orange and black

lifts and rude salesmen!

I got my nice turf shoes today, with a shoe bag to boot. Gray, with red or orange markings. Or marking. Anything. Pshaw. Okay, maybe they look fine, but I LIKED THE BLACK ONE! Too bad it didn't have my size. I have uber small feet ranging from size 4-6, depending on which brand you're talking about. With Bata, I'm a size 4. With Timberland, I'm a size 6. Sheesh!

Oh, did I mention that my shoe bag is also orange and black - matching my hockey stick? Heh. I'm obssessed with orange and black. Below is a list of all my orange and black stuff:

Bike

T-shirt

Hockey Stick

Shoebag

Sandals

Bag (though I don't use it)

Um...can't remember anything else.

THERE.

Oh, and I officially hate myself! I mean...oh, pshaw. Let's not talk about that. Anyway, we had a racing mock-competition between Saranya, Amanda, Shi Hao, Marcus, Sutthersan and I. Girls against guys: relay. Marcus was super slow. I always tied with Sutthersan. I was a few seconds behind Shi Hao - I guess. Depending on which person was in which position, the girls almost always won - or tied with the guys.

But as usual, they winded up playing soccer in the end, and also as usual, I opted out and cycled around instead of playing soccer. What do Amanda, Saranya and Robyn see in soccer and the color pink?

Yeah, so as I said, I cycled around and when I cycled past them sometime later I saw that they were joined by mushroom. The first soccer game in ages, and I wasn't there to see it...but, oh well. At least we they played. I don't really consider myself as one of them. More like I'm a freaking outsider. I always am an outsider. Well, most of the time. Outcast. "Pariah", as Robyn would say.

And the weird thing? I like it. =)

feelin' so good. Like real.

I'm under the city lights

It's on, its on tonight

My mood is right, its on its on tonight

Me and my girls

Tonight it's our world

I'm out tonight

Yea, I'm out tonight

Come on now

City Lights [jojo]

I. Am. So. Pissed! (for no reason at all)

cussing

-this is an edited post-

I suddenly miss primary school all over again. I don't know why, I just do. Everything just comes back to me. The canteen, the classroom, the parade square, the hall, the teachers, staffroom, prefect's room...etc...and everything that I did there. It's like I'm all nice and warm after drying myself off with a towel after being drenched by a huge wave, and suddenly another huge wave comes and I'm wet all over again.


But I'm going to bore you with all my schmaltz-ness. So I'll just swallow my sorrow and cry myself out inside. The LJ fic isn't getting on very good. How to you get a girl in denial to admit she likes this super-hot guy whom she's been hating for years? Okay, maybe I'm joking about the super-hot, but hey. J.K. Rowling did say that James Potter was handsome. Read the fifth book yehself! Don't we all love Hagrid. =)


Dikir Barat today was sick. That's what you get when you cross a bunch of hormonal (jaykay), perverted teens/adolescents with malay dance and mr. wong. Mary-Anne came up with a good way to combat wong guy. =) He said that she'd have trouble getting her chest to touch her knees. (outrage! this is called demeaning an innocent!) And she retorted (none too politely) that he'd have even more trouble getting his chest to touch his knees. Muahaha. He got what he deserved! =)


Okay, I sound so cheesy now. Cheesy. Mm. Don't you just love cheese? I especially love cheese sandwiches. Last month I had this weird obssession with them. I kept going downstairs in the middle of the night to make myself a cheese sandwich. Now I sneak down to chew on bubblegum. Yayness.


More than half my class is influenced by freaking fashion.

• -the names are censored because some people don't like it, and I can't blame them, because they have a right to their dignity. However, yiying, if you want the names of those I apparently insulted, you can go to http://zctoffensiveposts.blogspot.com/ where you can see

Okay, pshaw, I'm not counting anymore.

In case you don't know what I'm talking about (which, naturally, you don't), all these people wear low belts. People say that we're allowed to not wear the belt through the hoop, but that doesn't explain why people do that. Belts were supposed to be threaded through the hoop anyway. Look, I don't have a thing against these people, but maybe you should let me state my reasons...

