Anne and Gilbert

In a superlatively good mood.

Might have something to do with the song Kiss Me, or the ongoing rain, or the three back-to-back-to-back Criminal Minds episodes last night, or the fact that I didn't get to dream about Reid again but dreamed of Neal Caffrey instead.

Or it could be because of this...

Today there were only four of us in Bible Knowledge class. Today was also the first day I actually really spoke to a boy in my class named Gilbert, who of course also attends confirmation with me, being the same age. And because it was the first time I actually spoke to this Gilbert, I decided to screw up all my courage and tell him why his presence in BK class, together with another one of my BK classmates, a girl, has made me so inexplicably happy these past thirteen months.

You see, Gilbert's name is Gilbert. (Of course.)

The girl's name is Anne.

AKLSAJROUEROUIDSFJLKAJSADSRKJJDFKSDJOF.

Gilbert. And Anne. The only Gilbert I've ever known, and one of the few Annes I do know. In the same class. I remember there was one time last year when Gilbert and Anne sat together. I think I spent the whole of that class fairly wriggling with ecstasy, and I remember it until today. I remember how indescribably delighted I was the first day Gilbert joined our class, and how my mind made the connection instantly.

My most favourite picture of Gilbert Blythe and Anne Shirley ever. From the back of my own copy of Lucy Maud Montgomery's Anne of Green Gables.

This does not mean, of course, that the Gilbert and Anne of my BK class will ever end up getting married with seven kids.

Yes, by now you will have realised that this whole episode is just proof that I am rather mentally unhinged, comparing my BK classmates to literary characters merely because they share the same names. But so sue me. For as long as I attend BK classes for my SPM (yes, I am taking it!), and as long as both Anne and Gilbert are in it, I will continue being the happiest Bible Knowledge student in my class.

P.S. Gilbert (the real one) took what I told him well in his stride. I don't see why my sister thinks I shouldn't have told him when I only just started talking to him, do you?

Kiss Me (She's All That)

I love this song.

Kiss me

Out of the bearded barley

Nightly

Beside the green green grass

Swing swing

Swing the spinning step

You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress

Oh, kiss me

Beneath the milky twilight

Lead me

Out on the moonlit floor

Lift your open hand

Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance

Silver moon's sparkling

So kiss me.

Kiss me

Down by the broken treehouse

Swing me

Upon its hanging tyre

Bring, bring

Bring your flowered hat

We'll take the trail marked on your father's map

Kiss Me, by Sixpence None the Richer.
Lyrics hand-typed.

I love this movie.

She's All That, one of the most popular teen flicks of the very late 90s. Don't judge.

And so of course, I am duly obsessed with this music video.

Quick Wish

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY

22 January

Yeah, so going to school on Saturday really sucked, except for the Hank the waterwaveripplestrobolighted Tank, but skipping out for the rest of the really awesome day made up for it.

Hui Jan's birthday yesterday!

Bob tangkap gambar, but honestly, models should get more creds here.

Because I love this picture.

Happy birthday Ho Hui Jan. You know I love you, you extraordinarily awesome person.

It was a surprise picnic at KLCC park, and it was great! Hui Jan you have amazing friends you know, and kudos most of all to Sze Li who did the majority of the planning! I take my hat off to her hehehe, go Sze Li. There was music, food, drinks, games, getting lost in shopping malls, a lot of chasing guai lou people, picture-taking, fun and LRT ride home. All those ex-Form Fivers haven't changed a bit, still like kids only wan. I had a lot of fun, and Hui Jan says she did.

Credits to Maddie.

I came back home, watched 20 minutes of Criminal Minds, and then to the next event of my busy day: my church's 50th anniversary Chinese dinner.

Angel in disguise Chalystha Lee teman-ed me. I love that girl. Thank you thank you thank you so much for teman-ing me Chalystha, you saved me from an evening of boredom tee hee hee. But it wasn't that bad for you right? We did have fun! My first yee sang of the year with you girl!

