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Friday, November 25, 2005 OVER! 11:39 PM i love musicals! they are sooo entertaining. i tell you, those who perform in musicals are immensely talented...they can sing, dance and act. especially the little kids who can do all. they are bloody brilliant. today i watched 'A Twist of Fate' and it was hilarious. who said singaporeans aren't talented?? i just wish the tickets are cheaper, so that all those who are financially challenged will be able to watch it too! i was toe tapping (haha thank you elaine for those heels. my saviour! you give me food and shoes!) and jingling my shoulders. adrian pang is naturally funny, and i never knew that they all could sing so well. the plot was unpredictable, and there are sooo many twists, you honestly can't guess what's going to come next; what twist they're going to throw at you. you can make guesses, but probability of you being right is kinda low. in the end, no one ends up having the right parents, and the weirdest couples emerge. hah. the whole thing was so creativley done. although i think dick lee could have done a better job with the music. it was a tiny bit monotonus. i wish i wasn't tone deaf. i wanna perform in musicals tooooo!~ 2 comments Thursday, November 24, 2005 An Ode to my Fats. 9:53 PM When I walk she jiggles like jelly Which is quite disturbing to see Why do I have to be so chubby? I used to be devastatingly sexy not anymore, she’s a part of me. Guess what, she even has a name And that’s due to her growing fame I’ve named her Tabby Because she is very flabby Some people actually think she’s cute! My ass. –coughsplutterschokePUKE- Tyre puncture? I have a spare. I’m serious, there’s plenty to share. I have a few tyres actually I have 3, I admit pathetically. They never seem to go away! I really do exercise okay! Crunches and sit ups aren’t very fun On top of that, I like to run But whatever the case, tabby’s still there I tell you, it’s so unfair. All these manjans are so skinny That’s why Tabby irritates me I’ve even tried to diet But I just can’t resist that doughnut Or that prata, pizza or lasagna Or that shot of absolut vodka I shall go to Marie France bodyline Then I’ll get a figure that’s oh so fine! I’ll look better than Aishwarya Rai (I know I should stop living a lie.) I know! I’ll go for liposuction! To change me into a hot sexy woman How about extreme makeover? (Following that, The Bachelor) As my dreams turn into dust Start exercising I must. In a month I will be an hourglass Wait till I’m back from Madras! -nooj 2 comments the first time. 8:38 PM Sade. Good times they come and they go Never going to know What fate is going to blow Your way just hope that it feels right Sometimes it comes and it goes You take it ever so slow and then you lose it, then it flows right to you So we rely on the past Special moments that last Were they as tender as we dare to remember Such a fine time as this What could equal the bliss The thrill of the first kiss It'll blow right to you It's never as good as the first time Never as good as the first time Good times they come and they go Never going to know It's like the weather One day chicken next day feathers The rose we remember The thorns we forget We'd love and leave We never spend a minute on regret It is a possibility the more we know the less we see Second time, second time is not quite what it seems Natural as the way we came to be Second time won't live up to the dream It's never as good as the first time Never as good as the first time Natural as the way we came to be Second time won't live up to the dream Natural as the way we came to be Second time is not quite what it seemed It's never as good as the first time The first time Ah. well. sigh. =) 0 comments Wednesday, November 23, 2005 to mock myself further.. 9:47 PM  courtesy of www.badmash.org. 0 comments i am saved! 12:23 AM as you all know, me being a traditional indian girl, and being bred and brought up in a traditional indian family, will be subject to -gasp- an arranged marriage! i won't be able to choose my own husband, my parents will do that for me, while all i can do is pray hard that he doesn't weigh more than 200 kg and that he looks better than a chimpanzee (if not dear god, he should at least have a green card). and worse! i definitely won't be able to talk to him, that's be taboo and i'd be completely dishonouring my family by making conversation with -gasp- a boy! i also must keep my eyes down on the floor at all times as i am a shy, demure little girl who doesn't know anything about the birds and bees. love? what is love? i don't know yaar. arey, somevone tell me, no. but! i am saved! times have changed! now, through www.shaadi.com, i am now able to live my own life. guess what? i can now -drumrollll- arrange my own love marriage! isn't that great! now i can look at pictures, and pick out the good looking ones. sure , all those pigs, oh i mean men, want girls who are 'fair, homely, with a wheatish complexion and must come from a good family and must not have more