the pursuit of happyness

2008-01-26T19:14:00.001-08:00

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.

2008-01-23T00:58:00.000-08:00

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.

2008-01-21T03:33:00.001-08:00

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.

2008-01-14T01:27:00.000-08:00

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.

2008-01-07T00:40:00.000-08:00

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.

first day of school

2008-01-02T05:45:00.000-08:00

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.

2007-12-31T20:33:00.001-08:00

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.

2007-12-29T01:30:00.000-08:00

Birthday.

Oh well, one of my more rather uneventful birthdays. Considering birthday is usually spent overseas, birthday in Singapore (and three-quarters of the day at home) is unassuming. But I liked it. And that's really all that matters isn't it?

Mom and Dad brought me to Pete's Place (go there sometime, buffet is at $26 pax and its really worth every penny) so I skipped breakfast and skipped my usual brunch snack to save all the stomach for it. Which resulted in me stuffing myself like a bloody fat pig. But well, compared to Cyprus's meals of fish

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Sorry folks, above is what I typed before I left for the theatres so I have absolutely no idea what I was planning to yak about next so DEAL WITH IT.

Just finished 'I Am Legend' and loved it tremendously. Its a good show. I thought it'd be a little dry especially since he's the last man on earth but they didn't go draggy about his everyday life as the last man on earth and there was always enough action to keep me jumping off my seat. Will Smith acts brilliantly. Somebody pass the man an Oscar for this one AT LEAST.

And watching the show in the front room with all those flesh-eating people looming in front of me and the doctor shooting right into my face is just...argh.

I just got the letter from the new principal. I'll miss hodge. And his bald head jokes. I found the phrase 'group personal accident plan' a little contradictory though. Its both group, and at the same time personal. Nice.

oh well. welcome 2008, year of the a levels, pure torture.

I welcome you with open arms.

2007-12-25T00:45:00.000-08:00

I can't believe its Christmas.

Flew in from Dubai this afternoon after a LONG...GRUELLING...night flight. I hate night flights. Left Larnaca at 7:40 pm local time, reached Dubai at midnight, boarded another plane at 2:45 am Dubai time, reached Singapore 7 hours later at 2:45 pm Singapore time. Just imagine.

Cyprus was wonderful. I really should savour every moment of it, considering that Dad will probably not go anywhere further than Cyprus. And this trip was a special case because we've been nagging about it for over 5 years. I suppose to visit there again would take another 5 years of nagging.

Memories came back in little snatches. The last time I was there, I was reasonably little so my most vivid memories were obviously of the school, considering that that was the place I feared and hated the most. Heritage International School. It moved. From the city to the outskirts of Cyprus so its a really gorgeous compound that overlooks Cyprus's hilly countryside. Its situated on top of one of the hills so you really get a panaromic view. The principal is still there, ten years and he's still working there, and he remembers me! Probably because, according to him, me, my sister and Hannah and Joshua were the last Chinese kids that stepped into his school. The last Asian he remembered was Myanmese but not Chinese. Mr Butcher. He looks really unfamiliar now because he's bald. He actually brought me to meet some of my ex-classmates. But everybody was so small, I could only remember names, not faces. Olga, the Russian girl was still studying in the school. She was quiet and I didn't really like her then because she looked so fierce. Then there was Dragon, the Russian boy with all that curly hair. They didn't remember me so...ah well.

Went up to Mount Troodos but failed to catch snow. Whatever snow there was were in little pools at the roadside and muddy like anything so strictly no snowballing. We visited ALOT of villages. The first one was Vasa. Dad was heading up to Arsos but he got lost and ended up in Vasa. The villages are amazing. Really old ancient villages with cobblestone streets and roads barely wide enough for an ox-cart. Driving in there is amazingly claustrophobic and you can't park your car because there's absolutely nowhere to park. At Vasa my dad was asking directions and approached this old man pushing a wheelbarrow. It ended up Dad helping the old man push the wheelbarrow. So okay Dad decides this old man doesn't know what in the bloody world he's talking about and goes off. The old man follows, and proceeds to open our car door and get inside. Amazing. The look on Dad's face was priceless. He just very conveniently sat his bum in the car. How crazy is that? And we couldn't get him to go out. We had to drive him to the nearby tavern and ask someone to tell him to get lost in Greek.

Bloody hell.

We visited Angela in Arsos, dad's ex-admin manager. She's a nice lady, grandmother already and she has this gorgeous house up in Arsos, one of the larger villages, famous for their wine. And around her house she has a vineyard where she harvests the wine grapes every year and makes a little bit of wine and suzuku. Suzuku (this is definitely not how you spell it) is this treat where they have almond nuts, strung together, then dipped repeatedly in mashed up wine grapes so there's a layer of gooey mashed up grape around the almonds and it tastes heavenly. She has fresh almonds and cashew nuts. In the summer she grows lots of tomatoes and vegetables and parsleys and in the winter she grows cabbages and broccoli and cauliflower. She literally cooks out of her own backyard its so amazing. And the view from her house is...just...wow. You have long stretches of grape vines, short little trees, a few almond trees dotting the perimeter and ahead the Cypriot mountain range. Its so amazing, I've never even dreamed of a house like that.

Then we went to our old house, now the landlord stays in it, Gregory and Sylvia. Sylvia's british, Gregory's cypriot but they both stay in London most of the time. Sylvia's already his second wife and he's got three kids, one with sylvia, two with the ex. Cypriot hospitality is amazing. They insist you have at least one afternoon just talking to them over tea and coffee and they'll treat you to one meal. Same thing with Angela. She treated us to Greek food. It was SO GOOD. The souvla. Barbecued pork and chicken. I miss it already. Anyway, back to Gregory and Sylvia. We roamed around the house, he's changed quite a bit of it already, it looks much nicer now and I still am trying to grapple with the fact that I stayed in a house with a beautiful seaview in front and mountain view behind for one whole year and never noticed. Then he brought us out to have fish meze at Trata, a local fish place. I love their fish meze. Meze means mix so fish meze is a mix of different fish dishes, greek meze is a mix of different greek dishes. Its really good, only thing the fish they eat is like the fish they use as bait here in Singapore, my god is it tiny. I've never seen tinier creatures. And the best part is, you can't eat the bones with the fish because it chokes you, its one of those nasty little things that won't even let you have your way even when they're dead. So you have to peel out the tiny little bones and scrape out the tiny little flesh...its a skill, I tell you.

Third family we went to visit...Dad's ex-boss. This hugely rich guy with a son and daughter. Emilia is 21, Nicholas is 18. Their house is HUGE with a capital H. They have a spa in the basement, a LARGE swimming pool, huge rooms, a bloody big kitchen and four dogs. W-O-W. We spent the most time with this family because Victor really liked Dad and kept inviting him back and my Dad, being the nice Dad he is, never refuses so we were forever hanging around the Papadoopuluses. Don't you like their surname. Dad's other colleague's surname was Kiliriakos. Sounds like the name of a cuckoo bird. Back to Victor. His children are crazy. Wild. Emilia and Nicholas both go out at 10 pm at night and return at 4-5am in the morning at different times, Emilia dishevelled and Nicholas half-drunk. !! I think if I did that in Singapore mom would have my head. They're both in university. Emilia's in Leeds, her brother in Manchester. Well both couldn't STOP talking about their universities soo...must be great.

I'm tired.

Christmas shouldn't be this tiring.

well...MERRY CHRISTMAS FOLKS.

2007-12-04T03:30:00.000-08:00

Another happy day. This morning it was at the grand palace. King's birthday is going to be celebrated tomorrow so the palace is all nice and done up in yellow, the king's colour. Its really quite gorgeous, reminds me a lot of the architecture in india actually, except there's a LOT of gold. So everywhere is shimmering and shining and looking reasonably gaudy but it was a good trip. I think both grandmas really liked it, especially with all the opportunity to get good luck. The emerald buddha was quite fascinating, except for the fact I was expecting something grand and big like the reclining buddha in wat po...the emerald buddha is...well...reasonably tiny and placed so high up you can barely see him. The best part is, he gets to wear different clothes for different seasons (clothes made out of gold leaves btw) and the king changes the clothes for the emerald buddha everytime the season changes. Now buddha's wearing this really fashionable overcoat made out of a little gold netting with small gold trousers.

I love it.

Then it was shopping at platinum plaza. Finally some place that beats MBK. Its like a huge warehouse with different stores so at every store you get a discount if you buy at least 3 pieces...which was just nice for my mom, me and my sis. We shopped for four hours straight and now I'm deadbeat from all the haggling and running around and trying to flag down a taxi...woah. But it was a good buy. We bought decent jackets (trenchcoat looking jackets) for 150 baht (app. $6), ear rings for 50 baht ($2), pretty white tailored pants for 200 baht ($8), shoes for 100 baht ($4)...the list goes on. There are really pretty nice stuff out there.

The next highlight just HAD to be the taxi ride.

1. The radio was constantly playing this droning voice in Thai which we later guessed to be the King's speech. He's a really old man but he sounds like LKY. I like the King, he's a good man but I can't understand a word of what he was saying and kept nodding off as a result.

2. The driver was freaking nuts, he was speeding faster than a train, zooming around, turning and driving my sister and me into a corner of the taxi with the shopping all over us.

3. Then the driver started crying. CRYING. I think the King said something really touching or something. But he burst out into tears...

...and continued speeding like a crazy maniac.

4. Then we told him to go to Somerset. So-mer-set. When we finally pointed out the building to him, dejavu hit him and he went, 'OH....TOMERTET.' Then we pointed to Conrad hotel and he went, 'Conlad'. My mum said, 'Yes, Conrad'. He shakes his head and makes us pronounce after him...'CON-LLLL-AD'.

Anyway. Now's off for a nice dinner at Thaan Rim Pay. Which reminds me of last night's dinner, eaten with Sam, dad's business partner (since ultimately this is supposed to be dad's business trip we get to be entertained by dad's various business people). He brought us to this restaurant in China town. And the food was...erh...definitely not Chinese. I'd parallel the experience to eating Chinese food in India.

Just imagine.

2007-12-03T02:35:00.000-08:00

Omg free internet. Thank you Somerset.

The second day in Bangkok.

My sister and I each take charge of one old lady, I chose the easier old lady, more because I can't understand her and she can't understand me therefore she doesn't talk much. I sound extremely mean. Anyway, on the plane was between the two of them anyway, since my sis had to sit with my brother and my parents got upgraded to business class. She asked the stewardess for a blanketbut didn't want to break open the plastic. Then she put on her headphones but didn't want to hear the music. She just wanted her headphones on. I was seriously amused.

Last night's dinner was DEEEELICIOUS. An Italian restaurant near Saladaeng called Zamfoulti (or something along those lines). 250 baht for one pizza and 230 baht for a pasta and its a HIGH CLASS italian joint. It was really good. I think I over-ate a little, probably what inspired me to wake up early this morning to GO TO THE GYM (ripley's believe it or not). And play tennis about 10 stories above ground level. Its rather challenging to keep your ball in the court since the fences around the court aren't very high. Imagine if a ball goes over. Hohoho, merry christmas.

9 am we left for Wat Po. We got a tour for 6 of us at 500 baht apparently because its the King's birthday on 5th Dec. So we get a city tour discounted by the government. The tour guide was exuberating about the joy of celebrating the birthday with the King. Apparently on different days of the week they have different colours, not all thais adhere to the colours of course but its just there. So Monday's colour is yellow, the King's colour and Friday's colour is blue, the Queen's colour. Recently the most favoured colour was pink, apparently because the King came out of hospital in a pink shirt. The guide was wearing a proud pink shirt. He's started a fashion revolution.

We only visited one temple, partly because of a lack of time and also because, well we spent way lots of time in Wat Po, bangkok's oldest and biggest temple. Its a real pretty temple because you walk in and get greeted by the sights of tons and tons of steeples. There are only 5 BIG steeples for the 5 rama kings but there are a lot of other smaller steeples for rich people, as long as they pay they get an approximately 2m steeple.

Both grandma's went a-praying and my brother asked my maternal grandma why she didn't buy the chopsticks to stick into the sand o.O

That's only the beginning of all the hilarious jokes. My paternal grandma is rather religious so she went around pressing her hands together and praying to the statues around the temple that were of different warriors and gods. It took us a while to convince her that one particular statue was not tua pei gong (literally translated to big granduncle) but Marco Polo. She was asking Marco Polo for good luck and a blessed life. Wow. Maybe at that point in time she should have offered him chopsticks.

After that, because the tour is so heavily subsidized by the Thai government, we had to go visit all those really expensive shops run by the Thai government (they claim these are warehouses) where we have to sit down and listen to them offer you the most expensive things that they can possibly sell. First it was the jewellery store. Really pretty stuff and really pretty prices. Then there was the tailor's. The tailors' was worse. Sometimes its really great if you don't understand each other, by law of nature you therefore tend not to communicate. The jewellery store people couldn't really understand them so we just kept smiling fakely at each other and that was that. This tailor had largely thai-chinese, thai-indian staff and tailors and their english was superb. This guy was close to suggesting that I refurbish my whole wardrobe with thai silk blouses and cashmere trousers. Then swiftly follows the 'Where are you from?' question. 'Where are you from? China?' When I nod he laughs and asks what language we spoke...

...Tamil.

I had such an incredulous look on my face I think he thought that I didn't understand him so he repeated his question. 'People in China speak...speak what?' I wonder what would happen if I had said, 'we speak Thai'. He'd probably have happily blurbed in Thai to me. Then he continued to say his ancestors were from China, thats why his skin is very fair. 'And Thai people speak...speak what?' He laughs and says 'Thai' very confidently.

I left quickly before I risked laughing into his face.

Finally we get released from this absolutely useless shopping spree and go to MBK shopping centre for lunch. Dad can close his eyes and still find his way around, knows what best to order and what best to eat and buy. Both grandmas buy 11 tubes of Counter-pain medicine because its $2 cheaper than those sold in Singapore. My paternal grandma keeps thinking someone's going to steal her stuff and clutches her handbag so tight it makes her probably more susceptible to robbers than someone who just lets it swing.

Then we go for massage. After the massage both grandmas began doing aerobics for me to show me that the massage was really good and allowed them a lot more flexibility. And when my paternal grandma's happy she talks rapidly in hokkien of which I understand only bits and pieces of and when she asks a question I can't reply and can only gesture. She's partially deaf anyway so if I do reply, she never hears me. My mom insists she's not partially deaf, she suffers from a syndrome called 'selective hearing'.

Hear only the good stuff.

She should star in the mediacorp radio advertisement, she wouldn't even need to act.

What a loooong post. :)) Notice how I take advantage of the ABSOLUTELY FREE internet here. Love it!!

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2007-11-30T00:39:00.000-08:00

Y-visit today. Got up early in the morning, realized it wasn't early at all then raced into the bedroom to wake my dad up so he could give me a lift. Turns out I reached there 15 minutes early.

Got on the bus to get to the COH at 9:30. They never actually explained what those long acronyms meant, made me even more aware of Singaporean's annoying tendency to transform everything into mere acronyms. Like what is ADSSCEM? Oh...a building next to COH. We just need to take the PIE from YMCA and soon we'll be there. *slaps forehead* ANYWAY, I digress. We arrived in the middle of their singspiration...christmas songs! With all the people there clapping out of beat, it was quite a boisterous event. And the guy who shook hands with the whole delegation four times, because he felt like it. He went away putting a hand on his heart and repeating gen's name again and again. Hehehehe.

Had breakfast with them, where we met our buddies. My buddy was Pee Hay, I highly doubt the spelling of her name but thats how it sounds when enunciated. She was really quiet and shy so our conversation was only made up of yes or no questions. And for some strange reason she couldn't take pictures. I wasn't too sure why, since she looked all ready to go and take the group photo. She actually wanted to take the group photo, it was damn hard for me to tell her that she couldn't. She didn't understand why she couldn't, and neither can I honestly.

We couldn't go up on the DHL balloon because they foresaw a thunderstorm in TWO HOURS' TIME while the balloon ride is approximately 7-10 minutes. I suppose pre-storm winds might blow us away or something. But Pee Hay seemed more excited about going to the library than going up the balloon so well...We read approximately 3 books at the library. Its strange how you knew she wasn't listening to you, her attention was always straying from the book but she insisted I read to her. So we read Wilky The Cockroach In the White House and it ended up as me reading the book and she scrutinizing every young kid that came along. I haven't read books like that in ages. Wilky The Cockroach ended up being the official Bug Representative in the White House. Alligator Mike sent 350 alligators on a ship run by his Uncle Ernie all the way to Florida. Ken the lonely boy met a thing called a Ballooon Head but was more commonly known as Balbo.

I forget the joy of simple stories.

After saying goodbye at the NLB, went out with Dee, Carms, Sums and Val on my virgin trip to the Soup Spoon. The mushroom soup was heavenly. And I ate it with Caesar's salad (OMG ALL THAT CREAM) and finished both. I feel like a monster now.

Never mind, golf later should work it all off.

Hopefully.

Sunday will be leaving for Chiangmai. I think I'll be bringing this laptop though, depending on whether we get free wireless in the hotel. If I do you'll probably see me online in the evenings anyway and hopefully I'll get to blog...

tata for now.

2007-11-29T00:50:00.000-08:00

Just got relieved from babysitting for mom's bible cell christmas lunch.

The guest list

two kids, brother and sister, brother is P6 some seriously deluded gaming addict, sister is damn nice

Bryan, down syndrome 15 years old

Judd and Kolby, both autistic

Rachel, 5 years old, chinese-british, really pretty but REALLY NAUGHTY.

It was one hell of a lunch. Cheryl took charge of Rachel and Bryan, I got the two autistic kids. Out of the approximately 3 hours I spent with Kolby, we talked about the birds' schedule for the entire morning (he insisted he saw CHICKENS racing across the golf course; it turned out he saw PIGEONS) and what was on TV (some taiwanese show that he obviously didn't know but pretended he did). I didn't talk to Judd at all, Judd was more involved in his drawing, he drew about ten different versions of trees...he would start of a very promising sketch of a tree then halfway through get angry with his drawing and cancel it all out and draw another one. And he ate his dimsum will sitting on the floor staring out the window with Kolby telling him about the chickens flying across the golf course. Then Judd would sit there and sing, 'fly away, fly away' becaue Kolby told him the chickens were all flying away. I basically spoke to Judd through Kolby since Judd spoke only minimally and when he did, volume was at 1 and he was slurring. Only Kolby understood him. Then understanding what Kolby was saying was another chore. The greatest thing about Kolby was that he was very talkative yet spoke in no more than 5 syllables each time. So the sentence was broken up and you had to guess what he was trying to get at.

I think I actually like those kids.

Anyway...Tomorrow will be going to YMCA to do this CIP thing with a few a13a kids and a few a13b kiddos. Taking the hot air balloon! Exciting.

