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2006-11-28//4:11 a.m. // i don't know how permanent this will be. the comments on this page are radially symmetrical ---
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// i finally (finally finally) watched she's the man. it's not a bad movie. amanda bynes was good, channing tatum was good, minor characters were good. but one major minus point was feste - since when did feste have malvolio's personality? unless they were trying to go directly into the whole "corrupter of words" thing by making him the spoilsport and ratting on viola. and when was feste obsessed with a spider? and the inclusion of a horatio was weird, kind of completely unintended. okay time to impose: if i'd been the director, i would've taken vicki's stand and made the sick weird principal feste, instead of horatio (or whatever), made malcolm feste malcolm malvolio, and given the characters better names. i mean seriously, the only good name in the entire show was duke orsino, because that wasn't a pathetic attempt to put the original name into an american, modern context, it was witty, snide, and actually made sense to all the people who have done in one way or another the original text. also "cesario's" as the name of a pizza parlour was alright i guess, but there was no real significance behind it all (as far as i could see anyway, and that isn't very far, so maybe i'll just stop here.) however some stuff like how the "betrayal" of orsino and blah-blah was pretty well done - the script was good. no really. but a majority of the names were wasted on me, cos i had practically no idea. in terms of movies, she's the man was just like harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban - great if you've never read the book. but otherwise inadequate. the comments on this page are radially symmetrical ---
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// conclusions to be made today: - things like prom are bad for your feet. the comments on this page are radially symmetrical ---
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// okay bimbotic post time. THE GOONG KISSING SCENE SUCKS. it is i'm not trying to be disgusting, but it's just not very nice. honestly. sophia soh, you have very weird taste in... well, you know. the comments on this page are radially symmetrical ---
HELLO, LONG VACATION!
// the above clip succinctly explains why i wanted and still want to watch long vacation: - cool hair (yes this is a very significant causal SS-esque factor) and there are more but i want to go change. but before that, if anyone has a windows computer and internet access please permit me use of it for, uh, the amount of time needed to watch long vacation. THANKYOUTHEVERYMUCHIWILLBEINDEBTEDMADLYLIKENOWAHHPOSTOLEVELHIGHNESSKTHXBAI. the comments on this page are radially symmetrical ---
freak fibrin
// i will make myself do this in five minutes. or so. to make myself sound very bimbotic now i will declare that i have no idea what to do for prom. well okay i do have an idea but it involves a jacket, acrylic paint, the same pens that excrete black ink onto putrid cambridge paper and possibly needle and thread (bad idea, because needle and thread and deborah doth not a good reaction make), in addition to a dress and shoes and whatever else people usually wear to prom. needless to say it's not in the least prommy, but deborah isn't very prommy either so that's not a huge issue. in any case a gown is out of the question because i will i would go and bully photoshop instead of studying but i should study before tuition. oh hell tuition's in an hour. come march next year my synapses will overheat and disintegrate and all the prothrombin in my blood will activate itself and convert all the damned soluble fibrinogen in existence to insoluble fibrin threads and entangle all the red blood corpuscles in the mesh it forms over my vital organs and render the blood unable to flow, let alone transport oxygen to a panicky brain/heart/whatever. bio is over. so there. the comments on this page are radially symmetrical ---
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// am desperately trying to extricate self from the damned jammed but most pictoral rut of chinese mode before monday, or at least before wednesday - english paper day. throughout lit i swear i was half thinking in <>cheng yu - something good i suppose, albeit about four days late. on another note i hope i pass chinese. after lit i was traped in the spontaneous bubble of 1940s-india-esque TET-speak for the whole evening. i am sorry for my dishevelled, manic appearance after the lit paper. i blame it on a conveniently overbearing brew of adrenaline, trypsinogen and whatever hormones responsible for guilt and PMS coursing through my aorta and vena cavae. thank you everyone who helped. i don't want to to be soppy or anything but you guys rock more than my lab bench did during chem prac. and that's a good thing. speaking of chem prac, i've lost four marks (or so), but that's good compared to what i did for prelim prac, and what i did for lit. twelfth night ahoy. someone induce my affections for shakespeare to surface and express themselves dominantly before next next week, please. the comments on this page are radially symmetrical ---
of teasers and tearing
// i can't figure out what it is before the movie title comes on, but almost never have chinese words on a black background been so teasingly, mournfully cool. i will update about graduation soon (read: after Os when i can properly, coherently express myself and upload photos freely, and will have more photos because i intend to take the majority and prom because i didn't have enough space in my camera at graduation day), but since we're in the vein of teasers, i will be dramatic and say that i couldn't sing the school song that day, because i was crying too hard. go figure. yes, admittedly cryptically dramatic so you can't come after me with tomatoes or onion rings (augh). i am also the proud owner of the world's first and only radially symmetrical chatterbox. it appears after every entry. that is a shameless hint. this is a shamelessly terrible entry. the comments on this page are radially symmetrical ---
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// goodbye priorities. my hands still smell of onion.
