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Here is the deal:
1. Put your music player onshuffle.
2. Press forward for each question.
3. Use the song title as the answer to the question.

How am I feeling today?
My Baby Just Cares For Me (Nina Simone) - Nothing about how I'm feeling today, but haha! Boything is thinking of me. And he promised to be nicer (for what, I don't know), so I assume this is oddly appropriate.
/ My baby dont care for shows/ And he dont even care for clothes/ My baby just cares for me

Will i get far in life?
40' (Franz Ferdinand) - Gee, 40 feet. That ain't far by ANY STANDARDS, baby. Except perhaps, a snail.

How do my friends see me?
I Loves You Porgy (Nina Simone) - I love you guys too. Even if you do come up with the most ridiculous nicknames.

Where will I get married?
Take Me Out (Franz Ferdinand) - Oh, I don't ger married. We just go out and have lots of sex, apparently.

What is my best friend's theme song?
The Other Woman (Nina Simone) - I thought this was my song. Geez, Gil, Gil, Gil. You've been suspiciously quiet over the weekend and ignoring me! What have you been up to?

What is the story of my life?
Love Me Or Leave Me (Nina Simone) - Self-explanatory, evidently.
/ I said love me or leave me or let me be lonely/ You won't believe me but I love you only//

What is/was high school like?
I Can't See New York (Tori Amos) - YES.
/ Cause I'm circling round through high clouds falling down//

How can I get ahead in life?
Work Song (Nina Simone) - Oddly appropriate.

What is the best thing about me?
Wednesday (Tori Amos)

What is today going to be like?
Exo-Politics (Muse) - Coincidentally, we're having a model UN meeting today.

What is in store for this weekend?
Knights of Cydonia (Muse) - Ooh. Space cowboys.

What song describes my parent(s)
Feeling Good (Nina Simone) - Considering that they're both retired (well, almost), YEAH MAN. Their lives are damn good.

To describe my grandparents?
Assassin (Muse) - . . .  I suppose if you're talking about the valium-addict, child-abusing grandma.

How is my life going?
Michael (Franz Ferdinand) - I have a mad lust for a gay dancing boy named Michael, apparently.

How does the world see me?
The Dark of the Matinee (Franz Ferdinand) - Thanks, guys, I feel the love. -.-;

Will I have a happy life?
Don't Smoke In Bed (Nina Simone) - So I get into an awful marriage with a sleepyhead who smokes. Happy, indeed.

What do my friends really think of me?
Starlight (Muse) - Awww. Ok guys, I won't emigrate.
/ This ship is taking me far away/ Far away from the memories/ Of the people who care if I live or die//

Do people secretly lust after me?
Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood (Nina Simone) - Hmm, apparently I seduce people without meaning too. (Stares at lyrics) So that's a yes, huh.
/ I'm just a soul who's intentions are good/ Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood//

How can I make myself happy?
Your Cloud (Tori Amos) - Ahh. I must go cloud-gazing, apparently. What.. fun.

What should i do with my life? 
See-Line Woman (Nina Simone) - Become a hooker?! o.O
/ See-Line woman dressed in red/ Make a man want to lose his head//

Will I ever have children?
A Sorta Fairytale (Tori  Amos) - By this song title, we mean that the GAHMEN CAN DREAM but we never get what we wish for, LOL. In short, no.

... You know, crazed durian auntie waving chopper around. Yes, that one. (It's now been un-friendslocked, so.)

Here comes the scene preceeding it. A reworking of an all-too-familiar political scenario in Singapore.

Any resemblance to real persons are entirely intentional.

Today, ___gauche and I wrote in to the Forum. Let's see if our maverick views get published.

So in the afternoon, the Boything hauls himself to my place filled with the Great and Noble Intention of Baking Brownies For Vanessa's Birthday. Gabby decides she wants to tag along and mock my baking skills or rather, lack thereof.

KILROY: I warn you - I cannot bake!
BOYTHING: Nonsense. Under my careful and supervised instruction, we will bake the Perfect Brownie.

Such foreshadowing. At that point, I felt myself overwhelmed with a Sense of Impending Doom. My instincts were not to be proven wrong.

Gab and I hover around uselessly in the kitchen, while the Boything bustles around much like a drill-sergeant in an apron, effectively outdomesticating every female in the room.

Terence came down to say Hi and offer support before it started but due to timing issues, I couldn't catch him in person. Damn. Ohwell. The thought that counts. Thanks, big guy.