I do not like to succumb to things. All these people, in my opinion, are weaklings who succumb to fashion pressure.And I think it's pathetic. People succumb to the vain grip of fashion because

• They want to be accepted.
• They want to be "special".
• They want to be cool. Ew.

Contradictory to what I told issy -I wasn't thinking correctly at that time- I do not think low belts are cool. I just think that they are what others think are cool.

Oh, well, about the "special" part: Look, if you think you're special because you wear a low belt and low ankle socks, you're wrong. Because if everyone's special, nobody is. Besides you guys, in a bid to "fit in" make an effort to be the same as everybody when out there, people are making the effort to be different.

This post is only meant to offend those who are guilty of whatever I just stated. If you are not guilty of these, why be offended? Pshaw.

dratted

I'm convinced that English Regency Romances (ERR) are one of the lamest kind I've ever read. Either that, or the English have bad taste in romance stories. It's like, he kisses her unprecedentedly, and then they fall in love and blah blah blah when only minutes ago they're both convinced of their eternal hate for each other. And, they are just so predictable! Well, the romance part is horrid, but the plotline (e.g.adventure, action etc) is very good. Or okay. Anything.


What's more, all the guys are national spies in disguise, use fake names, and the girl is so prissy and all that one moment and the next moment she willingly jumps into bed with him? Okay, I know this sounds crude, but it's so true.


You'd think the authors wrote the stories together, just put the plotline in their own style. Pshaw.

ha

off the heazy;


Someone who is not your real friend...
Reads your mail without asking you.
Does not respect your privacy. (which is about the same as above, but the above pisses me off a lot...)
Will not give up her happiness for your sake, even if that means you have to suffer. (which is exactly why practically none of us have true friends and are true friends!)
Doesn't care much for what consequences you suffer, as long as she/he's okay.
Does not respect you at all.
Like, is secretly jealous of you. [something I came up with, not that I suffer from this, or least I don't think so]


And...yeah, loads more. Thus, while I know I have companions, I do not have any real friends. I am also convinced that I myself am not a good friend.


Oh, and how many of you are convinced that your "best friend" will forfeit a chance to go to her bestest bestest (it's not a word, but yeah) idol's concert just to help you out with a really really really really really important project or whatever?


You're all deceiving yourselves...

cootbags

headless chooks! headless chooks! kill the pig! XD


Sorry, I'm so hyper I'm crazy...sort of. I mean, I have lots of literature homework to do and three short maths worksheets and a frickin PIANO CLASS coming up tomorrow, not to mention a blasted piano exam on the 10th of August, ON THE NATIONAL DAY HOLIDAY, and I'm hyper. Sheesh.


Don't you just hate piano? I'd rather do something cooler. Like drums. Mm, that'd be nice. But...you know what? It'd be nicer to not play any instruments at all. So Tuesday afternoons can be spent updating my LJ fic instead of having to deal with my nag-orgress of a piano teacher. bah


I can't hit, and I'm so freaked out by that. Okay, maybe I can hit, but only sometimes. On the rare occasion when my hitting is good, I'm ecstatic! Oh, and xun's baack. The seniors didn't make too much of a fuss of her return as I expected...or did they? haha, I don't mean to demean my seniors. I mean, they're my seniors. My nice caring lovable affectionate concerned seniors who always shout at us to hurry up when we're doing our warm up jog, bully us when they lose control of their ball and make us fetch it and give it back to them (okay, okay, jaykay! I know it's not their fault...) and our brilliant seniors who scold us to tuck in our t-shirts.


note sarcastic tone.


I'm bloody kidding. They are my seniors, after all, and they're nice and all...but they do have bad points. =P Ah, I'm such a hypocrite. Us juniors, or specifically me, have(has) bad points too. Like...we slack a lot? ack. Why am I talking about hypocrite-ness?


Anyway, this morning during PC, mary-anne was complaining of the cold in the mep room and mr. wong said that since she was wearing two layers -pinafore and blouse- she shouldn't feel cold. And mary-anne pointed out that of course he didn't feel the cold, cos he had long sleeves. And he retorted that it was the same. (of course it isn't the same, but he's just a dumb old cootbag) Following, michelle, um, demurely pointed out that it was three layers and not two.


She does know how to make people laugh. The whole class was chaotic. Ah, and then came the best -or second best- part; mr. wong commented that mary-anne didn't look like she needed three layers.


