Finally, I have time to sleep.
Today's been.. hectic, to say the least.
I slept (relatively) early last night as I was really tired, but was so nervous about my exam that I was just tossing and turning all night.
And I meant to wake up at 5 to memorise my music stuff for the exam this morning, but I kept hitting snooze until finally I managed to make myself throw the covers off and wakeywakey at 615. And I practised, and showered, and memorised and stuff.
And then I couldn't get a cab out on the street for about 15 minutes, so we call a cab. And I get to my exam late. (For some reason the tense has changed, but let's just stick with present tense now.) The whole way, I'm trying to mug more for the exam.
And then the examiners aren't in the room, and I wander around trying to find them, and then I just go and sit in my teacher's room and try to stare at my books trying to get more stuff in at the last minute, and then they come in and my teacher looks mildly irritated when I try to explain that I was late.
And the exam begins. And it's a nightmare from the start, to about 3/4 way through. I was so fucking underprepared that I was absolutely mindnumbingly nervous, something I've never been before. And at one point when the examiner asked me to sing something, my mind just went blank and I kept singing the wrong thing. And I'm pretty sure that I made mistakes in everything except the last few songs, and thankfully the theory bit was fine.
But still, royal fuck-up. I doubt I can maintain my straight-A record. Damnit.
Oh and the most annoying thing? My mother, instead of going somewhere else, was standing outside the exam room the whole time as if I was some little kid who couldn't be left alone. And the door has this glass panel in it and every few minutes my mother would look in and make a weird expression like she was trying to ask me something. And it was so DAMN distracting. Because it was right during my blanking out thing that I realised that she was outside, and I was all shitshitshit I hope she isn't hearing the silence and all this shit because I'd rather not be tortured further about my lack of preparedness by her.
Anyway, the exam got over and I heaved a humongous sigh of relief, and then i'm walking out and i realise that my phone's missing, so it's back to the dreaded room to see if it's there, and the result is negative. so my mom calls the taxi company, and bless the soul who made the traffic bad in the morning and thereby made us have to call a cab, because it made it all the easier to find the cab in which my phone thankfully still was.
and then the cabbie had to go drop off my phone at some centre, and i had to go pick it up there. and i had time to kill, so i decided to follow my mom to orchard where she had some errands to run, and she took so damn long looking into all the gucci aigner prada burberry in paragon. but i did manage to pick up an sq inflight movie brochure at the pps office, and i get to watch 21 grams and peter pan and 50 first dates! yay! and i saw a really nice deep blue suede burberry bag which as kaimin says, is only about 900 bucks above my budget. it was real nice. and they had gorgeous coats which, after sale, are about 2000 bucks above my budget. i tried to get my mom to buy one so that later on i could steal it from her, but they only had size 6 which is probably about 3 sizes too small for her.
so.. point is, i hung around far too long with my mom, expecting to get free lunch and a ride back to school if i was with her. but i ended up abandoning her, getting a muffin for my hungry tummy and cabbing to school cos it was so damn late.
and school was another fiasco which needs no elaboration right now.

(OH MY GOD THERE'S A LIZARD IN MY ROOM. I JUST SAW IT ON MY DESK, AND STARTED SCREAMING AND WOKE MY MAID UP BECASUE I COULDN'T DO ANYTHING WITH A LIZARD ON MY DESK, AND SHE CAME WITH A BROOM, AND MADE THE FUCKING LIZARD JUMP ON MY BED. AND I RAN OUT SCREAMING AND FOR SOME REASON I STARTED CRYING BECAUSE IT'S BEEN SUCH A LONG FRUSTRATING DAY AND THIS IS THE LAST THING I NEED. I THINK THE LIZARD'S GONE NOW, BUT I STILL CAN'T POSSIBLE SLEEP FOR THE FEAR. THE POWERS THAT BE SHOULD SERIOUSLY CONSIDER MAKING LIZARDS ILLEGAL. THEY'RE A BANE TO SOCIETY, ALTHOUGH JIREH'S TRYING TO TELL ME THAT LIZARDS ARE GOOD BECAUSE THEY EAT INSECTS AND SPIDERS, BUT THAT MEANS THAT MY ROOM HAS SPIDERS AND INSECTS. MY MOM WOULD AGREE - SHE SAYS THAT IF MY ROOM WEREN'T A COMPLETE STY, THERE WOULD BE NO LIZARDS. I DON'T BELIEVE THAT LIZARDS EVOLVE FROM RUBBISH. BUT WHATEVER. ok enough already with the caps. my mother says that i might wake up with lizard in my mouth, and my brother said that the lizards are waiting for my hand in marriage, and chit says to watch out for anything wriggly in my bed. the world enjoys torturing me.)

and talking about pigsty room, this morning i noticed that my room was an absolute mess, and i had this instinct that my mom would probably try and clear it up herself or get my maid to, and either way in my mind it would only be messier because they wouldn't organise it properly at all. so i told my mom not to mess with my room; that i would clear up when i came home.
and when i did come home, it was only briefly to change, because i was going back out. and anyway claud and sophie came with, and i just had time to grab some late lunch and change and stuff, and to wait for sophie to finish using my computer.
met vivien and choon at cine, where i resisted the temptation to spend 7 bucks on a plate of creamy pasta. instead, we bought ice-cream. vivien or choon or someone came up with the brilliant idea of getting a double scoop per pair and then seperating it for each of us, which would cost each of us much less. so choon stole two cops, and then we bought two double scoop cups. quite an ingenious idea. i'm always doing these fantastic things when with vivien - the troy movie guide, the match support card (sh! maybe i shouldn't say this in such a public place.) and now the ice-cream.
confessions was.. entertaining but quite annoying, because it was trying to be inspirational and stuff, but it was really just rather frivolous and pretty typical. it ended at 645, and i waited for shirin for a bit before just going into the theatre for the harry potter premiere

(REMOVED)

harry potter was quite incomplete but it was good.
and then i walked with shirin to the mrt, and i took a bus from there. got home at almost 11, thankfully there was still some dinner for me. and then i came to the computer, and it's almost midnight now because i got rudely interrupted in the middle of this entry by the goddamn lizard. once again, i say, lizards ought to be outlawed.

ah yes.
jireh wants to enter the hwa chong litwing performance poetry thing. arts faccers please, and he'd like gay boys to read some gay poem he's done or something like that. let me/jireh know if you're interested. ít's on the 21st of august though, only a week after lysistrata so just a little bit of a tight squeeze. but perhaps we can just let jireh direct this and go out with a bang, eh?

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to reply to my tags
eugene - i think the flight timing is really nice. early flights are the only thing that make early waking exciting. like once i had a fever and i was still happy about waking up at 5 to go to new york. the stewardesses on that flight were real nice - supposedly unusual for united airlines - cos of my fever and i guess because i was flying business class. and ask bernie about his prezzie. i'm too embarrassed to tell you =P
kitson - jack the ripper died many years ago. hopefully. and you're planning to LIVE near london. although who would to rape/kill you, i can't think. actually the kill part i can understand. and you'd be easy prey.

alright i'm just babbling rubbish.. i shall go to bed now. hopefully without any lizards. no wrigglies, pleasepleaseplease god.

i cannot understand my mother at all.
she comes into my room to tell me not to wander off alone in london because it's very dangerous and i must always go in groups of atleast 3 or 4.
and then she says she'll go find about 'that girl' as well, and she wanders back out of my room.
and i ask after her, what girl?
and she says 'some american schoolgirl who got killed in london.'
and i really need to know that.
thanks for the encouragement, mom.

