Speaking of Geek. Funniest thing I've heard in ages, which i heard off a TV show called QI.

Charles Babbage, the originator of the concept of a programmable computer, once wrote to the poet Alfred Tennyson with regard to the latter's poem "The Vision of Sin":

"In your otherwise beautiful poem, one verse reads,

Every moment dies a man,

Every moment one is born.

... If this were true, the population of the world would be at a standstill. In truth, the rate of birth is slightly in excess of that of death. I would suggest [that the next edition of your poem should read]:

Every moment dies a man,

Every moment 1 1/16 is born.

Strictly speaking, the actual figure is so long I cannot get it into a line, but I believe the figure 1 1/16 will be sufficiently accurate for poetry."

Doctor Who Easter Special. APRIL 12TH. PLANET OF THE DEAD.

Okay. Tonight after a long period of self-restraint in accordance with the whole watched kettle never boiling idea, I decided that it was about time to update myself on news about Doctor Who. In particular the Easter Special coming up in just under TWO WEEKS now. Whoa, I can barely say that without hyperventilating. Is that weird? :S

But before that, according to The Daily Express, it is in dicussion that Tom Baker, the 4th Doctor, might make a cameo with Matt Smith, the newly announced 11th Doctor, after having left the role 28 years ago. Which would be AMAZING. David Tennant brought sex appeal (marry me, david!) and mainstream popularity to the role, but Tom Baker definitely made the Doctor an icon and I love him! Only Tom Baker can make a 20 foot multi-coloured scarf, curly hair and jelly babies cool beyond belief. Which brings him to a firm second place on my list of favourite Doctors, behind David Tennant and in front of Christopher Eccleston. Jon Pertwee can be my fourth, but only because he was the Doctor who got to mention Singapore in "The Carnival of Monsters".

Anyways, yes. So the easter special entitled Planet of the Dead is OFFICIALLY being broadcast on the Sunday, April 12th 2009 (although it's previewing in like 3 special venues on April 10th). AHHH. I wish I had one of those adam sandler click remotes right now so I could skip ahead. And it wouldn't even matter that then I would just be like skipping ahead all the time to doctor who episodes because that's like my dream life. Lol. Watching Doctor Who and drinking Yeo's soya bean (maybe they'll sponser me with a lifetime supply now that I've advertised for them. Either that or they'll sue me for using their name without permission).

BBC's released description:
When a London bus takes a detour to an alien world, the Doctor must join forces with the extraordinary Lady Christina, in this one-off seasonal special. But the mysterious planet holds terrifying secrets, hidden in the sand. And time is running out, as the deadly Swarm gets closer.

Planet Of The Dead features David Tennant as the Doctor, Michelle Ryan as Lady Christina and Lee Evans as Malcolm and is written by Russell T Davies and Gareth Roberts.

And there they are:

David Tennant

Lee Evans

Tennant and Michelle Ryan (It's almost ridiculous how good they both manage to look in a long coat/a black skin tight outfit and shades.) People are saying that she might be the next assistant for the 5th series.

Lee Evans again, looking very intelligent

A tritovore -- the alien villians for the episode.

By the way, look at the scale of the desert set behind them. I find that incredible. That since the revival of the series it's done so amazingly well they've gone from dodgy CGI and cheap lighting tricks to being able to fly the whole production to Dubai to shoot a 60min special.

The beginning of the River Song story is apparently being unveiled in this episode as well, which has been killing me since the Silence in the Library/Forest of the Dead episodes. I love them! Like Russell T. Davies says in the podcast commentary (for those of you who are STILL reading at this point, it just keeps getting worse and worse, doesn't it. Doctor who PODCASTS. Make her stop please, make her stop. Haha.) she makes him "just a man". David Tennant's face when she says his name!!! Breaks my heart. And also, I'm a sucker for those time traveller's wife type stories. I hate that he knows exactly when and how it ends even before they've started. Yes, yes, deep down I'm a romantic sentimental marshmallowy type idealist.

I don't think I've seen the Tritovores anywhere yet, but Russell T. Davies apparently says they're going to be disgusting and that he's going to put them in other three specials left as well. Apparently they're aiming to get Tritovores up there with Daleks and Cybermen as an "iconic arch nemesis type alien species" of the Doctor. We'll see. That's a pretty big claim, and I'm excited about it but I'm undecided if I think they're gonna pull it off or not so I'm just going to wait until the episodes.

Speaking of aliens, I was on The Medusa Cascade, which is another Doctor Who sort of news-source-gallery website, and there was a particular article there that caught my eye:

March 25, 2009 - Your chance to star as an alien on Doctor Who
Not normally known for its science fiction output, BBC One's Tonight's The Night TV programme will be running a competition for a viewer to take part in a Doctor Who scene and work with the Doctor Who production team.
This scene will be broadcast in the final episode of Tonight's The Night in April/May 2009 (subject to scheduling) and the winner will take a starring role – as an alien.
John Barrowman, told the Nest: “This is a fantastic opportunity and I can't wait to see the winner experience performing on the set of Doctor Who.”
Viewers over 18 are invited to submit an application featuring a photograph of them in their home-made alien costume, along with information about their alien, such as where it's from and its characteristics. A group of 50 applicants will be selected to meet a panel including John Barrowman and Doctor Who casting director, Andy Pryor. From these fifty, ten will be carried through to a final elimination. One applicant will win a trip to the Doctor Who set to work with the Doctor Who production team.
Hosted by Doctor Who and Torchwood star John Barrowman, Tonight's The Night helps ordinary people live out their performing fantasies by duetting with a favourite pop group, singing with a band or the cast of a West End musical.
The competition is open to people in the UK over 18 and applications close on Saturday 28th March 2009.