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ten
// this had better be my last word or so before the Os really start and i pull my hair out faster than my follicular cells can procreate, undergo mitosis or whatever it is follicular cells do (haven't studied bio! not that follicular cells appear anywhere in the syllabus, though). that it is said that many big things just hit you like that is very true. saying goodbye to SC didn't seem all that hard till recently, when everyone started getting all reminiscey and sentimental and stuff, and when i had a mildly entertaining nervous breakdown in class and cried because i am going to fail my O levels and go to prom looking like a cucumber, and when i cried in the auditorium twice at different events (!) because it hit me that the people who run SC do it because they really, really care. reading pieces of jade and gold didn't help much. sigh. conclusion: i cry a lot. and the above paragraph makes me sound like a weepy bimbo, but i was half-laughing through the cucumber incident (thank you kim and nic!). i think no matter my pseudorebellious tendencies, my attempts to deviate from norms, my general dislike for things i don't like and blah blah-blah-blah, and stuff that generally makes us teenage humans, i will miss SC. okay in the last ten minutes my mum made me go upstairs and help my brother with chinese (ha ha) and so i'm not quite in the mood for pensive musings anymore. i will miss people, people, people, the pristinely bare walls, the aunties (and uncles) in the canteen, the library (which i just realised stocked good literature and DVDs). the classrooms that just seemed to feel like home, the staircases, the courtyard floor, which feels good to lie down on in the morning (as i discovered TODAY, after being here for more than half my life), the weird short fat palms that lined the said courtyard and had funny fruit on complex branches, which i once kicked at a teacher (by accident lah!), the unsynchronised clocks in the hall that made guide camp eerily fun, the pandan plants which i was made to attack with a knife in sec two for home economics, the curious lack of a playground, the encouragingly small 200-metre track, the spice rooms, the AVA room that was more pungent than the spice rooms, the school cheer that i felt was unexpectedly zany when i first heard it, the ecopond, stories of a certain mystery person falling into the ecopond, running around the compound for some reason or another, the first dress i actually didn't have to be dragged to wear (i think), and the strange feeling of sleeping on layers of paper, under canvas, just fifty metres away from the late-night road. i just realised that the list will go on for a very long time, so maybe i should just stop here. but i will miss most the people, the people, the people and (you guessed it) the people. classmates, friends, teachers, (to sum it up fast and quote the yearbooks) non-teaching staff, aunties, uncles who seemed to snarl at you when you asked them for extra rou but gave you a delicious bowl of noodles for it, uncles that promised to treat you to noodles after you graduated, uncles who you never knew could smile, and aunties who did almost exactly the same thing. everyone when you go to JC, just remember that in life, the universal equation to wealth, a career, pretty kids and universal simultaneous success is POTATO + TOMATO = POMATO and smile. all the best lah! the comments on this page are radially symmetrical ---
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// you drugged yourself with moderation day tomorrow, if i'm not wrong. the comments on this page are radially symmetrical ---
i should be studying, i know.
// as a result of the mouse screwing up and me being too lazy to get out the tablet, i am now using to learn the tab button and in the process instilling involuntary reflexes. this week has been refreshing in the most ironic sense of the word - for the first time in a long, long while the sky wasn't clear and singapore wasn't so clean-and-green-and-plainly-seen as shrouded in a sort of mystical mist that could come across as quite fantastically romantic (remember the alternate meanings to roses and chocola-te, folks), if only singapore were in the mountains (Read: guilin/kweilin, which looks a lot better for some reason), and not southwest or if i'm wrong (which is quite likely considering my sense of direction and geographical knowledge are just below zero) in generally close proximity to a region of fire. what comes naturally is smoke, and like its less ominous cousin, the second-hand haze has arrived. think of the fires as smoking on a massive scale. i'm not saying that we should slash and burn whoever slashes-and-burns, seeing as they do have a government already coming after them and all but honestly, the haze is peculiarly ethereal. in any case i can't run around the track any time i want. so i will proceed to eat B&J every day, get fat(ter), and clinically absolve myself from blame, partly because of the reaction i suspect my bo-day is giving the haze (read: runny nose, irritated throat that could just come from dehydration). i love self-contradiction, don't you? today i flipped the papers to some article on cities in china, and it struck me that people in beijing (and a lot of places for that matter) could be living with haze worse than ours, albeit on a daily basis. for a relatively sheltered, uninitiated sixteen-year-old, that's scary. NOW the mouse works (sigh). the comments on this page are radially symmetrical ---
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