WOOHOO I FINALLY CRACKED THE PASSWORD CODE I'M BACK ON LIVEJOURNAL YAY.

High School Musical 3: Senior Year would have been absolutely fantastic if not for the fact that I was incessantly reminded by the little squealing stnick girls who I have the absolute misfortune of sitting beside, that I was severely overaged to be watching a Disney movie.

Obsessed, pubescent teenage girls make really good halloween scares.
You know, the type who would get their claws on their idols and scream and scream and scream and scream because they just saw their beloved darlings like they've just seen a ghost.
Their public display of devotion was kind of scary, omg. More than not, they were constant reminders that this movie is made for kids and Jolene, what are you doing here. Like how I'm not supposed to play with Barbie anymore. Or be caught shopping at Toys R Us. Or suck my thumb.

Embarrassing?
Yes, very.

Before the movie, there was the preview of the Madagascar 2 movie trailer which drew really scary laughter from them.
Troy Bolton comes out, blue eyes staring intently into the audience: Ooooooooooooooh, ahh (lovesick tone)
Vanessa and Troy have their dance, and the little clique starts to giggle like it was Sesame Street and they were five.
The prom number, and they laugh, cackle, swoon and drool extremely loudly like they were possessed and were in the midst of being exorcised.

I know, Zac Efron is hothothot.
But it's hard to swoon when there are fanatical madly-in-love kids the age of your little sister sitting beside you salivating all over their popcorn. 

Unnerving, freaky and disturbing.

They should have given HSM3 two ratings: General and NC-16, so that self-controlled, highly-disciplined, post-puberty people could engage in some private campy fantasy without being rudely interrupted by the crazed, uninhibited savagery of hormonal teenage girls.

Instead of doing what Xiaoxi did (She says I can't tell anyone that she actually watched the movie thrice. Three times!), I shall wait for the DVD to be out.

And then I'll scream and scream and scream at Zac Efron in the comfort of my own home :D

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Lol.

Phrases like "in a blink of an eye" are sadly not living up to their glorious, overused notoriety because all I write now is expository and I can't fit such stuff in between suggestions to solve negative externalitiesdue to overusage of cars and what not. ( "in a blink of an eye, allocation of resources will be at socially efficient level" is not right)

So pardon me for engaging in some old-school nostalgia.

In a blink of an eye, a school year has just officially ended.

I am in a lets-look-back-and-reminiscene-about-life mood today.

Frankly speaking, the Last Day Of School was unspectacular. Other than the very queer thing that it was a Wednesday.

Last Day of School. Next year you'll return as a senior.

Wow.

Is it me, or the time-dilation fluff that is the theory of relativity, because time seems to fly so fast this year.
Congratulations, Jolene. You've just survived one year of Hwa Chong.
A year that is, well, a hell of a roller-coaster ride: Tumultuous, unpredictable, climatic.
Of a screwed-up body clock pumped with caffeine, sleepless nights and insanity.
Having the luck of escaping RV's very own IP, I've got to say this year was an eye-opener.
Welcome to the microcosm of the real world, with epic-worthy plots of politics, friendships and love.

And I would like to go all sappy and emotional, but I have frigging Project Work to do.
I can't believe I'm screwing up PW big time, but then again, PW is rather an irony.

Wet-blanket, this stupid illogical nonsense that is passed off as an Alevel subject.

Oh well.
THE HOLIDAYS ARE HERE OMG GUYS CAN YOU BELIEVE IT.

:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

My last entry on my ebloggy blog was dated Wednesday, July 02, and three months' absence of incessant moaning and groaning have led fellow dwellings in cyberspace to wonder in glee when and how I died.

Sixteen weeks, as noted by livejournal. This is the longest I've gone cold turkey and omg like a drug addict who can't get his dope I got highly temperamental because I had no other avenue to deposit all this mental sewage pile and constipation in the head is worse than the physical turmoil experienced on a toilet bowl.

My soul-searching journey to discover life (and academic salvation) beyond typing ambivalent sentences has allowed me to appreciate the irrelevant beauty of Mathematical Induction ("What," I demanded from Ms Khee after wasting half a foolscape pad trying to prove funky equation, "is the point of proving that P(k) exists??" ). Weeks after weeks of trying to read between the lines and questioning the wonder of life, exploring the different styles of writing and contemplating the stupidity of humans as exemplified by characters in The Great Gatsby. Along the way, I realised blogging produces positive externalities because the lack of it caused Jolene the Neurotic to be in a grumpycrankystressedoutinsanelypms mode. I began to see shades of Human Geography tutorial moments in me.

Never am I going to not blogging again. Yes, I declare,  I am back :D

Now it's detox, massive literal diarrhoea mudslide ahead.

First things first though, I needed to find a new domain. My bad experience with Ebloggy has left Xiaoxi truimphant, sneering "I told you so".
Blogger sounds so primary school. Then someone earnestly suggested, "lj, lj!"

Btw, "lj" sounds rather crude, especially so if one is a descendant of the Hokkiens.

Livejournal is well, confusing.
The most perplexing thing is how, lj is so schizo and can't decide if it was blogger, facebook, friendster or surveymonkey. I was trying lj out early in the morning and got utterly lost. I am a simple make-your-own-html-post-an-entry type of pig, you see. Lj is complex. The codings for layouts are weird, and the layouts are not pretty. I need to make friends. Oh my gosh. Yes I feel a long ramble coming up for socialnetworking I'm going to do a //

Virtual social networking has never been my forte. Back in the era of Friendster, I managed to hit the 100 friends mark after four long years of Secondary school. Social networking sites like facebook and Friendster remind me of the atrocities of reality.
I am a social recluse. Yes, because my puny social circle is widely publicised on the internet, and draws out my inferiority complex.
My fellow counterparts on facebook have encyopedias of friends. I have a thin fifty-cent jotterbook.
This is depressing. Even the thinly disguised livejournal criticized. "You have only two friends", although I am in a community called 08A10. I realise that doesn't necessary qualify one's friendship with others. To become someone's friend you have to extend an official invitation. Which brings me back to lj. You can't link other people unless you are an "official friend", and his or her entries appear on your friends page. This is amazing. Back in primary school people don't friend you they don't talk to you. Now, you don't flash their entries. Tit-for-that.

I admire everyone else, of the stamina and effort and patience they have that I never will possess.
Browsing through hundreds of profiles, clicking "Add as Friend" and then waiting for the bloody page to load. Two hundred gazillion times. Last night, I exposed myself to the harsh reminder of my pathetic social life by logging into facebook again after like six months, and I had to wait two hours to accept my friends as friends. And I am only halfway through accepting all the requests because it takes extremely long to load. The scary thing about facebook is the number of requests to do other things besides poking. And the pages take freaking long to load. I give up.

So anyway. Guess I'll be trying out lj for now.

Interesting applications. I hum like a country-bumpkin who realises toilets can flush. Automatically.
WOW I CAN EVEN PICK MY MOOD, WHEN WORDS FAIL TO SUFFICE!

I just spent five minutes deciding what mood I'm in now.
I'm tired because I slept at 4, I'm feeling hyper because promos are finally over, I'm feeling excited about OH, I'm feeling sick because I am sick, I'm feeling random because I'm ranting like nobody's business, I'm vexed because my facebook page refuses to load again, I'm confused because I don't know what my emotional status qualify as.

None, or other it is!

You know that feeling of relieve as you open the toilet door in satisfaction, and as you step out of it a pong hits the surroundings but you don't care, because it feels so, so, so good?

Yeah.