I'm still dragging my eyes through Heart of Darkness. It doesn't help that Mr Conrad hates to use paragraphs and Marlow speaks in REALLY LONG sentences and occasionally lapses into a little narrative on how good he is at working the silly steamboat. I still don't get it. Its one of those things that you read, know it has a very deep meaning, read in between the lines, but still don't get what conrad is getting at. And there's barely even a GUIDEBOOK on it. Yesterday, I thought I miraculously lost the book, thought it was really a sign from heaven but then today I found it again, glaring at me from the tabletop like daring me to try and push it aside again.

My dog just bit my ankle. Its not a good thing. It means he's angry at me about something which he obviously hasn't the proper vocals to tell me about.

Or maybe its because yesterday out of frustration I flung his pingpong ball out the window and never found it again.

Dogs are such strange creatures.

And this is such a strange post.

2007-11-27T23:11:00.001-08:00

Some india trip photos i can't put on facebook because facebook is HANGING ON ME. grah. here goes...

This is just hilarious. They're trying to switch roles by the way...geri's the manly one and auyong's the...erh...being himself, maybe.

in saris with the indian household's two daughters.

Love birds

Beautiful Taj.

Joel and Lydia and a sliver of margie's face

AJ and the scary stairwell. It was really dark and steep. I can't believe I went in there with AJ, I could've died and nobody would have noticed.

Dear old Vijay with an elephant xD

A bunch of street kids hounding Mr Mac. They really refused to let him go!

Sigh. blogger is so slow. Shall upload more here if facebook doesn't work AGAIN.

2007-11-27T23:03:00.000-08:00

Poor souls out there who haven't watched enchanted...GO WATCH IT.

I love the show. I love the music. I love Patrick Dempsey xD

I'm watching Chitty Chitty Bang BAng tonight. Unfortunately I'm not really all hyped up and excited about it :( Hopefully it'll be better than expected, which is not a lot really, seeing that I'm not expecting anything at all.

Thats how you know

How does she know you love her
How does she know you care

How does she know that you love her
How do you show that you love her
How does she know that you really, really, truly care

It's not enough to take the one you love for granted
You must remind her, or she'll be inclined to say...
"How do I know he loves me?"
"How do I know he's mine?"

Well does he leave a little note to tell you you are on his mind?
Send you yellow flowers when the sky is grey?
He'll find a new way to show you, a little bit everyday
That's how you know, that's how you know...
He's your love

You've got to show her you need her
Don't treat her like a mind reader
Each day do something to need her
To believe you love her

Everybody wants to live happily ever after
Everybody wants to know their true love is true...
How do you know he loves you?
How do you know he's yours?

Well does he take you out dancin' just so he can hold you close?
Dedicate a song with words in
Just for you

He'll find his own way to tell you
With the little things he'll do
That's how you know, that's how you know
He's your love

Because he'll wear your favorite color
Just so he can match your eyes
Rent a private picnic
By the fire glow

2007-11-26T23:44:00.000-08:00

To the dragon boaters...

To an athlete dying young by A.E. Houseman

The time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.

To-day, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
Townsman of a stiller town.

Smart lad, to slip betimes away
From fields were glory does not stay
And early though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose.

Eyes the shady night has shut
Cannot see the record cut,
And silence sounds no worse than cheers
After earth has stopped the ears:

Now you will not swell the rout
Of lads that wore their honours out,
Runners whom renown outran
And the name died before the man.

So set, before its echoes fade,
The fleet foot on the sill of shade,
And hold to the low lintel up
The still-defended challenge-cup.

And round that early-laurelled head
Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,
And find unwithered on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl's.

Now for some lighter affairs...

Stolen from Mahrie

TEN FIRSTS

1. First Best Friend: Mandy
2. First Fish: There were about ten of them actually since I bought them together...guppies
3. First Piercing: Technically, I stapled my finger in P2 but...yeah, first piercing was ears.
4. First high school crush: I'm not going to ANNOUNCE it!
5. First CD: Disney stories read aloud.
6. First Car: When I can drive I'll come back and redo this question.
7. First Love: Not yet.
8. First Stuffed Animal: A bear. I changed its name everyday according to which name I liked best soo...I can't remember the last name I gave him. Besides, he's already lost somewhere in Cyprus.
9. First Concert: P2 Piano Recital in Cyprus.
10.First time drunk and first time Puked: On Irish coffee, yes. 1 year old?

NINE LASTS

1. Last Beverage: Pathetically, water. And not even some chic branded water, Singapore Tap Water.
2. Last Vehicle Ride: 20 minutes ago.
3. Last Movie Seen: The Bee Movie. In my opinion, not worth the 9 bucks.
4. Last Phone Call: Dad.
5. Last CD played: A Very Veggie Christmas. Bunch of cartoon vegetables singing songs, can you imagine?
6. Last Bubble Bath: o.O Never had one.
7. Last Time You Cried: Can't remember. My k-drama ended a week back.
8. Last Kiss: Erh...Kissed my mom goodnight last night.
9. Last Concert You Attended: The first and the last...P3 piano recital.

EIGHT HAVE YOU EVERS

1. Have you ever dated one of your best friends? No
2. Have you ever been arrested: No
3. Have you ever skinny dipped: N...O...NO *stares at aj and geri and carmen*
4. Have you ever been on TV: Briefly...got approached by Mark Lee on some channel 8 reality show
5. Have you ever kissed someone and regret it: No. I wouldn't do it if I knew I'd regret it.
6. Have you ever had a sex dream about someone you knew: WHAT?? NO.
7. Have you ever been sent to the emergency room: No.
8. Have you ever been in a fist fight: Erh...yarh.

SEVEN THINGS YOU'RE WEARING

1. Blouse
2. Shorts
3. thick red glasses
4. The giraffe earrings from india
5. undergarments
6. erh...WHAT ELSE?
7. I don't need to dress up elaborately if all I'm going to do for today is sit in front of this silly computer and watch enchanted later :))

SIX THINGS YOU'VE DONE TODAY

1. Played golf on Sime course
2. Whacked 300 balls at the driving range
3. Jap lunch at PS
4. Read the papers...and felt extremely sad for the dragon boaters.
5. Slept
6. Took a jog around the area.

FIVE FAVORITE THINGS IN NO ORDER

1. Mummy, Daddy, Cheryl, Didi, Choopy
2. Golf
3. CHRISTMAS!
4. Singing for no apparent rhyme nor reason.
5. Spoofing Happy Feet in the room with my sis.

FOUR PEOPLE YOU CAN TELL PRETTY MUCH EVERYTHING TO

1. lich
2. licki
3. aj (PRETTY MUCH everything)
4. mum

THREE CHOICES

1. Eat or drink: eat
2. Blonde or brunette: brunette
3. Pink or black: black

TWO THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE

1. See an aurora
2. Master 'Everything' by Buble on piano >< OR master 'Don't Stop Me Now' on piano.

ONE THING YOU REGRET

1. I LIVE LIFE WITH NO REGRETS MAN!

2007-11-26T23:27:00.000-08:00

I'M GONNA WATCH ENCHANTED!!!

I feel like a little kid all over again.

My brother just took a train all by himself from Somerset to Yio Chu Kang :))

I'm going to be away next week, bringing my Grandmas overseas with my dad. I won't exactly call it a holiday since my sister and I have both been assigned one old lady to be companion too. I wonder how the conversation is going to go when I can't speak Hokkien and she can neither speak nor understand Chinese and English. I was looking at granny's passport and realized that the last time she left Singapore was in 2000 and to Malaysia.

And now Daddy's going to bring them to my family's favourite haunt - THAILAND.

incredible.

tata for now! Will be back with news on ENCHANTED xD

p.s. REIGHTARDS if you read this, PLEASE COME BACK TO LIFE and reply me on when you guys are free for OUTINGGGGG. the first person to tell me when licki gets back gets their souvenier first

2007-11-26T04:06:00.001-08:00

I haven't returned to school for the longest time and going back today just felt...extremely weird. Meeting my CT felt even stranger. The strange feeling of being both familiar with the place and unfamiliar. But anyway it was good.

Saw most of the oteamers too...crashed Carm's subcomm lunch at a REALLY HAPPENING cafe. HIDDEN MASH POTATOES. After all, finding such a HUGE LUMP OF MASHED POTATOES was so easy. All I needed to do was remove the piece of chicken on top -.-

Christmas cards writing underway. But I'm already running out of steam. Sigh.

My holiday HAVE TO READ list is growing VERY long.

Oh, SANJAY APPEARED IN THE SUNDAY TIMES! The small dude in the middle, chindian. Few days back met him in the JUNIOR golf programme (don't ask me why my mom signed me up for that, I was a frigging GIANT in the programme). The only perks of the programme was getting to meet little kids I suppose. The oldest dude was 15. And he was bloody annoying so...Sanjay was in my...ahem...'GROUP'. But he's so cute. He'll grow up to be a very goodlooking boy.

If you're bored go read neil gaiman's blog. Its some funny shit at times, i.e. when he's not overdosed on champagne. http://journal.neilgaiman.com/

2007-11-24T23:04:00.000-08:00

In the tropics, one must before everything keep calm.

When reading Heart of Darkness, one must before everything keep calm.

du calme, du calme

I haven't figured out how exactly I'm going to survive a year of studying Heart of Darkness. If even Pride and Prejudice can get boring and dreary after a while, I think I might get into a fit and rip up Heart of Darkness.

Pardon me but Conrad must have been impossible to communicate with.

I want to watch Enchanted. Simply because I think the guy is dashing. reminds me of Akash!!

Went to church today. The first visit to Church in a long long while. We got a seriously funny malaysian reverend to give us the sermon.

I love Christmas.

Going to school to see Mrs Perry for h3 lit tomorrow. I feel as if I haven't been to school for the longest time, I'm actually looking forward to going to school. How weird is that? I want to see the classroom again ><

I'm writing Christmas cards! Woopee! So fun. The cards are quite fugly but hey...its the thought that counts isn't it!

REIGHTARDS OUTING.
CLASS OUTING.
OG OUTING...maybe?

so many things to do...
...so little time.

tis' the season to be jolly.
FALALALALALALALALA

felis navidad

Prospero Ano yi Felicidad

I WANNA WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS

The fire is slowly dying

My dear, we're still goodbye-ing

But as long as you love me so

let it snow let it snow let it snow

Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring

Snowing and blowing up bushels of fun

Now the jingle hop has begun

All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth

Gee, if I could only have my two front teeth,

Then I could wish you...

...MERRY CHRISTMAS

...and a partridge in a pear tree.

2007-11-22T02:34:00.000-08:00

I'm suffering from severe post-india withdrawal.

I MISS THE INDIA TRIP SO MUCH! Can't say I miss INDIA that much but the group was SO FUN!

I miss singing on the bus.
I miss our nightly circle of trust meetings (as aj calls it)
I miss rooming with geri.
I miss flipping through the channels trying desperately to search for HBO.
I miss gossiping.
I miss welham boys' school.
I miss discussing nuts with val ><
I miss doing scratch tests with grace.
I miss cranking up on the bus everyday at 7:00 pm.
I miss playing poison ivy taiti.
I miss moksha.
I miss the nice chinese indian restaurant we ate on the second night in dehli.
I miss camwhoring.
I miss Vijay.
I miss Ms Prakash.
I miss wearing the sari in the indian home.
I miss the MAGNIFICENT taj mahal.
I miss bargaining.
I miss the attempt to converse with the street kids...
I miss listening to MIKA on the bus. now everytime I listen to Happy Ending I think of India
I miss geri's little alarm clock.
I miss the waterfall in the foothill of the himalayas.
DID I MENTION I MISS CAMWHORING?
I miss all those non humanz peeps who went on the trip...margie, vic...
actually...
...I missed all the humanz peeps who went on the trip too!

and now i'm so hungry i'll have to finish the 'i miss' list another day.

2007-11-18T18:26:00.000-08:00

India on the whole was better than expected. The whole incredible india thing is lost on me but its definitely one hell of an experience.

Day 1

New Dehli welcomes you with warm arms and lots of bloody smoke. Especially since we arrived on the night of Diwali, fireworks all over, the haze made it practically unbreathable. I can't imagine how an asthmatic survives festivals in Dehli. Hotel Regent Continental isn't even half as grand as its name suggests. Walk into the room, crash into the bed, walk a few more steps and reach the toilet which has barely enough space for one bathtub, a small basin and space enough for one person to stand stock still. Wasn't exactly what I had in mind.

Day 2

Visiting begins. The first temple left the greatest impression on me, interestingly enough. I loved the way it was built, all open area, lots of pigeon and plentiful birdshit all over the floor but the architecture was good. We had to wear Smurf shoes in, big blue shoe covers over our socks that made us look like Smurfs. Vijay brought us around to all the places.

I'm going to ignore the days from here on because my memory of it all is very muddled up. That's probably not going to help when writing the REPORT *gasp* but we'll think up of something.

THE TAJ MAHAL

Its really nice. And to think men these days can get away with giving rings. He gave her a bLOODY MARBLE PALACE. Of course it was stupid that she only got to enjoy it in the afterlife but STILL...We camwhored like crazy in the Taj, which means PEOPLE OUT THERE WITH PICTURES AT THE TAJ MUST SEND IT OUT. I realized that a lot of pictures in my camera weren't of me but of other people. Hm.

WELHAM BOY'S SCHOOL

Hot guys babeh. Okay, actually they weren't hot. They were just really charming and gentlemanly. If it was a school in Singapore I'd send my brother there. It was a bit disturbing when we saw all those math concept maps pasted all over the walls and stuff...BUT THEY'RE STUDYING PYGMALION!!! HOW COOL IS THAT? We didn't really discuss pygmalion when we sat in on their lesson, we were talking more about world politics, superpower relations stuff. Then we had lunch. A really drastically embarrassing lunch for me but we had the basketball captain at our table. Its SO COOL. He's 6 foot two PLUS...he's real good-looking.

THE HIMALAYAS

Where we took the really scary cable car ride up to the foothill and saw the ice caps of the himalayas.

I shall upload photos. I can barely remember what went on.

2007-11-08T18:51:00.000-08:00

So finally...India has come.

The excitement is slowly and strangely seeping away, for no real rhyme or reason. I'm actually watching HAPPY FEET. Its one of those few shows which you can watch again and again and find extremely amusing. Shows about penguins do this to me. Surf's Up had the same effect. Heh.

I'm so lonely. I've packed and re-packed and packed and re-packed. I feel like a hermit. Holed up at home, nothing to do, watching penguins singing on my television.

Sigh.

Go listen to Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego by Rockapella. Its song NUMBER ONE. I promise you its REALLY REALLY good.

And I want the HSM2 soundtrack pls, someone.

PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE.

2007-11-06T06:25:00.001-08:00

aj...here's back to you.

1. Person who tagged me: ALISON ANNE JOSEPH
2. (Your relationship with him/her is...) Suan.
3. (5 impressions you have of him/her.)
A frigging good suanner.
smart.
the first impression i had of her was her hair.
smart.
smart.
4. (The most memorable thing he/she has done for you.) keep my secret.
5. (The most memorable words he/she has said to you.) "Okay I'll be nice to you today."
6. (If he/she becomes your lover, you will...) commit suicide.
7. (If he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be...) it won't really be my business after I die.
8. (If he/she becomes your enemy, you will...) erh...still die actually.
9. (If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be...) In all likelihood, there'll be no reason.
10. (The most desirable thing you want to do for him/her now is...) exist.
11. (Your overall impression of him/her is...) smart
12. (How you think people around you will feel about you.) stupid.
13. (The characteristic you love about yourself is...) easy going.
14. (On the contrary, the characteristic you hate about yourself is...) blur.
15. (The most ideal person you want to be is...) I haven't met a most ideal person.
16. (For people that care and like you, say something to them...) Thank you.
17. (Pass this quiz to 10 people that you wish to know how they feel about you)

1.Licki!
2.Cat!
3.Gen!
4.Lich!
5.Mel!
6.Val!
7.Geri!
8.Carmen!
okay let's have at least a few males
9.Freddy! ((I'm not specifying the spider or the person))
10.Arun!

(Who is no. 6 having a relationship with?) nobody. I think.
(Is no. 9 a male or female?) male...or animal.
(If no. 7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?) HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. It's impossible, twit.
(How about no. 8 and 5 ?) they don't even know each other.
(What is no. 2 studying about?) she's studying the map trying to find burger king at far east plaza.
(When was the last time you had a chat with no. 3 ?) yesterday.
(What kind of music band does no. 8 like?) I don't know actually...I think she likes those kind of christmas bell songs...'DING DONG DING DONG' kind of song.
(Does no. 1 have any siblings?) yes.
(Will you woo no. 3?) No. 3 would kill me. Then No. 4 would stab me to make sure I'm dead.
(How about no. 7?) It'll be a death wish.
(Is no. 4 single?) Hm...
(What's the surname of no. 5 ?) Ng.
(What's the name of no. 10?) Arun.
(What's the hobby of no. 4?) Climbing mountains.
(Do no. 5 and 9 get along well?) No fight has broken out over the past few OG mornings...
(Where is no. 2 studying at?) RJC
(Say something casual about no. 1) Happy birthday.
(Have you tried developing feelings for no. 8?) HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
(Where does no. 9 live?) I don't know...but recently he moved house to stay at a small dusty corner in the amphitheatre
(What color does no. 4 like?) Purple.
(Are no. 5 and 1 best friends?) Are you kidding me? DURH.
(Does no. 7 like no. 2 ?) How would I know?
(How did you get to know no. 2 ?) Same class sec 3 sec 4.
(Does no. 1 have any pets?) No.
(Is no. 7 the sexiest person in the world?) as sexy as blonde can get.

My life has kickstarted again...

2007-11-06T06:04:00.000-08:00

...or so it seems...

The last time I blogged seems eons ago.

Had class chalet over the 4th and 5th. Not really class chalet. Dad let me use his un-rented house. The turn out was amazing, thanks guys. I didn't expect the whole class to be there but it was really cool. I can't understand Fight Club nor can I see what makes it such a popular movie...but anyway, I wouldn't have watched Fight Club alone. Watching a movie on a laptop in a dark room lying on sleeping bags is fun in a new kind of way. Then we sat around and talked a lot of cock...okay it started off with a 'I never' game. Which I began losing promptly once people went, 'I've never been to Krabi...Phuket...Chiangmai...Pattaya...Thailand...' but Arun 'died' before I did. And besides we couldn't think up of a forfeit for him OR aj so it ended up not being a forfeit at all. Woke up in the morning and played badminton all the way through till people began to leave. Then went home and slept for three hours straight. CAN YOU IMAGINE? I think that sleeping for three hours ruined my body clock. I feel damn drowsy in the morning whereas now at 10 pm I'm WIDE AWAKE.

That isn't very good is it?

Anyway...today we went to Pertapis for an interaction session with the kids there. I didn't know Project Illuminate now has SO MANY volunteers, its quite heartwarming. And I see a lot of ppl volunteering whom I didn't expect to see hm... The kids redefine 'rowdy'. They're nice and cute but that's only when you get them in hand. Was snapping loads of pictures and once I have time I'll upload them to facebook. Vicki was master at handling the children man, she came in and began shouting at them, once they were scared of her she started smiling and being nice. Its a really good tactic. So the kids know firsthand you can get angry. And they know you can be their friend too. Other than that...erh...I got Hello Kitty stickers stuck all over my back, some guy shoved a whiteboard marker into my face, another one tried to tie me up with thread...((notice I didn't say STRING, I said THREAD))...and the three musketeers (all girls) assumed we were cheating them out of our chocolates and hence went on strike in the playground.

