Lalala...

First off, this post has a title that is pure nonsense because I couldn't think of one in such a shortspace of time. I. Am. Supposed. To. Be. Studying. But my self-motivation is running lower than ever so I'll study in I think 5 minutes time... I'll try to.

Now what should I blog about, seeeing as I am so short of ideas at the moment? Oh yeah, there's that drama script I'm supposed to be re-writing because I tried to be smart by altering the original structure of the script given by the teachers... I feel like bashing something together right now because I really thought I'd washed my hands off the whole thing... I blame the brain that told me I could actually try to act smart and succeed at the same time. Wait. That's me! I can see why I really get tired of myself sometimes. >.<

Oh, and then there's the photography workshop thing coming June the 13th...

Iwannagoiwannagoiwannagoiwannago!

And I can't! You know why? Because I will more than likely be on an island off the coast of Sabah when the whole program commences! Why-why-why??!! Of all the workshops that have been offered to me, the one that I would most like to participate in - I hope that Sam will never read my blog otherwise she will breathe down my neck again, or wave that dratted keychain of hers in my face... Sam, I am NOT a quitter! I just lack the ability to speak on what I don't myself believe in... Actually, it's the whole speaking thing that just doesn't work out - this HAD to be THE one that I really, reeeaaalllyyy COULDN'T attend! Someone is making fun of me somewhere because this is clearly not working in my favour. Aagh! And after being picked off a list of around s...

Moving on... before I break down... the debate competition at Swinburne really seemed interesting. Don't get me wrong, I don't regret not going because a person lacking in tuition really can't afford that much time out of school, besides the fact that I get headaches if I sleep so much as a minute after 10 at night. No one has to comment on this, as I have already been laughed at for still having a curfew (which is at 9 by the way...), and I'm still not sure that anyone bother's to read anything I put here anyway.

And I made a startling discovery when I found out just how small a world this is. You see, Teresa when at Swinburne went all out Friendly and began making friends with everyone that so much as breathed until... *thunder sounds and lightning strikes* ... Friendship began showing an ugly side to it. What's more...

(Further details have been withheld and shall remain so until I make sure that I will not cross any lines and Teresa will not skin me...)

Then, there was the shock the other day of watching Adam Lambert in the bottom 2 od American Idol. The shock was a bit like the one I experienced when I saw the crown of the last season going to a pair of hands I thought (and do still think) were undeserving of any glory after an absymal performance in the finale. Like Simon said, the guy with fans that call themselves Cookies and the possessor of the name "David Chu-Chiak", given generously by Dalia's Mum and so aptly suits him, had been knocked out cold by the strong and amazing voice of one-vocal-corded "David Eh-Chu", also given by Dalia's Mum, and I take to mean "David Short-guy", but I could be wrong... what with my command of the Hokkien Language. I have the unique power of speaking in tongues when I open my mouth to speak this common local language. I swear, there is only God who understands what I say at these times. Anyway, where was I?

*eyes skim top of current paragragh*

Ah, yes. The shock. Well, seeing as this whole competition should be based on talents and not on the eccentricities the contestants possess...*quietly remembers one Sanjaya Malakar's performances with sad shake of head*... I really think Adam should win. Whether he is straight, gay, bisexual, transexual or of a totally new sexual disposition, it doesn't really apply much to the context of the competition. I mean, Americans are pretty much the most open minded people on this planet. He is rather...odd, as well, with his style and not always pleasant surprises...*now remembers 'Ring of Fire' with a shudder* ... one can hardly deny his singing abbility. I'm not personally in favour of what is not straight, *twiddles thumbs*, but I am in no position to critic peple on that really. It's just that some should learn from the incident in the Bible that God can do great, and terrible things when ticked off by fickle human nature. Adam is really good actually, and his ego seems to have deflated a little bit over the past weeks, though I deem his choosing of group in the results show a bad, BAD, BAD move. But then again, I'm not American. Maybe they like change (note President Barack Obama) and approve of this turn from goody-two-shoes sitting in the middle of the stage so as not to gain the evil eye from the fans of other contestants so that when those leave, they will remember the love he or she showed their fallen hero/heroine and vote for him/her instead. It's a matter of psychology, I guess. ..(OH my gosh, I did not just type that! clearly, Teresa's many discussions of her new *hem hem* favourite topic is starting to rub off on me).

The shock wasn't as great as when "the Loser was declared the Victor" though, because I didn't catch his performance that night, as I was prepping for a ballet class. Which reminds me, I am free for a whole week!! To study of course. *remembering guiltily my plan on logging off after 5 minutes* I had to base everthing on his previous performances and the other Teresa's most likely biased review of it.

Gee, blogging can really drain the strenghth from your fingers, huh? Espeacially if you specialise in typing with two fingers only. I'm really, really beat!

Well, I think I'm ending this post on quite a note here, seeing as I have once again discovered something new, so the title wasn't really that random, was it?

Oh yeah, saw this on Dalia's shirt yesterday:

Only Boring People Get Bored

So I guess we live in a pur-ree-tee boring world. Yeah?