ewww i just read a seth/ryan smutfic! it was disturbing. according to this fic, ryan's been gay ever since he was in prison in chino, and you know. in prison you get fucked in the ass a lot or something, and then ryan started loving it and then seth discovered that ryan was gay and he was gay (haha happy - gay geddit.) and then they were both gay together.

anyway that's why i'm blogging during this ban period. because there's no one online whom i can share my disturbedness with. no one i know who might sympathise with the disturbingness of smut. i don't like smut. or actually, i don't like slashy smut unless it's harry draco, and even then i prefer non-smut and i'm not a huge expert on harry draco anyway. and don't ask me what i was doing looking at fanfic. i'm obviously not studying. which i should be. i will never read another slash smut fic again. i just thought it might be interesting. therefore i will cross reading a vaughn/will off my list of things to do before i die. or will/jack, which could be easily shortened to wack which is just... gross.

the only smut i've ever enjoyed reading is the perfect weapon, which i still need to read fully. and it's classily smutty, and that writer must have a hell of a sex life. and anyway the perfect weapon's not a pwp type of smut, nor is it all smut. i mean, significant parts of it involve sydney, so smut would be slightly wrong. it's got really good plot. (the perfect weapon is about jack and irina, when sydney was a little girl, therefore smut involving sydney would be highly wrong and would have turned sydney into an even more screwed up girl than she already is.)

oh and. disappointingly, i am going to bangalore for the holidays after all. and then the pondicherry thing. so no more hopes of japan/turkey/st petersburg/stockholm. my parents have such a nasty habit of getting my hopes up and then dashing them. and plus my mother was the wonderful person who brought up the possibility of st petersburg. it wasn't one of my own harebrained plans that they were obviously going to say no to. we spent more than ten minutes discussing it and everything! i -must- convince them about my post-a-level europe thing. although they're currently saying that it's a bit insane of me to want to do something like that, when the world's getting more and more dangerous. logical, i guess, but welcome to the land of my parents, ladies and gentlemen. they are highly risk averse (ref: sloman p.97, demand under conditions of risk and uncertainty.) and my brother's even worse than them, he refused to go to st petersburg because beslan's in the same country. whatever. atleast i can buy lots of books in india. i want lots and lots of poetry books now. and daisy miller by henry james. and i want a copy of anna karenina because it sounds more interesting and less fat than war and peace and thereby i might read more pages of it. and a lot of other stuff, including my wishlist and new booker prize stuff and all that sort of thing. jhumpa lahiri, vikram seth. poetrypoetrypoetry. i want a carol ann duffy book and a pablo neruda book. does cad have a book of her poetry? oh and f scott fitzgerald. poems, this side of paradise and tender is the night. and i have his short stories and the great gatsby, so that'll be a good collection. i must make a list after these infernal examinations get the hell out of the way. am listening to the i am sam soundtrack. always makes me happy. i need an ipod. maybe i can convince my dad, in compensation for the boring holiday of the every.damn.year-ly variety. i'll be doing the usual. eat shop sleep. though my grandma cooks very well as do most grandmas, and shopping in india is nothing short of fantastic. only it's generally the indian variety. there's no abercrombie/zara/topshop/mango in india. oh actually there is mango. but i suppose manish arora and priyadarshini rao and ritu kumar have their own charm, and are much cooler than the average mango top. mango and zara do get a bit boring. i love someone looking at my pants and going "zara?" and me going "no, it's the gap, actually." atleast you don't get gap in singapore. shakes things up a little bit. need more non-singapore shopping. need shopping actually, stat.

ok i haven't really missed blogging, but evidently when i start i can type endlessly. purvis was talking today about why people write - books, diaries, etc. personally, i find it's really fun being unashamedly self-exhibitionist on blogs, as i told chit the other day. cheap thrills. i don't really used my blog as a platform for my anti-establishment rants or philosophical wanderings, and i don't write any poetry or anything literary for that matter that i would ever want to make public, so it's just a ditz-journal, really. so bernie can take his digs at my ditziness all he wants. i will just be aparna. somehow that reminds me of something antony said. i will be antony? did he say that? promos on the brain, gah.

ok if i don't go offline now i will kill myself.

I know i said i wouldn't blog for a while, but i had to say this somewhere.
I just watched the first episode of Lost, and
1. it is super exciting
2. ian somerhalder is hot.. he's one of the several characters.
3. dominic monaghan's in it, greg grunberg (eric weiss on alias) guest stars in the first episode, terry o'quinn (kendall on alias) is in it, the guy who plays link in the matrix is in it, there's a monster in it, and the main guy is a very interesting cross between tom cruise and adam sandler.
4. it's going to be fun.
5. jj yayyyy! jeff pinkner and jesse alexander (alias people) are exec producing this, and michael giacchino who does the alias music is doing the music for this. it's wildly different from alias, but it looks like it's going to be good, even though the monster in the woods thing is a bit trite. i'm interested to see how they handle it. exciting!

ok back to studyinggggg. i did about half my gp essay and decided to return to it tomorrow. so now, math and then a/c. and it's already 1am. gahh.

blah i meant to wake up at 8, woke up at 945 although i studied longer last night than i had intended to, because at about 10.40 last night i laid down on my bed, setting my alarm to wake me in twenty minutes. i fell absolutely fast asleep and i didn't miss my alarm but about 3 minutes before the alarm was supposed to ring my mom came in and asked me why i was sleeping on top of my books and she started taking the books off my bed so i could sleep properly. and then i decided to just go to bed properly and wake up early, so i set the alarm for 8. but by the time i'd set the alarm and taken everything off my bed and everything i was awake again. so i ended up studying till about 1245. useless stuff mostly, math which i don't understand any better now than before, and then a/c which i'm progressing through very slowly.

anyway, today 945, breakfast then a bit of math and by the time i was done with a bit of math it was 1130 and i was tired. so i lazed around, switched on computer (somehow i feel amputated when it's not on, but i've resolved to keep it off most of the time) and computer started doing some disk scan that i'd scheduled for next startup, so i went to read the paper. came back, it was 1215 and disk scan wasn't done so i read a/c for a while and then went to bathe. and i just came out of the shower, and disk scan's done! so here i am.

unproductive day, story of my life. booooring.
oh my run yesterday was really good. about 3 km i think. yay :)
tag!!!!!!! my tagboard is the most boring place on earth. it's so unsatisfying.
i think i'm going to go on a self-imposed blogging ban until promos are over. let's see how long i can keep this up. i admire all the people whose blogs die around exam time, so i am going to be one of them. see you in about three weeks! (hopefully it'll be that long.)

ok yeah so the title thing annoys me. sorry.
today was... well. i just spent almost two hours at coffee bean with claud and her friend judith. before that, i did two pages of my lit pc and then gave up upon realising that purvis had probably left already and that i really did crave coffee bean. and i've done one page of my overdue gp application and have sort of written down some points for my gp essay which i WILL hand in on time on monday. i don't know when i'll ever get down to mugging. gahhhhh.

anyway, i'm waiting for my dad to get home so i can go running. but i think it's raining... and apparently gramaphone's clearing stock! i want!

why is my tagboard so dead!

i'm being incoherent now. very sleepy, i'm not sure why.
just had an amazing conversation with benuel. he's very.. knowledgeable.
sexual occultism is quite a fascinating topic. like.. ritual orgies etc. must go read about that sometime.
and then i told him i was off for a run, and he said:
you know they say
sex works out more than a 5 k run.
if you orgasm multiple times
you can double it 2 about 10 km
though most don't.
orgasm multiply taht is.

and i was laughing myself off my chair by then so i said thanks i'll keep that in mind. and now my dad's home so i need to leave! it's drizzling out.. hmm.

brobdingnagian = enormous, huge, immense
from gulliver's travels. i must make that my new favourite word. like, my ass is reaching brobdingnagian proportions. what a lovely word. such a mouthful.

i've been reading more of carmen bin laden's book. am almost done in fact, and it's utterly depressing. and just now i read in the newspaper about the women prisoners in iraq and in general, all the shit going on in iraq. hostages, dead americans. i have an irrational urge to visit the middle east. it seems like an interesting place, to say the least. and i wonder if the colour of my skin gives me mileage in that i could pass for one of them. really stupid random thoughts. i think this is what i meant by wanting to experience an extreme situation which it's sort of impossible to experience. maybe that's why international journalism is becoming more and more attractive. although i don't know if i'll ever have the guts to be a war journalist.

