I didn't mean it. Really. It's just that I think I hate you.

2007-01-23T17:11:00.000+06:00

MOVED! To: http://reaper-man.blogspot.com

Cheers.

2007-01-14T08:38:00.000+06:00

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.

...

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.

A

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.

Z

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.

2006-12-27T10:38:00.000+06:00

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-

...

-glares at monkey somemore-

Okay going off now. Ta!

2006-12-26T06:58:00.000+06:00

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.

2006-12-14T17:06:00.000+06:00

Heehee. I bought lotsa books yesterday! Grins. There were all the chinese weird books about history and all that, and Karma Sutra, edition II.

...

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.

2006-12-14T15:56:00.000+06:00

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.

2006-12-12T16:16:00.000+06:00

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.

2006-12-08T11:03:00.000+06:00

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.

2006-12-06T08:12:00.000+06:00

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.

2006-12-04T07:57:00.000+06:00

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!

2006-11-30T12:00:00.000+06:00

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!

2006-11-15T18:58:00.000+06:00

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.

2006-11-12T12:32:00.000+06:00

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

2006-11-12T12:09:00.000+06:00

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.

LONELY, I'M MISTER LONELY... (okay sorry wrong gender)

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.

2006-11-04T22:07:00.000+06:00

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.

2006-10-18T06:38:00.000+06:00

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.

... It's damned cold in here. OMG. I'm freezing. Popsicle lich.

2006-09-19T17:33:00.000+06:00

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'.

-__________-

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.

2006-09-09T12:58:00.000+06:00

"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."

2006-09-09T12:20:00.000+06:00

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

2006-09-04T17:05:00.000+06:00

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.

2006-09-01T14:15:00.000+06:00

'What will your obituary say?' at QuizGalaxy.com

How wonderful. But i think this is more suitable.

2006-09-01T08:39:00.000+06:00

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.

2006-08-24T13:10:00.000+06:00

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?

2006-08-23T12:29:00.000+06:00

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

XOXO

... right

2006-08-17T18:42:00.000+06:00

'What will your obituary say?' at QuizGalaxy.com

2006-08-17T17:45:00.000+06:00

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.

2006-08-14T14:12:00.000+06:00

... 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.

2006-08-12T06:58:00.000+06:00

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.

*During sparring*

Me: *punches*
Annoying elder brother: *leaps back. You're not hitting me!*
Me: *thinking: obviously, moron, you're LEAPING BACK.*

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.

2006-08-04T15:28:00.000+06:00

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'.)

2006-07-31T19:09:00.000+06:00

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. ^^

2006-07-30T15:54:00.000+06:00

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.

2006-07-29T19:08:00.000+06:00

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!

2006-07-20T15:58:00.000+06:00

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.

2006-07-17T13:58:00.000+06:00

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.

OPEN HOUSE 06

2006-07-15T16:54:00.000+06:00

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.

2006-07-11T18:38:00.000+06:00

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.

2006-07-10T19:26:00.000+06:00

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

2006-07-07T17:13:00.000+06:00

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.

Psychology/Sociology

94%

English/Journalism/Comm

94%

PoliticalScience/Philosophy

88%

French/German/Spanish

88%

Accounting/Finance/Econ

88%

Mathematics/Statistics

81%

Religion/Theology

75%

Visual&amp;PerformingArts

69%

HR/BusinessManagement

69%

History/Anthropology

63%

Physics/Engineering

63%

Nursing/AthleticTraining

56%

Biology/Chemistry/Geology

50%

Education/Counseling

50%

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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.

2006-06-30T13:00:00.000+06:00

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.

2006-06-25T08:54:00.000+06:00

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.

2006-06-24T15:20:00.000+06:00

Hardy har har. I'm kinda bored. That being the understatement of the year. Have been writing fanfics for the past week. Hmm. Two chapters down. That's kinda a veryveryveryveryveryveryvery slow pace. Reason? I've also been watching HunterxHunter. And Detective Conan. And Les Miserables. And Les Choristes. And west side story. Holiday mood hurr.

I DON'T WANNA GO TO SCHOOL! *throws a hissy fit* Just the thought of chem makes my head hurt.

Random note: I'm listening to Hips Don't Lie now.

I WANNA WATCH SHE'S THE MAN. Even though I don't really like amanda bynes and think she looks like neville longbottom.

I'm waiting until I can go esplanade so I can borrow music scores. Hmm. I want les miz and les choristes and POTO in TWO HANDS damnit. Like, my fingers are so long I can play for 3 parts in two hands izzit. Lousy scores. And they're damned pixellated somemore.

Shakira (singer) has a very cute accent. Tale of two cities is sitting on my table. I should really continue reading it. But xian lah. I should blog properly. But nevermind. I know you love me enough to love what I write regardless of content. ~~What content?~~ Coughs.

Cat's birthday was on tuesday. Went to eat lunch with her. Cat is so GH3Y. Especially with liqi. As brenda puts it, place those two people together for more than 5 seconds and they start banging against each other. Sorta like a charged metal pole and an uncharged one put together. That attract-repel thingie. Those two. Tsk tsk.

Naturally, I was the only sane one.

Then went to cut my hair. Hmmm.

On, then on thursday, the moment wenting came into the classroom, she went @.@ at my hair. Da4 Jing1 Shi1 Se4. LOL. Then during maths, brenda was acting gay, but who can refute that claim? She took the purple duck (that lickie christianed Christabel) and started pecking at liqi's head, then went:

THIS IS A WOODPECKER.

-_- And dogs walked on air and random nonsense. Then we went home early cause we kinda had nothing to do and were bored. Mrsche w is <3

If <3 is love, then < ) should be Ice cream! Coolness.

Then friday I stayed in bed until...12. Then binged on my remaining chocolate. It's the school-starting depression, I swear. Think of bio and english PT. L'horreur.

Come monday me and toad will go to school with stick ponytails. Giggles gayly. Stick! Strawman! cause they're two of us, it's strawmEn! We the scarecrows!

WE ARE THE HOLLOW MEN. <3

2006-06-24T10:31:00.000+06:00

LONG LIVE FRANCE!
WE LOVE FRANCE!
VIVE LA FRANCE!
JE T'AIME :)

2006-06-19T11:46:00.000+06:00

OMGOMG. The phone pervert called me AGAIN. When I'm WRITING. UGH. Like, you think I want to entertain you izzit. I swear, if that ass calls me again, I'm going to ask him to meet me then bring the police along with me. Then castrate him with a SPOON before handing him over to the authorities.

Stupid fucking asshole. Just go and lay yourself kay? Cause you're so repulsive no one would ever screw you. And yes, not even on the bloody phone.

Retail Therapy :)

2006-06-18T07:02:00.000+06:00

I think spending time with toad has a negative effect on my wallet. Seriously. Blew all of 120 bucks yesterday, not to mention the 32 bucks on thursday. Haha. My wallet cries.

But shopping is fun. Even if your wallet is quite screwed (speaking of which, I still need to replace it). Let's list the stuff we got. XD

ME:

Bag - 30

Jeans - 30

Shorts to make my mommy happy - 20
Football tee for father's day - 15
Cat's birthday earrings - 8, to add on to those toad bought. So now she has a pair for every day of the week. XD

TOAD:

Bag - 30 (yes you can see we got the bags together)
Watch - 13 (which will be officially mine next month when I have money to pay her cause she doesn't really know how to put it on)
Italy tee - 15

And something else. I forgot what it was, but she spent 90 yesterday. And this I know cause when we were back on the MRT, we were counting our expenditure.

Because, you know, we love singapore and have to uphold its kiasu honor.

2006-06-14T18:30:00.000+06:00

Meme from Qianni's blog:

Bold: true
Italics: I wish it's true

I miss somebody right now.
I don't watch much TV these days.
I own lots of books.
I wear glasses or contact lenses.
I love to play video games.
I've tried marijuana.
I've watched porn movies.
I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.
I believe honesty is usually always the best policy.
I curse sometimes. As opposed to constantly. I dunno which one. I mean, I'm quite polite. Right?
I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.
I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.
I have broken someone's bones. I wish.
I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal. Frankly, with a mouth like mine, there's nothing I'm ashamed to reveal. I just get ashamed OF revealing it.
I hate the rain.
I'm paranoid at times.
I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.
I need/want money right now.
I love sushi.
I talk really, really fast.
I have fresh breath in the morning.
I have long hair.
I have lost money in Las Vegas.
I have at least one sibling.
I was born in a country outside of the U.S.
I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.
I couldn't survive without Caller I.D. (I totally won't dare to pick up the phone)
I like the way that I look. LOL you ask ME? What part of I'm-an-ego-queen do you not understand?
I have lied to a good friend in the last 6 months.
I am usually pessimistic.
I have a lot of mood swings.
I think prostitution should be legalized.
I slept with a roommate. Define Slept with.
I have a hidden talent.
I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.
I have a lot of enough friends.
I have pecked someone of the same sex.
I enjoy talking on the phone. But only with certain people.
I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.
I love to shop and/or window shop.
I'm obsessed with my Xanga or Livejournal.
I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.
I have a cell phone.
I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.
I currently like/love someone. Me.
I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.
I want to have children in the future.
I have changed a diaper before.
I've called the cops on a friend before.
I'm not allergic to anything.
I have a lot to learn. I really, really didn't want to bold this one.
I am shy around the opposite sex.
I'm online 24/7, even as an away message.
I have at least 5 away messages saved.
I have tried alcohol or drugs before.
I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.
I own the "South Park" movie.
I have avoided assignments at work/school to be on Xanga or Livejournal or DeviantART. I avoid assignments/work at school. Period.
I enjoy some country music.
I would die for my best friends.
I'm obsessive, and often a perfectionist.
I have used my sexuality to advance my career. On who. Jojo?
Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.
I have dated a close friend's ex.
I am happy at this moment.
I'm obsessed with guys.[together]
Democrat.
Republican.
I am punk rockish.
I go for older guys/girls, not younger.
I study for tests most of the time.
I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.
I can work on a car.
I love my job(s). Cases woot!
I am comfortable with who I am right now.
I have more than just my ears pierced.
I walk barefoot wherever I can.
I have jumped off a bridge.
I love sea turtles.
I spend ridiculous amounts of money on makeup.
I plan on achieving a major goal/dream.
I am proficient on a musical instrument. [ more like underachieving though]
I hate office jobs.
I went to college out of state.
I am adopted.
I am a pyro.
I have thrown up from crying too much.
I have been intentionally hurt by people that I loved.
I fall for the worst people.
I adore bright colors.
I usually like covers better than originals.
I hate chain theme restaurants like Applebees and TGIFridays.
I can pick up things with my toes.
I can't whistle.
I have ridden/owned a horse.
I still have every journal I've ever written in.
I talk in my sleep. Sometimes.
I've often thought that I was born in the wrong century.
I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.
I wear a toe ring.
I have a tattoo.
I can't stand at LEAST one person that I work with.
I am a caffeine junkie.
I am completely tree-huggy spiritual, and I'm not ashamed at all.
If I knew I would get away with it, I would commit at least one murder.
I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical, the better.
I enjoy a nice glass of wine with dinner.
I'm an artist.
I am ambidextrous.
I sleep with so many stuffed animals, I can hardly fit on my bed.
If it weren't for having to see other people naked, I'd live in a nudist colony.
I have terrible teeth.
I hate my toes.
I did this Meme even though I wasn't tagged by the person who took it before me.
I have more friends on the internet than in real life. LOL. I have absolutely no life on the internet.
I have lived in either three different states or countries.
I am extremely flexible.
I love hugs more than kisses.
I want to own my own business.
I smoke.
I spend way too much time on the computer than on anything else.
Nobody has ever said I'm normal.
Sad movies, games, and the like can cause a trickle of tears every now and then.
I am proficient in the use of many types firearms and combat weapons.
I like the way women look in stylized men's suits.
I don't like it when people are unpleased or seem unpleased with me.
I have been described as a dreamer or likely to have my head up in the clouds.
I have played strip poker with someone else before. We never progressed further than sweaters cause we were laughing too hard at Lola's strip tease.
I have had emotional problems for which I have sought professional help.
I believe in ghosts and the paranormal.
I can't stand being alone.
I have at least one obsession at any given time.
I weigh myself, pee/poo, and then weigh myself again.
I consistently spend way too much money on obsessions-of-the-moment.
I'm a judgmental asshole.
I'm a HUGE drama-queen.
I have traveled on more than one continent.
I sometimes wish my father would just disappear.
I need people to tell me I'm good at something in order to feel that I am.
I am a Libertarian.
I can speak more than one language.
I can fall asleep even if the whole room is as noisy as it can be.
I would rather read than watch TV.
I like reading fact more than fiction.
I have pulled an all-nighter on an assignment I was given a month to do. Namely Physics PT.
I have no piercings.
I have spent the night in a train station or other public place.
I have been so upset over my physical gender that I cried. I'm a girl and proud of it, babe.
I once spent Christmas completely alone because there was a miscommunication on which parent was supposed to have me that night.
I've been married and am now divorced.
There have been times when I have wondered "Why was I born?" and may/may not have cried over it.
I like most animals better than most people.
I own a collection of retro games consoles.
The thought of physical exercise makes me shiver.
I have hit someone with a dead fish.
I have written/read erotic stories.
I am compulsively honest.
I was born with a congenital birth defect that has never been repaired.
I have danced topless in front of dozens of complete strangers.
I have gone from wishing I was a boy to revelling in being a girl to feeling like a boy again in the span of five minutes, and not cared a whit for my actual sex.
I am unashamedly bisexual, and have different motivations for my desires for different genders.
I sometimes won't sleep a whole night or eat a whole day because I forget to.
I find it impossible to get to sleep without some kind of music on.
I dislike milk.
I obsessively wash my hands.
I always carry something significant around with me.
Sometimes I'd rather wear a wig in day-to-day life than use my own hair.
I've pushed myself to become more self-aware and thereby more aware of others. failing miserably.
Even though I live on my own I still cry sometimes because I miss my mother.
I hand wrote all the HTML tags in this document.
I've liked something which a majority of people claimed was either bad or weird.
I have been clinically dead for a brief period of time.
Instead of feeling sympathy/empathy with people and their problems, I simply become annoyed.
I am a virgin. [Please don't be shocked]
I participate/have participated in auto drag races and won.
I do not 'get' most comedy acts.
I don't think strippers are money-greedy or slutty for dancing.
I don't like to chew gum.
I am obsessed with history/historical things and can't wait for someone to build a time machine so I can be the first to use it.
I can never remember for the life of me where I parked the car.
Had the TEEN ANGST thing going for at least 2-3 years.
I wish people would be more empathic and honest with each other.
I play Dungeons and Dragons weekly.
I love to sing.
I want to live in my mother's basement when I grow up.
I have a custom-built computer.
I want to create a certain someone's babies, even though there's a 0% possiblity of ever achieving it.
I would be in a relationship with one of my pets if they were human.
I've gone skinny-dipping.
I've performed in three plays, all of them Shakespeare.
I enjoy burritos.
I'm Irish and lovin' it.
I have a thing for redheads.
I am a twin!
Most times, I'd rather do something intellectual instead of doing something generically 'fun'.
Once I set out to finish something, I always stay at it until it is completed before I move on to something else.
I wish there were a way to erase past mistakes.
I sleep more than 12 hours a day.
I often fantasize about being in fights or physically hurting people, but not anyone in particular.
I love instant noodles.
I was a spoiled brat as a child.
I'm over 25 years old and still enjoy all the things I did when I was 10.
Sometimes I feel like I'm not of this world at all.
I own more than ten Disney movies.
I was forced to grow up quickly.
Over 40GB of music.
Some times little kids scare the crap out of me.
I don't really like physical touch.
I adore little boys.

