just been out with the 4/12 bunch for dinner at NYDC! feeling rather gross right now, what with having a stuffed and queasy stomach. i think my undoing was the highly caramelised banana smoothie from spinelli's, which was a whopper in itself, and needless to say a bit much after dinner and dessert. actually i wasn't planning on having dinner earlier, but just before i made it out of the house, i had to pass by the dining table as my mom was laying out the dinner, and that was just too much to bear! there was like sweet and sour pork and fried chicken and my favourite fried seafood tofu thingy, so of course i had to "sample" a bit of everything. i think there is a conspiracy between my mom and my sis to make sure that i am deprived of good home food, because i recall that when my sis was away for her boarding house stint, all i got were microwave dinners and lousy canned stuff. unfair!

anyway you can't go to NYDC without succumbing to the D in the DC, and it's incredibly hard to make a decision as to what to have because there are just too many choices! in the end i shared a tiramisu mudpie and oreo cheesecake- tagline: resistance is futile!- with jeanne. the tiramisu mudpie was an imposter, because there was no taste of rum or coffee to speak of, and the oreo cheesecake sorta didn't really go with the ice cream. but dinner was lots of fun anyway because in the middle of it, jeanne went to take a phone call from her dearie, and left the table with her food and wallet unguarded! so of course we took it upon ourselves to 'spice' up her dessert and included a few exotic touches- baked rice and corn kernels- to her mound of whipped cream. and the funniest part was that the boyfriend effect lasted for quite a while after she got off the phone, so she was smiling wistfully for the rest of the time, even as she dug into the disgusting mess which we had made of her dessert. in fact, she looked really pleased after she finished the whole thing off- which has led us to believe that love not only blinds you, but it also numbs your tastebuds. plus, mandy nicked some cash from her wallet too, which i think covered her dinner and our neoprints later. a big thank you, jeannieee!

oh, and during dinner, we were treated to a sideshow of a guy and girl making out, while (get this!) the guy was sucking on his cigarette during alternate breaths. what i really want to know is how the girl can stand to make out with a boyfriend who

1. would rather have a stick of tar in his mouth than her tongue
2. has yellow teeth, bad breath, and is blowing 5000 carcinogenic compounds into her face every second

like, could there possibly be anything more of a turn-off than nicotine-laced saliva and second hand smoke? like, if you're going to die of lung cancer anyway, you might as well be the one indulging in the cigarette sucking. what a catchy slogan though:

Lung Cancer- now that's one gift your girlfriend would really die for.

oh, and to ruin the mood a little more: CARRIE WON :( it's so sickening that the americans keep choosing people who aren't the most talented, deserving, or charismatic to be their idols. compared to bo, carrie has the personality of a cardboard sheet. the only thing worth watching now is ryan, who is the host with the most. one day ryan should just tell the rest of them to screw off, and take the idol title for himself. seriously, if there's anyone who should be idolized, it's ryan. the rest of them are like little superfluous stage props, only there to enhance the fact that ryan rules and provide background scenery. why is it that no one's suggested this, why?

life is a mystery.

more reel life!

i had the fortune of catching chocolat the other day on TV- and it's excellent excellent excellent! IMHO it deserved the grammy that year for best pic, because it's almost just like amelie, but the plot is much wider and the way it resolves the theme of cultural clash is not only heartwarming but also very refreshing. then, there's the Depp Factor- yup, guess who makes a guest appearance? it's nobody else but johnny depp, and he looks even more yummylicious than the chocolate! plus he's in his element doing the whole swinging-hippy-with-the-broody-undertone thing, and does the pensive, i'm-searching-your-soul look on multiple occasions throughout the show- and that, i swear, now -that- is the look that just kills! and then when he finally gets it on with juliette binoche, what ensues is almost as sexy than the matt damon love scene in the bourne identity, which i happen to think is the most sensual yet tasteful love scene ever. hmm, come to think of it, i might have to give the chocolat scene more points because it stars johnny depp, and we all know that dear johnny kicks matt damon's ass any day. tough decision, this one, so i guess i will need to watch the DVD about 500 more times to ascertain who's the real winner.