I thought the part about having to dress up as a home-made alien was super funny. Particularly since the competition is clearly for adults (note the part about being over 18 year old). LOL. Although my ridicule may really just be sour-grape syndrome resentment at the fact that I couldn't enter the competition myself, blow everyone's minds with my awesome alien, WIN and then get on the set of the Doctor Who.

I realise that after all this, probably no one will understand a single word of this, but I can't help that I'm a closet Doctor Who fan. Well, not closet really. It's just there's no one to talk to me about it. :( Wow, I just wrote like 5 times what I would normally write about my day about a single episode of a sci-fi series that hasn't even aired.

Haha. I love being a geek.

Tonight, Grace was really nice and invited me to her young adult games night at her house. So much fun. Although I couldn't help but notice how highly intellectually stimulating their games in their house are. First we played Saboteur (or something to that effect) which involved miners trying to build their way to some gold nugget in some unknown location while being sabotaged by secret "saboteur", who have try to keep secret so they don't get stopped with random sabotage cards which involved you getting your lamp or cart or pick destroyed so that you couldn't continue building tunnels to either move towards or away from the gold until you got saved.

You get the general manipulation and high level complexity involved.

Then, we played Bang. Which was worse. There are actually so many different symbols and patterns involved in the game that every player gets a little card that has a legend on it. AND everyone gets a character with unique characteristics. AND besides your character you are also either an outlaw, the like head outlaw dude, the deputy officer or the sheriff. Then you can get shot, but you can only shoot as far as the range of your gun, and if you don't have a gun you can only shoot the people next to you, unless the person has a horse, then they're out of range, but even if they get shot they can miss the shot if they have the miss card, or they can drink beer to up their health, and the deputies and sheriff have to try to kill off all the bad guys while the bad guys try to make the sheriff slash deputies kill each other, after they figure out who the other bad guys are, although that doesn't always happen.

And I'm skipping past a lot of other cards here.

AND THEN, apparently there was another more (and I quote Grace) "fu zha" game called muchkins that we didn't get around to.

At my house, we own games like High School Musical Twister and Cluedo Jr. Haha.

Today, I cropped my hair as well. It may be a sign that I have slightly too much time on my hands when I decide I want to do something different with my hair every month. Lol. I feel a bit nostalgic. My hair reminds me of my P1 hair cut.

Despite my clear expression of distaste for YET ANOTHER post-church nasi lemak lunch, Joseph and Marcus decided to just continue walking and disregard Darren and my cries in support of claypot rice today. And what was worse was that everyone just DRIFTED along with them and not us, until we ultimately were just sucked in the vortex of their gayness. While it may have been a lonely day in bikini bottom, it was a sad day in the life of Alyssa Nyam.

Although we did have a lot of fun trying to figure out LiAnne's little puzzles. Also, my day is redeemed by the fact that I finished like really FINISHED all my university applications today. Now I just have written tests, interviews... SATS... some more interviews. I... may not be as done as I thought.

Guess what? I got talent spotted today. Haha. Really, REALLY. This lady like tapped my shoulder on the street today.

Lady: Hi, I'm soandso from somethingandsomething. We do like tv commercials and advertisements and things like that and we're looking for new faces and YOU have the look we're looking for. Can I have you name and number so that my company can contact you?
Me: *look very stunned for a while* SURE!

So I'm going to be famous. Lol. Then people will swarm to bask in my warm glow. My "I have no friends vibe" a distant memory of the past. Today my trainer at the gym asked me,

Trainer lady: Eh, so you have friends in Singapore ah?
Me: YA. Of course. But a lot of them have school.
Trainer lady: So what you do on weekdays?
Me: Hang out with my... (pause as I realise I probably shouldn't have started this answer) mum.
Trainer lady: So where do you and your friends hang out usually?
Me: At people's houses most of the time.
Trainer lady: HUH? Just random houses?
Me: I... OH I mean like at one of my friends' houses.
Trainer lady: Oh, okay. (and she said this next bit with a super super straight face. Like she was actually serious. Which was hilarious, but at the same time highly disturbing that it even entered her consideration...) Ya, actually you don't really look like the type to like break into people's house.

After the insurmountable build up to tonight, I must say I found the ultimate finale somewhat an anticlimatic let-down. The play itself was beautiful. I LOVED IT SO SO MUCH. I would recommend it to everyone. Seriously people, if you haven't bought tickets please go and buy now. The play has an amazing cast and it's so brilliantly presented and blocked and the sets and costumes just embrace the incredible delivery of the words and make Shakespeare really come alive. It was really really fantastic.

But but but, meeting Ethan Hawke and Rebecca Hall and everyone. That was nice as well, but just, it didn't give me a kick at all. It was very strange. I thought that I would be at least slightly star struck, particularly since LiAnne and I have been working ourselves up to this for weeks now. But yeah. The whole time I was just kinda thinking to myself... well.... this is.... fun-ish I guess. But I'd rather be hanging out with my friends. My barbeque on Sunday actually gave me a substaintially bigger kick. Also, we (well, I anyways) look ridiculously terrible in ALL the celebrity photos. Lol. It's actually so bad. Worse part is, it's a once in a lifetime opportunity so no chance to redeem ourselves!

Top 3 things I learnt from this evening:
1. Video blog type things are so fun to film! LiAnne and I did sooooo many.
b. I'm never wearing makeup again for a loooong while. I always fool myself into thinking that I would like to get dolled up and wear it, and then every once in a while I have to actually put some on and then I realise how much I HATE it.
iii. A-list after parties mean... nothing to me. I like my friends better. :S

1.

I've bought a new dress and shoes

for tomorrow. Which, in case anyone has forgotten, IS FINALLY ETHAN HAWKE DAY. LiAnne and I actually even booked hair and makeup. Haha. Personally, the extra money spent on professional hair and makeup is probably for the best and not really a waste since I am generally unable to achieve anything other than the "I just rolled out of bed" look. On sunday, I got dressed for church and was going to happily go along my way when LiAnne was like "Aiyoh, what are you going to do with your hair." Really, I wasn't planning to do anything with it but I tied it up after she said that. Lol. My logic is, 1) I'm not out to impress anyone and b) when it gets to dressy occasions like this then you have more potential to clean up you see? There's more of a WOW, you-clean-up-good factor. :D

Yesterday, when I bought the above, my mother seemed pleased enough. I think at times like these, she's always comforted by the fact that her number-first-progeny is in fact able to select nice clothes for herself when the situation calls for it. I.e. I'm always dressed unglam-ly because I don't make an effort, and not because I have no fashion sense. Haha. QED I can actually take care of my image if I want.

Speaking of taking care of myself, today I decided to eat an apple, a packet of milo and half a packet of hot and spicy twisties for lunch because I was a bit carried away browsing at the library today. Which, kids, is an example of NOT taking care of yourself. But I had no idea the library@esplanade had so many scores and cds! I was like having a field day there. But yes, I shudder to think what will happen when I have to move out and find all my own meals. Or worse, what my children will eat. A healthy mix of calabee, jack and jill, roller coasters and pringles maybe. Some pokey for dessert.

4.

My parents decided the other day that they would like to have a barbeque. But my dad may have overestimated when he came home with like $200 of meat. So we basically had to ask this whole bunch of people to come to our house to please please help us to finish the food. Although in the end it turned out well. It was very yummy and it was kinda nice to hang out with friends sort of doing nothing for the afternoon. Yong En finished the whole bowl of corn so we anticipate bowel difficulty for him though. We also took a disturbingly large number of photos of my small chicken soft toy

and videos of LiAnne singing jersey boys. Facebook may well go into overdrive have to shut down when those get uploaded.

Yesterday, LiAnne and I also decided to just go out and eat cake because we both felt like we wanted company for the day. Which was also nice, but that and the barbeque mean we are slowly g r o w i n g. Kegan should have joined us in out fattening adventures because we wanted to celebrate him getting into OCS, but he was at Wild Wild Wet/I can't remember, some other theme park. -.- Which I felt was a poor excuse. Big O bailey's cream cheesecake and rum-filled banarama clearly triumph gay theme parks. Lol.

But to be honest I didn't really mind being rejected, because I have found my life's purpose in the Jersey Boys and Across The Universe soundtracks which I bought after much browsing at Borders. THE MUSIC IS AMAZING. Okay, it's not really a purpose per se, but I could sit here and listen to those two cds for the rest of my life. Or maybe until I memorise them anyways. That's usually when I get sick of cds. When I can replicate them myself. Haha.

Okay, going for dinner now... even though we just barely finished the bbq. Yum.

6.

Tonight was good fun. Although I think LiAnne and I may have been slightly over enthusiatic in debuting our little chipmunk duets (that we always sing in the privacy of our homes) to other human beings. But our "impressive" singing was hardly noticed thanks to the upstage of the year courtesy of Ivan's SpongeBob Sqaurepants reenactments. They weren't even impersonations of the characters. They were actual reenactments of the episodes. "Eeet warse eh loanlee dae ehn beekeenee bawtum.... ". I managed to laugh until I couldn't breathe. Which sent me into sort of fits of hyperventilation, which when combined with the fact that I may have been a bit too excited in telling everyone about how LiAnne and I were going to meet Ethan Hawke on Thursday, may mean that I'm never invited to jam with them again. But that's okay, because Yi Loong and LiAnne have found me a new boyfriend -- this very intense looking ang moh boy's face on one of those wallpaper-poster-adverts in MacDonalds. Yi Loong took a picture and put him on my phone wall paper and wanted to name him Isaiah, but I said that I was the one who was together with him so I had the last say and his name was... ready, ready? Bob. Yi Loong also used my phone to prank call poor Bryan who actually almost agreed to go to Lim Chu Kang tomorrow to get my phone to pass to me. There was also another failed attempt to view my lovely blue IC photo from Yi Loong, who actually got it out of my wallet before I got it back (thanks to LiAnne who just seemed to just smile very serenely as Yi Loong stole my wallet). Speaking of stealing wallets, I found that I totally have a gift for pick pocketting wallets! I managed to steal 1) Ivan's wallet from out of his backpack right when it was on his back and b) LiAnne's wallet from her bag while sitting next to her (okay, well it kinda fell into my lap, but I managed to subtly shove it into my own bag, which I think is still equally impressive) . Clearly a gift. I should develop it, then I wouldn't have to go to university. Holiday FOREVER. :D

7. A WEEK.

I watched Across The Universe today for the first time. Such a brilliant movie. But then I dropped a pencil into our piano, which concerns me slightly and brought me down from my Beatles high a bit because our piano is a grand which means the inside is like warm, so I'm afraid it might rot. :S Tomorrow I'm having a jamming session with LiAnne-slash-Randall-slash-Brian-slash-Bryan-slash-Spruce-slash-Ivan though so the pencil episode is hardly enough to dampened my spirits. I'm a combination of exicited enxious and adopt-the-fetal-position anxious. But it should be really really good. Yay.