Isn't he mean? =)

enervate

I haven't got my turf shoes yet. Coach is so gonna kill me. Maybe I should just wear my track shoes. And then I'll get the turf shoes next weekend. D'you believe that in the whole of Thomson plaza, they only have one pair of turf shoes? Royal Sporting House sucks!


But anyway, I got a cd. I was spoilt for choice. Haha. I wanted to get monkey business at first but decided that it wasn't what I really wanted. I contemplated getting The OC's soundtrack, but decided against it for some reason I don't know...I got Jojo's cd instead. Right now I'm listening to track 2, and you know what? Whoever prepared the cd case sucks. It was totally spoilt! The front cover came off and I had to fix it back again, and those small little teeth that hold the cd in place BROKE. Bloody. They don't even provide the lyrics?! But I like her hat. Her fashion managers so totally rock.


They really should work more on the front cover, though. She looks too fat.


I've downloaded oh-so-many windows media player skins. =) And I'm gonna download more. Tata, people.

Your Blogging Type is Pensive and Philosophical

You blog like no one else is reading...You tend to use your blog to explore ideas - often in long winded prose. Easy going and flexible, you tend to befriend other bloggers easily. But if they disagree with once too much, you'll pull them from your blogroll!

http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz

What's Your Blogging Personality?

That is so true.

waves crash

I'm listening to Handel's "Hellelujah Chorus". It's really swell. Joy's right; we should have done Handel for the MEP project instead.


Finally, my mum approves fully of something I wear!


I'm going to update my LJ fic now.

yahda

Hockey was almost normal today. Easier, but I CAN'T HIT. Oomph, lucky coach didn't see my horrible hitting skills. Hockey-monkey is so darn boring, no matter how many people there are. I have a good dribble? Ah. Looks like all that practise hasn't gone to waste. But stupid, stupid hitting. Paula, or Saranya! One of you simply has to accompany me to Conway or the field to hit...tomorrow afternoon.


Oh, and ya know what, I've been chosen to bloody perform in the Dikir Barat thing! I have to wear a batik shirt (I hate batik) and the bottom hasn't been decided on yet. Mr. Wong says that I have good coordination. What does he mean? According to Merriam-Webster's Online Dictionary, it is, um, the act of coordinating -duh- ...which means:


1 : to put in the same order or rank2 : to bring into a common action, movement, or condition : HARMONIZE3 : to attach so as to form a coordination complexintransitive senses1 : to be or become coordinate especially so as to act together in a smooth concerted way2 : to combine by means of a coordinate bond


What the hell? I'm a good...peacemaker? He put me in the Dikir Barat thing because of that? Please, I don't even talk in school. Not much, anyway. Not in situations like...like Dikir Barat. And because I don't talk, how does he expect me to...peacemake? I believe in staying out of female catfights, thank you, because I won't stoop to their level.


Btw, check this out:



NATIONAL INTERSCHOOLSWIMMING CHAMPIONSHIPS 2005
Congratulations toour Swim Teams! C Division -- 3rd B Division -- 3rd Great job,teachers, coaches and girls!Well done!



NAT'L SCHOOLS TRACK & FIELD 2005
More Results Update.........Congratulations!
Kelly ( 2H) - Javelin (Silver) Cheng Cai Yi (2H) - Triple Jump (Bronze)Puah Si hui (3H) - Long Jump (Gold)Jocelyn Yeo (2H) - Discus (Gold)Kelly (2H) - Discus (Bronze)Joey Ng ( 1G) - Long Jump (Bronze)Amanda Quey - 80m Hurdles(Gold)Mabel Koh (1U ) - 80m Hurdles(Silver)Khoo Shi Hui - 400m (Bronze)Well Done Girls! Keep The SNG Flag Flying!
A BIG THANK YOU FROM SNG TRACK TEAM
A very BIG THANK YOUto all Teachers, EAS, Parents,PMB ExCo and all Studentsfor the great support atthe Track & Field Championships



NATIONAL SCHOOLSTRACK & FIELD 2005
Congratulations!C Division -- 2ndB Division -- 1stWell done,coaches, teachers and girls!Thanks for putting upa great fight!We are proud of you!