For Philip, if you're reading this: Hahahahahahahaha. You know what I'm laughing about.

Criminal Minds S01

Yesterday, in addition to watching the new episode of White Collar, Bones, and NCIS, I watched a Season 1 episode of Criminal Minds. (I went on Wikipedia to read the episode guide so I could choose which earlier episodes to watch.) You see, I only started watching Criminal Minds in about Season 3 or so, so watching Season 1 was a bit of a shock for me. Reid had very, very bad hair, and dressed like a nerd who lives in a library. Garcia too hadn't really developed her sense of fashion yet. Morgan was very mean to Reid, before he started showing a lot more affection towards the our beloved Spencer.

But the greatest shock was Aaron Hotchner.

Hotch used to smile. He used to laugh, make jokes, and in Season 1 I could actually see his eyes - because he wasn't wearing his perpetual frown! And how happily in love he was with Haley, before his work started eating him up! It made me so sad, that I started remembering all the sad things that ruined Hotch's life in the later seasons I'd watched, mainly due to what the Reaper did to him. I came to school today to sit Gan down and make him listen to me tell him the story of Aaron Hotchner's life. I felt so depressed while telling it I nearly cried. I think I even managed to affect him slightly by my very miserable tale. He did offer his standard "It's just a show!" reply, but I pointed out to him that since I spent an average of 24 hours a season watching it, that argument is not really valid. If you want to hear the story (zomg sadist/masochist!), do come let me ruin your day. If you know what I'm talking about, if you're not feeling the slightest bit of empathy right now there is something extremely wrong with you. This is the real reason why I stopped watching Criminal Minds for a while. Not really because of Reid. I guess I just used fangirling over Reid as a way to get over Hotch's story.

Anyway, the episode I watched yesterday was L.D.S.K., S01E06. Spoiler alert! I chose to watch it because I read that Reid failed his gun qualification test, and then was taken hostage together with Hotch. Hoho, it was a very good episode. Not too gory either. (L.D.S.K. stands for Long Distance Serial Killer, which basically means sniping, which is very clean-cut as far as Criminal Minds murderers go.) It was so, so, cute. Morgan tackled Reid to the ground, because poor Reid was the only one who wasn't told that the sniper was about!

"Reid, get down!"

From tumblr.

I felt sad, though, when Hotch had to say a lot of nasty things about Reid and kick him repeatedly while he writhed on the ground. No, not really. (Everything was fine when Reid whipped out Hotch's gun and shot the insane dude in the forehead, execution-style.)

"You alright?"

"Yeah."

"Nice shot."

"I was aiming for his leg."

And then the sad part came.

"I wouldn't have kept kicking but I was afraid you didn't get my plans."

"I got your plan the minute you moved the hostages out of my line of fire."

"Well I hope I didn't hurt you too  badly."

"Hotch, I was a twelve-year-old child prodigy in a Las Vegas public high school. You kick like a nine-year-old girl."

It's sad. It is. Because Reid was a victim of bullying, and bullying is a terrible thing. I've never thought that bullying occurs in my school. Does it? I know all the people in my form - I know the Chinese gang, the Indian gang, the Malay gang (not being racist - that's just the way they're segregated!) and I can't believe that any of them would truly terrorise a smaller kid. Would they? How could anyone be so truly inhuman and cruel?

Aih, extra-long post today to make up for the lack of one this past week.

P.S. Have I mentioned that in every episode of Criminal Minds, one of the characters would quote a wise saying, or a proverb? I live for those quotes. I love them.

A Spencer Reid Fangirl Post

I can't watch Criminal Minds anymore. Not because the many twisted ways of killing multiple people for really sick reasons are starting to get to me. No, it's because I now spend the whole of my forty minutes watching Criminal Minds jumping up and down shrieking ReidReidReidReidReidReidReidReidReidReid, non-stop, at the top of my lungs, which is not healthy for me, the bed, or the ears of those around me.