and then- TOMORROW's the american idol results show! damn, it's so exciting this season cos they're both really good, far better than fantasia or diana or any of the other previous finalists PUT TOGETHER. although, that isn't saying much because i think that fantasia and reuben were both crap, and everybody has seen how kelly clarkson exploded into her current blimp-like form shortly after winning the first season. not that i have anything against fat people; i just think that people who call themselves 'idols' should at least lay off the fast food to avoid perpetuating the idea that obese is OK. reuben, for one, could really use a good detox diet, because it definitely looks as if his BMI is in the "too high" range. anyway it's just come to my attention that the live telecast of tomorrow's show is at 8 am, which is the exact time i'm scheduled to be having some useless lecture in LT2. this is not acceptable. now, i guess i have to take the whole of tomorrow off, or develop a serious migraine which clears up after lunch or something.

interestingly, it seems that "severe migraine" is fast becoming preferable to "severe menstrual cramps" as the excuse of choice. most importantly, it can be utilised several times a month, and there are no obvious symptoms of a migraine, so acting is kept to a minimum. in fact the only things that are really crucial are a weak, sickly tone of voice, and a pale complexion, which can easily be acheived by running/hopping up a flight of stairs. i feel a little bad telling white lies, but you know, sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do. and i can't trust my mom to tape the telecast so that i can watch it immediately when i come back from school, because by then the suspense would be killed and she'd have told me the results. like even when she promises not to reveal anything, she gets so excited thinking about how the whole show went that she starts talking non-stop for blocks of 10 minutes, and by then she would have accidentally dropped so many hints that i would know who won. she's done that many times for survivor and amazing race already, so i speak from experience.

damn, i'm really really hoping that bo wins because i think his voice is just awesome. it has this very unusual tone and character to it, which gives you goosebumps just listening to him when he sings the calm sections of his rock songs. i'm no big fan of the whole microphone-groping act, and i dislike hairy men, but i guess i have to make an exception for bo. plus, i think that carrie is just too wholesome. it's like there's this innate cowgirl personality that keeps coming out of her, and it's just such a turn off. not that i get turned on by girls, that is. plus she screwed up her first song so badly and i think the judges are all deaf to say that she did a good job of it. like hello, she was off-pitch for the entire first minute, so what were they thinking??? maybe simon is just jealous of bo or something. honestly, simon just seems to be getting more and more botox-y, and if carrie wins tomorrow because he keeps making all these political pitches for her, i'll never watch another american idol episode. it'll be all simon's fault that the show will lose one of their most faithful fans!

and now i need to get back to checking how online bets on bo/carrie are going. before i go though, i need to share with everyone that i've got the jingle from the stupid Healthy Gums Healthy Teeth commercial in my head, and it's pissing me off to no end. you know the one which goes "oh i can't smile without you, can't smile without you..." and stars mark zee grinning like a bloody idiot throughout the entire thing? almost as irritating as the BMI song!

toodles!

movie review!

surprise, surprise- star wars actually turned out to be pretty satisfying. on most counts, that is, excluding the acting of hayden christensen. to put it nicely, it leaves Much To Be Desired, or, as some hollywood actor recently commented, 'calling it wooden is an insult to all puppets'. can't beg to oppose.

actually, the main problem with christensen is probably aesthetic. prepubescent girls listen up: hayden christensen is NOT an example of cute! contrary to popular belief, not every male between the ages of 16-28 who stars in some major blockbuster must, by default, be cute. i mean, anyone with eyes can see that this guy is really just a jude-law wannabe. the only thing that's going for him is his bod. i have to admit though, he really does look hot without his shirt. like in the scene where he wakes up in the middle of the night after having the nightmare about padme dying, and all you can see of him is his shirtless torso- i swear, there was a collective gasp from all the females in the cinema! honestly, his is the most perfect bod i've ever seen! plus, because of the dim lighting, you can't even see his face in that shot, so there's nothing spoiling the nakedness of his rippling biceps and washboard abs. *gazes dreamily for a moment*

but, like in all movies, good things never last. just a few seconds later, three things spoil the scene:

1. the lighting increases and his facial features become visible.
2. he gets up and puts on a robe.
3. even worse- Pregnant Padme gets up from bed and diffuses whatever hotness is still radiating from the glimpse of his abs with her whining.

also, i don't get how come padme always looks so perfectly made up. when she gets up from bed, she's fully and immaculately clothed, right down to her pearl accesories and hair, which is unconvincing of anyone who's just rolled out of bed. what happened to bad hair days, hello?? and why is she wearing clothes anyway? during the rare nights when they're together, shouldn't anakin be showing her the Dark Side, as opposed to dreaming of her giving birth??

