I think I really should pity her. She's got this fantasy world she's made up, and she seriously believes in it and believes that others believe it too. And she doesn't know the meaning of fantasies. and she changes the subject when i ask a question she doesn't know how to answer. and she really takes the lies very far, even when they're totally transparent because she really isn't someone whom guys would fall to their knees for.


Khushanm says:
hey aparna are you there
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
no
Khushanm says:
very funny ha ha
Khushanm says:

Khushanm says:
at least u are free
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
no i'm not
Khushanm says:
then why don't u talk ew
Khushanm says:
with me
Khushanm says:
these days
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
i told you didn't i? i'm really very very busy
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
i have no time
Khushanm says:
i am at amun house he came with flowers
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
i thought he broke up with you./
Khushanm says:
ya but he came back too my place with flowers and his knees down and crying and saying sorry im sorry
Khushanm says:
really
Khushanm says:
i'm at his place he is saying hi too u don't be shy ok
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
fantasies.
Khushanm says:
yup
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
what?
Khushanm says:
iyup? you said fantasies
Khushanm says:
what does it mean
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
nevermind
Khushanm says:
ok
Khushanm says:
i am never ever gonna talk with navjot
Khushanm says:
can you send me she's all i ever had i need it my boyfriend wants it
Khushanm says:
and so do i
Khushanm says:
or ill download it
Khushanm says:
hello are u ther
Khushanm says:
e
Khushanm says:
i am gonna spend the night here
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
at your boyfriend's place.
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
your mom doesn't have a problem with that?
Khushanm says:
ya she does i'll have to ask her
Khushanm says:
i don't think she will allowyou can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
how very thoughtful of you
Khushanm says:
ya i know
Khushanm says:
but he is forecing me
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
what does he want you to do?
Khushanm says:
what do i do
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
umm no i mean what does he want you to do all night?
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
i mean.. he's a guy.
Khushanm says:
oh ya i know what u mean
Khushanm says:
oh man what do i do what do i tell him
Khushanm says:
tell me fasty
Khushanm says:
oh god
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
tell him that your mom won't let you, obviously
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
and that he's a guy and it isn't really done, or something
Khushanm says:
ya but i am saying what do i do
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
that's what you do.
Khushanm says:
my dad online also
Khushanm says:
shall i tell my daddy
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
go ahead
Khushanm says:
yup i think you're right i'll go spend the night with my other friend aparna not u but i have a other girl friend called aparna
Khushanm says:
but he has once upon a time in mexio
Khushanm says:
and i want to watch it
Khushanm says:
oh man what do i do can u please help and i have my u knowe what i mean
Khushanm says:
really
Khushanm says:
type faster
Khushanm says:
its almost bed time here
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
you have your i know what you mean?
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
and it's 2.5 hours later here.
Khushanm says:
i know that they sleep by ten so what do i do get out or stay
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
whatever you want to do.
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
stay if you like, or get your daddy to pick you up
Khushanm says:
i think get out my daddy will pick me up by 12.30 am he's at a party too and my mom is there too
Khushanm says:
thank god my dad is comming to pick me up soon
Khushanm says:
in about 1 hour
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
ok
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
great
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
night
Khushanm says:
ya
Khushanm says:
but my tummy is paining
Khushanm says:
can i give u a ricky martin song please take it so i take it on my comp
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
it isn't your comp, though, is it?
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
you're at your friend's palce
Khushanm says:
ya i know i have been looking for jaleo by ricky
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
don't have it
Khushanm says:
no for at least 7 years
Khushanm says:
looking
Khushanm says:
so take it
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
i mean, i don't have it
Khushanm says:
ok
Khushanm says:
i know i am gonna send it to u and then u send it back to me
Khushanm says:
ok here it is
Khushanm sends:


Khushanm says:
please take it
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
why should i take it and send it back to you?
Khushanm says:
why did u do that i wanted it
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
you have it
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
you're sending it to me
Khushanm says:
ya but dont u understand i have been looking for this song scienc i was 9 years old
Khushanm says:
i ma such a old fan of ricky
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
but you HAVE it.
Khushanm says:
no i dont
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
then what were you sending me?
Khushanm says:
hte mp3 jaleo i whanted it so badly but forget it ill try and fit on a floppy
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
ohh you mean it's on your friend's computer
Khushanm says:
its about 4.66 mb
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
don't be silly
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
get your friend to send it to you, duh.
Khushanm says:
ya
Khushanm says:
oh ya i never thought about that
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
i need to go
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
goodnight
Khushanm says:
ok the good night see ya tommorrow on hte net at 5 ok bye i ma online 24 hours
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
i won't be seeing you tomorrow. i told you already.
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
i am fully busy.
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
for the next three weeks, atleast
Khushanm says:
three weeks are i cant belive it
Khushanm says:
ya ya fooling with me
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
i swear.
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
i am completely fucking busy
Khushanm says:
any way good night bye my dads here
Khushanm says:
ho that was a bad word
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
so what?
Khushanm says:
i cant belive it u said fucking busy?
Khushanm says:
bye

Heh. Influence gets you everything. Realised that I can't go for the Saturday matinee of Youniverse, because I've got drama and then the Humans party's at 530 so cooking's gotta be done at my place, and Ka Tsai and Claudia think we should meet earlier to prepare the games, so I can't be away at a play that'll end god knows when.

Anyway Chit had already booked tickets for her and Dawn, so I booked one ticket for myself on the website. And the ELD girl called me up and she was terribly apologetic that the tickets were sold out, and wanted to sell me a ticket to the Saturday matinee instead, which I cannot go for. Or she said I could try on that day itself and I might be able to stand in the gallery. Anyway I mentioned that I was going to go with Dawn, and that I was supposed to go with Shirin for the Saturday one but no longer am free. And then she was like OHH Dawn! Shirin! And I asked if mayybe she could get me one more ticket for Friday? And she said she'd check and call me back. So she did, and I have one ticket although I won't be sitting with Chit and Dawn, but apparently I have a centre block ticket, which is good. So Dawn and Chit and I can just get someone else to move over.

I'm rather excited about going back to RGS in a week. I haven't been back in ages. RGS at night. I think I'll go early and walk around the school. Relive it. And I usually mock nostalgic moments.

She continues to surprise me. And notice that she's spelt her name wrong in her nick. Insanity.

