opening credits and MARK HAMILL??? am i wrong, or is he luke? and i STILL have NO CLUE who lex plays. gahh.

OH. OH. watched a drew carey epi the other day. and. there was a little kid in it. with a sister. and i was going all, "c'mon he just scared you kids into thinking lice eat up your organs, scratch you head with a little more passion here!" then. i realised that little boy looked really familiar. and then. it hit me. "ANDREWW???" i said to no one in particular. then i waited til the credits. and yes.

MARK FOSTER - SHAWN PYFROM

i was all O.o. how many YEARS AGO WAS THIS??? checked. 1998. when he was like, 12. whoa. just one epi, though.

after by francine prose is freakyyy. then again maybe it's just me and the fact that they're taling about schools here. i don't do well with conspiracy theories. they give me the creeps. like lost, you know? you can't escape. no one knows. you can't escape and no one will help you. plus the teachers go ballistic. or start acting like, like, LUCIFER. *shudders* i told my mom it'd be great fun if she went to see her and said, "uhh. 'luke-kill yahp'?" ANYHOO. YEAH. like. EVIL TEACHERS TAKING OVER THE WORLD. making people conform and comply to stupid rules (sound familiar?) what with lucifer's obssession with making sure we "don't break school rules, especially pertaining to attire because it is the school *pause* uniform *pause*, right? you are wearing the school *pause* uniform *pause*, right? when people look at you they say, look at that RGS girl because why? you are wearning your school *pause* uniform *geez man what is WITH the unnecessary pauses?* right?" i mean, after would freak you out too. *shudders* when i moan about how terrifying this much control in a school can be my sis tells me to shut up. as usual.

crank by ellen hopkins seems. promising. it's all poems. but nice. like. they play with format and everything, putting certain words on the right, so that they can be read as a poem on it's own, or to show that that's the dad talking and this is katrina/bree. BREE AGAIN. what is WITH that name. maybe i'll put confirmation name as bree, eh? wahahahahhaahhahahahahaa. i realised that the word "crank" on the cover page is written in powder. like. white powder pinched into the letters on a black background. like. drugs. like. CHARLIE. gahhh.

hey but you know. that bimbo woman? whatever her name is? she's like. ralph. when he first gets to the island. like. "my dad will come in his submarine and save us all before you can say 'panic'! ho ho ho." mmm. i'd probably be panicking. like. smallville worst nightmare kinda panic. like trapped with no way out kinda panic. geez i'd have tons of nervous energy i'd be babbling away or jumping up and down or tapping my foot uncontrollably.

and now aunt asks if i wanna go hike on bukit timah (and get lost for four days. i'd have just collapsed screaming, by the way. i don't know how kate can just count to 5, boogeyman-esque, and carry on.) with some day care kids on mon. *shudders* i called my cousin to ask for more details and my cousin said, "is there money involved?" and i said, "umm. it's your mom we're talkin about." "OHHHHHHHH... that. then no. no money." sigh.

i still need to go out. i hear dangly earring calling my name.

cobwebs

2005-06-09T15:30:00.000+08:00

finished cobwebs! good book. got that little bit of magic in it in the sense that hey, it's can't be normal for someone to be able to turn into a spider, right? but it's not that... outright. i mean, the way it's written, it's like a poem. rather than just telling the story, the author writes as if whatever pops into her mind at that very moment just goes on paper. nothing comes out straightforward, leaves you guessing, thinking. not the kind of book you can just skim through because like that you can't understand it. karen romano young. go look for it.

mmm. am bored, but worried. damn i hate this feeling. i need to go out and spend money!!! XP

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! *hyperventilates* SCOTT!!!!!!!! *loves today's episode. loves scott*

lost.

creed

2005-06-08T20:27:00.000+08:00

borrowed from aunt. not bad.

Scott: Logan, have you ever...you know...really cared for someone? I mean, you felt it so strong you couldn't even get the words out?
Logan: Yeah, once. Most beautiful bike I ever saw. I was so speechless someone else bought her.
Scott: The problem is, how's the guy supposed to know if the girl feels the same way?
Logan: Look, here's how I see it. I'd like to finish this job before New Year's, so if you don't tell her...I will!

SO SWEET!!!!! i like the bike part. BLIND ALLEY. SEASON 3. WOOT. YOU GO, KIDS CENTRAL.

cartoon network has BETRAYED me. grrr. they started out all fine and dandy, season 1, epi onn etc etc. and THEN. and THEN. it reached mindbender, skipping a few inbetween. and THEN. IT WENT BACK TO SEASON 1 EPI ONE. gahhhhh. not that it's a bad epi, despite the overdoing of the hand actions cos they had SCOTT and the accident with his shades flying off and him blasting the bleachers and a propane tank. :D:D and jean called dunc "baby". *pukes* but oh i MISS season 3!!!!!!!!

SHITTT. we are halfway through the second week of the hols. SECOND. WHAT HAPPENED TO CHI??? WHAT HAPPENED TO MY GRAND PLAN TO DO RS????? but. at least i've accomplished something. I FINISHED MATH. WOOT. was damn hard to staple cos there were so many pages.

csi on axn: 14 year old kid matt kills younger brother ty.

MATTHEW HAWKINS: Dad ...
MARTIN HAWKINS: Why? Damn it. (Matthew starts crying.) Ty looked up to you. He ... he loved you. [you were my brother! i loved you! XP]
MATTHEW HAWKINS: (angry) He told. He told everyone!
MARTIN HAWKINS: That you wet the bed?
(Matthew stands up and screams.)
MATTHEW HAWKINS: Shut up!
(Martin stares at his son. Matthew sits back down in his chair and starts crying.)
MATTHEW HAWKINS: Dad ... I'm sorry. I ...

geez. you bash your brother's head in with a pipe while he's sleeping just cos he told the world you peed in your pants? oh well actually for a 14 year old kid it's pretty embarrassing but kill? bash in with a pipe? detective calvaliere had interrogated the boy and got a signed confession almost immediately, with no evidence to back up the case. he was really pushing the boy, getting in his face and being, basically, a pain in the ass. nick was annoyed at cavaliere's attitude and told him so but cavaliere got really pissed off instead. in the end, when the boy was finally found guilty, motive all uncovered (i.e. just after the scene above), the detective was all smart-ass about it.

DET. CHRIS CAVALIERE: Hey. (Nick turns and looks at him.) You owe me an apology.
(Det. Cavaliere looks at him expectantly. Nick nods a little.)
NICK: I'm sorry ...
(Nick turns away.)
NICK: ... that you feel that way.
(Nick turns and leaves.)

WAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA!!! GO NICK.

went out with aunt and sis and cousins today. watched madagascar. was okay. funny to an extent. but. was focussing more on the lotf-ness of the movie. like. like. the lion turned SAVAGE mann!!!! like. on the ISLAND. without humans. without like, adult authority figures. the animals all relied on the humans to save them, the humans to solve all their problems i.e. how ralph thinks that his dad will rescue them and how piggy keeps saying "what will the grownups think!" AND. there was a DEAD PARACHUTIST FOR CRYING OUT LOUD. THE ONLY HUMAN THERE aka the only symbol given to them from the adult world you KNOW what i MEAN. it's so darn lotf-ish!!! and AMERICAN BEAUTY. the lion was having a dream. about steak. cos he really wanted steak. and. in his dream he was lying down with red steak falling around him from a red steak ceiling like the rose petals in american beauty!!!!!!!!! with the same music!!!!! went all hyper. :D:D and i SWEAR. BROWNIE'S HONOUR, that there was this little bit where the lion chased the zebra and they played some news channel song!!!!! before the lion was hit on the head with a coconut!!!!! i shall FIND OUT which one it is. XP

and. glory be. and. I RENTED A BOOK. WOOT. FOUND PAWN OF PROPHECY. WOOT.

went library on tuesday. and to my utter horror and disgust the library had not a single david eddings, neil gaiman OR louis sachar!!!!!!! which is damn sad! i walked up and down the entire library. not a single one. i would stare at all the books and smile disbelievingly and say, "this is damn sad" to no one in particular. so my grand plan to borrow the belgariad series is FOILED. but. you see, whenever i go to borders or kino i will scope out the books there and after a while of semi-frequent visiting, you get the same books over and over again. and there are always a few books that i am tempted to buy but think it not worth the money. so. i borrowed four of these on tues. cobwebs, by someone i can't remember, the she, by carol plum-ucci (she wrote what happened to lani garver, by the way), crank, by someone i don't remember BUT it's told in poem form which should be interesting and after, by sth prose. mmm.

AND. i had a weird dream last night that i remember more clearly than any other dream i've had recently. a little bit that's not connected to anything else is me in bed, having my blanket pulled out from under me (however did it get there?) and also a charred melted gun from tuesday's csi but the thing is, i was asleep, yet i could see it happen. hmm. OH. in my dream, my mom found this ancient copy of pawn of prophecy for me!!!! i actually saw and read the title, kayyyyy. the cover was nothing like the real thing but who cares! the book was in such bad condition that you could squish it flat by pushing the binding to one side. but mommy repaired it for me!!! :D:D:D sigh. and my prophesying dream came true cos i DID get pawn of prophecy. :D and. and. there was a bit of what my subconscious mind called kite-sailing (alex rider inspired) and sith-ness and fire and harry potter. like. burning in hogwarts. and. running. and flitwick being actually some evil guy. and. after the fire, flitwick/evil guy/me (O.o) pissed a sort of "anakin" persona off by saying that i was vader, not him and got him to chase ms to some pretty (as in beautiful, not "very") mountainous road where they were having some sort of f1 racing going on but i crossed the road anyway, despite the speeding cars. (and today i tried to cross the road in front of a car but my aunt wouldn't let me. O.o) and "ani" followed and we ended up by the other side of the road, a nice grassy patch with trees and everything. there was a long (and i mean LONG) bench by the road. voldy was there, along with some evil woman and that weird evil sith woman that ani killed in clone wars. you know. that one on the planet where he chased her alone with some troopers for backup but they were all killed by "invisible" forces aka that woman using her powers etc etc. and now i was "ani" instead of the flitwick guy, who went and sat next to tall evil woman. so from left to right it'd be voldy, tall evil woman, flitwick, sith evil woman then me. and they were discussing how to hide/conceal/protect/cushion the 3rd degree burns they all seemed to have received. it was a, "nice weather we're having" kinda convo. as if they weren't evil villains but ordinary folk having a chat. i was kinda lost. we all appeared to be wearing some strange sort of red/black cloaks with hoods. we all had the hoods up. and. the f1 racing (all the cars looked exactly the same. sky blue.) had stopped and a wizard family was coming down the road. i musta said sth about being worried that they'll see us but voldy nonchantly said that we'll just disguise ourselves so we did. we just, changed our facial appearances. i somehow did too, apparently. then we sat back down to discuss matters of world domination when traffic had resumed on the road so we got up, turned our backs to the road and left, meaning to meet elsewhere but before we could properly leave or decide on a venue, voldy said something cryptic and it was a "CUT TO:" kinda thing so we CUT TO potter in his dorm, nothing like the real one. and i was potter, in a way. and i was talking to the flitwick replacement. a little weasely looking guy. unpleasant. he slept on a tiny mattress in the dorm. and. we were discussing stuff and the replacement said sth about potter and granger and weasley being sth, i forget what, and i said, "so you think i'm a _____(whatever that word was)?" and in saying that i revealed to him that i was potter and i knew that he didn't know i was potter. but before anything else could happen the phone rang and i woke up. it was weird.

LOST.

*feels glee over books. tries not to worry about homework. mmm. deep breath*

i'm not here

2005-06-06T15:30:00.000+08:00

if anyone asks, i wasn't here.

my mom likes to lock up the study room door (aka the door that leads to the computer) and hide the key somewhere in her room. if she's in a good mood and we ask nicely, she tells us the location of the key and we get to use the computer. for example: "mom, can i use the computer, i have to... uhh... do rs." or "mom i've finished all my homework, can i use the computer?" are the two accepted reasons. "mom i wanna use the com to indulge in my not-so-wholesome habit of reading fanfiction, may i?" is not.

so. after a while i realised that my mom can't really be bothered to think up too many new hiding places. so this morning, like many other mornings/afternoons, i went into my mom's room, patted down every piece of cloth in her cupboards and found the key. and so here i am. wonderful, innit.

I SHALL TAKE THE BUS TO THE LIBRARY TOMORROW. I FINALLY FOUND OUT HOW. WOOT. :D:D after walking around mph yesterday i realised that i need to read david eddings. yep. like how i used to borrow geri's. by the way geri how did you come across eddings? you don't seem the type. hm. ANYHOO. YES. i NEED to read some lotr-esque sci-fi with the arends and umm. that guy who uses "thy" instead of "your". and how belgarion had tried to lift a boulder but forgot about the equal and opposite reaction - therefore getting himself buried up to his chin in the grass. :D:D

watched csi again yesterday!!!! greg!!! and surprisingly, sophia was nowhere in sight. XP

yes. it has been decided. while kellynn is spoilerwhore of the year, i hate spoilers. while i read nothing but slash, kell is damn pro-het. mm. hard to have a conversation like that, no?

RS. i am fretting. plus that one math question i cannot do AND MY DAD IS IN QATAR = I CAN'T ASK HIM TIL SUNDAY. grr.

see, the thing is, rs reflections are damn easy, therefore (attempted to draw three dots thing before realising this is not a piece of paper and i am not typing with a pen.) i am doing them now but the thing that really needs doing is lit review and without someone like deb tan to be our slavedriver (choleric. wahahahahahhahahahahahahaa.) i will procrastinate to no end!!!!

QING. SARAH. CHINESE. oh this was a bad idea. three people who are damn lousy at chinese doing a chi proj together? biiiiiiiiiigggg mistake. ah WELL.

when we were saints by han nolan is an unbelieveable book. i mean. speaking from a vaguely catholic point of view it's impossible to be like clare, "loving" everything and putting so much damn faith in god and giving up EVERYTHING aka clothes (cept that one outfit you're gonna wear for the rest of your life), music, food (cept beans and rice and such. no meat) EVERYTHING. it's hard. i mean. what if i were to try it? O.o let's say (for the sake of this totally hypothetical question) i manage to give up everything, my studies, my com *sniff* my books, good food, and just pray the same prayer three thousand times and reflect on the meaning of the words "be still and know that i am god" over and over. what would happen to me? i mean i'd be a) poor; b) starved to death and c) locked away in a mental hospital. it's so unfeasible. if i lived in the middle ages, where living is more of a matter of avoiding the black plague and begging is so much more common then well, yeah, it sounds more likely. one more loony to wander the streets prophesying about god wouldn't hurt. but now? i mean, seriously. i dunno man. it's wayyy to hard.

but now, the big question is: WILL I BE ABLE TO SURVIVE THE REST OF THE HOLIDAYS NOT READING FANFIC? yes. i think. i mean, i managed lent. it's not so much of an impulse thing. i've sorta thought about it a little, every now and then, when i realise that two hours have gone past and i'm still reading chapter three. i mean,WHOA look at where all my time went? and besides, i've been meaning to read up on fingerprints (too much csi) for AGES. not to mention learn many many songs or BUY SCORES or LIFT THEM OFF THE NET or JUST PLAY SOME CRAP AND HOPE IT SOUNDS LIKE THE ORIGINAL. yeahh. lemme list the books lying in my cupboard:
- harry potter and the order of the phoenix - to read before 16 july. or before i read the 6th book
- eragon by christopher paolini - just to look at. :D and read before elder comes out. which is increasingly seeming like NEVER.
- lotr and the hobbit. just to look at. mhm. read? when i have seriously nothing else to do.
- unfinished tales... remains unfinished. still with the bookmark in it. XP
- GOOD OMENS. WOOT. TERRY PRATCHETT AND NEIL GAIMAN. BOOK OF THE YEAR MANNN. to convince mom to read. after all, it's so nice and bendy, mom couldn't POSSIBLY destroy it by opening it a foot wider than actually necessary. lighthearted comedy
- soul music by terry pratchett. gahh had to buy a book (dad said i could get two, heaven knows why) during kino sale. :D unread. lighthearted comedy
- ark angel by anthony horowitz. NO ONE READS ALEX RIDER. *is sad* it like, fulfills that little part in me that enjoys a good action flick. (like bond) also bought during kino sale. it was the other book. too good to be true action
- angels and demons. bought long ago during sale at borders. DAMN i'm a sucker for book sales. STILL unread. parents STILL don't know that i own it. whoowheee. mystery religion questioning sort
- lucas by KEVIN brooks. i realised that terry and bruce brooks are also authors, the latter having written MIDNIGHT HOUR ENCORES (a good book). but lucas is good. mm.
- kissing the rain by kevin brooks. just happened to be at kino, so... :D unread. meditative "psychologically complex" sort.
- a crack in the line by some unknown person not worth naming. nice, in a sense, you know, the "what if" kinda thing, like, when every big choice leads to the creation of a whole new alternate universe just so that you that chose the alternative choice can survive. okay, but waste of money.
- the amulet of sarmakand by jonathan stroud. mm. promising, considering the increasing popularity (judging by how i see it everywhere). unread. mmm. will consider buying golem's eye after read.
- the sillymarillion. one of the most ridiculous books of the year. :D
- the silmarillion. the original. nice. more entertaining than unfinished, anyway.
- belgarath the sorceror by david+leigh eddings. mm. well. due to the aforementioned urge to read eddings again (aided by the fact that mph was having at 20% discount XP) i HAD to get it. the vampire-ish weird mystery-crime things looked interesting, but, well, not "mom-approved". SO. unread, but GOOD. sci-fi fantasy thing

what's the diff between sci-fi and fantasy anyway? hmm. fantasy (noun): fiction characterized by highly fanciful or supernatural elements. but edding was put under sci-fi, but i don't think it's sci-fi. hmm.

bruce brooks is pretty good. i remember borrowing a book from the library when i wasn't allowed to and reading it hidden by my bed, and stuffing it into the drawer when my mom came in. it was called midnight hour encores, and when i read the last page again at mph yesterday, i felt the same kind of sadness as when i first read it. it's GOOD. :D:D along with other bruce brooks stuff. and WALTER DEAN MYERS. yes. also good. shooter is good.

gahh. gotta go WALK MY DOG. for an HOUR.

oh crap

2005-06-05T23:02:00.000+08:00

WARNING. UMM. IN CASE YOU HADN'T ALREADY REALISED, i am rather a fan of slash and whatever follows is an account concerning slash, my mom and me. inclusive of little description of the fic i happened to be reading. SO. if you are majorly anti-slash, back away calmly. if you do not wish to know about this part of my life, click on some link over there of your left *waves vaguely*. if you don't mind, or are simply too damn bored to care, go on. if you realise you need a definition (aka, "what is slash?") this is not something you should be reading. go. shoo. don't start. it's like a drug, mann.

damn. mom came in just as i was reading a legolas/aragorn (thanks a LOT, kellynn) and it was, well, a bit on the extreme side of "inappropriate" and honestly speaking a tad too graphic for my liking. so. tried to distract her, as usual, but this time she was BENT on reading what i was reading. so. scrolled down a little, hoping that aragorn would curb his impulses for a minute or two and let our dear elf rest, but unfortunately, being on a balcony looking at, as legolas put it, "grief and destruction" made aragorn really horny cos he wouldn't cut it out. so. kinda ended up scrolling quite abit, much to mom's chagrin until they finally cut it out. but mom insisted on scrolling up a

DAMN mom came in and INSISTED on reading this but i wouldn't let her (well duhhh) and now she thinks i'm insulting her behind her back and probably will never let me within three feet of a com again. whee.

bit so i DID and PRAYED that they were just...kissing... or something mild. didn't dare to look. mom got all pensive. the way she looked when she was watching catwoman. then she started asking me questions. hoo boy. if i thought i hated interviews, it's "mom's 20 questions" that really kill. like, "why are you reading this?" (umm, cos i like reading slash? it's... nice?) "is it beneficial?" (well duh no. i mean, it's like reading a story right?) i came up with some shit about liking to imagine missing scenes and all that crap and how i like to read about what others make of missing scenes and my mom insists that the original book is the best, why on earth do you want to read this nonsense? who writes this? (umm. me. XP) "plenty of other people, look" and i show her that oeam is a webbie dedicated to this stuff. and she says that i spend too much time on it (true) and that it's uncontrollable (not so true) that i do this before work (umm. sometimes) and that i read instead of doing other constructive things like work, or sleep (well. sometimes. heck if i'm hooked to a story then yeah, most of the time) and that books are good, cos they're well, good, but this nonsense is just a waste of time. "i thought you were more sensible than that," says mom. well. i should have been reading that pathetic blind-draco-with-only-one-pathetic-kiss one. i mean, talk about MILD. it's just, grieving draco and nice harry. but surprisingly, either she didn't understand the fact that legolas and aragorn were getting it on with their clothes off on a balcony in gondor, or she doesn't mind me reading slash. O.o she doesn't seem to mind me reading about gay people. geez. i mean, that was my number one fear. maybe she'd do a bree and think i'm gay and send me to some camp.

but GEEZ do i HAVE to try and explain it? cos i really can't. i mean, what keeps thousands, no, millions of people hooked on these things? i mean, look at the yahoogroup i joined! 2000++ members and 30++ join each week! and that's just ONE. how can i explain why i like this? how can i explain why scores of other people indulge in it too? i mean, it's like, a natural phenomena. people reading slash is like a dog having a poop. i mean, it happens so much you don't think it's odd anymore. like, that chinese cheng yu thing about some jian4 sth guan4 sth or whatever.

gahhhhh. all i know is, i can almost bet my ff days are over. in fact, any chance of me actually TOUCHING a com without my mom watching everything i'm doing is non-existent. i will be like one of those teens hooked on the com and tv and music and smsing. to be suddenly deprived of a huge part of my life is... is... DEVASTATION. i'll be lying dead in my bed on blood-soaked sheets with a knife loosely-held in my right hand, left wrist scarred with hesitation marks and all. cod: computer-deprivation. AAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH. i watch way too much csi. but. but. it's highly possible, man. if. if. my mom really kept tabs on every single site i went to. *shudders*. oh GOD. just as i was thinking of checking out lex and somebody. i dunno, lex/lana? then again, given my *mumbles incoherently* i'll probably go for a lex/some male lead character. BUT. BUT NOW. damn. damn damn damn. and the thing is, i can't even tell if my mom is mad or not. she was so... calm. like, HELLO???? your daughter is reading the closest thing to gay porn here and you can still lecture her in that (rarely-occurent) calm tone of voice? like, what the hell??

oh my life is RUINED. (is reminded of c3po, the brit sissy drama queen with the funny walk who has GOT to be gay)

greg is still cute though. :D:D my sole consolation.

maybe i should, you know, give away all my possessions, wear one outift for the rest of my life, eat only rice and beans and pray the same prayer 3000 times a day, every day. then i'll become all saintly, like that book i'm reading.

sigh.

mom is telling me to shut down. mmm. oh glory be.

i've finally regained the feeling in my back, thanks for asking

2005-06-01T22:08:00.000+08:00

greg is so funny. sara and grissom nearly KILLED him okayy... like. squished him and considered seeing if he would blanch just like the victim and while they were happily considering that thought, greg was waving frantically from under the 280 pound dummy, trying really hard to breathe and call for help at the same time. he managed a strained, "hey, a little help here?" which grissom heard and raised the dummy off him as if it was an afterthought, and not something really important. then later greg was flipping through a mag and grissom came in. greg said, "i've finally regained the feeling in my spine, thanks for asking." WAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA. and. and. there was evidence of sex at the crime scene, so greg said, "right. so we wanna know who came, and went." and grissom did his eyebrow thing. WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAA.

csi:ny is kinda cheesy. what with the horse and all that crap. i mean, come ON they want the horse alive just cos the poor family will be devastated? i'm SURE you can come up with a better excuse to delay the case and make stella blow up. sheesh. oh but i still kinda like danny. i have something for guys in specs. mann. i'm even vaguely interested in that guy lying on the floor in the ads for messiah part three.

csi was nice. and sad. i mean, the woman would rather go to jail for murder than admit that her weight had killed a guy and face the embarrassment.

OOH. kids central xmen is 2 epis faster than cartoon network. :D:D today's kids central xmen was WONDERFULLL. forgot to check out the title though (after joyride) but OH the OUTFITS. lance is DAMN COOL. and KURT and AMANDA. *faints* they're just so adorable. and amanda likes him even though she knows he's blue and fuzzy. awwwwwwwww. and taryn jean and rogue ALL want scott. who was so hot when he shot that creature thing. mmmm. i rewound and played it what, 6 times? in succession. :D can't wait for BLIND ALLEY. what with the cheesy "oh, so it's the girlfriend to the rescue" thing. :D:D WHEEEEEEEEEEEE.

i am TWO HUNDRED BUCKS RICHER. WOOT. TCC COFFEE IS GOOD. butter rum raisin thingy. yep. read first for FREE in tcc. saved myself $4.50. this issue ain't that great anyway. first has cute thing about orli that is so totally true. he played a blond, androgynous elf prince who shoots arrows in lotr, a sissy prince guy who shoots achilles in troy. he was companion to a long-haired, sword-wielding guy in poc (non other than our dear johnny depp) and companion yet again to another long-haired, sword-wielding (and smelly) guy in lotr (aka dear aragorn). he slept with the king's wife in troy (helen) and with the king's wife in koh (eva green). he was a blacksmith turned pirate in poc, a blacksmith turned crusader in koh. talk about cliche.

*imagines self running around orchard spending my two hundred bucks*

wore dangly earrings today. caused severe trauma to the left ear. have decided i will buy one of those simple thread through dangly types from 77th or sth. i KNOW how i'm gonna wear it. when i get another hole, of course. XP ARUNA. WHEN ARE WE GOING OUT?

oh oh OH. LOST. i love the ad with leaving on a jet plane, it's so sinisterly appropriate. i have figured out how to play it on the piano. :D:D i shall get an andrew llyod webber piano book thing to PLAY. i have been inspired by harp woman. yes. harps are pretty. mm. definitely on my "learn to play" list. right next to guitar, drums and violin.

OOH. my POT. shall ask godma about it. :D:D

the day before the last day

2005-05-31T20:15:00.000+08:00

WOOT. LAST DAY TOMR. FREE FOOD!!!

today. kids from overseas family school came. i realised that no matter what country they came from (i think one or two were thai or something) they STILL spoke english with an american accent. and i tend to get influenced easily by accents so when one kid asked me a question i replied with a faux american accent too, and not on purpose. but OH the EYES!!!!!! one kid was asking me questions, and all i did was stare into his eyes. i mean, most people look away when they're saying stuff but this kid (being what, 6?) just stared right at me. and i really really looked right into his eyes and tried to memorise the colour cos it was so pretty!!!! GREY!!!!!!! :D:D caucasians really have it lucky. imagine seeing this sort of beauty *thinks american beauty aka RICKY* every single day. *sighs*

was really stoned after today. went back specialist center, said hi to godma, went through john little's to use the escalator, nearly tripped on a little boy who walked straight into me, and finally made it in one piece to the traffic light. had weird idea of buying dangly earrings but it was that sort of tentative plan that isn't really concrete but i'll probably end up doing anyway. i vocalise these plans with people like sarah, cos i need people like sarah to make these really tough decisions for me. THEN. (and this was all in a rather "say wot?", not fully conscious state of mind) i walked over to the guy selling mags outside somerset mrt but he didn't have first. so i decided (without the usual think-through that i do) to walk to 7-11 to look for it. found it, almost bought it (had only 8 bucks left) but decided jay chou and brad pitt just aren't worth it so walked back towards the traffic light but it was already red and 16 was already past the bus stop so i decided (on a whim) to take mrt to dhoby ghaut. for a moment i considered not doing it but in the end i decided that if i got on a bus i'd probably never get off at plaza sing. if i took mrt and went to far east i'd have to walk for a bus. so. decided to take mrt. marina bay left seconds before i got to the platform but i was too stoned to care. leaned against a wall, slid down, and considered closing my eyes. waited 8 minutes waiting for mrt (did friendship band. white purple black zigzaggy thing). took out artsfest pass (squashed and bent from living in my back pocket) and turned it around so it could get squashed the other way and hopefully become straight again. got on mrt. got off one stop later. walked through dhoby ghaut. while on escalater, entertained the "keep right if overtaking" escalator courtesy thing. followed signs to plaza sing. realised that plaza sing is actually plaza singapura, rather than plaza singapore or something like that. took escalator up. walked around shops looking for pretty earrings. (have just realised that i missed out a nice earring shop. ah well.) future state was too ex. xcessories was too goth/black and 77th street was too boring. finally found some random shop called kathmandu. found pretty silver black dangly earrings for 8 bucks. bought them. now have grand total of 10 cents left. WOOT. WILL WEAR THEM TOMORROW. got on 16. then 10. nearly fell asleep. staggered home. watched xmen. bathed. watched more xmen (operation rebirth - where we find out that logan was a soldier in wwII and he knew captain america and he saved magneto as a little boy. joyride - where the nms trash scott's car, the xvan and the xjet, and blame it on lance, who tried to join the xmen JUST TO BE NEAR KITTY. AWWWWWWWW. and scott was so evil to lance. grr.) ate. am here now. since some random show is taking up csi i shall watch ny. at nine. yay. DANNY. he just reminds me of the guy in dark angel. the one in the wheelchair. he was nice. i think danny's nice too. mm. my sis doesn't like tv/movie/book characters in specs. harry is getting uglier.

HARRY/DRACO!!!!! :D:D

taped dh but MOM IS HOME TODAY. so. shall have to wait til either TOMR *crosses fingers* or THURS. sigh.

can't wait for BLIND ALLEY. POOR POOR SCOTT!!!!!!!!!

mmm. pretty dangly earrings.

oh me back!