9.

Nathan, my nano ipod, has gone missing. Which concerns me. I haven't seen him for like 4 days now. *weeps a little tear

BUT, the distressing situation was well countered by the fact that today was half-price waffles day! Finally. I'm so happy.

I may be developing an addiction.

Also I think my little handshake with my mum when we say goodnight is starting to cement into a thing that we do. Haha. The other night I reached out my hand for kind of a slap down high-five and she shook my hand. And since then she's kinda been doing it every night. Figures.

10.

I was taking a taxi home today and I got this taxi driver who just like TALKED non-stop. I was a combination of "OMG why won't you stop talking??" and "OMG how are you talking non-stop? Impressive." He was really super friendly. First he talked about how cars shouldn't park along roads and how narrow some roads were. Which lead to him talking about how his neck was very painful because he had had to turn his head around to do his however-many-point-turn. Because apparently when you sit in an air-conditioned car for too long your blood clots. Secretly when he said that I wondered why he couldn't just turn off the friggin freezing air-con because it was actually so cold in his taxi his windows were practically fogging up. But in the end I decided on a quiet oh really and an encouraging nod. Which actually turned out to be part of the amazing-ness of his little monologue. I didn't even say anything! Just very neutral "oh really"s and sage-like "oh I see, I see"s. But he then went on to say how meditation really helps pain. And how he was a monk for a while. And how a monk's life is not so easy you know. And that they have dharmas or something. And wait wait, did he go straight? Yes. Okay, and there are worry dharmas and something dharmas and something else dharmas and something something else dharmas. And then he talked about his netts machine. And how you had to be in open spaces. And did I want to try using the netts machine -- it was very good and takes people's money very fast. And then he explained to me why he was taking the route he was taking. And did he turn right here? Yes. Okay, and also did he mention before how fatty and greasy foods really help with the blood clotting. AND THEN he decided he would SHOW me how to do the neck stretching exercises. You tilt your head to the left for 30 seconds, the right for 30 seconds (at this point, YES he is not looking at the road to my horror. Not straight on anyways. But wait, it gets worse.) , up for 30 seconds, and ready ready.... DOWN for 30 seconds. So basically he didn't look at the road almost at all for 2 MINUTES. It was like a scene out of the crazy taxi driver arcade game. I nearly had a heart attack. I also had a Mcwings meal and was sitting in an igloo taxi which, according to Mr. taxi driver, essentially meant I was in prime blood clotting condition. i.e. I really was not in a good condition to receive this extremely stressful situation. He then proceeded to make a series of jokes about teachers being dishonest (lao3 shi1 bu4 lao3 shi2, get it get it? -.- Sigh.) and then tell me that he was very impressed I lived in a house. I should sit in taxis more often. Lol.

11.

Worship went well today I thought. :] I also think I must remember to buy chicken pie tomorrow to bring to Jon's house. We have decided that Kegan can have honey stars (because Jon's... dog really enjoys honey stars) so that there leaves more pie for us. Mua-ha.

12.

Tonight. I. Discovered. The. Joy. That. Is. MAHJONG. I love it so so much. Although I'm particularly crap at it. My intiation into the game largely involved me throwing out tiles accompanied with disappointed yelps of "NO! Don't!" by Linus, who was trying his level best to salvage my game. Still though, so much fun. I'm addicted.

12.

Cause and effect.

If my father hadn't dragged me on the mission trip in 2004 because he wanted "family time" I probably wouldn't have met Lianne. If I hadn't met Lianne, I probably wouldn't have been okay with her going with us to Africa end 2007. If I hadn't spent time with her on that trip, I wouldn't have let myself be comfortable with her. If I hadn't let my guard down, we wouldn't be such good friends now.

New, but related, thread.

If my laptop hadn't crashed yesterday, I wouldn't have needed a new one. If I didn't need a new laptop, I wouldn't have asked Lianne to go get a new laptop with me Friday, Thursday night. If all the above hadn't happened, I wouldn't have asked her to come with me. If I hadn't asked her, she wouldn't have called me back to say she had worship but why don't I come along since I have nothing to do. If she hadn't invited me to worship practice, I wouldn't have gone.

And because I went, I strangely wound up singing. Which I normally never do. Acting I can do, because it's not me. It's my character. Piano, I'm behind a keyboard. But stuff like interviews, vivas, testimonies, SINGING. That's me. I can't stand behind anything and that scares the crap out of me. (Not literally.) With singing, it's my voice. It's not the character I'm playing, or the keyboard I'm playing that's in the forefront. It's... well, me. And while I'm happy to sit at home and boarderline yell-sing, standing in front of people I know but am not necessarily comfortable with is very different. In my mind anyways.

But, yeah. I have no idea what the heck I was doing. I have no idea why I asked. It doesn't fit. It's out of character. But I did it anyways and I don't know. I feel awkwardly comfortable. Like, and I hope this doesn't come out sounding pretentious, I've done something God planned to happen. 5 hours. AHH, I don't know. It's very difficult to explain. I don't share my feelings very often so I'm very unused to this. But this is so overwhelming. I don't know. (I've said that a lot tonight. "I don't know.") I think what it is is the realisation of the fact that I had strayed away. Realisation that what I started getting comfortable with and what I thought was believing and being in the presence of God, when really all it was was being empty.