EDIT: i figured out who the victor sable guy is! he was on alias once, no wonder he looked so familiar. CIA Officer Davenport in So It Begins. he was vaughn's boss who at first was willing to risk Sydney's life and then later replaced vaughn with a more senior officer. see, everything comes back to alias. and jack&bobby is a goooood show.

i'm listening to robbie williams and it's that halfway-through-essay ennui thing, when you feel like you can't be bothered to finish it. and the thing is, i have half an essay in bits and pieces. as in i've written random paragraphs for various parts of the essay, most of which are slightly incomplete thoughts and ideas and i need to add in a lot of detail and piece it to gether. which is annoying. and the bits and pieces are currently about 900 words long. and i have so much more to say. and it's such an interesting question! tragic figure questions are the best.

speaking of which, nancy as a tragic figure -- fascinating, although the terence dawson guy was a bit misguided, i think. ok well i guess it's his opinion and i have to respect that but it was a bit loopholey. although it sparked off a very interesting theory of motherhood. which i need to discuss with purvis and sort of consolidate as an idea, and kel and i actually went to see him and talked a bit, but then he had to leave because mrs perry was giving him a lift. so the only thing attractive about going to school tomorrow is his lecture. and i will take the silas marner talk to a more conducive blog.

have to think about the rgs sell as well, should be fun. all the sex gods, wonder if that's true. mr mcconnell and mr purvis are nice to talk to. am worried. and random.

oh and the whole mid-essay restlessness brings me to another worry: how on EARTH will i survive the history paper? today i wasn't even taking the paper, just observed the j2s taking it, and i was there i guess approximately at the beginning of their paper, and then i was back around there after what seemed like a really long time: long enough to go for a talk, have the rp meeting and so on, and then i pass by the hall and mr rollason's still standing there and what seems like the same group of people is still sitting bent over their desks, and i'm just appalled at the longness of the paper. as kel said, "it's long enough to get deep vein thrombosis, or worse yet, get BORED!" i'm so worried about the latter, because i get SO restless during exams. especially those that require a lot of writing. i'll just dieeee.

i'm so sleepy! but mellim will truly hurl deathrays if i don't hand this in tomorrow... should've started earlier, damnit. and tomorrow i have both pc and history position paper to contend with. i think i'll blueslip home early. anyway i'm actually feeling quite sick, just wanting to go for purvis lecture tomorrow.

ok backkkkkk to essay!

oh my god.
i just watched the pilot of 'jack & bobby' - and it's amazing. 45 minutes and three times it almost made me cry. and no, it's not a melodramatic tearjerker type. it's just fantastic acting, a brilliant concept, extremely moving and probably the best pilot i've ever watched.

i'm hooked! i think i have a new favourite show.

oh and it's got lots of familiar looking old guys. like headmaster charleston from gg is in it, and the guy from Ed who was carol vessey's boyfriend for a while? the principal of the high school who was also the dad in dirty dancing havana nights? he's the college president in this. and there was another guy right at the beginning who looked familiar, whom i will figure out the identity of eventually. one of those old guys... really familiar looking. according to TWoP he was on ER once, which doesn't help me much. anyway now i've got to go do workkk.

oh and i've decided that i need to watch everwood, only i'd have two seasons to catch up on and season 3's starting now. hmm. it seems really good too. i'm such a tv ho.

did anybody ever notice that DH Lawrence's initials are DHL? I just noticed.

and. drea de matteo, who won an emmy for best supporting actress, drama (the sopranos) is joey's big sister on Joey! i just realised today, when i saw her picture on the life section and she looked really familiar. she's got funky eyebrows and an even funkier accent. specking of which, something amazing, i am a very smart girl. (yes, believe me.) i was watching joey and she was talking and i thought "that girl's from queens". because she has a total queens accent, duh. and then today i saw her on the paper and the familiar face (ok now i'm progressing into next-door-neighbourness) and everything and i imdbed her, and that's when i realised she was on Joey and therefore the familiarity, and then! staring out pingpingping! Birthplace: queens, new york. am i amazing or what. first my dad and then me. ok actually it's not that amazing. it's just that when i get something right i get very excited because it's unusual. i'm like a dumb blonde who accepts that i'm a dumb blonde, except i'm not blond, and circumstances indicate that i'm not all that dumb. still, i occasionally surprise myself and it's nice.

you know what, actually i had this whole long and really funny post typed out earlier, and then something (ie, The Internet) happened and the whole thing got wiped out and i was really annoyed and i just shut the window and went back to work. and then i did a bit more work and for some reason started feeling guilty about the lack of post. so here i am. (i think it's more like i got sick of studying, again. but go with the flow.)

oh another really cool tidbit: when tony kushner, the guy who wrote Angels in America, the play that was adapted into an HBO mini-series which meryl streep looks really old in and won about a million emmys yesterday? anyway, tony kushner was one of the many people involved in that show to win an award, as the writer, and he said, very interestingly (oh that reminds me of shoojee asking batchelor today if interestingly is a word. it is, because i use it a lot.) he made an unusual acceptance speech by thanking his "husband" Mark saying, "One of these days we can get a legal marriage license and you can make an honest homosexual out of me." isn't that cute?

oh andandand gg!!!!!!! i finished watching season 1 and i've decided it has the happiest season finale of any show i've watched. seriously. probably because i watch a lot of depressing type-shows, but this is seriously happyjumpyhappy. the thousand yellow daisies, wow. although i could've wished for someone other than max to have been the romantic proposer. he's such an oily thing and he's got gross chest hair and he's a slime/sleazebag. although for bodily hair, jason digger stiles wins. that disgusting forest on his chin. truly evil. but he was much nicer than max. i think. except at the end. the writers are very good at making guys evil and annoying when we're supposed to stop liking them and thus help the gilmore girls to move on to better territory. which brings me to dean. i used to have the hugest crush on him the first time i watched season 1 which was -wow- 4 years ago. but then i was a different girl then, secondary one therefore between that me and this me are 4 years of lifechangingnesses. in fact, to digress a little, there are quite a few lifechangingnesses between secondary school me and today me. i'm much funnier and cuter now, for one. ok i did not just say that. ok to come back to gg, i'm not a tristan fan! i'm actually a little bit troryfied, which i never ever used to be. although still a Literati, if we could have the nice jess back. the early season 2 jess, because as usual they turned him into a right jerk when they wanted us to hate him. gah i'm digressing all over the place. the rory-dean kiss, i did not like at all this time. it's very animalish, like they're eating each other's faces, and they're all smushed against each other and it's terribly lustful which is not how that moment should be. i mean, she says "i love you you idiot" which by the way isn't as well-acted as it should have been, and the first thing he can think to do is smush his face against hers and eat her nose? yeah, so evidence much that opinions change? women like to change their minds.

oh i was thinking about the fact that almost every show's got some amazing cooking person. sookie, piper, monica, francie to a certain extent, and i can't thikn of any for buffy and the OC but if you have ideas tell me. but they seem to like appealing to our tummies. the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. the way to good ratings is through the stomach?

wow now that i'm blogging the second time round, things are turning out much longer. all the afterthoughts coming in. although i'd certainly have forgotten things that i said earlier, or meant to say. which is unfortunate. i should really go and bury myself in my books again. bury myself alive, asphyxiate myself. Girl Escapes Examinations by Asphyxiating Self With Schoolbooks, another headline to add to our list of tragedies this year. Russia, Indonesia, Iraq, blahblahblah. They're not really tragedies anymore. They're just, breaking news or something. and we're just a bit too tired to feel sorry for people we don't know. it's like the grieving thing, Home Burial. you -can- get practice at grieving. so much practice that you stop being so good at it. or however you define good or bad at grieving. it's depressing, the news nowadays. like that singaporean-in-paris-interesting-blogger said, "there are very few things in this world that people can't get over." it's so true. all these.. statistics.

and terrorism. and all this shit in the world. i was reading carmen bin ladin's expose on the family she married into (osama's her brother-in-law) and thinking that she's such a moron. the book is really quite annoying. but easy to read, so just because i paid for half of it i'll finish reading it. but she's got such a frivolous attitude, and it's so pro-west like everything's wrong with saudi arabia and america, land of the free, is where we should look to for the answer to all of life's problem. arrogance. and she's swiss for god's sakes. i don't know, i guess you're grateful to whichever place gives you a good life, and america was good to her but it's so naive to think that middle east is the seat of all evil.

but something i was wondering about - am i the only person who sometimes wishes i could be in the situation i'm reading about, no matter how bad it is, just to experience it for a bit? not that that's possible, to just experience a bit and come back to nice comfortable singaporean existence, but sometimes the enormity of some things makes you want to understand them better. ok i was thinking of some examples but i can't really remember them now. just dismiss this paragraph as aparna's 2am incoherence. if i figure it out i'll blog more (empty promises.)

hokay. so i'm really not getting the hang of this shutting up thing. it's like my conversation with daph earlier today, trying to shut up while she wrote her personal statement, but being unable to. and then feeling unhealthy with all the alias-squeeing and grinning wide across my face-ness. i need icecream and a good dose of coldplay. oh they used coldplay for the emmy nominations thingie. the scientist i think. background music while the presenter reads the nominees. oh and jennifer garner's dress was quite bad, i feel upset. i need to remind dad about haagen-dazs tomorrow. he's been forgetting since monday.

right. so now i'm really not going to say another word besides bye and night!

ok the title is just about the corniest thing i've ever written. but nevermind.
had a really good interview with liu thai ker, i am proud to say. he makes a lot of sense, and his argument that censorship is a process backs up our case which shall be that changes can be made, but as he said, they have to be gradual. very nice man.

and i'm peeved, i should've read the censorship review report first before interviewing him so that we could instead question some of the points or something. oh well. especially because my mom just told me about some ratings change article in the paper the other day, which says that the Mandy Moore film Saved! has been changed to M18... which is just weird. Apparently it satirises the religious sentiment in pop culture nowadays, and was originally NC16 and is now M18 because some people objected. Apparently the FCP decided that the film would be "better appreciated by a more mature audience." Which essentially means that 'less mature' audiences shouldn't be exposed to such vile matter. Ok 'less mature' might be true, but I think maybe conservative christian groups might be abusing their power a little bit? i'm now kicking myself because a thought of this nature was niggling at my brain during the interview but i couldn't quite formulate it - the racial/religious peace and harmony are very important and definitely need to be maintained, but due to the government's extreme sensitivity to these issues does he think possibly the power exercised by these people is a bit too much? or something like that. gahhhh. anyway, we can just include that in the report i suppose. atleast this article definitely goes in.

i'm now confused about what i think of the censorship issue. and i definitely want to watch Saved now. i already wanted to watch it when i saw the trailer, because it seemed like a teen flick with a dark twist or trying-to-be-dark twist, which is always fodder for some fun. now that it's an Issue, i want to watch it even more. how's that for rebelliousness under oppression?

we need to get an interview with a film distributor. and note to self: difference between censorship and classification.

haha blogging is really good for me. my thoughts get clarified. i'm going to print out this entire post as a Note To Self sort of thing. oh and i bought a really nice velvety maroon notebook at borders for ten bucks. i'm going broke.

and! borders has alias VCDs!!! season 1. how absurd is that. vcds. 12.90 each, and not the whole season in a set but each vcd pack has a fourth of a season or something. and the dvds are sold not as a box set but as individual packs as well. like, 2 dvds for 24 bucks or someting. that comes up to 72 bucks, which come to think of it is really cheap!

and! besidse having the qaf soundtrack, borders also retails the soundtrack of another homosexual show from the ultimate gay network, showtime (that's the network on which qaf runs. definitely not a republican network. not that there are really -any- republican backing networks around in hollywood.) anyway. this new show i found out about, "The L Word". Lesbian show. So L stands for Love, or Lesbian. whichever. actually it can't be a new show if its got a soundtrack out all the way in singapore. but!!! the fascinating part: rufus wainwright's on the soundtrack. so i think i might buy it when i have enough money.. the rest of the songs sound good too. ella fitzgerald, lucinda williams. ovary electric-ish. and when i find some time i must ponder upon the reasons why obscure gay american shows that will NEVER be shown or sold in singapore have their soundtracks out here. it's a very interesting thought. was talking about it to choon the other day - obviously the gay community here is interested in these things, and obviously nobody can attempt to make money by showing the shows here or selling the dvds because that'll never be passed by the Powers That Be, but selling the soundtracks is the least they can do. meaning that the gay community must have significant spending power. hmmmm.

i think journalism is looking like a very attractive prospective career. christiane amanpour-ish and stuff. travel, and research, and asking people questions. i am interested.

ok, off now to use a lot of paper printing the censorship review report out.