2006-06-14T16:42:00.000+06:00

Lalala. I'm in a cheerful mood. Jean-Baptiste Meunier absolutely rocks my socks, by the way. I've uploaded new LJ icons, and Mary's sent me some of her photoshop ones.

The hotness. *spazzes* Why doesn't Singapore have such hot guys with such hot voices?

:/

Anyway, I'm online, waiting for someone from trib to come online so I can bug them. I've even rearranged my listings - from TRIBUNE to CCA - so the ppl would appear top on the msn box. UGH. WE NEED THE ISSUE OUT BY TODAY. Ms. Chia's gonna KILL us if we still don't have it.

Tried reading terry brooks today. Sad. I didn't manage to get past the first two chapters. HELLO. Which IDIOT, after meeting this random STRANGER on the road, gets almost TROTTLED by this random ass, invites said ass to his house? Especially after said strangers spills out that he KNOWS this idiot has a brother, radiating all the tendencies of a serial stalker. I mean, I might do that if I were a depressed, suicidal lemming, or if I really hated my family, or if I were just slightly bonkers in the head, but from his POV, he's none of the above.

Then, after arriving home, his father, another dumb blockhead, is unhappy that he brought people home, but says 'oh okay, you bring a tall, dark stranger into the house and you don't know his name. Oh, by the way, tall dark stranger whose name we don't know, you want dinner?' Isn't a saner topic of conversation, say, WHO ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE AFTER ALMOST STRANGLING MY SON?!?!?

Then of course, they sit around the table making no small talk at all cause silence is comfortable and polite in a stranger-whom-you're-having-dinner-with's vicinity, especially since you still don't know the name of the stranger.

Then, after a long while, the wonderful brother of the first idiot whom the stranger knew through stalking, since terry brooks doesn't feel the need to tell us HOW the stranger knew, walks into the house. And is mesmerized by the stranger, since he has such strange eyes they make a legitimate reason for engaging in a staring match - 'a battle of wills' - between two people who've never met before, especially since one of them has just walked in to find the other in HIS house. Fate yes. (I think it's just the author wishing to find a way to demonstrate the brother [shea]'s strength of will whilst being too lazy to find a proper way.)

After which, the stranger finally deigns it upon himself to announce his name - Allanon - and nothing else at all, except that he's going to bed. In another house. WOW. And the rest are starstruck, since Terry Brooks believes that everyone knows about an allanon and will be as dazzled by the name as his characters apparently are.

Then, the next morning, they sit around a table and allanon goes into this looong looooong information dump about how shea's the sole survivor/heir of so and so, and the only one able to wield a sword to defeat someone. Cliched much? And brooks places it in such a boring conversation what makes me want to escape to my laws on defamation. I mean, those are boring shit, but at least they are vaguely interesting, if only because you need all your attention to wade through the jargon. But no, terry brooks has no better way to tell us about a long story as boring as the history of singapore than to make all three people sit down around a table and talk.

Like yeah. Let's imagine the scenario.

---

Me: Walks home and whistles. (Oh, this is another weird part. This idiot's walked home dunno how many times before, suddenly feels that something is wrong and that someone's in the shadows, and decides, hell, I shall WHISTLE! Because, you know, even though it attracts robbers and murderers like nobody's business, I need my courage, cause it's more important than surviving the night.)

*Hence, instead of being cautious and looking around, I whistle loudly because it's apparently going to scare all the shadows away.*

Random shadow: Leaps out and pounces on lich.

Lich: *Defies all logic and doesn't scream. Instead, scrutinize the random-shadow-turned-random-stranger's face. Which is hidden so behind in a hood no one can see his eyes. Still defies all logic and doesn't scream.*

*random conversation ensues, in which lich asks for stranger's name and doesn't get an answer. And in which Lich loses all sense of self-preservation and doesn't run.*
Stranger: You have a brother.

Lich: (No shit, I already have a sister. You think I want a brother to top it off?) Um yeah I do. *Even though the stranger is stating a fact and sounding like a serial stalker. We have already established the fact that lich in this story has no sense of self-preservation NOR any brains so I suppose it's minimally credible.*

Lich: *Tries to ask how he came by this information.*

Stranger: *Strangles Lich.* My patience is waning fast.

*stranger stops strangling lich but pushes her into a bush. Here, we also have to say that Lich is a guy and therefore not scared of being raped.*

*black shadow flies over lich and lich gets very, very scared.*

Lich: What is that?

Stranger: creatures of the underworld. They're big, bad scary things.

Lich: Oh okay. Wanna come to my house?

---

O.o One would think someone with so little skills at self-preservation would have been long dead and mugged on the streets by now. I mean, you grow wiser as you grow older. I shudder to think of that guy as a kid. Must have been utterly exasperating, bringing all tall, dark strangers who trottle them into the house.

GAH. I'm frustrated. If we don't get the issue out, I can't extend my WEP. @(*%&$*&^)(*&#$ And I don't really wanna get murdered. kaereuhudfhzkjdfilsdrnivsvarniv uaa viuya v ul aiu nla iul diur kbjraguirasguica e dfu arajklhgajh

I'm really starting to hate festivals.

2006-06-12T06:16:00.000+06:00

BYEBYE MELMEL JIEJIE!

Haha. I set the phone alarm so I'll wake up in time to bid mel bye, which I did, then I fell asleep halfway through the conversation. -_-"

Note: I'll get to see a photo of 2-year old Mel some day. And then I'll paste it everywhere and show it to everyone. (Read: The incorrigible chrissie and brenda and monkey and fei and my wife and wenting and toad and zishan)

I WANT LES CHORISTES. Jean-Baptiste Meunier is so HOT when he sings. His voice is GORGEOUS. Of course, I currently don't have the VCD, which is sad sad SAD, and I'm listening to the pathetic substitution of a trailer until I get it. The sadness of my life.

Okay, Jean-baptiste meunier's voice is so hot if it was any hotter, I'll jump him. It's so angelic! OMG. The trailer makes me wanna cry. (And you can guess what happens when I actually get my hands on the vcd.) MUAHAHA.

Anyway, the review for Les Choristes is extremely amusing. It has this sarcastic wolfffe-type commentator, who speaks utterly true. All those who wants to hear it, just go to Windows Media Player, type in les choristes, and it's the second non-video one. 'If the children and their sad sack of a teacher weren't charmers, the plot could do without its framing device.' XP

Okay, for those who wanna hear more about LSL:

Went in the morning to meet mel at the mrt. In the process of closing the car door, I broke the window and it jammed. O.o My dad was devastated. I mean, I just wounded his second wife! Gasp! Horror!

ANYWAY, after we got there, whereupon my dad immediately got off to check on the window, me and mel went over to put out stuff on a trolley so I can push it to Pasir Ris Park and look like this delinquent running away from home. As you all know, the volunteers mass quit, so I went there with only ONE volunteer. Quite sad, really. But THIS volunteer is ching's junior. MUAHAHA.

ANYWAY, once there, sweating like mad, we set up the games booths, which was just eight cones, and we waited.

Then chrissie called. She was coming to pasir ris park, and she didn't know which entrance to enter. (Cause the park's quite confusing. fei and mel and me got lost the last time we tried.) There was this funny part where she was being a bododo, and I was having a decently reasonable laugh at her expense, then we settled down to wait for the children to arrive.

The children, as I've said, are utterly, utterly annoying. Nigel's guai though, but me and chris figures that's cause he has a crush on mel. SHHH: THE CHILDREN CALL HER MELMEL JIEJIE! SHHH! IT'S A SECRET! The yellow group is the only one that has any idea how to play DOUBLE WACKO, and everyone spent their time shouting at them.

Then it rained. Yayy. I love rain. Got thoroughly drenched. (And so did mel, cause she fell ill. Idiot. Didn't have the sense to stay out of the rain like fei.) Chrissie got bullied into picking up bottles for children, so SHE got drenched as well. MUAHAHA.

OMG. CHRISTABEL GOT NEW SPECS. PINK. IN BRENDA STYLE. When we get back to class, liw ei will go 'xiao dan zen me jin tian kan qi lai bu yi yang ah?' MUAHAHAHA.

ANYWAY, at this point Mrsch ew arrived, with her daughter Shermin, who is this guai, shy person. Anyway, we had sandwich making for lunch, which was quite oaky, but we ran outta bread. (Then alvin dumped his two slices into the dustbin -_-")

Then when the rain stopped, we returned to the center. And the volunteers rested in the volunteer room and exchanged stories, which was hilarious.

Then they had tea break, and puppet making, which was a test on all of our patience. One person from brenda's group was annoying her (and me), then she was, like, oh, him. He doesn't listen to me. Throw him into the dustbin.

BRENDA. You DON'T tempt me like that. I was, like, OMG YEAH. WE SHOULD.

Then there was the puppet show, where the stage I made was falling apart cause the curtains was made of crepe paper and they were the openable ones, so they tore on the strings. O.o And the strings got tangled. o.O ANYWAY, the storylines were...amusing.

There was the cinderella one:

There was a beautiful and elegant but sooty girl called cinderella. *goes along storyline, RGS style, which equals amusement.* Then cinderalla ran away from the prince, and he was heartbroken, so he cried. Children: BOOHOOHOO.

Yeah. I think we have a bunch of sadistic people.

Oh, and there was mel's, which is on her blog, and other storylines, most of which we couldn't hear until mel started reading them out, and mine, which went along the lines of:

Once, there was this magical doll, named Golden Lisa. (They wanted Lisa. I told them Mola Nisa *mona lisa, geddit geddit?*, but no one appreciated my genius.) Then there was this bad guy, who wanted to steal the golden Lisa. However, the salesgirl was good and she stopped the guy from stealing the golden Lisa. (Yes, I told it like that.) The bad guy was angry, so he wanted to kill the salesgirl. However, as the salesgirl was a kind and good girl, the magical tree came alive and stopped the bad guy from killing her. The tree kicked the bad guy away (Adriel acted this out very enthusiastically), and the salesgirl got a promotion, and they all lived happily ever after.

... Yeah. THen there was the science thing, where toad got everyone to chant 'I LOVE DENSITY' -____-"

Then we sorta blurred the rest of the day, but it was nearing dinner anyway.

Okay, I shall go now.

WEP LSL lalala

2006-06-11T16:12:00.000+06:00

LOLX. Two weeks of WEP over. One(or maybe two) more week (s) to go. I think WEP's hilarious. It's where me and/or toad act retarded. That's what happens when two retarded people stay together for a long time. We've even begun talking together. About the most retarded stuff. And not like, normal stuff where you can guess what's going to be said next. And not more retarded follow-up conversations like toad and mel chong's:

Mel: Do you think...
Toad: If you want to buy the bag, just buy it.
Mel: ... Actually, I was asking do you think I should buy the chicken tako balls. OMG. At first I thought you actually read my mind.
Lich: @.@

HAHA. Then one of the few incidents where me and toad were retarded together, cause normally it's just one of us being retarded then laughing at ourselves, like toad stepping off a taxi early or me falling off a chair.

*Toad and I at the junction opposite International Plaza waiting for green man*
Toad: So, what are we eating?
Lich: Starbucks? Get a frappe lah.
Toad: Oh wait, it's International Plaza.
Lich: Wow, you can read. *Points at sign*
Toad: *ignores me* So that means there's Macs!
(Of course, at that point neither of us knew that there was no such outlet.)
Lich: OMG YEAH!
Toad: Let's go!
*At this point both of us step forward.*

So, naturally, there was the red man shining upon us, and little angelic cars zooming past, while we just about put one foot over the kurb.

Laladela.

Of course, there was also the time where toad wanted to get green tea. Then for some reason we were crippled with laughter, and no one managed to take more than one step without bursting into laughter. For some reason. I think there was no reason at all. Toad's retardedness is just contagious.

Of course, we get to witness funny moments, such as our boss, who is quite amusing, in the 'I amuse myself' way. And then there was the woman at the sub courts.

*Woman walks past metal detector*
Metal Detector: Ring ring.
Security Guard: Are you carrying anything metallic?
Woman: Um...I think it's my bra.

It ended up being her belt buckle. How retarded.

So. Wep. It's quite fun actually, when we're actually doing stuff. But since we're even more new to law then newbies, we're technically, really secretaries. We write the letters, sort out affidavit verifying list of documents, and write and send orders of courts to the judge for approval, then give them to the court clerk to send to the defendant.

Then when we have nothing to do, we play bingo. -_-" Of course, recently we've gotten more on track, and we merely read books on defamation.

(Cause this is Singapore and knowing the law on this topic is of utmost importance. You-Know-Why and You-Know-Who, of course.)

And we compare notes. I swear the law books are just WRITTEN so no one can comprehend. Full of jargon. Once under a law [240.148], which is actually about Proceedings in Parliament, there is this whole paragraph, which is a sentence (4-5 lines long), which, without the jargon, means - no one is liable to the law for their actions if they don't break the law.

-_-" Er woooow.

Then of course, there was the falling off the chair incident, which was actually I was trying to imitate someone, then accidentally fell off the chair. O.o I really didn't know how it happened. I was sitting properly, then suddenly one end of my butt started sliding, so I tried to shift myself so I could, say, regain my balance, and ended up falling BACKWARDS instead and landing on my butt. And almost flashing toad, cause I was wearing a skirt. Yes, gasp. Me wearing a skirt. I don't like it either. You can't walk OR sit decently in one. And then she sat on her chair and I sat on the floor in the position I landed and we laughed non-stop.

Then the taxi incident. Me and toad were taking the taxi with boss so we could go to court, then the taxi paused for a while cause it was behind another car which had stopped, and toad thought we could get out and opened the door and stuck one foot out. -______-" Of course, both boss and me and the taxi driver thought her retarded.

Of course, there was that of me being a pig, and toad's melted plastic mottle, and all, but that's not really the point.

Then LSL. It was on tuesday, and I'm really glad it's over. Not really for the normal fridays, cause that's okay, but the camp itself. It was...quite a success. But it was NOT fun. The children were ANNOYING. I felt like SLAPPING them. Monkey yelled at them like shit. Everyone felt like slapping them. That was those idiots for you. Children who DON'T listen.

Then volunteers backed out at the last minute. Mass-backing out. Like, Caviar, who was sick and REALLY not staying back to do her physics PT. -___-"

Of course, there were funny parts. Such as mel being called *sniggers* melmel jiejie.

Yeah. But amongst all the volunteers, we had a fun time. Thanks all you volunteers, chrissie and monkey and toad and brenda and all of you, and THANK YOU mel and fei and ching for helping to do this camp, and making up for me when I'm being lousy and slack. I LOVE you guys. Muaks. Kisses. You guys rock my socks. As in, you rock so much I'm carsick.

Okay, I finally made a long post. Shall go off now. Ta!

P.S. Mary's school doesn't let her access my blog cause of FORBIDDEN CONTENT. HA!

2006-06-03T11:29:00.000+06:00

I DON'T BELIEVE THIS.

I DON'T BELIEVE THIS. THIS IS RIDICULOUS. IT'S LUDICROUS. IT'S LAUGHABLE.

I'm really such a retard.

I missed Maths Olympiad AGAIN.

FOUR YEARS RUNNING.

I think I should be proud.

2006-05-27T07:49:00.000+06:00

Holidays have started. Haha. It doesn't really feel like holidays. I feel particularly lazy, though. GAHH. Must finish the stupid maths thing then finish physics. But I don't even feel like blogging. Laziness setting in. Hmm.

2006-05-21T13:04:00.000+06:00

lichen --

[adjective]:

Tastes like fried chicken

'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com

*sarcastic look* Wow. That's great. After all the effort with strawberry and whipped cream.

Rama Lama Ding Dong

2006-05-21T10:40:00.000+06:00

Haha. I finally downloaded the Rama Lama Ding Dong song. Am listening to it right now. OMG. Cat's voice rocks. Cat, if you serenade me, I'll do you a thousand sexual favours.