2005-05-30T21:10:00.000+08:00

my feet hurt. my knees hurt. my back aches. it's like arthritis cum rheumatism all over the place. ahh. too...much...bending...down...and...helping...little...children...

little kids are CUTE. but the older ones... *shudders* especially BOYS. damn are they destructive. just like kitty said. "what is it with boys and loud noises?" god. seriously. some of them look p6. however, they appear to have the intellect of a 5 year old. i mean SERIOUSLY. some of the five year old kids can make pots better than them! they just happily screw it up while i try not to tear my hair out. instead, i come over and make a "suggestion". e.g. "UM. you don't really wanna pinch it like that, cos the whole thing will look like a flower and collapse later so maybe you wanna let me help you fix that? MOVE." *fixes pot. sighs* "DON'T pinch. SMOOTH it out. with BOTH hands. no no no DON'T PINCH. BOTH HANDS. *reaches over and demonstrates for the thousandth time* like THIS. YES." after a while you just can't be bothered. especially towards the end, when all you wanna do is sit on the stage and let the kids ruin the pots. well. almost all. we keep the nice ones. i repaired a really good one yesterday and today a grand total of three kids tried to tip it over. i managed not to scream but just gently gave them some crap about how it'll break if they touch my precious, while dorothy over there laughs away. grr.

TWO MORE DAYS.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! updates!!!!!! wheeee!!!!!!!!! went all hysterical at the thought. *leaves to read update. come back* that was DAMN SHORT. well. actually it was kinda long but i only read the draco harry parts. sirus remus narcissa and erin can all go rot in hell. all i need to know is what happens to harry and draco!! personally, i prefer draco as the poor tortured soul. sighhh.

wore DANGLY earrings today!!! i love dangly earrings!!! WOOT. even beFORE i pierced my ears. mmm.

SCHOOL HOLS = DOUBLE DOSE OF XMEN. i think kids central is slightly faster. i mean, they're already showing walk on the wild side while cartoon network is stuck with the storm epi i nearly didn't remember. but OH the A(H)NGST!!! well, mild angst anyway. what with scott spending more time with taryn and jean looking on forlornly. but OH. the bit where jean blew up at scott and duncan and snatched scott's car keys and went off. scott was like, "whoa." and dunc said, "glad she took YOUR keys." wahahahahhahahahahahahaa.

shall go READ MORE. yum.

:D

2005-05-27T21:38:00.000+08:00

i made a POT. out of CLAY. and when i make vaguely artistic stuff like that i feel really proud of myself cos compared to all the tiny little kids in my godma's class i am PATHETIC in the creativity department. they can make cats and stuff and i can't even draw one! but. but. my pot did not require any artistic skills at ALL. MUHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. but i got really anal about smoothing it out.

OH. after watching american beauty again today, i have decided that bree = caroline, strange real estate woman.

LOST. IAN SOMERHALDER. DOMINIC MONAGHAN. OMG. JUNE 9TH 10PM.

WES BENTLEY. again with me and the ricky thing. WOOT.

tried a paris/achilles. SO wrong.

and i thought it couldn't get any worse

2005-05-23T21:59:00.000+08:00

i expected action, fighting, space battles and lightsabres. what i didn't expect was a dash of comedy, and more expressionlessness than legolas.

remember how i once said that legolas has a grand total of three facial expressions? the "i am an elf, sue me" look, the "i'm so sad! aragorn just 'took a little tumble off the cliff'!" look and the "beware! i have sharp pointy thingys and i'm not afraid to use them. ph34r m3." look. and how i said that no one could possibly be worse? well i take that back. when the reviews said "wooden acting", i didn't think it was that bad. i expected a rather stiff anakin and that was all. who knew that from the very first moment we see anakin in a fighter plane thingy (i don't know what they're called. so sue me.) to the last moment when he *mumbles a little spoiler incoherently because i have my morals and i hate spoilers, unlike SOME people. coughpointsatkellcoughcough* hayden christensen miraculously manages to maintain not two, not three, but ONE FACIAL EXPRESSION. FROM BEGINNING TO END. THE SAME LOOK. CARVED OUT OF ROCK AND STUCK TO HIS FACE. changes in temperature and pressure even on the volcanic river place (mustafar. at least i know the name of this one) didn't help metamorphose it any. (all the geog in sec 1 comes rushing back, along with adrielyap's "now i want you all to put up your hands, yes, that's right...") i mean, who in the world can manage to say, "you're so beautiful, i love you so much" and "it's not fair!" and "we can rule the empire together" in the SAME TONE OF VOICE??????? the only bit of emotion anakin puts in is when he says *mumbles another little spoiler* right at the end.it's sad really. i feel sad for anakin. and padme.

and the reviews were right again. lucas really sucks at love scenes. like when padme tells anakin sth and says, "i have good news" or something and reveals what it is, ah HECK you all HAVE to know by now so i'll just say it, i.e. "i'm pregnant". i stare and stare at anakin's face and try my BEST to figure out what he could POSSIBLY be feeling at that moment but there's nothing. nada, zip, zero, nothing. then he intones, "that's wonderful" in this monotonous nasal voice that makes me wanna punch him. come ON man your illegal wife is pregnant and you just say, "that's wonderful, (i'm going out to get the groceries now. do you want to join me on this ever so mundane crusade?)" like it happens every day. geez! i mean, not that legolas has any love scenes in the movie (not like i've imagined any, oh no no no, i would NEVER do something like that. never.) but if his illegal wife had said something like that to him he would first employ facial expression V2.1: the shock-that-aragorn-has-fallen-over look. followed by v1.1: gimli-you-crack-me-up look, a variation of the i-am-an-elf look. last but not least, a full-blown v3: i'll-protect-the-baby-and-my-illegal-wife-at-all-costs look. if all else fails, he would use facial expression combination 1: the bambi-mother-just-died eyes with the i-know-how-to-hold-a-bow look. beats anakin any time.

and while the lovers were apprently teasing each other on the balcony, i was squirming in discomfort and thinking of a way to get blanchemalfoy to come do the script cos it was really bad. like my friend so nicely put it: "love? what love?" you couldn't tell. what with the, "you're so beautiful" and the all famous pained-cry - "you're breaking my heart!", the script just oscillates (too much physics i tell you!) from boring to cheesy to corny and back again. oh but i must say, "you were the chosen one!" was done really well. *sends love to ewan mcgregor. thinks of moulin rouge :D:D*

MACE WINDU!!!!!! *sobs* my favourite jedi, next to watching yoda bounce around. and his purple lightsabre!!!!! DEVASTATION!!!!

and i never remembered such funny droids! usually c3po is the center of all comic relief gags but in this one r2 really takes the cake. used to think he was annoying but he actually has a sense of humour! and the ability to defend himself! and how the droid said something about "you're coming with us" and r2 zapped him and the droid went "ow!" and kicked r2. ahahahahhahahaa.

grievous is cool. shoulda seen him in clone wars. like, WHOA. moved damn fast, and like, flipped and climbed and whatever. really really cool. and he had what, three jedi against him? (including shakti. SHE'S SO NICE. and pretty. and good at this whole jedi business) and they were all beaten while shakti was held up elsewhere. then she came all in a hurry to save the chancellor (evil. EVILLLLL. lucifer's best friend.) but was tied up to the celing with weird electrified cords by grievous, who happily took a surprisingly (not) calm palpatine away. then as grievous gets onto his ship windu comes along. grievous uses his four arms (talk about unfair advantage) to grab four of his numerous lightsabres (yes. very unfair) and waves them defiantly in windu's face. all windu does is use the force to crush grievous' chest and he's down and wheezing, lightsabres forgotten. like WOW. talk about easy. my sis said it out loud, "CHEH. now then they do that. why didn't the others think of it?" i thought so too and was about to get annoyed at shakti but she looked so sad and agrieved when windu found her, plus the way she said, "i failed" just broke my heart. how can you be angry at such a pretty alien when it talks like that? XP

ah. but kenobi beating him was way easy. too easy. easy almost to the point that it became slightly boring. i mean, clone wars had put the "fear of grievous" in me. and obi-wan just shoots him? gee. all his i-have-four-arms thing didn't really work too good. oh. and the lizard was a plus point. mm.

oh oh OH. just love the part when anakin marched into the jedi temple with the whole clone army behind him. he looked so wei1 feng1! ahahahahahahahahahaa. and the music, the MUSIC. *kisses soundtrack reverently*

thinks of poor poor younglings. is sad. and devastated.

thinks of RS. breaks down.

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2005-05-19T20:55:00.000+08:00

today. today. today. I SAW THREE PEOPLE DRESSED UP AS JEDI. ROBES FUNNY BOOTS AND ALL. OH. LIGHTSABER-ESQUE THINGS TOO. they were walking away from me so i couldn't see the face. first glance i was like, monks? and THEN. they STOOD UP. and ARRANGED their robes. and. and. that's when i realised they were JEDI. one white the other two in brown and one with a cool hood thing. and a little kid!!!! dunno what he/she was wearing though. but AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! i have never felt such an intense urge to hug a total stranger. and they got up and walked away, looking so fucking COOL. omfg. AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! excuse me for acting like a total nut but it's just so. so. pained-cry worthy. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *sobs. hyperventilates. remembers to breathe* kexin's nick says she doesn't know what's wrong with her. well. i have no idea what's wrong with me. but AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! i still need to hug them. MAN. it's almost like if, if, people walked around dressed as ELVES or something. SAME EFFECT. oh GOD.

damn. *needs to hear you and me* just that ONE LITTLE SECTION. and. california chords are harder than i thought. HMMM. requires more listening. can't find tong hua. AIQING AKA CHANGI AIRPORT you must sing it for me.

GNIA. LET'S CUT SARAH'S HAIR!!!!!!

2005-05-18T23:02:00.000+08:00

SOFIA CURTIS: Well, we know she was drinking, so she was probably peeing.

DAVE HODGES: And unlike some of the men in this lab, whose initials are Greg Sanders, she probably washes her hands. So the baby powder shouldn't even bethere.

hodges SO does not like greg. actually. he doesn't like anybody. but HEY greg washes his HANDS kay.

GREG: I don't know if you know this about me, but I'm a good listener.

like AHHHH. *pained cry* how sweet.

(Greg stands in front of the Bentley, admiring the car. Sara and Sofia walk upbehind him.)

GREG: If you've added up every cent I've made in my entire life, I still wouldn't be able to afford half this car.

(They walk up to the car.)

SARA: Yeah, but why would you want it? The insurance premiums are sky-high. Not to mention theft, scratches.

GREG: It's art. And I'd have every girl in the neighborhood after me.

SOFIA CURTIS: Not when they saw your apartment.

SARA: You've been to Greg's apartment?

SOFIA CURTIS: Who hasn't?

ahahahahahahahahaha!!!! how can anyone NOT LOVE GREG. WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! he dyed his hair back to the blond black thing. MM. and SUPER spiked. WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! *hyperventilates*

GRISSOM: Well, someone once said, "What we are never changes, but who we are... never stops changing."

WISE GRISSOM WORDS. unfortunately, the "someone" is sofia herself!!! poor sara!!!! ahhhhh!!!!

CATHERINE: Why didn't you go the distance? Why didn't you finish him off yourself?

ERIC BROOKS: Because I wanted him to suffer.

CATHERINE: Because he was in love with your father? Or because he wasn't in love with you?

DIRECT QUOTES from the super gay epi. again with the mumblemumblemmmmmpphhhhhhfffttttttmmmmmmmmmffffffmmmmggggg. yep.

lit was quite okay. mhm.

fic writing comp!! ahhhh!!! *is tormented*

*seeks solace in pretty epIII soundtrack.* the check-out guy at borders said, "sountrack?" and i was like, "yeah". thought it was a weird question. thought that maybe he was like making sure that i wanted the soundtrack, and here i am, paying for the sountrack, rather than the vcd or sth i dunno. then he said, "they even have a soundtrack?" i thought THAT was even weirder cos, well, DUH they have a soundtrack. almost every single movie in the world has a marketable sountrack. and i said, "yeah". it then occured to me that the guy seemed rather gay. BUT. again. blame it on the aforementioned mumble. then i left. i mean. seriously. you deal with cds and movies and books in your line of work. don't tell me you've never seen a star wars soundtrack? come to think of it, i never saw another of my epII soundtrack, which my mom had miraculously bought for me when all i had said was, "the soundtrack is so nice!" when now she would never just get me a soundtrack like that. like the way she bought titanic. but yeah. never seen another one with yoda on it. hmm.

i like my sountrack. yay. with the little dvd.

a bad day

2005-05-16T20:17:00.000+08:00

*sniffles. blows nose. sneezes* this is annoying. first i feel hot. so i turn on the fan. then i start to feel cold and sneeze and all so i turn it off, next thing you know, i'm starting to sweat and have to turn it on again. grr.

todayy. felt shitty. went to school. sorta froze to death. didn't really feel cold but wasn't all that toasty either. mm. leaked. felt even shittier. ss. did math. lucifer saw. took math assignment away. was annoyed. zhen was annoyeder. after ss. went to look for her to get paper back. talked about sl with her and joo first. then joo went back and i asked for my math paper.

[lucifer takes out math paper. tries to understand functions (doesn't this sound so ominously like exactly what happened when engyap saw my math during lit? i'm a bad girl.). gave up. mel helpfully adds that the question paper is behind her little stack of paper. lucifer takes it out too. mel decides to be nice.]

mel: i'm sorry. [rather sickeningly, i find. what with the dragging of the "or" and the slight lilt of the "ry", accompanied by an equally stomach-churning "sheepish grin"]

lucifer: you know that this is wrong, right.

mel: ummm. [is reluctant to agree] right.

lucifer: then why do you still do it? i've already told you all many times ["you did?" mel wonders. "tell us what?"]. you cannot tell me that you find class boring. [mel tries not to look blank. mel apparently always looks blank when people are lecturing her. mel finds it especially hard today since a) mel is sick and desperately in need of sleep and b) lucifer is an eyesore. mel would much rather read that weird girl's blog with the bad english over and over again rather than look at lucifer understandingly and remorsefully] i already explained to you all that class is not boring. i myself find it boring because you all do not say anything in class. i know your class is lively. but why is it that in my class you are all so quiet? [mel can think of one very good reason, but mel is a smart girl and keeps her mouth shut.] right? why are you doing maths in a social studies class? you know it is wrong, right? [mel now safely concludes that lucifer's favourite word is "right", right?]

mel: unggghhh. [nods non-committally. at least, i think that's how you spell it]

lucifer: then why you do still do it? there is no grey area [thinks of a jean grey article about scott and logan and "such a Grey area"], right? this is not a grey matter, right? [mel wants to correct her. like what the hell? "grey matter"? but mel is a smart girl and says nothing] then why do you still do it? your classmates are presenting, right?

mel: mmm. [does what she hopes is a fair imitation of a sheepish "i totally agree" laugh. lucifer smiles. an evil smile. but well, being the spawn of satan, what else can one expect?]

lucifer: your classmates are presenting and you are doing other things. [mel believes that til now, she still has no idea what f(x) = 2x-1 means.] this is wrong, right?

mel: mmm. [mel totally agrees again]

here mel must sidetrack a little to inform everyone that PANADOL HOT REMEDY SHIT SUCKS. IT TASTES LIKE MY VOMIT ON A GOOD DAY, AFTER EATING HALF A TON OF LEMONS. ahem. back to my little narrative.

lucifer: then why don't you listen? why don't you ask questions? it's not that i want to ask all these probing questions [mel thinks she tries too hard with little result but mel is a smart girl and says nothing.] but you all are supposed to be asking questions! don't you think what why said was questionable? [mel decides to interrupt]

mel: well. i didn't think there was anything questionable about it. i mean, you know, what with the [mel now calls on extensive sec2 history knowledge] war and the baby boom and all.

lucifer [happily interrupts]: yes but how do you know that it is true?

mel: well, we learnt it in history last year it, um, what's that word again? ties in with what we learnt last year. it makes sense.

lucifer [is determined to prove herself right, as she always thinks she is]: ah but what about the part where they went on to talk about economy and industries and all that? that does not tie in with the theme [apparently it's "education"], right?

mel [did not know the damn theme in the first place. puts two and two together]: ah but you see. umm. i also thought it was about singapore in general, and not just education. and when you came up and told us all about education education education i thought, oh wow, ok, so much info on education but i didn't realise so, you know, all our [non-existent] research included education as well yeah i gotta go change th-

lucifer [is on a roll, not bothering to let mel finish]: but it says here [points to her paper] education, right?

mel [looks. indeed is does.]: but mrs yap you didn't give us the front page. [the first bit of truth in the bullshit i've been feeding her all this while.]

lucifer: i didn't? oh but anyway, i also mentioned it to the class, right?

mel: ehhhhh... [mel was obviously not paying attention. neither was the rest of the group, i might add, cos no one tried to correct me during the discussion]

lucifer: why would i give you all something and not tell you what it is? [mel feels like saying, "and why not? i wouldn't put it past you" but mel is a smart girl and keeps her mouth shut. instead, mel nods]

mel again interrupts to say that she cannot understand how the woman on the advert can drink this damn thing so happily. i mean, she shows instant relief but look at me! the pile of tissue on my table is steadily growing larger. and it still tastes like vomit.

lucifer: so you should know, right? then why are you doing other work in class? is there a reason?

mel [wonders if this is a rhetorical question (like those you ask when you're really pissed and don't expect an answer) or if lucifer wants a decent reply. unfortunately, there is not way for me to justify my actions/misdeed/whatever so i cooked up some crap, which is still based on truth, by the way.]: it was more of a listen, then during a lull i'll do, you know, then listen again...

lucifer: then why didn't you ask questions? why didn't you all ask questions? right?

mel [realises how annoying lucifer's self-righteous smile is and how much she wants to slap it off her face right now.]: well, you know, we're still processing the information-

lucifer [cuts in. again. whoopee]: but you should have been listening, right? why do you need to process?

mel [gets more pissed off]: well we need to process what we just heard, you know, absorb, think about it-

lucifer ["sorry for this interruption, could]: so you absorbed already right? you processed already, right? i mean, maths requires processing and since you can do maths you must have process already, right? then why didn't you ask questions? [thank you that is all."]

mel [thinks about how stupid the thing about "processing maths" is but mel is a smart girl and keeps her mouth shut]: i had no questions to ask.

lucifer: [sighs] the teachers have noticed that you don't pay attention as much when you sit at the back as when you used to when you sat in front. [mel thinks two things, a) what the hell? b) duh. and c) i think it was more zhen's influence. hm. make that three.] do you find that?

mel: you mean me, or the class in general [or in fact, every student in the world in general.]?

lucifer: you.

mel: oh.

lucifer: do you find that? you know? because i just want to find out what you think. is it true?

mel: unnnggghhhhhmmmmmmpphhhh.

lucifer: hah [the "i didn't hear you right sort of "hah"], because all the teachers say that. i just want to know what do you think, right?

mel: unnnggghhhhh.

lucifer: do you find that is true?

mel drinks more vomit.

lucifer: yi zhen as well ah. do you think that if we make you sit in front, you will pay attention more? [another non-committal grunt] because we are not changing seats because we want to but for your own good, right?

mel: uuunnngggghhhh? mmmmpppphhhh.

lucifer [finally gives up. alleluia.]: i don't usually give it back to students but... [hands mel math assignment. if it was harder for mel to photocopy the math and do it again, mel would be more grateful. instead, the whole time, mel was wondering who to borrow a copy from and exactly what the answer for question 1c was (370/99 and 401/99)] what was yizhen doing? [lucifer stares at question paper, that zhen just happened to be writing on to try and figure out question 2.]

mel [gets flustered]: uh, well-

lucifer: was she writing on this? is this yours? why did yizhen have it?

mel: umm. i have no idea. as in. well. she took my paper, maybe to see what i was doing, i don't know. [lucifer points at little circle things zhen drew. mel shrugs] yeah. i have no idea. mm. yeah.

lucifer: don't do this in other lessons ah. you know it is wrong, right?

mel [is just so tired of that phrase]: yeah. okay. thank you mrs yap.

[mel happily goes into class. lucifer walks away. mel walks back to table. makes face at zhen. does math during lit]

mel drains the rest of vomit. feels like vomitting it all out.

sighhh.

kenneth lui is watching ep3 on wed night!!! how adorable is that?? *imagines him doing the fanboy thing*

like foxtrot, you know? where the kid can't take off his vader mask. his brother tries to yank it off. peter says, "the force is strong in you" or some crap like that. his brother only manages to turn it backwards. peter says, "oh MAN now you've turned me to the dark side!" his father tells him how to take it off and peter asks how he knows. the dad reveals that he was a star wars fan back in the 1980s or something. peter gasps. "you were i star wars fan before i was?" the dad calmly drinks coffee and says, "look at your feelings, you know it to be true." and peter was, of course saying, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" ahahhaa.

mom wants me to stay home tomr. GASP. CHOKES. DIES.

gahhh

2005-05-14T20:37:00.000+08:00

*mumbles something intelligible about mmmmmfffhhhmmmpphhfffmmmhhfffpppphhhmmm* ah. much better. i really needed to say that. what with andrew and his more-than-best-friend whatsisname.

got bored. was studying contents of wallet (or lack thereof). took out movie tickets. decided to get my collection out. arranged them according to date and year. AND. AND. i realised that i watched poa THREE TIMES. un-buh-lievable. once june 8th, then june 9th, then june 15th!! the first time was with my friend, the second time with my aunt, but the third? had no idea i watched it more than twice. hmm. ANYHOO. point two: average no. of movies per year = 12. movies this year as of today = 10. whOA. i watched four of those with YOU sarah. which is not a bad thing. :D ahahahahhahahahahahhaa. mmmm. needs. more. movies. OH. OH. and. i watched harrypotter1 on nov 27 2001, hp2 on nov 27 2002, and some other movie nov 27 2003! :D:D and my poor spidey2 ticket completely faded. almost, anyway. could still tell it was spidey but other than that... ah well. *needs csi-esque equipment*

epIII, alot like love, mr and mrs smith, MAYBE war of the worlds, charlie?, umm, *runs through newsweek article in my head* nothing else that i know of...

i know how to make print powder now!!! whee!!! ahahahahhaa. one day. i shall get down to actually lifting a print!!! like the time i said i would make a cross-stichy thing with my name on it but haven't done so yet. watched csi. was so shocked when grissom mentioned gay. wondered if they'd cut any scenes with the flashback, when like, leland had his hand all over ross' face. *shudders* and THEN. catherine makes it worse by when she interrogates the suspect, ross' roommate, eric, who is also leland's son. mind you they're both college students and leland is middle aged, like, 40 or something?

in the interrogation room
catherine: so. you killed ross because he was in love with your dad...
[eric looks away, angry]
catherine: ...or because he wasn't in love with you.
[eric looks at her, sad-ish]

i spent the rest of the epi writhing around on the sofa going "they're all gay" over and over again. and everyone thought catherine was grissom's wife! how cute. they COULD look like some couple that got married what, 10 years ago? but oh grissom and sara is, well, weird. i mean, he's nice and all but, well, he's old. and sara is what, late 20s, early 30s? it'll be like ashton kutcher and demi moore! waitaminute. more like. umm. whatshername. *thinks* that ally mcbeal woman. OH calista flockhart and OHMYGOD i forgot his name. damn i'm a sad case.

minority report!! what's that movie with brad pitt and some woman?? shall i search now, or forget about it and wait for it to come out on ch5?? ah well.

yeahh... lucille yap hates me. damn. the first teacher to truly hate me. or even vaguely dislike me. i started off being vaguely suck-up-ish but eventually i gave it up for zhen-inspired outright protest. arghhhh. eng yap ain't so badd. lucille just makes me want to keel over and die.

i realise that my sis's friends no longer say, "hello deborah?" when they call. now they're nice and polite. i think it's cos the other day my sis's friend called and i picked up the phone and when my sis was talking to her friend i walked past saying, "wah lao deborah, your friends are all damn rude!" overly loudly.

i am really warming up to the aziraphale/crowley thing. hmm.

OH. told kennethtan that i am withdrawing from osl so i can do ymcmd. sighh. was one of the hardest things i have ever had to say to anyone. despite half of my mind trying to make me say something else (let's call this A, the half that avoids), the other half (and this is B, the half that says, "DAMN YOU MELISSA JUST TELL HIM ALREADY. YOU'VE MADE UP YOUR MIND, HAVEN'T YOU?") made me keep going (damn am i schizophrenic?) and get to the point so the whole conversation with him outside the pe dept was one big prance about the bush. eventually, i said it. and he was nice about it, told me he was glad i came to talk to him. which is good. made me feel better. :D but half A refused to give up and just admit that B had won so made me offer to do local service learning. MAN. that sounds so aziraphale crowley. like, how they argue over stuff and aziraphale is alway trying to persuade crowley to do the right thing while crowley is trying to make aziraphale realise that this is the twenty-first century, not 1859.

classes are getting boringer. i really need the hols.

ppffffttt

2005-05-08T14:53:00.000+08:00

""Bugger!' he said. It was the first time he'd sworn in more than four thousand years... Aziraphale looked down at his feet, and swore for the second time in five minutes. He'd stepped into the circle.

'Oh fuck," he said."

"Many people, meeting Aziraphale for the first time, formed three impressions: that he was English, that he was intelligent, and that he was gayer than a tree full of monkeys on nitrous oxide. Two of these were wrong; Heaven is not in England, whatever certain poets might have thought, and angels are sexless unless they realy want to make an effort."

"Look at Crowley, doing 110mph on the M40 heading towards Oxfordshire. Even the most resolutely casual observer would notice a number of strange things about him. The clenched teeth, for example, or the dull red glow coming from behind his sunglasses. And the car. The car was a definite hint.

Crowley had started the journey in his Bentley and he was damned if he wasn't going to finish it in the Bentley as well. Not that even the kind of car buff who owns his own pair of vintage motoring goggles would have been able to tell it was a vintage Bentley. Not any more. They wouldn't have been able to tell that it was a Bentley. They would only offer a fifty-fifty that it had ever even been a car.

There was no paint left on it, for a start. It might have been black, where it wasn't a rusty, smudged reddish-brown, but this was a dull charcoal black. It traveled in its own ball of flame, like a space capsule making a particularly difficult re-entry.

There was a thin skin of crusted, melted rubber left around the metal wheel rims, but seeing that the wheel rims were still somehow riding an inch above the road surface this didn't seem to make an awful lot of difference to the suspension.

It should have fallen apart miles back.

It was the effort of holding it together that was causing Crowley to grit his teeth, and the biospatial feedback that was acusing the bright red eyes. That and the effort of having to remember not to start breathing.

He hadn't felt like this since the fourteenth century."

"'I mean just look at it,' he said. 'I'll never get the stain out.'

'Miracle it away, ' said Crowley, scanning the undergrowth for any more management trainees.

'Yes, but I'll always know the stain was there. You know. Deep down, i mean,' said the angel."

good omens, neil gaiman and terry pratchett. read. now. or borrow from me. when i'm done.

it seems more terry than neil though. isn't neil the guy who wrote coraline? scared me for a fortnight. was terrified of walking upstairs alone.

aziraphale is my favourite character, gay though he may be. crowley comes second. angel and demon. WHICH REMINDS ME. i gotta get to reading that. oh but aziraphale is so adorable!!! what with his exquisitely manicured nails and his love of tchaikovsky (how many years of doing music and i still can't spell his name). mmmm. ever so nice and prim and proper. what with the repairing of the bicycle and adding nice little things like proper gears and a repair kit, even though the original bike had none of that, making the owner even more confused than she already was. such good pals, the two of them. ahahahahhahahaa.

mm. xams were okay.

hist - failed. or about 8 out of 15.

chi - ALMOST got ALL han zi correct for ONCE in my LIFE. still. according to my calculations (had 5 minutes left) i probably got 71.2%. best bet.

chem - minus at least 6. guaranteed. the stupid hcl question. still love chem. maybe i'll grow up and do dna or trace for a s'pore forensics team. or do an archie and head off to vegas. SARA GRISSOM. awww. gross, in a way, but awww all the same.

phys - failed. could give a damn, really.

ss - failed. YAY. and with 20 minutes to spare. take THAT lucifer, you spawn of satan you. even the antichrist (as depicted in the abovementioned book) is nicer than you. rather adorable actually. being only 11.

math - EMPTY SET???? jeez. talk about wasted. ah well. didn't do so hot. mm. sadness.

watched interpreter. GIGGLY AUDIENCE was damn annoying. i mean. serious show here, take a hint! sean penn? you ever see sean penn in a comedy? it was the "i'm so stupid but i'm just trying to look cool and worldly-wise and i shall make fun of this very serious film as if i am an all knowing film conosseur (however you spell it) and annoy the hell out of people who actually want to enjoy the movie." kind of giggling. when nic screamed some idiot screamed too. i BET she'll be all terrified like and clinging to her girlfriends who will be all, "aww, dahrlingggg, it's alrighttt". pissed me off. you get nicely into the mood of an emotional thriller kinda movie and just at the crucial moment (when nic is about to kill the president and only sean can dissuade her) someone behind giggles. goddamn it i PAID for this movie and i'm not gonna have some bloody bimbos spoil it with their high-pitched giggles. you want a giggle-worthy movie, watch hitch. watch monster-in-law. watch any movie classified as "romantic comedy" or some horror show with naked hotties e.g. house of wax. for god's sake don't watch the interpreter. at the end of the show i said, "wah LAO those girls behind us were DAMN ANNOYING." really loudly, so they'd take the hint. then dee dee turned around and realised that they were rgs seniors. ah WELL. they're most certainly not ld seniors, i'm proud to say, without having to turn around. left without so much as a backwards glance. (for me, it was out of terror.)

koh yesterday. WHEEEEE!!!!! aruna and elena, you are the first people i ever watched an nc-16 movie with. *love* was pretty good. orli is still hot. yay. battle scenes were pretty cool. the slo-mo thing was a bit disconcerting. but cool. script needs help. priest was funny. loads of blood. arrows through the neck, that sort. heads on sticks and lepers. steamy sex scene was probably cut. SADNESS.

little fast guy from smallville is flash in jl!! wheee!!!!!! what with, "when i say i'll be there, i'll be there. like a flash." and the alias wally west. and the "ah well, maybe i'll travel the world, you know? find other people like us, form a league or something.". ahahahhahahahahaahhaa. *hysterical giggling* hawkgirl is pretty. yes she is.

