jamming studios are too freaking small - the sound bounces around inside so it can get irritatingly loud, and the worst thing is, after a while you stop noticing it's loud. this is how people lose their hearing. doongdoongdoong. I'd like to have a big studio to play in! afterwards when our alloted time was up, we sat on the railings outside with lijie's acoustic and sang, sang, sang! IF MUSIC BE THE FOOD OF LOVE, PLAY ON! coincidentally, I read the first act of twelfth night on my way home (:

soaked to the marrow yesterday running barefoot to liang court from clarke quay mrt in the pouring, pouring rain. we had a don+udon set then strolled through meidi-ya ogling enormous, bloody, maguro steaks and various other japanese delicacies.

prom is a huge bonfire and after all the fuss all we'll be left with the next morning are a few cinders! and possibly marshmallow glue dried stuck to our dresses, though I shall not be in a dress - no, I am bucking the awful trend, donchaknow. I've been looking at some photos on facebook of other schools' proms - the boys never seem to look sharp, so I hope the guys won't disappoint tomorrow. needless to say, girls are universally better at glamming up, though I probably cannot speak for myself. not looking forward to wearing my shoes ):

THE MUPPETS BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY HAHAHA (: of course it's only funny if you've seen the original!

mama.... mama mama mama! dada?

auntie dina came over last night! :D:D:D made me parade around in what she called (tinged with irony or not, I don't know, but I think no...) my 'killer stilettos', but of course, stilettos are a kind of dagger too - so that's triply meaningful (assuming I could probably kill someone by driving the heel into their chest. it's happened before... on bones!). I'm not sure how high heels have to be to be considered killer though. maybe it means that it's possible to injure/kill oneself falling from that height... which I actually might do since I'm practicing walking in them and I'm always on the brink of just teetering over...

okay, I'll tell ye what is lovely!! that I can get up at 8! and pour out some nature's path muesli (I can tell you honestly - this is the only cereal I've found that somehow manages to straddle the delicate balance between cereal and flour perfectly. and IT TASTES AWESOME!) and drink coffee that's not milky enough to be a caffè latte, or foamy enough to be a cappuccino... I guess you'd have to go with 'cafe au lait' (french: 1 italians: 0!! haha) although I much prefer 'coffee w/ milk' for simplicity. and I'll sit in the garden on our bench and drink and eat and read and commune with nature, all at the same time 8D I've never felt freer. this despite lovegrass that comes up till mid-calf (the lawnmowers haven't come round for ages) and goodly sized monuments of dewy dogshit, which indicates to me that Beauty probably aspires to something like this.

but of course I think it's time to get down to the serious stuff:

1. UCAS crap
2. look for places to volunteer at! I'm quite keen on being a peer tutor
3. sign up for CAPOEIRA (I have been clinging on to this for 6 years, though I've never really had the time for it because of softball)
4. work, possibly!

FREEDOM, KEEP WALKIN'
KEEP ON YOUR TOES AND DON'T STOP TALKIN'

finished lolita on sunday. it's so rich! I think I shall have to read it 2 or more times to really suck out the marrow of it. god, nabokov is so unforgivably talented! what I would give... hahaha. the final bit when humbert goes to kill clare quilty I think is a bit much - I'd rather he didn't! the thought of hh evokes in me an odd mixture of sympathy and repulsion. and I don't know what to make of lolita still... I'd love to read something written from her perspective!

ipod touch came yesterday! so I spent most of the day fiddling with it, trying to jailbreak it... but it's too new a version, so it's not possible to do an untethered jailbreak ): that means it'll restore if it's rebooted, and that's too much trouble so I'm leaving it as it is for now... I REALLY WANTED TO PLAY COOKING MAMA ;_; but, I now have my music back more than ever! plus a little mike installed with the earbuds -> recording yay

my best laid plans for prom outfit have.... altered somewhat and are probably open to further alteration, sigh. I have got a pair of heels that feel like stilts but shall practice walking in them until I'm as skilled as a circus performer (relative to my current capacity for walking in heels). however, my primary concern will probably be playing guitar in them. and zomg how come I have a solo?!! AHH.

