Friday, May 12, 2006
I have gotten my 2 CD-RWs back! From my mum who confiscated them because I burned _ into it and lent it to friends and she found out. -.- But whatever. THEY ARE BACK I CAN BURN MUSIC AGAIN! MEEP.
Today I went to Cat's house to
lame arounddo Geog project! Fine la we spent half of it doing other stuff (listening to music, but WE WERE PRODUCTIVE. We almost finished the Hilda Taba table (sorry Nat we didn't know you sent us an email with your research!)! :D Our table not bad ok considering there was only the two of us out of the supposed four. Nat sent us her research though she didn't come (thank youuu), but we only discovered it after we did the table. Who cares, at least she made an effort. I have to leave some things unsaid here because I refuse to comment on them here. *rolls eyes*
Anyway, Cat and I rushed out the stupid table so we could watch Phantom of the Opera movie downstairs!
Out of the sad 1 1/2 hour of the movie that I watched, I liked the Masquerade best. Although the singing in the OCR (musical) was better. Because I thought Phantom was at his most charming (or maybe it's because Gerard Butler made it so) and I liked the twist of events, even in the OCR. Now if PotO came to sg on their world tour I'll want to watch it. But no it's coming in 2007. :/
Speaking of world tours, GREASE IS COMING 26/5 bahhhhh I really want to watch. But my mum hasn't given me a response yet. She's trying to delay, for I don't know what. Wtf I'm planning to go on 27/5 or 28/5, if she doesn't give me a reply soon tickets are going to be sold out. And I'm not planning on watching the matinee, dammit. In short, she doesn't really want to watch it. And she wants to ask my dad! Shit I think if that happens I no hope already lor. Confirm cannot go. Sheesh whatever even if they object I'm going to buy the ticket myself or something.
Anyway. I am bored. ._.
"Division of a fertilized egg is called cleavage."
Courtesy of Ting Liping! It's from her MSN personal message. It's so rubbish and weird in a gross sense. or like gross in a weird sense. Because, ew, can you imagine?
Ok don't imagine.