EDIT:
my father is GOD. he is truly amazing. amazingamazingamazing. he's psychic or something.
remember last night i was blogging about needing a dvd lens cleaner? i mentioned that to no one in my family or anyone who might've told my dad. but just now after dinner i wandered to the couch in front of the tv and what do i see there? a brand new dvd lens cleaner! ok so he didn't buy it for my computer specifically, he bought it for the tv dvd player, but still! i wanted one last night and he bought one today!!!! how absolutely marvellous is that??

i have found out that the problem is probably not in the dvd drive but in the dvd. vivien's disc 4 is somewhat scratched up and -that- is the problem, my friends. in any case i'll still go get a dvd lens cleaner just in case. maintenance is important, especially when my computer is like an extension of my self. it -is- an extension of myself, really. and my computer is DIVINE. it's beautiful and fantastic and i bet it's behaving badly because some jealous person jinxed it (it's one of the few weird indian superstitions i've had ingrained in me, the Evil Eye. i've realised it's rather hard to get rid of superstition you've grown up with, no matter how modern you consider yourself.)

anyway vivien was right, i did no studying and instead woke up late and watched gg. but atleast i did it while i would've been at school instead of after school or something which i would have otherwise, so in absolute terms i saved time by skipping school. and i've finished disc 4. i'm also very good at justifying things to myself. self-delusion, you might call it.

anyway once again this post would be incomplete if pw weren't mentioned. i have to go now and make sure i've got all the proper questions for mr liu thai ker, and go to scotts road! i feel like i'm taking an exam or something, i feel so wholly unprepared to go and ask some questions of an important man.

i'm still depressed about my dvd drive, although i haven't tried it since last night and am still holding out irrational hope that it'll work now after it's had the night to rest.

my OC special is done downloading, yay.
jack and bobby not done yet. that'll take a while, but i look forward to it. i think i said last night taht joey was somewhat disappointing so i'm not oging to download that. gilmore girls season 5 starts tomorrow!!!!!!! wow. season FIVE. it seems like yesterday taht it was season 1. of course, it -was- yesterday that i was watching season 1 so that could be why. ok i find that completely hilarious but it really does seem like the seasons have flown by soo fast. i think i haven't watched gg enough. i barely remember season 2. i will do a proper marathon after promos. yay. and i will rewatch alias. yeah i think i've mentioned all these plans before.

and daph! if you're reading this, i sent you a mail a few days ago! evidently it didn't get through! did you send me more than one mail? i only got one, and anyway i've sent you another mail just now so just tag if you're still not getting anything and we can try gmail or something instead. gmail is wonderfully fast.

my blog is becoming soooo stupid. i'm permanently talking/whining about useless tv-related things. i should become serious and talk about the political motives for new imperialism or the technological reasons for the nuclear race or something. or the labour market. all these things that i know very little about. i have a kwok position paper due on friday.

andandand! PW!!!!!! this is the stupidest part of all.

my dvd drive is acting up!!!! i think i need to clean it or send it for servicing or something. in any case, i've been watching too much gg. whole bunch of episodes in a row and lots of time wasted due to dvd drive problems.

i'm thinking in lorelai-speak! seriously, it's mad. or sometimes, babette-speak although really babette is one of the least interesting characters on the show. well, she's interesting i guess but so not amusing. she's annoying. but the way she speaks is really quite cute.

gahhhhhh pw.

EDIT: it's 2fucking30 in the morning and i've just said to hell with pw draft and sent it off to group members to print in school tomorrow because I'M NOT GOING and wiggy's the darlingest darling in the world!!! he just downloaded Dice off soulseek for me and sent it to me before going to bed, despite having been awake so long doing pw shittythings. i couldn't get it off kazaa and i looooveee that song and my poor OC cd is in some thief's hands now and now i HAVE THE SONG. it gives me shivesr it's so good. i'm not sure why i love it so much. i go through these phases. i do still love strange and beautiful though. just not as much. and finley quaye's weird. i've decided i don't want his cd anymore, because kazaa was wonderful enough to download all songs of his properly BUT for dice so i had a listen and didn't like. kinda too loudtechnoish. so i'll just stick with ripping someone's OC cd once they get it. i already have my favourite songs from it anyway - honey&themoon and dice, so i'm ok for now.

oh but pw is still killing me though. there's so bloody much to do.

and things:
franz ferdinand was used on Joey, which is a fairly amusing show but not as good as Friends unfortunately.
i'm not sure if i already mentioned this, but rolly's apparently doing the no-lecture notes thing as a blanket punishment. as in, no one gets lecture notes. so i'm left feeling infinitely shittier about everything. although it's about 8 other people besides me, and apparently the standard of the essays pissed him off as well. gahhhh everyone's on a short fuse lately. even purvis is looking at me with less love than usual. (i'm KIDDING, folks! don't get excited.)

off to sleep now, finally.

ugh apparently kristin messed up, or else i read wrong, because the OC only comes back november 4. september 16 was the date on which the first OC special aired, which i'm downloading now. the second one will air this coming thursday. basically behind-the-scenes season 1 stuff.
ok well there's still gg to look fwd to. and i'm being bad and downloading joey and jack&bobby. have the second ep of joey already, and am dling the first ep. it looks to be quite funny.

Another joke thing, which mainly indians will understand. Bihar is a state in India, the poorest state in India and like Sardars (Sikhs) and Irishmen they're the butt of many jokes. Their english pronunciation, for instance, is hilarious. Although the Gujuratis and Punjabis and for that matter, Madrasis aren't really much better. But anyway.
(Chappals are sandals.
Doodhwala=milkman
Pehelwaan=strongman, i think.
Soot=shoot
Explaining any further makes it pointless.
Read everything out loud to figure out.
Sort of like reading Mark's blog)


Licensing in Bihar


Why you shouldn't apply for a driving licence in Bihar

Bihar ispecial :
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baaaaaaaad news. several dvds to add to wishlist.

alias season three was released sept 7
OC coming on oct 26
buffy season 7 coming nov 16 and i still haven't got 1,2,3,6 although uncle's supposed to be getting season 3 for me
gilmore girls season 1 supposedly uncle is getting for me, and season 2 coming on dec 7

AGHHH. i wonder if dad's going to the US anytime soon. hopefully after promos so can have valid reason for purchase.

now the dvd wishlist just for tv shows goes like this:
buffy season 1
buffy season 2
buffy season 3
buffy season 6
buffy season 7
gilmore girls season 1
gilmore girls season 2
The OC season 1
alias season 3

That's a total cost of about 800 dollars. ouchhhh. ok plan: harrass uncle after promos over fact that he has been owing me dvds since FEBRUARY. and then ask dad to buy alias and/or OC and/or gg2 if he goes to the US at an appropriate time. that leaves buffy, which can be slowly conquered. but as if my dad'll buy me 3 dvd sets in a go, especially when i'm wanting an ipod as well. i need a credit card of my own which i can use on amazon, with a lot of cash behind it.

and then there are the movie dvds - my uncle owes me dirty dancing and 13 going on 30 and there are numerous others that i want. and there're the friends dvds that i want, but not really very badly. i just want to watch friends from beginning to end because i enjoy the show very much but realised that i've actually watched very little of it. i could never live the eternal penniless artist dream thing could i? i need my expensive entertainment all the time.

