Lord Lich Yours Truly is known as Lord Lich. You are allowed to call her 'my lord' or 'my evilness'. She is often found in Volcano numbers 1 and 2, torturing victims, or in number 4, planning more world conquests. Otherwise, she may be found in number 3, sleeping.
Wishlist
The Thursday Next Series - Jasper Fford
Jingo - Pratchett
Hogfather - Pratchett
Going Postal - Pratchett
Tale of Two Cities
Night Watch - Pratchett
Thief of Time - Pratchett
Monstrous Regiment - Pratchett
Stardust - Neil Gaiman GOOD OMENS - Pratchett and Gaiman
The Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
Well. School has started. Joy to the world and all that. And I haven't blogged for super long, which means I was busy.
Really.
I'm sure.
Let's talk about rj. Starting from the campus. It's huge. Like, ginormous. I can never find my way around to anyway, save to the canteen from the hall or amphi and vice versa. Oh, and block J. I managed to get there without too many mishaps the last time. Or maybe that was because I was always with someone who actually knew the way. Which is good, cause we don't want lichen getting lost and being found 3 weeks later dying in the forest.
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Is there a forest in rj? Nevermind. Coughs.
Then, the og. L'Harchionguy totally rules, cause we're HH-12. And I can memorize all the names of our groupmates (finally) in alphabetical order. Don't I totally rock.
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Adrian. He's super hilarious, and I keep remembering him after O night, when we were going to S 11 to eat and he was dancing the whole batch dance all the way there, and swinging a towel around. ^^ Ball(guess who) likes his hair cause it's nice and soft, and I'm still trying to figure out how it manages to stand up without gel and it's quite long, not those army cuts that duh stand up. Actually we don't talk much. He spends most of his time flirting with xiong and bullying ball. Ahwells.
Adly. He's the rugby player, (quite short), and he's one of the few decent, as in less perverted, guys in the group. Seriously. Why do you think adrian likes calling bel ball so much? Like, he's the only one who isn't going @.@ over bbc. Whatever that is. Erm, much, anyway. Tch.
Amanda. Ahaha the first female on the list. (Also the first sane one, though adly comes a close second.) But we already know amanda, so let's move on.
B
Ball. Who is really bel. Seriously, it's hilarious. Ask her about it. I scared I tell later she kill me.
Benedict. The swimmer. And I dunno their sirnames, except for adrian's, cause he made a big fuss about me not knowing his sirname. (I bet he still doesn't know mine.) -.- Another perverted guy please. And oh, he has SUPER shiny nails. Like nails after eons of buffing. And no one knows how he got it. (I bet his gf buff for him pls.) He says it's chlorine water, but glow certainly doesn't have shiny nails. And she's the GLOW. (Okay sorry I'm being lame.)
C
Charlotte. I always knew her as Charlotte, cause english names are easier to remember. Like ball. So whenever someone mentioned deng ying, I'll be like, HUH? WHO? Do we have such a person in the group? (haha sorry charlotte.)
Chunmen. He's super dao pls! Woah stone face man. During honey can you smile for me he was, like, staring at the guy for 1 minute or something, then turn and went, what was I supposed to say again? AHAHAHAHA. At first I thought he was my senior from my _____ class, and I was like shit then he knows about my stupid _____ business, but it turned out that senior was named something hao or hao something, so it can't be him. Phew.
E
Elizabeth. Also known as eliz. Or liz. Since elizabeth has four syllables and it's harder to pronounce. And I feel like a teacher when I say e-liz-a-beth. That's so damned formal. (Sorry lah, I cannot be formal to save my life. It's just so...formal. Looks sheepish.)
Esther. Newcomer! Yayyyy. Ahahaha another bballer (why so many bballers one.) Haha then on O night she was an rgs girl for the performance, but we didn't get in. Whyyy. Whines. She's super cute
Eva. Omg a 207-er. Cool right. After like 2 years.
F
Fuginn - haha our HH-12 Yao Ming. Dunno who said that if the whole HH-12 ganged up again him and played, we'll still lose. Ahaha we that bad meh. (okay lah fine. Mutters.) Hahaha he's our sunblock. Me and *** (sorry cannot say or she'll kill me) were playing msn truth, and she said that if she ever got together with fuginn, she'll be super white cause he'll be her sunblock and umbrella. Grins.
Fungshing. Our boy scout! Who dances! And also the one who goes @.@ whenever girls curse. Hey why we cannot. Not like guys are the only one with dirty mouths can. (Though please their mouths are many times dirtier than ours. All we talk about is thankyouforlastnight and callmetonight and other stuff, and they have bbc and hsbc and lf. -.-)
J
Jessica. Boss! Dajie! And she's from the error carried forward! Hahaha cool right. Boss is so cute when she's blur/daydreaming. One day should snap a photo and show everyone. Grins evilly.
Jiamin. She's the one toad was telling me about. Haha jiamin toad says you're very nice! hahaha Jiamin's supppppper cute. Wait until you hear her tanggun song. Grins.
Jonas. The PERVERTED one. Comes up with everything man. And Stacy's mom. O.o PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. Or really, Jon ass. Pst: he came up with ball.
L
Lingxi. Erm. Coughs. Well. Just to prove that there ARE perverted girls around.
Luoxuan. Haha he's so quiet one! Ahahaha, but cannot judge a book by it's cover. Maybe it's just cause we're HH-12, but he's also quiet pervy. Hmmm. Or maybe he got influenced, you know. By HH-12. Grins.
M
Mark. Our other boss, though not officially known as that. Also known as the King, and I'm supposed to worship him aha aha. Even though he gave me a weird nickname like donna karen (I bet it's cause he doesn't know my name), but he's quite nice LARH, if not perverted. I still dunno if it's him or jonas who came up with bbc, but ahwells. He bought bananas for us when we went to yishun for games, and he's one of the few who knows whether to be serious or not when the time comes. Looks slightly sheepish. And we totally couldn't have bonded so well without him, since we girls were quite reserved. Erm. Coughs. At first, at least.
Michelle. Ahaha she's the super chio one in the group. And she's from choir! Ahahaha then she can sing with cat suet joo and it'll be so nice and I'll have a free jukebox. Yayy. Coughs erm I didn't say anything. But seriously she's super nice and cute.
R
Ron. The breakdancer. I still ahve the picture of him being supported by one arm and hovering in midair, have to upload it sometime. But omg he's so pro. I was @.@ when he started dancing.
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Zach. Coughs. He insists that he's sweet and innocent and I always get a coughing fit when he does that. I wonder why. And he lives in CCK, which means I have a going home partner after og meetings. AND he takes lit. Finally another one apart from me and ball. (But still this year the lit syllabus is... mutter mutter.) And he talks about running 10 km at one go (and basketball) and I'm #.#, cause I can't even run 2 km please. How depressing. Oh, and he was the one who came up with cball. Casketball (read: crystalball)
And there's the ogls, kumon and benson and xiang yu, but I'll dedicate another post to them after the second orientation, cause they totally rock after staying up till midnight after we've all gone home to prepare for the orientation the next day. As in, seriously. R0x0rs. Okay sorry I shall stop being lian.
And then there's my class. I shall mention them another time too, cause 1) Cat is too insignificant to be mentioned, and 2) now it's lunch time. Grins. Food awaits. And I'm hungry.
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Wednesday, December 27, 2006
AHAHAHAHA. I WENT TO AMERICA TODAY. ENVY ME. MUAHAHAHAHAHA.
On another note, where the heck do Americans learn to be so annoying? We were at the customs, where there was OBVIOUSLY a bloody toilet (unless the washroom sign was really signalling the laundry room, but then again I didn't know the laundry had to be split into MALE and FEMALE), and my sister, being herself, had to go to the toilet. We asked the customs officer THREE TIMES. For the first two times, he refused, being the extremely reasonable and kind and considerate person he is.
'The White House is public, but can you use the president's toilet?'
*%$#&^& GRAH. HE IS SO LIKE THE PRESIDENT I TELL YOU THEY SHOULD ALL GO AND JUMP DOWN THE SPACE NEEDLE IN SEATTLE SINCE IT'S SO HIGH. Pissed look.
Then, on the third time, he finally agreed. Extremely graciously. 'Is there anything else I can do for you? Do you want a beer?'
&%%^#^^%*^#E#$
Grah. I could have slapped him. Except I'll then get jailed for terrorist tendencies. -____-"
Super reminds me of, in Dip in Practice language, Sporia and Malsia. Who's who I wonder. It's soooo hard to decide. (But then the two have bastardization in equally humongous parts. Aha aha.) I MEAN, who uses their higher financial status to terrorize the other country? Hmmm? HMMM?
Aha aha. A joke. Declared Without Prejudice. I do NOT want to be jailed by the men in white.
At any rate, I went to Seattle, where I took pictures of the scenery (of rain and buildings that strangely remind me of China) and wanted to buy stuff, since it was boxing day and all, but we didn't have american dollars, curse that bloody country, so I didn't.
Oh. Speaking of the two countries, their electrical wires are... extremely intelligent. I mean, they're googleplex of meters above the ground, held up only by poles which are tied to each other, which means that when one falls, the others do to. And the chances of that happening are, oh say, only every once the wind blows. -___-
Anyway, the pizzas in America are soooo small. I mean, they're, in measurements on the menu, 2 feet long and 10" wide? For four people? Which four people are they expecting? Jojo Joball Fatjo and ballball?
Anyway I gotta go. AND I MET MARY. MUAHAHAHA. Called mel and trib people from the house phone. Was extremely interesting. Wanted to call lickie, but the annoying monkey wasn't at home. -glares-
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-glares at monkey somemore-
Okay going off now. Ta!
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Tuesday, December 26, 2006
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!
And before i get scolded for being late, it IS Christmas here in Van, and henceforth I'm only writing this today instead of yesterday cause I hate calculating time differences and so not because I forgot to yesterday. Hee.
I need to get presents. Am extremely amused, cause Mel is extremely disturbed at the idea of what I can get her, which is a cross between Christmas and Chinese New Year. Ahahahaha. Smirks.
Singapore has a bookstore called Borders; Van has one called Chapters. I insist on checking it out, no matter what.
And I may be returning to Singapore late, so should anyone ask, don't tell the RJC people I'm gallivanting someone in Singapore and ponning school. I'll still be in Shanghai waiting for the stupid plane. And preferably shopping for CDs.
Speaking of CDs, the CDs here in Van are extremely ex. Miffed look.
Oh, btw Mel, I bought The Sandman, Book of Dreams by Gaiman. Though not technically by. It's a bundle of fanfiction written by some authors and editted by the gay man. Aha aha.
The bookstore I went to didn't have The Hogfather. Annoyed look. Nor did it have Smokes and Mirrors. Though S&M (Oh I love this shortcut) costs damned ex. Is it any different in Singapore.
I have cheerfully introduced Good Omens to Christabel back when I was in shanghai. Oi have you read it yet.
Speaking of christmas, the decors on some houses are so pretty. Mom says it's not as loaded as those in Singapore Orchard Road, but wth. I mean, those in Sing are done courtesy of the Men-in-White who do it more as a crowd pleaser than for the spirit of christmas. It's not even heart-warming.
I WANT A REINDEER. And my personal Santa Claus. Grins.
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Thursday, December 14, 2006
Heehee. I bought lotsa books yesterday! Grins. There were all the chinese weird books about history and all that, and Karma Sutra, edition II.
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Okay, I was kidding about the Karma Sutra. But there were lots of weird books. Like, Pictures of Naked Chinese Women. Maozedong's Women. The History of Breasts.
Seriously. The History of Breasts? Wth?
And some chinese->english translations seriously suck. Like, what's supposed to be Immortal Paintings got translated into Immoral Paintings. (It was a deck of poker cards. I really wanted to buy it, but so waste money.)
Yeah. And China has seriously better things to watch than singapore. Really. Like 50 +++ channels? And then the stuff so cheap somemore. AHAHAHAHA Snerk snerk. Like FOOD. FOOD. FOOD. And more FOOD.
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Ahahaha Melmel wait until you see what I've gotten you. You'll totally give me the -____- face and call me lame. Looks extremely cheerful. I went all over town for it okay. But I totally have to give you the moment I get back, or it'll be entirely too late by your birthday. x) Consider it an early birthday present. Sniggers.
And I got other presents too! I feel like telling now, but it'll entirely be giving away the surprise. So let's switch topic to something not-so-related. Like how shanghai shopkeepers like to cheat their customers. Or at least the stupid ones.
Me and mummy went to this shop that sold ______, and the price, on the price tag, was 68 rmb per piece. Then we asked the shopkeeper the price in Shanghainese, and he was like, points to price tag. 'Look there. *wherein my mom and I raise eyebrows.* if you wanna buy, I'll sell it for 25 rmb each.'
Then my mom was, like, I'm buying three. How much will you charge.
Shopkeeper: erm 3 makes 75. I'll give you discount. 70.
Mom: 60.
Shopkeeper: Okay.
AHAHAHA. And then there was this stupid ang moh group. Cause this guy was smoking, then I walked past, and since smoke STINKS, I gave a bu shuang face. Then this girl opposite him went, 'Oh, the chinese brat beside you has something against your fag.' (Eh which country calls cigarettes fags ah?)
SO ANNOYING. THINK I CANNOT UNDERSTAND ENGLISH IZZIT. DON'T LOOK DOWN ON PEOPLE OKAY. I was so pissed. So I waited until I was beside the girl, then I went, 'The chinese brat beside YOU understands what you're saying.' GRINS. I tell you her expression was priceless. It was, like, SHOCK. AHAHAHA. Smirks.
Ahaha shall go bathe now. BB.
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Tuesday, December 12, 2006
OMG TODAY WAS SO SUPER EMBARASSING OMGOMGOMG DAMN IT ALL.
Okay let's start from the beginning. I went to this faraway relative's house (My father's mother's mother's daughter-in-law's house.) Where we ate a lot. (DUH.) And then my father's mother's mother's daughter-in-law gave me this PAPER bag with chicken in it. And sauce. Don't forget the sauce.
Then we went to extend our visa, cause mine expires on the 13th which is tomorrow but I'm obviously not going to canada tomorrow, so yes there's this little problem. ANYWAY, after we were done, we took a cab home.
We reached home safely, which was really quite unthinkable at the rate the driver drove, and I got out of the car.
And I found a 20 cm diameter reddish-brown stain on the WHITE car seat.And it really didn't help that I was having my period that day. The driver looked at it and gave me a WTF expression, and I was frozen in horror. Petrified.
Only when I looked down did I realize that my WHITE winter jacket was stained in FRONT, not at the back. So it obviously could not be what i thought it was. It turned out that the soya sauce that came with the chicken leaked out. Wtf.
WHY DO THESE THINGS HAPPEN TO ME. OMG THE DRIVER PROBABLY IS GOING WTH RIGHT NOW LAH. OMG SO EMBARASSING. I WILL NEVER FORGET THIS.
And omg my jeans feel tight after 5 days of not wearing them. Damnit. Am getting fatter.
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Friday, December 08, 2006
asdfhaluierhaehsdfhask GAH. I was reading through past blogger entries, and I just realized that I sound extremely incoherent when I blog. Which isn't really much different from when I speak, but what the hell. I AM BORED.
Oh the other hand, Project Eat As Much As Possible is going on as well as possible. Aha aha. Project Buy Terry Pratchett Books is NOT going well, AND I WANT HOGFATHER DAMNIT. What the HELL is wrong with China bookstores. I mean, selling How To Jiang Yin Wen is NOT an english book, no matter how much some people like to insist so. .___. Diaos face.
ANYWAY MEL. I TOTALLY KNOW WHAT TO GET YOU ALREADY. Looks extremely evil. Ahahaha. Don't worry. It's not leather handcuffs. I prefer fur anyway. But still. I wonder how I'm going to package it.
OMGOMG JOHNNY DEPP AS CROWLEY? WHICH GENIUS FROM HEAVEN DECIDED THAT? (Erm, Heaven, right? I mean, heaven DOES have the best choreographers, so says Gaiman and Pratchett and lord knows where they got THAT from.)
On another note, because I'm pointy like that (hahaha so punny), I AM BORED. Okay fine I forgot what I wanted to say. Shrugs. China people are extremely good at multitasking, methinks. I mean, the roads are so full of shit and shit drivers and shit cyclers, that you have to work realllll hard to keep an eye on the floor and the road at the same time, or risk becoming either a very dead person or a very literal shitheel. (And I almost typed shitheel as shithell. Too much Good Omens, i say.)
OH, and i fed pigeons yesterday. They are so damned cute and white and with nice silky fur. I mean, just squat/sit there and hold the pigeon feed (read: corn) evilly out of reach, and they come and hop/fly onto YOU to eat what you have in your hands. Of course, you'll also have to watch out for birdshit. Ahaha. I wanna go feed the little buggers again. Whinnnnnes.
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Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Our return trip to singapore is screwed. Cause it's from vancouver to singapore, really, but it's too long a plane ride to sit the whole way through, so we have to split it up into vancouver -> Shanghai, shanghai -> Singapore. Unfortunately, we arrive in Shanghai on the 31 at 15.55, and the plane to Singapore is supposed to take off at 13.50? Is there anyone other than me who sees a slight problem with this situation?
We tried to push forward the flight from vancouver, but there're no seats, so we have to queue and wait for some FOUR retards to cancel their flight, which is so not going to happen unless I take up a chopping knife and do some butchering. And we'll so not be able to push back the plane from Shanghai to Singapore, cause the other planes that we can take will be full as well, cause, DUH, holiday season.
OMG I'm scared that my parents will take away my to canada trip. Don't want don't want don't want. Ahahaha. Mary, you can start worrying too. This is so crappy.
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Monday, December 04, 2006
The way to eat in Shanghai (read and learn, ladies.)
Go to the random stores by the roadsides. They look dirty and not-very-tasty but then you'll realize that 1 out of 5 families in China know how to make perfect xiaolongbao and other stuff, and 99 percent of these families open roadside stores. Alternatively, you can go to the restaurants and spend 5x the price. XD
Note: One bowl of beef lamien in Singapore costs the price of THIRTEEN bowls in Shanghai, and you'll still have 50 cents left over. And three bowls of these noodles is enough to feed four people, when one of them is ME with my appetite.
Oh, and xiaolongbao. One baskets of 8 xiaolongbao costs singapore 60 cents or 30 cents, depending on where you eat them. Yeah. Haha, I ate about 30 for lunch yesterday, since I bought 4 baskets. (I rounded up.)
Then there's the meat mooncakes, which are such love. I ate ten of them for breakfast today. XD
Then I went to this wedding, where it was all vegetarian, so I spent the whole two hours eating waffles dipped in melted chocolate. Like, I'm in heaven. Seriously. They have a fountain as tall as me of CHOCOLATE. Yumm. Now I know why the angels are always so chubby.
Anyway. I'm going to grow fat. Gahhh. I plan to go on a diet after returning to Singapore. (Like I'll carry it through.)
As for those in Singapore aren't you jealous? Says to spite mel. Nyah nyah nyah. I have goooooooood foooooooooood!
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Thursday, November 30, 2006
HEY ＡＬＬ！ Ｉ＇ｍ ｔｙｐｉｎｇ ａｌｌ ｔｈｅｓｅ ｆｒｏｍ ＣＨＩＮＡ． ＡＮＤYESＩHAVEＩＮＴＥＲＮＥＴACCESS! (Of course that erm all these is just for the next hour or so is such a dampener, but ahwells. We learn to make do yes.)
And, presenting to you in all it's glory, is the list of five things I love most about China, specifically Shanghai, since that's were I've been freezing my ass off for the past few days.
1) The Weather.
The weather here is oh-so-lovely. You don't need to fear PE or sweating ever again, since here the only thing you ever need to worry about is just, oh let me think, your ears freezing off your butt freezing off turning into an ice popsicle and your face and hands getting frostbite. Nothing much, i swear.
2) The Roads
THe roads are absolutely the best way to decorate your shoes. Don't worry if you don't step on pigeon shit on the first step, there're many more lying around. Or if you're not one for pigeon shit, there's always the dog poo, the people spit, the banana peels, random plastic bags, bricks and cement, and of course, the age old dust. If you're lucky, you can manage to step on two or more at the same time.
And the dust. Never forget the dust. If you go out the day after a rainy day, you can actually manage to see the separate dust particles flying up to your eyes - right up to the moment where it reaches your eyes, and you learn that the phrase 'too close for comfort' does not only exist for decorative purposes in compos.
3) The Cars (or car drivers)
People in China drive in this way: One hand alternating between the steering wheel and that joystick thingie that you operate that's in the middle of the car, and the other hand on the car horn. Actually, they've learnt to drive with both hands on the car horn, just in case they need extra emphasis for the BEEP. And pity the poor people walking by, since they do not have the car windows to insulate all the noise. Talk about noise pollution.
4) The Traffic
Ah. I totally love the traffic here. If you're lucky, you manage to have just enough space between you and the next car to be past it when it's 5 cm away from you if you're walking. If not, if you can reach the same distance running, there's nothing wrong too. And there's a social hierarchy on the streets too: At the top are the largest vehicles, such as buses and trucks. Next up are the vans, then the cars, then the bikes, THEN the people. Isn't it sophisticated? *Beams*
I mean, which idiot walks in front of the bus? Oh it's the green man? So? The Green Man isn't the one who walked in front of the bus. Hence why do you walk in front of the bus? Oh you're hurt? Too bad. What a pity. And the zebra crossing? Seriously, d00d, do you expect me to watch out for the zebra crossing while driving? It's YOUR safety at sake here, shouldn't you be watching out for me?
5) The People
Never seen a nicer bunch. Btw, don't go into shops that don't have price tags if you don't speak shanghainese. The starting price for the things would zoom up. Grins happily. And don't say dui bu qi. Say bao qian. Dui bu qi is just the cue for some extremely nice people to be sarcastic and annoying back at you.
Grumbles. I'm cold. No wonder I'm grumpy. ＭＡＲＹLIKE wait FOR me KAY! CANADA! YAY!
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Wednesday, November 15, 2006
NOTE: COARSE LANGUAGE. LET YOUR MOM HEAR IT IF YOU WANNA BE GROUNDED. AND SCOLDED.
He's incredibly crass, rude, and too coarse for words. I particularly dislike his rape comment at the end of this video. But he's strangly charismatic and I laughed like shit. Gonna look for more of his videos after this.
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Sunday, November 12, 2006
Haha. A few things I forgot to type in the previous post.
First, wednesday. Dress shopping with mel was so hilarious. I say dress shopping, but the first thing mel bought was bandages for her arm (melenin, recommendation of lickie) and tic tacs cause she's a greedy prat. Okay fine, so I bought werethers(spelling totally according the pronounciation, so I can't spell, fine.) original sweets.) After which we sat down to put the plaster on her arm, where we discovered that since it was just a piece of cloth, it wouldn't stick to her arm. Would you believe it. Then we had to go back to buy the tape.
Then after we were done we went to the this fashion at douby ghaut, cause I'm a cheapskate, but we got lost and spent like half hour trying to get there. Which was not my fault at all. Seriously. ... Well, Mel didn't know the way either! (Okay fine I'm worse that Done it Duncan.)
Anyway, after we got there, we saw that all the dresses there looked like bedroom wear, which no one should wear to prom save chrissie cause she's seducing anselmch u. Or cat. ahwells. So we wandered around marvelling at the weird dresses and exited it, went to another this fashion which was no better, and then just from that station walked back in the direction of far east. Along the way we stopped at OG, where we looked at dresses, and both mel and I tried on a dress of the same style but different colour. (Cause I liked the dress material and it was nice and silky and reflects light very prettily.)
Which was where the trouble started. Cause mel's plaster, which I stuck on, wasn't very stable. (Naturally.) So when she tried on dresses, it started to come out. And she didn't just try on the dress once. The straps on that dress crossed once at the back, so the first time mel tried it, the left strap was crossed wrongly. Then she had to take it off. And the second time, the right strap was crossed wrongly. And at this point in time her bandage was coming off, so she put on her shirt again so I could enter (cause I was faster in dressing, see) to put extra tape on her bandage. Then she tried to wear the dress again (when I was out of the dressing room, perverts), and the right strap was crossed wrongly again. But nevermind. She got it right at the forth try. I mean, it was only the forth try. Nevermind that I got it right at first try. Looks proud.
Lemme describe the dress. Erm. Okay fine I don't knkow the terms to describe the dress. Lemme look for one online. OKAY FOUND. The top part looks somewhat like the one here: http://www.jasminebridal.com/image/style_product/283/1108A.jpg
Now, because mel is extremely smart, she wore the white part equivalent of that dress in the link - above the boobs. Then she complained that it was too tight at the chest. SNIGGERS. HA. Who ask her to laugh at me that time I got tangled up in strings. MY REVENGE IS NOW. MUAHAHAHAHAHA.
Don't worry mel. THere's still another dress to go. I won't miss out the fine details. Snerksnerk.
THEN we went to another shop, where I saw this pretty purple dress that I actually want. Even though it's not bright orange. It's like cute. (Very limited vocab in terms of clothing if you realize.) I took it to the dressing room to try it on, and in the meantime persuaded mel to try a purple tube with an empire ribbon. Easy to wear right. Wrong. First, cause the dressing rooms were HUGE, we went into the same dressing room to change. And I changed first. Mel had to sit down and stare only at the floor cause there were mirrors all around.
At this part, I feel inclined to mention that we were totally decent, cause I KNOW how minds like brenda's and liqi's and cat's and chrissie's work. We were both wearing \tees (me the 408 one and mel another one, netball i think) and shorts. We must have been the most casually dressed people around. (we were) So the method of wearing becomes take off tee, wear dress, take off dress, wear tee.
The purple dress was Very Troublesome. First time the straps crossed. Second time I managed not to wear it correctly, or backwards, but SIDEWAYS. Congrats, lich. In the way that the side seam managed to be at the middle of the body. The third time, it was on the OTHER sideways. I managed it at the forth try, though! YAYYYYYYYY. See. I'm becoming more skilled at wearing dresses. THEN it was MEL's TURN. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
And by hearing my evil laugh, mel should be feeling wary. I don't laugh so evilly for nothing. Mel's dress was a tube. With a zip. So you just pull on right. Nope. Mel pulled on halfway, then went: it's too tight. I cannot fit in. Which was quite nonsense, cause that was a size eight. Why wouldn't mel fit in, you ask. The answer is very simple.
Remember the ribbon i mentioned? it was an inch thick. And with a rather simple but pretty bow at the end. Yeah. Mel, when unzipping the dress, didn't untie the ribbon. So she was there, looking like a scarecrow with the dress over her head and eyes looking above the dress trying to find where the 'tightness' came from. -_____- So i, being the nice person, pulled the bow out, the the dress fell over mel.
Ain't I the best. And that was the rather hilarious incident of trying on dresses. Now I shall run away before mel comes and I become Lichen: 1990 - 2006 RIP
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WAHHHH. Someone threw away my supply of chocolate from the chocolate cake I had for my grandpa's birthday. WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY. Now my supply of not-so-secret comfort food is gone!!!! Chocolate gives me endorphins! Without endorphins, I'll not be happy! I'll be emo!!!!
Okay not really, I'll just have to look for other stuff to eat. But seriously. Nothing beats eating chocolate. It's so easy and fuss free and unlike grapes where there are annoying seeds. (Which is what I'm eating now.) Like, frozen grapes are good too. And you don't feel bad cause it's not creamy. Though eating it in an air con room is quite stupid when you're already freezing to death. Eeyer. Like waste electricity. But I'm not the only one in the room, so sad.
Anyway, life now is sad. I'm quite convinced that I'm the only one left in school going for prom who hasn't actually bought her prom dress. Yeah, I suck like that. And now like I didn't look okay. I went last wednesday with mel (who is a blur block at trying on dresses) and we couldn't find anything nice. ... And mel got hers yesterday. So I'm all alone now.
Dress aside, I'm really bored now. I mean, the first few days of holidays were spent catching up on what I've missed through starlit night, and missing starlit night, but after that things were so diao. I raided mrbrown.com. After that I followed his links, and after a few blogs, I got to xiaxue.com. Yes, shows how bored I am. Then I went to listen to random songs and watch random movies, and I kinda miss how life was so full (coughbusycough) during starlit night, all the staying back in school and all that. I mean, at least I wasn't bored then. Watching jeanting go 'aiyah, got blood' is anything but boring.
Okay emo again. Hmmmmm. I really should finish up on the testimonials I said I'll do. The problem is, I did. Then stupid blogger when I wanted to publish it somehow had an error and deleted all my final testimonials, which like spanned so long the scrollbar in blogger the white space where you type is like the smallest possible. So to all the people I who were meant to receive theirs like 3 days ago - wenting vanessa wormy lingxi shulin zishan chang leening lydia, sorry lah. You have to wait until I'm feeling sufficiently emo again to type. ><
I feel deprived of outside interaction. I've been uber cooped up at home. GAHHHHHHHH. I want to go blading. Round th ROUND track and not the rink, and scream and scream like going to die like that. GAH. I'm in a gah mood. GAHHHHHHHHHH.
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Saturday, November 04, 2006
Starlit Night is over. It's hard to believe, isn't it? Six weeks of rush, rush, rush, staying back late in school and even later at night for all sorts of things, then suddenly, poof. The pretty, gorgeous starlit banner stayed up in the foyer for twelve hours in its moment of glory, then we cut the threads and let it fall onto the ground.
Yesterday was farewell. Even with Graduation Day song playing, it was not so...final, as though we were leaving the school. There was, after all, Starlit Night to do. No matter what, I knew that in the afternoon there would at least be me and mel in the classroom doing last minute spray paintings and paintings and star cutting, and that the next day, lickie and cat and bel and bren and fei and gen and chang and all would be in school with me, running around like headless chickens getting the decor up.
But today was the end. The end of starlit night, the end of the whole rgs school life. The end of 408. Everyone says that even though you change school and change class, friends can still remain together, but there are differences. Classes are no longer classes without bugging mel, without irritating bel, bickering with bren and gaying with gen, without watching cat and lickie act out their neverending love drama in the same five stages, drawing with fei and mel, flirting with Vanessa and xixi, perving with chang and cat, seeing chink wriggle her fingers at the mirror, seeing lickie wriggle her eyebrows at the mirror, flirting unsuccessfully with mel, teasing bel, rolling eyes at tofu and shann, and all those lame but essentially 408 things. No matter how much we sms or msn or call, there's nothing that can make up for the five days a week interaction that 408 gave us. At the end of the day we don't miss the school, but the people with whom the school have brought us together with and the experiences we have in there.
It's over midnight now. That would be the forth day in a row I've slept after midnight. I really should be going to sleep, especially since there's technically nothing I need to do now, but I have to type this out, even if it's only for me to remember in future. I go to sleep now, bawl a little into my bed and write this tomorrow (or today), but it won't be the same.
I never really missed my old class, mostly because i never liked it much and couldn't wait to leave it. But 08 is different. There are memories that can never be replicated anywhere else, and people that I've met that I love and adore and never want to forget, and I know that whatever happens in RJC, nothing can replace 408 for me.
So thank you all for giving me such wonderful memories, whether you're from 408 or starlit night or SLC or just random people I got to know in RGS. Consider this a little testimonial, whether you see this or not, since I never got around to writing them properly.
(Note: This portion below was finished on monday, cause alas, sleep beckons after doing a few people.)
To Mel, my sms-partner. If you look through my inbox, on a good day you can actually find the whole page full of 'mel'. In fact I suspect this is often the case, since halfway through the sms convo I have to delete the inbox to clear space, and I'll clearly remember doing the same thing a few hours ago. Of course, now that's harder, one cause the phone bill arrived, and also cause the new ringtone happens to fly over my head quite often and I don't notice until I check my phone then I realize that I've got a message. Thanks for putting up with my random nonsense, even if I'm very insensitive and I do a lot of stupid stuff without thinking. Haha I'll miss our chinese convos - and we still owe each other an ice cream - and random discussions about random things like terry pratchett. I'll miss the mask making and playing with sparkly mel, the yearbook and all those photoshopping, doing ambigrams together and introducing each other to different fonts and ways of writing, though you always manage to draw better than me. XD I'll miss going to lunch with you and gen or chris and gaying together after options, I already miss all the LSL trips, even though it was better when there was still school. I'll miss snickering when Liw ei goes 'you3 xie1 ren2 hai2 zai4 ban1 shang4 hua4 hua4', and running about during PE watching you can gen toss balls to each other and rolling my eyes brenda-style at you two. And I'll miss bugging you and flirting with you, even though you always shudder when I try, which is even more incentive for me to try. So even though I throw the phrase around very often, and you always grimace and shudder when I say it, most likely because I throw my arm around and strangle hug you when I do, so sparkly mel and multi-coloured melmeljiejie, WO AI NI, AI ZHE NI, JIU XIANG LAO SHU AI DA MI.
To Gen, my gaying counterpart, let's continue our matchmaking club and we can be the gay chairpeople in charge, FWEAK. Here's to you being my personal teddy bear and lab partner after Mary left and sitting partner when getting back results (which is not a very good idea for my ego) and bullying christabel together and messing up your hair (which is not very possible since it just bounces back into place) and your cross-eyed retard face and ALL HAIL KING TUCKER, GEN TUCKER SHALL DIE. So kingie, what time is it tonight? Gen shall always be the pro bio-name-sprouting person and speaker during the classes, our darling chairperson who announces her presence by poking people *pokes gen effectively* Gen is the super random one who goes FWEAK and MOWON and TWAUMATIZE courtesy of brenda's invention of these words, who alternates between intellectual seriousness and gay lack thereof. (Yes Gen, you're smart when you're not being not-smart. XD) So thank you for always being your cuddly and pokable self, for always taking my mind off results when we're waiting for them, and for all the fun we had during lab sessions and options. I can't imagine lit options without our constant gaying, our recital of Lady Lazarus, nor the watching of lit films without squeaking about the porn bits with you, nor mornings or recesses without swatting at you and saying 'I don't LIKE you', and a few minutes later, leaning against you and going 'I love you gengen'. There. So I admitted it. Grins. I'm indecisive. What to do. It's one consolation that next year we'll still be in the same faculty so we can still gay together at times, and we can matchmake bel and mel. (Shhh don't tell them. It's a secret and i don't want to die.) And cause I have done it again, I shall kiss gen one year in every ten. Giggles.
To Belbel, my stepdaughter cum gorilla cum darling belle prom class miss alma mater cum jukebox cum class vice chair. Haha darling belbel. I've lost count of how many times I've poked you/strangled you/teased you. (I have a feeling that you'll say you haven't.) It's been four years. Of course, in the first two years, we didn't know each other that well, and if I had a choice, I would have started bugging you all the way starting from sec 1. And I shall annoint you again when I next see you, preferably with a marker, like you TEND TO DRAW ON ME. Of course, you can always say I've annointed you a lot, using a lot of different pens, but ahwells. The intention is different. Previously they were for, um, artistic expression. Now is to annoint you cause you're a darling and I love my daughter, even if she's a gorilla and married and divorced a monkey. Aa. Shall not interfere in my daughter's affairs of the heart. I'll never forget how you drew my wedding gown last year (of course, it'll only happen if I get married in a tribe in tibet), and I'm glad that you think my joints are so flexible. I'll never forget all the maths classes where we giggled at blah blah with brenda and sat in a group of three doing worksheets and HOW YOU ALWAYS SCOLDED ME FOR NO WORKINGS. Of course, and then again, I'll never forget how you walked into a male toilet, how you said get out and pointed at the door at mrsche w, how you never noticed that blah was behind you and got us all laughing at you, how retarded you can be. Of course, I won't tell anyone about your skating experience, and how you held on to the railing for dear life. Erm oops. Sorry about that. Slip of the tongue, you understand. Smiles sweetly. But let this be said: belbel is for my bullying and 408's bullying only. Any other person *coughmalecough* who dares to bully belbel will face my wrath as a very angry father. Erm, of course, I can't really be a father, since I'm lacking a very important appendage for that, but you get my point. And belbel, if you need to draw on a moustache for acting as Macbeth again, you can always come to me. Winks. I'll miss you belbel, so make sure you sign up for the lit trip next year. Lots of love, from YOUR FATHER AND YOU BETTER KNOW IT.
To chink, my ex-lab partner and promiscuous wife and fellow threesomer, are you free tonight? Haha, remember all the flirtings and the finger wriggling and the mushroom head. Beginning of last year you were the only one who would cover half your face with your jacket and flirt with others from above it, but it seems that you've turned the class gay with you. (But then again, we were always a very gay class.) No one can replicate your matter-of-fact-ness, your flirtiness, and together we're probably the most fitting couple - a promiscuous wife and a womanizer husband. I'll never forget your orange jacket (ju2 zi4!) with the netting hood and the ice cream stick that we wrote on. NIANG, NI WEI SHEN ME YAO BA WO SHEN XIA and DIE, NI WEI SHEN ME YAO RANG NIANG HUAI YUN. *flutters eyelashes at chinkie and kisses her* Now your hair is no longer a mushroom *ngew ngew ngew*, but you're still my lovely wife and ngew mushroom. *inserts Mel's drawing of a mushroom here, the one where the mushroom's doing her jacket/veil thing covering half the face.* So no matter who you bed in future, we're still husband and wife right. Flutters eyelashes again.
To Lickie, the lovely monkey WHO FLIRTS WITH MY WIFE and steals MY cat. LOLX. I've written you a long long letter already, so read that. Happy sixteenth birthday. THey say birthdays are a time for celebrating one's birth, so yesterday, we celebrated the day that you were born, because it's a day worth celebrating. So when you become the president of someplace, when you wriggle your eyebrows at someone, remember the class that you used to wriggle eyebrows and fingers at, cause we'll remember you. XD
To Cat, the amorous feline and class singer. Hey pretty. Remember when we first sat together. You erm...poured your chicken curry into my head and infected me with your songs. I'm super glad that we're taking the same combi next year, but yet again, I'll miss being able to sow discord between you and lickie. I'll miss the same old drama of 'I don't like you' 'but I like YOU' 'Go away, you're dismissed', and of course, the age old How High Is the Sky. I'll miss sitting in the corridor with you and mel and suet and wan joo and listening to the acapella by the three choir girls. I'll miss running about for Starlit Night with you guys, listening to the class being split into english songs and chinese songs while you cut masks and the two groups singing at the same time, choosing the most random of songs. And flirting with lickie won't be fun without you there to sputter and cough and choke at me. And vice versa. Kisses Cat. So love, I had a fun time last afternoon night, where we lingered at your door, because I didn't want to part.
To Brenda, the gay eye-roller and gay writer (no pun intended). I'll miss reading your seriously good fics, and annoying you, and predicting and guessing when you're going to roll your eyes. I'll miss doing maths with you, and calling answers around the class. I'll miss gaying with you when receiving the results, for no matter what you say, you're still gayer than gen. Anyway, YOU were the one who invented the Traumatizing Twaumatize. Do it to some junior and I bet if you mention the Twaumatize years later they'll scream. (Twaumatize sounds like some bloody machine an evil overlord will carry. Presenting Lord Brenda, and her evil superweapon, the Twaumatize!) So Bwenda, I love you like Draco loves Harry, except without the bedding, yes?
To Fei, our other artist of the class. You draw manga like no one does. All of them, even the cheery ones, turn out dark and emo and clamp-ish. It must be the fei-ness. It's all the slim and thin flowers and stems and patterns, that reminds me of Kurapika's chains. And of course, I'll never forget our common love for Hisoka, and puzzlement at why no one else loves such a hot, powerful, shuai magician with the sense of humor of a panther. I'll super miss squealing over shuai manga guys with you, and sitting beside you and watching you draw your manga people and viewing all your finished work. I'll miss working on the Racial Harmony Dress with you people, listening to the random songs playing on the computer, and rushing about on the morning itself getting hot and sweaty and stinking like a pig. I'll miss the LSL camp, dealing with the annoying children, and, at the end of the day, chilling in the Volunteer's Room and complaining about the kids. And I'll miss your high-ness, which is really an excuse for being random and insane and getting away with it. So when you become some world famous manga drawer, kindly remember me cause me <3 you.
And to the rest: I'm not writing anymore now, lest I start sniffling over the keyboard. Later then.
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Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Yes yes yes I'm blogging. Mostly cause lickie asked me to and she's beside me in the library. Zhong Ning and Shulin aren't in school yet, so we cannot finish the diplomacy ppt. How regretful. I can think of nothing I'd like to do more than to ponder on the indiapakistankashmir crisis. As it is, I would have to make do with something considerably less exciting, such as gushing over Mel's tablet PC which I aim to steal by today.
Just a note for people: if you lean too close to lickie when she's doing her analysing talk thing, she'll go meow at you. Perhaps she's spending far too much time with cat. Oh wait. What am I saying. Of course she is.
I haven't typed in a long time. If i close my eyes and type 'I love coffee' it'll probably turn out like this: i love coffee. Oh ahwells. Still. Typing doesn't go away.
Ahwells. Updates on life. I totally uberly crush vetinari. How is it possible to crush one that doesn't exist, but he's so bloody smart and everything else how is it possible not to crush him. Aaahahaha. Havelock Vetinari. <333333
I should update my wishlist. To include Jingo and Night Watch by Terry Pratchett. And Thief of Time as well, I suppose. Lu Tze is funny. Or maybe I shall just crush terryp himself.
Ha. One week of options plus two days done. Just around five more to go.
Why why why was I such an idiot when choosing options? (It went back to the fact that I chose my lit options first, then SS, then randomly picked some science thing that didn't clash without looking at what it was.)
So. Me. Physics of flight. And there I was hoping that after EOYs I'll never have to look at physics again. But NOOOOOOOO. The powers that be loves screwing me up. Not only do I see physics, no, I'm stuck doing sec THREE worksheets that I've put to the recesses of my mind.
After all, you know, people tend to forget traumatizing stuff.
So, mays iu the psychologist decided to drag all these painful experiences back to the present and strap me to the chair and make me relive it again. I want thioc k damnit. At least thiocky made the lesson interesting or sorta funneh. Sorta.
But now we're stuck throwing paper aeroplanes or paper rockets. Wow. Are we supposed to feel like rocket scientists? Cause I assure you squatting down to retrieve a projectile from beneath ants-infested bushes is not all that glam.
So, you poor naive little girls, don't be lured by those scientists by false promises. You'll wake up in the school 'garden' stomping on bottles and trying to make paper fly in the form of a rolled-up tube. All lies, I tell you. Halfway through trying to make a bottle 'recover' from being stomped on and fixing the head of the projectile that got bent, you'll realize that when you signed up for sciadvph module you really should have looked to see WHAT you were signing up for.
I WANT PHARM CHEMMMMMMMMMMM. stupid options choices. Why did I even sign up for adv sci modules? I should have stuck to enr.
On the hand, Diplomacy is fun. At least, listening to coulmannnn speak is. He goes on and on about how thick-headed and bigoted George Shrub is, and then says 'I have no idea why there's this impression that I'm against americans. It is not so.'
Yeah right. Today he wore this moss green shirt. I feel insulted. Then last lesson he was wearing disgusting dirty green denim-fabric pants. EWWWWWWWWW. And his hairstyle is just...
Coughs.
But he is a wealth of information (against america) lah. Dunno where he learns so much.
Now we're doing a case study about Sporia and Malsia. These two countries, one of which is a small red dot and the other a big country muchly like the national flower rafflesia, have certain...issues between them. Like a water issue, a sand and air issue, a 'panda blanka' issue, and a railway issue.
Quoting coulmannnnn: 'All resemblance to real life is purely coincidental'.