OH. now i know why all those posters have orli with his head slanted to one side. used to think it was just so you could see his face. turns out he was just trying to kiss his sword without smashing his pretty nose. but the way he did it, he has a higher chance of slicing it off.

somebodeh gimme 200 bucks to buy sq cut jeans!!! *swoons* i'll return the change.

somebodeh else gimme 500 bucks to get an ipod!! (or some variation. zen micro ain't that pretty) you also can have the change.

i am now a draco/harry convert. i don't know, elean, draco dom is pretty good. all that hate. mmm.

would you look at that. exactly a year ago, at this time (6.40pm) i was probably rubbing charcoal onto my shirt. or praying. or crying. or jumping around in the tunnel. or doing a little fashion show with our macarena steps and turn and pose! sigh. i miss sttd. with the water reeds crap and markets and baskets and chengchai's nails.

*has urge to bring vacuum cleaner to blk h*

and we'll all have a merry christmas

2005-04-27T18:09:00.000+08:00

less than a week from eois and i'm still blogging. whoopee!! haven't even TOUCHED the books.

just bought cliff notes thing today. 11.95. SO. looked for another book. decided that anything hardcover was out of the question. anything above 14 is out of the question. picked out three. went to the cd section in case there was anything nice i wanted. zilch. rotk ex ed - 79.90. if i'm not wrong that was the price of something else really expensive i saw the other day. OH OH. pretty jeans from the levi store in tampines. mmm. if i was loaded, i would buy the store. went over to the adulty section and stared at the books. knew mom wouldn't approve. john grisham was too ex. everything was too ex. grr. looked through the three. decided that since that book with the NOLAN on it (all i remember is the word NOLAN cos that was the only thing really sticking out besides the bleeding hand) looked so what happened to lani garver and lucasy (giving off carol plum-ucci and terry brooks vibes) i bought that one. paid 6 bucks. not bad. was tempted to get coffee. (it's the heat, i tell you.) went to lucky plaza bus stop. got on 16. nearly fell asleep. woke up and realised that i was at old airport road near that hawker center place. saw a bus stop with a 10. considered getting off at next one, but since it was outside a hdb flat in the middle of nowhere, i stayed on. which was a mistake cos a little bit further was some broadrick school. bad BAD memories. don't wanna think about it. and they ALL got on 16. realised the only other bus along that stretch was 33. whoopee. bore with the hordes of boys getting on the bus and yelling stupid comments at each other. went doen some dunman road. another school. glory be. took all the way to joo chiat road. decided to get off cos the place looked familiar cos lijia drops me off there when i get a lift home. good thing i did cos apparently the bus didn't stop any nearer the main road. walked and walked in the HEAT to is it still road or east coast? whichever. realised that whoop de doo, the nearest bus stop is MILES away. had fun walking to it. waited for bus. luckily one came pretty soon (though 608 came first i don't trust non sbs buses. but i'm fine with 190), got on, got off, walked back home, promptly took blouse off. was actually tempted to take it off while walking but then i thought someone might spot me and call deb tan and they'd do a scan of the area with some sophisticated computer software and realise that i'm the only rgs girl living in the general vicinity and expel me for indecent exposure. (wayyy too much csi) ah well.

POOR JULIE AND ZACH!!!!! but so sweet. how teen angsty.

PRETTY CRYSTALS!!!! spent ages stirring and adding the yellow paint stuff (which i got all over my book due to some violence in pouring it out of the test tube into the filter paper) into the hot water and stirring and stirring and stirring but it all paid off cos we got PRETTY CRYSTALS!!!! like, snowing glittery things. *giggles hysterically* i feel like a parody of thingol, you know? like, "ooh, shiny silmaril" and i get beren to steal it from morgoth (mostgoth - evil villain clad in , you guessed it! black robes black cloak black staff and dyed black hair. not forgetting eyeliner and black lippy) and i'd better stop now before i start blathering.

volleyball is fun. though i usually have terrible aim. PLUS it's scorching.

and the csi epi was soo appropriate. three people dead cos of the 42 degree heat. ouch. and here i thought 30 was bad enough (actually, it is. i shall spend my days at home in shorts and sleeveless shorts in airconditioning. thank you, weird guy from the 19th century who invented airconditioning. OH OH I REMEMBER HIS NAME!!! william CARRIER!!! in primary school my mom would send me to school in the morning and she'd park her car and get out and walk me to the gate and we'd almost always park next to the carrier van. and i'd say that it was the carrier man can van. [ran tan ban pan] XP).

and we see greg using a separating funnel!! :D:D how appropriate. and in ny the guy used it too. can't remember who. must figure out what for.

SO. csi this week - dead baby in car, sad catherine. greg is so adorable!!!! so desperate to get out in the field. personally i think i might prefer playing with micropipettes.
ny was the dj thing.
dh where susan forbids julie from seeing zach and rex is probably gonna die cos george spiked his medication and tom has a secret. (yet another one!)
csi5 last week was... OH. greg gets shot at. hodges makes fun of him. poor poor greg!!!! he's STILL adorable. i hope you get fired some day, hodges. I REMEMBER THE NEW WOMAN'S NAME NOW!!! SOPHIA!!!! poor sara.

shopping!! woot!!!! *prances around*

ahh. lit homework calls my name.

toodles with oodles of love and noodles!! (it's so fun to rhyme)

dangly earrings!

2005-04-21T20:10:00.000+08:00

am wearing pretty dangly earrings now, just for fun. whee!!! for ONCE i managed to stick the earring in without having to make sure i wasn't accidentally making a new piercing!

syf was ok. mm. glad i don't have to say "wonderland" again. sarah is even gladder cos now she will never have to endure me and aruna washing her hair and face and neck rather violently and quarelling as all proper dysfunctional american couples must when taking care of their wayward son ever again. after all, being rex and bree ("enough you can LET GO OF HIM!" "no i can still see glitter!!"), it is in our nature. so funn. had false arguements over "andrew's" head. "did you pick op the drycleaning?" "you didn't tell me to." "i DID. over breakfast." "well you were BUSY making breakfast, you hardly said a word." then we'd just go on about the most mundane things. then sarah would complain that her shirt was getting wet and we'd go on about how our son has earrings and smokes pot. then i'd remind rex about how i dumped urine onto him. and so on.

am making funny sucking noises with my braces. just cos i can feel the saliva collecting between it and roof of my mouth. it's vaguely disgusting and uncomfortable.

O.o my mom came in to check on me, and suddenly said, "don't use bad words ahh. i tell you ahh." O.o she has no idea.

OH CRAP. ENG ESSAY. damn. AND MY CD MYSTERIOUSLY ERASED THE LIT THING. *sadness* *pain in teeth.* grr.

JOEY. 9pm. ch5.

"you want some kuorfee?"

no

2005-04-18T23:26:00.000+08:00

no. no no no no no.

i have never missed an epi of dh except the first one. and now. AND NOW.

BLOODY PARLIAMENT. DAMN YOU STLIFE. what 11pm. i thought it was weird but heyy, maybe you'd put in less ads or sth I DON'T KNOW. so i set it for 11. at 11.20 i happily waltz into my parents' bedroom to find my dad still watching dh. zipped downstairs to try and record last bit. damn recorder takes ages to start up. records last few seconds. i nearly flopped down onto my glass coffee table and died. felt like dying, anyway. wanted to just sit there and wish time backwards. pound head on wall, crawl under sofa, cry in a lonely desolate corner, run to joo's house just to watch her tape. TAPE. why the bloody hell don't i have a vcr? fall down the stairs, stay up all night, ANYTHING. just. DIE.

*screams*

to think earlier my sis had actually come into the room and told me that i was taping from 10 (in case parliament didn't take that long, you never know) when my show was 10.20 and my dad was in teh room and i was like, "what show" cos my dad isn't supposed to know.

THE IRONY!

to think i tape 20 minutes early and not twenty minutes late too. like how i do the 5 minute before and 5 minute after thing. of all the damn things to get wrong. of all the things to not tape. OF ALL THE BLOODY TIMES TO HAVE PARLIAMENT.

oc too. like. first, 10.30. then 11 (thank the GODS i was still awake, kellynn or you would have had half a show to watch) and now 10.

feels like dying. right here, right now. i KNOW my mom will come in and i can't gripe to her about it! not like this afternoon when i was on my way home only to have my mom call me and tell me the tuition teacher was half an hour early. and i hadn't done the work. or had lunch. called mom. complained. got pissed. walked super slow all the way home on purpose.

after inserting the diskette into my com, it doesn't work. tried it with my dad's com, doesn't work. and it was working FINE not too long ago. something about formatting shit. put another diskette in. again, same thing. put it in my dad's com. another good disk wasted. put another diskette directly into dad's com. worked. problem - my com. whoopee. not like i need it.

am considering telling dad. i need the consolation. no one in school will understand my sorrow. i used to throw fits when my maid failed to tape stuff. and this was when i was really small, like, when i would tape sesame street. i got really pissed off, even then, when the taping was botched or it failed. i'd like, scream and throw the unbreakables. now i still want to scream and throw unbreakables. how anal.

i sound like some tv addict freak.

maybe i am.

*flings diskettes across floor*

damnation

2005-04-18T21:09:00.000+08:00

watched kate and leopold yesterday. got a kick out of figuring out the time travel thingo. wheeee!!!!!!!!!!!!! like. how kate was in the past yet it was her future and everything. so poa.

i think this recover post thing is making my typing come out real slow. like. i can finish typing out a sentence and it only appears on teh screen 5 seconds later.

OH. clone wars was cool. as usual. ahahahahha. the hair thing was cute. and did they really give him a pink lightsabre?? why won't they show that part? AHHHH!!!! i need someone to fill me in on the whole star wars thing. i've forgotten most of it. not the soundtrack though. i love that. though after a while lotr gets mixed up in it and from the hobbit song i start singing the titanic thing. it all comes from too many soundtracks. *suddenly recalls love theme* YAY!!!!!!!!! *hums*

the yappers club is getting more and more annoying by the day. the not lucille yap is ok. lyap is just bad. i get a kick out of handing my work up regularly and taking minutes like a good little girl then leaving "form teacher: ms yvonne han" at the bottom. wahahahahahahahahahaa!!!!!!!! you may say we don't like her cos she's a gep teacher but gep girls don't fancy her all that much either. and how can any class not like kenneth lui? he is to adorable!!

sets confuses me though. i need a long time to think. and lots of practice.

in phys i was doing my zuo ye, maths pt graph and maths ws all at the same time. thiock walked by just as i was drawing a curve and zhen was copying off my assignment. he glanced at zhen's work, then at my so-obviously-not-physics table and just walked away. later he even came by and looked at my assignment and told me it was good. the wave drawing part. i think i have a natural talent for hand-drawn curves. muhahahahahahahhahahahaa!!!!!!!!! envy me, people, ENVY ME!!!!

damn. rs.

during chinese, for some godforsaken reason, me and aiqing were really high. we laughed at the most innane things. like, question: are old folks happy in old folks homes? and weird things about filial piety and all that crap. got really high during philo too. what with the princess and the pea. it's so politically-correct it just cracks you up.

miss lim thought it was funny that we like klui! weirdd.

syf in three days. who thinks we'll get gold, or anything even remotely close?

*silence. pin drops.*

thursday

2005-04-14T21:10:00.000+08:00

OMG. CSI SEASON 5 IS SO DEVASTATING!!!!! shall not elaborate. no one appreciates it anyway. *is sad* i mean, sarah refuses to watch season 5 before channel 5 shows it, suvitha doesn't have cable, and the rest of the world doesn't love greg like i do. my mom finds it disturbing that i spend 4 out of 7 days in a week watching csi, watch each episode twice (maybe more for csi4 on ch5 cos i tape it) except miami, and spend the other three days waiting for the days there is csi. a nice day would be, reach home at 3, have lunch and watch dh and csi, do homework, practice piano (my piano teacher let me play a new song only if i practice the boring exam pieces. so.) maybe use the com. dinner at 7. laze around (read, maybe?) til 8. bathe. take time to dry hair and tone and moisturise and everything. by the time i'm done i'm nicely seated in front of the tv, remote in hand, air-conditioning turned on and a blanket in case it gets cold and i don't wanna risk getting up. and a snack, if i'm in the mood. it all boils down to finding my mom's secret stash of chips. XP watch csi, spend 5 minutes lazing on sofa thinking about the case and wondering if i need to find the transcript. then i leave and go to sleep by about 10.30. wonderful, innit.

today had vague feeling that i forgot something. only halfway through physics then i remembered that i had forgotten to bring dh for kellynn. ah well.

smallville!!! tomorrow!!!!

and. we were supposed to finish "no later than 5" and where do we end up? having a bloody long lecture from kalpana and a run through of a few scenes that leaves me reaching home at 7. whee. and the damn oath. like hello? if i'm not going to put in my 110% a friggin OATH won't make me. and if i already am going to put in my 110% because i love ld and i WANT to do my best then what's the point of an oath? sheesh.

mm. actually managed to read one chappy of story. yay. and the next one is chappy 14. posted yesterday. which MEANS, that the writer IS updating!!! yayness. a fornightly update. bliss. as compared to the 5-week one for the other story. and the seemingly-no-further-updates on yet another.

i wanna marry a mass tort lawyer. a successful mass tort lawyer. then i can take my share of his millions and live somewhere nice. like new zealand. MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA!!! too much king of torts. wheeeeeee!!!!!!! scrap my plan to work my butt off. usa, here i come!!

surREAL!

2005-04-10T22:45:00.000+08:00

gosh.

yesterday it happened AGAIN. mr c called me melo!!! it was so weird. i mean. no other teacher calls me melo. most call me melissa. then like he called me melo what, 5 times in one day??? it was, to quote my subject, surREAL.

and another thing. my sister picked up the phone when i was in the middle of csi, only to find that surprisingly, it was NOT her call but mine. so. picked up the phone, wondering who the hell would call me. when i first heard the voice i thought it was a guy. sheesh. then SHE (does weird thing moush and rabbit do when they mention the queen) said she was wanling. the conversation went something like this:

wanling: "hi this is wanling your hadley house captain."
me: "umm. yeah."
wanling: "i'm looking for... melissa?"
me: "umm. yeah." (don't go all bree on me i don't use that "this is she" crap.)
wanling: "melissa, you know you're running 16 by 50 for hadley tomorrow right?"
me (is now shocked out of 'who the hell killed nicole?' state of mind. but not shocked enough. like ralph when piggy said they might die there. how the heat became this tremendous weight and there was this blinding efflorescence or sth from the lagoon. ralph was affected by the thought of death, got out, put some clothes on his 'golden body' and sat around to daydream while piggy rattled on about the fact that they were alone on an island in the middle of nowhere. then ralph finds the conch and now i'm sidetracking. ahem.): "huh?"
wanling: "you know you're running 16 by 50 tomorrow, right?"
me: "huh??" (as you can tell, calling me during csi is a baddddd idea.)
wanling: "you mean you don't know?"
me (suddenly recalls my mom telling me about someone calling some time ago about some rehearsal in the hall and something about hall not being available something something which, she concluded, was a good thing cos then i wouldn't have to go cos i had... OH the wedding was the next day, if i'm not wrong. she said my sis had answered the phone, something about some house thing. and i was all, huh? i'm involved in house activities? please. but now that mysterious phone call has new meaning. and i don't mean i'm gonna die in 7 days or whatever crap.): "ehhh... no. oh. ah (a bit like the "now i understand" kinda "ah" but i didn't really understand alot at that point)."
wanling: "okay. so anyway, you're running 16 by 50 tomorrow."
me: "huh? wha-? run that by me again?"
wanling (the poor girl): "16 by 50."
me: "16 by 50. okay. and?"
wanling: "can you be there at 10.30 to practice?"
me (two thoughts: 1) damn there go my plans for lunch. 2) damn i have no idea who else is going or how to get there.): "uhhhhh huh. yeah. yeah sure."

at this point you must know that i am particularly prone to this. if i'm terribly afraid to offend someone (waitresses, mcdonalds counter people, teachers i don't know so well) i tend to say yes to everything then regret later. and now, i'm getting that feeling all over again. it's like, if i say i want some meal ala carte, and you ask me if i want a drink. i'll say the first thing that pops into my head cos i have a terrible fear of holding up the queue and getting the guy mad and everything. so i say yes and i randomly name the first drink that comes to my head. or whatever he advises, depends on which comes first. in the end, it would have been more worth it to buy ala carte. sigh. the things i get myself into.

and also, at this point, i still have the wits (thank goodness) to ask for wanling's number cos i KNOW i will get lost, i just know it. at the same time i am also going, "damn why me. i'm not even in a sports cca. the only sports i do is pe. swinging my bat around at balls and hoping it hits. what kinda physical training do you call that? sheesh." then i put down the phone. and i decide to get myself a map. i ask my dad. he says i don't need a map (see? she makes no sense whatsoever.). he says i can just ask someone, since it's been there years and years. i boot the com up anyway. tell my mom. mom gets worked up. "who's going with you?" "umm, no one." "do you know how to get there?" "mrt? i'm looking for a map." "find someone to go with you." "i have no idea who's going." "WHADDYA MEAN YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHO'S GOING?????" "um well i - " "you BETTER FIND OUT who's going and MEET THEM SOMEWHERE." "whatamisupposed to do, call wanling up?" "who's wanling." "my house cap." "i dunno lah just FIND SOMEONE TO GO WITH." "i'm looking for a map." "you think you can get there with a map?" "i can ask around." "ask who." "some random people." "don't get smart aleck with me ah, you get lost then how?" "then i'll get a cab." "you want me to call a cab for you or not." "NO. MOM!!" "then how are you going to get there?" "mrt." "you know how to go or not." [here i get worked up cos damnit mom how many times must i tell you? you can't get lost on the mrt.] "just take mrt lah!" "you gotta change train right? you know where to change?" "raffles place." "north or south?" "i dunno i've never taken a train to toa payoh!" "then how you know raffles place?" "aiyah... papa said sth what after novena. so north lor! ANYWAY. i can just go there and look at the map! there's a map at every station. besides, they have that thing, you know, *does train announcer voice* 'next stop: toa payoh'. you can NOT get lost on an mrt." after trying abit of small talk, mom lets up. she wants to prepare lunch for me in case i starve to death. and in the end she'll probably forget to give me any money anyway. yeesh.

wanted to analyse lotf. started today. spent the whole afternoon on it, and still at page 27! (let me remind you that chappy one starts on page 12) i am so slow. darn. and i WILL take forever. will probably be analysing til next year. but. but. i HAVE to. (i don't know where, or why, but i must run!) as in. i don't trust anyone else to analyse for me. it's bad, but true. i already am using so much of my newly discovered stash of rough paper. grr.

sets is... weird. i am so darn slow at it! i'll be thinking so hard about question one, but the rest of the class will chant out the entire row of answers before i can figure it out! sighh. all the sets and subsets and what not. yeesh.

rs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *faints* ah WELL. at least i finished my maths. during some particularly boring lesson or something.

*right hand hurts from too much continuous writing* plus mosquitoes have invaded my house, developed immunity to baygon and decided to suck the blood out of me. whee.

the day before CSI:NY

2005-04-04T22:39:00.000+08:00

:D:D

sarah. blog about fri. i wanna read it and LAUGH.

OH. somehow thought of this: "that vet said that i have animal magnetism. you are attracted to me. therefore, you are an animal." name and explain ALL the fallacies and get lunch on me! muhahhahahahahahahhaaa.

washing the facepaint off sarah is highly amusing. and vaguely enjoyable. i remember asking her if she was enjoying the salon treatment (we were getting the gel out of her hair) and she was like, "NO. i feel aBUSED." hahahahahahahahaa. i'll be scrubbing away at her neck and aruna will say, "it's okay lahhh stop scrubbing her neck! she'll just look a little jaundiced but no one will notice!!" and i think sarah said i was really bree and it was like, YEAH. cos you see, sarah is andrew and aruna is rex. i'll be like, trying to discipline and control andrew, and rex will be like, LEAVE THE POOR KID ALONE. runa and sarah totally agree. but IN THE END, sarah looked like normal!!! managed to wash off the paint and gel and most of the glitter in her hair. :D:D

watched be cool. was ok. the rock is so adorable!!! but i feel like they gotta play up the roles. you a gay bodyguard? flick your wrist or something. giggle. you know.

omG gym emcees SUCKED. real bad. *shudders* and at the end they mentioned that they were from elds, oh GODS i had no where to hide my face. it was terrible.

but look on the bright side! i finished all my activities for the year!!

LEXXX!!!!!! michael rosenbaum. omg. omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomg.

clark: weird farmboy who always wears his stupid checkered shirt like buttoned almost to the top. refuses to tell lana his secret even though lana is the one person he can trust.

lana: big-eyed pretty girl whose favourite line is, "tell me the truth, clark." always faints just in time for clark to save her so that she'll never see that clark has powers.

chloe: girl with funky hair who always dates the evil guys but wants clark. lois lane's cousin.

lex: aLEXander. i never knew that. he always like, meets these people who always say nice things to him but never mean it. or, at least, I always think they don't mean it. i never trust anyone who approaches my dear lex for money or pity. especially his dad. OH NO I FORGOT WHAT HAPPENED TO HIS DAD!!!! AIQING!!!! died right? like huber. and like, you KNOW he's gonna turn evil, yet in smallville he's so NICE. awwwwwwwwwww. and the weird hugging baby brother thing!!!!!! omgggggggg!!!!!!!!!!!!! *raves*

seth: i KNOW his character's name ain't seth and i KNOW the actor's name ain't seth either but that's how i remember him!! can't remember how he died. ah well. he smashed his doctor's hands, which was really freaky. and guess what! chloe dated him too!!! and he like, turned on her! with the telepathic movement of equipment in clark's barn. OH YEAH. he got like, coma or sth. hit on the head by clark.

adam: the guy from lost!!! and csi:miami!!!!!! i ALWAYS remember his eyes. so blue. NOTHING like frodo. that would be an insult to any blue-eyed guy. ANYHOO. weird guy who was like, brought back to life. lived upstairs of talon. would convulse at night cos of dreams. i remember thinking about how many lamps lana had to replace cos of his nighttime activities. and his little black diary!! that chloe found!!!

whitney: i KNOW he's dead but i like him anyway. such a minor character, but he looks so adorably pixieish. like, a better looking version of greg. cept if greg looked like that he couldn't afford to be the brainy nerdy dna sort. just doesn't suit. i LOVE the part where the woman who likes lana changed into whitney and like, walked down the corridor. *swoons*

OH. here's something really profound. lois lane, from the smallville ads, looks really nosey and slutty aka EDIE. lois likes clark but so does chloe. in dh, teri hatcher aka susan aka LOIS likes mike and so does edie aka LOIS. isn't it weird? now all mike's gotta do is fly then we KNOW it's a smallville spinoff.

omg. the season finale KILLED ME. i watched it several times over going, "wha??? what the hell??? so is chloe dead???" i remember several episodes only cos i used to give a blow-by-blow to jiaqi every week, til it stopped.

BUT. BUT. DILEMMA. i have 5 dvdrws. my godma has one, kellynn has the oc one. i have a dh one, a csi one, and moulin rouge that i absolutely REFUSE to delete. and american beauty is on the one with godma. and she is currently spending her honeymoon in europe or sth with peanut guy. HOW. DILEMMA. PREDICAMENT. *gets flustered* oh NO. and. i she3 bu4 de2 delete playing with fire and the season 3 finale cos it has a greg with hands shaking moment!!!!! aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! even though i watched that part several times on purpose. the explosion too. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! poor poor greg.

i. need. to. buy. the. vcds. like, season one to four. suvitha has season two. my godma has season one. *which sucks big time. I want it!!! and my mom can never take a hint.*

SOLE CONSOLATION. being bridesmaid and spending the whole of saturday prancing around in heels has paid off!!! 30++ bucks in angpow! not badd. and a nice dinner!!!! where i like, sent funny smses to my cousin's friend. claiming to be her evil twin. and telling her to ph34r me. and she was like, "who the f*** is this? wah lao use l33t summore" or sth like that. ANYHOO. i replied with a quote from death (aka susan's grandad in terry pratchett discworld) about how sooner or later everyone knows me. and i wished her a happy birthday. and told her that polar bears are white. and all sorts of nonsense, to which she continually used a limited range of expletives (ie fcuk) in reply.

the hotel room was DAMN NICE. like, SQUISHY CARPET!!!!!! THREE TOILETS!!!!!! a FRIDGE. not minibar. FRIDGE. and like, ROOM SERVICE. with like a little portable food heater-upper!!!! and like, FREE STATIONERY!!!! pencils and erasers and rulers and needles and thread and highlighters and paperclips!!! and a book to read!!!!! and soap and conditioner and body lotion and toothbrush and shower caps and it all says shangri-la even though it wasn't the shangri-la!! and they have CABLE. and i watched part of the boxing csi epi with a funny greg quote!!!!!! and ate club sandwiches!!!! and fries!!!!! and. and. the NICEST bar counter chairs EVER. not stools. CHAIRS. like, squishy and with backs and arms and everything!!! the first thing i saw when i came in was strawberries on the table!!!! cut and neatly arrayed with cream and sugar in separate bowls for you to dip in!!!!!!!!!! and, not knowing that the hotel guy had yet to leave the room, i ran into the living room area and squealed, "SO PRETTY!!" was feeling bored and sleepy all morning but got really high running around the hotel room. :D:D went fullerton underpass to take photos. pranced around on travelators that only turn on when you trigger it. i feel like trying to jump onto it, like bypassing the sensors. WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

ah WELL. was nice. yeahhh.

PONNED PHILO. ahahahhahahahahahahahhaa. for once in my life (launches into buble song to which i know less than half the words).

HEARD BLVD MASH THING AGAIN. i know now EXACTLY how it goes. wheeeeeeeee!!!!!!!

*am tired. shall sleep.*

OH. REMIND ME TO LOOK FOR AH MIIN TOMR.

the day after yesterday

2005-04-03T19:07:00.000+08:00

and AGAIN, i start an entry PISSED.

goddamn piano teacher came while i was in the middle of doing ss cos my goddamn sister told me that she was coming tomorrow. GRR.

impending headache.

phys still not done.

ting xie date still un set.

three good reasons to develop a migraine.

grr

2005-03-28T22:29:00.000+08:00

PISSED. I'M USING THE COM, FUCK OFF. And you go and friggin watch DH. When I'm missing csi. DAMN YOU DESCARTES. DAMN YOU GANESH. YOU CAN’T BLOODY TEACH. I don't pay attention cos I don't NEED TO. I won't learn anything EITHER WAY. what kind of essay do you expect from a simple question like this? there's no two sides about it! empiricism, rationalism, see any similarities??

damn. damn. i BETTER get to watch csi:ny or i'll just DIE of deprivation. should i stay up til twelve?

you know what. i ALWAYS thought my tuition teacher aims to come at 3.30. turns out it's 4.30. grr. was waiting for her. refused to do anything productive with my time. if i have something i'm waiting for/know is gonna happen/is a scheduled event (like a tv show) i canNOT do ANYTHING remotely productive/THINK of doing anything remotely productive before the show. i mean, if the show/whatever is at 9, from after dinner (7.30) til nine all i'll be doing is preparing for the show. like change, bathe, brush my teeth, get a pillow blah blah blah all the way til nine. it's virtually impossible to get me to do last minute homework. ANYHOO. sat on sofa. got bored. and sleepy. was almost asleep. heard blvd REMIX on the radio. "what a nice song, i shall fall asleep and attempt at commiting this to memory at the same time!" just as i was nodding off (mom recently added pillows to the sofa, really squishy. nicee) the doorbell rings! and i get up and stagger to open the gate. SIGH. yawned practically through the whole lesson. dog happily peed on the carpet.

i never play my piano pieces anymore. mei2 you3 xing4 qu4 anymore. it's just dull. good gosh. if i find my exam pieces dull i'm doomed. and i DO find them dull. ah well.

practiced blvd again!!! after leaving it to one side for a bit in favour of 100 years (cos my version of 100 years sounded 100 times better than my twisted version of blvd) and a bit of julie andrews and lotr (the nice white tree part!!!) i have once again taken up the challenge of playing the remix!! and. since i only have two hands and i can't play with my nose, i had to decide which part to sing and which to play. which is funn!!! wheeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!! but i go really off key cos i end up singing what i am playing. which just sounds... bad. which is why i need practice!! :D but yes! it is beginning to sound like a passable imitation!!! :D:D but still haven't figured out last chords. grr. *is not happy. needs to d/l blvd remix from SOMEWHERE. and listen to it over and over*

my mom would actually rather i buy a $23 sound of music soundtrack than a $19 rockstarr or a $18 keane with bonus dvd. WOW. showed her rockstarr (it just HAS to have an extra r, sounds so nice like that. rockstarr. rockstarr. rrrrockstarrrrr.) several times, and time and again she asked me the same thing, "what is this?" and i tell her it is r[rrrrrrr]ock. and she says nooooooooo, i don't like you listening to all that rock, so noisy (half my cds are like that). and then she tells me she'd rather i buy a cd than d/l for free cos she doesn't want me to sit at the com all day listening. WOW. and she looked at coldplay. and i let her listen. and she said it was weird. SIGH. she'll probably want me to get some kitaro, the-weird-jap-flute-player-guy cd, much like the one she tortures me with in the car. i get my own back though. when she plays andrew lloyd webber i sing along. even the really high bits. you can hear the windows from the other car breaking. the one in the outtermost lane going in the opposite direction, on the other side of a 5-lane-either-way highway. THEN. her new car has a REMOTE CONTROL. so if i don't like gold90, i just press a button, and voila! i can listen to whatever i want!! THANK YOU, inventors of the remote control. *sudden image of me in a convertible with "hey, roll over deejay!" blasting. wheeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!* don't ask me where that came from.

oh WHEE. i just missed csi! and it's really no point coming in halfway. i mean, you won't know how they found the body ("say it loud and say it proud!" "OMEGA ZETA PI!!!" and you see a bra-and-panties clad freshman running blindfolded with his hands tied. he then falls into a pile of maggots. now as everyone knows, maggots eat...? that's right, dead flesh!!! guess how much dead flesh there must have been for so many maggots to thrive? more than a 100 pounds! guess what grissom finds among the maggots? a human tooth!! "did you know that the average college student weighs 135 pounds?"), or what evidence they got, or what the scene looks like. you basically walk in, clueless to all the chim talk of afis and codis and maggots and dna and m.o. and brit mosscoe and kevin greer and ricky murdoch and johnny and mr whatsisname. PLUS you miss loads of greg. :D

OMG. the crazy serial killer episode. the woodchipping guy is FUNNEH. gil is investigating the possibility of the vic having been ripped apart by the woodchipper.

gil: is it possible for a human body to fit through there? (points to where logs and stuff go in to be chipped)
chipping guy: what, you plahnnin' somming?
gil: gil grissom, crime lab.
chipping guy: *insert name*, master of the yeauniverse.

then gil takes a sample of blood from the machine, and rubs it onto a little card. on the right of where he's rubbing is a little "window" of sorts, and below is a key. as in, if you get a certain symbol on the window, the blood is human. if you get a different symbol, it's animal.