I feel like laughing to myself because it's was so simple it was almost ridiculous. 5 hours ago I was like meh, whatever (very comprehensive expression. I know.) and now I just feel like all I ever want to do with the rest of my life is to worship Him and stay in His presence. Which I know I knew in theory before but when you feel like songs of worship and words of praise are just about brimming from your lips it's something else. To experience Him is something else. As a point of interest, it's also interesting how the last 5 hours have just drawn my attention away from certain distractions... *raises eyebrow at Lianne, that maybe have been distracting me from really focusing on God. 3 songs later... okay, still distracted. Haha. But at the same time I'm incredibly at peace with myself. And I find myself totally and utterly sure of the fact (another odd thing. I'm never sure of anything. I'm an insecure teenager. Sue me.) that I'm doing this to worship God. Not to impress Randall so he'll let me join his little band. Not to compete with Lianne, because she's so involved in church. Not to appease my mother who has been asking me to pleeeease do SOMETHING with my life. For God. Not all the other distractions at church. But out of wonderment and thanksgiving. Which is a super super big comfort to know, because I know then that I'm NOT distracted. Complicated as that sounds. Those "distractions" at church, then, are a seperate thing from me wanting to go to church. I can know that I have my priorities straight and that I'm am utterly focused on God. And while I'm not a rock, I'm not letting my personal short-term interests interfer with my relationship with God. And it's not even funny how long I've struggled with that.

So, alright. At the end of the day I'm just so glad for today. I'm glad for not being tone deaf. I'm glad for Lianne. I'm glad for Jason and Randall and Kegan. I can't even sleep, I'm like that excited. It wasn't a logical revelation or a rational epiphany of anything. All it was was me singing, and suddenly feeling right. And I really thank and praise God for that. Because while cause and effect rationally explains all that happen, it could have happened any other way. And while that can be non-religiously attributed to conincidence, that's a lot of coincidences that led to me even getting to that worship practice.

For the first time in a long while I feel like I have God in my heart again. :]

14.

AHH. I have been continuously train watching House season 5 for the past 3 days and today I typed in episode 18 and realised that IT HAS YET TO AIR. I feel like an empty shell of myself. Probably how ethan hawke feels without me and Lianne *coughmainlymecough* all the time. I don't think I can carry on without Greg and James (yes, House and Wilson and I are on a first name basis.).

I think I might be getting slightly too involved in the lives of these FICTIONAL characters. Overcompensating for my own miserable excuse of a "life". Today I went for lunch with my grandparents at Raffles City though. Holding hands with them nonetheless. Haha. The three of us are awesome. I realise I am probably far to old too do that but I like it. One time I was holding my mother's hand in public (oh the shame. jk) and we ran into my English teacher at Plaza Singapura, whose reaction was to stare at our held hands and then smile at me quizzically while shuffling in the opposite direction, as if she was thinking "aw, that's cute. But why does your mother still need to hold your hand? Wait, did you take your medicine today?".

And in following with that sentimental habit, I did a "How Romantic Are You?" Quiz on Facebook just then.

Apparently, :
You are a CASUAL ROMANTIC
You have your moments. When the time is right, and the mood is perfect, your best comes out. Your job is to ensure that the time is always right and the mood is always perfect. Control that and you'll be a TIMELESS ROMANTIC.

15.

I think my unfitness has reached epic levels. Today I suddenly felt like I couldn't breathe at the gym and had to lie down because my heart rate was getting too fast from "circuit training" which apparently most middle aged women are able to complete with no issues what so ever.

10 things that are typically me:
1. NOT exercising and grumbling and getting all upset when I have to.
*Point of information: The only reason I go for my gym escapades now is because in a moment of stupidity and weakness I signed for TEN lessons. Which I now realise was a grave, grave.... grave, GRAVE error.
2. Eating. (a sad consequence of having attended boarding school whereby I ravish anything that's vaguely edible)
3. Being unable to shop without gag reflexing.
4. Going into withdrawal without Doctor Who. Although if I divert my attention to other tv series like Bones and House it's not so bad.
5. Lying on fatboy.
6. Singing so loudly they put me in a seperate room.
7. Sleeping past midnight (past past midnight) and waking up after lunch.
8. Leaving my phone and wallet at home.
9. Getting unnaturally excited over motorcycles.
10. Wanting to be "grow up" to be every possible occupation on earth.

16.

V for Vendetta has turned out to be super addicitive and so I've noticed little else in the world these few days. I'll check back into reality when I finish.

ALTHOUGH, as it turns out Lianne and I got super super lucky and have front-row-centre tickets for The Winter's Tale. i.e. Ethan will sure marry us already because we'll be directly in his eyeline right at the front the whole time.

18.

I felt slightly unfulfilled today. While the rest of the nyams+nyamlet in tow went to the kelong, I helped Lianne complete her application form to run for council this whole afternoon, which climaxed in my genius idea of spelling MONKEYS with the first letters of each sentence of her answer to the question: describe the batch of 2010. Twas an idea which both she and I presumptiously assumed was a "brilliant" display of wit. Mistakenly so. When we presented our masterpiece to the world (ie. Yanka, Yi Loong and Uncle Yew Huat) we found that the world failed to share our enthusiasm. But she has thursday until she has to hand it in so she still has time to change it luckily. Although I maintain that it's one of my finer ideas, albeit fueled by Lianne's comment that her cohort was a bunch of monkeys. We just need to find a new sample group, right? Right??!! RIGHT!???!!

I have also begun the stroke-inducing-type-calibre-of-exciting countdown in the title to meeting-slash-marrying Ethan Hawke. I don't actually like him in actual fact. But it's a story to tell the grankids.