A really happening day if you ask me.

I've about finished packing for India. I'm wearing half of my Mom's wardrobe there pls. I have really run out of clothes and thus feel really quite sad. Heh. And I'm carrying two different kinds of Panadol, three different kinds of pills dealing with stomach and diarrhea, two types of creams for rashes, my lactose intolerant pills...I feel like a walking pharmacy.

I was quite amazed when my Mom could walk right up to the pharmacist today and ask specifically for a cream with a super scientific sounding name and she could tell the pharmacist he was wrong when he got the cream confused with another. The conversation went something along these lines.

Mom: I'd like Betnovate cream please.
Pharmacist: We can't sell you that unless you have a prescription. Would you like to try Hydrocortisone instead?
Mom: No, that one's lousy, its only for mild moderate urticaria, Betnovate's better.
Pharmacist: Then would you like to try Efficort?
Mom: I'm look for a cream for urticaria, Efficort is for ezcema.

Oh man. My mom pwnz. She can become a pharmacist too.

Actually its partly because my brother and I have uber sensitive skin and I think we have tried just about every kind of cream on the planet that has been released in the market.

Sigh.

Oh well to brighten up everybody's day. I read an article in the Review today. Some parody writer talking about how a publishing company wanted to publish some famous writer's work in its original form, manuscript form something like that. And she said Jane Austen's original manuscript would go something like this.

Its a truth universally acknowledged, well, usually, that a man in possession of a large fortune must be in want of a wife provided he is heterosexual.

2007-11-01T06:25:00.000-07:00

PW is over.

PW is over.

PW is over.

I ripped up my entry form. It feels soooo good.

Okay I shan't rub it in for those whose stuff aren't over.

I...should be doing work...totally do not feel like doing work...

MY K-DRAMA CALLS!!! :))

2007-10-29T05:11:00.000-07:00

I've got black stuff all over my hands...

...and the fact that it can only be washed off with KEROSENE or TURPENTINE is NOT reassuring.

I'd like to suggest to all you councillors out there to have more water-based paint in your cupboard and get smaller paintbrushes and more black felt markers.

Omg, I feel darned selfish.

Our life sucks. It really does. JC life really sucks. Exams over...WHAM...pw. After pw...WHAM...rap. After rap don't even THINK about resting. There's still H3.

I've the sudden terrible need to rant. About stuff that really shouldn't be publicized...i.e. I need to get a livejournal. Which I'm really lazy to get considering the pile of work that's on my table now.

Our school's architecture is designed by a pervert. What with all the open-air (think 'windy') walkways that are on the SECOND level which means that people on the first level can easily LOOK UP. And canteens placed in very open-air areas just facilitates strong winds. STRONG winds. I think it must be quite hilarious to watch the wind blow then see all the girls in the mini-canteen squeak, shriek and simultaneously plop down on the canteen chairs. Because even when standing up, holding skirts down just look obscene and sometimes...holding them down still don't help...you just look like marilyn monroe. Without the blonde wig.

I shall go do constructive stuff. Though I'm very tempted to go on youtube and find out what's all this fuss about gossip girls.

But I shan't.

Because its not good.

That sounded very strangely like derrick.

That's REALLY not good.

2007-10-23T06:58:00.000-07:00

THIS IS THE DAY
TO SPAM BLOG SURVEYS

Seven things that scare me

1) Being kept in the dark (in both sense of the phrase)
2) God
3) Promos
4) A levels
5) Reeves' knowing sneaky look
6) Seeing the new issue of the Economist come in the post and all the past issues of Economist I haven't touched
7) Gore

Seven things I like the most about myself aw man where do i begin?

1) I CAN BAKE
2) I CAN BAKE
3) I CAN BAKE
4) My stomach
5) I like to sing.
6) I CAN BAKE
7) Did I mention that I can bake?

Seven most important things in my room

1) Me
2) My laptop (otherwise I wouldn't be doing this survey)
3) My locked drawer
4) I/C
5) Wardrobe
6) Bed
7) MY BABY PHOTOS

Seven random facts about me

1) I have yet to find my birthmark
2) I stayed in Cyprus for a year.
3) I stayed in HK for 5 years.
4) I had my first crush at P1.
5) Sometimes I just lie down and read chick lit and it makes my day to think that I'm not the stupidest individual in the entire world.
6) I watch k-drama and weep even though I know the story.
7) I hate somebody.

Seven things I would like to do before I die

1) Tell the person I hate to go to hell.
2) TOUR THE WORLD
3) Spend a day or two out with the reightards and do all the things we wanted to do but never really did.
4) Go to phuket with the family.
5) Do my funeral stuff...choose a nice casket...nice church...edit my family's eulogies about me...
6) Make sure I have no regrets.
7) Get one more day of normal school life with the class and the humanz and all the other people...

Seven things I can do

1) Talk
2) Walk
3) Read
4) Write
5) BAKE
6) BAKE
7) BAKE

Seven things I can't do

1) drink alcohol
2) dance
3) be alone
4) watch scary movies alone
5) watch gory movies alone
6) finish reading war and peace
7) live a day without friends

Seven things I hate

1) alcohol
2) him
3) knowing that i studied so hard and still got SHIT RESULTS
4) dan dan noodle
5) missy donuts
6) quentin tarantino

2007-10-23T06:34:00.000-07:00

Welcome to my life -> http://www.murraystate.edu/secsv/fye/ENFJ.htm

I find it quite amusing but apparently that is my personality o.O

India briefing. I think Mom's packing EVERY form of anti-diarrhea pill that exists on this universe. If she could she'd make me pack the pharmacy with me.

Today she met auyong, aj and joel. Surprised she didn't say anything about them except that they were silly enough not to ask for a lift and walk back to the LT while Mom drove me there heh.

The most productive PW meeting I had today. I'm feeling this sense of euphoria...like something's finally getting somewhere.

Disclaimer: Below is more emo-ness than stuff that you really should read about my life.

I would have very much liked to live life without SO seriously hating someone. Mom was talking over dinner about him and how she's learnt to forgive and forget. She was the one who was wronged and now that she has forgiven I suppose its my turn. But I can't. She gave me a whole pep talk about forgiveness but nothing seems to have changed. I still hate him.

I thought I could trust him. Please, we GREW UP together. Its like one of those people you can talk crap to and not worry about losing face or risk sounding stupid. Used to. He didn't insult me. Its just that...you don't insult your best friend's mother. You don't insult her so bad and do it behind her back. And you don't deny doing it after that and pretend things can go back to before.

Thats just cheating.

I hate cny now. And I hate all this family gatherings when someone's birthday is coming. Went to Jumbo to celebrate Grandma's birthday day before yesterday. It was my maternal side so he was there. I was hoping he wasn't. And he brought his GRAPHIC CALCULATOR to a BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION. Look, I know you're trying to boast but you're the most blatant boaster I've ever met. Most blatant boaster AND liar.

And right here I shall use that strongest word...

motherfker.

since i don't like his mother very much anyway

2007-10-22T02:15:00.000-07:00

Oh well, promo results. Sadly, it was the highlight of my day.

I suppose they were expected...not good, not bad. I strangely didn't know how to feel after I got the papers back. I knew they weren't good. I knew I should be close to tears, wailing, banging tables and chairs, contemplating whether or not a fall from the 3rd storey would kill me...it didn't happen that way. I felt strangely happy that nothing worse could happen now.

I had a good long prayer with my mom and my bro yesterday night, that must have helped a lot. I was so tempted to type 'a hell lot' but that wouldn't seem appropriate I was never as religious as my mom, I prayed a great deal for CTs and I got a big blow and it took my mom one prayer to help me tide over this...self-predicted storm.

I need to learn how to pray like that. Takes a load off your shoulders, you know.

My mom was nice about it. Unexpectedly so actually. I think the prayer did its part for her too. Anyway, she had Bible Study Fellowship this morning, and I was trying to call through to her handphone, I was actually imagining her in the sanctuary, backgrd hymns singing 'god grant us peace' and then she picks up the phone and 'YOU GOT WHAT FOR MATH?' I'm sorry, really shouldn't be laughing at it but the mental image conjured kind of set me off.

Sat around and talked cock till PE started. GP was kind of made up of individual consultation sessions i.e. if you're not being called up to have a one-to-one with alim you can zoom off to wherever you want to go. I am really grateful I didn't get penalized for that stupid error I made in the essay. I said the korean scientist who faked stem cell research (who was really Hwang Woo Suk) was Cho Seung Huei (i.e. the virginia tech shooter). Really embarrassing screw-up, it didn't help that alim wrote in pencil but in big words, 'BLUSH'.

My mom complained that she felt guilty she didn't go down and meet mrs perry during the first PTM. So now she's booked slots to meet both PERRY and REEVES. I'm not worried about Perry's remarks about me but I totally expect Reeves to be 100% BLATANT.

'I heard your daughter frequents night clubs.'

I'll be SO dead.

2007-10-20T06:05:00.000-07:00

I CAN BAKE.

I can hear the rousing applause. It didn't turn out as bad as I expected. Despite having burnt one of the cakes ((meant for the OG and other random people)).

I feel sick. Maybe its this...I'm-gonna-get-my-promo-results fever.

Ewan Mcgregor is quite hot.

I got a leadership position today. It feels really quite good. I've never done this kind of thing before though. It's new. It might even be good. I might even be a good leader.

...just yet.

just imagine.

2007-10-18T02:53:00.000-07:00

Yippee check out my new layout. Thank god for blogskins.com. I thought it's really cute.

Imagine by John Lennon

Imagine there's no heaven

It's easy if you try

No hell below us

Above us only sky

Imagine all the people

Living for today...

Imagine there's no countries

It isn't hard to do

Nothing to kill or die for

And no religion too

Imagine all the people

Living life in peace...

You may say I'm a dreamer

But I'm not the only one

I hope someday you'll join us

And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions

I wonder if you can

No need for greed or hunger

A brotherhood of man

Imagine all the people

Sharing all the world...

They played this song during the last scene of Killing Fields. I know its cheesy cliched...whatever...but it isn't the song's fault.

Three people hearts is actually really fun. Played it in the LT today while waiting for CCA to start. Its really stressful. Especially the game where Aaron cleared out his clubs and the clubs were just all between AJ and me.

CCA was quite fine. I suppose it didn't turn out as badly as I thought it would. The chosen topic was good...entertaining...Lateral Thinking Puzzles. I thought they were random jokes when brenda first told me about them but ah well, I suppose they aren't now.

I'M MAKING BANANA CAKE...and with added chocolate chip. Hopefully it turns out good. The recipe I have doesn't have chocolate chip so if it screws up I'm just...so dead. But tomorrow class high tea should be FUN-NESS.

Today I've learnt something new about processed food. Not exactly in the way I would have wanted to learn about it...

...do you think Ding Tai Feng serves processed sausages?

2007-10-17T06:54:00.001-07:00

I swear I am REALLY going to blog properly this time.

I want to watch a movie. Desperately. Any movie is fine. Even balls of fury will do. Whatever. I want to go out before we get our results back.

Killing fields. It was a good show...apart from the fact that I was close to peeing in my pants when he was running away from the camp. I don't think I can last Shooting Dogs (the one that ROLLASON will show us; what is wrong with all these history teachers, eh? SADISTS).

I'm really quite bored of my blog design already. Sigh. I shall do it up again later. Stupid little boat swimming around. CAN'T STAND IT. ARGH.

Watch the killing fields.

I think I'm becoming a really boring person. I keep saying the same thing. And I can't think of anything else to blog about. Mm...

I WANT TO GO TO INDIA NOW!!! *dies of excitement*

Actually...erm...well nobody is actually as excited for me when they hear I'm going to India (quoting my coach, 'HARH?') but its the first time I'll be going there! And like with GERI CARMEN VAL GRACE AJ. Omg the entire sisterhood.

Aiyah I shall go change my blogskin now.

And RAP.

2007-10-14T07:12:00.000-07:00

I feel bored.

Really bored.

And maybe something's wrong with my eyesight but everything on the computer screen looks squashed. And my photoshop window has been open since morning. Thanks to PW, I've learnt to kope deviantart gorgeous brushes and designs. Thank you deviantart. Thank you random photoshop brushes websites that I koped designs from. Thank you.

I think MSN has made my brother lazy. Right now I have a little blinking icon at the bottom of my screen because Didi is too lazy to walk a few steps open the door and tell me what it is he wants to tell me.

I love the piano.

HH-BB party!! Hope it will be fun. And populated. And not such a mess like the last house party.

i'm off youtubing.

2007-10-12T08:36:00.000-07:00

to liven up an almost dead blog:

1) Have you ever been asked out?

Yup. Mom's asked me out about a zillion times. Dad, about half the number of times Mom did.

2) Where was your default picture taken?

Cambridge

3) What's your middle name?

Don't have one.

4) Does your crush like you back?

If he does it wouldn't be a crush.

5) What is your current mood?

Emo.

6) What's your mom's maiden name?

Tan.

7) What color shirt are you wearing?

Its supposed to be pink but its so faded its now white.

8) If you could go back in time and change something, would you?

Yes.

9) Ever had a near death experience?

No.

10) Something you do a lot?

Think.

11) Who can you tell anything to?

the reightards.

12) Name someone with the same birthday as you?

You tell me.

13) When was the last time you cried?

2 minutes ago.

14) If you could have one super power what would it be?

I want to be like that x-person who can absorb the super power of people ard him.

15) What's the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?

Hair. Or the lack of it.

16) What do you usually order from starbucks?

I take the free water.

17) What's your biggest secret?

Don't tell you.

18) Favorite color?

White.

19) Do you still watch kiddy movies or tv shows?

Yes.

20) Do you speak any other language?

Chinese and singlish.

21) What's your favorite smell?

Mom's perfume.

22) Describe your life in one word, what would it be?

Suanned.

23) Have you ever kissed in the rain?

I wouldn't want to. It'd be drinking rainwater. Kissed in the sunset sounds cooler.

24) What are you thinking about right now?

About kissing in the sunset.

25) What should you be doing?

PW.

26) What are you listening to?

Cannonball. Damien Rice.

27) Do you like working in the yard?

No. Get bitten by mosquitoes, one minute sun one minute rain, who'd like working in the yard?

28) If you could have any last name in the world, what would it be?

See.

29) Do you act differently around the person you like?

I try to avoid being in a situation with the person I like.

30) Who was the last person to make you cry?

Damien Rice and the Korean director.

2007-10-08T06:39:00.000-07:00

Well not really in the mood to blog but here goes.

promos sucked.

and getting it back will suck even more.

after promos i feel strangely bored and immensely useless.

and in spite of all the funny things that are sure to happen the minute i step back into rjc...i really wanna go back to sch.

2007-08-21T06:00:00.000-07:00

I am trying to do PW now. After attempting to revise firms and now with nothing but the graphs stuck in my head...

pw has returned.

ah well...its good that we get it over and done with after all.

Look at the PW online meeting:

[bel harchionguy a13b] says:
we shd really entitle our project stevie wonder.
i'd like to have company during thunderstorms says:
I'M STILL WANTING MY FACE ON YOUR CHEEEEEEK
[bel harchionguy a13b] says:
WHAAAT?!
val* pretty sky says:
whats with the face on your cheek thing
val* pretty sky says:
derrick was that meant for another convo haha
i'd like to have company during thunderstorms says:
no!
[bel harchionguy a13b] says:
omg derrick...sneaky eh.
val* pretty sky says:
no
val* pretty sky says:
cheeky
i'd like to have company during thunderstorms says:
SHE WILL FEEEEEED YOU TOMATOES AND RAAAAAADIO WIRES!

pwpwpwpwpwpwpwpwpwpwpwpw

2007-08-21T02:18:00.001-07:00

The only other time I received so much spam was when alim was spamming GP articles...

...facebook is haunting me.

I'm supposed to be revising now (according to my time schedule). I should have put in an hour of blogging. And oh well...I'm mildly depressed because my camera cannot upload geri's memory card so now all the pretty photos are in a memory card sitting before me but I can't see them. *cries*

Spent half an hour of facebook doing lots of nonsense. Like joining nonsensical groups. My mom got two free tickets to hairspray tomorrow which I'm supposed to go for with my sister. Thank god I didn't go for S$21 hairspray in cambridge.

Was thoroughly embarrassed in front of rolly today when aj VOLUNTEERED a question for me. Then drew random streaks with highlighters on my calves.

I shall zoom off and do what I'm SUPPOSED to be doing. Doesn't look like anything constructive will get done today or tomorrow.

My exam schedule is doing NOTHING for my studying.

Please forgive me by Bryan Adams

It still feels like our first night together
Feels like the first kiss and
It's gettin' better baby
No one can better this
I still hold on and you're still the one
The first time our eyes met it's the same feelin' I get
Only feels much stronger and I wanna love ya longer
You still turn the fire on

So If you're feelin' lonely.. don't
You're the only one I'd ever want
I only wanna make it good
So if I love ya a little more than I should

Please forgive me I know not what I do
Please forgive me I can't stop lovin' you
Don't deny me
This pain I'm going through
Please forgive me
If I need ya like I do

Please believe me
Every word I say is true
Please forgive me
I can't stop loving you

2007-08-20T02:40:00.001-07:00

Why is it so hard for you to have faith in me? Is it that difficult?

Doing exam schedules suck. It stresses. Sigh. It doesn't look like I'll ever finish my studies in time.

And the PnP assignment looks real scary.

I spend more time on facebook now than I do blogging.

Hm.

I'm just asking you to believe that I can do it.

2007-08-19T07:44:00.000-07:00

IH. is. over. and. done. with.

Whoopee.

Now I have Chapter 7/ Tutorial 7/ Chapter 8/ Tutorial 8/ Assignment 6.

Wow.

And I have newfound enthusiasm for Bryan Adams.

(Everything I do) I do it for you
Look into my eyes
You will see
What you mean to me
Search your heart
Search your soul
And when you find me there, you'll search no more

Don't tell me its not worth trying for
You can't tell me its not worth dying for
You know its true
That everything I do, I do it for you

Look into your heart
You will find
There's nothing there to hide
Take me as I am
Take my life
I'd give it all, I would sacrifice

There's no love
Like your love
And no other
Would give more love
There's nowhere
Unless you're there
All the time; all the way.

Don't tell me its not worth trying for
You can't tell me, there's nothing I want more
I would fight for you, I'd lie for you
Walk the wire for you, I'd die for you

You know its true
That everything I do...
...I do it for you

everything i do, i do it for you

2007-08-17T10:20:00.000-07:00

Come, my friends.

i'm done with sea history and communism and all the communist parties oh countrymen you suffer but i suffer because of you what logic is there in that oh dear d.g.e. hall thank you for being my companion through the night and bless the man who invented jstor and bless the library that gave us free access to it.

The time now is 2 am.

I get to sleep by 2 am.

Tomorrow...INTERNATIONAL HISTORY.

midsummer madness

2007-08-15T08:21:00.000-07:00

~~1. GP compre~~
~~2. GP essay~~
~~3. Econs case study~~
4. IH term paper
5. SEA term paper

Now its time for a nice long shit and some nice walterrrr songs.

the devil of homework has returned to haunt me...

2007-08-15T01:16:00.001-07:00

1. GP compre
2. GP essay
3. Econs case study
4. IH term paper
5. SEA term paper

Tonight, I make history.

secret message #2: The defence seminar bored the hell out of me. I'm shit tired and guiltily slept through kung's lecture. The question on NS getting slacker was just kiampa...stupid, are you COMPLAINING? Whatever, you're the one going into NS.

pun fully intended.

post-cambridge blues

2007-08-14T01:35:00.000-07:00

I'll miss...

1. Squeaks and Lumps

2. Listening to Geri's what...seven song playlist?

3. Walking around the flea market

4. Eating hot dogs where the sausages are longer than the buns

5. Studying (or attempting to study) in the windy corridor

6. Getting locked out of laundry

7. Going past the creepy fire door to the room

8. Hot chocolate

9. WEST CORNWALL PUFFS AND PASTRIES

10. Marks and Spencer Chicken Arrabiata. Mm...

11. Eating scones at Grantchester and taking unglam shots

12. Watching The Notebook

13. Freezing to death in the garden and watching shooting stars

14. Singing in the bus

15. Feeding the Girton ducks ((duck rice, anyone?))

16. Truth or Dare (yelps)

17. shoppingshoppingshopping

18. KING'S COLLEGE

19. JESUS'S COLLEGE

20. Our freaking tiny classroom that just grew smaller

21. Walking to Girton

22. PUNTING!!! Our punter was quite cute. Even though I got shamelessly teased by a PUNTER...but punting was really nice.

23. Queueing up for use of the bathroom

Oh man, I could go on and on. But most importantly...the FUNKY PEOPLE ON THE TRIP! Or rather the funky lit people and the not-so-funky-but-still-quite-funky others. Heh. *cue for EUF face* I'm in a rant now. Well.

1. geri the shopping guru - you must see her navigate grafton; pro-ness
2. felly the time goddess - felly!!! what time is it?
3. sumy - i have yet to think of a title for sumy yet, there are so many esp. when she goes crazy when she's tired
4. shu en the tai tai

what funky people.

now for food...it was fine larh. But I'm quite sick of bread and eggs and sausages and baked beans. The first breakfast of sausages and eggs and baked beans was quite nice. Day 2: sausages and eggs and baked beans. Day 3: sausages and eggs and baked beans. Day 4: sausages and eggs and baked beans...oookay.

I WANT TO EAT CHICKEN RICE!
AND DUCK RICE!
AND YONG TAU FOO!
AND FISHBALLS!
AND NOODLE SOUP!
AND KWAY CHAP!

I want Singaporean food. Now.

I actually think I get suanned less in class than I did in Cambridge.

eh, geri, posting secret messages are fun.

2007-07-30T02:21:00.000-07:00

Went to the doctor's today. Now I have a total of six different medication, all of which I'm gonna have to find space in my luggage to pack it into. Whoopee.

And I have finished econs essay and lit essay on top of all that. They're quite crappily done, considering that I was watching tv and doing them at the same time :(

Ah well. Tomorrow. I go to Cambridge. And I shall make it a point to try and blog regularly. And upload photos...however long they might take

2007-07-29T07:34:00.000-07:00

Lit week photos first...this one is of sharon in the makeup room helping to put foundation on roderigo...

Rodrigo...erm...getting into character?

The cake. Or what remained of it.

and i am bloody lazy to do up the rest FROWNS. i shall do them...when i come back XD

GDNITE

LIT WEEK OVER, CAMBRIDGE HERE I COME

2007-07-29T07:12:00.000-07:00

And after a week of non-blogging activity...I come back to announce that I AM SICK.

It sucks to be sick. I was running a little of a fever and yet not a full-blown fever...those type of lingering fever that will threaten to stay for more than a day. GO AWAY YOU STUPID BUG BECAUSE I REALLY REALLY WANT TO GO TO CAMBRIDGE. Can you imagine I get to the airport, they do some temperature screening and "Ma'am, you can't get on board the plane, you're running a temperature"

NOOOOOOOOOOO

Anyway, production was okay I guess. The late hours sucked. Saigang sucked. But the feeling of satisfaction after the end of the last production just rocked. I was super uber high. Saying stuff only half-crazed people would say. And I have my name in the booklet *waves booklet around proudly*. Of course I don't get a short paragraph with a mini-biography but should anyone want one, you just need to ask :D

I am feeling strange. Its this mix of 'oh-my-god-i-feel-like-i-am-going-to-die' and 'no-shit-i-will-be-in-cambridge-in-two-days' kind of feeling. It is odd indeed.

And now that I have happily and most successfully trained myself not to sleep early...I can't get to sleep.

*slaps head*

Watched a movie today. It feels weird sitting in a movie theatre after a month of staying away from the movies. And after watched Invisible Target, I am certain that chinese movies just owns english ones.

1. The lack of sexual scenes (the most sexual was a hug)
2. More depth and smarter things said
3. Fighting scenes have more style and glamour
4. More handsome men.

Thumbs up to Benny Chan.

My mom went through my phone the other day and gasped at the amount of random stupid pictures I have inside there. To all those people out there who happily snitched my phone to take random pictures, I am going to upload them all and shame you all. Especially a certain SOMEBODY who took EIGHT FRIGGING PICTURES on my phone.

I'm staring fondly at my saigang badge of honour. Christabel Saw. Crew.

*sighs fondly*

okay...I shall begin posting up photos.

2007-07-21T08:38:00.000-07:00

In the coming week I will be having absolutely zero time to blog.

Production requires attendance till midnight and I have been decently freaked by today's pow speech.

I will try to be nice about the production. The production is fine, play's good. Just that things could have been more efficient, I suppose.

Ah well.

I just didn't expect so much commitment to production.

So in the coming week, I will have a shitload of undone homework, all of which I'll probably be bringing to Cambridge, meaning I should make an effort to discipline myself every night away from the bridge table, away from aaron tan and his mean alluring cards. I, myself, will not bring cards. And carry laptop. Omg. I still don't know if I'm going to carry my laptop. Because my laptop battery is still MIA. If I bring it to cambridge i'll HAVE to do it near the power point. And it'll be virtually impossible for me to attempt to switch it on at the airport. I'm just gonna have to deal with it, I suppose.

I want a nicer, smaller laptop bag. Really. The one I have now is bulky, disgusting...absolutely revolting.

Which reminds me...I need to go shopping for a LAN cable too.
And try rummage somewhere and find a nice duffel bag to put stupid random stuff in.

Lit week comes at a very bad time. I am not prepared.

ASEAN quiz was a success. And I feel very accomplished after it all. It felt good. The whole quiz turned out nice indeed. I wasn't expecting such a good show by the teams...it was a great show in which RI just owned asses. But the SJI and HCI teams were quite good too! Their Q n' A abilities are startling.

Grace will stayover with me!! says excitedly. There's a problem with her trying to get home to bukit timah at 12 midnight-ish when both parents are not in town and she has to walk a long isolated stretch home. Anyway my mom was really nice about it. She asked me to ask others who lived far away too. Heh. Because I have an attic with a queen-sized bed. Heh.

ONE MORE WEEK TILL THE END OF ALL MY TROUBLES...and cambridge. Oh god, I really cannot wait. Its like this busy dizzy week before the week of fun and excitement...I don't even know if I'll be aware of the sharp transition. I'll probably still be in a lit week blur when I reach cambridge. Then I get bombed by...lit.

If I'm not a genius at othello by the end of all this, there must be something seriously wrong with me.

Okay I shall stop blogging. My eyes are swollen from the lack of sleep. I can hardly open them. This is disturbing.

darcydarcydarcydarcydarcydarcydarcydarcy

2007-07-17T05:35:00.000-07:00

For details on PnP casting -> palpytheprussian1990.blogspot.com.

Somebody's began blogging again.

By the way, I am right now putting up a strong motion against being Mrs Bennet and I think AJ is putting up an equally strong motion against being Lizzy opposite a...charming Mr Darcy.

And watching BBC pride and prejudice has made me wonder WHY THERE AREN'T MORE GUYS LIKE DARCY AND MORE PLACES LIKE PEMBERLY. *cries* Geri and I basically spent the whole pemberly episode whimpering about the grandeur of the place (in the movie, it is seriously something) and the absolute adorableness of Mr Darcy when he's frustrated and nervous.

Today went to YFA...other than getting suanned by the Irish kid on being...ahem...'WIDE'...it was quite fun. The kids totally owned me at monopoly. And dodge ball freaked me out. I hate that game. I shall never play it EVER again.

My poem sucks.

Its nearly 100% plagiarised from Shakespeare. I don't think that was the point but well...who cares.

Today I feel satisfied.

I WANT A MAN LIKE DARCY! Okay...even if he doesn't have as huge an estate as Darcy does...but the CHARACTER of darcy would be fine. Not darcy in the beginning, darcy after lizzy shot him down. He is so cute. He was so nervous and flustered! Gah. I was melting in the LT watching pride and prejudice.

But we left before the nice bits.

WE LEFT FOR YFA BEFORE THE NICE BITS!

The nice bits being...lady catherine and lizzy's show-down and lizzy's acceptance of darcy's proposal and their KISS.

HOW CAN I MISS IT?!

I feel extremely sad about that. But I figured if I saw them kiss, I'd probably die of envy. I haven't felt like this since I watched Kate and Leopold when Hugh Jackman danced with Meg Ryan or when he proposed to her on the rooftop with a makeshift candlelight dinner.

Seriously...where did all the good men go?

WHERE?

Aren't there any Singaporean men remotely like Darcy?

Or do we have to depend on bloody foreign talent?

2007-07-15T06:58:00.000-07:00

I am brain-dead.

Close to it at least.

Read nothing but modern poems online for two whole days and you'll see why.

Sometimes you wonder why these poets must be so dastardly long-winded and those who aren't dastardly long-winded are dastardly confusing and CHEEM.

Grah. This must be why I've been feeling so blur these past few days.

I got Kalibapi too. So it must have contributed some.

Now I will make a struggling attempt to chiong my term papers before I go to Cambridge because I'm not bringing my labtop there and its going to be mean to keep koping geri's labtop.

Oh Mac, why do you torture me so.

And a poem about Shakespeare.
And the whole Othello which I have to familiarise myself with.
And the Lit week bears to sell.

And tuition homework.

I haven't gone for tuition for so long, sitting in a class listening to someone other than my lecturer talking feels just extremely weird.

And having homework that is not school-related is doubly weird.

I lost 6-0 to a boy half my age today. Tie-break. Okay....so I'm lousy. Wow. Yay. Yippee. I think my coach thought I was nuts.

Maybe I am.

I shall go to sleep.

Before I go nuts even more.

The Great Escape by Boys Like Girls

Paper bags and plastic hearts
All are belongings in shopping carts
Its goodbye
But we got one more night
Lets get drunk and drive around
And make peace with this empty town
We can make it right

Throw it away
Forget yesterday
We'll make the great escape
We wont hear a word they say
They dont know us anyway
Watch it burn
Let it die
Cause we are finally free tonight

Tonight will change our lives
Its so good to be by your side
And we'll cry
But we wont give up the fight
We'll scream loud at the top of our lungs
They'll think its just cause were young
We'll feel so alive

Throw it away
Forget yesterday
We'll make the great escape
We wont hear a word they say
They dont know us anyway
Watch it burn
Let it die
Cause we are finally free tonight

All of the wasted time
The hours that were left behind
The answers that well never find
They dont mean a thing tonight

14th of July 2007

2007-07-14T07:33:00.000-07:00

Today we gather to remember the greatest day in history.

A reightard made it on national news.

Islandwide, her beaming face flashed to hundreds of excited Singaporeans. The face. The representation of our future. The representation of our bilingual society.

Peh Li Qi.

She will go down in history's books as the first Singaporean to reach Time's Woman of the Year.

And she will be remembered...

...always...

...forever...

...as a reightard.

34 minutes past 12 midnight

2007-07-13T09:23:00.000-07:00

I am bloody limited.

Tomorrow:

9 am: PW meeting
1 pm: tuition
3 pm onwards: Lit week
5 pm: training

I don't think I can make it for all.

I might skip training.

Tomorrow is PT anyway. *smiles sneakily*

Literature anthology is just screwing with my brain. I spent the better part of the evening before dinner reading short stories and plays and poems online. Some are very pretty. Some are just disturbing. Go read 'The Most Dangerous Game', its damn good. And damn morbid. Sounds a bit like Lord of the Flies to me, actually. Then there's the one which we got in our Chinese textbook in Sec 3 or 4 (4, I think) about Christmas gifts and the wife, Della, selling her hair to get her husband, Jim, a chain for his watch while Jim sells his watch to get a comb for Della's hair. But the English version does it more credit, I assure you. I love the ending. Go read it, something about the wisest giving the best gift of all. Its a pretty conclusion.

And I wish they wouldn't limit our anthology to MODERN poetry because CONTEMPORARY poetry rocks so much more. I mean...who cares about Yeats?

Keeping Quiet (Pablo Neruda)

And now we will count to twelve
and we will all keep still.

For once on the face of the earth
let’s not speak in any language,
let’s stop for one second,
and not move our arms so much.

It would be an exotic moment
without rush, without engines,
we would all be together
in a sudden strangeness.

Fisherman in the cold sea
would not harm whales
and the man gathering salt
would not look at his hurt hands.

Those who prepare green wars,
wars with gas,
wars with fire,
victory with no survivors, would put on clean clothes
and walk about with their brothers
in the shade, doing nothing.

What I want should not be confused
with total inactivity.
(Life is what it is about,
I want no truck with death.)

If we were not so single-minded
about keeping our lives moving,
and for once could do nothing, perhaps a huge silence
might interrupt this sadness
of never understanding ourselves
and of threatening ourselves with death.

Perhaps the earth can teach us
as when everything seems dead
and later proves to be alive.

Now I’ll count up to twelve,
and you keep quiet and I will go.

Its a very pretty poem! I love it. Only, its written in 1958 a.k.a pass the modern era of 1900 - 1945. How frustrating. The modernists are really quite terrible.

Then again, I suppose I'll have to thank the heavens I'm not attempting the ROMANTIC.

I heard that really sucks.

Had dinner with friends from HK/Melbourne. Haven't seen her for a really long time. Like every year when she comes, it's so hard to break the silence. Back in HK we could have never-ending conversation. Its just so hard to talk already. Her brother's already 20 and in university studying neuropsychology. He gave the whole table of kids a mini-lecture on it. It was quite interesting. But you could see the blank looks on their faces. In the end, it sounded more like he was addressing me as his solo audience...

...You can't expect my brother to understand NEUROSCIENCE.

The funniest bit was when desert came. He ordered Honeydew with Sago. The Chinese dessert that comes in milk. After much deliberation on my lactose intolerance, I controlled the urge for any dessert and just sat there and watched them eat. So when the bowl of dessert comes, he looks at it and goes, "Where's the honey?"

!!!

He didn't know 'honeydew' was a fruit. Okay I know he comes from countries with not much fruit available but the...HONEYDEW? I always assumed that was common knowledge. So the next comment from the table was...

"By the way the Rock Melon is not a stone."

2007-07-11T06:58:00.000-07:00

[li qi] says:
BLOG ON REIGHTARDS LEH
[li qi] says:
you DISLOYAL
[li qi] says:
blog about like um
[li qi] says:
us
[li qi] says:
we are narcicisstic like that

Lichen put in a much better case for it than liqi did.

[Lord Lich] Four legs good, two legs better says:
!!
[Lord Lich] Four legs good, two legs better says:
WHYYYYY
[Lord Lich] Four legs good, two legs better says:
AREN'T
[Lord Lich] Four legs good, two legs better says:
YOU
[Lord Lich] Four legs good, two legs better says:
BLOGGING
[Lord Lich] Four legs good, two legs better says:
ON
[Lord Lich] Four legs good, two legs better says:
REIGHTARDS???

And since they both have put in such huge demands that I should blog on reightards...I have decided to blog here instead.

Oh rebellious christabel.

Cambridge's main dress form is SCHOOL UNIFORM. Oh woopee...like RJC will be so bright and vibrantly coloured in class in all green, black and white. Things are just getting interesting.

I'm not exactly looking forward to Cambridge. I'm not looking forward to hours and hours of endless study. Of course we'll be in a different environment.

But studying is studying. It doesn't change.

2007-07-10T05:51:00.000-07:00

I am frustrated. My internet has failed on me. MSN has failed on me. And now the only website I can access is blogger.com. Google has failed on me too.

So tonight I can't do anything but do literature.

Gah.

I come home and see this big fat turquoise cover brown rustic book sitting in front of me. Its a second-hand hard cover book...one of those that has lost its little paper wrapping thus the cover is simply decorated with some twirly patterns running along the border. The spine of the book is damn badly damaged, and somebody obviously tried piecing it back with scotchtape...terrible effort if you ask me...and the title is engraved only it is so worn out that the engravings have become level with the whole book. Northwest Passage. I swear this book is ancient.

And its bloody thick.

I've been having this long running fantasy with thin books.

And I still have the four library books to look through and the short story by Katherine Mansfield. Its quite disturbing...its about a doll house. The title sets off lots of weird ideas.

Anyway got back literature today and I'd be more than glad to talk about it. The only thing that has brightened up my week. I feel so renewed.

Unfortunately that's no thanks to Mrs Perry, more to Mr Mac. Don't we love the dear old man.

NSW English test. I was sleeping. Really sleeping. The only passage in there that woke me up was the last extract from Northanger Abbey, Jane Austen. I'm so enthused with Jane Austen. Today watched the BBC version in the LT. It was so good. Of course it was heartbreaking to see Darcy look so sad and dejected but Lizzy did have good reason to be mad. And his proposal kind of overstepped boundaries a little. I would have expected a nicer proposal from any man, whether or not they be bloody in possession of a large fortune or not, not -i can't believe i'm in love with you but i am and i have to face it therefore please marry me-. Jane Austen's men never give good first proposals.

Someone should teach men how to propose properly.

Then again, as Jane Austen said, 'stupid men are the only ones worth knowing'.

And as AJ said, 'stupid men are they only ones that exist'.

Do you think a stupid person can master the art of a proper bowl-the-girl-over kind of proposal?

I wonder.

Maybe they need a governess.

Oh god, I've been indoctrinated with British Literature. I blame the indoctrination for all this. All because Purvis introduced us to Graham Greene. He's unbelievably British.

"I have no special regard for Satan; but I can at least claim that I have no prejudice against him. It may even be that I lean a little in his way, on account of his not having a fair show. All religions issue bibles against him, and say the most injurious things about him, but we never hear his side. WE have none but the evidence for the prosecution, and yet we have rendered the verdict. To my mind, this is irregular. It is un-English; it is un-American; it is French...(ouch)...Of course Satan has some kind of a case, it goes without saying. It may be a poor one, but that is nothing; that can be said about any of us."