I saw Nick in the theatre! (waves) But he left before I could catch him. I heard he missed our performance and caught the St. Joseph's one instead. Well, never mind, thanks for dropping by old chap :)

Suffice to say, though, the stress was apparently turning my hair white (according to my make up artist who squealed "Hey, Kilroy has white hair!")  IN ADDITION to the hair loss. Fan-fucking-tastic. At least the hair loss issue will solve the white hair problem.

Meme ganked from musikisms:

Comment and I will
1 - Tell you why I friended you.
2 - Associate you with a song/film.
3 - Tell a random fact about you.
4 - Tell a first memory about you.
5 - Associate you with a character/pairing.
6 - Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
7 - Tell you my favorite user pic of yours [if it pertains].
8 - In retort, you must spread this disease in your LJ [or blog].

And it'd be fantastic if you could do the same for me :D ETA: Josie was there too! And he, at least, recognised me. (Laughs) Thank you too, Josie.

(Pauses)

A spectacular failure, that is.

As expected, we didn't make it through the first round but hey, I'm quite satisfied with my 18/30 since I had no idea what 3/4 of the paper was about.

(I'm a theatre person, dammit. THEATRE. Talk to me about Stanislavsky or process drama  - do I look like I care about Benioff zones?)

RI goes in and PWNs every one, as per normal. Boring. (Hwa Chong ar Hwa Chong, how could you get kicked out after Round 2?)

Ah yes! The ACJC speakers. Ha. Ha ha ha. Let me give you an example:

Ambrose Sim, President of ACJC Geog Society, goes up to give the welcome speech:
MR SIM: ... and lastly, I'd like to welcome you all to ACJC Geog Works! Hope it WORKS for you.
ENTIRE AUDITORIUM: (Headdesk)

COMPERE: Hope to see you all again at next year's ACJC Geog Quiz! After all, the best is yet to be!

Which reminds me of the time when we had during inter-class banner painting competition and we were brainstorming for a slogan:

"The best is yet to be!"
"Isn't that AC's motto?"
"No, no. The best is yet to be - but now very good already!'

Crisis 1: Nigeria, Somalia & Rwanda (us!) enter Sudan under the flag of the AU on the pretext of restructuring Sudan's oil economy. Never mind that the Sudanese don't want us there. And somehow the Darfur Crisis and the AU peacekeeping force in Darfur got dragged into the debate.

Here follows a summary of the debate. Don't take it seriously.

Nigeria: Lalala.. In ur base, stealin' ur oil!
Sudan: Eh...
Rwanda: In ur base, stealin' ur mineralz!
Sudan: OI!

Then, extremely out of character:

Somalia: OK! We're withdrawing!
Rwanda: Say what? I'm sorry, did you just say you were going to WITHDRAW (when we have all their minerals there for the taking?)
Somalia: (Withdraws troops... ladideedo)
Rwanda: The hell? (Turns to Nigeria) Somalia's withdrawing!
Nigeria: Say WHAT?!? Somalia, are you really withdrawing?
Somalia: Yeah! We have to protect the rights of the Sudanese people! It's wrong to take their resources.
(Pause. Nigeria and Rwanda exchange baffled looks)
Nigeria + Rwanda: ... crazy!

Sudan: We don't want the AU.
Chad: Ok. So who do you want inside your country as peacekeepers? UN?
Sudan: We don't want the UN either.
Chad: So WHO do you want?
Sudan: ... we're not sure yet.
Chad: This is going to be a problem.

Sudan: We think that everybody should respect the Sudan's government's autonomy in controlling its economy! We're doing a great job!
Rwanda: 40% of your people live below the national poverty line and you have a foreign debt exceeding 17 billion US dollars.
Sudan: ....
Rwanda: You see our point.

Chad: We want to add in a third clause to your counter proposal. All countries involved in the crisis should be made accountable to the Sudan War Accountability Tribunal.
Rwanda: Ah?
Chad: SWAT!!!

Crisis 2: Bombings in Thailand are connected to Chinese state-owned companies who produce bomb parts and funding from Saudi Arabian companies. Basically, Thailand talked and talked and... oh yeah, talked. (Monopoly of the floor!) We were the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA ... which is actually a pretty screwed up country to get at present, but well.

USA: Gee. I'm bored. Let's go fight with China.
USA: (stands up and makes provocative speech) "... China is the world's 8th largest exporter or arms. How many of these arms are going to rogue states and terrorist organisations?" (carries on in that vein)
China: Um.. We're willing to do whatever you want us to!
USA: No shit?
China: Yep!
USA: So you are in full support of clause 3 and you're willing to freeze the assets of Huayi Technologies?
China: Sure, why not?
USA: Is there anything, at all, that could serve as a point of contention?
China: Nope.
USA: (Crestfallen)... Damn.