anyway, as expected, there were also cheesy moments galore. before the movie, me and erica had made a pact to read out the chinese subtitles during the love scenes in retaliation to the person sitting in front of us who had read out the "Once upon a time, in a galaxy far away" prologue. but alas, our inadequacy in the chinese language struck again, as we realised quite early on that we couldn't read the subtitles fast enough to correspond with the actual screen dialogue. what a pity; next time i shall watch a few chinese shows beforehand to prepare myself.

also, there were lots of pauses between dialogues, where i could totally envision the characters saying something completely unrelated to the scene. like whenever palpatine said something dramatically evil to seduce anakin, there would be like these long 5 second pauses, in which one can only think that christensen was struggling to remember his lines. to give him credit though, it was during these moments that he fully showcased his mastery of the confused expression, complete with the corrugated brows and slight pout. i can understand how the wide-eyed, pensive look might work really well for girls doing the whole i'm-all-boobs-and-no-brains bimbo act, but hello, darth vader is an epic character, so the least you're hoping for are quick reflexes. and that's not to mention the overload of melodrama, like right after anakin chops off mace windu's arm and sends him flying to his death, or "scampering like a wild pig" as darryl pointed out, no doubt fondly reminded of himself. anyway, right after anakin does this arguably powerful bit of lightsaber action, he suddenly collapses on this little cushiony thing and exclaims "what have i done"! i guess it's good to know even the best of us feel bad after murdering someone.

on the whole though, the movie was pretty damn good- saved in part by the excellent CGI work. i can only imagine how many light years it'd take anybody to manually 3d-studio-max just 10 seconds of yoda's appearance, so certainly this acheivement is of equally epic proportions. and if you're looking for more cheesy teenage drama love scenes, fret not, for episode 3 doesn't fail to deliver. (anakin to padme: "you look so beautiful tonight". padme: "i'm beautiful only because i'm so in love with you".) my movie going experience however, was nearly jeopardised by some quick tempers before the start of the show. like after i successfully helped wang, erica and darryl crash the show, a bunch of self-righteous individuals started expressing their being "uncomfortable with the idea". well dude, that's just too bad, because this is a school thing and this is what people do at school things, duh. and also, a particular ying liang was driving everybody nuts because he was so anxious to be there to "chope" good seats. like at 530, he was already herding everybody out of the canteen because he was sure that we needed to be there one and a half hours beforehand in order to get seats. 'tis kiasu-ism personified, but, as wang says, he's good "housewife material". concurred!

so, if you haven't already watched episode 3- watcha waiting for!

i just did something really stupid.

you know how soccer players have this exercise where they kinda jog on a stationary soccer ball? well, i thought it'd be fun to try that out. only, because i don't have a soccer ball in the house, i decided to improvise with a fit ball- you know, those giant inflated balls which you use for pilates-type exercises. anyway, i thought that doing the hop-on-hop-off exercise on the fit ball would be just like doing step-ups, so, no big deal right? except, the problem is that the fit ball sorta moves when you jump onto it, and also, the fit ball being about 0.8m in diameter, is considerably larger than your average soccer ball, and considerably higher than your average stair.

and so, when i actually 'hopped' onto the fit ball, the stupid thing started to sort of slide backwards, and i lost balance and fell off it. that was about when i realised that there is probably a reason why soccer players don't play with fit balls.

i guess the good thing is that i landed on the most cushioned region of my body (ie my butt) and so no precious body parts were damaged in the process. the moral of the story? never exercise at home! duh.

how is it that circus lions can balance on little inflated balls?

hmmm!

since quite a lot of our class is attending the star wars movie screening on thursday, i've come up with the brilliant idea that we should all dress up as the movie characters! and then, we will stand up during the most important scenes in the movie and do a live reenactment of whatever is going on on the cinema screen. i think that the looks on everybody else's faces will just be priceless! imagine watching a show in the cinema, and then, at the most exciting part, having some psychos repeat (or even pre-empt!) the dialogue and ruin it for you- hahahahaha! plus, i am sure that this will be possible since paulee (voted Most Likely To Name Son Anakin Skywalker) would have memorised most of the movie already, and will thus be able to reproduce the actual dialogue by then.

