Memorified Moments

Sunday, July 31, 2005

Play title: Les Misérables - 308ed

Cast: (in order of appearance)

Jean Valjean - Genni

JAVERT - Mel (well, duh, they're the only 'males' in our class) *though the only Javerts allowed IS Philip Quast - and perhaps Jean pierre... x)*

Random prisoners - random 308-ers who aren't in the rest of the cast

Random man who doesn't pay Valjean properly - random person. (Amanda?)

Bishop - Zishan!!! (Cause the bishop's nice and shann is nice!)

Random policeman - Haiyah, just replace him with Javy lah. Who needs random people when there's Javy?

Fantine - Glow (cause Fantine is supposed to be nice and sad and pretty and sings pretty lines even though it's mean to make someone play Fantine and Glow's cute and smiles too much for Fantine she cannot play Cosette or Eponine cause she's taller than my chosen Cosette and Eponine needs someone who can scream. XD)

Bitch factory girl - random person (ME!!! But I wanna be someone else) shall insert later.

Random factory people - more random people!

Foreman who hits on Fantine - Amanda (cause she's mean and shouts really loudly and the foreman is supposed to be this big stern man who fires people happily)

Whores in the red light district - Jigglypuff. Need I say more? (If it wasn't 308-fied, I'll say our resident molester)

Old woman who buys hair from Fantine - Zhong Ning, cause she hunches so much.

Slimey scumbag who hits on Fantine - er...who can act like a scumbag? I'm tempted to put Toad just to see her expression. Okay, Toad it is then, cause she can look really innocent and we all know Toad is NOT. (Even though she was head prefect in Primary school. I'm traumatized)

Young Cosette - Kelly, cause she's SHORT. MUAHAHAHA.

Mr. Thenardier - ME!!! YOURS TRULY!!! MUAHAHAHA!!!

Mrs. Thenardier - er...TOFU!!! OMG. I'm married to Tofu. This is terrible. That woman will love singing about me. 'regular voltaire, thinks he's quite a lover but there's not much there'

GAVROCHE - Lynn. Cause we know she can act *think pgymalion* and she's small too.

Old hag - Random person

Another random prostitute - I do think Jiggly can double role. After all, she has more than enough. ;)

Random man who scolds prostitute - Fel. Since she's around Amanda, she must have learnt the art of scolding.

Enjolras - I do think Chrissie can suffice. After all, she can act.

Marius - Zishan again, cause of Cosette.

Grantaire (is that the correct person?) - cheeky and suggestive. Who's a pervert? BRENDA!!!

Cosette - Rachel C, cause of Marius.

Eponine - Cat. Eppy needs to scream. LOUD. And she sings pretty songs too.

Robbers - Shulin, Vanessa and Lingxi, cause Shulin likes to look at you as though she'd kill you, and Lingxi and vanessa can be the sarcastic robbers.

The rest I can't remember. I've covered all the ppl in Disk 1 and 2.

Shall do the third one next time.

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Saturday, July 30, 2005

I need to get a pair of slippers. Must stop targetting heels. Argh.

Must...grow...ta...ll....

Thin lips are sexy. *think colm wilkinson and philip quast minus the rest of the less-than satisfactory features*

Colm Wilkinson has a cute mouth. It looks so rubbery and stretchable and when he sings it forms a 3 shape, and it opens and closes like the lid of lighters. Or nutcrackers. x) And philip quast is perfect (save the face, as per usual). <3

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I screwed up the lit presentation.

OH GOD OH GOD. And I thought I got over the stage fright thing liao.

HOW COULD I??? *cue begin angsting*

Oh my god, I forgot my lines. Then EVERYTHING went wrong. Chrissie tried to save the day, and said 'well, what do you have to say?'. Then, FINALLY, I remembered and was like, 'well, governor, i've taken a sort of liking to you...' Then after that BRENDA forgot her lines. And I seem to remember everyone's lines except mine. So there I was, trying to cue them, and everything went inpromptu after that. (though for an inpromtu it was relatively good)

The presentation was okay, cept that I kept looking at the script. Methinks Yap marked me down for that. But she seemed quite happy with points I raised *shall refrain from commenting on my genius* so I hope that saves the day.