Just got back from the Odd Couple, and I have a humongous headache. NOT because of the play, because the play was great and the socialising thereafter was also great. I got asked by some RI juvenile whether I was Hadri's girlfriend... what a thought! I'm pretty sure it wasn't a serious question, thank god. =P Bernie's present *ahem* was also fun, although thankfully I saw very little of it, what little of it there is to see. It lived up to its silkiness... was sliding around inside the box so I only got a vague glimpse past the tape which reminded me of censor tape for some reason. Is there such a thing as censor tape?

Oh and we whined to Mrs Perry afterwards, about the fantastic sets and how we want fantastic sets for RJ too. And she says we can do it next year, so good :) I will look into having the current flats painted atleast.

Headache - probably a lethal combination of too much work, too little sleep, too much contacts-wearing, too much computer-staring (hey that rhymes!!!). Let me complain - I haven't started my overdue E Hist essay yet, let alone handed it in, and I have a music exam Monday morning that I'm severely underprepared for, and I also have to settle a 101 things for Lysistrata before I leave.

CIP camp was a really interesting experience. I made friends with this really adorable kid who has attention deficit disorder, and he was really really cute and funny until he was looking at my camera and turned the turning thing too far and there was this cracking noise, and I snatched it away and the thing was now turning the wrong way but thankfully the camera was still working fine. And later on I gingerly forced it to turn the right way, so now it's fine but just that you can see that the turning thing is slightly out, and it doesn't turn as smoothly as it used to. Anyway, after that I stuffed the camera in my bag and didn't take it out again. I was pretty upset. But the kid's still damn sweet, and was asking me if I could give him some toys and stuff, and I really want to, because it's shitty that my brother has boxes and boxes of toys that he doesn't touch anymore, and there's this little kid who doesn't have money for toys. He was telling me that his mother doesn't have money, she only has 20 dollars, and he doesn't have money. And later he was saying that he wanted more food because he was hungry and he really liked the Macdonald's food whereas half the volunteers had been complaining that the burgers tasted shitty. Puts things into perspective. I'm volunteering to follow up with the kids.

But I was majorly sleepy the whole day, so now I'm going to send myself to bed before midnight - first time this early in a long time. Tomorrow I have to wake up early and mug for music exam. My mum says that if I do then I can go for lunch with them, cos they're going with some friends to some place at Clarke Quay i think, and i won't have any company because all the younger-generation of that group are boys who are younger than me. However the food will be good, so the lunch offer is attractive.

The rest of my family is in the den discussing their New Zealand trip. I feel left out =[
I can't wait for London!

Anyway, goodnight all!

i just read on a blog that it's true that chandra's daughter has leukemia. i don't know his daughter, but apparently she's a really nice person, and chandra was a weird old guy but he was real nice to me atleast, and i feel terrible for him.

this is completely frivolous and flippant in comparison, but quite a fun quiz.

Barefoot- free, rebellious, and wild, you hate
boundries and rules. You tend to be on the
crazy side and often sweep people up along with
you. You are most likely the leader of your
group of friends. [please vote! thank you! :)]


What Kind of Shoe Are You?
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i feel depressed. everyone's going out of town and i have so much work to do.

For Vaish - (-pinkpinkpink!-)

Pink - Aerosmith

Pink - it's my new obsession
Pink - it's not even a question,
Pink - on the lips of your lover
(oh)
'Cause Pink is the love you discover

Pink - as the bing on your cherry
Pink - 'cause you are so very
Pink - it's the color of passion
Ah, 'cause today it just goes with the fashion

Pink - it was love at first sight
Yeah, Pink - when I turn out the light
And Pink gets me high as a kite
And I think everything is going to be all right
No matter what we do tonight

You could be my flamingo
'Cause pink - it's the new kinda of lingo
Pink - like a deco umbrella
It's kink that you don't ever tell her

Pink - it was love at first sight
And Pink when I turn out the light
Pink gets me high as a kite
And I think everything is going to be all right
No matter what we do tonight

Yeah!

I want to be your lover
I, I wanna wrap you in rubber
And it's pink as the sheets that we lay on
'Cause Pink - it's my favorite crayon

Yeah!

Pink - it was love at first sight
Pink - when I turn out the light
Pink - it's like red but not quite
And I think, everything is going to be all right
No matter what we do tonight

A mechanic was removing a cylinder head from the motor of a Suzuki Bike, when
he spotted a world-famous heart surgeon in his shop.
The heart surgeon was waiting for the service manager to come and take a
look at his bike. The mechanic shouted across the garage, "Hey Doctor,
can I ask you a question?"
The famous surgeon, a bit surprised, walked over to the mechanic working
on the motorcycle. The mechanic straightened up, wiped his hands on a
rag and asked, "So Doctor, look at this engine. I also can open it up,
take valves out, fix them, put in new parts and when I finish, this will
work just like a new one. So how come I get a pittance and you get the
really big money, when you and I are doing basically the same work?"
The surgeon paused, smiled and leaned over, and whispered to the
mechanic...
" Try doing it while it's running! " ! "

Don't anybody scream, but I have finally completed my International History Essay!!! Listening to U2 speeds up thinking, I'm pretty sure.
And it's 2004 words long, so I've decided that I shall not make any further changes because that might be an auspicious number. Haha. It better be, considering how late this essay is.
Next, to get cracking on Silas Marner/A&C/European History/the numerous other things that require my attention.
My life is fun!
GRIN.

(I amuse myself.)

Ok how terribly annoying - Shopaholic Ties the Knot makes a reference to "the Hindu goddess Ganesh".
Hello! Ganesh is MALE.

And there's a second reference to "goddesh Ganesh" on another page.

wonderful news! her amazingness khushnam has mailed! *fanfare*

"hi aparna
how are you
ya listen why don't u come online these days huh listen i am getting to worried
about u i hope ur ok if u have chaned ur id just tell me ok bye khushnam"

thank god i blocked her.

You are a GRAMMAR GOD!


If your mission in life is not already to
preserve the English tongue, it should be.
Congratulations and thank you!


How grammatically sound are you?
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i have promptly made it all go to waste by finishing a pint of haagen dazs chocolate ice-cream. this is bad. very bad.

(no exclamation marks! this is a recurring theme on this blog.)

hello my darlings, sorry i haven't blogged in a while. i'm sure everyone's been checking desperately every hour to see if i've updated.

i feel good today! i've just had a very full, fulfilling dinner. home food - yum!
and before that, a wonderful shower, preceded by a much-needed trip to the gym, which was really great! i stretched, did some weights, and ran a lot, and i didn't even feel very tired. only my face was really red, but the great kind of glowing red. yay!

and before that, was at the esplanade for the dialogue with the women leaders of singapore. that wasn't particularly good, a bit boring really, but vaish and i spoke to sara dean about using AWARE as the lysistrata charity, and to glenda chong about mediacorp sponsorship. sara dean was very weird in a sort of condescending way when we spoke to her, and when we asked how we could get in touch with her with a formal mail, she just gestured at her card that she was holding, and then we got interrupted, and then she said to get in touch by email. glenda chong on the other hand, was extremely nice. so i'll have to email them soon.

then we meant to go to the esplanade library, but we got trapped by the shops! found this really great shop - Popcorn, i think it was - and bought two LOTR movie calendar cards, and an LOTR chiraki or chirabi or chi-something, which is the movie flyer given out together with movie tickets in Japan. The shop is damn cool! I'm going to go back sometime and buy a movie poster. I want a Lost in Translation poster! And the woman working at the shop was really nice and her taste is similar to mine and Vaish's!

also walked around citylink.. made my customary trip to bookbinders to ogle at the expensive books, and this really gorgeous bag, and as usual promise that i'll save up one day for something from there. it's hideously expensive. but the red bag was soo nice. and just today i was telling myself that i have a nice black bag and a nice white bag, now i need a nice colourful bag. another one for the england shopping list, in addition to boots, skirt, and a whole host of other things.

before that.. had lunch at citylink, all by me onesy because stupid vaish was late! i decided to try o'briens irish sandwich bar, and bought an expensively not-very-nice sandwich and a chocolate muffin. i'm going around trying chocolate muffins everyone to see if there's any that can measure up to the coffee bean doublechocolatechip muffin, but so far i haven't found one.

what else happened today... cip camp dry run. was pretty ok, boring as a dry run should be, but i left early because of esplanade. received several compliments for my new skirt, so kudos to choon and vivien for convincing me that it was a good buy!