the only glitch to my plan is that it is a bit hard to procure star wars costumes in such short notice. we're trying to convince marc joe to come as yoda and bobo to come as a droid or something, but both of them appear somewhat reluctant to do so. i cannot, for the life of me, imagine why! personally i'm deciding between queen amidala and obi-wan. the only problem with obi-wan is that, unlike a typical jedi, i am not of 1.9m stature. amidala would also be easier since i already have the ghostly pale complexion and a few strategically placed bright red pimples on my face, so, i guess i'm already halfway there. all i need now is some weird hairdo and a cape or something.

now that i've typed that little thing about star wars, i've just thought of something else! i wonder if paulee will entertain with a short sequence tomorrow if i bring a flourescent light tube and a bit of cellophane for a makeshift lightsaber. like seriously, paulee does an amazing yoda and darth vader impersonation. plus, he and darryl can perform the entire opening theme to the movie- with him carrying the melody and percussion, and darryl doing the bass and drums. it's hilarious, really! in fact darryl's drum bit kinda sounds a bit like crashing cannon balls, but i guess that's pretty good considering the quality of improvisation. i recommend anyone who knows them to demand a performance the next time you see them!

we have a class couple.

isn't it amazing? it's like it happened right under our noses, and nobody even suspected it. i have this much to say of the two of them: CUNNING. just now, me and erica were gushing over it, and we concluded that this, ahem, arrangement is going to take a while to get used to, particularly because it's -her- and -him-, two of the foremost characters in the girl/guy alliance respectively. we were recounting how the two of them managed to sneak around for goodness-knows-how-many months already, and, like erica said, it's just like 'a kick in the face'. agreed!! don't get me wrong though, i'm really glad for the both of them, because they're both great people and they'll make a great pair... it's just that, it's like -him-, and it's like -her-, and it's like WOW.

(in case you're wondering, i got that line off somewhere; even my bimboticism has limits)

anyway, the case in point is this: EVERYBODY IS GETTING ATTACHED! it's like now it's boomtime in bgr town, and suddenly everyone who used to be 'best gal pals' with us is running off with some guy... and sometimes the guy is even someone we know too! at this rate, we prophesised that the only people single by prom in our class will be me, erica, and fishie. which is not a comforting thought. in fact i'll bet that even the guys from the irritating dota cult will do a kevin federline and get hitched to alien girls whom they are completely undeserving of. and then, at the 10 year class reunion, all of them will be happily married with 5 kids or something, and i'll still be running around thinking that ugly delifrance staff are cute. ARGH. what is wrong with me, what?????

where do you find cute russian oil tycoons' sons????

well, it's friday again!

as far as getting anything out of school is concerned, today was pretty much an exercise in pointlessness. like, there was civics, GP, PE and chem prac, which turned into a surprise test and SPA debrief. which means that today ranks "super high" on the scale of pon-nability. the only thing i would have felt bad about would have been missing the bio S lecture, or "meeting", as the teachers like to call it, especially since i've only been to like 4 of these "meetings" so far, and apparently these "meetings" are about to come to an end soon. which is quite worrying because i more or less haven't learnt anything which has enriched me above the normal bio syllabus, and so am well on my way to an Ungraded.

oh, for civics today something unusual happened: ying liang brought a toaster to school and made kaya toast! like i'm not kidding. he literally brought this sandwich maker thing and 2 loaves of bread, and then proceeded to smother the bread with butter and kaya and make kaya toast before our very eyes. you have to admit that it's not everyday that your classmate brings a toaster to school and makes kaya toast for the class. afterwards, tung and gerald got into the act of kaya toasting, and got so carried away with it that they spent the next half hour continuously churning out kaya toast. thankfully, their endeavour came to a stop once the bread, which was the limiting reagent in this case, ran out. i don't care very much for kaya toast because kaya is made of egg custard, and i believe that all derivatives of egg are evil. unless of course, the derivative is chocolate or ice cream, in which case it is no longer egg in its evil form, but a morphological substitute of egg. in chem terms, it would be an isotope of egg, while in bio terms, it would be a gene minus its deleterious alleles. there is no physics term for it as we all know physicists don't eat and therefore egg is not in their vocabulary.