(gil is rubbing the sample onto the card. chipping guy stares over his shoulder)

chipping guy: it's preygnant?
gil: no. human.

plus that accent. wahahahahhahahahahahahahhahahahaa!!!!!! dad was watching next to me but he didn't find it funny!!! i was so amused, and i said, "ahaha, 'pregnant', geddit?" and there was no reaction from my dad. grr.

4 DAYS TIL FRIDAY. EEK. GASP. AHHHHHHHHH!!!! rehearsal always makes me feel better. SKIPPING CLASS TOPS THAT THOUGH. MUHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!! tingxie on thurs, however, is a definite downside. grr. ah WELL.

aiqing!!!!!!!!!!!!! i miss you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i'll miss you!!!!!!!!!!!!!! come on, just move here!!! no one is sitting next to zhen anyway. :D

good friday

2005-03-25T14:51:00.000+08:00

(Greg continues to work on separating the maggots from the dirt. Catherine walks in from the hallway. He's working and counting in Spanish.)

CATHERINE: What's with the tape?

(Greg pulls down his mask.)

GREG: The evidence wasn't cooperating, so I stuck it to them. (you can see the maggots wriggling around on the masking tape)

CATHERINE: (under her breath) Cute.

(Greg hears her anyway and smiles.)

awwwwww. greg is so endearing. XP

today's mass times were stupid. like, go for stations at 8.30, then sit around and wait for veneration and passion at 10? geez. oh. it must be the continuous kneeling and standing or whatever but today the benches were pushed wayyyy off. got me so annoyed (said grr many many times.) cos the part that was slanted was not where i was so i couldn't do anything!! that woman in front of me was the worst. the bench in front was what, half a metre away from her? and she didn't do anything about it, even though there were ample opportunities the whole time. grr. wanted to jump from my seat and tell those people in front to stand up, for pete's sake, and move the damn bench back! grr. so annoying. am annoyed. grr.

reminds me of penitential service. when the priests came in it looked like some gathering of an obscure cult. i mean, 14 guys wearing robes walking up in formation, bowing, then going up onto the sanctuary? looked really freaky. OH. i cannot stand the way the readings and gospel are read. these people need to take speech and drama lessons. the new guy needs to take speech and reading lessons. like, it's a question!! read it like it's a question!! emotion!! accents!!! varying tone of voice!! i only fall asleep cos it's so monotonous!! grr.

sole consolation - saw a josephtoh-like guy in church. sat in front of me. not as gay as joetoh. joetoh is slim. slight. whatever. this guy is not so. like, in build, slightly more colmanchua-ish. but nice. was with his mom or something. :D:D drives a honda civic.

according to mom, lent is not over yet!!! ahhhhhhhh!!!! *breathe in. and out. in, out* never mind. wo3 hui4 ren3. ommmmmmmmmmm... another two days and i can finally touch the lovely row of links marked "fanfiction.net". sigh.

many many things

2005-03-24T21:26:00.000+08:00

please hold while i find an obsessive compulsive disorder test to take.

WOW. the site is called psych central.

You scored a total of 20

S C O R E S
If you scored... 12 & up - OCD is likely
If you scored... 8 - 11 - OCD is probable
If you scored... 0 - 7 - OCD is unlikely

This is not meant as a diagnosis tool.

Based upon your responses to this screening measure, you are most likely suffering from an obsessive-compulsive disorder. You can view symptoms and treatment options for this disorder. This is not a diagnosis, or a recommendation for treatment. However, it would be advisable and likely beneficial for you to seek a professional diagnosis from a trained mental health professional in your community immediately.

http://psychcentral.com/ocdquiz.htm

oh dear. but it's not that bad. not as if i can't live properly. :D saw sarah and eug stuffing noodles into their mouths during the break for the ura thing. had to resist urge to teach them how to use a SPOON. and their front teeth.

OH. was watching titan ae the other day. realised that it's a mix of several movies. the whole thing screams "treasure planet!!!". what with the funny map (one is a sphere, the other is some birthmark on his hand or whatever), and the journeying around with a motley crew. the girl is a new thing though. jim hawkins never had a girl. and the cyborg thing. you know, how at first you trust him, cos he's nice, he's like the dad you never knew (BOTH lost their dads), then he turns out to be evil (one is working with the enemy, the other commits mutiny to get the treasure) and turns on the guy (BOTH try to kill him, cept the titan one was more violent and vicious about it). both guys escape the ship (one to a colony, the other to the planet itself). eventually they sorta race to get to the "treasure" first. both titan and treasure planet smack of star wars. like what, weird aliens and intergalactic travel? duhh. the whole weird enemy thing in titan was SO matrix. like, the earth gets destroyed, the rest of civilisation is camped on various space stations trying to avoid getting killed upon sight by the enemy. sound familiar? try the machines and zion.

OH. OH. today. i was DEVASTATED. you know what i saw in the philo room? a matrix revolutions poster. and. and. it was STAPLED to the board!!!!!!!!!!! i mean, it had a wonderful wonderful texture!!!!! like, matte finish!!!!!! and. it wasn't like the first mag one, you know? it wasn't that sort of thin shiny paper. it was WONDERFUL PAPER. i spent AGES just pressing my face against it and like feeling the lovely paper. i wanna MARRY THAT POSTER. then kill the idiot who stapled it there. there is a thing commonly known as BLUTACK, in case you didn't know. grr. that is my "i am annoyed sound". grr. and when aruna told me how her brother's lovely posters (xmen!!!) got torn up it broke my heart. if anyone so much as tries to TOUCH my poster, let alone damage it, i would either start screaming, or die on the spot.

today was rather nice. :D ura thing was boring. didn't learn much. at 12.15 went cine with sarahseah. watched hitch!!! ate subway!!! you know what. i have this terrible fear of offending sales people. so like, if you ask me something and i didn't catch it (i am REALLY slow at catching stuff like that) i would rather blindly agree or disagree than ask the person to repeat. so the person asked if i wanted cheese. and the first thought that popped into my head was "no". plus i don't like to hold up the queue. so i said no. then i thought cheese wasn't sucha bad idea. so i said yes. then i said no. then yes again. in the end it was a yes and the girl finally put the cheese she was holding onto the bread. sarah said i should have let her order first. i agree. it's terrible eating a sandwich in a cinema. can't see anything. like, damn i dropped sauce. then you try to wipe it up but you have no idea where you dropped it! anyhoo. BOTH sarah and i got sauce on our shirts. we're learning from albert whatsisname. :D:D

it's about taking the leap and hoping you fly. if you don't fly, you fall and drop like a rock. *more sweet words about how eva will make him fly and whatever. like where does he get it from?*

life is not counted by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.

never lie, steal, cheat or drink. if you must lie, lie in the arms of a loved one. if you must steal, steal away from bad company. if you must cheat, cheat death. and if you must drink, drink in the moments that take your breath away.

gosh. first movie in a LONG WHILE that i actually managed to get absorbed in. like, totally forget your surroundings, what time it is, what you did earlier, what you have to do later, etc. just, drown in the story. i LOVE that. i love movies like that. when i get good movies, that really pull me in, i go home and imagine the whole movie, play it again in my head, cos it's so fantastic.

OOH. alot like love sounds nice. aw MAN i need to see that trailer!!! sounds damn sad!!!! i need a movie i can really cry for. nearly cried in hitch. sobbed in rwanda. i need a nice, sob-inducing film. yep.

i wanna buy pretty star nail polish!! yay!!! i shall put a star on a different finger every day! wheeee!!!!! it's so pretty!!! i gotta get up at 7 tomr!!! whee!!! hmm. technically good friday isn't a happy sorta day SO. what to wear... shall wear pretty pink skirt on sunday!!! :D:D

SIGHHHH. saw pretty car in church. pretty pretty car. merz sl sth. i think sl300. *drools* don't really like red leather though. *needs to get convertible. needs to get apartment like eva mendes' in hitch.*

RICKY!!! two rickys - csi miami: ricky murdoch (matt murdoch!!) and american beauty: ricky whatsisname. wheeeeee!!!!!!! and the cute gay guy at the world trade game!!! eek!! according to aruna and sarah, i will probably end up marrying some guy whose fake name is ricky.

GOSH. i NEVER say "eek". kellynn khor. i blame you for this new addition to my already twisted vocabulary.

too many many things.

ooher

2005-03-21T21:38:00.000+08:00

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

i have less than 20 minutes to blog cos csi miami is starting at ten.

AMERICAN BEAUTY. taped it. BUT the only disc that had space was the csi one with one epi of xmen evolution and godma's cna thing on it. go clay cove everyone!!! oh. and the guy she's gonna marry. me and my cousin never knew his name. and he sells dried fruit and nuts or sth. so even after we found out his name, we kept calling him peanut guy. e.g. "peanut guy and your godma are getting married!!" yeahh.

BACK to american beauty. started doing subconscious character analysis. actually compared the two times sherilyn started crying and did the "shut up shut up STOP IT!" thing. and ricky is cute!!! ahahhahahahaha. though abit. weird. but nice. OMG angela is weird. but sweet. but omg. so scandalous. and the gay thing. omg. ricky's dad is so gay-but-in-denial. *feels like shooting buddy kane. wants to watch again*

mom is burning the tea candle in the little holder to get the nice smelling oil burning or whatever. smells terrible. *chokes*

GOSH. i can classify all of orli's limited facial expressions into three categories!

1) the "i am an elf. go away, filthy mortals" look. used when walking around. changes to be slightly more ferocious when fighting.
2) the "i am sad" look. used when aragorn and gandalf "die". slightly more attractive sad look when boromir dies. it's like, "oh. boromir's dead. wow. this is what it's like to be mortal. let me lok vaguely sad, yet curious at the same time." and when he's looking at theoden!! oh don't you just want to jump up and hug him. OH YEAH. when he quarrels with aragorn. then aragorn stalks away, and the look on legolas' face is so precious!!! yep. it's the sad look.
3) the "gimli, sometimes you really crack me up" look. like when he suggests that gimli needs a box. also when watching hobbits at play. and when he killed the oilphaunt.

my sister thinks it's weird that i didn't cry when achilles died. was too busy thinking about how paris looked like he was stoning, rather than killing a terrible and powerful enemy with a much more muscular body than his and is definite competition in the babe snaring arena. yeesh. come on, at least put on the "i am an elf" fighting look. you've done it often enough. i am SO not watching kingdom of heaven. sweaty orli is too much for me to handle. *shudders*

21:58!!!!!!!

osl camp

2005-03-19T17:55:00.000+08:00

wahahhahahahahahaha. when i place my arm next to my stomach it's like black and white. tres amusant. but i can guarantee that it'll disappear by mon.

campp. was. okay. i now DESPERATELY (dh!!) need an osim isomething!!! either the back massaging one or the chair. my butt aches. my back aches. i ache. and my fingers are tingly. whee!!!

hmm. arrived at school 8.15. was bored. read csi transcript (GREG!!). aj came. saw qianling. waited. finally went amphi at 8.45. turns out aruna was there all the while, and kavya was giving her funny looks. HMM. whatdidwedofirst. oh. those name game thingys. i suck. i still don't know all their names. liu hui and wan xi and lin xi and winnie (i KNOW it's not spelled like this, i just don't know how) and serene OH WAIT I KNOW SERENE and ummm... yeahh. i get them all mixed up. played floorball and captain's ball and soccer. floorball was damn fun!! just scrape or swing your stick across the floor in the appropriate direction and HOPE it comes into contact with the ball, rather than with someone's leg. it's like soccer, only with an extra leg in the sense that you can stick the stick into the whole mass of people's legs and other people's sticks and attempt to get the ball. AND. through some ENORMOUS stroke of luck i managed to score!! it's like i swing and the first thing i say is "shit." but it goes in anyway!! :D never happened again though. OH. and you can't step in the semi-circle. so when the ball went in but didn't go out everyone like bent down and s t r e t c h e d with their sticks to try and tap the ball in/out/somewhere. wahahahahahahahahahhaa. i sucked at the rest. don't wanna talk about it. i can never kick in the right direction for soccer. heck, i don't even kick in a particular direction, i just randomly swing and hope it goes somewhere. hab is SCARILY GOOD. must be from watching all that football. and she's not on my team! ah well.

UMM. new groups. geet me kavya shi ya and luvy. whee. mentor jay. long day with loads of running around. ate tasteless maggi mee and the nice sweet sesame-seed-covered ikan bilis and seaweed. yum. but after a while you can't really taste the maggi mee. gas cooker thing DEFINITELY beats solid fuel. OH. OH. played some x y game thing which at first seemed rather pointless but then. thoick came and explained it all. like, like, some kind of motivational speaker. it was all so... profound. apparently he used to play this kind of game with his clients. like, teach them how to manage their businesses or something. how what small depts and large depts and revenge and not working together. his voice broke more times in that hour or so than i ever thought possible. he would come and announce the results like, "y. y. y. y. X." and at the "x" he'll po4 ying1. so funneh. then the group leaders were called out and they came back and told us there'd been an earthquake in indonesia (i half expected the camp co-ords to look more amused) and we had to take our stuff and go to the quadrangle. OH. and get our tents from the field. the nice tents, with the magic wand poles that fold up!! XP but abit small. 4-man tent for 5 people? i think i had it easy at obs. XP AND. horror of all horrors. the entire road leading to block h and the track and the field had turned into a pool of acid!! oh no!!! we had to get to the other side of the field (and as you all know, the distance from the canteen to the opposite side of the field is no 100m sprint) stepping ONLY on these gigantic and humongously heavy ceramic blocks (like three seperate pieces in an L shape). if anyone so much as TOUCHES the floor we all have to start again. if any of our belongings touch the floor it gets consumed by acid. you only get it the next morn. PLUS we gotta lug bags and tents across. after abit of trying (and much back-straining), some singing (mangling of the phantom of the opera), and loads of "go pee-oh-pel with moose-kleh from raff-fleh!" we made it!! oh. that, and the acid river receded to less than half the field.

1am. went to sleep. fell asleep at least half an hour later. kept getting woken up by kavya. she somehow managed to take up enough space to force me to shift such that my head was above everyone else's just so that i wouldn't be eating someone's nose everytime i opened my mouth. then after a bit she grabbed my shirt like she was trying to yank the buttons off (i wore pe, couldn't be bothered to bring more shirts). felt vaguely violated. THEN. she decides to use my head as a pillow. i shove her off and she just happily gets back on again. after a couple of tries, she groans and gives up. and THEN. before i can get some proper sleep, patrina comes and calls for the team leaders! kavya goes. we all expect some sort of stupid exercise, but were still in denial. hello?? 3am??? but it IS and exercise! a fire has broken out, we gotta bring all our belongings (leave the tents) and get to the highest point in the school using only the dblock and g.o. stairs!! brill!! we leave, we run, we finally get there. amazingly, i was wide awake. had some vague photos of diff parts of school to id. took FOREVER to guess the damn pavillion lights. went back down. slept. not next to kavya. actually had a weird dream! i somehow crawled into the g.o, and debtan was there, at a computer terminal that i had somehow managed to emerge from under. she said hi. i said good morning. then she turned into aj. then i saw qianling and the rest of epiphany (must be from seeing kim and sherie training. kim is as retarded as ever.) and was telling them about how i was tortured in my sleep by kavya. kayva, if we both are selected, you are NOT sleeping next to me.

ah well. did many many pushups. the RIGHT way. which also equates to the more tiring and painful way. but fun. did situps too. like, training for whatchamacallit or sth.

washed tents. back home. still itch. grr (XP).

tee-use-day

2005-03-15T20:45:00.000+08:00

hellO my friends!

and how are you today?

feeling just peachy, i hope?

good! let's go out for tea! (pronounced tay)

went dad's office 8am. used com abit. started maths. got stuck. got bored. stopped. stared around office. decided to walk to school. got there 9.45. went to class. sat around. kellynn came. 10.05. went clc. went in. saw teachers pigging out. at the insistence of the nice lady (why don't you go have some tayy and i'll talk to you later?) and mshan we ate the nice food. talked to ah miin and miss wu. kennethlui with a shirt that's not tucked in! how often do you see that? (now you all are supposed to AGREE with me. so everybody nod sagely at my previous statement and continue to be amused at klui with a not-tucked-in shirt. yes. good.) and ivansoh in a disgusting tight shirt!! i mean, WHOA. EW. never, EVER let me see something like that again. EVER. colmanchua may have a nice bod in that pink shirt with the ribbon but i'll take joetoh anytime, thank you very much. though cchua as ss teacher is a VERY good idea.

THREE TEN!!! mshan is PROUD of us for being so RESPONSIVE and everything today!!! big round of applause!! give yourselves a pat on the back!! :D

systems interact to produce results that are positive and/or negative.

patterns
trends
pov
ethics (!!)

facts.

facts can be put together to form a general idea that can be linked to a system.

we need more class time to have this kind of discussion. very good. also need time to digest. BUT that does NOT mean we have super long days. uh-uh.

lemony snicket was... hm. jim carrey was amusing. not what i expected. like, WHOA who knew the set would look like that? i mean, you'd imagine lake lachrymose and everything but not with the cave and the window and whatnot. but it was cool. twisted it abit, but well, that's what you get with a book to film adaptation. but. but. but. ARE THEY GONNA DO MORE??? i mean, then, what'd they call it? lemony snicket's a series of unfortunate events II?? no way. i mean, why not, "the bad beginning" then "the miserable middle bit" and finally, "the evil end" or something. something more consistent with lemony snicket's quirkiness. but WOW the story seemed damn short. i like uncle monty. AND MR POE DOESN'T COUGH. THIS IS PREPOSTEROUS. OUTRAGEOUS. the whole POINT is to have a pathetic banker who does nothing to help you whatsoever and coughs all the time! into a hanky! OH. the hurricane destroying the house part was cool. like WHOA. it all comes true! though i don't remember that in the books. and another thing - they NEVER catch olaf. and i mean never. and i LOVE the book effect. you know. klaus (not kl-orhse but klah-oos) remembers something in a book and you get flashback to book popping out of shelf. way cool. AND SUNNY CAN'T WALK TIL BOOK 8. KLAUS IS BLIND WITHOUT HIS GLASSES. oh but klaus is cute. ahahhaahhahahahahahahahahhaaha.

BORDERS. STUDENT-TEACHER SALE. GO. NOW. BUY BUY BUY. WAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA. i have an obsession. bought angels and demons. it was either that, or the golem's eye WHICH i can't really buy cos i don't know if amulet of sarmakand is good! they don't have rockstar! and the dvd is still $79.90! *is sad* ah WELL. MAYBE can persuade mom to go there on thurs... XP heh.

RS. hello kellynn. so are we really doing that? and you said meet you online where are you?? i need to watch csi at 10! i'm not taping it!

OH. OH. i think i'm just really slow. but. i JUST realised that i can watch 4 csi episodes a week! 2 on mon, one on tues and one on wed! and i am so outdated!!! argh!!! i love eric szmanda!!! "more like greg-sanders-wear". wheeeee!!!!!! oh. yeah. andrew's ok. csi is so much better than miami. but the blond one, what's her name? the one with the really high livvy voice. hm. ah well. she's sweet. XP i remember when she was tested positive for cocaine or sth. she was so cute!!! ahahahhaa. "well if your urine has sulfural fluoride, 'urine' big trouble." taking the fact that we say yoo-reen, they say yure/year-een (short ea though) into consideration. wahahahahahahahahha!! greg is so funny. cath too. :D:D:D OH. if "sulfural fluoride" is anything to go by, it'd be a covalent bond, 4 fluorines, one sulphur. since it's a gas, i'd say van der waals intermolecular forces. but i dunno, some funny process makes them crystallise after awhile. "how does it make you feel, to know that you kill bugs for a living?" the look on the bug guy's face was HILARIOUS. wahahahahahahahhahahahahaa!!!!

majorrr fanfiction withdrawal. urkkk.

oh. does God say that being gay is bad? (shit i feel like a TERRIBLE christian. grr) according to hilary and the deuteronomicals thingo He does. which means. well. i gotta think being gay is bad too. but i DON'T.

hellOH kellynn! finally.

as in. well. you wanna be gay go ahead! no one's stopping you. i have nothing against homosexuality. i don't see anything wrong with it. why is there all this, like, "omg you're gay. like, get lost man!!". or the aids nation party gay thing. like sheesh. so now what, gay people spread aids? i dunno. like. yeahh. i just think it's weird.

you know. i mean on sundays you go to church and they say that no matter what your sins, God will forgive you. it sounds so... idealistic. like we made that up just to console ourselves. or like how God has a plan for your life. it's like i'm trying to tell myself, it's ok, no matter what shitty life i have, all i gotta do is believe in God and it'll all be ok. i mean, sure, it's good that God does that for us, in a way but you know. it just suddenly occured to me that we do all these things to convince ourselves that we're good people, that a pleasant afterlife is a certainty. like, OH we have original sin but don't worry, baptism takes care of that. which i suppose it can, but are we just telling ourselves that? it's like, every bad thing can be solved by some kind of christian ritual or sth. OH i committed mortal sin, nevermind, i'll just go for confession. yeahh. just a thought. no evidence to back it up though.

but does that mean that no matter what we think we gotta do and be what God tells us to be? all those values, well i suppose they are good, i mean, no harm in learning humilty but WELL. if God says the earth doesn't move means i have to believe that? if God says being gay is bad then i have to believe that? what if i don't want to? what if i think adam and eve is an impossibility cos they would have had deformed children and everything cos it's incest. i mean i dunno. yeahh. just a thought i get when i feel like falling asleep during mass.

sigh.

OH. kellynn's friend, wencen, was going to meet us. and she was standing at the pillar looking terribly lost and kellynn was so thrilled!! she just let the poor girl stand there and stare around looking for her. evill. i can identify. what with swim carn (aHEM) and all.

oh NO. what do i do? read sillymarillion first then lotr? OR forget about lotr just go on to ummm... house of the scorpion or something? darn. i am BAD at deciding such things. never come shopping with me. NEVER point out that borders has a sale. i see it in the papers and it's BAM. i'm going. sighh. i am a sucker for book sales. sighh. i need to go to the library more often. yes. the library. read eragon again. and lani garver. and lucas. gosh. yes lucas. patt!!! you got austere academy? or is it (hopes against hope) the vile village?? :D ahahahahahhahahahaha. then i can read in sequence - 6,7,8,9,10 and 11!! and then go kino and see if 12 is out yet!! wahahahahahaha. then BUY 12!!! oh. lend kellynn lucas!! and lani garver!!!!! and crooked. hm. i was supposed to lend that to someone. ohmigosh!!! i'll get someone to buy me books 1,2,3,4,5 and 7 for christmas or sth!!!! :D:D. then i'd have the full collection!!!! wheeeeeee!!!!!!!! ahahahhahahahahaahahhahahahhaa!!!! (does strange maniacal giggling.) but not the terrible terrible movie cover. it's so disastrously disgusting looking. i mean sure, it's cute and all, what with the maze and everything but i can't stand books with movie screencaps as covers. they look absolutely horrid. *shudders*

hmmmm.... klaus.... ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahaa!!! klaus and fiona!!!! violet and quigley!!!! and the hideous monkey!!!!!! more for the imagination.

piano tomorrow morning. camp on fri. whee.

21.38 yeesh is this clock slow or is my typing just really really fast. XP

hmm.

2005-03-11T21:09:00.000+08:00

"a very chatty film about two couples mixing and matching partners over the course of a few years. alice is a stripper in love with dan and in lust with larry. dan loves anna but needs alice. larry hates alice but wants her badly. anna is attracted to dan but loves/hates larry. exhausting." indeed it is.

WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!! didn't present english today!! :D:D going zhen's house!! wheeee!!!!!! i love pool parties. just don't let me near the barbeque. seriously. i'll probably be screaming at you to wash your hands half the time. heck i'd probably have brought soap.

swim carn was boring. nearly fell asleep. EXCEPT for hot guy with hot bod in white board shorts that were slipping further and further down. and a small ass. i had a nice view of his back the whole time while hilary was sleeping. then he FINALLY turned around so i could stare at his front properly. the other sas guys have pot bellies, for god's sake. yeesh. kellynn called me over(literally) and me being miss blur couldn't find them. saw eileen and kexin. heard qianni calling. went over. turns out they were WATCHING ME LOOK LOST for what must have been 5 minutes. grrr. ah WELL. once i was walking to the bus stop and someone told me i look lost. little batty souvenirs are so cute! ahahahhahaa. i have 5. wanling said take one each but there were plenty left. SO.

i need longer fingers. *is sad* every time i try to play an octave, like two notes, i end up playing at least 4. i am a sad sad case. my teacher thinks so too. but she says violinists cannot have long fingers. i don't really agree. i try lijia's violin and i can't play a on the d string without major weird eye squinting and finger stretching.

aiqing! we must practice!! i geddit already! i KNOW how to harmonise!! well, actually my version may not be exactly accurate but HECK. it sounds ok. :D i tried it on the piano. was surprised the neighbours didn't come around complaining cos when i play the main melody i can't sing the harmony properly. it sounds really bad.

amsterdam by coldplay. GOOD SONG. GO LISTEN.

monday - so far nothing cept chi tuition.
tues - 10.20 clc for weird lesson thing. til about 12.
wed - 8.45am (!!!!!) piano.
thurs fri SO FAR NOTHING. that will probably change.

die learning journey DIE.

OH. I WANNA DO MORE GLUE GUNNING!!!!! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! i think we (me elena lynette) are DAMN PRO. we are SUPER EFFICIENT. every ten minutes i gotta go get 5 more packs of tissue. 16 each pack i think. i am a glue gunner! grab card. squirt glue. stick tissue. fling in elena's general direction. elena folds calendar in and slams tissue into ground to make sure it stays. lynette puts two tissue packets together and packs it in the box. all done in seconds. i can do a tissue packet in 5 secs. WAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAA. though they are usually slightly in or out, and some are crooked, but THAT IS WHAT YOU GET WITH MASS PRODUCTION. like pat's abnormal math book. elena got a scary burn on her leg. i poked myself with the gun and now it's like a tiny patch of tanned skin. ahahhahahahahaaha. if only the rest of my skin was a nice tan like that. *idea of coating self in glue from glue gun pops into head. idea is almost instantly dismissed* conolly locked our bags and my shoes (i was running around barefoot. really fun.) in block h. we had to climb in through the window, get our stuff, then climb back out. THEN. we realised that conolly might have expected us to come to him for the key. SO. didn't dare go find him and give him kschee store key. left it with security guard.

conolly in trunks. adriel yap in trunks. rather scrawny thiock in trunks. ERIC LAU IN WEIRD VERTICALLY STRIPED BLUE/PURPLE/AND GOD KNOWS WHAT OTHER COLOUR ON IT. major traumatic experience. and ms han swimming! ahahahahahha.

WE'LL MISS YOU MS HAN. come visit.

in the process of cleaning out the ld room i found a pretty pad of post-its! and a spool of bright green thread! and a red paperclip! all of which now belong to me! *note to self: bring white thread in case sarah wears holey shirt.* *another note: find out if i have an obsessive compulsive disorder.* *yet another note: get hand-held vacuum cleaner. bring occassionally for ld room.* OH. CLEAN COM KEYBOARD. yes. imperative. very much so. SWEEP. MAJOR SWEEPING. no one seems as thorough as i am. everytime i look down i see dirt and i am sorely tempted to leap up and get the broom. DO NOT LEAN ON THE WHITEBOARD. it WILL derail. and if it breaks off at the top i am NOT tall enough to fix it.

DOOR IS FIXED. thank you green man. but if you don't mind maybe you could do the dripping aircon as well. :D or i WILL find a tiny bucket and i WILL place it there. if nothing is done about it there WILL be a little groove in the floor. i can almost predict the "ageless springs" "breaking through rocks".

homework-free holidays my left foot.

DEVASTATION

2005-03-09T22:20:00.000+08:00

omG. i am probably damn out of date but i JUST SO HAPPENED to watch an episode of the new series of csi on axn AND. AND. i get the SHOCK of my LIFE cos GREG is in the FIELD and not in the LAB doing his perky dna stuff!!!!! he cut his hair!!!! when it used to be all cute and spikey!!!! and he's so MATURE. he delivers news/info/evidence so seriouslyyyy. i mean. YEAH. he's supposed to be FUNNEH. and UNserious. like. there was one episode. he was swabbing beer bottles for dna. so he sang.

99 bottles of beer on the wall
99 bottles of beer
swab them down, run 'em through codex,
98 bottles of beer on the wall.

:D and he's ALWAYS BEGGING to get out of the lab. and now he does!!! gasp. another episode he made a bet with another lab person, a woman. she lost the bet and had to wear a turban for the rest of the day. a gold and sky blue one. or the classic one where grissom put fungus on his foot or sth!!! ahahahahahahahahahaha.

but now. now he's so unfun!!! like. like. sarah commends him on his good work and instead of giving some ego wisecrack he smiles, and goes back to work! that's IT. *is devastated* and the new dna guy looks so boooorrrrriinnnngggggg. eeeee. *is saddened*

marg helgenburger in another mom role. wow. i always thought she was some obscure actress but look! first erin brockovich, now in good company! and she did something to her wrinkles. she looks younger in the axn one. hmmmmm...

couldn't resist. bought first. haven't gotten to the features yet. pretty keira knightley postcard.... so pwetty... and aLOT better than white noise. white noise has got to be the suckiest poster ever. *shudders* *feels like watching team america. wahahhahahaha* must watch - lemony snicket. maybe robots. repair for adventure! looks so cute!!!

urgh. hist. I WANT MY LIT TEST BACK.

good site. fun fun fun. i have 5 eyes already. XP

litttttt

2005-03-06T20:39:00.000+08:00

Something has gone wrong inside my head.
The sappers have left mines and wire behind;
I hold long conversations with the dead.

