not at all
Robespierre's frantic attraction to his lover the cabinet maker amuses me v. much. His "faithful follower" Saint Just just makes me go, Yeah Right. However, nothing really makes me want to think further than that. Robespierre sex might make me crumble, and I didn't even crumble at SoccerBoys.mpg.
And to affirm my totally incoherent state:
Wen thinks I'm absolutely nut crazy for missing geography. My mother is kind of relieved that I don't look like a gunny sack in the new uniform. Anyway, I think Gery kind of rules. LB makes me melt like candlewax.
sans fotografia
In the spirit of Addie, I followed RHB till it became too obvious today. RHB's really gorgeous like you wouldn't believe. As much as I hate to admit it, I am a bit like Hsien in terms of having the ogler genes.
Cryptically -
TS - 2
WD - BRK
I feel like crap because I just came back from the Library@Orchard, hungry and broke and wishing that I was seventeen soon and then wishing I'd stop at seventeen. Teens are backing away faster and further than the onset of the twenties. The real hill is there at twenty, after that, it's over the top, over the hill, before you know it you're fifty and either married or not.
Because we didn't have PW period today, I spent a lot of time singing badly to Wen's guitar playing and penning porny lyrics for our (mostly non-existent) band. I'm rather good at it if I do say so myself, though not genius enough to come up with lines like, "Like a hungry ape", which Nicole did.
Though imagine! A future Hollywood tune: Show me your instrument, the bigger the better/I'll be your tuba player.
Has anyone heard Fotografia by Morelenbaum2? Bloody brilliant song.
haircut with lisa!
So the highlight of my day was when this hot old man stepped on my feet and asked me, "You okay?" in an accented voice. He might have been V's forty-one year old man, for all I knew. Even so, it got my shoes damn dirty.
Went out with Lisa who's a complete shopaholic! I love her though, it's great that I finally dared to do something different with a haircut. It's sort of slanty and it was layered so much that the morning Afro may be more manageable. This is sort of optimistic already.
litwing / dance clinic
I maintain that schooldays are always great when teachers cancel classes. Hooray to Perry and Barney, who had a shitty enough time schedule to give us some slack. We went to Venezia where I spent a lot of money on soup, ice cream and chicken steaks. Vincee and I gossiped a lot. I love Vincee tonnes, but that's difficult to miss.
I went for Lit Wing. No one went for Lit Wing. We did the Brownian Theory of Connective Sense. Actually, it was possibly a label that had more scientific or philosophical connotations, as I'm just bullshitting. It was great. Seriously, some great lines were read. I wonder if this is how Sylvia Plath writes her poetry.
Gery, Andrew (Foo) and I went to watch people at the dance clinic. I went to watch Lisa and Jill, the loveable honeys from 14/15. Gery went to perv on Random Dance Senior whom she salivates continuously over. Andrew went only because we peer pressured him into doing so.
Classic conversation:
Sam: Lisa has a really perky butt.
Gery: Yeah.
Andrew: So, what colour is it?
We walked really slowly to class and to the bus-stop because we kept gossiping about brilliant people in humans. Gery kept trying to be humble and denying her braininess. I'm just sort of happy that I've found people who take the same bus as I do home.
danceworks '05
WE GOT THIRD, BITCHES! :D
By that, for you doubting characters, I mean out of twenty four teams and not out of four. Eventually, I don't think anyone whom I asked to come down and watch did watch, seeing that there were a million delays and that we were the third last team to perform, but I really appreciated the effort. I put the flowers in a vase and my house smells like something great.
i'm a transvestite from transylvania
I just about spontaneously combusted with amusement today when I realised that the Hwa Chong website listed me as a male. Contrary to popular belief, I am actually a ramrod straight female with pervy intentions toward cockporn male fictional characters.
After dance practice today, which exempted us all from the death-inducing cross country run, I went shopping with several dance seniors. We ate at Yoshinoya and gossiped a lot. It's the general consensus that I look like a kid. I also lost my phone temporarily and had a panic attack in the middle of a sports store with lots of good looking apparel too expensive for Gates. Also, tomorrow is Danceworks, 1 pm at Toa Payoh HDB Hub. Go watch?
I finally completed my student's survey. Burge says that I'm blackmarked by the DM with the receding hairline. I hope he's joking.
bacon STRIP.
Today was great. Barney spent Econs talking about random things that evidently made no connection to Econs, Math was a tutorial and not an hour and twenty minutes of convenient naptime being thrown at my feet, and there was nothing else to actually need much exertion of my sole brain cell except to try to figure out the identity of Wilson's mystery ex.
Obviously, I'm just kidding, but only re: the last bit.
I'm tired from dance. It's getting better as we're getting better, like some cyclical sort of episode, some sort of tropical storm accelerating with height. I drank a lot of water and killed both my leg muscles with all that hopping. It was rather uneventful, except at the point where the male dance seniors started stripping each other in glee.
screw history!
Thumbs up to the next person who says "Screw History". Though honestly, if the Enlightenment doesn't come out tomorrow, it'll be "Screwed Sam".
JTS was great fun. I've never been to a place like that at night. I meant to type a longass post about Dramafeste, but everyone else seems to have summed it up more or less completely. It'd be usless to add anymore.
O level results are supposed to expose their bits on Friday. It will evidently not be as funny as cockporn. I spent my day burning CDs. I love mixing CDs in different languages, though everything of mine is English, Japanese and French dominated. French - Mylene Farmer, oh oh oh. Turns one on more than the round world.
My lips are peeling from dehydration, even though I spent the last few days bundled in shade. It feels like I've been transpiring unwittingly. Miles said Louis XVI was a reticient man. I wish he had died at birth.
I keep wanting to say to the air, "Where are you going to leave me when you do?" Maybe we'd all wish of each other what I wish of a king who was dead before I was born.
dramafeste
I'm bloody happy. :D
even more lack thereof -
Added to say that, what, why does it seem like the whole world is dating? Three quarters of us aren't even properly legal yet. This is actually a cue for Lisa to say, "You're such a Mormon!"
I'd stick with "completely innocent", porn exclusive.
