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Tuesday, July 05, 2005

April 26


Our drama presentation was a flip-flopping whole FORTY minutes long!!

That ought to be a record. Except for the movie that Wes, Cam, and Matt made for Lord of the Flies. I must say, even though I can't seem to recall when this full-length film had its first premier, it was quite the impressive school video project for us 13/14 year-olds. The word "full-length" ought to have shed some light on the work put into it.

But enough about that 2-hour long film. I will not have anything, i repeatm, ANYTHING cover the glorious glamour of the play that I spent 6 hours editing.

Okay, enough credit-whoring. It wasn't that great anyways.

It's actually sort of really stupid. If that sentence made any grammatical sense whatsoever. All I know is that we majorly improvised. But that wasn't bad considering we had 27 whole pages worth of lines. Personnally, I did okay, line-memorization wise. I'm not the best actress. Being able to cry on command isn't all there is to being an actress. Besides, what's the point of being a good actress if I ain't thinking of using that to earn a living? It's all quite contradictory. If you proudly display your superior acting skills to all your "lowly inferiors", surely one day, some paranoid freak will come to question your every move and your every display of emotion.

She's merely acting. they'll say.

Which sort of makes me question if I should cry on command in plays now...

But hey. At least my insane laughter is still genuine. Too bad I can't stop laughing on command.

Dang that Shayan for walking in randomly in the middle of our play and giving us that infamous Shayan look which immediately cracked me up. It didn't help that i had to use a roll of tape as "an expense $50 silver-plated roses". So it sounded something like:

"Here's your... *breathe* Here's your... (let's try that again) Here's your fifty-dol... HAHAHAHAHAH... dollar roses... HAHAHAHAHAHAH"

And what do all my o-so-supporting classmates (esp. Kaitai) do to help me stop laughing?

That's right, ladies and gentlemen, they...

DROP ONTO THE GROUND LAUGHING!!

Wonder if they were laughing with me or laughing at me.

That's seriously pathetic.

***

Seems like the entire day was really pathetic and awkward.

Kaitai was walking me home. (He volunteered. like he always does :D ) And because he couldn't stay, I graciously told him i would humour him by walking him to the Kipling stop, just because I'm the gracious lady that I am.

Or not. More like I just want to see him for another 2 minutes.

But shhhhh... That'll be our little secret :)

Only problem was, I only got my 5 second share of what i had anticipated to be 120 seconds.

Call it male-intuition but Kaitai had long (well... 4 seconds) let go of my hand, before he suddenly pointed in the direction of my building to direct my attention to my sister and good o' dad. Perhaps his amazing baseball senses are paying off.

Hey hey, don't get me wrong. I'm not in the least afraid of my parents finding out. In fact, I'm pretty sure that they know of the fact that me and Kaitai share a close if not intimate relationship. =p

But gee, thanks dad. Thanks for ruining my moment, thanks for making me not say a goodbye to Kaitai... AGAIN!



Throwing you kisses @ 5:13 PM

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Dorcy
Call me Dorce, Dolce, Xi
Im simple
Im deep
Im dumb
Im smart
Im conceited
Im self-aware
Im crazy
Im logical
Im loud
Im quiet
Im unfeeling
Im caring
Im messy
Im lazy
Im everything I love
Im everything I hate.




Feeling Restless
Time 10:28a.m.
Whereabouts Home
Weather Sunny
Wearing Yellow Tank + Green LaSenza PJs
Cash $230 (69 thongs)
Drinking Nothing
Eating Cough Lorenze Lorenge Lozenges
Talking to No one
Listening to Only Hope
To-do Make plans
Doing Thinking
Avoiding High School
Loving Kaitai







10/31/2004 - 11/07/2004
11/07/2004 - 11/14/2004
11/14/2004 - 11/21/2004
11/21/2004 - 11/28/2004
11/28/2004 - 12/05/2004
12/05/2004 - 12/12/2004
12/12/2004 - 12/19/2004
12/19/2004 - 12/26/2004
12/26/2004 - 01/02/2005
01/02/2005 - 01/09/2005
01/09/2005 - 01/16/2005
01/16/2005 - 01/23/2005
01/23/2005 - 01/30/2005
03/06/2005 - 03/13/2005
03/13/2005 - 03/20/2005
03/20/2005 - 03/27/2005
03/27/2005 - 04/03/2005
04/10/2005 - 04/17/2005
04/17/2005 - 04/24/2005
04/24/2005 - 05/01/2005
05/01/2005 - 05/08/2005
05/08/2005 - 05/15/2005
05/15/2005 - 05/22/2005
05/22/2005 - 05/29/2005
05/29/2005 - 06/05/2005
06/12/2005 - 06/19/2005
06/26/2005 - 07/03/2005
07/03/2005 - 07/10/2005
07/10/2005 - 07/17/2005
07/17/2005 - 07/24/2005
07/24/2005 - 07/31/2005
07/31/2005 - 08/07/2005
08/07/2005 - 08/14/2005
08/28/2005 - 09/04/2005
09/04/2005 - 09/11/2005
10/02/2005 - 10/09/2005




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Shannie
'laine
Mel
Bree
Shar
Miv
Mitri



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