I think the number of exclamation marks in this post, tops the list.

my goodness even chit saw the people, and sushma and dell were ON the red carpet?!!! how the hell did THEY get tickets.

ok nevermind.

there was something i wanted to blog about but i have since forgotten.

Besides the brilliant brilliant BRILLIANT L/L kiss!!! BEAUTIFUL. That man is the fucking dream guy. Dream Guy. I swear. Doesn't matter that he isn't rich like my Dream Guy is supposed to be, but he's so HOT and so SWEET!!!!!

(Exlamation marks again) says my evil alter-ego, that is always attempting to puncture my happiness/unhappiness with reminders of how blogs are supposed to Conform to certain rules.

Oh yeah. What I wanted to say - the only thing keeping me going is the looking forward to the Lit trip. And I don't even have time yet, to start packing, or shopping for the things I need. And I can't even figure out what I need to shop for, and I can't think of what I need to pack. I need a holiday, majorly.

I AM SO ANNOYED!

MY MOTHER SAW SAIF, IN REAL LIFE! GEEZ. AND SHE DIDN'T TAKE ME.
(the real Saif, Saif Ali Khan - not our fake rugger boy.)
And she shook hands with Vivek Oberoi and spoke to Rani Mukherjee and Brett Lee, and all the people are THERE!!!!
Ahhhhhhhhhhh!
But the red carpet shite must've started way earlier than I could've gotten there, anyway, since the movie's starting now. (sour grapes, sour grapes.) It's the freaking world premiere and my mummy is there and I'm not! *&^*&%^&$^%$^%%!!!

And tomorrow my brother's going for the bloody celebrity football match! And on Sunday my mother's going for the IIFA Awards! I hate the world. (And everyday my posts seem to be overflowing with exclamation marks, one way or another.)

Well.. I saw Shekhar Kapur last night. Big deal. He's only DIRECTED Cate Blanchett and Kate Hudson and Geoffrey Rush and Heath Ledger and Joseph Fiennes!!! But he isn't THEM. Joseph Fiennes, he of the gorgeous smouldering eyes...

Shekhar Kapur was great though - extremely intelligent, and really really interesting. A close to three hour talk-cum discussion managed not to put me to asleep, which is a major feat considering that sleep, or the vain attempt at prevention of it, is my major activity during most lectures in school. I will post my thoughts about the talk, at a later date.

Now, I have to go do finish my history essay which is already two days late! And take a shower. And I want to watch the OC tonight, rather than tomorrow. But looks like I shall have to figure out what I'd rather do. I wish I could have a few hours more per day. 24 really doesn't cut it.

I have a gorgeous huge new monitor!
17 inches =)
Beautiful beautiful.
My dad's such a sweetheart! He didn't even tell me that he was finally getting my new monitor, and then today there was someone at the door for him, and a little later I went to ask him something, and he suddenly just pointed to the doorway, and there were two boxes with monitors! One for me and one for my brother! (That reminds me of Hadri's line. 'One for my sister, and one for me.' Or maybe it was the other way round.)

Too many exclamation marks.
I have spent too much time setting up the new monitor, and in the process also vacuuming all the dustballs behind my desk, and clearing away rubbish because I zealously decided to vacuum the desk itself. Vacuuming is surprisingly fun!

I need to do my history!

10 IMPORTANT THINGS INSIDE YOUR BACKPACK :

1. wallet
2. handphone (not really in backpack, but still.)
3. pencilcase
4. camera
5. little bronze notebook
6. writing paper
7. contact lens case
8. moisturiser
9. very wonderful healing garden body spray that i'll never find in singapore
10. lip balm

9 THINGS THAT YOU REALLY WANT NOW :
Perhaps I should say refer to wishlist on the left, but here goes nothing
1. Money.
2. Brian Kinney
3. Johnny Depp
4. an iPod
5. a new digital camera
6. Good, non-Cadbury's chocolate
7. QAF DVDS
8. The remaining Buffy DVDs
9. sleep

8 OF YOUR FAVOURITE FOODS :

1. Coffee Bean double chocolate chip muffin
2. Godiva chocolate
3. Haagen Dazs/Ben&Jerry's chocolate ice-cream
4. Secret Recipe chocolate cake
5. my grandma's palak koottu (stew thingie)
6. Coffee Club Express mozzarella&tomato prata wrap
7. rice and yoghurt with milk and lime pickle
8. Original Sin bruschetta pomodoro

7 OF YOUR CLOSEST FRIENDS :

1. Chit
2. Shirin
3. Sophie
4. Kelly
5. i don't really know who else to say
6.
7.

6 OF YOUR FAVOURITE MOVIES :

1. Dirty Dancing (the original 1987 one)
2. LoTR
3. Troy
4. The Hours
5. Dil Chahta Hai
6. Moulin Rouge

5 THINGS IN YOUR ROOM :

1. Computer
2. Books
3. CDs
4. Stuffed toys
5. Dressing table

4 THINGS YOU ATE/DRANK TODAY :

1. mushroom noodles
2. some weird asparagus soup
3. chapati with lady's finger
4. youghurt rice with milk and lime pickle :)

3 THINGS YOU COULDNT LIVE WITHOUT :

1. computer
2. friends
3. chocolate

2 THINGS YOU USUALLY READ :

1. Fiction
2. fashion magazines


1 PERSON YOU CAN'T FORGET :

Daph.

I just found out what we got for SYF Drama..
If anyone's interested, ask me!

i forgot to say:
In Troy, I especially loved the part when Achilles is telling the woman (Perseas? Chryseas?) that the gods envy men because they're mortal and "everything's more beautiful because we're doomed".

I should go read the Iliad. It's another of those books that I have but can never bring myself to touch. Maybe if I read it I can make a more intelligent commentary on the movie. Although I don't fancy super-intellectual showoffism much. It was an enjoyable movie, and it was "inspired" by the Iliad, and with that sort of scale, it's got to be commercialised a little bit. LOTR was, and so are most book to movie adaptations. I hate when people get so anal about stuff.

I want to watch Troy again!

oh my goodness I can't BELIEVE I forgot to blog about Troy!
Troy was MAGNIFICENT.

Best movie I've watched in a very long time. In a grand, theatrical, fantastic way.

DO NOT READ FURTHER IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO BE SPOILED ABOUT THE MOVIE. ALTHOUGH ANYBODY WILL A LITTLE BIT OF KNOWLEDGE OF MYTHOLOGY WOULDN'T HAVE ANYTHING TO BE SPOILED ABOUT. ANYWAY I DON'T KNOW HOW TO MAKE THE WORDS INVISIBLE, SO JUST DON'T READ.