I do not always know what has been said;
The rhythms, not the words, stay in my mind;
Something has gone wrong inside my head.

Not just the sky but grass and trees are red,
The flares and tracers – or I'm colour-blind;
I hold long conversations with the dead.

Their presence comforts and sustains like bread;
When they don't come it's hard to be resigned;
Something has gone wrong inside my head.

They know about the snipers that I dread
And how the world is booby-trapped and mined;
I hold long conversations with the dead;

As all eyes close, they gather round my bed
And whisper consolation. When I find
Something has gone wrong inside my head
I hold long conversations with the dead.

since i typed it out, i might as well paste it here.

*loves pdd*

*hates seen poetry tests*

good luck.

aftermath

2005-03-05T21:47:00.000+08:00

HEY. i should have put that for the title of the blogpost after the maths test! geddit? after-math(s). wahhahahahhaa. i'm so funny i kill myself sometimes.

maybe one day we'll wake up and this'll all just be a dream says:
HI MEL TALK TO ME IM BORED
deflowering of the spirit. ho ho ho. says:
heyy
deflowering of the spirit. ho ho ho. says:
WHAT NOW I'VE JUST TURNED INTO MERE ENTERTAINMENT??
deflowering of the spirit. ho ho ho. says:
*is hurt*
maybe one day we'll wake up and this'll all just be a dream says:
deflowering of the spirit!
maybe one day we'll wake up and this'll all just be a dream says:
AWW
maybe one day we'll wake up and this'll all just be a dream says:
NOOO
maybe one day we'll wake up and this'll all just be a dream says:
mel! i miss talking to you! please talk to me!
maybe one day we'll wake up and this'll all just be a dream says:
better?
deflowering of the spirit. ho ho ho. says:
yes
deflowering of the spirit. ho ho ho. says:
better
deflowering of the spirit. ho ho ho. says:
but it would be even better if you...
deflowering of the spirit. ho ho ho. says:
KOWTOWED TO ME!!!
maybe one day we'll wake up and this'll all just be a dream says:
-kowtow-
deflowering of the spirit. ho ho ho. says:
GAVE ME ALL YOUR MONEY!!!!
maybe one day we'll wake up and this'll all just be a dream says:
THATS TOO MUCH!
maybe one day we'll wake up and this'll all just be a dream says:
NO WAY!
deflowering of the spirit. ho ho ho. says:
no it's NOT
deflowering of the spirit. ho ho ho. says:
KOWTOW MORE
maybe one day we'll wake up and this'll all just be a dream says:
NOOOOO
maybe one day we'll wake up and this'll all just be a dream says:
-kowtows more-
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
that's better
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
good doggie
maybe one day we'll wake up and this'll all just be a dream says:
bwhahahahha
maybe one day we'll wake up and this'll all just be a dream says:
woof!
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
look what i have for youuuuuu
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
a BISkIT!!!
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
FETCH DOGGIE FETCH!!!!
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
HAH look at my nick
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
-.-""
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
how could you say such HURTFUL THINGS????
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
i don't wanna fren you already.
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
humph
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
but..but..
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
i only put it as my nick cuz i think its cute!
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
aw really
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
(YEAH RIGHT but ANYWAY)
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
like me right
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
awww
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
how sweet of you
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
sweet like a graNOla bar!
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
AWWWWWW
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
so NICE
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
HAH!
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
i purposely messaged miss wu to irritate her but she hasnt reply!
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
i was like.
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
miss wu! thanks for today. we had loads of fun. now thank me for being so polite.
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
HAHA
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
ahahahhaa
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
miss li msms me
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
*sms
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
lim
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
argh
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
and
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
and
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
and said?
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
she said
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
thank you for the surprise
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
so sweet of you
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
haha!
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
like a...
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
graNOla bar!!!!!!!!!
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
graNOla bar!
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
yeah!
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
lets form a clique
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
called
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
the graNOla bar clique!
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
aruna you and me
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
bwahahha
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
the graNOla bar clique!
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
shall we include miss lim and wu!
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
dont want la
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
hahah
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
HM
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
i wanna beeeee
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
OATMEAL RAISIN!!!!!
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
my fave flavour
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
i shall be baked apple!
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
i like it!
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
YUM
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
ummm
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
aruna can beeeeee
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
COOKIES AND CREAM
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
yeahh!
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
YUM
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
i almost typed TUM
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
hahahha
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
MMM
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
YUM
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
i rub my TUM
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
let's eat some GUM
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
haahahhaha
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
hmmm
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
tum gum
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
BUM!
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
hahahaha
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
MEL WHY DONT YOU WANT TO TALK TO ME IM A FELLOW GRANOLA BAR
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
RUM
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
FLUM
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
hum!
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
umu
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
mum
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
*
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
HAHAH
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
rmb the fd script
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
amamamamam
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
amamamamamamamamamamamaa
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
amamamam
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
its nice to say you know
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
*says it*
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
*sounds like some weird schizo*
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
*stops*
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
*grins enormously cuz im high-
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
WHEEEEE
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
whoohhoooo
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
IM GONNA MISS FD REHEARSALS
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
lets cry
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
*one, two, three*
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
BOOHOO
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
no mre hee hee ing
graNOla bars! and PRETTY shoes! -looks disgustedly at mel- says:
-hee hee-
of boots and pretty shoes graNOla bars! says:
WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH
the graNOla bars! oatmeal raisin, baked apple and cookies and cream X) says:
bwahahha

interesting convo. wahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

THE SCHIZO DIARIES PART II
toDAY. got to school super early. 6.10 or sth. wahahahahaha. sat around foyer looking bored. decided to mutter script to myself. got even borederer. went pavillion. i ALWAYS arrive at the pav JUST behind miss ong. was muttering that fact to myself. do you know that they play the national anthem on every radio station at 6am?? weird. SO. decided to sit in pavillion and get borederer. went to try other top. saw joetoh on the way. he said "morning" in a really perky voice. i just said hi. went into staff toilet. (bwaahahahahahahahahhaha!!) was thinking about how staff toilet ain't bad, the door squeaks alot though, and the flush is tremendously loud. saw aruna. did abit more makeup. went into needlework room. put even more makeup. pretended to be in beauty salon and waiting for my facial. XP or sth. then. then. claratan came. she attacked me with her eyeliner. and her eyebrow pencil. and her blusher. i looked really... freaky up close. but i guess from three rows up you can't see a thing. SO. walked around school reciting lines with aruna. popped into class. went back down. got really high. and more makeup. saw pretty cake. wanted to eat it. went down. loads of people. freakkkkkkyyyy. saw class. :D went to podium and stodd for a horribly long time while waiting for goh to arrive. i've always resented them coming late but it's not til you're emcee that you truly understand the meaning of punctuality.

i said BLEARGH. damn damn damn damn. DAMN. ah WELL. though EVERYBODY heard it, i'm SURE shirleytan won't scold for that. will she? *gulp* saw her at taka. miss wu like walked past, totally oblivious. i mean, i was the first one to see her and i immediately did an about face and hid behind miss wu. geet and aruna saw and greeted her as she walked past in that TERRIBLE GREEN THING and she asked if we were enjoying ourselves. we said yes. then we were like, "miss wu, did you see her?" and miss wu was like, "who?" then we told her it was shirleytan. and she looked so funnyyy!!! whahahahahahaha. they're probably gonna fire her. disrespect to superiors. tsk tsk.

met hil in school. went borders. rotk exed dvd - $79.90. i can keep on waiting. sighh. looked at nice books. and cds. then called miss wu. went upstairs, located nydc and hid in nearby corridor. waited and waited and waited for ahmiin and misswu to come. FINALLY. she smsed me. walked to nydc. came up right next to miss lim. who was STILL oblivious. miss wu was laughing behind her menu. then she told miss lim to look at the restaurant opposite. miss lim looked up, and looked straight past us!!! like her head just turned and swivelled right past the two girls standing next to her table. SHEESH. she looked rather stunned, and finally understood why miss wu insisted on a table with 4 seats 'stead o'two. wahahahahahahahahahaha. ordered. started eating. geet came. moved to another table. miss lim realised she forgot her sugar for the iced lemon tea and ran back to get it. put too much. tsk. got all the way to dessert. aruna came. we thought she got lost on the way there. ate yummy ice cream and cake. hilary left for church. i decided to be late/not go for cathecism. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! miss wu went to put parking coupons. we had a PLAN. when miss wu came back, we would all spontaneously need to go to the toilet and ABANDON her there. wahhahahahahahahahahahaha!!!! then we'd call her and say that we were at borders, but we won't be there. then we'd call again and say we're at some other place etc. SO. the great escape, helped further by miss wu's earlier stop at the toilet, allowed us to get away from nydc and leave miss wu happily sitting at the table. we hid in the corridor where me and hil hid the first time. called miss wu. told her we were at borders, could you pay first? she reluctantly did. we waited and waited and waited. called her, she didn't pick up. finally, she called, and we went down, only to see her standing outside borders looking very sian. total bill - 72 bucks. we walked to wisma and let miss lim calculate who pay how much. was so afraid to walk faster in case miss lim lost track of where we had gone.

went into at least 4 stores before miss wu FINALLY found her boots. miss lim went off with her friend. i said "bye miss lim's friend!" before we went off. were so tired after following mis wu around. went macs. sat. drank. left. took mrt to dhoby ghaut and 14 to church. was ten minutes late, and terribly sleepy, having woken up at 5 this morn.

i realise i have a terrible habit of talking to myself. people walk past and think i'm mad. and i say, "gosh i really must stop talking to myself" then i realise that i just had. it's weird.

I WANT PRETTY SHOES.

BOTHER

2005-03-03T20:49:00.000+08:00

i feel like pooh.

had maths test today. like, everyone was scaring everybody else and saying it was terrible and horridly hard and everything and how no one could do the last two questions that were worth 10 marks or sth. AND. everyone was studying like mad and revising and fretting over it dayss before. and they'll come up to me and say, "MELLLLLLL!!!! *devastated tone* MATHS TEST!!!" and i'll be like, "huh? what? when??" then in the days leading up to the test everyone will be mugging like crazy. especially the night before. then today i went to school, after having done a grand total of 5 sums from the maths workbook and gotten really bored/frustrated, and see a room full of people revising for maths. which is freaky. cos i didn't study and i had no idea how to do the sums they were asking me about. SO. spent history looking through maths file. stared at questions. got all confused when qianling asked me why my answer was like that. was speechless. had no idea how i got Yn over Yo = Xo over Xn. then figured it out. after some time. some other people came in and told us coordinate geo was a killer. got me terrified. mr lui came in and we were groaning and everything and mr lui looked at us with that strange open-mouthed grin, like a small celeb who suddenly realised he had legions of fans. my hands were actually shaking when i tried to factorise the first question. got to the "make ____ the subject of the equation" and was amazed i could do it cos just last night i sucked at it. which is why i gave up revising. and the variation one was exactly the same as the one mr lui went through the day before. i turned to the back and was surprised by the fact that that humongous chunk of words was all one question. did fine UNTIL. part b. where for the equation of ps, i took the wrong number. instead of the m, which was 3/5, i took the c, which was 22/5. and i got the answer for the coordinates of s, and thought it was weird. went to c. found out that r, s, and t are not collinear! which was totally wrong! so went back to b. this is the kinda question where, if you get a wrong, your b, c and d are also goners. checked the whole thing. somehow realised that i had to obtain c or whatever. did so. came out as s = (23, 0) thought that was weird too. calculated gradient. definitely wrong. check again and again. spent what must have been 15 minutes on that part, just trying to figure out what was wrong with it. until i realised. at which point i said, "oh shit", and if aiqing or qianling hadn't been busy fretting over their questions, they'd have turned and stared at me. SO. finally finished question. checked answers. now the only thing that could POSSIBLY make me fail is an incredibly gargantuan number of careless mistakes. which, has happened before, mind you. not failing maths, but the careless mistakes. grr.

same for chemmmm. i thought i was totally gonna fail chem this year but. but. HM. i didn't study til what, 2 hours before the chem test? and i just read through the handout with the 4 boxes she made us fill in and discussed abit with aiqing. and bing! chem test done with 26 out of 30. everyone hates me now. *is sad* i think. it's the graphic organiser. i mean, for hist i would do mind maps, and during the test when they'd ask about the money or sth in the indus civilisation, i would remember that money is in the top right hand corner. then i'd remember exactly what was in it. unfortunately, despite all that, i still did pretty badly for hist. XP

YES. just finished damn rs thing. if she says that it was not due, or we weren't supposed to do it i shall SLAUGHTER her. and to heck with brain gym. makes me amused more than anything else. wahahahahhaahhahaa. report was all on deductive reasoning. decartes' fave. the guy who invented the cartesian plane. mr ganesh kept reminding us of how decartes was like some child prodigy mathematician who thought that the whole word could be explained through algebra. right before our maths test too. thanks, mr ganesh. we certainly felt much better.

reminder - show qianling where to put reggie and where to take it. (damn i always thought that was like, common knowledge. i guess that's what happens when you hang out with yiwen and geet for two years. both secretaries. twas yiwen who first named the reggie "reggie" and from then on, i have called it that. muhahahahahhahahahaha!!!!)

and why am i like kellynn's gay partner or sth?? sheesh! wellllllll... TECHNICAALLYY i'm married to aruna and we have two kids. and i had four kids (including aruna O.o) from my previous marriage with deb tan. NOT THE PRINCIPAL. we divorced. HMM. ahaahhahhaa. i miss the whole mms family. so funnn. sigh.

have found nice story on fiction press! like finished 8 chappies last night!! so nice!!! :D:D:D *gets all excited*

violin playing - not improved. vows to tape self playing and see what i look like. vows to get violin from kimby, if available. also vows to play only when there are few people or there is no one around.

SWEPT FLOOR TODAY!!!!!! it was FILTHY. still had grass from TUESDAY. i think they're right man... i DO have a fetish for hygiene. so bree! i am SO nice!!!! to poor poor zach!!!! wahahahahahahahah!!!!!!

OMG. ss was TERRIBLE. it gets worse everytime. she's dropped the tight clothes (thank god) but has now switched to this awful clark kentish shirt, the type whatshisname always wears in smallville. yeesh. PLUS the HORRID jesus sandals. ewwwwww. like, BAD fashion sense, BAD BAD!!!! *dies* but. the worst today was her FACE. oh. my. GOD. like, wth??? she used so much damn powder with NO eyeliner or shadow or blusher. she looked like one of those weird geisha people, except in a funny shade of light brown with like, one flat shade of colour. ewwww. was like a WALL. you know, trees and wood and stuff, they have different shades in the appropriate pattern and everything. her's was like a good paint job, nice and even all around. even the eyelids were not forgotten. i was severely traumatised from the horrendousness of it all. and she was like, who's my ss rep? and i suddenly realised that I was her ss rep, and had just done a wonderful job (if i do say so myself) at decorating the ss board. grr.

aw crap. 10. 40. no time to read... hm. one chappy? just one??

muhahahahhahahahhaa.

whew

2005-02-27T13:58:00.000+08:00

have not touched com in two whole days.

arms ache. legs too. foot art has not washed off yet!

friday went for rj drama fest.

i now have a weird fear of lambs.

*has tremendous urge to "tickle me" big bird. XP*

had quick lunch, showed juliekoh clothes, stuffed them in locker. played lijia's violin and finished zuowen til 3.30. WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA. i declare myself mildly proficient at the violin. XP need more practice though. though finger length deficiency poses major problems. went down to see shirleytan. stood around in go with miss ong staring at staff photo. the go is HUGE. never realised it was that big. anyhoo. when shirleytan came out of the oehlers room to meet us it was rather amusing. you see the two teachers standing around her taking notes and answering questions and offering answers so enthusiastically! it's like, whoa. as if they're students and shirleytan is enunciating important chem notes to them or sth.

went to change. decided on heels and left slippers, uniform and shoes in school. went bishan. had thai express. went rj. watched plays. oh god i think engine was really bad but SOMEHOW they won best play. i mean, i spent the whole duration of the play either hitting my head on the table of burying my face in my palms to avoid seeing any more of it.

toy story was GOOD. go reuben! go hulin! wahahahhahahahaa. it's so god and jesus and prophet kinda thing.

saturday was basically friday cept on saturday instead. same set, same number of characters (thereabout) and of course, hadri as calamariah. ahahaahhaha!! vonbutch! went home at 11.

sat reached school at 6.50. sat around getting very bored. saw taysuchin come to school. decided to look for ongshu. saw her in the go. sat at pavillion and stoned. attempted to memorise more script. failed. read the poems on the cap board. ongshu came out and gave me another script to look at, cos there were yet more changes. ho ho ho. go figure.

aruna came. yhan too. umm. changed into funkky clothes! aruna's tops and miss han's skirts. *needs wardrobe upgrade* ran around school barefoot. then cchow came and gave us shoes. so wore shoes. then miss han saw and frowned, and told us not to wear shoes. so took them off. then later cchow said exchange skirts, to match hair accessories. miss han frowned, and said there was no need. oh but seriously. the way miss han told us not to wear shoes was like, eww fashion mistake kinda way. w/o shoes is funn. but it rained. so we did wet weather. came back down to do dry. it had stopped raining but the floor was so wetttt!!! and everyone had been stepping in it with their dirty shoes. and we were barefoot! in long skirts!

i KNOW you all LOVE my hair, stop staring at it. XP

after rehearsal, had another shirleytan talk, about how the whole thing is like a narrative, and that we're telling a story blah blah blah. then she proceed to butcher up the script and make it all formal like. SHEESH. instead of engaging our audience we are going to put them to SLEEP. to HECK with proper english, make it more funn!! like our corny joke plan, which was scrapped.

12++ went to block h for ld. changed into shorts and pe tee. sat around and had foot art. wahahahhahaha!! lintong, do more on tues!!! :D:D:D so funn. played games. when we were "caught in a flood" and climbed the chair/tree someone thought we were doing constantine. like, all clamber up and the highest person will grab the thing and smash a bottle against her heart. and then. did a cheerleader/surfer dude/security guard thing. wahahahahahhahahaha!! we were supposed to be gay but lintong didn't get the chance to mention that we were both girls. XP though technically dude would refer to guy. ah well.

rehearsed in hall. fun fun fun. did drum beats on red stage thingy. went down to start bbq. came to school in sandals but didn't wear them so walked around everywhere barefoot. which was fun. :D though horribly dirty. mryap popped by and helped start fire. seema came and revived it. OH. it was damn funny. seema ate kalpy's banana, and kalpy chased her round and round, screaming at the same time. wahahahahahahahhahahaa!!!!

washed grill. in sink. my apologies, photocopy shop aunty. the sink in the nearest toilet now has weird brown foam all over it. XP. decided to rinse grill in shower. got all wet. made bombs turn on the shower. got her all wet. MUAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! went home at 9.30. bathed. fell asleep.

today spent half the time in church with my eyes closed. arms now ache. unfinished tales still unfinished, but it's perfection has been marred. OH WOE IS ME!!!!!!!!!! narn i hin hurin has got to be the most tragic thing ever.

piano teacher coming later. grr. haven't practiced. go figure. OMG. are they gonna send us a new script??? or do we have to make the changes ourselves???? and what if i copy it on cue cards and there ARE changes?????? AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

CHEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*dies*

the day after yesterday

2005-02-24T22:33:00.000+08:00

my printer is being sluggish. GO PRINTER GO! JIA YOU! this must be the 91384th time i am printing a founder's day script, and my 32165468751321st copy and one of the 576843219 residing in my file.

URGH. must MEMORISE it. by SATTT. i am doom-ed.

yes kellynn, i KNOW i inspire poetry, no need to advertise it so shamelessly.

BUT you and your inexplicable falling down in carparks has JINXED me. i have now become more accident-prone. like how, SOMEHOW, i managed to fall down in the canteen and scrape my knee. a little. like, one side is scraped and the other is bruised. which is weird. cos the scraped one isn't bruised. and THEN. during ld a bunch of PLASTIC FLOWERS slipped from the table and landed PERFECTLY on my leg, stalk down, giving me a weird scratch. being a door is tiring. so is being a tree. over and over again.

URGH. i am bringing MILLIONS OF THINGS tomorrow. PLUS am using sling bag cos am going for play later and my bag MUST match my outfit! it is IMPERATIVE. and am bringing two pairs of shoes! my nice one, and slippers. gotta show juliekoh. argh. and a dress, a skirt and a blouse. i managed to stuff it all in one bag! :D:D

and yinling's pressie! i am SO proud of it!!! :D:D:D as you should know by now, i am artistically and photoshopically challenged. somehow i got the idea to get a sketchbook and stick jay chou all over it. :D and i DID. and it looks so pwetty!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i am so proud of myself. i like, cut and paste, and for my pathetic standards, it is tres bien! :D:D:D and as i was pasting one picture, i had this sense of deja vu (matrix!), like, a really long ago deja vu, cos the first time i stuck that picture was ages ago. (i feel like phoebe. like, "omg. this cat is my mother.") i remember thinking about the fact that though i'm not a jay fan, i'm still doing this cos my friend is a fan and this is for her. and today, i thought about thinking about that. hmm.

THANK YOU TWINNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! love ya! love the cd! *hugs. you, not the cd.* mom hates it though. go figure. she's the gold90 sort.

i FINISHED my ten bi3 yu4s! they are VERY crappy. whahahahahahahahhahahahaha!!! but at least i am DONE. *is proud of self*

AND. i think i won't fail chem this year! i mean, beginning of the year was like, "DAMN. am gonna fail chem." now it's, "it's not thaaatttt bad... was the test that hard? i kinda knew the answers. it wasn't an oh-my-god-i-never-heard-of-this kinda test. yeahh."

eek.

must... go... kayaking...
swim in the sea of
delocalised electrons
carry charge
cards i WISH
upon a star
with the moon
refuted "heavenly bodies are epitomes of perfection" theory
exam damn
MEDIA WHORE! ahahahhaa.
die die DIE COPERNICUS! wait...
for the door that shrinks and grows
on command
please be seated
snap snap snap
and a twig that's caught
in a long skirt
elegance, grace and
majesty, diminished by the arrival of
planes, flame
and honey of her hands
that scratch on and on due to the
cold and tissue, sneezes in my
cd!!!!! dh!!!!! when can i EVER get to watch
orlando bloom NOT get a pathetic role
model, tutoring, less-priviledged
baaaaadddd speelling and mesh tinsh.
LISAAAAAAAA! are you CHATTING again??
DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS???

it's a BLOG, mom.

the day before tomorrow

2005-02-22T21:42:00.000+08:00

am having trouble keeping eyes open.

rubbed my eyes during ld again. left contact misplaced itself. realised that when it a) hurt and b) everything looked slightly blurry. nearly panicked and thought that it would be like the last time when it went behind my eye and came out from the side, which apparently was a very freaky thing to see but i wouldn't know, i can't see my own eyes. after a minute of rapid blinking my contact slipped back into place, just in time for me to jump out and say, "WONDERLAND!" for the ten thousandth time.

thought i lost coin. was getting depressed and pouty in the car. then found it. then was happy again. ate a granola bar.

i am getting depressed and pouty more often. kellynn, qianling and aiqing can tell you more. like today, where i scared aiqing cos i was talking to myself. and i think i scared kellynn too. sorry dear! i can't stand it when i KNOW that i KNOW how to do the question, i just can't. it's so frustrating. and the fact that my maths is slowly but surely deteriorating doesn't help. the whole time while i was struggling with the question i kept saying, "STUPID maths. STUPID coordinate geometry. STUPID x. STUPID y. STUPID midpoint shit. STUPID p. STUPID parallelogram. STUPID 5. STUPID 15. GO AND DIE question 3." etc, over and over again. i felt better once i actually finished the question. kennethlui encouraging us not to finish the question made me want to strangle him.

like when i was doing ss or sth. was ranting to poor kellynn. like, "STUPID ss. STUPID teacher. STUPID financial and commercial development. stupid STUPID war and conflict. i feel like throwing something at you. ARGH." etc.

i know nothing of copernicus and galileo. whee!

SHITTTTTT. PHILLLLOOOOOOOO. can i just say i have to leave? like, well, i KNOW it's not 12.45 but... XP

camppppppppp. *swears* swim carn *swears* and where the heck is rj? *swears even more. feels like killing someone.* waitaminute. i KNOW where rj is. oh gods. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME? AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! *runs around the room screaming* be GLAD that you are not conversing with me on msn now.

*decides to sit in corner and pout. and hit wall*

22:00

2 hours til -

friday

2005-02-18T18:40:00.000+08:00

HM. all the things i wanted to blog about before when i had no time have been forgotten.

note to self: if the person isn't here, mark her absent. better than ms han coming up to you and telling you that she counts 5 people short and you say that everyone is here.

note to rest of class: call someone to tell them that you're not coming. saves me from having to a) change the reggie or b) do a little guessing game, "she's coming *plucks petal off*, she's not coming *plucks another one*"

pi was ok. hot. uncomfortable. but ok. founder's day rehearsal was ok too. umm. AHAHAHHAHAHAA. shall not disclose more.

i cannot believe that i am BORED. though it is more of a "i have things to do but can't be bothered" bored, than a "i have nothing to do" bored. SIGHH. piano later. whee. next week's piano would have to be postponed to the next day BUT the next day isn't free too SO must reschedule with piano teacher WHICH = no term break. grrr.

when's easter again?

PTS

2005-02-15T21:46:00.000+08:00

OKAY. HM. many things to blog about, a great many things. i laughed more than i have in a while today.

AHEM.

lit - mel ql doing thoughts after going wherever thing. joo qing doing maurice. pat finishing lament and doing handout. everyone send to her BY WED NIGHT 9 pm.

hist - bel joo qing doing research. send to mel. make own ppts, send to ql, who will send to mel. mel make script. byyyyy fri night. do and can present next week. pat presenter.

eng - joo war. qing conflict. ql iraq. mel israel/palestine. pat articles. others to find and give her. pat will make sense of it all. byyyyy not sure yet. UMM. research stuffies by fri night. i suppose articles by then too. so four-page thing can be over weekend. BUTTTTTTT. damn damn damn. sat flag day, cat class, dinner dad's friend's house i THINK.

chem - ARGH. umm. think of materials. try and discuss on thurs lunch OR after lit if yhan is going to take lunch. due week 9. good. very good.

ss - screwed. UM. talk about it tomr. maybe send mel and mel will collate and crap up some conclusion. BUT. do try make your own conclusions, yeah? UM. don't have to make a joint conclusion for those with 2 people doing it. the point of two people is to get more info/more relevant etc.

rs? rs? RS?????? ARGH. *impending headache*

DAMN. BBQ. like, TOTALLY FORGOT TO ASK PEOPLE. damn. are we screwed? yes we are screwed. damn damn damn. if i was constantine i'd be smoking a cigarette now.

the intense heat of the past few days is killing me. i get rashes or itches or whatever all over the place. and it's not getting better despite the fact that i PRE-EMPTED it and like smothered myself in hydrocortisone and powder and everything. and took zyrtec, which does not seem to help much. URGH. the fact that the air-conditioner swings nicely and JUST MISSES ME does not help. i end up SWELTERING during class. urgh. i'd rather be cold. AND. i might be developing a sore throat (the obs one never really went away i think) and i can't breathe properly through my nose. urghhh. plus i SOMEHOW managed to stretch my leg in the middle of the night and caused some strange thing to my calf muscle cos i was woken up by the pain. woken up from a really weird kinda nightmare. i think this should be a new category, cos i ALWAYS have dreams about school, and they're never pleasant, yet they aren't horrifying either. and for some strange reason, like the dream i had during obs about kellynn climbing over a tv for some godforsaken reason, there were loads of people in my dream, but the only one i remember after waking up is kellynn. again. sheesh. and now leg still aches weirdly. happened before. i had to stagger up the stairs with it the other time. urghh. urghhhhhhhh.

argh.

at least the computer keyboard is clean.

HM. um. OH. valentine's day

2005-02-14T20:59:00.000+08:00

yes. couldn't think of a title there.

my abstaining from fanfiction has resulted in a) lack of things to think about when daydreaming; b) more blogging and c) the intense urge to open up my favourites and CLICK ON IT. consequence b also leads to b(i) lack of titles for blog entries and perhaps b(ii)blog entries basically made up of nonsense cos i have nothing to say.

eh well. today was... ok. i was immensely sleepy the whole day. except maybe during chinese.

PHYS! wahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

some things i have learnt today (or sth like that)
- laser light is very bright
- the more mirrors there are, the harder to get accurate results
- reflection occurs in our every day lives.

at least we're not passing that up.

"and now we're going to play the new hit single by melissa lim - laser light is very bright, here on perfect ten 987 fm." WAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA.

thank you sarahp. you're such a NICE judge. we CHOPE you for future phys experiments.

lynette - denise [cos she looks so harrassed]
bree - mel [my obssession with cleaning the class keyboard and shrieking everytime one of them came too close to the lovely PERFECT set up of mirrors during phys]
susan - wanjoo [cos we said she looks like a susan]
huber - pat [cos she's funny]
edie - kellynn [cos she likes aragorn aka mike and only susan and edie want mike and since susan is taken...]
mary alice - aiqing [bloody mary. nuff said. and aiqing dealt with it really well when we told her that she was a dead narrator that talks like this *insert wanjoo's impersonation of mary alice*]
gabrielle - eugenia [cos. um. she's gabrielleish]
carlos - sarahseah [cos she's carlos ish. AND she sits next to gabrielle]
john - zhen [cos she sits on gabrielle's other side.]
bongo - sianying [cos she roars]
mike - fangxun [cos she's mikeish]
brandy - qianling [cos she's brandyish. though she isn't happy with the fact that eileen is allegedly her bf. or are they married already. but she's quite pleased that she broke up someone's marriage and stole the hubby]

and that (so far) is it. XP wahahahahahhahahahaa. the wisteria lane of 310. and mary alice will narrate it all.

chinese had inter-group thing. people were basically raising their hands and spouting nonsense about the butterfly lovers and rain and windows and leaves and ai qing (ai4 qing2, not ai4 qing1 XP).