Mark Twain

In Defense of Harriet Shelley. (must have been one devil of a woman)

and Other Essays

I'm sorry if it sounds blasphemous. I didn't write it.

2007-07-09T08:11:00.001-07:00

Just a little frustrated that its late and I can't seem to get any sleep.

here goes...courtesy of flashfried.

1. The phone rings. Who do you want it to be?

mr reeves telling me my mark was a gross error and that i actually aced econs.

2. When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your trolley?

Durh yes. Or it'll swallow my one dollar.

3. If you had to kiss the last person you kissed, would you?

i'll tell you when i get my first kiss.

4. Do you play Sudoku?

yes. but i don't seem to be getting any better at it.

5. If abandoned alone in the wilderness, would you survive?

give me rice paddies, potato fields, tomato gardens, herb garden, chicken coop (all complete with hens who lay eggs), a few cows would be nice...yeah i think i might survive.

6. Do you like tongue rings?

ouch. no.

7. Could you ever date someone with different religious beliefs?

yes. but if muslim extremism...erh, i might think twice.

8. Do you like to pursue or be pursued?

pursued. boosts your ego.

9. Use three words to describe yourself at the moment.

sian. sian. SIAN.

10. Do any songs make you cry?

erh disney songs used to. now i don't cry. because BIG GIRLS DON'T CRY.

11. Are you continuing your education?

in singapore, if you don't continue your education, you might as well stop your life too.

12. Do you know how to shoot a gun?

never shot one before. pull trigger?

13. If your house was on fire, what would be the first thing you'd save?

myself?

14. Who were the last 3 people you shared a bed with?

((HAHAHA MENAGE DU TOIR!)) I'd like to increase the status of my past bolsters to the status of my human being. So its Winnie the Pooh, Barney and Big Bird.

15. What colour are your eyes?

icy blue...no, kidding, black.

16. How tall are you?

sensitive question. please remove.

17. What colour is your hair?

black. dyed it brown. but now its half brown half black.

18. If you could do it over again, start from scratch, would you?

no. i'd get bored of life.

19. Have you ever taken pictures in a photo booth?

OF COURSE!

20. When was the last time you were at the mall?

today. heh.

21. Favourite ex?

i'll tell you when i get one.

22. Do you like mustard?

okay larh...so many things better. tomato ketchup just owns mustard.

23. Do you prefer to sleep or eat?

you can't prefer one to the other if they go together.

24. Do you look like your mum or dad?

i've got the worst of both. some sad unlucky kid.

25. How long does it take you to shower?

depends on how much time you give me to shower.

26. Can you do the splits?

what. banana splits? i'd be more than glad to learn to make them.

27. What movie do you want to see right now?

i've seen all that's worth watching. i'm boycotting potter and his silly phoenix.

28. Do you own a camera phone?

yes...as arun said...why don't you just get a lousy camera and a lousy phone in the same device since if u buy it separately, you'll get the same?

29. Was your mum a cheerleader?

HAHAHAHAHA. is that a trick question?

30. How many hours of sleep do you get a night?

what...6, 7, 8?

31. What do you buy at the movies?

tickets.

32. Do you wear your seatbelt?

yes. otherwise with mom's driving, i would be dead.

33. What do you wear to sleep?

pajamas with little teddy bears on them.

34. Anything big ever happen in your town?

what town? yio chu kang?

35. Do you like your hair straight or curly?

straight. though i've never tried curly.

36. Is your lip pierced?

i don't pierce my tongue...what makes you think i'd pierce my lip? i think puncturing holes in any part of the body other than ears is just disgusting.

37. Do you like funny or serious people better?

funny. that was such a serious question.

38. Do you like the rain?

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.

39. Ocean or pool?

ocean. pool is just a wannabe ocean.

40. What's your favourite drink?

forty cent ice lemon tea. aiyah, otherwise water is fine. everything else waste money.

41. Do you need a bf/gf to be happy?

if i haven't had one...i have absolutely no idea.

42. Do you like pink?

no.

there you go. and now i shall read my literature books to sleep. OH let me name them.

The Human Factor by Graham Greene
The Child in Time by Ian McEwan
Half a Life by V.S. Naipaul
Cakes and Ale by W. Somerset Maugham

And the first chapter of V.S. Naipaul's book is, 'A Visit from Somerset Maugham'. O.O Mr Purvis likes Graham Greene, so I'm starting with that one. HARDCORE READING. otherwise, drop H3 Lit.

2007-07-09T08:00:00.000-07:00

ASEAN food trail.

Hey, a $48 buffet dinner which we didn't pay for...not bad at all.

Besides the fact that my company at the dinner was *cough*DUBIOUS*cough*, the dinner was good. Made two Vietnamese sec 4 friends who are in actual fact a few months older than me and probably thought I was quite loser-ish because ARUN VIGNESH suanned me to them.

But that's a different matter.

Besides, I evened it all out when I dropped the prawn into his appetizer salad.

The waiting to get the food was very...erh...tedious but we had some good conversation.

The next person who MENTIONS the word 'econs' is going to die.

2007-07-08T06:42:00.000-07:00

1. Alim's comprehension. TWO of them. *cries*
2. ASEAN MCQs and open-ended questions
3. ASEAN thematic powerpoints and finding pictures.
4. Memorize bloody ASEAN screwed up programme
5. Draft email and send out email for PW to schools.
6. Collate surveys and send to Arun.
7. Get I-history position paper debate ready.

Heh. Doesn't look like I've done a lot at all.

Anyway. Started the morning receiving some tennis magazine from mom's coach. And seeing Leong Chee Jun's face on front cover.

Hm.

Then flip through magazine and find him on subsequent three other pages.

Ookay.

Then got owned at tennis by some kid half my age, gleefully teaching me how to swing my bloody racket.

-.-

Go do work. I shall go and do work. NOW.

2007-07-07T08:18:00.000-07:00

I shot the moon today. Hearts. SHOT IT DOWN. And PAULINE OR BEN COULDN'T STOP ME WOOOOTS. Jack all the way to Ace of Hearts. Ten of hearts was taken in one of the earlier sets. I win. TOTALLY.

Let's see. I have up till now only finished three-quarters of a comprehension. Which means that by tomorrow afternoon I won't be able to get the other comprehension out and Mom won't let me go play badminton.

I feel damn sad.

Anyway, today was a day out. First thing in the morning 9 am, Lit week briefing. Woke up at 8:55 am...SHIT I'M LATE. Rush, rush. Wake up dad. Rush to school. Reach school 9:05 am. Walk into AVA room thinking I'll barge in on the teacher's briefing or something. First thing I see is a guy sleeping on a table. Okay. The chairs are arranged in a vague diamond shape with an empty space in the middle of the diamond. Only the middle of the diamond is lighted up because only one row of lights is switched on. A guy with a brown hood sweater sits on a chair and mumbles to himself.

Me: "Is this session for Lit week?"
Him, with a small accent and an eerie voice: "Othello? Yarh."

I spend the subsequent fifteen minutes sitting alone. Wondering what exactly it is I'm here for. And wondering where everybody else was. Then I see the first stroke of civilisation: ALYSSA. DARRYL ENG. LICHEN. Thank god. We wait. We talk crap and wait till 9:30 am and nobody comes. Soo...Ally and lich and I go down and have cup noodle breakfast. We come back up and the teacher has arrived but nothing else has been done. Oookay. Then the teacher calls for a tech run. Lich and I realize that we're the only saigangers that are not in the cast.

Okay. The day begins.

The production is funny. Its good. Actors are good.

Othello: Patrick. Maybe his name is Patrick. Or maybe its because he looks like Patrick the starfish. I don't really know for sure. He's good. He has the very 'Othello-ish' look. The very solemn look and a voice that completely fits his lines.

Iago: Yewei. I think. I'm terrible with names. I got 'Shanghui' and 'Jeremiah' mixed up for the longest time. Damn animated and hilarious. Okay maybe because of braces his diction gets a little funny. But if you can catch what he's saying, he's brilliant. Daring. Bloody daring, if I may say. Watch and you'll know why.

Desdemona: I love her acting. I don't really know who she is. But her acting is really really good. She looks damn natural with her lines. And she's very pleasing.

Rodrigo: J2. Haha. Maybe its his face. Maybe its his lines. But he's like a comic. I don't know whether Rodrigo in the play is supposed to be comical but he's certainly portrayed as one. And frankly, I think I quite like the more comical Rodrigo. Adds a bit of life to a tragedy.

Cassio: The guy who was sleeping when I first came in. So very well. He never forgot his lines. Seriously. Others were stumbling a bit, especially poor Othello with one huge paragraph. But Cassio never stumbled. So you could always catch what he was saying.

I DIDN'T GET TO WATCH ALYSSA SAY ANTHING! *says sadly* Bianca only came in to...ahem...cosy up to Cassio but she wasn't given speaking roles. OH! I forget some more actors/actresses.

Darryl: I can't remember the name of the guy he acts as. Half the time his lines require him to say a few words, 'But speak, Othello' and then just stand there. Its a bit hard to stand there and not laugh when the others are doing something funny. Quite poor thing. They should give him more lines! I mean...I've seen Drama feste...Darryl can act what! -.-

Shu-En: HAHAHA. I only watched her one scene when her husband, Iago, was criticizing her but she sounded so vindictive a wife in her snide replies to Iago's dirty comments. It was a few lines. But it was a good few lines.

The next time there's a tech rehearsal I'm bringing a video camera. To video all the bloopers. The bloopers are hilarious. Its an acting cast for comedy. But they all act quite well! Really. Lichen and I were the only goons not really doing anything productive but just being constantly entertained. Okay, the only productive thing we did was to record the time and for Lichen to lend her umbrella...I shan't go on there. That would be revealing the best part of the show.

Conclusion: GO WATCH OTHELLO. ITS A MUST TO WATCH OTHELLO. You better have a very VALID and CONVINCING reason for not going to watch othello.

DIE

2007-07-06T04:30:00.001-07:00

Let's revise the homework list since somebody gave me a wrong deadline.

1. Alim's comprehension. TWO of them. *cries*
2. ASEAN MCQs and open-ended questions
3. ASEAN thematic powerpoints and finding pictures.
4. Memorize bloody ASEAN screwed up programme
5. Draft email and send out email for PW to schools.
6. Collate surveys and send to Arun.
7. Get I-history position paper debate ready.

And then...my dearly packed schedule over the weekend...

1. Today ended late. Asean briefing. Ended at 5.
2. Tomorrow, Litweek Othello production briefing starting at 9 am ending at 5. (but I'm definitely going to pull myself out earlier)
3. Monday, ASEAN food trail starting from 7 pm ending at 9+ pm?
4. Tuesday, New South Wales ends at 6:15 pm.
5. Wednesday: R(A) ending at 5 pm.
6. Thursday aid.AIDS meeting ending at 6+ pm.

Omg...I am so busy. I haven't felt so busy in such a long time. I swear, Term three is one craazy term. I'm going to bring my labtop to cambridge and do PW AND TERM PAPERS gah. Not a holiday at all. I should have just gone for the bloody econs trip. That's more like a holiday.

Then today's ASEAN meeting. Suanning Mr Lee. Suanning ASEAN. I realize that's much of what our meetings are made up of. Thanks to certain suanners.

And I have been hit on the head so many times with the rolled-up programme I'm starting to go dizzy.

Then I saw the GP term work. Everything I do is with Aaron.

-.-

Alim doesn't know how to give VARIETY.

2007-07-05T06:25:00.000-07:00

This poem. Is. The most creative poem I've ever seen. Read.

Winter is icummen in,
Lhude sing Goddamm,
Raineth drop and staineth slop,
and how the wind doth ramm,
Sing: Goddamm.
Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
An ague hath my ham.
Freezeth river, turneth liver,
Damn you, sing: Goddamm.
Goddamm, Goddamm, 'tis why I am, Goddamm,
So 'gainst the winter's balm.
Sing goddamm, damm, sing Goddamm,
Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM.

Ezra Pound. Oh how we dearly love her. And guess the title.

It can't be too hard. The title's either 'sing' or 'goddamn'.

Oh. Here's another one. To celebrate the return of the math papers.

On a given finite Line
Which must no way incline;
To describe an equi--
--lateral Tri--
--A, N, G, L, E.
Now let A. B.
Be the given line
Which must no way incline;
The great Mathematician
Makes this Requisition,
That we describe an Equi--
--lateral Tri--
--angle on it:
Aid us, Reason--aid us, Wit!

Oh hohohoho. Samuel Taylor Coleridge. This one's called 'A Mathematical Problem'. Read the whole thing: (http://www.eliteskills.com/analysis_poetry/A_Mathematical_Problem_by_Samuel_Taylor_Coleridge_analysis.php, you'll go nuts)

And this one...english, redefined.

W'en you full o' worry' when you are full of worry
Bout yo' wo'k an' sich, about your work and (sick?)
W'en you kind o' bothahed when you are kind of bothered
Case you cain't get rich, 'cause you can't get rich
An' yo' neighboh p'ospah and your neighbour prospers
Past his jest desu'ts, past his just desserts

I can't be bothered with the rest of it because I can barely read it. Paul Laurence Dunbar. What a blurry sounding name, don't you think?

oh the furies of blood and mire. the furies of these little half-crazed modern poets. okay night falls...i shall return to mr mac's POEM ANTHOLOGY which has led me to read these little crazy poems and some sex-crazed george bernard shaw's erotic play.

g'nite.

2007-07-05T03:03:00.001-07:00

okay. I have just realized that I'm going to have one hell of a weekend.

1. History presentation with AJ
2. McConnell's little anthology
3. Worry like shit over getting back econs and lit papers
4. GP comprehensions TWO OF THEM
5. Monday night - ASEAN food trail
6. ASEAN quiz loads of stuff due.

Whoo. I better start getting down to doing stuff.

I was going to leave that line as 'I better start getting down' but that sounded awfully wrong.

I'm bored. Blogging on reightards has made me lose stamina for this blog. Oh never mind. Song lyrics. Lyrics always do the trick.

Flowers in the Window by Travis

When I first held you I was cold
A melting snowman I was told
But there was no-one there to hold before
I swore that I would be alone for ever more

Wow look at you now
Flowers in the window
It's such a lovely day
And I'm glad you feel the same
Cause to stand up, out in the crowd
You are one in a million
And I love you so
Lets watch the flowers grow

There is no reason to feel bad
But there are many seasons to feel glad, sad, mad
It's just a bunch of feelings that we have to hold
But I am here to help you with the load

So now we're here and now is fine
So far away from there and there is time, time, time
To plant new seeds and watch them grow
So there'll be flowers in the window when we go

THIS IS WHAT I GO TO SCHOOL FOR ((its the title of the song...not what i think O.O))

2007-07-04T06:20:00.000-07:00

"What I Go To School For"

Her voice is echoed in my mind
I count the days till she is mine
Can’t tell my friends cos they will laugh
I love a member of the staff
I fight my way to front of class
To get the best view of her ass
I drop a pencil on the floor
She bends down and shows me more….

That’s what I go to school for
Even though it is a real bore
You can call me crazy
I know that she craves me
That’s what I go to school for
Even though it is a real bore
Girlfriends I’ve had plenty
None like Miss Mackenzie
That’s what I go to school for
That’s what I go to school for

So she may be thirty-three
But that doesn’t bother me
Her boyfriends working out of town
I find a reason to go round
I climb a tree outside her home
To make sure she is alone
I see her in her underwear
I can’t help but stop and stare
Everyone that u teach all day knows your looking at me in a different way
I guess thats why my marks are getting so high
I can see those tell tale signs telling me that I was on your mind
I could see that you want it more when you told me that I’m what you go to school for

I’m what you go to school for
She’s packed her bag it's in the trunk
Looks like she’s picked herself a hunk
We drive past school to say goodbye
My friends they can’t believe their eyes….

What is wrong with the pop scene man...First Stacy's Mom. Zomg. but the lyrics are funny.

ct papers XD

2007-07-04T02:15:00.000-07:00

Okay so I got back GP. Fine. Whatever. Was okay. Met minimum expectation. I'm happy. You're happy. We're good.

I finally feel like the ASEAN quiz is going somewhere. Friday there's a meeting. And meanwhile, lots of work need to be done. The write-ups are nearly all up, waiting for second draft which doesn't have MANY changes (not as many as I expected alim would make us do)...logistics are starting to kick in...and I'm strangely happy about the fact that I'm going to wear a blazer.

Hm.

Tomorrow I'm getting back two papers. Its bugging me.

And so is the fact that spaghetti is waiting for me downstairs.

CT leadership workshop. They should excuse RGS girls who have undertaken the CHARACTER LEADERSHIP MODULE in sec 4. Encouraging the Heart. Modelling the way. I swear...this is getting seriously ridiculous. Fortunately, I wasn't there for the better part of the POWERPOINT PRESENTATION (tell me, how do you teach leadership through a ppt?) because of bicult india...and I thought bicult india was a little torturous (being a complete repetition of RAP) but this was worse. Really worse.

Ooh...mommy's back. Waits patiently for nagging. I'll blog a little more later. I have spazzy pics of nerissa.

STARDUST

2007-07-03T00:24:00.000-07:00

IF YOU NEVER VISIT THIS SITE YOU WILL REGRET YOUR ENTIRE LIFE:

http://www.stardustmovie.com/site.htm

Although I deeply regret that Claire Danes is the ugliest heroine I've ever met.

term 3 day one - SURVIVED.

2007-07-03T00:10:00.001-07:00

So...spirits haven't been raised too high after the increasing influx of bad news from teachers...

Damn.

Anyway, today the humanities bloc gave a rousing welcome to three out of five students who moved amongst our midst. I think our teachers were quite excited to see them. Mr Reeves even attempted to remember their names!

Reeves: Is Jonathan *sth* here?
Jeremy Yu: No, I think he decided to stay in the arts class.
Reeves: Okay...then how about this one...Oh, I'm always bad with these chinese names...Koh...koh...
Jeremy Yu: He's not here either. He might have stayed on in his old class too.
Reeves: Okay, how about Jeremy You (mispronounciation, no doubt)?
Jeremy Yu: *raises hand*
Reeves: OH YOU?

The pun was hilarious. Sent us all bursting with laughter. Oh, dear Mr Reeves, how I have missed his little witticisms.

I see pride and prejudice has still gotten a hold on me.

Notice how I UNDERLINED the title.

Then Mrs Perry. I realized both Mr Reeves and Mrs Perry spent the good part of their lessons yakking away to us, whether about CTs or other random things...its obvious they've missed us. Mr Reeves has had nobody to talk to but the cat. HAHA. Mrs Perry just...missed us. Aww. I feel all mushy inside.

I suppose I better love them as much as I can now because when I get back my scripts, I'd probably want to rip them apart.

I only had three blocks today. Rolly just went, oh he didn't prepare for the lesson, we get a free block. ZOMG?! Oh how we love Rolly too.