post A level days are filled! with fun! and cotton candy clouds! and parfait kittens! :D

we enjoyed a ma la endorphin rush then I was out the next day (albeit to a terrible okonomiyaki), then a trip to m'sia yesterday. I've had a bit of exercise too.

jamming today - strangely, my shoulders really ached from this. we played for nearly 4 hours

followed by jocelyn's party HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOCELYN <- yes you have an honourable mention! I'm very glad we got to celebrate your birthday together (except for naomi's absence) because I think it will be a long while till we all get together for your birthday again - we'll have to celebrate everyone's birthday this coming year because some of us will probably be leaving for uni boooohoooo.

this flurry of activity is prob due to the post-exam/nearly post-exam delirium! I'm sure it will die down sooner or later, then I shall have to write my personal statement and send the list of things about myself - that is apparently the whole measure of my worth thus far - to mr burge. sigh. reality bites.

however, still prom shopping and further jamming sessions to look forward to (if they are to be looked forward to, that is). that is all - I am tired out.

the A levels will be over in a matter of hours! I have mentally projected myself tumbling into all my post-A plans, although I fear they may actually not materialise as quickly as I've imagined them to. in fact, I could have been doing some of those things over the weekend, but the last looming lit (l)paper has been hanging over my plans like an irritating cloud. so I have been sub-consciously (or not...) postponing those things that I think I might want to do, but might actually not end up doing because the reality of it might be that I've invented these yearnings as a way to get through the exams, and so they are means to that end, which may not turn out to be enjoyed as ends in themselves, though I wonder why I'm jinxing them before they have the chance to be set in motion hahaha there's probably some other psychological explanation for that too, then.

hypothetical, omnipotent, (<- I think oxford commas are valid punctuation) and vaguely concerned deity - GAH I WANT TO KNOW EVERYTHING! reveal all please. I shall be waiting in the garden tonight! after the buffet, which I hope turns out better than I expect. to up the chances of that happening, I should expect a terrible evening! but I am sure it will not be so.

I feel one of the worst things in a domestic context is a wet toilet seat. I hate seeing wet toilet seats. it's alright if you're not in a rush to use the toilet, since then you can take time to wipe it dry, but if you're in a hurry you've just got to sit down so that after there's a wet horseshoe around your bum, which you've then got to wipe down but you're not sure what you should do (wipe!) first - it really depends on the degree of wetness, which can range from barely damp to sopping-down-leg but all the intermediate states could be problematic hmmmm. so, I'm pretty certain that this paragraph would make any reader slightly uncomfortable or cause them to imagine anonymous (or otherwise?) butt cheeks (and if they haven't, I hope that the mental image has been induced already :D). it's making me uncomfortable too.

norah jones' new single 'chasing pirates' is a good listen. in fact, I think The Fall is quite a good album overall - a nice departure from her normally sparse acoustic sound. procuring it as I type this!

I thought she was rather irritating in My Blueberry Nights though (I hated rachel weisz's character as well... but natalie portman was great!). stick to your day job, jones! much better :D

have developed a concentration technique where I buy little bags of dried fruit and slowly rehydrate each fruity nubbin in my mouth as I am studying. my mum and I both concurred though, that harvest fields' cranberries have a cockroachy aftertaste D: do not go near.

KI was alright, but one of the short passages was pretty much sound... and there was no way to test the validity of the premises because how can you attack an argument from ignorance!! the long passage was pretty fun though, the two guys who wrote it did the reverse-the-syllogism thing via language. history's over too!

( John Mayer's Battle Studies (yes, I downloaded the leak - sue me!) )

can't wait for A levels to be over!

first paper down already. I did not know how like running an ultramarathon this is! especially if your studying's not done (like mine is not). finishing today's paper was really exhausting. I can't imagine how wed/thurs/fri will be without breaks in between. !!!! today it was as though the 'A' levels (it has so grown in heft and substance that it deserves personification) was giving us all a trial balloon, with 1 day in between (of course, not for everyone) to buffer the shock.

back to studying. could sedate self already. tomorrow will be a fucking long long day.