On Superstars and Idols

So that Jue Dui Superstar dude came to assembly today. Screaming from the girls ensued, buzzing about in the school hall and then naturally those came with the consequence of Mrs B Lim SCREAMING her head off.

Okay, so we're noisy and we're 'barbaric'... But the bloody whistle?! We're not dogs, you know. Neither are we in an army camp. But I shan't comment further on this issue, because controversy + me = bodes very well. Haha. (But wait! Wait until I get out of Nanhua. Bwahhaahhaha.)

Right, so that Junyang guy came to school supposedly to sing but HEY it was just an offkey verse. Pfft. I don't follow the series but I concede that the female contestant by the name of Kelly has a good voice. I'm just never one to follow reality shows, not after how I followed Survivor: Australia Outback in Primary 6. It was most silly, but fun in its own way, I'll say. That said, I don't see the hype in him coming back, really. All he did was talk about ... Eh, what did he talk about, really? Nothing worth retention, apparently.

What's new, these days, then? Nothing really, common tests left and right, revision all around. I'm getting hyped up over prelims and O Level's, and it's really weird because I'm not one for studying, and here I am wanting the examinations to come closer, already. Big weirding out here.

It's so warm these nights.

But anyway, the main point of this entry is to talk about what will happen if my idol/superstar/the man I love (oh boy)/the admired one (namely Michael Vartan) came to wherever I am (schools, that is) and how I will react.

Not by screaming and jumping about in front of him, of course. Disgracing yourself? Hah, what a way to charm your idol! Instead I'll probably look at him so intently with a wide smile forever plastered to my face. And shoving him with books and papers and pens to let him sign autographs of. (I have pictures of him ready on hand afterall... o_O Don't mean to sound as psychotic as I do, but I've got a small compartment in my folder with his printed pictures). And telling him, coherently and civilly that I love his works and admire him as a person (for Freeze the Disease, his contributions to the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation; and his support for the Pediatric Epilepsy Project) and did I mention how much I love him?

Yeah, that'll be it in front of him. Perhaps get an email address or a number! Now that's a happy thought! Since if he goes to school nobody will really know him except for a selected few, and thus he won't be surrounded with giggling girls... Yeah. Once he's (sadly) gone, I'll squeal and squeal and squeal.

Fantasies are good! Really, they are!