So it was bridge game after bridge game after bridge game. AJ gave me a nice tattoo with black marker on both sides of my neck which looked absolutely hideous. Had she chosen a red marker, I would have folded my collar up and buttoned it.

Flying Away to Boston

2007-07-02T07:08:00.000-07:00

The songs are very addictive. I've been listening to them all day long, goodness.

Boston

In the light of the sun, is there anyone?
Oh it has begun...
Oh dear you look so lost, eyes are red and tears are shed,
This world you must've crossed...

you said...

You don't know me, you don't even care, oh yeah,
She
You don't know me, and you don't wear my chains... oh yeah,

Essential yet appealed, carry all your thoughts across
An open field,
When flowers gaze at you... they're not the only ones who cry
When they see you

You said...

You don't know me, you don't even care, oh yeah,
She said
You don't know me, and you don't wear my chains... oh yeah,
She said I think I'll go to Boston...
I think I'll start a new life,
I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name,
I'll get out of California,
I'm tired of the weather,
I think I'll get a lover and fly em out to Spain...
I think I'll go to Boston,
I think that I'm just tired
I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind...
I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset,
I hear it's nice in the Summer, some snow would be nice... oh yeah,
You don't know me, you don't even care...Boston...

where no one knows my name... yeah

MOVIE SPOILERS - YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

2007-07-01T23:51:00.000-07:00

Transformers.

was.

good.

Take that, ong sor fern.

Minus the cheesy lines the movie was good.

Don't get me wrong, the lines for Shia LaBeouf and all the other humans was brilliant, witty, funny but the lines for the robots were...erh...goosepimply. Just...damn DAMN cliched.

"I AM OPTIMUS PRIME"

The first time it did sound kind of high and mighty.

"I AM OPTIMUS PRIME"

The second time just made it look no different from the cartoon.

"I AM OPTIMUS PRIME"

LIKE GIVE UP ALREADY WE GOT IT THE FIRST TIME!

I think the best robot was the little handphone. Even though its screentime was shorter than 15 minutes it was still the best of them all.

And the show gets you wondering why the bad guys are smart enough to imitate the prototypes of FIGHTER JETS and WAR TANKS and POLICE CARS while our good guys had to crash land into a HIGHWAY and turn into porsches, hyundais, ambulances and huge trucks...

I really wonder how they won that battle.

Then the king of all cheesy scenes at the end.

"Permission to speak sir." ((this from bumble bee...the little broken down yellow car))
"Yes, bumble bee?" ((nice name, I must say))
"I'd like to stay with Sam." ((sam being shia labeouf))
"If that's your choice, so be it."

Okay the whole theatre goes, 'AWWWW...' like 'aww the little yellow and black striped car is leaving the autubots to stay with the human sam'

But the final scene shows Optimus Prime going, 'since we destroyed the cube...we cannot rebuild our planet and have to remain on earth hidden amongst earthlings blahblahblah...' and the truth hits that, wait a minute they are ALL staying because they HAVE NO CHOICE.

But the action sequences were good. Shia Lebouf's lines were hilarious. Megan Fox is the epitome of hot-ness. Josh Duhamel rates nine and a half on a scale of ten of dropdeadgorgeousness. The show was good. Clap on the back for Spielberg and Michael Bay.

Of course the movie was a wonderful experience seeing that I had running commentary from my homegrown movie psychic: CHRISTOPHER SAW and the man behind had running commentary from his daughter. I swear they took turns. The minute my brother was sufficiently taken in by the actions sequences as to SHUT UP, the girl behind me begins.

"OH DAD THAT'S THE ONE THAT'S THE JAZZ GUY I TOLD YOU ABOUT WHO DIED AT THE END..."

oookay...

"AND MEGATRON! YARH SAM KILLED MEGATRON DAD SAM KILLED MEGATRON"

In the first fifteen minutes of the show, I knew roughly the entire storyline. Efficient, eh?

And my dearest brother. In the first scene where soldiers sit in the helicopter my brother goes, "THE SCORPION'S GONNA COME OUT ANY MINUTE NOW!"

So I wait for the scorpion to come out.

and wait.

and wait.

The scorpion comes out a good twenty five minutes into the show. And when it does, my brother goes.

"SEE! Told you the scorpion was going to come out."

-_-

2007-06-30T21:18:00.001-07:00

I have been increasingly lazy to blog.

That sentence strangely didn't sound grammatically correct.

Whatever.

Yesterday class gave Walter a rousing farewell. He was so touched by it. The only departing passenger with a WHOLE entourage of people waving goodbye to him from behind glass windows. Sigh. I wish there was such good reception when the Reach Cambridge people leave. But then again we leave on a Tuesday morning midway through math lecture. Eeps. We'll miss Walter. And the note he wrote to the class was so hilarious and uniquely Walter. Bad handwriting...and bad rhyming. HAHAHAHA.

After that went for movie at Vivo. Its the first time I went to watch a movie in Vivo. And the effects were damn good. Sound was good. Screen was nice and good. Satisfactory. Actually...its the first time I walked in to the theatres to watch an NC-16 movie. Hm. That just dawned upon me. I've never watched an NC-16 movie before. AND THEY DIDN'T ASK TO CHECK MY I/C. Woooots. The advertisements were...NC-16 adverts too. Completely freaked me out. The advert for NO VACANCY threw me off my seat. Then there was the one for the siamese twins freak show. Zomg. I wanted to like rush out and hide in the toilet or sth. TERRIBLE ADVERTS. I hated them so bad.

Hot Fuzz was daaaamn funny. Mr Cocker. Mr Blower. And Mr Butterman. o.O

A little violent at times. I just had to put my head down.

But the show was good. Yet I don't think I'll ever watch any other NC-16 show ever again.

2007-06-28T04:08:00.000-07:00

new layout. and bloody BLOODY cool.

i LOOOOOVE the little ship that sails on top. ah well. like one of the previous blogs this one will probably spoil after a while but...worth a try. after all its SO cute!

EXAMS OVER

2007-06-28T03:39:00.000-07:00

I am so happy.

Deliriously happy.

Unbelievably happy.

And I can't believe I was such a guai gia and just came home straight after exams.

Erm...partly because I was lazy larh.

But I am so happy.

HAPPYY.

I feel like redoing my blog. I shall redo my blog. Because now I have all the time in the world to redo my blog.

OMG WHEN DID I HAVE THIS MUCH TIME?!

i feel free.

and high.

HIIIIGHHH ANNNNDDD DDDRRRRYYYY

reader's digest jokes.

2007-06-27T00:41:00.000-07:00

I'm going to stop myself from mentioning anything close to the word h****** before it completely destroys my day.

I got a nice pretty mail today from reader's digest:

You're through to the Final Stage in the Sweepstakes in which you get to win any of the 3754 prizes - including the Grand Prize of S$175,000!

Well it all sounds nice and fluffy and a little bit real till I get to this part...

A few weeks ago, I wrote to remind you that your subscription to the magazine would be continued as promised for a further year, at a special discount, unless you gave us instructions to the contrary.

I'm delighted that you've decided to continue with Reader's Digest and I now have the pleasure of sending you the first issue of your renewed subscription.

The attached bill credits you with the discount that is yours as a Privileged Subscriber and shows the amount now due. Please use the postage-free Reply Envelope provided to return your bill and payment.

We want to show you how much we appreciate your patronage. And so, as a 'thank you' for paying promptly, we're delighted to offer you a Free stylish and handy Document Holder!

I stop quoting here. Because that is the part of the letter that has me a bit stunned. Because..

1. I have no intention of continuing subscription. I only did the one year subscription because it was free (...its another long story)

2. A specially discounted subscription still costs $95 and no way am I paying that much to get a magazine which I don't read.

Oh well. And they've alreaedy sent one copy of my supposedly RENEWED subscription. And I don't remember ANY MENTION of the fact that I have to TELL them that I don't want to renew my subscription after the one year free. Damn it. Stupid reader's digest.

Well since I got it anyway...I might as well read the jokes. At least the jokes. The others are kinda crappy and cliched. But we'll leave it at that.

My boyfriend, not very happy with my sudden bad tempers, bought me a mood ring so he can monitor how I'm feeling at all times. When I'm in a good mood, it turns green. When I'm in a bad mood, it leaves a big red mark on his cheek. Maybe next time he'll buy me a diamond.

HAH. One for the women.

The doctor's office was crowded as usual, but the doctor was painfully slow. After waiting for two hour, an old man slowly stood up and started walking towards the door. "Where are you going?" the receptionist called out. "Well," he said. "I figured I'd go home and die a natural death."

Says loads about the relationship between doctors and the number of natural deaths in a country.

The gunslinger swaggered into the saloon. He looked to his left. "Everybody on that side of the room is a lily-livered, yellow-bellied coward," he shouted. He looked to his right. "Everybody on this side is a flabby, dimwitted saddle tramp." No-one dared challenge him. Satisfied, he was ordering a drink when he heard the sound of hurried footsteps. "Where do you think you're going?" he yelled at the little guy who'd stopped in his tracks. "Sorry," the man said. "I was on the wrong side of the room."

Self-own.

A Cherokee indian was a special guest at my sister's primary school class. He talked to the children about his tribe and its traditions. Then, he went on to share with them this fun fact: "There are no swear words in the Cherokee language." One boy raised his hand. "But what if you're hammering a nail and accidentally smash your thumb?" "That," the fellow good-naturedly answered, "is when we use your language."

I would suggest hokkien. It works even better.

math ct

2007-06-26T03:30:00.000-07:00

matrices
matrices
matrices
matrices
matrices
MATRICES

I hate myself.

A matrix question I answered manually. And I didn't get the answer. I wasted TEN WHOLE FRIGGING MINUTES trying to figure out why it was so hard to do. DAMN IT. Now I can only hope for method marks.

*cries*

Tomorrow is d-day. I don't have enough time for econs...what makes you think I'll have enough time for history? daaaaamn.

econs paper

2007-06-25T03:51:00.001-07:00

Econs was...dead. Terrible. All the most negative words put together.

The questions were one thing.

Time was another.

I didn't have enough time.

Sounds like what someone would say at his/her dying bed and frankly...it almost became one.

I know what would be written on my tombstone: she never had enough time

Come on...how can you write a decent-length essay in forty five minutes??? Its really quite crazy.

The next worry: history *dies*

2007-06-24T01:42:00.001-07:00

GOOD LUCK FOR THE EXAMS!

May you be blessed with...

1. The answer sheet.
2. Eyes wide open.
3. A damn fast hand.
4. Vocabulary of a dictionary.
5. Un-extinguishable pen ink.
6. Time at your beck and call.
7. since tomorrow is econs... The brain of Adam Smith/Jamie Reeves. Either one would work as well.
8. A bloody easy question or even better still...a question that we have attempted before and have received the answer sheet to...
9. Loads of luck.
10. An emergency refill of luck you know...just in case

Have fun. See you peeps at 12:15 tomorrow.

2007-06-23T08:05:00.000-07:00

I feel a revived sense of pride...

PRINCE WILLIAM IS SHORTER THAN HIS KID BROTHER.

I am not the only oldest child in the world to be towered over by her siblings...

Yes, unfortunately, I did a check on my brother this morning which produced startling results. Over a period of two years odd, he has graduated from my elbow to a bit above my chin.

Give a few more years and he'll be the same height as me...

Double those years and he'll be taller than me.

Oh no.

Ate chilli crab today. As my crab-eating skills really sucks...by the time I attacked the little marine creature, I had only devoured one pincer while the rest had been gone with the wind.

Hehe, no, gone down my mom's stomach. She eats crabs extremely fast. She has my respect.

My cousin's piano teacher is actually quite good-looking. I know, superbly disturbing thought but really...his piano teacher is what...twenty? And Portugese German. Hm. The next step is to find out his name. ;)

THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW

can you feel the eminent gloom? I can feel the economics question all rushing towards me...drowning out my screams and cries for help...

ookay maybe I've been watching a tad too many apocalyptic films.

Can't blame me, I re-read War of the Worlds.

Happy mugging you lot of people.

dear GPS

2007-06-23T03:07:00.000-07:00

Dad got a GPS fixed for the car.

For about a day.

Because the GPS really sucked.

500 m speed camera.

500 m later there's another blinking signal...500 m speed camera.

Okay, the first signs of wonky GPS.

Next, the GPS says 'get on the highway and continue on'. We were heading for the Cairnhill exit. The GPS read 'continue on the highway'. Cairnhill exit looms ahead. "continue on the highway".

-_-

reightards outing. like finally.

2007-06-22T04:37:00.000-07:00

I shall be the first to give my account of the outing...before any warped versions emerge

Met at 10:30 (or rather because I was late I reached there at 10:50) for somebody to hear me sing and make sure I wasn't out of tune and supposedly sing with me. Well, that was wishful thinking. Because after about 15 minutes of practising...I got around to singing that silly song...but without a certain duet partner who conveniently changed the topic of singing to the subject of the bowl everytime she was asked.

Hm.

After that, went to buy cake. A really enlightening little tour around Orchard road really.

Liqi: Let's find a breadtalk and buy a green tea cake because cat likes green tea.
Me: Yarh there's one around the corner.

There isn't one around the...corner. I got breadtalk mixed up with some small diner's. Okay. My bad. We walk into the basement of Tangs and see a Polar.

Me: Let's take a look.
Liqi: Polar cakes kind of suck.
Me: Okay...
Liqi: Let's just find breadtalk, I'm sure its somewhere around.
Me: Okay.

We walk inside and find that there are no other cake shops, but because we want higher quality cake, we walk the underground pass.

Liqi: I know there's breadtalk in wisma.
Me: Yarh. Does this underground pass lead to wisma?
Liqi: Yarh, I think it does. Let's walk anyway.

So we walk the underground pass and find ourselves at Wheelock Place.

Me: OH THERE'S A NYDC AT WHEELOCK PLACE. CHEEESECAKE!!
Liqi: REALLY? Okay let's go.

We walk up...somehow...I can't find NYDC. Instead we meet Cedele which has cakes for $40-$50. Oookay. We walk out. From the escalator we look down and see a small little counter with a sign above that says 'Coffee Bean'. Brilliant. We take escalator down. And go to coffee bean.

Me: All the cakes are sold in slices.
Liqi: Whatever, we're late.

So we decide to buy four slices of cake for 7 people to share (which proved more than enough) and came up to $19.20. Then we ask the girl for candles; to which she shot us puzzled looks because we bought four slices of different cakes and asked for four candles. Hm. Then we walk out.

Liqi: Oh my god, we could have got the cake from hard rock cafe.
Me: You shithead.
Liqi: But never mind, the cakes would be expensive anyway.
Me: Okay, good point.

We reached Hard Rock Cafe. And just outside the turn into Hard Rock Cafe guess what we saw...

1. Coffee Bean
2. Starbucks
3. Breadtalk

I don't know about Liqi but I felt like a complete asshole.

Lunch was very good. Because dear kind melmel had hard rock cafe vouchers we only paid $2 per person. For baby back ribs and pasta and fish and chips and smoothies...IMAGINE THAT PEOPLE. Even hawker fare doesn't cost just $2. All thanks to melmel. I owe her a big one.

And when they brought out the cake, cat was absolutely blushing. Frankly I didn't expect such a huge ruckus to be made...there were loudhailers and whistles and clapping and all sorts of things. Next time...I know where to celebrate mom/dad's birthday.

Went to kino after that and looked at pretty notebooks that if I bought I could never bring myself to use and went for movie with lich and brenda. PIRATES. Oh god, I waited so long to catch those silly pirates. And I finally did. And I feel very satisfied.

Of course there was a bigger price than $8 to pay for the ticket. Since dearest brenda said the movie was at plaza sing at 3pm and my watch told me it was exactly 3 pm when we left kino...we were in this crazy rush. I, for one, was running in HEELS while brenda wore SLIPPERS and lich wore SPORTS SHOES. Hell, I didn't know there was going to be running...so we ran. Ran and missed the bus. Then when we got the next bus, practically ran to the theatres to find a loooong queue for the tickets. Time was 3:15pm. Then suddenly....

Lich points to screen: Erh people...I don't think the movie's at 3...
Brenda: IT IS!
Lich: Its at 3:30pm
Me: GLARES AT BRENDA.

So I walked into the theatre with my hair flying like a mad woman all around me and sore blistered feet.

The next big error: ordering a huge cup of ice lemon tea into the theatre.

1. It positively FREEZED me inside out. I thought my feet might drop off from frostbite.
2. I needed so desperately to pee.

But I wanted so desperately to see the bonus scene at the end of the show too. So we waited for credits. Credits that lasted DAMN BLOODY LONG. They repeated the cast quite a few times. Then went on to producers then costume managers, music producers, script writers, special thanks, sponsors, music scores....OH GOD LIKE BLOODY HELL GET IT OVER AND DONE WITH. My pee was frozen. They played a total of THREE songs just to GET OVER THE CREDITS. And the bonus scene was approximately 10 minutes long. Wow gee thanks. A 15 minute credit for a 10 minute bonus scene. GO TO HELL BRUCKHEIMER.

Despite frozen pee, I still had to pee. So we walked out of the theatre and met this MAZE which we had to get through to get OUT of the theatre and onto the main floor. The arrows were ALL OVER the place. Sometimes you wonder why they couldn't build a STRAIGHT route. Seriously, it was much faster to enter than it was to exit.

Never mind. So we finally got out of the maze. And then...signs that took us ONE BIG ROUND around the floor to get to the toilet.

I'm gonna kill whoever built Plaza Singapura.

So I ran in heels twice. One because I thought I was going to miss the show. Secondly because my bladder took heed over my pain.

Its been a bloody tiring day.

2007-06-21T00:02:00.000-07:00

wooots. haven't posted in quite some time.

After procrastinating for nearly a month....*drumroll*....I went running today

*gasp*

I am sooo proud of myself.

Even though I kept stopping halfway through because I was being barked down by the whole neighbourhood of dogs...

But it was a short satisfying run.

I feel exhilarated.

And excited.

BECAUSE TOMORROW IS THE LONG-POSTPONED REIGHTARDS OUTING.

Yes...after a little more than a month we're FINALLY having an outing.

DAMN it took so long.

history is driving me nuts. the names of the bloody nationalist groups. Sometimes you wonder...why couldn't they just choose SIMPLE names. Not names like Indische Sociaal Democratische Party or the Perserikatan Nasional Indonesia...why can't they just bloody well be 'Communists' and 'Nationalists'.

And U Chit Hlaing and U Ba Pe and Phan Boi Chau and Phan Chau Trinh...they had foreign education...so for heaven's sake go get a christian name. Robert. Bob. John. And these are worse...you can't use abbreviations for them. UCH and UBP and PBC and PCT.

ech.

REIGHTARDS...TOMORROW WE MEET.

2007-06-18T04:47:00.000-07:00

brilliant. This computer in some small stinky cyber cafe just took 13 minutes to get to this page.

And its gonna take another 15 minutes to publish the post while my time's running out.

Great.

Reightards outing has been postponed. Making me feel very sad. But I hope gen gets well soon. XD Actually, I just ate milk-less chocolate today and was so tempted to buy a box just to bring to the outing but...I figured if I got a box, they would be finished before the outing ever arrived soo...