today i woke up at 11, rudely interrupted in the middle of a very interesting dream where i was led on a hunt across london, and then apparently, madras, with weird culturally-infused clues similar to that in angels&demons or the da vinci code. in fact, it all started with some sort of fine arts rehearsal in some large place, as if academy day hadn't happened yet but the theft of my stuff had already happened so the entire fine arts issue was like a bad taste in my mouth but i was still there, apparently against my will. and then it became that we'd all been kidnapped and kept at the fine arts-rehearsal place which was this large mansion-ish thing with magnificent grounds teeming with guards. then somehow a bunch of us escaped, and there was this building next to it with a curved facade, and it struck me suddenly that it was the round Temple Church - as in the Knights Templar place! Only this building was curved inwards instead of being round but that was of no consequence. And then there was this shout from inside the Church and I got even more excited because it was like a sign or something, and then everyone ran down the road and then suddenly it was India and I got onto this bus (and I've never in my life been on an Indian bus, those things are beyond hazardous) and suddenly my mom and dad were standing in front of me. It's interseting how the weirdest things happen in dreams but you just move on, no questions asked. Anyway then this strange bearded old dude boarded the bus and started babbling something, and I figured out that it was a clue! To go to some ancient library in Madras (Madras is Chennai, btw). I figured out that it was a library, and thankfully my parents pointed out the library to me. And then I went to the library. Oh and it was like a race sort of thing, because there was this other bunch of people who'd been kidnapped and had run away from the Fine Arts mansion with me. And although the old guy'd been babbling at the front of the bus where I was standing, and in fact I don't htink the rest of them were even on the bus, they knew to get to the library and we were all there and started going inside and somehow, i can't remember how, we had another clue which had sometihng to do with water. And my mom said something about 'sathi leelavathi' which in fact is the name of this really funny tamil movie from about ten years ago. the references on this dream are totally weird, because i hate chennai, i've never been on an indian bus and i never watch tamil movies. anyway then my mom started dancing! bharatanatyam! my mom does not dance bharatanatyam in Real Life. anyway apparently there was some famous dance that some famous woman called sathi leelavathi refused to do. and i remember thinking and being surprised that my mom danced quite well. anyway the dance involved moving in a curved line or something, so my mom started at a particular spot and danced until another spot and said that was the spot i had to look at. this was all in the lobby of the library and i was happy that i'd deciphered the clue here (or, rather, my mom did) while the rest of the morons were inside the library. anyway, this spot was a cabinet which i easily managed to tear down - instead of merely opening, i'm not sure why. and there was a laptop. and then i had to do some stuff on it, and halfway through i had a vision of the guy who'd set up the laptop (and therefore the rest of the hunt) and it was this kid a couple of years younger than me whom i'd seen at fine and thought was quite hot considering that the last time i'd seen him before that he'd been very un-hot. i think i told vaish about him. his sister's our age. and then i was sitting at the laptop (the torn down cabinet miraculously turned into a table with a chair) and doing whatever was required. and then i was woken up. damn. it was a really fun dream!

am listening to the rotk soundtrack now. it's not actually a very good thing to study to. cos you start thinking about the movie. after promos we should have an lotr marathon and see who stays awake throuhg the whole thing. i wonder if i can. i'll prep by sleeping a lot the previous day or something. oh no the soundtrack's disturbing cos it's got that scary violin part. ok i'm going to listen to bnl instead. ahhhh old apartment. nice and familiar. bnl is goooooooood for me. plus it's study-able to. eventually all the stuff i ripped from daph's cds will also become familiar and i'll be a good ol' bnl junkie. although i think i already had most of the good stuff.

i also spell interesting wrong, i think. i just reread above somewhere, and it was spelt 'interseting'. lotsa people have told me that the way i spell it makes them think of 'intersecting'.

i didn't do much else today. slept for a couple hours in the afternoon. weekends make me terribly sleepy, despite the fact taht on weekend nights i get about twice as much sleep as on weeknights. i think weekend sleep probably constitutes half the entire week's sleep. am still slogging throuhg a&c although sheepishly i confess that i haven't finished with the introduction yet. i don't know where the day has gone.

i'm begging off all social activities until promos. i need to make this work. just a month more to freedom! c'mon aps, you can do it!

Alias (ABC)Premieres: Jan. 2005
Clearly, it's much too early to be teasing a season that doesn't return for months, but, frankly, I can't help myself. The upcoming season of Alias sounds better than ever. Bradley Cooper (Will) is back in a recurring role--hurrah!--as the show swings back to focus on Sydney's personal life. "It doesn't mean we will go back to exactly what the Will and Francie characters brought to the show," says executive producer JJ Abrams. "But it does mean we will get to see her as a person; I mean, Sydney in jeans or sweatpants is the real Sydney." Though Lena Olin (Irina) won't return--"I begged and pleaded," says JJ--there's plenty to get excited about, like big missions for Marshall, shocking news about Spy Daddy (Victor Garber) and a shift in structure that returns the show to the underground feel of the first two seasons. "We're getting edgy again," says Kevin Weisman (Marshall). The best news yet? Abrams says that in the new season, "there is hope for Sydney and Vaughn."

HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! i can't wait for january. it'll be quite fantastic timing, because until may i can spend my time hysteric-fying over all my shows, and then start mugging properly, and then shows will start again in september but i'll just have to control myself and then when As are over i'll have forever to download and watch everything and by the time the next season starts I'll be in the US! (i've got my life all planned out for the next three years or so, tv-watching-wise.) oh and WB's got a new show coming out that sounds good: jack & bobby, which is like a cross between the west wing, everwood and uhh.. 7th heaven (minus the schmaltz). but the 7th heaven part is only because of the family setting or something. but it's got some twisted future-something concept which is complicated and sounds quite novel and interesting. basically it's about two brothers, one of whom eventually becomes the president of the united states in 2041. and it starts from today, when they're both teens, and moves towards 2041 i think. something like that. intriguing, in any case.

and ew. nick lachey's going to be on the new season of charmed for 6 episodes, as phoebe's love interest. but so's charisma carpenter, which is more intriguing. but no, i swore off charmed and i have enough tv-addictedness as it is, so no charmed for me unless i decide to watch when it comes on tv here.

oh and! (DO NOT READ FURTHER IF YOU WANT TO BE TOTALLY UNSPOILED)
Gilmore Girls (WB)Premieres: Sept. 21
Tsk-tsk. Rory Gilmore is not only a woman now, but apparently something of an adulteress. You may remember mama Lorelai came home to find her in bed with married man Dean (Jared Padalecki) in the season finale. But don't worry, all that scarlet-letter bidness won't last long. Rory moves on with a new cutie played by Matt Czuchry (best known as Jamie Farrel from Hack). Plus, according to Scott Patterson (Luke), "Things are going to heat up this year [for Luke and Lorelai], that's for sure. I think it's the right time. The fans really want it. I think the network knows that, and I think, logically, that's the way it's going anyway. I think it was planned that way, so there's an inevitability to it but not a predictability. So, I think whatever is coming our way is not going to be the traditional 'Here it is.' " Hmmm...Well, how 'bout "Here comes the bride"?


The O.C. (Fox)Premieres: Sept. 16
"They're in a dark place." That's what executive producer Josh Schwartz can tell you about TV's hottest beachside babes, those kids (and grown-ups) on The O.C. Seth's back to find Summer hasn't necessarily been waiting--which explains the casting of newcomer Michael Cassidy as her new love interest. Ditto for Ryan, who--and you probably already guessed this--is coming back from Chino for more O.C. action. However, he finds Marissa has moved on, and not necessarily to a better place. Does Marissa become less of a victim this year? Schwartz responds, "Why? People love that so much. That's part of the appeal to the character. Marissa's coming back in a pretty dysfunctional place." So dysfunctional, in fact, it surprised even Mischa Barton. "When I read the first script, I was like, Oh...wow. She's fallen off the edge, and she's definitely not dealing with Ryan leaving very well...There's a lot of rage."

oh nooooo OC sounds depressing. but i still can't wait to watch that either. love my ryan&seth. and i guess last season's finale made it pretty obvious that they were moving to the Dark Side.

so that leaves me with shows to download:
OC
jack & bobby
gilmore girls
alias

and eventually i have to watch season 7 of buffy. yayyy i feel happy.

today was the first time in many months that i did not shower in the morning, and i was grossed out for a while about it but got used to it and many distresses came along to make me forget and anyway i just had a really good hot shower and i feel goooood. reason for non-shower in the morning: i woke up at 720 and thank god my dad called my room phone, because evidently my mom was too asleep and my maid too inefficient to make sure i woke up! i mean, that should be the primary purpose of their 7am existences! Making Sure Aparna Wakes Up! because otherwise left to her own devices she'll just go on sleeping until such time as her body tells her that it's really had enough sleep! and that'll take a really really long time! anyway, i don't remember anybody trying to wake me until my dad called, although my mom later insisted that she woke me at 650. although i have to say, if someone wakes me at 650 and the actual time that i really need to be up is 7, i'll ask for 10 more minutes and if someone doesn't come in after ten minutes then i won't exactly wake up will i? i used to have an alarm on my phone but evidently things change. anyway have figured out alarm with help of mark. where was i. dad called on the way back from dropping brother, because he's supposed to drop me, he says its 720, i snap awake and just wash my face and liberally spray on body spray and some flower by kenso for luck although i had a shower last night and other people regularly do the evening-not-morning-shower thing but i think it's gross so i need the reassurance of nice-smelling substances to counteract the ew feeling. oh and i forgot the part about almost NOT picking up my dad's call cos i thought i was calling myself in a dream or something making it unnecessary to pick up the phone. thankfully, again, the better part of my brain kicked in and said it was an important call and might in fact be my dad so i picked up.

assembly, econs, the usual. THEN. during history lec, i escaped to the canteen for a bite, and who do i run into? rolly. i'm not pleased to see him because the sight of him reminds me of the wasted history paper, and evidently he isn't pleased to see me either because he says something like (i'm paraphrasing a lot here because i was distressed at the time so my memory got fuzzy) "aparna.. about your essay(s?) i'm marking them and i've got about 40 left and the whole thing is pathetic and petty and i've decided that i'm not going to give you lecture notes for the next two weeks. i think it's only fair, if you don't do your homework i don't see why i should do mine." ok i know i should've done my homework on time and all, but seriously, what came over him? and i know my memory is failing a bit on what exactly he said but trust me when i heard it was just as incoherent as that. and everyone else who encountered him today said that he was perfectly normal and even funny so now i'm left wondering if i imagined the whole thing. well, i guess we'll find out on tuesday at lecture! so stay tuned, folks, for part 2 of the Rollason Saga. (oh i'm withdrawing from his fanclub though. he was really mean and i was really really upset by it so no matter how adorable he is, for a while i'm going to have to hate him. maybe just as a matter of principle. actually not just a matter of principle because in my heart at the moment i really do feel unhappy with him.)

