When walking around the neighbourhood with my sis I saw three black cats. Halloween party now at my house. (Nothing to do with the cats.) Maybe the puppets IPW group 150 mutiliate by accident (or not) can pass off as extra decorations.
Yesterday I just felt like calling Lee Min so I did to gab about everythinggg and narrrrthing... Neither of us were keen to discuss grades, of course. And she is STILL READING NORA ROBERTS. Okay. Never read Nora Roberts. I'm a presumptious little snit.
Ning's dream about taking Lit S grew feathery wings and flew out through the window although taking a header on the ceiling first.

A traffic jam when you're already late
A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It's "meeting the man of my dreams...
And then meeting his beautiful wife"
And isn't it ironic... don't you think
A little too ironic...

Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything's okay and
Everything's going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think everything's gone wrong
- Alanis Morissette

If technology was notebook paper I would rip it into a million pieces and move to Iceland to live as a hermit 'cos when I read all those independent fantasy female tales set in even more obscure medieval times I feel guilty, pasty and screen-or-shutter happy.
In other words, blogger just messed up my nice long post about Open House hooray. It was full of warm memories and interesting little snippets of meaningful conversation. Gaaads, I am going downhill. Like the time Roger said something (can't remember, but it was probably Rogerish) and one of the girls said, "That's so cynical!" all scandalized, when I didn't bat an eyelash (can you bat an eyelash?).
What happened at Open House? I can't remember because I was too busy running around involved in it. Ever realised the more immersed you are in something the less awareness you have of what you are actually doing? Scaary. When I waited for my mum at the front entrance listening to Robbie on my Discman again I saw Mr. and Mrs. Leong and their son strolling towards their car all tranquil. Their son was clutching one of those mini balloons that were going around I think.

May you find that love that won't leave you
May you find it by the end of the day
You won't be lost, hurt, tired and lonely
Something beautiful will come your way

almost made me reach for the tissue. Too much mood lighting on Mother Nature's part, maybe. I refused to buy R(A) because I had no money and I disagreed with some of their opinions. Or maybe I'm being anti-Council again. DON'T SUE ME! It comes and goes. I talked to some of my juniors at the Guitar booth and how to sum up the past year into short sentences that say it's never easy? I wanted them to come though, even if I can't say why right now or then.
If you want to have a forum called "Why write?" am I supposed to prepare lecture notes on that which is most precious to me?
It feels all right now though, so I guess it was a good day. Ask me tomorrow.

Where have all the pictures gone?
Not into Hershey's cookies-and-cream, but consumed mysteriously by Angelfire. Curse 'em.
I came home early to work oh-so-studiously on Open House stuff only to find it flooded by NJians (is that what they call themselves?) both upstairs and down, rushing their IPW reports. Scary. In the masses I found my sister who said her teacher is prejudiced against fancy fonts. (Curse him.)
We turned seventeen yesterday, and guess what? I realised this is the age peak for me. I woke up to realise I don't want to be eighteen. Even if we did get a lot of cake to celebrate (anyone finds birthdays highly overrated? Anybody? Anybody?). Saturday night we had the customary oh-I'm-so-happy-because-I'm-a-year-older shindig and yes... that part is not overrated.
Huixin: "Who are these ugly people in the McDonalds' posters? Are they French fries?" You go, girl, even if you do sew too many pink pencil-cases, hahaha.
Now is the time for uncharacteristically flower-childi-ish lyrics from Robbie Williams:

It'll come your way
It'll come your way some kind of beautiful
It'll come your way some kind of beautiful
It'll come your way some kind of beautiful
It'll come your way

Before the granite pillow whacks you on the skull and wow, it's been a whole year.

