This entry was created on Monday, October 27, 2008, at 9:13 PM.
LOOOOOOL I JUST CAME BACK FROM WATCHING HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL 3 AND IT WAS SO HILAROUS LOL.
It's so bloody funny how they can break out in songs while playing basketball/up a tree/some random place you wouldn't sing in. It's my first time watching anything of the High School Musical franchise. I had been quite skeptical about the movie, but it was almost as entertaining as a proper comedy. I love comedies wao! I must be thankful that it's far more entertaining than the other musical move Mamamia! and it was worth every cent of my nine dollars.
Funniest scene:Gabriella: TROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOYYYYY~ (Initally I thought she was yelling "OHHHHHHHH~" but then I read somewhere that it was "TROOOOOOOY~" instead and that was fucking hilarous lol! Imagine if you were wearing white virginal flowers in your hair and some white virginal dress looking like you just came out of a virginal garden or something and you see your boyfriend playing basketball and you go "TROOOOOOOY~"; how barmy is that?)
Troy: Right now I can hardly breathe (Duh 'cause I'm playing a damn basketball game here and I've been running for the last 24 minutes!!!)
Gabriella: Ohh, you can do it, just know that I believe
Troy: And that’s all I really need (He looked like he was gonna cry at this part lol gayness!)
Gabriella: Then come on (go and play and stop singing will ya? There's a basketball game going on here!)
Troy: Make me strong; it’s time to turn it up; Game on!
Lyrics with the most numbers:16, 16, 16 minutes left
Better get it done
16, 16, 16 more minutes
Get ready, game on!
16, 16, 16 minutes left
Runnin' out of time
16, 16, 16 more minutes
It’s on the line
16, 16, 16 minutes left
Better get it done
16, 16, 16 more minutes
Till we’re number one!
Let’s Go Team!
Why 16 16 16 16 16 minutes? Why cannot be 15 15 15 minutes or something?
Most incoherent lyrics:Gotta get it inside, down low
In the pain now shoot, score!
We gotta work it together
Gimme the ball
Gimme the ball
Gimme the ball
(Somewhat) coherent translation: Eh give me the ball lah. See you so short you dunno how to shoot leh you gotta get the ball inside down low you know what I'm saying man? Only when I whack you, you in pain then you know how to shoot... But eh you don't want me whack you right? Later you cannot sit for 2 weeks... Aiyah we gotta work it together so gimme the ball okay gimme the ball...
Finally, the real reasons why they look so happy in the poster:
This entry was created on Thursday, October 09, 2008, at 6:33 PM.
Tomorrow Chemistry is the final paper. Then it's freedom and joy and relief and a meal and a movie and all things jolly and happy. Pity it's not to last; structured program coming in a few weeks. Chemistry SPA, too. Oh golly, it's going to be included in our 'O' level marks.
And right now there's a damn black spider on the wall on my left. It keeps moving and I want to squash it with tissue but I'm lazy to take some. So let it roam I shall, but god damn it it's movements are irritating. But it's alright now it's out of my frontal range of sight.
That reminds me, a few months ago I tried to drown some ants in the bathroom. It was an utter failure. I chuck them into the water and every time they merely struggle for moments then pretend to be the floating dead. Then I pick them out and they come back to life. I learnt that, apparently, ants can't drown. I killed them off anyway by squishing them with my fingers.
I taught the same principle would apply to beetles, so the other day I did the same to a brown beetle that flew into the bathroom. It floated pretty well so I submerged it. Struggled for a bit and then it went limp. It's playing dead like the ants, I thought, so I took it out of the water. No movement. I shook it. No movement still.
I simply stared at it as the reality of what I had done began to sunk it. I was a murderer!!! I had killed a beetle I'd never meant to kill!
I have no qualms about decimating ants, but for beetles it was a different matter. They never harm me. They don't crawl over my food. They don't bite. They don't come in armies into my home. They can be played with. They nice, kind, and gentle creatures. Yet, I had unintentionally murdered one in my bathroom.
Sorry, beetle. Rest in peace.
p/s Happy 15th birthday Cindy and Danette!
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