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Woman's voice is decent. Clarat an never releases us on time. Getting off 15 minutes late is considered good grief. But it's interesting, cause we watch movies. But the actual analysing is bleh. So mundane, because we were wondering whether virginia wolfe would have committed suicide if she were a male. Like, WOW.
412 has cute classroom decor. Really cute. But I seem to remember that it's copied off some senior's yearbook page. Ahwells.
YES. YEARBOOK IS FINISHED. While it means that I no longer can go mel's house and peer at her kid photos (haha. They forced her into a dress and integra-like specs and she was there grinning away. Those who wanna see ask me for the pic. I have it in my phone). Smirks.
And ganging up with Alicia against melmel is just pure joy. LAUGHS.
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Saturday, September 09, 2006
"An' you ain't gonna preach?" Tom asked. "I ain't gonna preach." "An' you ain't gonna baptize?" Ma asked. "I ain't gonna baptize. I'm gonna work in the fiel's, in the green fiel's, an' I'm gonna be near to folks. I ain't gonna try to teach 'em nothin'. I'm gonna try to learn. Gonna learn why the folks walks in the grass, gonna hear 'em talk, gonna hear 'em sing. Gonna listen to the kids eatin' mush. Gonna hear husban' an' wife a-poundin' the mattress in the night. Gonna eat with 'em an' learn." His eyes were wet and shining. "Gonna lay in the grass, open an' honest with anybody that'll have me. Gonna cuss an' swear an' hear the poetry of folks talkin'. All that's holy, all that’s what I didn' understan'. All them things is the good things."
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kT8UEq1VW8U
One Song Glory, from Rent. Before listening read the lyrics. They're so pretty.
One song. Glory. One song Before I go, Glory One song to leave behind,
Find one song, one last refrain, glory From the pretty boy front man, Who wasted opportunity.
One song, he had the world at his feet, Glory In the eyes of a young girl, a young girl Find glory, beyond the cheap colored lights
One song, before the sun sets Glory - on another empty life Time flies - time dies, Glory - One blaze of glory One blaze of glory - Glory
Find, Glory, in a song that rings true Truth like a blazing fire, an eternal flame
Find, one song, a song about love Glory, from the soul of a young man A young man
Find, the one song Before the virus takes hold, glory Like it sunset One song To redeem this empty life
Time flies And then no need to endure anymore Time dies
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Monday, September 04, 2006
UGH. Don't doctors get the gist? If we're having a fever and a pounding headache, you give us this stupid horrendous tasting pill that gives you MORE of a headache and you expect us to get better? UGH.
I'm feeling ill. Or weak. I'll be feeling weak tomorrow. Cannot sit properly cause I feel soft and unable to sit. Expands too much energy. UGH. Then I won't get well in time for the party then have it in bed lah. Best. Everyone loves being in bed by nine yes.
Haha. Teacher's day yesterday. The performances were...well. Then went to visit Mrs. Chandra, and saw her kids. Aaaaa. Cute little twins. 3 months old. (and obviously the girl was cuter than the guy) The guys were being so dao and loner, and when we were, like, playing pictionary, we asked them whether they wanted to play and they said no. So they just sat by the sofa watching tv. -________-
Which was, actually, quite good. Cause there were incidences that were, like, toad was drawing the word 'suck'. So, being toad, she drew a dick, a mouth, and a straw. @.@ And then there was 'guy fawkes', which i was drawing. So i drew this head with a lightning bolt, then the bird, then erm...drew attention to the guy's gender. Which was GUY. Then no one got it. -____-"
Then woke up today with a super head-splitting migrane. OW. Head hurts. Shall be loner for the hols cause msn is being an ass on me. XD
OWowowowowowow. Okay shall not stare at computer screen. Head hurts.
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Thursday, August 24, 2006
I feel like i should be studying. Toad is studying beside me now, but somehow i cannot summon up the determination to face physics. Bio ended today. And that was the last of bio I'd see for the rest of my life. It's just this teeny weensy bit of sadness that something that had been with you for so long is now going away. Even if I keep the bio log and all my bio worksheets, it's not the same as dying in class having a headache from ach ia or boredom by jiggly. And even if bio is the most irritating subject I've ever had the misfortune of studying, apart from history and geography, I've still studied bio for four years. Some things grow on you even when it's the most annoying thing in the world. Somehow you get used to it being annoying and hindering your life.
My bio eoy is... well. I really wanted to quit bio with a bang, like get 4.0 for my last test. That won't happen now. Can't believe it. Screwed up on the most simple of stuff. CG has a triple hydrogen bond. Wrote as double in the test. Ahwells.
Finished man and boy at last. It started off as a really drab book, but the ending is really pretty. I think I'm just a sucker for angst and pretty endings. Even if by pretty endings i mean death and disaster or just a bland, normal life-goes-on one. Though i think deep inside everyone is a stickler for happy endings, but the beauty of sad ones are so pretty pretty pretty. I sound like a pervert again. No energy lah. Exams tire me out. And make me look like a volcano.
Gah. I shall attempt physics. ... Or die trying, yes?
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Wednesday, August 23, 2006
hello everyone!! i just have to say this today! i've been keeping this in me for i think 10 years?!?! yes! so here is it! brace yourself!
I LOVE TOAD!!!!
yea that's about it. byebye!
... As you can see, that was toad. Yeah, i love her. Like i love juliek oh. Can't you see the resemblance? I mean, there's the FACE and all...
After all, don't we all love kJ/mol?
right i have lost my mind after pining so long after toad. anyway, gotta say, she's a real goddess!! <33333333
Haha. English essay today. Hence I'm currently revising my english.
Okay bull. ANYWAY. I spent the whole of yesterday evening REVISING. Not doing homework (though that'll be an accomplishment anyway), but REVISING. And looking through cat's answers that I copied. Smirks. I'm so damned guai I can't believe it. Then I started on lit annotation, but decided to go to sleep cause I need to keep awake today. So. I looked through the whole thing. OMG i so rock. SO I deserve a break today. I can start again tomorrow.
Toad and I are syncing again. This is bloody freaky. (No pun intended.) I mean. What's the use of syncing anyway? So husbands cannot cheat with neighbours while wives are otherwise unavailable?
In cat's words: OKAY FOR THE SAKE OF THE GENERAL PUBLIC WE WILL NOT BE SAYING ANYTHING ABOUT AVAILABILITY.
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Monday, August 14, 2006
... I think I cannot do without a maid. All my lunches will end up being maggi mee and whatever bread is left over from morning. Which is good cause today there's chocolate donuts. But my hair's all gonna fall out. Listening to the CD now. OMG. Cheryl Wong Yiwen I demand you serenade me at class. (Okay she dosen't even read this.) Then leening's song is the cheeriest and prettiest. Haha.
Shall do bio. I hate bio. Really. OMG. Ken complained about me to kelly. Please larh. not my fault i no time to do his work right. I mean, i don't even do mole's. Except for organic chem. Cause i happen to like organic chem. Haha. The naming's a headache, please. but so funnnn.
Haha, i can hear leening's voice now. <3
Okay, that song finished. Shall skip to track five now. (basically i'm just listening to track 3 and 5. ...)
Okay. BIO. OMG. I feel like strangling ach ia. Anyway, here's a list of stuff you learn from RGS:
1) Never live near toad unless you want to know the colour of her boxers and bra.
2) Never think that PTs cannot get worse if you haven't done chem PT.
3) Never think that your english teacher cannot get worse after four years. You can always get a siao one or joball.
4) When andrewch ia says a test is easy, never believe him.
5) When andrewch ia says a test is difficult, pack your bag and move to another country. Commiting suicide is another option. When all else fails, prepare to say goodbye to your GPA.
6) When receiving bio marks, never sit next to gen.
7) Be wary of people with moles. Be they your principle (spelling error on purpose, morons) or chemtea cher.
8) Don't flirt with cat/lickie in front of the other. No matter how tempting it is. Of course, behind the other's back is allowed. Cause who can resist our local gaypeh/moroniCat?
9) Don't share a tutor with monkey gay peh until she promises not to do the homework. You may still not look good, but at least you don't look too bad and lazy beside her.
10) Always listen when cat sings. The next time you hear a voice as good as that may be in heaven.
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Saturday, August 12, 2006
Male: Say something. Anything. Female: Test one, two, three- Male: Anything but THAT. - Tango Maureen, Rent
Haha. Shall send everyone the song if they ask. Such a cute little pretty song. Chrissie and lickie and cat, you have to hear it. Then you three can sing that song. And one of you can be Maureen. XD And dance the tango together. (But I strongly oppose the idea. It's designed for a male and a female for a reason, you know. I don't think girls will appreciate two pairs of boobs as well as guys.)
Female: Did she moon over other boys? Male: More than moon. Female: I'm getting nauseous.
Aaaaa karate sucks. Majorly. I wish someone my age will come join me in my band. They're all picking on me because I'm the oldest (by a mile). Like, these pair of annoying brothers who are all black belts, then the younger one is, like, Follow her *points to yours truly* she's the best.
Which would have been a compliment. Except for the fact that:
All around me are annoying primary school kids who are tripping over their feet. And not knowing the steps. And kicking others in the butt because they dunno how to kick. (And i escaped this because I'm taller. I get it in the knee.)
Then i was, like, erm, I'm the OLDEST? Then the annoying younger brother went, precisely. )*(&^$%#^%&^* IF HE WASN'T BETTER THAN ME I WOULD KICK HIM. As it is I can't even punch properly. Which was the case with his brother.
Okay fine. I can't punch. Nvm. But my kicking's even worse.
Both: when you're dancing her dance, you don't stand a chance, her grip of romance makes you FALL, Male: So you think might as well, Female: Dance a tango to hell, Both: At least I'll have tangoed at all.
At any rate, who invented the Karate? Must have been the nazis. Only someone that sadistic would dare unleash something as horrendous as that on the world. Haha. Melmel should come join me. Then at least when I'm xianed I can poke her. And it makes our runs more fun. Cause since I'm a JUNIOR (grits teeth and sulks), I have to run at a snail pace, and after two sessions I've stopped running and started walking. Fast pace, but yeah. -____-" At least if melmel's there I can chase her around (or vice versa, but a girl can dream yeah).
On another note, it's a bad idea to pull someone forward until you're nose to nose. Tried doing that to my mom. Ended up seeing one giant, blurry black eye. -_______-"
Male: It's hard to do it backwards. The TANGO, you morons. Get your heads out of the gutter. Female: You should try it in HEELS.
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Friday, August 04, 2006
Meh. Ken is evil. He complained to my mom last week that I kept changing the time and date for tuition, then just this week he changed three times. To 3.45. So today we did part of the ND costume, and I had no time to eat because before ND I was printing SS pt, then after that I didn't have time to eat because I had TUITION. )*%^#$&*&^(
Then during chem, the only thing I could think of was food food foodfoodfoodfoodfood. Food. I'm hungry. Anyway, then ken was being mean and evil, and the Nylon-Proteins thingie he summarized it to NP, hational parade. -.- And then when I wrote 'hydrogen', he read it as 'the ghost'. How exactly is it possible to do THAT? Then he kept laughing at me somemore. *sobs*
I'm hungry I'm hungry. So immediately after he left, I went to eat maggi mee. <3 And I ate only half bowl instead of two bowls cause my maid was cooking something nice, and if I starved so long just to eat maggi mee and not eat that nice-smelling thing she's cooking (smells like chicken!), I'm gonna cry. Not that there's anything wrong with maggi mee. I love maggi mee. And I know my hair's gonna fall out and leave me with balding, or at the very least, thinning hair. But since I'm gonna have a triple bypass (courtesy of gen's predictions) or die of a heart attack, I might as well die bald and eat what I like. XD
So who says I have no self restraint. This is obviously a case of controlling myself for the benefits in future. Far-seeing indeed.
The wind is strong. I'm sitting there letting my fringe fly all over my face cause even if I sweep it back it just blows back again. -.-
I'm gonna miss this computer. So fast. And so nice to type on. Even if I have twenty times more typo than usual. Okay, not really. Am watching disney channel. Why exactly am I watching disney? Do i have nothing better to do? AHWELLS. DO I CARE. SS PT is OVER. CHINESE SA is OVER. CHEM EVIL SPA is OVER.
I'm hungry. I want food. Stares at the kitchen. (Okay fine the kitchen isn't within my line of sight). But stares nonetheless. I want chocolate. Or lynn's brownies. Or the double chocolate muffins. Or maybe my cookies. Which i haven't gotten yet. <3
The ND dress looks weird, at any rate. Like the person's legs are slanting. Hmmmmm.
And I finally brought home the soft copy of yearbook page one! Can photoshop now. Then add in faces.
Pleasantville is so funneh. I mean, that guy's the densest ever. "I think we should stop this. I think I'm sick. Something's HAPPENING to me!" (of course something is. We normally term it an erection.) Damned funny lah. Mary sue is such an appropriate name. Be it for the black-white one or the colour one. Haha. What happened recently. Other than wondering how and why a 'you' told me about a blue blue sky and all I see is Brenda Lee or Peh LiQi. And andrewch ia threatens to throw E.coli with the BLA gene at us should we spread bacteria around. I swear that guy loves e.coli. SUDDENLY.
That dude is so lame. AAAAAH. I STILL NEED HIS PHOTO. UGH. Shall take one. I swear he'll pose.
Just watch him. (Okay, that was in response to disney where someone just said 'just watch me'.)
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Monday, July 31, 2006
All wars are planned by older men In council rooms apart, Who call for greater armament And map the battle chart.
But out along the shattered field Where golden dreams turn gray, How very young the faces were Where all the dead men lay.
Portly and solemn in their pride, The elders cast their vote For this or that, or something else, That sounds the martial note.
But where their sightless eyes stare out Beyond life's vanished toys, I've noticed nearly all the dead Were hardly more than boys.
Haha. Thanks to lit I've now an obsession with war poems. All the killed people! All the little people! The little people who change the world! The revolutionaires! (Mary will love that one.)
Oh a brighter note after that sad sad little poem, I did my maths assignment today. I think toad has a constructive effect on me. Anyway, after ND helping out, in which I really didn't do much except imitate liw ei, I met toad at the library, where we proceeded to do maths assignment.
I SWEAR TOAD IS SUCH A RETARD.
It started with me correcting one of her retarded assumptions. Cause root three squared is nine. -_____-" I mean, my 43 + 11 can give me 45, but at least my times table is, so far, grudgingly accurate. (If not there's always the calculator.) No matter what mel said. (Melmel, I said I can't remember my TIMETABLE. NOT times table. Oh god.)
Then, the retarded toad started flapping her finger at me and saying 'retard' repeatedly. By then we had dissolved into giggles (in the middle of the library, mind you), and we couldn't stop. Which also accounts for why I'm home so late today.
Then she PUSHED me! Cause I was laughing, sitting crossed legged, and rocking left to right and back again, then she PUSHED me, and before I realized it, I had gone over my balance and just...tilted to my right. Sheesh. I mean, I know she wants to hit on me, and I can empathize, but really, did she have to do it in the library? I'll much prefer a quiet alley, then... ^.~
Oh, then this person came to sit opposite us, cause we were sitting on the floor and using the bench as a table, then the extra person copied us, and I think he was damned amused by us. Like, these two girls sitting on the floor, one flapping her hands non stop (and me making the 3D loser sign at her) and both laughing uncontrollably. -_________-"
Haha. THis is the forth assignment I've completed. I feel accomplished.
On another note, I started on the second page of Sonata 49. ^^
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Sunday, July 30, 2006
Pretty pretty nocturnes. I'm really starting to sound like a perv, what with all that pretty pretty nonsense. But really. Chopin nocturne 49 is damned nice. Everyone, go to youtube and type in chopin nocturne 49. There's only one, but in case some random idiot uploaded another one, look for the freestyle one (it's stated in the description). If I play like that one day, I'll die happy. Currently still stuck at the point of going-up octaves and going-down sixths simultaneously. Tempo is still slow, I'll wait until I can do the octaves-sixths before I switch to 120.
... This is starting to sound like a diary of my progress on the piano (what progress?). Haha. Mummy brought me to sakura restaurant to eat today. They had damned nice cheesecake! Cheesecake! It was a buffet, so with every plate of food I got there was at least one piece of cheesecake on it. Then towards the end they ran out of cheesecake. I was, like, NOOOOOO. (Though I suspect that I was mostly responsible for it.)
There was shark's fin soup there too, but due to the tales melmel and toady told me about the poor sharks after their fins were cut off, I decided not to eat it.
IF THE BUYING STOPS, THE KILLING CAN TOO. ~
Haha. Gorged myself until I was almost bursting. Then had to hurry back for chem tuition. -____-" l'horreur. Did I mention that I hate chem? Especially the mole. I mean, the mole theory. Really.
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Saturday, July 29, 2006
Had the first of the maths options today. Number theory is so cool. We're doing pythagorous (sp?) theorem, prime numbers and something else. It's, like, omg so many patterns and equations. So uber cool. Perfect numbers are coolios too. 6 and 49. And of course, my handphone number's a perfect number too. ^^
Before that me and toad went to esplanade to borrow scores. Toady is now officially a premium member of esplanade for a year. Like me. Heehee. Anyway, we borrowed scores (she wanted her dip scores, and I wanted scores cause I've nothing to play lately but some sonatas that I learnt in grade 6 or something. -____-"), and duets! Haha. We're gonna practice and play together. There's one song that requires two of our hands to overlap. That's gonna be funneh. Cause my sense of rhythm will be skewered and we're going to laugh at ourselves non-stop.
Just practiced Haydn's sonata number 49. It's one of toady's diploma pieces. Haha, it looks easy, but then your hands are spaced apart so unless you know the notes you're going to be fumbling for them. Then I obviously haven't practiced for a long, long time, cause I no longer remember how to do the stepping down of thirds apart for e flat major. Maybe I should go back to my czerny, but I hate czerny with a passion. My piano teacher kept making me play them, and I never practiced, so I always took about one or two months to 'pass' a piece. Or maybe my scales too. I hate scales thirds. I prefer just running notes. Though my those are sucking a lot lately too. Haha, no practice.
Ee. I wanna play sonata 49 well. It sounds so nice some more. Currently I'm just, like, almost passably able to stumble through it, making many mistakes in the process but still playing the melody. (no matter how skewered) Then after that I'll play chopin's pieces. Toad was recommending Nocturne in E flat and D minor, opus 9 no. 2 and opus 72 no. 1 respectively. Does anyone have the piece on computer? I need to hear it first, cause my sense of rhythm, as I said, is absolutely lousy and I'll screw the melody with my skewered rhythm. Then after that I'll do Revolutionary Etude (opus 10, no. 12).
Then we went for lunch, during which we didn't eat anything decent at all. But I bought a bar of chocolate. XDXDXD Chocolates is love. Then we went for maths options, where christabel was waiting for us to save her from the security guard who was hitting on her. XD Haha. OH yeah. An old man hit on toady on the mrt station today. Haha. He walked past her, patted her shoulder and said, zhu ni xue ye jing bu. O.o And the security guard hit on chrissie yeah. He remembered her from when she signed in early in the morning. ^^ Funneh. Anyway, we rescued her, singing our heroic - what's that thing called. A character's theme song that sounds whenever he comes out - that song. Anyway. Which was christabel, christabel, christabel SSSSSS. Christabel SSSSSSSS and christabel SSSSSSS. ^^ Haha, then we went up to class, where chrissie was, like, are RI geeks guys here for the course too? Cause there was a concert on today, so she was, like, OH.
Then then then we went to class and the RI geeks WERE there! Chrissie twacked me. >< Anyway, we were already fifteen minutes early (cause we reasoned that if gepers were there, then they were obviously early then later we bunch of idiots come in late from taka then so malu one), and those people were even earler than us and they were looking so prepared. >< And then there was me and chrissie and toad walking in with a bar of chocolate and a box of sweets in our hands and spreading out a picnic in front of us. Haha. We slackers.
Our instructer looks like my ex-cello teacher. That gay one. Hurhur. Anyway, he's boring. But the subject matter was quite amusing. I can practically imagine mrsch ew saying 'isn't it amazing?'
Yes, it is quite. But damned hard pls. They take the simplest stuff, and make you prove, and then you suddenly realize that proving isn't that easy after all. And then me and chrissie were rationing our chocolates, which was one piece every half hour. Haha. Then halfway through me and toad started singing the christabel sssss song.
Quite fun lah. One of the RI geeks guys was damned teacher's pet like ERM, then kept raising his hand to every question. Then once when some people had to present (when the three of us obviously pretended to be otherwise busy), he went up too, then I was, like, OH, THAT GEEK IS PRESENTING TOO really loudly.
So toad whacked me cause I was speaking too loudly, then I had to take back my words cause people probably heard, so I was, like, I MEAN, THAT GREEK! I LIKE GREEK!
-_____-" Okay, that was pretty retarded.
THen on the way home me and toad started singing PotO, so now I'm addicted to it again, and I'm watching it now. Raoul is so hot please. Patrick Wilson is <3 in a wig of brown hair and with no beard. I crush him!
Okay, like karate yesterday was so maluating. Sensei was making me so push-ups in front of others. Then people like me who can't even do pull-ups obviously cannot do push-ups. Ee. I totally collapsed. >< >< >< >< I bet he's taking revenge for me calling him (in more words and totally embarrassing him) an MCP. EE. But he is.
Okay, actually PotO the film is quite lousy. But the songs are so pretty anyway you can't help but <3. THe part when christine and raoul have duets are always so pretty, especially the part in the tower before past the point of no return. Then down once more the trio part is so pretty pretty pretty too.
FOR EITHER WAY YOU CHOOSE HE HAS TO WIN.
Raoul is so pretty boy. OMG. I shall make icons of him and post them on my LJ. Pretty pretty pretty boy. With a pretty pretty pretty voice. OMG. I sound like a nympho.
CHRISTINE PLEASE CHRISTINE SAY NO DON'T THROW AWAY YOUR LIFE FOR MY SAKE
So sweet! Also watched a brokeback amv this morning. Haha. Naked guys are so hot. Especially together. ^^
Okay, I really sound like I have nymho tendencies. Should stop before someone carts me off to woodbridge.
Toodles!
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Thursday, July 20, 2006
Haha. WE ARE RETARDS. *waves banner around*
Let's start with yesterday. Went for lunch with wormy, spotted chrissie and brendy and cat and gen, so ended up going with them. Went to take neoprints. Halfway through inserting the coins, the machine broke down.
Cat: *presses the return coins button* Why isn't it moving? Chrissie: *reads from the sign on machine* Do not bang on the machine. Cat: *bangs on the machine* Chrissie: HEY! Do NOT bang on the machine! Cat: *bangs on the machine, HARD* *coins start falling out.* Everyone: Yayy.
Then, when we are decorating the photos: Brenda: *draws mug around chrissie's face* Lichen: Plants a duck on brenda's face.* *here, everyone learns that we can edit the same photo in two windows.* Brenda: *erases duck. Draws an L next to lichen* Lichen: *erases L* Brenda: *draws L*
And on and on and on. Funneh.
Then today was extremely retarded. I cannot even begin to explain. Mainly chrissie and brenda and cat. You know, when they're together, all the retarded stuff come out. Then the teachers.
Oh, the teachers.
Nolite te professors carborundorum.
After all, guys are macho assholes who name cats TIGER because they must be cunning and strong, and girls go 'the white, furry fur'. Obviously cause girls are more intelligent and don't have beastiality inclinations and psychotic tendencies to project themselves into cats.
But then, guys are guys. What can we say. They have two heads and one of them don't work half of the time. Obviously I'm not talking about the one above the shoulders. But people like the commander don't even have their other head working. *smirks* That's MCPs for ya.
Me and changchang had a talk about dangly stuff the other day. Needless to say, nearby people were quite...traumatized.
Then bio. OMG. Bio was...
All you'll have to do for SPA is...something.
Wow.
I am shocked speechless.
We are the hollow (wo)men,
We are the stuffed (wo)men.
Read T.S. Eliot's The Hollow Men today. Such a pretty, pretty poem. *coos over poem*
Anyway, another thing he said:
E. coli is nice, E. coli is fun, E. coli is for everyone.
... Right on the spot. WIth 407 singing 'together' as background beat.
Joy to the world.
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Monday, July 17, 2006
Our class is damned weird please. Either that or we ate insanity-inducing something today.
During physics, we were talking about bells, the two types, so I was, like, there are three types. Third one being ChristaBell.
Bel: Shut up. Moi: And this bell doesn't ring when you press it. It says shut up. Bel: Shut up. *realizes what she said.* Oh shit.
Then maths: Toad: *comes over to bug me about maths* Me: *makes way for her to sit* Mrsch ew: Rachel, why are you sitting on lichen's lap? Me and toad: WTF?!?!?
Okay. That was damned retarded lah. Erm. I bet she thought we were damned perverts.
Then SS: Brydenourfriend: So singapore has to export stuff like ferrari and caviar Class: *starts laughing* Brydenourfriend: Huh? Moi: Erm Mrche w, we already have a caviar in Singapore. It's more than enough.
Okay fine I'm quite retarded too. Haha. But I'm funneh anyway.
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Saturday, July 15, 2006
Open house is over. Joy to the world (belbel is dead). Hardy haha. I'm not sure whether it was considered a success (at any rate as much as running about sweating like a pig and melting in the stupid canteen can be considered a success), but it wasn't a failure.
And our booth looked uber pretty (thanks qianni and brenda and eileen and LIJU AND GUOJUN especially for doing the board), with little strips of rain and splashes of words on coloured paper.
Anyway, open house was running about like a headless chicken being barbecued, forcing painful bright smiles at random strangers and trying to bring them to the booth. I sounded so fake please. I should get a desk job in future. Good afternoon. Welcome to XXX. Would you like to see the XXX?
-____-"
Then poor chrissie was being bullied by her teacher. And we kept escaping to the hall cause there's aircon. Heehee.
Went for CO concert yesterday. Liqi was so gay. But who knew pink suited her? Always thought pink was this horrendous colour that should be banished into hell. Except Hell wouldn't accept it. Then had dinner with the monkey and fei, while waiting for moronic brenda who came so late. Like, she totally lost her way around J8. Just that she refuses to admit it.
Then the stupid teachers from CO didn't let chinkie so solo. Like, hello. She's so much better lah. What choose some idiot whose tempo sucks and has no basic sense of rhythm. Then the sherry chairman person also. Dunno made how many mistakes. Like, I don't even know the song and I can tell she made many mistakes.
HAHA. BUT MY CHINKIE ROCKED.
GAVE HER SUNFLOWERS!
SUNFLOWERS!
GH3Y!
Okay I'm being gay cute.
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Tuesday, July 11, 2006
WTF. English is tomorrow and I just finished eating dinner. Stupid trib then me stay so long in school celene you better thank me properly tomorrow night actually i want tonight but too late cause I need to study english then english tomorrow I don't even know the impotent fools on the remaking singapore board and that is only important because the retarded lump of fat is requesting that it is soooo important that we waste brain cells on the names of stupid shrivelled idiots with three-week old carrots as...ahem.
Uberly screwed physics. There goes my 4.0, and thanks to J.K. Moling my chem marks remains the same. That wouldn't be too bad if not for the fact that everyone else has increased in GPA EXCEPT ME.
OMGOMG my sis is watching this weird disney type of wizard of oz, which becomes the flower of oz. Then in typical disney mary sue fashion the GIRL (gawd knows the name) is the flower of oz. -____-" I mean, why don't they just name every single female protagonist supercalifragilicious or however it's spelled. Disney stuff are so...lame and cliched. Their one saving grace is their nice songs. Of course, if all their male protagonists looked like JBM or Jesse Mccartney (sp?), then I don't really care if they're gary stus at all. Especially if they can sing.
OMG. Mary Sue I mean, Oh-So-Original Character from Disney has just had a change of clothes after landing on a flower. And is now demonstrating her full prowress at the art of useless powerful-ness by being beautiful and glowy. Hmm. 'You've done enough harm!'
Can you say 'Anakin you're breaking my heart'?
Sheesh. I wanna watch my les choristes. HOLY SHIT. I REALLY HAVE TO STUDY ENGLISH. WHAT THE HELL AM I STILL DOING HERE. Okay I'm really freaking out. But seriously. Fatjo is such an ass. Wenting can I put that comparison photo and picture on the yearbook? That and my wonderful photoshop skills. Haha. At least i learnt some stuff from kellynn and celene today. Even though I still have no idea what all the keyboard shortcuts are. I realize I'm quite dependant on them. I mean, I hate using the mouse. it's really annoying. stuff like ctrl+something's much more...interesting.
Haha. Chrissie's online.
Hmm. Maybe Spleak knows somehting about remaking singapore.
Okay it doesn't. Listen to this:
Really? Re making Singapore?
For funny, cool or crazy polls, just type "daily polls".
Erm... I really wanna slap it. But it's unfair. I mean, not all computers are as smart as me.
OMG. Spleak's really distracting. Scrabble is fun.
ARGH FORGET IT. I'LL REVISE IN SCHOOL TMR.
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Monday, July 10, 2006
Ahahaha. Everyone go add spleak@hotmail.com to your msn contacts. It's this robot. Highly amusing, though don't attempt to ask it stuff about it. That's when it gets annoying. Just go and play games on it. Hangman is lame. >< Scrabble is funneh.
Had lunch with sharm pervertedmel shitty and toad today. At pizza hut. At first the green thing wanted to eat at bpp, but I told her that yoshi there closed down already (cause eating at bpp has become a synonym for eating yoshi), so we decided to go lot 1 (and lot1 is synonym for pizza hut). -___-" We're like offred, pretending that we're going to choose what to eat when we've already decided. Hardy-haha. Very Funny.
Then at the bus stop we met the other three plus sanki but sanki never eats with us so we ended eating in this group of 5, which meant we had to share four seats at pizza hut. Lousy place. Why can't they give us the table for eight. We have big butts cannot izzit. Anyway, we were eating, and me and sharm were being nice and carrying soup for everyone, cause stupid toad always makes me carry her cream of chicken/mushroom for her ('remember to put pepper ar'). I feel mistreated. >< I mean, if she likes the idea of slave/master so much, just get whips and handcuffs. I prefer that better. Or she can at least buy me a french maid costume. That cheapskate.
Then we were eating and sharm was amusing herself, because she laughs at her own jokes. Then we laugh at her laughing at her own jokes. ^^
Shitty: I wanna meet a grinder. Sharm: Really? Hi. *waves*
Shit mom home. Lalala
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Friday, July 07, 2006
You scored as Psychology/Sociology. Related majors that match your highest scored category: Anthropology, Biology, Chemistry, Counseling, Criminal Justice, Political Science, Psychology, Industrial/Organizational (I&O) Psychology, Sociology, Social Work.
Consider all majors in your OTHER high scoring categories. The right major for you will be something 1) you love and enjoy and 2) are really great at it. Consider adding a minor or double majoring. Please post your results in your myspace/blog/journal.
Hurr. Not bad then. I put 'strongly disagree' on the statistics question. Cause I really, really, really hate statistics. It's uber boring.
Went Pasir Ris again today. Bought japanese biscuits for the kids there. Kinda sad, really, seeing that we've been seeing them almost regularly for over a year. I'm going to miss people like nigel and shihao. (And hearing them call mel 'MELMEL JIEJIE' is such a classic.)
Anyway, me and mel and fei and bren ate at yoshi, then after that, when we were bloated (think handmaid's tale 'large as a house' and you get it. And 'humongous' too, I suppose. Hurrhurr. Is this considered revising for lit?) and I really really really needed to pee, we walked past the center of taka and saw...you guess. Guess. A BLOODY FOOD FAIR. I was, like, WTF. Then there was mango pie and meat paos (the nice fried ones) and mai4 ya2 tang2 and OMGOMGOMG SO MUCH FOOD. Then i only had $4 in my wallet. :'( Life is food. Without food, life is meaningless, handmaids without fertile commanders.
OKAY OKAY i shall stop with the handmaid reference. Must be cause of mel and me reading THT on the ride home. Or rather, the ride to taka, cause after we visited the family center we decided that we couldn't resist the food fair. I mean, it's not that we're greedy or something. You dangle stuff like ice cream in front of us and expect us to resist? SADISTS. EVIL, EVIL SADISTS.
So after I ate my bao and ice cream, we were happy and went home. Then on the ride home, we saw the superman poster, and the convo went like this:
Me: Superman is hot. Well, the guy anyway. If you don't count the spandex and tights. Mel: And the underwear. Remember the underwear. Me: Oh yeah. Dunno why he wears it outside. Mel: Well, if he wears it inside there'll be a VPL. Me: *chokes and dies* Mel: In fact, it's better to wear it outside. Instead of trying your best to hide the fact that you're wearing an underwear and failing, you just announce that you're wearing underwear and you can't fail in hiding it cause you're not hiding it! Me: *dies of laughter*
Yeah. Fashion tip for us girls. No need to worry about vpl if we wear out underwear outside. Though that totally defeats the purpose of UNDERwear. It'll probably be renamed overwear or something.
Then mel, in an sms, was like: thank god they invented the costume before g-strings came about.
And smart me: Huh. but g-strings easier to see vpl what. And somemore can tell you're wearing g-string.
Mel: Not inside. Outside.
Ah the joys of being a lit pupil. We reckon that the weird sec2 should read the handmaid's tale. She'll agree with the ideas. Her blog's just damned weird. I'm quite inclined to say GEPers, but my GEP senior was very nice and normal AND smart, thankyouverymuch. She seems to have the idea that throwing words like 'insecurity' and 'liberalized' around makes her look smart. Yeah dude. Blame everything others do on THEIR insecurity. That's the way to go man.
...WTF. There is no such thing as pre-marital sex if you don't get married? Chang is right. Very philosophical. If all your respect for your body boils down to wordplay to get around the concept of self-respect. Like, I'm liberalized so I shall let a boy I've gotten together with for less than a month grope me without castrating him with a spoon. Don't ask why a spoon. It's a saying. Hmmm. I think I'll never have sex. Basically cause I think no one's important enough to sleep with me. MUAHAHAHAHA. I'm very humble. Really. But I wanna marry a cook though. Preferably the CEO of gelato. Mmmm. Of course, in the course of marriage procreation is expected. Consider it a necessary evil. >:( OMG like did you know the Gelato containers are wider now. AND it's half as deep. WTF. Nonsense. I want more ice cream. Hmm. Why did I finish all my ferrero rocher (sp?) yesterday? *wails*
SHALL I GO TO PROM. WHY SHOULD I WASTE SIXTY BUCKS TO GO TO SOME RUN DOWN HOTEL SO I CAN WASTE MORE MONEY ON A DRESS THAT I SHALL NEVER WEAR AGAIN ANYWAY. (Naturally, if melmel's going, I'm going to see the show. AND i'm forcing her to wear heels. HA. See how she chases after me in THAT.)
...Chrissie is out. Moron. Probably wasted 5 seconds of my phone bill on her. >(
Speaking of which, I wanna take that ives tay/tan thing. Should I take political science when I grow up. But doing so in sing is just an elaborate, money wasting way to walk into bankruptcy when all I need to do is to speak about the leeeeeee family in public. Unless I join the men in white. But seriously, a girl wearing white is not decent. I'll look like a nanya ng girl. EW. And a GIRL wearing WHITE.
THink of the phrase: 'a siser, dipped in blood'.
HAHA. I bet I know more pervy jokes than that sec 2. Must be the side effect of knowing angel and cat and liqi and wenting.
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Friday, June 30, 2006
Because Physics is boring:
You make me wanna start a family, Inspire me to write a poem, You must be the effect of globalization, Cause when I see you, I've come home.
You're the article to my jianbao, When I see you I feel nervous, Cause I wanna yanjiang about you, And together we're the butterfly lovers.
We need to self-explore, And learn more about reproduction, Explore usage of protection, And practice the natural rhythm.
Your body's a beautiful temple, And at the south you'll find me, Can you feel the charge between us, Cause baby you exude electricity.
I'm quite easy, you're rather hard, Learn the magic of sixty-nine, I'm the exponential to your differentiation, And together we can multiply.
I can write an essay about your body, After all the analysing I've done about it, So be fruitful, and multiply, And as for love, we can make it.
I can't bear being apart from you, When you're near I have a reaction, Can't you just feel the bliss, When together we reach equilibrium?
XD Cause school has chemistry. <3
Yes I know I'm pervy. Liqi only told me that about twenty times.
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Sunday, June 25, 2006
I finally tidied up my room today. Like, I didn't know I had such a large table. The difference a few pieces of paper can make huh.
ONE DAY MORE.
ONE DAY MORE TO THE FRUSTRATION WE WILL FIGHT IT TILL THE LAST I WILL JOIN IT IN THE CLASS WE WILL KILL OURSELVES WITH SPAs.
Okay nevermind. The thought of school makes my head go @.@
Amusingly, I was singing the whole of les miz while tidying up my room, and I finished tidying up at eponine's scream. Hurr. I wonder what my parents would do if I suddenly screamed.
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Saturday, June 24, 2006
Hardy har har. I'm kinda bored. That being the understatement of the year. Have been writing fanfics for the past week. Hmm. Two chapters down. That's kinda a veryveryveryveryveryveryvery slow pace. Reason? I've also been watching HunterxHunter. And Detective Conan. And Les Miserables. And Les Choristes. And west side story. Holiday mood hurr.
I DON'T WANNA GO TO SCHOOL! *throws a hissy fit* Just the thought of chem makes my head hurt.
Random note: I'm listening to Hips Don't Lie now.
I WANNA WATCH SHE'S THE MAN. Even though I don't really like amanda bynes and think she looks like neville longbottom.
I'm waiting until I can go esplanade so I can borrow music scores. Hmm. I want les miz and les choristes and POTO in TWO HANDS damnit. Like, my fingers are so long I can play for 3 parts in two hands izzit. Lousy scores. And they're damned pixellated somemore.
Shakira (singer) has a very cute accent. Tale of two cities is sitting on my table. I should really continue reading it. But xian lah. I should blog properly. But nevermind. I know you love me enough to love what I write regardless of content. What content? Coughs.
Cat's birthday was on tuesday. Went to eat lunch with her. Cat is so GH3Y. Especially with liqi. As brenda puts it, place those two people together for more than 5 seconds and they start banging against each other. Sorta like a charged metal pole and an uncharged one put together. That attract-repel thingie. Those two. Tsk tsk.
Naturally, I was the only sane one.
Then went to cut my hair. Hmmm.
On, then on thursday, the moment wenting came into the classroom, she went @.@ at my hair. Da4 Jing1 Shi1 Se4. LOL. Then during maths, brenda was acting gay, but who can refute that claim? She took the purple duck (that lickie christianed Christabel) and started pecking at liqi's head, then went:
THIS IS A WOODPECKER.
-_- And dogs walked on air and random nonsense. Then we went home early cause we kinda had nothing to do and were bored. Mrsche w is <3
If <3 is love, then < ) should be Ice cream! Coolness.
Then friday I stayed in bed until...12. Then binged on my remaining chocolate. It's the school-starting depression, I swear. Think of bio and english PT. L'horreur.
Come monday me and toad will go to school with stick ponytails. Giggles gayly. Stick! Strawman! cause they're two of us, it's strawmEn! We the scarecrows!
WE ARE THE HOLLOW MEN. <3
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LONG
LIVE FRANCE! WE LOVE FRANCE! VIVE LA FRANCE! JE T'AIME :)
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Monday, June 19, 2006
OMGOMG. The phone pervert called me AGAIN. When I'm WRITING. UGH. Like, you think I want to entertain you izzit. I swear, if that ass calls me again, I'm going to ask him to meet me then bring the police along with me. Then castrate him with a SPOON before handing him over to the authorities.
Stupid fucking asshole. Just go and lay yourself kay? Cause you're so repulsive no one would ever screw you. And yes, not even on the bloody phone.
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Sunday, June 18, 2006
I think spending time with toad has a negative effect on my wallet. Seriously. Blew all of 120 bucks yesterday, not to mention the 32 bucks on thursday. Haha. My wallet cries.
But shopping is fun. Even if your wallet is quite screwed (speaking of which, I still need to replace it). Let's list the stuff we got. XD
ME:
Bag - 30
Jeans - 30
Shorts to make my mommy happy - 20 Football tee for father's day - 15 Cat's birthday earrings - 8, to add on to those toad bought. So now she has a pair for every day of the week. XD
TOAD:
Bag - 30 (yes you can see we got the bags together) Watch - 13 (which will be officially mine next month when I have money to pay her cause she doesn't really know how to put it on) Italy tee - 15
And something else. I forgot what it was, but she spent 90 yesterday. And this I know cause when we were back on the MRT, we were counting our expenditure.
Because, you know, we love singapore and have to uphold its kiasu honor.
