Saturday, 26 January 2008

i'm submitting to peer pressure and moving to livejournal.

but since my livejournal account has SPOILT...

...okay it didn't spoil, i just forgot my password :P

add a new one please!

finde_siecle

go search dictionary.com. i love the words there. they're so delightfully obscure.

christabel @ 19:14
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Wednesday, 23 January 2008

Homework is piling...

1. Tutorial 12A
2. Assignment 11 (which I strangely haven't received yet, am I supposed to have gotten it? :P)
3. Othello assignment (DUE NEXT MONDAY! *gasp*)
4. Study for econs market structure test
5. Read up for IH term paper
6. Read up for SEA term paper
7. Bloody hell start on both
8. H3 Proposal Draft 2
9. Project Illuminate posters for J1 recruitment
10. Permutation and Combination remedial
11. A whole shitload of modernism and great gatsby notes to plough through
12. Just to top it all off...a nagging reminder that my pnp journal remains at chapter 22

I want to scream, only my brother is having tuition next door and screaming will get my mother screaming at me.

I find that infinitely worse.

Life is slowly seeping away from my body...

I remember that line. I used to have a piece of paper stuck on my wall showing the moods of Snoopy on different days. Monday was a growling snoopy with 'DON'T TALK TO ME' written in bold words across the top. Tuesday was a snoopy crawling, ears folded back, 'Life is slowly seeping away from my body', Wednesday was 'LET ME DIE' and snoopy lying on the ground, apparently dead with a rain cloud over it. Thursday was Snoopy shivering and saying, 'Life is slowly seeping back into my body', Friday was snoopy wagging his tail with ANTICIPATION written along the line of his tail. Weekend was freedom.

Those old days when weekends were still freedom.

I'm not free, man, I'm not free.

SATS is this saturday, I'm going to Singapore American School, like some obscure place where no one seems to be going but me...and cat...*winks*

Then RAP meeting.

Sunday is packed anyway, church in the morning, tuition in the afternoon.

Something's wrong with my life.

I probably won't even get time to finish Silar Marner.

christabel @ 00:58
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Monday, 21 January 2008

A brave pilot is being hailed a hero after saving his whole crew and passengers during an unforeseeable crash landing at Heathrow Airport. Due to the pilot's quick thinking and expert maneuvering, all crew and passengers remained unhurt.

The pilot's surname is Coward.

C'mon, give me a break.



I suddenly feel immensely free. My brother has extra lessons every other day, my sister has bowling training and I have...less than them. It's this strange feeling of coming home and finding no one at home but yourself when usually they'd be making a ruckus.

I think if I go overseas for further studies, I'd be so lonely I'd cry.


Today is the last episode of channel 8's 9pm show. I know the usual crap that Singapore shows are not up to standard, compared to hk/taiwan/korean dramas singapore dramas really suck but this time the 9pm one has got me hooked. I think part of why singapore dramas still keep their allure for me is that sometimes I see these characters on the streets. I saw Tay Ping Hui before. And there's just something special abt seeing characters you're familiar with actually come to life before you.

CT rep training is...

...I shall leave no comment, lest I be expelled from the school for disrespect.


For the Nights I can't Remember by Hedley.

Its a good song.

Go listen.

And for those who can't find something better to do while surfing the web...here's a pretty funny one.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MAP3ZdXeWAk

...hey if not for the fact that the song is pretty funny, I'd even venture to say this guy's voice is pretty nice...

...beats William Hung at any rate.



someone make him famous, please.

christabel @ 03:33
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Monday, 14 January 2008

repeal 377A. the video is awesome -> go watch: http://repeal377a.com/?p=28

life's been a bore hasn't it.

mum agreed to get tickets for WE WILL ROCK YOU. exciting.

i'm changing my tuition so i can go for block cleaning...

...okay no, block cleaning is a lame excuse, its only a one-off thing but i don't want to go for the sat class anymore...

SATs are coming. stress. my practice paper only got 2100. is that good is that bad? c'mon someone tell me.


ahhh here's the highlight of the day...the really quite pointless ct rep training. if my class is perfect can i be excused from the feedback session? i feel a bit silly trying to invent problems the class might have when all the problems are not pertinent. seriously, if our class only has 19 people...how pertinent can problems get? and as far as i'm concerned, our class is a very bonded bunch. we organize class outings and people turn up. we celebrate birthdays (when we remember them). we share notes generously. what's there to be unhappy about?

i shall stop here in case i paint a too angelic reputation for a13b.


school has been quite shit so far.




people need to answer their phones.


i need to wonder what i'm doing blogging when my timetable says i shd be revising math.

christabel @ 01:27
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Monday, 7 January 2008

Pictures of You by The Last Goodnight

This is the clock up on the wall
This is the story of us all
This is the first sound of a new born child before he starts to crawl

This is the war that's never won
This is the soldier and his gun
This is the mother waiting by the phone praying for her son

Pictures of you
Pictures of me
Hung up on your wall for the world to see
Pictures of you
Pictures of me
Remind us all of what we used to be

There is a drug that cures it all
Blocked by the governmental wall
We are the scientists inside the lab just waiting for the call
This earthquake weather has got me shaking
Inside i'm high up and dry

Confess to me
Every secret moment
Every stolen promise you've believed
Confess to me
All that lies between us
All that lies between you and me

We are the boxers in the ring
We are the bells that never sing
There is a title we can't win no matter how hard we must swing



Aw man this song is heaven. I listened to it on loop in Cyprus when taking the 2 hour drives up into the hills, brings back loads of memories.