Khushanm says:
hey aparna
Khushanm says:
are u free
Khushanm says:
i you still pissed of with that guy
Khushanm says:
or girl
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
it wasn't a guy or a girl
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
it was just a situation
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
and i'm really busy right now
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
i just got home from a meeting, and now i have to go for dinner
Khushanm says:
like always
Khushanm says:
dinner what
Khushanm says:
cant be
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
why can't it be?
Khushanm says:
its only 4 o clock here
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
it's almost 7 here
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
realise that there's a time difference/
Khushanm says:
oh my god
Khushanm says:
i am really angry with some one and how's jonnny depp
Khushanm says:
any photos of him with u
Khushanm says:
send me some please
Khushanm says:
my comp had crashed
Khushanm says:
oh man i am heart broken
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
i don't KNOW johnny depp
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
he's an actor
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
in hollywood
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
america
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
thousands of miles away
Khushanm says:
bye
Khushanm says:
gotta go my aunty has come bye
Khushanm says:
hey i m back
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
that was quick
Khushanm says:
ya i know
Khushanm says:
i am heart broken
Khushanm says:

you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
um.. why?
Khushanm says:
because of that stupid girl navjot my best friend aman broke up with me right now
Khushanm says:
i just hate that girl navjot what do i do with her
Khushanm says:
can u help me
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
your best friend broke up with you??
Khushanm says:
yupyou can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
um. how?
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
he's a friend.. friends don't break up
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
boyfriends break up
Khushanm says:
and how do i get him back
Khushanm says:
ya i know
Khushanm says:
i am playing his favorate song too ? i miss him
Khushanm says:
can u get it out of me
Khushanm says:
at least talk with me today so i can get out of it
Khushanm says:
hello are u there
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
sorry i
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
m busy
Khushanm says:
ok bye
Khushanm says:
we can talk at 7
Khushanm says:
ther it will be 11 then
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
i can't
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
i'm busy
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
going out
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
won't be back till very late
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
and then tomorrow i'll be out the whole day
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
i'm busy for the next few weeks.. i have drama rehearsals and lots of work besides
Khushanm says:
ok ok like always
Khushanm says:
any way i under stand then we will get to talk with u later even i am going to his house aman's how else and i have entered v crush he's here i mean purib gotta go bye


that last line is strongly reminiscent of allen ginsberg's poems. truly incomprehensible.

and because so many readers of my blog profess to LOVE the khushnam bits,

Khushnam says:
hey aparna i have won hte bryan adams tickets
Khushnam says:

Khushnam says:
really
Khushnam says:
hey can't see you're jonnny depp
Khushnam says:
photo
Khushnam says:
hello aparna
Khushnam says:
hello are u there ?
Khushnam says:
what again changed you're name or what
Khushnam says:
today changed it two times
Khushnam says:
and when the hell are u comming to delhi
Khushnam says:
oh ya i have his voice recorded
Khushnam says:
Hey Aparna Are U There
Khushnam says:
Are U Gonna Talk With Me
Khushnam says:
Answer
Khushnam says:

Khushnam says:
Please Answer
Khushnam says:
I Am Loseing Pashionts
Khushnam says:
ok then bye
Khushnam says:
Hey Aparna Are You Goign To Talk To Me
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
i don't feel like talking right now
Khushnam says:
then when
you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. says:
just leave me alone for a while ok? i'm in an absolutely horrible mood right now
Khushnam says:
ok dude
Khushnam says:
talk with ya later
Khushnam says:
i am very pissed of with piyush he was suppoed to come to my place
Khushnam says:
leave u alone bye
I Have Been So Pussed Of These Days [With That Stupid Girl Navjot] says:
hey aparna are u ok
I Have Been So Pissed Of These Days [With That Stupid Girl Navjot] says:
are u ok
I Have Been So Pissed Of These Days [With That Stupid Girl Navjot] says:
i am so sorry i will leave ya alone
I Have Been So Pissed Of These Days [With That Stupid Girl Navjot] says:
bye
I Have Been So Pissed Of These Days [With That Stupid Girl Navjot] says:
Listen Are U A Bryan Adams Fan
I Have Been So Pissed Of These Days [With That Stupid Girl Navjot] says:
Can You Tell Me
I Have Been So Pissed Of These Days [With That Stupid Girl Navjot] says:
Please Tell Me
I Have Been So Pissed Of These Days [With That Stupid Girl Navjot] says:
no matter i don't you're help bye leaveing u alone

Eurgh. I've got a huge dose of ennui. I think it's due to today being the first time in a long time that I've been home before 5. I will, after a long time, resort to talking to my blog.

There's a guy in school who's way too freakily similar to Freaky Bangalore Guy. I don't know him or his personality, and his face isn't really all that similar but somehow when I look at him it's just Freaky Bangalore Guy. Tall, very dark, not handsome at all. And he runs in the same way. And after he ran somewhere and came back, he was sweaty or something and sort of shook his shirt, and did it in the same way as Freaky Bangalore Guy. No I WASN'T staring at him.. I was just stoning in the concourse depression and he happened to be standing right in front of me.

Actually my ideas of resemblance are like my mum's - really bad. Maybe this guy really doesn't resemble FBG much more than in terms of height and skin colour, but somehow he really really reminds me of him.

And when Jireh was sitting around there and Letitia came by, I showed him to her, because she asked me to. And it was kinda stupid cos she couldn't figure out who I was talking about because she's so blur, and then she was pointing all over the place and I was trying to get her to stop pointing and I just ended up giggling away because it took her about 5 minutes to figure out who I was talking about. And she refused to stop pointing. And I noticed that the FBG-replica was staring at us. We probably looked like giggly adolescents looking at some cute guy or something. Rather embarrassing.

I'm really missing RGS. Actually I'm really missing my friends. The people who could watch me do stupid things, say silly things and wouldn't bat an eyelid. I've been seperated from all my closest friends and I hardly get to see them and some of them don't seem to care and overall it's lonely and I'm just being a totally depressed soul of late. And I'm being more emotional than I ever have been. Everything makes me all sad and chokey.

Am fucking bored.

Have a long movie wishlist:
The Last Samurai
House of Sand and Fog
Mystic River
Cold Mountain
Lost in Translation
Gothika
Nicholas Nickleby
Girl With a Pearl Earring
21 Grams, although it's RA. I'll keep wishing.