Malaysia: yadda yadda yadda... human rights! Thailand is violating human rights!
Thailand: Duude. Since when did MALAYSIA give a damn about human rights?

But well, I guess it was fruitful. Saw some RMUNers. And yeah, I have a shiny medal. Magpie moment!

Suffice to say, one's expectations were not disappointed and there were even a few surprises! For one, I'm so glad they've done away with the speakers list because honestly, it was an absolute disaster last year. Nobody got to speak when they wanted to and besides, by the time their name had reached the top of the list and it was their turn to approach the podium, most of their points were already redundant.

Ran into familiar faces from HCI (and some new ones!). It was nice to speak to Phang in person! I looked amusedly from afar as Jeremy tried to seize Doralyn's note book. Qihan was as quirky and random as ever.

Qihan: You have this thing about slapping people!
Kilroy: I do not! I'm a pacifist! I am peaceful and gentle.
Qihan: Go on - slap Doralyn on the shoulder. I know you want to!
Kilroy: ...
Jeremy: (observes bemusedly)
Kilroy: Oh, dammit, I am cute and cuddly! Cute and cuddly! Take me home and feed me!

Phang: So how are holidays going?
Kilroy: What holidays?
Phang: EXACTLY!!!

WORD, man. WORD.

Lunch was even funnier. We entered a debate into surnames and then:

Kilroy: Oh, come on. My surname sounds better with his name! Right?
Van, Dora & Qihan: (Disagree vehemently)
Kilroy: Hmph. (Turns to Jeremy indignantly) You agree with me, right?
Jeremy: (Shakes head)
Kilroy: (Pouts)
Jeremy: (Pouts back)
Kilroy: ... I can't win this.

On the train back to TP:

Kilroy: Why is it that we left later than you, but you arrived at the train station later than us?
Jiachen: We went to buy something for Terence.
Kilroy: Ah... say, what's this I hear about Terence and animal porn?
Jiachen: (Bursts out laughing)

As for meeting new people:

Gracemary of Cedar came over to say Hi and I was awed by her statuesque presence. One must look up to her - quite literally. She's a good head taller than me.

But guess who was the biggest surprise? MCDREAMY'S BROTHER.

Kilroy: (sitting at table in lecture hall, twirling pen whimsically) Lalala..
[ACSI delegation enters]
Kilroy: (Looks up) Oh. (Looks back down, continues twirling pen)
[ACSI delegation trundles up stairs]
Kilroy: (stares) Hey, hang on..
[Epiphany strikes!]
Kilroy: OI. ZACH CHOW.
Zach Chow: (Looks up, stops, stunned)
Kilroy: (waves) Hey.
Zach Chow: Hi.
Kilroy: You didn't tell me you were going for RMUN when I saw you yesterday!
Zach Chow: I didn't know myself.
Kilroy: Eh?
Zach Chow: (Grins sheepishly) I only found out last night.
Kilroy: ... right.

Kilroy should go to...

KILROY: I am reading Scandalous poetry.
NICK: You don't have to add the word 'Scandalous' for it's inherent when it comes to you.
KILROY: I'm flattered that you think so!
NICK: . . .
KILROY: Aren't you glad that I'm in a long-term committed relationship and not unleashed on the innocent men and women of SIngapore?
NICK: LOL. Amen to that.

Oh Nick, you naughty thing. Your words make me glow with ecstasy!

Ergo, sexy (or humorous) poetry quotes!

"I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you." - THE JERK, Jeffrey McDaniels

"I don't want you just for your quadratic equations. I'll subtract the square root of your bosom from the radius of our embrace..." - THE WILD COUSIN OF POTPOURRI, Jeffrey McDaniels

"On the scales of desire, your absence weighs more than someone else's presence...."

"Your eyes are so green - one of your parents must be part traffic light." - ABSENCE, Jeffrey McDaniels

"Your eyes remind me of a brickwall about to be hammered by a drunk driver. I'm that driver." - EXILE, Jeffrey McDaniels

The traffic light quote is unadulterated awesome-ness.