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Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Meme from Qianni's blog:
Bold: true Italics: I wish it's true
I miss somebody right now. I don't watch much TV these days. I own lots of books. I wear glasses or contact lenses. I love to play video games. I've tried marijuana. I've watched porn movies. I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship. I believe honesty is usually always the best policy. I curse sometimes. As opposed to constantly. I dunno which one. I mean, I'm quite polite. Right? I have changed a lot mentally over the last year. I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me. I have broken someone's bones. I wish. I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal. Frankly, with a mouth like mine, there's nothing I'm ashamed to reveal. I just get ashamed OF revealing it. I hate the rain. I'm paranoid at times. I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free. I need/want money right now. I love sushi. I talk really, really fast. I have fresh breath in the morning. I have long hair. I have lost money in Las Vegas. I have at least one sibling. I was born in a country outside of the U.S. I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past. I couldn't survive without Caller I.D. (I totally won't dare to pick up the phone) I like the way that I look. LOL you ask ME? What part of I'm-an-ego-queen do you not understand? I have lied to a good friend in the last 6 months. I am usually pessimistic. I have a lot of mood swings. I think prostitution should be legalized. I slept with a roommate. Define Slept with. I have a hidden talent. I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have. I have a lot of enough friends. I have pecked someone of the same sex. I enjoy talking on the phone. But only with certain people. I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants. I love to shop and/or window shop. I'm obsessed with my Xanga or Livejournal. I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother. I have a cell phone. I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months. I currently like/love someone. Me. I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life. I want to have children in the future. I have changed a diaper before. I've called the cops on a friend before. I'm not allergic to anything. I have a lot to learn. I really, really didn't want to bold this one. I am shy around the opposite sex. I'm online 24/7, even as an away message. I have at least 5 away messages saved. I have tried alcohol or drugs before. I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past. I own the "South Park" movie. I have avoided assignments at work/school to be on Xanga or Livejournal or DeviantART. I avoid assignments/work at school. Period. I enjoy some country music. I would die for my best friends. I'm obsessive, and often a perfectionist. I have used my sexuality to advance my career. On who. Jojo? Halloween is awesome because you get free candy. I have dated a close friend's ex. I am happy at this moment. I'm obsessed with guys.[together] Democrat. Republican. I am punk rockish. I go for older guys/girls, not younger. I study for tests most of the time. I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met. I can work on a car. I love my job(s). Cases woot! I am comfortable with who I am right now. I have more than just my ears pierced. I walk barefoot wherever I can. I have jumped off a bridge. I love sea turtles. I spend ridiculous amounts of money on makeup. I plan on achieving a major goal/dream. I am proficient on a musical instrument. [ more like underachieving though] I hate office jobs. I went to college out of state. I am adopted. I am a pyro. I have thrown up from crying too much. I have been intentionally hurt by people that I loved. I fall for the worst people. I adore bright colors. I usually like covers better than originals. I hate chain theme restaurants like Applebees and TGIFridays. I can pick up things with my toes. I can't whistle. I have ridden/owned a horse. I still have every journal I've ever written in. I talk in my sleep. Sometimes. I've often thought that I was born in the wrong century. I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions. I wear a toe ring. I have a tattoo. I can't stand at LEAST one person that I work with. I am a caffeine junkie. I am completely tree-huggy spiritual, and I'm not ashamed at all. If I knew I would get away with it, I would commit at least one murder. I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical, the better. I enjoy a nice glass of wine with dinner. I'm an artist. I am ambidextrous. I sleep with so many stuffed animals, I can hardly fit on my bed. If it weren't for having to see other people naked, I'd live in a nudist colony. I have terrible teeth. I hate my toes. I did this Meme even though I wasn't tagged by the person who took it before me. I have more friends on the internet than in real life. LOL. I have absolutely no life on the internet. I have lived in either three different states or countries. I am extremely flexible. I love hugs more than kisses. I want to own my own business. I smoke. I spend way too much time on the computer than on anything else. Nobody has ever said I'm normal. Sad movies, games, and the like can cause a trickle of tears every now and then. I am proficient in the use of many types firearms and combat weapons. I like the way women look in stylized men's suits. I don't like it when people are unpleased or seem unpleased with me. I have been described as a dreamer or likely to have my head up in the clouds. I have played strip poker with someone else before. We never progressed further than sweaters cause we were laughing too hard at Lola's strip tease. I have had emotional problems for which I have sought professional help. I believe in ghosts and the paranormal. I can't stand being alone. I have at least one obsession at any given time. I weigh myself, pee/poo, and then weigh myself again. I consistently spend way too much money on obsessions-of-the-moment. I'm a judgmental asshole. I'm a HUGE drama-queen. I have traveled on more than one continent. I sometimes wish my father would just disappear. I need people to tell me I'm good at something in order to feel that I am. I am a Libertarian. I can speak more than one language. I can fall asleep even if the whole room is as noisy as it can be. I would rather read than watch TV. I like reading fact more than fiction. I have pulled an all-nighter on an assignment I was given a month to do. Namely Physics PT. I have no piercings. I have spent the night in a train station or other public place. I have been so upset over my physical gender that I cried. I'm a girl and proud of it, babe. I once spent Christmas completely alone because there was a miscommunication on which parent was supposed to have me that night. I've been married and am now divorced. There have been times when I have wondered "Why was I born?" and may/may not have cried over it. I like most animals better than most people. I own a collection of retro games consoles. The thought of physical exercise makes me shiver. I have hit someone with a dead fish. I have written/read erotic stories. I am compulsively honest. I was born with a congenital birth defect that has never been repaired. I have danced topless in front of dozens of complete strangers. I have gone from wishing I was a boy to revelling in being a girl to feeling like a boy again in the span of five minutes, and not cared a whit for my actual sex. I am unashamedly bisexual, and have different motivations for my desires for different genders. I sometimes won't sleep a whole night or eat a whole day because I forget to. I find it impossible to get to sleep without some kind of music on. I dislike milk. I obsessively wash my hands. I always carry something significant around with me. Sometimes I'd rather wear a wig in day-to-day life than use my own hair. I've pushed myself to become more self-aware and thereby more aware of others. failing miserably. Even though I live on my own I still cry sometimes because I miss my mother. I hand wrote all the HTML tags in this document. I've liked something which a majority of people claimed was either bad or weird. I have been clinically dead for a brief period of time. Instead of feeling sympathy/empathy with people and their problems, I simply become annoyed. I am a virgin. [Please don't be shocked] I participate/have participated in auto drag races and won. I do not 'get' most comedy acts. I don't think strippers are money-greedy or slutty for dancing. I don't like to chew gum. I am obsessed with history/historical things and can't wait for someone to build a time machine so I can be the first to use it. I can never remember for the life of me where I parked the car. Had the TEEN ANGST thing going for at least 2-3 years. I wish people would be more empathic and honest with each other. I play Dungeons and Dragons weekly. I love to sing. I want to live in my mother's basement when I grow up. I have a custom-built computer. I want to create a certain someone's babies, even though there's a 0% possiblity of ever achieving it. I would be in a relationship with one of my pets if they were human. I've gone skinny-dipping. I've performed in three plays, all of them Shakespeare. I enjoy burritos. I'm Irish and lovin' it. I have a thing for redheads. I am a twin! Most times, I'd rather do something intellectual instead of doing something generically 'fun'. Once I set out to finish something, I always stay at it until it is completed before I move on to something else. I wish there were a way to erase past mistakes. I sleep more than 12 hours a day. I often fantasize about being in fights or physically hurting people, but not anyone in particular. I love instant noodles. I was a spoiled brat as a child. I'm over 25 years old and still enjoy all the things I did when I was 10. Sometimes I feel like I'm not of this world at all. I own more than ten Disney movies. I was forced to grow up quickly. Over 40GB of music. Some times little kids scare the crap out of me. I don't really like physical touch. I adore little boys.
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Lalala. I'm in a cheerful mood. Jean-Baptiste Meunier absolutely rocks my socks, by the way. I've uploaded new LJ icons, and Mary's sent me some of her photoshop ones.
The hotness. *spazzes* Why doesn't Singapore have such hot guys with such hot voices?
:/
Anyway, I'm online, waiting for someone from trib to come online so I can bug them. I've even rearranged my listings - from TRIBUNE to CCA - so the ppl would appear top on the msn box. UGH. WE NEED THE ISSUE OUT BY TODAY. Ms. Chia's gonna KILL us if we still don't have it.
Tried reading terry brooks today. Sad. I didn't manage to get past the first two chapters. HELLO. Which IDIOT, after meeting this random STRANGER on the road, gets almost TROTTLED by this random ass, invites said ass to his house? Especially after said strangers spills out that he KNOWS this idiot has a brother, radiating all the tendencies of a serial stalker. I mean, I might do that if I were a depressed, suicidal lemming, or if I really hated my family, or if I were just slightly bonkers in the head, but from his POV, he's none of the above.
Then, after arriving home, his father, another dumb blockhead, is unhappy that he brought people home, but says 'oh okay, you bring a tall, dark stranger into the house and you don't know his name. Oh, by the way, tall dark stranger whose name we don't know, you want dinner?' Isn't a saner topic of conversation, say, WHO ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE AFTER ALMOST STRANGLING MY SON?!?!?
Then of course, they sit around the table making no small talk at all cause silence is comfortable and polite in a stranger-whom-you're-having-dinner-with's vicinity, especially since you still don't know the name of the stranger.
Then, after a long while, the wonderful brother of the first idiot whom the stranger knew through stalking, since terry brooks doesn't feel the need to tell us HOW the stranger knew, walks into the house. And is mesmerized by the stranger, since he has such strange eyes they make a legitimate reason for engaging in a staring match - 'a battle of wills' - between two people who've never met before, especially since one of them has just walked in to find the other in HIS house. Fate yes. (I think it's just the author wishing to find a way to demonstrate the brother [shea]'s strength of will whilst being too lazy to find a proper way.)
After which, the stranger finally deigns it upon himself to announce his name - Allanon - and nothing else at all, except that he's going to bed. In another house. WOW. And the rest are starstruck, since Terry Brooks believes that everyone knows about an allanon and will be as dazzled by the name as his characters apparently are.
Then, the next morning, they sit around a table and allanon goes into this looong looooong information dump about how shea's the sole survivor/heir of so and so, and the only one able to wield a sword to defeat someone. Cliched much? And brooks places it in such a boring conversation what makes me want to escape to my laws on defamation. I mean, those are boring shit, but at least they are vaguely interesting, if only because you need all your attention to wade through the jargon. But no, terry brooks has no better way to tell us about a long story as boring as the history of singapore than to make all three people sit down around a table and talk.
Like yeah. Let's imagine the scenario.
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Me: Walks home and whistles. (Oh, this is another weird part. This idiot's walked home dunno how many times before, suddenly feels that something is wrong and that someone's in the shadows, and decides, hell, I shall WHISTLE! Because, you know, even though it attracts robbers and murderers like nobody's business, I need my courage, cause it's more important than surviving the night.)
*Hence, instead of being cautious and looking around, I whistle loudly because it's apparently going to scare all the shadows away.*
Random shadow: Leaps out and pounces on lich.
Lich: *Defies all logic and doesn't scream. Instead, scrutinize the random-shadow-turned-random-stranger's face. Which is hidden so behind in a hood no one can see his eyes. Still defies all logic and doesn't scream.*
*random conversation ensues, in which lich asks for stranger's name and doesn't get an answer. And in which Lich loses all sense of self-preservation and doesn't run.* Stranger: You have a brother.
Lich: (No shit, I already have a sister. You think I want a brother to top it off?) Um yeah I do. *Even though the stranger is stating a fact and sounding like a serial stalker. We have already established the fact that lich in this story has no sense of self-preservation NOR any brains so I suppose it's minimally credible.*
Lich: *Tries to ask how he came by this information.*
Stranger: *Strangles Lich.* My patience is waning fast.
*stranger stops strangling lich but pushes her into a bush. Here, we also have to say that Lich is a guy and therefore not scared of being raped.*
*black shadow flies over lich and lich gets very, very scared.*
Lich: What is that?
Stranger: creatures of the underworld. They're big, bad scary things.
Lich: Oh okay. Wanna come to my house?
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O.o One would think someone with so little skills at self-preservation would have been long dead and mugged on the streets by now. I mean, you grow wiser as you grow older. I shudder to think of that guy as a kid. Must have been utterly exasperating, bringing all tall, dark strangers who trottle them into the house.
GAH. I'm frustrated. If we don't get the issue out, I can't extend my WEP. @(*%&$*&^)(*&#$ And I don't really wanna get murdered. kaereuhudfhzkjdfilsdrnivsvarniv uaa viuya v ul aiu nla iul diur kbjraguirasguica e dfu arajklhgajh
I'm really starting to hate festivals.
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Monday, June 12, 2006
BYEBYE MELMEL JIEJIE!
Haha. I set the phone alarm so I'll wake up in time to bid mel bye, which I did, then I fell asleep halfway through the conversation. -_-"
Note: I'll get to see a photo of 2-year old Mel some day. And then I'll paste it everywhere and show it to everyone. (Read: The incorrigible chrissie and brenda and monkey and fei and my wife and wenting and toad and zishan)
I WANT LES CHORISTES. Jean-Baptiste Meunier is so HOT when he sings. His voice is GORGEOUS. Of course, I currently don't have the VCD, which is sad sad SAD, and I'm listening to the pathetic substitution of a trailer until I get it. The sadness of my life.
Okay, Jean-baptiste meunier's voice is so hot if it was any hotter, I'll jump him. It's so angelic! OMG. The trailer makes me wanna cry. (And you can guess what happens when I actually get my hands on the vcd.) MUAHAHA.
Anyway, the review for Les Choristes is extremely amusing. It has this sarcastic wolfffe-type commentator, who speaks utterly true. All those who wants to hear it, just go to Windows Media Player, type in les choristes, and it's the second non-video one. 'If the children and their sad sack of a teacher weren't charmers, the plot could do without its framing device.' XP
Okay, for those who wanna hear more about LSL:
Went in the morning to meet mel at the mrt. In the process of closing the car door, I broke the window and it jammed. O.o My dad was devastated. I mean, I just wounded his second wife! Gasp! Horror!
ANYWAY, after we got there, whereupon my dad immediately got off to check on the window, me and mel went over to put out stuff on a trolley so I can push it to Pasir Ris Park and look like this delinquent running away from home. As you all know, the volunteers mass quit, so I went there with only ONE volunteer. Quite sad, really. But THIS volunteer is ching's junior. MUAHAHA.
ANYWAY, once there, sweating like mad, we set up the games booths, which was just eight cones, and we waited.
Then chrissie called. She was coming to pasir ris park, and she didn't know which entrance to enter. (Cause the park's quite confusing. fei and mel and me got lost the last time we tried.) There was this funny part where she was being a bododo, and I was having a decently reasonable laugh at her expense, then we settled down to wait for the children to arrive.
The children, as I've said, are utterly, utterly annoying. Nigel's guai though, but me and chris figures that's cause he has a crush on mel. SHHH: THE CHILDREN CALL HER MELMEL JIEJIE! SHHH! IT'S A SECRET! The yellow group is the only one that has any idea how to play DOUBLE WACKO, and everyone spent their time shouting at them.
Then it rained. Yayy. I love rain. Got thoroughly drenched. (And so did mel, cause she fell ill. Idiot. Didn't have the sense to stay out of the rain like fei.) Chrissie got bullied into picking up bottles for children, so SHE got drenched as well. MUAHAHA.
OMG. CHRISTABEL GOT NEW SPECS. PINK. IN BRENDA STYLE. When we get back to class, liw ei will go 'xiao dan zen me jin tian kan qi lai bu yi yang ah?' MUAHAHAHA.
ANYWAY, at this point Mrsch ew arrived, with her daughter Shermin, who is this guai, shy person. Anyway, we had sandwich making for lunch, which was quite oaky, but we ran outta bread. (Then alvin dumped his two slices into the dustbin -_-")
Then when the rain stopped, we returned to the center. And the volunteers rested in the volunteer room and exchanged stories, which was hilarious.
Then they had tea break, and puppet making, which was a test on all of our patience. One person from brenda's group was annoying her (and me), then she was, like, oh, him. He doesn't listen to me. Throw him into the dustbin.
BRENDA. You DON'T tempt me like that. I was, like, OMG YEAH. WE SHOULD.
Then there was the puppet show, where the stage I made was falling apart cause the curtains was made of crepe paper and they were the openable ones, so they tore on the strings. O.o And the strings got tangled. o.O ANYWAY, the storylines were...amusing.
There was the cinderella one:
There was a beautiful and elegant but sooty girl called cinderella. *goes along storyline, RGS style, which equals amusement.* Then cinderalla ran away from the prince, and he was heartbroken, so he cried. Children: BOOHOOHOO.
Yeah. I think we have a bunch of sadistic people.
Oh, and there was mel's, which is on her blog, and other storylines, most of which we couldn't hear until mel started reading them out, and mine, which went along the lines of:
Once, there was this magical doll, named Golden Lisa. (They wanted Lisa. I told them Mola Nisa *mona lisa, geddit geddit?*, but no one appreciated my genius.) Then there was this bad guy, who wanted to steal the golden Lisa. However, the salesgirl was good and she stopped the guy from stealing the golden Lisa. (Yes, I told it like that.) The bad guy was angry, so he wanted to kill the salesgirl. However, as the salesgirl was a kind and good girl, the magical tree came alive and stopped the bad guy from killing her. The tree kicked the bad guy away (Adriel acted this out very enthusiastically), and the salesgirl got a promotion, and they all lived happily ever after.
... Yeah. THen there was the science thing, where toad got everyone to chant 'I LOVE DENSITY' -____-"
Then we sorta blurred the rest of the day, but it was nearing dinner anyway.
Okay, I shall go now.
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Sunday, June 11, 2006
LOLX. Two weeks of WEP over. One(or maybe two) more week (s) to go. I think WEP's hilarious. It's where me and/or toad act retarded. That's what happens when two retarded people stay together for a long time. We've even begun talking together. About the most retarded stuff. And not like, normal stuff where you can guess what's going to be said next. And not more retarded follow-up conversations like toad and mel chong's:
Mel: Do you think... Toad: If you want to buy the bag, just buy it. Mel: ... Actually, I was asking do you think I should buy the chicken tako balls. OMG. At first I thought you actually read my mind. Lich: @.@
HAHA. Then one of the few incidents where me and toad were retarded together, cause normally it's just one of us being retarded then laughing at ourselves, like toad stepping off a taxi early or me falling off a chair.
*Toad and I at the junction opposite International Plaza waiting for green man* Toad: So, what are we eating? Lich: Starbucks? Get a frappe lah. Toad: Oh wait, it's International Plaza. Lich: Wow, you can read. *Points at sign* Toad: *ignores me* So that means there's Macs! (Of course, at that point neither of us knew that there was no such outlet.) Lich: OMG YEAH! Toad: Let's go! *At this point both of us step forward.*
So, naturally, there was the red man shining upon us, and little angelic cars zooming past, while we just about put one foot over the kurb.
Laladela.
Of course, there was also the time where toad wanted to get green tea. Then for some reason we were crippled with laughter, and no one managed to take more than one step without bursting into laughter. For some reason. I think there was no reason at all. Toad's retardedness is just contagious.
Of course, we get to witness funny moments, such as our boss, who is quite amusing, in the 'I amuse myself' way. And then there was the woman at the sub courts.
*Woman walks past metal detector* Metal Detector: Ring ring. Security Guard: Are you carrying anything metallic? Woman: Um...I think it's my bra.
It ended up being her belt buckle. How retarded.
So. Wep. It's quite fun actually, when we're actually doing stuff. But since we're even more new to law then newbies, we're technically, really secretaries. We write the letters, sort out affidavit verifying list of documents, and write and send orders of courts to the judge for approval, then give them to the court clerk to send to the defendant.
Then when we have nothing to do, we play bingo. -_-" Of course, recently we've gotten more on track, and we merely read books on defamation.
(Cause this is Singapore and knowing the law on this topic is of utmost importance. You-Know-Why and You-Know-Who, of course.)
And we compare notes. I swear the law books are just WRITTEN so no one can comprehend. Full of jargon. Once under a law [240.148], which is actually about Proceedings in Parliament, there is this whole paragraph, which is a sentence (4-5 lines long), which, without the jargon, means - no one is liable to the law for their actions if they don't break the law.
-_-" Er woooow.
Then of course, there was the falling off the chair incident, which was actually I was trying to imitate someone, then accidentally fell off the chair. O.o I really didn't know how it happened. I was sitting properly, then suddenly one end of my butt started sliding, so I tried to shift myself so I could, say, regain my balance, and ended up falling BACKWARDS instead and landing on my butt. And almost flashing toad, cause I was wearing a skirt. Yes, gasp. Me wearing a skirt. I don't like it either. You can't walk OR sit decently in one. And then she sat on her chair and I sat on the floor in the position I landed and we laughed non-stop.
Then the taxi incident. Me and toad were taking the taxi with boss so we could go to court, then the taxi paused for a while cause it was behind another car which had stopped, and toad thought we could get out and opened the door and stuck one foot out. -______-" Of course, both boss and me and the taxi driver thought her retarded.
Of course, there was that of me being a pig, and toad's melted plastic mottle, and all, but that's not really the point.
Then LSL. It was on tuesday, and I'm really glad it's over. Not really for the normal fridays, cause that's okay, but the camp itself. It was...quite a success. But it was NOT fun. The children were ANNOYING. I felt like SLAPPING them. Monkey yelled at them like shit. Everyone felt like slapping them. That was those idiots for you. Children who DON'T listen.
Then volunteers backed out at the last minute. Mass-backing out. Like, Caviar, who was sick and REALLY not staying back to do her physics PT. -___-"
Of course, there were funny parts. Such as mel being called *sniggers* melmel jiejie.
Yeah. But amongst all the volunteers, we had a fun time. Thanks all you volunteers, chrissie and monkey and toad and brenda and all of you, and THANK YOU mel and fei and ching for helping to do this camp, and making up for me when I'm being lousy and slack. I LOVE you guys. Muaks. Kisses. You guys rock my socks. As in, you rock so much I'm carsick.
Okay, I finally made a long post. Shall go off now. Ta!
P.S. Mary's school doesn't let her access my blog cause of FORBIDDEN CONTENT. HA!
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Saturday, June 03, 2006
I DON'T BELIEVE THIS.
I DON'T BELIEVE THIS. THIS IS RIDICULOUS. IT'S LUDICROUS. IT'S LAUGHABLE.
I'm really such a retard.
I missed Maths Olympiad AGAIN.
FOUR YEARS RUNNING.
I think I should be proud.
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Saturday, May 27, 2006
Holidays have started. Haha. It doesn't really feel like holidays. I feel particularly lazy, though. GAHH. Must finish the stupid maths thing then finish physics. But I don't even feel like blogging. Laziness setting in. Hmm.
*sarcastic look* Wow. That's great. After all the effort with strawberry and whipped cream.
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Haha. I finally downloaded the Rama Lama Ding Dong song. Am listening to it right now. OMG. Cat's voice rocks. Cat, if you serenade me, I'll do you a thousand sexual favours.
Pretty songs pretty songs~
Currently listening: Dream a little dream of me I hope you dance Emo Kid (okay, not very pretty, but damned funny. Go check out the lyrics) Rama Lama Ding Dong.
I want one voice. But I haven't found it yet. Damnit.
I'm doing feelo essay right now. So I'm quite easily side-tracked. Feelo requires a lot of...concentration. I'm not focus for a reason, you know. Currently I have a grand total of...374 words. Okay. That's a fair effort. But still. I can type crap at dunno how many pages in ten minutes and I spend an afternoon and a morning on feelo and I only have 374 words? Though century gothic is such a pretty pretty font. It's officially the much-loved-by-tribune font.
I'm doing what do you think is the best answer to the question: 'Where does morality come from?' Im' quite tempted to answer - me. I'm inspired. Grins.
I've got a clown girl his her nams is Hisoka Rama Lama Ding Dong.
Where does morality come from? Do I care? Morality is restricting. Why do we need to listen to what some contemptible nation declares morality? Hello, I have my own code, thankyouverymuch. I promise you I won't go around raping annoying people. I screw them instead. Is that immoral? What's the difference between amoral and immoral? So rape is immoral. Is mutual screwing between me and chink immoral? Amoral? Pleasurable?
Haha okay forget that last part.
I think I'm politically incorrect. Chrissie was blogging about the one man on an island thing, and she said she'll bring sanity along with her.
Forget sanity. I'll much rather bring along the person who sent me there. Who cares about sanity when you can have revenge? If I have to suffer, I'll make sure that bastard suffers along with me. And if I go insane, I'll be a happy insane person.
Okay. Barry Manilow's AOL broadcast is annoying and slow. That's it. I'm kidnapping cat as my personal singer. And I'll just get liqi along with her to amuse her. And christabel cause she amuses liqi. Hmm. And a bomb shelter as well, cause I predict casualties. (Namely: me)
Hokay I'm being random.
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Sunday, May 14, 2006
I'm finally back from malaysia. Haha. I love Malaysia. Okay, not really. The place is much less advanced as compared to singapore. But you should see the people! They're the sort that accept whatever comes to them (still not sure whether this is good or not) and remain cheerful all the time. It's really catching.
Anyway, on the first day, I was busy gorging myself on food.
Okay, fine, I went to a restaurant and ordered 3 set meals thinking they were individual dishes and the damned waiter didn't tell me. Jackass. But the food was nice.
Second day we went to Desaru. It was so funny, cause we were scaring this poor singaporean family. And people wonder where I got that evil streak from. Cause when we went to malaysia, my dad was driving his other car, which was this HUGE land-roverish black car except it's lorry size and damned grand. (cause it's kinda stupid to drive a small, loved-to-bits-and-it-shows-by-my-dad car to Malaysia and not expect to get robbed) So anyway, that was a malaysian car, and then it was going to Desaru too, so we were just following them. So imaging you're this small singaporean car and then there's this huge monstroisity of a malaysian car following you, cutting in front of other cars but just TAILING YOU NON STOP. It got to the point that they were so freaked they deliberately slowed down so we could overtake them. But my dad was chortling and going, 'we have a guide, so why should we cut them?'
Thankfully we swerved into a fruit farm halfway and they were so relieved. It was so hilarious.
Oh then I forgot the rest. So nvm. I cut my hair today. For, like the first time since last year. I think the barber was tense. I mean, it's not everyday you cut the hair of this person giving you the evil eye and promising death and destruction if you mess up her hair. He didn't look very reliable, actually. I was having reservations, and through the whole thing I was telling myself 'don't worry, you'll have plenty of time to screw him if he screws up later.'
Anyway, so my hair is shorter (only slightly lah), and the fringe that chenchen loves to tug on is gone.
Ha, you wish. It's still there and growing away, just shorter.
Haha. I missed my blog. Now that I've blogged I can go and do...something.
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Saturday, May 06, 2006
I'm actually mugging chem. OMG. I feel proud.
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Friday, May 05, 2006
Lalala. I haven't blogged in school for like, so long. I think brenda wants to use the comm, since Mrs. Chew's not here yet. But NYAHHH. Not letting her use. Seriously. I think she's using the com as a route of escape from the reality that she lusts after me. DENIAL IS NOT GOOD BRENDA.
Haha. Mel's beside me. I can, like,just poke her now. OKAY I WON'T. DON'T HIT ME MELMEL. I'm guai and innocent and not planning anything at all.
Hmm. We have CLE reflection journal to do. I haven't even GOT a journal. Hmm. Good bloggy you know you're my journal right? I know you love me and not that monkey who steals my accounts because she's a MONKEy and not a cute moss like me right?
Flowers and kisses for you. (If the flowers were from me, you'll treasure them forever, won't you?)
Oh god. I'm flirting with a blog. Not good. And since I'm at the teacher's seat, I'm exchanging flirtatious glances with random people from the class. Melmel is writing her CLE journal. We all know she's confessing her love for me. Don't worry, mel. It's not one sided.
Wenting's LAME. Cat came into the class and tofu went 'MRS CHEW YOU'RE HERE!'
-_-" THen cat gave her a funny look. But Cat has always been kinda funny looking. So there. *sticks out time*
Christabel is shrieking exasperatedly at monkey. Hmm. The lovebirds.
Shall not shout over and disturb their smooching session.
mel: you know, i think christabel is behaving kind of weird lately. she's given in to high pitched squealing when there isnt even a need to hitch up her voice you know.
Lichie again: But chrissie's always been kinda weird. Heehee. And the high pitched thing is just monkey's influence. Nothing to worry about. It'll go away in a while when you find her prancing around like a...monkey. It always changes to stuff like that. *nods knowledgeably*
mel: i happen to exert a negative sphere of influence to people around me -.-''' look at wenting zishan chink and monkey. now christable. o.O''' this is really bad, im turning all the sane people insane.
Lichie: Melmel turns people around her gay! *gasps* Call we're all falling for melmel so fast we're like dominos!
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Sunday, April 30, 2006
HUH. I was wondering what our men in white's fuss was about, when mommy finally enlightened me. After all, in the 84 places, 47 were contested, so our darling lee family only needs to win six places to win overall. But then again, they want a landslide victory, cause otherwise it'll be a lessening of power for them.
(Oi oi, my msn's being an ass again.)
But then again, what can the opposition's points against our men in white be? Lack of free speech? The GRCs?
As much as I want a gah'ment like aussie's, with free media and a general bashing of opposing parties (how fun!), if Sing's like that, we can be sure that our wonderful abang neighbour will trot over with their large numbers and toys and bombs. -_-" Weapons of mass destruction. (As you can see, I've been reading SS notes)
And much as our darling opposition loves sing and trusts us people so much, once the GRCs so much as take a leave, there'll be racial political parties trotting around waving religious banners. I mean, just LOOK at UMNO. Hence opposition: null!
Reminds me of this movie I watched, about this black guy being president. Started off with an american knowing that he won't win this election, but he believes he must find a way into the next one. So by virtue of some complex policies that I know nothing about, as long as he finds someone to contest and lose in the current elections, he can go for the next one. (Okay, i still don't understand this part.) Anyway, he chooses this random guy from a random neighbourhood just cause he appeared on television for saving an old mama. (Don't ask why. Such films are like that.)
Anyway, this guy went on elections, gave motivational speeches whose main points were that the current government wasn't fair, and that the people deserve better. Hence, with a slogan of 'it ain't fair!', and a prime minister who just so happens to be his brother who is an EX-CONVICT, he contested and he won the elections. And poo-poo to the white guy who hired him.
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Very inspirational. Also very eye-roll inducing. I mean, it's very good for morales and whatnot, but in a basic sense, it's rubbish. America may be a very lousy country with a lousy C grade university grad as president, but its people aren't STUPID. I mean, even if our men in white are pretentious, hypocritical jackasses whom I can't stand, the general consensus is that ALL politicians are pretentious, hypocritical jackasses whom I won't be able to stand and that our opposition is no different.
And besides, when people voted for bush instead of kerry, it's cause they didn't think Kerry's plans for the future were stable. So are they likely to vote for a whiner who has no other speech material other than 'it ain't fair'? And remind me again what the upcry with all the lees in political positions is about? Something about bias perhaps? So do you think people will vote for a sissy whiner who chooses his brother, conveniently a thief, as a prime minister?
A quick look at stats.
In the most recent government election in Sing that I can remember (which isn't very recent, and happens to be in our textbook, which REALLY isn't very recent, but I'm a lazy bum who can't be bothered to get the facts right), men in white won 43 seats out of the 57. (Or is it 47 out of 53? Nvm. Let's just let the stats swing even more to the opposition.) That's 75.43% for our men in white.
Say if someone like that guy in the movie appears, and tries to win people over with cries of 'it ain't fair'. Let's say that all the people for the opposition are clinically coo-coo in the head an vote for that whiner. That's 24.56% for the opposition.
However, our lee family will not let that happen, and rebukes that guy for being nothing more than a whiner. Hence, 25% of the people voting for the guy sees the light and swings to the white ppl. That's 18.42% for opposition.
Currently the ratio of the sing population is 78 chinese:14 malays:7 indians:1 other races. Let's say half of the malays voting for the lees are racially biased and vote for the opposition instead. That's another 5.71% for the opposition. Similarly, let's say half of the chinese are racially biased and refuse to vote for a Malay. That's 7.30% away from the opposition. Then also half of the indians are happy to see a minority contesting, so they vote for opposition. that's another 2.41%. So the opposition is left with 19.54% of the population.
From my RS survey, 30% of surveyees are publically against ex-convicts. (That's not counting the hypocrites we found, but I said this is supposed to be pro opposition.) Then 15% are VERY supportive of the re-integration of ex-convicts into society. So let's take 30% off the opposition, and add 15% from the lees side into the opposition. The opposition ends up wth 25.75% of the votes, lucky them.
Then, as happens in the movie, the guy is an idiot and goes and visits everyone except the AIDs patients. Let's say the lees are stupid enough to say that the guy is pro-aids. Then he explains the situation, and 5% of those voting for lee veer off in disgust at the abject stupidity of lees for doing such an annoying thing. That's 29.46% for the opposition.
See. The Lees still win hands down. And all the calculations are to the benefit of the opposition.
Okay, so I'm realllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllly bored and I don't want to revise chinese, and I got the stats off a convo with Lola. But then. It makes sense. I think I'll jaw drop if the opposition wins this time.
In fact, if they win, then the first thing they have to do is make away with all the ISA things banning free speech. Cause it's the main thing against our men in white.
In that case, the first thing our men in white will do is to launch many many many verbal attacks against them. Even without waiting for someone competent to take over the parliament again, the lees will be back on the seat.
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Okay, I'm going out to eat now. Yummy.
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Saturday, April 29, 2006
Looks like the elections have finally started affecting cck. I can now hear the damned idiots downstairs screaming through the loudhailer, though I can't make out the words. Joys of staying in a high place. No doubt that if I looked out, there'll be a sea of white. -__-" Hence, in lieu of the elections atmosphere, I've decided to show my loyalty too - I'm wearing my Hadley shirt. ^0^
Okay, back to more sensible stuff. I'm pissed with my RS mentor. I spent a WEEK, ALONE, doing a 20 page end product proposal, and she turns around and accuses me of plagiarizing it off the net cause it's DETAILED??!?!?! @(*$##*#(#&*#)~*@^$*(@!#)#& HELLO, just because YOU don't have the mental capabilities to churn out a pro report doesn't mean you can accusing us of lacking in professional integrity so you can salvage your oh so hurting ego! If you can't stand it that we can do a pro end product, then GO TO RI. (Okay, that's just me being a feminist.)
Omg, I'm so pissed at her. I'm so pissed that I'm fantasizing about bitch-slapping her for ten hours on end. I'm so pissed that I drool at the thought of bashing her head into a concrete wall with nails poking out. I'm so pissed that I'm entertaining the thought of locking her up together with the mole in a room and pouring vinegar and baking soda inside.
And for our report, she's saying that we're using flowery language to cover up the lack of points.
This after just a week ago she said our points were good and that we just needed to improve our grammar.
And since then we haven't even TOUCHED the report.
And after she told us she LOST our report.
And she missed TWO WEEKS worth of consultation periods cause she was so busy with her wonderful fashion show.
Hence: all her previous comments were bullshit cause she hasn't read our report yet so she made up CRAP on the spot cause we were pestering her for comments.
It's supposedly 4 days away from handing in our report, and she bloody LOST the thing, so she gives us an extension to week EIGHT where we have THREE summatives and she expects things to be fine?!?!?
*breathes in, breathes out*
Me and Sharm never even entertained the thought of putting flowery language into the report. A report isn't SUPPOSED to be made up of flowery language. And for heavens sake, when you have a ludicrous word limit of 8000 words, there isn't SPACE for flowery language, you piece of rotten pineapple!
If I wanted to add in jargon, the report will sound ridiculous with random phrases in foreign languages to substitute the english quid pro quo. Hello, Hal salllllll was one hell of an annoying mentor, but when he saw drafts of our report, he even thought that we were using too simplistic language!
If you only care about your fashion show, SAY SO. We'll go to that whatis-her-name person and request a change of mentor cause you're too busy. Stop WASTING OUR TIME.
Phew. That was nice. Okay, shall trot off to do chemmm.
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Thursday, April 27, 2006
Ouch. My head feels big. *touches head gingerly* Here's the best example that bio and theory should NOT be one after the other.
Today andrewchi a summarized a two hour lesson into an hour, in typical andrewchi a way. But then again, he's a good teacher, so however he does it, I actually learn something. So here's the summary of the lesson (In italics, so those who find it boring can skip. It's basically to refresh my memory.):
Evolution happens when there are many offspring with a variety of features, and there is a selection pressure on them, so the alleles that thrive in that environment survive, and the rest gradually die out. Evolution happens through sex and conception, and does not involve an individual specifically. It goes through many many generations, and there are micro evolutions (where organisms evolve but only a little, so they remain in the same species, and when they mate together they produce fertile offspring) and macro evolutions (where organisms evolve to produce distinctly different characteristics, until they are no longer the same species, and when they mate together, their offspring are not fertile).
Then there's taxonomy and what's its name again. *checks bio log* Oh. Phylogeny. I knew there was something i needed revising. So basically taxonomy is the classification of animals through their phenotypes, such as animals, then thingies with spines, then mammals, and so on. And it's in the order of Kingdom, Phylus, Class, Order, Family, Genus, Species. Kay Poh Class Of Fat GirlS. Oh yeah. I rock man. Then phylogeny is the classification of organisms through their evolution history, so those animals who have the same ancestor get grouped together. The animals are classified through morphology, embryo development, chromosomal characteristics, Molecular biology - nucleotide (DNA RNA) and amino acids sequence and fossil record. Okay fine. So I cheated and referred to bio log for this para. Ahwells. End of revision.
So what's been happening these few days. Let's recount. Hmmm.
English - argh. Screwed up the summative. Damnit damnit damnit damnit damnit. English's my good subject damnit! Argh. I still wish I know the school average though. It's sorta like rubbing salt into the wound, but I can't help wanting to know. Maybe competition is in my top ten strengths. Hmmm.
Chinese - SA coming. Freeeak. Don't like chinese. Can't wait for JC then I can get RID of the subject. Oh the joys.
Maths - oh yeah, the assessment. Actually, I think the ABC grouping thing was a bit the tactless. And for someone like ME to say it's tactless, it HAS to be so obvious that it whacks someone in the face with it. And it was definitely biased. I mean, if you want to base it on people's test scores, say so. Don't give some pretest and pretend it's fair. Cause I filled in a grand total of three blanks in the whole worksheet. And so did wenting. So by all rights if it went by the pretest, we should be in 1A. I mean, HELLO, i didn't even know what was a factor! (okay, so that was my fault). But in the group of four of me wenting chrissie brenda, it first started off as the three musketeers and the fly (wenting), to the three musketeers and the fly (me. heyyy!) to the four musketeers and gen's group. Such is life. Wenting tried to push chrissie down that sloping...slope at the door. Too bad she discovered early. It would have been...extremely hilarious.
Chem - do you still need a daily report? I hate the Mole. I still hate the Mole. I hate vinegar. I hate baking powder. I think you get the message.
Bio - Andrewchi a's a damned good teacher. OMG. I think I might actually like bio after a year in jiggly's class.
Physics - argh. The file. I don't want to file it, but thioc k was looking kinda pissed today, so shall go to school tomorrow and file.
SS - SA coming. I need to revise, but it takes a whole lot of willpower to look at that thick stack of notes. Shall revise on weekends. Really. At any rate, chewchew is funneh. His method of talking about singmal relationships is really hilarious. Do we rub it in their face? Of course we do! Just look at your national day songs.
There was a time, when PEOPLE said that singapore won't make it, But we DID.
OMG. I never realized how gloating the songs were until then.
Philo - ahwells. I like philo. feelo.
Er anything else? Update complete. Shall proceed to visit blogs again. I like, haven't visited for dunno how long already. Went to mary's yesterday, but mommy came and chased me off to bed before I could go anywhere else. Lolx.
Noodles! I mean, toodles!
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Wednesday, April 26, 2006
I did a good deed today. I'm sure that those present will, many many years down the road, remember this day fondly as the day the mole got her just deserts.
Yep. I splashed her. She screamed.
*smiles blissfully* I'll commit this to memory, I will. The day I splashed the mole with her own 'very good idea' Peetee. Oh revenge is SWEET.
But that doesn't cancel out the fact that I still don't like her. She had the gall to SAUNTER over to the track while we were sweating our arses off - I'm sure if you go look you'll see neat rows of buttprints there - in her maternity dress - though who would want to impregnate HER i dunno - and smiling away 5 minutes late, and STILL look sadistic.
Ugh. And at the end of it all, my neck was hurting like SHIT, and I felt like dying, and she just stood there (in the shade AGAIN), and said, 'are you okay? You look kind of tired.'
Er WOW. I mean, you make your pupils spend over hundred bucks on a peetee, sweat their heads off shaking some stupid thing, get so many pimples due to the close contact with whatever is produced, ALL FALL SICK THANKS TO THE PEETEE, and 'are you okay?' No shit sherlock, I'm fine. Grand. JUST FINE. I mean, aren't we all SOOO happy to do this USEFUL peetee that sooo teaches us the rates of reaction?
At any rate, I'm convinced all the ailments I'm facing now is due to the peetee. Let's see:
People are falling sick. I mean, 409's half sick. My nose is leaking like a tap. 406's half sick too. People from our class aren't feeling too well. HMMM.
My neck was okay UNTIL the stupid retest. Then it started throwing a tantrum. See. My body parts don't like chemee cars too.
AND THE MOST IMPORTANT ONE: MY PIMPLES. I had to walk around for one whole week looking like rudolph homo sapien-fied. IS THAT BAD OR IS THAT BAD. I mean, i understand if she wants us to have mole-like features on our face too, so she doesn't feel so bad, but hey. We gotta face the truth. If we have a mole, we do. If we don't, we don't. That's life.
But hey, someone up there must like me. A lot. Aa. I shall go relive that memory for the rest of the night. Oh sweet bliss.
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Sunday, April 23, 2006
Hmm. Inspired by the gorilla's december baby post.
SEPTEMBER: Sapphire
Suave and compromising. Hey, I agree with the suave part, but compromising? Are you sure you don't mean promising? Careful, cautious and organized. My foot, my foot, and my foot. Likes to point out people's mistakes. *blinks innocently* Likes to criticize. grins Stubborn. I am soo not stubborn. I'm not I'm not I'm not. Quiet but able to talk well. ... Er... Calm and cool. ERR... Kind and sympathetic. I think this list has a problem here... Concerned and detailed. Yeah right Loyal but not always honest. HEY! I'm HONEST okay... Does work well. I like this one Very confident. I like this one too Sensitive. ...I beg to differ... Thinking generous. riiight Good memory. ... Clever and knowledgeable. Yep. *grins* Loves to look for information. Depends. What information? Must control oneself when criticizing. Don't have self-control, baby. Able to motivate oneself. You mean like getting my butt off my bed so I can go see the Mole? Understanding. ......................... Fun to be around. DUH Secretive. Er wow. Shh. It's very secret. Loves sports, leisure and traveling. Only the last two. Hardly shows emotions. *poker face* *bursts out laughing* Tends to bottle up feelings. I think this results in a bottleneck situation. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Not really. Is a hot ang moh too much to ask for? Systematic.*pukes*
But then again, my official date of birth is august. Hmm.
AUGUST: Peridot
Loves to joke. yep Attractive. DUH Suave and caring. Hm. I'm perpetually suave it seems. Brave and fearless. Haahaa. Lichen the mossy hero. What part of EVIL OVERLORD do you not understand? Firm and has leadership qualities. Course. I'm an evil overlord. Knows how to console others. ... Too generous and egoistic. I'm generous. Me? Egoistic? Takes high pride of oneself. Well, it's hard not to... Thirsty for praises. And coke! Extraordinary spirit. ...I'm still trying to decide whether to focus on the extraordinary part, or the spirit part. Mel's the ghost, you know. Easily angered. *raises eyebrow* If I were easily angered, Mole would be a pile of rotting meat now. (though she already is) Angry when provoked. Depends. *pokes random people* Easily jealous. That's christabel's arena Observant. Uh-huh... Careful and cautious. ... Thinks quickly. *thinks for a long time* Independent thoughts. Anyone in Singapore without independent thoughts are puppets of the all-white puppeteer. Loves to lead and to be led. Oxymoron, anyone? Loves to dream. Of hot ang moh guys Talented in the arts, music and defense. Considering that still can't do that stupid hook kick... Sensitive but not petty. I think it's the other way, baby. Poor resistance against illnesses. You dare try? Learns to relax. Correction: such things do not need learning. Hasty and trusty. Hmmm. Romantic. HMMM. Loving and caring. HMMMMMMM. Loves to make friends . right.
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Saturday, April 22, 2006
Okayy, so after my comm screws on me for three days, it decides to right itself again. Hmm.
We still have to redo the chem. Hopefully The Mole allows us to redo the 10 meters one also, cause I really screwed up chink's portion. Sorry love.
1 Mol of KoH = 1 Mol of dissatisfaction + 34 Mols of annoyed pupils + 1 Mol of Lousy Teacher.
Hmm. Me and melmel came up with the One Mol of KoH thing during LSL yesterday. (amidst her drawing me pouring vinegar into my head.)
ARGH. I HATE CHEM.
*Trots off to help monkey and gorilla and chink with chem.*
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Sunday, April 16, 2006
We had our chem project - AGAIN - today. I swear, chem PT is the most time wasting and useless thing I've ever, EVER, done. And just guess who the chem H O D is. Yep, ten points! Our favourite MOLE!
Oh, but before that I went to mass with toad. It was incredibly fun. Toad, to her credit, didn't try ONCE to convert me, which made the whole thing much more enjoyable. On friday, I was surrounded by two people who were doing their best to convert me, and I was there fidgetting and sweating like a pig caught between a rock and a hard place. I mean, it DOES sound incredibly rude to go, sorry, but I'm not interested.
We bought a grand total of 19 more bottles of vinegar today, four more cans of baking powder, yet ANOTHER bottle of sportade, and ripped apart my box of pringles for cardboard. Yep, you guessed it, we remade our car. It seems like the lousy sportade bottle cap gets more and more stuck with each try, so we have to change regularly. I forsee a huge hole in my wallet. Humph. Stupid chem PT.