Khushnam is mad as hell. Chit believes that she's clinically insane. And for the people out there who I am sure are rabid for a little more detail of the happenings in my life, sorry but I can't be bothered to post anything. =]

Khushnam says:
hi aparna
Khushnam says:
i am going crazy ahhhh.....
Khushnam says:
ahhhh enrique iglesias is a actor
Khushnam says:
ahhhhh
Call waiting for spies. says:
you just found out?
Khushnam says:
ya i am watching once upon a time in mexio
Khushnam says:
ahhhhhh
Call waiting for spies. says:
oh.. brilliant movie
Khushnam says:
i know
Khushnam says:
i am revieding at enrique agin
Call waiting for spies. says:
only because of johnny depp.. i still hate enrique
Khushnam says:
i am going nuts
Call waiting for spies. says:
what does revieding mean?
Khushnam says:
ahhhh
Khushnam says:
i am gonna faint
Khushnam says:
oh man
Khushnam says:
i am gonna ask jonnny depp to give his no
Khushnam says:
number
Khushnam says:
oh man thats jonnny depp and this is his cd
Call waiting for spies. says:
you still believe that johnny depp's your best friend?
Khushnam says:
his no is 98100798501
Khushnam says:
but do not call him
Khushnam says:
ahhhhh i love enrique igleasias
Khushnam says:
but a lot of bad words
Khushnam says:
oh man that guy has come to take this movie
Khushnam says:
gotta go bye
Khushnam says:
bye gotta go sorry about this ya but have to go bye
Khushnam says:
talk with u tommorrow feeling sleepy goodnight its 11 over here

Conducting a ritual purging of my inbox and came across the emails Khushnam sent me. Figured I might as well post them here. My very own female stalker. How sweet.

In order of date:

hey aparna
so what are you doing
and how's your mom and dad
call me some time
here's my number it is 26101814 ' 51650289
and listen when you get there come online
oh ya when are you comming to delhi again i really whant to meet you
we had so much of fun that day
ok bye khushnam


dearst gauri and aparna
hi how are u guys it was great meeting you guys again send me some family photographs do keep in touch lots of love khushnam ' sohrab 'gulu


hi how are you
nice too see you guys in delhi
ok bye khushi


And during her every-word-starts-with-a-capital-letter phase,

Hi Aparna
How Are U
Whats Up How's Ur Mom
Come Online EveryTime U Come Just Buzz
Bye Khushanm

But enough of the angst, today was quite a bit of fun. My class is hilarious. Last block, we coerced Mrs Seah into ending math early, and Mark played ping-pong with her on the teacher's table. With two waterbottle boxes as the net. And then we realised that there was another class waiting outside so she started panicking and high-pitchedly told us to hurry up and clear out.

And that was the highlight of my day.

(And I swore that I'd never make such cryptically angsty posts.)

Fuck.
Maybe I should just stop caring.

Has anyone noticed that of late the Life section might as well be the obituaries section? Ironically enough, with it's name. It's full of reports about dead people. In today's paper there are three reports of people having died, and then there's a blurb about Heather Mills, who has survived cancer and a traumatic accident, needing another major surgery because of her pregnancy. And then some Taiwanese former star or something, who called the police saying that she was going to die. The papers are just getting more and more depressing.

And in the past three days I've been informed of two deaths of, well, non-celebrity people. My dad got an email a couple of days ago that an old family friend died in a car accident. And then this morning again, more news of death. It's really really depressing.

Heh The Prom just reminded me of my two other favourite shows. The part where Buffy wants a drawer at Angel's is so Alias-y although if it is a ripoff, chronologically Alias ripped it off Buffy and not the other way round. But it's terribly cute in both shows.

And Xander's sock puppet of love is such a Lorelai thing! The voice was totally Lorelai as well. I think there was some dialogue at some point or another in GG, with sock puppets. Or something. Or similar "I love you Xander" stuff.

By the way, in case no one realised, in the msn conversation from the previous post, all the pictures she sent me were of the real Johnny Depp - ie the man of Chocolat, Edward Scissorhands, Pirates of the Caribbean fame. And she tries to tell me that he's Indian and likes fish eggs and beken and that she took a picture of him. Perhaps later I'll upload the pictures and put them up here.

The world is truly insane. It is the kali yuga. Loonies will take over the universe.

Khushnam says:
Hi Aparna its me only me khushnam
Khushnam says:
i mean it
Khushnam says:
see hte display
Khushnam says:
if it is pokemon its my brother if it is ricky martin its me
Khushnam says:
i mean it surae by god
atroshuss says:
sorry i'm busy now
atroshuss says:
ttyl
Khushnam says:
are u so busy today
Khushnam says:
so do u really like this guy jonny deep
atroshuss says:
how do you know he's johnny depp?
Khushnam says:
even i like him
Khushnam says:
i know science school
atroshuss says:
what?
Khushnam says:
yup
atroshuss says:
what
Khushnam says:
even i like jonny deep
atroshuss says:
what's science school
Khushnam says:
i know him science school i know his mom dad and sister
Khushnam says:
i know his id too but u better not add him other wise he will kill me
atroshuss says:
you know johnny depp?
Khushnam says:
yes
atroshuss says:
woman. he's from hollywood. and he lives in france.
Khushnam says:
yup
atroshuss says:
he's an actor. big time.
atroshuss says:
bullshit.
Khushnam says:
i hey u don't belive me
atroshuss says:
of course i don't
Khushnam says:
his id is jonny_deep23@msn.com
atroshuss says:
jonnydeep?
atroshuss says:
his name is johnnydepp.
atroshuss says:
and he also, like justin timberlake, is unlikely to ever give out his email address.
atroshuss says:
he's an incredibly private guy
atroshuss says:
i obviously know him better than you do, and i don't ever know his mom dad and sister
Khushnam says:
i do knowq his mom dad and sis
atroshuss says:
whatever.
atroshuss says:
where does he live?
Khushnam says:
why shall i tell i tell u
atroshuss says:
i won;'t believe you unless you tell me
Khushnam says:
oh oh so u also whant to meet him
atroshuss says:
just tell me where he lives
atroshuss says:
otherwise i won't believe that you really know him
Khushnam says:
wait i am talking to u and him
atroshuss says:
ok obviously you really don't know johnny depp
atroshuss says:
don't keep lying or your nose will grow long
Khushnam says:
oh ho i meet him in my dad club
atroshuss says:
you're talking about some indian.
atroshuss says:
is he indian?
Khushnam says:
yes
atroshuss says:
is he an actor?
Khushnam says:
stupid girl ?
atroshuss says:
are you calling me a stupid girl?
Khushnam says:
not u a other girl
atroshuss says:
babe, we're obviously talking about two very different johnny depps.
atroshuss says:
yours isn't even a johnny depp
atroshuss says:
it's jonny deep or whatever
atroshuss says:
johnny depp is a bigshot american actor.
atroshuss says:
and he isn't indian at all
Khushnam says:
do u know which dish he likes
atroshuss says:
no i don't
atroshuss says:
are you going to tell me?
Khushnam says:
fish and eggs and beken
atroshuss says:
bacon.
Khushnam says:
ya whatever
atroshuss says:
and this is the johnny you know?
atroshuss says:
the indian
Khushnam says:
i will even show his picture
atroshuss says:
ok
atroshuss says:
send me his picture
Khushnam says:
ok
Khushnam says:
ya but it is a little stupid he is veraring glasses
atroshuss says:
it's ok
atroshuss says:
hurry up and send it, i need to go out soon
Khushnam says:
where
atroshuss says:
out. duh.
Khushnam says:
gotta go with him soon i will make u talk with him on my cell ?
atroshuss says:
noo i can't ok?
atroshuss says:
just send it now. i need to go out
atroshuss says:
ok you obviously don't have a picture
atroshuss says:
bye
Khushnam sends:

Open(Alt+P)
Khushnam says:
sended

You have successfully received C:\Documents and Settings\Administrator\My Documents\My Received Files\12m.jpg from Khushnam.

Khushnam says:
ha ha
Khushnam says:
that him
atroshuss says:
that's the actor
atroshuss says:
ok . whatever
Khushnam says:
yup
atroshuss says:
you don;t know him, and he isn't wearing glasses
atroshuss says:
you obvously went to find a picture of him and you sent it to me
atroshuss says:
bye
Khushnam says:
no way ho zey
atroshuss says:
liar
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not
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thats jonnny depp
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the actor
Khushnam says:
im not a liar
Khushnam says:
take it if u want
atroshuss says:
i KNOW that's johnny depp the actor

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atroshuss says:
that isn't johnny depp the guy you know.
Khushnam says:
it is
atroshuss says:
whatever you say.
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here is anotrher

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atroshuss says:
thanks for the pictures i really gotta go
atroshuss says:
bye

Khushnam says:
you want one more
atroshuss says:
no I HAVE TO GO
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Khushnam says:
this is a nice one
Khushnam says:
which took
Khushnam says:
i took this one

Chit's not picking up so I shall rave to my blog. Alias 311 is brilliant! OK the TWOP people didn't find it particularly brilliant - Regina gave it a B- and the general populace gave it a B+. But actually grades like that aren't bad. Everyone thought A Missing Link was amazing and it got a B+ from Regina and a B from the rest. So yeah, well, I'm quite justified in saying that Full Disclosure is brilliant.

Sydney erased her own memory!
Dixon knew about it cos when Sydney called Kendall from Rome, Kendall told Dixon but Dixon was to tell noone and not even tell Sydney that he knew about her two years, because before Sydney got her memory erased, she sent a vcd to Kendall in which she pleaded that if she survived the memory-erasing process, she didn't want to know what she'd been through. And then it's like when Sydney kept the truth about SD-6 from Dixon, very cool.
But it's quite amazing - not only did the memory erasure not kill her, but it was so precise that it was exactly up till the day the Covenant kidnapped her.

JJ Abrams is one cool guy. His brain works in really really strange ways.
The whole thing - free will issues. And she's like a willing victim, which is quite an oxymoron or atleast an irony. And it's bloody cool - she orchestrated the whole thing herself, although the missingness was initiated by the Covenant. And now the Covenant's got Lazarey and the cube, and are there gonna be mini-Sydney/Rambaldis running around? Heee.
If only we could have a little bit of Irina again, that would be the icing on the cake. But Lena Olin's gotta be a bitch about it. Maybe they could find some extra footage from season 2, and somehow weave it in so we still get to see a little bit of Irina footage that WE HAVEN'T SEEN BEFORE.

OOH and I almost forgot! When the CIA people are being briefed about going to find the cube, it's like Vaughn realises that there might in the near future be mini-Sydneys that are NOT mini-Vaughns, and he gets this super-serious look on his face, not that that's a very uncommon look for Vaughn of late. And Sydney also keeps looking at him, although this might also be because he's been really stand-offish towards her of late, because of Jack's little pep talk in the prison van. And then Weiss goes like "What's going on between you too?" Hee. Maybe this'll make Vaughn realise that he wants to be the only one to fertilise Syd's eggs. Double hee.

Haha Alias makes me sound like such a bimbo! Crossing's got a terrible review though - D. Apparently supremely boring. However, I'm curious to see what Isabella Rossellini's up to. And whether the casting department's got back ANY of their lost magic.

Found a rather meaningful quote -

"Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we're here, we might as well dance".

Khushnam says:
Hey Aparna Listen My Friend Piyush you know what is his display its a duck


wtf??

Perfect review of The Company:

"This movie was practically a documentary about life behind the scenes of a ballet company, except that it wasn't very successful in telling an interesting story at that either.

There weren't really well-developed characters or a plot, this movie is mostly lots of ballet with a few very random rehearsal and outside life scenes thrown in in between. It was interesting when they showed a rehearsal and then cut to the performance of what they were rehearsing, but even then they didn't show enough coherent rehearsal time to provide much insight into the performance.

The ballet scenes, however, are fantastic and if you enjoy watching ballet, this movie is rarely boring. However, it really doesn't succeed as a movie because the rest of the filler is superfluous and uninteresting."

I'm having another awful conversation with Khushnam. I told her that she doesn't spell very well, because I corrected her spelling a few times (congestion-congenshion and feaver-fever and severe-siver and medicine-medsin, yeah we were talking about the severe colds we both have) and she said "oh sorry ya i am really badly sick, i even forgot my spelling" so i said that her spelling's always bad. and then she messed up another bunch of words, and herself said that she should try and type slower (although the mistakes she makes are the manifestation of really bad english skills and not typos). I told her that she always types slow. And then she said "not these days, i type really fast now". Blah blah. I'm in a really short-tempered mood. My cough is killing me. And one of my ears is blocked because of this thing. Really annoying, like being on a plane only yawning/swallowing isn't helping to unblock the ear.