I guess they screwed up the mythology a little, or rather, left out some stuff.
But it was really well directed, and well shot, and well produced. Costumes and sets and stuff magnificent! And the fight scenes were great. Especially the Hector-Achilles fight. That was simply brilliant, and the drumbeat in the background was perfect.
Oh I have nothing but gushing to do about the movie.
I guess it helps that it was totally hormonally appealing.
Brad Pitt is a GOD. Really great acting as well.
But Hector! He's very good-looking too, and such a wonderful character, and also fantastic acting.
Orlando as usual looking yummy but ending up a little bit pathetic because of the comparatively sad role. However, he did look cool during the archery bits - LOTR gave him lots of practice and lots of style doing that, of course.
I for some reason felt that Hector's wife was more beautiful than Helen. She wasn't blondely beautiful, but she had this beautiful sort of strength about her, and she's really tall and has a beauutiful jawline, and an incredibly long neck.

Have I mentioned how much I loved costumes?! G.O.R.G.E.O.U.S.
The women's dresses were absolutely lovely, especially Helen and wife-of-Hector, in those beautiful silk white/blue flowy dresses. And the blue and white tye-died cloth that's generally used for the casualwear of the Trojans was really cool. The men look supremely weird in sarong-like skirts, but I LOVE it when they're wearing robes with their chests uncovered. It's terribly sexy, and both Orlando and Hector have very nice chests, and they wear really nice robes.

And BRAD PITT. BRAD PITT. BRAD PITT. The scene with whatshername, where she came to kill him, and he just flipped her over and slid her dress up and started kissing her? SO HOT. Choon and I were just dying there in our seats. Shite. A&C - dying will never be the same. Anyway I meant dying like death, dying. Just normal ol' dying. Although of the hormonal variety, but still. Ok nevermind. I'm going to choke on my foot if I shove it any further into my mouth.

I almost cried when Hector died, and the way they shot Achilles' death was marvellous. It was so sudden, and yet expected, and it was so so sad.

The most wonderful thing is that the movie, despite being 2h 40min, seemed too short. OK fine not too short, but it didn't feel long. The only time I was looking at my watch was to figure out if Achilles' death was nearing.

I know that quite a few people disagree, but for me Troy ranks with LOTR and Gladiator and stuff. I love epic movies. They're so magnificent.

Anyway, my love for that movie is carrying me too far away. I need to watch it again. Especially since I missed the beginning. Which is very annoying. I hate missing the beginnings of movies.

And now I really go to sleep.
Goodnight.

The chocolate buffet at Fullerton is quite disappointing. I don't recommend it. Really. Because everyone thinks that they can stuff themselves with chocolate, but they can't. Especially when all the chocolate is supersweet, and the fondues are not even proper. And almost everything's got nuts in it, or tastes fruity. And it's not just me and my anti-fruitsandnuts thing. Choon was really quite annoyed with the whole thing as well.

Ok it's not THAT bad. I didn't hate it. But I didn't think it was really worth the 30 bucks. I wouldn't go again, basically.
I very quickly got sick of the chocolate, and even though the hot chocolate would've been good, the very thought of it made me feel ill so I was just sipping my tea. Thankfully my parents were treating me to the thing, so I don't feel too cheated.

Today I bought a skirt! I realised that considering the type of person I am, I dress amazingly un-girlyly. Unfemininely, whatever. I've always hated wearing skirts. Maybe I'm still traumatised by the skirts and frocks of my childhood. Although, thinking about it, I don't think my mother dressed me particularly badly. The dresses are quite cute. But I vaguely remember that even then I wanted to wear pants all the time, I think? Vague memories.
Anyway I've decided that skirts are good. Buying a skirt today made me feel empowered, like a woman. It's a really adorable skirt, really cute blue with French drawings on it. Really cute. I'd rather have bought a more basic skirt, like denim or military green or grey or black, but this was adorable and one-of-a-kind, sort of, so I decided to just pick it up. I now need a white long-sleeved top to go with it, although I realised that my yellow Topshop top looks quite nice. But it looked really nice with Viv's white Mango top and my pink bra underneath when I tried it. So I need to go shopping for a white top, or maybe I'll wait until England =) And I still have to find a nice basic skirt. Skirts are actually not a bad thing! Ok shopping in England! 3 pound jackets at H&M, hopefully. I love shopping.

I've been sort of glad that distance from Orchard and lack of time have kept me from shopping as much as I used to, but I miss it! I should shop more often; it makes me happy. And at the moment I don't feel particularly inclined to buy books or CDs, so clothes it shall be! Skirts and tops. No more pants for a long time. I have wayy too many pants, and one can never have enough tops. And I have close to zero skirts. I can't believe I've hated skirts for so long.
One day I will move on to dresses. Eurgh.

My word, the above makes me sound hopelessly pathetic! I'm not really pathetic, I quite like my clothes. I've just never been a skirt person, sadly.
I just got reminded of how Shannon (from ANTM) always says "Oh my word! Oh my word! Oh my word!" and never ever says "my god!".

Anyway, the auditions this morning were pathetic! Hardly anybody turned up. I am absolutely disgusted. We need to make RP members more aware of stuff!

I have spent too much money today. Very expensive crepe lunch, movie, skirt, chocolate buffet. Orchard is very bad for me, and I'm in debt. Fortunately I am owed money by the parents. I will make good.

Now, for sleep.
Tomorrow I must do work.

OK.

if anybody's reading this and has been considering the lysistrata audition and the monologue is a turnoff, forget the monologue.

i'm getting depressed.
it's like i'm leaving my old life behind, and old friends behind, and starting over. and starting over's not bad, but it's depressing.
and it's not even really like this is a new life anyway, because it isn't. most of the people are the same, most of life is similar.
but it feels so different, and there are some people i no longer talk to, some people i no longer -could- talk to, some who've just sort of disappeared.
and it's like i don't need them anymore, and they don't need me.
or, well, i don't talk to them enough to know whether they do need me or not. or want me.
maybe i'm just too busy.
i realised today that i don't know when i have time to find a mirror for my bathroom. because the mirror hasn't been fixed for about a month.
it's quite a depressing thought, that i'm never at home.
and it's unthinkable, the lack of communication that's pervading every aspect of my existence. it used to be unthinkable. it's so weird that i'm keeping so much to myself, whereas i never would have.
i feel so happy nowadays, most of the time, because i love the people around me so much. but when i'm alone i realise that there are people i used to love more than this, and those people are never around me. i don't even know if 'used to love' is accurate. i'm just completely confused.
i wouldn't turn back time, actually. i'm really very happy where i am. i'm doing so much more for myself than i did before. rgs days were happy, but they feel too distant for me to wish that i were there once again. but moving on is such a damn depressing thing.
the worst thing is feeling that someone i used to need so much, doesn't even think of needing me now.
and i don't even know what i'm supposed to do about it. making a phone call has become so hard.
there are very few people whom i can have endless phone calls with, and you know what, those endless phone calls have practically ceased.
i don't know, maybe it's just because i'm never at home.
maybe being at home a bit more would help things.
it's weird that my blog is probably a good enough source to help keep uptodate on my life, but there are some blogless people whose lives .. ok whatever i can't be bothered to continue the rest of this rant.

grr. happythoughts, happythoughts, please.

gilmore girls was happy! but i feel too drained to start describing that happiness now. it's sort of left me anyway. there was a reallyreally eartoear grin on my face at some point before this.
nitpick: when luke hugged jess, jess's face was on luke's right shoulder. and then they cut to a different camera angle, and jess's face is suddenly on luke's left shoulder.
lorelai has a really really beautiful smile.

Claud:
Lysis means 'breaking' - Matin told me today, because he knows what photolysis means. Which means that 'Lysistrata' sort of means breaking barriers (strata, like social strata, segregation, etc). It was like an epiphany! Very cool, innit?

Incidentally, Matin the triple-scientist was trying to convince me that we're accelerating towards the centre of the earth becasue of the circular motion of the earth. It frankly freaks me out, and it has firmly reaffirmed my belief that science makes no sense!

I just watched Calendar Girls with Hadri & Mike & Matin & Benuel & Shirin. Watned to watch Troy, but Ben and Shirin are watching that with 1B tomorrow, so I'm going to join the girls in my class tomorrow for Troy, because I MUST watch that movie. It looks so golden-godly! Hadri might join us - he'll be the odd one out: the girl from another class. (Hadri if you read this: I'm kidding! Do not kill me, if you take offence, which I doubt you will so I hope my doubt is right.)
Anyhow, Calendar Girls was pretty good! Really funny, and I think more older women should go watch it. It's a bit Lysistrata-ly rebellious, with the whole female empowerment thing going on, so pretty good preparation for the auditions tomorrow.

Which reminds me:
Again, Lysistrata auditions
9-12 am, LT 3, bring a monologue that's about a minute long.

The SYF was pretty good. I think OzeroO1 was really really fantastic today, which frankly was sort of unprecedented. It was the best of the four today, although the NJC one was well-acted and really feel-good. But ours had the most impact, IMO.

And then it was off to Zara, with Hadri and Matin terribly excited about going there. Unfortunately the salesguy refused to let me take a picture of Matin in a really nice brown leather jacket, and he was continually frowning in our direction after that. We were unable to convince Benuel to try out this really cooldude blue striped shirt with a weird flower painting on it. The men's section had a lot of very cool resort-type clothes. Like totally hot men in a Cancun resort type. Only no hot Mexican men in sight.
Stupid Shirin didn't buy her skirt, and I felt fat as usual, and there's this really chic black mini that I covet. Maybe Shirin'll buy it. But it's pretty pricey for a really small skirt, and actually I'd rather buy tops because it's so much better to have millions of tops and a few good bottoms. Zara's got some nice tops. Their polos are nice, I might buy one. And they're half the price of Ralph Lauren polos, while the fit is just as good. Even if the colour isn't so cool, and having a polo player logo is cooler than an unrecognisable Zara logo.

Hmm. Must make K shop for me in Spain. Maybe give her a Zara/Mango shopping list. Yay! I think Topshop in London is more expensive than Singapore, on the other hand, if I remember Daph's comparison correctly.

This morning I woke up and decided that I would go to school late, so I told my mom and told Poorna to go ahead without me, and went back to sleep, meaning to wake up at 730. And the next thing I know, it's 830. So I decided I might as well just go in time for the end of Hist lecture. So I lazed around a bit, and went at 1030. Bought tickets for OddCouple, showed off the RJ guys to Dawn&Xuan&Bernie, and probably got spotted showing Rosebud to Dawn! How embarrassing.

Anyway, tonight I have to prepare the set pieces for Lysistrata auditions.
I have a headache!

Does anyone know what it is about the TVMobile?? It's impossible not to watch it, however annoying the show is. Even if it's in Chinese, my eyes keep getting drawn to it. There's something fishy.

There was other stuff I wanted to blog, but I cannot remember.
Ta!

Oh my god the latest ep of Gilmore Girls is really nice! well, not the latest one but the latest one i've watched - Luke Sees Her Face. Although really, Luke's been seeing her face for a long time, she just never saw his. Anyway. The ep made me happy! And Jess is back, maybe for good! I don't know, although I doubt it since spoilers indicate RoryDean and not RoryJess. That's not really a spoilerspoiler that readers need to get mad at me about, because I'm not entirely sure.

GG's made me feel happy after a long time, which is just the most wonderful thing ever! I don't mean I haven't felt happy in a long time, because I feel happy quite often, especially in class because I love my class! I mean that GG hasn't been happy in a long time - it's either been really sad or really crappy. So this was good.
I can't wait for the next ep, which with some luck I'll be watching tomorrow!

I just got back from UPCC a while back, where I was stoning the whole day being assistant director for SYF, which basically means I sit and watch and do nothing. The only useful thing I did was do Hadri's and Ernest's make-up, and Ernest's lips turned out way too red anyway because they gave me this majorly red lipstick to use on him, which even blotting could not tame. And during the non-fulldress run through, I was just listening to Ruthie's Diana Krall cd, and I fell fast asleep until the dance part. That was really nice, falling asleep in a cold, dark theatre, with jazz in my ears.

Tried to go and find reallyred, scarlet lipstick but gave up and went for lunch at HollandV while Amanda and Tzing went to find the lipstick. Ate expensive pasta at Coffee Club, and concluded that although this restaurant is quite nice for dates and stuff (and before any questions arise of who my companion was, it was Shirin and both of us are straight), the food is much better at Coffee Club Express at Wisma. This place didn't even have prata wraps!
Anyway after that I decided to forget about my doublechocolatechip muffin from Coffee Bean, because I felt extremely broke.

And man, my memory is beyond bad. I just started typing that I was feeling extremely guilty about forgetting to put up the Lysistrata signup sheets on the RP board, and how I feel like such a shitty chairman, and then I remembered that I DID put up the signup sheets, this morning! My brain is failing me.

Anyway, RP members go sign up for auditions! Participation in Lysistrata is compulsory :)

what a weird day.
this morning, while i was walking to the back gate to be picked up for school, all of a sudden it started POURING. and i get drenched, and my mom calls me like three times because she saw me walking out and then the rain pouring and she's all are you getting drenched? should i send the maid with an umbrella for the rest of the way? blah blah, and all i needed was to make a dash for the nearest shelter, NOT wait for the maid to bring an umbrella, HELLO.

and the traffic was amazingly bad. even worse than usual. it took 15 minutes to get from my place to school, which is sort of unimaginable under normal circumstances. although normal circumstances is becoming a sort of.. anachronism, because every day the traffic is just horrible.

my god. this morning seems like an age-and-a-half ago.
school was grey and drippy and cold, that's pretty much all i remember.
and history in a dark ts, the presentation which i crapped my way through, managing to sound vaguely intelligent with my few comments. and the part that i was meant to explain was pushed to later, which will never come as dear rolly hijacked and finished up our presentation for us as usual!
such a dear man.

and the stupid econs with the phallic mike, goodness.
then off to kitson's, to attempt fixing his incorrigible computer.
actually my going there was entirely useless since my computer expertise is really negligible, i just have some luck with them so i generally manage to make them work for me. anyway this particular computer really won't work. it's quite mad. even shoojee's relative expertise was of no use.

and then back for rp, and then nothing left to do, therefore secret recipe for gorgeous chocolate cake, then home for sleep, wakey-up in time for dinner and tuition (during which i really did math!) and now i'm here and my mom's been telling me to sleep for the past two hours because she's getting worried about my sleep patterns, and it's close to midnight now.

khushnam just sent me this mail, with an mp3 attached or something:
"hey aparna this is clarity m3u that means its not a mp3 butr its the full song and only 1kb ok it works with out internet and internet ok bye khushnam"

god she is weird.

am having a very interesting conversation about aesthetic person.

her:
we're not mad about him, per se.

me:
i know

he's like, aesthethic.
like how people talk about picasso's sunflowers.

noooo he's way nicer to look at than picasso's sunflowers
and when'd picasso draw sunflowers anyway?
are you talking about van gogh?

oh, damn me.
yes.

anyway. i can't really think of a painting that i'd rather sit in front of and stare at all day than i'd like to stare at him
excuse me if that sentence is grammatically very screwed.

HAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
how hilarious!!!
i shall like
just sit and gape at him
because he is so aesthetic

--- guess who?


anyway am off to bed now. i will have sweet sunflower (no! rosebud. haha.) dreams. possibly. what an obsession this is turning into. it's all someone's fault! i will not name names, or else i will have to look forward to having several heavy books/other conveniently located articles hurtling towards me tomorrow. goodnight, all.

god.
just finished my bit of the rollason position paper on italy.
i think the whole thing's going to be a bit weird, because vaish, sophie and i are each just doing a few points each, and the whole argument is going to be quite disjointed. if there can at all be an argument when the points are being argued by three seperate people.
oh well.
the glories of last-minute work.

am talking to jireh now! he says stanford is fucking wonderful and san fran's been fucking wonderful and he's been attending random classes that are all fucking wonderful and he's not being sarcastic. and the mornings he's dying of cold, and i'm so jealous because not only is he at stanford enjoying his ass off while i'm doing shitty history shit, he's also not in the sweltering heat of singapore; he's freezing instead! how wonderful would it be at this point for singapore to turn freezing cold. i would give an arm for it, possibly.

i am very angry that my aircon is behaving inefficiently. grr. and he tells me of the all-day super-efficient aircon that is current palo alto weather. and soon my dad'll be arrving there as well. double grr.
anyway, only good thing is, the latest that i should be getting my dvds will be around the 23rd of may-ish?
unless there's another screwup.

anyway. more random accounts of my daily escapades shall be reserved for some later hour. go read sophia's blog to read about the mrs seah incident, though. that deserves recounting.

and i got this email address from mrs perry, minliluv@somethingthaticannotremember. and the whole day "minliluv" has been repeating in my head, just that one word. i just realised why - miniluv: 1984. haha it's so wonderful to figure out what's been bothering you all day.

i also have to say that the moe disgusts me beyond belief.
(and now i will go and pray fervently that the moe does not blogstalk. or else my future might be the victim of a search-and-destroy mission.)

Quite interesting, considering the resemablance of the title to the name 'Lorelai'.

Lorelei - Ella Fitzgerald

Back in the days of knights in armor
There once lived a lovely charmer
Swimming in the rhine
Her figure was divine

She had a yen for all the sailors
Fishermen and gobs and whalers
She had a most immoral eye
They called her lorelei

She created quite a stir
And I want to be like her

I want to be like that gal on the river
Who sang her song to the ships passing by
She had the goods and how she could deliver
The lorelei

She used to love in a strange kind of fashion
With lots of hey-ho-de-ho-hi-de-hi
And I can guarantee I’m full of passion
Like the lorelei

I’m treacherous, yeah-yeah
Oh, I just can’t hold myself in check
I’m lecherous, yeah-yeah
I want to bite my initials on a sailor’s neck

Each affair has a kick and a wallop
For what they crave, I can always supply
I want to be just like that other trollop
The lorelei

I want to be just like that other trollop
The lorelei

Quite interesting, considering the resemablance of the title to the name 'Lorelai'.

Lorelei - Ella Fitzgerald

Back in the days of knights in armor
There once lived a lovely charmer
Swimming in the rhine
Her figure was divine

She had a yen for all the sailors
Fishermen and gobs and whalers
She had a most immoral eye
They called her lorelei

She created quite a stir
And I want to be like her

I want to be like that gal on the river
Who sang her song to the ships passing by
She had the goods and how she could deliver
The lorelei

She used to love in a strange kind of fashion
With lots of hey-ho-de-ho-hi-de-hi
And I can guarantee I’m full of passion
Like the lorelei

I’m treacherous, yeah-yeah
Oh, I just can’t hold myself in check
I’m lecherous, yeah-yeah
I want to bite my initials on a sailor’s neck

Each affair has a kick and a wallop
For what they crave, I can always supply
I want to be just like that other trollop
The lorelei

I want to be just like that other trollop
The lorelei

Iago, from "Othello"


Who is your Evil Soulmate? (For Ladies)
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Sunrise - You seek to learn all you can so that you
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You enjoy tranquility and peaceful beauty, and
like to feel at one with the world.

Just home from Kitson's - we did nothing except play board games, because it was freaking hot outside so we were too lazy to walk to Great World, and there was nothing else to do. But it was remarkably fun! Half the class played Risk and the other half played Life. Actually not really half and half, since half the class wasn't there, and only 3 people played Risk while about 6 played Life.

Life is a fun, fun game. It's quite amusing to play.

"Stick the guy in" - Shoojee.
And Vaish's constant anti-establishmentarianism, with the "why do we HAVE to get married? and note that when you get married you get a Life tile. like you can't have a life without being married." She who was constantly whining about having no kids.
And I observed that there was no divorce. Well. It is thus quite obvious what kind of person created the game.
Atleast there doesn't seem to be a rule that you have to get married to a person of the opposite sex. I was tempted to marry a pink thing and be lesbian, but it would be lesbianism just as a rebellion, which isn't a true representation of me.
And, while we're dissing the conventionalism of the game, the pinkforgirl and blueforboy is also into that whole society-mould-stereotype thing. Hmph.

Vivien makes fantastic chocolate cupcakes! I brought one whole box home for my family. Really good stuff. I ate four. Feel so fat.

And my visa application's annoying. I went in the morning, before the class thingie.
The school doesn't have a proper itinerary or anything for the trip, and the visa application requires it, so I need to procure proper details from the UK travel agents, and go back again to do my application.

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Who will play your love interest:	Shannen Doherty
Weeks you will stay in the box office:	24
Song that will play during your love scene:	ABBA - Take a Chance On Me
Song that will play during your death:	Black Box Recorder - Seasons in the Sun
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Who will play you:	Kevin Smith
Who will play your love interest:	LL Cool J
Weeks you will stay in the box office:	8
Song that will play during your love scene:	Wilco - Box Full of Letters
Song that will play during your death:	Lynyrd Skynyrd - Freebird
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Your Life: The Movie by mintyduck
Who will play you:	Kevin Smith
Who will play your love interest:	Hilary Duff
Weeks you will stay in the box office:	5
Song that will play during your love scene:	Space - Female of the Species
Song that will play during your death:	Frank Sinatra - My Way
Your name:
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Your Life: The Movie by mintyduck
Who will play you:	John Leguizamo
Who will play your love interest:	Alyson Hannigan
Weeks you will stay in the box office:	10
Song that will play during your love scene:	Lovage - Anger Management
Song that will play during your death:	Prince - 1999
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I just found the really awful lyrics to a song called "Chocolate Salty Balls".
It's quite hilarious really - read the lyrics.

I am very annoyed.

Today I was standing at the MRT platform, and when the train came in there was this guy walking past me, trying to look for the emptiest carriage or something. He decided it was the one in front of me, and he shoved through the people standing there and planted himself right in front of the doors, like the ugly Singaporean that he is. And then when the doors opened, he shoved through the crowd, to hell with the people trying to come out of the train, and found a seat for himself. And he wasn't fat, but he wasn't a small man, so it was certainly was not a pleasant experience for the people he was pushing past.
And by no means is this sort of extreme kiasu-ness an isolated occurrence. Admittedly I don't travel by MRT very often at all, but virtually every time that I have, I've seen people who barge into the MRT without waiting one second for the passengers to come outside first.
Sometimes I wonder where people's brains are located. I think a large number have theirs in their asses.