during GP, we had to do this horrible shitty essay exercise, which basically involved writing an essay. that's why it's called horrible and shitty, duh. anyway the question was about how happiness seems more elusive in today's world. actually there were other questions but i thought that one sounded quite philsophical-ish and therefore would require little actual knowledge. but then the annoying part happened, being that i started rationalising that happiness is an entirely individual experience and therefore unquantifiable in any tangible sense, and then i didn't know what the link after that was. because it seems like after you establish that, the next thing to do is to say that it is impossible to weigh one person's idea of happiness against the next, which is slightly different from saying that our general perception of happiness today is relatively greater than our perception of it 50 years ago, which is what the question really wants. plus, i had this brilliant thing going about how happiness is an abstract construct and therefore its presence cannot be in varying amounts at different times because there is no finite limit on abstract quantities. and then i just got very confused with the whole thing because i couldn't see how my lofty little essay was going to be able to include in today's world, and so i decided to give it up and start a new essay. the lesson to be learnt from this is to always choose the crappy questions on sports or gays when writing gp essays, because these require even fewer neurons and are therefore preferable.

and then there was PE! i am no longer afraid of PE because i know that i will never be made to run again since i have gotten my gold for napfa already. i dislike running very much because it's boring. it's like all you ever do when you run, is run. how incredibly unstimulating. i don't understand how people can like prance around a stupid track for an hour and find it fun. so not. anyway, i don't mind sprinting short spurts and skipping and stuff like that when i'm in the mood for it, but running around a track for anything more than 4 rounds is just unbearable.

anyway, the point about PE is that we got to play floorball with the guys, and guess what, we thrashed them! hahaha! i think we must have only played for like 10s before nicoretta scored a startling goal- startling because the game was just starting and nobody expected a goal so, which explains why we all just stood around and watched the ball fly into the net. and it wasn't even a tyco goal- the guys just left it wide open and let nic scoop it past the posts. how cool is that!!! it's too bad that we had to have rolling substitutions throughout and so we ended up playing against another bunch of guys who are dissimilar from the guys in our class. the guys in our class are mostly pretty chivalrous and will apologize when they like knock into us or something, so they can be taken down quite easily with a bit of acting. the guys we played with today, unfortunately, were barbaric. like there was this weird guy that kept swinging his floorball stick around even when there was no ball within a 5m radius of him, and who couldn't keep his mouth closed when running. i don't understand why but guys seem to enjoy making big, dramatic movements with the floorball sticks, which lead to nowhere because the ball flies so far that nobody can see where it's going, and is therefore unproductive. also, guys seem to like making all these loud grunts and snorts and random shouts whenever they play. what's up with that?? it must be some ancient caveman ritual that's been subsequently prewired into their mental systems over the generations or something. i guess that's why it's so entertaining watching guy sports. cos girls are so refined and play in a very collected, cool manner, so it gets kinda repetitive after awhile. maybe that's why women's football never makes it to primetime TV.

and now i'm in a good mood because an ice cream has appeared in front of me! my new favourite food for the month is ice cream, which is officially replacing cheesecake since i have already succeeded in determining where the best sources of these are, and thus my quest for the best cheesecake is no longer dynamic. also, i have suffered a drought of Cute Behind-The-Counter Guys, particularly apparent when yakky declared that i "need a lot of help" when i thought that the delifrance man was "semi-cute". according to her, he looks like an indonesian worker. :( i wonder where all those Cleo's 50 Most Eligible bachelors have gone to!

yay! the week is over!

feeling in a pretty good mood now because i finished my 2.4k run today, which means, folks, that i'll never have to run again in my life! plus, my napfa 5 stations were also pretty good, so i've managed to keep my straight gold napfa record. that, is probably a record in itself because if only marginally fit people like me can get gold for napfa, it just goes to show how screwed the testing system (as is typical of singapore) is.

anyway, now i've got my ticket to pon PE for the rest of the year, so that means that i'll only show up if we get to play fun games, such as floorball and captain's ball. the 3j girls got majorly thrashed by the guys (twice in a row!) when we challenged them to floorball and captain's ball last week, so we have a debt to settle. the floorball one, however, doesn't really count because it was 9 on 6, the 9 being the guys. they're quite horrible really, because when we challenged them we asked them nicely to sit 3 guys out so that we'd at least be even, but they (and i'm talking abt the frank and wz bunch) refused. probably doing their best to guard their flagging egos, especially seeing how they're being thrashed by us in academics, thanks to the combined straight-A power of yakky and nicoretta. the captain's ball game, unfortunately, was probably a distinct loss, but that's mitigated by the fact that we were playing the bobo-marc joe bunch, who appear to be able to travel across the court in a single, effortless leap. like, why can't i do that??? maybe whenever they go off for guy PE, they actually get little micro chips implanted in their legs, which can be activated whenever they feel like showing off, and allow them to jump superhuman distances or something. i always knew there was something going on whenever the guys are deported to have so-called PE in the indoor gym.