Pretty songs pretty songs~

Currently listening:
Dream a little dream of me
I hope you dance
Emo Kid (okay, not very pretty, but damned funny. Go check out the lyrics)
Rama Lama Ding Dong.

I want one voice. But I haven't found it yet. Damnit.

I'm doing feelo essay right now. So I'm quite easily side-tracked. Feelo requires a lot of...concentration. I'm not focus for a reason, you know. Currently I have a grand total of...374 words. Okay. That's a fair effort. But still. I can type crap at dunno how many pages in ten minutes and I spend an afternoon and a morning on feelo and I only have 374 words? Though century gothic is such a pretty pretty font. It's officially the much-loved-by-tribune font.

I'm doing what do you think is the best answer to the question: 'Where does morality come from?' Im' quite tempted to answer - me. I'm inspired. Grins.

I've got a ~~clown~~ girl ~~his~~ her nams is ~~Hisoka~~ Rama Lama Ding Dong.

Where does morality come from? Do I care? Morality is restricting. Why do we need to listen to what some contemptible nation declares morality? Hello, I have my own code, thankyouverymuch. I promise you I won't go around raping annoying people. I screw them instead. Is that immoral? What's the difference between amoral and immoral? So rape is immoral. Is mutual screwing between me and chink immoral? Amoral? Pleasurable?

Haha okay forget that last part.

I think I'm politically incorrect. Chrissie was blogging about the one man on an island thing, and she said she'll bring sanity along with her.

Forget sanity. I'll much rather bring along the person who sent me there. Who cares about sanity when you can have revenge? If I have to suffer, I'll make sure that bastard suffers along with me. And if I go insane, I'll be a happy insane person.

Okay. Barry Manilow's AOL broadcast is annoying and slow. That's it. I'm kidnapping cat as my personal singer. And I'll just get liqi along with her to amuse her. And christabel cause she amuses liqi. Hmm. And a bomb shelter as well, cause I predict casualties. (Namely: me)

Hokay I'm being random.

2006-05-14T11:12:00.000+06:00

I'm finally back from malaysia. Haha. I love Malaysia. Okay, not really. The place is much less advanced as compared to singapore. But you should see the people! They're the sort that accept whatever comes to them (still not sure whether this is good or not) and remain cheerful all the time. It's really catching.

Anyway, on the first day, I was busy gorging myself on food.

Okay, fine, I went to a restaurant and ordered 3 set meals thinking they were individual dishes and the damned waiter didn't tell me. Jackass. But the food was nice.

Second day we went to Desaru. It was so funny, cause we were scaring this poor singaporean family. And people wonder where I got that evil streak from. Cause when we went to malaysia, my dad was driving his other car, which was this HUGE land-roverish black car except it's lorry size and damned grand. (cause it's kinda stupid to drive a small, loved-to-bits-and-it-shows-by-my-dad car to Malaysia and not expect to get robbed) So anyway, that was a malaysian car, and then it was going to Desaru too, so we were just following them. So imaging you're this small singaporean car and then there's this huge monstroisity of a malaysian car following you, cutting in front of other cars but just TAILING YOU NON STOP. It got to the point that they were so freaked they deliberately slowed down so we could overtake them. But my dad was chortling and going, 'we have a guide, so why should we cut them?'

Thankfully we swerved into a fruit farm halfway and they were so relieved. It was so hilarious.

Oh then I forgot the rest. So nvm. I cut my hair today. For, like the first time since last year. I think the barber was tense. I mean, it's not everyday you cut the hair of this person giving you the evil eye and promising death and destruction if you mess up her hair. He didn't look very reliable, actually. I was having reservations, and through the whole thing I was telling myself 'don't worry, you'll have plenty of time to screw him if he screws up later.'

Anyway, so my hair is shorter (only slightly lah), and the fringe that chenchen loves to tug on is gone.

Ha, you wish. It's still there and growing away, just shorter.

Haha. I missed my blog. Now that I've blogged I can go and do...something.

2006-05-06T13:27:00.000+06:00

I'm actually mugging chem. OMG. I feel proud.

Blogging in School! sChOOL!

2006-05-05T06:25:00.000+06:00

Lalala. I haven't blogged in school for like, so long. I think brenda wants to use the comm, since Mrs. Chew's not here yet. But NYAHHH. Not letting her use. Seriously. I think she's using the com as a route of escape from the reality that she lusts after me. DENIAL IS NOT GOOD BRENDA.

Haha. Mel's beside me. I can, like,just poke her now. OKAY I WON'T. DON'T HIT ME MELMEL. I'm guai and innocent and not planning anything at all.

Hmm. We have CLE reflection journal to do. I haven't even GOT a journal. Hmm. Good bloggy you know you're my journal right? I know you love me and not that monkey who steals my accounts because she's a MONKEy and not a cute moss like me right?

Flowers and kisses for you. (If the flowers were from me, you'll treasure them forever, won't you?)

Oh god. I'm flirting with a blog. Not good. And since I'm at the teacher's seat, I'm exchanging flirtatious glances with random people from the class. Melmel is writing her CLE journal. We all know she's confessing her love for me. Don't worry, mel. It's not one sided.

Wenting's LAME. Cat came into the class and tofu went 'MRS CHEW YOU'RE HERE!'

-_-" THen cat gave her a funny look. But Cat has always been kinda funny looking. So there. *sticks out time*

Christabel is shrieking exasperatedly at monkey. Hmm. The lovebirds.

Shall not shout over and disturb their smooching session.

mel: you know, i think christabel is behaving kind of weird lately. she's given in to high pitched squealing when there isnt even a need to hitch up her voice you know.

Lichie again: But chrissie's always been kinda weird. Heehee. And the high pitched thing is just monkey's influence. Nothing to worry about. It'll go away in a while when you find her prancing around like a...monkey. It always changes to stuff like that. *nods knowledgeably*

mel: i happen to exert a negative sphere of influence to people around me -.-''' look at wenting zishan chink and monkey. now christable. o.O''' this is really bad, im turning all the sane people insane.

Lichie: Melmel turns people around her gay! *gasps* Call we're all falling for melmel so fast we're like dominos!

I'm really, really, really bored. And I don't want to revise.

2006-04-30T08:38:00.000+06:00

HUH. I was wondering what our men in white's fuss was about, when mommy finally enlightened me. After all, in the 84 places, 47 were contested, so our darling lee family only needs to win six places to win overall. But then again, they want a landslide victory, cause otherwise it'll be a lessening of power for them.

(Oi oi, my msn's being an ass again.)

But then again, what can the opposition's points against our men in white be? Lack of free speech? The GRCs?

As much as I want a gah'ment like aussie's, with free media and a general bashing of opposing parties (how fun!), if Sing's like that, we can be sure that our wonderful abang neighbour will trot over with their large numbers and toys and bombs. -_-" Weapons of mass destruction. (As you can see, I've been reading SS notes)

And much as our darling opposition loves sing and trusts us people so much, once the GRCs so much as take a leave, there'll be racial political parties trotting around waving religious banners. I mean, just LOOK at UMNO. Hence opposition: null!

Reminds me of this movie I watched, about this black guy being president. Started off with an american knowing that he won't win this election, but he believes he must find a way into the next one. So by virtue of some complex policies that I know nothing about, as long as he finds someone to contest and lose in the current elections, he can go for the next one. (Okay, i still don't understand this part.) Anyway, he chooses this random guy from a random neighbourhood just cause he appeared on television for saving an old mama. (Don't ask why. Such films are like that.)

Anyway, this guy went on elections, gave motivational speeches whose main points were that the current government wasn't fair, and that the people deserve better. Hence, with a slogan of 'it ain't fair!', and a prime minister who just so happens to be his brother who is an EX-CONVICT, he contested and he won the elections. And poo-poo to the white guy who hired him.

...

Very inspirational. Also very eye-roll inducing. I mean, it's very good for morales and whatnot, but in a basic sense, it's rubbish. America may be a very lousy country with a lousy C grade university grad as president, but its people aren't STUPID. I mean, even if our men in white are pretentious, hypocritical jackasses whom I can't stand, the general consensus is that ALL politicians are pretentious, hypocritical jackasses whom I won't be able to stand and that our opposition is no different.

And besides, when people voted for bush instead of kerry, it's cause they didn't think Kerry's plans for the future were stable. So are they likely to vote for a whiner who has no other speech material other than 'it ain't fair'? And remind me again what the upcry with all the lees in political positions is about? Something about bias perhaps? So do you think people will vote for a sissy whiner who chooses his brother, conveniently a thief, as a prime minister?

A quick look at stats.

In the most recent government election in Sing that I can remember (which isn't very recent, and happens to be in our textbook, which REALLY isn't very recent, but I'm a lazy bum who can't be bothered to get the facts right), men in white won 43 seats out of the 57. (Or is it 47 out of 53? Nvm. Let's just let the stats swing even more to the opposition.) That's 75.43% for our men in white.

Say if someone like that guy in the movie appears, and tries to win people over with cries of 'it ain't fair'. Let's say that all the people for the opposition are clinically coo-coo in the head an vote for that whiner. That's 24.56% for the opposition.

However, our lee family will not let that happen, and rebukes that guy for being nothing more than a whiner. Hence, 25% of the people voting for the guy sees the light and swings to the white ppl. That's 18.42% for opposition.

Currently the ratio of the sing population is 78 chinese:14 malays:7 indians:1 other races. Let's say half of the malays voting for the lees are racially biased and vote for the opposition instead. That's another 5.71% for the opposition. Similarly, let's say half of the chinese are racially biased and refuse to vote for a Malay. That's 7.30% away from the opposition. Then also half of the indians are happy to see a minority contesting, so they vote for opposition. that's another 2.41%. So the opposition is left with 19.54% of the population.

From my RS survey, 30% of surveyees are publically against ex-convicts. (That's not counting the hypocrites we found, but I said this is supposed to be pro opposition.) Then 15% are VERY supportive of the re-integration of ex-convicts into society. So let's take 30% off the opposition, and add 15% from the lees side into the opposition. The opposition ends up wth 25.75% of the votes, lucky them.

Then, as happens in the movie, the guy is an idiot and goes and visits everyone except the AIDs patients. Let's say the lees are stupid enough to say that the guy is pro-aids. Then he explains the situation, and 5% of those voting for lee veer off in disgust at the abject stupidity of lees for doing such an annoying thing. That's 29.46% for the opposition.

See. The Lees still win hands down. And all the calculations are to the benefit of the opposition.

Okay, so I'm realllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllly bored and I don't want to revise chinese, and I got the stats off a convo with Lola. But then. It makes sense. I think I'll jaw drop if the opposition wins this time.

In fact, if they win, then the first thing they have to do is make away with all the ISA things banning free speech. Cause it's the main thing against our men in white.

In that case, the first thing our men in white will do is to launch many many many verbal attacks against them. Even without waiting for someone competent to take over the parliament again, the lees will be back on the seat.

-_____________-"

Okay, I'm going out to eat now. Yummy.

2006-04-29T10:18:00.000+06:00

Looks like the elections have finally started affecting cck. I can now hear the damned idiots downstairs screaming through the loudhailer, though I can't make out the words. Joys of staying in a high place. No doubt that if I looked out, there'll be a sea of white. -__-" Hence, in lieu of the elections atmosphere, I've decided to show my loyalty too - I'm wearing my Hadley shirt. ^0^

Okay, back to more sensible stuff. I'm pissed with my RS mentor. I spent a WEEK, ALONE, doing a 20 page end product proposal, and she turns around and accuses me of plagiarizing it off the net cause it's DETAILED??!?!?! @(*$##*#(#&*#)~*@^$*(@!#)#& HELLO, just because YOU don't have the mental capabilities to churn out a pro report doesn't mean you can accusing us of lacking in professional integrity so you can salvage your oh so hurting ego! If you can't stand it that we can do a pro end product, then GO TO RI. (Okay, that's just me being a feminist.)

Omg, I'm so pissed at her. I'm so pissed that I'm fantasizing about bitch-slapping her for ten hours on end. I'm so pissed that I drool at the thought of bashing her head into a concrete wall with nails poking out. I'm so pissed that I'm entertaining the thought of locking her up together with the mole in a room and pouring vinegar and baking soda inside.

@#(@%#&^#$*&(!$@%#&#%^)*!#$)&&(*()@#)(**(%(*#$)(*@)&(*&%$@(*)(^^$#$$#*&()*&*%W!$*&(@$@

*mutters unsavory stuff under my breath*

And for our report, she's saying that we're using flowery language to cover up the lack of points.

This after just a week ago she said our points were good and that we just needed to improve our grammar.

And since then we haven't even TOUCHED the report.

And after she told us she LOST our report.

And she missed TWO WEEKS worth of consultation periods cause she was so busy with her wonderful fashion show.

Hence: all her previous comments were bullshit cause she hasn't read our report yet so she made up CRAP on the spot cause we were pestering her for comments.

It's supposedly 4 days away from handing in our report, and she bloody LOST the thing, so she gives us an extension to week EIGHT where we have THREE summatives and she expects things to be fine?!?!?

*breathes in, breathes out*

Me and Sharm never even entertained the thought of putting flowery language into the report. A report isn't SUPPOSED to be made up of flowery language. And for heavens sake, when you have a ludicrous word limit of 8000 words, there isn't SPACE for flowery language, you piece of rotten pineapple!

If I wanted to add in jargon, the report will sound ridiculous with random phrases in foreign languages to substitute the english quid pro quo. Hello, Hal salllllll was one hell of an annoying mentor, but when he saw drafts of our report, he even thought that we were using too simplistic language!

If you only care about your fashion show, SAY SO. We'll go to that whatis-her-name person and request a change of mentor cause you're too busy. Stop WASTING OUR TIME.

Phew. That was nice. Okay, shall trot off to do chemmm.

Lalala

2006-04-27T15:55:00.000+06:00

Ouch. My head feels big. *touches head gingerly* Here's the best example that bio and theory should NOT be one after the other.

Today andrewchi a summarized a two hour lesson into an hour, in typical andrewchi a way. But then again, he's a good teacher, so however he does it, I actually learn something. So here's the summary of the lesson (In italics, so those who find it boring can skip. It's basically to refresh my memory.):

Evolution happens when there are many offspring with a variety of features, and there is a selection pressure on them, so the alleles that thrive in that environment survive, and the rest gradually die out. Evolution happens through sex and conception, and does not involve an individual specifically. It goes through many many generations, and there are micro evolutions (where organisms evolve but only a little, so they remain in the same species, and when they mate together they produce fertile offspring) and macro evolutions (where organisms evolve to produce distinctly different characteristics, until they are no longer the same species, and when they mate together, their offspring are not fertile).

Then there's taxonomy and what's its name again. *checks bio log* Oh. Phylogeny. I knew there was something i needed revising. So basically taxonomy is the classification of animals through their phenotypes, such as animals, then thingies with spines, then mammals, and so on. And it's in the order of Kingdom, Phylus, Class, Order, Family, Genus, Species. Kay Poh Class Of Fat GirlS. Oh yeah. I rock man. Then phylogeny is the classification of organisms through their evolution history, so those animals who have the same ancestor get grouped together. The animals are classified through morphology, embryo development, chromosomal characteristics, Molecular biology - nucleotide (DNA RNA) and amino acids sequence and fossil record. Okay fine. So I cheated and referred to bio log for this para. Ahwells. End of revision.

So what's been happening these few days. Let's recount. Hmmm.

English - argh. Screwed up the summative. Damnit damnit damnit damnit damnit. English's my good subject damnit! Argh. I still wish I know the school average though. It's sorta like rubbing salt into the wound, but I can't help wanting to know. Maybe competition is in my top ten strengths. Hmmm.

Chinese - SA coming. Freeeak. Don't like chinese. Can't wait for JC then I can get RID of the subject. Oh the joys.