Damnit. I just tutored my sis in her english orals. I swear, that prat has an ego the size of the sun and the strength of, say, a flimsy piece of WET paper. She absolutely can't stand criticism, and nowadays I just find myself cutting her off and reeling off the answer so as to spare me the pain of trying to convince her her answer is wrong. I mean, if the damned thing says, X cannot walk past the same road more than once, you just don't go, oh, that doesn't count cause the person is walking in the wrong direction. That's RETARDED. Sheesh.
Gah. Gtg go RS presentation now, cause I can't make it tomorrow, so I'll hold out the script as a peace offering. BAHHH.
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Saturday, April 15, 2006
Announcement!
To those who come here: bring all the bottles of vinegar and baking soda you've used during your chem pt to class on Monday. We can use it as class deco.
I think the chem PT is too much. I mean, if they want us to test stupid things like how many meters and such, they should make the bottles small and stop at 5 meters. Groups like jiaying's spent up to $100 on the vinegar and baking soda itself. Hence, 409 is going to stuff it in the mole's face how much they spent. If you guys don't want it for class deco, we can give the bottles to 409. But keep all your receipts. Cause the school, if possible, MIGHT be refunding us after the many many 409 parents call debtan.
Another thing is, the Mole might be getting fired. (woohoo!) Cause 409 is starting a petition, and all we need is 30 signatures to get her boom-va-va-boom, baby! I don't think many of our class are signing, but the 409 is. That's over 30 in itself.
Apparently, since the Mole hates seeing the faces of those younger than her so much, the only reason she's taking sec 4s is cause she wants to go to prom. she even bought the dress already, and she was bragging to 409 that she'll 'outshine every girl there'. I was like, did she buy an extra sparkly dress or something?
I know, I'm whining a lot. And I should be doing work instead of whining cause whining is unproductive. But whining relieves stress, and I'm bitching about the Mole on the phone now, so:
WHINE WHINE WHINE WHINE WHINE
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Malaysia has stopped building the half bridge. As it should. I mean, if they want to continue saying that the causeway is ugly, think of a half bridge. How scenic is THAT? And since Malaysia is bowing to Singapore's will, let's listen to the diplomatic crap that our men in white - you know who - is spewing.
"We respect this decision of the Malaysian government. I'm sure our bilateral relations will continue to be very good. There are so many areas that we are cooperating."
Of course, now that Malaysia is listening to Singapore. Exactly ten days after you-know-who accused malaysia of being a hypocrite - "Members would recall that in 2003, Malaysia had applied to the International Tribunal for the Law of the Sea to stop Singapore from undertaking reclamation works within Singapore's sovereign territory. Malaysia's actions were guided by the principle that any major work in the Johor Straits, even if done within the sovereign territory of Singapore, could affect Malaysia. Similarly, we have reminded malaysia that any decision to demolist the causeway has to comply with the principles enunciated in teh ITLOS order and must also be fully consistent with the requirements of the international law."
In other words - you stopped us from reclaiming land, and so we shall stop you from building your bridge. If you want your bridge, then you have to let us reclaim land. You can't have both at the same time, you hypocrite.
"And I have a very good working relationship with Syed Hamid and I hope that between the two of us we can continue to promote good relations between the two countries."
Threading on each other's toes and then rubbing the salt into the wound with insincere apologies and thanks and 'we respect this decision of the Malaysian Government', of course, in other words, gloating.
Maybe one day I should go work in the ministry of foreign affairs. How fun. -__-"
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Thursday, April 13, 2006
I am deliriously happy today. We finally showcased out Lit PT, and I've never been so happy with a PT before. THANK YOU, monkey and fei and brenda, for doing all the effects of the video, and chrissie and chinkie for doing the voiceover with me and happy chopping the video. x)
Watched finished Hotel Rwanda today. The later parts are, really, not that bad considering that the first few parts nearly made me cry. Of course, that was weeks and weeks ago, so BLAH BLAH BLAH. Anyway, the traumatizing incidents were in the first part anyway, so the only time I felt like crying was when I realized I had no popcorn to go along with the movie. We happily ponned recess to finish the damned film, and I'm glad I've finally watched the movie.
WEST SIDE STORY WEST SIDE STORY. I WANNA WATCH WEST SIDE STORY.
*twacks Melmel and Monkey for gloating in front of me.* *Readies monkey cage and priest fo exorcise the poltergeist.*
MUAHAHAHA. OMG. Monkey's witch laugh was so damned cool lah. but then again, it's monkey, so go figure.
Good Friday tomorrow. I'm going to be attending a church later in the evening. Coolio. It'll be the first time I'm attending a church since dunno when. Ahwells. Always a first time for everything. (Even though it isn't really the first time.)
I think believing in a religion is so damned cool. I mean, it doesn't take any reason (and most of the time there isn't any), and it reassures you all the time cause you know there's a higher being protecting you.
LALALA.
Chem PT tomorrow also. MUAHAHA. I hope christabel splashes the vinegar and baking soda in her face again no accidents happen.
*grins evilly*
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Wednesday, April 12, 2006
There are cowardly cretins, and then there are cowardly cretins. Received my first issue of Times today. (So it turned out I didn't misplace the order.)
Flip open to page 30, and you have Why Iraq Was a Mistake.
First I thought it was one of those reflections that journalists like to have after incidents. Like, How the Tsunami Could Have Been Prevented, or whatsover, totally useless except to rile up the public. After all, if foresight was 20/20, why do we have wars and all that shit anyway? Hitler would probably remember not to attack an ally. -__-"
Read the whatever-you-call-that-line-under-the-title: 'A U.S. military insider sounds off agains the war and the "zealots" who pushed it.
So. It's this miserable chicken who fled when war came, and now saw his chance to publicize his appreciation for life.
In 1971, the rock group THE WHO released the antiwar annthem Won't Get Fooled Gain. To most in my generation, the song conveyed a sense of betrayal by the nation's leaders, who had led the US into a costly and unnecesesary war in Vietnam. To those of use who were truly counterculture-who became career members of the military during those rough times-the song conveyed a very different message. BLAH BLAH BLAH Never again,, we thought, would our military's senior leaders remain silent as American troops were marched off to an ill-considered engagement. It's 35 years later, and the judgement is in: the Who had it wrong. We have been fooled again.
Correction: military leaders like you were either zealots who happily went to murder little children, or cowards who fled. No one was fooled. I believe there were enough news about the, say, OIL in iraq in dunno how many countries to show everyone the truth. Fooled? Are you sure it isn't cause you were, say, too SCARED to speak up?
"Inside the military family, I made no secret of my view that the zealots' rationale for war made no sense. BLAH BLAH BLAH. I retired from the military four months before the invasion, in part because of my opposition to those who had used 9/11's tragedy to hijack America's security policy."
Well, obviously your view wasn't open enough, cause instead of standing there to argue your point to the end, you FLED to the comfort of your pretty little house cause you didn't dare to speak up. What happened to the marching parades with signboards that protested against the invasion? Why didn't you participate in THAT? Your retirement wasn't a show of opposition. It's I-don't-like-what-you're-doing-so-I'M-WASHING-MY-HANDS-OFF-THIS-BUSINESS-SO-GO-AND-MURDER-THE-CHILDREN-IT'S-NOT-MY-FAULT-CAUSE-I'VE-RETIRED.
Until now, I have resisted speaking out in public. I've been silent long enough.
Because, obviously, now that the matter has blown over and there's little chance of you being prosecuted for speaking out, or now that the shrub is so busy hiding his face and trying to repair the damage he did that he'll welcome people like you who apparently show that not all Americans are bad that you're in no danger, you're happy enough to finally stand out, and portray yourself as a hero instead of the uncaring-for-native-americans you'll have undoubtedly been labelled by shrub back then.
I shall go off to sleep. For those who haven't read it, go read it. He goes on to speak of the 'cost of flawed leadership' - apparently cause the lieutenant general himself fled retired at this critical time.
On another hand, our men in white should learn from this chicken. He may spew off a load of crap, but at least it sounds plausible. It's much better than 'but the causeway holds so many fond memories and I'll really miss it.'
Stupid glory-seeking jackasses who think that they can gain good opinion by waiting until everything blows over then saying some perfuctory 'oh, we have been prejudiced...'
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Monday, April 10, 2006
I'm feeling very light-hearted today. This matter has been weighing on me for quite some time now, and everytime I have that lesson it just becomes more unbearable.
It's not for me to not be able to stand insecure people. Everyone is insecure sometime or other. If I had perfect confidence in myself, I'll quit rg now and go enroll in Harvard. However, I canNOT stand those who attempt to put others down so as to give herself an ego boost.
Though i really cannot understand what she was saying. Does doing half a worksheet entitle me to being low? Hmm.
Well, at any rate, she failed. Today I gave her my best qianbian face (tm), and the only way I could have cared less about her was if I had started clipping my nails on the spot.
Yeah, so it was super rude and disrespectful and whatnot. But hey, if you want to 'teach' by saying 'oh, you don't know ar, go find out yourselves lorh', I'm sorry, i can't respect you. Granted, I've done nothing to deserve your respect either, but I'm not getting paid to study under you here. If I were, you can expect my to finish my work every time and not yawn when you open your mouth. $10 bucks per hour and it'll do the trick.
Point is, if you don't want to teach properly, then I have every right to not study properly. In fact, I have more right than you cause I'm not the one getting paid to teach here. I don't do the same to other teachers. Yeah, I forget to bring my worksheets once in a while (though it's better this year, cause everything is under my table), and I don't hand in work for chinese. But I assure you, I pay sufficient attention in class to keep teachers happy. (Or perhaps cause they teach, so I listen.)
Sorry everyone for disrupting the class. I won't do that again. But for now:
That felt so damned good.
Nolite et bastardes carborundum
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Sunday, April 09, 2006
MUAHAHA. Ate fish with my left hand. I so rock. MUAHAHAHA.
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Firstly,
SS IS DONE. OFFICIALLY. I'M NEVER TOUCHING THIS THING EVEN IF YOU PAID ME. EVER AGAIN. (Okay, fine, it depends on how much you pay me.)
Since that piece of double ass is done, I can now concentrate on other stuff. Namely, LSL, RS, Chem, and Lit. Sorry for being so irresponsible busy the past few months weeks. I'll start on LSL then go to RS.
But for now, let's talk about chem.
Went to school to do chemcar on sat. Our car looks quite pretty, even if its just tape and water bottles and cardboard and wheels. (Which wonderful liqi provided. <3)
But the wheels. -__-" We had...QUITE a lot of fun with the wheels. First, liqi fixed them on the metal stick thing, then tried to make them turn, then the wheels fell out. O.o It turned out that she didn't stick them in properly. *giggles*
Then, since the wheels were affixed to the damned sticks, they had to turn with the sticks. And no one could figure out how until chrissie came and suggested straws.
Sighs. I suppose that gorilla has some brains once in a while. (Though her HUSBAND, on the other hand, could not figure out how until the thing was done. I think monkey is blur. Heehee.)
THEN, after we built the chemcar (the building process I shall not describe cause it's embarrassing - for me, duh), we tried it out. The first time the damned thing didn't move. But the second time - booyah, I rock. 4 meters.
Then after more tries and parabolas - damned thing - we ran out of vinegar and baking soda, so monkey and mushroom went to buy them. Me and chrissie tried to modify the car to get rid of the parabola - which didn't work, by the way - and when we ran out of testing baking soda and vinegar, we made a card for monkey from the remaining cardboard, in which it writes lao gong,
I *heart overlap heart* _ _ l i _ _ a. Cause gorilla didn't want to write 'you' and I wanted to see melmel's expression when she hears of this. Grins.
Of course, it's not my fault. Nope. Not at all. Melmel, if you wanna hit someone, hit chrissie. *giggles*
Of course, Monkey was...er...heartbroken when she saw it. Which inevitably resulted in her trying to flirt with christabel. -___-"
ANYWAY, then I had to go off - sowee! *giggles* - and after that the chem car didn't budge a single inch.
I suppose it would be a nice time for chrisie and monkey and mushroom to sing 'since you've been gone'.
But christabel so loser lah. *sticks out tongue* Since where do people splash themselves in the face with vinegar when shaking the bottle? Tsk tsk.
What would you do without me, I wonder.
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Wednesday, April 05, 2006
OMGOMGOMG. I'm done with ss pt!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OMGOMGOMG. I LOVE YOU GOD. I LOVE YOU. MY WORLD ROCKS. YAYYYYYY.
So if I don't get my reply from bch ew tomorrow, I'll start on RS.
OMG. YAYYY. I feel so happy now.
*dances*
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Tuesday, April 04, 2006
SS pt malaysian shit thingie sucks. I need more information on Singapore.
Hate SS.
Need to do chem.
And lit.
And RS.
ARGH. I CAN'T DO THIS.
Not today, at least. God, I'm going to sleep.
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Saturday, April 01, 2006
Dotz. I just started on SS, and I have absolutely no idea how to continue after a grand total of 200 words into the intro. I haven't even talked about multiculturalism and I'm already stuck. I'm gonna die DIE DIE for SS. As I didn't even intend to start, except the Melmel scared me yesterday, so I decided, to hell with it, better get it over with. Damnit.
Did some cute quizzes, but after posting the results on LJ, decided that I was too lazy to post it here as well. Ahwells.
Damnit. Shall go do SS. (Riight. I'll probably not write anything decent this afternoon.)
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Thursday, March 23, 2006
Learning journey sucks. Majorly. I mean, first there was this science center trip, of which the only fun part was watching the movie in the theatre. Though catty and I felt airsick after that. -_-"
Then, this morning, me and that idiot by the nickname of toad met at 8 at my bus stop, and went straight to fort centre. We reached there by the wonderful time of 8.30. Then, monkey called, and the first thing I heard was:
"Lichen, you toot, where are you, you're late."
Monkey is so sweet and kind. -__-" ANYWAY, since Miss 'starving and I only drank a packet of tea for breakfast and the place is so near anyway we'll make it back in time' insisted, we went to macs for breakfast. Where I, the 'already ate a whole cake for breakfast with milk and sandwiches and roti prata' ate another macs meal. Then, we went to fort centre, said 'phew, we're not late', and saw the rest of the class at the top of the staircase.
-_______________-"
How many times the world is determined to screw me over I dunno.
ANYWAY, me and toad RUSHED up, and saw thioc k there at the top. I was like, I'm so dead I'msodeadimsodead, and tried to rush off, then realized that thioc k was trying to pass me and toady worksheets. I was so malu-ed.
Then I realized that my shirt was untucked and my hair was messy and I was still listening to my mp3.
WTF. Imma so screwed.
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Saturday, March 18, 2006
OMG. Type 'scots on the rocks' on google the first result is the funniest parody of Macbeth I've seen in a long time. I mean, if someone actually wanted to use Macbeth in a comedic convention, they should just copy everything from here.
Read this exerpt (which I happily stole, it's after lady Macbeth says 'unsex me here'):
WITCHES (singing) We'll unsex you here! Do not show any doubt or fear! Just growl and sneer, Scratch your crotch, And swig a beer! And we'll unsex you here!
And this (after she says about dashing the baby's brains):
MACBETH You should bring forth men children only. Men children with really, really strong skulls.
Then the screw your courage to the sticking place part, the witches enter again:
WITCHES (singing) Screw your courage, That's what to do! Screw your courage, And you'll get through! Screw your courage, 'Cause that's the thing! You've got to screw your courage To kill the King!
Screw your courage! Screw your courage!
Screw your courage, That's your plan! Screw your courage And be a man! Screw your courage To win the race! You've got to screw it to the sticking place!
Screw your courage! Screw your courage!
When Macbeth's talking to Banquo before murder of Duncan:
MACBETH No, that was just a lucky guess. I haven't given a thought to their saying I'd be King. Not a thought. It never crossed my mind. Not once. Well, I think I'll be going to bed, where I won't think at all about being King.
After the murder of Duncan:
MACBETH I have done the deed. I thought I heard a voice telling me that I would sleep no more, that I had murdered sleep. I'm a bad Thane.
LADY MACBETH No, you are a worthy Thane. You did something right for once! Wait a minute, why did you bring those bloody daggers with you? You were supposed to leave them with the grooms! Go back and do it now.
MACBETH I can't go back there. There's blood everywhere. There's blood on the King's sheets, and his shirt, and that little skirt he wears...
LADY MACBETH His kilt.
MACBETH I know he's kilt! I'm the guy that kilt him!
When Lennox and Ross are discussing the situations:
LENNOX I say things have been strangely borne. First Duncan was killed, and now our new King blames Duncan's sons, for they fled. Next, Banquo was killed. I suppose our King will blame Banquo's son Fleance, for Fleance fled. Have you heard any news of Macduff. He was not at the feast where the King acted so strangely.
In the third verse of the witches' chant:
Add a splash of herbal tea, Dandruff from a chimpanzee, Next mix in some rancid fat, Furball from my kitty cat! Nostrils of an aged bear, King Lear's dirty underwear! Whatever this is, I forgot! Throw it all inside the pot!
When the apparition of the eight kings enter:
BANQUO'S GHOST These are all my descendants. Come, children, what have you got to say to the fat man?
FIRST KING Macduff's going to kick your butt!
SECOND KING Macduff's going to kick your butt!
THIRD KING Macduff's going to kick your butt!
FOURTH KING Macduff's going to kick your butt!
FIFTH KING Macduff's going to kick your butt!
SIXTH KING Macduff's going to kick your butt!
SEVENTH KING Macduff's going to kick your butt!
EIGHTH KING Macduff's going to kick your butt!
Ross with the news of Macduff's children and wife's death:
ROSS Well . . .
MACDUFF That is good to hear.
ROSS You didn't let me finish. I was going to say, "Well, they're dead."
OMG. Go read it. I swear you'll laugh until you die.
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We had trib today. Which accounts for why my butt hurts like nobody's business. Ouch. It feels bruised. Cause you see, me and brenda (and the rest of the cca, but me and brenda were together) were biking, and we did so for, like, an hour, so after that my butt feels all bruised.
ANYWAY. Arrived at Pasir Ris mrt at 8.15. (I'm early!) Met Guojun there. Then the ppl came flowing in. (I was second earliest, so guai right?) It's supposed to be top secret, but anyway the waiting time for everyone was a astounding hour long. Coolios.
Then we walked, and walked, passed by a bike rental shop, decided to go to the one further in, reached there hot and sweaty, and realized that it had closed down. -___-
So we played games first, which was a treasure hunt (Sec ones), blow wind blow (sec 2s) and PSYCHOLOGIST. OMG. PSYCHOLOGIST WAS SO FUN. Though I suspect it was only fun for the sec 4s. Cause the sec 1-3s were so reserved and refused to ask scandalous questions and even when asked, they refused to give scandalous answers. I mean, I got tabbed with dreaming about two hot ang mog guys having gay sex all the time, and that I love kinky stuff and all that shit. So malu. But I really mortified Liju. I mean, they were like, what base and all that, then I was like, 'oh, I dunno, so many guys and everything, so hard to remember, but I'm a virgin though!' then poor liju said PSYCHOLOGIST, and then we were, like, Liju, you aren't a virgin?
*giggles*
Then then then we had the sec 3s' games, which was so complicated I shall not describe it cause my butt hurts. Then we went and rode bikes. x)
Er yeah. It was fun lah. Just that I'm super beat and so, NO, I do not feel happy enough to make it sound cheery now.
Toodles!
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Friday, March 17, 2006
OMG. I changed my blog layout for the first time since...when? This thingie is so...cute. As in, So Very Extremely Cute. Even if it's slightly inclined towards violence and death and all that, it's still extremely cute. I mean, where else do you have violent blobs going around saying 'I think I hate you'? Ahwells, that page where I got it from does and all that, but that's not the point.
I think it's so me. *giggles gayly*
ANYWAY. I can't wait for the lit filming. I mean, it's so meaningless, actually. The one project I'm O.o about and it's not even graded. There should be a law against such things. OMG. I want to film iwannafilmiwannafilm.
I've decided something. I generally prefer stories with an unhappy ending. I mean, you sob and cry and sniffle (and if this was msn I'll use that cute hamster teary smiley) and everything, but then at least you think it's a good story. I mean, you have this oh-they're-so-going-to-get-together fic then they don't, and they whine and angst about it and all, but then I'm happy. (What can I say, I'm sadistic.)
I think it's a matter of taste. When, especially in a romance novel, the idiots get together, they angst about it at first and then they get straight down to the hot, gratuitous sex. I mean, no matter how passionate and sizzling the sex is, some people just DON'T WANT TO READ ABOUT IT and it renders the whole fic rather tasteless.
Sad endings, on the other hand, are touching and sad and they're more or less tastefully done, if not because of the fact that they're sad. Have you realized that most sad books leave you going 'sigh, this is a good book' (well, unless the content is really, REALLY crap). At least I have. Methinks it's cause the not-happy books explore more of characterization, and I LIKE books which explore characterization. Ergo I like Macbeth and The Handmaid's Tale. Even if they both are super boring to read for the first time. Even if the characters engage in hot, gratuitous sex, you are happy to think that at the end, all the hot gratuitous sex end up just being gratuitous sex. *grins*
Okay, that was so random. Am flipping through a chinese romance novel now. It appears that the standard number of pages they use to describe sex is 1 and a half.
Now you know how to avoid it. Though they stop at foreplay (or the ripping off of clothes). Just very long winded. And graphic. *winces*
My wonderful sister is watching barbie now. I mean, things like that have no reason at all. No idiot with two brain cells left to rub together would bring a WHITE, BABY, POLAR BEAR together with it on a quest to defeat the dark lord. -__-" Not to mention that the place pink bimbo lives in doesn't even have polar bears around. And while the evil lord rides on a cool, large griffin, pink airhead rides on a - you guessed it - PINK UNICORN. Who happens to be another pink bimbo enchanted by another dark lord into a pink unicorn. yeah. A bit the wtf right. THEN, they fly away to another enchanted castle to do dunno-what. Oh yeah. For a change of clothes, so the idiot can show off her wonderful fashion sense. And out comes, guess who? More little pink airheads in training.
I think I just lost half my brain cells. Oh god. Oh god.
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Thursday, March 16, 2006
Hehehe. Melmel is back. *trots off to brush up on rusty pick-up lines*
Anyway, the last time I tried a pick up line on her, it went somewhat like this:
Moi: Mel, do you sleep on your stomach? Melmel: Er yar. Moi: Oh cool. Can I? Melmel: -__-" (and dani smiley)
Lolx. I think I only dare to try all these on msn, where she's miles away and cannot hit me. (Later I come to school with a black eye and missing teeth)
OMG. That entire passage was so...gay.
Start of new term and we'll be having a new english teacher... I mean, I didn't mind it that much before, but on the day of our comprehension, when you-know-who walked in, I was like, jaw-drop-oh-my-god-bloody-fuck-what-is-she-doing-here-I-am-traumatized-my-poor-virgin-eyes-this-is-a-bad-omen-I'm-so-going-to-fail-my-compre-what-the-hell-is-she-doing-here-where-is-owow-whyyy-owow-is-a-good-teacher-come-back-please.
Okay. That was long. Yeahhh. So, in any case, if we get seow again (no offense to andrea) you can understand that I take the next plane to california to become a waitress okay.
I'm pissed with Terry Pratchett. You know monstrous regiment? The troll there, a female-troll disguised as a male-troll (not that there's much difference, anyway), whose name is CARBORUNDUM (handmaid's tale much?) says the main difference between a female troll and a male troll (there are differences?) is that female trolls cannot grow lichen on their backs. O.o
...
Not amused.
I'm supposed to start on my SS. Er...I'm getting the stuff from monkey on monday. ^^ Er...That's not an excuse for my procrastination. And I'm not procrastinating anyway. *glares*
I'm forever indebted to chrissie. The wonderful school ran out of videocams, and we were fretting, and guess what she did? She went to BUY one. OMG. (Okay, and brenda and liqi went to borrow cams from their RS group mates, and chrissie's rs group mate has a videocam also, but that's not the point yeah?)
My english is going down the drain, as you can see. Which is weird, considering that I spent the last 4 days typing 8 thousand ++ words of fanfiction.
Huh yeah. My fanfic craze is back again. Ahwells. Whims.
*sniffles* Melmel cursed me to get bitten by a bristleworm. Even though I dunno what the hell that is.
Oh cool. That means toady is back too.
Oh yeah, I haven't finished talking about swim carn yet. Did I mention that me, wenting, monkey, feifei, christabel and cat went for lunch together? I don't think I did. Anyway, you can guess what a disaster THAT was. I never knew chicken and ducks had so many connotations.
I think we traumatized the general public. Thank god there weren't too many small children there. *haha, polluting innocent minds*
ANYWAY. Where did I leave off? At being traumatized by the purple person (alliteration!), I think. Yeah. Kim tho notified us, and them the whole group screamed out our horror.
(Chris ran off to get a good look at her transexual counterpart, who did gell his hair. WOW.)
And then after sweating in the sun like a pig for over 3 hours, we went home. (and btw, thioc k looks disproportionate. qx)
And yeah. The hols have been fun. Went for viva round on tuesday and met monkey and chrissie there. Okay, so I MIGHT have been trying to bribe mrsche w...
Chewchew: Lichen, it's your turn. Moi: Mrs. Che w, you look very nice today. XD
Monkey and chrissie were, like, -___-"
Thenthenthen we went for brunchfast. At burger king. Where me and chrissie pigged out and monkey starved. *glares at monkey*
On wed i went to do RS. Except all we did was work delegation. Cool huh. Then we went for lunch and after that watched Bride and Prejudice. OMG. DARCY IS SO HOT. HE IS HOT. HOT. SIZZLING.
*Cups hands under chin to contain drool*
HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT.
Okay. End of bimbotical-ness. *such a word?*
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Friday, March 10, 2006
Okayyy... wtf? Blogger told me, the last time I logged on, that my account was locked cause it was a spam blog. I was like, O.o? Yeah... now the blog isn't doing anything too annoying, so I hope it's okay...
Anyway, we had swim carn today. It was the funnest swim carn I've gone to in my four years. (also, it was the swim carn in which I paid no attention to what's going on at all, except on one section which I'll elaborate later.)
ANYWAY. Let's start at 6.10 in the morning. I walked out of house, went down the lift, thought, 'why am I so happy?' and realized I didn't bring my bag. -__-" So I went back to take it, and went down again. Then, at 6.20, I realized i didn't bring my handphone, so I had to go back again. (Cause you know how important phones are.) THEN, when I finally managed to get to school, I realized I wore the wrong clothes. WOW. Really. WOW. It's about as fantastic as limso kim calling wenting ting wen.
In ting wen's eyes, at least. *giggles*
ANYWAY, i crawled all the way to the forth floor, wanted to plant my ass on my seat and REST, then liqi went, 'don't you have investiture to go to?'
Yeah, that was a piece of...flower. I really shouldn't sleep so late.
So i rushed down. And realized I didn't know where to go. Then I finally found the KSCHE E and went in, and got briefed, etc etc.
Then, when we were ready to go, I was being guai, pinning up my hair for the first time in N years, then some woman stopped me (can't remember her face) and told me my belt was too low.
I was, like, wtf? My belt was HIGH okay. I mean, i was in such a hurry i didn't even have time to make sure I looked okay, so obviously I looked toot. What with pinned up hair and my already high belt and all. Just cause it was loose and not at the belt hole doesn't mean it's low.
I have a long torso what.
ANYWAY, after I made sure I looked super toot, I ran out to join the queue. And that was that.
We had social studs, which was quite fun, and than we had...bio. Which was damned fun. After we went through the sex-related diseases, which was more fun than I would ever have imagined, but then we have andr ewchia anyway, which makes lessons more fun than jigglypuff's will ever be by default, we spent the rest of the lesson watching those types of advertisements, which are damned funny. Like the honda one where a choir was using their voice box to make all the noises of the honda car. That was damned cool, man. THen there was the bushblaire mouthover thing, which was bush and blaire's speeches muted and their mouth movements observed and scenes cut so as to make it look as though they were singing endless love as a duet about each other.
Bush/blaire? that's just...sick.
Those are damned cool anyway.
After that we had assembly, which was spent in the classroom doing nonsense, and RS, which was spent in the classroom doing even more nonsense. (Braiding hair and playing psychologist respectively.) I won psychologist, though, but that was mostly because someone told me the game yesterday and I forgot until chrissie-poo walked into the room.
but it was fun anyway. Then we went for lunch, which was another saga altogether. people were squeezing to get onto the bus as though their lives depended on it. It's these people that give RGS a bad name. Then we are at KFC, and chatted about nonsense, and then i went to meet my mummy to sign up for theory at trinity.
Note: Trinity exam papers are pretty. Much prettier than ABRSM papers.
Then i went to swim carn, where me and chrissie wandered around until we were chased back by teachers (hello, we seriously thought the food store was open kayyy.), where we listened to mp3 and sang songs until we realized that chri sow was swimming. Then there was mass screaming, cause the thought was seriously traumatizing, and we went to see.
OMG. I'm forever scarred. I saw liw ei in his swim pants. BRIGHT PURPLE. Is that a declaration of what?
(And why don't we have hot male teachers? All we have is one hot-shuai female-male teacher, who doesn't count, cause she's FEMALE. FEMALE. WHYYY.)Okay, talk later. Gtg for karate. x)
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Saturday, March 04, 2006
This is a cause for celebration.
No, not founder's day. THAT's a cause for moans and groans, and not of the good kind.
WE HANDED IN OUR MATHS PT. There are colors in my life again. I can feel and sleep again. I feel hope welling up within me.
Yada yada yada.
ANYWAY. Monkey, Gorilla, you guys are the best. I think I'll have died without you guys there. You're the best son-in-law and daughter a father could ever have. Okay, chris, I'll let you have monkey for a week before making my advances again. x)
So, thank you gorilla, for being the best group leader ever, translating all my english into comprehensible stuff, doing the comparison tables, writing the instructions, , chasing monkey to sleep, even though she never listens...
Monkey. Thank you for staying up so late all these nights in a row to finish the project, doing the rules of the game, formatting the whole report, completing all the things we never finished, the brochure, helping to edit the report. You're da best. We should make a statue worshipping you.
Thank you fel, for doing the skeleton of the brochure and the betting layout, and for your emotional support.
Nicole returned to school. She's looking much better than I expected, actually, and she seems really happy. Which is good. I was kinda hoping she'll return to 408, though, but 310 is quite obviously the more suitable choice.
Our class has bad karma, methinks. People keep leaving. And the people I want to leave don't. Ahwells. Good luck, nicole! We're always there for you! Once an ex 3-8er, always an ex-3-8er. We'll be the ex-3-8ers together!
Oh yeah, and philo. I got off with a sentence of 15 years instead of life imprisonment. (Because we hid the fact that I had OCD from monkey and melmel.) MUAHAHHAA. Apparently I'm the most convincing Sarah Johnson ever.
*cue evil laughter*
But the OCD was so ironic. Fussy about tidiness? Me? ME????????
Ahwells. And founder's day is today. The perf was...I think they were trying to make a musical. The indiv performances were okay lah. But I think those that cannot hit high notes shouldn't sing. And the gym people... the two shorties saved the day. Another kept dropping the stuff. -_-"
And then and then and then the CHOIR GIRLS CAME. Cat, suet and their group of 4. And when suet opened her mouth and birds began to sing and I had the distinct thought of 'and we were listening to THOSE voices earlier'. Not to be mean, but I think the high notes were far too forced.
And then cat sang her solo parts and angels wept and I got reminded why I'm having an affair with her. grins. She was invited to my bed just now. x)
Haiz. I shall go now. lalalaz.
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Monday, February 20, 2006
Today has been wonderful. Just effing wonderful. I dunno how I managed to be so cheerful the whole day, when I just feel like dying and going somewhere quiet so I can scream.
Geezus, I'm depressed. Fret not, I'm not going to take a blade and put it to my wrist anytime soon. Thank god that, for a depressed person, I'm a depressed person who hates pain. Huh.
And tomorrow won't be better, it's history repeating on and on. I'm repeating Simple Plan lyrics. That must say something.
I think I'm just saying I'm depressed cause I like the sight of my fingers typing 'I'm depressed' or something. Gods. Tomorrow there's RS and Tribune. Can I just die and not go to school tomorrow? I seriously don't feel like facing anything more than lessons in school. At least during lessons it's possible to slack and doodle in a notebook. Or on a waterbottle.
The world is beautiful today.
Yesterday, the clouds were dark and the thunder flashing and he did something awful and left her alone in the rain where she was found drenched to the bone and face wet with tears.
But today she is going to set things right, and the world is beautiful.
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"You're joking," she had insisted when he first told her. "You're joking."
In the dim light of the street lamp, he managed to look almost sad. "If only I was."
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She only has one brother, tall and handsome to most, but to her, he's only her adorable kid brother. So, when he came to her, emaciated and covered in bruises, she had pulled his head onto her lap and murmured into his ear, "Tell me what happened."
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She went back to that place of the past, and found herself a painted picture of the eye of the storm. Teenagers chattered merrily in the run-down shopping mall, and the roads were over-run with hurried steps and bright paper bags.
That day, she learnt that there were thirty ways to keep a brother from jail, and that, in some cases, it took thirty-one.
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She returned to her life at last, putting all behind her and happy to keep the past as it was - the past. Yet when he returned again, gaze more haunted then before, she found she could not say no.
The lack of action (un)accomplished more than anything she'd ever done.
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"It's not happening," he stuttered, raising a blood-stained hand to her face. "It's not happening."
"If only it isn't." She shifts her grip on the handle of the dagger, driving it even further in. In the dim light of the flickering bulb, she manages to look almost sad, but the blood sings on her hands, and she remembers the life of the gutter and how the crimson stain belonged on her pale skin, like it has always had.
"You can run, but you can't hide." She whispers from memory, to herself more than to him.
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There's no one left to see it, but the world is beautiful today.
Huh. That made absolutely no sense. But I feel better now, at any rate. Hehe, I just liked the motif of 'the world is beautiful today' and randomly shot it into the first plot bunny that entered my head.
Okay. I need practice on writing original fics. I can't go on in a fandom forever. Chrissie, darling thesaurus, help?
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Tuesday, February 14, 2006
I'm writing my commonwealth essay now. (Seeing that I don't have a choice since I was more or less coerced into the whole business, and that Lydia, that traitor, didn't even think of helping me.) LYDIA. YOU'RE DEAD. AND YOU HAVE THE GALL TO LAUGH.
Ugh. Was my grammar really that bad? This is what happens when you stop writing a sentence halfway to eat chocolates and chat on msn.
But really, can you believe I changed tenses TWICE in ONE sentence?
A female ferret will die if it goes into heat and cannot find lichen.Oh dear. I knew I appealed to more than humans, but ferrets? I mean, Draco Malfoy is one thing, but FEMALE ferrets?
It takes more than 500 peanuts to make lichen!Seeing that one peanut is worth gold taps plus a lot of money, I'm pretty happy here.
If your ear itches, this means that someone is talking about lichen.
Thirty-five percent of the people who use personal ads for dating are lichen.
Ancient Greeks believed earthquakes were caused by lichen fighting underground!
There are six towns named lichen in the United States.
The first toy product ever advertised on television was Mr Lichen Head.
Forty percent of the world's almonds and twenty percent of the world's peanuts are used in the manufacture of lichen.Peanuts again. What's up with me and peanuts? People might actually get the misconception that I'm nuts.
While performing her duties as queen, Cleopatra sometimes dressed up as lichen!Because it's such a fun and glorious thing to do.
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Monday, February 06, 2006
Beethoven was a romantic in the last seven years of his life. Huh. Who knew.
There's schebert, who wasn't mentioned in my classical notes, so I shall ignore him. He was, most unfortunately, alive for 8 years of romantic. Damn him.
Mendelssohn.
Brahms (johannes). What a stupid name. Who can be bothered to remember anyway.
Robert schemann and his wife clara. The guy had a mental breakdown. No wonder. I think I'm going to have one too.
Richard Wagner. I dunno why I keep thinking of disney.Liszt. The paino virtuoso. I think he was feeling evil when composing his songs.
Verdi (Giuseppe). What a wonderful name. Bet I won't be remembering you, idiot. Oh wait, he composed Macbeth. And Don Carlos. And Aida. (Whatever the last two are.) Died at 87, wealthy and famous. Well, life wasn't too good, since he died, didn't he?
Ruggero Leoncavallo. Wonderful. The calvarous, rugged lion. -_-"
Gioacchino Rossini. You bet I won't be asking for an italian name. I can hardly spell them.
Giacomo Puccini (A romantic through and through.)
Gaetano Donizetti. Another retarded name.
Georges Bizet. From france. Who wrote carmen. Okay cool guy, you aren't so useless after all. The initial failure of this opera led to his breakdown and early death. Huh. If he lived...
Hector Berlioz. I somehow remember him. He wrote Romeo and Juliet. Ah yes. (No, I still don't remember.)
Chopin. I know this one.
Gabriel faure, Charles Gounod, Cesar Franck. Do I look as though I care?
Modest Musorgsky. I dunno if the modest is part of his name, or a title. -_-"
Nicholas Rumsky-Korsakov. ...
Tchaikovsky. The gay who wrote the Nutcracker ballet.
Sergei Rachmaninoff. huh. A pianist composer.
Antonin Dvorak. Wrote From the New World.
Bedrich Smetana. Who?
Er...I just copied these from my notes. You think I can remember izzit. Why are there so many romantic composers.
Ugh. I'm going to kill someone. Preferably someone who's name is extremely similar to Christabel Saw.
WHAT IS THE EFFING PROBLEM WITH @#$@#%?!? Like, I wasn't even talking to susanta! She was talking with ANDREA!
Like, I bet it's just because I'm poor, vulnerable and defenseless lah. Sitting there, in the first row, open to attack.
Andrea, btw, you owe me a life debt now.
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Monday, January 30, 2006
PEH LIQI YOU ARE SO SCREWED AND I AM SO GOING TO KILL YOU IN THE MOST PAINFUL AND SLOW AND PAINFUL AND TORTUROUS AND PAINFUL AND DID I MENTION PAINFUL WAY IMAGINABLE???????
Darlings, it seems as though 'hot choo' and 'sexy liw ei' have taken a liking to spamming my blog. I never knew liqi had schizophrenia. -_-"
This is, frankly, quite traumatizing. Imagine poor lil' me, innocently checking my tagboard, and seeing the name liw ei there.
Poor me. <3
P.S. I'm going to have so much fun. *cackles gleefully*
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Saturday, January 28, 2006
AND...
My com's back. OMG. I've never seen anything so sexy in my whole life. This voluptous, gorgeous, sensually smooth CPU and its modem. I'm in love...
Okay, and that's that. Cut my hair today. It's not that obvious, really, but I layered it. Was ex lorh. O.o Double the usual price. -___-" CNY and all that.
Oooo. Yesterday was CNY celebrations. Lolx. They even had xiang sheng. (It was damned lame, btw. WO MEN SHI XING JIA PO GONG MING...) Then then I borrowed sanki's jeans cause mine made my butt look FAT, and it was, so, like, BIG. (Cause that was sanki's jeans before she lost - A LOT OF - weight.) Then Sanki didn't bring a belt (cause she idiotically listened to me) and neither did I (cause I idiotically sprouted crap and managed to very intelligently believe myself) so I went about the celebrations holding the jeans for they were literally falling off my butt. As in, REALLY falling off my butt. SO. Idiots like Sharmini were thinking of the space between my jeans and my butt as a netball ring, and were tossing candy wrappers at it.
"Ten points if it gets in!"
-____________________-"
Then I tried to hit sharm, and angel was holding out sharm's hand for me to hit, so I naturally ended up (accidentally) hitting angel instead. She was Not Amused.
Then I realized that sharm has been, like, copying my earring style for, like, forever.
Me: See my new earrings! (shows off) Sharm: Hey, you're wearing non-matching earrings! Like me! Me: Hey, you've been copying me! Sharm: wth!!! I've been wearing these for, like, forever! Me: WHAT? You've been copying me for forever! And you still dare say it! Angel: *sniggers*
Methinks that's what happens when 408 and 409 sit near each other. TROUBLE. Lots of it.
Thenthenthen me and fei and brenbren went to Taka. We were waiting for the bus (cause I was too fat to squeeze onto the two buses before us) and then we saw gengenlove and susantawholikestakingphotos and *cough*extremelydecentalexis and sexylingxi and meinuvanessa and cutetammie. And then My wife appeared, but I was avoiding her for one: I was flirting with aforementioned people, and b: she was with a CERTAIN person.
Ergo.
Thenthenthen we got onto the bus (finally) and went to taka where we ate at macs. YAYY. Then brenda was commenting on my eating style cause she was jealous that I thought of the wonderful idea of eating fries with ice cream. hvmph. Fei2, I must add, was entertaining herself with watch us cause I'm such a fun-loving person with a good sense of humor.
Oh yeah, then we went shopping. (Actually, we went to kino first cause I wanted to check out manga and brenda was dead set on copying me, I mean, I know imitation is the highest form of flattery and all that, but brendearestlove, I already know you worship me, and fei2 wanted to get pens and poster paint, then afterwords we went to check out Something Which Cannot Be Mentioned Until After A Certain Day In Febrary (Or Until We Give That Something Away, Whichever Is Later). Then then then we went to get Ice Cream, mainly gelato. Yumm. Then I was stealing ice-cream from fei and bren. <3 Then we went back to Far East, checking out belts along the way, cause, as I mentioned, a certain pair of jeans was falling off my butt. Brenbren was rolling her eyes along the way, so I told her that even though I knew she wanted to see my butt, all she had to do was arrange a night I'm free, cause if the jeans fall off halfway, I'll be pissed and upset and will slap her when she tries to grope me. She rolled her eyes again. Seriously, what did I say?) And then, yes, we looked at belts, but they were ex, so I bought a cute badge (that looked like it was from hellsing) and pinned it up. Looked quite okay, really.
Then since we were all in a better mood, we went to He and She (which Brenda thought was T&G or D&C -_________-") And we bought nice bracelets/rings (actually, the ring was attached to the bracelet) And then we went to take neoprints and then we went to buy earrings and then I forgot.
Tweehee. I'm so smart.
On Wednesday toad and I and tofu went out and then they bought socks and I bought earrings.
Yeah, I like earrings.
So anyway, now you know where the Weird Sisters (copyright shakespeare) came from on sat. ^^
Did I mention my com's working again?
Yeah. So now I have to configure the rest of the shit, so byebye. Don't cry okay, I know you miss me. I missed me too. I'll try to miss you!
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Saturday, January 14, 2006
Looking at my chem worksheet, I feel extremely...inspired to blog. (Okay, so I don't want to do my homework, but neither do I want to do my mom's, so I'm stalling for time. -_-"
A.C is a damned good bio teacher man. This is the first time since last year Jan that I walked out of bio class thinking 'I can understand this'. I feel so smart, booyah.
Actually, we have a decent amount of good teachers this year. I mean, there's lit (Mary, this wonderful person teaching us is a fan of dramas and musicals and a fan of enjolras. She watched Les Miz on stage on the FIRST ROW and cried when enjolras died. <3)
I never comment on maths teachers, but as far as it goes, me eklin lives up to her name.
See, this is a decent sum. Grins happily. (Though we have exchanged a flasher for a pervert.)
