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.
 -capture those
moments ;
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!
