It's been fun.

All good things must come to an end. And leaving this space is a good thing.
I'm at ELJAY now. BADHANDWRITING, YO

EBS SLEEPOVER + FOOL'S STOP

EBS SLEEPOVER.

The Elitist Bastards' Squadron had our second sleepover/movie marathon of the year on Thursday. It started off pretty late actually. The whole process of getting everyone to come down to Janice's house itself was somewhat troublesome. Some of us had babysitting duties. Others, like myself, were locked out of the house for a ridiculous amount of time and therefore could not have arrived earlier. Nevertheless, when we all got there, we watched some pretty good movies.

All our illegal material came from our one and only movie whore, Vincent. He usually provides us with the shit we need for an awesome movie marathon.

Here's the line-up.

Jackass: The Movie.
Totally hilarious, however, in retrospect, we decided that it was completely incongruous with the rest of the movies we watched during our stay. We're supposed to be pretentious, not silly. Jackass, does not qualify as pretentious. Sorry Mr Knoxville. [tangent] And I think Knoxville is an absofuckinglutely cool surname. I should get a pet and name it that. It'd die rather quickly though. I can't even take care of my discman by at least making sure that it looks to be in a visually appealing state, what more another living thing. [/tangent]

28 Days Later
Visually stimulating. Too many fucking montages, I swear. The movie draws several thematic parallels to the real world which is really kind of awesome when we talked about it. I thought it was OMFG boring at first, but once we discussed how the dark humour was brilliantly interweaved with the political and social undertones, I think my opinion of it sort of changed. The earlier parts were unbearable, I suppose. That's the only critique I can give.

Sin City
Forget 28 Days Later. Sin City is a visual ORGASM. I didn't really quite understand the whole story though. There were one too many protagonists. Too many prostitutes, [well not that I'm complaining or anything], too many villains with artificially deep, gruff voices. It's a star studded ensemble. It's very reminiscient of Kill Bill. Sin City was probably nothing more that something that's pretty to watch. Kind of like, neon lights. Wait, forget Sin City, Alexis Bledel was a fucking orgasm.

Interval. Or something like it.
Some of us fell asleep during Sin City. I managed to keep awake through it all though. I dozed off a little during 28 Days Later. Anyway, we didn't start watching movies again until, some time later in the afternoon.

Requiem for a Dream
I loved this movie. I still love it. I want to watch it again. Except for the fact that it's largely an anti-drug propaganda movie, I thought it was rather brilliant. Jennifer Connelley is a sex goddess. It was wonderfully executed. It discussed the detriments of addiction in such a realistic yet fashionable way and a few themes of psychological conflict and human flaws. There are so many things one can do in times of desperation, and the decisions one makes because of it are hardly respectable.

If not for Janice's sad and dysfunctional DVD remote control, we could've watched some foreign films. We can never do without subtitles even if we're watching a movie in English. Jared Leto has this habit of slurring that is so OMFG disgusting. But he has nice eyes. =((

Oh and anyway, CAMWHORE-AGE!


It is after all, a sleepover


There are so many things about Janice's house that's picture worthy.
And throughout the whole time we were there, we were too.
Oh, blurry =(
The aliens are coming!? Here? Now?
This one is way too cute to be Janice.
You know how puffer fishes activate their defense mechanisms when threatened?I am somehow convinced that it's rather ineffective. It's rather humorous actually.

FOOL'S STOP

Today, Izyanti made her acting debut on the CJC stage! She acted as Lucy Fer, of an originally written script. I honestly couldn't understand most parts of it, as in the whole storyline, but some parts were really amusing. I did however manage to catch on to the whole moral story behind it though. The whole thing about Hating the Sin, Not the Sinner. Iz was on the stage like 90% of the time. We are all very proud of her. Indeed.

And of course, we all know I never leave home without my trusty DIGICAM, Percy.

Pre-show Camwhoreness 1.
Pre-show Camwhoreness 2.
Izyanti, as Lucy Fer.
Pretty group shot.
Those were the flowers we bought her. Rattling them violently was the only way she could express her appreciation. Izyanti and Charmaine.
Janice, being unnecessarily defiant.
Vincent and Matthew forgetting that they are 'in the Presence of God'
Kinky.
Once again. We are proud of you dearie.

MATTHEW GUESTBLOGS! RAHH!

matt made mahts mad
^ could be a drama warmup tongue-twister.