Dr. Spencer Reid is the most adorable nerd that never existed. First off, he's a genius. He graduated from high school at the age of 12, has a eidetic (photographic) memory, has 27 degrees (still growing) with Ph.Ds in Mathematics (this he got when he was 16), Chemistry and Engineering, B.A.s in Psychology and Sociology, and is working on one in Philosophy. He joined the FBI at the age of 21. He's the only one referred to as "Dr." instead of "Special Agent" because noone in the world would guess that young Reid has all those doctorates. Reid knows everything. He memorises anything he's read immediately, like the whole Bible, chapter and verse number included - he can read 20, 000 words per minute. Need a voice recorder? No fear, Reid is here HAHA.

Reid's FBI co-workers love him as much as I do. He's the youngest, the most gullible, the one they can bully to read through files and memorise them. Noone can watch Criminal Minds without falling in love with Reid.

Click on the pix to find the tumblr site I got them from.

His pals may love bullying him, but...

...they look out for him. (Even though he has his own gun!)

The Reid-Morgan Epic Bromance.

Reid is very inept around current occurrences...

...and around girls...

...but he does have his moments.

Did you know, Reid has no idea what the song "____ and ____, sitting in a tree" means?

All in all, Reid is just adorable beyond belief and I love him very much and I will find a way to start watching Criminal Minds again, maybe while waiting for my heartbreak to heal over Bones and waiting for White Collar Season 2.5(!!!!!) to come out.

Yes, I did my Reid fan post before I did Neal Caffrey, because Reid was there earlier, my thoughts are still in too much of a fangirl frenzy over Neal, and, well, Reid is just that much cuter.

Midweek

DEAR PETER,

I HAVE  MOVED 1.6 MILES

87 RIVERSIDE AVE

XOXO

Neal

"XOXO"
Oh gosh, the details you miss out on when you don't rewatch/reread something.
This is Neal's note to Peter from White Collar S01E01.
SO. CUTE.

Second week of school. I need to finish Interlok soon. Can't stand all this talk going around and me not being able to have an opinion just because reading this book is like cycling uphill backwards without oxygen.

I can't wait for the weekend.

TV shows

Lately, I've been very obsessed by White Collar, but I've been just as obsessed by Bones, Criminal Minds and Merlin in the past. And then I started thinking, hm, what shows do I follow, as in, I watch episode, and what shows do I watch, off and on? I started drawing up a list with individual categories, but they started overlapping and getting me all muddled.

However, before I got confused and gave up, I did manage to see the light a bit. To cut the story short, these are the TV shows I've watched at least two seasons of. In no particular order.

Bones

Criminal Minds

NCIS

CSI: Miami

CSI: NY

CSI

White Collar

Castle

Sue Thomas: FBI

Without A Trace

Family Law

JAG

The Good Wife

Army Wives

Leverage

Glee

The Nanny

Bewitched

Merlin

Okay. Now I've gotten scared. I'm sure if I thought harder I can remember more, (or maybe I left one or two out), but I think this is enough. I've cancelled out a few already, leaving just the TV shows that have to do with the justice system or crime-solving. And I already have thirteen. This is not counting the shows I watch off and on, remember. Haha, but I hardly watch TV!

Honestly though, I don't find this to be a waste of time at all. I've learned things by watching these shows that I'd never have been able to learn otherwise. To me, watching these shows - the first thirteen, at least - are a lot more educational than watching any documentary on the Discovery Channel. It's exactly like reading fictional books as compared to reading an encyclopedia. You learn new things. Learn new words. See characters develop. Widen your scope on the world. All that jazz. I wouldn't be the person I am today without these shows.

*wipes away tears*

One day, I will have to learn how to order my thoughts properly and put them down as words, unlike the garbage of a job I've done with this post.

One day, Jacie. One day.

Babuuun.

SO EXCITED FOR MERENTAS DESA.