Ok now she's telling me about some mad, sick boy aman who's online and she really doesn't want to talk to him. I can't believe that she bugs me endlessly with her online-ness and then she complains to me about random guys that I have no idea about. And I haven't replied now for a coupla minutes so she's saying "hello are you talking", "hello are you there or talking to someone else" "hello" "hello are you there" "hello aparna are you there". This will go on for another few minutes before she starts asking if I'm alright, if I'm mad at her and so on. I'm truly inclined to tell her to shut the fuck up and leave me alone, but I'm scared I'll break her heart. Heh she's tried a new technique to make me talk - "you want something scary?" She's trying to make me interested. Primal methods of attraction, but I'm not taking. And now she says "oh my god", presumably to make me ask what happened.

I've saved a bunch of msn convos from her, mainly one-sided talking.

khushnam says:
Hi Aparna
khushnam says:
Are U Busy
khushnam says:
A Very Happy New Year
khushnam says:
Now It Is 2004
khushnam says:
How Is Your Mom
cast me gently into morning for the night has been unkind says:
happy new year
khushnam says:
Can You Send Me Some Of Your Pictures
khushnam says:
Happy New Year To You Too
cast me gently into morning for the night has been unkind says:
sorry, i have to sleep now
khushnam says:
Sleep What Whats The Time There
khushnam says:
Ok GoodNight Bye Bye Ta Ta Take Care Bye Happy New Year Too
khushnam says:
2004
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Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Good Night Take Care Happy New Year Too You Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye
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Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye
khushnam says:
good night
khushnam says:
happy new year



khushnam says:
hi
khushnam says:
where are u
khushnam says:
Get Up Now It's Morning Time To Wake Up
khushnam says:
Ding Dong
khushnam says:
Wakey Wakey
khushnam says:
Up See Dasey Wake Up This Is Not
khushnam says:
Time To Sleep
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Get Up Now Eat You're Breakfirst And Let's Chat
khushnam says:
Or You're Really Out Well Then Ok BYe
khushnam says:
Bye
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Wake Up Aparna




Khushnam's says:
Yeah Finshed
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So Soon Also
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I'm Back
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I Was Doing A Fashion Show So I Took This PIc For My Best Friends
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And Boy Friends
Khushnam's says:
can u send me some of youre pic

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Khushnam's says:
I Am Very Worred About One Of My Friends
Khushnam's says:
She Is A Very Very Old Best Friend Of Mine
Khushnam's says:
I Hope Shes Alright And If U Will Aslo Don't Talk To Me For A Long Time I WIll Get Very Worred Too LIke THis
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Gotta Go Sleep
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Bye




And this next one was after I told her to leave me alone cos I was sick. The second half of the conversation, after she told me to take orange 'juce' (she spelt it once as juce, and then repeated it spelling it as jucie.)

Khushnam says:
And Have Orange Jucie A Lot Of It
aparna says:
yes you already told me that
Khushnam says:
i know just beening protive
aparna says:
protive?
Khushnam says:
yes
aparna says:
what does that mean?
Khushnam says:
I Don't Know That Ask You're Mom
aparna says:
my mom's not in town
aparna says:
and why'd you use a word that you don't know the meaning of
Khushnam says:
where is she
Khushnam says:
Listen I Had Asked U In The Morning Do U Have John Mayer Your Body Is Wonderland
Khushnam says:
hello are u there
Khushnam says:
do u know any music website
Khushnam says:
to download mp3's
aparna says:
hey i'm gonna sleep now
aparna says:
gnite
Khushnam says:
what this grite
aparna says:
good night
Khushnam says:
Good Night Too U Too Feeling pukie
Khushnam says:
Bye



Oh man and now, she's still trying to get me to accept the scary thing she's sending me.

Khushnam says:
you want some hting scary
Khushnam says:
thing
Khushnam says:
oh my god
Khushnam sends:

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Khushnam says:
u must see htis
Khushnam says:
htis
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this
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scared to take it
Khushnam says:
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha scared to touch it
Khushnam says:
he he he

The Company is a truly strange movie. The dance is avant-gardely very good, but plot? What plot? And heh no it's not a what plot? in a pwp way. It's just utterly plotless. It doesn't even attempt to have the normal elements of a plot. It's just like a month looking into these people's lives or something. Like.. a documentary?

And the ticket women are truly braindead. Although I will very meanly say that I don't suppose they're selling movie tickets because they've got a whole lotta brains. But anyway.. one of Chit's cousins is from overseas so she didn't have an IC or any form of ID with her. Only thing is, she's 24 and about to get married. But the woman harrassed us for about 15 minutes despite the other three of us having our ICs and clearly being over 16, but apparently this 24-year-old didn't look old enough. She said she didn't mind breaking the rules and selling us the tickets, but the people at the ticket gate may not let her in without ID. And then she decides to call her manager, and we waited for another 15 minutes before I got sick of waiting and I told her to just sell us the 4 tickets. I had a plan that if she wasn't let in, we'd buy her one ticket for the 430 show of Last Samurai, and it being PS, she could just sneak into the other theatre with us. Anyway then she realises that the card Chit's other cousin has isn't an IC but an NUS card. And she goes on for five minutes about how she's only supposed to trust ICs, and this cousin also doesn't have an IC cos she's a foreign student. And who bloody goes to university if they're younger than 16? Although she is super young for her class.. like 17 or something. But we convinced her to sell us the ticket, and at the gate? We just SAILED through. I just showed the tickets to the guy and he said 'second door on the right' and that was it. We fucking waltzed in, no ID nothing. Oh and between the ticket-buying and entering the theatre, we went to buy coffee at Gelare. They closed shop right in our faces. The food was all there, and we were standing at the counter about to order and they just said that sorry we just closed. They were just about to start closing, and they couldn't take one more order. Singapore is truly going to the dogs.

And my cold is terribly bad. My dad's probably not gonna let me out of the house for the next few days. Meaning I can't go see The Last Samurai until next week or something. Nevermind. It'll still be running.. I'll make somebody go with me. I was gonna convince my dad to take me and my brother tomorrow, but as it is he's lecturing me about how I shouldn't have gone out today with a cold, I should rest, blahblahblah.

Anyway I think I'll go sleep now. Really feel like shit.

Just got back from exhausting day. After school went home to change, then had tea with class, then met Mark and Let and went to Orchard. Not before buying The Little Friend by Donna Tartt and the vcd of The Cats Meow which had Edward Hermann and Kirsten Dunst. Haven't even heard of it before. But this is the effect of leaving me alone and waiting in any place remotely resembling a shopping mall. I buy things.