Hmmm. What else happened this week (I'm quite desperate not to start on homework, you realize). On yeah. Class deco. (And here I can safely tell you I know exactly WHO i'm pasting on my table. And I've done it already. (OMGOMG now i can spend my time staring at that hot magician) Hiso is soooooooo hot. At any rate, after we celebrated Leenings' early and tammie's on time birthday in the COLD hall, we were talking about class deco. Then Liqi was asking for volunteers. 3 people raised their hands initially, including melmel. Then ben dan looked at me and said 'lichen' in THAT tone of voice so I was, like, 'eep' and raised my hand as well. Then they LAUGHED at me! They had the gall to LAUGH at me! I mean, I am LORD LICH!
Note: The half-toad prince's and rebels' plan to overthrow me will not work. I was like, 'Lord Toad? That just sounds wrong.'
I now have pictures of the apple incident. Funniness.
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Monday, January 09, 2006
Thankies to all the lovelies who gave me prezzies! I love Cat (the one in the basket), Shirt, Pen and all the others which came earlier/later!
At any rate, school started out relatively well. Toad's uncle sent us to school. er...met teachers. (which was a maluating incident comprising me saying 'har. Thiock again.' when he was right behind me)
Form a.k.a. maths teacher: She's nice. Full stop. And really, really, realllllllllllly boring. And I mean it when I say I've stoned through all her lessons.
Physics a.k.a CLE teacher: You know him. The ballroom dancer and his quotes and games. Spoon boy, I ask you.
Siao a.k.a replacement english teacher: ... She's an ex-rgs pupil. I don't believe it. Somehow I have the impression of being a kindergarden kid whenever she opens her mouth. 'Boys are lazy and untidy. Of course, girls aren't like that.' 'Next lesson, we'll tell all our secrets. However, since he's here now, let's pretend to be doing serious stuff kay? Let's play a game of pretend kay?' ...-_____________-()
Silent a.k.a english teacher: A really quiet guy. Literally.
-_- a.k.a bio teacher: well. What else can I say about a guy who goes 'flowers are the sexual organs of plants. I don't understand why girls keep sticking them in their hair.'
... a.k.a chinese teacher: I DO NOT WANT TO BE THE CHINESE REP. F LAH.
JK a.k.a chem teacher: Well, she says she'll be stricter this year. Hopefully I can win her over with my charm. ><
Iforgotwho a.k.a lit teacher: Well, she seems like a good teacher. (I was stoning)
And the other incidents. Hmmm. After I got Cat-in-the-basket, I went 'I love Cat!' halfway in class. Cat-kitty-bulliable-cat turned around, looking absolutely shocked. That, naturally, is understandable. I mean, since when did I have that bad taste? After I clarified that I loved the cat that was as cute as me, she turned around. Obviously she was quite relieved. (Lichen has maintained her standards.)
Seating arrangement: front of class. -_- And a fair distance from lotsa ppl. damnit. How can I slack in class if this goes on?
Apples: RG was giving out apples today. -_____________-" Toad and I actually picked out two to eat after school (seeing that I was starving cause I missed recess for interviews and that toad refused to detour to the canteen). They were sweet. O.o Then after that...well. Toad didn't finish hers (I did), and we both wrapped our apples/cores in tissue. Then we got into an arguement about something or other and that was when I said 'my apple's curvier than yours.' we spent almost half the bus trip arguing about which part of the core is assigned to which anatomy, and about Toad's apple (which turned out to be a head - mine was a body). The other half was spent critiqing toad's apple's head (why is it yellow-white?). Hers' turned out to be mummified and maggot-infested. Mine turned out to be its shrunken body. (see toad's phone for photo.
And other stuff. I'm bored now.
BB
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Saturday, December 31, 2005
I'm baaack! Didja miss me? I missed me too!
China is cooold. As in, cooooooold. As in, the hells have frozen over coooooooooooooooooold. You get what I mean. And worse - it didn't snow. So I froze my butt off for nothing. Sheesh.
And CCA orientation was yesterday. Missed it. Damned.
Anyway, the temperature can go screw itself. China is a damned good shopping area. Yayyy.
See what I bought:
Memoirs of a Geisha (and it isn't even out in Sing!) S$1.20 Chronicles of Narnia S$1.20 Silence of the Lambs S$1.40 Hannibal S$1.40 All four Inuyasha movies S$1.60 Detective Conan ep 221-400 S$4.80 Detective Conan movies S$0.80 HunterxHunter cds S$3.20 Phantom of the Opera (how could I not?) S$1.40 Moulin Rouge S$1.40 Hotel Rwanda S$1.40 Butterfly Lovers' cartoon cd S$1.40
Yeah, and souvenirs. I rock. (Anyway, they're all pirated. Don't let PAP read this. Booyah.)
Anyway, Memoirs of a Geisha is pretty boring at first. And the quality isn't that good. But still. Sniffs.
My new year resolution: To fufil 2005's new year resolution. Oh wow.
Anyway, as it's, like, the last day of 2005, let's take note of the memorable points of this year, A.K.A. the QUOTES.
"See how I'm deliberately avoiding you? Do you feel the pain? Do you feel your heart breaking?" - b a l a
"Everytime I walk into starbucks, I feel like I've come home." - w u y i m i n
And of course:
"LI CHEN NI ZHE GE BIAN TAI!" - c h e n c h e n, of course.
Contributions will be appreciated.
Yayy. I've watched Inuyasha Movie 4. It's sooo uber cool. Inuyasha more or less started the movie, of course, but it's SESSHOUMARU I was looking for. Anyway, when Inuyasha and gang fought the ppl, they all got dirty and dusty and injured, but Sess was the cool one. Duh. And he defeated the idiot with a move waaaaay cooler than what Inuyasha could ever manage. Besides, Inuyasha is nothing without his sword. I mean, look at all the hanyous in that island. Sess is soooooo cool.
So the drama.
YOU GO SESS!
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Saturday, December 24, 2005
1) Internet connection is rare and (my) precious and hard to get and therefore should be treasured. My preciousssssss.
2) The weather is COLD. It is advisable to go out looking like a ball of wool. Baa baa black sheep and all that.
3) Even though the temperature is ridiculously low, you hardly get snow, and the river never freezes enough to skate on. What a waste.
4) Any fool with some sense of self-preservation who is not a depressed suicidal lemming would learn never to sit on the toilet bowl seat unless you're in a hotel or you really don't treasure your butt.
5) The roads are not kind to anyone. Those subjected to a uni-fingered wave should not get angry. Chances are there're gangsters about. (And no, yours truly did not do anything too stupid. She just watched someone else get cornered before she ran away.)
6) No matter what some idiots say, prices are always bargainable. Just argue.
7) If you happen to get knocked down by a vehicle and snuffed it, don't even think of sueing the drivers. They'll just laugh in your face, and not just because you're quite dead. (and believe me, death is quite a dampener on your ability to sue someone.) Chances are, you'll get sued for scratching their car. -_-"
8) Ignore the idiots on the street who go out in two layers of clothing. They're freaks of nature who probably came from the artic.
9) China actually has some cute guys. Huh. Who knew.
10) Hotels are a gift from heaven. Their toilets have doors. *cheer*
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Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Went to Cosplay at expo with wenting and feli chere on sat. It was fun at first, giggling at all the costumes and wandering around like headless otakus, but then I got broke and it was so sad cause I was just staring at all the stuff I wanted to buy and didn't have money to. And I ended up stealing food from Feli and Wenting. *thanks dahlings~ Muaks I'll, like, treat you to something. Er...yah. Something* At any rate, I'm feeling lazy now.
And my typing's gone down the drain. )Actually, I'm typing this with my eyes closed. Pretty accurate, huh? oh yah. Lichie the wonderful person.
Oh god, I can't believe I didn't have any typos. Okay, that's it. I'm typing my essays with eyes closed next time.
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Wednesday, December 07, 2005
I realized something - I like doing household chores. For a little while, of course, like, one day. I mean, it's just so fun flitting around all hot and bothered diligent worrying about things and appearing responsible. Besides, one perk is that you can complain about it later, cause doing housework is ample reason for whining, and whining is good cause it's in the same league as slashing and attention seeking which is good cause it means you GET attention. Whee. *grinz silly-ly*
And I seem to keep getting soap suds in my EAR for some ridiculous and obscure reason hidden beyond the river of destruction in the hill of the fire dragons. And it's SOOOO irritating. It probably ranks, like, step 1 in the Do-It-Yourself Guide to Insanity. -_________-"
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Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Whee. I'm baaccckkk! The thai trip was, like, so sudden. Dad just called home and was like, pack your bags, we're going to thailand, and I was like, HUH. -_____-"
Anyway, the plane trip was, like, one and a half hours, so at least I didn't get planesick or anything. Phew. But the trip was TIRING. TIRING, I tell you. I'm, like, aching all over. My arms hurt and so does my butt, for some obscure reason. Actually, they don't hurt too much now. Was much worse yesterday.
Okay, I take that back. My arm hurts again. Though it may have something to do with me just walking into a door. Owww. *whines*
Anyway, the first day was lousy. Spent majority of my time cooped up in a) the car, or 2) an office. Died of boredom, I tell you.
Second day went SHOPPING. OMG. Thai stuff are uber cheap. What a waste, I only had an hour in the place.
Jeans: $99 Black hoodie: $299 CD: $104
Sadness, really, cause daddy only gave me $1000 to spend in the place, and I had to waste money on my sister. ($299) Oh, and these are in baht, and the exchange rate is 24:1, so do the maths. Er...you didn't actually think I was that rich, did you? ^^
Er...then the next day we went to this lil' island near the hotel, spent most of the morning there, and ate in the rain. (the roof was holy...er...holey) Parachuted strung to the end of a boat. Twas so funnnnn.
Oh, did I mention that Thai ppl are HOOOOTTTTT??? And for once, both the guys AND the girls. They're, like, the tall, dark hawaiian (sp?) ppl. And the guys are just. so. musculine. OMG. *puddle of lichen*
ANYWAY, we watched the Tiffany's show when we returned, La Vie en Rose. Ah yes, the transexual show. The men are fucking GORGEOUS. And not the male gorgeous. It's the female lingerie ad makeup ad gorgeous. And they're men. My father mentioned something about them having to take all the random shots of chemicals and nonsense (silicon?) since young to sorta 'alter' their sex, so they hardly live over 44. In fact, all the older ones are the ugly ones who have undergone no operation.
Anyway, so they were performing and whatnot, the dance wasn't too bad, but their shimmy was weird, in the sense that they refuse to let go and, well, shimmy. (I think it has something to do with the fake boobs.)
Ah wells. Anyway, I was wondering, since they could more or less pass off as (gorgeous, where's the fairness in that?) women, what they really thought about real females. So I came to the conclusion that if I were them, I would hate women. I mean, even as I type this as objectively as I can, which is very, cause I don't have anything against gays (only lezzies, and everyone knows why), I keep referring to them as 'fake women' and 'normal women'. I mean, they'll never be accepted both ways anyway. They're not men, at least, not anymore, nor will they ever be real women. Just some cross-breed interbetween species for which the only acceptance they'll ever face is as some circus animal in a freak show. It doesn't matter that they're much chio-er than, say, majority of the thai ppl out there, a straight man would much rather be shagging a female hunchback of notre dame than them. And I mean, they're giving up so much of their life just to live the short 44 years or less as some circus freak just so that they can be the gender of their choice instead of nature.
And after that had spaghetti on the bus, so blah blah blah, it was quite dry though. Sadness.
So. Then the next day we packed and went home, watched sky high on the plane, and cursed the plane food. I swear, it's not fair, it's not. I'm jealous of my sis. I mean, just because she's young she gets SAUSAGES, for gawds sake! I mean, like, hello, I OBVIOUSLY deserve the more decent food, seeing that I'm planesick-prone and all, but nooo, I get the nauseating food and she gets the BROWNIE!!! *howls*
It's not fair, it's not.
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Tuesday, November 29, 2005
OMG. It's, like, SUPER hot in here. I feel like stuffing myself into the fridge. The UPPER fridge. And I don't want to start sweating cause sweat is made up of urea so sweating is something akin to pouring bucketfuls of urine onto yourself. Say it with me: EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.
And I'm so amused. The person who inspired me to type the last entry was inspired by my last entry to type an entry. Lolx. So cute.
It's hot hot hot hot hot.
Forget it. I'm turning on the air con.
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Sunday, November 27, 2005
2005 is drawing to an end, and soon I'll be off to china and the next time I talk to anyone after that would be next year. 2005 has been...a year. It's better than last year, that I can honestly say, because I didn't like last year's class one bit, but I wouldn't go as far as to say it's been a wonderful year. I mean, there were ups, and I had fun in class playing ABC bingo and haidai and bullying people and whatnot, but there were also downs, and these are the times that are (unfortunately) imprinted in the memory.
I like being in 308. No, really. I can't imagine being in 309 or 306 or 310 or any other class, really, though I can probably attribute it to having no imagination. (But I'm a very nice person kayyy.) But some times, I dunno. Maybe it's just me, but don't you find yourself always veering towards some common interest as a conversation topic or inane chattering about rubbish? There's always this safe topic there for you to reach out to, for I don't like keeping silences, cause silence is only golden when absolutely necessary.
Yeah, in case you were wondering, I read this introspective piece of writing today, so I'm kinda reflecting on this year. I was wondering about why I keep a blog anyway. I mean, if I wanted a place to vent everything, a private blog would do. If I just wanted a tagboard, you'll just see one tagboard there. And it isn't really much of a journal, cause journals remind me of CLE and it inevitably turns to reflections, and really, my blog is more of inane chattering than anything else. I mean, occasionally when I'm pissed you see a few rants (look below) or a few essays, but it's mostly 'OMG. Hot ang moh guys are hot.' (Okay, I'm not that much of an idiot, but you get the point.)
So I think a blog's mostly about sharing, a release much like when you're complaining to someone about someone else via msn, except a blog would be there when you need it 24/7, and you're not left with the deflated feeling of 'what's past is past, no use bothering about it anymore' in your chest just because it's OVER and you don't have the energy and rage to fuel complaints anymore. And it's different from a private blog, cause you know that even though you're typing in a really ugly white box framed by shit brown mixed with white paint with a hideous orange button below, you're writing out to people and not some page floating in the cyber world.
I like the holidays. Even though sometimes you get really bored and feel like you're missing out on so many could-haves and would-haves had it been school term, it's also extremely peaceful and, I dunno, quiet. Private. Not rushed. And you can just sit on a comfy chair and zoom about and read about idiots who order a calendar only to find that it's two months per page. (Wenting is an idiot. Anyone want to dispute that?)
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I swear, even if it's the brightest, sunniest, breeziest and cheeriest day you can ever find, Mary Sues are bound to dampen your day. It's not just that they're nauseatingly wish-fulfilling, or that the author is so clearly living out her very disgusting fantasies with random people - and trust me, that is very, VERY bad - but that the authors are so entrenched in their wet dreams that they don't even pay attention to logic anymore.
For heavens' sake, let's get this straight. If you so desperately want yourself - oops, I meant your self-insert - to have a dancer's grace and elegance, then she cannot be a klutz. Even if someone reviews and tells you that you your character was a Mary Sue, and you want to add faults, a dancer cannot be a klutz. A dancer is about grace and poise and balance. Understanding your body and finding your CG and whatnot. If you DO want to put yourself your oh-so-original character as a klutz, too bad, so sad, no dancing for her. The whole idea of a flaw, darling, is that, you know. A blemish. Imperfection. Not some non-visible chip in a cup in which although she's a klutz she's still graceful and elegant and can dance the most wonderful dances and her clumsiness only serves to make her look cute. *bangs head repeatedly on the table - hard*
And for the record, tall, lithe, muscular females who are well versed in martial arts and kick asses everyday do not have big boobs. It's a fact of nature, seeing that the stuff in them are fats. I'm quite sick of seeing 'rounded creamy white breasts the size of watermelons'. There's, like, a reason why larger sized people have larger boobs, you know. Yeah, thin people can have big boobs. Provided they aren't muscular and that they don't work out regularly.
Big boobed people are not lithe, wiry martial artists. Lithe, wiry martial artists do not have big boobs. I don't care what your exception is.
And I know names cannot be copyrighted, but 'Sakura' is so overused it's plain ridiculous. And no, I'm not talking about card-captor sakura. And so is Naomi and Sapphire and Opal and Diamond and any other name that means beautiful and/or wise and/or powerful and/or perfect and/or any of the elements and/or goddess and/or fairy (you get the point yeah). Now, if you named her Big Shit, I wouldn't complain so much. But then again, if you named her Big Shit, chances are, she's either a parody or a non-sue.
And even worse than a Mary Sue (oh wait, I take that back. There's nothing worse in the fandom than a Mary Sue) almost as bad as a Mary Sue is a Canon Sue. I mean, if Draco Malfoy is to fall in love with Hermione Granger or Ginny Weasley or Parvati Patil or Lavender Brown or Harry Potter or Ron Weasley or Severus Snape or Albus Dumbledore or his father or his mother or Trelawny or Sinistra or Minerva, it's not going to be because he/she came back from the holidays with a makeover and cut his/her hair and got piercings and is wearing revealing clothes and suddenly got a uber hot bod OR if he/she came back all in black and changed his/her attitude totally and start acting punk.
And much as I love Hisoka, he is a deranged, psychotic lunatic who kills with a deck of cards. He sliced off someone's hands cause he bumped into him. He's not going to let some random person with an attitude live long enough to fall in love with her. Chances are, he's going to slice her up into shish kebab.
And while we're on the topic, Killua and Gon are not going to be walking (apparently carrying their suitcases along with them cause they don't have the brains to call a taxi) along a road to Mount Whatchamacallit to train (conveniently forgetting the whole of HunterxHunter is getting on with life and leaving the past behind) when there is a scream (from the darkness, apparently, since the author didn't mention a road nor did she mention anywhere, actually, they were just, say, walking -_-") and where Killua's priorities are seriously screwed and he cares more about the age of the girl than, say, how big and bad the thugs are (no, seriously. Author referred to them as 'the guys' -______________-), where the darling boy who slashed people just because he lost at a ball game suddenly flies into a rage and kills 'the guys', and start craddling said girl, and when we're at it, Gon does NOT go kuku nutto bongbong elephant shit monkey face and drop the girl just to answer the question of why Killua is acting like an idiot (one, I wonder why he's acting like an idiot too and b, how does dropping the girl even answer the question???) and even IF he goes kuku nutto bongbong elephant shit monkey face and decides to drop the girl, he does NOT, I repeat, does NOT need to count to three to drop the damned girl. And even IF the above happens, in some very seriously warped and screwed world, Killua and Gon would actually have the brains to say, spend 50 cents on a call to the POLICE or the HOSPITAL (or are the calls free?) instead of apparently abandoning their suitcases which they were supposed to be carrying in the alley and carrying the girl to a 5 star hotel where they rent the largest room and leave her on the bed whilst Killua sleeps on the floor (I dunno, authoress conveniently just mentioned there was ONE BED, in a 5 star hotel top room which costs $500 instead of calling the hospital for free, and they let the weird girl whom they don't even know sleep on said bed whilst they roll about on the floor)And Gon is even better. he apparently has nothing better to do (what happened to going to train, anyway?) other than to sit and stretch his neck so she could wake up and gaze into 'brown orbs'. And don't even make me start on AFTER she wakes up.
Let's face it, Mary Sues are sickening, repulsive figments of the authoress' very sick wishes. They embody the most shameless self-praise and delusions one is able to produce, and the only ones who would want to write a Mary Sue in the first place are insecure, unselfconfident pathetic IDIOTS cause even they themselves can't stand their image in the mirror to the extent that they have to write a MS to actually, say, live.
Honestly.
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Thursday, November 24, 2005
I think it was really a wrong decision for my parents to buy that wheeled chair. Seeing that everything I need is on the first floor, I've taken to just zooming around the place on it, knocking into furniture and scratching them. At this rate, I'm really going to grow fat and destroy the whole house.
And I'm going to permanently scar myself at this rate. I just slashed my arm on...something. I dunno what. Cause I was zooming around and then injured myself. At this rate, I may actually be able to carve out a Mona Lisa on my arm after all. If not for the fact that it hurts. Ouch. I'm whinnnnnnnning.
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Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Harry Potter the Movie was incredibly condensed. I adored the effects, however. (I also adored the hot people in there, like Krum and Draco and Cedric) The way each scene flows into another through a common sound effect or word or phrase. The weasley twins were absolutely amusing. And snape. Gods, snape. I loved that scene. *tugs up sleeves* *PUSH* The humor was good. (It was the movie's one saving grace, actually, not counting the three hot guys) By the time HP met Voldie, I was bored. (Anyone noticed that Voldie holds his wand like a violin bow? In fact, some of his arm movements remind me of a violinist).
Am feeling anti-social. Bah. Go away.
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Saturday, November 19, 2005
I haven't updated for quite some time now. Didja miss me? Don't worry, I've missed myself too. ^^ (This is lichen's ego at its greatest)
The whole week has been super Tribune orientated. First there was the sec 4 farewell, then the FAM, and there would be the camp if not for the fact that I'm very grounded this week.
First. The Sec 4 Farewell. Arrived at sch at 1, got scolded by brenda who arrived at 12 because the idiot didn't read her emails (and she STILL scolded me - and guojun - for not informing her), met up with Qianni, hopped onto a bus to Far East to buy batteries (and only later did we realise there were batts in our popular bookshop) and arrived at school back in time to start on the deco.
THE DECO!!! I utterly ADORE the deco! We had dark green tablecloth on the pavilion tables with five candles per table (green in the middle, the other four white) placed exactly on the folds of the cloth. (SYMMETRY. Symmetry is important. XD) Guojun the darling made this large sheet of parchment from paper and coffee, and wrote the words 'Fellowship of the Quills' on it, which we fixed onto a pillar and stuck the large Tribune Feather behind it. We had golden leaves on a wire wrapped around pillars to give the medieval effect, under which there was a golden shimmery cloth curled around at the bottom and hanging down after the third round. Golden pieces of paper with quotes from LotR was pasted around, and the large rock near the 'fountain' had candles in it, so the whole thing was full of flickering lights.
Oh yes. And our PERFORMANCE. (Am still super pissed.) I wrote mine, Liy's poem, and had to write kavya's cause she 'didn't have internet connection until five minutes ago' while Mary saw her on msn. Grrr. And then she had the nerve to lose it.
Everything went very smoothly, all things considered. We ordered Pizza, and had fried noodles, cookies, onion rings, fried chicken wings, chocolate cake and lots more. (And I ran around school telling people we had pizza. x))
FAM was quite fun. I met fei2 on the bus, so we arrived together, LimHuei miin saw me, so i ran away, and met sharm there. Anyway, me and fei ran about taking photos (the ice sculpture was GORGEOUS) and watching performances, whilst Sharm sat at her senior's class table and stole class food. -___-" Anyway, the Miss Alma Mater nominees were performing. Majority of them were doing hip-hopp. There was ventriloquism, palm reading... etc etc.
Went home at 10 and arrived at 11.30. Ergo, I'm now grounded.
Life is boring. Damnit. (okay, not really, but I"m really bored now.)
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Thursday, November 17, 2005
I've been watching the chinese serial on channel 8 from 9 to 10. That's like the only TV I watch save nick toons when I see a nice one. What! I'm still young at heart okay!
Never did like Singapore serials. (Save project runway, but I keep forgetting to watch it. Sadness.) Technically, that serial I was watching is only good for the dancing in the show. Must look out for the director of the show. Note to self: never watch a show with the same director.
For one thing, the crying is surreal. I mean, you've heard of trickles of tears running down one's cheeks in badly written Mary Sue fanfics, but this is the first time I've SEEN it. There's no red rimmed eyes, no red noses, not even tears in the eyes. Just a trail of sparkling pearly tears on the cheek. I was like: huh? -_-"
Two, the characters are just lame and unrealistic. One of the girls just keep saying 'you lied to me! I hate people who lie to me!' regardless of the situation. -__-" I mean, when you find out your boyfriend is the son of an illustrous director who is using all means to stop said son from working to support himself, is your first reaction curiosity and 'what the hell is going on', or 'you lied to me! I hate people who lie to me!' (and subsequently walk backwards into a hole)
And half the time when there's interaction between two people, the rest are just like random statues standing around. This person's at this new school with her dancing partner. During dinner, said partner starts quarrelling and insulting the people at the school. And the whole time, the other girl didn't appear on screen. Like, HELLO, do you stop the fight, or do you just sit there and pick your nose and pee in your pants? It reminds me of this fic I read before (the cast of an anime in American Idol), where the author actually writes there on the script: Crowd: Random cheering noises.
But I'll give them credit for getting the bimbotic-ness and bitching between girls correct. I found that the most realistic scene of all. *grinz*
*shakes head* I'm going back to Ji Xiao Lan.
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Sunday, November 13, 2005
Write nine syllables in the first line, Eight in the second, and with rhyme, The third line you can write, Rhyming above as your guide, Eight here, rhyming is a damned plight.
Haha. Genni and I were having a very amusing convo some days back. Involving limericks. The little (or not so little) dear needed to write limericks for her seniors, and I was one of her practice victims. x) But I must admit, hers were funny. Mine are rather sad, as can be seen from the above attempt. Here they (mine) are:
I know a girl by the name of Gen Who throws softballs over the fence Pokes people for fun Runs when she's done And she makes utterly no sense
Gen is an ass who likes to taunt mold Threatening with the bat she holds See her with a pan Run away if you can If you're hit don't say you're not told
Catherine is a big bad pervert When you talk to her your head hurts She wants some fun You want to run And you must be on high alert (Okay, I like the forth and fifth line of this though)
And gengen's:
there was once a little girl called lichen who strutted about like a fern (excuse me? I do NOT strut.) She could never concentrate though her teacher got irate she could always ace her turn.
there was once a girl called lichen who went around looking like a dead kitten but once she's about you better watch out you may get a little frozen (I still think the last word should be 'beaten', but gen's referring to my knack of throwing ice cubes down people's back. XD)
lichen harbours certain ambitions to be the lord over some ferns when she cant get her way you'd better not stay she sometimes can get really stern. (Hey! I'm really nice okay!)
there was once a little girl called catherine She was always forever singing if you sat beside her you might just go bonkers and your head will start to ring
there was once a teenager called cat she looked very pro with a bat and when the ball came she looked very tame but sent the ball flying like a jet
there was once a teenager called cat with an ego the size of a planet when she narrows her eyes you better start to fly cos shes really good with a bat.
And my absolute fav. (written by gen, naturally):
Craps! When you see lichen coming Beware! She is ever so cunning If your back is to her She will light up and cheer And you'll wish you've done more thinking
Ah, the joy of limericks. Now I've got to call people. Damnit. call: brenda(ming see), kavya (wanfen and salad), liyana. (Ah the joys)
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Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Whee, I'm back from the camp. Goodness, what a camp. Truely all-encompassing. I mean, I had dehydration/heatstroke (dunno which), height elements (damned fun), gross dorms (mine was Dorm Delta), canteen duty (lunch duty!), nice facilitators (fen and xinhui! <3) and lame teachers (-_-" very, very lame).
Lets' go by points. Firstly, I got lost on the way there. I got off at the bus stop at the PSA building cause it was on the map, realized it was the wrong stop, took a taxi and went on a spin around Pasir Panjang (and wasted $5.80) only to have to get off and hitch-hike in the car of another camp goer (who also lost her way) and we arrived late after I got through to shann and she gave directions. So malu. -_-"
Then there was briefing, blah blah blah, lunch (which was stupidly curry. I mean, isn't it common sense not to provide spicy food to a group of people with whom you do not know whether they take spice?) and then we had our first height element. That was, by then, in the afternoon.
So. We put on our helmets and harnesses (later in the camp I started pronouncing them as harnets and helmesses. It's the food, I say.). And trooped out into the hot sun and the mud (since it just rained, but it was VERY hot, trust me, worst then OBS. In fact, OBS is mild in comparison) to face the Barrel Hug. Basically, there's this tightrope at about three stories high, above that there's a barrel hanging on another rope higher than the first, and you're supposed to go across the tight rope hugging the barrel. Belayed, naturally.
Berny went first, then qianni, whom I belayed, and Liju, whom I belayed too. I was supposed to go after that. But halfway through belaying Liju I started seeing colors and felt nauseated and couldn't stand. Luckily Liju was only about five rungs up, and could come down, or else I would have been responsible for murder. Anyway, I went to the first aid stand and had to sit there for a while (which wasn't so bad, since the shade was fantastic).
And the height elements. I absolutely loved the challenge pole. It's this pole about three stories high and diameter 15 cm ruler. Super shaky. Anyway, the scariest part was at the top, cause you had nothing to hold on to. At the top you have to jump off and try to grab a rung. :) And there was the tyre thing. Poor belayers.
Dorms were dratty. It's cold in appearance, with metal double layered bunks and thin hard mattresses spaced out evenly.
Canteen duty was successful. We were praised for it. x)
FACS! FENNEH AND XINHUI! <3 Haha, my darling facs.
Teachers. They seemed to all have retarded about 20 years younger, mentally. KT was going around throwing pebbles onto his helmet and letting them bounce off, doing a 'sporting dance' where he mock-runs slowly in the opposite direction to which the person is falling from the challenge pole with outstretched arms, hugging the BELAYING pole when the person on the climbing pole is shaking. (The belaying pole is, like, 2 meters away...-_-") And of course, his NOWWWWW. And the rest too. We (almost - Qianni left it on her bed) lost our dorm key and they were so happy and cheery about it. Even our facs were shocked.
Yes. I'm tired now. Am being msnly-abused by brenda. sigh. She's taking advantage of the situation, I say.
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Sunday, November 06, 2005
I'm happy with my results. (Technically I wasn't too happy with my chinese and english and lit and SS and bio but bio is a hopeless cause what with being traumatized by jiggling boobs teachers and my chinese sucked anyway so it's just english and lit and you can see it's not getting any better with the way my commas are disappearing. So there they are: ,,,,,,,,,)
Actually, it's cause my mom saw them and didn't scream. Yet. I was there, on the sofa, timer on the ready for her to start, and she never did. O.o So naturally what makes my mom happy makes my ears happy and in turn makes me happy. This brings on a whole new meaning to 'seeking parental approval'.
Ah yes. If you read brenda's blog you'll know all about the bus stop incident. We were at Taka, and then we had to get back to school, so she was talking about the bus stop at the back of taka, and I took it at the back of the mrt station, and the dear girl didn't know the way anyway, and we spent the better part of the time getting lost and going up and down the damned escalator, so I took her to the mrt bus stop which she specifically told me not to go to and we spent our time giggling away. Yes, that's what happened. cut short and summarized so I don't look too stupid.
Mel was sick on friday, and Liqi and I had to bring her things to her. And she didn't even look sick and was laughing at us. (We missed her stop.) The ass.
SLN camp is on monday. I was packing and had to sew up the damned hole in my hadley shirt cause they wanted approved shirts that were neither black or sleeveless, and so I cannot wear last two years' class tee. Damn it. And guess what? I'm going through the damned thing with my ******. It's going to be so damned irritating. "Oh I'm so sorry [insert name of teacher in charge]. I think I just scraped my butt and I am bleeding. Can I please go and put on a...plaster?" yes, THAT'LL go well. I do hope it doesn't happen.
I really need to start writing again. Or critiqing, at any rate. My english is going (speeding, really) down the drain. Or longkang. Which ever is larger. Anyway, I just read a horrendous piece of fanfiction. Apparently, Kurapika turns into a fruitcake who compares his life with a road every three seconds, the narration reminds me of that lousy movie featuring Christ somemore (poor religious people, they must be so insulted) where there is a deep voice in the backgroud so the scriptwriter doesn't need to work on how to incorporate facts into the script and animals act waay out of character. I mean, if you can't get kurapika right, which is more or less the easiest of them all, at least you get an animal's actions right...right? And author really needs to get a new theme. I'm going to shoot the person who introduced the wizard of oz to him/her.
On another hand, http://www.fanfiction.net/~thetreacletart has nice stories, though one might best be pro-slash to read all. Nods.
Oh yeah, people, go here: http://www.eviloverlord.com/lists/overlord.html Hilarious, I tell you. It's about 100 things an evil overlord should and should not do (and cells A and B have more funny stuff). Here's some of the more memorable ones:
The artifact which is the source of my power will not be kept on the Mountain of Despair beyond the River of Fire guarded by the Dragons of Eternity. It will be in my safe-deposit box. The same applies to the object which is my one weakness.
My noble half-brother whose throne I usurped will be killed, not kept anonymously imprisoned in a forgotten cell of my dungeon.
When I've captured my adversary and he says, "Look, before you kill me, will you at least tell me what this is all about?" I'll say, "No." and shoot him. No, on second thought I'll shoot him then say "No."
I will not include a self-destruct mechanism unless absolutely necessary. If it is necessary, it will not be a large red button labelled "Danger: Do Not Push". The big red button marked "Do Not Push" will instead trigger a spray of bullets on anyone stupid enough to disregard it. Similarly, the ON/OFF switch will not clearly be labelled as such.
I will not interrogate my enemies in the inner sanctum -- a small hotel well outside my borders will work just as well.
I will not have a daughter. She would be as beautiful as she was evil, but one look at the hero's rugged countenance and she'd betray her own father.
No matter how tempted I am with the prospect of unlimited power, I will not consume any energy field bigger than my head.
No matter how attractive certain members of the rebellion are, there is probably someone just as attractive who is not desperate to kill me. Therefore, I will think twice before ordering a prisoner sent to my bedchamber.
All bumbling conjurers, clumsy squires, no-talent bards, and cowardly thieves in the land will be preemptively put to death. My foes will surely give up and abandon their quest if they have no source of comic relief.
I will not grow a goatee. In the old days they made you look diabolic. Now they just make you look like a disaffected member of Generation X.
If my trusted lieutenant tells me my Legions of Terror are losing a battle, I will believe him. After all, he's my trusted lieutenant.
I will be neither chivalrous nor sporting. If I have an unstoppable superweapon, I will use it as early and as often as possible instead of keeping it in reserve.
Once my power is secure, I will destroy all those pesky time-travel devices.
When I capture the hero, I will make sure I also get his dog, monkey, ferret, or whatever sickeningly cute little animal capable of untying ropes and filching keys happens to follow him around.
I will make sure I have a clear understanding of who is responsible for what in my organization. For example, if my general screws up I will not draw my weapon, point it at him, say "And here is the price for failure," then suddenly turn and kill some random underling.
If an advisor says to me "My liege, he is but one man. What can one man possibly do?", I will reply "This." and kill the advisor.
If I learn the whereabouts of the one artifact which can destroy me, I will not send all my troops out to seize it. Instead I will send them out to seize something else and quietly put a Want-Ad in the local paper.
If the beautiful princess that I capture says "I'll never marry you! Never, do you hear me, NEVER!!!", I will say "Oh well" and kill her.
If I must have computer systems with publically available terminals, the maps they display of my complex will have a room clearly marked as the Main Control Room. That room will be the Execution Chamber. The actual main control room will be marked as Sewage Overflow Containment.
I will spare someone who saved my life sometime in the past. This is only reasonable as it encourages others to do so. However, the offer is good one time only. If they want me to spare them again, they'd better save my life again.
When my guards split up to search for intruders, they will always travel in groups of at least two. They will be trained so that if one of them disappears mysteriously while on patrol, the other will immediately initiate an alert and call for backup, instead of quizzically peering around a corner.
I will not use any plan in which the final step is horribly complicated, e.g. "Align the 12 Stones of Power on the sacred altar then activate the medallion at the moment of total eclipse." Instead it will be more along the lines of "Push the button."
After I captures the hero's superweapon, I will not immediately disband my legions and relax my guard because I believe whoever holds the weapon is unstoppable. After all, the hero held the weapon and I took it from him.
I will not waste time making my enemy's death look like an accident -- I'm not accountable to anyone and my other enemies wouldn't believe it.
I will make it clear that I do know the meaning of the word "mercy"; I simply choose not show them any.
I will see to it that plucky young lads/lasses in strange clothes and with the accent of an outlander shall REGULARLY climb some monument in the main square of my capital and denounce me, claim to know the secret of my power, rally the masses to rebellion, etc. That way, the citizens will be jaded in case the real thing ever comes along.
If I am escaping in a large truck and the hero is pursuing me in a small Italian sports car, I will not wait for the hero to pull up along side of me and try to force him off the road as he attempts to climb aboard. Instead I will slam on the brakes when he's directly behind me. (A rudimentary knowledge of physics can prove quite useful.)
My doomsday machine will have a highly-advanced technological device called a capacitor in case someone inconveniently pulls the plug at the last second. (If I have access to REALLY advanced technology, I will include a back-up device known as a battery.)
I will instruct my guards when checking a cell that appears empty to look for the chamber pot. If the chamber pot is still there, then the prisoner has escaped and they may enter and search for clues. If the chamber pot is not there, then either the prisoner is perched above the lintel waiting to strike them with it or else he decided to take it as a souvenir (in which case he is obviously deeply disturbed and poses no threat). Either way, there's no point in entering.
If I have children and subsequently grandchildren, I will keep my three-year-old granddaughter near me at all times. When the hero enters to kill me, I will ask him to first explain to her why it is necessary to kill her beloved grandpa. When the hero launches into an explanation of morality way over her head, that will be her cue to pull the lever and send him into the pit of crocodiles. After all, small children like crocodiles almost as much as Evil Overlords and it's important to spend quality time with the grandkids.
I will classify my lieutenants in three categories: untrusted, trusted, and completely trusted. Promotion to the third category will be awarded posthumously.
I will provide funding and research to develop tactical and strategic weapons covering a full range of needs so my choices are not limited to "hand to hand combat with swords" and "blow up the planet".
I will occasionally vary my daily routine and not live my life in a rut. For example, I will not always take a swig of wine or ring a giant gong before finishing off my enemy.
If I am dangling over a precipice and the hero reaches his hand down to me, I will not attempt to pull him down with me. I will allow him to rescue me, thank him properly, then return to the safety of my fortress and order his execution.
I will explain to my Legions of Terror that guns are ranged weapons and swords are not. Anyone who attempts to throw a sword at the hero or club him with a gun will be summarily executed.
All repair work will be done by an in-house maintenance staff. Any alleged "repairmen" who show up at the fortress will be escorted to the dungeon.
Whatever my one vulnerability is, I will fake a different one. For example, ordering all mirrors removed from the palace, screaming and flinching whenever someone accidentally holds up a mirror, etc. In the climax when the hero whips out a mirror and thrusts it at my face, my reaction will be "Hmm...I think I need a shave."
I will explain to my guards that most people have their eyes in the front of their heads and thus while searching for someone it makes little sense to draw a weapon and slowly back down the hallway.
Mythical guardians will be instructed to ask visitors name, purpose of visit, and whether they have an appointment instead of ancient riddles.
Ah yes. Amusement.
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Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Forget about chinese and english results. The next person who mentions them will be slapped by me.
Went trick or treating with sharm on monday. Got lots of gum. Felt shamefully old. And sharm's brother is such a greedy shameless dignity-less pig. (And sharm agrees, so I'm allowed to say so openly.) One of the girls was damned rude, and threw the candy onto the floor when we approached. He was there trying to grab everything. And he did the same for all the other houses. And then he complained some people were cheapskate cause they gave singaporean candy. Like hello, you're TAKING their candy, tagging along with sharm and me and rohini when it's obvious we don't want you to come, and you speak of people being cheapskate? Then Ann and her sis joined us halfway, but by then majority of the houses have closed shop already so...
And yes. I went in sharm's heels. Ouch. Halfway through both of us gave up and walked barefoot on the super rocky road. I think there were bits and pieces of glass there as well. Ended up with seven blisters on one foot and five on the other. Poked ten once I got home, then poked the rest today and then practically soaked my feet in moisturizer. (grins evilly at Liqi)
Went shopping for a computer monitor today, cause parents refused to just GET A NEW COM. Methinks I didn't poke my blisters properly. Two returned. damn it. Shall poke them again tonight.
I more or less finished Qianni's present for wanfen tomorrow. (That girl owes me buckets) It was fun. And it smells of coffee, that parchment does. x)
Yay. I updated. I'm hoping never to get back my results slip. Never ever ever ever ever.
Maybe getting dengue now isn't such a bad idea.
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Friday, October 28, 2005
Haha, my idols of the week are Lee Ning and Samantha.
Okay, maybe just Lee Ning cause I don't know samantha and she isn't a musician. So Leening.
Haha, she was practicing her violin in class, when the poor dear was caught by me, so naturally I bugged her until she had to leave for prefect duties. OMG. I think she's perfect pitch. I mean, I asked her to play a song and she just played! And it wasn't even, like, Juni Barkarole or something where there is a score and it's quite sure she's played. I was, like, popping random musical songs and making her play, and she just played them! *worships*
Oh, and she was at the back of the class, facing the wall, and she hunches over her violin, and so from back view, she looks like those dark musicians who live in gloomy castles visited frequently by thunder and lightning and always wears black! OMG. Dark musicians rock my socks. <3<3<3
Haha. I am now officially part of the Lee Ning Dark Musician Fanclub.
Oh, and sam. We had that jazz-hiphopp class today, and the instructor was dragging some people on stage to dance (the better ones, duh) and sam was one of them, and woah, baby, could she dance! Okay, first the stretches. We had to sit on the floor, legs straight in front of us, and lift a leg up. Hers went straight vertical! I was, like, jaw drop. And the split, she just spread her legs, and they were in a line. *i want!*
Okay, then the steps. Whilst NORMAL people like the rest of the world was fumbling with the steps, she just did them effortlessly. She's a damned good dancer, man. Rhythm and grace and energy. <3 Oh, and amongst all the dancers on stage, she won. No surprise here. I mean, she's just got this stage presence without even trying. (And it was quite obvious she wasn't trying.) She just has this dancer's aura with her.
Hurhur. And oh yes, sharm introduced me to the Sims today. OMG. I want! So fun! Played the whole afternoon today. <3
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Thursday, October 20, 2005
Because I've just had physics tuition and realized I dunno how to do so many questions and I forgot everything I learnt, I shall console myself and talk about Les Miz and the 17 valjeans from around the world.
UK - he has a really pretty and clear voice. And he's bald, so he doesn't really fit into the image of a valjean. But it's just so soft and calming and pretty.
France - He has the frenchy voice, what can I say? All the 'r's and everything. And he looks the part too, but he's too young. Valjean, I estimate should be around 50. He's around 40.
Germany - gruff - or perhaps a better word is gravelly - but clear voice. And I can't understand the lyrics. >< (Well, TECHNICALLY I know the french lyrics seeing that I can spell them and know their meanings, but those two lines are the only thing I know.)
Japanese - yeah, I'm shocked that they had it in jap too. Another pretty voice, what can I say? pretty voices rule. x) Quite light, very expressive face - damned amusing expressions, I tell you. And someone should work on the lyrics for one hiragana or one katakana per note. And he looks too japanese to be Valjean.
Hungary - low and gravelly. Rumbly voice. x) With SPIKED HAIR!!! OMG.
Sweden - voice is a little whiny. First time I heard a whiny low voice. but quite clear lah. Has marius/hobbit hairstyle.
Poland - ah, another colm wilkinson voice. Rich and low and warm. <3 And he looks valjean-ish. Not really a good thing, but at least he fits in his role.
Nederlands - low and thrills his 'r's. His voice is so smooth (despite the thrills) and satiny!
Canada - the highest valjean I've ever heard. Loud and clear and sounds like he's going above the comfortable range. Expressive.
Austria - RUMBLY!!! Haha, he goes really low, and then his voice is so clear and pretty and you can tell he's got a good speaking voice.