Social studies was a flop. Why? Cause I didn't feel like it went badly, so that probably means it's riddled with mistakes. Damn it.

I'm listening to Les Miz again. Had been suffering from withdrawal for the past five days, but Liy's burnt disks aren't helping. Some infidel had scratched the back of the disk, so I can't hear anything from the first line of 'End of the Day', and the second disk from the end of the part where Cosette despicably takes credit for scaring the Thenardiers away. *By the way, Eponine's scream is so cartoon and cute.*

Marius is a good actor, I give him credit for that. But he's still an ugly, fat guy, and I don't like him. The broadway Raoul is played by the same actor, can you believe it? He must be Oso insulted!

O.o But I still get to see the part where Javy walked behind Valjean for One day more. Yay!

Oh shit. It's stopped. I am pissed.

Shall go back to where gavroche sings. Gavy!!!

My dad was being an utter arse yesterday. He bloody pulled out the power plug from my com cause I didn't close a MSN window. Ass. Bastard. Ass. GAH.

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Thursday, July 28, 2005

Trib dinner was hilarious. (Actually, just about everything with trib is hilarious cause we are such idiots.) I bought Ice kachang, everyone went to steal it, so in the end I had to stand up, count the number of heads, and get the spoons just to save the trouble. Then SOME PEOPLE *coughmarycough* kept dropping ice kachang on the table, so to not waste it, we left them for the ants. And said insane child tried to 'bless' us with ice kachang. Oh the horror.

CLE on wednesday was a disaster. My class has the most extraodinary ideas about me. Here I am, a shy, diffident sort of girl, never able to feel real grown up and tremendous like others, and there they're firmly convinced that I'm an arbiturary ang moh chaser. Where they get the idea I have no idea. *strangles kelly*

And there we were having sex ed, and then JT popped a stupid question, and then they were all like, 'lichen!!!', so she asked another utterly STUPIDD question that I don't even want to think about it.

Oh god. Oh god. WHY DIDN'T I JUST DIE AS A CHILD?????????????

Then Chrissie was being utterly STUPID and IDIOTIC and MORONIC and said SHIT that I don't even want to repeat. Urgh.

Then she took it as her liberty to draw stupid CRAP that I thankfully shredded into tiny flutters of paper, then threw it into the bin, after which I had great pleasure in trottling the child.

Oh yeah. My piano exam. I'm so dead. One, the room was freaking cold, I was shivering and my fingers were red and clammy. You expect me to play with that? B, I screwed my scales. Three, I'm sure I screwed the modulations for aural.

I also screwed maths today. This is just my unlucky week. I looked at question three, found it stupid and needed many many workings, and left it till the last.

...

Then I forgot about it until two minutes before the end. Yay me.

Got back bio PT today. Screwed that also. Damn Brenda. Damn her damn her damn her.

Oh yeah, got Mary's present today. Shall strive to french-ify it. Am playing Alfred Doolittle for lit tomorrow, and thus am wearing stupid stuff. Qianni was the Mrs. Pearce for her presentation, and she was wearing the french maid costume, which I heard was SHOOORT.

*Grins suggestively*

Haha, shall go visit blogs now. Ciao.

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Sunday, July 24, 2005

Okay, lets start from yesterday. It was racial Harmony Day Celebration for RG, so naturally I had been fretting about the oh-so-important What To Wear question, which was solved by kind, darling Sanki. (Decided not to trouble Sharmini, the child will positively KILL me if she had to bring one more saree.)

So. Woke up at normal time in the morning. Put on the black shirt that father seeingly bought, covered it up with school-u, then ran to the bus stop IN HEELS (oh my poor feet) to meet Sanki then took the bus together.

And in school Sanki helped me to wear the saree, and blah blah blah, the usual celebrations in the heat (oh the heat), then went to nice air-conditioned classroom to act stupid. We were happily taking photographs amidst me hopping from corner to corner, and then followed the passport timetable.