Anyway went to Orchard, made Mark buy me an Ice Blend which I WILL pay him back for. Then got chased out of Borders for having food, so went and sat outside BK. Then Candice Soh Yee and Su Yin joined us. We finished our stuff, over some sharing of OG gossip, and went to Borders. Bought Deborah's book, which was really very cheap then we hung around because Amey was coming to try and rectify the gender imbalance in the group, helped by the fact that Letitia decided to go home. Happy for Mark, because from the 5 to 1 female:male ratio, it become 2:1. He'd been feeling a little weird. I think Letitia and I completely freaked him out in the bus because we were being really hyper. And our psychic connection is weird.. it still exists in full force! Anyway we were laughing and laughing and laughing and bullying Mark like hell.

I was halfway through reading the Love Actually screenplay when they decided that we'd better leave for Kembangan. So took the MRT, and then took a bus to Tiffany's. Very very roundabout route. Anyway her house is huge, a lot like Daph's only more levels. But I prefer Daph's. Although Tiff's rooftop is really nice. But all the staircases in her house are very bad for people with vertigo, because they're the kind with spaces between the steps and nothing below. Especially the spiral staircase to the roof. Really scary, especially going down.

Party was fun.. lotsa photos and photo-seeing done by the guys. Tsz San insists that I should join photog - I am flattered but not yielding. I did initially sign up, but I already told the guy that I no longer wanna join when he smsed me. I like taking photos a lot, but it's not something I want to do as a fixed thing with assignments, and being extra around school functions taking photos. I just wanna do it for fun. So I'll just remain an amateur. Had aglio olio for dinner - only vegetarian thing besides potato, but sweet of her to make it just for me. Kevin wants to have a veggie party at my place. He wants lotsa potato. Heh well I did offer already, but maybe it can be arranged sometime.

Anyway we sang Deborah a song, and gave her lotsa pillows and hugged her and cut a cake. Really great chocolate cake. I swear Brian's infatuated with Deborah - he was totally coordinating everything and trying to make it perfect. And yeah.. Brian. But not at all Brian Kinney. Not even a bit. Then Kristal and I decided to go home cos it was past ten and I have this terribly terrible blocked nose and my dad wanted me home soon. She has convinced me to try out for council. Would certainly look very good on college apps. And gets a lot of CCA points. And besides that, it would be a really interesting experience.

So I got back at 1130. And washed up and stuff. And it's almost 12. I don't wanna go to school tomorrow. Wanna crash HC celebrations. Anyway I guess I'll go out with Shirin. Have got 50 bucks from Dad, so I can fund my movie ticket and hers. Hopefully Chit comes.

Goodnight.

A young husband comes home one night, and his wife throws her arms around his neck: "Darling, I have great news: I'm a month overdue. I think we're going to have a baby! The doctor gave me a test today, but until we find out for sure, we can't tell anybody."

The next day, a guy from the electric company rings the door-bell, because the young couple hasn't paid their last bill: "Are you Mrs. Smith? You're a month overdue, you know!"

"How do YOU know?" stammers the young woman.

"Well, ma'am, it's in our files!" says the man from the electric company.

"What are you saying? It's in your files?????"

"Absolutely."

"Well, let me talk to my husband about this tonight."

That night, she tells her husband about the visit, and he, mad as a bull, rushes to the electric company offices the first thing the next morning.

"What's going on here? You have it on file that my wife is a month overdue? What business is that of yours?" the husband shouts.

"Just calm down," says the clerk, "it's nothing serious. All you have to do is pay us."

"PAY you? and if I refuse?"

"Well, in that case, sir, we'd have no option but to cut yours off."

"And what would my wife do then?" the husband asks.

"I don't know. I guess she'd have to use a candle."

I just realised that Buffy, on occasion, has the same crazy violins that Alias tends to have. And funnily enough, the Alias moment I remember with the violins in craziest overdrive was in Reckoning at the end, where she realises that the guy who's supposed to be her partner in the mission, has been killed by the bad guys. And she's in a loony asylum. In Buffy, the crazy violins are when the crazy vamp in the straitjacket in Helpless, decides to go invite a human for "dinner". Yes, so my crazy mind is.. crazy. Straitjacket-loony bin. I make my own fun.

And in Holy Cow! There's a line that goes "my safe-house on the other side of the looking glass". Hopefully other similarly insane Alias fans will see why that line amused me greatly.

Oh and further Alias-Buffy things. Also in Helpless, Buffy says "Bite me" to the bastard Council guy. Very Sydney Bristow. And Giles is relieved of his duties because of his affection for his charge, like Vaughn was relieved of his duties until Parity. Only Vaughn wasn't really completely fond of her or anything, but he was very fond later on. OK well the parallels are kinda stupid.

because i'm an english fiend:


- Those who jump off a bridge in Paris are in Seine.
- A backward poet writes inverse.
- A man's home is his castle, in a manor of speaking.
- Dijon vu - the same mustard as before.
- Practice safe eating - always use condiments.
- Shotgun wedding: A case of wife or death.
- A man needs a mistress just to break the monogamy.
- A hangover is the wrath of grapes.
- Dancing cheek-to-cheek is really a form of floor play.
- Does the name Pavlov ring a bell?
- Condoms should be used on every conceivable occasion.
- Reading while sunbathing makes you well red.
- When two egotists meet, it's an I for an I.
- A bicycle can't stand on its own because it is two tired.
- What's the definition of a will? (It's a dead giveaway.)
- Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.
- In democracy your vote counts. In feudalism your count votes.
- She was engaged to a boyfriend with a wooden leg but broke it off.
- A chicken crossing the road is poultry in motion.
- If you don't pay your exorcist, you get repossessed.
- With her marriage, she got a new name and a dress.
- When a clock is hungry, it goes back four seconds.
- The man who fell into an upholstery machine is fully recovered.
- You feel stuck with your debt if you can't budge it.
- Local Area Network in Australia: the LAN down under.
- He often broke into song because he couldn't find the key.
- Every calendar's days are numbered.
- A lot of money is tainted - It taint yours and it taint mine.
- A boiled egg in the morning is hard to beat.
- He had a photographic memory that was never developed.
- A plateau is a high form of flattery.
- A midget fortune-teller who escapes from prison is a small medium at large.
- Those who get too big for their britches will be exposed in the end.
- Once you've seen one shopping center, you've seen a mall.
- Bakers trade bread recipes on a knead-to-know basis.
- Santa's helpers are subordinate clauses.
- Acupuncture is a jab well done

HEE. Jireh watches Queer Eye, and he calls it "fucking fantastic". Or he might have said fabulous, which is even better because Emmett says fabulous and Queer Eye IS about the Fab Five. Anyway am burning him QAF in exchange for Queer Eye.