than LKG education and must make coffee like amma'. sure, i could do that. hahaha. but i can now arrange my own love marriage! nownow, isn't that just the best of both worlds? since i am not allowed to lou, now i can legitimize my lou for a guy whom i choose from the net, instead of from my own school! amazing. who says india is backward? just look at our progress in the dating world. we can now arrange marriage through the yinternettu and go on chat and talk to horny males, and use em-es-yen and vebcaams to get matchmade and decide on our significant others. no more depending on our parents, no more serving coffee all dolled up like a little barbie (okay, thats a lie. we indians may have the 36 inch butt but we definitely lack the 22 inch waist.). life is getting so much better! i can't wait to pick my US engineer maapillai from www.shaadi.com. you should too! 1 comments Tuesday, November 22, 2005 of macbeth and irritating students 6:33 PM but you know what ruined the ambience? school kids. bloody schoolkids. the production was organised by nyac, so all those twits who came to watch the play are supposed nyaa recipients, so aren't they supposed to be aware of a certain level of behavioural etiquette? first of all, you don't dress as if you're going to the damn beach. it's jubilee hall, for goodness sake. wear a skirt, if not pants. not berms. and secondly, don't make noise and ruin it for everybody else? don't titter at inappropriate times. it pissess everyone else off. honestly. grow up you morons! so what if lady macbethg's nipples are showing through her clothes? little teenage boys, control your damn hormornes! giggle when it's a comedy, not a tragedy. or if you've got no appreciation for shakespeare or drama, just don't come and let the rest of us enjoy ourselves. and during the interval, don't discuss irrelavant topic in really loud voices. this is what i heard: girl: giggle giggle when was the first time you giggle french kissed? giggle. boy: oh err. laughs. can we talk about this over dinner, and not now? girl: giggles somemore. nono just answer the question? when was the first time you french kisses? giggle. -gripes- -shudders- -swears- oh c'mon. is this what you talk about in LOUD voices in jubilee hall? -rolls eyes- grow up children. 0 comments Monday, November 21, 2005 6A, how could you!? 7:34 AM but. it was funny nevertheless. hahaa. i had a good laugh over it, thanks. even though it was at my expense, and poor jac got dragged into the whole thing for no rhyme or reason. i cannot believe they couldn't figure out it was me! can't you tell from the style of writing? i mean, isn't it NOT obvious?? and how can you just rule me out cos i'm indian? grrrr. what a sweet bunch ya'll are. =) i didn't even realise that it got posted as xiaomei. and when i did realise, i figured - hell, they are 6A, they are smart, they'll figure it out. i mean, who else can it be? neil gaiman? exams? haven't studied? watching tv? oh please. darling 6A, seems you all are not so brilliant after all! -wink- and. the reactions were damn funny! ahaaahahahahahahahaha. it seriously helped me destress. especially since i have an exam in...5 hours and 19 minutes time. euagh. i gotta find jac and collapse laughing hysterically over this. =) wo zhen de bu zhi dao. just because i'm not chinese, it naturally means that i don't speak a word? we are all inherently racist, says joel. he's possibly right. 3 comments Sunday, November 20, 2005 brainwave. 1:16 PM i am going to sell meya to a tamil movie producer. i think it's a win win situation. it'll make me happy, it'll make meya happy and of course, it'll make the rest of the world happy, for the following reasons: 1. meya has always wanted to dance. as a hero (coughsplutterchoke), he can do all the dancing he wants, it doesn't matter is he's lousy. heroes get the attention anyway. besides, we'll give him fat sidekicks who really can't dance but wobble periodically, and since since meya is muscular mandei mama meya - he'll outshine them all. 2. moreover, meya can act with his favourite heroines like trisha (it doesn't matter is she smokes, drinks, clubs or whatever it seems), jyothika (even if she is thrice his size, and that she's got a husband 5 times his size) and whoever else and he can dance in various countries and embarrass himself and get to see his desired heroines wearing minimal clothing. it'd brighten up his existence. =) 3. it'll make me happy cos we'd have shipped him to india and he'd be far far away from KR. hahhaa. no worries, i'll find someone else to run with. =) 4. and it'll make the rest of the world a better place because we'd all be able to enjoy meya's various talents on screen! all those who do not know about him will be able to do so too! (beside,s all the indian girls in pgp will be safe from his prying eyes. praise the lord.) see how it's a win win situation? anyway, i was thinking of auctioning him off on ebay. but, i realised that in meya's case, special considerations have to be taken. we would require reverse bidding, such that the cheapest