just came home some time ago. something funny happened yesterday. as i was walking out of school, a little bird flew by (how reminiscent of bayley dramafest 2002, of which waikit egotistically reminded me of a few hours ago), stopped in front of me, and (literally) in a blink of the eyes, there was a patch of white milky liquid in between its two legs. then it flew off again. i just stopped short in my tracks. mildly shocked, but after awhile, i thought it was weirdly funny. i don't know. do you think it's an omen? depends on how you look at it. could augur well. i'm thinking it does. let's see.

anyway, went for the blyc meeting today. it was rather.. interesting. it's so bloody far!! from one freaking end of the island to the other freaking end!!! why can't there be something like pryc. that would be so much more convenient. i guess i shouldn't complain though. and now there's a nascent plan between me and missy only. which is quite.. selfish. haha. but too bad, that's how the world goes. everyone for himself.

then went for STTD.. wore that nice silver shirt for the first time. haha. and it was rather good! rp has come a long way to reach such heights of such proportions, major combined performance, no less. well of course there was the signature-quah scene characterised by a monstrous melee of moving figures in the semi-darkness, but nvm. haha hadri was criticizing her about "pseudo physical theatre" and she was right behind him! stupid boy. haha. and there was this huge whimpering indian girl on my left on the second half who was simpering and aww-ing very loudly, and sniggering really obviously at certain portions of bad singing. i mean, yeah if you sit all the way at the back but not when you sit in the third row. rude shit. and ak.esh hugged me! that was quite funny, as well as waik.it.

i like musicals in that they seem rather feel-good. even though it may not be all and sundry. the singing itself somehow uplifts everything. so it doesn't matter whatever context it's in. oh well, hopefully rj's performance will be just as good, if not better.

the indoctrination by MTV and the media. i didn't believe in that rubbish before, but now i think there might be some truth in it. the subliminal brainwashing of the impressionable teenage mind. (i'm not saying i'm immune - i'm just aware of my susceptibility) look at all the sex and all the faux love. or lust thinking it's love. passion. flames. the burning bush. and the exploding colours. what does it all mean? should i knowingly allow myself to get lost in that? i mean, perhaps i did. but still. you know, there's still some time left to abstain. haha. whatever lah. life's more than that. or maybe it's just all that.
quixoticka eulogized @ 1:52:00 am