Um, like, HI! Like, I'm, uh, Matt Crawshaw, and um, this is my, uh, first, uh, time, like, like, like - oh yah - guest blogging. And, like, I try not to talk like I am mentally deficient all the time. Because that would just cement a reputation for being totally and utterly stoned and less-sharp-than-a-blunt-thing. Also, it would also associate myself with being blond, an title that is eternally owned by Hazri and therefore best avoided by me.

Saturday yielded for Hazri and me (and the rest of the drama people involved) considerable amounts of the Queer Phenomenon known as Theatre High. (Though perhaps it is queer only because it's AC, but that is another topic entirely.) This is because we had just wrapped up our drama obsession for the past month and a half, a play at the Arts House.

It was minimalist, the sort where a a couple of people in the front talk a bit and a whole bushel of people at the back shout randomly into the faces of the audience, spit flying every where. Ergo, very pretentious. But everyone was very happy once we'd completed it, audience members giving most appreciative praise, the Madams being suitably impressed, and the cast and crew patting each other on the back. This despite the subject matter of the play being disgustingly depressing in nature, but oh well, such is such.

One of the most strangely fascinating parts of the production process was the make-up that day. Stef did a bang-up job, making people look scary and punched-in-the-face. Hazri became a consumate teeniegoth maht (a weird synthesis I know - *watches the Maht-and-Minah Brigade brandishing their tapereds angrily*). His hair was stuck to his pait, and his eyes heavily shadowed to give the impression of a washed-up druggie. Damn scary lah.

The thing about the theatre process is (yes, I've finally settled on a topic to ramble about) that it inevitably entails gratuitous amounts of suffering, on everyone's part, to get the play right. And though we may have practised for 20 nights to get a 1-hour performance right, the returns are worth it. I don't know if it's stupidity to put so much effort into such a transient and fleeting illusion, but one hopes that the effect the play had on the audience members will be substantial enough for them to find the evening worth it. And if they did, those involved in it will too.

Specifically to the play we did, In Quest of Conscience, which was a recount of the events at a jewish work/death camp during World War II in Poland, the illusion created was that of the sufferings of the Jews. But instead of just blaming the Nazis for their barabarism, it looked at the moral dilemmas of the people running the camp, showing how by fear and compulsion they rationalised and justified their grim jobs. And how far can we blame them for trying to stay alive themselves, or for attempting to keep their families safe? Surely the lives of one German nuclear family is nothing compared to the 1.2 million jews murdered at Treblinka, but men are partial to their own relations. And just how wrong is that?

It's like friendships (watch me meander from the topic) - some friends are better than others. Can one be blamed for being closer to someone and not someone else? I mean, yes, we should exercise brotherly love for everyone, but if everyone loved everyone else equally, the world would be a much more confused place. Some things just cannot be equal.

At the end, the jews suffered because of one man's hate (HEIL HITLER - not!) and the inability of his subordinates to find a brotherhood of equality with them; and politics in friendships occur because one trusts a friend more than he trusts another; and theatre must take a back seat because other things have suddenly becoming more important. All matters of effing priorities. And there you go, Something Prosaic. Well, I tried.

And yes, like, you could search for a central theme in this post and probably not find one, the meantime in which I will resume the gibbering, pointless venacular, of like, like, a total, um, bimbo. Like, and then I'll say, 'goodbye', you know? And then, I'll, like, blame it on, uh, that Queer Phenomenon thing I just kinda remember talking about. Um, yah.


Toodles.

LAILA J. GUESTBLOGS!

exam neurosis: right now my brain is numb

I want to be a BOBO. That's right, a BOBO. A Bourgeois Bohemian [laila's word of the day], so that i'll be able to quit school, sit on whatever education I have, slack around the whole day and write over-emo nonsensical poetry all day long. And the best part is that no one would say anything cause that's what BOBOs are supposed to do.

What a great plan!

What's the point in this whole paper chase madness anyway? Everyone's so obsessed over grades and marks over subjects they don't even give a hoot about. Everyone wants to be a doctor, without realising that there're less than 300 places in the local med school every year. And some deluded parents STILL think that learning the sciences is definitely better than indulging in the arts.

So do not say anything more about me being impractical, nonsensical and foolish for doing what I think is right. Yes, my subject combination is foolish. Yes, my idealogy is seemingly screwed, idealistic and unrealistic. Yes, I am not primarily motivated by monetary and material success. I am doomed a dreamer's life, forever chasing an illusion which won't ever materialize.