Heh Johnny Depp's doing a movie called The Rum Diary. And POTC 2!! And I can't wait to see him as Willy Wonka. Ahhhhhhh I love Johnny Depp.

I've been blogging far too much today. And I haven't even got to describing Wednesday. I might forget everything before I blog it. But for now, I want to shut my door and watch QAF. However I think I'm gonna have to leave my door unlocked, and watch Buffy. Equally amusing, if not half as sexy. Minty and her mom are going for Mona Lisa Smile tonight, and she asked me to go with, but my dad said no and gave me a lecture about even asking to be out so late after being out late every day this week. Actually it was stupid of me to have asked him. Anyway, maybe sometime this week when he isn't in town, I can go with Chit or something. Probably not tomorrow after all. I'll probably just go over for a while or something. Unless.. hmm. I think I'll go formulate a sneaky plan.

I just realised that the hinge thing that the Ikea woman gave, was the wrong size and the wrong type. After all the trouble I went to. Now I have to go back again. Maybe my dad'll take me this evening. Anyway tomorrow I'll probably go to Chit's place to transfer QAF and Alias videos to her com. I'm actually bothering because my dad lent me his portable hard disk. So maybe I can get Chit to go to Ikea and Queensway with me. I need to find FBTs and decent socks. And then maybe we can finally catch Mona Lisa Smile. Although now I'm on the way to broke, and also want to see scary movie 3, Goodbye Lenin, The Last Samurai which comes out in a couple of weeks, and a bunch of other movies.

I haven't had a bath yet. Feel a little icky, but the last time I bathed was almost midnight last night so I'm not bothering. In any case I am being terribly entertained by QAF while I'm alone at home. Brian is an incredible character. Bloody fucking sexy. And the show isn't mindless, because I'm realising that he's a really really complex character. And really screwed up. And there's this bit where he checks himself out in the mirror and he's like "I'd fuck me". HELL YEAH. And lesbian foreplay is scary, I totally agree with Daph although I haven't even got to the actual sex. I mean Lindsey and Melanie. Nothing to do with me. Yuck, the thought. I am so straight. Brian was totally wrong about straight people either hating gays to their face or hating them behind their backs.

It's finally Saturday and I finally got a nice long night's sleep. My dad's asking me to go with him for my brother's RI investiture, but all I want to do is stay at home and stone. And, well, take the opportunity to watch QAF. Brian is so fucking hot.

I had weird dreams last night, which I cannot really recall now. There was one part where I was walking with two people in a place that looked a bit like the RJ concourse, and one of them told me that Britney Spears had died of cancer. I somehow found it quite sad. It was probably inspired by the whole Anita Mui thing/my immense hatred for Britney Spears, and the Britney Spears Nonis thing last night. And I just finished reading the Life section, only to find out that Britney Spears just got married as a joke?! Why doesn't anyone tell me anything. I don't use the computer for a week, and Britney is married? And when I came back from India, everyone except me seemed to know that Gwyneth Paltrow was pregnant and married? Even my mom had already read it in the papers in India. Kinda funny that in my dreams Britney was dead and in real life she's married and divorced as well, all of a sudden. These kinda people are completely nuts.

Some Chinese guy called my number and asked if I'd eaten. He must be terribly embarrassed.

So I'm back. Just bathed after getting back about a half hour ago. Dad seems quite pissed about the late comings-home. Anyway am listening to the cd Jie Ming burnt for us.. and it's pretty good, only the last track is the college anthem. So it's just a little weird. But besides that, it's got pretty nice songs - Wonderwall, That Thing You Do, Top of the World, Vertical Horizon's Best I Ever Had, I'll Be There For You, At the Beginning, Stand By Me. And they also gave us macaroni-name test tubes with really pretty blue gel. And Chiara made us brownies, which smelled really really good but were completely rock hard. Sundar and Kristal wrote messages for us on the back of jigsaw pieces, which is really quite meaningful. They're really nice. Our OG's nice. We went to KFC for dinner, because alot of people were broke or close to. I bought a sandwich and ice blend from Coffee Bean, and by the time I came back to KFC, everyone was shifting to Swensen's because KFC was out of food. So went to Swensen's, and when I took out the sandwich one of the waitresses told me I couldn't eat outside food. Anyway I ended up sneakily eating, and not being able to finish. Probably because the ice blend quenched my hunger as well as thirst. I think the appetitelessness is catching. Anyway Let ate some of the thing. And we waited for Cherie and Kevin to eat, and finally I got tired and anyway it was 1115 so I left.

O Night was really fun. Jaxoras Idol was really amusing. Although Audrey thinks she can sing damn well although she really can't. Nonis is damn cute, Britney Spears imitator. He was even wearing a bandeau sort of thing inside his coat thingy. Zachijm's costume was kinda sad. Blue shirts and feelers on our hair. The guys' feelers were nice, just wrapped around bits of hair all over their heads. Jie Ming's got longish hair so he looked he had little palm trees all over his head, which was incredibly adorable. And Wei Xian, with two big horns hanging in front of his face. Droopy horns, which just sounds really dirty. And then the baby pictures of the OGLs. And the campfire with the whole school. Lotsa pictures. And dancing, and jumping. Then a last recount of Orientation with the OG. In the dark. In the Ja'cozy. Presents. Oh, we gave them matching little chairs from Ikea, with red cushions and matching bears which say "Best Dad" and "Best Mum". Really appropriate because we're forever teasing them in a matchmaking way. And they always get defensive and tell us not to be stupid, because they're really not a couple. But they always blush, so it's much fun teasing them. I took lotsa couply pictures. I tried during the Rain Dance when they were dancing together, and I realised during the Lambada part that it was the perfect opportunity. So I tried again during the Tango bit, but then Candice and Debra I think, were in front of me so they blocked my camera when they were holding hands. Damnit. Anyhow, they really really loved the presents. JM kept going on about how touched he was, and how cool it was. We all signed on the back of the chairs, and on the front Tiffany'd written their names all fancy-like. It looked printed. Real shiok, in their words.

