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Holy magic marker wouldja look at that.

Yes I am in San Francisco now, it is ridiculously pretty and easy to get around and has a lot of attractive people and reminds me of Europe, and I am ridiculously deprived of sleep. Since the last time I actually went unconscious was oh, Wednesday Singapore time 1430hrs. Meaning I've been awake for...36 hours wow ~~fuck~~ go me.

My hotel room (http://www.hotelshattuckplaza.com/) is amazing and enormous and smells wonderful, I take back everything I said about lavender not being my favourite scent. It is crazy fantastic when you're so e_e that children cry when they see you (okay, no)

Also prof is going to laugh when he knows that I already kena having to speak up to the concierge at the hotel. YES OUTDOOR VOICE IT SHALL BE.

Okay I'm going to remain awake for the rest of today until after dinner, and then sleep like heck so that I'll be conscious tomorrow for the INTERVIEWS. Let's read some papers! And here's my tentative schedule for tomorrow (so many people!). Sorry my paranoia doesn't allow me to put their names in case someone gets this searching google.

10:15-10:45 –
11:00 -11:30 –
11:45 -12:15 –

1:30-2:00 –
2:15-2:45 –
3:00-3:30 –
3:45-4:15 –

Oh yes the flight here from Tokyo was so turbulent I was standing around waiting for the toilet and my feet left the ground. I guess I was having so much fun (I like air turbulence it is very soothing) that the stewardess sent me right back to my seat, unrelieved, like a naughty child.

The food was pretty good on the flight.

I don't know whether this reveals my age or inner feminity or what, but I really, really prefer James Bond to whasisface.

I mean, I think there's something to be said about the codes, even. 007 is so much nicer than XXX. Reminds me of porno. And I think the tattoo design's crap, anyway.

But past that, I happen to have very fond memories of reading every single James Bond book that Ian Fleming (and now it's been taken up by someone/s else?). I mean, where else can I get my unrealistic dose of spy fantasy? Where the men are suave and are always dressed appropriately for the occasion, and the women are all sex kittens with a 'tude.

And to Mike721, who sent me an email titled "Who else wants a bigger penis???" I think Napoleon would qualify. I think my own is pretty neat already. Who wants a big spongy thing flopping around the front when you can have something that's compact and that much more sensitive?

I mean, really, right? Right?

Skipped biology tutorial. Ha!

Why do I even bother filling the Harvard App? Each year about what? three? students get there. No prizes for guessing from which JC. Even if mine stood I chance, I'm still what? too mediocre to get in.

Frustrated,
Squid

So I decided in a fit of boredom to tidy my notes and tutorials. All of them. Yes. That includes the notes on weathering left over from three years ago when I was taking geography and convinced that I was going to continue to take it ad infinitum and write articles for National Geographic about the intelligence of Great Whites in Australia.

My, my. How some things have changed, and some have ... not.

The way I keep my notes, for instance. Arranged in a stack, unordered, unstapled, and very messed up.

So there I was, and I swear, I was wading in notes about differential equations up to my ankles. I happen to have a pretty big room, all things considered. Now I have worksheets all over the floor, and I can't seem to open my wardrobe, or the door, for that matter, without sending a tsunami of paper toppling everywhere.

If I can finish packing this, I'll see about actually getting to looking at it. Fascinating. Maybe I can do a study on it "Reproductive behaviour of the lesser pencil-streaked messy chem tutorial." Oh yeah.

I'm so hot my shirt is sticking to me. Eesh. And just because I've nothing better to do, my brain was supplying me (unhelpfully) with the word dodder. Why plant parasites in a mammalian brain, I have no idea.

Sorry, Shi-chan. Practicals start week after. And after wrestling with the worksheet monster from the 17th level of hell, I'm going to have to find time to read it.

Mobile battery charging.

Sorry, Alex. I'll reply to you here. Have to pay my phone bills myself, so this is cheaper.

Exam is over, glad. Sucky paper, but since when did NJ not give sucky papers? It's not difficult is you study, but it's more like 3 marks for two pages of working. One gets especially disheartened when one cannot get an answer.

One is going to sleep now. Or eat lunch. Or take medicine. Ah, whatever.

Yay Harpy! Good for you! Four As, a distinction and two merits! ::proceeds to freak out quietly::

And I apologise about the sea tulip thing, I'm not sure about it. We have more in common with bony fish than sharks, but sea tulips are a backbone and some fleshy appendages. Dang it.

I would check it out, but I have a core math exam tomorrow. Heh.

Okay, it is officially panic time.

Shit shit shit shit shit.

Math mocks this saturday, all core syllabus. Math option mocks next week. Practicals and GP the week after. I haven't covered a thing. Prelims in a month and considering how I come home in the evening every day.

Damn it. I'll postpone the writing till after prelims/As????

On another note, humans taste like venison/beef, apparently. A little gamy. The cannibal show that I watched.