bid wins (quote from huren). and ebay, unfortunately does not cater for such requirements, hence we've got to settle such stuff at a village panchayat. locating a village should be difficult either, we'll contact one of meya's uncles. as a bonus, we can arrange that meya can marry one of kamal hasan's numerous illegitimate children (only problem being he may not know who his mother inlaw is). huren, on the other hand, suggests that we find him a nattu sarakku, so that meya can work his magic on her and turn her into a traditional indian girl an live happily ever after. oh well, that's up to our dear meya. so...any takers? hurry! meya is tall, dark and handsome. he may have a slight paunch, but that is in line with the requirements of being in the tamil cinema industry. very knowledgeable in the field of medicine, and can diagnose himself if he gets hurt during fight scenes. he's hardworking as well - will be in his best behaviour throughout, and will be the perfect gentlemen to all his heroines. (he carries shopping bags and will walk you home! isn't he sweet? =)) great dancer too!! it can't get any better than this, can it?? dei. thanks for an entertaining lunch. next ime just give me the damn watermelon. hahhahaa. 0 comments Saturday, November 19, 2005 tribute to parvin kumar 2:55 PM anuja's phone rings. tralalala. parvin: hello. anuja: hello! hellooo. hello? hello. parvin: do you think halima will like (insert pretty gift that anuja wants here)? something something halima something something something. something halima something something. halima. halima halima. (anuja zones out) anuja: whatever. eh can you bring dinner for me today? parvin: anuja you know i will, but what do you take me for? i have a life you know. anuja: no you don't. laughs parvin: okay, so i don't, but that's not for you to say. anuja: whatever. so can or not? parvin: you're not even my girlfriend. anuja: so? laughs parvin: okay fine. what do you want? hahahhaa. i rule. brother dear, you know i love you. 0 comments neighbour dear, this is for you. 1:41 AM In a room that’s numbered E513 Previously in bizad, but now she’s in law Read on, I’ll tell you more. Listen up, all those who are curious: Her arguments are fast and furious. I’d be careful if I were you If she gets peeved, she’ll just sue. She has a habit of eating supper But she doesn’t seem to get any plumper! Oh how I wish I had her metabolic rate I’m Indian; I’m resigned to my fate. Anyway, to tell you more about her That girl – she’s got more than one stalker. Should I mention anyone’s name? I’m unsure if they’d appreciate the unnecessary fame. First up, from our very own E block Everyone else he loves to mock Many times his shoes appear outside her door How convenient that he stays on the 4th floor. He’s a lawyer too, what a bonus Such common things they can discuss. Alas! To his own dismay Others suspect he might be gay The next boy is not from block E He comes all the way from block B They even study together And he does her many a favour He buys her prata from Fong Seng To satisfy her supper craving She says “Can I get some food please? I’d like one prata and cheese!” And from a further distance away Another trudges down from block A Armed with some yummy cheesecake Which he obviously didn’t bake. This one’s quite high profile He actually seems quite worthwhile The squash captain of KR he is I hope she doesn’t give him a miss. Last but no least comes from afar A rather rich fella with a nice car! I hear his house is humongous And may just leave you speechless They’ve known each other since primary school When they used to be rather uncool Childhood love, isn’t it sweet But for Kingman he must compete. Doesn’t she lead an interesting life? Just who will make Kingman their wife? I guess we’ll juts have to wait and see Cos this is the end of this poetry. (This is purely for your amusement Let’s hope the gossip isn’t incessant. Many scandals may just be true But is this? That’s up to you. - nooj. 0 comments jasmine! 1:07 AM temples are such peaceful places. but it depends on my mood, so i wasn't there to look at goodlooking guys. -wink- but today, it felt good. i felt blessed. happy. and that i wasn't such an awful person after all. and at every sanctum, i got flowers! amma would probably say that that's a sign, but oh well, i got flowers!! a huge marigold!! how exciting. =) i think i should just visit the temple every week, every friday and be a good, sweet, traditional indian girl (as no one believes that i actually am. so what if you find a bottle of absolut of my shelf. =)) i never did take note of the intricate details of the temple until that darn research paper. the carvings on the walls and pillars and on the doorframe are beautiful and the idols and images are enthralling. it must have involved such hard work to carve and paint everything. i don't think i have ever appreciated that. it's just beautiful. suddenly going to the temple has significance to me. (i know, faith is baseless but i've found a basis for my belief. does that make sense? oh well. whatever