NATIONAL INTERSCHOOLARTISTIC GYM CHAMPIONSHIPS 2005
Congratulations to ourArtistic Gymnastics teams!C Division -- 2ndB Division -- 2ndWell done,coach, teachers and girls!



GIRL GUIDESINTERNATIONAL JAMBOREE CAMP
Congratulations to our 3 Guidesselected to take part in theInternational Jamboree in Denmark21 July - 3 August 2005Foo Si Rui (S3D)Oh Kai Li (S3D)Ong Zhijun Cheryl (S3T)Bon voyage!

.X.

Heck, they didn't even showcase the hockey achievements on the school website. We beat Teck Whye 2-0, thrashed Swiss Cottage 9-0, drew with Bedok Town at 1-1, and our achievements aren't announced? Please! We know that practically the whole school (or at least, Miss Susan LONG) is prejudiced against the noble hockeyers, but...this is...Jeezus. We are the higher. We are the nobles. We will take this in our stride and walk around proudly with our heads held high, ignoring the peasant-like gossip of the, well, peasants...and - oh. I sound like one of those pompous peacemakers. Ignore me. -slap-

STOP STOP STOP JUST CUT YOUR CRAP AND ASS OFF! I don't know if you know this, but I do, and if you've got insecurity - GET OVER IT. I want to be original, I want to be unique, and you're ruining it!


Urine, stop latching onto me, stop pestering me, stop stalking me, and just go away. Life was better before you decided to glue yourself onto me. Look, I don't want you around, so go away.


Okay, so now I've got these two outta my system...whew. HELLO Ling Yu! I'm so glad you received my letter. Even gladder that you still live there.


D'you know that Hui Ting wears a low belt? Ah, even the goodest good girl in faith wears a low belt. What a riot. Oh, and mr. Gan was hilarious today. ("Your blackboard so small leh...") For goodness sake, Gan, our blackboard is as large as the one you usually use. Just rub away whatever the previous teacher wrote on the board.


Ugh. I got 5.5/10 for my Physics test. At least I passed! I was expecting 3 marks. Mmhm. But it'll be an ugly sight in my PPR - Science Test 1, 55%. I simply have to do better for the next test. At least 8 marks. Frowndadoodle. Forgive me, I'm ballistic.


Racial Harmony is boring. 3 Faith put up the worst performance.


We didn't even get to wear costumes! Not that I mind, but the costumes add some pizzazz to the whole affair.


WAFFLES. I WANT WAFFLES. Jeezus.


I've decided to rewrite the last 15 pages (worth over 40kb) of my LJ fanfic, because it sounds out of point...and so cliche. (There's actually an accent on top of the 'e' but putting the accent there will destroy the whole word. Like this: cliché )


How utterly horrible. I love Thursdays.

waffling!

waffling

ooer. I've just realized that I've linked "My works" twice. Ha. Ego.


Mmm. Belgian waffles rock. yumyumyum


The first hockey training in ages! It was cool, I guess. No dribbling here and there like the usual. Coach actually played in a practice match. Hm, think about it, if we beat him, we're not only beating our coach; we're beating a world hockey star! Lol, I don't think that will happen unless he has occasional slips. But sigh, my hits; HORRIBLE. Well, not technically, but I did think that I'd gotten better. Lost touch, I guess. I need to practise. Tomorrow afternoon I'm dragging Paula along to conway to play. She's the only one of my friends who like, truly supports me in hockey and is content to watch me play. -glares- jaykay, jaykay...


Hm. I find myself surrounded by a number of nice-turned-bimbo-esque people. Girls, I mean. And himbos. Well, not really. More bimbos than himbos. What am I crapping about?

I love my blog so much that I blog like, once or twice a day? Haha. Must be hard for those who come here every two days or something. They have a LOT of posts to read. =) Oh, well. The more to read, the better. I flunked my physics test (I'M PSYCHIC, don't ask) but I know that I'll get 3/10 at the most, and... Ugh. Piano was okay, I guess, though sight reading sucked. I just cannot get sight reading. Nonsensical notes. PSH. But my teacher tested me, and she claimed that she was "lenient". Oh, bother. Well, I got full marks for Aural, 12/15 for scales, the pieces were just fine, and I did well for most cept for that blasted thing they call sight reading.


Did I tell yall? I got my FBT shorts. Don't think much of them, though Robyn and Amanda seem to love them. If I'm kind, I might just help them order a pair each next year. =)


Hm, I think I'm getting fat. Today I had to practically heave myself up onto the monkey bar. Squeezing through the holes are getting harder, too. eekzaroo. jaykay


I think I'll type anything I want to say, to avoid blogging again later. I swear, my obssession with blogging is unhealthy.


Umm...I'd like to thank all the people who tagged on my blog (YOU KEPT ME GOING!!) and I'd like to thank my mum for being so supportive -note sarcastic tone- for letting me use the computer, and instilling in me a sort of rock hard stubborn-ness that prompted me to never stop using the computer no matter how many times she screamed at me. I'd like to thank my dad for not interfering with my using the computer and letting me use it to my heart's content, unlike someone -glares-. I'd like to thank my sister for allowing me to push her off the chair so I could use the computer instead.


THANK YOU to all my msn contacts. Well, almost all. Robyn, Daryl, James, Clarissa, SNG acquaintances, ZPS acquaintances, um...my SN counsellors, my...what? Oh, forget it. You all had me hooked to my beloved computer because it was, um, lovely chatting with you online. You instilled in me a rock hard stubborn-ness that prompted me to never stop using the computer no matter how many times my mother screamed at me. (P.S. Don't you just love the art of copying, pasting and editing? :D ) Yes, yes, yes...


Oh, and my dear little mutt (it's an affectionate term, not an insult) Ricky, thanks for taking your rightful place below the computer table so I could rest my aching feet (ow ow ow) on you. You really do make a lovely foot rest. JAYKAY.


Thank you to the webmaster of ffnet. You provided me with hours -hours, literally- of neck-ache fun on the computer. -rubs neck- Computer-ing does make your neck ache.


Okay, that's my very very cliche thank you speech. Off to watch TV now.


Sat-Stace

blah

So far I've written two LJ one-shots, one BZHG one-shot, one Nat/Kit novel length, one Winnie/Jesse one-shot, and my LJ novel length is currently in progress. Bite what I said the other time. Lily is no closer to liking James than she was in fourth year. AU AU AU


HBP causes lots of stories to go A.U.


School was okay. I look forward to training tomorrow, but not the warm-up run, because my stamina sucks after no training for one week. Stupid stupid 1.2km run. But anyway. hockey once more. My stick feels like the north pole, I'm sure. Poor thing. *pats stick*


You know, it's like, I never really understood the meaning of "heart skipped a beat" or "heart pounding" before. But it sure felt like it yesterday.

novelties

Let's recap the new things I've gotten. New shoes, new shin guards, new hp book6, new personality...okay, it isn't much, and you probably don't understand what I mean by 'new personality', but I don't except you to, so no sweat.


I forgot to bring my maths worksheets and Mrs Seet made me stand at the back of the class with the other forgetful people. I swear I did them! I swear I did them! I swear I did them! I sucked for today's Maths test, couldn't explain why the median was the most unimportant. There's a physics test tomorrow. Physics sucks. And I thought it rocked. Jeez.
copycats suck

Oh, I seem to be suffering from perpetual hunger these days. I. Need. Equilibrium. What is WRONG with me? I wonder how hockey c'div's gonna play in today's match. It still is raining, and it was raining. Sigh. I. Want. To. Play! furquhar. farquhar. However it's spelt. (It's pronounced "fucker", not "far-quah". )


I was walking to the bus stop when I absent-mindedly made up the phrase "perfection dwindles with time". It applies to me.


someone give me a cheese hamburger without pickles. yum.


I HATE PICKLES.
I'm deluded.

their 'excellent' is my 'amateurish'.

I'll never say that I love someone because I've never loved in my whole life.

---

Wind choked the life out of the frail stemmed primroses. The flowers swung here, swung there, shaking their pretty petaled heads about as if in lunacy. The wind howled like a hungry wolf, famished, starving, wanting... Rain does not fall and neither does a tornado. There is just a furious, murderous and hungry wind, itching with strong unseen fingers to wreak and cause havoc and suck the life out of the living.