And then I was thinking about the humanz scholarship and how we've been in JC for close to FIVE months and they still haven't made a fucking decision about our lives. What about the people in arts who want to shift classes once they get the scholarship? They get sucked into a totally new class, half a new syllabus and it's either that or they've got no choice but to stay in their classes, while frankly for quite a few applicants the attraction of humanz is the intellectual environment?

Tomorrow I have to choose between 'party' at Kitson's, and SYF rehearsal. Plus the necessary trip to the British embassy in the morning. I need a moment for me. A moment when I don't feel like just falling fast asleep. Today I fell asleep when I was between music and dance classes.. and my contacts went all awry and the toilets at SIFAS are so lizard-ridden, and especially since all the lizards go and hide behind the mirror as soon as anyone steps in there, I didn't dare to go and fix my contacts. So I stumbled around a bit during dance. And then was that MRT ride with the super ill-mannered man.

Still ... exhausted.

still exhausted. (what else is new?)
am home from ora - thankfully that is also over, Brainiest Rafflesian seems to have gone off fairly well, but for a few hiccups.
and now, all I want to do is sleep, but I have to rush off to Fine Arts :( Because I skipped last week.
Sigh.

Kalashatvam is finally over.
Thank god.

Am beyond exhausted.
And I didn't even feel anything before or after the performance. Maybe because it was all of two minutes long.
The hugging was all mechanical for me, and no squealing on my part. Thank god because it's -so- unprofessional to exit the stage after curtain call and immediately start squealing extremely loudly. Not to be anal or killjoy or anything, but it's sort of annoying.
The whole SAT thing was so shitty.. I really would have liked to have been in more dances. It would've been much better.
And Nazis will be Nazis --- not fun. But for a few much-loved people.
Indians are such strange beings.

Madness is everywhere.
Tomorrow's kalashatvam, and I'm rather unexcited. I -wish- I hadn't signed up for the SATs so that I could've been in more dances. And I'm not even doing the SATs now anyway.
And I'm not bothering to prepare anything.. like try and remember what stuff to bring and what I have to do tomorrow and all that.
How boring.
I need sleep.

Today's a day for new hate and Nazis.
I'll be very glad when kalashatvam's over.

I want to get cracking on lysistrata! so much more fun.

skinny beanie says:
hi
it's a traitor's moon. says:
hi sorry i'm busy and very sleepy i'll talk to you another day ok?
skinny beanie says:
ok but can we chat tommorrow
it's a traitor's moon. says:
nope
skinny beanie says:
then when
skinny beanie says:
ya come on man
it's a traitor's moon. says:
maybe next wednesday or something
skinny beanie says:
ok fine
skinny beanie says:
can we chatfor a little while
it's a traitor's moon. says:
not really
it's a traitor's moon. says:
i'm quite quite tired
skinny beanie says:
ok ok i understant its ok ya
it's a traitor's moon. says:
thanks
skinny beanie says:
ur welcome best pal
it's a traitor's moon. says:
best pal??!
skinny beanie says:
Ya
skinny beanie says:
Hey Ur Summer Holidays Are About To Start Mine Have Started So Why Don't U Come To Delhi Some Time With Ur Mom
it's a traitor's moon. says:
they're not about to start.
skinny beanie says:
What U Said JUne
skinny beanie says:
Hey Please Ya When Are Ur Holidays Starting
it's a traitor's moon. says:
june
it's a traitor's moon. says:
that's a month away
skinny beanie says:
Ya Don't Forget 5th June
it's a traitor's moon. says:
what's 5th june?
skinny beanie says:
my birthady
skinny beanie says:
my birthday
it's a traitor's moon. says:
ohh
it's a traitor's moon. says:
anyway.. june i'll be in england so i can't come to delhi
skinny beanie says:
Oh Man I Have Holidays Till May 12 To July 12
skinny beanie says:
Just Started Today
it's a traitor's moon. says:
it's the 7th of may today.. not really the 12th yet
skinny beanie says:
oops Sorry
skinny beanie says:
And I'm Going Crazy For Finding Clarity By John Mayer
skinny beanie says:
Do U Have It On Mp3
skinny beanie says:
I Am Haveing AVery Bad Tummy Ache
skinny beanie says:
I Don't Know is It Because Of U KNow What
it's a traitor's moon. says:
oh ok.
skinny beanie says:
Do U LIKe maroon 5
it's a traitor's moon. says:
they're pretty good
skinny beanie says:
Cause I Like One Song Of Theres This Love Mp3
skinny beanie says:
I Have It
skinny beanie says:
On Mp3
skinny beanie says:
When U Come Next Tell Me
it's a traitor's moon. says:
come where?
it's a traitor's moon. says:
to delhi?
skinny beanie says:
ya
it's a traitor's moon. says:
i'll be sure to do that.
skinny beanie says:
thanks ya then i'll get our party for the night
it's a traitor's moon. says:
yeah ok that'll be great
it's a traitor's moon. says:
maybe i'll come to delhi within the next five years.
skinny beanie says:
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skinny beanie says:
Bad Tummy Ache Why Did I Have Ice Cream
skinny beanie says:
Do You Have Any Diana King Songs
it's a traitor's moon. says:
nope
skinny beanie says:
Oh Well Shes Kinda Good
it's a traitor's moon. says:
ok
skinny beanie says:
Be Back Gotta Go To Bath Room

Today I got in sort-of trouble with Purvis for not collecting lit notes, so I am instituting a new plan that the 3 lit reps will collaborate, and the first to get to the shop when the notes are ready, will collect for all three classes and sms the other 2 reps to let them know. And Purvis is a strange, strange man. I don't know what to make of a man who's really scary and tells lit reps to see him at the end of the lesson and that we might have to reassess whether the responsibilities are being dealt with appropriately, and then says Hello Tommy, Hello Condoleeza, and puts his arms on our shoulders and tells us that we're good children and not to be upset about being scolded, and tells me that if I were his daughter he'd be very proud of me. I don't even see what he's got to be proud about, considering I hardly speak in class, I've barely read Silas Marner properly, and I scrape by with Bs. Purvis is beyond strange.

Then I got in big trouble with the woman in the library, the young bitter spinster. I had a sandwich next to me, and some of the sandwich (inconspicuously) in my mouth. She came to my table in the media centre in order to do some screaming about how we were talking, and I made to hide the sandwich, and she noticed. Her eyes grew wide like a monster's, her face tightened and became really pinched and white, and she hissed rather loudly that what was I doing bringing food into the library, and pack up my things right now and follow her to her room. So I did, all the while unfortunately suppressing an urge to laugh, and she wrote my name and class down, and god knows what she's going to do. That'll be my third white slip. She has such a humongous stick up her ass. Bitch.

And then I skipped PE, and apparently attendance was taken individually meaning mine wasn't taken. And I can't go for PE tomorrow either, and last Thursday I had that useless SYF tech run so I skipped that PE, and all the PE-skipping is normally a happy thing but I'm beginning to wonder if the string of absences is going to end up doing me harm in some way. I hate librarians and PE teachers.

The good part of today: the rain. The TSes were like an island, surrounding by much water and mini-whitewater rapids, only brown rather than white. And the usual pathway to the main block just completely disappeared, submerged. And it was nice and cold and noisy. I like rain.