makes me happy right?) there is such energy felt in temples. the atmosphere is just charged with vibrations. there is such a holy feeling that surrounds you. this you feel in any place of worship, and i believe that this feeling is created by the worshippers, as well as the atmosphere of the place of worship. its...indescribable in words. and going for dance class after such a fun temple visit makes you feel so damn good. even if class is late, 9 plus, and you're tired, the teacher is tired you feel energized, and that you just want to give your best and absorb as much as you can so that the following class will be just as or even more fruitful as this one. besides, the varnam that i'm learning (just finished!!) is beautiful. i haven't gotten the expression perfected yet, but i'm feeling more of the item. it's not just a varnam. and the fact that it is in tamil makes me relate to it better. and knowing the meaning of the words helps - you know exactly what your trying to convey. it is not just steps, or hand gestures, you're trying to convey the bigger idea of the song to the audience, trying to give the audience your intepretation of the item. trying to make the audience feel the item as much as you. i hope i can do that on the 29th. dancing rocks. even though my knees may just give way on me soon. touch wood. i'd love to go for class everyday if possible. i can't wait to dance on the 29th. i want to give it my best, feel that i have improved. the items this time are how fun! as well. you just enjoy the song and smile and be natural. no being plastic. anything that is non-syllabus is fun i guess because you haven't over done the item till it becomes mechanical to you. and you know that you're not performing it with an agenda behind it - that you have to do it for an exam. talking about exams, matching underwear makes no difference. although the pink lace may have distracted the fella behind me. hahaha. -wink- do you think no underwear could work? hahaa. bleagh. paper not too good. hope i get a decent grade. 0 comments Friday, November 18, 2005 the exams begin! 8:19 AM it feels like common tests, that even if i screw this up, it's not counted, and i still have a 2nd chance at making it up. which i don't. buck up bitch, or you're going to fuck up. hey that rhymes! wahaha. do you think wearing matching and sexy underwear will bring you gooduck for an exam? we'll wait and see. =) 0 comments Thursday, November 17, 2005 would you like some tea? 2:12 PM 1. Instant coffee makes your hair drop. according to me. daddy once told me that all these instant thingys contain horse shoe glue. i believe him. 2. Making coffee with milk is a hassle in hall. i gotta haul my ass up to the 7th floor and warm the milk and then it gets too hot and then i come back to my room and wait for it to cool and i end up forgetting that i made myself coffee in the first place and then i drink cold coffee (eeuks!!). basically i am a lazy ass. oh, and i can't make good coffee either, i gulp down the (cold) coffee so that i don't taste it. 3. KR coffee. does NOT taste good. -shudders- i think i'm slowly becoming immune to the coffee here. haha i think i chose convenience over taste. i miss my mum's nice nice coffee. =( 4. amma says coffee give syou nasty complexion. and alas! she is right! but someone else told me that tea makes you stupid. hmmm so how? ahaha eat vendakkai (ladies finger) and drink tea, the smart effect of ladies finger will cancel out the stupid effect of tea. random observation: green tea with jasmine tastes like a whole bunch of jasmine flowers blended together and made into juice. can you imagine eating the flowers off your hair? out of point, i know~ aiight. shall go and read econs textbook. i have an exam tmr. yes amma i'm studying. (fingers crossed). 0 comments Wednesday, November 16, 2005 i am a slug. a lazy slug. 10:12 PM i'm horrible. i seem to have no regard for exams at all. isn't that brilliant? i honestly never used to be like this! gah. studystudystudy. crap, i'm being how complacent. i have taken an extremely long break, first to talk to people and then for super (more like socialisingit feels like common tests, not final year exams. it doesn't feel like exams that matter, that don't count towards anything. but oh they do! supposedly the first year cap score is the most important because it sets your basic score, which you build upon...sigh. daddy darling has said nevermind, it's alright to cock up in the first year, but i do hope that my CAP will be above 3.5. =) sleep is good. sleeping makes me happy. 0 comments there's always a first time. 8:00 AM never thought i'd start with this. there is such irony in the creation of this blog. =) will explain later. (explain to whom? myself? like who's going to read this blog anyway! haha) the reasons for this blog can be explained later, i just wanted to see a post being published, instead of blogger telling me that there are no posts to view. which reminds me of you may not send a nudge that often. i know, out of point. wheee. shower! 0 comments |