Oh, holy...

Oh, gosh, I heard it. Wind whispering its way through the leafy undergrowth. Stone grinding upon stone. Fire burning fire. Waves whisking seashells away from shore, to lie once more on the sandy ocean floor. Diamond scratching diamond. The Griffin's roar; spreading its black wings to soar, and to be lost, in a swirling silvery mist. The tinkle of bells in a war ravaged battlefield. I heard it.


How long exactly have I not heard it? A month? Far longer, I suspect.


Yet above all, the pearl, rolling about somewhere in this house in its sweet, unwavering rhythm, unseen, but heard.

How silly

It's inane, you know, chat speak. Stupid words like "ishh", "buaixx", "laff", "lurve", "eu", etc. They fxxxing degrade English. This is an example of a lame msn nickname:


"sumtimes if a person ishh nt worth ur lurve i would rather yuu gave him up!!! "


Sorry to whoever knows that this is your dumb nickname, that is, if you ever read my blog. I also know another person who's in close association with this person, and also uses loads of irritating chat speak.


Why type "ishh" when a simple "is" will do the trick? Why "lurve" when "love"? Psh.

Moi

Bugger. Yesterday I woke up with a temperature of 40 degrees celcius. Bad morning. But that also meant that I could miss my dental appointment that afternoon, so yay. And today I still have a bit of temperature, so my mum called my school and I'm excused from the Science Practical Assessment. I won't have to take it anymore. :) Blaise Zabini rules, did I mention that?


I've got MAJOR writer's block.

hola!

Just now, Amanda invited Shi Hao to play badminton with us. Invited won't actually be the correct word, since we went over to the oval dais, so let's say..., she asked him to play badminton with us. It was pretty boring. Yes, boring. Paula also came along a while before we started so she played as well. Two against two. Each of us took turns to pair up with him.


First it was Paula and him, since she had borrowed his racket, or so I think. Then later, Amanda actually volunteered to take Paula's place, using the excuse that she wanted to relieve Paula of her...pain. Ha. It's more like lovesickness. :) Yeah. Then later it was my turn to partner him. Surprisingly, I think I prefer having to partner a guy. Don't get me wrong, he's the last person I'll like, well, the second last person I'll like. Marcus is the last person I'll like.


Guys are much quieter. I don't like having to talk while playing badminton. I know this is ironic, because I talk alot when I'm playing badminton, but that's not to say I like it. I only talk to break the silence. But, guys are so silent that you DON'T want to break the silence, so there's peace. All hail silence.


I love the holidays.

Bread and Butter

Whipped cream? What's that?


*I hate pink. I hate it. I hate it!


Blaise Zabini! Blaise Zabini! (And Hermione Granger)


Those who like pink are lame. Those who adore pink are weird. Those who love pink are mutated pigs. No offence. I'm just a simple, innocent young maiden of twelve who loves to voice her opinions. Oh, psh. Yes, if you like pink, I can just imagine you falling for that. Ha.


Oh, and "princess". So far I've come across at least two blogs who clearly show their love for princesses. That is like, so eccentric. It ain't nice being a princess. You get to wear pretty gowns and stuff, but you also have to wear that metal net thing that looks like an eggshell to like, make the bottom of your gown poofy. (Refer to the movie "Cinderella II" to get a clearer idea.) Well, that is, provided that you don't have a poofy butt yourself.


Cinderella II was lame.


Look, English descriptive writing is the best thing that's ever happened to me, but Chinese descriptive writing is so [puke]. Well, not really, but it's not as nice as the former. Oh well. I guess I just prefer EL descriptive writing because I'm such a darn genius at it. SMACK MY HEAD. Ignore me. I'm a conceited Freak.


Hey, I just discovered that my hockey mentor, Rachel, also goes to Alliance Francais. On the same day, and probably same time. She smsed me about it when she thought she saw someone who looked like me there. Cool. She's in room 310, or so she thinks. Hm. I'll look out for her next Saturday.


Oh, I've discovered that "Sorry for the late reply" is much easier than saying "Sorry I took so long to reply", especially when smsing. Stupid me.


Hermione Granger and Blaise Zabini.

Dig this

Blaise Zabini is Italian? Interesting. Maybe he knows Tonino Montana. Just bloody click: http://www.fanfiction.net/~stasya, read my stories, and leave a review. Yep yep yep. Forgive me. I'm hyper. I'm not usually like that. Jeez.


Ok, Rachel's moving to Nanyang, like I've mentioned in earlier posts. It'll be sad to have the seat beside me devoid of her, but psh. Forget that. Yeah, the less attached you get, the less pain there is when you get detached.


Sincerely yours, dear blog,
Stasya

Attention! MAJOR plot bunny alert! Inspired by Vitamin C's 'Graduation', Hermione Granger, well, graduates. But it ain't just a boring angsty story about her walking down foreboding corridors lighted by luminous torches and all that crap, no...Well, someone else comes into the story, too, and it's most certainly not a guy. For once, I'm going to write a one-shot (Well, yeah, I forgot to mention that it would be a one-shot) that ain't romance. No romance. Ah, I'm a little woo hoo in the head. But I'll take advantage of that 'woohooness'. Yep.


Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy rock! Yeah, now Blaise is first priority.

Last

Last day of the school term. Surprisingly, I'm not as ecstatic as I would have been in the past. So, my childhood's draining away from me, is it? I got a fucking B4 for Maths. 72.4% was my overall percentage. That bad, I suppose. A bloody 72.4%. Forgive me. I don't usually swear that much; I just feel way too vulgar today.


I've developed a surprising, seemingly absurd affection for two Slytherins: Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini. Who wouldn't? Admittedly I'd prefer Zabini, though. I'll take brun over jaune anytime. Both are French words, by the way, so don't complain that you can't find these in the English dictionary. I highly doubt it. Writing humour is hell, you know. Maybe I'm trying too hard.

Joan of Arc rules. Three cheers for (Thomas) Edison!

Novelties

I really should be doing my Chinese essay now, but heck. It seems easy and I'm already half-way through it, so yeah. I'll be really relieved when Thursday comes to an end. Suddenly the Science Center trip seems a lot less appealing. Somehow I feel that I'll look forward to it better if I were going with 6A04, but quit that crap.


I've found another novel passion - Hermione/Draco...romances. Of course. I'm a hopeless romantic. Lily and James still rock my world...just that HD rock more. Yeah. Here's another nice romance fic (HD) that's bound to set you ensconced in anticipation: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2288043/1/. I seem to like these...unlikely romances.


By the way, I tied with another girl in class for the highest in the Vocabulary test; 8/10! You know, the part where you have to write out the meaning in your own words...I know, it's not that great, but at least it's something to brag about. Ignore me. I'm feeling particularly conceited today. You can stomp on my head to deflate it, if you like.


I've come to a firm conclusion that boys are weird. I know it's common for people to think that my statement should be vice versa, but they do not realize that girls are not the only weird ones. Guys can be weird and hard to understand, too. For example, he can seem so chatty with you and then later when someone else mentions your name to him, he'll be in that infamous < <"Whatever, so?"> > mood. Weird contradictions.


Now you see me, now you don't.
Stasya

Second star to the right and straight on till morning.

Second star to the right and straight on till morning

I've alway liked Peter Pan. You can read the original, unabridged version of the story at http://www.literature.org/authors/barrie-james-matthew/the-adventures-of-peter-pan/index.html. It's really cool. You know, I'd rather stay a child than grow up. I like Winnie The Pooh, too. NOT the "cute" cartoon version. NOT THE CARTOON VERSION. That one sucks. It's so fake. I like the original, older version. The original. It's quaint; just like Peter Pan. I like www.literature.org. There're so many nice stories there. It's almost better than fanfiction and co.

Delphine has changed a lot, by the way. Or maybe it's because I never really knew her. For instance, she seems to be in love with pink now. That's weird. I never knew her to be a pink person. We don't talk much, now. I don't know why. We give each other the cold shoulder when we bump into each other in school and just brush past each other. To me, it started when she stopped treating me like her ex-primary classmate. It was like she'd been influenced by the so called popularity. I can't possibly blame her, lol. I'm the loner, after all. Yeah. I got the hint and decided that if she was gonna treat me coldly, then I'd treat her coldly as well. Two can play at this game.

And thus I started giving the cold shoulder to Delphine, no matter how ridiculously petty this may sound.

I hate

Girls never were the inferior gender. It's the stupid males (the whiny ones) who said we were, but after all, they're males, so only their fellow males will trust their statements...Unfortunately, in the past, some females betrayed their own gender and started thinking that females really WERE inferior, and that males were the superior ones. I beg to bloody differ.

I'm a weirdo. Cute.

You Are 0% Normal (As Weird as They Come)

Are you from outer space? Because you're hardly human. Where people go right, you go left. And you have little in common with anyone... Except other freaks of natures :-)

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This is so cool! I'm weird! I'm unique! Yay!

Regarding Indecency

Aw, shit. So many have been corrupted, so far. Karina, Michelle Lee J.L, RachelS, Jessica, Christabel, (Cassandra?), Amanda, Emily Poopsie Pee, Si-Ning, Su Wenn, Ivy, Mary-Anne, (Regina?) Calida, Vanessa...blast it, so many more! That's excluding most of the other SNGP girls. Oh bother, all of 'em sport these fucking low belts. I hate low belts! And out of these, most of em wear ankle socks as well. Low belts are ugly, anyway. Tardiness and sloppiness are what they depict, and for some of em, it's true.

Speaking of ankle socks, I unwittingly got three pairs today. Damn me! I was getting a new pair of Converse shoes, because, can you believe it, that apart from my two pairs of school shoes I have (had) no shoes at all? I was a tad tired of always wearing those strap sandals everywhere I went, so I just asked my mum to get me a pair. Yeah, so today we went to HarbourFront to shop. She wanted to look at mp3 players as well...yeah. Harbour Front is way cool. I want to go there again soon...hopefully.

And we went into this CallBag something shop and I got my shoes. I told my dad that I needed some socks to go with them, because I didn't want to wear them with school socks since, because I wanted to save school socks for school shoes. Actually, that's a lame excuse. I just wanted new socks. I don't usually waste money...I was just in a mood for splurging. Ask no questions; I know no answers. Yeah, so the salesman pointed out some socks and though they looked suspiciously like the darn ankle socks I harboured so much hatred for, he claimed that they'd reach far above my ankle, and foolish me agreed to get them. Stupid Stacy. Stupid Stacy. So, there. Now I own a pack of three pairs of ankle socks together with my new blue converse shoes.

Temptation

How could I possibly resist? I took more quizzes at quizilla, so I'll state my results here - again.


The intelligent loner. You're shy at times but friendly, and you are never weak and always independent. You are incredibly intelligent (wise beyond your years) and have a talent for many things (sports, music, art). You have a kind and warm personality and enjoy the simple things. Like hanging out with friends and watching movies at home. But you're sometimes quiet nature makes you a bit of an outcast and a mystery to people. No matter how pretty you are or smart or athletic, you just can't seem to break into the crowd and be noticed. Don't worry, try to be more outgoing and speak out when you have more to say. Don't hide behind your books and sports and computer, get out there and get noticed. You also have deep desires in life and feel vunerable and alone at times. Don't feel sad either, What helps me to express feelings and dreams that I can't say to people, is through my writing. Maybe you should try.


That is absolutely true...Right on the dot. Except for the intelligent and multi-talented part, that is. Isn't it always?


Your wise quote is: "Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising everytime we fall" by Confucius. Yes indeed, you see true strength can only be seen when a person has "fallen". Only then one can tell how they will handle it. Just don't make others fall so you can know who they really are. You on the other hand may be a very quick recoverer and don't let people bring you down. You are your own, and you're find with that. Emotional issues is something you handle rather nicely.


Again, too right.


You are a perfect princess! You are every queens dream, amazingly beautiful, a joy for the spotlight and your dream is to get married and have a proud royal family. If any paparazzi come after you, one wink and an innocent smile is all it takes to dumbfound them. You have an immense sense of duty and would never go against the wishes of your family. You spend your time flicking through magazines looking for the latest clothes and jewellery. This doesnt mean youre an airhead though! Behind your striking appearance lies an amazing mind. You have the ability to conjure up the wittiest sayings and are immensely intelligent. Such a combination of intelligence, creativity, power and beauty is often intimidating to those around you.


No, no, no! This is NOT true!


The Goddess of Ice and Hope. You are a creative wonder. Always calm and collected, you hold the awe of many people and you are exceptionally logical. You are an inspirational beauty.


I like the ice, hope, calm & collected and the logical part. I am not a beauty. I am not a creative wonder. I do not hold the awe of many people.


In your eyes, people see shards of ice everywhere... You are cold and distant, pushing away people that love you and truly care for you! You want to be able to reach out and love them but... You can't for some reason... You're just too...you. Underneath that cold exterior lies a warm, happy soul that wants to let loose and have fun! Your sanctuary would probably be anywhere up high where you can look down on life below you, like the roof of an apartment building... Your eyes resemble a saddened, crestfallen person seeking out attention, but doesn't know how to handle it. However, you do find comfort from your friends, they're always there for you, and they know the REAL you :) Even though you do seem rather cold, you can be very protective over something you truly believe in or love. Let go of that "tough" rep and just be you! It's impossible to live life without some fun and love.


Creepy. It's all correct.


Your element is earth: Wise, solitary, mysterious and loving. You are very wise. Your wise as in you know things others do not, you can see past stereotypes and see the real people behind their facades, and people will often come to you for help and advice. Quite solitary and somewhat shy around people because you prefer animals and plants, animals aren't afraid to show themselves or what they are feeling and plants are fun to nurture. You are very strong in your silence if you set your mind on something you will often times pursue it to the end. Sometimes you just want to get away, so you seek refuge in the forest where you can have time to think and try to sort out your emotions. The sound of the wind usually calms you, especially moving through the trees. Life to you is something precious and should not be taken for granted.


Of course...I know I'm a true Capricorn; a true Earthian. God bless Quizilla! (www.quizilla.com)

Assessing

I took a couple of quizzes on quizzilla today (Bless Steph for the links. She's a godsend.) and I recently discovered something that I've been denying for as long as I can remember. Oh, well. I'll relate the results.


Dark, mysterious - but unforgettable. You have a deep beauty. Delicate, and shy you try to stay away from the limelight but often your intelligence puts you in at the deep end. You're like a Sapphire, because, your beauty is priceless.You're intelligent, full of opinions, and not big-headed about it all.Sometimes you need to put yourself out there, as you can be a bit shy.Congratulations... You're the mysterious gem everybody wants to have and learn more about.


Well, for starters, I'm not exactly a beauty as mentioned in lines one and two. That's rubbish. But I do try to stay away from the limelight. I kind of...like, attention, but most of the time it embarrasses me because I don't know what to do with it. I try to (half-heartedly, admittedly...) push the limelight to someone else whenever it lands on me, but it never does seem to work. But I'm shy. There's no denying that. Intelligent? Pah. May I ask, who got a darn B4 for Maths and almost failed her Chemistry and Literature with a 6.5/10 and a 5/10 respectively? Who got a fxxxing low A2 for English with 71%? Intelligent? You can take back your words. Full of opinions - I'm not too sure about that one. But I like to think.


Often mysterious and shy, you tend to be a hidden beauty. Different to most people, you do things the way you want to. You can be prone to depression as sometimes being so unique it's hard to relate to you - but often you just stay independent and strong. Intelligent, creative and thoughtful, you are often loyal and a good friend, just be careful you're not too trusting.


Shy, again. But I can't deny that, can I? It must run in the genes or something. Different and unique - that's for the third person to comment on, really, though I admit I don't like being the same as others. Same is boring. It defies creativity. It encourages, in a funny way, piracy. I don't have very good mental strength, and independence is out of the question. But lately I've been getting better at keeping secrets, and I don't leak them out unless the owner of the secret leaks out one of MY secrets. Vengeance is sweet. But, startlingly, I've just realized that I AM too trusting. You can be nice to me for a while and I'll treat you like an old friend...Oh, that's bad. I need to change that.


You are from Britain. A little bit quieter than most, a tiny bit shy - but all the more sophisticated for it. You're a bit reserved, and don't just rush into things but think things through. Like The Brits, you're smart, calm and organised...Paving the way for your future - you're bound to go far...


Regarding the last line, 'You're bound to go far', I hope to do so, but as a writer...That seems pretty difficult, considering that unless you're J.K. Rowling or something, it's hard to survive as a writer. I agree with everything except for the claim that "I'm smart and organised". I'm not organised. Check out my desk at home. I like calmness, so I guess I agree with that.


I love to assess.

Day Number 4

Oh. So it's true, then. Rachel's transferring to NGH, Jap flag and all. (lol). Hm, it'll be dreary without her. So far I've seen two girls transfer out of St Nicholas. Xun Ning to the UK, and Rachel to NGH. Bother. I always make the same mistake. Maybe I'll write a poem.

Earth has another meaning other than mud, you know. Yeah. =)

Blast it!
Go bang.
I suddenly find the holidays more endearing than usual. Affection towards next Friday burns my blood. Screw you, Einstein.

Ricky is climbing up the stairs. I hear "Beverly Hills" playing in my mum's room while she takes a shower. I like the song. I have tons of work ahead of me. I need to shower once I'm done with lunch. By the way, my maggi mee awaits.

Iron Y Me

When people think I don't understand, I do. When people think I understand, I don't. That's the scenario, the worst case scenario, most of the time. I really shouldn't be blogging. It's 10.14pm now. Today's Wednesday. From tomorrow onwards, Thursday, there are 6 school days left till the June holidays - inclusive, that is. Next Monday is a Vesak Day holiday.

Ironically so.

Time flies.

I've noted that she's a brilliant poet. Better than I could ever be.

My imagination is quailing.

Last year I so foolishly threw away, discarded like rag, my childhood innocence, all because I hankered after the icy reputation of the untouchable flower. I wanted to get one thread out of a piece of cloth, but I messed it up and the whole fabric came undone. I've never been a good seamstress.

I want it back. I'm searching for it, and if I find it, I'll keep it till the day I die. My childhood. Return it to me.

It's mine.

My imagination, my cloud deciphering, my innocence, my laughter, my heck-care attitude - return everything to me. I won't mind if it weighs down on my back, because I don't think it will. I won't mind if others get irritated by it, because they're bloody not me. I won't mind if the pearl disappears forever, gone in exchange for it, though I'll miss the white glow. As long as my childhood is returned to me...

I'm only coming thirteen. Still a child. No more, no less.

Premature P.S. Colourless Butterfly is copyright! :) Just joking. Maybe.

I feel like writing a poem, but I haven't gotten down to it yet. Oh, psh. Procastinating me. And, by the way, Saranya says that SH thinks Amanda and I are mad, literally, thanks to that incident in Colchester Park. It supposed to be called 'Lor Chuan Park', but no one really bothers, so fruit off the formality. I wonder which fruitcake gave a playground with such nice surroundings such a horrible name - Lor Chuan Park. Back to the topic, either way.

I am not mad. I'm just really, really eccentric...and ironic. I'm just indifferent.

I've finished reading a book titled "Winter Rose". The title sounds rather cheesy, doesn't it? I thought so too, which brought some regret after I bought the book. But the story was beautifully written. The author, Patricia McKillip, has a gift with words; a gift that'll never be bestowed upon me.

And, some snowflakes fall in me, marking winter...Soon my heart will be coated in snow and the cold of the bone will freeze the snow...I will wait for spring.

I am Earth.

Earth.

Earth.

Sometimes I catch a glimpse of the pearl, if fortune blesses me, even if only for a while, and I take time to admire its beauty, though I can only watch it from afar. I cannot touch it; it belongs to no one but its maker. Is it the offspring of my imagination, or does the pearl glisten with iridescent glow when I am around...For weeks I have not met the pearl, yet. Is it, possibly, worn on a string with plenty other pearls around a slender beige neck adorned with snow white cuffs, forever - or temporary? Perhaps, soon, the pearl will grace me with its honorary presence.

Irony Me

I don't like people who swear a lot, but I swear a lot. That's ironic. I love myself. I hate myself. It's unfamiliar. It's familiar. The irony of it all.
ILSJ? Lol.
Robyn doesn't believe that a Samuel James Tan exists. Psh. She has every right to be suspicious, but that doesn't mean she's right. :P
Read between the lines!
I still hate low belts.
I hate ankle socks, too.
I don't know what to write about.
I hate Chinese Spelling.
So, I tell you about tomorrow's Chinese Spelling...tomorrow. Trust me, though Chinese Spelling is a catastrophe unto itself, there're loads of entertaining things about it to write about. Like, did I mention, M.e.lee, the oh-so-good-naughty-responsible-suckerup-goody2shoes-everyonehates-everyonelikes monitress was caught copying from her partner during the last Chinese spelling? Aw. How absolutely adorable.

UnSincerely Yours,
Staceo

Possibly

Missions: To cut my hair during the June holidays. Cut it short.
To insult and not be insulted.
To at least pass my geography test this Tuesday.

10 school days till the June hols. Wait...9 school days, if you exclude the Vesak Day holiday. That's two weeks. Three cheers for Newton!

10

10 School Days till the June Holidays. Three cheers for Einstein.

I returned from Saranya's birthday party. It was pretty cool; at least, it seemed cooler than previous years. Maybe it was due to the lack of adults and the numerous kids there. Way cool. We played Ice and Freeze twice or thrice, and Hide and Seek twice. Old childhood memories return. It was nighttime, so it was a tad hard for the seekers to find us because we were playing outside.

Did I mention...Shi Hao and Amanda? Their names seem so right when mentioned together. A bit like Betty and Veronica, only that the former and the latter aren't in love with each other. Double hint.

Yeah, and Amanda & Saranya were chasing Shi Hao all over the place, spraying that party ribbon sprayer thing all over him. It was a real life comedy, if I say so myself. Yeah. Then later, we sat down to discuss our next game, and then Amanda threw the leftover ribbon on the road at Shi Hao. What I didn't expect was for him to actually gather up some other leftover ribbon and throw them at her teasingly. And then she retaliated by decorating his hair with them. I've forgotten the rest, but I do remember that a brief war was waged. They were acting like an old married couple. Cool, ain't it?

It's quite odd. Amanda knows that Shi Hao likes her (that was last year, we don't know if he still does), and she likes him too. They really should get together, only that Shi Hao doesn't really know that his crush really is requited. Perhaps I should tell him that she likes him. I almost did, that time, only something held me back. Maybe it was because if I told him, they might just start avoiding each other. We wouldn't want that. Or perchance, it was because if I told him, she'd tell him too.

Ciao.

The Idiots of Singapore

I am an idiot of Singapore.

Talking [2]

Oh, this is Stace here, talking as unusual. Yes, yes, I'm the mistress of deceit, so beware if you've offended me. No one insults Stasya and gets away with it. Still, don't worry. I don't bite - hard. D'you think I'm joking?
I hope to see SMJ today.

As where all the guys I've only met online, I only like them platonically. I hope you read this, Daryl M, because I can't be bothered to tell you that personally.
Y.R. asked me if I think Russell is handsome. I was quite disbelieving. He looks ok, but not exactly dashing; do you get my drift?
I'm currently on an important project due tomorrow, so goodbye.


Stasya - imaliar

Blogging

It's official; the world is way too small. There have been too many coincidences, lately! I'm quite surprised. I won't bother to explain, because it's blxxdy 1am in the morning, (actually, 1.15am) and my fingers could break any moment. I won't explain tomorrow, or rather today either, because there's too much to explain. Too many coincidences!


I've always been sucker for coincidences, because they're always so LONG and take ages to explain.


Oh, well. I've just realized how short I really am. :T
I didn't see SMJ today. Sad, ain't it?

Ciao.

From The Heart

Some people are immature. I'm not saying this as an immature, spoilt, intolerant brat who loves to gossip. I'm saying this from the heart - they really are immature. It's a tad hard to find the immaturity in them, but once you find a trace of it, the rest comes tumbling out.

During hockey yesterday, E and M were really horrible to D. D is the goalkeeper, so coach let her play in our mini-match for a treat. But then E and M were like, so reluctant to let her play in their team. She HAD to play in their team, though, because our team had once extra player already. How horrible! It's old news that they don't like D, but surely they don't need to show their dislike for D blatantly? D was rather angry, and she was protesting that she wanted to play... E and M can be REALLY mean sometimes.

Thus I spun around and told E, rather harshly, to simply let D play. She didn't retort, and neither did M. After that, when I walked away with D, I advised her loudly not to listen to their crap. I hope they heard me.

Look, I know this sounds petty, bitchy, catfight-ish and all, but you really have a right to know that I never was a good girl.

23 Days to the June Holidays

23 Days to the June Holidays
5th May 2005
Visit more often if you want a daily countdown to the merciful June holidays. (:

Tomorrow, it'll be 22 days more. And after tomorrow, it's Saturday - the start of the public holidays. Give me a moment or so to calculate...In all truth, it's 17 school days to the hols, including today (check date mentioned above.)

I think I scored a Gold for my NAPFA test. I jumped an astounding short distance of 160cm for the Standing Broad Jump, and a horribly horrible length of 36cm for the Sit and Reach. But now, the good news. I broke a personal record - 53 sit ups! Of course, it isn't that impressive as compared to some other true blue sports girls. I did 25 pull-ups; Ms Lim actually praised me! Oh, I really don't mean to boast; please don't see me as some overly-conceited brat. But Miss Lim is the strictest PE teacher in SNG, who happens to dress like a male, by the way, and she praised me. Praise! Praise the lord. And lastly, I chocked up a total of 10.8 seconds for my shuttle run. Don't mind me, but...

Oh, bother. I can't be bothered to cheer, not at the moment.

http://www.fanfiction.net/~stasya

Just blxxdy click that link! =)

Oh, right.

I ran my 2.4km jog today; bloody, I don't know how I survived it. 6 rounds around the track. Jeez. I came in third in the class. Christabel was first and Rachel Q. was second; whoa, I didn't know Christabel was so fit. But then again, she's in Swimming, and she swims everyday. My stamina used to be pretty good when I swam every week.

Poor Ugenie. She's actually a really fast runner - lots of stamina - but she happened to have a stomach ache and had lots of cramps, something like that, so she ended up stopping half-way. She could've been third. She's not allowed to have a re-run, and when she found out, she was like crying. Nevermind. There's always next year.

My time was 13.39minutes. It could've been less, because I walked short distances of about 3m, twice, during the last round. I was really tired. Oh, well. There's always next year. I swear that next year, I won't stop jogging. Honestly, I sprinted almost the whole of the sixth round except for the parts where I walked!

25 days to the June Holidays.

3rd May 2005


Irony Me

Religious Rambles

I never really was a Christian. I'm not baptized, I don't believe, and I never had the faith. People say that one day, I'll need a religion to fall back on. Well, I don't believe in them.

All I need is my faith in myself to fall back on.

When people believe in God, they pray to him in predicaments, and then they supposedly gain self-confidence again. But really, it's a psychological thing. They think that their God has given them power, thus their mind self renews its confidence. Religion is all psychology, maybe. I am a self-decided freethinker, because ^ (see first paragraph).

Or, from another angle, religion is just faith in ourselves which seems like faith in others. It's for the not so psychologically independant people. Oh, ignore me. That was said on the spur of the moment. But it seems true.

All the Goddesses are one, and all the Gods are one. Point to ponder.

P.S. Thanks to http://-appergal-.blogspot.com (Robyn) for prompting this post.

P.S.S. From the third of May, inclusive, it's 25 days to the June Holidays!

Countdown

3rd May
Countdown to the June Holidays - 25 days, inclusive of the date mentioned above.


P.S. This is actually the 2nd of May, but I'm stating it as the 3rd of May because the 2nd of May is going to end soon.

.X.

I've told Amanda a secret in exchange for hers. A big secret. But I trust that she'll keep my secret if I keep hers.

There are hidden treasures within the spider's web.

Swimming

I like to lie. I love to lie. I adore lying! That's another thing pertaining to irony, as I don't like being lied to. Think about it.


Today Joy, Yoceeda, and I did our EL board game and Science project for about three hours. We knocked off at 3pm. Yoceeda left a little earlier. Then I took a LONG route, starting with taking bus 269 to the interchange, and then waiting for hell knows how long before bus 136 arrived. Then I took 136 to that bus stop opposite Guardian for the first time. Thank goodness Robyn didn't lie to me that 136 went to that particular bus stop. Thank goodness I had the guts to trust her.


Yeah, so I took a short walk to the department store and bought some brass clips for my History Wayang Kulit project. Sigh. I haven't started yet; it's due next Monday! Oh, darn it. Then I walked back home, deliberately taking an extra long route because I liked to walk. Psh.


And then I reached home, and logged onto the computer, so now I'm online, blogging.


Jeez. It's 4.45pm now, and at 5pm I'm going to start packing my bag for school tomorrow, or I'll be stuck staying up all night, frantically trying to find my books. Well, maybe not frantically. Maybe desperately. Yeah.


Not so sincerely yours, (I like to lie)
Irony Me


P.S. Appearances can deceive, you know. I never was a good girl. (:

Muse

Paula thinks SMJ is 'Shi Mushroom Jie'. Ha, if only she knew. The phrase mentioned is utterly ridiculous.


Today, we had a spar meeting at Amanda's house. For the first time, it was really spar. Stacy, Paula, Amanda, Robyn. Amanda's parents are overprotective; she's not allowed to come out at night, so we guys go over to her house instead. To see our thoughts, go to http://spar-rantings.blogspot.com.


Oh, and Robyn doesn't like this layout. She says that the words are too cluttered. Weird. :( I think the words seem clearer now. Oh, well. I guess our computers are different. She didn't like the previous layout, either. Jeez. In June or December I might make my own blog layout. Maybe.


Oh, JEEZ! It's really late at night. Well, really early in the morning. I must be pretty tired, because I keep making grammar mistakes here and there, and I keep missing out alphabets occasionally. I have to keep retyping them, because I'm a wee bit obssessed with at least perfect grammar in my posts. I'm an English freak, after all. Note the word 'freak'.


The hockey team is so anti-unity. So is my class, 1Faith.


I prefer 6A 2004. Sweet memories. I still haven't learnt to let go; who does? I'm deciding to leave that task to time.


Oh, by the way, the monitresses in my class are definitely not role-models when it comes to discipline. Jeez, Emily had her belt WAY too low. All the other monitresses sport low belts, too. I'm not too sure about ankle socks.

Oh, bother. Why am I even bothering to say these? Farmer Wongie, as Michelle dubs him, is more of a scarecrow than a farmer. Farmer indeed. Psh.

P.S. It's official. My hockey coach hates me; maybe.

Oh, bother

I hope to see SMJ today.
You know what? I have only made progress of one question (three parts) for my Maths project since I started. It's really hard, and some answers I haven't found on the internet though I've been searching for ages! I grit my teeth and set myself to endure another round of searching.

I look forward to six o'clock, when I will drop all my work and go out cycling. A girl needs to relax, you know. This is currently my break; I will start work again at 4pm, which is in about six minutes.

Surprisingly, I don't feel stressed at the amount of work. I can just bury my head in a pillow and force myself to work, and then all my worries will be erased from my mind. But well, I suppose the stress will start to build up when the datelines approach - which is, this Friday.

Oh, bother.

Diana Degarmo's songs are really nice. 'Emotional' and 'I Dream of You' are nice. Emotional. (:

Unfortunately, I have no one to dream of when I feel upset.

This leads me to ponder Robyn's "I'd rather do Maths than have a boyfriend" motto.

I disagree with that statement.

I'd rather do English than have a boyfriend.

Thinking again, having a boyfriend might be fun. There'll be a best friend for you to talk to; you can see things in the male perspective, and you have someone to brag about. :) Lol, of course I'm joking. If I had a boyfriend, I would not
brag about him. So there. But yeah, he can be my friend. A real friend is someone I lack.

Anyway, though we can have fun with boyfriends, we can also have fun without them. There.

I ain't

I'm listening to J. Lo's 'Hold You Down' currently. I like that song. I love J. Lo and Christina Anguilera. (: Britney Spears is old news, and that good girl image worked best for her. Jesse McCartney rocks! Raven Symoné is cool. I have a rather bad impression of Lindsay Lohan. I used to like Hilary Duff, but now I'm tired of her. She's better off as an actress. Avril Lavigne is the ice-queen. Cool. Skye Sweetnam is too sweet. Someone lend me a toothbrush? Kelly Clarkson rocks!

Chinese Pop is a pathetic imitation of Western Pop. C'mon, return to your roots. The Gu Zheng sounds nicer.

One of my favourite LJ fanfictions has just been completed. It's written by Bottled-Message-Inc, and you can read the story at http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1985639/1/. Be warned - the last chapter has loads of fluff. I was cringing a little.

Oh, and you can read my LJ fanfiction at http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2321045/1/. =) Do review! No one I know has reviewed it...yet, hopefully. You can skip the Prologue if you like; ah, quite a lot of reviewers said that it was too cliché and dull.

I simply must get Jesse McCartney's CD.

I like dancing, but I don't like Dance Enrichment classes. Wushu is cool, but I don't like Wushu classes. Both classes are part of my curriculum. Sad, ain't it?
I hope I'll see SMJ today.
Ciao. I've gotta start on a Maths project.

Sincerely Yours, (I like to lie)
Stasya