Darren also very kindly lent me 2 graphic novels today, which I took home proudly to my parents to prove to them that I do in fact have friends. Although my dad seemed to fail to grasp the concept of the sophistication involved in a graphic novel.

Me: Dad! Darren lent me these 2 graphic novels!
Dad: What's that?
Me: Graphic novels. Like novels but dramatised in pictorial representations of the plot.
Dad: ... So comics lah.
Me: No, they have a story. It's just drawn out in detail. Like storyboards.
Dad: So.... comics lah.

My mother seemed equally unimpressed.

Me: Darren lent me these 2 graphic novels!
Mum: Oh. (pause) Why are you still wearing your sweater? Not hot ah?
Me: Not really. Lianne's house and tanglin club and taka had air con.
Mum: And graphic what?
Me: Graphic novels.
Mum: GRAPHIC??!! (looks alarmed and then at the graphic novels) Oh comic lah.

We watched Slum Dog Millionaire last night. Which I've watched before, but no one else had, so in the spirit of family I went also. Man, I love that show so much. But poor the rest of the family who had to spend the better part of the car ride home listening to me analyising the SWAT codes and the genre and budget and time constraints and stereotypes and representations etc. etc. of the film. Media production and analysis has ruined my life. I can no longer enjoy a show without trying to analyse how the producers intended the film to be read and countering that with negotiated and alternative readings of the "text" and then going on to consider the form and constraints of that form...

My sister and I want to memorise the dance at the end. It will blow your minds, world.

Yesterday I was also super depressed the whole day because it was the opening day of Watchmen, which I'm can't watch. My life is unfulfilled without that show. I still sometimes think about Underworld: Rise of the Lycans and weep a little tear.

BUT BUT BUT, last night my mother passed me this letter from Tattler that offered us tickets to the Gala Opening Night and cocktail reception to The Bridge Project's The Winter Tale. The one with... ready ready. ETHAN HAWKE. Okay, we have to pay a bit, BUT TO MEET ETHAN. And since no one in this household seems to really want to go, Lianne and I are gonna go and try to market ourselves to Ethan (which basically involves much swooning and basically flinging ourselves at him) in the hopes that he'll marry either of us. It's fool-proof man, our plan. Very sophisticated and well thought out.

Although of course we all know he's going to choose me lah.

I'm blogging slightly late tonight because yesterday I very cleverly went to dye my hair blue-black. Which looks okay, since it just looks black. BUT when it's wet, eg when I wash it, the dye runs a bit and turns everything my hair touches slightly blue so I look like a moulting smurf. Hence I kept blogging until after showering so that my hair has time to dry. Anywhos, I went to watch Randall's band, SomethingElse, at far east this evening. They are actually super good. I'm very intimidated and simultaneously somewhat inspired. I think I should practice more. Miss Pang, my old music teacher who still has the misfortune of teaching my father and sister, looked quite sad when she asked me to sight-read a duet for her today. Although that might have just been residue despair from my sister's lesson. (Joking joking. I love my sister. She's awesome. Especially with her trade mark, C-G C-G C-G CGAB left hand. Very... distinct.)

Although I kinda need people to jam with. People who can follow my music. Someone. ANYONE. Haha. Today I was waiting for lunch so I sat at the piano and thought up an awesome piano version of Feel Good (by the Gorillaz? or whatever their name is. The ha ha ha ha ha ha song.) and I played it for my mum and she was like, "huh, what are you playing? Stop, stop, come and eat." And then I was like you are not impressed! So then I was like, no no, I'm determined to show you that you didn't waste your money on piano lessons for me, look how awesome your daughter is! Then I figured maybe she would know viva la vida since she's heard it on the radio a few times and said she liked it. So I played her that, and she was like, "what's that?" So I said coldplay and she was like "eh, you like them ah? Go to their concert lah. Anyway come and eat now. But don't eat too much, okay? You always say you're fat right? Otherwise how to lose weight." -.- Failed attempt at impressing my mum... as usual. Lol. My sister on the other hand, MUCH more simple to impress. You just have to be on your deathbed apparently. She wants to go to the Rod Stewart concert, because I quote "he's going to die already". The same is apparently applicable to Sir Ian Mckellen, whose version of King Leah we apparently did not in fact go to watch because he is the most amazing and awe-inspiring actor with the one of the most depth in delivery and stage presence of this era, as I had mistakenly assumed. No, no. We went because "he's going to die already".

Midweek. Wednesday's child is full of woe, right? Symbollically filled with pain from my aching as a result my little field trips to the gym. I wasn't actually going to blog today, but then we sat down and watched american idol even though I suspect that Mei mei was meant to have been studying for her chem SPA (I love chem pracs!).

Mei mei: Eh, why that guy looks so funny?
Me: Um, he's scott. He's blind.
Mei Mei: .... Oh.

Ryan: "Jorge, from Puerto Rico...."
Mei mei: Is he even allowed in the competition?
(That sounds less funny here, but she really made it sound like he was an illegal immigrant trying to parade as an american. It was almost disgusted.)
Mei mei: And his eyebrows are a bit funny.... he's not blind also right?

For those of you who don't really follow American Idol, there's also this amazing singer called Lil Rounds which is such a cool sounding name. Yet, against the odds, my mother has single-handedly managed to make her name sound aunty.

Mum: What's that singer's name?
Mei and me: Lil Rounds
Mum: (pause) LEE-TERL rounds.