anyway thankfully i spent break with vaish and soph and they said funny things as usual and cheered me up. then had a chat with mcconnell about the rgs visit, was quite good talking to him. lovely man.
kel were you ignoring me today!? i felt very ignored by you. =(

history tutorial, saying stupid things to kwok, gp application. blah blah blah. then skipped pe again (yay!) and then home for pw. quite productive, i'm proud to say! although i have to bitch about the fantastic timing. pw being smackdab in the middle of promo season. fabulous. choon and viv stayed for dinner, watched a bit of gg, vivien had a revelation and i'm vindicated in my assertion that there are 6 discs hahahahah. and then they left, and then my hot shower and now i'm here!

just made a pact with shoojee to finish reading a&c by monday, on pain of death. kelly shall have the job of performing the executions if we don't finish. i need pressure, and companionship in pressure. though i do have pw to finish at the same time and i'm sleep. so i shall go now and read a&c until i fall asleep.

look at title. that depresses me. ben affleck and jennifer garner -> ouch. i am also disillusioned about michael vartan, and i guess the attraction is in the characters for everyone. except jennifer garner, who is wonderfully sweet and victor garber as well who is terribly loveable.

and! i have cleared out my wardrobe and hung a lot of things up. i need to throw clothes away. i'm throwing some, and then i'm keeping a pile of nice clothes that don't fit me which i can't bear to throw and have (futile, perhaps) hopes of one day losing enough weight to fit into those again. or something like that. just irrational hoarding of possessions, a trait of mine. along with carrying of entertainment paraphernelia wherever i go, making me vulnerable to extreme losses upon theft. am working on remedying the latter. former isn't killing me yet.

took the political compass thing. i'm close to the middle, but about quarterway liberal leftist.
economic left/right: -3.25
social libertarian/authoritarian: -2.00
that puts me in about the same place as nelson mandela and beethoven and david cobb and ralph nader. too bad the last two are out of the election. same area as the dalai lama and gandhi as well, although i just read that gandhi was fiercely anti-jew and disowned his son for wanting to get married because he himself believed in renouncing sex, which is disturbing. and how he produced a son by renouncing sex i do not know. perhaps after the act, he decided to renounce it or something. hahahhaha. poor woman.

oh reminds me - today vivien called gandhi 'mohammed gandhi'. wow.

some interesting random facts:

marquis de sade
n : French soldier and writer whose descriptions of sexual perversion gave rise to the term `sadism' (1740-1814)

Ro·si·cru·cian
A member of an international organization, especially the Ancient Mystic Order Rosae Crucis and the Rosicrucian Order, devoted to the study of ancient mystical, philosophical, and religious doctrines and concerned with the application of these doctrines to modern life.
A member of any of several secret organizations or orders of the 17th and 18th centuries concerned with the study of religious mysticism and professing esoteric religious beliefs.
The name is probably due to a German theologian, Johann Valentin Andre["a], who in anonymous pamphlets called himself a knight of the Rose Cross (G. Rosenkreuz), using a seal with a St. Andrew's cross and four roses.)] One who, in the 17th century and the early part of the 18th, claimed to belong to a secret society of philosophers deeply versed in the secrets of nature, -- the alleged society having existed, it was stated, several hundred years.
Note: The Rosicrucians also called brothers of the Rosy Cross, Rosy-cross Knights, Rosy-cross philosophers, etc. Among other pretensions, they claimed to be able to transmute metals, to prolong life, to know what is passing in distant places, and to discover the most hidden things by the application of the Cabala and science of numbers.

there were other things i intended to look up but can't be bothered right now. i need to buy 'holy blood and holy grail' by baigent, leigh and lincoln. they were the first english-speaking people to write about the priory of sion, although the priory is somewhat less significant than the da vinci code makes it out to be. i need to finish reading the templar revelation.
actually, i think i need to sleep now. night!

i just went running with my dad. it was actually really fun and i barely got tired, which is kinda of miraculous considering my non-physical activity of late. i haven't even got dance for the next three weeks cos my teacher's gone to india to get married. oh and we detoured through the henry park apartments playground and i stood on that whirly thing that vivien beat up shoojee for a long time ago. swung around a bit, and then actually swung on the swing which was super nice cos the air was so cool and it felt really good. and i made my dad try standing on the whirly thing. and then i did situps. i am amazed at myself.
then i raced my dad back home when we reached holland road again. neither of us quite managed to keep up the sprint though.
and then i got home and my mom started pinching my cheeks cos she said they were so cute and red after my having physically exerted myself for the first time in weeks. sat down for a while and watched some silly movie on the disney channel with my brother. when i got up i felt rather dizzy. i shouldn't have sat down so fast perhaps. this whole physical activity thingie isn't really my area of expertise obviously.

today i slept a lot in school. during english lec i was falling asleep, hopefully looking like i was intensely studying the sheet of paper with the poems on it. he ended ten minutes early and i slept properly on my desk and it was an amazingly deep ten-minute sleep because i only woke up when claud whacked me. now that i think about it i think i have a hazy memory of kelly calling me a few times and wiggy laughing, presumably because i wasn't waking up? i don't know how i heard that through my sleep and didn't wake up. during the three block break i went to the library with mark, with noble intentions of studying (well, i intended to study, he intended to listen to his ipod and make me depressed about my current lack of portable music devices - ok i think he didn't really intend that deliberately - and sleep.) anyway, i fell asleep in the chair, which was really uncomfortable but there were no free tables in the library as usual. i tried to pillow-fy with my arm but my arm and thereby my head, kept slipping down so it was wholly uncomfortable. after that i slept through math lec, which was marginally more comfortable. amazing how we've mastered the art of sleeping on the lt pseudo-desk things. claud copied notes for me, yay!

school was cold as usual, freezing in fact. i'm taking my warm jacket to school tomorrow. although with my luck i'll take that bulky thing and then it won't rain or the aircons won't be cold or better yet the ts aircon won't work. or it'll be cold but not too cold so i'll be wearing my jacket and sweating inside it, which is gross. i think i'm falling ill... i feel terribly cold.

ok i should go bathe. channa bhatura awaits.

i think i'm going to have to buy another OC cd! because i tried to download Dice, which is the best song on the soundtrack, and unfortunately it didn't work! alternatively, i have to get someone to buy the cd and lend it to me so that i can burn it. hmmm maybe i'll convince vaish. that's a better idea.
and maybe if i do that, i can buy finley quaye's cd which has dice on it! and his other songs as well, which ought to be good if Dice is representative of his style.

oh! good news: my mom just told me that she's going to give me her ultra-funky manish arora (supercool gay indian fashion designer) salwar suit. she says it's too loud for her, because it's sort of bright pink with chinese block prints on it. hahahaha. only thing is when we go to india we'll have to get it altered for my size, although my mom thinks i'll fit in because i'm as fat as her. i hope she's kidding. anyway now she won't let me try it on for size because i claimed that i had work to do a little while ago when she started nagging me about the State of my room.

i have glasses!
after les choristes (which was really good by the way! in a feel-good french way, more on that later) my mom told me to give the optician a call and i did, and the glasses were mercifully ready! so i bussed to clementi, and FROZE on the way. for some reason the aircon was totally totally numbingly cold. my fingers were well on their way to frostbite, but thankfully i had my sweater with me so i survived.

cine was freezing too. well, my legs got cold. i should've changed when i went home. lazy me. but i did get a lot of gg watched today. 3 eps. maybe i'll watch one more tonight after i do a bit of studying or something. i HAVE to start studying. apparently hwachong people study during their breaks and everything. and what do we do we go to watch a movie after school. tsk tsk.

anyway, movie was great! it was idealistic and sort of flat-charactered and stuff but it was so fabulously frenchly unpretentious and just... happy. and some of the kids were adorable. ugh i have a horrible memory for french names. morhange i think, was the really really pretty one. (he's a boy.) and AMAZING voice. the actor or singer or whoever it was who sang for morhange, gorgeous voice. and the little kid, whatsisname! gahh... started with p... petinot? penitot? PEPINOT! yes. (i had to imdb the movie to figure that out, sigh.) pepinot was the most precious thing! i wanted to grab him and cuddle him forever. the young one that is. the old one was... old. the young one was completely adorable! and the badguy was so eminem and evil! mondain, i think it was. the teacher was cool.
yay!

gg - luke is hot. tristan is eye candy but such an annoying character and i get such a kick out of watching rory snark him. oh and i'm not sure if i blogged this before or just thought it (chit says i just thought it) but the "i love you" "thank you" thing on the OC is so stolen from the kiss and "thank you" on gg! ok i can't be bothered to elaborate but anyone who's watched season one of both shows would understand. oh apparently there are newports on both sides of the united states. one in california and one somewhere in the new england area on the east coast. confusing. and the US also has a london, a rome, a tokyo, a venice and numerous other copies of european cities. and of course 'new' york, new orleans, new hampshire and so on. hm.

i should go now and Do Some Work.

it's raiiiiiining meaning i can't go back to school until it lets up! watched two eps of gg and had a nice healthy cheap lunch at home. oh when i was leaving school walking to the bus stop the stupid bus drove right past me when i was almost reaching the stop, and i realised the bus was driving past, and i started running to the bus stop and waving madly to make the driver stop but he didn't notice. it's so annoying, and isn't the first time it's happened to me. anyway i resisted the temptation to hail a cab and walked to holland road and took a bus the one remaining stop to my house, which is kinda pathetic, but well, it was drizzling.

gg's such a nice show :)
oh today was screwed up. rolly took my essay and i told him the truth but i think he may not have believed me but he was just beign funny about it, and then claudia fessed up that she had yet to finish her essay and then he got mad so at the end of the lesson he decided not to mark either of our essays. was rather upset about that. sigh. i wonder if all the teachers hate me. anyway after that i was quite high at times. sitting near vaish is fun. i slept during math, then i went for econs and econs was fun too. although sitting between shoojee and wiggy made for surprisingly little verbal conversation. because wiggy is wiggy and shoojee was, amazingly, engrossed in a chinese book! but there was plenty of non-verbal conversation! actually there was good non-verbal conversation during econs tutorial as well, hmm. elf-ears!