anyway, i have also resolved never to open my big mouth again, seeing how it landed me some ridiculous forfeit the other day. that was really a case of cunning gone wrong, as i was the one who had come up with the grand idea for the forfeit, not knowing, of course, that i would have to be the one to do it. i don't know why i had such bad luck that day, but i just happened to keep getting stuck with an already precariously-on-the-verge-of-toppling uno stacko tower, so, when it came to the crucial round, all it needed was just a light tap in the right direction to send it south. and of course that light tap in the right direction had to come from me. which is doubly unfair because i had just survived a draw-8 prior to that, so my quota for cardiac-arrest-inducing moments was probably up. anyway, i ended up having to stand on the canteen table (along with walker, who had also drawn a toppler previously) waving bobo's stinky squash racket, and shouting "the dinosaurs are coming! the dinosaurs are coming! the dinosaurs are coming!". i canNOT tell you how friggin embarrassing it is to have to do that. i am never playing uno stacko again, never!

ah well. that's the way it is i guess. though the other uplifting moment this week was when i mastered the full shoulderstand yoga asana. for the uninitiated, that's the pose that you always see people doing when they're trying to advertise yoga classes. it's not as easy as it looks, really! it's especially hard to balance your lower body perpendicular to the floor, though i've realised that the trick is in keeping your elbows perfectly aligned with your shoulders. try it someday and see for yourself!

sigh.. everybody seems to be falling out of love these days, and it's such a depressing thing watching it happen all around you. especially when it's someone really nice and who doesn't deserve such shit.

sorta disillusions you a bit, doesn't it?

boredom during math lec today produced a few disturbing revelations in my discussion with erica. some stuff to ponder:

1. assuming that you have to have a male kid, and assuming that you are not allowed to kill the kid immediately after childbirth or at any point in his life, would you rather have a kid who is

a) high-pitched, testosterone-deficient and anime-loving
b) obnoxious, cheenafied, and whose brain only functions in the domain of DOTA

i have to say that it was a tough decision, but eventually both of us agreed that we would rather have b) because at least the irritation factor could be kept under control as long as the boy was away from you and not talking. in a), you would have to be constantly reminded that you reproduced a faggot, and i'm quite sure nobody wishes such inadequacies upon themselves.

2. would you strip if it would help you succeed in a task and/or get you a lot of money?

this was initially in reference to ivanna's little flashdance on sunday's apprentice, which, given how her team eventually lost anyway, must have been highly embarrassing in retrospect. personally, i guess i would consider it as long as the audience is not people whom i know and might potentially have to interact with in future, and as long as it is for a sizeable amount of money. note to ivanna: paying 20 bucks for an M&Ms candy bar is NOT a sizeable amount of money.

erica was initially disgusted with me because she said that it was using an "unfair" means to get ahead. but really, stripping just equates to cheating on a test- and unless you're really into the whole primary school CME class thing, you'd be stupid not to cheat if you were given a golden opportunity to do so and if you knew you had a relatively good chance of not getting found out. besides, practically everybody cheats these days, so i see it as doing my bit to level the playing field and making the most of the chances given to you.

3. would you sleep with the boss?

erica says that this is perfectly acceptable as long as these conditions are met:

a) the boss is not above 60
b) the boss is of donald-trump wealth, or close to it
c) nobody else knows about it

i won't say if i agree with her, but if i do, i'd lower the age a bit and also include condition d), which is that the boss is not excessively hairy. because i think hairy men are gigantic turn-offs, plus, goodness knows what else is going on down there.

4. would you marry a man if he's rich and dying?

i guess the answer to this one is quite clear. like who wouldn't do an anna-nicole-smith if she had a chance? the only consideration is probably how horny the guy is and also whether you can be sure that he is going to die quick. because you don't want to be cheated into thinking that he's going to die within the year and then end up having to put up with some old shit for half a decade or something.

5. would you rather be severely underweight or slightly overweight?

a straw poll of all the girls showed that most of us would rather be slightly overweight, because that reflects that we are eating a lot of good food, and that is never a bad place to be in. only nicole would rather be severely underweight, which probably appeals to the inner anorexic in every girl, but is probably a lot less appealing when you consider how being severely underweight means that you don't only lose the leg flab, but also the butt and boobs. and apart from caucasian runway models who are by default abnormal specimens of the human race anyway, nobody looks good without a butt and boobs.