Yet another indistinct day of boredom. Although I did go to the gym this morning (impressive), after which my mother picked me up and asked me how my endomorphins were. -.- When I pointed out that she probably confused animorphs* with endorphins, resulting in some mutant combination of both, she said that she knew that of course LAH, joking only. I told her I see, but secretly I think she was bluffing.
*animorphs: remember those books where the teenagers could like randomly morph into different animals and like save the earth and stuff? Man, I used to love reading those.

Anyway, my "endormorphins" were okay, but going to the gym for an hour managed to tire me so much that I went home and just slept for four hours(not so impressive). And apparently I didn't even do that much according to the trainer helping, who asked me kindly how long I had not exercised for. You could see the pity glazing her eyes when I said 2 years. She then proceeded as encouragingly as possible to tell me that I am super weak. How to join army like this?!

In a slightly more positive direction, I really am slowly becoming slightly more busy. For example, lianne and I might go and watch a movie on sunday after church. Although maybe not since according to her she's very busty (msn), so we'll see how that goes.

That example seems slightly forced in to this entry to me, but I just wanted to mention how busty lianne was. Lol.

And because I have time, let's do more myspace questions.

1. How old will you be in five years?
22.

2. Who did you spend at least 2 hours with today?
My mummy and fat boy.

3. How tall are you?
153cm.

4. What do you look forward to most in the next six weeks?
I have no idea. All my meals?

5. What was the last movie you watched?
New in Town.

6. Who was the last person you called?
My mum. Man, I'm really starting to sound like slightly friendless.

7. Who was the last person to call you?
My... mum. It's just because it's a weekday, I swear! Haha.

8. What was the last text message you recieved?
Card balance.

9. Who was the last person to leave you a voice mail?
Hmm. I'm not sure how to access my voicemail on my new phone. Don't most people just hang up anyways?

10. Do you prefer call or text?
Call.

11. What were you doing at 12am last night?
Reading One Big Damn Puzzler by John Harding.

12. Are your parents married/seperated/divorced?
Married.

13. When was the last time you saw your mum?
Just then at dinner.

14. What colour are your eyes?
Dark brown.

15. Do you own slippers?
Of course lah. I am an aunty through and through.

16. What are you wearing right now?
My Heineken beer t-shirt and brown shorts.

17. What's your favourite christmas song?
I like a lot. Christmas is so fuzzy and marshmallowy. I love it.

18. Where's your favourite place to be?
At home.

19. Where's your least favourite place to be?
At the gym.

20. Africa - New Zealand - Japan?
AFRICA. Man, best holiday ever.

21. Where do you think you'll be in 10 years?
I live by the hour, baby.

22. Do you tan or burn?
Tan.

23. What did you fear was going to get you at night as a child?
Gremlins.

24. What was the last thing that really made you laugh?
Lianne showing me her impression of my "sad" face. Although hearing how Kegan's bunk mate dances around in his underwear singing womaniser every night sometimes in skin coloured underwear is very close competition.

25. How many TVs do you have in your house?
3. But one doesn't get cable.

26. When did you last get into an arguement?
Uni applications. Slaps forehead. Bad times. But I don't enjoy actual arguing very much so I try to avoid it like death. Play arguing is pretty fun though.

27. Do you have a laptop or a desktop computer?
Laptop.

28. What colour are your walls?
Green.

29. How many pillows do you sleep with?
One.

30. What do you like about fall?
It's like air-con temperature.

31. What do you like about winter?
You can just get fat and no one every notices under all those layers.

32. What do you like about summer?
Sunshine.

33. What do you like about spring?
Whaa lao, this is getting tiresome. Please, only one season in singapore. There a lot of green around. Flowers and baby animals all that.

34. Do you sleep with or without clothes on?
WITH.

35. What states have you lived in?
Strangely this question is applicable. Rochester, Minnesota. When I was like 4, for a year.

36. Do you prefer shoes, socks or bare foot?
Depends where. Whatever's the most sensible.

37. Are you a social person?
I prefer to be a quiet until I get to know people better. But yeah, sure.

38. What was the last thing you ate?
Half an apple. Sounds very healthy, right? But actually I had half a glazed donut from donut empire before lah.

39. Have you tried escargo?
YA. It's super yummy. But I wouldn't wanna eat it everyday.

40. What's your favourite ice cream?
Strawberry. But the ones with chunks of actual strawberries in them.

41. What is your favourite dessert?
Baked Alaska.

42. Have you drank a Shirley Temple?
Nope. I've tried drinks before but I haven't actually drunk drunk any alcohol really.

43. What kind of jelly do you like on your PB & J sandwich?
Strawberry.

44. Do you like Chinese food?
Not really. But my family does, so we eat it quite a bit.

45. Do you like coffee?
Once in a while. But caffine keeps me up so not at night.

46. How many glasses of water, a day, do you drink on average?
I haven't really noticed. I shall try to notice one day.

47. What do you drink in the morning?
Soya bean milk or milo.

48. How often do you shower?
Once usually at night. Maybe twice if I'm feeling very free in the morning.

49. Do you sleep on a certain side of the bed?
My bed has no space to sleep on a side. :( But I do tend to sleep on my side.

50. Do you know how to play poker?
I bought a poker for dummies pack once. But I never got round to learning. It looks complicated.

The shame of doing nothing has nodded me in the direction of the somewhat more pride-worthy claim of at least upkeeping a blog. Or some semblance of one anyways. Although what I'm going to wring out of my distinctly activity-less life to fuel my hideous progeny I have no idea.