AUSTRALIA - he's got a GORGEOUS tenor voice, man. It's so lyrical and musical and floaty and pretty and clear. He sounds like a well-played piano. <3
Norway - strong voice. low tenor and clear.
Czech republic - same as norway. It just sounded a few semitones lower.
Denmark - warm tones. Rich voice. x)
Ireland - ENGLISH!!! Ahem. He's got a clear and light voice. As in, SUPER CLEAR. He sounds like an enjolras.
Iceland - rich and low and smooth. SMOOTH, i say.
America - the last one. His voice sounds kinda forced, which is understandable, since his quadruple chin is so bad he has no chin at all. Just a HUGE tyre of fats linking his mouth to the end of his neck that bulges out on all sides. He looks like he has to force his mouth open. Er...
Colm wilkinson - ahwells. His voice is not really pretty or anything, but you can TELL it's a good voice and that RANGE!
JAVY!!! - Okay, he's not a valjean, but his voice is like, sex on a voicebox, man. I mean, who cares about the less than satisfactory face if he has a voice like that? Oh man, god must have oh-so compensated for the face and in excess.
Haha, here ends my les mis fangirlism. I shall go and watch the bronze teeth now. (And someone slap me if I start going on about ji xiao lan)
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Wednesday, October 19, 2005
FREAK. Guess what happened? Me and toad were walking home from the bus stop (last stop before interchange), then there was this family of three (one teenage girl, one mom, one dad, you know, the typical girl wear OP type of family), there this old man (I only remember he was quite dark, very old, about fourty-five to fifty) who went up and he FREAKING GROPED her crotch right in front of EVERY SINGLE FREAKING PERSON. The girl screamed like SHIT, and he ran away.
I mean, what the hell lah! What is his bloody problem, that sick pervert! What do you gain from groping girls! Me and toad were so freaked lah, it could have been us lorh. Oh my god.
People like that should just be castrated in the most painful way and left to die. After being fed his family jewels. Assholes.
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Tuesday, October 18, 2005
I'm going to die for EOYs I'm going to die for EOYs I'm going to die for EOYs.
Btw, anyone want to find me after the papers, I'll be hiding in the toilet bemoaning my papers.
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Saturday, October 08, 2005
Firstly, the cheery parts. I called christabel today, and she started blackmailing me. (She started it first!) Haha, so we were basically blackmailing each other, but she didn't continue after my threat. That girl not fun one. X( Should blackmail each other until there's nothing else then fun mah. Stupid christabel.
Oh, and I think Brenda and Chris should also get together. (forget monkey, we can make her marry her boots) You see, Brenda is b a l a's rep. So if they get together, b a l a can talk to brenda and say "our christabel". I'm so ingenius, aren't I?
Oh, and you see, we have oxygen, and oxymorons. So by the transitive property, gen = moron. (Shann so smart! I crush you, shann!) *Zishan screams and runs away*
And I totaly despise ___n t__h's trick on friday. Like hello, she was totally employing the guilt trip lah! All that stuff of 'is your integrity worth 360 dollars' and whatnot. I mean, like, hello, even if she did volunteer to pay, everyone with two brain cells to rub together would know that we would pay up. We're not going to take advantage of a teacher. And she KNOWS it. As a teacher, I doubt she has the extra money to go around funding our jerseys in the name of 'integrity'. Ha!
Puh-lease lor. Guilt trips are cliched, annoying, overused and downright below the belt. Are we going to feel ashamed because 'our selfishness drove a teacher to offer large amounts out of her meagre salary in a selfless attempt to rescue us from the brink of immorality'? DREAM ON. For one thing, my integrity is not going to dissolve because of one lie. And why do I have this totally absurd, I assure you, idea that she's more worried about her reputation than our cough integrity cough?
Quite frankly, THANK YOU for offering to put your name there, and YES, I'm grateful for that. However, you did NOT have to make such a big fuss over stuff and place yourself as a hypocrite because, since you're our teacher, and although I rather doubt debor ah ta n's taste for hiring you, you must at least have two brain cells. (One for hangman, the other for dictionary blu ff, I suppose.) You KNOW we're going to return the money, and yes, we will. Next time, you can just spare us the lecture and get to the point. We really wish to get on with bingo. And you're wasting our time.
Oh, and my mom found the movie ticket stubs. I'm officially grounded, and she even took money away from my diminishing pocket money. BRENDA, I WANT MY TRIBUNE FUND MONEY. Evil child. Sheesh.
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<3 ABC Bingo Taitai's club!
Haha, we're addicted to bingo. So fun! Who cares if it's a taitai game? It's fun! And makes a hell lot of noise. Grins. But super not fair! Gen keeps winning! *twacks gen around with a dead fish*
Haha, lotsa whining here. Oh, and I learnt how to play haidai! Shall learn about the superman thing next. We're so lame. x)
Oh, I watched corpse bride with wormy. Lolx, wormy makes a good boyfriend. x) Seriously, I should just turn lez. So many more choices. Of course, there are also many anti-choices like b a l a. Haha, the plot was non-existent, the characterization mediocre at best, but the SONGS! And the PUNS!
"There's been a grave misunderstanding."
"But I left you!" "For dead."
Haha, So cute! And the songs were so cheery and pretty! <3 especially the skeletons song when Victor first got welcomed into hell.
The ending was, well, fine. I liked that it deviated from the normal ending - victor married victoria in the end, not emily, but if you see it as part of the full story, you can't help but think victor is one heck of a confused guy. Everyone is just so honorable and self-sacrificing it's like a fairy tale. Ugh.
Haha, and then we went to art-friend, where I hn-ed and ha-ed over the beads, and still could not decide what to buy. And for the record, I spent 20 bucks yesterday. I'm, like, so broke. Haha.
I want to sleep. My mom doesn't let me sleep. Ee.
BINGO!!!
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Wednesday, October 05, 2005
OMG cat brought caramel chocolates to school today. OMG. They're delicious. (And I stole a whole load of them from her and others XP)
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Monday, October 03, 2005
"I said our christabel, not MY christabel."
Omg. I think I'm going to die from laughing. Does blah blah even know what she's saying? The whole class was, like, hyperventilating already. I only wish I could see chrissie's face man. That gorilla gets the worst deals.
Speaking of which, Toad and Tofu's current favorite relationship pairing is meXchrissie. AND meXblah. So chris, what does that say about you?
Oh, and you know blah blah and her booking people even though we're, like, TWO minutes late for class and that's cause we were in the toilet and after a practical session? So today, cat gleong and me wanted to go washroom, and it was, like, five minutes before lesson and blah blah was outside the classroom already. We actually went to ask her permission for going lah! And you know what she said? 'Good that you at least thought to ask for permission!'
OMG. The three of us ran laughing (cat and me) giggling (cat and me) and snorting (gleong) all the way to the toilet.
"AH! My arm! Toad, you're cutting off my blood circulation! Sharmini! Leggo! My arm! Ouch ouch!"
Ah yes. Dark waters. How could I forget. We actually wanted to watch another movie, but Lot 1 was pathetically short of movies, so we settled for Dark waters instead (also because farina smart ass conveniently forgot to tell us that it was a ghost movie). You can guess how that turned out.
The initial sitting arrangement was Toad, Me, Sharm, Farina. It started off with me and toad huddling together (that stupid green thing clutching on to my arm like shit) and sharmini grabbing farina cause that idiot wasn't scared (farina, that is). Then halfway, after about half hour of screaming at the teeniest scares, the actual ghost started appearing, and sharm grabbed my OTHER arm, which left me with nothing to block my ears and I was pulling across my seat by two IDIOTS. (and screaming and screaming and screaming away)
Then I had to go toilet, and was damned scared, cause it was like, dark WATERS. Involving a lot of toilets. And no one wanted to accompany me cause it would mean standing outside the cubicle while I peed. So I had to go alone and seeing that the main door swings shut very slowly at first, then very fast, so I thought it closed already, then it BANGed halfway through and I bloody screamed.
Then I went back, and toad changed place halfway, so it was like, Me, Toad, Sharm and farina. So at least I saved myself from one of them and could curl up properly so I didn't need to look at the screen and could block my ears. So the rest of the show was spent staring into the pinafore (me), hands (toad) farina's jacket (sharm) and the screen (farina that ass lah).
Oh, and screaming.
When it ended, I noticed the other movie goers pointing and laughing and sniggering at us. I'm sure we were very good entertainment. And you know what, the story isn't scary at all. It freaking has a happy ending. -_-"
Thank gods mel and chris and brenda wasn't there. They'll have laughed their heads off.
Seriously, we're the most pathetic horror movie watchers ever. x)
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Sunday, October 02, 2005
All carbonates are insoluble. All lead stuff are insoluble, with the exception of lead nitrate, cause all nitrates are soluble. And something iodine and something chloride are insoluble too. That was all I got out of chem. tuition today.
I never knew one could be bored to tears. But there I was, sitting there and yawning, and yawning, and yawning and yawning and yawning and tearing away. So I was, like, yawn. Tear. Wipe tear away. Yawn some more, and freezing my butt off and wondering why we couldn’t be sitting on the balcony where at least I was under the sun.
Oh, and did I mention my tutor was a guy whom I suspect never bathes cause he wears the same shirt EVERY time? Ew. (And he’s super ugly to boot.) Ugh. If you want me to suffer from boredom, at least give me some eye candy right?
Bleah. That nine year old and some other person is coming over today. Joy. And I'm freezing my butt off AGAIN cause they have to come and we have to on the air con. What part of 'it is a perfectly fine day with nice breeze and no need for extra chilling' do my parents not understand? Damnit.
I wanna go for trib meeting with qianni and liju! This is so pissifying. In fact, I NEED to go. Mais NON, I have to stay home and greet this and do my best to act nice to my sister cause we need to keep up appearances. Yay. Whoopeedoo. *deadpan expression*
Shall go and cheer myself up by looking for DIY earrings again.
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Saturday, October 01, 2005
Haha, I got my new wallet today. It's so gay! Purple-pink. I insist that Toad and Tofu have a negative influence on me. I can only hope that someone would shoot me and put me out of my misery if I ever start liking Pink and Neon Green.
On another note, I bought a hairband to appease chenchen. We all know Lichen and hairbands do not go together. I was trying them on in front of sanki in far east on friday and I was like, I look toot. She was like, No, you look disgusting. x) So that's that, but I still got a hairband, cause I cannot get booked, so I'll go around school looking like some super-guai shit. But I shall rummage for hair clips anyway.
I'm making earrings! Searched for pictures of do-able earrings on the net today, and got away with seven pairs. Shall collect the materials (god bless me and my new wallet) and start on them! (and perhaps give chrissie some for her birthday, since that girl's been going 'give it to me!')
OMG. I think I crush my karate instructor. Not the old ones lah, the new young guy. Which is bad, cause he's BALD. (Why can't he be sensible and grow out his hair, I ask you.) But he's oh-so-hot. The muscles! The abs! *squeals* Sadly, he could only come in as a substitute teacher, and the real one is returning next week. *SIGHS*
That said, I still can't remember my kata. (probably cause I was drooling over a certain guy) 21 movements, I think. It's like, so short and I still cannot remember. Why can't I just die. And no, I shall not crush that damned guy cause he's bald. *nods sensibly*
Oh yeah, some chinese-angmoh mix is coming over to my house tomorrow. Pity he's nine years old. (what did you think? *raises eyebrow liqi-style*)
Ahwells. I really should start mugging. Too bad I only like cups, (I was going to say cupping, but it sounds oh-so-bad.)
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Wednesday, September 28, 2005
"See, you didn't see it right? You didn't see it, you didn't see it."
Ah yes. Our amusing blah blah. I realised that we can expect two kinds of blah - the MPS one, which means bad temper and bookings and a foul(er than usual) face, and the cheery one, which spells lame words and traumatizing evil smiles. Me and gengen were convulsing with laughter at the end, and I couldn't get my head off the table for the next five minutes.
We're learning sine and cosine and what the shit rules now, which I have absolutely NO idea what it's about (actually, I never have any idea about anything to do with maths). But I'll probably do just as bad as this for the last few things, so there's no chance of me pulling up my marks this year, I suppose.
"You and that Sharmara and who is that Shakira! What have you been doing to her?"
Soonae, if you're reading this, and I hope you're reading this, can you please tell Limmie that I did nothing to you! Gods, that woman practically thinks I've brainwashed you into getting your bookings! I mean, what did I do? She just accosted me the the library and started accusing me of things I did nothing about! (Me and sharMARA - yes sharm, you remind her that much of Samara - and shakira)
I mean, toad was standing right behind me! How can she think I'm bad when that...that green croaking thing is standing right behind me! I mean, I positively glow with innocence next to her!
"Li Chen ni zen me zhe me bian tai! Ni zhe yang xie zi hui bu hui yi zhi xia qu!"
-_-" Chenchen always bully me one! What did I do to her? (chrissie and cat and brenda absolutely adore her, and I wonder why) I'm, like, perpetually her favorite victim. I wouldn't be surprised if my end-of-year report went like "lichen is a bian tai" (in case you were wondering what the above quote was, it's 'lichen why you so pervert! Are you going to go on writing like this?")
"I am currently very conflicted. Lord lichy has ordered me to kill you - very painfully, he added, but I really want to give you fifty crucios. Vati dear, which should I choose?"
Ah, our favorite way to spend our day. x) (me and cat's) Apparently I'm lord 'Lichenmoss', kitty's padma patil, chrissie's parvati, Brenda lucius malfoy, Liqi longbottom, Mean Mel, the half-blood Toad, and I apparently have an army of Tofu eaters. (So dumbledore changed his name to tofu. RoGwartS is so going to fall.) I supposedly kidnapped Padma, who wrote to her sister for help, but the idiotic sister wrote padma an eulogy instead, so Padma became my tofu eater. And Lucius added 'hail caesar! love, LM' at the end of padma's eulogy. I've asked padma to murder parvati, but it turned out that parvati has a secret gore fetish and Liqi Longbottom is going to die in the gryffindor twin's stead.
To be continued...
"Stupid mel. And toad. You suck. You really, REALLY SUCK."
Ahwells. I said that. They hid my bag when I went to the toilet. And apparently Liqi was the mastermind. MONKEY, YOU'RE DEAD.
I really should go do jian bao now.
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Tuesday, September 27, 2005
We had trib exco meeting today. It didn't go very well, methinks. We should have been louder with our thoughts, methinks. It was basically me and qianni and liju and guojun talking, and it's mostly the number of issues and CCA discipline that we had major problems with, and out of that the not-very-solveable one is CCA discipline, and the troublesome one is issues. I still don't agree with some things in the issues, but even without those, the general outlook for issues is still undefined and needs improvement. But generally I was too pessimistic and paranoid and being a worrywart and Qianni was too idealistic, so we need to work on a compromise.
After that we stayed back to discuss more issues, and after we finished no one wanted to go home so we chatted about celestial zone. Haha, I still like Chi Zue and Jian Ao. x) Even though everyone there is so mary sue and gary stu. (well, comics and fiction are different. Who can say that the x-men are sues and stus?)
Anyway, I <3 beer. Even though it gives me hiccups and is bitter, it is so tasty. x) I gtg check mail now. x)
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Sunday, September 25, 2005
Haha, went to watch The Myth today. A load of crap and waste of my time, methinks. The only good thing about the movie is that it has good effects and actors, and the humor was funny, even if it relied a tad bit too far on the lame side.
Oh, and did I mention that it's name is really, really befitting? So befitting, in fact, that the whole show's really absurd and retarded. Ha. Myth. Hahaha. *sense the sarcasm here*
So, due to boredom when watching the damned thing, I made up a list of the good and bad things about dengue fever.
The good:
You get to skip school. For a long, long time. You don't need to do homework. You get to play. You get to check out if your hospital neighbour is a hot ang moh. No Ba ala ala.
The bad:
You're sick. Really sick. Physically. (and mentally and emotionally, but that's already done and for good, so why bother) You feel sick. You don't have internet excess. You might get someone like residential molester as a hospital ang moh. Your homework comes back to you when you're back. There's a higher chance of you dying when you catch the next strain.
Ahwells. But if it comes at a handy time *coughEOYcough* I'll gladly take the risks.
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Saturday, September 24, 2005
WHY CAN'T THEY LEAVE ME ALONE. Like HELLO, I do not sit there, WATCHING TELEVISION AND NOT BOTHERING YOU AT ALL, JUST SO THAT YOU CAN HARRASS ME WITH YOUR INANE REQUESTS!
I am pissed. I am friggin' pissed. Like, hello, is it TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR SOME PEACE??? What the FUCK did I do to you? Not like I don't play my part right? I don't talk to you, I don't touch your things, I don't do ANYTHING to you, I fricking don't even make eye contact! IS IT TOO MUCH FOR ME TO ASK THAT YOU AT LEAST GIVE ME THE SAME IN RETURN!!! But NO, you HAVE to bother me to fetch water for you because you're too FAT and LAZY and USELESS to do so YOURSELF.
How do I get the friggin message across your thick, empty skull - I don't like you. I don't care you're my sister. I couldn't care less if you died. If you talk to me after I'm dead it's an eternity too soon. I treat you civilly. So you might as well do me a favor and RETURN THE FAVOR by pretending I don't EXIST. It's not so hard, you know. Ignore me. Pretend there's no one like Lichen. I've done it to you all your life. It's not so hard, you know. And VERY REWARDING.
And to my mother, HOW I TREAT THAT USELESS PIECE OF RATPOO IS MY BUSINESS. If she's too lazy to get her own water, I do NOT, I repeat, do NOT have the obligation to get it for her. I don't call her annoying, fat, useless, irritating LOSER to her face. Is that not enough?
BUT NO, even if she STEALS my things and SPOIL them and CONTAMINATE them, I still have to continue lending them to her because we are related by blood. Get this clear: I can't care less. She can die now and the only thing I'll do is the can-can.
Capiche?
Soon ae has a super chio sister. Sharmini has a super smart sister. I have a useless LOSER for a sister. Not only that, she's a TWO-FACED, LYING, DESPERATE SCUMBAG. No wonder she hasn't any friends. She's a SUCK-UP and a FUCK-UP.
I really wouldn't mind if you just got OUT OF MY LIFE. FOREVER. FOR GOOD.
In fact, why don't you do me this one tiny favor and just LEAVE ME ALONE.
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Friday, September 23, 2005
Haha, how long was it since I last blogged? (yesterday, actually, but the com crashed and erased my entry, together with 2/3 of my physics brochure, damnit. Ahwells. So, here I am.
We got back a grand total of 2 SA marks this week. None of which were good. Of course, chrissie will kill me for saying this, seeing that I did manage to do better than her, but I'll say we screwed it together. Hm...must be her influence. Haha, I am moving to beside cat and away from her evil aura!
Toad and I are lame. Wenting and I are lame. Can you think of the disaster if the three of us are put together?
Oh yes, went for LSL again today. The p1-3 pupils were just so annoying. Hannah kept stealing my pencil case's things, and Ester threw a fit cause Melmel was used to their behavior and put hers out of reach. Then there was this guy in red shirt who was being such a sexist male chavaunistic pig, I just wanted to slap him. Didn't help that he thinks he's very funny either.
I swear, the p6 kids are a godsend. After helping hannah finish her xi2 zi4, I (finally!) escaped over to help them, and my sanity was restored. I think mary will have a very fun time reading the letter I wrote (and mel snatched the paper off halfway xP) then. Then we had badminton with the guys and went home. Haha, it was okay lah, but I'm never going near Hannah and the red-shirt guy again.
Then went home and had karate. Am trying to coerce blackmail force persuade my junior to have it too. I'm such a thoughtful senior, see. Shut up, toad. Mel also. And monkey and brenda and chrissie and yuching and who else may visit.
Anyway, I think I will die in karate. Can't even remember a kata now, and I've had gawd knows (and my mom too, I suppose) how many lessons. Sigh.
There goes my imaginary abs.
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Monday, September 19, 2005
I have a very bad feeling about maths test. Ba ala was so snappish in class today. I think all my not handing in assignments have finally caught up with her and she's going to take it out on my test paper and I'll end up getting some horrendous mark like 28/40 or BELOW. And I'll never make my 80% mark this year. GAHHHHHH. I'm so screwed.
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Saturday, September 17, 2005
We had karate demo today for latern festival. (how it links is beyond me) Anyway, one of the demos is how to defend yourself against stupid men who attack you, and the 'victim' was this karate-ka. Thing is, she was only wearing sports bra and cargo pants - a la kim possible - and she had a GOOD bod, man. I want one! (of course, seeing it's me, quite impossible) Oh god, I shall, like, not skimp off the karate lessons anymore. (another impossible goal)
And there were hot guys. Karate guys. HOT!!!
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Haha. I bought more earrings yesterday. x) shall show them to chrissie-poo and make her jealous. Haha, she's so lalala over earrings, then she'll go 'give them to me'. x)
Had sheseido (sp?) makeup lesson also. I, like, so didn't like the colors provided, so I put little little only. x) But I like the two darkest lip gloss colors. Am going to use the voucher to buy more lip gloss! And I need to like, buy whatever shit for my eyebrows. They're non-existent.
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Thursday, September 15, 2005
PHYSICS AND SS ARE OVER! OVER, you hear me, OVER! *does a happy jig*
Haha, Toad came over yesterday (and was the general cause of a lot of mayhem with bowling balls and coke cups and being mean to poor chrissie-poo) and was an idiot so I happily told the class about her idiocy this morning. x) So she told them about me not changing my bra since yesterday afternoon. Oops, haha. Secret's out. So I don't bathe in the mornings. x)
Oh, and speaking of which, I'm never going near susanta with a ten-foot barge pole again unless I'm wearing more...susanta-resilient straps. That idiot.
Oh yeah, and had chem post test today afternoon, and by the time I got out, Lydia had finished visiting nicole with glow, and I was supposed to meet gleong and cat and rachel (dunno which one) at bouna vista mrt, but the damned bus took too long, so I didn't go in the end, and poor gen and cat and rach had to wait for nothing. sowee. x)
Anyway, met yiting on the bus, so we went to lot 1 and I bought this little trinklet that was meant for my handphone but I put it on my pencil case anyway cause it was chibi sesshy and I need to stare at sesshy to keep my cool. Then she had to go so I went to the lib and got some stupid action book that made me want to re-start my science-fic fic.
Haha, weird day(s).
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Tuesday, September 13, 2005
THANKS WENNIE FOR BABE!!! <3 *i can finally thank her after sending it to the wash x)* It's sooooo CUTE!!! *squeals*
Okay, mary's...THING.
Twenty facts about yours truly:
1) I should be doing RS now. 2) Actually, I need to be doing a LOT of things now. 3) I hate doing homework. 4) Why can't I be like Mary and go to Canada and meet cute guys and have nice dances? 5) I want to die. 6) I will DIE without my specs *literally and figuratively, seeing that 308 is SOOO amused picking at a blind girl (glares)* 7) I want to sleep. 8) I like shopping. 9) I need money. 10) technically I am quite rich now as tribune fund owes me like twenty bucks and sharmini fifteen. 11) I am so dead for physics and SS. 12) I want to buy a lot of stuff. 13) I want THREE people in short to die. 14) God hates me and lets them live. 15) I like food. 16) I want to go overseas so that I never have to listen to the propaganda from our darling men in white and our principals again. 17) The above statement does not include north korea and america. 18) my chinese file is due soon. 19) Some people are just so unsensitive. 20) I have come to the end of this.
So...yeah. I really want to sleep now. Do you think I should set my alarm at 3 in the morning to do work and sleep now?
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Monday, September 12, 2005
Haha, I skewered my social studs test. *maybe I shouldn't have told wuwu pigs remind me of her before* I am so screwed! Gah!
Oh, and we interviewed the counsellor today. It was damned complicated and messy. First we went into the room with the nice couch and view outside the guidance center, then she asked us to go in (and that was after we arranged everything nicely) then she asked us to go out again then after we rearranged everything the anselm cheew chased us in, then chased us out, then we had to barge into the counsellor's personal room. Makes no sense, I know. The situation didn't.
Oh, and then me and sharm went to eat, then we had neos, which was damned fun cause the timer jammed and we had all the time we want to decorate the neos. Then she was experimenting with certain features and screwed up her face (a.k.a made her eyes small and slanted) and didn't know how to change back. When we (I) finally figured out five minutes later, she was so relieved and I was dying of laughter at the whole situation. But the neos were damned nice! Sat we're going to dress up and do more poses at the place cause we have unlimited decoration time and get more nice neos!
Haha, then we went to her house to study but ended up bitching. x)
And I really should sit down and mug physics now. Okay, I will start soon.
I will.
Willpower.
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Sunday, September 11, 2005
I'm so gonna die for physics. I can imagine it now. Thiock will take one look at my test paper and laugh, sawing off my head and spearing it at the tip of a wooden stick Lord of the Flies style, grab Chngchng and dance salsa around it. Then Ba la will come and snatch the stick off (with my head there, mind you), and worship her darling Brenda with it, who happens to be terrorizing people with her bdae present with fei as her accomplice who will then tie all the stuffed pigs up with our school ties.
Bad mental images.
On a better note, I love my new watch. <3 And my new shoes. And my new jeans. And my hair chopstick. And my earrings. And my shirt. And my mp3 (actually, it's just the idea of having one now) *loves* This week has been very materialistically beneficial for me.
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Saturday, September 10, 2005
I'm baack! x) Haha, Taiwan is so stupid, with all the hills and trees until I feel like puking my guts out. So funny lorh. Our tour guide is so amusing. x) He got a catch phrase, and it's so stupid, like, not a normal, nice one but 'yi2 lu4 zou3 lai2'. So it's like taiwan yi lu zou lai or wo men yi lu zou lai a hundred times a day. x)
Then we were like, just grazing the surface of everything taiwan has to offer. Zou2 ma3 guan1 hua1 lor. -_-" Cause we only had 4 days of being toured around taiwan, and like, 14 hours per day were spent on the bus travelling on rocky hills and puking. (but we watched stupid videos and learnt many many perverted jokes. x))
Taxi drivers in taiwan are so farnee. they're so chatty and so happy to bitch about the government (which one depending on political preference, duh). Our first one was a female who was so cheery (at bloody 11 at night) and saying that she likes all the cute political characters. -_-" *amused*
Haha, there was this joke about Taiwan being victim to water (flood tsunami and thingamajigs) cause their president is shui bian. (water bash) So amusing.
But there was this super disgusting shop which sold lingzhi and DEER FOETUS. As it, they catch mother deers, split their wombs open, take out the foetuses and dry them and their quality is dependant on how red the foetuses are (a.k.a the amount of blood) and to eat it you have to smash the dried foetus up and then grind it into powder. EWWWWW.
And guess what? I bought jeans! Miss I-hate-jeans-cause-trying-them-on-is-depressing bought jeans! okay, so they only cost S$11, but I like them! x) And earrings (S$5) and bubblegum and cds (2 for S$22!) and hair chopsticks (2 for S$8.40). (and I was looking for racerback bras, but couldn't find any. Damnit. Nor were there any with changeable straps *or maybe it's just cause I dunno how to change them x)*)
Oo And I got new shoes. x) One cost S$70 cause they were nikey, but the other one which I like better anyway, cost only S$20 and they're super nice.
Haha, I sound super bimbo. Melmel will hit me. x)
Oh, and I got bdae prezzies for brenda and fei! Quick, thank me! *okay, fei's isn't complete yet, and mel share with me can?*
Oh yeah, and we visited temples also. LOTS OF IT. *so boring*
But the air lounges are sooo nice! We got into the Silver Kris one, and I dunno why, but got lots of ang mohs there, so very nice scenery also. x) You just sit there and talk talk with the random cute guy (chad) beside you or bitch with a girl (Charlene, but that's on the return journey) about stupid bimbo jap girls. And they serve super nice soup and FREE FLOW WINE!!! from year 1864 somemore! I was, like, O.o and so got a little tipsy for the return journey lah.
I CANNOT GO TO VANCOUVER!!! WHYYYYYYY! Stupid uncle drive for five days and five nights to move to TORONTO!!! The IDIOT! Whyyyyy.
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Saturday, September 03, 2005
If I were in dire situations (a.k.a no money, no home, no nothing), and I had one wish, I'd ask for a card to the air lounges. It's fab.
Daddy got us in (he got the card, the lucky guy), and from then on everything is free, and that includes wine and haagen dazs ice cream and miso soup. x) And we also have bathrooms, places to sit at, computers (guess where I am?) and whatnot.
I love this place.
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I just realised how much fei was into bondage. Seriously, you give her an innocent stuffed pig, and she'll take ties and tie it up and strangle it. Diaos.
Oh, and me and melmel bought quills yesterday. The black ones were out, damnit, so we had to get the white ones, but that didn't matter cause it was pretty anyway. x) Am going to cut them once I'm back from Taiwan.
Oh yes, and Karate was yesterday evening, and I realised that the person who was going to represent singapore in the commonwealth competition thingie, lam peiyi, I think, is from the same dojo as me. So the teacher was showing her off and making her show us the katas, and he was GOOD. Whenever she punches her gi would make this sort of ruffle, and she gives off an air of predator hunched up and ready to strike. x)
And if the broad shoulders and six-pack like hers is what I'm going to get from karate, I'm damned happy about it. x) But at the rate I slack off whatever shit exercises, you can bet I'm only going to get them about 100 years into this.
There are no cute guys in karate. How depressing.
I received Mary's package! Yay! The card was absolutely delightfully adorable.
Tata!
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Thursday, September 01, 2005
Teacher day celeb was okay lah, but I really missed the teachers' performances, cause after the students' one there was only the singing, and wuwu seriously should just give up her voice box and NEVER open her mouth again, cause she canNOT sing to save her life (or money, which is seriously more important). All she could do was stand on stage and attempt to look cool - failing miserably in the process - hogging the mike to her horrendous voice as Mrs Anis, the GOOD singer, actively shared her mike. I think she didn't even recognize the sarcasm as we yelled down 'Ms W u, nice shoes!'. Loser. L.O.S.E.R.
Oh, but J toh has such a FAB voice!
Cause he was singing 'Superstition', and there was this part when he went all low and rumbly and gravelly and it was so sexy and hot and GORGEOUS he should just replace gerald-bulter's voice.
I think we should start a J Toh fanclub. The JT fans. Or the JT voice's fans. Same difference, cause the voice is what matters anyway. Then the icon can be his pixellized face (we DO need to uphold some semblance of appearance after all). This is so sad. I mean, TWO of all our male teachers can sing, and one of them has a HUGE potbelly and horrendeous face and just about everything else, save his guitar skills, whilst the other is a two-timing, ugly, attached GAY male. Confirmed. We lead sad lives.
Oh, then we went to FERNVALE to visit Mrs. Chandra. The journey was SOOO long. Then after that she treated us ALL to lunner, so I feel super bad now. x) And we're supposed to organize a gathering (guess what'll come out of THAT) for the ex 6A-ians. Oh yeah, and she's nicer now. We sat around a table (the boys sat on another, the anti-social batch, probably scared ---- would ask them to pass message that she doesn't like the penguin-walk guy) and bitched about our current teachers (blah blah and hangman woman and silicon head), then she was like, I wonder if you did the same thing in primary school.
Hey! We were so guai then lorh. *she raised her brows at that part*
Then we went to Soon Ae's house to play some more. Her brother is so monkey-ish! He was literally leaping frog-style from place to place, and he's SOOO flexible (that sounds sooo bad) and he was, like, doing splits and putting his legs behind his head and whatnot whilst we were playing uno and happy family. *Siti is sooo funny.* After that we went to the piano (where soon ae's bro climbed ONTO the piano and looked like a decorative ornament) and Toad can play reaaaaalllly well. As in, REALLY well. *am jealous. hmmph* Then we went up and played truth and dare and some really REALLY stupid thing came up. *we really shouldn't have done that*
Then we slacked some more and went home at, about, nine.
Oh yeah, and we gave p chia her tiger. The card we'll give her on friday. x)
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Monday, August 29, 2005
Okay, I just got Ms Chia's present for Teachers' Day. It's an EIGHTY-EIGHT CM STUFFED TIGER. And it's super soft and squishie and cute.
Oh yeah, and I'm having second thoughts about giving it to her now. I WANT IT FOR MYSELF!!! (But I can't afford it, damn.) If not for the fact that it's a present, I would have been cuddling up to it THIS VERY SECOND. As it is, I was hugging it through the plastic bag the way home from Lot 1. *it's so soft and squishie and the fur is so silky. whimpers*
Oh, and THANKS BRENDA FOR THE SCORES!!! They're delightfully soulful and melodious and easy to play yet with a nice tune. *Well, I chose it, actually, so what can you expect? I should help Fei make more mistakes when choosing presents for brenda next time.* <3 Brenda.
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Sunday, August 28, 2005
Reason for going overseas at the first chance I get numero uno - the theme parks.
Went to Escape today. Granted, we were there for physics PT, but it was a theme park, and sufficient time had passed from my last visit to said place for me to forget the inadequecies of the place, so I went with every intention of enjoying myself.
Oh, and I arrived at the mrt station late, so was almost da-ed by meng nan and Liqi, but Goh Tian was nice (unlike her cousin) and she and meng nan were my sanity rescuers when Liqi whipped out her monkey pencil case and started playing with it on the mrt. (Liqi, how old are you?)
Oh yeah, since EVERYONE knows the absolutely marvelously FAST speed at which Chinkie eats, and since she always arrives early, we made her go to Macs and start eating first, so that we didn't have to WAIT FOR HER TO FINISH. And note, that was when we were EIGHT stops away from pasir ris.
Okay, so we arrived at PR, went to macs, met chink, and went to buy food, then eat. (And listen to this - chinkie had half an hour head start, and she STILL finished late.) Oh yeah, and I lost my measuring tape. Liqi almost killed me.
Okay, the first thing we had to calculate was the ferris wheel, which no one wanted to take cause it was so BORING. Then whilst me and mel went to the roller coaster, liqi, leening and chinkie went to do the flying shit.
And I tell you, the roller coaster was some shit indeed. I mean, this must be the only roller coaster on earth where me and mel will get on, strap in, ride and discuss energy conversion through the whole ride. Like this -> The the train went up the ramp: me: I feel overly large. This compartment is too small. The train went down the ramp: Mel: this is stupid. Me: This is noisy. Potential energy to kinetic energy and sound energy. The train did some loops and more ramps: Mel: and thermal energy also. And so on.
Then we were q-ing up for the wet and wild ride when it broke down. damn it.
Okay, so I screamed for the pirate ship. But initially only okay! After that it got boring, so I started singing. <3 Gen leong managed to get some possibly incriminating videos of my ride, but she forgot to zoom in, so I'm safe. x)
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Saturday, August 27, 2005
I've just realized that I'm pathetically technology-uninclined.
See, the events went like this: Mary called me. Her phone was malfunctioning. I was supposed to call her back. She gave me her number. And I dialed it. And the phone refused to register it as a real number. So I could not get through to her. Damnit.
Apparently, there is such a thing as a country code, a genius invention that I have only learnt n hours after said incident. And there I was, wondering if I had to punch in 001 or something like that.
I should just give up my license as a human in the twenty first century.
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Sunday, August 21, 2005
My parents are out. FINALLY. But now I'm bored. And I don't want to call people and chatting on msn is not taking up enough time by far, the damned thing. (nor do i want to start on bio)So.Ah yes, Mary called this morning. <3
Oh yeah, there was this talk on homosexuality, but knowing our school, it was more like lesbianism-is-a-disease-and-is-disgusting-and-you-are-weird-if-you-are-one-and-should-be-condemned-in-society talk. Granted, I can't stand lesbians (I wasn't for it in the first place, and that was before i met them), but I just hated the blatant brain-washing. Don't worry Deborah Tan dahling! Mine's sparkling clean already!
But then again, how stupid could the talk people get? Homosexuality IS a matter of genetics. Of course, there are cases where people are confused and have an identity crisis or were traumatized by whatever crap during childhood, but the die-hard cases are more or less genetics. In a way, it IS a disorder, like a mutation or cancer or something, except the only consequences are social isolation and a pain in the ass. Oi, I never said I was tactful. But still. As long as Lezzies go NOWHERE near me, I'm sympathetic to them. (Yeah, I'm a hypocrite, I know.)
I mean, knowing the two suspected-and-just-about-confirmed lezzies are traumatizing enough. (And why I have to know the only two in our school, I have NO idea. Fate enjoys toying with me.) It's not like I think it's a catcheable thing really, but to think they have sexual attraction to my sex whilst I don't towards theirs cause IT'S THE SAME SEX, is SCARY. And christabel-knows-who isn't keeping her hands towards herself much, really, and NEITHER is the residential molester. I'm not sure which is worse.
Oh yeah, they were talking about childhood trauma leading to lesbianism. Knowing Sharmini is traumatizing. Being in the same class as brenda is traumatizing. Heck, having these three english teachers I'm having is traumatizing! (If i never play hangman again it'll be just fine with me) But I'm not turning les anytime soon, not-so-soon, or even remotely in the far future, am I?
Okay, this is turning into a heavy lesbian-bashing entry. Honestly, I'm fine with them living their own lives out there, as long as they don't affect us. It's like...JT playing hangman with someone who actually likes to play with her. As long as she doesn't ask us to take part, we don't really give a damn. They deserve their rights, cause homosexuality doesn't suddenly turn someone into an animal, and even then there're animal rights.
Oh dear, homo-phobic chrissie is influencing me. Don't worry, I still have absolutely nothing against slash. <3
But the main point is, if someone's born a homo, you can't change it. You can help identity crisis-ed people, and you can guide someone to a more publically-accepted sexual preference, but I think they're just avoiding the issue, or maybe they're just too scared and cowardly to accept the fact that homos are natural (literally) and one day they WILL be able to walk and do the same things with their lover as straight people can in public.
And really, I HATE deluded people.
My sis, the annoying prat, is back. Damn it.
Bio is in a few days time. I NEED to start. I NEED INFORMATION. WHY THE HECK DID I NOT TAKE ENOUGH DURING LESSONS???
Okay, I shall rest for the weekend and chiong starting from monday.
My aunt cooks delicious noodles. Yum.
Oh yeah, Xiaolu is now good friends with Kavya. How...amusing. But really, I should have known.
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Saturday, August 20, 2005
It is so strange. Everytime after some emotional, trying trial or tribulation, or perhaps just some induced inner reflection, one would look back at times before and feel that they've matured and grown from before, and remark that he or she was 'really naive before'. It matters not how many times this happens, one'll always be more mature in the present as compared to the past, and similarly more so in the future as to now.
Sometimes I wonder if there's actually a state one can reach when he or she'll finally be 'mature'. As a child, one tries to be so by acting older, but as teenagers, one gives in to childish cravings, believing to be mature enough than acting thus. If I had met myself three years ago, I would have slapped her. Who knows how it'll be when one's an adult.
We all know the dictionary meaning of 'mature' - Of, relating to, or characteristic of full development, either mental or physical. But what exactly is this state of 'full development'? We also know what society considers mature. 'Don't fight with you sister, it is immature.' 'It's such a petty squabble. He's so immature.' 'You can't always get your way. Stop being so immature.'
Amusingly, when my mom was saying that last sentence to my sister today, she was the one being immature. She didn't accept criticism, and thus called my sis immature so as to avoid facing the truth. (granted, that brat IS immature and petty and irritating and useless and annoying)
So what exactly is maturity? Or is it just some term we came up and applied connotations to so we could use it on everyone who was making life difficult for us? Many confuse immaturity with childishness. If those who are reading my blog can't tell the difference between those, I will personally go over and slap you.
Is naivety bad? Personally, the only reason I see why that is bad about it is that it acts as rose-tinted glasses, leaving us vulnerable to the cunning and the sly. But if everyone never lost that strand of naivety, everyone would be so much happier. (But the human race would be much weaker, for we'll be content and never bother to strive for greater things.)
Perhaps all we need is to stop all these labelling. We have a right to strive for what we want. Maturity be damned, our character is ours alone and needs no labelling to restrict us.
And as for restricting another's comfort for one's pleasure, well, that is conscience, not maturity.
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Friday, August 19, 2005
Karate is a major bang in the head. Not only can I NOT keep my balance, there is now this new 'cat' move, which majorly hurts my feet and makes me tilt in all weird directions. How I'm supposed to attack someone on this eludes me. I mean, I can probably learn the catwalk faster, but that's rather useless for getting out of a stupid situation. *If it doesn't keep me into deeper shit, that is*
Not to mention I even forgot to wear my retainers down. Speaking of retainers, Toad is a damned idiot. She ALWAYS catches me doing something not-to-be-seen with them, like TAKING THEM OFF. I should just get a radar and keep tabs on her so I can do so safely. *mutters*
Oh yeah. Me and Mel went to Taka today to waste away time before our LSL, and we went about looking for birthday presents for irritating people (tofu) and not-so-irritating people (fei2) and evil people (gen and mary). There was this art and craft shop that was SO UTTERLY UBERLY COOL. I mean, where else do you get authentic disks of wood with the bark in their perfect state of imperfection? And gigantic-for-writing quills? And uber cute little fluff-balls? And LOTS MORE AND LOTS MORE AND LOTS MORE. I'm, like, probably going to spend over 20 bucks there lorh.
Oh yeah, we found two types of notebooks for Mary. There's the elegant diary sort of thing, then there's the bimbotic with women on the cover and whatnot notebooks. (I myself can't choose, but the latter's definitely for school.) Ahwells. We'll buy one for mary and I'll get the other for myself.
Oh yeah, and then there's these uber-cool wax sticks and stamps for making seals. I wanna that also. (but then again, I want a lot of things)
Sometimes I don't know whether to pity you or to laugh in your face. You live in your idealistic world, with morals and convictions that would only survive in a perfect world. You scorn similiarites between people and support individuality, fighting for freedom of expression irregardless of consequences. You think you're smart with your ideas and 'scientific' brain, but the result as everyone can see is always failure, but even then your thick head refuses to accept the truth. You want freedom of expression, to stand up for your rights, but a serial murderer can hardly do as he wants. You scorn society, saying that one has no individuality anymore, yet sometimes there IS no individuality to find. We laugh, we cry, and we frown. At different things, maybe, but in the end, we're all the same. You try so hard to stand out that you STICK out, and sometimes you just have to realise that some matters are not for you to take into your own hands. Pathetic, really, to throw away oneself in order to express that. I don't know what I ever saw in you, but at least that was two years ago, and I thank god I've woken up.
Sorry about that, I was chatting today, then they were talking about someone I haven't even THOUGHT about in the past, say, 22 months, and I suddenly realise how lucridous and ridiculous she is, and how utterly deluded I had been to absurdly actually think she had a point. *mutters disgustedly*
Okaayyy, this post is DEFINITELY taking a turn for the worse here. Au revoir!
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Thursday, August 18, 2005
Lolx. Spent the afternoon drawing three-oh-eggs. (And I like the name) We had chinese presentation today. I think I sucked. Majorly. Firstly, I was bursting into insane laughter - well, just the image of Yu Ching grabbing my arm and saying 'de...you go tell her...I love her...I cannot live without her' was enough to send me into fits - and I think Chenchen wasn't very pleased with me. *when is she ever?* But Liqi and Chinkie and Melmel were great, and Melmel was so meng!
Melmel, I crush you! *mel runs away as lichen chases after her with a huge boulder and attemps to crush her* Er...stupid mistake. *mel turns back with a hand ready to slap people and lichen runs away screaming*
Don't really feel like blogging anymore. O.o
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Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Er yeah. I have chinese PT in a few hours .
Put an x by all the things you've done in your life.