I ALWAYS AM. EVERY YEAR. I AM THE MOST ENTHUSIASTIC ONE WAN. HAHAHA.

WENT SWIMMING IN KGNS ON A WHIM THIS AFTERNOON, TO BUILD UP MY STAMINA COUGH COUGH!

Ohmigosh.

I had a thought as I was gasping like a fish out of water in the water just now.

What's my favourite TV show?

Omg so hard to answerrrrr.

It's like, What is your favourite book.

Impossible!

HAHA OKAY BYE GONNA CONTINUE READING INTERLOK NOW DAMN I WISH IT WAS KONSERTO TERAKHIR INSTEAD KONSERTO TERAKHIR WHICH I REREAD ALMOST EVERY YEAR SINCE I STARTED READING IT LIKE FIVE YEARS AGO IS ONE OF MY FAVOURITE BOOKS OF ALL TIME!!!

In case you were wondering, a bimbotic post every once in a while is good for the soul.

Good Day

When I woke up today the rain was pouring down in comforting, sleep-inducing torrents, no, sheets really, in the way that makes you seriously weigh up the consequences of just not leaving your bed and adamantly refusing to go to school. But I got myself to school and fully expected the rain to stop in a while, leaving the rest of the day stuffy and gloomy and hot, but it went on raining and raining and raining and raining!

Things that made today a good day.

I ate breakfast and put in my contacts (accomplishments).

The delightful rain that lasted the whole cooling day, and the way it transformed the view from our class window to something else altogether.

The rush of pure joy when I found out that Mr. Thanabalan wasn't coming into class (meaning no science lesson the whole day!!!)

The satisfaction of telling Pn. Norma I did her stinking work.

The high of searching for Neal Caffrey/Matt Bomer pictures on tumblr yesterday that had yet to wear off.

My very long spell (three days!) of not watching White Collar, ended, yesterday.

Shoving my bee-yoo-ti-ful new file cover (guess who was on it tee hee hee) under everyone's nose and carrying it wherever I went.

I bought my black G1 pen in MidV yesterday and could stop borrowing Nicole's.

It was just me and Kalia at duty again. X)

There was no Add Math today.

Just sitting and talking with the girls about everything from, well, anything, to pig-human hybrids.

Fourth day in a row that marked one of our classmates as absent.

These are just some of the little things you know, that make a day beautiful.

Whoa

How could my mom make me to go out to a mall on a weeknight when I didn't want to.

On the way back, I brought up the discussion we had in Datin Kokilam's class on religion, and spoke my mind on one issue in particular about Christianity. This led to a debate of sorts between my father - who raises his voice when making a point - and I - who as a teenager will instinctively retaliate in kind - which went on long after my mother cut in with an equally loud "shut up". 

Hahaha, such family discussions are healthy ones to have every once in a while.

I'm only so cheery because this one was a rarity and actually ended with a mutual back-down.

Gasp.

Gonna watch White Collar now. Omg was in withdrawal weyh. Three days never watch, like three days without... sunlight.

Addict.

P.S. Loving tumblr because of all the Matt Bomer pictures.

School Again

School's back in, and everything's the same.

Well, not everything, but there's still that comfortable sense of familiarity which, more than anything, I will miss when we leave. My classmates and I have slipped back into our old routine as easily as one slips into the same pair of shoes each day.

A Form 5 student? Me? No way. I don't feel like one. The great big

SPM = 10A+

left behind by the previous 5A students is annoying, but surprisingly easy to ignore. We had far more "SPM lectures" from the teachers when we started Form 4 as compared to this year.

And no, I am not taking English Literature for SPM. I know it's a waste. You don't need to tell me anymore. Who's the one it will be a waste for? Me. I know.

Sigh. I suppose I'll have to decide whether or not to really take Bible Knowledge soon enough.

I miss Hui Jan and Bob, and the knowing that there is a whole entire form occupying the floor above you.