Those last ones were of my newly furbished study by the way. I like it. My mum and sister evicted me from the real study because I was playing my opera music too loudly.

Also enough nostalgia has set in from uploading those photos for me to brave one of those 50 myspace questions just for old time's sake:

1. Are you wearing a hat?

Um, no. Why would I be wearing a hat??

2. Bottled water, yes or no?

Sure. But I'm fine with like tap water or whatever as well. I have an iron stomach.

3. Do you have a crush on someone right now?

Telling would just take the mystery out of me, wouldn't it. Destroy my femme fatale image that I totally carry off.

4. What kind of laptop do you have?

Sony. Vaio.

5. Do you prefer writing in pen or pencil?

Pencil, but I write in pen more often.

6. Who was the last text message in your phone from?

I have no idea where I've put it at the moment. As usual.

7. What's your favourite season?

Monsoon.

8. Does your best friend have a boyfriend or girlfriend?

I don't really have a best best friend. I have a lot of really good friends though.

9. Do you like them?

Their partners -- I have no idea. I haven't met most of them. But I clearly like my good friends if that's what you're asking.

10. Favourite radio station?

Symphony 92.4. Stop laughing.

11. Type your name into Google. What's the first link that pops up?

If it's just my first name all this random sites about Alyssa Milano (who as a point of interest actually was the inspiration for my name, says my mum. She would know, since she grew me.), if it's with my surname, Abigil Tan's facebook strangely. And full name, the Singapore: Raffles Girls' School Alumni List.

12. What's your favourite song at the moment?

I'm not sure I should admit this on a public website, but Non Ti Fidar, from Mozart's Don Giovanni.

13. Coke or Pepsi?

Coke.

14. Favourite subject at school?

Biology. Although chem comes a super close second.

15. Last concert?

I've... never been to a concert. For shame.

16. Next concert?

Are you going to buy the ticket for me?

17. Last magazine you bought?

I don't really read magazines so I never buy them but I have a subscription to national geographic and time magazine. The last magazine I read was "Motor asia Culture -- Singapore's Leading Bike Magazine" which my dad bought for me. $3 only!

18. Last book you read?

Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister by Gregory Maguire. I'm reading One Big Damn Puzzler by John Harding at the moment.

19. Do you prefer cats or dogs?

Cats.

20. Is there someone you want to punch right now?

Not really. Make love not war right. We just learnt this sunday in lg that we're not suppose to hate and be violent and murder and all that some more.

21. Favourite sports team?

I respect them all for being committed and talented enough to play professionally. Sounds so cheesy but really really.

22. State you most want to visit?

Aiyah, all you americans. Think your country is the world. I don't really want to go anywhere at the moment. I just want to settle back down in singapore for a bit.

23. Are you a MySpace addict?

Facebook is so much better dude.

24. When do you shower?

Before I go to sleep. Or before I go out for a more formal function. Or after the gym.

25. What's your dream job?

Wildlife conservation researcher.

26. What kind of car do you drive?

In Perth, I used to drive a light blue Toyota Corolla. But my dad just bought me a blue Yamaha Spark 135 motorcycle for when I pass my 2B license.... if I pass.

27. What word in the dictionary best decribes you?

I don't think it's fair to choose because I don't really know all of them. I've tried to read the dictionary like a few times now and I never get past A.

28. What's your blog address?

You clearly know if you're here.

29. Worst TV show at the moment?

Moment of Truth.

30. Are you a better talker or listener?

Listener when it comes to serious stuff. But if it's just random stuff then talker. But I tend to only talk about serious stuff to people I'm comfortable which takes me a while so I would say more the second.

31. Do you care about how wins the election?

Sure I did. But I wasn't overly fanatical about it.

32. Who was the most popular kid in your 7th grade class?

I have no idea. I don't think I really noticed who was popular and who wasn't. I'm a bit blur.

33. Are you afraid of ghosts?

No.

34. Is there something lacking in your life right now?

Life can always be different but as long as I am right with God then I lack nothing.

35. What do you miss most about your childhood?

People thinking that I would grow more one day.

36. How many times did it take you to pass your drivers' test?

We shall see.

37. How many kids do you want?

I'm slightly too young to decide at the moment. But i would like to think it would be a mutual decision between my husband and me in any case.

38. Are you a good liar?

Not really.

39. Can you cook?

I'm not very consistent. Sometimes my stuff turns out well and then sometimes it tastes weird.

40. Are you a cheapskate?

I'm not extravagent but I'm not particularly cheap either, I don't think. I'm pretty simple is all.

41.What would you do with a million dollars?

Buy as much doctor who merchandise as I could.

42. Have you been to Disneyworld?

YES. I love disney. I really want to go work as one of the character princesses that come out to meet you except, firstly: I would have to be either jasmine or mulan because I'm asian, which is slightly restrictive and second: Apparently they don't really wash the costumes well so you tend to get like rashes and warts and stuff from them.

43. How much time do you spend online a week?

Far too much.

44. Last time you went bowling?

Early January. I can't remember exactly.

45. Hot or cold weather?

Hot.

46. How many pairs of shoes do you have?

I have more old pairs lying around, but I usually only use the same 4 or 5 pairs.

47. Are you a shop-o-holic?

I hate shopping. It literally makes me nauseous.

48. Where were you yesterday morning at 10.30?

Church.

49. Are you afraid of the dentist?

I'm not really afraid. I just don't enjoy going to get my teeth checked. I don't like health-related

checking in general.

50. Were you bored or entertained by this survey?

Dude, after 4 months of doing nothing, I'm entertained by anything.