Maths - oh yeah, the assessment. Actually, I think the ABC grouping thing was a bit the tactless. And for someone like ME to say it's tactless, it HAS to be so obvious that it whacks someone in the face with it. And it was definitely biased. I mean, if you want to base it on people's test scores, say so. Don't give some pretest and pretend it's fair. Cause I filled in a grand total of three blanks in the whole worksheet. And so did wenting. So by all rights if it went by the pretest, we should be in 1A. I mean, HELLO, i didn't even know what was a factor! (okay, so that was my fault). But in the group of four of me wenting chrissie brenda, it first started off as the three musketeers and the fly (wenting), to the three musketeers and the fly (me. heyyy!) to the four musketeers and gen's group. Such is life. Wenting tried to push chrissie down that sloping...slope at the door. Too bad she discovered early. It would have been...extremely hilarious.

Chem - do you still need a daily report? I hate the Mole. I still hate the Mole. I hate vinegar. I hate baking powder. I think you get the message.

Bio - Andrewchi a's a damned good teacher. OMG. I think I might actually like bio after a year in jiggly's class.

Physics - argh. The file. I don't want to file it, but thioc k was looking kinda pissed today, so shall go to school tomorrow and file.

SS - SA coming. I need to revise, but it takes a whole lot of willpower to look at that thick stack of notes. Shall revise on weekends. Really. At any rate, chewchew is funneh. His method of talking about singmal relationships is really hilarious. Do we rub it in their face? Of course we do! Just look at your national day songs.

There was a time, when PEOPLE said that singapore won't make it,
But we DID.

OMG. I never realized how gloating the songs were until then.

Philo - ahwells. I like philo. feelo.

Er anything else? Update complete. Shall proceed to visit blogs again. I like, haven't visited for dunno how long already. Went to mary's yesterday, but mommy came and chased me off to bed before I could go anywhere else. Lolx.

Noodles! I mean, toodles!

I did a good deed today.

2006-04-26T18:47:00.000+06:00

I did a good deed today. I'm sure that those present will, many many years down the road, remember this day fondly as the day the mole got her just deserts.

Yep. I splashed her. She screamed.

*smiles blissfully* I'll commit this to memory, I will. The day I splashed the mole with her own 'very good idea' Peetee. Oh revenge is SWEET.

But that doesn't cancel out the fact that I still don't like her. She had the gall to SAUNTER over to the track while we were sweating our arses off - I'm sure if you go look you'll see neat rows of buttprints there - in her maternity dress - though who would want to impregnate HER i dunno - and smiling away 5 minutes late, and STILL look sadistic.

Ugh. And at the end of it all, my neck was hurting like SHIT, and I felt like dying, and she just stood there (in the shade AGAIN), and said, 'are you okay? You look kind of tired.'

Er WOW. I mean, you make your pupils spend over hundred bucks on a peetee, sweat their heads off shaking some stupid thing, get so many pimples due to the close contact with whatever is produced, ALL FALL SICK THANKS TO THE PEETEE, and 'are you okay?' No shit sherlock, I'm fine. Grand. JUST FINE. I mean, aren't we all SOOO happy to do this USEFUL peetee that sooo teaches us the rates of reaction?

At any rate, I'm convinced all the ailments I'm facing now is due to the peetee. Let's see:

People are falling sick. I mean, 409's half sick. My nose is leaking like a tap. 406's half sick too. People from our class aren't feeling too well. HMMM.

My neck was okay UNTIL the stupid retest. Then it started throwing a tantrum. See. My body parts don't like chemee cars too.

AND THE MOST IMPORTANT ONE: MY PIMPLES. I had to walk around for one whole week looking like rudolph homo sapien-fied. IS THAT BAD OR IS THAT BAD. I mean, i understand if she wants us to have mole-like features on our face too, so she doesn't feel so bad, but hey. We gotta face the truth. If we have a mole, we do. If we don't, we don't. That's life.

But hey, someone up there must like me. A lot. Aa. I shall go relive that memory for the rest of the night. Oh sweet bliss.

2006-04-23T12:30:00.000+06:00

Hmm. Inspired by the gorilla's december baby post.

SEPTEMBER: Sapphire

Suave and compromising. Hey, I agree with the suave part, but compromising? Are you sure you don't mean promising?
Careful, cautious and organized. My foot, my foot, and my foot.
Likes to point out people's mistakes. *blinks innocently*
Likes to criticize. grins
Stubborn. I am soo not stubborn. I'm not I'm not I'm not.
Quiet but able to talk well. ... Er...
Calm and cool. ERR...
Kind and sympathetic. I think this list has a problem here...
Concerned and detailed. Yeah right
Loyal but not always honest. HEY! I'm HONEST okay...
Does work well. I like this one
Very confident. I like this one too
Sensitive. ...I beg to differ...
Thinking generous. riiight
Good memory. ...
Clever and knowledgeable. Yep. *grins*
Loves to look for information. Depends. What information?
Must control oneself when criticizing. Don't have self-control, baby.
Able to motivate oneself. You mean like getting my butt off my bed so I can go see the Mole?
Understanding. .........................
Fun to be around. DUH
Secretive. Er wow. Shh. It's very secret.
Loves sports, leisure and traveling. Only the last two.
Hardly shows emotions. *poker face* *bursts out laughing*
Tends to bottle up feelings. I think this results in a bottleneck situation.
Very choosy, especially in relationships. Not really. Is a hot ang moh too much to ask for?
Systematic.*pukes*

But then again, my official date of birth is august. Hmm.

AUGUST: Peridot

Loves to joke. yep
Attractive. DUH
Suave and caring. Hm. I'm perpetually suave it seems.
Brave and fearless. Haahaa. Lichen the mossy hero. What part of EVIL OVERLORD do you not understand?
Firm and has leadership qualities. Course. I'm an evil overlord.
Knows how to console others. ...
Too generous and egoistic. I'm generous. Me? Egoistic?
Takes high pride of oneself. Well, it's hard not to...
Thirsty for praises. And coke!
Extraordinary spirit. ...I'm still trying to decide whether to focus on the extraordinary part, or the spirit part. Mel's the ghost, you know.
Easily angered. *raises eyebrow* If I were easily angered, Mole would be a pile of rotting meat now. (though she already is)
Angry when provoked. Depends. *pokes random people*
Easily jealous. That's christabel's arena
Observant. Uh-huh...
Careful and cautious. ...
Thinks quickly. *thinks for a long time*
Independent thoughts. Anyone in Singapore without independent thoughts are puppets of the all-white puppeteer.
Loves to lead and to be led. Oxymoron, anyone?
Loves to dream. Of hot ang moh guys
Talented in the arts, music and defense. Considering that still can't do that stupid hook kick...
Sensitive but not petty. I think it's the other way, baby.
Poor resistance against illnesses. You dare try?
Learns to relax. Correction: such things do not need learning.
Hasty and trusty. Hmmm.
Romantic. HMMM.
Loving and caring. HMMMMMMM.
Loves to make friends . right.

2006-04-22T08:45:00.000+06:00

Okayy, so after my comm screws on me for three days, it decides to right itself again. Hmm.

We still have to redo the chem. Hopefully The Mole allows us to redo the 10 meters one also, cause I really screwed up chink's portion. Sorry love.

1 Mol of KoH = 1 Mol of dissatisfaction + 34 Mols of annoyed pupils + 1 Mol of Lousy Teacher.

Hmm. Me and melmel came up with the One Mol of KoH thing during LSL yesterday. (amidst her drawing me pouring vinegar into my head.)

ARGH. I HATE CHEM.

*Trots off to help monkey and gorilla and chink with chem.*

2006-04-16T17:45:00.000+06:00

We had our chem project - AGAIN - today. I swear, chem PT is the most time wasting and useless thing I've ever, EVER, done. And just guess who the chem H O D is. Yep, ten points! Our favourite MOLE!

Oh, but before that I went to mass with toad. It was incredibly fun. Toad, to her credit, didn't try ONCE to convert me, which made the whole thing much more enjoyable. On friday, I was surrounded by two people who were doing their best to convert me, and I was there fidgetting and sweating like a pig caught between a rock and a hard place. I mean, it DOES sound incredibly rude to go, sorry, but I'm not interested.

We bought a grand total of 19 more bottles of vinegar today, four more cans of baking powder, yet ANOTHER bottle of sportade, and ripped apart my box of pringles for cardboard. Yep, you guessed it, we remade our car. It seems like the lousy sportade bottle cap gets more and more stuck with each try, so we have to change regularly. I forsee a huge hole in my wallet. Humph. Stupid chem PT.

Damnit. I just tutored my sis in her english orals. I swear, that prat has an ego the size of the sun and the strength of, say, a flimsy piece of WET paper. She absolutely can't stand criticism, and nowadays I just find myself cutting her off and reeling off the answer so as to spare me the pain of trying to convince her her answer is wrong. I mean, if the damned thing says, X cannot walk past the same road more than once, you just don't go, oh, that doesn't count cause the person is walking in the wrong direction. That's RETARDED. Sheesh.

Gah. Gtg go RS presentation now, cause I can't make it tomorrow, so I'll hold out the script as a peace offering. BAHHH.

Regarding everything about The Mole

2006-04-15T07:07:00.000+06:00

Announcement!

To those who come here: bring all the bottles of vinegar and baking soda you've used during your chem pt to class on Monday. We can use it as class deco.

I think the chem PT is too much. I mean, if they want us to test stupid things like how many meters and such, they should make the bottles small and stop at 5 meters. Groups like jiaying's spent up to $100 on the vinegar and baking soda itself. Hence, 409 is going to stuff it in the mole's face how much they spent. If you guys don't want it for class deco, we can give the bottles to 409. But keep all your receipts. Cause the school, if possible, MIGHT be refunding us after the many many 409 parents call debtan.

Another thing is, the Mole might be getting fired. (woohoo!) Cause 409 is starting a petition, and all we need is 30 signatures to get her boom-va-va-boom, baby! I don't think many of our class are signing, but the 409 is. That's over 30 in itself.

Apparently, since the Mole hates seeing the faces of those younger than her so much, the only reason she's taking sec 4s is cause she wants to go to prom. she even bought the dress already, and she was bragging to 409 that she'll 'outshine every girl there'. I was like, did she buy an extra sparkly dress or something?

I know, I'm whining a lot. And I should be doing work instead of whining cause whining is unproductive. But whining relieves stress, and I'm bitching about the Mole on the phone now, so:

WHINE WHINE WHINE WHINE WHINE

2006-04-15T06:57:00.000+06:00

Malaysia has stopped building the half bridge. As it should. I mean, if they want to continue saying that the causeway is ugly, think of a half bridge. How scenic is THAT? And since Malaysia is bowing to Singapore's will, let's listen to the diplomatic crap that our men in white - you know who - is spewing.

"We respect this decision of the Malaysian government. I'm sure our bilateral relations will continue to be very good. There are so many areas that we are cooperating."

Of course, now that Malaysia is listening to Singapore. Exactly ten days after you-know-who accused malaysia of being a hypocrite - "Members would recall that in 2003, Malaysia had applied to the International Tribunal for the Law of the Sea to stop Singapore from undertaking reclamation works within Singapore's sovereign territory. Malaysia's actions were guided by the principle that any major work in the Johor Straits, even if done within the sovereign territory of Singapore, could affect Malaysia. Similarly, we have reminded malaysia that any decision to demolist the causeway has to comply with the principles enunciated in teh ITLOS order and must also be fully consistent with the requirements of the international law."

In other words - you stopped us from reclaiming land, and so we shall stop you from building your bridge. If you want your bridge, then you have to let us reclaim land. You can't have both at the same time, you hypocrite.

"And I have a very good working relationship with Syed Hamid and I hope that between the two of us we can continue to promote good relations between the two countries."

Threading on each other's toes and then rubbing the salt into the wound with insincere apologies and thanks and 'we respect this decision of the Malaysian Government', of course, in other words, gloating.

Maybe one day I should go work in the ministry of foreign affairs. How fun. -__-"

2006-04-13T16:34:00.000+06:00

I am deliriously happy today. We finally showcased out Lit PT, and I've never been so happy with a PT before. THANK YOU, monkey and fei and brenda, for doing all the effects of the video, and chrissie and chinkie for doing the voiceover with me and happy chopping the video. x)

Watched finished Hotel Rwanda today. The later parts are, really, not that bad considering that the first few parts nearly made me cry. Of course, that was weeks and weeks ago, so BLAH BLAH BLAH. Anyway, the traumatizing incidents were in the first part anyway, so the only time I felt like crying was when I realized I had no popcorn to go along with the movie. We happily ponned recess to finish the damned film, and I'm glad I've finally watched the movie.

WEST SIDE STORY WEST SIDE STORY. I WANNA WATCH WEST SIDE STORY.

*twacks Melmel and Monkey for gloating in front of me.* *Readies monkey cage and priest fo exorcise the poltergeist.*

MUAHAHAHA. OMG. Monkey's witch laugh was so damned cool lah. but then again, it's monkey, so go figure.

Good Friday tomorrow. I'm going to be attending a church later in the evening. Coolio. It'll be the first time I'm attending a church since dunno when. Ahwells. Always a first time for everything. (Even though it isn't really the first time.)

I think believing in a religion is so damned cool. I mean, it doesn't take any reason (and most of the time there isn't any), and it reassures you all the time cause you know there's a higher being protecting you.

LALALA.

Chem PT tomorrow also. MUAHAHA. I hope ~~christabel splashes the vinegar and baking soda in her face again~~ no accidents happen.

*grins evilly*

Er wow. Slink back to the shadows, you cowardly cretin.

2006-04-12T19:17:00.000+06:00

There are cowardly cretins, and then there are cowardly cretins. Received my first issue of Times today. (So it turned out I didn't misplace the order.)

Flip open to page 30, and you have Why Iraq Was a Mistake.

First I thought it was one of those reflections that journalists like to have after incidents. Like, How the Tsunami Could Have Been Prevented, or whatsover, totally useless except to rile up the public. After all, if foresight was 20/20, why do we have wars and all that shit anyway? Hitler would probably remember not to attack an ally. -__-"

Read the whatever-you-call-that-line-under-the-title: 'A U.S. military insider sounds off agains the war and the "zealots" who pushed it.

So. It's this miserable chicken who fled when war came, and now saw his chance to publicize his appreciation for life.

In 1971, the rock group THE WHO released the antiwar annthem Won't Get Fooled Gain. To most in my generation, the song conveyed a sense of betrayal by the nation's leaders, who had led the US into a costly and unnecesesary war in Vietnam. To those of use who were truly counterculture-who became career members of the military during those rough times-the song conveyed a very different message. BLAH BLAH BLAH Never again,, we thought, would our military's senior leaders remain silent as American troops were marched off to an ill-considered engagement. It's 35 years later, and the judgement is in: the Who had it wrong. We have been fooled again.

Correction: military leaders like you were either zealots who happily went to murder little children, or cowards who fled. No one was fooled. I believe there were enough news about the, say, OIL in iraq in dunno how many countries to show everyone the truth. Fooled? Are you sure it isn't cause you were, say, too SCARED to speak up?

"Inside the military family, I made no secret of my view that the zealots' rationale for war made no sense. BLAH BLAH BLAH. I retired from the military four months before the invasion, in part because of my opposition to those who had used 9/11's tragedy to hijack America's security policy."

Well, obviously your view wasn't open enough, cause instead of standing there to argue your point to the end, you FLED to the comfort of your pretty little house cause you didn't dare to speak up. What happened to the marching parades with signboards that protested against the invasion? Why didn't you participate in THAT? Your retirement wasn't a show of opposition. It's I-don't-like-what-you're-doing-so-I'M-WASHING-MY-HANDS-OFF-THIS-BUSINESS-SO-GO-AND-MURDER-THE-CHILDREN-IT'S-NOT-MY-FAULT-CAUSE-I'VE-RETIRED.

Until now, I have resisted speaking out in public. I've been silent long enough.

Because, obviously, now that the matter has blown over and there's little chance of you being prosecuted for speaking out, or now that the shrub is so busy hiding his face and trying to repair the damage he did that he'll welcome people like you who apparently show that not all Americans are bad that you're in no danger, you're happy enough to finally stand out, and portray yourself as a hero instead of the uncaring-for-native-americans you'll have undoubtedly been labelled by shrub back then.

I shall go off to sleep. For those who haven't read it, go read it. He goes on to speak of the 'cost of flawed leadership' - apparently cause the lieutenant general himself ~~fled~~ retired at this critical time.

On another hand, our men in white should learn from this chicken. He may spew off a load of crap, but at least it sounds plausible. It's much better than 'but the causeway holds so many fond memories and I'll really miss it.'

Stupid glory-seeking jackasses who think that they can gain good opinion by waiting until everything blows over then saying some perfuctory 'oh, we have been prejudiced...'

2006-04-10T18:30:00.000+06:00

I'm feeling very light-hearted today. This matter has been weighing on me for quite some time now, and everytime I have that lesson it just becomes more unbearable.

It's not for me to not be able to stand insecure people. Everyone is insecure sometime or other. If I had perfect confidence in myself, I'll quit rg now and go enroll in Harvard. However, I canNOT stand those who attempt to put others down so as to give herself an ego boost.

Though i really cannot understand what she was saying. Does doing half a worksheet entitle me to being low? Hmm.

Well, at any rate, she failed. Today I gave her my best qianbian face (tm), and the only way I could have cared less about her was if I had started clipping my nails on the spot.

Yeah, so it was super rude and disrespectful and whatnot. But hey, if you want to 'teach' by saying 'oh, you don't know ar, go find out yourselves lorh', I'm sorry, i can't respect you. Granted, I've done nothing to deserve your respect either, but I'm not getting paid to study under you here. If I were, you can expect my to finish my work every time and not yawn when you open your mouth. $10 bucks per hour and it'll do the trick.

Point is, if you don't want to teach properly, then I have every right to not study properly. In fact, I have more right than you cause I'm not the one getting paid to teach here. I don't do the same to other teachers. Yeah, I forget to bring my worksheets once in a while (though it's better this year, cause everything is under my table), and I don't hand in work for chinese. But I assure you, I pay sufficient attention in class to keep teachers happy. (Or perhaps cause they teach, so I listen.)

Sorry everyone for disrupting the class. I won't do that again. But for now:

That felt so damned good.

Nolite et bastardes carborundum

2006-04-09T17:54:00.000+06:00

MUAHAHA. Ate fish with my left hand. I so rock. MUAHAHAHA.

Of Chemcars and Vinegar and I heart _ _li_ _ _

2006-04-09T09:17:00.000+06:00

Firstly,

SS IS DONE. OFFICIALLY. I'M NEVER TOUCHING THIS THING EVEN IF YOU PAID ME. EVER AGAIN. (Okay, fine, it depends on how much you pay me.)

Since that piece of double ass is done, I can now concentrate on other stuff. Namely, LSL, RS, Chem, and Lit. Sorry for being so ~~irresponsible~~ busy the past few ~~months~~ weeks. I'll start on LSL then go to RS.

But for now, let's talk about chem.

Went to school to do chemcar on sat. Our car looks quite pretty, even if its just tape and water bottles and cardboard and wheels. (Which wonderful liqi provided. <3)

But the wheels. -__-" We had...QUITE a lot of fun with the wheels. First, liqi fixed them on the metal stick thing, then tried to make them turn, then the wheels fell out. O.o It turned out that she didn't stick them in properly. *giggles*

Then, since the wheels were affixed to the damned sticks, they had to turn with the sticks. And no one could figure out how until chrissie came and suggested straws.

Sighs. I suppose that gorilla has some brains once in a while. (Though her HUSBAND, on the other hand, could not figure out how until the thing was done. I think monkey is blur. Heehee.)

THEN, after we built the chemcar (the building process I shall not describe cause it's embarrassing - for me, duh), we tried it out. The first time the damned thing didn't move. But the second time - booyah, I rock. 4 meters.

Then after more tries and parabolas - damned thing - we ran out of vinegar and baking soda, so monkey and mushroom went to buy them. Me and chrissie tried to modify the car to get rid of the parabola - which didn't work, by the way - and when we ran out of testing baking soda and vinegar, we made a card for monkey from the remaining cardboard, in which it writes lao gong,

I *heart overlap heart* _ _ l i _ _ a. Cause gorilla didn't want to write 'you' and I wanted to see melmel's expression when she hears of this. Grins.

Of course, it's not my fault. Nope. Not at all. Melmel, if you wanna hit someone, hit chrissie. *giggles*

Of course, Monkey was...er...heartbroken when she saw it. Which inevitably resulted in her trying to flirt with christabel. -___-"

ANYWAY, then I had to go off - sowee! *giggles* - and after that the chem car didn't budge a single inch.

I suppose it would be a nice time for chrisie and monkey and mushroom to sing 'since you've been gone'.

But christabel so loser lah. *sticks out tongue* Since where do people splash themselves in the face with vinegar when shaking the bottle? Tsk tsk.

What would you do without me, I wonder.

2006-04-05T20:12:00.000+06:00

OMGOMGOMG. I'm done with ss pt!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OMGOMGOMG. I LOVE YOU GOD. I LOVE YOU. MY WORLD ROCKS. YAYYYYYY.

So if I don't get my reply from bch ew tomorrow, I'll start on RS.

OMG. YAYYY. I feel so happy now.

*dances*

2006-04-04T18:55:00.000+06:00

SS pt malaysian shit thingie sucks. I need more information on Singapore.

Hate SS.

Need to do chem.

And lit.

And RS.

ARGH. I CAN'T DO THIS.

Not today, at least. God, I'm going to sleep.

2006-04-01T09:48:00.000+06:00

Dotz. I just started on SS, and I have absolutely no idea how to continue after a grand total of 200 words into the intro. I haven't even talked about multiculturalism and I'm already stuck. I'm gonna die DIE DIE for SS. As I didn't even intend to start, except the Melmel scared me yesterday, so I decided, to hell with it, better get it over with. Damnit.

Did some cute quizzes, but after posting the results on LJ, decided that I was too lazy to post it here as well. Ahwells.

Damnit. Shall go do SS. (Riight. I'll probably not write anything decent this afternoon.)

2006-03-23T19:10:00.000+06:00

Learning journey sucks. Majorly. I mean, first there was this science center trip, of which the only fun part was watching the movie in the theatre. Though catty and I felt airsick after that. -_-"

Then, this morning, me and that idiot by the nickname of toad met at 8 at my bus stop, and went straight to fort centre. We reached there by the wonderful time of 8.30. Then, monkey called, and the first thing I heard was:

"Lichen, you toot, where are you, you're late."

Monkey is so sweet and kind. -__-" ANYWAY, since Miss 'starving and I only drank a packet of tea for breakfast and the place is so near anyway we'll make it back in time' insisted, we went to macs for breakfast. Where I, the 'already ate a whole cake for breakfast with milk and sandwiches and roti prata' ate another macs meal. Then, we went to fort centre, said 'phew, we're not late', and saw the rest of the class at the top of the staircase.

-_______________-"

How many times the world is determined to screw me over I dunno.

ANYWAY, me and toad RUSHED up, and saw thioc k there at the top. I was like, I'm so dead I'msodeadimsodead, and tried to rush off, then realized that thioc k was trying to pass me and toady worksheets. I was so malu-ed.

Then I realized that my shirt was untucked and my hair was messy and I was still listening to my mp3.

WTF. Imma so screwed.

Scots on the Rocks

2006-03-18T17:52:00.000+06:00

OMG. Type 'scots on the rocks' on google the first result is the funniest parody of Macbeth I've seen in a long time. I mean, if someone actually wanted to use Macbeth in a comedic convention, they should just copy everything from here.

Read this exerpt (which I happily stole, it's after lady Macbeth says 'unsex me here'):

WITCHES
(singing)
We'll unsex you here!
Do not show any doubt or fear!
Just growl and sneer,
Scratch your crotch,
And swig a beer!
And we'll unsex you here!

And this (after she says about dashing the baby's brains):

MACBETH
You should bring forth men children only. Men
children with really, really strong skulls.

Then the screw your courage to the sticking place part, the witches enter again:

WITCHES
(singing)
Screw your courage,
That's what to do!
Screw your courage,
And you'll get through!
Screw your courage,
'Cause that's the thing!
You've got to screw your courage
To kill the King!

Screw your courage!
Screw your courage!

Screw your courage,
That's your plan!
Screw your courage
And be a man!
Screw your courage
To win the race!
You've got to screw it to the sticking place!

Screw your courage!
Screw your courage!

When Macbeth's talking to Banquo before murder of Duncan:

MACBETH
No, that was just a lucky guess. I haven't given
a thought to their saying I'd be King. Not a
thought. It never crossed my mind. Not once.
Well, I think I'll be going to bed, where I won't
think at all about being King.

After the murder of Duncan:

MACBETH
I have done the deed. I thought I heard a voice
telling me that I would sleep no more, that I had
murdered sleep. I'm a bad Thane.

LADY MACBETH
No, you are a worthy Thane. You did something
right for once! Wait a minute, why did you bring
those bloody daggers with you? You were
supposed to leave them with the grooms! Go
back and do it now.

MACBETH
I can't go back there. There's blood everywhere.
There's blood on the King's sheets, and his shirt,
and that little skirt he wears...

LADY MACBETH
His kilt.

MACBETH
I know he's kilt! I'm the guy that kilt him!

When Lennox and Ross are discussing the situations:

LENNOX
I say things have been strangely borne. First
Duncan was killed, and now our new King blames
Duncan's sons, for they fled. Next, Banquo was
killed. I suppose our King will blame Banquo's
son Fleance, for Fleance fled. Have you heard
any news of Macduff. He was not at the feast
where the King acted so strangely.

In the third verse of the witches' chant:

Add a splash of herbal tea,
Dandruff from a chimpanzee,
Next mix in some rancid fat,
Furball from my kitty cat!
Nostrils of an aged bear,
King Lear's dirty underwear!
Whatever this is, I forgot!
Throw it all inside the pot!

When the apparition of the eight kings enter:

BANQUO'S GHOST
These are all my descendants. Come, children,
what have you got to say to the fat man?

FIRST KING
Macduff's going to kick your butt!

SECOND KING
Macduff's going to kick your butt!

THIRD KING
Macduff's going to kick your butt!

FOURTH KING
Macduff's going to kick your butt!

FIFTH KING
Macduff's going to kick your butt!

SIXTH KING
Macduff's going to kick your butt!

SEVENTH KING
Macduff's going to kick your butt!

EIGHTH KING
Macduff's going to kick your butt!

Ross with the news of Macduff's children and wife's death:

ROSS
Well . . .

MACDUFF
That is good to hear.

ROSS
You didn't let me finish. I was going to say, "Well,
they're dead."

OMG. Go read it. I swear you'll laugh until you die.

Cause Poor Mary Wasn't There

2006-03-18T15:05:00.000+06:00

We had trib today. Which accounts for why my butt hurts like nobody's business. Ouch. It feels bruised. Cause you see, me and brenda (and the rest of the cca, but me and brenda were together) were biking, and we did so for, like, an hour, so after that my butt feels all bruised.

ANYWAY. Arrived at Pasir Ris mrt at 8.15. (I'm early!) Met Guojun there. Then the ppl came flowing in. (I was second earliest, so guai right?) It's supposed to be top secret, but anyway the waiting time for everyone was a astounding hour long. Coolios.

Then we walked, and walked, passed by a bike rental shop, decided to go to the one further in, reached there hot and sweaty, and realized that it had closed down. -___-

So we played games first, which was a treasure hunt (Sec ones), blow wind blow (sec 2s) and PSYCHOLOGIST. OMG. PSYCHOLOGIST WAS SO FUN. Though I suspect it was only fun for the sec 4s. Cause the sec 1-3s were so reserved and refused to ask scandalous questions and even when asked, they refused to give scandalous answers. I mean, I got tabbed with dreaming about two hot ang mog guys having gay sex all the time, and that I love kinky stuff and all that shit. So malu. But I really mortified Liju. I mean, they were like, what base and all that, then I was like, 'oh, I dunno, so many guys and everything, so hard to remember, but I'm a virgin though!' then poor liju said PSYCHOLOGIST, and then we were, like, Liju, you aren't a virgin?

*giggles*

Then then then we had the sec 3s' games, which was so complicated I shall not describe it cause my butt hurts. Then we went and rode bikes. x)

Er yeah. It was fun lah. Just that I'm super beat and so, NO, I do not feel happy enough to make it sound cheery now.

Toodles!

2006-03-17T16:58:00.000+06:00

OMG. I changed my blog layout for the first time since...when? This thingie is so...cute. As in, So Very Extremely Cute. Even if it's slightly inclined towards violence and death and all that, it's still extremely cute. I mean, where else do you have violent blobs going around saying 'I think I hate you'? Ahwells, that page where I got it from does and all that, but that's not the point.

I think it's so me. *giggles gayly*

ANYWAY. I can't wait for the lit filming. I mean, it's so meaningless, actually. The one project I'm O.o about and it's not even graded. There should be a law against such things. OMG. I want to film iwannafilmiwannafilm.

I've decided something. I generally prefer stories with an unhappy ending. I mean, you sob and cry and sniffle (and if this was msn I'll use that cute hamster teary smiley) and everything, but then at least you think it's a good story. I mean, you have this oh-they're-so-going-to-get-together fic then they don't, and they whine and angst about it and all, but then I'm happy. (What can I say, I'm sadistic.)

I think it's a matter of taste. When, especially in a romance novel, the idiots get together, they angst about it at first and then they get straight down to the hot, gratuitous sex. I mean, no matter how passionate and sizzling the sex is, some people just DON'T WANT TO READ ABOUT IT and it renders the whole fic rather tasteless.

Sad endings, on the other hand, are touching and sad and they're more or less tastefully done, if not because of the fact that they're sad. Have you realized that most sad books leave you going 'sigh, this is a good book' (well, unless the content is really, REALLY crap). At least I have. Methinks it's cause the not-happy books explore more of characterization, and I LIKE books which explore characterization. Ergo I like Macbeth and The Handmaid's Tale. Even if they both are super boring to read for the first time. Even if the characters engage in hot, gratuitous sex, you are happy to think that at the end, all the hot gratuitous sex end up just being gratuitous sex. *grins*

Okay, that was so random. Am flipping through a chinese romance novel now. It appears that the standard number of pages they use to describe sex is 1 and a half.

Now you know how to avoid it. Though they stop at foreplay (or the ripping off of clothes). Just very long winded. And graphic. *winces*

My wonderful sister is watching barbie now. I mean, things like that have no reason at all. No idiot with two brain cells left to rub together would bring a WHITE, BABY, POLAR BEAR together with it on a quest to defeat the dark lord. -__-" Not to mention that the place pink bimbo lives in doesn't even have polar bears around. And while the evil lord rides on a cool, large griffin, pink airhead rides on a - you guessed it - PINK UNICORN. Who happens to be another pink bimbo enchanted by another dark lord into a pink unicorn. yeah. A bit the wtf right. THEN, they fly away to another enchanted castle to do dunno-what. Oh yeah. For a change of clothes, so the idiot can show off her wonderful fashion sense. And out comes, guess who? More little pink airheads in training.

I think I just lost half my brain cells. Oh god. Oh god.

2006-03-16T06:50:00.000+06:00

Hehehe. Melmel is back. *trots off to brush up on rusty pick-up lines*

Anyway, the last time I tried a pick up line on her, it went somewhat like this:

Moi: Mel, do you sleep on your stomach?
Melmel: Er yar.
Moi: Oh cool. Can I?
Melmel: -__-" (and dani smiley)

Lolx. I think I only dare to try all these on msn, where she's miles away and cannot hit me. (Later I come to school with a black eye and missing teeth)

OMG. That entire passage was so...gay.