then i went home, and it's raining and i think my mom thinks i'm mad cos i was reading in the toilet and it's the autograph man by zadie smith (haha ok so no one's going to borrow that from me ever) and there's this bit where some weird american dude is talking in a really american way and i decided to read it out loud, and suddenly my mom's asking me what i'm doing, whether i'm on the phone in the toilet or something. she was outside my door the whole time! how mortifying. and then i was like "uh... no. i was reading?"

sigh i need to get to schoooooooooooooooooooool! oh my god talk about cyberwhining. ok i shall go do something else now. like will the rain into stopping, or easing up. or something. i'm still a bit high, which is weird because i'm really sleepy.

i don't feel like blogging, but i don't feel like finishing my rollason essay. long story, but he'll mark it if i give it to him tomorrow, and he probably thinks i'm a sneaky shit, and it was all such a stupid accidental thing. ahhhhh well. i should be more responsible next time. but atleast now i don't have to feel shitty for only having handed up one term essay this year.

and i've been doing everything but my essay. came home and slept and stuff like that. the usual suspects - msn, blogstalking. oh but i watched some gg today! have finished disc one so i can pass it to vaish. i think i'll watch one ep a day from now on or something. gg is fun!

oh incidentally, singtel made a boo-boo. the 700 bucks wasn't US porn, it was president's star charity. anyway my dad's already donated a lot of money to that so they'll retract the donation. so the thief was a charitable thief. huh.

ugh. i should go finish my essay! i feel disgustingly unproductive. kevin and i were discussing our unproductivity earlier, trying to outdo each other in terms of sucky math and non-work-doingness etc. i'm not sure who won.

i just got an email from shutterfly. i'm getting all the emails except emails that i want, such as a reply from the damn sociology guy. people in singapore are so ANNOYING. the mda woman is a bitch. but our file will have a record of her hypocrisy. ok not really people in singapore, because there are many people in singapore that i love very much (whatever love means, to quote prince charles and i'm not sure why i'm quoting him) but government-y people. ugh. but my mom's got a friend who works for mda, so maybe i can speak with her. stupid mda pr woman. talk about -bad- pr.

ok historyyyyyyyyy.

EDIT: it's 2 am and i'm halfway through my last and main point about GP rivalry. but i don't remember the details of the entente cordiale and all the country thingies and the notes don't make sense anymore andandand i should really take my contacts out!!!! especially since if they get screwed up tomorrow morning i won't have glasses to wear! this is disastrous. AHHHH. i want to sleeeeeeeeep. oh and i think i'll talk to mr rollason and tell him the truth about the essay tomorrow. it's horrible if he thinks i'm a little sneaky person. oh and i am disgusted by the way KWOK teases me about rolly. i think it was choon who introduced the idea to him. choon hwee, who's like one of the founding members of the rolly fanclub! ok i'm gonna take my contacts out and rough it for the rest of the essay. damn, and it's the most important part!

in an incredibly scary turn of events, my brother's phone got stolen today. he's been at RI the whole day, and his phone was in his bag, and it disappeared. he realised around 3330 this afternoon, after which my dad gets a call from singtel asking for his particulars (my brother's phone's registered under my dad's name.) my dad's puzzled and asks why. apparently someone made $700 worth of calls to x-rated sites in the US. i'm not exactly sure how that works, but i guess it's the gprs thing, and it is bloody scary. 700 dollars. anyway my parents are going to RI now and they've spoken to singtel and they're going to try and get the fee for those calls waived.

both my parents are, needless to say, immensely upset that he and i have got our phones stolen one after another. it's like a conspiracy. in other news, my dad got me my simcard, and dug out one of the superold motorolas we had. actually it's not that old in that it hasn't been used much, but it's old as in an old model. not like the nice new flip motorolas/ although i would never call a motorola particularly nice... i finally have to move away from nokia :(

today's been a complete nightmare. [please god, tell that i'm still asleep.]
i feel like goddamn silas marner. lost faith in mankind.
today i left my bag alone for about ten of fifteen minutes in the singapore poly auditorium and i came back and the bag was gone. i panicked, ran around looking for it, and finally found it in a corner somewhere. i was thankful. then i open the bag and realise that my phone, discman and money are gone.

i'm fucking furious. and disgusted. this thief took half a sandwich and left (very thoughtfully, might i add) the red case in which i keep my discman. fine, so it's a fairly ugly red case, but now it's a reminder that the discman's gone. and with it my OC cd. but i'm mildly thankful that he atleast left the rest of it behind, because my pencilcase has sentimental value and the bag and pens and make-up are hard to replace, as well as worth quite a substantial amount considering the number of pens and make-up items i have.

my parents were incredibly angry, of course. and for some reason, until i found the bag i was relatively calm, but once i found it and then discovered taht the valuables were gone i almost started crying, i guess the temporary joy of finding plus the frustration became quite a potent combination.

ok so i was stupid. i shouldn't have left my bag alone, come to think of it, it was completely a thoughtless thing to do.
it's a free concert so any random poly loser could've walked in.
and it's fine arts, so people have no regard for theatre etiquette, in fact it doesn't exist, so people are always walking in ant out. in fact, even the house lights are always pertially on to facilitate the walking in and out.

so now i've had a good cry finally, and i realise a bit belatedlythat there are disgustingly bad elements in singapore. and i will never leave anything alone for even two seconds again. and i have no phone, no discman and no glasses until further notice. i wonder what old phone my mom's going to saddle on me next time. i think thetre are some ancient motorolas lying around.

and my dad's saying maybe i'm not ready to live on my own in university. they won't deny me university in the US, and anyway i have two years to sort the irresponsibility issue out, but my mom was saying that i can't go to pondicherry because the fact that i've been going around losing everything means that i'm not ready for things like that. phone, glasses, bag. plus the bunch of times i've dropped my phone in places but fortunately been able to retrieve it. i wonder if i can convince her about pondicherry.

THANK GOD i didn't take my camera. and that i didn't take a rufus cd or something else instead of OC. OC was a really good cd but rufus stolen and i'd have died. as it is my john mayer's pretty much been stolen out from under my nose. (read: NASTY.)
anyway i've taken out my contacts and am now peering at the screen, so i'm going to for once take my mom's advice and go to bed.

i wonder if the new school will have gates that are climbable-over.
i don't particularly want to move. there's something about mt sinai. there are memories, though i'm not the most sentimental person around. i think i said once that rj is the pits but we love it all the same. i think it's the people.

nasty says -
scares me how ive been clocking more time in sch during the hols than mandatory school weeks.

i found that funny...

feeling melancholy now, having spent the last two hours skimming through kel's archives from this year. scary, how little you can know a person. or, well, not know something seemingly fundamental. and thinking about everything that's happened this year. and the fact that it's so weird how at the beginning she always refers to me as aparna, because now i'm always aps. and just generally, this afternoon i suddenly started thinking about whether i'd lose touch with my friends when we all go off to university. i mean, the whole daph thing was bad enough although i think satisfactorily salvaged and hopefully progressive.
something like that.

i can't quite blog with line breaks. it's too. staccato?
anyway, things i just told nasty which i might as well paste in here, to lighten the mood.

i've decided that i'm going to wear humongous earrings from now on
i've told my mom to buy me more humongous earrings
they're so wild and full of life, i've fallen in love
and tomorrow i'm wearing a sari!
i tried it on today and decided that i look good in a sari
and this girl fell in love with me today
haha it was hilarious
she's vaish's friend and told vaish that i'm really pretty, and then later i was walking past and then vaish said that her friend wanted to look at me again
and then later on, we were all leaving and vaish said that that girl wanted to take me home with her
(i presume she was joking about that)
and then later on at home vaish messages me saying that her friend's filled with adoration for me and wants my msn contact
it's quite hilarious
and the girl was asking vaish about me, and was highly shocked that i don't have a boyf
which i'm insulted by, because what happened to feminism and independent woman-ness
(although i hate to make destiny's child references)

hahaha nasty says "good grief. that girl needs counselling." i agree!
again - line breaks just look ridiculous on my blog. i'll just stick to long paragraphs of prose and the intermittent line break. line breaked writing is hard to read in it's own way.

i think i really should go now and remove these pieces of plastic from my eyes and go to sleep.
suddenly i feel not so melancholy. i think it's cos i stopped reading and being depressed. now i'll put on some bnl for a while. comfort music. if only i could have a good soak in a nice bathtub and have a vaughn bring me some wine and sit next to the bathtub and stroke my face. (alias, i believe it was firebomb which is season 2 episode 15. my memory amazes me. i haven't watched season 2 in months. a year, in fact. more than. i haven't really watched anything since the finale last year, despite acquiring the dvds in december. or was it january. i think i arrived back from india and found season 1 and 2 waiting on my bed. that was the end of december. and i remember may last year, may 4 i think it was, staying up till 3 am or something waiting for the finale to finish downloading but not managing it, and then in the morning before class chit pretty much revealing all, and me having to sit down. and then rushing to a computer to read the transcript. and then in the evening episode still not done downloading, and then during tuition with henry lee sneaking to computer to watch the ending when it was finally done.)

talk about winding prose.

i am in pain. i have a headache but if i take out my contacts i won't be able to see and i don't have glasses and i just said bye to daph and i hope the email correspondence will be sustained so we don't lose touch again. i finally -feel- something about it, which is good. strange how these things work. i don't want to lose touch with friends again. it's too horrible.