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and to take something from aud's blog:

The really, REALLY good news is that bio SPA is finally over! WHOOPEE! So today for prac we did this cool antibacterial test on agar. It was pretty tedious cos we had to dilute the ampicillin solution 4 times, but using the micropipette was really CSI-ish... For all the (unfortunate) people who don't do bio, a micropipette is the thing they use in CSI (and, occasionally, in real labs too) to suck up small amounts of liquid from the little plastic containers and deposit the liquid somewhere else. For those who have never seen an episode of CSI: what have you been DOING?! You're seriously missing out, dude...

i totally agree! although my CSI worship has diminished somewhat after i discovered how skinny eric smazda really is- though i swear you can't tell when he's wearing his lab coat and shirt! i think it's disgusting how guys can just get away with gelling up their hair a bit and throwing on a collared shirt with the long sleeves rolled up- and voila! instant fixit for most guys. anyway, eric smazda is like the only resident hunk on the show, because the other guy, George Eads, doesn't count cos he's too buff.

i wouldn't want to marry a husband who's too buff because one day when we have a bad argument he might just decide to sit on me or something, and that would be the end of me. it's a bit scary. so, no overly buffed husband for me.

anyway: check out this link! drool! drool!

i am in a particularly bad mood now because of: A, B, and C. actually there isn't really an A but i just put it in for the sake of a jingle. in reality it's more like B, C and a variety of others, including a K and a lot of Ms. which might sound a bit cryptic to you, but that's just too bad, because i think it'd be even more appropriate the flesh out the full details of my bad mood, especially not in classical bitch-fit style.

anyway, now i'm in a really horrid mood because i actually have a lot of other stuff which needs attending to right now, but i'm currently just not up to it. i feel like drinking milk and reading a book or something. i think i'm turning into a cat, if that is possible. lately i seem to enjoy curling up on the couch and reading very much, which i think is quite characteristic of cats. the curling up on the couch at least, because you can't be sure if cats actually read stuff or they just look at things unintelligibly. of course you can't be sure what goes through the minds of humans either, but i'm guessing a larger proportion of us actually process the things that we see, as opposed to those of us who just stare right through things. 'which one is more human there's a thought now you decide', savage garden.

and, in case there's a remote chance that you might be reading it- does the fact that you're a dickhead mean that i can be a bitch? well, duh. anything else is a bonus, so you better take what you get.

hello, i'm bored, tired and cranky. plus, channel 5 has stopped showing 7th heaven, which means that i am also being deprived of my dose of sunday morning soap. not to mention barry-watson ogling, and the simon guy who used be really wimpy but has now become quite cute. only too bad he's probably younger than me and i don't date younger guys.

oh, something amusing that happened during friday's chem prac. which is unusual because practicals by definition are not meant to be amusing; they are meant to convert normal people into nerds at the expense of immeasurable amounts of braincells and social life. anyway. on friday we got to do this prac which involved electrolysis, which means that we got to make our very own electrochemical cell and use it to electroplate stuff! *gasp!* and, while my classmates were showing off their copper-plated RJ badges (which i have to say look more funky than the normal one, though the funkiness of a school badge is possibly limited by the fact that it is a school badge and therefore finitely funkifiable) i had a brainwave! and that brainwave was: copper plate my earring! luckily i happened to have an extra earring in my wallet, and it was the silver stud which looks like a cross from tic-tac-toe. more importantly, it is lucky that i don't particularly like it. because what happened was that i proceeded to copper-plate it, and voila! i ended up with this brownish ear stud with unidentifiable partially-oxidised green deposits spotted all over it. so i panicked and thought, 'how fugly, i'd never wear that', and proceeded to leave it in the electrolyte even longer, until the brown colouration turned copper-PINK, and the green shit turned into even BRIGHTER green shit. so that was quite pissifying, but i thought that since it's already done, i might as well go the whole way and bake it too, so that the copper stuff doesn't come off all over the place. and then, when i happily removed the earring from the incubator a few minutes later, erica, my dearestest friend, was like 'omg did you just copper plate your earring?? did you know that copper is like reactive???' and then like gerald and xiang wei had a field day laughing till their stomachs hurt, because apparently it's really funny when your classmate copper plates her earring and can't use it anymore. :( like, how the hell am i supposed to know that copper will react with my ear??? i'm not a friggin scientist!

it's a good thing i didn't really like that earring.