I'm back. For good. The promos are OVER. Technically I still have Chinese and Econs MCQ, but man...... it's over in MY book. What a great work attitude I have.
It's been an interesting week if you can count stuffing mounds of frantic knowledge into my unreceptive head as interesting. But don't take it seriously; I cried when I read the epilogue of Hard Times. Would never catch me shedding tears over Angelo's plight. What plight? TV exposure has rendered me void of all kind sympathy.
I think I will fail math and it's depressing thinking about it so I won't. Ooh, that really solves problems. Not it could solve the problem, formulae or no, (ha! Pun! Every the start of START I was tempted to add my trademark brackets) but I will practise during the holidays. I will.
Still found sympathy in me to feel for Nicholas Cage in Matchstick Men (or Man?). Very interesting movie - particularly since no reviewer let slip the twist. Or the fact that there was one at all. He was hit with some harsh curve balls, I tell ya. Painfully realistic, although one would like to slap Alison Lohman silly for being so convincing (in more ways than one, figure that one out after you see the movie). And ready for this? The latest LOTR movie trailer SUCKS. I felt cheated. Okay, not the movie snippets, those were awesome, of course, but the editing. Can you get any more literal?
That was almost as bad as Brother Bear and almost as funny as the newspaper ad for Gigli.
Trailer talk aside, life is good again. Remember this is one window of many. I had only LJS fries and clam chowder for lunch at sporadic breaks since Han insisted on watching the 12.50 show but I didn't starve. It's the excitement of a new chapter, you feel it?
I do.

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Just 'cos Han kept getting Crescent Girls', haha.

There's an odd parallel echoed from a recent Daria episode:
Daria - You know... I had everything more or less under control. I'm not saying it was great, but I could deal with school, I could deal with home, and now nothing's under control.
Helen - It never is, sweetie. We just tell ourselves otherwise so we can function.
Daria - Who came up with that stupid arrangement?
Helen - It's called life.
Daria - Life sucks.
Helen - Yes. Sometimes. (pause) Often.

And when T.S. Eliot wrote
A necessary move
In an unnecessary action,
Not for the good it will do
But that nothing may be left undone
On the margin of the impossible...

I found out something today - I can't spell tabacco (see?) as revealed by a certain economics data response question or study for even an hour straight to save my life.
And some things seem even more like parodies of other things. Think butterflies, for example.

"Butterflies Are Free" (from ATBG)
Can't remember much because there aren't no friggin' transcipts (will insert when Google yields results). Cue Ginger and her box of butterflies at junior high graduation: "Fly, butterflies, fly!" (Not effective. I know.)

Anti-climaxically more Daria:
Amanda - Oh, Jane. Everyone will work things out in their own way, in their own time. Remember when you kids were young?
Jane - How far back? Diapers creep me out.
Amanda - The time Trent moved into a tent in the backyard.
Jane - Oh, sure. It was my job to deliver the sandwiches.
Amanda - We just left him alone for six months until he got bored. Summer once ate only Pez for a year, and look how beautifully she turned out! You know, if you try to hold a butterfly tightly in your hand, it will die. You have to let it go. And if it comes back, it is truly yours, but if doesn't, it never really was.
Jane - How about if you tear off its precious little wings?

Philosophizing from TV is one sad activity. Of course, one IS on Nickelodeon while the other IS on MTV.
Just a key-note (has anyone figured that one out yet?). Of course it's not coming out from promos. I need to go combine Famous Amos cookies and Nationalism now - hope I don't throw up from the extreme-opposite collusion. There's still
- My birthday
- Open House (TWO boards and lots more practice)
- IPW oral presentation
- AO Chinese
- CAP
- SATS
- Christmas Fun (and hence even more practice)
- IwanttovisitMelinAdelaide.Ineedavacation.Arrrrrrrr.

Today I speak on worm rights.
Han told me about this episode of Fear Factor when the host blended up all these cockroaches and bugs and worms (still alive and kicking) into some gross drink for the contestants. The host is an extreme and ugly (literally) sadist. It's almost as bad as another episode when they had to eat live rats. So people don't like worms the way SPCA would save the lives of dogs and cats or the way the WWF would fight to preserve the natural habitats of pandas. Who ever heard of the Worm Protection League? Or Cockroach Cooperation? Yet it's still downright evil to blend them to death just because they don't bleed...
I talk a lot of rubbish don't I.
I avoid using the P-word because it's on everyone's minds anyway and it isn't nice to keep reminding them before they throw themselves off some cliff over yonder. At home skipping school to study for the above. Ha.
Gen and Angelina are going back to SC tomorrow along with some others for the RJ promotion talk thingie. I'm vaguely upset because there's no more space for speakers and I only knew about it yesterday. Why I want to go back? Purely altruistic reasons? Nah I just want to miss lessons, probably. So maybe I'm better off staying in school to play badminton. I'm truly excited.