But whatever man, let me be the BOBO that I want to be.

[NB. do not take me TOO seriously in this entry.]

We gave up everything.

do you feel sick when you read it?
do you think that I can feel it faster?
away with the rose I gave.

do you wear it with confidence?
are you aware that I can feel it faster?
away with the rose I gave.

are you aware that I'm falling faster?
are you aware that I'm falling faster?
just like she said
behind closed doors

It's been this way for as long as I remember

Saosin - Uphill Battle

Ugh, can't sleep.

It's 1.42am. I hate nights like these. It's one of those days where you know you should be sleeping because you've got a long day tomorrow, but something's just keeping you awake. On most occasions, it's that uncontrollable anticipation that keeps you from falling asleep, but I don't think that is the case.

I sure hope this rash goes away soon. Perhaps that's why I can't sleep. My mind's in this state of unrest. Today, I learnt that God will never place anything upon you that which you cannot bear. I should be proud of myself, that He knows I am a fighter.

Nothing'll get me down. Because I'll always come back, stronger, and ready.

Sometimes, I do wonder why these things happen. Perhaps I should stop asking this. How can you tell the reason behind anything unfortunate that falls upon you? Am I being punished? Or is this a test?

I'm not tired. I'm just frustrated. But I won't back down. I sure hope He knows how long I can take this before I reach my breaking point, because I myself don't even know where that is. Patience is a virtue, if I was to refer to an old cliche. And neither is it beneficial to indulge in wishful thinking, because when it doesn't turn out the way you want it to, the disappointment will be far more devastating than it should've been.

The medicine is not working. It's supposed to make me feel drowsy. I feel cheated. Grr.

Tomorrow is going to be hell. =((

The pain is somewhat bearable now.

I haven't spoken much today. It's hard to, especially when your body does things which are beyond your control.

Yesterday, I left school around 2-ish, to go meet my parents at Bugis MRT before heading for Ong's Clinic. My mother had a similar rash a few weeks ago, and recommended that I visited the same doctor. The doctor told me that I have some kind of fungal infection, that had spread to parts of my skin.

He was being very explicit about it all. He even drew some anatomical diagrams to explain what actually happened and what caused this. It's got a lot to do with hygiene, which is somewhat linked to my high metabolic rate.

My bodily functions are like, whoa. So I prespire easily. I'm not uncomfortable about it though. I've grown accustomed to it actually. I don't sleep with the fan blasting at my face. My brother wants our room temperature to emulate that of a temperate country, which is not the smartest thing to do because our bodies have been made to adapt to tropical climates. I usually sleep outside on the yellow couch. It's very snug out there. The windows are opened for minimal ventilation.

In short, I am rather particular about my sleeping environments. I don't mind being interrupted mid-sleep though. I'll just wake up later, that's all, which might become quite problematic knowing how early I have to be up for school.

Anyway, back to the whole fungal infection theory. Yeah, so when you perspire a lot, the conditions are optimal for fungal growth. They latch onto one spot on your body, and that's like the main factory. Then you'll start to itch, and the common reaction is to scratch that area. Spores from the growth attach themselves under your fingernails, then you scratch some other part of your body. Soon, the rashes spread all over your body, and you'll start itching all over.

I have to take a few pills, for the itching, and some antibiotics. He also gave me cream and a special antibacterial soap bar. The cream smells odd. It's rather disgusting. The yellow itching pill makes me drowsy. I am not myself today because of it.

Anyway, this morning, I woke up late again, so I had no choice but to take a taxi to school. I wasted $13.80 on cab fare. =((

I was saving up to buy some new clothes. Ugh.

I didn't have time to put the cream on the affected areas, so I'm feeling rather irate about all the rashes I have to tend to.

I hope you guys enjoyed the PICSPAM. I'll post more pictures soon, promise

LAST TUESDAY'S PICSPAM!

Last Tuesday I went on a phototaking spree. I simply photographed everything in sight. It was fun while it lasted. So here's a day in the life of me.