Cheryl has introduced me to DBSK. Or rather, I introduced her to it, forgot about it, and now she's gone head over heels over them so much so that I know all their songs. (Because she blasts it everyday). They're not bad...save a few really REALLY horrid ones. Someone should tell them to stick to Korean. Singing an english mariah carey song really doesn't work very nicely for them. Neither does it for Boa. But one of their members is quite hot. Only one. I have nothing to say about the rest. They all look quite like plastic dolls.

Well,they are korean.

I want to watch the Transformers.

I want to watch Nancy Drew.

I want to watch Harry Potter.

I want to watch Stardust.

So that'll be about approximately four free Golden Village movie tickets.

I'm gonna start filling in those lucky draw tickets.

now to start the twenty minute publishing...

2007-06-17T02:34:00.000-07:00

Reightards outing TUESDAY. Zomg I'm so excited.

Didn't go for tennis today because I didn't really feel like going.

Jolyn says:
reightards.. sounds like retards ^^

HAHAHAHAHA

I wonder why, eh?

I'm not making sense. blech.

Because I wanted to save on smses...to a13b peeps: please help me remind the entire class that seahist is nationalism and jo, inthist is origins and globalisation, thanks very much (fr aaron with greetings fr france)

I didn't reply him because smses cost more that way. And hell no am I going to spend money on an sms to france abt history.

Speaking of france, my sister has spent the last week going on and on about her trip to france and stuff. Sometimes you just wish she'd shut up and not rub it in your face, damnit. No, kidding. But most of her trips were to museums so...didn't sound AS fun as the econs trip, I suppose. Oh well.

Okay, better get back to alim's ASEAN stuff...I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABT THE DEADLINE! How smart of me really. Now I have to chiong like shit. Thanks.

2007-06-15T19:53:00.000-07:00

You Are Not Destined to Rule the World

You are destined for something else... Like inventing a new type of cupcake.You just don't have the stomach for brutality.But watch out - because many people do!

http://www.blogthings.com/areyoudestinedforworlddominationquiz/">Are You Destined For World Domination?

Erh...inventing a new type of cupcake. Hey, you can achieve world domination with a cupcake kay!

mugginggggggggggggg

2007-06-12T02:17:00.001-07:00

I need to learn to FOCUS.

Been listening to the soundtrack from Dreamgirls with gorgeous songs. And everytime I'm close to getting the answer to the math question, Jennifer Hudson screams into one ear and Eddie Murphy into the other.

The reightards have returned. Actually they returned yesterday, but they were all jetlagging yesterday anyway. My sis returned today with never ending tales about France and Belgium and Paris and the disgusting smelly student's hostel she stayed in (but that's not the point). And she bought a nice shirt for me. Unfortunately its obvious she measured the shirt size according to her own petite frame which is quite a bit much smaller than I am. So soon enough, the shirt's gonna be hers. And caramels from Belgium. I haven't the heart to open the tin can. Because its such a pretty tin can.

I can't wait to go to Cambridge. And I want to go now.

This weekend is Father's Day. I'm racking my brains to find something to get him. In the span of a few days. I'm dragging myself out of bed tomorrow to go to school and do what I needed to do before I zoomed off to Krabi.

I want it to rain.

And I need new songs. I spent four hours odd flying to BKK and back to Singapore from Krabi listening to all my songs forward and backward. I can sing every bloody song on my mp3. I need new songs. Fast. For now, Dreamgirls is still lasting me through, but it won't be long before I really REALLY tire of it.

I want the music and lyrics soundtrack.

Listen by Beyonce Knowles

Listen to the song here in my heart
a melody I start but can't complete
Listen to the sound from deep within
Its only beginning to find release

Ohh the time has come for my dreams to be heard
They will not be pushed aside and turned
Into your own, all 'cause you won't listen

Listen
I am alone at a crossroads
I'm not at home in my own home
And I've tried and tried
To say whats on my mind
You should have known
Now I'm done believing you
You don't know what I'm feeling
I'm more than what
You've made of me
I followed the voice, you gave to me
But now I've gotta find my own

You should have listened
There was someone here inside
Someone I thought had died
So long ago
Oh I'm screaming out
And my dreams will be heard
They will not be pushed aside or turned
Into your own
All 'cause you won't listen

post-krabi 2007

2007-06-10T08:04:00.000-07:00

ah...krabi was fun. Even though the last time I went to krabi was only about a month ago and trust me...there were quite a handful of people who were rather surprised to see us again.

First there were the three nights in bangkok, of which the first night was only a night. Arrived at close to nine and immediately plonked down to beauty sleep. On a bed infested with bugs. At least I hope it was bugs. I got a whole nest of red bites all over my neck. It looked terrible in more than one way. Then the next two days were just mad shopping. We tried Emporium shopping centre first, where we just went window shopping because the prices were the same or higher than in Singapore. And I absolutely love the little bunny from the playboy brand, but dad didn't want to pay for the shirt. He said it'd be funding porn. That isn't exactly wrong either. Next day was at the Sunday Chaktuchak market. Which was much better. Even though it was crowded, sticky, unbelievably humid; plus the fact that you had throngs and throngs of people shouting and screaming in thai across the stalls...it was a lovely local atmosphere.

Krabi was much quieter. We spent five nights there. The first two nights at Central Krabi. That was interesting. A five-star hotel (which we got cheap because we got the rooms the day before we went there to stay). We had to take a BOAT to the hotel. A five minute ride by van, then a ten minute ride by speed boat to some exclusive spot on the other side of Ao Nang beach where the hotel was located. From there the boat came every two hours. TWO HOURS. And without a 12:00 boat. We were literally STUCK there. And because of its exclusiveness it very obviously catered more to honeymooners than to huge families. And since it was low season (a.k.a 30% occupancy)...we were the ONLY big family there. Felt really weird.

When angmohs were sunbathing with tanning lotion, we were loading on huge scoops of sunblock. I avoided the sun; the angmoh honeymooners looked for it. And as far as I was concerned, I didn't really like eating by candlelight. Hell, I couldn't even see the prawn I was devouring.

But the pool was nice. Where I was forced to accompany my brother for the better half of the two days there.

French Open ladies. Yeah, even overseas, I couldn't miss it for nothing. Even though it wasn't much of a match. The hotel we subsequently stayed in, Buri Tari, did not have Super Sports. Which spelt trouble. Because no super sports = no French Open. We drove all the way to a small Italian joint and sat in the back over pizza to watch Henin face down Ivanovic. Thank God it wasn't a long game. I was wondering how long it'd take for them to kick us out seeing we were only drinking their bottled water.

On the second day at Krabi we went island-hopping. That was new. Hired a boat (by very expert bargaining from my father who managed to convince him that he wouldn't get another better customer that day). Went to Railay bay. That was okay. It was just like Ao Nang beach, only minus all the hustle and bustle of small restaurants. By right, the boatman recommended we take a fifteen minute walk to the opposite beach, Phra Nang beach. But anymore walking and I would reach the beach as a puddle of Christabel. So bloody BLOODY hot.

Next island: Koh Poda. From Koh Poda there was a little sand bank for us to walk through to the other extension, an even smaller island. Gorgeous. The view from walking across the sand bank was gorgeous. Because the sand bank was half submerged in water. It was like walking on water. Perfect. That was the place where the ex Fairfield principal got washed away with her son. Quite sad. But we went during low tide; so the water was at our knees. High tide the water would be at our necks.

Then CHICKEN island. Haha. I looked at the silly island from every angle possible and it still looks NOTHING like a chicken. Its like how turtle island looks more like an angry man's face and fish island looks like a shipwreck off the set of Pirates of the Carribean. But there were LOADS of fish there. Feeding the fish was fun. They came right up to you. And if you got any sweet things on your legs, they would nibble at it. Which the guide said was ticklish but honestly...it was quite bloody painful. I kicked a few fish quite far away because they nibbled a bit too much.

Kayaking. Ah...it felt so good. Kayaked with my mom. And with my absolutely brilliant kayaking skill, nearly sent the kayak crashing into the limestone rock. Which freaked the hell out of me. And mom. And sent us both screaming. Barely half an hour, we kayaked back.

And so that was the end of my holiday. Now its back to MUGGING. I brought mugging stuff to thailand, and found not no time for mugging, but rather found that even during mugging time I wasn't exactly considering. The words just kept rolling and rolling.

AND FEDERER IS GONNA WIN THE FRENCH OPEN.

(right now he's kinda losing BUT...)

WITH MY SUPPORT HE WILL DEFINITELY WIN!

ALL YOU PEOPLE IN FRANCE...ROLAND-GARROS NOW...

SHREK THREEEE

2007-06-01T06:55:00.000-07:00

Shrek 3 is damn funny. I know the movie reviews said it was lame and gave it three or two stars out of five and what not but...its really quite hilarious.

Especially when Frog King Harold was dying. His expressions were SOO hilarious I couldn't help myself.

I brought my brother and sister to watch. Christopher was jumping out off his pants in excitement. Okay, its only an expression. He must have loved the movie outing. Got him a cheesy hot dog in the theatre and when he came out, gave him an ice cream from macs. You could practically see the glow on his face. And when Cheryl got him the shrek ears hairband...he was even more excited. Insisted on wearing it into the theatre. Hm.

And it took me a while to convince him that it was pronounced 'shrek' and not 'shriek'.

sending cheryl off

2007-06-01T06:52:00.000-07:00

I sent my sister off today. To france.

Seems like Europe is swallowing up everybody around me.

No matter. Flight to bangkok tomorrow is at 7:30 pm.

boring day

2007-05-31T06:48:00.000-07:00

Following a timetable isn't as easy as making it.

I hate my timetable. I just shredded it. Wooots.

The reightards (or most of them) have just left Singapore. ENVY. Omg.

I HATE MATH. Its official. I really REALLY hate it. Like tell the graph to go to hell damnit.

Grah. I can't blog. Reightards, pls come back. NOW.

what would you do if your best friend turned gay?

2007-05-30T06:21:00.001-07:00

People's answers to the question, 'what would you do if your best friend turned gay?'

WTH
WTF. donch even think about it.
Erh they are not.
... They already are.
[insert somebody's name here]? Isn't he already gay?

Hm very interesting results.

loads of random stuff

2007-05-30T05:47:00.000-07:00

...and I want you all to remember - that you must not dream yourselves back to the times before the war, but the dream for you all, young and old, must be to create an ideal of human decency, and not a narro-wminded and prejudiced one. That is the great gift our country hungers for, something every little peasant boy can look forward to, and with pleasure feel he is a part of - something he can work and fight for.

Kim Malthe Bruun
Danish resistance leader, World War II

Funny how phrases like that can be so applicable now.

Temperatures today have been at 33 degrees. Bloody BLOODY hot. And I KNOW its not because of me. I might be shamelessly hot but not to THAT extent.

More and more lyrics:

18 years have come and gone
For momma they flew by
But for me they drug on and on
We were loading up that Chevy
Both tryin' not to cry
Momma kept on talking
Putting off good-bye
Then she took my hand and said
'Baby don't forget

Before you hit the highway
You better stop for gas
There's a 50 in the ashtray
In case you run short on cash
Here's a map and here's a Bible
If you ever lose your way
Just one more thing before you leave
Don't forget to remember me

'This downtown apartment sure makes me miss home
And those bills there on the counter
Keep telling me I'm on my own
And just like every Sunday I called momma up last night
And even when it's not, I tell her everything's alright
Before we hung up I said

'Hey momma, don't forget to tell my baby sister
I'll see her in the fall
And tell mee-ma that I miss her
Yeah, I should give her a call
And make sure you tell Daddy that I'm still his little girl
Yeah, I still feel like I'm where I'm supposed to be
Don't forget to remember me'

Tonight I find myself kneeling by the bed to pray
I haven't done this in a while
So I don't know what to say but
'Lord I feel so small sometimes in this big ol' place
Yeah, I know there are more important things,
But don't forget to remember me
But don't forget to remember me'

I think I'll sing this song for my mom before I go overseas and study. And I'll cry and she'll cry. No, in that case better not.

the past few days...

2007-05-28T06:08:00.000-07:00

...licki i love you for sending me the 'i'm your angel' song. Its DAMN nice. I LOOOVE R Kelly and I LOOOOVE Celine Dion. Omg like perfect combination?

OG OUTING ROCKED! Well I was so happy we had a nice big turn out. Erh...comparatively bigger larh compared to past outings. We dunked lich. No wait. Zach and fuggin conspired to BACKstab lich. Quoting Eminem nicely, backstabbers only hurt you when your back is turned. The point was to push fuginn into the pool. But when lich and I decided to push, fuginn ducked and zach ran through and pushed lich in. Hm. Actually a good plan. If the phone hadn't been in with her. It'd be a very good plan. But the point of it all was that fuginn self-dunked after that. Which was good. So aim achieved. Yay.

Pizza was okay. Although I ate it when it was cold so there. Then went up to lich's house after she and fuginn were dripping wet. And watched Shrek TWO!! Before that, watched the silly class video. That was bloody embarrassing. But Shrek TWO was fun. I think I fell asleep after he got the potion and stuff, but before that it was damn nice. And the OG met the most manly of the men...THE UGLY STEPSISTER. HAHAHAHAHAHA. Damn man.

I shall go running tomorrow. I'm so proud of myself. Got out me work plan for the holidays. How rock is that? And I even allocated time for EXERCISE because I want to get SOMETHING MORE THAN BRONZE next year so must start training NOW. Yeesssss...

And golf today with dad. So satisfying. Its been quite long since I did something with just him. It felt so good to do that today. I realize. Its very nice to talk to him. Its very nice to talk to your dad.

Somehow its the feeling you always grow up with. The feeling that your dad is invincible. Nothing could bother dad. There was nothing dad couldn't fix. Dad was THE MAN. If dad couldn't do it, no one else could. And its an even weirder feeling to watch your dad grow older. To realize that your dad CAN get sick. That one day it'll be you giving your dad cough drops and not the other way round.

oooh emo. But its only a short paragraph on emo. Never mind. After all R(A) is having a teenage angst workshop. So I can go there and learn something. HANDLING ANGST. wooots.

END OF TERM

2007-05-25T06:37:00.000-07:00

End of Term. I feel so sad suddenly...considering we won't be organizing a class outing till after the CTs...I feel sad.

Can you imagine? I'll feel ten times worse come j2 grad night. Maybe i won't go. Otherwise I'll just completely forget myself and cry my lungs out. And that'll be embarrassing.

Joanne Lui is leaving us. I swear. WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD MAMMA? WHY are all the good teachers leaving us one by one? WHY? I am DEVASTATED. I will return to school wearing black and I will be in mourning for a week.

Tomorrow OG bbq. I'm so sad I can't miss golf for the bbq. My mom will just slaughter me. And considering how bad my golf has become...I think I'll HAVE to go for training. Grrrrrrrrr. Never mind. I shall just go late. SIGH.

The feeling of whacking 300 golf balls is really good. (I nearly wrote that as gold balls) But it feels really good. Don't think of anything...just one ball after another. Use driver. Longest and heaviest club and just WHACK. Damn shiok. The balls kind of all shang-ed but to hell with them. Then after that when I was all sweaty, coach came, looking rather stunned. Asked me if I just went swimming. Hahaha. Whacking so many balls probably screwed up my swing but wdv larh. It felt good.

Tomorrow I shall go whack more.

And ask the uncle to give me free balls.

I had something I wanted to blog about but it just slipped my mind.

Aiyah wdv larh. When I remember it, I'll come blog again.

Omg blog-whore.

basketball cip

2007-05-24T06:47:00.000-07:00

Damn fun.

I've never felt so satisfied before. Sighs.

Went to help at some inter-school friendly basketball competition at east spring secondary (ALL THE WAY IN TAMPINES but that's not the point). There were like only 7 ppl there...quite pathetic but it was still very fun. michelle, val, lydia, me, koay, mao, zach. Basically was doing saigang, since I can't exactly REFEREE (imagine what a game that would be) so I take down scores. But its quite exciting. The games are quite good! Or maybe they are good to the standards of some noob who rarely watches bball...but whatever. And Green View Sec only entered like ONE team when you're supposed to enter TWO so they were playing consecutively for twenty minutes at a go, then a ten minute break, then another twenty minutes....wah....but they put up a good show. Even though one guy cramped up real bad, one guy was close to fainting...it was still good team spirit. East Spring sec was imba. And they had mr zai-ness...the minute the ball goes to him, some way or another it'll end up in the basket. Okay not a very good way of putting it since ALL balls would somehow end up thru the basket...but you get the point. And fuhwa sec had some 1.9 person. I thought fuggin would be the tallest guy I would ever meet. This sec 4 just broke the record. And against the puny (in comparison larh) east spring sec ppl, he just needed to raise both his hands in the air and he completely blocked out the poor boy larh.

And then we had an exhibition match. RJC against the winning team. We lost by two points...but it was a very nice game to watch. Because there were pro players like mao and zach and koay. So it was damn fun. And even though we lost...it didn't really matter. Because what mattered was that we raised their spirits anyway. Especially when we were playing against them, it was kind of like fuhwa and east spring and green view all cheering as one (against the solo cheerers lydia and me but that was alright). And the fact that they won us showed that they weren't very lousy people...that they had potential...AWWW i feel so emotional and happy and delighted now.

Then after that it was dinner. Three guys had four plates of chicken rice plus two extra bowls of rice between them. Then played scissors paper stone and oyabayasom (omg is there any proper way or actually spelling this?) to see who would get which part of the chicken rice. In the end mao won it ALL? Like one game of scissors paper stone, and two games of oyabaya wdv shit. And he won ALL THREE? And the table next to us, the lady could hear it all and she was LAUGHING away.

Then after that...the most bleeding torturous part of the day. THE TAXI RIDE HOME WITH MR CHRISTOPHER KOAY. Omg...I have NEVER met with anyone LAMER than him. First, we completely self-owned by walking to the escalator. Then koay said lets take lift. So we followed the sign AROUND the whole fourth floor of tampines mall and found ourselves at the lift which was JUST beginning to rise from level B3. Okaaay...so we return to the escalator and take the escalator down anyway. Then come to the taxi stand...which is BLOODY CROWDED. And koay decides to be smart and goes to the main road and hails down a cab in two minutes. Mm good. He was fine UNTIL we got into the taxi. That's when the lameness began.

Twenty pure minutes of lameness and dying.

Help.

Omg. My name has just been EMBARRASSINGLY misspelt as CRISTABELLE SAW. WTH?! Its not just 'off' the mark its SUPERBLY off the mark.

And I'm so sad I lost my new stack of foolscap paper. And I lost one side of the earring. SIGH. I'm becoming more and more forgetful. Help.

gp cts

2007-05-23T03:43:00.001-07:00

Hm. GP was fine. Compre sucked. I hated my AQ...halfway through I kind of lost my train of thought...which naturally results in arguments flying all over the place. But essay was fine. I...says guiltily...spotted questions and the QUESTION I SPOTTED CAME OUT! I was so hilariously happy. But then the compre dampened my mood again soo....