A pack of foxes cower in their den. Pretty things, they are. Copper and auburn fur, nurtured by mother and the cool scent of the earth, a bushy tail that represents all they stand for, curious, twitching whiskers and a moist black nose. The mother has just had her litter. Six young uns' suckle underneath her hungrily.

One of the babes has ventured too far to the opening of the den. The mothers barks in alarm and fear and the father makes to go after him, bushy tail swaying worriedly. That is his mistake.

The wind prowls the grounds, sniffing, touching, testing.

In the forests of the night, the howl of mother and wind rise above all and a frightened young fox cuddles up to his father as the two are whisked away into the depths of the night.

---

I can safely cross out 'new shin guards' and 'hpbook6' from my wishlist. Hooray hooray hooray.

shithead, you

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2477489/1/


I really don't know why I ignore him. I guess I hanker after indifference, to act like I don't care. He'd go past without sparing a single glance - but once- so I caught on, I suppose. Two can play at this game.


You're on.

la to the power of five

I was trying to find a way to explain to my maid how I lost my shoes. After all, she speaks mostly Malay. But I think English works best. I lost my shoes [I wish the MEP room didn't exist] and Ugenie lent me hers. THANK you Ugenie. You're my saviour of the day.


Yeah, today I've been both unlucky and lucky. I lost my shoes, Ugenie lent me hers. Almost got locked out of the classroom with my bag INSIDE, but I arrived just as they were locking it. And...what else is there?


Argh! I just remembered. I got second highest in class for the self-written poem. 14/20. Mrs. Tan said that it was apparently "very good". I don't mean to boast here, but hey, when you got it, you flaunt it. I ALSO got second highest in class for the lit mini essay, 21/25. The highest for the self-written poem is 15/10. The highest for the lit mini essay is 21.5/25. Grr. How come I always miss the highest rank by just a few marks?


Oh, well. I'll try to be contented with my results. The operative word is "try".


I'm getting hp6 tomorrow! I LOVE SATURDAYS!!!


hyper-ed up,
Stace

lies

they say you're hot
but i think not
cos when i thought
that you're just a lot
of piping hot
lies, i caught
you in the act - left you to rot
and thank my stars that i hadn't bought
you freaking lies; i fought
against trustworthiness, and sought


the truth.

blast it

Mmprh. After school we went with 1L, -ew-, 1H -they seemed nice, though weird- and some other sectwos to Toa Payoh swimming complex to watch some swimming tournament finals.


Raffles officially sucked. jaykay, no 'fence. RGS, RJ and RI won at least half of the awards there, I'm pretty sure. Grr. Oh, and SNG was embarrassing. Shu Wei and the other sec fours were way too enthu. They treated the whole thing like sports day? shudder.


And a lot of the sec one and two girls were embarrassing, themselves. I mean, they cheered LOUD and LONG that one idiot RIguy drawled at us to shut up. I wish I'd retorted a reply. And some others, including a VJ guy, covered their ears and cringed, literally, when we - they- cheered. And now we have the reputation of the worst screamers ever.


I wish I'd never gone to St. Nicholas. Why, oh why, didn't I put Anderson as my first choice?


Sucks to chij st. nicholas. For now.

damnation

I think I'm in love.


jaykay, people. Did yall really think that I believe in love? I don't believe that love exists...at the age of 13. Which is why I scorn many, many msn nicknames, in which shameless lotharios, both male and female, declare their undying "love" for someone.


Can they get anymore lame?

untitled

How could this happen to me

I've made my mistakes

Got nowhere to run

The night goes on

As I'm fading away

I'm sick of this life

I just wanna scream

How could this happen to me

I felt angsty and thought I'd include "Untitled"'s lyrics here. Yep.

[3...2...1...] AND THEY ALL COLLAPSE IN GIGGLES.

Sorry. I'm just referring to today's MEP class when Calida, Liu Yi, Kerina and Pei Hwa were presenting their radio thing project. It was just a draft presentation, and this really embarrassing thing took place in the video, and they all bent down laughing and disappeared from sight behind the table. Talk about enthusiasm.

Okay, piano just ended and surprisingly I got the rhythm of my sight reading correct, but the melody was, as teacher dubs it, "nonsense notes". Yeah. Oh, and I practised this piece for a helluva time and teacher said that I DIDN'T PRACTISE. Where is the fairness of it all?!