So school has finally kickstarted. The three days before weekend wasn't school yet, with half the class, it was like having enrichment tuition. But tomorrow tom dick harry will all be back. Welcome to the real world.

There are so many things left undone like post-its all over my brain that I can't tear off.


Garoupa-crowded seas.


Brought my old glasses to try and get them fixed today. Was told that they were beyond repair...ah...so I get a new pair of glasses since the old one's growing moldy (I say with considerable disgust). It is LITERALLY growing mold around the sides. Well the new one is now a bright metallic tangerine colour. Mom says its nice, my brother said I looked too shiny in it, but since Mom's the one paying, it wasn't much of a choice.

My long-time-no-see cousin is one of the top 10 in the country for IB. He got a perfect score. I have hell no idea how they count IB scores but I'm assuming if its perfect, its gotta be bloody damn good. So here we go again, back to the old days when my mom and aunt were comparing scores and wrangling me. Well since he's a year older than me, he always gets to set the standard. But whatever it is, well done sir, now I'll never be able to catch up.


P talk. I don't know. She seemed fine during the talk but there's something about not letting us know about the merger before letting the press know about it that seriously pissed me off and put her in my very bad books. I know I shouldn't have so quickly judged a person I barely knew and never even met but...the merger got me riled. Whatever she says about it, I don't see its point, excuse me for being harsh. What better organisation of syllabi when the integrated programme has already ensured that? Better sharing of sch facilities? hello, we're already side by side. There're alot of strange things going on that I can barely understand.

RGS P was much smarter, she gave it to them man. RGS does not plan to participate in the merger because THEY SEE NO USE, simply put. Of course she had it in nicer terms than I have claimed here but...you go girl.

Saw the junior classes today, got told off by Sowden of course for making noise outside our classroom. Audrey's joining humanz under kung chien wen's class. I hesitate to tell her whether its a good idea or not.

first history lecture with ms ng was scary. Having 58DAYS TO COMMON TEST 1 flashed in your face can be more than just a little intimidating. Of course when she launched full fledge into the lecture there wasn't much time to ooh and aah over how intimidating she was.


So there goes the last day of orientation and really the last day I can procrastinate.

christabel @ 00:40
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Wednesday, 2 January 2008

surprisingly, pre-school-blues were rather low. I guess I've been prepping myself for 2008 for a loooong time now I'm numb to it.

CTs unfortunately got changed. I like alethea lim. Problem is, I liked perry too. ah well. something's gotta give.

Purvis gave the strangest lit lesson I've had in a long time. He spent half the lesson enthusing about his northwestern accent.


so...2008 started roundabout right...hopefully it'll continue in that manner.

christabel @ 05:45
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Monday, 31 December 2007

And so I celebrated the worst new year of my life.

Pardon me, but 2008 is not exactly a year I'm looking forward to. Throw in the reasonably horrid countdown 2008 with spoofs (I won't even dare to call them performances) of Give It To Me, a practically unsingable song by practically tone-deaf singers, a song by Gurmit Singh, yes I said GURMIT SINGH, as in PHUA CHU KANG, ACTOR, GURMIT SINGH with the Deal or No Deal girls, who were never made for dancing, prancing across the stage while singh attempts to belt his heart out.

Agh.

It sounds harsh but if you watched it, you know what I mean.

All I can say is...good effort Singapore.


Thank god hady and taufik saved the day with vocals I could actually hear.

Dinner was nice though. I made it with Mom! Okay, clarification...I murdered potatoes for half an hour and stuck flowers into the floral sponge for a good 45 minutes, ran up and down the stairs telling Mom the spaghetti was soon going to become dough if she didn't take it out of the pot, trying to make the green drink look green and not pee, trying to get my dog to get into the bathtub...

But it turned out all good in the end.

Belated X'mas presents and non-existent birthday presents include a Topshop boxer, mascara that is really pretty but that I'll never wear, an mng halter I'll wear the minute I lose off the ten thousand kilos I gained, a belt made of so many ribbons it'd be a crime to wear it, a bag so small my wallet can't even go in, a watch that's so pretty I can't bear to wear it, a card...*stares at mel*...that I don't dare to put on display, a bottle of sand that I gave to my brother and got it back on my birthday...



...and a lot of expectations to fulfill.

christabel @ 20:33
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