Oh yes, the costumes. Cannot forget that. I was wearing a dark crimsom saree, which Kelly oh-so-kindly put it as 'made me look as though I was the devil from hell' cause the color combo was red and black. Absolutely stifling, i assure you. Am DEFINITELY not wearing that next year. Chrissie went in the bohemian theme the class sort-of decided to adopt, a bright pink shirt (oh the horror, but who would have known that the child looked good in that horrendous color?), a black shiny cloth-belt, and a skirt which i cannot remember much. Oh, and did I mention that her shirt was held together ONLY by two lengths of string tied together? She owes me a HUGE favor for double-knotting the thing and not just pulling it off. *Laughs evilly*

Genni was wearing a white, sort of malaysian ethnic shirt with jeans, whilst Glow wore something that deserved the same description, even though the costumes didn't look alike, (Blame it on my limited knowledge of ethnic stuff) but she changed into a nice black polo tee - which I want, by the way - later on (how she managed to survive in the heat was incomprehensible). Kelly was wearing this red-purple saree with MANY MANY MANY pretty pink bangles. Wormy was wearing a shirt with a long skirt.

Lynn was wearing this lovely purple silk (or if not, silk-textured) CUSTOM-MADE saree, and didn't know how to put it on *laughs evilly* so Sanki and Shaki were helping her in the toilet. Am jealous. Hvmphh. Tammie was also wearing a saree (anyone see a trend in the costumes here?), and ALSO didn't know how to wear it, and Sharm helped her wear it. (I swear, hearing them recount the tales of wearing the dresses are absolutely amusing.) Susanta didn't have time to wear her costume, and remained in her school u the whole day (poor thing).

Mel and monkey were both wearing orange, Mel in a Bejabi (okay, DEFINITELY something wrong with the spelling here) and monkey in a malay ethnic costume. Methinks they color-coordinated. Chinkie didn't come (why???), and I almost got her into trouble cause chenchen was asking me where she was, then I said she didn't come, then chenchen asked about the concert, and I said she had to go for that, so chenchen got angry. Damnit. Hope Chinkie's not in trouble.

Ah yes. And Mary. How could I forget Mary? The evil child was dressed like a french painter (kill her), with a lovely textured black flowy skirt, pearl colored blouse and a BERET. Kill her.

Brenda, evil person, didn't come in a costume. Evilevilevilevilevilevil. And shall cease boring you with the descriptions here.

But something must be brought to attention. Wormy deserves to DIE, the asshole. Cause we were taking photos, then she tried to look taller than me (which, of course, she failed to), then I tiptoed to look even TALLER, and GUESS WHAT SHE DID? She, the IDIOT, pulled on my saree. If it had fallen off, she would have DIED. Thank the gods it didn't. *Hits wormy*

What else. Oh yes, we went to play five stones after that. Fel huang (also wearing bohemian) and brenda were absolutely evil and good in this department. Me and Chrissie were like struggling to evil catch one, and there THEY were, catching four and doing patterns and such. Lydia changed into a red mini-skirt later (hoho) and me and genni and chrissie and lydia and brenda went for lunch, after which we took neoprints.

Then I went for LSL with Mel and Fei. They, lucky fellas, got the nice children. Who did I get? A bloody MCP. (Em3, keeps on being chavaunistic and acting as though guys were better than girls - like DUH, they're NOT.) Watched with a lot of satisfaction as he had to write 100 lines for being rude to aunty serena. *Laughs evilly*

We played Chinese Chess after that. Was absolutely hilarious. Won mel and fei. ^^ I swear, I'm absolutely mean and EVIL whilst playing the game. Kept blocking their paths, and annoying them cause they couldn't move.

After that, took the mrt to bouna vista and met Mary, Liju and Qianni there. Qianni discovered that Mary was actually not a human, but a thermometer. You see, when it reaches 28 degrees celcius, she's turn red, and as the temperature steadily rises, she steadily turns redder and redder. Was absolutely amusing. Waited for Liy, then went to bus stop to wait for Vivian and her father to fetch us.

Then, once we walked into her house, guess what happened? A monstrosity of a MUTT leapt at us, barking ferociously and threatening to bite, kept only in check by our brave heroine, Vivian. Then, even as we hurried to deposit our belongings in Viv's room, it stalked us, snarling at us, showing off its red gums and large canines dripping poisonous saliva. Its back was hunched, it's eyes betraying its bloodlust, staring hungrily at us as though we were its prey.

Viv's good father locked the cur up, thank the gods. Safe once more, we settled down to watch... LES MIZ!!!!! JAVERT!!! Oh my gods, but that man has a HEAVENLY voice. The paragon of perfection, angels embodied in the smooth baritone of his voice, his transgressions of carrying a monstrosity of a face can be immediately forgiven and in excess.

So there we were, positively swooning over the angel in humanized bulldog form, squealing whenever he appeared, and then fainting and melting into a puddle at the ValjeanJavert slash in there. I mean, I'm not an avid slasher (and I canNOT stand lesbianism), but you'd be blind to not see the chamistry between them, that spark of divine fire, the way they are just MADE for each other. I mean, look at Javert! The charisma! The positively oozing confidence! Then Valjean! The possessiveness! Remember what Enjolras said to Valjean about Javert? "He belongs to you now." *swoons and faints*

The thing about watching something with lit pupils is that we can read between every single line there. Shall not quote it now, there're too much.

Then, after Les Miz finished (nooooo!), we watched Rotk, extended version, where legolas was standing in his horrendously gay ugliness. Ew.

Then, Qianni and Liju revealed their inner evil pedophilia (qianni) and gay-love (both of them), insisting we watch the love story of two gay men. EWWWW. I mean, I absolutely LOVE ValjeanJavert slash, but that's because they love each other (isn't it obvious?) withOUT turning into simpering, squealing little sissies. Leslie Cheung is a DRAG. He (doubtful usage of the word) is an insult to the male species.

Oh yeah, and Mary's disastrous attempts at cooking. First: popcorn. How interesting, that one would follow the instructions for the most IDIOTIC things (tear open the bag to get the popcorn) and refuse to do the same for the important things (like, oh, I dunno...Maybe PUTTING THE POPCORN INTO THE OVEN INSTEAD OF TRYING TO FRY IT???) Was absolutely hilarious. Then Mary and Qianni made campbell soup, which turned out quite well (shallibemeanshallibemeanokay...surprisingly^^).

Then we watched POTO, and it was 1 in the morning by then, and we were all tired, but POTO is NOT a movie you fall asleep watching, so we were lying on the floor (Liju stole my saree and curled up in it on the sofa, oh yeah, and Mel lent me her clothes cause I could NOT go for a sleepover in a saree, love ya, Mel), shivering and basking the the glorious goodness of Raoul and Erik. *swoons*

After it ended, it was already 3 something in the morning, so we trudged into the bedroom (but not before we cleaned up, we so rock) and fell asleep. Yay.

Then, at 7.45 in the morning, when NONE of us had gotten sufficient sleep, my DAD called, waking everyone up. They threatened to kill me.

Went back to sleep.

Then, at the horrendously far too early hour of 9.30, Mary and Qianni woke up, and refused to let me sleep anymore. So I woke up, dazed, and bumped in the kitchen for half hour, by which I was fully awake, and we had breakfast.

After breakfast, we sat and chatted for a while, then went home.

After I got home, my parents dragged me from my reading of Les Miz and made me go with them to their friend's house, cause their friend just gave birth to a boy. Oh dear, one more horror unleashed on earth.

Ihatechildrenihatechildren.

Finally, when I got home I fell asleep, and so today morning I woke up, which brings us to the present, where lichen doesn't feel like blogging anymore.

Ciao.

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Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Oh F. We ran out of green tea.

Okay, granted, I hate green tea, but with added sugar and ice, that thing is edible. And nicer than water. And mother-approved, a.k.a I can drink it without nagging.

I need to drink something. And it is NOT water.

Shall go rummage in the fridge for something.

Found it. I swear I'm going to turn into an alcoholic if this keeps up.

Oh shit, I'm supposed to be online today. Afterall, I haven't been there for literally months. Wonder why Lydia and Mary keep saying I'm always on.

Hm...

Okay, fess up. Which one of you here is impersonating me? (Have a fairly good idea who. XP)

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Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Agenda

Starting time: 2.00 Venue: D223
Attendees: Sharmini, Sankari, Li Chen, Mr. Halsall (mentor)
Documents: Agenda, letters seeking approval from interviewees

Agenda

Ask for mentor's comments on the letters.

Make a detailed timeline for the interviews/surveys.

Ah shit. Forgot to do my agenda for RS.