BEFORE SCHOOL BEGINS
Ugh. 6.30am. I have to get out of the house, or else I'll be late.
Yes, the lift door closes. I live on the 8th floor.
We are Level One bound. Aren't we excited?
Lift technology is just astounding
OMFG it's so dark in the morning. I am terrified. Well, not really.
The path I take to get to the train station.
2 MINUTES? I DON'T HAVE 2 MINUTES TO SPARE. I NEED THE DAMN TRAIN NOW!
So, the management noticed the tantrum I threw and got the train there, pronto.
Everyone sleeps in the train in the morning. EVERYONE.
The path I take to get to school/Ameteur Voyeurism
I made it! WOO! School starts at 7.30am.
They had an Economics test that day. Olivia is sobbing because of this. Poor creature. FIRST PERIOD: LITERATURE - E8Ms Tan wasn't around. So everyone took advantage of this by studying hard for their Economics test. Anxieties were at an all time high as you can see
Chestine in semi-comatose state.
Amos left home without his eyes.
Everyone is studying. I don't take Economics. So I didn't need to study.
Arina, is so hardworking.
So am I. Not really. Since everyone was studying I decided to do some overdue homework as well.
I hate Application Questions.
My brand new pencil case. Am proud of it. SECOND PERIOD: ECONOMICS TUTORIALEveryone left for the test, so I sneaked into the computer lab. The Tamil students were having some IT lesson with Mdm Ramani.
The computer I used. And my green shoe bag.
Mdm Ramani and her plaided hair. She's like Rapunzel, except that she'd hardly attractive. Like, really. People say she's like a hundred years old. FOURTH PERIOD: PHYS. ED.PE is a waste of time. All of the girls passed their PF test. The guys didn't because our PF test criterias are ridiculous. So all the girls get to play games while the boys do weekly exercises in our pursuit to pass our PF tests.
Jonathan: Adiba, can I rest my tired cheek on your shoulder.Grace: And the number of the day is two!Olivia: *sob*
Sweet. FIFTH PERIOD: RECESSUh, ditto. We eat food and pose for cameras at this time.
Rekha and Arina pretending to be camera shy.
Ivan. Eating. Yeah.
Matthew: Do you have a condom?Krishmen: Wow. Like you're stupid.
Judith: OMG, A CAMERA! *poses*Nali: You camwhore! You disgust me. What am I eating? SIXTH PERIOD: GPI love our GP teacher. She is the most tolerant person I've ever met. We're so adept at misbehaving, especially during her lessons.
Ms Low. The best GP teacher ever.
We were watching Super Size Me
Steph and Adiba, evidently having a ball of a time.
ACS SCHOOLS ARE NOT POOR. Why did the Education & Relief of The Poor Fund donate to them? EIGHTH PERIOD: MATHI only took one pathetic picture at Math. We were doing Maclaurin's. No, not doing Maclaurin's! We were doing the Maclaurin's series tutorial.
I thought this was funny. I tore the packaging through the middle even though the instructions stated otherwise. UGH, GOD KNOWS WHEN THIS WAS TAKEN!My day ended early. So I think I went to the library to memorise my script.
Yes, it is in German. We have to memorise this for the play.
Sophia's pink paraphernalia.
Viknesh, the pervert.
Oh god, what was I thinking.
Ivan needs to come up with a variable expression.
Judith: It was this big!Viknesh: What is?Judith: You damn well know what it is!
Judith: Yours however, leaves much to be desired.Viknesh: Uh, wha?
Ashish and Viknesh attempting to be studious.
Ankita!
Meiyi!
Camwhores!
Yi Jun, pouting. A hedious sight indeed.
Robyn: Oh, what's going on?
Robyn: Oh let me educate you. So you unroll the condom right, and you slip it on like this...
Viknesh: O sweet, Joshua, you are my one and only.Joshua: Alas, I cannot. Tis not meant to be.
Ankita's gold bag.
Magdalene's excited about the pictures. She almost looks crossed eyed.
Darius: I need a shoulder to laugh on.Magdalene: Oh, get away from me please.Shee Yong: Darius has cooties. Hmm...
Viknesh. Amused.
Judith, pretending to be an Ah Lian.
Darius, amused. Or drunk. Same thing.
It's time to go for rehearsals everyone!
Rehearsals end. David ties his shoe. Neat-o!
David and Matthew are keen about their dinner date and want to get to it quickly.
They enjoy some pre-date entertainment.
David: OMG, PAPARAZZI. GET AWAY BITCHES!
Homeward bound for me. I'm here whenever I feel suicidal.
Home.