anyway i just ordered glasses, and two pairs this time, so that i won't ever have to go throuhg this predicament again. it's the first time i've gone glasses-less. i usually lose/tear contacts, and i thought that was annoying. this is far far worse. i wonder if i should go for laser surgery sometime. quite scary though. anyway my glasses are nice! the main pair are this deep reddish really nice solvil titus frames... strange that the parental units bought me an expensive pair just after scolding me for irresponsible act of losing glasses, but i'm not complaining. i'll just not hook my glasses onto my clothes next time. the other pair are more ordinary black frames. but also small and nice.

this afternoon went for fine arts rehearsal about 4 hours late, and did nothing except a bit of math. ate a pizza, went onstage, sat down, got up, went offstage, went home. thoroughly useless. and tomorrow we have to be there at 3pm. oh i did do some math though!

got some surveys done by the people there. made friends with two 15yearolds. i think they're 15, atleast. uwc kids are such a strange species. cute, though. some of them get quite annoying. and sifas is THE place for meeting people who know you whom you don't know. this girl asked me how my mom was, and i was like "uhhh fine. sorry, do i know you?" i said that in a non-rude way though. but the point is that i'd never met this girl in my life but she knew both me and my mom. then she told me who her mom is and i realised who it was, but i maintain that i've never met the daughter before. hmph. got rather freaked by vaish's friend who thought i was pretty, and i hope the part about wanting to take me home with her was made up by vaish.

oh and thank god for vaish. she saved me from lonely death in that stupid shithole. interesting conversations with her. now i will stop the praising of the vaish in order to prevent her head from blowing up any further. or her ego, whichever one.

now i'm tired and sad that i can't go to the freaking airport. and hungry. byeeeeeee.

uhh i think chit's telling me to blog, so i am going to blog. oh she says she's bored with her daily fix! how sweet. i said "aww" when she told me that. ok moving on.

today i lost my glasses, bought lots of books, did no studying, walked around a lot under the blazing sun, got extremely tired and went for rehearsal and then came home and ate my brother's birthday cake.

1.
woke up late. was supposed to be at kel's at ten but managed to wake up at about 945 and then my mom needed me to help her with some stuff for my brother's party. so i got ready in a tearing hurry, wore my glasses and dumped my contacts case in my bag and left. my mom's friend dropped me off somewhere around acs(b), and it was almost 12. or 1145, and kel had to leave so i told her to just go ahead and i'd go straight to orchard. so i walked, in the blazing heat, through balmoral road and then realised that i had to see kel to return her secret garden cds which i unearthed from my pile of cds, and realised i'd had them for a considerable period of time. so i met her and passed her the cd and decided that my sloman was wayyy too heavy and i had this weird premonition that since i was no longer going to kel's, i would probably not get any econs done, and plus i badly needed a drink of water, so i called her and thank god she was still home and i went upstairs with her. and then her mum was very nice and gave me a ride to orchard.

2.
borders to wait for chit. wandered around, was tempted to buy several things but reminded myself that the whole point of the entire outing today was to go to the booksale, which means cheap books which means not borders prices. oh but i was ANNOYED when i saw that the bin laden book that vaish and i shared and bought in whsmith on friday was selling at borders for 19.95 which is a whole 6.50 less than the whsmith price! anyway picked up a few things to read, including an australian women's weekly (don't ask. i'm just a tabloid-reading freak.) and 'the invisible trade' which is about singapore's high-class sex industry. i think i've mentioned that before. i need to buy that book. it looks really interesting. i settled myself in front of the dictionaries and read the magazine, when in fact i should've read the invisible trade or 'snobs' by julian fellowes (who wrote gosford parks - so snobs is another one for the wishlist.) then chit turned up, and some security guard chased us away cos apparently no sitting on the floor. for god's sakes, the benches were all occupied and there were dozens of people sitting on the floor in other parts. ok maybe it was just no sitting on the floor in front of the dictionaries or something. so we went to the kids section, where you can only sit on the floor. in due time a woman came along and said only kids and parents can sit on the floor there. so i got pissed off and loudly said sometihng about how it was annoying. and then i just decided to leave, which chit'd been bugging me to do for ages because she was hungry, the poor child. on the way she bought a sandman calendar for daph, and on the way to the door after buying the sandman thing, i bought 30 dollars worth of stationary. well, a very pretty notebook for 24 and a file which ultimately proved useless, for 6 bucks. i considered returning the file when i realised how utterly useless it is. i'm still pissed about that.

3.
lunch at coffee club express. the prata wrap still rocks, but for the first time i realised it's thoroughly unsatisfying for a hungry person. stole some of chit's soup. but it was tomato, and not very good. coffee club does broccoli soup much better. and i think there was once they had leek soup. or maybe it was pumpkin. or potato. ok one of those weird vegetably soups. i love weird vegetabley soups. like the pumpkin soup at spageddies which has chicken stock in it and i'm going straight to hell aren't i but atleast i'll be well-fed and happy.

4.
bookfair. this proved to be a three hour affair. it was quite large, dusty and a FURNACE. because it was already boil-egg-able outside, and then you're placed inside this stuffy plastic tent. and everything you touch feels like it's burning up. seriously. after a while instead of leaning against the cardboard boxes to search inside, i resorted to bending over with a careful distance between my tummy and the box. which was tiring. and then i had no water and i felt truly wilted. after i picked up some random useless books at the fiction section, i went to the literature section and realised there were much better books there. ran into risse and the guy whom i assume is either pak or han. i forget. they look the same. he was quite helpful to chit, in ridding herself of a couple out of the thirty or so that she planned to buy. and then i also accumulated a huge bagful of books, but after the 30-dollar-borders expenditure my budget was considerably lessened. but then i'd picked up a lot of junk, and i exercised some extreme willpower (extremely hard for aparna especially in the arena of shopping, so applaud her) and got it down to 4 books i think. then chit left to draw money and GET DRINKS and i managed to pick up about 3 other books while left waiting and guarding her books. but then she helped me get it down to two. then daph arrived, and i wilted on the floor after gulping down an entire bottle of water. she looked through the books, then some guy (presumably guy in charge) came and apologetically told us not to sit or else everyone else would start sitting. although seriously, there were only four people sitting including myself and chit, and the floor was mostly really dusty and there was no space anyway except for the little place where we were sitting, but today was obviously not a day meant for sitting on the floor in places that sell books, so i sold out to The Man again, and got up. then the guy got very peeved at some kid who was standing on a book and looked around and asked whose child that was, and then announced to anyone who was hearing that the books weren't meant to be stood on. i totally agree, sir. he seemed rather exasperated, poor thing. after that i joined daph in her search for books, tore out the front page of a book because it had a really cute note on it from 1934!!! there were some really really really old books there. the process of the tearing of the page was quite funny. and then i successfully picked up another few books. i'm incorrigible. FINALLY after many detours/stallings we made it to the other end of the tent where the cashier was located, and paid for the stuff. i realised i could've just walked out without paying and no one would have been the wiser. because i was collecting my books in this big red plastic bag that they were using to pack the books in after people paid. this was because at the beginning chit and i asked some guy if they had baskets or something, and he handed us those bags. damn. i could've saved almost 40 bucks!
anyway, ultimately i think i paid about 36 bucks or something for the following:
f scott fitzgerald's short stories (am proud of this because it was the only copy i found, and everyone else wanted it after that)
woman on the edge of time - marge piercy
cat's cradle - kurt vonnegut jr (it looks a bit like someone left it in the toilet or something, but otherwise acceptable condition and it's a nice cover and was only 4 bucks)
breakfast with champions - kurt vonnegut jr
goodbye, columbus - philip roth
the good men - charmaine craig (it's da vinci code-ish, one of those medieval church-y controversial things, and it's and 'uncorrected proof for limited distribution' meaning it's one of the early copies they send out for people to review so they can put the reviews on the cover of the book when it's sold to the public, which all in all makes it a fairly rare copy and thereby quite cool.)

so i'm quite proud of that. although books make a heavy burden and my mom had to be shielded from them because she thought i was studying all day at kel's and NOT spending three hours wasting my ass at a bookfair. anyway it wasn't really THAT impressive a bookfair. i'd prefer a warehouse sale, because i like new books. stories of pansing always make me sad, cos it sounds like it was amazing. ah well at that point i was off having a ball in england so i shan't be sad.

5.
went to ps to eat. pretzel and mrs field's cookie. ate the pretzel in a thoroughly messy manner. licking my fingers and the cheese and everything. but sour cream and onion pretzels are messy cos the white powder which i think is onion powder flakes off everywhere. oh but i DID wash my hands before that, considering i was coming from a second hand booksale. and i put in my contacs, and hooked my glasses in my collar. as in, the v-neck thing. which is sort of the collar i guess. then i ate, and left for fine arts.

6.
fine arts. details quite irrelevant. important thing is that it was boring and i was very happy to see vaish (for once =P) because i was lonely. i hate fine arts. it's so unfriendly. although actually i saw a lot of people that i know. but it's all the 'hi how are you? fine! you? fine.' sort. and there were these two younger girls who're in uwc and have these heavy american accents, my mom's friends' daughters, whom i talked to for a while, who were quite nice despite the accents. one of them has a brother in rj. lipsynched during the rehearsal because they decided to go at breakneck speed for the rehearsal itself after making us wait for 1.5 hours before they rehearsed our bit. jeez.
vaish walked me out, waited twenty minutes for a cab. almost gave up and made my dad come all the way and pick me up, but just when he was about to leave to come and get me, i got a cab. yay.