Let's talk about yesterday. We had lectures in the morning. Well, we had Lit with Purvis which was intimidating but very interesting. And then almost three hours of break, during which we didn't know what to do with ourselves because for four days we'd been completely busy and then suddenly we had nothing to do. Then we had a Math lecture which was terribly terribly boring. The lecturer's good and her slow way of teaching will be useful later on in new topics, but her slow discussion of surds almost put me to sleep. Anyway I figured it would be a terrible start if I fell asleep during the very first day of lectures, so I kept myself awake. The freezing cold helped. After that, Shirin and I walked to my house for lunch, then changed and walked back. It was very tiring, and very hot and humid because it started to rain thankfully just as we reached school again. And then, Faculty Initiation or FacI. The hand sign for Faculty looks damn cool. Like clap, then cross arms over chest then stick your arms out like a rapper, with also one leg sticking out. Ok it sounds stupid and poseur but it looks cool, because it's mock-poseur. Anyway, facilitator was Alvin who is really cute. Like funny cute. He also has a really cute face, though not exactly in a hot way though he's hardly bad looking. He was telling us study tips and stuff. And then when we passed by one of the sports notice boards, he pointed out a girl in a photo and said she was his eye candy. He's damn funny, and he runs SO. DAMN. FAST. Although when playing handball, he does all these pro basketball and then manages to stupidly lose the ball. Anyway he's a rugger, apparently not the big type but the fast ones in the back and front or the middle or something. We played ultimate frisbee, which is rugby with a frisbee, essentially. And handball, and captain's ball. And we tried to set a record splatting paint on a banner. It sort of failed miserably. Oh, before all that we signed up as a class for Drama Feste. The guy in charge is terribly gay. He's like an Emmett replica, which is terribly adorable. And he uses lotsa big flowery language, like "I am vindicated, I am sooo vindicated" and words like equivocal and stuff like that. Damn I wish he was in my senior class. Anyway he's probably in the Players. He's so amusing. He came in earlier during Lit lecture and said some stuff. Everything he says sounds funny. And he has perfectly gay mannerisms. Anyway after all that, we met our senior class who seem rather unenthusiastic. Today we heard that the other two humans senior classes did all sorts of stuff and planned a lot of things for their juniors. Our senior class just bought us sweets, and played stupid games like the number game. I was the unfortunate soul who guessed the number, and for my forfeit I had to run around the train once with one of the guys who was training. Thankfully they made me run with Amus who is in my senior class, and he's quite nice and he was doing his last round so it wasn't too fast, though at the end I was totally lagging behind. I am so unfit. Nevermind. I will put it down to the Captain's Ball/Handball/Ultimate Frisbee I'd played before that.

Tomorrow I will do another long entry, hopefully fully covering all the other days. Now might be a good time to go to sleep.

hello. i am blogging now, after a whole week, because this entire week i haven't even had time to THINK. I tried to blog during the weekend which didn't feel like a weekend, but the entry got erased, wonderfully enough, before I could post it.
Anyway, I shall try to recount this week, which has been a frightfully expensive one. I've spent almost $150 in this week. Got the Dirty Dancing soundtrack! And saw School of Rock. Hopefully I can catch Mona Lisa Smile or Scary Movie 3 this weekend. If my dad gives me some more money maybe I can get Chit to go with me to HMV so I can buy the Coldplay calendar which is on sale for 10 bucks, and the POTC vcd for $16 which I think is pretty damn cheap but apparently isn't really cheap by most standards. But actually I think I should save up for the DVD instead - actor commentaries etc.

Let me recount my week, backwards.

Today was the second day of lectures - had Econs, History, Math, Civics. The econs lecturers are the arts lecturers, and they kinda suck. But basically right now the econs department sucks because Jamie Reeves left, and everyone is lamenting that. And the hist lecturer, Mr Kwok, is really gay but seems quite cute. But the seniors say he doesn't give good notes. So basically I'm going to be using Chit for her Econs and History lecture notes a lot. But atleast we have Sowden for Econs tutorial and Rolleson for European History so basically International History and Econs lectures are gonna be the problems. Will make full use of Chit's stuff in any case. After lectures, the 1B Mark and Tze San and I went to Ikea to join our OG cos everyone except Humans people had finished their lectures earlier, but we had Civics because McConnell wanted to talk to us. Anyway he told us about a play we're going to see next Friday, and our whole class signed up. And we have this buddy system, where people in pairs are 'mentored' by people from the senior class. Anyway, mine's not a pair, because there's 19 people in my class and therefore there's a treble - which is me, the other Mark, and Vaish. Mark's fine, but Vaish is a pain the ass. And I hope she never sees this blog. Anyway, went to Ikea, had a burger which was basically cheese and mustard and bread, and onion rings, and listened to Mark's theory that I should marry Bharat because he's a brahmin and I'm a brahmin. Then I was trying to buy the stupid hinge thing for my desk, and the Customer Services woman was so fucking patronising. She was like "all our hinges are round", "we have so many hinges, which EXACTLY do you want". And stupid me, I had taken a picture but I left my camera upstairs with the rest of the OG. Anyway she sent me upstairs to find out the exact fucking name of what I was looking for, where the much nicer woman photocopied a page out of her reference book for me to show the woman downstairs. And I take it down and she's like "ooooh that's not a hinge, dear". What fucking ever. I'm not a damn carpenter, I was describing the thing to her, and it looks like a hinge to me. Anyway, she searched for about 20 minutes, and came up with the thing, and I paid for it and a bright blue CD case. By that time my OG had bought chairs for Jie Ming and Chiara, and then we bought them bears that say "Best Mum" and "Best Dad". Which is coupley although they hate they idea cos they're not a couple, but it was cute and sort of appropriate for our OGLs, so we paid then went over to Anchorpoint to look for cards. I left from there to come home for a while, because I need to breathe. And now I'm typing this damn long report on my week. And now I have to go back to school. More tonight. Hopefully I don't die by then.

happy new year! just got back from the temple. it's such a pain, every year i get rudely awoken because we have to go to the temple for the first day of the year. anyhow, i still slept until 11. had some horrible food there, had an absolutely lovely time talking to all the indians (not.), and now am thankfully back home sweet home. it's a fucking hot day, and my feet still hurt from all the dancing last night. which was terribly fun. and for some reason i couldn't sleep last night, despite being pretty damn tired. so i think i'll sleep now after having lunch.