( ) smoked a cigarette ( ) crashed a friend's car ( ) stolen a car (x) been in love ( ) been dumped ( ) shoplifted ( ) been fired () been in a fist fight ( ) snuck out of your parent's house (x) had feelings for someone who didn't have them back (hello, technically, they CAN'T like me back cause they don't know I exist. Damn it. Should stop crushing TV ang mohs.) ( ) been arrested (x) gone on a blind date *mutters* stupid matchmaking friends (x) lied to a friend (x) skipped school ( ) seen someone die ( ) had a crush on one of your internet friends (x) been to Canada ( ) been to Mexico (x) been on a plane (x) purposely set a part of yourself on fire Ahwells. I was upset that my hair had been cut, so... *but it was OFF my head by then! I'm not insane!!!* (x) eaten Sushi (x) been skiing - :( (x) met someone in person from the internet ( ) been moshing at a concert (x) taken painkillers ( ) love someone or miss someone right now (x) laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by - Trib outing ( ) made a snow angel (x) had a tea party (x) flown a kite (x) built a sand castle (x) gone puddle jumping (x) played dress up ( ) jumped into a pile of leaves - YET, i insist ( ) gone sledding (x) cheated while playing a game (x) been lonely (x) fallen asleep at work/school (x) used a fake id (x) watched the sun set ( ) felt an earthquake (x) touched a snake ( ) slept beneath the stars (x) witnessed a crime (x) questioned your heart - Ah NO, I'm a robot! ( ) been obsessed with post-it notes (x) squished barefoot through the mud (x) been lost (x) been to the opposite side of the country ( ) swam in the ocean (x) felt like dying - let's count. Bio PT, Chinese PT, soon physics PT (x) cried yourself to sleep (x) played cops and robbers ( ) recently colored with crayons (x) sung karaoke (x) paid for a meal with only coins (x) done something you told yourself you wouldn't (x) made prank phone calls - pretending to be from pregnancy-help-hotline some more. I rock. (x) laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose - yeah yeah. I know. ( ) ate dog/cat food (x) told a complete stranger you loved them - every single april fools. ( ) kissed a mirror ( ) didnt take a shower for a week. ( ) pick and ate an apple right off the tree ( ) climbed a tree ( ) had a tree house (x) are scared to watch scary movies alone. (x) believe in ghosts ( ) have more then 30 pairs of shoes ( ) worn a really ugly outfit to school just to see what others would say ( ) gone streaking ( ) gone doorbell ditching (x) played chicken (x) been pushed into a pool/hot tub with all your clothes on ( ) broken a bone (x) been easily amused (x) caught a fish (from a pond) (x) ate a fish ( ) caught a butterfly (x) laughed so hard you cried ( ) cried so hard you laughed (x) cheated on a test (x) have/had a Britney Spears CD (x) forgotten someones name ( ) French braided someones hair ( ) gone skinny dipping in a pool (x) been threatened to be kicked out of your house ( ) been kicked out of your house ( ) been pushed into the snow w/ shorts & a tanktop on
Does taking away some questions count as cheating?
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Monday, August 15, 2005
Haha Mel, I'm just shocked at being called pampered, which is totally unfair cause I'll rather have money than my own room anyway.
WOW WENTING. 100 and 60. Both not expensive HOR.
ANYWAY. I'm PEEVED. What bloody right has the bastard to throw K's work back into her face? No effort? HELLO, at least she's not the one LEAVING ORAL EXAM PAPERS in an unlocked room. And K didn't, like, just pop out to photocopy them and sell them for 100 bucks, er...why? (Though if we knew this would happen, we would, just like, give them out for free. In fact, I would have PAID people to spread it out even more. *Imsuchabitch*)
Ahwells. K, I totally support you if you want to have a petition. Or we can track down the RJC-same-issue responsible people. I'm sure they'll love the article, seeing that our darling fellow Singaporeans have nothing better to do than to place such an inordinately large amount of attention on us anyway.
But then again, why waste time? Just complain to your mother lah. She'll probably call up the office and complain and nag and nag until he's fired. Can't say you'll miss him. *thank god I'll never have him as a teacher*
Okay, enough ranting. Chinese due tomorrow. Ah shit. I still need to draw out the story.
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Sunday, August 14, 2005
Just went to Mel's blog. WHAY! I'm not pampered okay! Just because I have my own room and my own toilet and my own computer doesn't mean I'm pampered! x6
1) And OF COURSE I have my own room. There are three rooms. There are my parents, me, and my sister. So, naturally, I have my own room.
b) At the rate everyone in the house uses my toilet cause it's on the lower floor, it's not really mine anyway. It's just inside my room.
3) EVERYONE uses my com. Even when they have their TV-connected one upstairs. So it's technically not mine also, just that I hog it most of the time.
Besides, I don't have my own section of the rooftop (that's my sis), and TV-connected computer (parents), a FOUR STORY bungalow with an attic (STUPID CHRISTABEL), and 100+ dollar jackets (ROTTEN TOFU), my own ibook (LIYANA WILL DIE) or a GRAND PIANO (MAHRIEEEEEEE).
Oh yeah - I finished my individual report. Shall draw now, and if I feel tired, plan the tribune speech (though knowing my penchant for such things, I'll just go impromptu and it'll go so much smoother)
MARY WENT ONLINE TODAY. MUAHAHAHA. Chatted for a while. x) *shall go and search for nice notebooks*
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GAH GAH GAH GAH GAH. I so hate chinese. Guess what? I'm using my mother's com, have been staring at the TV screen for the past two hours, started typing 15 minutes ago and only finished 418 words. (Okay, make it 498 now)
Sheesh. Chinese is so hard to type. Not counting my less than satisfactory grasp of the language, typing it in a computer is so troublesome, but I cannot write cause I probably don't know how to for half the words.
Haha, shall go and try to finish it before 12. At least I don't need to worry about the word count anymore.
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Friday, August 12, 2005
Toad's blog is really, REALLY depressing. I mean, here I am, worrying shit about chinese PT, and not starting cause the book is with liqi now, and there she writes:
finished chinese PT today. Cheers!
on her blog. That girl is a bloody asshole okay.
On another note, here are the urls temporarily. I'll fix them up when I have time (when I realise how)
Accuracy of these stuff are subject to memory, but I checked and they're all right. Mary's blog has more links. Any kind soul to remind me of Genni's blog?
Got to DIE now. Bye bye.
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Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Of course I'm ego, liqi darling. I can be ego cause I don't have an english name and so I get to choose my own. Unlike ppl like Mel and Mary and other random people. x)
Even though, annoyingly, the ICA ppl refuse to let me edit my name without legal documents. Or religious documents. And you all know I have none of both. So Lichen it is. Unless I learn from Alexis and be Zemaine!!! (which, I happily add, makes good graffiti)
Haha, got my sweater today from This Fashion with Chinkie. 14 bucks only lor. And it looks nicer than the random sweaters at 49.90 in Heeren. And it has a pretty pretty hood and pockets to stick my hands in. (Btw, we saw wenting's sweater in Jurong Point also, and it was over 100 bucks. Tsk tsk. Rich people, I say disapprovingly. Let's kidnap her and demand her sweater) So mine looks like a black hoodie with white sleeves. Me likes!
Mary finally replyed to my mail. Lucky gal, her, in Vancouver with all the SHAGs and she complains of boredom?!? Ass, that girl lah.
(I realize that I'm blogging a lot. Well, seeing that I don't do homework, I DO need something to occupy my time whilst randomly chatting on msn. Grins widely)
Me and Chink went shopping today! And then we took neos together, so now we finally have proof of our marriage. Gorilla will be so pleased. (coincidentally, since I was in charge of the words there, things like 'white? wedding' and 'jailbait' appeared. Am waiting for Chinkie to scan them so I can put them as my msn pic. x) Tsk tsk. How scandalous)
And no, Mary, I'm NOT getting a french name. Ego only goes thus far. I'm NOT french, so I might as well be some ridiculous invented name rather than, say, Eponine.
Ciao!
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Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Sell, since I receved my IC application form *and have no idea whatsover what to do with it* I'm getting a christian name. And even though my parents want to help, they aren't very good in this department. (I mean, look at my name. That my father's sur is Li and my mom's Chen may be poetic to some, but I don't really appreciate being named after a PLANT - well, cross between algae and fungi, really, but same difference) So, this very amusing convo ensued, ending thus:
Nu Er says: okok Nu Er says: lemme tell you Nu Er says: on the interne [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: ? Nu Er says: there is only 'Zoe' Nu Er says: the rest Nu Er says: i created [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: is Nu Er says: including Zemaine [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: *slap slap* Nu Er says: HAHANu Er says: but we can create a new name Nu Er says: Zemaine Nu Er says: so [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: x) Nu Er says: among those shortlisted are... [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: albina Nu Er says: drumroll pls [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: germaine. [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: something else. Nu Er says: Albina~ [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: and zemaine Nu Er says: Germaine~ Nu Er says: Zemaine~ [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: Jemina Nu Er says: oh yea Nu Er says: Jemina~ Nu Er says: so now Nu Er says: who shall it be? [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: you are so dramatic CHINGCHING! says: lets vote Nu Er says: let us vote Nu Er says: yes Nu Er says: first Nu Er says: those who wish to vote Nu Er says: say 'Ay' when the name is read out CHINGCHING! says: how many votes? Nu Er says: each person is only allowed ONE vote CHINGCHING! says: fine [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: I am allowed four [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: x) Nu Er says: LICHEN Nu Er says: no [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: whyyyyyy Nu Er says: u r not to take part in the voting CHINGCHING! says: hahahaha Nu Er says: only niang and me [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: Oh. CHINGCHING! says: only ur family deciding for you [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: A bit the not-democratic yeah? Nu Er says: and we shall use the method of elimination CHINGCHING! says: dont care Nu Er says: the names with no votes CHINGCHING! says: freedom = complete submission Nu Er says: shall be eliminated first [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: go and die Nu Er says: ok Nu Er says: let the games begin CHINGCHING! says: kakaka [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: Nu Er says: drumroll Nu Er says: ALBINA! CHINGCHING! says: CHINGCHING! says: AY! Nu Er says: one vote for albina Nu Er says: counting down Nu Er says: one Nu Er says: two Nu Er says: AY! CHINGCHING! says: HAHAHAHHA Nu Er says: OK! three votes for Albina! [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: er... Nu Er says: counting down Nu Er says: one Nu Er says: two [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: er... Nu Er says: AY! CHINGCHING! says: AY! Nu Er says: Ms Christabel, u r only allowed one vote [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: I have no idea what is going on. CHINGCHING! says: Nu Er says: Ms Ching u r only allowed one vote CHINGCHING! says: HAHAHAHA Nu Er says: counting down once more [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: And talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity Nu Er says: one Nu Er says: two Nu Er says: THREE! Nu Er says: there goes CHINGCHING! says: Nu Er says: WAIT! CHINGCHING! says: kakakakaka Nu Er says: I retrieve back my vote Nu Er says: Ok Nu Er says: Ms Christabel has relinquished her vote CHINGCHING! says: can you at least change ur nick before doing roleplay -.- Nu Er says: therefore Nu Er says: Albina has only one vote Nu Er says: counting down Nu Er says: one CHINGCHING! says: HAHAHAHAH Nu Er says: two Nu Er says: THREE! Nu Er says: there it goes CHINGCHING! says: nu er you're retarded Nu Er says: Albina with one vote [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: I agree. Nu Er says: next Nu Er says: GERMAINE! Nu Er says: _silence prevails_ Nu Er says: counting down Nu Er says: one Nu Er says: two [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: technically speaking, since ching has voted, you just need to read out your choice Nu Er says: th.... [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: idiot Nu Er says: should I vote or not? Nu Er says: but i dunt really like the name leh Nu Er says: never mind Nu Er says: dunt vote [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: Then don't lorh Nu Er says: ...REE! Nu Er says: that's zero votes for Germaine! Nu Er says: Up and coming... Nu Er says: Jemina! Nu Er says: counting down Nu Er says: one Nu Er says: two Nu Er says: THREE! Nu Er says: that's zero votes for JEMina! Nu Er says: next Nu Er says: and the last Nu Er says: Zemaine! Nu Er says: counting down [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: Which I veto, by the way Nu Er says: one Nu Er says: two Nu Er says: THREE! [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: I VETOED THE THING!!! Nu Er says: so there it goes! Nu Er says: let's count the total number of votes Nu Er says: ONE? [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: YEAH. Nu Er says: who's the other one who didn't vote? [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: YOU FORGOT TO VOTE [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: YOU! Nu Er says: Oh, sorry sir, it's me! [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: *slap slap* Nu Er says: Ms christabel would you pls make up ur mind [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: CHINGCHING! says: Nu Er says: I can't Nu Er says: I don't like 'lichen' in the first place! [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: *where is my suicide smiley??* Nu Er says: How am i supposed to vote? [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: errr. [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: put there 'i vote'? CHINGCHING! says: Nu Er says: In that case, Ms Christabel, pls leave te room [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: slap you Nu Er says: NO!!!! Nu Er says: Then vote, ms christabel Nu Er says: and dun't sulk [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: ass. Nu Er says: u were very pretty until u started sulking Nu Er says: now [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: er... Nu Er says: Ms Christabel? Nu Er says: Your vote? Nu Er says: Umm... [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: she's sulking Nu Er says: thinks Nu Er says: thinks Nu Er says: thinks Nu Er says: thinks [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: slaps Nu Er says: thinks [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: slaps Nu Er says: thinks Nu Er says: thinks [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: slaps Nu Er says: thinks Nu Er says: thinks [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: slaps Nu Er says: thinks Nu Er says: thinks Nu Er says: thinks Nu Er says: thinks Nu Er says: thinks Nu Er says: thinks [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: slap Nu Er says: thinks Nu Er says: thinks [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: slap Nu Er says: thinks [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: slap Nu Er says: thinks [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: slap [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: slap Nu Er says: thinks [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: slap Nu Er says: thinks [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: slap [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: slap Nu Er says: thinks Nu Er says: thinks [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: slap slap [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: slap Nu Er says: thinks [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: slap Nu Er says: thinks [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: slap [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: slap Nu Er says: thinks Nu Er says: thinks [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: slap Nu Er says: thinks [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: slap [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: slap Nu Er says: thinks [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: slap [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: slap [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: slap [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: slap [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: slap [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: slap [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: slap Nu Er says: ahh... [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: slap Nu Er says: i choose [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: slaps [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: slaps [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: oh. Nu Er says: i choose Nu Er says: i choose Nu Er says: i choose Nu Er says: i choose Nu Er says: i choose Nu Er says: i choose [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: *retrieves hand* Nu Er says: i choose [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: slap [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: slap [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: slap [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: slap [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: slap Nu Er says: um... Nu Er says: um... Nu Er says: um... Nu Er says: um... Nu Er says: um... Nu Er says: um... Nu Er says: um... Nu Er says: I choose...ZEMAINE! Nu Er says: there it goes!] [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: I vetoed that. Nu Er says: one vote for Albina and one vote for Zemaine! CHINGCHING! says: err whao CHINGCHING! says: impressed Nu Er says: the other two shall be kicked out of the next round [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: I DON'T AGREE WITH THE Z NAME!!! Nu Er says: The agreeing round Nu Er says: now [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: So you have to vote Nu Er says: it is a close fight between Albina and Zemaine Nu Er says: so here it goes [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: And I don't really agree with albina too. Nu Er says: ALBINA! [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: er.. CHINGCHING! says: -.- [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: Are any of you listening to me? CHINGCHING! says: you can jus forget about the whole thing Nu Er says: counting down Nu Er says: one Nu Er says: two CHINGCHING! says: why on earth you want christian name la [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: I WANT A NAME!!! [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: Cause. [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: Can't stand the other one? Nu Er says: THREE! Nu Er says: so there goes Albina! [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: OUT! CHINGCHING! says: hahaha lichen suits you the most la Nu Er says: Zemaine is declard the winner! Nu Er says: Zemaine Li Chen [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: That one I vetoed long long ago liao. [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: Personally, it's jemina and germaine [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: x) Nu Er says: Zemaine Li Chen CHINGCHING! says: your name is nice la. some other stuff wouldnt suit you lor CHINGCHING! says: hahahaha Nu Er says: ZEMAINE LI CHEN CHINGCHING! says: sounds weird CHINGCHING! says: kay i shall not comment Nu Er says: JEMINA LI CHEN Nu Er says: i tell u truthfully lar Nu Er says: i dunt like jemina [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: GERMAINE lichen? [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: yeah? [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: Ah. Nu Er says: bcoz that's the name of this girl who flirted with a pakistani baseball coach Nu Er says: and is now flirting with Hugh Grant [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: oh. [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: then that's vetoed. Nu Er says: she divorced the Pakistani Nu Er says: and now she's flirting with Hugh Grant Nu Er says: and truthfully speaking Nu Er says: she's ugly [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: Yes, you said that. Nu Er says: Germaine it is then [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: You're repeating. [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: Okay. [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: Wow. Nu Er says: GERMAINE LI CHEN [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: What a... [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: discussion. [c-lich-ed] Drink with me. says: *no comments*
So you see, all our SS lessons have gone to waste. Total lack of democracy apparent. Even though Germaine sounds a little too sweet for me. Methinks chink is right. Lichen is sorta the only name that caters to moi. Ah wells, I'm unique. *flips hair dramatically and egoly*
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Monday, August 08, 2005
Mary's in canada now. I'm sure she was amused from her plane ride. *smirks* Shall go check my hotmail later. *mutters* Where the hell is her address?
Anyway, tried to get my scores today. *seeing that Mel, Ching and Fei are paying for it. Or my new sweater. (or that can be footed by chrissie, or wenting, or random ppl) Kino didn't have it. Am peeved. I'm making full use of my birthday.*
NDP was a flop. Firstly, we had to escort the old ppl around school, and that incolved having to make conversation with them (and how, may I ask? I don't really know cantonese - sp? - or shanghainese - well, I can understand, so theoretically I can still speak it, and I can, but it'll sound horrible and I'll get the pronounciation all wrong - or any other dialects. Unless they prefer french small talk, which will delight Mary, I'm sure) in the side corridor to the hall (where they got seats WE carried for them and we had to stand) and be sure to be sensitive and considerate and moralistic. Ew. (By the way, one mistook Gleong for a teacher. Am amused.) Secondly, the day was so HOT, the corridor didn't have air-con, the hall DIDN'T have it ALSO, and we were steamed chickens sweating like pigs running from monsters like Wenting.
And oh, did I mention that I was wearing my SLC shirt? That too. I didn't have any other school-POV-decent white shirts to wear, and that was the damned dress code for my class (which was unfair, cause I was accompanying the old folks, and they were wearing BLUE and PURPLE and perfectly horrendous colors and designs such as PINK), not that I had any decent red shirts to wear in the first place. So, there I was, wearing a translucent shirt, whilst Gleong had a better quality one (which was totally unfair, seeing that the shirts were given at random) AND she wasn't wearing it in favor for a solid red shirt anyway.
I seriously need to stock up on my closet.
Ah yes. The concert items. Sec 1 - slept (yakked, actually) through it. Was nonsensical, boring, and I didn't really want to know about the origins of Kaya Toast, even though Chrissie helped her sister with the script. Sec 2 - the first song was HORRENDOUS. Sec 202, i think. Their singing wasn't audible, and the jumbled mess of whateveritis totally ruined the song. The second song rocked. I was totally thinking that it would be first. It was catchy, IN TUNE (ah, the importance of that), and amusing. The third song was okay. The singers sucked, the actors couldn't act properly, but the general performance was okay. At least they didn't screw the song too badly. How the last class got the first prize, I have no idea (bush-game at play again, judges?).
The Sec Threes. All the dance(r)s weren't in sync. The stage was a mess of confusion and randomly flinging arms. 307 got 3rd, 309 2nd and 302 1st. However, strictly speaking, 309 should be first, cause they gave an overall better impression, even though the moves were too messy. Stage fright, methinks, cause they DID practice more than anyone else. *Oops. Sorry, Mel. I changed it, see?*
Ah yes. Went blog surfing. Look at this:
From chrissie's blog
i helped the old folks. well, i couldn't really speak to most of them because they spoke cantonese. but they all put up a smile. even though they couldn't understand me. they still smiled. and laughed. and clapped to the song. and laughed at SOMEBODY's screaming. shall not have too many overtones in my words.
i'm dying. in fact i feel as if i'm dead. in my mind, lichen is holding a celebration party on my funeral day and wenting is trying to get money begging at my funeral (she's turned into a beggar, you see. nobody wanted to hire her). wonder what it'd be like. well...first...lichen will laugh her head off...wenting will accompany her to the toilet to wash her face of the tears of laughter...i'll stand there like an idiot during the concert, i'll have to lift my LONG DRESS to prevent tripping...what else? i daren't think, i might faint with the knowledge of reality.
Ah yes. Our gorilla with her wonderfully delightful entries. Even though she was screaming back in my face during NDP. And we were targetting pri-la together. x) (Even though her racial harmony entry, the latter one, was unnervingly accurate. Though the fact that I met her in the toilet and didn't have Wenting with me might change the things a little. But I did see her, drop my bag, point a finger at her and burst out laughing all the way into the toilet to change into my saree.)
And our wonderful brenda's:
I am in a foul mood.And I am mercilessly venting it on Lichen.I'm not sure if she realises it, but I get the feeling that I'm being terribly mean to her, more so than lichen. I can help it though, she's the only one i can legally abuse. Like... gah. She handles it relatively better than others.
Ah yes. That. Ignoring the fact that we insult each other every day, and that was no different so I didn't notice - YOU WERE VENTING ANGER ON ME WHEN I WASN'T PAYING ATTENTION! HEY! *ignores the fact that I was doing the same* YOU SHALL DIE ON THURSDAY. And what's the 'legally'? That girl will DIE.
I'm surprised Wenting hasn't written something stupid about me on her blog yet. We'll wait and see, then.
Ah yes. Watched Charlie and the Choc Factory with Mel, Fei and Ching today. Did I mention that Johnny Depp makes a very pretty Willy Wonka? As in, really, his skin is, like, lineless, and his eyelashes! *actually, i noticed this mostly cause when I saw the poster for the movie, i thought that was a female behind charlie* Ah yes. He was acting retarded. As in, seriously retarded, not in the lichen-retarded sense. You know, THOSE cases that need sedatives and a psychologist. And he occasionally looks as though he had those fits, and his face muscles refused to coorperate or whatever.
Am I turning bimbo? I'm not right? Cause I'm a girl and therefore it is perfectly natural for me to worry about my out-of-control weight problem and skin problem and think about hot shuai ang moh guys cause they're just so shuai and drool-worthy and delectable and that I should talk about clothes cause they're very important and it's not my fault I try to set fei up with ppl and I should be looking out for ang moh guys cause they're genes make them naturally buffier than chinese ppl and it is okay to talk about nonsensical bimbotic stuff cause I'm a girl and that's what girls do, even though I don't really like pink and fur.
Okay, I AM turning bimbo. Gah. Stop me. I WILL NOT TURN BIMBO I WILL NOT TURN BIMBO I WILL NOT TURN BIMBO. And I give you full permission to whack me when I'm showing signs of such, exceptions being - skin problems and ang mo guys. Cause those are IMPORTANT.
(And I'm updating this after LSL and I'm tired - not really - and need to surf the web - now that's true. Thank me.)
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Saturday, August 06, 2005
I WANT MY TA~GBOARD!
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Friday, August 05, 2005
Good morning. Yes, morning. It's now *checks watch* 4.02 in the morning and I've just spent 2 hours getting the finishing touches on my bio individual report.
Am proud to say it's finished.
HOWEVER, I cannot fall asleep again. And I'm oh-so-bloody tired.
Did I mention that I screwed the yogurt? Never you mind. I did. It refused to ferment. Have absolutely NO idea what went wrong. Batch 1 with HL milk went fine enough. We shall have to rely on Brenda then. *shellkillme*
Ah yes. And Mary is happily gloating about watching musicals and being all too free to write fairy tales about a count (comte!) who wants to become a toymaker, gnomes, elves and prom queens. Fabulous. Publish it as a satire and it'll make the hits instantly.
I shall change my blog layout.
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Sunday, July 31, 2005
Play title: Les Misérables - 308ed
Cast: (in order of appearance)
Jean Valjean - Genni
JAVERT - Mel (well, duh, they're the only 'males' in our class) *though the only Javerts allowed IS Philip Quast - and perhaps Jean pierre... x)*
Random prisoners - random 308-ers who aren't in the rest of the cast
Random man who doesn't pay Valjean properly - random person. (Amanda?)
Bishop - Zishan!!! (Cause the bishop's nice and shann is nice!)
Random policeman - Haiyah, just replace him with Javy lah. Who needs random people when there's Javy?
Fantine - Glow (cause Fantine is supposed to be nice and sad and pretty and sings pretty lines even though it's mean to make someone play Fantine and Glow's cute and smiles too much for Fantine she cannot play Cosette or Eponine cause she's taller than my chosen Cosette and Eponine needs someone who can scream. XD)
Bitch factory girl - random person (ME!!! But I wanna be someone else) shall insert later.
Random factory people - more random people!
Foreman who hits on Fantine - Amanda (cause she's mean and shouts really loudly and the foreman is supposed to be this big stern man who fires people happily)
Whores in the red light district - Jigglypuff. Need I say more? (If it wasn't 308-fied, I'll say our resident molester)
Old woman who buys hair from Fantine - Zhong Ning, cause she hunches so much.
Slimey scumbag who hits on Fantine - er...who can act like a scumbag? I'm tempted to put Toad just to see her expression. Okay, Toad it is then, cause she can look really innocent and we all know Toad is NOT. (Even though she was head prefect in Primary school. I'm traumatized)
Young Cosette - Kelly, cause she's SHORT. MUAHAHAHA.
Mr. Thenardier - ME!!! YOURS TRULY!!! MUAHAHAHA!!!
Mrs. Thenardier - er...TOFU!!! OMG. I'm married to Tofu. This is terrible. That woman will love singing about me. 'regular voltaire, thinks he's quite a lover but there's not much there'
GAVROCHE - Lynn. Cause we know she can act *think pgymalion* and she's small too.
Old hag - Random person
Another random prostitute - I do think Jiggly can double role. After all, she has more than enough. ;)
Random man who scolds prostitute - Fel. Since she's around Amanda, she must have learnt the art of scolding.
Enjolras - I do think Chrissie can suffice. After all, she can act.
Marius - Zishan again, cause of Cosette.
Grantaire (is that the correct person?) - cheeky and suggestive. Who's a pervert? BRENDA!!!
Cosette - Rachel C, cause of Marius.
Eponine - Cat. Eppy needs to scream. LOUD. And she sings pretty songs too.
Robbers - Shulin, Vanessa and Lingxi, cause Shulin likes to look at you as though she'd kill you, and Lingxi and vanessa can be the sarcastic robbers.
The rest I can't remember. I've covered all the ppl in Disk 1 and 2.
Shall do the third one next time.
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Saturday, July 30, 2005
I need to get a pair of slippers. Must stop targetting heels. Argh.
Must...grow...ta...ll....
Thin lips are sexy. *think colm wilkinson and philip quast minus the rest of the less-than satisfactory features*
Colm Wilkinson has a cute mouth. It looks so rubbery and stretchable and when he sings it forms a 3 shape, and it opens and closes like the lid of lighters. Or nutcrackers. x) And philip quast is perfect (save the face, as per usual). <3
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I screwed up the lit presentation.
OH GOD OH GOD. And I thought I got over the stage fright thing liao.
HOW COULD I??? *cue begin angsting*
Oh my god, I forgot my lines. Then EVERYTHING went wrong. Chrissie tried to save the day, and said 'well, what do you have to say?'. Then, FINALLY, I remembered and was like, 'well, governor, i've taken a sort of liking to you...' Then after that BRENDA forgot her lines. And I seem to remember everyone's lines except mine. So there I was, trying to cue them, and everything went inpromptu after that. (though for an inpromtu it was relatively good)
The presentation was okay, cept that I kept looking at the script. Methinks Yap marked me down for that. But she seemed quite happy with points I raised *shall refrain from commenting on my genius* so I hope that saves the day.
Social studies was a flop. Why? Cause I didn't feel like it went badly, so that probably means it's riddled with mistakes. Damn it.
I'm listening to Les Miz again. Had been suffering from withdrawal for the past five days, but Liy's burnt disks aren't helping. Some infidel had scratched the back of the disk, so I can't hear anything from the first line of 'End of the Day', and the second disk from the end of the part where Cosette despicably takes credit for scaring the Thenardiers away. *By the way, Eponine's scream is so cartoon and cute.*
Marius is a good actor, I give him credit for that. But he's still an ugly, fat guy, and I don't like him. The broadway Raoul is played by the same actor, can you believe it? He must be Oso insulted!
O.o But I still get to see the part where Javy walked behind Valjean for One day more. Yay!
Oh shit. It's stopped. I am pissed.
Shall go back to where gavroche sings. Gavy!!!
My dad was being an utter arse yesterday. He bloody pulled out the power plug from my com cause I didn't close a MSN window. Ass. Bastard. Ass. GAH.
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Thursday, July 28, 2005
Trib dinner was hilarious. (Actually, just about everything with trib is hilarious cause we are such idiots.) I bought Ice kachang, everyone went to steal it, so in the end I had to stand up, count the number of heads, and get the spoons just to save the trouble. Then SOME PEOPLE *coughmarycough* kept dropping ice kachang on the table, so to not waste it, we left them for the ants. And said insane child tried to 'bless' us with ice kachang. Oh the horror.
CLE on wednesday was a disaster. My class has the most extraodinary ideas about me. Here I am, a shy, diffident sort of girl, never able to feel real grown up and tremendous like others, and there they're firmly convinced that I'm an arbiturary ang moh chaser. Where they get the idea I have no idea. *strangles kelly*
And there we were having sex ed, and then JT popped a stupid question, and then they were all like, 'lichen!!!', so she asked another utterly STUPIDD question that I don't even want to think about it.
Oh god. Oh god. WHY DIDN'T I JUST DIE AS A CHILD?????????????
Then Chrissie was being utterly STUPID and IDIOTIC and MORONIC and said SHIT that I don't even want to repeat. Urgh.
Then she took it as her liberty to draw stupid CRAP that I thankfully shredded into tiny flutters of paper, then threw it into the bin, after which I had great pleasure in trottling the child.
Oh yeah. My piano exam. I'm so dead. One, the room was freaking cold, I was shivering and my fingers were red and clammy. You expect me to play with that? B, I screwed my scales. Three, I'm sure I screwed the modulations for aural.
I also screwed maths today. This is just my unlucky week. I looked at question three, found it stupid and needed many many workings, and left it till the last.
...
Then I forgot about it until two minutes before the end. Yay me.
Got back bio PT today. Screwed that also. Damn Brenda. Damn her damn her damn her.
Oh yeah, got Mary's present today. Shall strive to french-ify it. Am playing Alfred Doolittle for lit tomorrow, and thus am wearing stupid stuff. Qianni was the Mrs. Pearce for her presentation, and she was wearing the french maid costume, which I heard was SHOOORT.
*Grins suggestively*
Haha, shall go visit blogs now. Ciao.
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Sunday, July 24, 2005
Okay, lets start from yesterday. It was racial Harmony Day Celebration for RG, so naturally I had been fretting about the oh-so-important What To Wear question, which was solved by kind, darling Sanki. (Decided not to trouble Sharmini, the child will positively KILL me if she had to bring one more saree.)
So. Woke up at normal time in the morning. Put on the black shirt that father seeingly bought, covered it up with school-u, then ran to the bus stop IN HEELS (oh my poor feet) to meet Sanki then took the bus together.
And in school Sanki helped me to wear the saree, and blah blah blah, the usual celebrations in the heat (oh the heat), then went to nice air-conditioned classroom to act stupid. We were happily taking photographs amidst me hopping from corner to corner, and then followed the passport timetable.
Oh yes, the costumes. Cannot forget that. I was wearing a dark crimsom saree, which Kelly oh-so-kindly put it as 'made me look as though I was the devil from hell' cause the color combo was red and black. Absolutely stifling, i assure you. Am DEFINITELY not wearing that next year. Chrissie went in the bohemian theme the class sort-of decided to adopt, a bright pink shirt (oh the horror, but who would have known that the child looked good in that horrendous color?), a black shiny cloth-belt, and a skirt which i cannot remember much. Oh, and did I mention that her shirt was held together ONLY by two lengths of string tied together? She owes me a HUGE favor for double-knotting the thing and not just pulling it off. *Laughs evilly*
Genni was wearing a white, sort of malaysian ethnic shirt with jeans, whilst Glow wore something that deserved the same description, even though the costumes didn't look alike, (Blame it on my limited knowledge of ethnic stuff) but she changed into a nice black polo tee - which I want, by the way - later on (how she managed to survive in the heat was incomprehensible). Kelly was wearing this red-purple saree with MANY MANY MANY pretty pink bangles. Wormy was wearing a shirt with a long skirt.
Lynn was wearing this lovely purple silk (or if not, silk-textured) CUSTOM-MADE saree, and didn't know how to put it on *laughs evilly* so Sanki and Shaki were helping her in the toilet. Am jealous. Hvmphh. Tammie was also wearing a saree (anyone see a trend in the costumes here?), and ALSO didn't know how to wear it, and Sharm helped her wear it. (I swear, hearing them recount the tales of wearing the dresses are absolutely amusing.) Susanta didn't have time to wear her costume, and remained in her school u the whole day (poor thing).
Mel and monkey were both wearing orange, Mel in a Bejabi (okay, DEFINITELY something wrong with the spelling here) and monkey in a malay ethnic costume. Methinks they color-coordinated. Chinkie didn't come (why???), and I almost got her into trouble cause chenchen was asking me where she was, then I said she didn't come, then chenchen asked about the concert, and I said she had to go for that, so chenchen got angry. Damnit. Hope Chinkie's not in trouble.
Ah yes. And Mary. How could I forget Mary? The evil child was dressed like a french painter (kill her), with a lovely textured black flowy skirt, pearl colored blouse and a BERET. Kill her.
Brenda, evil person, didn't come in a costume. Evilevilevilevilevilevil. And shall cease boring you with the descriptions here.
But something must be brought to attention. Wormy deserves to DIE, the asshole. Cause we were taking photos, then she tried to look taller than me (which, of course, she failed to), then I tiptoed to look even TALLER, and GUESS WHAT SHE DID? She, the IDIOT, pulled on my saree. If it had fallen off, she would have DIED. Thank the gods it didn't. *Hits wormy*
What else. Oh yes, we went to play five stones after that. Fel huang (also wearing bohemian) and brenda were absolutely evil and good in this department. Me and Chrissie were like struggling to evil catch one, and there THEY were, catching four and doing patterns and such. Lydia changed into a red mini-skirt later (hoho) and me and genni and chrissie and lydia and brenda went for lunch, after which we took neoprints.
Then I went for LSL with Mel and Fei. They, lucky fellas, got the nice children. Who did I get? A bloody MCP. (Em3, keeps on being chavaunistic and acting as though guys were better than girls - like DUH, they're NOT.) Watched with a lot of satisfaction as he had to write 100 lines for being rude to aunty serena. *Laughs evilly*
We played Chinese Chess after that. Was absolutely hilarious. Won mel and fei. ^^ I swear, I'm absolutely mean and EVIL whilst playing the game. Kept blocking their paths, and annoying them cause they couldn't move.
After that, took the mrt to bouna vista and met Mary, Liju and Qianni there. Qianni discovered that Mary was actually not a human, but a thermometer. You see, when it reaches 28 degrees celcius, she's turn red, and as the temperature steadily rises, she steadily turns redder and redder. Was absolutely amusing. Waited for Liy, then went to bus stop to wait for Vivian and her father to fetch us.
Then, once we walked into her house, guess what happened? A monstrosity of a MUTT leapt at us, barking ferociously and threatening to bite, kept only in check by our brave heroine, Vivian. Then, even as we hurried to deposit our belongings in Viv's room, it stalked us, snarling at us, showing off its red gums and large canines dripping poisonous saliva. Its back was hunched, it's eyes betraying its bloodlust, staring hungrily at us as though we were its prey.
Viv's good father locked the cur up, thank the gods. Safe once more, we settled down to watch... LES MIZ!!!!! JAVERT!!! Oh my gods, but that man has a HEAVENLY voice. The paragon of perfection, angels embodied in the smooth baritone of his voice, his transgressions of carrying a monstrosity of a face can be immediately forgiven and in excess.
So there we were, positively swooning over the angel in humanized bulldog form, squealing whenever he appeared, and then fainting and melting into a puddle at the ValjeanJavert slash in there. I mean, I'm not an avid slasher (and I canNOT stand lesbianism), but you'd be blind to not see the chamistry between them, that spark of divine fire, the way they are just MADE for each other. I mean, look at Javert! The charisma! The positively oozing confidence! Then Valjean! The possessiveness! Remember what Enjolras said to Valjean about Javert? "He belongs to you now." *swoons and faints*
The thing about watching something with lit pupils is that we can read between every single line there. Shall not quote it now, there're too much.
Then, after Les Miz finished (nooooo!), we watched Rotk, extended version, where legolas was standing in his horrendously gay ugliness. Ew.
Then, Qianni and Liju revealed their inner evil pedophilia (qianni) and gay-love (both of them), insisting we watch the love story of two gay men. EWWWW. I mean, I absolutely LOVE ValjeanJavert slash, but that's because they love each other (isn't it obvious?) withOUT turning into simpering, squealing little sissies. Leslie Cheung is a DRAG. He (doubtful usage of the word) is an insult to the male species.
Oh yeah, and Mary's disastrous attempts at cooking. First: popcorn. How interesting, that one would follow the instructions for the most IDIOTIC things (tear open the bag to get the popcorn) and refuse to do the same for the important things (like, oh, I dunno...Maybe PUTTING THE POPCORN INTO THE OVEN INSTEAD OF TRYING TO FRY IT???) Was absolutely hilarious. Then Mary and Qianni made campbell soup, which turned out quite well (shallibemeanshallibemeanokay...surprisingly^^).
Then we watched POTO, and it was 1 in the morning by then, and we were all tired, but POTO is NOT a movie you fall asleep watching, so we were lying on the floor (Liju stole my saree and curled up in it on the sofa, oh yeah, and Mel lent me her clothes cause I could NOT go for a sleepover in a saree, love ya, Mel), shivering and basking the the glorious goodness of Raoul and Erik. *swoons*
After it ended, it was already 3 something in the morning, so we trudged into the bedroom (but not before we cleaned up, we so rock) and fell asleep. Yay.
Then, at 7.45 in the morning, when NONE of us had gotten sufficient sleep, my DAD called, waking everyone up. They threatened to kill me.
Went back to sleep.
Then, at the horrendously far too early hour of 9.30, Mary and Qianni woke up, and refused to let me sleep anymore. So I woke up, dazed, and bumped in the kitchen for half hour, by which I was fully awake, and we had breakfast.
After breakfast, we sat and chatted for a while, then went home.
After I got home, my parents dragged me from my reading of Les Miz and made me go with them to their friend's house, cause their friend just gave birth to a boy. Oh dear, one more horror unleashed on earth.
Ihatechildrenihatechildren.
Finally, when I got home I fell asleep, and so today morning I woke up, which brings us to the present, where lichen doesn't feel like blogging anymore.
Ciao.
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Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Oh F. We ran out of green tea.
Okay, granted, I hate green tea, but with added sugar and ice, that thing is edible. And nicer than water. And mother-approved, a.k.a I can drink it without nagging.
I need to drink something. And it is NOT water.
Shall go rummage in the fridge for something.
Found it. I swear I'm going to turn into an alcoholic if this keeps up.
Oh shit, I'm supposed to be online today. Afterall, I haven't been there for literally months. Wonder why Lydia and Mary keep saying I'm always on.
Hm...
Okay, fess up. Which one of you here is impersonating me? (Have a fairly good idea who. XP)
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Tuesday, July 19, 2005
Agenda
Starting time: 2.00 Venue: D223 Attendees: Sharmini, Sankari, Li Chen, Mr. Halsall (mentor) Documents: Agenda, letters seeking approval from interviewees
Agenda
Ask for mentor's comments on the letters.
Make a detailed timeline for the interviews/surveys.
Ah shit. Forgot to do my agenda for RS.
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Sunday, July 17, 2005
Dumbledore died. Snape killed him. Snape is the half-blood prince, with a very bad pun on the word 'prince'. You know, like that in 'The Importance of being Ernest'.
No, I did not buy the book. Give me at least more credit for that. Do I seem like the sort to waste 40-odd bucks on a fairy tale book? *coughtoadcough* I just stole the book from a junior, read the last 6 pages (which, quite coincidentally, summarizes the whole story), then ran around the school during open house and spoilt the thing for everyone. Like, Aruna, WuYimin, Susmitha...
But really. Has JK been reading too much fanfiction? The whole book REEKS of fanfiction (which, to think of it, is a rather good thing). Sheesh.
Shall log off now. Gone to look at TVs. I want a mini plasma one with cable in my room, but of course they won't get one for me. Damn.
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Thursday, July 14, 2005
Why is it, I ask, that all pro opera/musical singers are fat, short, ugly and have double chins?
(Okay, as that is not the main point,) Why is it that there are no shuai opera singers in, say, les miz for me to gush over?
The only decent-looking guy there is that Elrojas (okay, DEFINITELY wrong spelling there) and that was with an over-generous dose of charisma there. Without that, he would be another looking-too-old-for-his-age opera singer with droopy cheeks.
And Javert! Oh my gawd. How could they? How could you, god? How could you give a man with such a GORGEOUS voice a face like a BULLDOG'S??? Oh my freaking god. I am bloody traumatized. I mean, why can't someone with SALAR'S face sing it? There will be, like, [insert random super large number here] to the power of [insert impossibly large number here] times more fans!
Traumatized traumatized traumatized.
Oh, and did I mention that Javert sings the most delightful, beautiful and dangerously addictive songs? (In act I) Especially during the duet with Valjean (who has the funniest name ever. Jean Valjean! *breaks out into laughter*).
I am from the gutter too, I was born with scum like you!
*heart heart heart*
Okay, shall go and learn how to use photoshop and change javert's face to [insert random shuai, hot ang moh's name]'s after this.
They will walk behind the ploughshare, They will put away the sword!
Oh, I realised that Subway's double chocolate chip cookies are extremely delicious. Strange. Never ventured out from plain before. XD Must thank wormy. Asked me to share a ridiculously high priced meal with her which we could not agree upon, and both ended up eating cookies. I'm on a neoprint high this month. Am going to go broke soon.
Oh oh oh, and did I mention how good a pair Eponine and Marius made? (If Lea Salonga got rid of her arm fats and if Marius destroyed all his face fats and double chin. And that tummy as well.) Cosette is SOOOOO ugly. Friggin buck-toothed scrawny little chit! I seriously can't decide who's worse, the child Cosette or the adult one. And Fantine was so pretty! She must be so disappointed in her child. (What sort of devil was her husband anyway?) Eponine has such a nice voice! (And she's chio even though her arms are fatter than mine, which is saying a lot)
Haha, hope we got in for NDP dance. Then I can torment everyone with my less-than-satisfactory destruction of wormy's tbpbssbb step during rehearsal. Sigh, Chink should be chosen to dance also lor. And Brenda. So we four can laugh at each other. XD
Andrea's off to competition for these few days. WHERE ARE YOU ANDREA??? SAVE ME FROM MARY!!! Oh yeah, she got first for 400!!! YOU GO, ANDREA!!!