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Sunday, July 17, 2005

Dumbledore died. Snape killed him. Snape is the half-blood prince, with a very bad pun on the word 'prince'. You know, like that in 'The Importance of being Ernest'.

No, I did not buy the book. Give me at least more credit for that. Do I seem like the sort to waste 40-odd bucks on a fairy tale book? *coughtoadcough* I just stole the book from a junior, read the last 6 pages (which, quite coincidentally, summarizes the whole story), then ran around the school during open house and spoilt the thing for everyone. Like, Aruna, WuYimin, Susmitha...

But really. Has JK been reading too much fanfiction? The whole book REEKS of fanfiction (which, to think of it, is a rather good thing). Sheesh.

Shall log off now. Gone to look at TVs. I want a mini plasma one with cable in my room, but of course they won't get one for me. Damn.

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Thursday, July 14, 2005

Why is it, I ask, that all pro opera/musical singers are fat, short, ugly and have double chins?

(Okay, as that is not the main point,) Why is it that there are no shuai opera singers in, say, les miz for me to gush over?

The only decent-looking guy there is that Elrojas (okay, DEFINITELY wrong spelling there) and that was with an over-generous dose of charisma there. Without that, he would be another looking-too-old-for-his-age opera singer with droopy cheeks.

And Javert! Oh my gawd. How could they? How could you, god? How could you give a man with such a GORGEOUS voice a face like a BULLDOG'S??? Oh my freaking god. I am bloody traumatized. I mean, why can't someone with SALAR'S face sing it? There will be, like, [insert random super large number here] to the power of [insert impossibly large number here] times more fans!

Traumatized traumatized traumatized.

Oh, and did I mention that Javert sings the most delightful, beautiful and dangerously addictive songs? (In act I) Especially during the duet with Valjean (who has the funniest name ever. Jean Valjean! *breaks out into laughter*).

I am from the gutter too,
I was born with scum like you!

*heart heart heart*

Okay, shall go and learn how to use photoshop and change javert's face to [insert random shuai, hot ang moh's name]'s after this.

They will walk behind the ploughshare,
They will put away the sword!

Oh, I realised that Subway's double chocolate chip cookies are extremely delicious. Strange. Never ventured out from plain before. XD Must thank wormy. Asked me to share a ridiculously high priced meal with her which we could not agree upon, and both ended up eating cookies. I'm on a neoprint high this month. Am going to go broke soon.

Oh oh oh, and did I mention how good a pair Eponine and Marius made? (If Lea Salonga got rid of her arm fats and if Marius destroyed all his face fats and double chin. And that tummy as well.) Cosette is SOOOOO ugly. Friggin buck-toothed scrawny little chit! I seriously can't decide who's worse, the child Cosette or the adult one. And Fantine was so pretty! She must be so disappointed in her child. (What sort of devil was her husband anyway?) Eponine has such a nice voice! (And she's chio even though her arms are fatter than mine, which is saying a lot)

Haha, hope we got in for NDP dance. Then I can torment everyone with my less-than-satisfactory destruction of wormy's tbpbssbb step during rehearsal. Sigh, Chink should be chosen to dance also lor. And Brenda. So we four can laugh at each other. XD

Andrea's off to competition for these few days. WHERE ARE YOU ANDREA??? SAVE ME FROM MARY!!! Oh yeah, she got first for 400!!! YOU GO, ANDREA!!!

Er yeah. An update. See, I rock. [Brenda complained that 'you never update!' "I got!" 'Yeah, but that's only one!']

Lola, you suck. Can't stand you. GAH.

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Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Pain: I think he's here!
Panic: Yes, he is! Introducing...HADES!

Yes mate, it is ridiculously easy to hack into this account. You might consider not having the same password for everything.

My, my, I'm busy for three fucking months, and what has this been turned into?

Just a friendly note: you really should change some passwords, mate. I'm getting bored.

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Monday, July 11, 2005

Gah. RS file is due tomorrow. Freak. Freeaaak. Freeeeaaaaaaakkkkk. Shall do minutes after this post. With any luck, Sharmini will bring the file tomorrow, and we can hand it in. With any MORE luck, she won't come to school tomorrow, and we have a chance to look through the file before handing it in. With even MORE luck, Hawsaw (I like the spelling!) will be sick so that he can't collect the file. For a week.