LITTTTT. ENGGGGGGG. major brain overload. not good, especially when one is so sleepy. animal righttttssss!!!!!!!!! arghy. never EVER pick me for debate. as in, gimme a script, but don't expect me to argue properly for our cause unless it's obviously the right one. if not i'll get swayed and my arguement will digress and not make sense anymore.

philo. dull, as usual. who knew philo could be so DEAD. of course, a class is only as dead as the teacher. and our teacher was a real live zombie. maybe not live. but real. urgh. it's so bad, there really is no proper way to describe it. you gotta experience it. where it's all so lifeless we didn't even know we're supposed to be in groups until i decided to participate for fear of failing the stupid logic test and realised that he had put marks on the board for the question i answered. damn boring.

hey stranger. what did you do with the old you? /adelantefielmente says:
HAHAHAAH MEL!
hey stranger. what did you do with the old you? /adelantefielmente says:
i mean BREE!
hey stranger. what did you do with the old you? /adelantefielmente says:
you read the papers today!
"my hands and mouth are not big" the envy of wisteria lane says:
I WAS IN THE PAPERS!
"my hands and mouth are not big" the envy of wisteria lane says:
WAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA
"my hands and mouth are not big" the envy of wisteria lane says:
in a lilacky dress
hey, stranger. what happened to you. says:
WHAT!
hey, stranger. what happened to you. says:
which section!
hey, stranger. what happened to you. says:
OMG when its ten oclock REMIND ME.
"my hands and mouth are not big" the envy of wisteria lane says:
HM
"my hands and mouth are not big" the envy of wisteria lane says:
i wouldn't really know
"my hands and mouth are not big" the envy of wisteria lane says:
cos i'm taping it
"my hands and mouth are not big" the envy of wisteria lane says:
XP
"my hands and mouth are not big" the envy of wisteria lane says:
ahaha
"my hands and mouth are not big" the envy of wisteria lane says:
but i'll try
hey, stranger. what happened to you. says:
okay thanks !
hey, stranger. what happened to you. says:
WHICH SECTION.
hey, stranger. what happened to you. says:
and why are you in a lilacky dress!
"my hands and mouth are not big" the envy of wisteria lane says:
last page!!
"my hands and mouth are not big" the envy of wisteria lane says:
life!!
hey, stranger. what happened to you. says:
?????!!!!!!!!
hey, stranger. what happened to you. says:
OMGGGG?
hey, stranger. what happened to you. says:
{AIOWJDP(AYD A
hey, stranger. what happened to you. says:
-.-
hey, stranger. what happened to you. says:
...
hey, stranger. what happened to you. says:
-__________________-
hey, stranger. what happened to you. says:
...
hey, stranger. what happened to you. says:
...
hey, stranger. what happened to you. says:
...
hey, stranger. what happened to you. says:
..
"my hands and mouth are not big" the envy of wisteria lane says:
whatttt
hey, stranger. what happened to you. says:
CHEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. !
"my hands and mouth are not big" the envy of wisteria lane says:
i AM okay
hey, stranger. what happened to you. says:
CHEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
"my hands and mouth are not big" the envy of wisteria lane says:
thought what
hey, stranger. what happened to you. says:
its a WHITE DRESS !
hey, stranger. what happened to you. says:
CHEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.
hey, stranger. what happened to you. says:
i thought what ! hahahaha
"my hands and mouth are not big" the envy of wisteria lane says:
they put lilacky in the description!
"my hands and mouth are not big" the envy of wisteria lane says:
what DID you think?
hey, stranger. what happened to you. says:
i thought you were in there !
hey, stranger. what happened to you. says:
as in, the singaporean rgs girl you.

wahahahahahahhahahaaha. so funn.

urgh. am NOT good at self-promotion.

kellynn khor jia ning do NOT mention ANYTHING reMOTELY to do with double chin, wind ninjas or power rangers unless you want my blood pressure to rise to dangerously high levels, resulting in my early death. or my suicide at hearing those terrible terrible words, and the devastation caused by it. the SAME THING happens when i hear stupid mindless songs. like the one the lit teacher played on the com during class. i was severely traumatised. spent most of the time with my ears covered, screaming or humming an insane tune to myself. if you wanna drive me mad, put me in a cell with no way out and stupid brainless tunes playing on the sound system. i'd have run into a wall and killed myself within 24 hours.

flipping the ring is immensely fun. especially during boring lessons. like phys.

panic

2005-02-13T21:37:00.000+08:00

coin-flipping really is quite fun.

omG QIANNI! never, EVER do that to me again! EVER. good GRIEF. i could have had a heart attack and DIED for crying out loud. geez.

and i feel deprived. read cosmopolitan halfway before we had to leave. like, AWWWWWWW!!!!! quite an interesting mag. and some pages are... ahem. cough cough. BUT nice nevertheless. better than style anyway. her world isn't all bad either. WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA. it's fun to read after dinner.

AND. got a BOOK today. kissing the rain by kevin brooks. remember how i'd always rave about lucas by some brooks guy? YEAH. just realised that his name is kevin.

books i have but have yet to read:
unfinished tales - tolkien
the amulet of sarmakand (or sth like that) - jonathan stroud
a crack in the line - i have no idea who
kissing the rain - kevin brooks
the king of torts - UM. HM. john grisham? aunt's book

books i want to read, in some kind of order:
silmarillion - almost done!! now at akallabeth. ar-phazaron or whatever his name is is gonna ATTACK VALINOR. i think.
unfinished tales, which i bought AGES AGO, and left under my bed, forgotten til i dug out book the tenth, which was also under there.
MAYBE lotr all over again, like, you know, some kind of sequence but it's gonna take FOREVER.
HM. king of torts? so i can return it and try the sky is falling. you know, it seems to be a general opinion among my relatives that king of torts is better than the sky is falling. hm.
then. UM. a crack in the line - oldest in the sense that i bought it the earliest.
then kissing the rain
then amulet of sarma-whatever cos it's a trilogy and i wanna keep it continuous.

i hardly commit to series cos, well, then i'm obligated to read the next installment. OMG. i have a fear of commitment! OKAAAAYYYYY too much her world and female and whatever. YES.

books i am waiting for or want to get or just read:
book the twelfth - lemony snicket. OMG the movie version of the book is so cute! wahahhahaa.
elder - christopher paolini. WAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAA. i STILL remember his name. i was repeating it to myself in the car once, in case i got the chance to go to a bookstore. i was like, "eh-ra-gone"? sounds like aragorn. HM.
his dark materials - saw it today. fell in LOVE. it's BEE-YOO-TI-FULLLLLLL!!!!! it's pretty and black and with a little ribbon as a bookmark! but it's what, 70 bucks? 80? yeahh. *is sad*
candy - kevin brooks. what can i say. i'm a sucker for depressing thought-provoking stories. depressing and thought-provoking. not that it provokes depressing thoughts. then again if it's depressing means it must have provoked depressing thoughts, right? damn. i'm confused.
all robert cormier books. i feel so deprived. our school library is deprived. it is also deprived of my presence cos i long dismissed it as pathetic and never went there again.
HM. all the nice books i see in kino and am dying to read. boy meets girl by meg cabot seems cute.

and i have been deceived all my life! (btw rotk ex ed dvd is $79.90 plus 10% discount at kino IF i am not wrong.) i read jenny caroll's book when lightning strikes. AND. i heard of meg cabot. and i thought, oh MAN. princess diaries? come on. jenny is so different! so. serious. mature-like. and THEN. i find out that meg cabot is writing as jenny caroll (double l? r? whatever) and i was like, oh MAN is the 1800-where-r-u series gonna start sounding like princess diaries? and THEN. i discovered that meg cabot IS jenny caroll! HORRORS. but yes. now i have gotten over the initial shock, but am probably never gonna read meg cabot again.

have given up trying to figure out exactly how many days there are left in lent. cos i STILL don't know if we're counting from wed or fri. but jenan seems to think fri. but it doesn't work out cos if it's fri then the 40th day will not be a sunday. AH WELL. ANYHOO. i have not read a single word of fanfiction since yesterday! WOOT!!! i am so proud of myself.

never ask me maths questions at night. especially when i do not have the ws in question. i just got poor joo all confused over variation. BE WARNED. in fact, i get confused during the day too. SO. if you ask me a maths question, watch me do it, and DON'T TAKE WHAT I DO OR SAY AS THE GOSPEL TRUTH. question me. if it looks weird it's probably cos i made a mistake somewhere. if you point out the mistake, a) you get the right answer, and b) so do i. SO. a win win situation.

the night we didnt sleep; and talked about thestars thedarkness life death friendship dreams/us says:
roux! pere henri!!!!! the envy of wisteria lane appears to be offline and may not reply

roux! pere henri!!!!! the envy of wisteria lane says:
O.o

roux! pere henri!!!!! the envy of wisteria lane says:
whoa

roux! pere henri!!!!! the envy of wisteria lane says:
weird

roux! pere henri!!!!! the envy of wisteria lane says:
so what, i;m offline AND talking to you?

the night we didnt sleep; and talked about thestars thedarkness life death friendship dreams/us says:
YEH!

roux! pere henri!!!!! the envy of wisteria lane says:
weird

roux! pere henri!!!!! the envy of wisteria lane says:
freaky

the night we didnt sleep; and talked about thestars thedarkness life death friendship dreams/us says:
teh yellow offline thingy is still up there !

roux! pere henri!!!!! the envy of wisteria lane says:
O.O

roux! pere henri!!!!! the envy of wisteria lane says:
WHOA.

the night we didnt sleep; and talked about thestars thedarkness life death friendship dreams/us says:
freaky sunday !

darn right it is.

lent

2005-02-12T21:34:00.000+08:00

aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

for cat class today. we declared our lenten sacrifices. and for me it was a tossup between movies and fanfic but but but i HAVE to watch finding neverland! and dh!!!!!!!

maybe if i just avoid ra ones. and slash ones. like, stick to ummmmm g-pg13. and. and. non-angst! yeah. yeah.

and omg. dad's friends give me more money than my distant relatives. WOOT!!!!!!!! ten bucks each from 5 of them PLUS 20 in the last one!!!!!!!!!!!! oh. and piano teacher gave six. expected. AND. i can play hello on the piano. :D:D:D well. sorta. gotta go listen again. and add in more bits. YAY. next up - that superman song by five for fighting. hm. hm. needs work.

god. the HEAT is making me itch all over. urgh. applying hydrocortisone in huge amounts seems to have no effect whatsoever.

chocolat!!!!!!!!!!!!! nice nice nice movie. pere henri!!!!!!!!!!! you know in this film i could almost prefer pere henri to johnny depp. the big eyes that just scream, "i'm cute and confused! hug me!" he is SCHO SCHWEET. and after watching chocolat again after erin brockovich, i realise that they both have this part where the female lead is sad, and crying or what not (erin loses her job, vianne is devastated cos she realises what a terrible mom she is) and the long-haired love interest comes and brings his head to her level (erin is sitting on a bed, biker dude kneels down. vianne is lying on a bed, johnny sits up) and they indulge in some really passionate smooching. AND THEN TO BED. WAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAA. and biker dude is HAIRY. reminds me of those arwen aragorn (tree? of all things a TREE? good thing arwen doesn't mean noble i dunno cloud or sth. OH. ELENA your name is elvish [quenya sindarin? don't remember] for "of the stars" or something like that) moments, you know? where arwen kisses aragorn and the first words that come unbidden from my lips are "SHAVE goddamnit SHAVE!!!!!!!!!!"

and i am using the mouse with my left hand so i can play with the coin with my right. i must be obssessed. but it gives me a neckache. which is weird. HM.

mom can't seem to find dettol spray for keyboard. sis suggested piano keyboard cleaner. well then you'd get a really shiny and slippery keyboard that's all i can say. SO. mom says use wet wipes. and i can use my brush thing! on monday!!!! i shall force somebody to take attendance for me! and i shall attack the keyboard with wet wipes!! yay!!!!!! de-germinated at last!!!!!

cny

2005-02-11T09:35:00.000+08:00

this not sweeping the floor thing is getting on my nerves. and making me sneeze. and i just realised i had cleaned the keyboard AND swept the dust onto the floor. go me.

the only reason why i am blogging now instead of watching desperate housewives is that just as i was going to turn on the tv i noticed something.

my dad's car was still in the driveway.

i have no idea how i missed seeing that.

then again maybe i do.

SO i went upstairs to find that my dad was STILL SLEEPING. which MEANS, that i cannot watch dh until he decides to wake up and go to work. GASP. what if he's not going to???? *panics* oh horrors.

i had a dream last night where someone told me that dh really WAS m18. *shudders*

i must gripe about channel 5. and central.

was watching xmen yesterday (the 3pm one was one of my FAAVOURITE episodes!!!!!!! *vows to watch it again and again today* and blind alley! [if i'm not wrong that IS the title] nice nice nice nice nice!) when there was the mother of all stupid adverts - the WIND NINJAS!!!!!!!!! it was so badly done that for the first few seconds of the ad i thought it was one of those stupid ones about the lousy toy cars and such they sell at isetan. but nooooooooooo, it was three preteen looking kids with GIANT WATCHES. who are the last of the WIND NINJAS. and suddenly this giant gust of wind from their equally gargantuan watches burst forth to prove their point. the three kids then jump forth in a nice triangular formation and rip off their civilian clothing (as in seriously, right hand reach towards left hip and pull to up above right shoulder. bing! all clothes miraculously disappear!) to reveal, *gasp* UGLY JUMPSUITS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! not that i have anything in particular against jumpsuits, i mean, kill bill was fine (when uma wore it, not the bruce lee one i saw a pic of once. gave me nightmares.) but this is unacceptable. the three kids each have their own colour, red, yellow or blue!!!!!!!!!!!! and a weird helmet thingy to boot! AND. you hear this all supreme voice and you think, ooh, leader guy, must be someone REMOTELY like arnie or even yoda. but guess what? it's a HAMSTER. yes you got it. a little brown and white HAMSTER in a BATHROBE giving ORDERS to the wind ninja people and naming them "the last of the whatchamacallits". and THEN. to reveal their foes! six people who do not look reMOTEly like evil villains standing in the middle of a field with an obviously fake sky. they look like six people with really bad makeup and special effects. yeesh. this is WORSE than superman the other day. (OH. the young superman face reminded me of frodo. the "sam!" look or sth.) and finally the advert ends, leaving me rolling around on the floor in uncontrollable laughter. the kids central announcer guy's fake drama voice does NOT help.

and then. oh gods and then. they have an ad for a singapore production called DOUBLE CHIN. i was like, what on EARTH were they thinking? what kind of a name is double chin??????? the first thing you hear is the matrix music. and NICE music too. getting the soundtrack was always a little thing residing in the back of my head. anyhoo. you see the hero of the story, some girl, on a bus. this person in black offers her two earpieces - the red one, or the blue one. OH GODS. and THEn. she is transported into this, this world where everything is slightly hazy in an attempt to show the unrealness of it all. unfortunately, it was so unreal that instead of looking like she was in the matrix, the main character looked like she was on stage in a recording studio. seriously. and suddenly, everyone is wearing... you guessed it! trenchcoats and sunglasses!!!!!!!!!! and out from a door pop two identical women dressed in white and wearing... right again!!!!!!!! sunglasses!! and some overenthusiastic character (i.e. too gosh darn OLD to be putting on a voice like that) said something about, " now it is time for you to meet - the oracle" and enter stage right a woman who looks like a hippie and dresses like a 70s disco queen, in the most HORRIFIC of luminous green and sparkly clothes, with glasses to match! and the overly dramatic voice of the kids central announcer guy says, "is *insert name of main girl character, i have no idea what she's called* really THE ONE? or is it just another evil scheme from nemesis?" nemesis?????? NEMESIS?????????? come ON. naming your enemy NEMESIS. WOW. where'd you learn that? creativity 101??? heLLO???? and the award for most UNoriginal name goes to... NEMESIS! shEESH. gods. what is the world coming to. this whole episode would be really funny if they were doing it for you to laugh at, as in a spoof, BUT the characters were DEAD SERIOUS. it was like a matter of life and death or something. i bet that at the end of the episode the girl is gonna go back and tell her friends about her adventure and they are all going to be appropriately horrified and thankful that NEMESIS didn't manage to stop Girl Character from getting back to school in time to take her maths test.

and you see the ever perky kim wakerman in "kids central scoop!" where she says "wishing you a very happy lunear new year! gong xi fa cai!" no that was not a typo. she really said "lunear". and kim, compromising proper pronunciation for overenthusiasm? urgh. have to RESIST the overpowering URGE to correct her.

and after the harrowing experience of seeing those ads, i switch to channel 5 and to my utmost horror, they've learnt from kids central! they're showing power rangers, the MOVIE. GODS. by ERU. of all the godforsaken shows they HAVE to show this one. i started screaming and buried my face in the sofa. PLUS i was in my grandma's house with a plethora of other relatives. but escaping the horror of the p-word comes first. my uncle now knows that yes, we really can scream.

please. with all those stupid s'pore based productions (police and thief? even pck is losing it's appeal. if it had any in the first place. watching that thing puts me off. same goes for living with lydia. i tried the first episode of like my own, but gave up after a while. florence chan's ang moh accent is not something i wanna hear week after week and the over dramatised plot does nothing for my sanity. i shall never forget the really shaky camerawork in the scene where what's his name is in the pool. *shudders*) AND lousy b-grade (b? who'm i kidding.) movies that no one has ever heard of, it's no wonder that i'd rather spend more time on cable, with friends and csi and american idol in primetime slots. even disney channel ain't bad! i mean, i get the chance to watch finding nemo over and over again. okay, maybe it's not that great but hey, at least the movies there are more... recent. rather than something dug out of the trash from 20 years ago. what, rat race? i bet whoopi goldberg looks back on that film which MUST have been done at LEAST in 1990 for all the visual quality it gives and says, "oh god did i really do that? eck." hello? holiday special = dennis the menace???? ? ? that's all i can say. "?". i am shocked speechless. okay you know FINE, at least we've got dh and the amazing race and bachelor and simple life and csi *squeals* and ami. and every now and then we're treated to something big like black hawk down or pearl harbour. OH. MULAN. that was like, what, 1996? and it's only the tv premiere NOW? ah well. at least shrek didn't take too long. and yes. i cannot STAND it when they split a 3 hour movie over two days. the number of ads also multiplies PLUS i have to use two discs to record it. unless i compromise quality and go for all in one disc but with this really grainy effect.

black hawk down!!! erin brokovich (how'd you spell that?) sounds interesting. since u been gone on the radio! :D nice song. terrible video. must bring ttt docu. must bring dettol spray. must bring rag. and little brush thing. yes. class computer, FEAR MY WRATH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ah. daughters by john mayer. i think. unless it was jason mraz. hmmmmm. anyhoo. i've always thought the lyrics were weird.

"mothers be good to your daughters
*and i have no idea what this line is*
girls become lovers, and turn into mothers
so mothers be good to your daughters too"

what?? what??? so. your mom should be NICE to you just cos you're gonna grow up and have sex and up the br in singapore? wow. if only it applied to everyone.

to your dictator of a teacher: "you can't hurt me! if you hurt me too bad physically, i can't have sex and that will not help singapore's dropping br! if you hurt me emotionally, i may never dare to get to close to a guy and we'll never have sex and the br will keep dropping anyway! so you might as well gimme a 4.0 gpa and leave it at that. *smiles sweetly*"

or

on the streets: "hey hey HEY. don't you dare rob me! baby-producing capacity over here! OI! lemme have that cab! why? why? cos i can produce kids, that's why! now shove off!"

isn't that nice? the feminist movement will be taken to a whole new level.

OH. won money in blackjack yesterday. but considering my luck, i didn't win alot. ahahaha. i haven't had a black jack OR anything reMOTELY like that since, since last year! i'm a sad case. my life is sad.

hmm. if i take the half-breed angels and demons concept and plonk it into a story is that considered fanfic? cos it involves none of the characters. *wonders* "i seem to be wondering alot lately. i wonder" "wonderland... wonderland..."

i am a coin-flipping addict.

constantine

2005-02-09T13:32:00.000+08:00

CONSTANTINE. wahahahhahaha. i just love saying that.

and my blog entry DISAPPEARED. they happily decided to tell me that they couldn't find the server. i shall not retype it. grr.

BUT. i shall mention the fact that i am overcome with devastation because there was actually something AFTER the credits!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and i didn't know until i read the papers today!!!!!!!!! *sobs* ah WELL. i shall get the vcd. XP

happy cny everyone. if you have excess money, i'm open for donations.

there'll be SUN

2005-02-02T20:26:00.000+08:00

the sun'll be out, TOMORROW!
bet your bottom dollar that tomoRROW!
there'll be SUN!!!!

it's stuck in my head. i sang it all through dinner. and did a funny hand action for the word sun. and laughed. for no reason. omg it IS true! i DO laugh for no reason! and it runs in the family. my sis picked up the box of pineapple tarts and started dancing with it, then told my mom to get the camera. which my mom did not do. my mom DOES do ridiculous things at times, though she is in denial. i shall KEEP WATCH. she says the madness only runs in the lim side of the family. chee.

OOH. poems deep and dangerous is NICE. i like this one.

the dying airman

a handsome young airman lay dying,
and as on the aerodrome he lay,
to the mechanics who round him came sighing,
these last dying words he did say:

"take the cylinders out of my kidneys,
the connecting-rod out of my brain,
take the cam-shaft from out of my backbone,
and assemble the engine again."

anoymous

SO nice. XP

AND. AND. CHEM. grrrrr... gave us a worksheet yesterday and told us to go home and read it and draw the table and whatever crap and i DID. only to discover that my table was missing a few elements but that was ok. THEN. went to lab after recess thinking we were late cos she wanted us to be early and what not. turns out another class was using and we had to wait for them anyway. finally went in. started experiment. had to melt salt but the test tube was wet in the first place. SO. the damn salt just happily dissolved in the water as soon as we put it in. in the end we had to wash out the tube and shake it continuously (i even tried getting the water to evaporate by putting the test tube over the flame) to get the water out. grr. in the end we still don't know if the sand really melted, or it dissolved in water. and the CYCLOHEXANE. ARGH. like, it said in a 50ml beaker. soooo... seeing as there were no other numbers, i took it to mean 50ml of cyclohexane plus whatever substance we're using. and THEN. i get INTERROGATED my her. i asked if we could get the cyclohexane out of the big bottle. she asked what i needed it for. i told her the 50ml thing. she said, "did they say 50ml?" and i said yes. and she checked. and she said, "it says 50ml beaker." and i replied, "and i assumed that it meant 50ml, hence the need for a 50ml beaker." and she said, "nooooooooooo." in that annoying lilting way. and i said, "sooo... it can be any amount?" "what do you think?" she asked in that evil little voice that screamed, "get out of my sight you brainless scum (i have to resist the urge to say "scum of sauron" XP). you are supposed to be born with all that knowledge because you are in the freakin RP. you are supposed to read all your books at home and hopefully TRY to pass all my little pre-tests and if you fail it's RETEST for you, even though it's OBVIOUS that if you don't know something, retesting is NOT going to help you - i don't CARE. ask stupid questions because i don't explain anything, and you get my spit in your face. get LOST, damnit, so i can play on the computer and insult your classmates." so.

it's official. i hate her.

like what the hell a one and a half hour experiment in one hour? PLUS the other class finished late AND we have to rush down for cle? yeah. SO feasible. don't mind if we rush to pass up CRAP because we're just so full of bullshit it all needs to end up somewhere so why not your desk? it matches your DRESS SENSE. nice. really nice. and tomorrow she'll probably come and like, "look i'm SORRY i made you do it in one hour but i DID tell you to read through it at home. no, i'm not going to mark your papers anyway so don't attempt to pass it up to me now. let's get on with metallic bonding."

ok, fine, cut her some slack i mean she CAN be nice. like yesterday. stories about her past, interesting things that happened to her, depleting brain cells, etc. it was fun. i actually paid attention, rather than drifting off to sleep. yeah. and letting us eat in class etc. BUT. when she gets SARCASTIC. it is UNPLEASANT. i have to reSIST the ever increasing urge to say something just as bad or worse in return. GEEZ. or like, "DAMN my cyclohexane got all over your dress, maybe lighting this lighter will help you..." wahahhahaa. my overactive imagination.

but still. urgh. no matter how hard i try i think i'm still gonna end up looking at her sneering down at me and saying, "what do you think?" i mean, i actually went through the trouble to read the notes AND draw a pretty table which i had to redraw during recess cos it was wrong. i actually went through the trouble of asking her about step six. but nooooooooooo... we're still these imbiciles who are subject to the inhumane torture of rushed chem experiments.

BLACK HAWK DOWN. OMG. was watching desperate housewives and csi, which i taped. AND. there was this movie thing behind. AND. they had orlando bloom!!!!!!! *squeals. jumps up and down. resists the urge to go watch it again* sighhhhhhh. :D he was doing pushups, and this guy in the background was bothering him, so he got up and whacked the guy back. wahahahahahhaa. and how can he break up with kate? i am distressed. it's like brad and jen all over again. AND. i saw johnny depp quote. squealed again. WAHAHHAHAA. i remember the really small picture i saw of brad pitt. except it was tiny, and i couldn't really tell it was him so i was all, waitaminute i KNOW this one! ummm...... and my sis was like, "OH BRAD PITT!" and i was like, "damnit."

and you know what. i watched half of despo housewives yesterday before my mom came home. and i saw the gardener part. omG he is so sweet!!!!!! awwwwwww... the rose.... XP and my dad knows that i know about the gardener from reading the transcript. so this morning on the way to school dad saw neighbour jogging. and i was like, where? and he said we passed her already but she jogs every morning at 6.30am, with some young man. and i was like, son? and dad said no. so i thought of dh and said gardener? and dad burst out laughing. it's not often i make my dad laugh like that you know. so. XP and he said it's probably a physical trainer or whatever.

OH. OH. PE. weishan qianni and i were walking on the track, but the people behind had already started running, so we did too. and we ran and i needed to pee and we were laughing which does not help at all when one is running and in need of a pee party. weishan said that she was lactose-intolerant once every few months. qianni said that her cousin or sth drank three cartons of milk a day and now she's not all that thin. SO. told weishan that she didn't need to drink milk, she was fat enough already. and she started whacking me, which made me laugh, which is also not good for a person in need of a pee. was running second round when saw kellynn and company cutting across the basketball courts. CHEAT! XP ahaha. BUT. we reached there FIRST anyway. so there. :D and. and. weishan and i needed to pee (weishan will testify to the fact that the need to pee is contagious) so we RAN the last stretch leaving qianni who had already peed earlier behind, and we ran past lindalim telling her that we needed to pee and slowed to a walk before we got to the toilet. wahahahhahaha. was FUN.

darn. now i need to pee. and my sis is pestering me for the com. SIGHHHH. and i didn't watch american idol cos i realise that while people find it extremely amusing, i can only cock one eyebrow and stare. so. there is no point.

nicole kidman!

2005-01-31T21:14:00.000+08:00

i wanna be nicole kidman. my (now not so) secret fantasy. cos she's so pretty! and rich! and a good actress! i love her eyes! did you see the papers? did you? the nice nice pic! it is now in my lit journal. :D

is my ear peeling??? it like, itches abit. hmm. and i can't see it. and my mom says it isn't. but like i can't remember who today said that it is! *scratches ear* damn. i feel like a dog. sheesh.

i get absolutely no mosquito bites at obs then BOOM. when i come back i get attacked by all the mosquitoes who must have been thirsting for my sweet sweet blood the five days i was away. i ITCH all over. it's terrible. there's one on my elbow and if i'm not careful i'm gonna end up scratching the little scab i got from my magically healing wound off. now i'm already tempted to pluck the scab off my thumb. *stares avidly*

OMG. PHYSICS. the DAMN GRAPH. damnit. you know what. i'll just do it in school. like, during maths or sth. UNLESS i do my maths assignment during maths. hm.

HISTORY. PASCAL BLAISE or whatever his name is. we have like, zero research. i don't even know what he did. just the name.

i feel like such a traitor to my religion. like, "there's a passage in the bible that says the earth is unmovable" and i'm like, "where? where? seriouss...." and i don't know about it. or the "i am nothing" one. i remember in what, p5? i read halfway through genesis and gave up. the tiny print and strange abstract ideas don't really encourage me to continue. i'll just sit through cat class and try to absorb something. at LEAST they're not making us grope around blindly searching for group mates. that'll be like, EW! SERIOUS MOLESTATION!!! GET AWAY FROM ME!!!! TAKE THE DAMN BLINDFOLD OFF!!! etc. ah WELL.

do we get a cny break? like, you know, one cat class, then a break for the 12th, then cat again... XP

philo was DAMN boring. like, "ok girls. let's play a game. you will be divided into... *counts slowly* ...three groups. ok? *silence* ok. all you need to do is get 5 questions correct that form a row. like this. then you win. ok? *silence* ok. group a you start first." all in the same dead tone. like, what, funeral speaker. they should hire him to read out whatever eulogies they have for the poor dead person. or like, he could be... i KNOW! the lurch guy from the addams family! i mean, except for the fact that he looks nothing like that they're exactly the same! wait. that didn't sound right. but YEAH. at least, you know, josephtoh is more, hm, animated. like, you suggest an answer, and he will say, "yes that's true. but it could also mean something else, right? who knows the answer?" and then he proceeds to get people to volunteer or he gives a hint. i mean, during his class we had DISCUSSION (dishcushion. XP), rather than a one sided thinking thing. like GEEZ. THANKS teach i feel SO INVOLVED. i have suddenly developed this HUGE passion for philo! THANKS MAN. sheesh. i'd rather josephtoh, anytime. and what's the point of the stupid bingo game? bingo doesn't work like that! i mean, this way, the group that starts first wins, cos they got first shot at the board, and they choose their own numbers! like, eh wot? you know what i mean? after a while we just GAVE UP and started choosing the easy ones and getting random spots on the board. SHEESH. one hour LATE getting home and this is what i get. just not worth it.

founder's day rehearsal was more of a chat session. we had this paper with the goh's biodata or whatever. and since she wasn't married, on the back page they had this like, blank for kids' names and stuff SO we got bored and SO we started writing in the boxes! and we wrote names of really hot stars like... JOHNNY DEPP!!! or ORLANDO BLOOM!!!!! and SEAN BIGGERSTAFF!!! (biggerstaff. bigger staff. staff. bigger. geet didn't get it. neither did miss wu. wahahahahahhaa.) and COLIN FARRELL!!!! (farell? farrel? whatever. he's hot, and we'll leave it at that. XP) wahahahhahahaa. and they played she will be loved and there was SOMETHING wrong with the chords, just couldn't figure out what. MISS WU. NEVER LEARN LYRICS. TSK. LET ME GIVE YOU TUITION. WAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAA. like, "and now we present, the wonderful teacher's band!!! oh. and miss wu." WAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAA!!!! and she POUTED. ACT CUTE ARH... so terrible. tsky tsky. wahahahahahhahahahahaaha. we were testing her with all those black magic kinda things, the seemingly-random-but-oh-so-obvious-if-you-don't-think-too-hard tricks. and she didn't know how to do it! and she laughed this funny laugh. and we laughed at her laugh. and she said, "what. you want me to go *clutches face in mock horror* 'OH MY GOD' is it." WAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAAHHAA!!!

DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES!!!!! i am TAPING IT. under my mom's NOSE. WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA! i am so DEVIOUS!!!!! PRAISE ME!!!!!! XP YES!!!! if the stupid recorder decides (dechidesh. wahahahaa) to FAIL on me i shall just DIE. THEN i shall throw things around the house. i would throw the recorder but i still need to tape csi. SO.

*scratches various itchy spots* geez.

naam karkel!

2005-01-30T16:56:00.000+08:00

i am bahck from obesh! but i wiss i wash shtill there! ok. enough with the weird accent.

i woke up yesterday going like, "darn it, didn't hear kellynn's watch. waitaminute... where is kellynn?" then i REALISED that i PROBABLY never will be able to wake up in a tent on hard ground to the sound of her watch ever again. :( WAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

before you go it's like, "DAMNIT obs! can i not go?" but now it's like, "DAMNIT last day! can i stay here forever?" yeah.

lakshmi: MAN. with you for TWO years and i can't believe i didn't realise how utterly SCANDALOUS you are! what with the jerrycan and all. AND. TSK. how DARE you say such things about me. tsk. how a little estrogen-charged talk in a tent at night can result in such things.

seleena: don't spill don't spill! what a way to recognise me. wahahahhahahahhaa! thanks for washing our pots and having this inane ability to pour soup into mess tins without spilling a drop, despite my frantic screeching. XP

sarah: we borrowed your poncho for a pee party and were wondering if you would take it back so readily if you had known why we wanted to borrow it! wahahahahaha. your knot-tying expertise was in great demand during the rafting thingo. and i can tie a nice cross square knotty thing! maybe i should join guides! whee!

priya: i am SORRY for spraying water all over you! i have bad control over the hose thing. this proves it. i shall not make it as a gardener. there goes my number one career choice. XP

eileen: goodness. when i first saw you i never imagined you were the washing type. now i know better, having seen you scrub the same mess tin over and over again. XP and crashing into trees! damn funny. i mean, you just cruise into it time and again. waahhahahahahahahaha. XP

kexin: wahahhahaa. you and eileen ahh..... always crashing into us. like some evil duo man... bent on hitting us off course. XP

june: yeahh... i always thought you were really quiet. aw. i suddenly feel like giving you a hug. *hugs*

nurul: your thumb better? wahahahahhahaha. the way you laugh makes me laugh! and i wish i could go obs twice too... XP thanks for always helping out, even though you were under strict orders not to get your thumb wet. XP

weiSAN: yesh? what about the mesh tinsh? and the shunshweet shunshweet shitting shyshtem? and shitting on the bush? wahahahhahaaa. being new doeshn't matter, weisan, we all lub you anyway. :D

qianni: wah. you cannot be so tall. *feels incredible height deficiency* nevermind. i'm still taller than kellynn. hm. suddenly i am out of words to say. OH. OH. do you sleep on your side? cos then you are a SLEEPING BEAUTY. LIKE ME. as kellynn happily pointed out. it's in the papers you know. people who sleep on their side are called sleeping beauties. the purple sunblock! that turned the floor of mph purple!! ahahaha. sorry if i whacked you in my sleep. must be all my unexpressed inner frustration and anger coming out in my sleep. WAHAHAHAHAHAHAA. or it could also be the coconut. XP

kellynn: it's ok. thumbs were made to be skinned on decklines. which, for some reason i keep thinking is called a drawstring. i was like, "hold the drawstring! hold the drawstring!" and they just stared. you should take geog you know. "we're going the right way." "how'd you know?" "we're going uphill." *is severely confused* "see the contour lines?" O.o yeah. my dear dear girl. no slash at all? unbelievable. and YES. orli IS trying too hard to be aragorn. SHEESH. it looks REPULSIVE.

i itch all over. not from bites or anything. just random itchness. AFTER obs. sheesh.

dave the barbarian in 15 minutes.

just wanna let magellan know that naam karkel and that i love all of you. *hugs* XP

i need to kayak.

of choking and multipurpose wetwipes

2005-01-23T20:21:00.000+08:00

today. during dinner. my sister nearly KILLED me by making me laugh while i was drinking. it was either choke to death on the soup, or spit it out onto the dining table. my mom anticipated this and had moved away from the table already. it was a rather wanjoo-and-pat's-joke-in-class moment, where i had to rush to the toilet to spit into the sink then cough violently. grr.

sheesh. she is out to KILL me. she does it all the time. urgh. and she acts all innocent about it.

ARGH. i had this GRAND PLAN to tape desperate housewives and get my sis to tape csi BUT. BUT. i made the mistake of mentioning it during dinner. AND. AND. my parents have EXPRESSLY FORBID me from watching it. chee. AND. i wanted to be sneaky about it and set the recorder for tomorrow anyway and trust that my sis would tape csi for me BUT. BUT. my mom was watching me AND. AND. she NOTICED that the date said 24th of jan instead of 25th! WAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! oh woe is me. oh cruel cruel world. who can tape desperate housewives for me? i am desperate to watch it! and if it's on a dvd or vcd all the better! cos i can't play video tapes!

sianying. what thoughts. WHAT THOUGHTS. if you so much as lift a FINGER towards me during obs, especially if that finger conceals a bug i shall SQUASH YOU!!!!! LIKE FANG DOES TO INSECTS! IN DAVE THE BARBARIAN! WHICH NOBODY WATCHES EXCEPT ME! i am such a sad case. :( but OH. PLEASE. NO INSECTS. if i had an old magazine and plenty of space to run to and a maid to clean up the poor insect and the bloody mess it left behind then i'd be ok. but there is no space left in the bag which i had to have my mom pack for me cos she is the expert packer of things. i'll probably unpack it to put everything in whatever haversack they give us and not be able to put everything back! i'll need TWO haversacks! i don't even know if i'm spelling that right! and! and! i hate fanfics that have me reading it for months cos the author updates once every 5 weeks, then tell me that they're not gonna continue it anymore! and! cjb.net has too many pop ups! i need a popup blocker! but it will probably screw up my com! which is screwed enough already! like the micrometer screw gauge that you have to screw carefully! yes! until it makes a sound! omg! does my mom not realise that my mind is already so polluted it needs more than just captain planet and that gaia person to clean it up? does she not realise that watching despo housewives, no matter how much worse than friends it is in terms of sexual content, cannot possibly make my thoughts any dirtier? BUT. i cannot let her know that. or she'll never let me read fanfic ever again. she already claims that ff.net does not teach me good grammar, and therefore cannot be read. SHEESH. i hate it when the authors have bad english. "reached his majority"???? hello???? do you KNOW how many fanfics keep using that word? come ON. it's MATURITY, people. i mean, it was used so extensively that i nearly thought that it was some little known fact that elves do not reach maturity, but majority instead. sheesh. and. and. this story i'm reading. it's turning out too nice. like, oh... they have some major angsty "we can't go on with this relationship, you're an elf and i'm mortal and one day i will DIE and go to valar knows where and you will go to mandos and i'll feel so pathetic growing old and ugly while you stay beautiful you bastard you" kinda thing and then the girl leaves him and he is heartbroken but he doesn't even come CLOSE to dying from grief he just keeps himself busy and then she comes back and they marry and have kids and when he sails to valinor after she dies he finds out that she reincarnated there or sth and they live happily ever after and the evil person subplot is never followed up on. sheesh.

sigh. SIGH. obs is taking up a major 99.99% of the 10% of the brains that we humans use. i wonder. if i say "oh gods" rather than "oh my God" is it considered not using God's name in vain? or is it like false worship blah blah. hm. ahaha. am tempted to go "by the valar what have you done?" or "great hera" or sth. wahahahahahhaha.

i shall get up in the middle of the night and sing aniron and make myself sound all scary and freak everyone out. WAHAHAHAHHAAHA. me and my twisted sense of humour. and i mean that in every sense of the word.

you know. if obs was on some remote island in australia i'd be SO looking forward to it. cos of several reasons:

1) NO MOSQUITOES (or hopefully less, cos after all it's not so bloody humid)
2)NO SANDFLIES (this i PRAY)
3) beYOOtiful clear water. CLEAN. CLEAN.

i don't even mind the salt. it gets really fun once you're kinda used to it. i think. as far as my experience goes. but at least it's CLEAN. and NOT HUMID. singapore's humidity is the BANE of my EXISTENCE. it is the LEADING CAUSE for my skin to itch tremendously for weeks at a time. ARGH.

and if i wear long-sleeved shirts like they say you should, won't i get this tremendously odd tan line just at my wrist? won't i sweat like hell? AHHHHHHHH. and the opposite is just as bad. what if it RAINS. MUD. ERK. i mean, even at school when playing softball if you put the cone in the puddle i'll slow down and tip-toe into it just so my leg doesn't get all WET and DRIPPY. ergh. my life was and has always been spent indoors. and now. AND NOW. and now. the HORROR. of PULAU UBIN.

you know. when survivor was still on i'd always go "survivor van-oo-AH-too" at weird moments. van-noo-AH-too. vanuAHtoo.

i KNOW now! cerin amroth!!! right? right?

godDAMNIT when i am using the com you do NOT barge in and play whatever nonsense you want just cos i went upstairs and decided to teach my sis how to do her maths homework cos when it comes to maths you are unCHANGEABLE in your methods and love insisting that algebra is the way to go even if the goddamned teacher hasn't even come CLOSE to anything reMOTELY concerning x and y. and before i can even SEE what my friend has typed or check if blogspot has conveniently decided to erase my entry again i get "what's 630 divided by 60?". and i do a quick calculation and come up with 15, which is wrong, but close. but again i get, "no, what's 630 divided by 60?" and it's all i can do to keep from screaming "bloody hell get aWAY from the com why do you ALWAYS have to come in like that and i'm not the one doing the bloody maths, my sister is so fuck off". and he perSISTS. and i HAVE to answer the damned question or i won't get to touch the com. which after abit of thinking (my brain isn't exactly up to doing division when i'm so used to the calculator.) i get 10.5 and he still won't tell me why the hell he's asking me this. and i get all pissed off and i don't know exactly why cos i shouldn't cos it's happened before. and i am not pmsing because mine is finishing and there is a goddamned fly on the monitor and i have to resist the urge to get a magazine out and whack the screen.

*breathes. does yoga exercises. feels better* sighhh.

yes. *breathe* i should *breathe* read *breathe* some nice leggy angst *breathe* mhm *breathe* so i won't *breathe* miss it so much *breathe* at obs. *breathe*

good luck.

diane kruger

2005-01-22T20:45:00.000+08:00

you know. everytime i turn my head to the right, i see diane kruger staring at me. the more i think about it, the more i gotta turn and stare at her. the more i turn and stare at her, the more incapable i become to stop myself. AHHHH!!! OH NO!!! i must have this weird affection for diane kruger! she does look good in the picture. she's got pretty eyes. and people say she's not pretty enough for helen of troy. she looks so pretty as helen!! :D:D:D but half the time she was naked. so. just a pull of a string and voila! clothes fall off to reveal the fact that underwear hadn't been invented yet.

am eating nice coffee ice cream. the kind on a stick and wrapped with a thin layer of chocolate and crushed almonds. from hagen daaz. *looks at wrapping* from haagen dazs. YES! i have spelt it correctly for the first time in my life! woot!

and i turn to stare at diane kruger again. the way she is angled, she looks like she's staring at you. with slightly parted lips. OMG THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME!!! and the lovely pink background. reminds me of my pretty pink skirt. :D:D:D i already know what i'm gonna wear for cny! :D:D:D

and i stare again. she looked all regal and royal and beautiful in troy. *imagines troy* ahaha. so pretty. then in national treasure, she looked. scruffy. like, hm, GIVE HER A BATH. AND STOP MAKING HER RUN AROUND LIKE THAT. SHE IS SUPPOSED TO SIT ON A THRONE W/O ANY UNDERWEAR. oh but i like the part where she was hiding in the supermarket, and she told the woman that she was running from her ex-husband, and the woman was all, "don't you worry, honey". AND. AND. NICHOLAS CAGE. AND DIANE. EW. but he's not a bad actor. i like face off. he just has that natural "pity me" look. they made john travolta play the good guy just so he could change faces with the bad guy so nicholas can run around with his "please help me" look and john can just look eviiill. OOH gone in 60 seconds.

angelina jolie (with BLOND hair like in the coming soon movie life or sth like it): which do you prefer, having sex or stealing cars?
nick, looking slightly shocked at first, then rather turned on: how about, (in control again) having sex while stealing cars.
angie: mhm. i like that.
nick: but you'd have to get past this (fingers gear shift stick thing).
angie slides over. they make out.
angie: ok they're gone. (slides back) lets go.
nick: wow. (still recovering) good brakes.

wahahahahahaha! i like that part.

stares at diane kruger again. hm. if she was wearing something i think it wouldn't look half as good. unless it was helen of troy clothes. and do her hair up in the helen of troy way. OMG. i have this sudden urge to watch troy. ALTHOUGH, for some inexplicable reason, throughout the whole thing i was like, omG orlando bloom is so EXPRESSIONLESS. or paris is such a WIMP. or AHHHHHH!!!!! legolas moment!!!! or this looks soooooooo familiar.... or HEY why are they shooting at the s-OH... or come ON look ANGRY or sth i mean this guy like waged war upon you! and while i was complaining in my head about how paris needs to get some facial expression, everyone was weeping buckets over achilles' death. and I'M supposed to be the emotional get-out-the-tissues one. but so many many people get naked in that film. so many. so many times too. ooh.

ARGH. she keeps making me LOOK at her. you know, her hair isn't like, all blond like paris hilton or sth. it's like, a little darker. like she dyed it. but it's nice. you know the thing about national treasure that my cousin pointed out to me is, why the heck were boromir and nick fighting over the treasure? weren't they working together in the first place? you know what. i could never remember sean bean's character's name in time so when i'd whisper to my cousin during the show it'd be, "omG boromir is so EVIL!" kinda thing. and his HAIR is still so boromir-ish. AND. AND. you know what. i bought and read all four books in nov. finished rotk before christmas. watched fotr and ttt extended edition on boxing day. and the following monday and tuesday watched rotk in cinemas. twice in two days. cried both times. and the first time when they first did the blackout, you know, when the ring was thrown in i was like, "NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! IT CAN'T BE THE END!!!!!!! AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!" then the picture came back and you see the eagles. then it fades out again. and i was like, "NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" then it faded back. and frodo never said legolas' name. humph. nevermind. he was probably stunned at legolas' regalness. and the rather gay little frock. BUT i like it anyway. the pretty little crown. *squeals* and his oliphaunt thing!!!!! XP then it went all white. and i was like, "AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" then it came back so aragorn could sing that song in his rather soft and low intonation. i learnt it!!! during ld!!! took me ten minutes!!!!

et earello. endorenna utulien. sinome
maruvan a hildinyar. tenn
ambar-metta

sth like that. THEN. the legolas moves aside so arwen can give aragorn the mop and scold him for using the quest as a pathetic excuse to escape his chores. THEN. THEN. i vaguely remember another white out. or sth. but it got me SO traumatised. and i always can't STAND it when the end is sam going, "well, i'm back." how can he act so normal???? arghy. but. but. rosie is taller than he is!!! wahahahahahhahahaa!!! and pippin caught the bouquet and he's gonna marry diamond! and they're gonna have a son named faramir! XP and sam's first child was gonna be named frodo, but it was a girl so frodo suggested that they name her elanor! the flower upon that hilly place! damn it! i forgot the name! um.... sth amroth? ah well. i remember a haud-en -arwen or sth. some poor woman laid down there and died. hm. hm. can't remember who either. it's gonna be a never ending cycle. i'll read the silmarillion, remember the first part, but forget the second, then read the second and forget the first and so on. but AW. i've always found it such a sad waste that the trees died. and the water all drank up. by that spider thingo. of whom came sheeeeelob. wahahahaha.

gollum: yesssss. SHE will take care of the hobbittsesssss...
audience who haven't read the book: she? she? who the heck is she?
audience who has: shhhhh! shut up!!!!

and and feanor! but. these things cannot be undone. mhm.

back to diane kruger. it's so pretty and pink. makes me feel like i should go and buy lancome miracle. BUT. that is what they WANT me to do. so i shall NOT. besides. moonflower is pink too. XP OOH.

obs. i am caught in between apprehension and excitement. SIGH. SIGH. and apparently this author has already updated and there's a new chappy to the story but i can't seem to find it! and! and! other people have already read the chappy and reviewed it! and i haven't! :( and it was a CLIFFY. oh the evillness of it all.

i RETYPED my cwealth essay. and it is 1471 words long. and STILL in the same style. cos conversational is the way i write. and it shall STAY.

alice (indignant): the very idea!
fish: yes, the very idea! you seem rather bright but your hair wants cutting.
alice: personal comments are not in very good taste.
fish: and good taste is just what we'll have when the tarts are ready.
alice: what tarts?
fish: oh you know. the queen of hearts she made some tarts, all on a summer's day. and so forth.
alice: yes yes, i've heard that before.
fish: of COURSE you have, i just said it!

fish: why do you need a haircut?
alice: i DON'T need a haircut!
fish (to frog): you see? she makes no sense at all.
frog: no sense whatsoever.

wahahahaa. i like the fish. go sarah! XP

omG. must i mark attendance on mon? XP darnit. darnit. darnit. hmmmmmm.

and i continue to stare at diane kruger. and she just keeps staring back. and she's not wearing anything, as far as i can tell.

elektra!!

i feel poor

2005-01-21T19:43:00.000+08:00

had fun today.

11.30 went orchard met aruna at shaw. watched hotel rwanda. got SEVERELY TRAUMATISING. oh my GOD. spent half the show sobbing, a third staring in horror, and the rest of the time was spent wiping the tears that came automatically. it is GOOD. GO WATCH. NOW. i love the accent. but if i were them, i'd seriously hate americans and europeans and the un and everything. it's traumatising. go watch. worth my $8.50.

then went shopping! ahahahahhahaha!! bought three tops from fox, cos they're having a sale and i got three tops for $27 when normally it would have been $78! :D:D then. then. went back to far east to meet mom and cousin. and i passed the body shop. and i HAD to go in. and. and. i got the moonflower body mist! ahahahahahahhahaaha!!!! the one i'd ALWAYS stop by to spray several testers and sniff it like it was drugs or sth. yayness! and. and. i got sian ying a pressie!!!! wahahahahahahahahahhaa!!!! shall not say what it is in case someone tells her. XP

at far east. met cousin and mom. followed cousin so nice skirt shop. got a skirt!!!! pretty pink skirt. i shall WEAR it for CNY. with my NEW tops. WAHAHAHAHHAHAHAA. shopping is intensely satisfying. yes it is. i am now dirt poor. BUT. it is WORTH IT. :D

still must watch elektra, the aviator and finding neverland.

cwealth

2005-01-20T22:30:00.000+08:00

ARGH. ARGH. i seem to always be too damn conversational! argh. argh. argh. i feel too damn LAZY to change my essay. urgh. like, what re write it and change my style completely? i mean, she doesn't like the experiment, and i finally gave her the short version of slow down, and she doesn't want to markl slow down cos it's got the same mistakes as experiment. on the up side, she won't think i'm in need of serious psychiatric help. on the other, i won't know if i'll get into deep shit for writing something so morbid and sadistic and and and i dunno will it make pg? so i dunno whether to shorten the experiment, lengthen it, or edit slow down? URGH. i like both. yet. yet. yet. what if the bloody effect doesn't work when it's all formal and whatever? arghy. *feels like throwing something across room, which i seem to have the temptation to do ever so often these days* can i like, not hand up a cwealth essay altogether? SHEESH. i canNOT believe i am actually thinking that.

and i have no idea what's going on but i like to keep out of it cos the last time i let myself get involved the poor guy's tagboard was flooded with messages from me telling that stupid anonymous guy to fuck off. so. but seriously. i hate it when people leave anonymous messages. esp when they insult my friends. i nearly got really pissed off once. would have ranted on the cat class blog. it's like, like a flame. you don't like slash then DON'T READ IT. the disclaimer has a PURPOSE, you know. that kinda thing.

*starts thinking of times i really get pissed off* which is not very often, i hope. OH. that one time when i actually told someone to fuck off to their face. and had this almost irrepressible urge to shove him down the stairs.

ahaha

2005-01-19T22:07:00.000+08:00

you know what. i am running out of presentable titles. oh i know now.

SPONTANEOUS COMBUSTION

did i spell that right? spontaneous combustion. spontanous. spontaneus. whatever.

WAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAA. was so cracked up during cle. kept thinking about history. you know, those people in the 17th century thought that animals reproduced spontaneously. like, BANG! new animals. so i was imagining a little beetle crawling on the table then out of nowhere BANG! the original beetle disintergrates and there are five more in its place. then! then! then! imagine this little bunny like hopping around (funny bunny tee hee hee. wahahahhaa. but no one watches dave the barbarian. except me. i'm such a sad case.) and then BANG! he bursts and there are five bunnies in its place! then pat said aiqing looked like a grasshopper. and i suddenly imagined aiqing hopping around and then BANG! five more aiqings! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAA!!!!!!!!! after a while it got hard to explain why i was laughing cos i was laughing so hard the words wouldn't come out.

you know what. time magazine SAYS that one should not use the computer or watch tv or read anything too gory (dang. XP i'm kidding) half an hour before sleeping. so you can have a good night's sleep. LIKE LAKE LACHRYMOSE! AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!! how you can't eat anything at least three hours before you go in or on or under the lake cos you WILL get ATTACKED and EATEN by leeches and that's how aunt josephine's husband, and eventually she, died. AND. they say that the amount of slow-wave sleep is directly proportionate (MATHS! wahahhaha) to the amount of leptin in your blood. the more sleep, the more leptin. and leptin tells you that you've eaten enough and don't need to eat anymore. they did an experiment (COMMONWEALTH) on some guys who were made to sleep less. they had less leptin in their blood which told their body that they needed to eat more. so.

and this poor person with sleep apnea stopped breathing average of 38 times an hour in her sleep. multiply that by the number of hours she sleeps, say, 8? then like, WHOA. think of how many times she could have DIED.

the VFD song.

tra la la! fiddle dee dee!
hope you get well so-o-on!
ho ho ho! hee hee hee!
have a heart shaped balloon!

we sing to men with measles.
and to women with the flu!
if you breathed in deadly germs
we'd probably sing to you.

tra la la! fiddle dee dee!
hope you get well so-o-on!
ho ho ho! hee hee hee!
have a heart shaped balloon!

my sis had these little hard boiled quail eggs in her beehoon, like the instant noodle type. and. she was eating them next to me while i was watching csi. and oh my god it STANK. for some odd reason i cannot stand the smell of her eating egg. or the smell of egg in general. when it's hard boiled. my sis couldn't smell anything. sheesh. it was like sulphur.

SULPHUR. CHEM. omg. i SUCK at chem formulas. eck. chem is now the four-letter c-word. like, "OMG you said the four letter word!" ahahahhaa. ahahahahahahahhahahaa.

guy who is also from whose line and i think his name is ryan or sth: "drew! this homeless woman is in labour! we have to help her!"
woman: "i went to the hospital but they wouldn't take me in cos i didn't have insurance!"
guy: "don't worry! i'm a janitor! i've taken out bigger things from smaller spaces before!"

chem teacher mentioned that volatile substances have low boiling/melting point THEREFORE have SMELL. and she said, "smell your book. does it have a smell?" and i was like, the ersatz elevator has a funny smell! wahahahaha. AND qianling said it smelled like guy's perfume. O.o i think it was wrapped in plastic when i bought it or sth. i vaguely remember reading it at dinner, and my mom begging me to put it away cos of the smell.

must...buy...moonflower...

four movies - the aviator, elektra, finding neverland, and hotel rwanda. yes. probably not gonna be able to watch them all. BUT. BUT. hm. finding neverland and the aviator are a must. more must than the others are.

i am PRIME target for mosquitoes! argh! our study room has a resident mosquito or sth. (resident evil. wahahaha. yeah, it is, kinda. XP) or else it keeps spontaneously combusting and BANG! five more! ahahahahhaahhahaha.

GASP. i needed to buy two things this weekend. oh no. um. solid fuel and. and. and. um. hm. darnit.

phys teacher!

2005-01-17T20:29:00.000+08:00

AH!!! i have been permanently traumatised by the phys teacher! today, he was teaching us accuracy and precision/reading out what he learnt from the handouts and presenting it in a ppt form when it makes more sense to just read the handout and give us worksheets. and THEN. and THEN. he said the UNFORGIVABLE.

"ok class. what's the difference between maths and physics? (this earned a major "what the-" from me) lemme give you an example. *ppt slide one*

ACCURACY AND PRECISION

Mathematician: The ruler is 15cm long
Physicist: The ruler is 15cm long

what is the difference between the first one and the second one? apart from the fact that one is said by a mathematician and one is said by a physicist, and that the physicist is more handsome than the mathematician?" and he LAUGHED. OMG. MAJOR TURN OFF. the science lab staff are LUCKY no one decided to PUKE. URGH. but of COURSE, sian ying was enjoying herself TREMENDOUSLY. she laughed so hard her ears turned red. she was probably the only one paying rapt attention to the teacher. sheesh. BUT. technically, if you think about it, it's kinda true. comparing our maths teacher and our phys teacher. WAAHHAHAHAHA. i am SO evil.

miss han did not come so we had TWO FREE BLOCKS. WOOT! spent the time feeling really bored, singing what little i know of jay chou and getting attacked by chalk. oh yes. yin ling and i should audition for choir. we can sing that song from moulin rouge. COMEEEEEE WHAT MAAAAAAYYYYYYYY!!!!!! and then we died after the chorus cos we all forgot the second verse. but i remembered it during maths. and there was this question that no matter how hard i tried i STILL couldn't get the answer. it's like, you stumble on something that makes sense, but then you don't know what to do with it. ARGH. no need to check to know that we have MATHS tomorrow. just like we have EVERY DAY except even week wednesdays.

our philo teacher is DAMN BORING. aiyoh... he sounds DEAD. like, "ok. question number one *insert ques one*. what's the answer." and we reply. and he pauses for like, ten seconds. then he says, "question number two *insert ques*. what's the answer." i would have described that as deadpanning but it it no where near as funny. just the "dead" part, mostly. i mean, we did ethics and morality last year and that was ok cos you got josephtoh in front talking so animatedly and drawing on the board and asking for opinions and everything. it helps, you know. you get more involved. our philo teacher said, "we're gonna play a game", but he could have said, "next, question four." for all the difference it made. same tone! reminds me of, of, OMG! TRUDYSOH. she could scold us in the SAME TONE OF VOICE. and when she stood under the ohp the light would shine up from her chin and she looked like some horrible apparition from beyond the grave or sth. once i nearly fell asleep in her class, behind my file. she called me and i was like, huh? what? and took ages to find the passage i was supposed to read out loud or sth.

played hand game with lijia. the clapping and hitting your poor friend's hand one. ahahaha. never got past 5. knuckles and fingertips hurt like crazy after that.

i learnt how to sing aniron and may it be! woot! next task - to listen to the dreaming one and see if it's worth learning. now i can sing it in order. but enya is damn hard to copy. like, the song has so many notes but she manages to somehow stretch the lyrics to cover all the notes. and you can't tell when one word ends and another begins. the way i sing aniron isn't really accurate i think cos it's damn hard to remember exactly which syllable goes where. lemme see if i can remember.

o, mor henion i dhu
ely siriar el sila
ai! aniron! undomiel!

tiro! el eria e mor
i lir en el luithen uren
ai! aniron!

it's like ai-aaaaaa-a-a-a-a-aaaaaaaa-a-a-a-a-aaaaaaaaaaa-ni-i-ronnnnnnnnnnn. each "-" denotes a change in note. it goes up and down. and killed my voice. for a while. and the ai and the ah blends in. that may it be was the same thing. all the mornie utulie and mornie alantie or sth like that. and the promise thingo. gollum's song is much easier to sing. my mom expressly forbade me from singing aniron at night. wahahhahahahaha. although gollum's song is much more evil and depressing sounding. and the girl's voice is so high. and squeaky like.

johnny depp in a scottish accent! electra! ELECTRA!!! must... watch... or... *gasp* *chokes* *dies*

sleepy

2005-01-16T22:01:00.000+08:00

wrote an entire essay! in one day! 8 pages! i love my essay. i feel so ego. but still. and the other one. i managed to cut it down from 2008 to 1494 words! after several hours of slogging at the com! and sleeping at 12!

my portfolio is done! it is 23 pages long and has a full page intro! cos i don't know what to put in it! and! and! i just remembered that it doesn't have my name anywhere! oh ho ho ho! i'm so smart sometimes.

*yawns* so sleepy.

