ok i hate being told that people (women, in particular duhh) are pregnant because my sick mind inevitably moves backwards to thinking about the mechanics of getting pregnant, and especially when it concerns relatives or my mother's friends, it's just disgusting.
although this time it's the dancer gayathri who is rather gorgeous and her husband's not too bad-looking himself, but still. gross.

in other news, my voice can only be described as an elaborate orchestra of squeaks and stage whispers. a really really bad orchestra. it sounds worse than a breaking voice. my brother tells me that perhaps my voice is indeed breaking and i am finding my true sexuality. i guess then my boobs must just be extreme flab like the nutty professor, huh? god that's such an old stupid movie, can't believe i'm referencing it. and there is the monthly nonsense which would also go to show that i am unfortunately not man.

but that quiz i took - off kitson's blog, told me i was 26% male.

and my mummy was smart enough to get me a BooBoo cake from nydc and I ate it just now. I cannot decide if it was a good or bad idea to eat chocolate cake with a throat like this. but my mother bought it for me so I shall pretend it was good for me because most of the food she makes me eat is good for me. except the chocolate, i guess. ah whatever. the Throat means i can legitly skip PE this week! though the fact that I cannot go running is sort of annoying. i promised soph I'd go running and she kept asking. sigh. and today nasty and soph both asked me to orch, and my mother refused to let me go. i am to Rest.

i have spent the day basically sleeping. am quite peeved that i woke up at 830 and couldn't be bothered to get ready and go to NUS, because apparently it was a pretty good forum and i -had- been looking forward to it. but with this lost voice and cough of mine, i suppose sleeping in till noon was a good-ish idea. not that the voice has really been found or the cough lost, but rest is good. so they say. so i rested, woke at 12, lunched, watched tv when my mother got home and had her give me a 5-minute History of Indian Film Industry Scandals in the 1980s, during one song-and-dance sequence of an old Hema Malini/Dharmendra film - which was taken before Dharmendra left his first wife to marry Hema Malini, and produced with her two daughters to join his two sons from the first marriage. Those two are still married. The other hero of the movie later produced Akshaye Khanna, who has less hair than his daddy. The second heroine of the film was extremely gorgeous and in her day graced the cover of Time magazine like Aishwarya Rai, but just died a few weeks ago, bloated to about 5 times her 20-year-old size and afflicted with extreme schizophrenia (apparently she developed schizophrenia after being convinced that Amitabh Bachchan was in love with her and then finding he was not.) Indians, Indians. Such nutty people. Interesting, though.

i WANT logan huntzberger. he is fricking gorgeous and sooo disgustingly charming in a spoilt-little-rich-boy way. there are no good fanfics. damnit.

i should really go figure out that curve-sketching rubbish.

btw, Dramafest Day2 was a success! really well-organised and everything. yayyy. many thanks to everyone who helped out and stood inside LT2 in their blacks making it look like a Nuremberg rally with the fantastic crowd control and all. the teachers were very pleased. apparently it was the best-organised dramafest ever!!!