Virchow's Cell Theory states that:

1) All cells are derived from pre-existing cells
2) All cells are the most basic components of living matter
3) All cells pass on hereditary information
4) All cells are part of living things
5) All cells are capable of independent living

So if I am a living thing and I am made of cells, why is it when I go watch a damn film by myself, people say I'm abnormal?! I am simply being an independent individual.

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Yesterday I watched Coppola's Youth Without Youth. By myself. It's definitely not a movie I would recommend many. It was extremely deep (Siddharha + time travelling + linguistics anyone?) and I am 100% sure I missed at least 20% or more of the underlying message. Linguistics wise, it was like an orgasm, if you're into that sort of thing. Here is a vague list of the languages spoken (or purported to have spoken) in the film: English, Romanian, German, French, Chinese, Sanskrit, Babylonian and Egyptian. The usage of colours and lush sets was also breathtaking - the acting splendid and the costuming even better. I now have an urge to cut my hair to shoulder length and perm them in tight curls, '40s - '50s style.

After watching the movie, I headed to meet up with Malcolm, Nicholas and PONG at Shaw before heading to his house. There I saw another film, Snatch. It reminded me of Trainspotting crossed with Gangster/violent elements (that is to say, senseless violence aside I liked it). Then we had curry chicken and bread from Golden Pillow which was really good and bummed the rest of the night away antagonising Asyikin on FB chat and MSN.

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Thursday was the day of my last papers, Biology 3 and History 3. It was also the most stressful day ever. I woke up, feeling like dying because of my insomnia and combined lack of sleep over the past few days. I basically sat for my Bio paper, completely stoned. I had to take a break every 5 minutes because my mind couldn't think anymore and I just felt like falling from my chair to the floor. To make things worse, my old symptoms of exam stress visited me again. For the past week or so I've been plauged by excessive strength sapping stomachaches and had been living with a permanent dull pain at my side for some time. Thursday was the ultimate because my stomachache and insomnia left me severely incapacitated. I literally felt like I was dying a slow death. So, fuck all of you who said I was lucky to finish on Thursday and then proceeded to whine about how much your life sucks because you finish 24 hours later. You don't even have papers next week.

As I started writing my 2nd essay for History 3 (out of 3 papers), I felt the knot in my stomach slowly dissipate into nothingness. Now that it's back, I know it will visit me again for the actual IB exams. At least I enjoyed a rather good 8 or so months with reduced stomach problems.

After the papers, I hung about talking to various people before leaving for the bus stop with Wang, Cheam, Jono and Debbie. Jono had Chem to study for and Debbie had to get home early, so in the end just Wang, Cheam and I went to watch a movie. Chiang Ming also joined us. The movie was Stepbrothers. Oh dear God. I felt so repulsed physically and mentally by the leads that for some parts I was beyond amusement. I think I was more horrified than amused :x Meanwhile the 3 guys were laughing like mad, especially Wang who at times was the only person laughing in the cinema. Then the random balls (yes I mean the genitals) and wtf sex scenes came out and I died even further. Admittedly though, disgusting over the top plot and inapproprate crude humour aside, it wasn't a bad movie (or have I just removed every single element there was to the movie?) - just not really my kind of a movie.

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Today I went out with my mother to Vivocity, a change of pace from the usual Orchard Road stretch. I ended up getting a pile of books from Page One:

1) Porno by Irving Welsh
2) Q & A by Vikas Swarup
3) Midnight's Children by Salman Rushdie
4) Real World by Natso Kirino
5) Out by Natsuo Kirino
6) One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest byKen Kesey
7) The Brief Wonderous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz

One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest was a bit of a fluke. For some reason, I had mistaken it for A Clockwork Orange (I suppose it's the connotations of a clock, like cuckoo and clock?). But that's no the best bit. The edition I picked up had cartoons all over. So in my mind I thought it was some absurd graphic comic edition of A Clockwork Orange. My curiosity was piqued and I bought it. Then a while later I realised they were both renowned books, had films modelled after them, but weren't the same thing -_______-

Something I was quite disappointed about was how Page One did not have Lahiri's The Interpreter of Maladies, Naipaul's A House for Mr Biswas or even McEwan's Amsterdam (instead there was an explosion of Atonement). Also, I did not find any other Booker nominees except for Ghosh's Sea of Poppies which I didn't get because it was in that very large first edition size that I hate.

I also rented Mind Your Language from Gramaphone. May the mind rotting begin now!

P.S. for some reason Britney Spear's Born to Make You Happy is stuck in my head now.