Am freaking out on Sanki's words on whether that fat man is keeping track of when we hand in our stuff. Shall not freak. Shall not freak.

Freeeaaaaaaakkkk.

On another hand, dance prac was....today. Yeah. Went out for lunch with some dance people (kelly wormy rachelc zishan pris) + genni who watched part of the practice and laughed at us. Idiot gen. Wormy is a big fat liar. She went 'it's easy what' and then did some twirl that made us go O.o. The others were okay lah. Managed to pull it off. I looked like a gorilla down with ebola. Er...minus the blood. Gen consoled me after that. But they made a wise choice, putting me in the middle so the others can hide my mistakes.

Maths sucks. Can't believe I got so low. Other classes probably have, what, 38? as their highest mark, and we have 29. This has GOT to be a new record. My mum will freak. Shall not tell her about it.

Don't have a death wish.

Oh, and I realised something today. From all the three times I changed seats, this is the first time I'm with people who don't bully me that much. Or rather, in a position that people can't bully me that much. Andrea, the nice nice person (a title which I shall take back everytime she leaves me to suffer with Mary and Wormy and Brenda), doesn't assult me with whacks, even though she makes me feel so unguai cause she's so guai. Kelly, Mary and Zhong Ning very easy to bully, and they don't do me bodily harm (gen), so it's not counted. Wormy is too far to hit me, though not too far to talk to. Oh yeah.

1st term: between MEL and Chris. Nuff said. Am lucky I got out alive. (Shall pointedly ignore the fact that THEY were the half-dead ones by the time we changed seats)

2nd term: With shulin and xixi. Good enough, but got Wenting in close vicinity, and brenda and chris and chink right behind me. Should have just died as a baby.

Okay, shall go do minutes of meeting liao. Then sms sharmini to remind her to bring the file. Then call her if she doesn't reply. Then go and bug bel or someone. Then if my computer doesn't hang (fat chance), go online.

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Saturday, July 09, 2005

Should really be doing my Performance tasks, you know. Haven't started on any, cept that I've read the story for chinese (which, if you ask me, is pretty screwed up as we need to ACT a part out).

Bio is... I've got the recipe. Oh yeah. Booyah. Now I shall write out the paper...hm...okay, not today. When I remember to actually bring something other than manga and anime home from school.

Physics I'm going to dao it until I go to escape theme park. Got loooong way to go. I'll regret this later.

Lit I need to write for themes. Still can decide whether I've regretted choosing that over characterization, but then again, it's more of whether I like the topic as compared to quality. God knows that long time of critiqueing fics has honed that rather useless ability. Maybe I'll get down to it today.

Very bored now. Got dance prac later today. God knows why they put down my name for the competition, anyway. Suspect a lot of people want to see me make a fool of myself. XD

School is boring. BORING, you hear me? It's like routine: stumble from bed, eat, wash, go to school, go far east or some other confounded place, go home, surf the net, watch the show of the retardedly naive goon named youfu, surf the net some more, sleep. Oh yeah, and try (and fail) to finish homework between classes.

Oh yeah, the farewell party for Mary? It went quite well, as far as farewell parties went. A decent number of people made speeches, the food was good, the music was fine, and though the mood was a little stilted, I didn't really expect someone to hire clowns for a farewell party.

"Master of the house..."

Okay, shall stop quoting the song now. Am sure Mary is sufficiently irritated. XD

Higgins is cute. Look at this quote: chuckling, and going over to the piano to eat sweets It's so utterly adorable, as well as his character. That brazen I-live-for-myself-ness, not enough to be irritatingly cocky, yet just so that he speaks his mind at every turn. Treating everyone the same, almost rudely-blunt way, yet so earnest that it's quite impossible to dislike him for it. He's so utterly in denial about his faults, and wards off excuses with the funniest of excuses 'mere alliteration, my dear Mrs. Pearce, natural to a poet'. The movie Higgins was a total and utter disgrace. It totally butchered the poor man's character, stole it and replaced it with a wimpy, lovelorn fool. Boy, I had SORE EYES just from watching it.

Okay, shall go off now. Mom's back. Ciao!

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