7.
home, and i realised that my glasses've disappeared. must've fallen off in the mrt or something. and i only have one pair of glasses and contacts between me and relative blindness. meaning that until i get a new pair of glasses, i have to wear contacts from the time i wake up until the time i sleep. i feel sad. actually my degree's not that bad i think, but astig and usedness to wearing something that gives me perfect vision, renders me helpless when without those aiding pieces of plastic.
to make myself feel better, i ate a huge slice of my brother's cake. etoile, fantastic.
watched tv for a bit. realised that my contacts nowadays feel like there's nothing in my eyes. only that my eyes get more tired.

anyhoo chit's getting impatient now and hurling insults like that she's gotten sick of waiting and gone off to read the giver or something (although i suppose i can't compare myself to the giver in terms of interestingness) but anyway i'm getting tired as well. and my eyes. and my feet REALLY hurt. i'm going to go finish reading angels and demons and then sleep.

oh talking about angels and demons, last night i only slept at about 4 i think, because i was reading and getting freaked cos it's so spooky, so i decided that i had to press on till i finished the book because until i finished i wouldn't be able to switch off the light without fear. so i got to about 80 pages from the end, and finally succumbed to sleepiness and quickly switched off the light, shut my eyes tight and huddled under the covers and prayed for sleep to come quickly. haha, the other night same thing happened but i had a chicklit book nearby so i read that for a while to calm myself before going to bed, instead of going on a suicide mission to try and finish 250 pages when it's about 1am already.

another thing - 'vienna' is very alias-relevant! and daphne of all people pointed it out. to think, exactly a year ago it was ME the alias freak who related everything to alias, and in her words '[saw] everything through an alias-related haze'. things do come full circle. vienna's a beautifuuuul song.

went to holland v for dinner. dad tried to convince us to try lebanese cuisine, but we walked around a bit and ended up at nydc. ordered a veritable feast considered that there were only 4 of us, and none of us are bottomless pits - two baked vegetable thingies, a pizza, pasta and karma sandwich. i ultimately finished my brother's pasta for him, and some of the pizza was wasted and we doggy-bagged half the sandwich. the sandwiches are terribly large. ah well. was a good dinner. am very full.

oh another good meal - i must mention. for my brother's birthday on tuesday, my dad cooked a full italian meal. well, sort of italian. usually he cooks north indianish stuff that he just sort of invents. and they're quite amazing. this was the first time he made italian and it was really good! gnocchi, and this amazing mashed potato thing (ok that's american) with broccoli and asparagus and capsicum. the mashed potato was so gooooood! he put all sorts of stuff in it. and tiramisu for dessert (ok he didn't make that, he bought it). and he didn't make the gnocchi pieces, he also bought those from da paolo. but still everything else was homemade, especially mashed potatoes which was the best part. i think my dad should seriously open a restaurant. and my mom could have a ball decorating it. and it would be fun!

then my mum went to buy lipliner, and i followed her, leaving my dad and brother on the haagen dazs corner waiting for us. quite funny, we took quite a long time because i started looking at perfumes and my mum was looking at something else, and when we came back the two guys were still standing on the pavement looking pathetic. but my brother did call me twice to yell at me to hurry up. i have decided that i am going to buy Glamour by Ralph Lauren. beautiful. at first i was thinking i'd get Romance, but i got scent strips for both and decided that after a while Romance gets too sweet. saccharine. and sweet is quite un-me. therefore Glamour wins. my mum says Beyond Paradise by Estee Lauder is very nice. i'll go check that out sometime and then buy one of them. for a long time i've been meaning to buy Island Kiss by Escada, but today i decided that it smells quite bad. oh and i need to check out Stella McCartney's perfume, if that's as good as her clothes are then that goes down on the shopping list as well. of course, this is the Shopping List of Things That Cannot All Be Bought in One Shopping Trip. ie things i need to save up for/bug my parents for.

ok so that's my bimbo rant for the day. or ditz rant or whatever.

now i'm tired. i think i'll sleep early. somewhat long day tomorrow. ah i just figured out why i'm tired. i'm such a moron, i've been going around all day trying to figure out why i'm so sleepy. it's because i slept at about 330 last night. or this morning or whatever. and for once chit fell asleep before i did, serves her right for always mocking the way i fall asleep earliest at sleepovers. oh that reminds me of the time at my house we were all watching the exorcist except for shirin who was lying down listening to norah jones with a pillow over her eyes or something. and she wasn't asleep. but managed to stay that way throuhg the entire movie. and then she came back to the world to watch bridget jones' diary, during which i fell asleep every few minutes. which reminds me of ling needing to be woken up every five minutes during harry potter at ambleside. which i didn't watch with them, but have heard several times about. ok i'm going off on a tangent aren't i.

anyway, i'm tired which is why i've got no patience for the msn conversation the class is having. i'm periodically going in and saying something random, but anyway large group conversations confuse me/distress me because it's so hard to keep up, plus you always feel like you have to shout to be heard or you'll get lost in the backlog of messages that are all coming rapid-fire with barely time to be read.

ok i'm really going to go sleep now.

edit: something wholly disturbing. while getting ready for dinner, my mom told me that she went 'pubbing' last night after dinner with some of her friends. first i corrected her that it was 'clubbing', not 'pubbing'. then she recited a whole list of the places she went to - the only two i recognised were equinox and indochine. so a real pub-crawl, or club-crawl or whatever. but atleast she didn't go to seedy places like cheeky monkeys or something. though she did see bartop dancing and said it was quite gross. and apparently at one of the places her friend asked her "what if you bump into your daughter at one of these places?" and my mom said that that was unlikely. which is true, because i don't go clubbing. and my mother gloated for a while that she was 'cooler' than me. the whole affair is disturbing, and my mother is weird and apparently she was wearing glitter on her eyelids because one of her friends put body shop glitter on all their eyelids before they went out. i think my mother's friends are experiencing a midlife crisis, deciding to randomly start pub-crawling in their 40s. ah well, i'm all for living life so if that's what they like. but my mom said that clubbing wasn't much fun. lately people only confirm my suspicions that clubbing is wholly not a worthwhile activity. but i'll try it sometime, just to confirm for myself. or who knows, confirm that clubbing is fun. thus far i haven't seen much point in the activity, though.

ok enough of the disturbing event of the day. or yesterday. think about happy things, like michael vaughn or ralph lauren. oh i think before i sleep i'll go watch the final kiss scene in the season 3 finale. it's symbolic of that all bad things come to an end and culminate in much HOT goodness. oh and that shot from behind the kiss, hotness. vaughvaughvaughhhhnnnnnnn why aren't you mine??!!!
goodnight people.

god it is such a pain thinking of titles for posts. and i never blog when i'm feeling poetic or eloquent or anything, so i can never think of something title-ish. ugh. lack of eloquence, see.

daph just came over to bring back my alias dvds and transfer my season 3 to her portable hard drive so she can watch. she's apparently getting season 2 dvds from some dvd pirate from malaysia who's got some ultra-cool operation that involves him not knowing the customer's name, so if he gets caught in customs it's his own problem. and then he and daph's mum meet in some clandestine location and exchange packages. it's like something out of a movie! haha. except completely harmless. although perhaps slightly harmful to disney or something, but who cares. disney is The Man. The Man should be fought. Although fighting this particular Man might harm one of my favourite shows, so actually I should not be encouraging this transaction. What the hell.

i've finished my second pint of haagen dazs in probably a week. this is not good. i have a zit on my cheek. oh chit's got a really cool body shop exfoliating scrub thing that makes your face super-smooth. if only it erased zits. anyway sleepover was fun. we watched about 6 episodes of alias before daph had to leave at about 1245, meaning she watched the finale on her own. which is really really sad because that's the best episode, and basically it means that until the next time i decide to introduce alias to someone, which will definitely be after promos, i won't be watching that ep. because i have to study and shit.

my brother is really annoying. really really annoying. and NOT cute.

ugh the rest of the stuff was typed half an hour ago before my mother called me to go and clear some magazines or something. and now i'm sleepy and bored and can't be bothered to finish blogging.

and this post was supposed to be catching up on the past few days of non-bloggingness. oh well. and shoojee etc are going for choirboys tomorrow evening and i can't make it cos of stupid academy day rehearsal. the first i'll be going for this year, really. i skipped all the rest and then my teacher told me that the principal said that whoever doesn't come for the next few rehearsals will be kicked out. sigh. ok anyway it'll be over by sunday, and the whole thing is shitty anyway cos i'm not dancing. which i feel very sad about - my teacher would've asked me, if only i'd been actualyl going for classes during the time that dance rehearsals began. meaning that i'll never dance at a fine arts academy day again, unless next year i become a nerd and study the whole year through so that around this time i can dance for academy day instead of mugging for prelims or something. and the year after, i'll be going off to university. but then again university terms start slightly later than this, so perhaps i can dance just before going off. that'll be quite fun.

ok i was supposed to be sick of blogging. hmm.

liu thai ker isn't in town, but maybe i can get an interview when he gets back. and then maybe his secretary will recommend someone else from nac as well. and i'm trying to figure out who from the nus sociology department would be most useful. have a few names from the website - will discuss it at the meeting today.

the university of chicago looks quite good. the brochure is really nice. duke sent me a brochure as well, but it looks somewhat... boring. anyway i have to call up the SAT office to reschedule my SAT2.

tonight's the alias marathon with chit&daph! yayyy. can't wait. alias is a fantastic show, and daphne loves it now, so i am SO vindicated. and she can't stop gushing about vaughn, which is superduper vindication because she used to mock my vaughn-loving-ness, and call him vanilla and shite like that, and now she's all "he's NOT vanilla, he's just controlled and sweet and vanilla's not sweet, it's bland. chocolate's sweet but he's not chocolate. he's just vaughn." or something like that. and oh, she said "vaughn is so fuckme". hahahaha yayy. oh and she joins me in the disbelief and utter disgust that jen garner gave vartan up for affleck. i'm in serious denial and even if perhaps she and varty broke up, i'm not buying the affleck part of it.

i'm giving her my s2 downloaded cds because we won't be able to finish s2 tonight. pity, because the last few episodes of season 2 rock. ok, well, ALL the episodes rock. ironic, that daph revived my devotion to the show. for a few months it was very stagnant.

oh shit! 3 minutes to 12 and i'm supposed to be at jurong east mrt at 12, and i haven't bathed or eaten or anything. i'll probably get there an hour late, considering that i also need to drop by school and get pw file.