HIST PROJ. AH.

went out and looked at many pretty clothes. many many. bought none of them. *sniff* i am doomed to window shopping.

my dress didn't need to be altered but my aunt's did! i have broader shoulders than her! now i know vaguely what genevieve must feel like all the time, huh. XP

i cannot believe that singapore won the tiger cup. they probably paid off the other teams to lose. or they were like, "singapore is so pathetic, lets be nice and let them win for once, shall we? and for the finals, to give it that little twist, we'll score only at the end, just one goal, to up the tension. how fun." i do not believe how we could possibly win by ourselves. it's, it's unbelieveable! i need a thesaurus! i feel like copying and pasting my entire esay here, which would involve changing all the inverted commas! but no! i shall sleep! and worry about my stupid stupid chinese letter later! yes!

how do you pronounce "barbare" in french?

good night.

ow

2005-01-13T22:14:00.000+08:00

i am pooped.

i ache all over. argh. and halfway through ld i suddenly felt like eating pringles. and i announced it. so i stopped on the way home. and got myself some potato chips. jack and jill. the orange one. went straight to the sofa, sat in front of the tv and watched the last part of justice league. ate most of chips. left the rest for mom. couldn't eat dinner, but felt much better.

ARGH. the same thing that caused the argh yesterday got worse during the day but is now slightly better.

RS. part of the never ending argh that plagues me both day and night.

sigh.

argh!

2005-01-12T22:14:00.000+08:00

argh! dilemma!

to shorten my slow down one? or lengthen my experiment? cos i like my slow down one! but what if the teacher goes, "oh my goodness melissa you poor little misguided child! you are in need of SERIOUS counselling, here's the number of the guidance counsellor, see her sometime, preferrably sooner rather than later? and i'd also like to ask your parents if they know about, erm, you." you know. stuff like that.

and. and. and. ARGH. too many many things. ARGH. AAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHH. no words can express the extent of the argh-ness of this situation.

i have been wanting to sleep since yesterday. like, sleepy. permanently. or sth. yeahh. cannot concentrate in class. urgh. but our class is nice. mhm. but no one changes in class. yeah. no one eats in class either. (such good girls huh.) yeah.

chem teacher doesn't teach. she gives little tests. and we have to go learn by ourselves. ARGH. irritating. come on we OBVIOUSLY have no understanding of certain topics, go through it with us! she is nice, as a person. but teaching? aha. aha. ah ha ah ha ah ha.

and after another hour of hist lesson, i STILL have NO idea whether the scientific revolution is a revolution or an evolution.

hilary and i went far east to buy presents for people, and i saw a postcard that said "the adventures of ella and zul". ahhahahahahaha. i was greatly amused. and took one. ella is an elephant and zul is a zebra. they are two adorable stuffed toys in various "locations", and shown in a series of photographs. ahahahhaa.

i know grace's birthday is tomorrow. and i know orlando's is on the 13th. so i was like, ok. today's the 12th. ok. grace' birthday is tomorrow. only several hours later did i realise that grace's birthday is the same as orlando bloom's! i am so slow. XP i was with hilary, and i was like, "OH! OH! grace's birthday is the same as orlando bloom's! WOW! i never noticed!" i'm so smart.

randomness (ahahahaha)

2005-01-10T20:15:00.000+08:00

hello! :D:D:D

during chinese today. i discovered that the boy in the picture was wearing a green shirt and green shoes, and blue shorts and blue socks. and i laughed and laughed. then those sitting around me were like, huh? what? which somehow seemed really funny. and i laughed even harder. the really hysterival type. that requires some doubling over.

COMMONWEALTH ESSAY!!!!! i thought of a plot. where someone DOESN'T die. yay. i think. unfortunately, as the nature of my plots usually seems to be, it is rather twisted and convoluted. which is not very good. not good at all. PLUS the non dying one shows the influence of the bumblebee flies anyway by robert cormier. which is worse. AND i have ONE minute to finish typing whatever i wanna type before i HAVE to try my commonwealth essay which we are gonna do draft one of TOMORROW. PLUS the lit worksheet, and i really have no concentration right now because i am functioning on an intense need for a nap, or an early bedtime, which started sometime during maths and carried on to lit and eng. so when the teacher went, "13!" i was like, eh wot. and then i suddenly realised that it was me, and sat up and started thinking about what the question was. and i was singing what little i know of vertigo by u2, and i got to the part that went, "feel" and my mom was like, "can you FEEL my discomfort?" and left the room. XP ahahahahhaa.

third day of school

2005-01-05T17:30:00.000+08:00

yesterday. hm.

had english. have to think about commonwealth essay. AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! a major problem with mine is that they all have someone die. like, yeah. last year's commonwealth, last year's eoy. and i can't remember any others but still. the first thing that pops into my head when i see "slow down you're going to fast" is that this annoying person who said it is going to die. because the annoyed one is going to kill her. the second one that i thought of was more, angst. i think. like, erm, car accident and the person who told the other person to slow down gets killed. and the person who didn't slow down is all guilty like. and maybe he could commit suicide. geez. i just realised that that is a double death. but the thing is, i have no idea how it's gonna make 1200 words. i mean, it might just turn out to be like one of those little csi re-enactments. short and maybe not so sweet. which is not good. sigh. i hope and pray that we don't have to do it in class. it will stress me out. because we only have one hour. and the last time we did that english was before assembly. and we had to leave early. and i didn't get to finish counting my words. and my handwriting became rather illegible. as it always is. but it was worse. ah well.

ALGEBRAIC MANIPULATION! darn. i have forgotten EVERYTHING. and i mean everything. i mean, i don't even know how to factorise! or even expand! and i don't know if i'm using these words correctly! and for our chem pre-test i forgot the name for the negatively charged sub atomic particles! aye! so i called them ions! aye! then i changed my answer to a completely different one! and as it turns out my first answer was correct! aye! which is a sad waste! aye! and if you've read the grim grotto by lemony snicket, you will realise that i am talking like captain widdershins! aye!

i shall fail chem. sadly.

my chem worksheets from past years (i kept my sec one worksheets, but decided not to clutter up my cupboard, so i recycled them with the rest end of last year) are non-existent. so are my chem basics. I NEED A TEXTBOOK. AH.

i am doing rs with hilary. and we have sort of decided on a topic. which i shall not mention here, because i dunno how to make the copyright sign appear in blogger, and people won't bother with it anyway. muahahahaha.

pat chia is very corny. she must not say anything when i am high or else i will laugh and laugh and laugh. during lessons. which is not so good.

scientific, medicine and industrial revolution? hello? it's so BORING!! and i thought there would be wars and massive bloodshed and the like. like some middle-earth battle. like, where are the kings and the soldiers and the bombs and the swords and the arrows and the rifles and the bayonets and the whatnot else they have during war?? AHHHHH!!!!!! and mr ganesh must learn to improve on his lessons. twenty minutes on the middle ages and i write some of it down and he's done. and we begin a little chit chat session. and i thought teachers were always rushing. ah well.

rained all morning. and it stopped just in time for pe. ho ho ho. and the field was DISGUSTING. and we had to RUN in it. and catch and throw this disgusting wet muddy ball with little moths clinging on to it! urgh. i so wanted to bathe.

and the school decides to give us a planner when most people (i assume) have already got their own. PLUS the dates are already filled in. so you can't use it. urgh.

and quoth the raven, only this and nothing more. ahahaha.

hellio everybodeh

2005-01-03T20:22:00.000+08:00

i have no idea why i decided to put hellio. i just have this vague temptation to say that to people on msn. and i have this less vague and slightly greater temptation to say, "HELloooooohhhhhhh!" to people when i answer the phone. and if it turns out to be what, my form teacher or my dad's friend or someone else more scary then i am doomed. OR i can pretend that the one who answered the phone was my sister. then i can put the phone on the table, pretend to call me to answer the phone or sth, then come and answer it in a less enthusiastic and more demure way. of course this won't work very well if people know that my sis is p5 and being a p5 i suspect she is more mature than to go, "HELLooooooooooohhhhhhh!!!" on the phone. wait a second. that means... that means... ah well.

i turn to the right and right in my face is diane kruger on this lancome calendar. i was wondering if my dad stares at it when he uses the com. hm. XP

i can hear people crying about lost family members and friends from the tv in my mom's room. and i read the article some reporter who is a survivor of the tsunami disaster wrote. she talked about how she felt guilty for escaping unscathed, and how people are talking about mundane things, and complaining about trivial matters. she thinks it is repulsive. i suppose in her shoes, i would too. except that i think we are talking about mundane things and complaining over trivial matters because we do not fully comprehend what has happened. well, it basically applies to me. i mean, i cannot fully understand how bad the disaster is.

my mom has just told me that i cannot blog during the school term. SHEESH. that is practically the only time there is anything to blog about.

i mean, i have not been exposed to anything more dangerous than the rock-climbing wall in school, where the most dangerous and post-traumatic-stress inducing thing (for me, anyway) is trying to get the people below to understand that i want to come down now, and to stop telling me which little handhold to grab next. i see it on tv, i read about it in the papers, i mention the death toll with a trace of sadness for these poor people but that's it. even when i pray for them i feel like i sound insincere. i dunno what to say and i have no idea what it's like. i cannot possibly imagine. and i cannot empathise. therefore i cannot spend my time agonising about the disaster, talking about it, bemoaning the many deaths. because they will be empty words, said for the sake of being said. so maybe we talk about trivial mundane things because we do not understand.

on the other hand, maybe we just want to forget. you know, get back to some semblance of normal life. do ordinary things, stress out about homework (and i am PRAYING that we do not get any in the near, or even far future. bahahahaha), groan about our new teachers and classmates, fret over schedules and timetables and overextended school days due to the 5dww. yeah. yeah. sometimes i can be like that reporter too, you know, like, "how can you be talking about this??? i mean, hello?" but well, yeah. but it's her view, and it makes sense to me. and, well. you can feel a certain way about something but you can't change the world, in the sense that you can't make people behave the way you want them to. yeah. abit like some of those books i read. like, how can you behave like that??? how can you possibly think this is right? what is wrong with you? you know, like the guy who finds "tenderness" in strangling girls. if i'm not wrong he decides to "fock" the body later or sth. it's weird. i mean, he seems to think it's perfectly normal. but i'm like, hello? no? yeah.

and after all this rambling about understanding sth sth and people who take a strange joy in strangling others, i think i shall still gripe about the world, or other people, some time or another. and someone might point out this blog entry. and i shall pretend i never typed it.

today was ok. had talks. bored to death. don't know many people in my class well. i mean, like, oh, she's that person from that class that i've heard of but never properly met and always see around. yeah. and i don't know alot of names either. which is not too good. my index number is 13. i like 17!! :( *sniff* XP i am one number after aiqing. qianling is the last, 31. form teacher yvonne han. i think she's ok. no really definite opinion yet. but qianling says she is nice. i dunno.

why do we have one extra block on odd week mondays??? what am i to do for rs???? can i not sit and ferment for two hours after pe? i suppose i could, if i was fast enough. who is eric l-sth. ooh dear. i can't remember his name. philo teacher. ah well. i just realised that (muahahahhahaaa) even though we don't have aesthetics on tues anymore i still only need to bring books for one subject. unfortunately, that subject happens to be maths, which requires a book the size and approximate weight of a dictionary. (dick!!! ahahahahhahahaaa. if you're reading this, hilary, i hope i haven't started off your train of dirty thoughts. XP)

took mrt home. was walking to bus stop with grace hilary and jac. grace and hilary saw a 190. they ran and caught it. jac and i walked demurely to the bus stop, being the un-run-for-the-bus-type. XP anyhoo. grace and hilary went home first, because they caught the bus then took mrt. took bus home after mrt. waited 15 minutes for bus, which is the amount of time i would have taken to walk home from the mrt station. i think if the weather's fine, i'd much rather walk. a little black and yellow moth (you know, the common type you see everywhere in your house) took a strange fancy to jaclyn and her bag. decided to cling on. after a bit of shaking (me being the approach-bugs-with-magazine-and-get-maid-to-clean-up-the-carcass type, rather afraid of touching insects) the moth came off her bag and onto her. a little swipe with her bag and probably a stare from the lady also waiting for the bus, the moth took a hint and took off. ahahaha. poor jaclyn. traumatised.

i remember the time i went new zealand and we went to see the geyser place with all the sulpuric acid etc (ie this terrible rotten egg smell) and there were swarms of these little metallic green (and i mean metallic, as in shiny, bright, get-your-sunglasses-out kinda green) beetles live in the bushes around the path, and they have a strange attraction to me. so i keep having multitudes of these little insects attached to my shirt and my hair and everywhere else, which was a bother, also because i have this little fear of insects that aren't dead, and also because my terrified screams were probably scaring the other tourists away.

seriously, should i answer the phone with this overly enthusiastic "HELLoooooooohhhhhh!!!"? or what. cos sometimes i really feel like it. XP

yeah and i told my chinese tuition teacher of my weird dreams of how i should bring up my kids and she had the same you-can-try-but-it's-not-gonna-work-cos-well-look-at-how-you-turned-out kinda look on her face, with a mixture of an i-am-so-amused-by-your-little-childish-fantasy-of-a-perfect-life-but-trust-me-it-never-comes-true look that my mom gave me when i told her. at least she didn't laugh.

XINGE. CUT YOUR HAIR. you look decidedly girly. which is unacceptable. because you are xinge. you are not allowed to look girly, despite what the doctors told your mom when you first came into the world. i'm kidding. XP but not about the cutting.

tomorrow. long day. SIGH. rs. EVEN GREATER SIGH THAT I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO EXPRESS EXCEPT BY SAYING THAT IT IS AN EVEN GREATER SIGH THAT I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO EXPRESS EXCEPT BY SAYING THAT IT IS AN EVEN GREATER SIGH THAT I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO EXPRESS EXCEPT BY SAYING THAT IT IS AN EVEN GREATER SIGH THAT I - well, you get the point. then ld comm meeting. hm. must remember.

and how was your first day of school?

2004

2005-01-01T18:14:00.000+08:00

last night, i had three to four hours of pure, uninhibited (sex! kidding. ahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahaaaaa!!!!) com time! cos my parents were in kl for a wedding dinner and my sis was happily watching tv. muahahahahahahahahahahhahahahaha!!!

i realised that the reason why i haven't been blogging is because there is noting to blog about because nothing much happens when i am sitting around at home, building up on the calories.

2004 has been an eventful year. for me. i can't speak for the rest of humanity.

we had youniverse. :D:D and sttd. which was great. i know alot more people now than i did at this time last year.

"i was 32 the day before yesterday, and i will be 35 next year. when is my birthday?" just a riddle i remember from ages ago.

yeah. alot of things happened. that i will not discuss here. my entire meagre cd collection was acquired in this year alone. which sounds pretty pathetic. and makes me say, "i am one deprived kid, aren't i".

but i think i've come to realise that i'm not deprived or anything. i mean, compared to loads of other people i think i'm really fortunate. which took me ages to realise.

i love my family. (bwahahahhaaa... incredibles) yeah. i mean, they're the ones who are getting my obs stuff. and i just sit here and put it all in a bag.

the matches i have are pathetic. i mean, 2 seconds and there is no wind in the room and the fire goes out. sheesh. i think sometimes i have this weird obssession with lighting matches and candles and seeing how long they take to burn or sth. especially during science practicals.

i wonder where my new classroom is. should i go to the foyer and see if anyone's there? or what. should i bring all my books and HOPE and PRAY that i will be able to put them in my locker? provided i know where my new locker is. oh man.

hm. agnes lim and scott wolfe left in june. and hanlu too. the we got miss quek. who is very nice. and miss wu. who is also nice. ahahaa. and if i don't mention mrs ho hilary will slaughter me or sth. so i will. she is also nice. waved to her when i saw her on... i think tues.

ld comm meeting next tues 3.30 block h. must not forget. *chants to self*

i love 207. wahahahhaaa.

hm. hm. new class, new year, practically new everything. oh yes. and i lost my pen. darn. gotta get a new one. cos i am lacking in a nice pointy non inky black pen.

bush was reelected! 4 more years of three word by three word speeches. ahaha. XP

i know so little about politics.

and it's funny how fast i get used to lee hsien long being prime minister. when it first happened i thought i'd never get over it.

hm. i now own black jeans! muahahaha!!! with pockets i can put phones and cards in without crushing them or being really uncomfortable!!!

i want a mercedes sl sth!! yay!!

earlier today, my sister said, "pony". it made me laugh so hard that my chewing gum fell out of my mouth onto the floor, and i picked it up, washed it, put it back into the wrapper and threw it away. the whole time i was laughing and laughing so hard it hurt to stand up. i went to wash my hands and barely got out of the toilet before i collapsed on the ground laughing.

i got a twin this year. and learnt alot of songs. i now know how to sing songs 1-7 and 9 and 10 from the maroon 5 album. and breakaway by kelly clarkson. cos i got tired of humming. ahaha. hm. i know the lyrics to very few songs.

ahhaa. the mms family. aahaha. we can be so sick sometimes. XP

rs was ok. i think we chose a rather slack topic, in a sense. XP sally wong is nice. saw her at ccao, told me that i was improperly dressed for school. (ld shirt and shorts) ahaha.

i think our teachers this year are the nicest. :D sadly, they will most probably not be teaching us next year. (this has become a "definitely" for miss wu. :( ) ah well.

i suppose i'll just go along with it. see how it turns out.

must remember. 6.40. must rearrange my file.

i still have the $2.60 from the class fund. i think i shall find some way to give it to those tsunami fund collectors. yeah.

first book i read this year - lords and ladies, terry pratchett.

i still have the silmarillion (half of), unfinished tales, the crack in the line and the amulet of samarkand to read. then harry potter and the half blood prince in june. and hopefully, soon, book the twelfth, the title of which is not known.

our potter fic is still not done. we shall figure out a way to do it.

many three day weekends this year. muaahahahahahaa!!! the only fri the 13th is in may. my birthday falls on a wednesday.

and now i have nothing more to say. i suppose when school starts i will have.

310

2004-12-29T21:28:00.000+08:00

wow. it's weird. ahaha. i feel so old. as if i should get a walking stick and become one of singapore's old dependants or sth.

it occured to me that the people who died in the tsunami are mostly young or old. hm. and my brain went all geological. ahaha. shall donate the remnants of the class fund to anyone who's collecting for them.

i wanna be sec 2 forever!!!!!!! ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!! i love 207'04. it's weird. 310. ahaha. ah well. i shall have to get used to it. i shall also have to try and remember what i wanted to put for a nick.

chinese scrapbook is DONE!!!!! WAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!! i feel like an evil genius. ahahahhaaha. and i need.... AN IGOR!!!!!!!!

itth all your fault, jonathan. you lent me your book. now i'm obthethed. theeth. and becauthe there are no thapters, i take FOREVER to find anything. at leatht i don't have to worry about keeping it in prithtine condithion coth it already ith in a rather bad thape.

argh. i cannot thtand it when people add me, and never come online tho i can athk them who they are. tho i end up with thith annoying litht of people on top of my thcrolly thing coth i dunno where to put them coth i don't know who they are. and THOME people (why am i doing thith, he doethn't even know my blog ecthitht. theeth) add me and are ECTHPECTED to come online at leatht ONTHE becauthe i told them to add me. unleth he thtill thinkth he got the email addreth wrong. argh.

the poor poor thec oneth. what with the choothing core and merit thee-thee-as and all. itth tho confuthing.

kinda apprehenthive about nectht year. i thall mith my clath.

I WANT THE LOTR ROTK SPECIAL EXTENDED EDITION DVD!!!!! be glad that you were not with me the past few days. because that was all i would talk about. ( i have given up on the igor thing.) cos see first i wanted the vcd. then i read the review. and i looked at the back of the vcd and it does not appear to have extras. (go figure, it's a four-disc-4-hour-movie) so now i NEED to buy the dvd. and it's 80 bucks at borders. couldn't find it anywhere else except in the box, which i don't need. so. it shall have to wait til next christmas. sadly. unless i suddenly become donald trump overnight (in that i inherit his riches but NOT his hideousness) i shall not be able to own the dvd before that. maybe i can turn into nicole kidman. ahahahaaahhahahahahaaaaa.

the eve of christmas

2004-12-24T18:19:00.000+08:00

ho ho ho, merry christmas!!

watched polar express on wed. ocean's 12 today. man that thing has no plot. what with the failed elaborate plan. i like elaborate plans. like ocean's 11. but 12 is so confusing and convoluted that i almost had to write it down like csi, then decided it wasn't worth the effort.

there was this csi episode. this guy adam decker in his plane crashed into a beach. they found out that his business partner wess had sabotaged his plane so all the illegal chemicals he was transporting drained out and caused the plane to tilt and stall. good pilots would have been able to make a soft landing. unfortunately, this one was dead before impact. carbon monoxide poisoning. found 2 3/4 inch holes drilled into the plane. the poor guy was dead in 20 minutes. they found out that jeff has a grudge against adam and scratched his plane but knows nothing about planes. then this guy tony heard a message from adam to the control tower or sth about changing frequency to miami sth sth. unfortunately he was sleeping with adam's wife wendy at that time so she told him to turn off the radio. he called the faa at 9.35am when he claimed he heard the message at 9.30 and the guy died 20 min after take off which means he died at 9.20. so they went back and talked to the wife who gave them a pillowcase which was had been heavily perfumed and had writing on it but she washed it and slept with tony to spite her husband because she thought he was seeing someone else, and he was. adam was sleeping with heidi, jeff's wife. they also discovered that jeff, adam and wess had tiny cameras in their houses, pointed at their beds. and mind you these are very sexually active people, and all married, but with each other's spouses. all live in the same neighbourhood, near an airpark. these people have small planes instead of cars. the found out that tony was filming them and selling the videos as porn cos he is a very sick guy. he had also lent his 3/4 inch drill bit to jeff. they searched jeff's house and found the drill bit. so they set out to prove that jeff had killed adam. he must have drilled the holes at night cos the plane was fine the afternoon before. so they watched the tape from sick tony's garage. then they scanned the video very carefully, and saw that the pillow that was thrown at the camera hidden inside the clock radio, effectively blocking feed for the rest of the night, was the same pattern as the pillowcase with the writing. so they did sth to the pillowcase, national treasure style, and revealed a formula for a new fuel cell for planes. it also revealed that the writing was done with an eyeliner, therefore the writer being a woman. found out that heidi got some degree in chem and is a good flyer and that her fuel cell idea was patented by adam behind her back. she agreed that it was true, after a bit of questioning, then told them to try and prove that she had killed adam. so they went to her house and found the safety goggles she had worn, and adam's dna on it, along with that of an unidentified woman's. they had to get a sample of her dna to be sure. so they went to her house but she was trying to get away in her plane. then follows the only little bit of action you'll ever get from csi: guy chases her in car, stops some way in front of the plane trying to take off, forcing heidi to slow down. they had a gun pointed at her head and arrested her. which was a really convoluted plot. man. everyone had done something illegal and only one had killed adam decker.

spent the last hour or so wrapping xmas presents. i love wrapping presents. ahahahhahaa. wrapped some chocolate beautifully, with a little pleat and all. unfortunately, my best work is gonna go to my aunt's maid whom i have never sopken to. ah well. i love taka wrapper. so pretty.

my mom went kino w/o me!!!!!! *sobs* and all the other times i wanna go in there when we're at taka she says no. how could she. i am hurt. XP

got a migraine last night. and good thing it was last night if not i'd have been in pain most of today. when it happens at night i don't feel anything til the next morning when i wake up aching. i usually take a panadol and it's better in an hour or so. there was another time when i was less fortunate. i had a dream where my head hurt like hell and i woke up and realised that my dream had incorporated some of reality cos i had had a migraine in my sleep again and woke up still in pain and had to go throw up. mom wouldn't let me go to school. i think i get migraines with stress. yeah. argh. i hate it when there's this vision problem. like, when your tv's on the fritz or sth. i dunno. it's not fuzzy blurness, it's like something there, blocking and yet not blocking part of what i'm looking at. i close my eyes and it's still there. which is a pain. literally and metaphorically. i remember once when i was doing last minute practicing for piano when i was like, p4? yeah. and i called my mom up and told her that the keys looked fuzzy. she told the piano teacher who was probably worried i had brain damage or sth and decided not to come. thinking back, i think it was a migraine cos i felt like throwing up so i stayed in my mom's room with the bin within reach and called her and told her and she was screaming at me, like, "why are you in my room?" like she was terrified i would barf on the carpet, which i might have but i don't think i did. i think. i hate migraines. i tend to get them during art in school too. isn't art like, supposed to be relaxing? but i suppose it's got to do with me being very artistically challenged. ah well.

sheesh. is everybody dying of some scary uncurable thing? i feel so normal. no offence. just, i dunno. weird. shan't express anymore thoughts. just thinking of headaches might give me one.

urgh

2004-12-23T22:37:00.000+08:00

yesterday went tampines mall. i dunno if i'm just slow (i don't join the online fan networks or anything) but the rotk special extended vcd is outttttt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ahahahahahahhahaa!!!!! *does weird excited squealing thing that i always do in reaction to lotr* ahahahahahahahahahahahhahaha!!!!!! *laughs hysterically* it's all over the escalators. i squeal everytime i get on. or off. or i see the pretty banners.... i NEED to BUY it. i have ttt and fotr special extended version vcds (which are a pretty shade of brown and green respectively) and the rotk one is a nice dark blue. :D:D:D:D:D:D AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! :D:D:D:D:D:D:D

ahem.

today. went dad's friend's house. we were introduced to dad's friend's wife. dad's friend's wife will always go, "do you want something to eat, deborah? how about you... erm..." and i'd have to supply my name once more. this happened the whole evening. sheesh. ah well.

went upstairs. three detestable boys were playing xbox. some racing game where i have no idea who's main objective was to hit the other guy's car. sheesh. played taiti with some boy (nick? was it?) who doesn't not know how to play. i mean, i put a 2 and he puts a five. and he says he knows how to play. smart.

then the two tiny terrors come in, red shirt and hi5 shirt. red shirt can scream with the intensity of a banshee. when we do unite, all we gotta do is hire him to scream for us. man. the whole school will not be able to match it. hi5 has an older brother, hard rock cafe shirt. i think hard rock cafe shirt's name is nick. anyhoo. hi5 is nick's henchman. nick tells him to beat me up. he stares at me. i smile sweetly. i get attacked by his stupid ball. i hide it in the sofa, after taking a shot at him. he calls me a fucking bastard. i tell him he got the sex wrong, you know, guys are called that.

man. i swear. they are like what, 6 years old? one went to eton preschool for heaven's sake. it's the older brother i tell you. they know more profanity than i do. it's terrible. say what you like (i think i've lead a very sheltered life or sth) but i don't approve. sheesh. wherever you try to go in that house, they follow. despite the locked door. finally me, sis and kevin managed to get the attic room. ian (thank you very much, i am eternally grateful) got them to stay outside, downstairs, anywhere else but where we were. sheesh. i wanted SO much for the twin terrors to die, right there, right then. i mean, it was down the stairs, or against the wall. i chose the wall. he wouldn't give up. man. how much pain do you have to cause this guy? fingers around neck, or gripping collar?

i lost it. i just lost it. i hope i never get provoked like that again. i mean, the poor little boy doesn't understand english. my many insults fall on his poor deaf and uncomprehending ears. tsk. of course if i insult kevin i get hit on the head. if my sister does the occasional insult directed at kevin i get hit instead of her. i am like what, prime target.

i mean, we were like, forced into a toilet to hide. and finally we come out and i've had enough. so instead of firing the usual comment about his lack of masculinity or brain power or bravery, i told them all (for there were many outside) to fuck off. which i never say, mind you. the rest may have been assholing and niggering and fucking (not in that sense) and bitching (not in that sense either) and bastarding and fighting and wrestling and screaming like girls and giggling and gaylording and no hitting below the belting, i just sat there twisting their words and practically begging them to hit me. never really uttered a true word. i mean, when all i'm saying are sarcastic chandler like comments, i'm not really me, or sth. you should ask those people whom i insult over msn, but have (hopefully) now forgiven me, and we have had normal non insulting convos. man.

what's so great about cs. or halo2. man. i thought it'd at least have a kinda story, a make believe world, you know? where there are characters, things to do, you have to get from point a to point b and kill everyone inbetween. i was expecting sth cool, you know? not sth where you gotta kill the same guy 25 times and if you stay in one place and the guy goes away, i mean, you could stay there all day and not get killed. or sth. man. as much as i detest most jap things i think ff is ok. sounds nice, anyway. i mean if you can write fanfic about it it can't be brainless, right? but i suppose my opinion doesn't count. i mean, i dunno. never touched an xbox til today. i've never known what cs was about. til today.

my life is so sheltered. it is so late. i am so sleepy.

at least i don't feel like slaughtering the boy anymore. csi could find fibres on his shirt and match it to the fibres from under my nails.

whoa. too much.

botherbotherbother

GAHHHHHstupidconnection

O.o

we need to talk about kevin

*sputters* WHAT?

green eyes

LEX, among other things

screw you, jalel

the dark side

racial harmony day

a good rant

hell hath no fury like lucifer scorned

and how was your day?

wow

gahh

hell hath no fury like an obsessive compulsive woman scorned

the best 8 hours of my life

handcuffs

my precioussss

cobwebs

creed

i'm not here

oh crap

i've finally regained the feeling in my back, thanks for asking

the day before the last day

oh me back!

:D

and i thought it couldn't get any worse

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

a bad day

gahhh

ppffffttt

and we'll all have a merry christmas

dangly earrings!

no

damnation

thursday

surREAL!

the day before CSI:NY

the day after yesterday

grr

good friday

many many things

ooher

osl camp

tee-use-day

hmm.

DEVASTATION

litttttt

aftermath

BOTHER

whew

the day after yesterday

the day before tomorrow

friday

PTS

HM. um. OH. valentine's day

panic

lent

cny

constantine

there'll be SUN

nicole kidman!

naam karkel!

of choking and multipurpose wetwipes

diane kruger

i feel poor

cwealth

ahaha

phys teacher!

sleepy

ow

argh!

randomness (ahahahaha)

third day of school

hellio everybodeh

2004

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the eve of christmas

urgh

sputters WHAT?