And we don't taste like shark. Sharks have too high a concentration of urea in their tissues (the thing in pee) in order to remain osmotically balanced with seawater, that's why shark meat that's untreated tastes like crap (haha). And we're too far away from them in terms of evolution to taste like them....much. They are chondrichthyes.... if I'm not wrong. Cartilaginous fishes. We have more in common with sea tulips than them.

*cough* I was justified. If even horribly nice people like Alex and Xin Wei can get pissed off. What then?! squid.

Darling, will call you. Thinking about the fic you want me to write. Playing song on repeat, and it's lovely, isn't it? Now that both of you have guessed it.

Current Music: Something In Between - Lifehouse

Nope. More recent. Think I bought it yesterday. I know for sure you have that CD in your study. It's English. Hint hint hint hint.

Speaking of which, I pierced my ear. The left one. Twice. At the peak. Ow.

Sorry about that previous entry, I spelt David Peter. A little distracted.

I'm dragging my sister out. The house is getting to me. It's like the walls, they're not closing in. They are just there and going "so what?" at me. If this was a noir movie, they'd be smoking unfiltered Camels and dropping the ashes behind my bed. And the sun. For crying out loud, this is the second nice sunny day in a row. I want a monsoon.

Going to change. Going to scream.

And so, hours later, I make for the bed. Amazing how time flies when you're looking for obscure pictures of the solar system from the top down.

Damn NASA.

Speaking of which, it's true that some proteins coagulate when you add acid to form a jellylike mass. Other than egg white, I mean. It involves me, my cold, and copious amounts of fresh lime juice.

Sometimes I'm just too disgusting for words. As I said. Crossover with WK and Noir. Case in point. Although Alex is good too. Utena with Eva. I still can't get the image of Saionji tumbling after Touga off the hill of cars out of my head.

It's national day and of course, the weather is fucking perfect. Sunny, not too hot (as in everyone dies of heatstroke hot) and so on. I will, of course, spend it cramming assorted subjects, of which the notes, textbooks, ten year series have copulated wildly in a delirious orgy of sex and childbirth.

It just means I can't find anything. Anyway. Shi-chan, call you if I can find the phone, want desperately to do what you're saying. And I'm not going to watch the remaking Singapore thing either. I've had it with Singapore being run like a MNC and I don't want to hear about it.

I have registered for the SAT II. Amazing what one can accomplish with a parent's visa beside me. I only made 52 wrong hits!

Taking: Math IC, Writing, Biology M.

I am sorry, Alex, for being a pain in your ass today. Yes, Minekura Kazuya is God and we should all go kiss her talented fingers. Hakkai!

Shi-chan, if you even come online anymore, I wonder if I could trot on down to school so I could meet up with the teachers? I don't think my JC tutors have any command of english at all. They couldn't write a testimonial to save their lives, had to ask us to jot down nice things about our friends so they could put the crap it. Ha bloody ha. I think the words quiet and hardworking were repeatedly abused.

Meet squid: Formerly of the long (bunned) hair and the Nike Swoosh shoes, in green white and black (yes Alex. I happen to like these colours too).

Now: Adidas (in grey, surprise surprise. I channel school colours) and hair so short it's not going to see the business end of a comb for at least four months.

Pointless, yes. I'm suffering another one of those too-many-things-to-say-and-not-enough-ability to say them. Jann Arden is cool. Not being able to finish studying is not. Using up most of a pen for a single mock exam paper is all the way uncool.

Current Music: Jann Arden - Sleepless

That's it. I host the best parties ever. Tell me who else can make something without liquor, games and decorations work? Me of course. I rock. And now I have a recurring respiratory infection and visible veins at the edge of my eye.

Speaking of which, I must not let my school down! Study!

He's got an awfully nasal voice.

I'm hosting a dinner/surprise party for someone. And I've bought him uh, a liquid lollipop.

Shaddap. I know.

Have to do tidy room now.

Current Music: Ben Folds Five - Fair

Princeton knows I exist. I have sent the UChicago mail. It cost me a dollar. I have new spectacles that are green = my bag = my scrunchie.

There are times when I want to say stuff but my brain chooses not to dwell on anything more than fact because I'm not sure what my opinion is supposed to be. This is one of them.

Just completed my basic information form for UChicago. Will mail it when I mail it.

On the one hand, my mom is so crazy about me getting a scholarship and stuff.

On the other, .... never mind.

Have to go now.

I hate contacts. So there. My eyes are too dry and I have myopia, astigmatism and a lazy right eye (along with the rest of me). Yes, I'm aware that there are toric lenses out there, but I didn't have the time to get them made. Plus my pupils are tiny enough for me to show the whites around my eyes without any effort. It's creepy.

All that gazing into body parts aside.

Alex, tell me about Saturday.

I'm exhausted. Don't know why I've to tell you about the state of my health. Yes.

Update: I have a handphone. Alex, you'll get a message from here.

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