Er yeah. An update. See, I rock. [Brenda complained that 'you never update!' "I got!" 'Yeah, but that's only one!']
Lola, you suck. Can't stand you. GAH.
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Tuesday, July 12, 2005
Pain: I think he's here! Panic: Yes, he is! Introducing...HADES!
Yes mate, it is ridiculously easy to hack into this account. You might consider not having the same password for everything.
My, my, I'm busy for three fucking months, and what has this been turned into?
Just a friendly note: you really should change some passwords, mate. I'm getting bored.
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Monday, July 11, 2005
Gah. RS file is due tomorrow. Freak. Freeaaak. Freeeeaaaaaaakkkkk. Shall do minutes after this post. With any luck, Sharmini will bring the file tomorrow, and we can hand it in. With any MORE luck, she won't come to school tomorrow, and we have a chance to look through the file before handing it in. With even MORE luck, Hawsaw (I like the spelling!) will be sick so that he can't collect the file. For a week.
Am freaking out on Sanki's words on whether that fat man is keeping track of when we hand in our stuff. Shall not freak. Shall not freak.
Freeeaaaaaaakkkk.
On another hand, dance prac was....today. Yeah. Went out for lunch with some dance people (kelly wormy rachelc zishan pris) + genni who watched part of the practice and laughed at us. Idiot gen. Wormy is a big fat liar. She went 'it's easy what' and then did some twirl that made us go O.o. The others were okay lah. Managed to pull it off. I looked like a gorilla down with ebola. Er...minus the blood. Gen consoled me after that. But they made a wise choice, putting me in the middle so the others can hide my mistakes.
Maths sucks. Can't believe I got so low. Other classes probably have, what, 38? as their highest mark, and we have 29. This has GOT to be a new record. My mum will freak. Shall not tell her about it.
Don't have a death wish.
Oh, and I realised something today. From all the three times I changed seats, this is the first time I'm with people who don't bully me that much. Or rather, in a position that people can't bully me that much. Andrea, the nice nice person (a title which I shall take back everytime she leaves me to suffer with Mary and Wormy and Brenda), doesn't assult me with whacks, even though she makes me feel so unguai cause she's so guai. Kelly, Mary and Zhong Ning very easy to bully, and they don't do me bodily harm (gen), so it's not counted. Wormy is too far to hit me, though not too far to talk to. Oh yeah.
1st term: between MEL and Chris. Nuff said. Am lucky I got out alive. (Shall pointedly ignore the fact that THEY were the half-dead ones by the time we changed seats)
2nd term: With shulin and xixi. Good enough, but got Wenting in close vicinity, and brenda and chris and chink right behind me. Should have just died as a baby.
Okay, shall go do minutes of meeting liao. Then sms sharmini to remind her to bring the file. Then call her if she doesn't reply. Then go and bug bel or someone. Then if my computer doesn't hang (fat chance), go online.
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Saturday, July 09, 2005
Should really be doing my Performance tasks, you know. Haven't started on any, cept that I've read the story for chinese (which, if you ask me, is pretty screwed up as we need to ACT a part out).
Bio is... I've got the recipe. Oh yeah. Booyah. Now I shall write out the paper...hm...okay, not today. When I remember to actually bring something other than manga and anime home from school.
Physics I'm going to dao it until I go to escape theme park. Got loooong way to go. I'll regret this later.
Lit I need to write for themes. Still can decide whether I've regretted choosing that over characterization, but then again, it's more of whether I like the topic as compared to quality. God knows that long time of critiqueing fics has honed that rather useless ability. Maybe I'll get down to it today.
Very bored now. Got dance prac later today. God knows why they put down my name for the competition, anyway. Suspect a lot of people want to see me make a fool of myself. XD
School is boring. BORING, you hear me? It's like routine: stumble from bed, eat, wash, go to school, go far east or some other confounded place, go home, surf the net, watch the show of the retardedly naive goon named youfu, surf the net some more, sleep. Oh yeah, and try (and fail) to finish homework between classes.
Oh yeah, the farewell party for Mary? It went quite well, as far as farewell parties went. A decent number of people made speeches, the food was good, the music was fine, and though the mood was a little stilted, I didn't really expect someone to hire clowns for a farewell party.
"Master of the house..."
Okay, shall stop quoting the song now. Am sure Mary is sufficiently irritated. XD
Higgins is cute. Look at this quote: chuckling, and going over to the piano to eat sweets It's so utterly adorable, as well as his character. That brazen I-live-for-myself-ness, not enough to be irritatingly cocky, yet just so that he speaks his mind at every turn. Treating everyone the same, almost rudely-blunt way, yet so earnest that it's quite impossible to dislike him for it. He's so utterly in denial about his faults, and wards off excuses with the funniest of excuses 'mere alliteration, my dear Mrs. Pearce, natural to a poet'. The movie Higgins was a total and utter disgrace. It totally butchered the poor man's character, stole it and replaced it with a wimpy, lovelorn fool. Boy, I had SORE EYES just from watching it.
Okay, shall go off now. Mom's back. Ciao!
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Monday, June 27, 2005
I want a stuffed octopus thi~s big.
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Okay there, listen up. When you see me ONLINE on msn, I'm either 1) online, or b) sleeping, to which you'll realise if I don't reply within 5 minutes.
When I'm neither online nor offline, thus at one of the in betweens, I'm either 1) on the computer and reluctant to talk, b) shitting in the toilet, 3) sleeping, or 4) eating somewhere and something. All of which equals 'I'm not going to talk to you'.
When I'm offline, I'm offline. 'nuff said.
Point here being, I'm an extremely unreliable person. I can be holding a spoon in one hand and biting ice-cream right out of the bowl at the same time. Thus:
DO NOT TRUST MY MSN STATUS.
Yours,
Your residential fungi.
P.S. the next person who screams at me for not answering *glares* will DIE. Cause I just saw a rifle going at $0.01 at ebay. (Thanks Jonathan!)
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Sunday, June 26, 2005
Oh my god. Oh my god. Freaking hell. Holy shit. Can you believe it?
One more day to school. ONE more day to school. One more DAY to school. One more day to SCHOOL.
Freak.
Okay, where shall I start, seeing that me nicely didn't update for eons?
Oh yeah, we went to Christabel's house. Like her brain, the house is situated in some ulu ulu hard to find place, and me and chink wasted a long long time searching for 1) the bus b) the correct bus stop 3) the house seeing that she gave wrong directions.
Then realised that her mother was waiting with the car to fetch us all along, just that she told her mom to wait at the wrong side. Fine enough, if you regard the fact that we were alighting at the MRT STATION and that this was the SECOND time she made the mistake. Fine for me and Chink, really, it was quite a bit of laugh, expecially when Chrissie's mom scolded her. *muahahaha*
Then we did bio, ate (yours truly realised that she has a huge afinity with messy food when the messiest sushi fell from chopsticks. That woman's not going to let me live it down), and went early cause Chinkie got CO.
Saturday. Went in the morning to get my retainers and got lecture from my dentist (how can you put them in the fries container? Isn't that just asking for it?) and a huge pain from the damned plastic. Decided not to wear them to the SLC gather, which was just fine or else I would have gotten salt in THAT as well.
So, me and fan2 met up at the mrt, took a loooong, standing ride to the mrt station (paya lebar, I ask you. What nonsense. It should be at CCK), and were more or less lost. Luckily, we met this bunch of ppl (class gathering, methinks) and followed them. Fan2 described us as their parasites. What nonsense. Am I a parasite? No, right? *Glares around threateningly*
Finally, we got there, and saw, yes you guessed it - 4 people (lynn-albert darren jonathan). So sad. Waited a while, went walking around the place (albert got his foot stuck in the grass cause he was too busy avoiding the camera lens trying to catch him and lynn together and his shoe came off) and the guys were playing football. Me and lynn and fan2 were standing there being extra and pretending to cheer them on every once in a while.
Then, clarence arrived (methinks he got lost for a while), and we went to the bowling alley whilst fan2 left to watch a movie. It was soooo sad. I got probably the worst record for the first round, what with the long row of zeros. Then Jonathan was saying 'look straight', which helped somewhat in the second round (I did a strike!), and I somewhat improved (wasn't the last anymore). This was punctuated by us trying to take compromising photos of Albert and Lynn (I suggested taking the side profile then using photoshop to... *didn't say anything!*), a lot of 'supportive' usernames (lynn: albertdear, I love albert Albert: Lynndear, I love lynn Clarence: clearance, I love something Jonathan: Neo, I love mom Darren: Wenhui dear, I love daphne *tsk tsk, two-timing, how scandalous* moi: I love me and some other thing I forgot).
Then we ate at Macs, where I tried to hide Clarence's bags cause he was being an idiot (Jonathan stood guard at the playground outside macs until he noticed like 15 minutes later and that was WITH prompting, poor thing) whilst poking him with my chopsticks, and Darren arrived to eat late cause he went looking for his brother, and after that I emptied the ice from my finished drink down Clarence and Albert's back cause they were being idiots. (And it was FREEZING in the restaurant, serves them right.)
Then the stupid people tried playing matchmaker again (I mean, isn't Lynn enough of a victim? Oh NOOOO, but bully others as well), and we were being high and acting like idiots all the way to the beach.
Then they dunked me. First. At high tide.
ASSHOLES.
I swear, if I fall ill, they are just going to DIE. I mean, hello, bullying? *shall not mention that everyone got dunked in the end* After that, I had salt CRYSTALS in my shirt.
Look ma, crystalization!
Felt like keeping and showing Julie Koh to show that I did chem stuff in the hols.
And then all of us, dripping wet and salty, tropped off to Macs again to freeze our butts off, and then we changed and went home (which is another half getting lost adventure I'm too lazy to depict), telling ghost stories (I swear they do this on purpose) and playing truth or dare.
Then. Sunday. Went to watch Initial D cause my (that is so unfortunate) sister insisted on watching a movie. The graphics were good, the romance horrendous at first but lovely at the end (they didn't get together! *trilled* Oh my god. I hated the girl. Actually, I hate Jay Chou also, he reminded me of a gay pig *is Cheryl around? hides* but I hate all the girl was a disgrace to the female population, so I hated her more.) and only one actor was cute (the other one who drove a white car, the more expert one. What's his name again?). But the actors were good lah.
Er yeah. Then I came home and tidied up my stuff for school in 1/2 hour, so I'm blogging now.
So... Ciao!
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Tuesday, June 21, 2005
I swear, I was going to update this thing, and I did. It's just that the computer crashed this morning, taking along my entry with it (you won't happen to mind that it was two lines long, would you?). Anyway, it's afternoon now, and too lazy to be angry (or maybe I just got used to it after four months) at Sharmini for not returning the book fines once again, AND after an annoying sit in the dentists' chair, and after playing with Cleo (yes, playing. With a marker and defacing all the clothes in it), I'm re-updating.
One thing: Chrissie-poo is back and we still haven't met up. Damn me. Shall twaddle off to call her about it now.
Do~ne. It's extremely amusing to bully Chrissie.
Anyway, the thing is, whilst I was defacing Cleo's dresses (and swim suits, whoever is the idiot that decided gold - GOLD!!! How extremely tasteless and gaudy is that! - was the season's color and made up this horrendous swimsuit in that color will face my WRATH!!!), I was reading this add about lip gloss - not really, but it's interesting to see what the small print has to hide - and it stated there, under the picture of this girl wearing really THICK lip gloss, and I mean THICK, the kind you can probably skate on, unless you're me cause I cannot skate, it says, 'the most popular brand in Japan'.
I was like O.o Was that supposed to put me off or PUT ME OFF??? I mean, no offense really, Japan may be quick in technology, but its fashion sense seriously...okay, let's be diplomatic. Why not we leave the tech to Japan and the fashion to Europe, for one? I mean, WHO THE HELL DYES THEIR HAIR A VARIETY OF COLORS SO THAT IT LOOKS THAT THEY'RE WEARING A GIGANTIC PHEONY ON THEIR HEAD??? And the thing is, act cute got a limit. What with the dying of hair and all, I mean, which asian can pull it off looking natural with brown hair already? And they do BLOND! RED!
Oh the horror.
Anyway, yeah. Methinks this is a long enough post.
Ciao.
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Monday, June 20, 2005
Don't really feel like blogging nowadays. But here I am, bored, and waiting for my dental appointment, so...yeah.
My conclusion lately: Fear is the root of all evil.
Shall expand on the thought next time (like I said, don't really feel like doing anything lately, so I spend my time floating around the house thinking about crap like above). Methinks Chinkie is right, this IS becoming like my lil' essay corner.
Which is not all that bad, come to think of it. Compensation for the forum, no?
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Friday, June 17, 2005
Shut up, people. I'm grieving. SLC has ended, and it's sad. I can't understand why I'm so upset about it, but I don't want it to end, and I'm sad that it ended, and it hurts. It ended on a glorious note, with certificates and songs and hugs, but I'll rather it had continued.
Lola, you disagree, don't you? You'd rather save perfection, then to actually realise you're glad to say goodbye to someone you thought was your friend. But I'm selfish, and I'll rather remember cracked pieces of what was porcelain, then to leave behind a painted picture in the half-washed footprints.
I don't agree, but this should fit you quite well.
Just give me four days Not too short nor too long
Give me enough time to befriend you Just enough to be blind to your flaws.
Four days, all I ask of you Not less, for I want to know you Nor more for I want to like you Just four days to remember you by Don't give me three days for three is Too short, to fill the cache of my mind Give me a perfect memory A finished picture to remember you by
Don't give me five days for five is too long to be blind to your flaws Give me a perfect memory A painted picture to remember you by Just give me four days of laughter
A glorious picture painted in 96 hours The perfect memory to keep in my mind Cause I'll rather I still love you
So just give me four days Not too short, nor too long Four days to remember you by
And leave me with the image of perfection.
Okay, my first (pathetic) attempt at free-verse, but I don't really think that any other style would fit this theme. I'm being sentimental now. *sniffles*
Shall stop before I dissolve into a disgraceful puddle of tears again. Sheesh. I have absolutely NO self-control.
Note: I realise this new layout doesn't support the spaces between words in the poem. Sheesh. Spoils the whole thing, methinks.
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Saturday, June 11, 2005
The UN convention is two days away. Woot! Collected blazer from the Prefects room today in a daze, being the half-asleep person I am. The school was undergoing pesticide crap at that time, but I was lucky to get to the prefects room before they did the foyer.
Then, oh my oh my, they did the foyer, and boy, DID THEY DO THE FOYER. The smoke was so thick that from the end of the PB corridor, back to the general office, you couldn't see the foyer. Everything at the end was a haze of white-grey - you couldn't even make out the shapes of objects. Smoke bellowed out from the screen of unknown in suffocating waves, and you could feel the oppressiveness in the thining air. Walking closer, grey tendrils of the unknown substance (pesticide?) seemed to just surround you, swallowing you up, suffocating you, strangling you...
Okay, melodrama aside, I was NOT exaggerating for once. If you really want to know what it was like, think of heaven after death. The common scene is a sky absolutely overflowing with clouds, then one circle of light in the middle shining down right? Think of that, except horizontal this time, and replace the circle of light with just thinner smoke. I tried walking in, you couldn't see your fingers in front of you.
The prefect grinned evilly at me, then went back into the room. If I died this morning, I would go back and haunt her cause she didn't warn me how thick the smoke was. (Okay, it was common sense really, but i needed someone to blame, and she was the only one stuck in school at this ulu hour. Sorry, darling.)
Anyway, here's the status of my to do and to buy list for the holidays.
UN convention (two days!!!) Watch Inuyasha movie three (Do~ne) Go shopping numerous times. (x) Watch Mr. and Mrs. Smith (x) Get PTs done Meet up with the damned SL woman (x)
Status: 4/6
And the to buy list:
Pulmice (sp?) stone for the damned feet (x) Earrings, earings and MORE earings (x) Lipgloss (x) Jeans (moneymoneymoney) Phantom of the Opera VCD (waiting for Wenting to return Mary) My Fair Lady VCD (So going to borrow from Mary) Inuyasha Movie 3 (x)
Status: 4/7
Considering that half the holidays have passed, this is good work. We really need to start on the PTs, though, and we just can't seem to get a date. Oh, we're just so going to die.
I wanna start on bio I wanna start on bio I wanna start on bio. Unfortunately, seeing that Sharmini has taken THREE months and STILL hasn't returned my fines (hope you're reading this), I can't borrow any books and it's going to show on my PT. Gah. I kill you.
Bleh. My convention facilitator, Ashley (sp???) called again, WAKING ME UP FROM MY BEAUTY SLEEP. He/She (sounds like a guy, but with a girl's name. And I mean REALLY sound like a guy. More than Genni) decided to remind yours truly about the things needed in the convention, which was good, cause I had clean forgotten, and was bad, cause I was SLEEPING. And sleep is IMPORTANT.
Bleah. As you can see, I'm in a bad mood and will shoot EVERYONE. I think I better shut up now before I get into deep shit.
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Wednesday, June 08, 2005
Hehe, seeing that I'll be stuck at home until friday (UN convention next week, YEAH!), I'm making full use of the telephone.
I tell you, when Lola and yours truly argue over the phone (it started cause we couldn't agree on whether the cream oreos were nicer or whether the mint - TOOTHPASTE - oreos were nicer), we get, and boy DO WE GET, down and dirty.
Here's the most recent few lines
Lola: You! As if you can talk! Your bastardization of a mouth is probably so frigggin' full of the f*cking hypocritical shit you spew that you can't friggin' taste anything else!
Yours truly: Says YOU. You, you filthy, over-eager liar with a mouth fouler than a decomposing carcass and manners no mother could rectify!
Lola: Well, at least...
Well, that's all I can remember. If you want to know, we ended this when we ran out of adjectives.
Ah wells. There wasn't even much rebutal when argueing. Mostly cause both me and her knows that we were right. Lame.
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Tuesday, June 07, 2005
I've gotten a LJ account. Finally. The communities there are so fun. Now I have to get Wenting's account to prevent myself from getting spammed. Oh yeah, I rock.
Haha, father dearest came up with the idea of me recording down when I did what in the hols - in other words, check up on me. So I was there nodding away and 'uh-huh' and 'uh-uh'ing away. Like it's ever going to work. My normal actual timetable will work like this:
7.30: Wake up. Laze around in bed and refuse to get up.
8.30: Father's going to work. Calls me up.
9.00: Breakfast.
9.30: Father gone for work. Back to bed.
10.15: Hungry. Eats lunch no. 1.
10.30: Does random things such as chat, surf the net, everything cept homework.
11.00: Hungry. Eats lunch no. 2 whilst doing random things.
12.00: Hungry. Eats lunch no. 3 whilst doing random things.
12.30: Decides that time between lunches are too long, and is hungry, so takes a snack whilst doing random things.
1.00: Hungry (Oi, I'm a growing child okay.) Eats lunch no. 4 whilst doing random things.
2.00: Hungry, but ate lunch(es) already. Takes noon tea whilst doing random things.
3.00: Takes afternoon tea whilst doing random things, and swearing to get down to work at four.
4.00: Takes late noon tea whilst doing random things.
5.00: Looks at the clock and screams, then whips out homework and does it slip-shortly. (Which is not so possible since I'm copying CHINESE exam papers now. Sheesh.)
6.15: Looks at the mess of scribblings on the paper. I'm done. Takes an early dinner.
7.00: Parents come home. Open google window to do project and does random things instead.
7.15: Actual dinner.
7.45: Continue doing random things in the guise of doing project.
9.00: Goes up to watch the weird series about this guy who died and came alive again.
10.00: Tells parents is sleeping then either sleeps or does random things.
And here's the timetable I'm going to submit (perfected over time, I tell you):
8.30: Wake up and eat breakfast.
9.30: Start on work.
11.00: Take a break by playing piano.
12.00: Lunch.
1.00: Does work.
2.30: Takes another break and plays piano.
4.00: Rest for a little while.
4.30: Does work again.
5.00: Tidies up the room.
5.30: Does piano homework.
7.00: Parents home. Don't need to do anymore.
Er yeah. See the resemblance?
On another note, me and Mahrie are going hat shopping on friday! Woot! I wanna a beanie... (Lola says I just want to look like a street bum).
Oh yeah, went on msn yesterday. Stupid msn likes to slow down the com. Damn it. Anyway, was chatting about the short forms of names like OBS and making up stupid things for it. NBA: National Bastards Association. OBS: Orangutan Bathing Spring. CLE: Condemned Lame Education. And so on and so for. I tell you, I'm weird.
Gah, it's a long post. can't seem to shut up. Haha, Mary, your layout seems to put some of my entries in black leh. What happened?
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Thursday, June 02, 2005
I am so loser. I am posting here for the second time today cause I'm bored. I am so loser.
Can't help it, darling. Copying effing maths questions (last paper now) isn't appealing. and that's not PMS speaking. Anyway, visited blogs (some people really need to update *marycoughcoughcough* and some people need to GET A BLOG *coughwentingstupidtofucough*), and...don't wanna start copying again.
Siriusly. And remusly.
Anyway, here are my plans for the holidays:
UN convention Watch Inuyasha movie three (Do~ne) Go shopping numerous times. Watch Mr. and Mrs. Smith Get PTs done Meet up with the damned SL woman (X)
Unfortunately, most of them are after this week. Damned it.
Oh, and here is my wishlist for the hols:
Pulmice (sp?) stone for the damned feet (x) Earrings, earings and MORE earings Lipgloss (x) Jeans (moneymoneymoney) Phantom of the Opera VCD My Fair Lady VCD Inuyasha Movie 3 (x)
Oh my gawd. I am so loser. Assholes, my mom. Haiyah, don't go for the concert today lah. So boring. I've shoved a can of fruits (I'm surviving on canned food now XD) into the fridge and is waiting for it to freeze. Tres delicieux.
Oiu, et francaise est bonne. Il te fait parler en francaise, parce que j'aime francais.
Ciao. (Pun intended.)
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Sunday, May 29, 2005
Whee! Tribune day was so fun! Firstly, we went to KF to eat, and Brenda (brendy now, hehe) refused to eat chicken cause she drank Milo before. Me and Mary, being the kind people...er...persons we were, decided that what the heck, if we had to expand, so did she. So under our bugging (and my threats to sing), brendy decided to eat Macs. Yay! Then we went to gelatio and ate ice cream. Fat free. Sucks to gen-ni!
So, me, officially broke, and Qianni and Mary and Brenda and Vivian (who I stole popcorn chicken from), officially rich, trotted back to school with the squishy sec 4s and the sec twos and ones to realize that the stupid speaker in Raffles Room didn't work, and so we had no chance to listen to the songs in Phantom of the Opera. (Cue for screams of 'scandal!' 'horror!' and fainting.) Therefore, we hijacked 101's classroom and started pigging out there.
Then then then, because Qianni had to leave early, she got to choose what we watched first, so we had to watch 'Princess Diaries' cause she wanted something sweet and bimbotic (by the way, they called me Bimbotic. Not sure whether to be complimented or insulted. Sheesh. MARY, QIANNI, I HOPE YOU'RE READING THIS!!!). So, we sat down to pig out and watch, and I was making snide comments (somewhere along the lines of what I did during the Liang Zhu animation - she lost her nose! *snickers*) whilst Mary was bored. So I started to bully Brenda and Wanfen cause they were nearest and behind me.
Then then then then then after two grueling hours, we finished that movie, and we watched Phantom of the Opera! Finally! O.o Pretty pretty songs and scenery and Eric and Raoul! Pretty pretty mask and pretty pretty eyes! I love bo~th of them! Whee! It was so sad...eric was so heartbroken when Christine chose Raoul. Stupid Christine. Bitch. How dare she take my Raoul. Raoul was soooooooo HOT *fangirl scream* when he was fighting with Eric (who was sooooo COOL!!!) at the grave.
Puddle of Lichen.
After that, we (okay, Mary and I) wanted to watch My Fair Lady, but there was three discs and not enough time (and a general lack of agreement), so we watched a walk to remember instead. Because we could no longer sit still, Mary started playing with hair. I realized that my hair was hopeless for the nth time, and then I braided her hair (which was MUCH better than christabel's. ARE YOU LISTENING, CHRISSIE???) which turned out nice cause her hair was long and untangled and LONG. Unlike the pile of straw on someone's. I wonder who.
Then Ms Chia came in and we had Ice Cream, then we left. On the way, Me and Mary were going on about OBS horror stories *snickers* and scaring juniors. Oh dear. Bad us.
But but but Mary is leaving! *Wails* How could she? Leave us alone and miserable and lonely and without scores (which is much more important XD)??? Er...I'm a little sugar high now. ANYWAY, that heartless (checks Pygmalion) guttersnipe is going in mid-july. DON'T WANT!!! Thinking of throwing her a party before that. WE MUST WE MUST WE MUST. But ANYWAY, I'll skin her alive if she doesn't go online everyday after that, so might as well keep in contact through that.
Oh dear. The rain has drenched my floor. *lichen trots off to clean it up*
Ciao!
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Friday, May 27, 2005
Star Wars was soooo corny! I mean, Anakin was damned shuai and all that, but the lines are so damned corny! Listen to this:
"You are betraying the way of the light! Anakin! You are breaking my heart!"
"I feel so helpless!"
"I have been deformed by this hideous act of betrayal, but I assure you, my resolve is as strong as ever!"
"I will never let you leave me!"
"It seems that in your hate, you have killed her."
"I would never hurt her! No!"
"There is still some good in him! I know it!"
"But it is not right to kill him. He's weak and helpless."
"I need you! I cannot live without you!"
"And the last of democracy ends in thunderous applause."
"It is not the Jedi way!"
"It seems...she has lost the will to live."
And on and on and on. Mel and Gen were snickering beside me. Feifei...well, Feifei's a freak of nature. She wears her blouse inside and a long sleeved shirt in the hot sun AND she isn't sweating...idiot. Anyway, yeah. That's about ir. Typing with one hand and being on the phone isn't easy.
Ciao!
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Thursday, May 26, 2005
I feel so loser. I'm inofficially banned from the house telephone (cause if I use it, cue for big round of screaming and you-should-be-revising-your-homework-now-you-did-so-badly) and cannot start sms-ing now in case that becomes my death sentence (over the limit liao, anyway).
So bored. So sian. Ee.
Oh yeah, I'm not supposed to be surfing the net too, but what the hell. She can't block the net. I go pro~ject to do.
...
Dunno lah.
Physics sucked. My instrument only got 7 out of 8. What's going to save me when the report goes wrong? I hate the marking scheme. I mean, 4 marks. If you lose only 1, then the 80% is gone. What shit lor.
Pissed at the world in general. SPECIALLY pissed at her who thinks she can waltz into the class and just irritate me non-stop. What the hell lah, keep your hands to yourself, and jokes DON'T go below the belt.
Heck, even I know that.
Yeah, there's the occasional ice cube and hair ruffle and deodorant (oi, I stop now liao, okay) and all that, but if I resided in the basement, then you DEFINITELY make me feel like I'm on mount olympus. Then where would poor souls like panda and chinkie and sore go? I'll have kicked them out from their home! (Okay, Sore belongs to the dustbin officially, but the rest took pity on her and brought her up.)
Screw lah. I hate bakalaka and her stupid pmsing. Or mpsing. What the heck.
There're so many people I wish would just leave me alone.
And for the record, parents are sooo overated.
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I don't believe this. Either my teachers are ridiculously deluded, or they're unbelievable liars.
"lichen is an enthusiastic pupil"
I am dreadfully amused.
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Tuesday, May 24, 2005
What the hell do they think we are huh? Machines? What's the fucking problem with all these PTs huh? What are we going to gain from these that we can't from some other thing? Are they testing our stress limits huh? HUH HUH HUH??? Freaking stupid assholes. You know what? I just wanna die.
What's the point of still staying here? To finish the unfinisheable PTs izzit? To live for the next exam huh? Then what's beyond that? When one day there are no more exams for us to do? Then what's the FUCKING SHITTING PROBLEM with the stupid modules and everything? Why must we choose 4 of these stupid things when we can't dispense with the STUPID USELESS lessons like, I dunno, ENGLISH? So that we can see joanbitchteoh's stupid ugly mug izzit? You think I like being picked on by these stupid people day after day izzit? Stupidbala thinks I'm this very funny person to call upon and laugh at. Joanpatheticteoh happens to find it fun to pick on me. Wuposeryimin likes to pick on me for NO REASON AT ALL. Yeah i know, very fun right?
They don't even care lor. Let's take away the students' favorite food so that we can win the stupid award! Let's pressure the students so that we can win this, win that, crash the PTs together with stupid useless things and then still expect us to do well, keep up the summative for the whole year round. Who cares if they can't take it? We need the awards. We have the sustained achievement award. We have the health award. Yay. Who cares about the students? As long as they produce the awards, nothing much happens. Oh, unless they complain to the students. We can't have that. Oh no, that would leave a bad image on the school!
I punch my pillow thinking of joanuselessteoh's face. I punch the bolster thinking of assholebala's face. I scream obseneties of silicon head. Then? I have to do their assessments cause they're the teachers! Oh my gawd, how could I forget that? They're our teachers! It doesn't matter if they can't teach, if they're autistic or plain AIRHEADED, they got the qualifications! You see, as long as they look good on the school record, why bother whether they can help the pupils or not? Does it matter if we have teachers who likes to pick on and demoralize students one by one? Does it matter if our teachers are autistic and really cannot teach? DOES IT MATTER IF THE TEACHER JUST SPENDS LESSONS TALKING CRAP AND NOT TEACHING WHEN OTHERS GET A TEACHER WHO THINKS FOR THEM AND MANAGES TO ACTUALLY FINISH TEACHING WHAT'S IMPORTANT FOR US TO KNOW INSTEAD OF REMINICING ABOUT HER PAST LIFE WITH STUDENTS?
No! Of course not! These people can do their own research. Besides, they don't want to fail, so they have to get OUR desired marks. So we don't need to bother about them. No, not at all. Just leave them to swim or drown. Yay. Whoopee-doo. Isn't that the perfect method to life?
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Saturday, May 21, 2005
Rearranged the bedroom today. My com is now facing another side, and I actually have a table to work with now.
Okay, so I blogged. Yay.
And for the notice, do stop making this fuss about the bullying crap I wrote. It was two minutes work of flowery language. It's annoying me. :D
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Sunday, May 15, 2005
It never fails to surprise me that people are shocked that bullying is still commonplace. Since the April Fool Day Bullying Incident was revealed, questions rose from murmurs, long forgotten incidents dug up and examined yet again, doubt and insecurity spreading out in waves across a pond, like ripples that would never stop until the stone has sunk to the bottom of the pool, where it will lie in wait until another comes along.
Do they not understand? The answer is not hidden away in the dark recesses of the mind – it lies in the flex of one’s fingers, on the surface of one’s skin, dancing across the hollows of one’s face. It is neither intricate nor complex – it is forever there for one to find, locked up in denial and reality, yet never existing in the narrow road of acceptance in one’s mind.
It is behind the slap dealt by a betrayed wife, within the knife of a revenge murderer, spat out in a teary curse by the hurt – the want, no, the need to see someone suffer the same way we had. It is within the ugly need for revenge, surfacing as the cruelty that distorts the smile and face.
We attempt to classify it, as though it was foreign object, pretending that we are not related, amateur fumbling grouping it into two categories – the physical and the emotional.
The physical bullying exists as brute force, the attacker forcing the pain of the heart onto the flesh of another’s body, thinking that this would elevate the ache of the heart, or, in brutal vengeance against the world, that at least another would suffer along with him. The distorting cruelty of pain plays itself through the series of punches and kicks in a frenzy of bloodlust, not stopping until it is satisfied, whereupon it would retreat yet again into the sub-consciousness yet again until the beast within once again rears its ugly head.
Emotional bullying – threads circling the victim in an elaborate web of knots, the ends attached to the attacker’s fingers. It contains neither the barbarism nor the brutality of physical bullying, thriving instead in the silent maliciousness of manipulation in it’s finest form, in the cruelty of human nature as it sings out loud with the sharpest of taunts, choosing to exist instead as a elegant yet twisted dance, every subtle gesture pulling at the strings of the heart until they snap one by one, leaving behind a worn and battered soul that inhibits no more the body, nothing more than a bag of flesh and bones with empty eyes that cry out in a silent plea for help that would neither be heard nor heeded while the tormentor laughs in the cold pleasure of the blood of a soul upon his hands.
Yet, even as we humans indulge, be it consciously or not, in the bitter satisfaction of this activity, we ask the same questions over and over again, “Why does bullying still exist?”
Because, my dear friends, because.
For as long as we continue to exist, bullying will never cease, and as long a humans walk the earth, in that tiny little corner of their shadow, bullying will once again rear its ugly head, sniffing for blood.
- Li Chen
a.k.a Morpheus, Lord of the Dreams
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Thursday, May 12, 2005
OMG. I'm going for the UN talk. OMG.
OMG OMG OMG.
WHEE!!!!! Can't wait. This hols are going to be the best ev~a!
Okay, so I'm supposed to be working on my RS. So sue me. Have yet to get the freaking proposal from Sharmini, so I'm taking a break for the moment. Anyway, RS is coming out fine, and did I mention that our mentor is actually COMPETENT?!?
For SS, we started on education from the perspective of the government. You know, I think SS is actually a little effective. I still don't like PAP, but think of it this way: If I am in the government, I am damned well going to shut the people up before my rep gets trashed. Besides, it's not as though the PAP didn't do anything for the people. I guess that's how Singapore politics works - economic progress ranks first in terms of priority, and for the sake of that, we are willing to, and we WILL, give up our rights to form the 'perfect' society.
Will I vote for PAP in future? Saying that I'm insane and locked up in Woodbridge and thus actually still in this Singlish inhabited place, and that no better alternatives have cropped up and persevered (meaning that it's clever enough to avoid PAP's usual tactics), I'll vote for PAP. I mean, who wants to vote for Chee? He's all 'freedom of speech' and all that, but his actions are not that fitting for the government of a country. Are we all going on a hunger strike so that Malaysia would not stop selling us water (that is, if the situation crops up)?
Wonder what the UN talks are about. I hope it's not going to be bland - exactly why I don't wanna become a politician. Not to mention the WEP thingie.
Oh SHIT. Do the WEP and UN things clash? What to do what to do what should I do?
Gah, don't disturb my good mood. Worry about that later. Wanna...play now.
Lichie is going to play. :D
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Tuesday, May 10, 2005
I'm so happy. My RS has started off at last, and our mentor is actually quite nice. I don't care if he's a chaser - compared to Ha Mei Lan, he's the best mentor I could ever have. Life rocks, babay!
Furthermore, Tribune room (Raffles room) is cold today, so though I'm freezing, I'm happy.
I don't make sense. Okay, shall stop crapping now.
Yay.
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Monday, May 09, 2005
I'm bored.
You want to know how bored I am?
I am watching the retardedly slow downloading of X, eating my dinner, and choking on the baygon Mosquito Coil. And did I tell you my room's suddenly attracted mosquitoes?
Yeah, it has, so now I'm repelling them - using my hands and all the textbooks that are near me. My life sucks.
So, and I have to print out my chem thing, which includes installing the printer. Yay.
And I have to decide what to wear tomorrow. Fashion crisis, people. All those who don't have mothers like mine, or, for some unknown reason, like pink - shudders - be glad that your mother didn't fill your wardrobe up with your most hated color, just because it's feminine.
Gah. I'm going to the dentist's now.
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Saturday, May 07, 2005
Okay, Mary rocks. Yes, Mary is so smart, lovely, nice, kind, ETCETERA.
christabel is persuaded by her husband to take a holiday at a mysterious mansion in the country O.o Honeymoon, I see. Oi, WHICH husband?
christabel is forced to take an extended country holiday she foresees only long days of bucolic boredom and sexual ennui Er...'nuff said.
Christabel is fascinated and tempted. By me. Yeah, I know. I'm irresistable.
christabel is mean and disrespectful to a younger woman who offers her help to christabel Oh My Gawd. Chrissie-poo, so THAT's what you're doing these days. So bad. Tsk tsk tsk.
christabel is swept into a passionate sexual affair with randolph ash Er...
Christabel is quietly sensual. Catch me when I faint.
Chink is extremely flexible. You've made your point, darling.
Chink is a man. Man, you have absolutely NO idea how hilarious this is. Chink, I think we should switch roles.
Chink is more sexually Damnit, why did you stop here?
Chink is here motha fukah stop calling us chink Language dear, language. Improper use of grammer.
Chink is dead. Er, no, she's so not. I'm annoying her.
Chink is wide open. Er...is it just me, or is this extremely lewd?
Chink is a chink. As I've just discovered. This is soooooo lame.
Chink is kinda hot though Er...yah yah. Hear the sarcasm?
Chink is sexual chocolate. Why is Christabel linked with idiots and chink with sex? This SOOOO applies to real life! Why, googlism may not be so inaccurate after all!
This is weird. I'm gonna bug Lola.
Toodles.
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The EOIs are over, and I've a weekend to relax before the PTs catch up with me again.
By the way, those who read Christabel's blog, I really don't bully her that much. She's lying.
Really.
REALLY. STOP GLARING SUSPICIOUSLY AT ME.
Anyway, went to Bugis today. Finally got the keypad for the new cover for my phone, so I don't have to deal with the I-like-to-malfunction-and-irritate-lichen cover anymore. Hurray. And i got a casette with mendelssohn and Tchaikovshy and Mozart songs on it for 50 cents. I lurve Bugis.
But anyway, lemme start from the beginning. Mom's birthday today. (For anyone interested, red wine taste nice with sprite. WITHOUT LEMON.) So, after EOIs and PFTs and debate and shit - Oops, i meant RS - me, chink, fei2, jiang ning and fiona went to bugis. Because Chink fell in love with a stupid I 'heart' Mom mug there.
Which was out of stock, by the way. Stupid gal.
So, we wondered around the place - jiang ning and fiona were wet cause they insisted on walking in the rain when the rest of us had umbrellas. Actually, I was half wet too, cause Chink snatched away half my umbrella and after that jiang ning hugged me. Assholes. Then we found more mugs and i bought one for my mom seeing that it was her birthday today and Mother's day the day after. (Decided that I shall eat the Opus chocolates myself.)
And then Fiona and Jiang Ning and Chink wanted to go to Bugis street to buy a pencil case for some idiot, and I wanted to go to Sungei Rd, so we parted ways. (I think Chink thinks I abandoned her. Shit.)
Anyway, me and fei2 went to shop at Sungei Rd, and then cause we were both tired and I was hot and stinky, we went home.
I was supposed to catch up with some sleep seeing that the past few days, Brenda asshole got me hooked onto fanfic again, and i didn't get much sleep after that.
Nor did I get much revision, to think of that.
By the way, Naraku and Sesshoumaru make SUCH a good pair. Being homophobic is so...conservative of you, Chrissie-poo.
Anyway, moral of the story being, Brenda is an asshole and don't listen to her yaoi fantasies during EOIs. After that can lah.
But I'm going off onto a tangent. Anyway, I was supposed to sleep, listening to mendelssohn and all, but I realised that my air-con was still broken.
Sonuvabitch.
So here I am.
ANYWAY, Chrissie-poo blocked the tagboard. Think it's cause Wenting and me were flooding her with nonsense. Gah.
Just realised she described me as 'pigging out'. I'm sure she thinks she's very funny. Ha. Ha.
Though I DO like the pun.
Signing off,
Your residential piggy.
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Haha, just went to haunt everyone's blogs. Then went to googlism. See what they say about me:
lichen is a synergistic relationship between primitive plant and
lichen is clear biological example
lichen is not a single organism but rather two separate organisms living together
lichen is edible
lichen is available
chen is so esy and it does not need evolution and passing millions years
lichen is a symbiosis
lichen is the result of two or more separate organisms living permanently together
lichen is the most dominant plant of the continentlichen is graylichen is stretched
lichen is grey and hard to praise effusively
lichen is often referred to in ethnographic literature as alectoria jubatalichen is not a single organism the way most other living things are
lichen is a symbiotic association between a fungus and an alga
lichen is ash
lichen is poisonous
lichen is called a thallus
lichen is black and can shine a little
lichen is perennial and colonies grow slowly
lichen is well
lichen is a symbiotic relationship of a fungus and an alga
lichen is a unique life form which is the result of a symbiotic relationship between a fungus and an algae
lichen is one in which the photobiont
lichen is alive
lichen is created between the fungus and the alga
lichen is abundant
lichen is a plant
lichen is a mutualistic association between a fungus and either an alga or a cyanobacterium
lichen is a common in michigan
lichen is one of poland's important pilgrimage and apparition sites
lichen is a tiny
lichen is made up of a fungus and algae living together in close association with each other
lichen is found encrusting the trunks of red and white firs
lichen is very fragile so small fragments of the lichen can break of and get spread by the wind
lichen is also edible Yeah. What do beasts eat? Pig.
lichen is any one of a group of composite organisms in the symbiosis of fungus and algae
lichen is a squamulose
lichen in the reindeer moss family Rudolph the red nosed reindeer, has a very shiny nose...
lichen is hairlike in appearance and its thallus Hey! I resent that!
lichen is a tree
lichen is killed by the bleach *Glances around fugitively* Don't let Chrissie-poo see that.
lichen is a combination of two
lichen is definitely worthy of attention Brilliant observation. I so agree.
lichen is keen to ferret out new voices and is committed to offering editing comment
lichen is then soaked in water during which time it collapses and becomes less bulky
lichen is called "koonts
lichen is somewhat coriaceous and cartilaginous
lichen is a specific combination of a fungus and one or two algae
lichen is wetted by rain or morning dew Actually, seeing this afternoon, I was wetted by Jiang Ning, and Chink's utter refusal to let me have the umbrella to myself. I know, she wants me wet. *winkwink*
lichen is an organism made up of algae or bacteria enclosed within a fungus
lichen is really two plants
lichen is now confined to south west england
lichen is the world's first simultequel
lichen is available from several commercial sources Yeah yeah, just go and make me sound like a phone-sex operator... SHEESH
lichen is quite stable and sails well in a variety of wind and waves
lichen is truly aquatic
lichen is teloschistes exilis
lichen is composed of white filaments and green
lichen is an example of symbiosis in the tundra
lichen is flat or leaf
lichen is a "symbiotic" lifeform
lichen is soft after a rain I'm always soft. *winkwink*
lichen is a totally different matter
lichen is a fusion of two unrelated organisms
lichen is a species of ramalina
lichen is thomas Huh? What the hell? Lichen is PIGGY. P-I-G-G-Y. Not Thomas.
lichen is very leafy
lichen is the unique structure of "british soldiers" formed
lichen is really two plants living very closely to
lichen is so hard to find these dayslichen is one of the lichens most frequently grazed by caribou and reindeer
lichen is very rare with only a few widely scattered records
lichen is a foliose species which grows on mossy rocks or in moss
lichen is growing over portions of the marker
lichen is and the many thousands of forms it comes in
lichen is a combination of a fungus
lichen is comprised of fungal hyphae called rhizoids
lichen is very fragile allowing small fragments of the lichen to break off and the wind spreads it
lichen is mutualistic or part of a controlled parasitism And what the freaking hell was THAT supposed to mean? But I suppose so lah...*thinks of Chrissie-poo*
lichen is known as the mycobiont
lichen is closely related to mesic or moist old
lichen is no relation to the herbaceous plant of the same common name Agree, agree. Now, assholes, just practice what you preach.
lichen is
lichen is a pollution indicator WHATTHE- Hey, I resent that!