Start of new term and we'll be having a new english teacher... I mean, I didn't mind it that much before, but on the day of our comprehension, when you-know-who walked in, I was like, jaw-drop-oh-my-god-bloody-fuck-what-is-she-doing-here-I-am-traumatized-my-poor-virgin-eyes-this-is-a-bad-omen-I'm-so-going-to-fail-my-compre-what-the-hell-is-she-doing-here-where-is-owow-whyyy-owow-is-a-good-teacher-come-back-please.

Okay. That was long. Yeahhh. So, in any case, if we get seow again (no offense to andrea) you can understand that I take the next plane to california to become a waitress okay.

I'm pissed with Terry Pratchett. You know monstrous regiment? The troll there, a female-troll disguised as a male-troll (not that there's much difference, anyway), whose name is CARBORUNDUM (handmaid's tale much?) says the main difference between a female troll and a male troll (there are differences?) is that female trolls cannot grow lichen on their backs. O.o

...

Not amused.

I'm supposed to start on my SS. Er...I'm getting the stuff from monkey on monday. ^^ Er...That's not an excuse for my procrastination. And I'm not procrastinating anyway. *glares*

I'm forever indebted to chrissie. The wonderful school ran out of videocams, and we were fretting, and guess what she did? She went to BUY one. OMG. (Okay, and brenda and liqi went to borrow cams from their RS group mates, and chrissie's rs group mate has a videocam also, but that's not the point yeah?)

My english is going down the drain, as you can see. Which is weird, considering that I spent the last 4 days typing 8 thousand ++ words of fanfiction.

Huh yeah. My fanfic craze is back again. Ahwells. Whims.

*sniffles* Melmel cursed me to get bitten by a bristleworm. Even though I dunno what the hell that is.

Oh cool. That means toady is back too.

Oh yeah, I haven't finished talking about swim carn yet. Did I mention that me, wenting, monkey, feifei, christabel and cat went for lunch together? I don't think I did. Anyway, you can guess what a disaster THAT was. I never knew chicken and ducks had so many connotations.

I think we traumatized the general public. Thank god there weren't too many small children there. *haha, polluting innocent minds*

ANYWAY. Where did I leave off? At being traumatized by the purple person (alliteration!), I think. Yeah. Kim tho notified us, and them the whole group screamed out our horror.

(Chris ran off to get a good look at her transexual counterpart, who did gell his hair. WOW.)

And then after sweating in the sun like a pig for over 3 hours, we went home. (and btw, thioc k looks disproportionate. qx)

And yeah. The hols have been fun. Went for viva round on tuesday and met monkey and chrissie there. Okay, so I MIGHT have been trying to bribe mrsche w...

Chewchew: Lichen, it's your turn.
Moi: Mrs. Che w, you look very nice today. XD

Monkey and chrissie were, like, -___-"

Thenthenthen we went for brunchfast. At burger king. Where me and chrissie pigged out and monkey starved. *glares at monkey*

On wed i went to do RS. Except all we did was work delegation. Cool huh. Then we went for lunch and after that watched Bride and Prejudice. OMG. DARCY IS SO HOT. HE IS HOT. HOT. SIZZLING.

*Cups hands under chin to contain drool*

HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT.

Okay. End of bimbotical-ness. *such a word?*

2006-03-10T17:02:00.000+06:00

Okayyy... wtf? Blogger told me, the last time I logged on, that my account was locked cause it was a spam blog. I was like, O.o? Yeah... now the blog isn't doing anything too annoying, so I hope it's okay...

Anyway, we had swim carn today. It was the funnest swim carn I've gone to in my four years. (also, it was the swim carn in which I paid no attention to what's going on at all, except on one section which I'll elaborate later.)

ANYWAY. Let's start at 6.10 in the morning. I walked out of house, went down the lift, thought, 'why am I so happy?' and realized I didn't bring my bag. -__-" So I went back to take it, and went down again. Then, at 6.20, I realized i didn't bring my handphone, so I had to go back again. (Cause you know how important phones are.) THEN, when I finally managed to get to school, I realized I wore the wrong clothes. WOW. Really. WOW. It's about as fantastic as limso kim calling wenting ting wen.

In ting wen's eyes, at least. *giggles*

ANYWAY, i crawled all the way to the forth floor, wanted to plant my ass on my seat and REST, then liqi went, 'don't you have investiture to go to?'

Yeah, that was a piece of...flower. I really shouldn't sleep so late.

So i rushed down. And realized I didn't know where to go. Then I finally found the KSCHE E and went in, and got briefed, etc etc.

Then, when we were ready to go, I was being guai, pinning up my hair for the first time in N years, then some woman stopped me (can't remember her face) and told me my belt was too low.

I was, like, wtf? My belt was HIGH okay. I mean, i was in such a hurry i didn't even have time to make sure I looked okay, so obviously I looked toot. What with pinned up hair and my already high belt and all. Just cause it was loose and not at the belt hole doesn't mean it's low.

I have a long torso what.

ANYWAY, after I made sure I looked super toot, I ran out to join the queue. And that was that.

We had social studs, which was quite fun, and than we had...bio. Which was damned fun. After we went through the sex-related diseases, which was more fun than I would ever have imagined, but then we have andr ewchia anyway, which makes lessons more fun than jigglypuff's will ever be by default, we spent the rest of the lesson watching those types of advertisements, which are damned funny. Like the honda one where a choir was using their voice box to make all the noises of the honda car. That was damned cool, man. THen there was the bushblaire mouthover thing, which was bush and blaire's speeches muted and their mouth movements observed and scenes cut so as to make it look as though they were singing endless love as a duet about each other.

Bush/blaire? that's just...sick.

Those are damned cool anyway.

After that we had assembly, which was spent in the classroom doing nonsense, and RS, which was spent in the classroom doing even more nonsense. (Braiding hair and playing psychologist respectively.) I won psychologist, though, but that was mostly because someone told me the game yesterday and I forgot until chrissie-poo walked into the room.

but it was fun anyway. Then we went for lunch, which was another saga altogether. people were squeezing to get onto the bus as though their lives depended on it. It's these people that give RGS a bad name. Then we are at KFC, and chatted about nonsense, and then i went to meet my mummy to sign up for theory at trinity.

Note: Trinity exam papers are pretty. Much prettier than ABRSM papers.

Then i went to swim carn, where me and chrissie wandered around until we were chased back by teachers (hello, we seriously thought the food store was open kayyy.), where we listened to mp3 and sang songs until we realized that chri sow was swimming. Then there was mass screaming, cause the thought was seriously traumatizing, and we went to see.

OMG. I'm forever scarred. I saw liw ei in his swim pants. BRIGHT PURPLE. Is that a declaration of what?

(And why don't we have hot male teachers? All we have is one hot-shuai female-male teacher, who doesn't count, cause she's FEMALE. FEMALE. WHYYY.)Okay, talk later. Gtg for karate. x)

2006-03-04T12:03:00.000+06:00

This is a cause for celebration.

No, not founder's day. THAT's a cause for moans and groans, and not of the good kind.

WE HANDED IN OUR MATHS PT. There are colors in my life again. I can feel and sleep again. I feel hope welling up within me.

Yada yada yada.

ANYWAY. Monkey, Gorilla, you guys are the best. I think I'll have died without you guys there. You're the best son-in-law and daughter a father could ever have. Okay, chris, I'll let you have monkey for a week before making my advances again. x)

So, thank you gorilla, for being the best group leader ever, translating all my english into comprehensible stuff, doing the comparison tables, writing the instructions, , chasing monkey to sleep, even though she never listens...

Monkey. Thank you for staying up so late all these nights in a row to finish the project, doing the rules of the game, formatting the whole report, completing all the things we never finished, the brochure, helping to edit the report. You're da best. We should make a statue worshipping you.

Thank you fel, for doing the skeleton of the brochure and the betting layout, and for your emotional support.

Nicole returned to school. She's looking much better than I expected, actually, and she seems really happy. Which is good. I was kinda hoping she'll return to 408, though, but 310 is quite obviously the more suitable choice.

Our class has bad karma, methinks. People keep leaving.
And the people I want to leave don't.
Ahwells. Good luck, nicole! We're always there for you! Once an ex 3-8er, always an ex-3-8er. We'll be the ex-3-8ers together!

Oh yeah, and philo. I got off with a sentence of 15 years instead of life imprisonment. (Because we hid the fact that I had OCD from monkey and melmel.) MUAHAHHAA. Apparently I'm the most convincing Sarah Johnson ever.

*cue evil laughter*

But the OCD was so ironic. Fussy about tidiness? Me? ME????????

Ahwells. And founder's day is today. The perf was...I think they were trying to make a musical. The indiv performances were okay lah. But I think those that cannot hit high notes shouldn't sing. And the gym people... the two shorties saved the day. Another kept dropping the stuff. -_-"

And then and then and then the CHOIR GIRLS CAME. Cat, suet and their group of 4. And when suet opened her mouth ~~and birds began to sing~~ and I had the distinct thought of 'and we were listening to THOSE voices earlier'. Not to be mean, but I think the high notes were far too forced.

And then cat sang her solo parts ~~and angels wept~~ and I got reminded why I'm having an affair with her. grins. She was invited to my bed just now. x)

Haiz. I shall go now. lalalaz.

Lalaladela

2006-02-20T16:38:00.000+06:00

Today has been wonderful. Just effing wonderful. I dunno how I managed to be so cheerful the whole day, when I just feel like dying and going somewhere quiet so I can scream.

Geezus, I'm depressed. Fret not, I'm not going to take a blade and put it to my wrist anytime soon. Thank god that, for a depressed person, I'm a depressed person who hates pain. Huh.

And tomorrow won't be better, it's history repeating on and on. I'm repeating Simple Plan lyrics. That must say something.

I think I'm just saying I'm depressed cause I like the sight of my fingers typing 'I'm depressed' or something. Gods. Tomorrow there's RS and Tribune. Can I just die and not go to school tomorrow? I seriously don't feel like facing anything more than lessons in school. At least during lessons it's possible to slack and doodle in a notebook. Or on a waterbottle.

The world is beautiful today.

Yesterday, the clouds were dark and the thunder flashing and he did something awful and left her alone in the rain where she was found drenched to the bone and face wet with tears.

But today she is going to set things right, and the world is beautiful.

-

"You're joking," she had insisted when he first told her. "You're joking."

In the dim light of the street lamp, he managed to look almost sad. "If only I was."

-

She only has one brother, tall and handsome to most, but to her, he's only her adorable kid brother. So, when he came to her, emaciated and covered in bruises, she had pulled his head onto her lap and murmured into his ear, "Tell me what happened."

-

She went back to that place of the past, and found herself a painted picture of the eye of the storm. Teenagers chattered merrily in the run-down shopping mall, and the roads were over-run with hurried steps and bright paper bags.

That day, she learnt that there were thirty ways to keep a brother from jail, and that, in some cases, it took thirty-one.

-

She returned to her life at last, putting all behind her and happy to keep the past as it was - the past. Yet when he returned again, gaze more haunted then before, she found she could not say no.

The lack of action (un)accomplished more than anything she'd ever done.

-

"It's not happening," he stuttered, raising a blood-stained hand to her face. "It's not happening."

"If only it isn't." She shifts her grip on the handle of the dagger, driving it even further in. In the dim light of the flickering bulb, she manages to look almost sad, but the blood sings on her hands, and she remembers the life of the gutter and how the crimson stain belonged on her pale skin, like it has always had.

"You can run, but you can't hide." She whispers from memory, to herself more than to him.

-

There's no one left to see it, but the world is beautiful today.

Huh. That made absolutely no sense. But I feel better now, at any rate. Hehe, I just liked the motif of 'the world is beautiful today' and randomly shot it into the first plot bunny that entered my head.

Okay. I need practice on writing original fics. I can't go on in a fandom forever. Chrissie, darling thesaurus, help?

Gah. Tense.

2006-02-14T18:55:00.000+06:00

I'm writing my commonwealth essay now. (Seeing that I don't have a choice since I was more or less coerced into the whole business, and that Lydia, that traitor, didn't even think of helping me.) LYDIA. YOU'RE DEAD. AND YOU HAVE THE GALL TO LAUGH.

Ugh. Was my grammar really that bad? This is what happens when you stop writing a sentence halfway to eat chocolates and chat on msn.

But really, can you believe I changed tenses TWICE in ONE sentence?

Er...wow?

2006-02-12T09:40:00.000+06:00

Ten Top Trivia Tips about Lichen!

Lichen will often glow under UV light!
A female ferret will die if it goes into heat and cannot find lichen.Oh dear. I knew I appealed to more than humans, but ferrets? I mean, Draco Malfoy is one thing, but FEMALE ferrets?
It takes more than 500 peanuts to make lichen!Seeing that one peanut is worth gold taps plus a lot of money, I'm pretty happy here.
If your ear itches, this means that someone is talking about lichen.
Thirty-five percent of the people who use personal ads for dating are lichen.
Ancient Greeks believed earthquakes were caused by lichen fighting underground!
There are six towns named lichen in the United States.
The first toy product ever advertised on television was Mr Lichen Head.
Forty percent of the world's almonds and twenty percent of the world's peanuts are used in the manufacture of lichen.Peanuts again. What's up with me and peanuts? People might actually get the misconception that I'm nuts.
While performing her duties as queen, Cleopatra sometimes dressed up as lichen!Because it's such a fun and glorious thing to do.

The best view of hell is through 1820 to 1900

2006-02-06T16:55:00.000+06:00

Beethoven was a romantic in the last seven years of his life. Huh. Who knew.

There's schebert, who wasn't mentioned in my classical notes, so I shall ignore him. He was, most unfortunately, alive for 8 years of romantic. Damn him.

Mendelssohn.

Brahms (johannes). What a stupid name. Who can be bothered to remember anyway.

Robert schemann and his wife clara. The guy had a mental breakdown. No wonder. I think I'm going to have one too.

Richard Wagner. I dunno why I keep thinking of disney.Liszt. The paino virtuoso. I think he was feeling evil when composing his songs.

Verdi (Giuseppe). What a wonderful name. Bet I won't be remembering you, idiot. Oh wait, he composed Macbeth. And Don Carlos. And Aida. (Whatever the last two are.) Died at 87, wealthy and famous. Well, life wasn't too good, since he died, didn't he?

Ruggero Leoncavallo. Wonderful. The calvarous, rugged lion. -_-"

Gioacchino Rossini. You bet I won't be asking for an italian name. I can hardly spell them.

Giacomo Puccini (A romantic through and through.)

Gaetano Donizetti. Another retarded name.

Georges Bizet. From france. Who wrote carmen. Okay cool guy, you aren't so useless after all. The initial failure of this opera led to his breakdown and early death. Huh. If he lived...

Hector Berlioz. I somehow remember him. He wrote Romeo and Juliet. Ah yes. (No, I still don't remember.)

Chopin. I know this one.

Gabriel faure, Charles Gounod, Cesar Franck. Do I look as though I care?

Modest Musorgsky. I dunno if the modest is part of his name, or a title. -_-"

Nicholas Rumsky-Korsakov. ...

Tchaikovsky. The gay who wrote the Nutcracker ballet.

Sergei Rachmaninoff. huh. A pianist composer.

Antonin Dvorak. Wrote From the New World.

Bedrich Smetana. Who?

Er...I just copied these from my notes. You think I can remember izzit. Why are there so many romantic composers.

Romantic: Singable melody. Expressive harmony, Expanded forms. (ergo, large, irritating chords.) MUSICAL NATIONALISM.

Oh god. I wanna die.

UGH.

2006-02-06T12:49:00.000+06:00

WHY ME.

WHY ME.

WHY THE HELL IS IT ME.

Ugh. I'm going to kill someone. Preferably someone who's name is extremely similar to Christabel Saw.

WHAT IS THE EFFING PROBLEM WITH @#$@#%?!? Like, I wasn't even talking to susanta! She was talking with ANDREA!

Like, I bet it's just because I'm poor, vulnerable and defenseless lah. Sitting there, in the first row, open to attack.

Andrea, btw, you owe me a life debt now.

... MONKEY... mel style

2006-01-30T09:50:00.000+06:00

PEH LIQI YOU ARE SO SCREWED AND I AM SO GOING TO KILL YOU IN THE MOST PAINFUL AND SLOW AND PAINFUL AND TORTUROUS AND PAINFUL AND DID I MENTION PAINFUL WAY IMAGINABLE???????

Darlings, it seems as though 'hot choo' and 'sexy liw ei' have taken a liking to spamming my blog. I never knew liqi had schizophrenia. -_-"

This is, frankly, quite traumatizing. Imagine poor lil' me, innocently checking my tagboard, and seeing the name liw ei there.

Poor me. <3

P.S. I'm going to have so much fun. *cackles gleefully*

ALL HAIL LORD LICH.

2006-01-28T10:06:00.000+06:00

AND...

My com's back. OMG. I've never seen anything so sexy in my whole life. This voluptous, gorgeous, sensually smooth CPU and its modem. I'm in love...

Okay, and that's that. Cut my hair today. It's not that obvious, really, but I layered it. Was ex lorh. O.o Double the usual price. -___-" CNY and all that.

Oooo. Yesterday was CNY celebrations. Lolx. They even had xiang sheng. (It was damned lame, btw. WO MEN SHI XING JIA PO GONG MING...) Then then I borrowed sanki's jeans cause mine made my butt look FAT, and it was, so, like, BIG. (Cause that was sanki's jeans before she lost - A LOT OF - weight.) Then Sanki didn't bring a belt (cause she idiotically listened to me) and neither did I (cause I idiotically sprouted crap and managed to very intelligently believe myself) so I went about the celebrations holding the jeans for they were literally falling off my butt. As in, REALLY falling off my butt. SO. Idiots like Sharmini were thinking of the space between my jeans and my butt as a netball ring, and were tossing candy wrappers at it.

"Ten points if it gets in!"

-____________________-"

Then I tried to hit sharm, and angel was holding out sharm's hand for me to hit, so I naturally ended up (accidentally) hitting angel instead. She was Not Amused.

Then I realized that sharm has been, like, copying my earring style for, like, forever.

Me: See my new earrings! (shows off)
Sharm: Hey, you're wearing non-matching earrings! Like me!
Me: Hey, you've been copying me!
Sharm: wth!!! I've been wearing these for, like, forever!
Me: WHAT? You've been copying me for forever! And you still dare say it!
Angel: *sniggers*

Methinks that's what happens when 408 and 409 sit near each other. TROUBLE. Lots of it.

Thenthenthen me and fei and brenbren went to Taka. We were waiting for the bus (cause I was too fat to squeeze onto the two buses before us) and then we saw gengenlove and susantawholikestakingphotos and *cough*extremelydecentalexis and sexylingxi and meinuvanessa and cutetammie. And then My wife appeared, but I was avoiding her for one: I was flirting with aforementioned people, and b: she was with a CERTAIN person.

Ergo.

Thenthenthen we got onto the bus (finally) and went to taka where we ate at macs. YAYY. Then brenda was commenting on my eating style cause she was jealous that I thought of the wonderful idea of eating fries with ice cream. hvmph. Fei2, I must add, was entertaining herself with watch us cause I'm such a fun-loving person with a good sense of humor.

Oh yeah, then we went shopping. (Actually, we went to kino first cause I wanted to check out manga and brenda was dead set on copying me, I mean, I know imitation is the highest form of flattery and all that, but brendearestlove, I already know you worship me, and fei2 wanted to get pens and poster paint, then afterwords we went to check out Something Which Cannot Be Mentioned Until After A Certain Day In Febrary (Or Until We Give That Something Away, Whichever Is Later). Then then then we went to get Ice Cream, mainly gelato. Yumm. Then I was stealing ice-cream from fei and bren. <3 Then we went back to Far East, checking out belts along the way, cause, as I mentioned, a certain pair of jeans was falling off my butt. Brenbren was rolling her eyes along the way, so I told her that even though I knew she wanted to see my butt, all she had to do was arrange a night I'm free, cause if the jeans fall off halfway, I'll be pissed and upset and will slap her when she tries to grope me. She rolled her eyes again. Seriously, what did I say?) And then, yes, we looked at belts, but they were ex, so I bought a cute badge (that looked like it was from hellsing) and pinned it up. Looked quite okay, really.

Then since we were all in a better mood, we went to He and She (which Brenda thought was T&G or D&C -_________-") And we bought nice bracelets/rings (actually, the ring was attached to the bracelet) And then we went to take neoprints and then we went to buy earrings and then I forgot.

Tweehee. I'm so smart.

On Wednesday toad and I and tofu went out and then they bought socks and I bought earrings.

Yeah, I like earrings.

So anyway, now you know where the Weird Sisters (copyright shakespeare) came from on sat. ^^

Did I mention my com's working again?

Yeah. So now I have to configure the rest of the shit, so byebye. Don't cry okay, I know you miss me. I missed me too. I'll try to miss you!

giggles happily Liqi-style

2006-01-14T07:22:00.000+06:00

Looking at my chem worksheet, I feel extremely...inspired to blog. (Okay, so I don't want to do my homework, but neither do I want to do my mom's, so I'm stalling for time. -_-"

A.C is a damned good bio teacher man. This is the first time since last year Jan that I walked out of bio class thinking 'I can understand this'. I feel so smart, booyah.

Actually, we have a decent amount of good teachers this year. I mean, there's lit (Mary, this wonderful person teaching us is a fan of dramas and musicals and a fan of enjolras. She watched Les Miz on stage on the FIRST ROW and cried when enjolras died. <3)

I never comment on maths teachers, but as far as it goes, me eklin lives up to her name.

See, this is a decent sum. Grins happily. (Though we have exchanged a flasher for a pervert.)

Hmmm. What else happened this week (I'm quite desperate not to start on homework, you realize). On yeah. Class deco. (And here I can safely tell you I know exactly WHO i'm pasting on my table. And I've done it already. (OMGOMG now i can spend my time staring at that hot magician) Hiso is soooooooo hot. At any rate, after we celebrated Leenings' early and tammie's on time birthday in the COLD hall, we were talking about class deco. Then Liqi was asking for volunteers. 3 people raised their hands initially, including melmel. Then ben dan looked at me and said 'lichen' in THAT tone of voice so I was, like, 'eep' and raised my hand as well. Then they LAUGHED at me! They had the gall to LAUGH at me! I mean, I am LORD LICH!

Note: The half-toad prince's and rebels' plan to overthrow me will not work. I was like, 'Lord Toad? That just sounds wrong.'

I now have pictures of the apple incident. Funniness.

Recap of my life thus far

2006-01-09T15:53:00.000+06:00

Thankies to all the lovelies who gave me prezzies! I love Cat (the one in the basket), Shirt, Pen and all the others which came earlier/later!

At any rate, school started out relatively well. Toad's uncle sent us to school. er...met teachers. (which was a maluating incident comprising me saying 'har. Thiock again.' when he was right behind me)

Form a.k.a. maths teacher: She's nice. Full stop. And really, really, realllllllllllly boring. And I mean it when I say I've stoned through all her lessons.

Physics a.k.a CLE teacher: You know him. The ballroom dancer and his quotes and games. Spoon boy, I ask you.

Siao a.k.a replacement english teacher: ... She's an ex-rgs pupil. I don't believe it. Somehow I have the impression of being a kindergarden kid whenever she opens her mouth. 'Boys are lazy and untidy. Of course, girls aren't like that.' 'Next lesson, we'll tell all our secrets. However, since he's here now, let's pretend to be doing serious stuff kay? Let's play a game of pretend kay?' ...-_____________-()

Silent a.k.a english teacher: A really quiet guy. Literally.

-_- a.k.a bio teacher: well. What else can I say about a guy who goes 'flowers are the sexual organs of plants. I don't understand why girls keep sticking them in their hair.'

... a.k.a chinese teacher: I DO NOT WANT TO BE THE CHINESE REP. F LAH.

JK a.k.a chem teacher: Well, she says she'll be stricter this year. Hopefully I can win her over with my charm. ><

Iforgotwho a.k.a lit teacher: Well, she seems like a good teacher. (I was stoning)

And the other incidents. Hmmm. After I got Cat-in-the-basket, I went 'I love Cat!' halfway in class. Cat-kitty-bulliable-cat turned around, looking absolutely shocked. That, naturally, is understandable. I mean, since when did I have that bad taste? After I clarified that I loved the cat that was as cute as me, she turned around. Obviously she was quite relieved. (Lichen has maintained her standards.)

Seating arrangement: front of class. -_- And a fair distance from lotsa ppl. damnit. How can I slack in class if this goes on?

Apples: RG was giving out apples today. -_____________-" Toad and I actually picked out two to eat after school (seeing that I was starving cause I missed recess for interviews and that toad refused to detour to the canteen). They were sweet. O.o Then after that...well. Toad didn't finish hers (I did), and we both wrapped our apples/cores in tissue. Then we got into an arguement about something or other and that was when I said 'my apple's curvier than yours.' we spent almost half the bus trip arguing about which part of the core is assigned to which anatomy, and about Toad's apple (which turned out to be a head - mine was a body). The other half was spent critiqing toad's apple's head (why is it yellow-white?). Hers' turned out to be mummified and maggot-infested. Mine turned out to be its shrunken body. (see toad's phone for photo.

And other stuff. I'm bored now.

BB

New year's resolutions

2005-12-31T12:44:00.000+06:00

I'm baaack! Didja miss me? I missed me too!

China is cooold. As in, cooooooold. As in, the hells have frozen over coooooooooooooooooold. You get what I mean. And worse - it didn't snow. So I froze my butt off for nothing. Sheesh.

And CCA orientation was yesterday. Missed it. Damned.

Anyway, the temperature can go screw itself. China is a damned good shopping area. Yayyy.

See what I bought:

Memoirs of a Geisha (and it isn't even out in Sing!) S$1.20
Chronicles of Narnia S$1.20
Silence of the Lambs S$1.40
Hannibal S$1.40
All four Inuyasha movies S$1.60
Detective Conan ep 221-400 S$4.80
Detective Conan movies S$0.80
HunterxHunter cds S$3.20
Phantom of the Opera (how could I not?) S$1.40
Moulin Rouge S$1.40
Hotel Rwanda S$1.40
Butterfly Lovers' cartoon cd S$1.40

Yeah, and souvenirs. I rock. (Anyway, they're all pirated. Don't let PAP read this. Booyah.)

Anyway, Memoirs of a Geisha is pretty boring at first. And the quality isn't that good. But still. Sniffs.

My new year resolution: To fufil 2005's new year resolution. Oh wow.

Anyway, as it's, like, the last day of 2005, let's take note of the memorable points of this year, A.K.A. the QUOTES.

"See how I'm deliberately avoiding you? Do you feel the pain? Do you feel your heart breaking?" - b a l a

"Everytime I walk into starbucks, I feel like I've come home." - w u y i m i n

And of course:

"LI CHEN NI ZHE GE BIAN TAI!" - c h e n c h e n, of course.

Contributions will be appreciated.

Yayy. I've watched Inuyasha Movie 4. It's sooo uber cool. Inuyasha more or less started the movie, of course, but it's SESSHOUMARU I was looking for. Anyway, when Inuyasha and gang fought the ppl, they all got dirty and dusty and injured, but Sess was the cool one. Duh. And he defeated the idiot with a move waaaaay cooler than what Inuyasha could ever manage. Besides, Inuyasha is nothing without his sword. I mean, look at all the hanyous in that island. Sess is soooooo cool.

So the drama.

YOU GO SESS!

10 things to note about china during winter

2005-12-24T13:20:00.000+06:00

1) Internet connection is rare and (my) precious and hard to get and therefore should be treasured. My preciousssssss.

2) The weather is COLD. It is advisable to go out looking like a ball of wool. Baa baa black sheep and all that.

3) Even though the temperature is ridiculously low, you hardly get snow, and the river never freezes enough to skate on. What a waste.

4) Any fool with some sense of self-preservation who is not a depressed suicidal lemming would learn never to sit on the toilet bowl seat unless you're in a hotel or you really don't treasure your butt.

5) The roads are not kind to anyone. Those subjected to a uni-fingered wave should not get angry. Chances are there're gangsters about. (And no, yours truly did not do anything too stupid. She just watched someone else get cornered before she ran away.)

6) No matter what some idiots say, prices are always bargainable. Just argue.

7) If you happen to get knocked down by a vehicle and snuffed it, don't even think of sueing the drivers. They'll just laugh in your face, and not just because you're quite dead. (and believe me, death is quite a dampener on your ability to sue someone.) Chances are, you'll get sued for scratching their car. -_-"

8) Ignore the idiots on the street who go out in two layers of clothing. They're freaks of nature who probably came from the artic.

9) China actually has some cute guys. Huh. Who knew.

10) Hotels are a gift from heaven. Their toilets have doors. *cheer*

Of cosplay and random stuff if they appear at all.

2005-12-13T10:18:00.000+06:00

Went to Cosplay at expo with wenting and feli chere on sat. It was fun at first, giggling at all the costumes and wandering around like headless otakus, but then I got broke and it was so sad cause I was just staring at all the stuff I wanted to buy and didn't have money to. And I ended up stealing food from Feli and Wenting. *thanks dahlings~ Muaks I'll, like, treat you to something. Er...yah. Something* At any rate, I'm feeling lazy now.

And my typing's gone down the drain. )Actually, I'm typing this with my eyes closed. Pretty accurate, huh? oh yah. Lichie the wonderful person.

Oh god, I can't believe I didn't have any typos. Okay, that's it. I'm typing my essays with eyes closed next time.

Chores

2005-12-07T18:12:00.000+06:00

I realized something - I like doing household chores. For a little while, of course, like, one day. I mean, it's just so fun flitting around all hot and ~~bothered~~ diligent worrying about things and appearing responsible. Besides, one perk is that you can complain about it later, cause doing housework is ample reason for whining, and whining is good cause it's in the same league as slashing and attention seeking which is good cause it means you GET attention. Whee. *grinz silly-ly*

And I seem to keep getting soap suds in my EAR for some ridiculous and obscure reason hidden beyond the river of destruction in the hill of the fire dragons. And it's SOOOO irritating. It probably ranks, like, step 1 in the Do-It-Yourself Guide to Insanity. -_________-"

2005-12-06T10:09:00.000+06:00

Whee. I'm baaccckkk! The thai trip was, like, so sudden. Dad just called home and was like, pack your bags, we're going to thailand, and I was like, HUH. -_____-"

Anyway, the plane trip was, like, one and a half hours, so at least I didn't get planesick or anything. Phew. But the trip was TIRING. TIRING, I tell you. I'm, like, aching all over. My arms hurt and so does my butt, for some obscure reason. Actually, they don't hurt too much now. Was much worse yesterday.

Okay, I take that back. My arm hurts again. Though it may have something to do with me just walking into a door. Owww. *whines*

Anyway, the first day was lousy. Spent majority of my time cooped up in a) the car, or 2) an office. Died of boredom, I tell you.

Second day went SHOPPING. OMG. Thai stuff are uber cheap. What a waste, I only had an hour in the place.

Jeans: $99
Black hoodie: $299
CD: $104

Sadness, really, cause daddy only gave me $1000 to spend in the place, and I had to waste money on my sister. ($299) Oh, and these are in baht, and the exchange rate is 24:1, so do the maths. Er...you didn't actually think I was that rich, did you? ^^

Er...then the next day we went to this lil' island near the hotel, spent most of the morning there, and ate in the rain. (the roof was holy...er...holey) Parachuted strung to the end of a boat. Twas so funnnnn.

Oh, did I mention that Thai ppl are HOOOOTTTTT??? And for once, both the guys AND the girls. They're, like, the tall, dark hawaiian (sp?) ppl. And the guys are just. so. musculine. OMG. *puddle of lichen*

ANYWAY, we watched the Tiffany's show when we returned, La Vie en Rose. Ah yes, the transexual show. The men are fucking GORGEOUS. And not the male gorgeous. It's the female lingerie ad makeup ad gorgeous. And they're men. My father mentioned something about them having to take all the random shots of chemicals and nonsense (silicon?) since young to sorta 'alter' their sex, so they hardly live over 44. In fact, all the older ones are the ugly ones who have undergone no operation.

Anyway, so they were performing and whatnot, the dance wasn't too bad, but their shimmy was weird, in the sense that they refuse to let go and, well, shimmy. (I think it has something to do with the fake boobs.)

Ah wells. Anyway, I was wondering, since they could more or less pass off as (gorgeous, where's the fairness in that?) women, what they really thought about real females. So I came to the conclusion that if I were them, I would hate women. I mean, even as I type this as objectively as I can, which is very, cause I don't have anything against gays (only lezzies, and everyone knows why), I keep referring to them as 'fake women' and 'normal women'. I mean, they'll never be accepted both ways anyway. They're not men, at least, not anymore, nor will they ever be real women. Just some cross-breed interbetween species for which the only acceptance they'll ever face is as some circus animal in a freak show. It doesn't matter that they're much chio-er than, say, majority of the thai ppl out there, a straight man would much rather be shagging a female hunchback of notre dame than them. And I mean, they're giving up so much of their life just to live the short 44 years or less as some circus freak just so that they can be the gender of their choice instead of nature.

And after that had spaghetti on the bus, so blah blah blah, it was quite dry though. Sadness.

So. Then the next day we packed and went home, watched sky high on the plane, and cursed the plane food. I swear, it's not fair, it's not. I'm jealous of my sis. I mean, just because she's young she gets SAUSAGES, for gawds sake! I mean, like, hello, I OBVIOUSLY deserve the more decent food, seeing that I'm planesick-prone and all, but nooo, I get the nauseating food and she gets the BROWNIE!!! *howls*

It's not fair, it's not.

Hot hot hot hot hot

2005-11-29T08:36:00.000+06:00

OMG. It's, like, SUPER hot in here. I feel like stuffing myself into the fridge. The UPPER fridge. And I don't want to start sweating cause sweat is made up of urea so sweating is something akin to pouring bucketfuls of urine onto yourself. Say it with me: EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.

And I'm so amused. The person who inspired me to type the last entry was inspired by my last entry to type an entry. Lolx. So cute.

It's hot hot hot hot hot.

Forget it. I'm turning on the air con.

End notes and a little goodbye

2005-11-27T18:32:00.000+06:00

2005 is drawing to an end, and soon I'll be off to china and the next time I talk to anyone after that would be next year. 2005 has been...a year. It's better than last year, that I can honestly say, because I didn't like last year's class one bit, but I wouldn't go as far as to say it's been a wonderful year. I mean, there were ups, and I had fun in class playing ABC bingo and haidai and bullying people and whatnot, but there were also downs, and these are the times that are (unfortunately) imprinted in the memory.

I like being in 308. No, really. I can't imagine being in 309 or 306 or 310 or any other class, really, though I can probably attribute it to having no imagination. (But I'm a very nice person kayyy.) But some times, I dunno. Maybe it's just me, but don't you find yourself always veering towards some common interest as a conversation topic or inane chattering about rubbish? There's always this safe topic there for you to reach out to, for I don't like keeping silences, cause silence is only golden when absolutely necessary.

Yeah, in case you were wondering, I read this introspective piece of writing today, so I'm kinda reflecting on this year. I was wondering about why I keep a blog anyway. I mean, if I wanted a place to vent everything, a private blog would do. If I just wanted a tagboard, you'll just see one tagboard there. And it isn't really much of a journal, cause journals remind me of CLE and it inevitably turns to reflections, and really, my blog is more of inane chattering than anything else. I mean, occasionally when I'm pissed you see a few rants (look below) or a few essays, but it's mostly 'OMG. Hot ang moh guys are hot.' (Okay, I'm not that much of an idiot, but you get the point.)

So I think a blog's mostly about sharing, a release much like when you're complaining to someone about someone else via msn, except a blog would be there when you need it 24/7, and you're not left with the deflated feeling of 'what's past is past, no use bothering about it anymore' in your chest just because it's OVER and you don't have the energy and rage to fuel complaints anymore. And it's different from a private blog, cause you know that even though you're typing in a really ugly white box framed by shit brown mixed with white paint with a hideous orange button below, you're writing out to people and not some page floating in the cyber world.

I like the holidays. Even though sometimes you get really bored and feel like you're missing out on so many could-haves and would-haves had it been school term, it's also extremely peaceful and, I dunno, quiet. Private. Not rushed. And you can just sit on a comfy chair and zoom about and read about idiots who order a calendar only to find that it's two months per page. (Wenting is an idiot. Anyone want to dispute that?)

2005-11-27T14:27:00.000+06:00

I swear, even if it's the brightest, sunniest, breeziest and cheeriest day you can ever find, Mary Sues are bound to dampen your day. It's not just that they're nauseatingly wish-fulfilling, or that the author is so clearly living out her very disgusting fantasies with random people - and trust me, that is very, VERY bad - but that the authors are so entrenched in their ~~wet~~ dreams that they don't even pay attention to logic anymore.

For heavens' sake, let's get this straight. If you so desperately want yourself - oops, I meant your self-insert - to have a dancer's grace and elegance, then she cannot be a klutz. Even if someone reviews and tells you that ~~you~~ your character was a Mary Sue, and you want to add faults, a dancer cannot be a klutz. A dancer is about grace and poise and balance. Understanding your body and finding your CG and whatnot. If you DO want to put ~~yourself~~ your oh-so-original character as a klutz, too bad, so sad, no dancing for her. The whole idea of a flaw, darling, is that, you know. A blemish. Imperfection. Not some non-visible chip in a cup in which although she's a klutz she's still graceful and elegant and can dance the most wonderful dances and her clumsiness only serves to make her look cute. *bangs head repeatedly on the table - hard*

And for the record, tall, lithe, muscular females who are well versed in martial arts and kick asses everyday do not have big boobs. It's a fact of nature, seeing that the stuff in them are fats. I'm quite sick of seeing 'rounded creamy white breasts the size of watermelons'. There's, like, a reason why larger sized people have larger boobs, you know. Yeah, thin people can have big boobs. Provided they aren't muscular and that they don't work out regularly.

Big boobed people are not lithe, wiry martial artists.
Lithe, wiry martial artists do not have big boobs.
I don't care what your exception is.

And I know names cannot be copyrighted, but 'Sakura' is so overused it's plain ridiculous. And no, I'm not talking about card-captor sakura. And so is Naomi and Sapphire and Opal and Diamond and any other name that means beautiful and/or wise and/or powerful and/or perfect and/or any of the elements and/or goddess and/or fairy (you get the point yeah). Now, if you named her Big Shit, I wouldn't complain so much. But then again, if you named her Big Shit, chances are, she's either a parody or a non-sue.

And even worse than a Mary Sue (oh wait, I take that back. There's nothing worse in the fandom than a Mary Sue) almost as bad as a Mary Sue is a Canon Sue. I mean, if Draco Malfoy is to fall in love with Hermione Granger or Ginny Weasley or Parvati Patil or Lavender Brown or Harry Potter or Ron Weasley or Severus Snape or Albus Dumbledore or his father or his mother or Trelawny or Sinistra or Minerva, it's not going to be because he/she came back from the holidays with a makeover and cut his/her hair and got piercings and is wearing revealing clothes and suddenly got a uber hot bod OR if he/she came back all in black and changed his/her attitude totally and start acting punk.

And much as I love Hisoka, he is a deranged, psychotic lunatic who kills with a deck of cards. He sliced off someone's hands cause he bumped into him. He's not going to let some random person with an attitude live long enough to fall in love with her. Chances are, he's going to slice her up into shish kebab.

And while we're on the topic, Killua and Gon are not going to be walking (apparently carrying their suitcases along with them cause they don't have the brains to call a taxi) along a road to Mount Whatchamacallit to train (conveniently forgetting the whole of HunterxHunter is getting on with life and leaving the past behind) when there is a scream (from the darkness, apparently, since the author didn't mention a road nor did she mention anywhere, actually, they were just, say, walking -_-") and where Killua's priorities are seriously screwed and he cares more about the age of the girl than, say, how big and bad the thugs are (no, seriously. Author referred to them as 'the guys' -______________-), where the darling boy who slashed people just because he lost at a ball game suddenly flies into a rage and kills 'the guys', and start craddling said girl, and when we're at it, Gon does NOT go kuku nutto bongbong elephant shit monkey face and drop the girl just to answer the question of why Killua is acting like an idiot (one, I wonder why he's acting like an idiot too and b, how does dropping the girl even answer the question???) and even IF he goes kuku nutto bongbong elephant shit monkey face and decides to drop the girl, he does NOT, I repeat, does NOT need to count to three to drop the damned girl. And even IF the above happens, in some very seriously warped and screwed world, Killua and Gon would actually have the brains to say, spend 50 cents on a call to the POLICE or the HOSPITAL (or are the calls free?) instead of apparently abandoning their suitcases which they were supposed to be carrying in the alley and carrying the girl to a 5 star hotel where they rent the largest room and leave her on the bed whilst Killua sleeps on the floor (I dunno, authoress conveniently just mentioned there was ONE BED, in a 5 star hotel top room which costs $500 instead of calling the hospital for free, and they let the weird girl whom they don't even know sleep on said bed whilst they roll about on the floor)And Gon is even better. he apparently has nothing better to do (what happened to going to train, anyway?) other than to sit and stretch his neck so she could wake up and gaze into 'brown orbs'. And don't even make me start on AFTER she wakes up.

Let's face it, Mary Sues are sickening, repulsive figments of the authoress' very sick wishes. They embody the most shameless self-praise and delusions one is able to produce, and the only ones who would want to write a Mary Sue in the first place are insecure, unselfconfident pathetic IDIOTS cause even they themselves can't stand their image in the mirror to the extent that they have to write a MS to actually, say, live.

Honestly.

Nonsense just seems to rule my life

2005-11-24T18:47:00.000+06:00

I think it was really a wrong decision for my parents to buy that wheeled chair. Seeing that everything I need is on the first floor, I've taken to just zooming around the place on it, knocking into furniture and scratching them. At this rate, I'm really going to grow fat ~~and destroy the whole house.~~

And I'm going to permanently scar myself at this rate. I just slashed my arm on...something. I dunno what. Cause I was zooming around and then injured myself. At this rate, I may actually be able to carve out a Mona Lisa on my arm after all. If not for the fact that it hurts. Ouch. I'm whinnnnnnnning.

blah.

2005-11-23T09:34:00.000+06:00

Harry Potter the Movie was incredibly condensed. I adored the effects, however. (I also adored the hot people in there, like Krum and Draco and Cedric) The way each scene flows into another through a common sound effect or word or phrase. The weasley twins were absolutely amusing. And snape. Gods, snape. I loved that scene. *tugs up sleeves* *PUSH* The humor was good. (It was the movie's one saving grace, actually, not counting the three hot guys) By the time HP met Voldie, I was bored. (Anyone noticed that Voldie holds his wand like a violin bow? In fact, some of his arm movements remind me of a violinist).

Am feeling anti-social. Bah. Go away.

Update.

2005-11-19T10:51:00.000+06:00

I haven't updated for quite some time now. Didja miss me? Don't worry, I've missed myself too. ^^ (This is lichen's ego at its greatest)

The whole week has been super Tribune orientated. First there was the sec 4 farewell, then the FAM, and there would be the camp if not for the fact that I'm very grounded this week.

First. The Sec 4 Farewell. Arrived at sch at 1, got scolded by brenda who arrived at 12 because the idiot didn't read her emails (and she STILL scolded me - and guojun - for not informing her), met up with Qianni, hopped onto a bus to Far East to buy batteries (and only later did we realise there were batts in our popular bookshop) and arrived at school back in time to start on the deco.

THE DECO!!! I utterly ADORE the deco! We had dark green tablecloth on the pavilion tables with five candles per table (green in the middle, the other four white) placed exactly on the folds of the cloth. (SYMMETRY. Symmetry is important. XD) Guojun the darling made this large sheet of parchment from paper and coffee, and wrote the words 'Fellowship of the Quills' on it, which we fixed onto a pillar and stuck the large Tribune Feather behind it. We had golden leaves on a wire wrapped around pillars to give the medieval effect, under which there was a golden shimmery cloth curled around at the bottom and hanging down after the third round. Golden pieces of paper with quotes from LotR was pasted around, and the large rock near the 'fountain' had candles in it, so the whole thing was full of flickering lights.

Oh yes. And our PERFORMANCE. (Am still super pissed.) I wrote mine, Liy's poem, and had to write kavya's cause she 'didn't have internet connection until five minutes ago' while Mary saw her on msn. Grrr. And then she had the nerve to lose it.

Everything went very smoothly, all things considered. We ordered Pizza, and had fried noodles, cookies, onion rings, fried chicken wings, chocolate cake and lots more. (And I ran around school telling people we had pizza. x))

FAM was quite fun. I met fei2 on the bus, so we arrived together, LimHuei miin saw me, so i ran away, and met sharm there. Anyway, me and fei ran about taking photos (the ice sculpture was GORGEOUS) and watching performances, whilst Sharm sat at her senior's class table and stole class food. -___-" Anyway, the Miss Alma Mater nominees were performing. Majority of them were doing hip-hopp. There was ventriloquism, palm reading... etc etc.

Went home at 10 and arrived at 11.30. Ergo, I'm now grounded.

Life is boring. Damnit. (okay, not really, but I"m really bored now.)

Of dancing (or serials about it, rather)

2005-11-17T08:34:00.000+06:00

I've been watching the chinese serial on channel 8 from 9 to 10. That's like the only TV I watch save nick toons when I see a nice one. What! I'm still young at heart okay!

Never did like Singapore serials. (Save project runway, but I keep forgetting to watch it. Sadness.) Technically, that serial I was watching is only good for the dancing in the show. Must look out for the director of the show. Note to self: never watch a show with the same director.

For one thing, the crying is surreal. I mean, you've heard of trickles of tears running down one's cheeks in badly written Mary Sue fanfics, but this is the first time I've SEEN it. There's no red rimmed eyes, no red noses, not even tears in the eyes. Just a trail of sparkling pearly tears on the cheek. I was like: huh? -_-"

Two, the characters are just lame and unrealistic. One of the girls just keep saying 'you lied to me! I hate people who lie to me!' regardless of the situation. -__-" I mean, when you find out your boyfriend is the son of an illustrous director who is using all means to stop said son from working to support himself, is your first reaction curiosity and 'what the hell is going on', or 'you lied to me! I hate people who lie to me!' (and subsequently walk backwards into a hole)

And half the time when there's interaction between two people, the rest are just like random statues standing around. This person's at this new school with her dancing partner. During dinner, said partner starts quarrelling and insulting the people at the school. And the whole time, the other girl didn't appear on screen. Like, HELLO, do you stop the fight, or do you just sit there and pick your nose and pee in your pants? It reminds me of this fic I read before (the cast of an anime in American Idol), where the author actually writes there on the script: Crowd: Random cheering noises.

But I'll give them credit for getting the bimbotic-ness and bitching between girls correct. I found that the most realistic scene of all. *grinz*

*shakes head* I'm going back to Ji Xiao Lan.