Six Feet Under
Happy Belated Birthday, Loser B! My gift to you – A cold from the rain.
Uggghhh my eyes are regurgitating tears everywhere.
Listening to Sia’s Breathe Me makes it even worse, the atmosphere’s so sad and beautiful.
Because.
I just finished watching the last episode of Six Feet Under.
That’s it, it really is the most fantastic show to ever conquer televisions everywhere. I think it may have actually made an impact on my life, it’s that strong and amazing. It’s such a shame they’re putting an end to it after 5 seasons, it should go on forever.
Most tv shows end terribly, you’d be thinking “Shit, what was that?” after the final episode, but not this one. It has such finality, a solemn message about life and death. The entire core theme is about life and death, and that’s how it ended, that’s why it’s so perfect. It makes us realise how mortal we all are, how real death is.
The last few scenes showed the how the future of every character, and the date that they die, while Claire was driving her car in the present.
Like a flashback, except into the future [err... yeah.]
Those scenes were really fantastic, ARGH. I wanna pull my hair out from such perfection, instead it’s crying. It’s so perfect, beautiful, that you cry. It’s this external force of love speaking from thin air, it just exists and it consumes you. Maybe that’s how Christians feel about God, but what do I know.
Err. Sounds kinda of stupid, and currently I look crazy, but really! It’s such a great show, everyone should watch it.
But viewer’s discretion’s advised, there’re gay sex scenes, boobs, dicks, vulgarities etc. I bought all 5 seasons’ DVDs, it’s that good man.
I’ve watched the ending twice and I’m still sobbing, I gonna drown myself in my own body fluid tonight when I rewatch it another 10 times.
Argh I’m beginning to cry again. It’s so saddening.
Oh, and also, if you feel like crying, listen to Gackt’s Last Day on his Seventh Night album. Made me cry like a baby.
It’s Japanese and you won’t understand a thing he says but the entire point is the music itself which will move you. I think next time I’ll make a post about things that will, or might, make you cry. It’s good to cry, get in touch with your feminine side, and release some body fluids.
Anyway, today’s geography paper was crap. It reeks crap. It seeps crap. It spurts crap.
Actually it wasn’t that bad, we just didn’t have enough time to complete it. Who did? Well, none other than Yong G and Yong Quan, the 2 Yongs. Ming Jie even began to cry because there wasn’t enough time. Strange.
I messed up for the grid bearing question too, disgusting. I measured the bearing at the wrong point. Sarah was astonished when she heard my answer of 226 degrees.
Band of blood in the brain.
And of course, Mrs Tan just had to make us stay back till 3pm for her chemistry lesson.
The schedule was even worse than a normal school day, let alone the Friday schedule.
She even tried to work some reverse psychology on us, “If you don’t want to stay, leave please, I’m not forcing you to stay.” Some people actually took what she said and left. OO. Rebel.
Speaking of which, Aiyan and I got caught for ponning P.E. Sarah didn’t, the most prominent one out of our entire gang!
We were all happily hiding in the toilet, hoping that the frizzy haired janitor wouldn’t “catch us” again, when Paula called.
Me: Helloooo?
Paula: Julia? Mr Singh is looking for you and Aiyan!
Me: What? Why? How?
Paula: He was just like, looking through the class list and called out your name and Aiyan’s, and I just said you guys are still changing.
Me: Huh?! How could he randomly pick out our names by coincidence? He doesn’t even recognise who the hell we are, he’s bloody ignorant.
Paula: I don’t know, he just asked where were the both of you.
Me: Oh shit. *speaks to Aiyan* Bal is looking for us. Paula told him that we’re still changing.
Sarah: Oh my god. Is he looking for me?
Aiyan: Oh my god. Why didn’t she just say we were ABSENT?!?!?! Wah lau!
Me: I don’t know! Oh shit lah.
Sarah: Is he looking for me?
Me: *speaking to Paula* Oh damnit, what should we do? Is the whole class waiting?
Paula: Just come down, give him an excuse. No, the class is in the gym.
Sarah: Is he looking for me?!
Me: *speaking to Aiyan* Aiyan, let’s both go down and tell him that I um, had my period, so I stained and we had to go all the way to the ground toilet to buy pads, okay?
Aiyan: But I didn’t bring my P.E shirt!
Me: Oh yah. [The reason why we ponned that P.E session in the first place was because Aiyan forgot to bring her shirt]
Sarah: Is he looking for me?!?!
Me: ARRRGGGHHH
Aiyan: Oh shit what to do?!
Me: Borrow Sarah’s P.E shirt.
Sarah: IS HE LOOKING FOR ME?!
Me: No, he’s not!
Sarah: But my shirt is humongous!
Aiyan: Never mind lah!
Me: Just wear the bloody shirt!
Sarah: Okay I’ll go get the shirt.
Me: *speaking to Paula* Okay, we’ll be there soon.
3 of us: AARGGHHHH *run like headless chickens*
Fragmanted and disjointed conversation by chickens. When Aiyan returned with Sarah’s shirt and changed, she looked so retarded because the shirt was like, 2 sizes too big for her.
Then she said something in the cubicle which calls for doom music: DUN DUN DUUUUN
“SHIT! I’M WEARING MY HOME SHORTS! Oh hey Sarah, your shirt smells nice.”
Sarah: “Oh yeah, all my clothes smell like that.”
-_____-”
She ran out out of the cubicle with Sarah’s shirt and skirt on. So we adjusted the plan and decided that Aiyan should be the one having her period, so she stained her shorts and had to buy pads.
Period does have its advantages when you have a male teacher.
We ran down to the assembly plaza, and Singh was looking around. He actually saw us, but didn’t recognise us.
My jaw practically dragged on the ground. Such an ignorant loser.
So we approached him and told him the period reason. His reaction was doubtful, skeptical. He kept asking us questions, and we realised that the reason why he had called out our names was because our 2.4km run timings weren’t recorded.
He nearly threatened to make us run again [If he did, I swear I would've kicked him in his nuts and run off, screaming, "Pedophile on the loose!" and get him sacked. That's how much I hate running] but thank god he managed to convince him that we did run [Not a lie]
Christ, how shitty. He even said, “I didn’t even see the 2 of you during yesterday’s P.E lesson. Where were you?”
We protested strongly that we were present. The truth was, we really were.
Except we slacked at the area where Bal was unable to find us. So in a way, we sort of ponned P.E, but not exactly either.
He asked, “So, what did we do yesterday?”
“Softball. In the field!” Thank god we went for that lesson.
He still remained doubtful, but I guess our alibi was strong enough.
After all, a man can’t accuse the period cycle, can he, because he doesn’t understand. He should try it sometime.
Sigh, no more ponning sessions for a long time… Only until Bal gets used to our faces then we can resume our sessions, until then, it’ll just be regular P.E.
Shi Xiang’s been ponning his lesson for an entire month and he never noticed. What a great teacher, huh.
And here it is:
