Mm...I changed my blog song again. Now it's the Titanic theme song. I know that this song is really old and outdated and all, but I haven't heard this song in a long time and I guess...it just rekindled some memories. At least Robyn won't have to deal with Ass Like That anymore. =)
P.S. I wrote two chapters of my LJ story today. Two very short chapters. =) But hey, at least I updated.
Thursday, June 30, 2005
ooh lala
Downloaded loads of new midis today; my midi file is getting crowded. Really. I didn't go out today, though the weather was fine and I was fine and EVERYTHING was fine. Weird, huh? I just felt like lazing at home. By the way, I think I'm gonna pick up British slang. Or any other type of slang that ISN'T Singaporean. Singaporean slang sounds vulgar. Seriously.
Still no luck with my other layout.
Somebody SCREAM.
Oh, and I've changed my fictionpress pen name. It used to be Bitchificated Hockeyer. Now it's not. My fanfiction pen name is still the same, though. Stasya.
Cassandra called me innocent. *cough cough* *splutter* Me? Innocent? Oh, yes, I'm dressed in plain white clothes that radiate some sort of white glow, I have wings, and a halo on top of my head.
Imagine me...
A lone angel stands despondantly at a roadside stall that somehow...sparkles? Occasionally she calls out, "Halos for sale! Halos for sale! Get one free when you buy two!"
ARGH. Halos, anyone?
Still no luck with my other layout.
Somebody SCREAM.
Oh, and I've changed my fictionpress pen name. It used to be Bitchificated Hockeyer. Now it's not. My fanfiction pen name is still the same, though. Stasya.
Cassandra called me innocent. *cough cough* *splutter* Me? Innocent? Oh, yes, I'm dressed in plain white clothes that radiate some sort of white glow, I have wings, and a halo on top of my head.
Imagine me...
A lone angel stands despondantly at a roadside stall that somehow...sparkles? Occasionally she calls out, "Halos for sale! Halos for sale! Get one free when you buy two!"
ARGH. Halos, anyone?
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
what I want
Just feeling random; I thought I'd do a wish list today.
stace wants
a converse bag
a really, really dark tan. as dark as Saranya.
monkey business; bep's new album
to write a song going by the tune of another song.
to get into the hockey school team, there's still a glimmer of hope
a track suit - the st nicks sports jacket and pants. too bad it costs 28 bucks.
to get rid of that bleeding writer's block. it's an INFECTION.
to be better at sight reading.
to fix my darn new layout which is currently on hold
a hockey jersey that's one size bigger. mine will be too small for me by next year.
eliminate all singlish, I WANT ENGLISH
for July 17th to come sooner. the release of book6 is on the 16th, but I'll only receive it on the 17th.
to not lend my hp6 book to anyone else. it's Mine. =)
to not attend the stupid milkrun this sunday.
to not take the grade5 practical exam.
someone who's as much of an ice king as I'm an ice queen...
stace
stace wants
a converse bag
a really, really dark tan. as dark as Saranya.
monkey business; bep's new album
to write a song going by the tune of another song.
to get into the hockey school team, there's still a glimmer of hope
a track suit - the st nicks sports jacket and pants. too bad it costs 28 bucks.
to get rid of that bleeding writer's block. it's an INFECTION.
to be better at sight reading.
to fix my darn new layout which is currently on hold
a hockey jersey that's one size bigger. mine will be too small for me by next year.
eliminate all singlish, I WANT ENGLISH
for July 17th to come sooner. the release of book6 is on the 16th, but I'll only receive it on the 17th.
to not lend my hp6 book to anyone else. it's Mine. =)
to not attend the stupid milkrun this sunday.
to not take the grade5 practical exam.
someone who's as much of an ice king as I'm an ice queen...
stace
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
testdrive
Oof. Sight reading sucks. I mean, I'm really slow-witted? Piano teacher is blowing her top, and you see, she apparently wants to "bombard me with sight reading to improve it". Exactly how will that help? I mean, my mind is slow, so I can't process the notes quickly.
You can't change a slow-witted person into a quick-witted one. So there. Many have tried, no doubt...and failed. Lol. Good luck there, piano teacher. Haha.
By the way, um, can you people stop labelling me the good girl, the intelligent girl, and such? You're all wrong... because I may be quiet, I may follow the rules, but I'm so not good and I'm so not intelligent. Maybe I'm REMOTELY clever, but that's not even confirmed, ya know.
I hate being labelled clever because it gives me pressure, you know, I have to be the perfectionist (sort of), do well in tests, and people are like "oh!" when I do badly. That is so uncool.
As for the good girl rep, well, my discipline cannot go beyond school rules. There.
I put "f***ing" in my msn nickname today, to test my goodie two shoes thing, and seconds later three of my friends messaged me regarding the swear word...weird, ain't it?
Just leave me alone, kay?
You can't change a slow-witted person into a quick-witted one. So there. Many have tried, no doubt...and failed. Lol. Good luck there, piano teacher. Haha.
By the way, um, can you people stop labelling me the good girl, the intelligent girl, and such? You're all wrong... because I may be quiet, I may follow the rules, but I'm so not good and I'm so not intelligent. Maybe I'm REMOTELY clever, but that's not even confirmed, ya know.
I hate being labelled clever because it gives me pressure, you know, I have to be the perfectionist (sort of), do well in tests, and people are like "oh!" when I do badly. That is so uncool.
As for the good girl rep, well, my discipline cannot go beyond school rules. There.
I put "f***ing" in my msn nickname today, to test my goodie two shoes thing, and seconds later three of my friends messaged me regarding the swear word...weird, ain't it?
Just leave me alone, kay?
Monday, June 27, 2005
change
First day of school. Pfft. It was just like any other normal day...with some glitches. For example, now we have two overlapping recess, instead of just one. Our timetable has been changed totally, but not much surprise there. I'm having my first physics lesson tomorrow, by the way. Oh, and...three Chinese projects. Poster to be handed in by week 3, brochure by week 6, and something else by week 10. Something like that.
For today's hockey trg, we went to this CCAB. Sec twos, together with Joanne and Si-Ning, played against Seng Kang Sec. We won 4-1. Or 3-1. I can't remember. Coach said that Seng Kang was a good team; I have to agree, albeit the fact that they lost.
Like coach said again, their best player was a rounded, big-boned girl...She could hit AND sweep really hard, and she could tackle Joanne effortlessly with just a jab of her stick -once-. Tant pis...she had BAD parallax error.
The SKS players had great dribbling and all, too bad our sec twos' tackle was better. Audrey, Liu Min, AbigailT and some others were pretty cool out there. When someone remarked that while Audrey was in the midst of hitting, no one dared to tackle her, Lorraine suggested that it was because Audrey's hit looked like it could kill.
I agree. She can hit as hard as SKS' best player.
But besides the match, training was so damn boring. In between the half-times, during the time-out, we had a match. A mixture of sec ones, twos, threes and fours in one team. It was a pretty fair match. I was left mid. And it's like, the ball hardly comes my way? Sheesh. I felt like the North Pole, running up and down the field without getting the ball. Okay, maybe I had it for a while, but that was only two or three times.
By the way, I've finished making my new blog layout. It's just that...there's this darn irritating error with the html code, such that my blog's all wrong. Once I get the html code fixed, I'll put it up here.
I'm changing my layout because I recently found out that a classmate has exactly the same layout as me, currently. No, Yiying, don't be mistaken - I don't hate you or anything! That is, if you read this. I just thought my layout was unique. Now it's not...I don't want to be the same as others.
My new layout is personalized. It's Me. It wouldn't really work for anyone else...
Stace
For today's hockey trg, we went to this CCAB. Sec twos, together with Joanne and Si-Ning, played against Seng Kang Sec. We won 4-1. Or 3-1. I can't remember. Coach said that Seng Kang was a good team; I have to agree, albeit the fact that they lost.
Like coach said again, their best player was a rounded, big-boned girl...She could hit AND sweep really hard, and she could tackle Joanne effortlessly with just a jab of her stick -once-. Tant pis...she had BAD parallax error.
The SKS players had great dribbling and all, too bad our sec twos' tackle was better. Audrey, Liu Min, AbigailT and some others were pretty cool out there. When someone remarked that while Audrey was in the midst of hitting, no one dared to tackle her, Lorraine suggested that it was because Audrey's hit looked like it could kill.
I agree. She can hit as hard as SKS' best player.
But besides the match, training was so damn boring. In between the half-times, during the time-out, we had a match. A mixture of sec ones, twos, threes and fours in one team. It was a pretty fair match. I was left mid. And it's like, the ball hardly comes my way? Sheesh. I felt like the North Pole, running up and down the field without getting the ball. Okay, maybe I had it for a while, but that was only two or three times.
By the way, I've finished making my new blog layout. It's just that...there's this darn irritating error with the html code, such that my blog's all wrong. Once I get the html code fixed, I'll put it up here.
I'm changing my layout because I recently found out that a classmate has exactly the same layout as me, currently. No, Yiying, don't be mistaken - I don't hate you or anything! That is, if you read this. I just thought my layout was unique. Now it's not...I don't want to be the same as others.
My new layout is personalized. It's Me. It wouldn't really work for anyone else...
Stace
Sunday, June 26, 2005
papier et stylo
heck, I just finished my han tuition homework. I did half last night and half this morning. Later I'm going to pack my schoolbag, before I go for han tuition. Sob, au revoir, holidays. Oh, by the way, yesterday I saw the kitten again! It was like, beside the drain. I think it knows the two orange cats because it was hanging around them.
Don't you just love cats?
I've got my whole life ALL planned out. When I'm fifteen or sixteen I'll get infatuated with some guy, we'll go out until JC ends, and then I'll dump him before he can dump me for NS. =) I'm evil, aren't I? If I don't dump him then we'll maintain a long distance relationship...but I'll dump him anyway. And then I'll pass through my Uni uneventfully, and I'll get a job as a professional writer for a magazine, and when I'm 25 and my career is stable, I'll meet this French/Italian guy and we'll go out seriously until I'm 29, and then we've drifted apart and we decide to go our separate ways, amiably. And then, I'll TRAVEL baby.
I'll go to NYC, the city of my dreams, and then I'll go to PEACEFUL Wethersfield and roam around there for a bit, and then to France to see all the historical landmarks, Italy (it's SO elegant and romantic and exotic, like France), and then SCOTLAND -yay- where it's utterly beautiful...These are the main countries I wanna go to. And then, I'll just be that wanderer, going wherever I please.
And when I'm 36, I'll return to Singapore, and write a book about all my travels. Well, maybe not. Travel books bore me. But anyway, I'll try to re-establish my career, and if I can't, I'll write a book anyway. After my book is done, if it doesn't sell like Harry Potter, then I'll get a nice little job in a quaint little bookstore. =)
Yep, I'll remain a spinster for the rest of my life. And when I'm old...ah, that's the good part. I go travelling AGAIN. Yep, NYC - maybe not because by that time I'll be old - , France, Italy and Scotland. And then for retirement...I'll move to beautiful ol' Wethersfield and live there till I pass on, living in the countryside or near the meadows, and tend to my pretty little garden till I conk out.
There. My entire life, written (typed) out before you.
Don't you just love cats?
I've got my whole life ALL planned out. When I'm fifteen or sixteen I'll get infatuated with some guy, we'll go out until JC ends, and then I'll dump him before he can dump me for NS. =) I'm evil, aren't I? If I don't dump him then we'll maintain a long distance relationship...but I'll dump him anyway. And then I'll pass through my Uni uneventfully, and I'll get a job as a professional writer for a magazine, and when I'm 25 and my career is stable, I'll meet this French/Italian guy and we'll go out seriously until I'm 29, and then we've drifted apart and we decide to go our separate ways, amiably. And then, I'll TRAVEL baby.
I'll go to NYC, the city of my dreams, and then I'll go to PEACEFUL Wethersfield and roam around there for a bit, and then to France to see all the historical landmarks, Italy (it's SO elegant and romantic and exotic, like France), and then SCOTLAND -yay- where it's utterly beautiful...These are the main countries I wanna go to. And then, I'll just be that wanderer, going wherever I please.
And when I'm 36, I'll return to Singapore, and write a book about all my travels. Well, maybe not. Travel books bore me. But anyway, I'll try to re-establish my career, and if I can't, I'll write a book anyway. After my book is done, if it doesn't sell like Harry Potter, then I'll get a nice little job in a quaint little bookstore. =)
Yep, I'll remain a spinster for the rest of my life. And when I'm old...ah, that's the good part. I go travelling AGAIN. Yep, NYC - maybe not because by that time I'll be old - , France, Italy and Scotland. And then for retirement...I'll move to beautiful ol' Wethersfield and live there till I pass on, living in the countryside or near the meadows, and tend to my pretty little garden till I conk out.
There. My entire life, written (typed) out before you.
Saturday, June 25, 2005
Short Story
You dangle. I dangle. I am the marionette, you are the puppeteer. You control me. You are the marionette, I am the puppeteer. I control you. What tangled webs we weave.
Belonging to someone isn't always safe and secure. Belonging to someone means that he can toy with you like a marionette. Belonging to someone means that he can drop you anytime he wants. Belonging to someone means that he can do anything to you. He can make you twirl, he can make you whirl.
He is completely and utterly in control.
No, I won't allow that.
I don't belong to you, or him, or her. I belong to no one. I am the piece of paper drifting along the street. I am the lost balloon, hovering in the air.
But maybe I belong to the wind. But that is not much better. When it blows, I flutter at its mercy. But the wind has no motives.
The wind does not seek to hurt me. It does not seek to kill me. It does not seek to do anything to me.
But all it has to do is to stop blowing, and unwittingly, it drops me.
And I go tumbling down to the ground, the awakened air wrapping itself around me in a death grip, and I hear the susurration of angels coming to claim me.
Then suddenly I have wings. The shrill whistle of the wind laughs at me with its terrible humour. You gave me wings, dear Lord. I was falling...and you saved me. You gave me wings to free me from your dwelling. Murmuring and bowing my head in thanks, I fly away. I hear you berating your angels for tempting me.
I fly. I am happy.
I belong to happiness.
Belonging to someone isn't always safe and secure. Belonging to someone means that he can toy with you like a marionette. Belonging to someone means that he can drop you anytime he wants. Belonging to someone means that he can do anything to you. He can make you twirl, he can make you whirl.
He is completely and utterly in control.
No, I won't allow that.
I don't belong to you, or him, or her. I belong to no one. I am the piece of paper drifting along the street. I am the lost balloon, hovering in the air.
But maybe I belong to the wind. But that is not much better. When it blows, I flutter at its mercy. But the wind has no motives.
The wind does not seek to hurt me. It does not seek to kill me. It does not seek to do anything to me.
But all it has to do is to stop blowing, and unwittingly, it drops me.
And I go tumbling down to the ground, the awakened air wrapping itself around me in a death grip, and I hear the susurration of angels coming to claim me.
Then suddenly I have wings. The shrill whistle of the wind laughs at me with its terrible humour. You gave me wings, dear Lord. I was falling...and you saved me. You gave me wings to free me from your dwelling. Murmuring and bowing my head in thanks, I fly away. I hear you berating your angels for tempting me.
I fly. I am happy.
I belong to happiness.
.X.
So, how was that? Liked it? Maybe you found it a tad confusing. Try and guess what my story means. It's got something to do with religion.
cute is phoney
Hey people, please watch out for a short story here, maybe tonight. I think. Probably...I want you guys to rate it. =)
http://www.fanfiction.net/~stasya
Just blxxdy click that link!
http://www.fanfiction.net/~stasya
Just blxxdy click that link!
Friday, June 24, 2005
oh, bloody
Females were not meant to make babies and nurture them. I swear, who came up with this f***ing theory? It bloody demeans the females. We are not meant to make babies and nurture them. Bloody. This is like, the second or third time I've been posting this issue.
We have rights. (I'm struggling not to type in capslock) We have a choice to whether we want to f***king get in the family way or not, and the society, our family or our friends can't make that choice for us.
If you're a true female, you'll agree with me.
We have rights. (I'm struggling not to type in capslock) We have a choice to whether we want to f***king get in the family way or not, and the society, our family or our friends can't make that choice for us.
If you're a true female, you'll agree with me.
oh psh
Mmrph. Had hockey trng today...there were both plus and minus points. I don't know why, but today I seemed afraid of passing the ball to others. I was SO afraid that it'd be intercepted by the defender, because it's like, there're right beside me? Ah, shit. I temporarily forgot what coach said, and I only just remembered!
Get into the path of the defender so that they can't tackle you...Blur me. I hate myself. Yeah, and because of my phobia of passing, I just went on my own. Sometimes I got past the defender, sometimes they tackled and got the ball anyway. I feel so guilty for losing the ball. I can't help but feel that everyone else partnering me blames me for losing it. Oh, but the plus point, I scored a goal! Well, two goals. Ah. I can't remember. About two.
Coach taught us some other variation of the normal hit. It's called the shorthand hit or somethin'. I think it's pretty nice. It's slightly easier than the normal hit.
Somehow, trng seemed shorter than usual today, though it was the holiday usual of two hours. I guess time flies when you're FINALLY enjoying yourself during training. Shucks.
that hockeyer
Get into the path of the defender so that they can't tackle you...Blur me. I hate myself. Yeah, and because of my phobia of passing, I just went on my own. Sometimes I got past the defender, sometimes they tackled and got the ball anyway. I feel so guilty for losing the ball. I can't help but feel that everyone else partnering me blames me for losing it. Oh, but the plus point, I scored a goal! Well, two goals. Ah. I can't remember. About two.
Coach taught us some other variation of the normal hit. It's called the shorthand hit or somethin'. I think it's pretty nice. It's slightly easier than the normal hit.
Somehow, trng seemed shorter than usual today, though it was the holiday usual of two hours. I guess time flies when you're FINALLY enjoying yourself during training. Shucks.
that hockeyer
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Poetry
Hey, I've started going on www.fictionpress.com more frequently nowadays, and I've found some really good poems. The author, IIkarin, is a brilliant poet(ess). Some of her works that I especially like are:
http://www.fictionpress.com/read.php?storyid=1945917
http://www.fictionpress.com/read.php?storyid=1639846
http://www.fictionpress.com/read.php?storyid=1945916
http://www.fictionpress.com/read.php?storyid=1646081
You just have to read them.
http://www.fictionpress.com/read.php?storyid=1945917
http://www.fictionpress.com/read.php?storyid=1639846
http://www.fictionpress.com/read.php?storyid=1945916
http://www.fictionpress.com/read.php?storyid=1646081
You just have to read them.
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
my so not funky life
Equilibrium! I need EQUILIBRIUM. No, no, nothing much has happened. I watched Stuck in The Suburbs and I think it's really cool...their lives are like, so funky. Just like Britney, I wanna go to NYC. New York rocks!
Mm. I wish something big would happen. Like, say, a superstar came to Serangoon...ah, that'd be the life. And no, I don't mean local stars who speak loadfuls of Singlish. I mean the real, sophisticated, hot, SUPERstars. Though I'd make an exception if it were Taufik Batisah. Oh, the star HAS to be a singer. Actors/Actresses aren't much fun. I don't derive pleasure from watching impromptu skits.
Like that'd happen. Pfft.
GET A CLUE, STACY.
Aw, c'mon Stace, you ain't no fun when you get all pissed off. Chill, will ya?
YEAH, RIGHT. GET A GRIP.
You're so...unoriginal. Firstly it was 'get a clue', now it's 'get a grip'. What will it be next, 'get a life'?
GET A LIFE.
Bingo! Anyway, I'll only get a life when Paragraph 2 comes true. =)
Psh. LIKE THAT'D EVER HAPPEN.
Quit the capslock! It's a pain in the butt.
OH, BUGGER, GO GET ON WITH YOUR SO NOT FUNKY LIFE AND LEAVE ME ALONE.
I can't leave you alone. You're me. I'm you.
THAT'S THE FIRST INTELLIGENT THING YOU'VE SAID TODAY.
Hm...you've got a point there.
THAT'S THE SECOND INTELLIGENT THING YOU'VE SAID TODAY.
Right. And you're still angry? Pipe down, girl. Ya gotta learn how to chill.
If I wanted to chill, I'd go stuff myself in some refridgerator.
Ah, that's the first intelligent thing you've said today.
Hey! You stole my line!
Get a clue.
You stole my line again.
Get a grip.
And AGAIN! WILL YOU JUST COME OFF IT?!
Get a life.
What the...you-
Au revoir! -smiles cheekily and waves goodbye while jumping into a limousine together with *sigh* Jesse McCartney-
Mm. I wish something big would happen. Like, say, a superstar came to Serangoon...ah, that'd be the life. And no, I don't mean local stars who speak loadfuls of Singlish. I mean the real, sophisticated, hot, SUPERstars. Though I'd make an exception if it were Taufik Batisah. Oh, the star HAS to be a singer. Actors/Actresses aren't much fun. I don't derive pleasure from watching impromptu skits.
Like that'd happen. Pfft.
GET A CLUE, STACY.
Aw, c'mon Stace, you ain't no fun when you get all pissed off. Chill, will ya?
YEAH, RIGHT. GET A GRIP.
You're so...unoriginal. Firstly it was 'get a clue', now it's 'get a grip'. What will it be next, 'get a life'?
GET A LIFE.
Bingo! Anyway, I'll only get a life when Paragraph 2 comes true. =)
Psh. LIKE THAT'D EVER HAPPEN.
Quit the capslock! It's a pain in the butt.
OH, BUGGER, GO GET ON WITH YOUR SO NOT FUNKY LIFE AND LEAVE ME ALONE.
I can't leave you alone. You're me. I'm you.
THAT'S THE FIRST INTELLIGENT THING YOU'VE SAID TODAY.
Hm...you've got a point there.
THAT'S THE SECOND INTELLIGENT THING YOU'VE SAID TODAY.
Right. And you're still angry? Pipe down, girl. Ya gotta learn how to chill.
If I wanted to chill, I'd go stuff myself in some refridgerator.
Ah, that's the first intelligent thing you've said today.
Hey! You stole my line!
Get a clue.
You stole my line again.
Get a grip.
And AGAIN! WILL YOU JUST COME OFF IT?!
Get a life.
What the...you-
Au revoir! -smiles cheekily and waves goodbye while jumping into a limousine together with *sigh* Jesse McCartney-
C'est parfait!
Hey, I changed the music, like I said I would. The new song is 'Ass Like That', by Eminem. Cool, eh? Rap rules, though in this case you can't hear the lyrics. Maybe my next blog song will be Disco Inferno...by 50 cent. I've got a new stash of midi files (at least ten) stored in my computer...all downloaded free, without breaching any copyright laws. Yay.
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Hey, like the music? I think it's a bit too depressing. I think I'll change it. :)
Later, after piano (yuck) I'm going to the field near my house to practise hockey...as long as no one's using it. I wonder what us non-school teamers will do during training. We won't get to play in the tournament, will we? Oh, well. At least I haven't failed. =)
Ack...I envy Clarice, Michelle, Si-Ning, Joanne and Denise...I want to play in a competition. =( At least I can play in the friendlies, though. Okay, off to check Yahoo for tips on how to improve my hitting. =)
Hockey still rules!
Smiling Optimistically,
Stace
Later, after piano (yuck) I'm going to the field near my house to practise hockey...as long as no one's using it. I wonder what us non-school teamers will do during training. We won't get to play in the tournament, will we? Oh, well. At least I haven't failed. =)
Ack...I envy Clarice, Michelle, Si-Ning, Joanne and Denise...I want to play in a competition. =( At least I can play in the friendlies, though. Okay, off to check Yahoo for tips on how to improve my hitting. =)
Hockey still rules!
Smiling Optimistically,
Stace
Monday, June 20, 2005
Relishing Chocolate
I went swimming just now at RTC, the weather was hot for a couple of moments, and then it changed...dracastically. Well, not really. It just became cooler. So I didn't get my tan.
I've got a new swimsuit. And new goggles. Hurray.
I've got a new swimsuit. And new goggles. Hurray.
As long as you keep trying, you've never failed.
Ello. When I got home from hockey today, when I opened the door, my sister jumped out from behind to scare me.
*cough* Dearie *cough*, I'm immune to shock. Well, sometimes.
An example is in primary school, when loads of people hated me. I was sitting at a table in the lovely study area, peacefully and innocently reading a book (I can't remember which), and this guy from 6E or something came along with his two giggling girlfriends (or boyfriends) and SHOUTED in my face to scare me. I glad he didn't spit. And it's like, I had no reaction at all. I was totally unruffled, just continued reading my book...
I think I scared him.
He was like, "Wah, how come not scared one?"
Horrible command of English grammar. And they sauntered away, leaving me alone to enjoy my book. I guess that's what you get when you're a prefect and everyone hates you. But I still enjoy my duties. =) Most of the time.
Mm. Today started off fair enough, but I was two minutes late (arrived at 9.32am) and the hockeyers had already started their jog. So, I jogged by myself. I've sort of improved my stamina...I think. I ran three rounds without hyperventilating or suffering stitches for the first time in a month.
And I didn't get into the team. -Stacy smiles sheepishly- Um, can you believe it, only FIVE people got in. Denise (duh, she's the goalie), Joanne (duh again, she's our best player), Clarice, Michelle and Si-Ning. I'm a bit surprised that Si-Ning got in... Well, a lot of people say she's a brilliant player, but I don't really see anything...special? NO OFFENCE, SI-NING, IF YOU READ THIS! I mean, her talent is on par with Matilda, who didn't even get in. Oh well. Maybe I'm blind to talent even if it hits me in the face.
What surprised me was that Enru didn't get in. She's like, a brilliant defender? Well, she hits really hard. (P.S. I think I'm the worst hitter in the team) Bother.
But what REALLY surprises me is that I'm not as upset as I thought I'd be. No, I didn't expect myself to cry or anything, but I thought I'd feel really bad...Maybe it's the fact that I get to try again next year. =) I vow that I'll make the team next year...I plan to practice every Thursday and during the weekends, in the field near my house. As long as no one's using it.
You know, lots of people say that if you fail, keep trying and you'll succeed the next time. I have a slightly different theory. I believe that as long as you keep trying, you've never failed, because it hasn't ended for you yet.
Ms Normala once told us, this scientist had to research for over 200 times to come up with some medicine or something, and finally he succeeded. Yet, when asked how he felt about failing so many times, the scientist looked the reporter straight in the eye and said, "I never failed".
w00t! You go, er, scientist. Nicely said.
Now you see why I'm not upset about not making the team. =)
Oh, by the way, my mum thinks I should resume swimming to, you know, build up my stamina again so I'll have a better chance at hockey. I agree, though I'm not very keen. Later I'm going swimming, that is, after getting my swimsuit at Safra Yishun. I haven't swum in at least two years, and my old swim suit is like, so small?
I wanna get a tan. =)
Optimistically yours,
Stace
*cough* Dearie *cough*, I'm immune to shock. Well, sometimes.
An example is in primary school, when loads of people hated me. I was sitting at a table in the lovely study area, peacefully and innocently reading a book (I can't remember which), and this guy from 6E or something came along with his two giggling girlfriends (or boyfriends) and SHOUTED in my face to scare me. I glad he didn't spit. And it's like, I had no reaction at all. I was totally unruffled, just continued reading my book...
I think I scared him.
He was like, "Wah, how come not scared one?"
Horrible command of English grammar. And they sauntered away, leaving me alone to enjoy my book. I guess that's what you get when you're a prefect and everyone hates you. But I still enjoy my duties. =) Most of the time.
Mm. Today started off fair enough, but I was two minutes late (arrived at 9.32am) and the hockeyers had already started their jog. So, I jogged by myself. I've sort of improved my stamina...I think. I ran three rounds without hyperventilating or suffering stitches for the first time in a month.
And I didn't get into the team. -Stacy smiles sheepishly- Um, can you believe it, only FIVE people got in. Denise (duh, she's the goalie), Joanne (duh again, she's our best player), Clarice, Michelle and Si-Ning. I'm a bit surprised that Si-Ning got in... Well, a lot of people say she's a brilliant player, but I don't really see anything...special? NO OFFENCE, SI-NING, IF YOU READ THIS! I mean, her talent is on par with Matilda, who didn't even get in. Oh well. Maybe I'm blind to talent even if it hits me in the face.
What surprised me was that Enru didn't get in. She's like, a brilliant defender? Well, she hits really hard. (P.S. I think I'm the worst hitter in the team) Bother.
But what REALLY surprises me is that I'm not as upset as I thought I'd be. No, I didn't expect myself to cry or anything, but I thought I'd feel really bad...Maybe it's the fact that I get to try again next year. =) I vow that I'll make the team next year...I plan to practice every Thursday and during the weekends, in the field near my house. As long as no one's using it.
You know, lots of people say that if you fail, keep trying and you'll succeed the next time. I have a slightly different theory. I believe that as long as you keep trying, you've never failed, because it hasn't ended for you yet.
Ms Normala once told us, this scientist had to research for over 200 times to come up with some medicine or something, and finally he succeeded. Yet, when asked how he felt about failing so many times, the scientist looked the reporter straight in the eye and said, "I never failed".
w00t! You go, er, scientist. Nicely said.
Now you see why I'm not upset about not making the team. =)
Oh, by the way, my mum thinks I should resume swimming to, you know, build up my stamina again so I'll have a better chance at hockey. I agree, though I'm not very keen. Later I'm going swimming, that is, after getting my swimsuit at Safra Yishun. I haven't swum in at least two years, and my old swim suit is like, so small?
I wanna get a tan. =)
Optimistically yours,
Stace
Sunday, June 19, 2005
Numerical
100 things (you don't know) about me:
1. I so do not believe in love in your teenage years. Love only comes with SERIOUS maturity, not just the half baked maturity that some idiots call adulthood.
2. I am totally against Lily and James marrying at age 17. I mean, c'mon, what kind of idiot abandons his single-hood for marriage at SEVENTEEN. Psh.
3. Despite what I said above, I'm still a hopeless romantic. I love reading romance stories, because they're fantasies about what will never be, lol.
4. I am regretting stating "100 things" as the title, because already I'm running out of ideas. But I'll persevere.
5. I haven't completed my holiday homework yet, and I'm more stressed than you think.
6. I have absolutely no romantic interest whatsoever in Robyn's neighbour, Kenneth. All I want is to ask him one question, which is not at all related to affairs of my frickin' bleeding heart.
7. I adore rap. Eminem rules!
8. I do not plan to sport a low belt anytime soon.
9. I do not plan to wear ankle socks anytime soon.
10. I'm freaking out because this is only the tenth statement. Someone CHEER for me. I need the motivation.
11. I dislike Singaporean comedians. They're so not funny.
12. I think sleepovers rule.
13. I think Blaise Zabini rocks, though he's just a fictional character (from Harry Potter. He's very briefly mentioned in the books, though, so you might not recognize his name.)
14. I get Writer's Block very, very often.
15. In primary school, I never thought that I'd actually join hockey as a CCA in secondary school. It's just that in SNG, I saw the hockeyers playing on the field and was like...Wow, that's so cool. I wanna join.
16. I like my birthday. =) 24.12.1992
17. I go blog surfing everytime I go online.
18. The first website I go to when I switch on the computer (other than my homepage) is www.fanfiction.net/~stasya, just to check if there're any new reviews for my stories or if any of my favourite stories have been updated.
19. NYC ROCKS FOREVER.
20. So does France. I wanna see the Eiffel Tower and The Louvre!
21. Currently, the only state of France I know is Paris. Lame.
22. Short term crushes don't work out for me.
23. I think that Chinese Pop sucks.
24. I think that Chinese Pop sucks because it's a lame imitation of Western pop.
25. I'm freaking out.
26. I'm freaking out because this is only sentence 26.
27. I'm also freaking out because tomorrow I either get into the hockey school team or not.
28. I think the word 'hockey' is nice. I mean the word.
29. This is the register number of Tan Weng Jun in my class. This was the register number of Steven Yuwono is 6A2004
30. I have a small dislike towards 6A05 people because they took the place of 6A04.
31. I think that Mrs Foo from ZPS in really nice. Seriously.
32. I'm starting to like history.
33. I just finished reading the book "Chocolat".
34. There is one slightly obscene scene in the book "Chocolat".
35. That scene involves Vianne Rocher and Michel Roux.
36. I like the name Zézette.
37. My current msn nickname is Zézette Zabini.
38. ONLY THE THIRTY-EIGTH STATEMENT.
39. I miss Snowy.
40. I have an obssession with anything quaint and rustic.
41. I like him. ;-)
42. My dad has just returned home.
43. My mum disapproves of me wearing all black. Maybe she thinks it's too unfeminine.
44. But c'mon, widows of old days wore all black, and they certainly looked feminine enough, lol.
45. I don't give a hoot of whether I look feminine or not. All I want is to look decent and presentable.
46. I'm eating my sister's (or whoever's) sweets without her permission.
47. I like the sweets.
48. I think that you're gonna give up reading soon.
49. I'm a very insecure person. Everytime I walk into a place, I keep thinking that everyone's staring and jeering at me. Really.
50. I'm a little upset because some people confide in me a lot, but I can't confide in them. I'm upset with myself, I mean. But, no offence, I'm also a little disappointed that these people don't ask after me...
51. I rarely switch on my handphone to avoid being addicted to smsing. Though, there's not much risk of that happening.
52. I hate smsing. It's a killer for my fingers, since I don't have predicted text.
53. I was an ignoramus in primary school. A loner, sort of. I kept to myself all the time. I was almost always the one without a partner. I was never aware of the latest gossip, only SOME. Like when Adeline and Valerie both wrote love letters to Ferris, I didn't know.
54. I scorn gossip queens.
55. I don't like makeup. I think it's too artificial; too fake.
56. I admit to sometimes trying to alter the way I behave around some people just to get them to like me...But I don't do that nowadays. Not often, anyway.
57. I kind of miss the old Pei Cai secondary school, where ZPS stayed for a while during the PRIME construction. I think it was a really nice old building.
58. I can't remember what the library in the old Pei Cai secondary school looked like. Now I wonder if there even was a library.
59. I think that guys who ask others for handphone/email addresses of girls are really, really low. I suppose they're perverts.
60. I'm tired of this already.
61. Initially I was against having a tagboard. But now you see.
62. I have a lot of pride.
63. But still, the pride of a guy always manages to infuriate me.
64. I am against chauvinism.
65. I know some guys whose a** I'd like to kick. Hard.
66. If you ever confess to me that you like me (hopefully you're a guy) then do it directly, face to face. I don't like cowards.
67. If I know that you like me, and you know that I know (confused?) then please don't scare me by wishing that we end up in the same JC. Chances are that I don't like you, much less want to enter the same JC as you. Psh.
68. I like the fairy tale 'Sleeping Beauty'.
69. In my entire sad life, I've read less than 10 Chinese books.
70. I think that this is the age I'll live till.
71. When I have a secret concerning whoever I like, I really want to tell it to someone, but I don't because I know that whoever I tell it to will tease me senseless. I don't really fear the embarrassment. I fear the jape and the teasing.
72. I think Japanese (the language) sucks, cos it's so Chi-na. No offence.
73. I absolutely HATE HATE HATE clichéd fanfics. You know, an example is:
James Potter loves Lily, Lily hates James Potter. Lily has two bloody blond and brunette friends who are really really beautiful and have nice eyes and great figures (though they can't compare to Lily) and they end up dating, snogging and shagging Remus Lupin and Sirius Black.
PLEASE. Will those authors get a life? That is the most cliched fic of the millenium.
74. When typing the above statement, I wanted to say 'Will those authors get a bloody life' but decided against it to uphold my oh-so-bloody-pish good girl reputation. Lol.
75. I'm obssessed with 15 X 5 = 75.
76. This year I've been trying to settle on a religion. I'm supposedly a Christian, but I'm not baptized yet, so thankfully I'm not. I'm NOT an athiest, though. I believe that there're Gods up there, down there, whatever. I just don't follow their religions. I respect all religions and believe that Gods exist, I just don't adhere to their beliefs, customs, etc.
And I've found my own religion: happiness.
I believe that the only important thing in life is to be happy.
77. My computer is super laggy today.
78. I'm still a little conservative, but certainly NOT to the extent when I even disapprove of sleeveless tees!
79. I like flowers.
78. Praise is my motivation, I'm a little abashed to say. It keeps my going; it encourages.
79. I simply can't settle on a definite, long term msn nickname!
80. I think that guys are hard to understand.
81. I think that guys are really big whiners. I mean, they complain that us girls are complex and fussy and hard to understand, while we girls don't even complain that THEY are exactly the same!
82. I think that the majority of Singaporean guys are ugly.
83. I think that the majority of Singaporean girls are ugly.
84. I splurge when I like, but at times I can be a total miser and spendthrift.
85. Initially I had no idea that stating 100 things about myself would be this tiring.
86. I think that Xiaxue sucks.
87. I want to become a writer, either freelance or professional, and I don't care if people say that writers starve. I just wanna write.
88. I'm envious of the RI and ACSI folks because they have swimming pools. =(
89. All the ACS guys (secondary and primary) I've met are either really perverse, or they're mama's boys. Some are both.
90. I haven't gotten over graduation yet.
91. I do not have a single medal or trophy.
92. When I started writing poems in primary school, I used to think that they were brilliant and all and I was a genius. No arrogance intended. =P But now I think that these poems are really childish and all.
93. I'm euphoric that I'm nearing 100 statements.
94. I've spent more than half an hour typing out everything.
95. I like him alot, but I don't love him.
96. I can't wait for my birthday, though it's all the way in December and I'm unlikely to celebrate it.
97. I passed my Grade 5 theory exam! 87/100, and it was the S paper...I know it's not that great, but hey, at least I passed. By the way, I got through Composition...yeah!
98. Once I finish this I'm going to shower, and afterwards wash my shin guards.
99. I didn't get any homework done today.
100. I think some people think I'm a freaking bimbo who giggles and flips her hair and is a total slut and all...but I'm not. Seriously. I'm not!
1. I so do not believe in love in your teenage years. Love only comes with SERIOUS maturity, not just the half baked maturity that some idiots call adulthood.
2. I am totally against Lily and James marrying at age 17. I mean, c'mon, what kind of idiot abandons his single-hood for marriage at SEVENTEEN. Psh.
3. Despite what I said above, I'm still a hopeless romantic. I love reading romance stories, because they're fantasies about what will never be, lol.
4. I am regretting stating "100 things" as the title, because already I'm running out of ideas. But I'll persevere.
5. I haven't completed my holiday homework yet, and I'm more stressed than you think.
6. I have absolutely no romantic interest whatsoever in Robyn's neighbour, Kenneth. All I want is to ask him one question, which is not at all related to affairs of my frickin' bleeding heart.
7. I adore rap. Eminem rules!
8. I do not plan to sport a low belt anytime soon.
9. I do not plan to wear ankle socks anytime soon.
10. I'm freaking out because this is only the tenth statement. Someone CHEER for me. I need the motivation.
11. I dislike Singaporean comedians. They're so not funny.
12. I think sleepovers rule.
13. I think Blaise Zabini rocks, though he's just a fictional character (from Harry Potter. He's very briefly mentioned in the books, though, so you might not recognize his name.)
14. I get Writer's Block very, very often.
15. In primary school, I never thought that I'd actually join hockey as a CCA in secondary school. It's just that in SNG, I saw the hockeyers playing on the field and was like...Wow, that's so cool. I wanna join.
16. I like my birthday. =) 24.12.1992
17. I go blog surfing everytime I go online.
18. The first website I go to when I switch on the computer (other than my homepage) is www.fanfiction.net/~stasya, just to check if there're any new reviews for my stories or if any of my favourite stories have been updated.
19. NYC ROCKS FOREVER.
20. So does France. I wanna see the Eiffel Tower and The Louvre!
21. Currently, the only state of France I know is Paris. Lame.
22. Short term crushes don't work out for me.
23. I think that Chinese Pop sucks.
24. I think that Chinese Pop sucks because it's a lame imitation of Western pop.
25. I'm freaking out.
26. I'm freaking out because this is only sentence 26.
27. I'm also freaking out because tomorrow I either get into the hockey school team or not.
28. I think the word 'hockey' is nice. I mean the word.
29. This is the register number of Tan Weng Jun in my class. This was the register number of Steven Yuwono is 6A2004
30. I have a small dislike towards 6A05 people because they took the place of 6A04.
31. I think that Mrs Foo from ZPS in really nice. Seriously.
32. I'm starting to like history.
33. I just finished reading the book "Chocolat".
34. There is one slightly obscene scene in the book "Chocolat".
35. That scene involves Vianne Rocher and Michel Roux.
36. I like the name Zézette.
37. My current msn nickname is Zézette Zabini.
38. ONLY THE THIRTY-EIGTH STATEMENT.
39. I miss Snowy.
40. I have an obssession with anything quaint and rustic.
41. I like him. ;-)
42. My dad has just returned home.
43. My mum disapproves of me wearing all black. Maybe she thinks it's too unfeminine.
44. But c'mon, widows of old days wore all black, and they certainly looked feminine enough, lol.
45. I don't give a hoot of whether I look feminine or not. All I want is to look decent and presentable.
46. I'm eating my sister's (or whoever's) sweets without her permission.
47. I like the sweets.
48. I think that you're gonna give up reading soon.
49. I'm a very insecure person. Everytime I walk into a place, I keep thinking that everyone's staring and jeering at me. Really.
50. I'm a little upset because some people confide in me a lot, but I can't confide in them. I'm upset with myself, I mean. But, no offence, I'm also a little disappointed that these people don't ask after me...
51. I rarely switch on my handphone to avoid being addicted to smsing. Though, there's not much risk of that happening.
52. I hate smsing. It's a killer for my fingers, since I don't have predicted text.
53. I was an ignoramus in primary school. A loner, sort of. I kept to myself all the time. I was almost always the one without a partner. I was never aware of the latest gossip, only SOME. Like when Adeline and Valerie both wrote love letters to Ferris, I didn't know.
54. I scorn gossip queens.
55. I don't like makeup. I think it's too artificial; too fake.
56. I admit to sometimes trying to alter the way I behave around some people just to get them to like me...But I don't do that nowadays. Not often, anyway.
57. I kind of miss the old Pei Cai secondary school, where ZPS stayed for a while during the PRIME construction. I think it was a really nice old building.
58. I can't remember what the library in the old Pei Cai secondary school looked like. Now I wonder if there even was a library.
59. I think that guys who ask others for handphone/email addresses of girls are really, really low. I suppose they're perverts.
60. I'm tired of this already.
61. Initially I was against having a tagboard. But now you see.
62. I have a lot of pride.
63. But still, the pride of a guy always manages to infuriate me.
64. I am against chauvinism.
65. I know some guys whose a** I'd like to kick. Hard.
66. If you ever confess to me that you like me (hopefully you're a guy) then do it directly, face to face. I don't like cowards.
67. If I know that you like me, and you know that I know (confused?) then please don't scare me by wishing that we end up in the same JC. Chances are that I don't like you, much less want to enter the same JC as you. Psh.
68. I like the fairy tale 'Sleeping Beauty'.
69. In my entire sad life, I've read less than 10 Chinese books.
70. I think that this is the age I'll live till.
71. When I have a secret concerning whoever I like, I really want to tell it to someone, but I don't because I know that whoever I tell it to will tease me senseless. I don't really fear the embarrassment. I fear the jape and the teasing.
72. I think Japanese (the language) sucks, cos it's so Chi-na. No offence.
73. I absolutely HATE HATE HATE clichéd fanfics. You know, an example is:
James Potter loves Lily, Lily hates James Potter. Lily has two bloody blond and brunette friends who are really really beautiful and have nice eyes and great figures (though they can't compare to Lily) and they end up dating, snogging and shagging Remus Lupin and Sirius Black.
PLEASE. Will those authors get a life? That is the most cliched fic of the millenium.
74. When typing the above statement, I wanted to say 'Will those authors get a bloody life' but decided against it to uphold my oh-so-bloody-pish good girl reputation. Lol.
75. I'm obssessed with 15 X 5 = 75.
76. This year I've been trying to settle on a religion. I'm supposedly a Christian, but I'm not baptized yet, so thankfully I'm not. I'm NOT an athiest, though. I believe that there're Gods up there, down there, whatever. I just don't follow their religions. I respect all religions and believe that Gods exist, I just don't adhere to their beliefs, customs, etc.
And I've found my own religion: happiness.
I believe that the only important thing in life is to be happy.
77. My computer is super laggy today.
78. I'm still a little conservative, but certainly NOT to the extent when I even disapprove of sleeveless tees!
79. I like flowers.
78. Praise is my motivation, I'm a little abashed to say. It keeps my going; it encourages.
79. I simply can't settle on a definite, long term msn nickname!
80. I think that guys are hard to understand.
81. I think that guys are really big whiners. I mean, they complain that us girls are complex and fussy and hard to understand, while we girls don't even complain that THEY are exactly the same!
82. I think that the majority of Singaporean guys are ugly.
83. I think that the majority of Singaporean girls are ugly.
84. I splurge when I like, but at times I can be a total miser and spendthrift.
85. Initially I had no idea that stating 100 things about myself would be this tiring.
86. I think that Xiaxue sucks.
87. I want to become a writer, either freelance or professional, and I don't care if people say that writers starve. I just wanna write.
88. I'm envious of the RI and ACSI folks because they have swimming pools. =(
89. All the ACS guys (secondary and primary) I've met are either really perverse, or they're mama's boys. Some are both.
90. I haven't gotten over graduation yet.
91. I do not have a single medal or trophy.
92. When I started writing poems in primary school, I used to think that they were brilliant and all and I was a genius. No arrogance intended. =P But now I think that these poems are really childish and all.
93. I'm euphoric that I'm nearing 100 statements.
94. I've spent more than half an hour typing out everything.
95. I like him alot, but I don't love him.
96. I can't wait for my birthday, though it's all the way in December and I'm unlikely to celebrate it.
97. I passed my Grade 5 theory exam! 87/100, and it was the S paper...I know it's not that great, but hey, at least I passed. By the way, I got through Composition...yeah!
98. Once I finish this I'm going to shower, and afterwards wash my shin guards.
99. I didn't get any homework done today.
100. I think some people think I'm a freaking bimbo who giggles and flips her hair and is a total slut and all...but I'm not. Seriously. I'm not!
The Bloody End
Numerical
100 things (you don't know) about me:
1. I so do not believe in love in your teenage years. Love only comes with SERIOUS maturity, not just the half baked maturity that some idiots call adulthood.
2. I am totally against Lily and James marrying at age 17. I mean, c'mon, what kind of idiot abandons his single-hood for marriage at SEVENTEEN. Psh.
3. Despite what I said above, I'm still a hopeless romantic. I love reading romance stories, because they're fantasies about what will never be, lol.
4. I am regretting stating "100 things" as the title, because already I'm running out of ideas. But I'll persevere.
5. I haven't completed my holiday homework yet, and I'm more stressed than you think.
6. I have absolutely no romantic interest whatsoever in Robyn's neighbour, Kenneth. All I want is to ask him one question, which is not at all related to affairs of my frickin' bleeding heart.
7. I adore rap. Eminem rules!
8. I do not plan to sport a low belt anytime soon.
9. I do not plan to wear ankle socks anytime soon.
10. I'm freaking out because this is only the tenth statement. Someone CHEER for me. I need the motivation.
11. I dislike Singaporean comedians. They're so not funny.
12. I think sleepovers rule.
13. I think Blaise Zabini rocks, though he's just a fictional character (from Harry Potter. He's very briefly mentioned in the books, though, so you might not recognize his name.)
14. I get Writer's Block very, very often.
15. In primary school, I never thought that I'd actually join hockey as a CCA in secondary school. It's just that in SNG, I saw the hockeyers playing on the field and was like...Wow, that's so cool. I wanna join.
16. I like my birthday. =) 24.12.1992
17. I go blog surfing everytime I go online.
18. The first website I go to when I switch on the computer (other than my homepage) is www.fanfiction.net/~stasya, just to check if there're any new reviews for my stories or if any of my favourite stories have been updated.
19. NYC ROCKS FOREVER.
20. So does France. I wanna see the Eiffel Tower and The Louvre!
21. Currently, the only state of France I know is Paris. Lame.
22. Short term crushes don't work out for me.
23. I think that Chinese Pop sucks.
24. I think that Chinese Pop sucks because it's a lame imitation of Western pop.
25. I'm freaking out.
26. I'm freaking out because this is only sentence 26.
27. I'm also freaking out because tomorrow I either get into the hockey school team or not.
28. I think the word 'hockey' is nice. I mean the word.
29. This is the register number of Tan Weng Jun in my class. This was the register number of Steven Yuwono is 6A2004
30. I have a small dislike towards 6A05 people because they took the place of 6A04.
31. I think that Mrs Foo from ZPS in really nice. Seriously.
32. I'm starting to like history.
33. I just finished reading the book "Chocolat".
34. There is one slightly obscene scene in the book "Chocolat".
35. That scene involves Vianne Rocher and Michel Roux.
36. I like the name Zézette.
37. My current msn nickname is Zézette Zabini.
38. ONLY THE THIRTY-EIGTH STATEMENT.
39. I miss Snowy.
40. I have an obssession with anything quaint and rustic.
41. I like him. ;-)
42. My dad has just returned home.
43. My mum disapproves of me wearing all black. Maybe she thinks it's too unfeminine.
44. But c'mon, widows of old days wore all black, and they certainly looked feminine enough, lol.
45. I don't give a hoot of whether I look feminine or not. All I want is to look decent and presentable.
46. I'm eating my sister's (or whoever's) sweets without her permission.
47. I like the sweets.
48. I think that you're gonna give up reading soon.
49. I'm a very insecure person. Everytime I walk into a place, I keep thinking that everyone's staring and jeering at me. Really.
50. I'm a little upset because some people confide in me a lot, but I can't confide in them. I'm upset with myself, I mean. But, no offence, I'm also a little disappointed that these people don't ask after me...
51. I rarely switch on my handphone to avoid being addicted to smsing. Though, there's not much risk of that happening.
52. I hate smsing. It's a killer for my fingers, since I don't have predicted text.
53. I was an ignoramus in primary school. A loner, sort of. I kept to myself all the time. I was almost always the one without a partner. I was never aware of the latest gossip, only SOME. Like when Adeline and Valerie both wrote love letters to Ferris, I didn't know.
54. I scorn gossip queens.
55. I don't like makeup. I think it's too artificial; too fake.
56. I admit to sometimes trying to alter the way I behave around some people just to get them to like me...But I don't do that nowadays. Not often, anyway.
57. I kind of miss the old Pei Cai secondary school, where ZPS stayed for a while during the PRIME construction. I think it was a really nice old building.
58. I can't remember what the library in the old Pei Cai secondary school looked like. Now I wonder if there even was a library.
59. I think that guys who ask others for handphone/email addresses of girls are really, really low. I suppose they're perverts.
60. I'm tired of this already.
61. Initially I was against having a tagboard. But now you see.
62. I have a lot of pride.
63. But still, the pride of a guy always manages to infuriate me.
64. I am against chauvinism.
65. I know some guys whose a** I'd like to kick. Hard.
66. If you ever confess to me that you like me (hopefully you're a guy) then do it directly, face to face. I don't like cowards.
67. If I know that you like me, and you know that I know (confused?) then please don't scare me by wishing that we end up in the same JC. Chances are that I don't like you, much less want to enter the same JC as you. Psh.
68. I like the fairy tale 'Sleeping Beauty'.
69. In my entire sad life, I've read less than 10 Chinese books.
70. I think that this is the age I'll live till.
71. When I have a secret concerning whoever I like, I really want to tell it to someone, but I don't because I know that whoever I tell it to will tease me senseless. I don't really fear the embarrassment. I fear the jape and the teasing.
72. I think Japanese (the language) sucks, cos it's so Chi-na. No offence.
73. I absolutely HATE HATE HATE clichéd fanfics. You know, an example is:
James Potter loves Lily, Lily hates James Potter. Lily has two bloody blond and brunette friends who are really really beautiful and have nice eyes and great figures (though they can't compare to Lily) and they end up dating, snogging and shagging Remus Lupin and Sirius Black.
PLEASE. Will those authors get a life? That is the most cliched fic of the millenium.
74. When typing the above statement, I wanted to say 'Will those authors get a bloody life' but decided against it to uphold my oh-so-bloody-pish good girl reputation. Lol.
75. I'm obssessed with 15 X 5 = 75.
76. This year I've been trying to settle on a religion. I'm supposedly a Christian, but I'm not baptized yet, so thankfully I'm not. I'm NOT an athiest, though. I believe that there're Gods up there, down there, whatever. I just don't follow their religions. I respect all religions and believe that Gods exist, I just don't adhere to their beliefs, customs, etc.
And I've found my own religion: happiness.
I believe that the only important thing in life is to be happy.
77. My computer is super laggy today.
78. I'm still a little conservative, but certainly NOT to the extent when I even disapprove of sleeveless tees!
79. I like flowers.
78. Praise is my motivation, I'm a little abashed to say. It keeps my going; it encourages.
79. I simply can't settle on a definite, long term msn nickname!
80. I think that guys are hard to understand.
81. I think that guys are really big whiners. I mean, they complain that us girls are complex and fussy and hard to understand, while we girls don't even complain that THEY are exactly the same!
82. I think that the majority of Singaporean guys are ugly.
83. I think that the majority of Singaporean girls are ugly.
84. I splurge when I like, but at times I can be a total miser and spendthrift.
85. Initially I had no idea that stating 100 things about myself would be this tiring.
86. I think that Xiaxue sucks.
87. I want to become a writer, either freelance or professional, and I don't care if people say that writers starve. I just wanna write.
88. I'm envious of the RI and ACSI folks because they have swimming pools. =(
89. All the ACS guys (secondary and primary) I've met are either really perverse, or they're mama's boys. Some are both.
90. I haven't gotten over graduation yet.
91. I do not have a single medal or trophy.
92. When I started writing poems in primary school, I used to think that they were brilliant and all and I was a genius. No arrogance intended. =P But now I think that these poems are really childish and all.
93. I'm euphoric that I'm nearing 100 statements.
94. I've spent more than half an hour typing out everything.
95. I like him alot, but I don't love him.
96. I can't wait for my birthday, though it's all the way in December and I'm unlikely to celebrate it.
97. I passed my Grade 5 theory exam! 87/100, and it was the S paper...I know it's not that great, but hey, at least I passed. By the way, I got through Composition...yeah!
98. Once I finish this I'm going to shower, and afterwards wash my shin guards.
99. I didn't get any homework done today.
100. I think some people think I'm a freaking bimbo who giggles and flips her hair and is a total slut and all...but I'm not. Seriously. I'm not!
1. I so do not believe in love in your teenage years. Love only comes with SERIOUS maturity, not just the half baked maturity that some idiots call adulthood.
2. I am totally against Lily and James marrying at age 17. I mean, c'mon, what kind of idiot abandons his single-hood for marriage at SEVENTEEN. Psh.
3. Despite what I said above, I'm still a hopeless romantic. I love reading romance stories, because they're fantasies about what will never be, lol.
4. I am regretting stating "100 things" as the title, because already I'm running out of ideas. But I'll persevere.
5. I haven't completed my holiday homework yet, and I'm more stressed than you think.
6. I have absolutely no romantic interest whatsoever in Robyn's neighbour, Kenneth. All I want is to ask him one question, which is not at all related to affairs of my frickin' bleeding heart.
7. I adore rap. Eminem rules!
8. I do not plan to sport a low belt anytime soon.
9. I do not plan to wear ankle socks anytime soon.
10. I'm freaking out because this is only the tenth statement. Someone CHEER for me. I need the motivation.
11. I dislike Singaporean comedians. They're so not funny.
12. I think sleepovers rule.
13. I think Blaise Zabini rocks, though he's just a fictional character (from Harry Potter. He's very briefly mentioned in the books, though, so you might not recognize his name.)
14. I get Writer's Block very, very often.
15. In primary school, I never thought that I'd actually join hockey as a CCA in secondary school. It's just that in SNG, I saw the hockeyers playing on the field and was like...Wow, that's so cool. I wanna join.
16. I like my birthday. =) 24.12.1992
17. I go blog surfing everytime I go online.
18. The first website I go to when I switch on the computer (other than my homepage) is www.fanfiction.net/~stasya, just to check if there're any new reviews for my stories or if any of my favourite stories have been updated.
19. NYC ROCKS FOREVER.
20. So does France. I wanna see the Eiffel Tower and The Louvre!
21. Currently, the only state of France I know is Paris. Lame.
22. Short term crushes don't work out for me.
23. I think that Chinese Pop sucks.
24. I think that Chinese Pop sucks because it's a lame imitation of Western pop.
25. I'm freaking out.
26. I'm freaking out because this is only sentence 26.
27. I'm also freaking out because tomorrow I either get into the hockey school team or not.
28. I think the word 'hockey' is nice. I mean the word.
29. This is the register number of Tan Weng Jun in my class. This was the register number of Steven Yuwono is 6A2004
30. I have a small dislike towards 6A05 people because they took the place of 6A04.
31. I think that Mrs Foo from ZPS in really nice. Seriously.
32. I'm starting to like history.
33. I just finished reading the book "Chocolat".
34. There is one slightly obscene scene in the book "Chocolat".
35. That scene involves Vianne Rocher and Michel Roux.
36. I like the name Zézette.
37. My current msn nickname is Zézette Zabini.
38. ONLY THE THIRTY-EIGTH STATEMENT.
39. I miss Snowy.
40. I have an obssession with anything quaint and rustic.
41. I like him. ;-)
42. My dad has just returned home.
43. My mum disapproves of me wearing all black. Maybe she thinks it's too unfeminine.
44. But c'mon, widows of old days wore all black, and they certainly looked feminine enough, lol.
45. I don't give a hoot of whether I look feminine or not. All I want is to look decent and presentable.
46. I'm eating my sister's (or whoever's) sweets without her permission.
47. I like the sweets.
48. I think that you're gonna give up reading soon.
49. I'm a very insecure person. Everytime I walk into a place, I keep thinking that everyone's staring and jeering at me. Really.
50. I'm a little upset because some people confide in me a lot, but I can't confide in them. I'm upset with myself, I mean. But, no offence, I'm also a little disappointed that these people don't ask after me...
51. I rarely switch on my handphone to avoid being addicted to smsing. Though, there's not much risk of that happening.
52. I hate smsing. It's a killer for my fingers, since I don't have predicted text.
53. I was an ignoramus in primary school. A loner, sort of. I kept to myself all the time. I was almost always the one without a partner. I was never aware of the latest gossip, only SOME. Like when Adeline and Valerie both wrote love letters to Ferris, I didn't know.
54. I scorn gossip queens.
55. I don't like makeup. I think it's too artificial; too fake.
56. I admit to sometimes trying to alter the way I behave around some people just to get them to like me...But I don't do that nowadays. Not often, anyway.
57. I kind of miss the old Pei Cai secondary school, where ZPS stayed for a while during the PRIME construction. I think it was a really nice old building.
58. I can't remember what the library in the old Pei Cai secondary school looked like. Now I wonder if there even was a library.
59. I think that guys who ask others for handphone/email addresses of girls are really, really low. I suppose they're perverts.
60. I'm tired of this already.
61. Initially I was against having a tagboard. But now you see.
62. I have a lot of pride.
63. But still, the pride of a guy always manages to infuriate me.
64. I am against chauvinism.
65. I know some guys whose a** I'd like to kick. Hard.
66. If you ever confess to me that you like me (hopefully you're a guy) then do it directly, face to face. I don't like cowards.
67. If I know that you like me, and you know that I know (confused?) then please don't scare me by wishing that we end up in the same JC. Chances are that I don't like you, much less want to enter the same JC as you. Psh.
68. I like the fairy tale 'Sleeping Beauty'.
69. In my entire sad life, I've read less than 10 Chinese books.
70. I think that this is the age I'll live till.
71. When I have a secret concerning whoever I like, I really want to tell it to someone, but I don't because I know that whoever I tell it to will tease me senseless. I don't really fear the embarrassment. I fear the jape and the teasing.
72. I think Japanese (the language) sucks, cos it's so Chi-na. No offence.
73. I absolutely HATE HATE HATE clichéd fanfics. You know, an example is:
James Potter loves Lily, Lily hates James Potter. Lily has two bloody blond and brunette friends who are really really beautiful and have nice eyes and great figures (though they can't compare to Lily) and they end up dating, snogging and shagging Remus Lupin and Sirius Black.
PLEASE. Will those authors get a life? That is the most cliched fic of the millenium.
74. When typing the above statement, I wanted to say 'Will those authors get a bloody life' but decided against it to uphold my oh-so-bloody-pish good girl reputation. Lol.
75. I'm obssessed with 15 X 5 = 75.
76. This year I've been trying to settle on a religion. I'm supposedly a Christian, but I'm not baptized yet, so thankfully I'm not. I'm NOT an athiest, though. I believe that there're Gods up there, down there, whatever. I just don't follow their religions. I respect all religions and believe that Gods exist, I just don't adhere to their beliefs, customs, etc.
And I've found my own religion: happiness.
I believe that the only important thing in life is to be happy.
77. My computer is super laggy today.
78. I'm still a little conservative, but certainly NOT to the extent when I even disapprove of sleeveless tees!
79. I like flowers.
78. Praise is my motivation, I'm a little abashed to say. It keeps my going; it encourages.
79. I simply can't settle on a definite, long term msn nickname!
80. I think that guys are hard to understand.
81. I think that guys are really big whiners. I mean, they complain that us girls are complex and fussy and hard to understand, while we girls don't even complain that THEY are exactly the same!
82. I think that the majority of Singaporean guys are ugly.
83. I think that the majority of Singaporean girls are ugly.
84. I splurge when I like, but at times I can be a total miser and spendthrift.
85. Initially I had no idea that stating 100 things about myself would be this tiring.
86. I think that Xiaxue sucks.
87. I want to become a writer, either freelance or professional, and I don't care if people say that writers starve. I just wanna write.
88. I'm envious of the RI and ACSI folks because they have swimming pools. =(
89. All the ACS guys (secondary and primary) I've met are either really perverse, or they're mama's boys. Some are both.
90. I haven't gotten over graduation yet.
91. I do not have a single medal or trophy.
92. When I started writing poems in primary school, I used to think that they were brilliant and all and I was a genius. No arrogance intended. =P But now I think that these poems are really childish and all.
93. I'm euphoric that I'm nearing 100 statements.
94. I've spent more than half an hour typing out everything.
95. I like him alot, but I don't love him.
96. I can't wait for my birthday, though it's all the way in December and I'm unlikely to celebrate it.
97. I passed my Grade 5 theory exam! 87/100, and it was the S paper...I know it's not that great, but hey, at least I passed. By the way, I got through Composition...yeah!
98. Once I finish this I'm going to shower, and afterwards wash my shin guards.
99. I didn't get any homework done today.
100. I think some people think I'm a freaking bimbo who giggles and flips her hair and is a total slut and all...but I'm not. Seriously. I'm not!
The Bloody End
Saturday, June 18, 2005
Dissection
Greetings, fellow earthlings. On Monday I either get into the school team or not. I hope I make the team.
I saw the kitten again. If you've been following my previous posts, you'll know what I'm talking about. (Last time I saw the white kitten with one black ear, together with another two adult cats.) It was really weird, you know, like I'd predicted...Oh, let me explain.
I was kind of thinking how nice it'd be if I could see the kitten again. It was really, really cute, and I'd never seen it elsewhere before. Yeah, and afterwards I just went to the porch, opened the gate halfway, and prepared to take out my bike in meaning to go out cycling...Yeah, and the weird thing was, as I pushed my bike out, I SAW THE KITTEN THROUGH THE GAPS THROUGH THE GATE.
Yikes! It was so freaky! It was like I'd predicted it's coming or something. Anyway, the kitten was accompanied with only one of the adult cats. It just spared me one seemingly nonchalant glance and then strode away.
Am I that ugly?
Yeah, so I just got out my bike and went cycling in the other direction.
I love the kitten. It's so cute.
I saw the kitten again. If you've been following my previous posts, you'll know what I'm talking about. (Last time I saw the white kitten with one black ear, together with another two adult cats.) It was really weird, you know, like I'd predicted...Oh, let me explain.
I was kind of thinking how nice it'd be if I could see the kitten again. It was really, really cute, and I'd never seen it elsewhere before. Yeah, and afterwards I just went to the porch, opened the gate halfway, and prepared to take out my bike in meaning to go out cycling...Yeah, and the weird thing was, as I pushed my bike out, I SAW THE KITTEN THROUGH THE GAPS THROUGH THE GATE.
Yikes! It was so freaky! It was like I'd predicted it's coming or something. Anyway, the kitten was accompanied with only one of the adult cats. It just spared me one seemingly nonchalant glance and then strode away.
Am I that ugly?
Yeah, so I just got out my bike and went cycling in the other direction.
I love the kitten. It's so cute.
Friday, June 17, 2005
They Suck
Hello, I'm blogging again. Anyway, Matilda, thanks for the warm fuzzie...I didn't know that anyone I knew except for Robyn read my fanfics. I didn't know that any hockers except for Ugenie and Su Wenn read my blog...Lol. =)
Today's Friday. I have a tentative source that the names of the sec ones who got into the hockey school team will be revealed next Monday...that's sooner than I thought. I want to get in. I hope to get in...I BEG of you, Mrs Chan, Mrs Tan, Mr Ng... I know that my hit is lousy and my pushes are mediocre and my sweeping is a catastrophe and my dribbling is bad but just let me in the team... I'll even wash the toilet next to the PE department for a week!! (It's not clean, you know. All the sports girls use it, so naturally it reeks a little of B.O. and stuff...)
I WANT TO GET INTO THE TEAM.
Ok, anyway, I've compiled a list of those who will most certainly get into the team. My judgment is totally unbiased, please don't accuse me of, well, being biased.
Backs:
Enru, Clarice (Like duh.)
Mids/Forwards:
Joanne (Pfft. Of course.), Matilda, Michelle, Clara
That's six people. Plus the goalie, it's seven people. Thus, four more people can get into the team if all of the afore mentioned get in. If I don't get in, the whole point of me joining hockey will be defeated...well, sort of. I'm not sure that I'll have another shot at making the team next year if I don't make it this year. Oh, well.
I can't wait to get my jersey, though, school team or no. My number's 27. =)
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Today's Friday. I have a tentative source that the names of the sec ones who got into the hockey school team will be revealed next Monday...that's sooner than I thought. I want to get in. I hope to get in...I BEG of you, Mrs Chan, Mrs Tan, Mr Ng... I know that my hit is lousy and my pushes are mediocre and my sweeping is a catastrophe and my dribbling is bad but just let me in the team... I'll even wash the toilet next to the PE department for a week!! (It's not clean, you know. All the sports girls use it, so naturally it reeks a little of B.O. and stuff...)
I WANT TO GET INTO THE TEAM.
Ok, anyway, I've compiled a list of those who will most certainly get into the team. My judgment is totally unbiased, please don't accuse me of, well, being biased.
Backs:
Enru, Clarice (Like duh.)
Mids/Forwards:
Joanne (Pfft. Of course.), Matilda, Michelle, Clara
That's six people. Plus the goalie, it's seven people. Thus, four more people can get into the team if all of the afore mentioned get in. If I don't get in, the whole point of me joining hockey will be defeated...well, sort of. I'm not sure that I'll have another shot at making the team next year if I don't make it this year. Oh, well.
I can't wait to get my jersey, though, school team or no. My number's 27. =)
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Thursday, June 16, 2005
R.R.R
Ryan Reynolds rules. Don't you think so? Well, I do. =)
Check out some stuff.
A graduation ceremony is an event where the commencement speaker tells thousands of students dressed in identical caps and gowns that 'individuality' is the key to success. - Robert Orben
LOL. That's a nice way to put it. Way to go, Orben.
Your families are extremely proud of you. You can't imagine the sense of relief they are experiencing. This would be a most opportune time to ask for money. - Gary Bolding
Right...good point. Jeez. I missed out on the money last year...and I'll have to wait for another 3 years and a half. Psh.
When you leave here, don't forget why you came. - Adlai Stevenson, to college graduates
How sentimental...nicely put.
The roots of education are bitter, but the fruit is sweet. - Aristotle
This is like, so outdated. But it's true. Denial objected.
A professor is someone who talks in someone else's sleep. - W.H. Auden
Whoa...This Auden person is good.
If you aren't fired with enthusiasm, you will be fired with enthusiasm. - Vince Lombardi
Talk about ambiguity.
Don't live down to expectations. Go out there and do something remarkable. - Wendy Wasserstein
Remarkable? Like, staying out till midnight without informing my folks? Awesome.
We cannot direct the wind but we can adjust the sails. - Author Unknown
Right. Sailing. And you say life's an ocean?
The important thing is not to stop questioning. - Albert Einstein
Three cheers for Einstein! He's my favourite Scientist. Apart from Galilei, Newton, Edison...
If opportunity doesn't knock, build a door. - Milton Berle
And how to build a door, pray tell? The disadvantage of quotes is that they don't really go into detail...Someone elaborate?
There are no shortcuts to any place worth going. - Beverly Sills
As if. Taking a plane to America will certainly be quicker than sailing there.
Uh huh. Today...no, I'm too tired to talk about everything. Thus I'll just (happily) announce that I have completed one Chinese composition...and I still have a load of homework to do. Jeez! I wish my mum would force me to do my homework. I need the PRESSURE. School days provide the momentum. Holidays slow me down. Someone force me to do my homework...please.
Just blxxdy click www.fanfiction.net/~stasya. I beg of you.
Check out some stuff.
A graduation ceremony is an event where the commencement speaker tells thousands of students dressed in identical caps and gowns that 'individuality' is the key to success. - Robert Orben
LOL. That's a nice way to put it. Way to go, Orben.
Your families are extremely proud of you. You can't imagine the sense of relief they are experiencing. This would be a most opportune time to ask for money. - Gary Bolding
Right...good point. Jeez. I missed out on the money last year...and I'll have to wait for another 3 years and a half. Psh.
When you leave here, don't forget why you came. - Adlai Stevenson, to college graduates
How sentimental...nicely put.
The roots of education are bitter, but the fruit is sweet. - Aristotle
This is like, so outdated. But it's true. Denial objected.
A professor is someone who talks in someone else's sleep. - W.H. Auden
Whoa...This Auden person is good.
If you aren't fired with enthusiasm, you will be fired with enthusiasm. - Vince Lombardi
Talk about ambiguity.
Don't live down to expectations. Go out there and do something remarkable. - Wendy Wasserstein
Remarkable? Like, staying out till midnight without informing my folks? Awesome.
We cannot direct the wind but we can adjust the sails. - Author Unknown
Right. Sailing. And you say life's an ocean?
The important thing is not to stop questioning. - Albert Einstein
Three cheers for Einstein! He's my favourite Scientist. Apart from Galilei, Newton, Edison...
If opportunity doesn't knock, build a door. - Milton Berle
And how to build a door, pray tell? The disadvantage of quotes is that they don't really go into detail...Someone elaborate?
There are no shortcuts to any place worth going. - Beverly Sills
As if. Taking a plane to America will certainly be quicker than sailing there.
Uh huh. Today...no, I'm too tired to talk about everything. Thus I'll just (happily) announce that I have completed one Chinese composition...and I still have a load of homework to do. Jeez! I wish my mum would force me to do my homework. I need the PRESSURE. School days provide the momentum. Holidays slow me down. Someone force me to do my homework...please.
Just blxxdy click www.fanfiction.net/~stasya. I beg of you.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
I love you too, not
We had a sleepover at my house last night. It was fun, well, more so than other times since everyone was present. We watched part of ScoobyDoo2 and Princess Diaries 2 (I'd never watched the latter before) and I swear, Lord Nicholas Devereaux (correct the name, please. I'm certain it's wrong.) could be Blaise Zabini. That part between Mia and him was so romantic...because it was so forbidden. The Andrew pilot person was ugly. Robyn thought he looked nice. But anyway, Robyn fell in love with Lionel, the security guy. =)
I don't really like the relationship between Clarisse and Joseph, but I suppose true love calls.
It was a total girls night out. Well, not total, but it was a girls night out. My dad was overseas, and my dogs...well, they don't really count. Amanda finally admitted the dream question, only of course, everyone knew. It was like, SO obvious that she liked him. Robyn admitted that 'him' in her blog ain't imaginary. =) Truth or Dare will rock on forever. They dared me to open the window (air-con was on) and shout, "I love you Shi Jie". Psh. That is frickin' pish, cos no one can hear us, considering it's the middle of the night, no one's walking outside, and Shi Jie lives way on the other side of the street. And no, I do not like him. I shouted all the words, only I added a 'not', which I did not shout out but said out loud softly. So it becomes "I love you not, Shi Jie".
Muahaha to the power of five.
And the confessions continued to roll.
The next morning (today) I was the last to wake up, as usual. Robyn and Amanda forgot to give me the forfeits. Psh. We went to j8 in the afternoon, bought tickets, shopped around for a bit and then at 4.10pm we were off to watch Five Children and It...I liked that movie. It is not childish, but you can call me childish if you like...after all, Mrs Sushilla says to keep the child in you alive. I believe that. I consider it a compliment, the "insult" of childishness. The movie was very poignant. Oh, and we took neoprints as well. You know, I haven't taken neoprints since Primary 3? Right. I looked absolutely ridiculous in two photos (as if I don't for the rest of the time, lol).
I wanna watch Ice Princess. I love rap. 50 cent rules.
But the shopping trip, besides the neoprints and the movie, was boring. The bus ride home, especially.
So that's another day wasted.
I found a Katie Bell / Oliver Wood fic, it's pretty cliche, but it's a novelty to me, so I'll ignore the cliche-ish-ness for now. http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2395084/6/
I like the line in the first chapter where Katie laments (it's hilarious) that 'Oliver Wood can go fuck a Quaffle'. LOL.
I don't really like the relationship between Clarisse and Joseph, but I suppose true love calls.
It was a total girls night out. Well, not total, but it was a girls night out. My dad was overseas, and my dogs...well, they don't really count. Amanda finally admitted the dream question, only of course, everyone knew. It was like, SO obvious that she liked him. Robyn admitted that 'him' in her blog ain't imaginary. =) Truth or Dare will rock on forever. They dared me to open the window (air-con was on) and shout, "I love you Shi Jie". Psh. That is frickin' pish, cos no one can hear us, considering it's the middle of the night, no one's walking outside, and Shi Jie lives way on the other side of the street. And no, I do not like him. I shouted all the words, only I added a 'not', which I did not shout out but said out loud softly. So it becomes "I love you not, Shi Jie".
Muahaha to the power of five.
And the confessions continued to roll.
The next morning (today) I was the last to wake up, as usual. Robyn and Amanda forgot to give me the forfeits. Psh. We went to j8 in the afternoon, bought tickets, shopped around for a bit and then at 4.10pm we were off to watch Five Children and It...I liked that movie. It is not childish, but you can call me childish if you like...after all, Mrs Sushilla says to keep the child in you alive. I believe that. I consider it a compliment, the "insult" of childishness. The movie was very poignant. Oh, and we took neoprints as well. You know, I haven't taken neoprints since Primary 3? Right. I looked absolutely ridiculous in two photos (as if I don't for the rest of the time, lol).
I wanna watch Ice Princess. I love rap. 50 cent rules.
But the shopping trip, besides the neoprints and the movie, was boring. The bus ride home, especially.
So that's another day wasted.
I found a Katie Bell / Oliver Wood fic, it's pretty cliche, but it's a novelty to me, so I'll ignore the cliche-ish-ness for now. http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2395084/6/
I like the line in the first chapter where Katie laments (it's hilarious) that 'Oliver Wood can go fuck a Quaffle'. LOL.
Monday, June 13, 2005
Afterthoughts
By the way, I cut my hair yesterday. I love it. Well, sort of. It's a blessing, really, waking up in the morning and not having your hair poofy and all. It's short! It's short! My hair is short! Hm, I kinda miss long hair...wth am I talking about? I am so done with long hair. For the moment, at least. When I get sick of short hair I'll fall in love with long hair again. Well...maybe not. Ah. I don't know. It's not layered anymore, and I love it. Now every girl (most girls) has layered hair, and it's like, so common.
UNIQUENESS RULES!
I went to Jean Yip to cut my hair, and this Chinese DJ what's-her-name-I-don't-know-heck (okay, okay. She was nice. Honestly. Happy?) asked me some questions. I had to answer through a microphone, because she was part of this dumb show going on downstairs. A microphone. The entire shopping mall could hear me. Yeah, she asked me some stupid questions - What's your name? (Huiquan) What are you doing? (Cutting my hair) Where are you cutting your hair? (Jean Yip)
Like they were endorsing Jean Yip. Oh well. I was so embarrassed I wanted to sink into the floor. I hate attention, because I don't know what to do with it. Oh course the people listening to me couldn't SEE me, but well, they could hear me. The DJ asked the other customers in the shop to answer questions, too. Yep. Anyway, I "won" a $10 voucher for Hougang Mall because of that. I used it up at Popular. =)
I got a romance novelette, which I finished reading today, and it's really, really, Lame. It's so predictable. The author is in love with love. She doesn't have any clue of the beauty of writing. Psh. So, so lame. I also got a small book of Emily Dickinson's poems. How come all the poetess' I like are named Emily? There's Emily Bronte, and there's Emily Dickinson. But I don't really like Emily Goh, the monitress for term1 and term2. She's my classmate. No offence, EmilyG, but I think you're too bossy. I also got a book titled "Chocolat". It's not a typal error. It's title is "Chocolat". That's French for 'Chocolate'. Wheeeee.
It's set in a French village, expected. I'll lend you the book if you like. =)
Stasya
UNIQUENESS RULES!
I went to Jean Yip to cut my hair, and this Chinese DJ what's-her-name-I-don't-know-heck (okay, okay. She was nice. Honestly. Happy?) asked me some questions. I had to answer through a microphone, because she was part of this dumb show going on downstairs. A microphone. The entire shopping mall could hear me. Yeah, she asked me some stupid questions - What's your name? (Huiquan) What are you doing? (Cutting my hair) Where are you cutting your hair? (Jean Yip)
Like they were endorsing Jean Yip. Oh well. I was so embarrassed I wanted to sink into the floor. I hate attention, because I don't know what to do with it. Oh course the people listening to me couldn't SEE me, but well, they could hear me. The DJ asked the other customers in the shop to answer questions, too. Yep. Anyway, I "won" a $10 voucher for Hougang Mall because of that. I used it up at Popular. =)
I got a romance novelette, which I finished reading today, and it's really, really, Lame. It's so predictable. The author is in love with love. She doesn't have any clue of the beauty of writing. Psh. So, so lame. I also got a small book of Emily Dickinson's poems. How come all the poetess' I like are named Emily? There's Emily Bronte, and there's Emily Dickinson. But I don't really like Emily Goh, the monitress for term1 and term2. She's my classmate. No offence, EmilyG, but I think you're too bossy. I also got a book titled "Chocolat". It's not a typal error. It's title is "Chocolat". That's French for 'Chocolate'. Wheeeee.
It's set in a French village, expected. I'll lend you the book if you like. =)
Stasya
the rock
I wonder what the 6th HP book will be like. I hope it'll be dark and angsty...and romantic? I wouldn't count on it if I were you. J.K. Rowling is SO not the endorser for romance. Did you see that scene between Harry and Cho?! It was so...cheesy. She's better at writing angst. I hope there'll be LOADS of angst. Muahahahaha. Angsty me.
Ignore me.
July 16th, won't you come soon?
Ignore me.
July 16th, won't you come soon?
Saturday, June 11, 2005
saying hello insincerely
LinkHere - http://zhp6a.proboards23.com/index.cgi?board=general&action=display&thread=1117901260
Read that and see how all our grades are dropping. 6A04 is going to the DOGS. Academically. At least for now. I suck.
Today I cycled over to Saranya's house and saw her, Amanda, Sutthersan and Shi Hao playing soccer in a sort of haphazard manner. Like, you know, aimlessly? Then they called Marcus out to play. And then Suganthan came back from his tuition. And then Saranya went back inside the house. The guys started playing soccer (seriously) and Amanda and I were left alone with nothing to do. I decided to leave and so did she. We went to find Robyn only she wasn't home. We went to Amanda's house and hung out for a bit. And then I went home. End of story.
I know this sounds pretty childish and sort, but I really want to befriend the guys. I think life will be much more interesting with guys as friends, because life now is pretty monotonous.
Read that and see how all our grades are dropping. 6A04 is going to the DOGS. Academically. At least for now. I suck.
Today I cycled over to Saranya's house and saw her, Amanda, Sutthersan and Shi Hao playing soccer in a sort of haphazard manner. Like, you know, aimlessly? Then they called Marcus out to play. And then Suganthan came back from his tuition. And then Saranya went back inside the house. The guys started playing soccer (seriously) and Amanda and I were left alone with nothing to do. I decided to leave and so did she. We went to find Robyn only she wasn't home. We went to Amanda's house and hung out for a bit. And then I went home. End of story.
I know this sounds pretty childish and sort, but I really want to befriend the guys. I think life will be much more interesting with guys as friends, because life now is pretty monotonous.
Friday, June 10, 2005
ironytwo
Oh, shit. First that badger, then the possible one, and now another one. Honestly, it's freaking me out! The ironic thing is that all happened indirectly. Too scared to face me, huh? I want someone to confide in, but look, who can I tell while assured that she/he won't tell on me? Perhaps Jacque, but she's probably overseas now.
Fuck me? Well, fuck you twice.
LOOK! I am NOT a GOOD GIRL. I am NOT diligent, I am NOT persevering, I do NOT have a good attitude, etc etc. Well, maybe I have good behaviour. =) But stop calling me all of the afore-mentioned. It makes me feel really guilty, cos I know that I'm nothing like these. If I were all/any of the above I'd be doing my holiday homework now, which I'm not.
God help me.
Fuck me? Well, fuck you twice.
LOOK! I am NOT a GOOD GIRL. I am NOT diligent, I am NOT persevering, I do NOT have a good attitude, etc etc. Well, maybe I have good behaviour. =) But stop calling me all of the afore-mentioned. It makes me feel really guilty, cos I know that I'm nothing like these. If I were all/any of the above I'd be doing my holiday homework now, which I'm not.
God help me.
Thursday, June 09, 2005
America & Scotland & France
Los Angeles, you go girl. New York, you rock. Salem, you're cool. Wethersfield, you RULE. Scotland, ALL THE WAY! France, YOU'RE THE BEST!
Yall' rock.
S'pore, buck up, yeah?
Yall' rock.
S'pore, buck up, yeah?
inertia
I read one of the blogs in my school blog (nothing to do with the moe thing), by Randomer, and she mentioned something I can't help but agree with - Schooldays provide the momentum. Holidays slow me down.
Psh. Couldn't have said it better. By the way, the dounch be sho petty person has signed in.
Psh. Couldn't have said it better. By the way, the dounch be sho petty person has signed in.
colour me orange
iluvnewyork.
There's piano lesson later on, and I DON'T KNOW WHAT TIME. Sheesh. yux. yux. yux. I've kinda perfected the part of the song "Once Upon A December" which I'm supposed to learn, so not much problem with that. Sight Reading is pretty...shaky. Scales are horrible (I hate them) and the pieces are pretty much chicken feat. I'm gonna DIE.
I've completed seven questions of the Maths review paper, out of fifteen questions. I've resolved to complete the paper by today. Stupid me, ain't it?
ffnet rules.
Stefi's watching Cinderella downstairs, and I can hear the horrible mezzo soprano of some stepsister seranading her mum. Now it's switching to the high tenor of Cinderella herself. Remember that scene? Ah.
Peter Pan rules. What's madagascar about, anyway?
My colour coordination is horrible.
There's piano lesson later on, and I DON'T KNOW WHAT TIME. Sheesh. yux. yux. yux. I've kinda perfected the part of the song "Once Upon A December" which I'm supposed to learn, so not much problem with that. Sight Reading is pretty...shaky. Scales are horrible (I hate them) and the pieces are pretty much chicken feat. I'm gonna DIE.
I've completed seven questions of the Maths review paper, out of fifteen questions. I've resolved to complete the paper by today. Stupid me, ain't it?
ffnet rules.
Stefi's watching Cinderella downstairs, and I can hear the horrible mezzo soprano of some stepsister seranading her mum. Now it's switching to the high tenor of Cinderella herself. Remember that scene? Ah.
Peter Pan rules. What's madagascar about, anyway?
My colour coordination is horrible.
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
I wanna move to New York
New York Rules! I wanna move there. Or visit it, at the very least. It's THE CITY THAT NEVER SLEEPS. Think about it, the night life is way cool. I can just imagine...amusement parks, shopping malls, etc etc. I LOVE NEW YORK.
Yeah, now I've got that over with, well, peace out.
Perhaps not.
Perchance...yes?
Anyway, I've found a story of ffnet: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2354812/4/
Look, the grammar isn't perfect and the plotline's a bit illogical, so it's not the quality of the story that I want to mention. It's the (D)ucking fact that the girl's parents totally abandoned her when she got pregnant.
Right. It takes two hands to clap, so I believe that teenage pregnancy is quite obviously the fault of both the guy and the girl. Like, duh. The guy shouldn't have bedded her (and shouldn't have left her alone, if he did) and the girl shouldn't have slept with him. Isn't it ducking obvious? If it's rape...then too bad. Poor girl, though. But today I feel as if I've left my empathy elsewhere.
Yeah, now I've got that over with, well, peace out.
Perhaps not.
Perchance...yes?
Anyway, I've found a story of ffnet: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2354812/4/
Look, the grammar isn't perfect and the plotline's a bit illogical, so it's not the quality of the story that I want to mention. It's the (D)ucking fact that the girl's parents totally abandoned her when she got pregnant.
Right. It takes two hands to clap, so I believe that teenage pregnancy is quite obviously the fault of both the guy and the girl. Like, duh. The guy shouldn't have bedded her (and shouldn't have left her alone, if he did) and the girl shouldn't have slept with him. Isn't it ducking obvious? If it's rape...then too bad. Poor girl, though. But today I feel as if I've left my empathy elsewhere.
Curiosity
Curiosity is really small. She's pretty furry, curious (naturally), rather adorable, and my pet hamster.
She cost five bucks. That's weird, but quite true.
And she's somewhere behind my computer now, hopefully not chewing any of the wires.
By the way, this is :someone's: nickname. Part of someone's nickname, anyway.
dOuNch be sho Petty...hahz
Lmfao. Y'know what? That's a pretty lame nickname.
She cost five bucks. That's weird, but quite true.
And she's somewhere behind my computer now, hopefully not chewing any of the wires.
By the way, this is :someone's: nickname. Part of someone's nickname, anyway.
dOuNch be sho Petty...hahz
Lmfao. Y'know what? That's a pretty lame nickname.
Ce matin
Hullo, hullo! It's NICE to see you again, Stacy, especially so early in the morning.
Well, thank you! It's a pleasure to meet you too. Have you had your breakfast?
Mm...nah. I'm going to. Wanna come with me?
Yeah, sure.
Welcome to the madhouse.
Well, thank you! It's a pleasure to meet you too. Have you had your breakfast?
Mm...nah. I'm going to. Wanna come with me?
Yeah, sure.
Welcome to the madhouse.
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
Not Philosophy
This is my current msn nickname:
Why do people take their submission into secondary school to :suddenly: become crazy over getting bfs/gfs?
You know, back in primary school, no one mentioned boyfriends or girlfriends. At least, they rarely mentioned them. Everyone was just about, like, who liked who and such. No mention of having a stead was brought up. Romance wasn't serious then. But now, in secondary school, people gush over their latest squeezes and stuff, and...
Why do people take their submission into secondary school to :suddenly: become crazy over getting bfs/gfs?
Well, yeah. It's like once they enter sec sch they immediately switch to the oh-I-want-a-stead mood, which is so coquettish and lame. It's weird. And people get upset because they've broken up with their steads, their studies get worse (for some of em)...You get my drift.
I know I'm a hopeless romantic, but that's in books. Where the real thing is concerned, I think I'll wait a while more.
Why do people take their submission into secondary school to :suddenly: become crazy over getting bfs/gfs?
You know, back in primary school, no one mentioned boyfriends or girlfriends. At least, they rarely mentioned them. Everyone was just about, like, who liked who and such. No mention of having a stead was brought up. Romance wasn't serious then. But now, in secondary school, people gush over their latest squeezes and stuff, and...
Why do people take their submission into secondary school to :suddenly: become crazy over getting bfs/gfs?
Well, yeah. It's like once they enter sec sch they immediately switch to the oh-I-want-a-stead mood, which is so coquettish and lame. It's weird. And people get upset because they've broken up with their steads, their studies get worse (for some of em)...You get my drift.
I know I'm a hopeless romantic, but that's in books. Where the real thing is concerned, I think I'll wait a while more.
Homeworker
Operation Complete All Homework: Do Lit Poem this Saturday. Do book reviews on Friday. Finish history homework by tomorrow, Wednesday, unless I can finish them tonight, which is unlikely. For the rest of your homework, refer to your schedule. =
I hate homework. Seriously. Do you know how much Chinese homework we have? I thought that one week holiday previously (I've forgotten which month) was bad enough, but this is atrocious. Oh, why am I even complaining? I can't do anything except DO my homework, so I'll just keep my blxxdy mouth shut.
Anyway, Stacy, congrats on making some headway on your geography assignment.
Thank you, Stacy.
No problem, Stacy.
Stacy, why are we talking to ourselves?
Well, Stacy, I really don't know.
We must be mad.
Yeah, yeah...That would explain a lot.
I hate homework. Seriously. Do you know how much Chinese homework we have? I thought that one week holiday previously (I've forgotten which month) was bad enough, but this is atrocious. Oh, why am I even complaining? I can't do anything except DO my homework, so I'll just keep my blxxdy mouth shut.
Anyway, Stacy, congrats on making some headway on your geography assignment.
Thank you, Stacy.
No problem, Stacy.
Stacy, why are we talking to ourselves?
Well, Stacy, I really don't know.
We must be mad.
Yeah, yeah...That would explain a lot.
Hi
Hey,
Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you'll land among the stars. - Les Brown
The name sounds like "lesbian", don't you think? Lol.
That quote is what I've been trying to explain to Robyn ALL this while. Something like if you aim for 270+ for your PSLE, you'll get a good mark if you miss. Strangely, one sentence by this lesbian person explains what I have been trying to explain in complicated paragraphs. Oh, well. Life's weird.
Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you'll land among the stars. - Les Brown
The name sounds like "lesbian", don't you think? Lol.
That quote is what I've been trying to explain to Robyn ALL this while. Something like if you aim for 270+ for your PSLE, you'll get a good mark if you miss. Strangely, one sentence by this lesbian person explains what I have been trying to explain in complicated paragraphs. Oh, well. Life's weird.
Monday, June 06, 2005
ANTI-SLAGS
Quoting Robyn, I am NOT, I mean, DO NOT LUST after MUSHROOM. I do NOT like him, NEVER HAVE and NEVER WILL. Ah. Now that that's off my chest it's a relief, really.
P.S.S.T I finally understand why they lock madwomen up. I'm not safe in the least.
Well, yeah. Lusting I'll leave to the slags. =
The new music - it's weird, I understand, but I like it.
I sprained my ankle at hockey this morning, and apparently it's not as minor as I thought, cos my ankle's still hurting. Oh, well. At least I don't complain about it like certain people do. Wait, notice the lack of italics and bolds in this chapter? That's a sign - Stacy's...well, not in version normal currently.
Yeah right.
They played soccer just now. Note the word 'they'. Robyn and Amanda did, and why they'd want to I don't understand. Surely they understand that when the guys play soccer, they're only too glad to let the girls play because we'll fill in the goalkeeper positions that no one really wants. Again, note the lack of italics and bolds.
Sheeh, Stacy, you are weird!
By the way, Stacy, did you read that comedy-story on Lily and James? It is fine.
Stacy, are you even LISTENING?
Oh, c'mon, stop bugging me! I have homework to do. Not that I'm doing it, anyway. Note to self: COMPLETE GEOG ASSIGNMENT BY END OF THIS WEEK.
Which means that my dateline is this Sunday, midnight, when my mum's bugging me to go to sleep and I...I'm fretting about my dateline. Psh.
Here thy lies, rest in peace, dear post.
Kate Whitestone (How I developed this ridiculous pen name I have no idea.)
P.S.S.T I finally understand why they lock madwomen up. I'm not safe in the least.
Well, yeah. Lusting I'll leave to the slags. =
The new music - it's weird, I understand, but I like it.
I sprained my ankle at hockey this morning, and apparently it's not as minor as I thought, cos my ankle's still hurting. Oh, well. At least I don't complain about it like certain people do. Wait, notice the lack of italics and bolds in this chapter? That's a sign - Stacy's...well, not in version normal currently.
Yeah right.
They played soccer just now. Note the word 'they'. Robyn and Amanda did, and why they'd want to I don't understand. Surely they understand that when the guys play soccer, they're only too glad to let the girls play because we'll fill in the goalkeeper positions that no one really wants. Again, note the lack of italics and bolds.
Sheeh, Stacy, you are weird!
By the way, Stacy, did you read that comedy-story on Lily and James? It is fine.
Stacy, are you even LISTENING?
Oh, c'mon, stop bugging me! I have homework to do. Not that I'm doing it, anyway. Note to self: COMPLETE GEOG ASSIGNMENT BY END OF THIS WEEK.
Which means that my dateline is this Sunday, midnight, when my mum's bugging me to go to sleep and I...I'm fretting about my dateline. Psh.
Here thy lies, rest in peace, dear post.
Kate Whitestone (How I developed this ridiculous pen name I have no idea.)
Sunday, June 05, 2005
You make me wanna lala
Today I went cycling all by myself. First I went to Saranya's house by myself but she said she was going to watch this cartoon movie which started with an 'M'. Ok, so cool. Weird thing, she was in version Rapunzel, so she kept thinking that someone was there with me. I convinced her otherwise, but she still looked unconvinced. So much for going there by myself. Yeah, then I cycled ALL over the place, literally. By the way, d'you know that they bleeding demolished the WHOLE path which leads from the playground in Colchester? That is SO sad. But, you know what? On the way to Saranya's house I happened to see a kitten and two adult cats. Er...I know it's some pointless information, but I adore kittens, really. That kitten was exceptionally adorable, though. It was all white, except for one totally black ear. Cute.
And I spent the rest of the cycling spree in version solo. =)
P.S. Even a broken clock is correct twice a day.
Kate Whitestone
And I spent the rest of the cycling spree in version solo. =)
P.S. Even a broken clock is correct twice a day.
Kate Whitestone
I hate myself.
I've seriously botched up a friendship, back at home. What have I done? All I wanted was to make things right. Now things are so bad, I think I know what to do in the future: keep my butt OUT of stuff. Josh Groban rules. Celtic stuff is good.
Saturday, June 04, 2005
Aujourd'hui
JE SUIS TRES MALADE. Of course, I'm joking. If you fell for that, tant pis. Ok, that's lame, I know. I am NOT giggly! By the way, il est fine. Try to figure out my mixture of French and English. lol.
We Belong Together by Mariah Carey is fine. I love it. Je l'aime! Thanks, Elaine, for introducing such a BRILLIANT song to me, even if you did so indirectly. =) Tant pis I'll never be able to sing as well as her, but crap, it's not like I'm aspiring to be a singer or anything.
I think that Paula's in some deep shit. Emotional deep shit. I mean it. Today (it's seven minutes before midnight), well, just now, Robyn and I were looking for her at her house. We were kinda of shouting her name (doorbell wasn't working) when we realized that she was having another scream match with her mum. She was crying, blxxdy crying. She was like so deep in, crying that her mum didn't care for her. Crying and screaming. She was pretty hysterical. Gosh. Only this year I've started to realize that Paula's relationship with her mum is seriously bad. It's not like what I thought it was at first, some minor bad blood, this is...serious. It'll go down to ground zero quite soon, it seems. What can I possibly do? Paula's results in school are deteriorating. I know she can do better. She's just not trying, though she claims to. She needs some serious help. They say to use the problem to solve the problem. It'll be better if she could try to improve ties with her mum.
We Belong Together by Mariah Carey is fine. I love it. Je l'aime! Thanks, Elaine, for introducing such a BRILLIANT song to me, even if you did so indirectly. =) Tant pis I'll never be able to sing as well as her, but crap, it's not like I'm aspiring to be a singer or anything.
I think that Paula's in some deep shit. Emotional deep shit. I mean it. Today (it's seven minutes before midnight), well, just now, Robyn and I were looking for her at her house. We were kinda of shouting her name (doorbell wasn't working) when we realized that she was having another scream match with her mum. She was crying, blxxdy crying. She was like so deep in, crying that her mum didn't care for her. Crying and screaming. She was pretty hysterical. Gosh. Only this year I've started to realize that Paula's relationship with her mum is seriously bad. It's not like what I thought it was at first, some minor bad blood, this is...serious. It'll go down to ground zero quite soon, it seems. What can I possibly do? Paula's results in school are deteriorating. I know she can do better. She's just not trying, though she claims to. She needs some serious help. They say to use the problem to solve the problem. It'll be better if she could try to improve ties with her mum.
Friday, June 03, 2005
Years
You know, I was having dinner today when I suddenly thought of something...Well, yeah, I actually THINK. You don't have to back away like I'm gonna eat you or something. Contrary to what I think is the popular belief of the guys at Colchester (e.g. Shi Hao, Shi Hui, Suganthan, Sutthersan, Shi Jie), I am not a giggling bimbo. No, no, I am not.
Oh, so I'll be telling you what I was thinking at dinner time just now, then.
Er, I was kind of reminiscing over the first time I had recess in the canteen, in Primary 1. Kind of lame, but c'est la vie. But it seems, I dunno. I remember a long queue. My buddy was asking me what I wanted to eat, and I scanned the board but none of the food seemed appetizing. But I had to eat, right? Yeah, so I decided on Mee Soup. I think that was what it was called. My buddy asked me to pass her the money so she could pay for me. I remember I wasn't too sure about the whole process called "counting money", so I just dropped coin after coin into her outstretched palm, hoping that they'd amount to 50cents. Yeah, and she was gently coaxing me all the while. Must have been embarrassing. So when the 50cents was done with, and so was the queue, I got my Mee Soup. The problem - HOW to eat it. I hated chopsticks, you see. Somehow it all came out alright in the end. With a horribly humiliating aftermath.
But that's not the point. I was thinking more along the lines of my buddy; she was really nice. And...She must have been primary 5 then, four years older than me. She'll be in JC1 now. It seems odd when you think of it, you know. All your primary school seniors, most of whom you've never met, in Sec4, Sec3, etc. Those who were in Primary6 while I was in Primary1 would be in JC2 now. The weirder part is when you were in Primary 1, your Primary6 & 5 seniors seem SO old and grown up to you, but think of it, they're only 11/12 years old.
Life works in strange ways.
Oh, so I'll be telling you what I was thinking at dinner time just now, then.
Er, I was kind of reminiscing over the first time I had recess in the canteen, in Primary 1. Kind of lame, but c'est la vie. But it seems, I dunno. I remember a long queue. My buddy was asking me what I wanted to eat, and I scanned the board but none of the food seemed appetizing. But I had to eat, right? Yeah, so I decided on Mee Soup. I think that was what it was called. My buddy asked me to pass her the money so she could pay for me. I remember I wasn't too sure about the whole process called "counting money", so I just dropped coin after coin into her outstretched palm, hoping that they'd amount to 50cents. Yeah, and she was gently coaxing me all the while. Must have been embarrassing. So when the 50cents was done with, and so was the queue, I got my Mee Soup. The problem - HOW to eat it. I hated chopsticks, you see. Somehow it all came out alright in the end. With a horribly humiliating aftermath.
But that's not the point. I was thinking more along the lines of my buddy; she was really nice. And...She must have been primary 5 then, four years older than me. She'll be in JC1 now. It seems odd when you think of it, you know. All your primary school seniors, most of whom you've never met, in Sec4, Sec3, etc. Those who were in Primary6 while I was in Primary1 would be in JC2 now. The weirder part is when you were in Primary 1, your Primary6 & 5 seniors seem SO old and grown up to you, but think of it, they're only 11/12 years old.
Life works in strange ways.
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
irony
Both of 'em are nice and all, but they really get on my nerves sometimes.
I hate the June holidays. Curse Einstein.
I hate the June holidays. Curse Einstein.
How Droll
I thought I heard something as I cycled past. A faint...murmur?
I'm having major writer's block, currently. My LJ fic, "Ironically So", isn't progressing much. I deleted one whole chapter because it didn't make sense. It's supposed to make way for new ideas, but new ideas aren't coming.
Notable taggers MIA: Pei Ying, Rachel Q, Mary Anne, and pretty much all of my 6A classmates. Tant pis. (It's French, if your permanently addled dead grey matter in your head can't process that simple bit of information. It means too bad. Ditto.)
Someone help.
I'm having major writer's block, currently. My LJ fic, "Ironically So", isn't progressing much. I deleted one whole chapter because it didn't make sense. It's supposed to make way for new ideas, but new ideas aren't coming.
Notable taggers MIA: Pei Ying, Rachel Q, Mary Anne, and pretty much all of my 6A classmates. Tant pis. (It's French, if your permanently addled dead grey matter in your head can't process that simple bit of information. It means too bad. Ditto.)
Someone help.
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