KILROY: Tralalalalalala... GOOD MORNING, MY HAPLESS SEATING PARTNER! Isn't the world beautiful today? I love the sky. I love this monastic school and its atrocious colour scheme. I love the birds that sing and the babies that cry and...
HAPLESS SEATING PARTNER: (Wears expression of "So this is how the world ends")
KILROY: And I love low fat whipped cream! For obvious reasons and also because it spreads smoother on skin.
HAPLESS SEATING PARTNER: I... uh...
KILROY: And you know what else I love? CHUNKY PEANUT BUTTER!
HAPLESS SEATING PARTNER: (Bolts in terror to other side of classroom)

Unfortunately, my pesky classmates "burst my bubble" by interrogating me on how I spent Valentines' Day.

PESKY CLASSMATES: (Hover like vultures)
KILROY: Away! Away! Do you think I am going to regale you with tales of my amorous antics?
PESKY CLASSMATES: (Voyeuristic, predatory grins)
KILROY: .... Um, this delegate would like to retract her last statement?
PESKY CLASSMATES: (Circling closer)
KILROY: (Channels Barney) "I love you! You love me!"
PESKY CLASSMATES: (Glare of Dhoom)
KILROY: ... we're a happy family?

Looking around frantically, it struck me that my beloved Wife was not rushing to my rescue! Where was she? On holiday in Bahamas? Stalking Alan Rickman? Downloading episodes of Kyou Kara Maou?

I AM SORRY. I PHAIL AT LIFE.

There are so many things I wanted to do and said I'd do, but I never got around to doing. Apologies apologies apologies.

1. The Valentine's Day Poetry
I do have them searched out. Well, a good number of them, but because I'm pedantic about formatting, it means it'll take quite a bit of time to get it up the way I want it. And I want it to look nice.

So far, the only two I can link are the ones  for snuffly_truffly: Fashion and ___gauche: Eating The Birds
because I stole them off great_poets where the formatting is already nicely arranged as it should be. Happy Valentine's Day~!

2. The SYDA Play
I wanted to send it to you guys, but again, I realise that there were multiple typos and formatting errors. I need to fix that. Once I do, I will post it on this eljay, because dayumn, if it's MY play, I'll do what the hell I want with it. (Under a friendslock, of course.)

3. ESTI - YOUR DRABBLES
I have them. I can't seem to attach them and send them over email. Bloody hell. And evidently, sending it over MSN doesn't work either. By the way, this stuff is belated by ONE YEAR. I phail. So hard.

Disclaimer: NOBODY IS TO TAKE ANYTHING THEY READ PERSONALLY. OR APPLY IT TO ME. OR ANYBODY. It's just pretty words strung together in sets of a 100. Understood?

Right, snapping out of panic mood. I'll be flying to Penang (oh joy, all those smartass relatives) over Chinese New Year weekend. Be back on Wednesday. God save me. Will try and finish things there or come back and rush it, because I don't think I'll have time over the coming week.

OMG STUDENT LEADERS INVEST AND REHEARSALS ARGH ARGH ARGH FUCK FUCK FUCK

Ahem. Do I owe anybody anything else?

There is a Partaaaaaay on tomorrow. A friends' Sweet Sixteen. It is filling me with Immense Dread, resulting in my Blatant Abuse of Caps for Dramatic Effect. I take issue with the entire shebang for a number of reasons:

First and foremost, the invitation comes with the instructions to "Dress to Impress."

KILROY: Impress WHO?
FRIEND: Me.
KILROY: I refuse to be objectified for your viewing pleasure!

I hate dressing up and being made to look nice and all that jazz. I suspect that this is because I am sekritly!Not A Girl. Nor am I a guy, which quite understandably makes things anatomically confusing, so moving along...
Secondly, dancing is on the agenda. I. Don't. Dance. I cannot emphasise this enough.

Thirdly, the lovely ___gauche has abandoned me in favour of another tete-a-tete, with a bunch of young nubile females and cameras. Oh, you traitorous minx. As Elizabeth the First would say: "You have made free with our person!"

I watched the trailer multiple times on Hallmark. So, quote moment!

THE QUEEN IN FULL REGALIA: You have made free with our person! You have moved to touch the sceptre of a prince!
BUMBLING EARL IN QUESTION: Beth, Beth, Beth. You said you loved me!
THE QUEEN IN HER REGAL FURY: ... Oh I did love you.... But I no longer recognise that which I loved. (Screeching) NOW GET HIM OUT OF MY SIGHT! (Struts away)
EARL BEING FORCIBLY DRAGGED AWAY: (Claws helplessly)

Eh, you get the picture. I realise I am getting distracted.

Now, self-indulgent ramblings aside, lets move on to something with actual literary merit!