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    Monday, September 29, 2003

    New Banner

    Spot the eyes. There are four in all and who knows, you could be one of them.

    Friday, September 26, 2003

    I don't really feel like saying anything but it's been a week so I guess I should have something to say.
    I don't feel very well. And I have four types of pills to take. One is a capsule that is half-blue and half-clear (clear end filled with powder that looks like fish eggs). Bet ya can't think of anything more disgusting.
    I think too much and stone too much and then what the heck I think I'm crazy.
    I have to concentrate or I will gooo pop (excuse me, excuse me, quote from unnamed theme song). I keep turning on the radio in the car because music is a drug that stops the migranes temporarily - although my mum says my music gives her headaches.
    I know some things should have happened in the past week that are worth writing about in a meaningful, cohesive manner, but guess what, I don't want to. Would you count writing a short story in KAP and having depressing conversations and not wanting to care about anyone but thyself and wanting to change but not being able to as yet but not giving up anyway as what you want to remember? 'Course not. Selective editing should be practised if journalism is ever a potential career.
    Convulted at best. "Somewhere over the GP is my F9" or something like that. Gak. I'm becoming like Daria. The bad things.
    Oh maybe not - I remembered something good. Take care Mel. Let's kill the Demon Depression who everyone has anyway.

    Friday, September 19, 2003

    If You Think It's Funny

    Mrs. Pandian is the most amusing history teacher alive. Can you believe a teacher who refers to Gorbachev and Reagan as Gorby and Ronnie and writes the Soviets were "pissed off" by the US move in the Arms Race, etc., etc. just to make our lecture notes more humorous? (Although exactly which move I can't remember. There were too many.) Don't we love it. I shall do the same with my students if I am ever a teacher. Actually, ew, what an image. Forget I said that.
    Here is my list of severely convulted things I compiled in a severely convulted week. (I'm not being serious, okay? It was not severely convulted. It was not.)
    1. The Bachelor.
    2. Madonna's publishing a children's book. I've had it with the Britney Spearses and Ashantis who start horning in on sacred ambitions and passing off books of half-baked poetry and semi-autobiographical crap as literary. And now a children's book? Oh, and here's the clincher:
    She has no clue who Enid Blyton is.
    3. This article.

    Not that I'm an authoritiy on my religion in any case at all, but turning God into pop culture? Are you off your rocker? I'll bet they thought it was funny. Which it is in its own perverted way, because it insinuates that makeup is all they can get through to girls by.
    Enjoy the Sick, Sad World while you can. But really, it's mere amusement. Don't forget the Healthy, Happy One. And I don't mean an apple a day.

    Saturday, September 13, 2003

    Someone once told me the grass is much greener
    On the other side
    When I paid a visit (though it's possible I missed it)
    It was so different, yet exactly the same...
    Till further notice - I'm in between
    From where I'm standing, my grass is green

    - ATBG theme

    Ginger is back!
    !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    A toast I say.

    Okayyy, obviously I have been cooped up for too long. But catch it, anyway, Channel 32, 8.30pm, Fri. It is awesome, although it is no Daria.

    Tuesday, September 09, 2003

    The Joke

    Let's try a wisecrack one-man show
    Where no one is ever serious
    I felt the same old spark, six-months stark
    And told you just for fun, my sun who
    Shines ever-bright, like pearls at midnight
    It's tongue-in-cheek, whoa there she blows

    If you could picture this (just picture it)
    Add a knock-knock if you start to believe
    What if we both held hands and played pretend
    Throw in a kiss between lockers down the
    Corridor, you're horrified
    I'm mystified, don't start to choke
    It's just a joke
    Only a riddle a figment an installation
    Serious for once

    Sarcasm is just for the weak
    Says who it fills my lungs
    We're dancing and meant it to last, time goes so fast
    But the chicken crossed the road at Melrose Place
    And TV time cuts all things short, though not for naught
    It's all I seek, at end-of-week, it's not so bleak

    Never had said a word, so it's absurd
    Food jokes mean nothing to my guitar
    Spotlight got in your eye, looked at and all were blind
    Throw in a smile during the interval where
    Flowers would fly,
    I'm victimized, you're just a bloke
    It's just a joke
    Only a riddle a figment a mind-o'-madness
    Meant it for once

    I tested six people at it
    Only two (my friends) would smile a bit
    And looking back at the holely audience
    Even I don't find it
    At all funny

    Incidentally something amusing and to be taken lightly.
    Adult male - from OxymoronList.com

    Saturday, September 06, 2003

    Last Post (ha, ha, ha)

    That big tree in the middle of the Command House sixty million acre garden is starting to sprout purple flowers. They look like a roosting butterfly colony.
    After a frantic week of tying up loose ends in every aspect (chasing teachers, compiling lists for equally frantic CCALs/i-cs, very belated notice-board deco, cheerleading depressed friends) and preparing for preparing for Promos. Nothing seems done. But I managed to wangle a revision schedule this morning at long last - after everyone else, I must add - and what I need now is resolve.
    Yesterday I skipped PE and caught Pirates of the Caribbean along with Yi San, Justin, Cherylene, Gen. Was not sad to miss tripping over softball bases. I love pre-movie rituals - too much popcorn, ad bashing, new trailers.
    Dove Shampoo girl: "Before Dove, my hair was like a bale of hay."
    Yi San: "And you know what? It still looks like a bale of hay."
    Pirates is good, solid entertainment, and swaggers its way through it. Johnny Depp's wonderful sense of comic timing makes up for the lacklustre romance thingie and disorganized plot. I can see why Life! alloted the movie a whole extra star just for him. Another sweet memory I'll take as compensation for the isolation / study quarantine I'll have to enter now.
    Check back here in a few weeks and see if I finally kept my word.

    Completely Pointless Footnote: I realised that filch is an actual word. It means "to pilfer, steal." Don't see how that's relevant to Rowling's character.