I wrote quite a shit bit for the essay though. Approximately 1000 words (if every line has the same number of words). Which I realize, exceeds the limit terribly...(the limit is 400-800 words)

Oh heavens.

TOMORROW B-BALL CIP!!! Of course I'm not playing anything...doing saigang more or less...but its going to be so interesting.

before gp cts

2007-05-22T03:39:00.000-07:00

For the past...three and a half hours odd (give and take)...I have covered only the MEDIA theme of GP. And there's still FAMILY, FREEDOM, GENDER, RACIAL DISCRIMINATION, EDUCATION...of which the last two, I don't think I'm even going to touch. I can barely handle one theme as it is. And I still have TECHNIQUES OF ESSAY WRITING AND COMPREHENSION to go. Congratulate me.

I'm soooo bleeding nervous. I'm scared I'll just suffer from writer's bloc halfway through the essay and just die. And the compre...OH PLEASE BE LENIENT AND GIVE A DECENT PASSAGE! I hated the princey passage a lim gave us. IT SUCKS. Like BIG TIME. Or maybe it only sucked because I failed that compre. :P

Today we had daynachia's last tutorial. It was so sad! I have never paid her so much attention in my life. And even though the score for my essay wasn't brilliant...I have been remarkably consistent...she still told me I did a good job. AWWWWW. I felt so...sad and deflated after that. Like it would be the last time I would hear her tell me that. GAH. STUPID MOE.

Mrs Perry lost her voice today, which made it very funny to hear her read out parts of PnP describing Mr Collins. And Mr Purvis came into lectures today...for the first 15 minutes of the lecture anyway. He was promoting the poetry slam thing that would happen during lit week and I swear he was so funny I was rolling off my seat. He kept up this CONSTANT suan of Mrs Perry whether she was in the LT or not. And his cockney accent (or however you spell that word) was so damn funny. And the way his glasses sat RIGHT AT THE EDGE of his nose...and let it stay there. That was some amazing feat. And then he went, 'Let your creative JUICES flow and bear FRUIT in the form of POEMS THAT WILL LAST FOREVER'. The words in capital are the exact words he put emphasis on. Which just made the whole statement so very wrong...till Mrs Perry herself raised her eyebrow. Heh. But I imagine, this Mr Purvis's classes must be so hilarious...it'd be hard to concentrate.

I didn't get back my lit essay today. Mrs Perry forgot to mark it (*SNIFFLES*) but I don't think I'm dying to get it back after I've seen everybody else's scores. Doesn't look too promising. My PnP journal beckons to me. Desperately.

BUT FIRST...get through today and tomorrow morning. Omg.

I felt quite stupid today. I went to the bookshop and proudly replenished my dying pens for tomorrow's test, got a badge, and bought a new mechanical pencil to replace my missing lucky mechanical pencil. But I should have known. Its my LUCKY mechanical pencil. It popped up later today, gleefully, at the bottom of my dustbin. For some weird reason, I threw it away even though it works perfectly. NOW I have TWO mechanical pencils, and one is absolutely brand-new. I feel like an idiot. I just donated $1.75 to the school.

I still played bridge in class today. Ooh bad bad me. I felt quite guilty about it...seeing that I have yet to catch up on my Economist issues and am backlagging VERY heavily. But they were satisfying games. It feels so odd not to have Arun/AJ/Grace at the bridge table till...come a point in time we ran OUT of bridge players, which was very sad indeed.

Life's Like That.

I shall update my blog's wishlist because there's suddenly a whooooole list of new things I want.

Or rather I want to watch.

2007-05-21T01:23:00.000-07:00

So tears were in the air.

But...life doesn't end with it. Its easy for me to say but its true. Life doesn't end with it. Whats important is that in the end, you are a one of us and nothing's going to change that. Who needs the confirmation of others? Your family, your friends and I think you're the best person in the world. And I dare someone to debate that.

My mechanical pencil is gone. The pencil that has accompanied through my PSLE, then through my four secondary school years is missing. Change is in the air. My luck is about to change. Because someone stole my lucky mechanical pencil.

Vindicated

Hope dangles on a string
Like slow-spinning redemption
Winding in
Winding out
The shine of it has caught my eye

And roped me
So mesmerizing, so hypnotizing
I am captivated

I am vindicated
I am selfish
I am wrong
I am right
I swear I'm right
I swear I knew it all along

And I am flawed
But I am cleaning up so well
I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself
So clear

Like the diamond in your ring
Cut to mirror your intentions
Oversized and overwhelmed
The shine of which has caught my eye

So turn
Up the corners of your lips
Part them and feel my finger tips
Trace the moment, fall forever

Defense is paper thin
Just one touch and I'd be in
Too deep now to ever swim against the current

So let me slip away
So let me slip against the current
So let me slip away

How imba can dashboard confessional's lyrics get man? They're the god of emo.

No correct that. Second to Oasis.

Slight hope
It dangles on a string
Like slow spinning redemption...

DASHBOARD CONFESSSIONALLL!!!

2007-05-20T02:50:00.000-07:00

Oh I have found a new emo friend: DASHBOARD CONFESSIONAL. And I swear the vocalist is bloooody hot.

"Stolen"

We watch the season pull up its own stakes
And catch the last weekend of the last week
Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced,
Another sun soaked season fades away

You have stolen my heart

Invitation only, grant farewells
Crush the best one, of the best ones
Clear liquor and cloudy eyed, too early to say goodnight

You have stolen my heart

And from the ballroom floor we are in celebration
One good stretch before our hibernation
Our dreams assured and we all, will sleep well

You have stolen
You have stolen my heart

I watch you spin around in the highest heels
You are the best one, of the best ones
We all look like we feel

Its a damn nice emo song. Go Youtube and watch. And the lyrics are gorgeous.

The lyrics of 'Vindicated' is the funniest.

I am Vindicated
I am selfish
I am wrong
I am right
I swear I'm right
I swear I knew it all along

Its one of the songs for Spiderman 2.

I feel lazy. I haven't been doing constructive study AT ALL. Yesterday was the FA cup. Chelsea won. Then tonight there's Hamburg Open. AND I WANT TO WATCH ROGER FEDERER PLAY! It's been quite some time since I've seen him on court. There has been a lot of feature on the tree trunk (a.k.a Rafael Nadele).

Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness is starting to get to me. I don't really like it. Its getting to my head.

An article on Honour Killing today in the Sunday Times. Right at the back. Funny how the brutal death of a 19yearold (or was it 22? somewhere along the way I mixed it up) turns up as a small column on the last page of your newspaper. The worst is...her parents didn't want her dead. She was a Yazidi, some obscure branch of the Islamism that forbids marrying outside the faith. She is Dua. Its a nice name. Nice and short. Anyhow, she fell in love with a Muslim store owner. Her parents disowned her, she went into hiding under the protection of a Muslim cleric. Then her parents decided they were going to forgive her and got her brothers to go get her from the cleric's house. But the brothers brought her out and then with a few cousins, bashed her head in. Or rather, they tortured her, stripped her, then took a crowbar and did her head in. Just like that. Bam. Gone. Because she fell in love with the wrong man.

With incidents like this, it really makes you wonder if gender equality can ever be achieved...

...and we lapse into GP.

After my exams, I will do some serious redecorating of my room. Its only been a few months since I got it. But I hate the look of my room. Its so white. I'm going to put stuff all over the walls.

Get me a poster of Dashboard Confessional. NOW.

questionssss

2007-05-19T07:16:00.001-07:00

Koped from lichen's blog who koped it from the peacock's blog who koped it from...

...somewhere.

More or less because now if I'm to blog about anything at all, I'd blog expletively again. So let's not have that. It fuglifies the blog. Oh yay new word. So far Walter has invented 'unfulfillmentness and Arun has invented 'bouncebackability'. Nice, we're creating a new dictionary.

Newspeak maybe?

1. The song you've been most listening to recently?

Makes Me Wonder. Maroon 5. The lyrics are interestingly sick and vulgar yet the song doesn't sound so.

2. What do you currently want right now?

To be able to diffuse information from paper into my brain by sleeping on it.

3.What did you do today?

It was supposed to be reading the KS Bull...but I only managed to absorb one line after one hour, 'Gender equality is still a far-fetched dream'.

4. Are you hungry? What would you like?

Define hungry. I would like to be not hungry. I'm binging.

5. What have you been thinking about most today?

Erh...technically I haven't been thinking.

6. Do you ever just sit outside and watch the stars?

I sit outside. Whether or not I see the stars is a different matter.

7. What is your current annoyance?

Drunkards...*censored*

8. Do you want a new cell phone?

No. I like my phone. Its the first phone whose screen I haven't broken. It has good karma.

9. Are you waiting for someone right now?

I have been waiting for someone for half my life. And when he turns up, I'll tell you.

10. Name one thing you’re looking forward to this week?

There's only one more day to the end of the week. Sleep?

11. Can you make new friends easily?

Erh. Yes. In a most unglamarous way.

12. What would you do if your best friend turned gay?

I'd be happy for her. Because happyyness is the way to go.

13. Do you plan out what you wear the day before you wear it?

No. It goes by whatever's on top of the pile of clothes.

14. What is music to your ears?

My brother's laughter.

15. Have you ever fallen for your best friend?

That would make me lesbian.

16. If you had a chance to save someone significant to you, would you?

Erh DURH?

17. How many times do you eat each day?

1 time. Because the one time lasts 12 hours.

18. How do you cheer someone up?

Be myself.

19. Are you a morning person?

Yes.

20. Is it easier for you to fall asleep or to be woken up?

Both. Sometimes even when I'm awake, it feels like I'm still dreaming.

21. Think of one person, stick with it. You don’t have to say their name. Would you pick them up stranded 100 plus miles away if it was your birthday?

Yes. And bring them a Christmas present and a clock to count down to the New Year.

23. Give two reasons why you get distracted in class.

For some reason I read that as give 23 reasons why you get distracted in class. [and I will conveniently avoid the question which asks the obvious]

24. Do you think it’s funny when people get hurt?

Depends on the degree of hurt.

25. If you had to guess, how do you think you're gonna turn out in life?

It feels scary to be guessing. But because I'm feeling a sudden burst of shamelessness...I THINK I'M GOING TO TURN OUT...((pauses for lack of word))...WONDERFUL.

2007-05-16T06:09:00.000-07:00

Ah. I see Blogger has finally healed itself.

The (ironic) highlight of today was Council Investiture. Left class at 11:30 for ushering. Which consisted of ushering a grand total of six visitors up the stairs to where the NEXT usher was already placed. I felt rather useless. More like an ornament. Besides, there were still quite a few people in the mini-canteen sitting down and enjoying lunch, which made me in a tie under the hot blazing sun look absolutely idiotic.

Today's ushering has redefined boredom.

And then after that, we enter the hall right at the back, and sit at such a position that nothing at all can be seen. So everybody begins playing games on our phones. I want the game 'Bounce'. Because its much more fun than my 'Snake' game that is really bloody irritatingly SLOW. And boring.

And I glamarously ponned reverse ushering. Not wholly COMPLETELY ponned anyway, after I left the hall I rested a while in the classroom and zoomed off to my post just in case someone came checking. And guess what? The guests were all led OVER THE PARADE SQUARE to the amphitheatre. Which means my ushering position was absolutely useless and no guest would walk by me to go the amphitheatre. Wow.

Then R(A). We had a hell of a time writing poems, eh licki? *grins*

And I swear I must have done reeves wrong in my past life. Thus far for his examples, he's chosen to fire me out of a whole lecture theatre of humanities students; insisted I go to MOS or St. James after the Midsummer Night's Dream and today's new addition: kicked me out of the school for poor grades and smoking. -.-" Maybe its unconscious, but WHY do I always kena the lousy examples? Why can't I be the top shot lawyer who earns a shitload of money a month? I think my image doesn't fit. Which actually is rather sad.

Suddenly R(A) actually has a sense of direction! Today's exco meeting was very meaningful. I feel new inspiration and hope for our CCA! Woots! And my workload has just doubled. Woots to that too.

Econs case study. I have to do this thing well. After the shockingly brilliant DRQ marks...(I'm being sarcastic)...I REALLY need to score well before reeves REALLY kicks me out of the school...

REACH CAMBRIDGE! Leaving 31st July at 9 am and reaching London at 2:30 pm after a twelve hour flight. I'm going to die from the jetlag. Really am. And after that I'm leaving London at 6 pm one day and arriving in Singapore at...I forgot the time but its sometime in the morning. Another bout of jetlag. Yay. I'm going to go to school all drowsy and dizzy.

And to end off with a nice morbid poem that freaked the guts out of R(A) peeps.

They Eat Out

In restaurants we argue
over which of us will pay for your funeral

though the real question is
whether or not I will make you immortal.

At the moment only I
can do it and so

I raise the magic fork
over the plate of beef fried rice

and plunge it into your heart.
There is a faint pop, a sizzle

and through your own split head
you rise up glowing;

the ceiling opens
a voice sings Love Is A Many

Splendoured Thing
you hang suspended above the city

in blue tights and a red cape,
your eyes flashing in unison.

The other diners regard you
some with awe, some only with boredom:

they cannot decide if you are a new weapon
or only a new advertisement.

As for me, I continue eating;
I liked you better the way you were,
but you were always ambitious.

Prize for the first person who figures out what the hell Atwood is trying to say.

2007-05-15T05:53:00.000-07:00

I've been feeling extremely hardworking. Its the kind of thing chionging a tutorial does to your head. And after getting all frustrated at getting stuck at the first question under 'Standard Questions'...

I'm ushering tomorrow for Council Investiture. Oh Joy.

I feel extremely stoned. And this blog-post after such a long time will be...I for-see it to be short. Either way if it turns out into a long looong post, I'll delete this line XD

Oh shit shit shit. It isn't going to be a long blog-post after all...I see my life-endangering econs worksheet. *squeals*

2007-05-13T02:10:00.000-07:00

Tutorial 5A is killing me. And so is Assignment 4B. Believe it or not that's been the only thing I've been doing this past weekend.

My friend's great grandmother passed away on Mother's Day. He's not really sad. Its his grandmother. I don't know...on one hand the family knew she was going to go anytime soon, yet when she went she chose such an appropriate day to leave. And she was so petite in her coffin. Her arms and legs were all curled up protectively over herself. She looked old. Older than anyone I ever knew, really.

On a much more happier note, I gave the Mother's Day present yesterday; a nice pendant. She was really happy about it. And my brother's been wearing the Spidey shirt three days in a row now. I'm touched. Really. But I think the shirt is beginning to stink.

The ORA walk was okay. Fine. I realized its the first time I've been on an ORA walkajogathon. I suppose the walkajogathon around RJC was much more fun than the one around RGS which was disgustingly short.

The pre-walkajogathon situation was funny though. They flagged us off in batches. The first batch was the RGS sec 1 and 2...they ran and jogged glamarously out of the school. Then, RGS sec 3 and 4. Who had a glamarous beginning, but by the time they reached the other end of the track, most were walking. The RI situation was the same. Then came RJC. As mariot ong waved the flag, you can hear people in front, 'Oh. Flag liao flag liao. Go larh go! Don't block! Eh toot, MOVE LARH!' Or maybe it was because I was just behind.

I had $5 worth of coupons in the beginning, then an extra $5 worth of coupons which came from my sis. So I had $10 to spend. And I spent it all on food. Woots. I got the funky 'I am an old girl' shirt which I really really like. It doesn't scream 'Raffles' yet at the same time its a shirt that can only belong to a select group of people. Swoons. And the painting is pretty.

2007-05-10T05:51:00.000-07:00

The ASEAN quiz is apparently going to be some damn huge thing where the ASEAN secretariat is coming down...we're having Sec-Gen as guest of honour...all the top secondary schools are participating...woah. I suddenly feel so important to be in the committee. O.O

Anyway...today had a two hour break. Which just resulted in endless games of bridge. I have mastered the art of winning. Yay. After that; mao shaved his head. Which was...erm...well...'shocking' would be a way of putting it but not the most appropriate way.

I feel satisfied now. Extremely satisfied. Because I have bought my brother's gift and my mother's gift. I bought my mom a funky pendant. A really funky pendant. Because it's SOOO gorgeous. And I bought my brother a spidey shirt which he has...already seen. That stupid boy SNATCHED the plastic bag from my hand to see what he got for his birthday. SHAMELESS YOUNG FOOL.

And erm my brother and sister are skipping around the house in celebration of FREEDOM.

And because this is so damn farneh...

THE RULES [Ponder Stibbons' observations of the early days of Roundworld]

1. Things fall apart, but centres hold.
2. Everything moves in curves.
3. You get balls.
4. Big balls tell space to bend.
5. There are no turtles anywhere.
6. ...It's so depressing.

2007-05-09T03:14:00.000-07:00

Breathing

I am hanging on every word you say
And even if you don't want to speak tonight
That's alright, alright with me
'Cause I want nothing more than to sit Outside Heaven's door
and listen to you breathing
Is where I want to be

Damn nice song. By lifehouse.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY QUEENIE! HOPED YOU LIKE THE KOPIC MARKERS!!!

Anyway...second period was poetry slam. Some Reg guy from the poetry slam group Words Forward performed for us today. It was extremely entertaining, even though I think the reg person was rather shameless and boastful and entirely full of himself but well...he IS good, there's no doubt about that. Its the first time I've seen poetry slam before. I don't know, I used to have the idea poems should be read in that soothing low voice, and read slowly...its the first time I've seen exaggerated poetry. And acted out poetry. And I swear I will NEVER sit near the aisle again. Its stressful when he comes out and starts picking people and walks up the aisle. Gah.

Then R(A). I don't know how many times I kicked the peacock in the foot for being kiampa. And when we played, 'Honey Will you Smile For me' it was just HILARIOUS to see him go down on his knees before lichen. She did a good job of masking her smile. Although technically she DID smile but who cares. I would have wanted the peacock continue shaming himself anyway.

And then a lively discussion on the hazards of teaching at RI. Briefly what the RI boys have thus far achieved...

1. The ability to strip another male very rapidly and with no shame at all
2. Thus is follows that they would learn the art of stripping mannequins equally well though the act of stripping live moving creatures is definitely much harder.
3. Burning brooms.
4. Holding the broom and watching it burn with delight.
5. Scaling tall buildings and accomplishing a feat somewhat close to that of Spiderman excluding the shooting webs and a beautiful girlfriend.
6. Learnt to quote song lyrics aptly to irritating teachers.
7. (restricted to a small group of RI males) Fail Chinese.
8. (restricted to probably the same small group of RI males) Fail Maths.
9. Learnt a new technical trick: Windows Media Player is projected onto the class screen. To quicken the process of walking all the way back to the computer and clicking the round play button...simply tap the screen. If it doesn't work, TAP HARDER.
10. For the safety of the school, put up posters informing students that buildings are structurally unsound even if this fact turns out to be wrong. After all, better to be safe than sorry, eh?

I'm thinking twice about ever wanting my brother to go to RI. Never mind, he doesn't wish to go to RI anyway...he proudly proclaimed it himself, he wanted to go to, 'RAFFLES BOYS' SCHOOL'.