And the second good part of today: in the evening, I left dance early to see Prelude to a Kiss with my mom! Brilliant seats, almost front row, and it was opening night so lots of interesting people and I felt like a bit of a fool in my school uniform. Saw Krishen Jit outside.
It was really good. And Melody Chen and Rodney Oliviero practically stripped and made love on stage, which was weird to watch seated next to my mom but I survived. They were just wearing those flesh-coloured little thingamajibs to just about cover their boobies and other things. And everytime Rodney took his pants off after that, the audience started sort of giggling. And the Rodney-Hossan kiss was pretty interesting. The theatre was quite hushed at that moment. And Rodney Oliviero is rather hot. He's very tall, and nice skin, and quite a cute mouth. And very nice body - tall and lanky and on the thin side. My favourite.
And on a more intellectual front, the use of colour is very interesting. The first half, everyone's in black and white except for the old man. In the second half everyone's in colour. The colour-observation sickness is catching. (Pleasantville!)

Meals on Wheels is developing into a habit. I've had both lunch and dinner in the car today. And two French toast in the morning, and the sandwich (the infamous one. I threw the remains of it in the trash because it made me angry.) And Pringles and Kit-Kat at the theatre. Haha I'm going to recount my daily eating, just like a certain Pegasus is doing on her blog.
=P

My mom got this email from someone. I hope it was a joke..

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Katya:
"I find you sexy, Jack. Deal with it."

Teehee.

Hello!

Have skipped school today, because I was in desperate need of a sleep-in. I got home at about 9 last night, and was dead sleepy by 1030 so I set my alarm for 6 am in order to do my A&C thing then. But at 6am I realised that I really wanted to sleep more and my zombie ways had to stop. So I went out of my room, shocked my dad into disbelief that I was actually up without anybody's help, at that ungodly hour, and then brought reality crashing back down on him when I said that I didn't want to go to school. And there was a period of whining, after which the parents relented. I think they're scared that they might get crushed by my eyebags if something is not done about my sleep patterns. So I go back to sleep.
And at 8 my dear father decides that he must have breakfast with me. So he wakes me up, makes me eat breakfast, and leaves for work. And I go back to sleep.
And at 11 I got woken up again. This time for good.
So here I am.

Yesterday: YeeKiat looked so hot! All the jazz boys are gods. Heh and the jazz Mark apparently has been directed to this here blog, so.. how embarrassing. Especially since in a couple of weeks I'll actually have time to go for jazz again. And I will go, although till now I was kinda wondering if I should actually join it properly or not. But yeah I will, and I will go for the meetings, because I have rid myself of the burden that is Hissoc. Yay~! But anyway. Jazz Mark is a god. He can sing dance play millions of instruments. Who can NOT find that hot?!
And the Daniel or David or whoever guy - the one on the piano - has a really cute smile.
Yikes. I'm being such a girl. (So sue me. =D)

Just finished watching last night's America's Next Top Model. I knew Elyse was going to be kicked out, but I felt so sad! She would've made SUCH an amazing model. But I'm glad Adrianne won. She wanted it really badly, unlike Elyse, and she is really beautiful. Shannon's still annoying, so thank god she didn't win.

Gah. My dad's bringing his colleague home for lunch, and my mom's gone out, meaning I have to make sure that the maid doesn't screw up. Am off to shower! Ta!

Conversation today, that has inspired me. I am going to write a comedy called "Don't Make Jokes Like That." About all the things we joke about because we don't dare to say they're true. I might actually get down to writing this play.

"traitor's moon" is me
"squares with pens" is the mad friend.

I make squares with pens. says:
I joked today you know
we have a family friend over
and so it was the usual thing of "oh, so what will the name of the guy you marry be?" type of thing
and I don't know why the hell I said it, but it was like some weird idiotic thing inside of me, and I was like "I might not marry a guy"

it's a traitor's moon. says:
huh.

I make squares with pens. says:
yeah

it's a traitor's moon. says:
and what happened?

I make squares with pens. says:
well, you should have seen my mum's face
the family friend person didn't even hear me
but my brother and my mum did

it's a traitor's moon. says:
oh my god. hahahahahah
that is hilarious.

I make squares with pens. says:
my brother kind of had this "why the HELL did you say that????" face
yeah, hilarious
hahahahaha

it's a traitor's moon. says:
what'd your mum say?

I make squares with pens. says:
well
first she just LOOKED at me
and then she said "don't make jokes like that again"
and my brother was sort of in shock that I'd actually said something like that to my MUM you know...
and the family friend guy just sort of talked to himself, completely oblivious of what was happening I think...*grins*
I never actually told her it was a joke you know...
I mean I was actually only half-joking anyway
but she was like, heh, no
but I really like this guy..he was literally going on and on about god knows what to himself.. asking and answering his own questions
"So, vat are you going to go yinto then? Oh, I know, you must be going yinto business, yall you kids vant to go yinto business these days"

Angry Mustang Kicking A Little Honda Ass says:
hi
Angry Mustang Kicking A Little Honda Ass says:
are u free today
Angry Mustang Kicking A Little Honda Ass says:
can we chat plz aparna plz can we chat today
Angry Mustang Kicking A Little Honda Ass says:
Hey Aparna Can't We Talk Ya Don't Igore Me
Angry Mustang Kicking A Little Honda Ass says:
Please
Angry Mustang Kicking A Little Honda Ass says:
Please Please PLease Please Please Please Don't Igore Me Please write something back
it's a traitor's moon. says:
hey
it's a traitor's moon. says:
sorry
it's a traitor's moon. says:
i'm really busy
it's a traitor's moon. says:
i'll talk to you another day, ok?
Angry Mustang Kicking A Little Honda Ass says:
OK
BYe
Angry Mustang Kicking A Little Honda Ass says:
Talk Tommorrow Plz OK Is That Fine
it's a traitor's moon. says:
possibly
it's a traitor's moon. says:
i'm not sure
it's a traitor's moon. says:
i'm so sorry - i would love to talk, but this week i'm really tied up
Angry Mustang Kicking A Little Honda Ass says:
Ok Its Fine Too Me OK Bye
Angry Mustang Kicking A Little Honda Ass says:
Even I'm KInda Busy
Angry Mustang Kicking A Little Honda Ass says:
This Week
Angry Mustang Kicking A Little Honda Ass says:
Sorry Busy This Week Too Ya Plz Forgive Me Ok We'll Talk On Monday Afternoon Ok BYe...
Angry Mustang Kicking A Little Honda Ass says:
Are U Really busy Cause I Won't Be Free Until Monday
it's a traitor's moon. says:
which is tomorrow/
Angry Mustang Kicking A Little Honda Ass says:
No Next Monday
Angry Mustang Kicking A Little Honda Ass says:
Or Maybe Free On WEDnesday
it's a traitor's moon. says:
oh.. i don't know when i'm free
Angry Mustang Kicking A Little Honda Ass says:
AreU FRee Today Cause I Have Not Spoke To Any Of My Friends But U And Piyush I'm KInda Not IN A Mood Too Today
Angry Mustang Kicking A Little Honda Ass says:
i dont know whats wrong toady with me i havent spoken with you for a long time now i was kinda worried what happend to u ?
Angry Mustang Kicking A Little Honda Ass says:
Ok Gotta Go Bye Talk Tommorrow

Man. I just watched the most depressing episode of Gilmore Girls I have EVER seen.
It's turning dark, which is just so wrong.
And the non-dark parts tend towards the extremely stupid. Like rotting eggs in the town square.
What is with this show.

I'm going to sleep now.
I suffer from extreme sleep deprivation.