Oh, well. I'm listening to a sad song and I'm not touched because it's SO FREAKING LOUD. Sad songs should never be played on sky-high volume. That's why I'm currently turning it down.

...please wait while Stacy turns down the volume...

Back. It's down now. Could you believe that just now it was on max volume? Jeez.

I just might go out cycling now. And find Paula. She's my best friend and she hasn't been out in ages. How hellish is that? (For her, I mean) 3 hours a day studying in the dark...sort of. It's a wonder she's still spectacle-less.

plaisir d'amour

aw. piano class starts in about 10 mins or so. glory to be hell. Sheesh!

You know, I've discovered yesterday that chinese lit can actually be nice as long as the teacher keeps telling stories.

I'm getting sick of myself. Someone (calida?) nominated me for the freaking singa award. Like I'll even win it. Ya fighting a losin' case there, baby. Give up!

Oh, Amanda claimed that she saw the cat on the roof. My back was turned so I didn't see it. Maybe it's the same kitten which I saw ages ago; the one that's all white with one black ear.

la di frickin' da

blast it

Bugger you. Just as I thought my day couldn't possibly get any worse, what with having to stand in a super crowded bus, I saw mr.wong sitting on the seat in front of me. He looked at me once and looked away. Wanker. He did chat with some other sec4 girls on the bus, though. And he alighted at the stop before the interchange. Whew.

I got off at the interchange, went to AMK library, back to the interchange again and took 135 back home.

Joy, Yoceeda, Vanessa and I did the draft recording today in the computer lab. We finished at 3.15pm or so and the recording was SO imperfect. There were so many background noises, and so much static. Some of us stumbled over our words and once, instead of making the music softer, I paused it instead so you could hear a really long pause. Sheesh! At least it's only a draft recording. The real recording must be perfect...it must!!

Okay, and afterwards I called Ugenie, and found out that the bus going to CCAB had already left. Without me. How disappointing. I did want to watch the hockey match. Oh, well. I guess I'll go on Friday, or next Monday. I so want to play in the match!

But I can't.

Idiocy.

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2316116/1/

stacyohq

rational thoughts

I don't think you talk much,
At least not to me.
If only you could realize...
What us two could be.

I can't deny I want you,
But then I understand
That unrequited love,
Only time can mend.

I attempt indifference,
and I thankfully succeed.
I see that you're an ice king,
And I'm no other but queen.

The icy facade that shadows my face,
Conceals a wanting...of you.
The heart is a deceitful place,
And if I've hurt you...my boo.

Wanker, you made me fall
into something so consuming.
But it's warm here; I'd rather stay
And await your coming.

Can't deny I want you,
Yes, indeed, I do.
You taken my mind off maths,
Of history and english too.

This, I think, is bad.
But there's nothing I can do.
You either shut up and kiss me,
Or I'll leave, unknowing, a fool.

Is it possible to like and hate someone?

---

It certainly isn't my best. I'm sure I can write better than this god-forsaken thing. I just came up with the idea of a love poem, since I write few of these.

fcuk

Life just got better.

It's always nice to read LJ fics.

You must read this: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/898884/13/

Goodbye.

fuck

The normally light-hearted Neil Humphreys has taken a break from his comic writing to decry the London bombings. I don't find Neil Humphreys funny, just amusing, and just in case you're dim-witted, there is a difference between "funny" and "amusing". Well, according to my definitions, that is. To me, "funny" stuff makes me laugh out loud. Amusing stuff just makes me smile a bit and then I hop off to the next sentence. Not literally. But anyway, this ain't the point here. Poor Neil Humphreys - half of his relatives had close encounters with death. In fact, all the survivors had close encounters with death.

Imagine, what if terrorists turn their attention to, say, Malaysia? Or even worse, Singapore? Considering the close ties we have with America, I don't think it's impossible. Maybe Singapore's just too well guarded. London had its guard down when they attacked, what with the 2012 Olympic victory and all.

Many westerners are moving to Singapore, after all.

But anyway, my dad's got a new handphone. Pretty.

I Solisti Veneti

I found my fav black shirt. It was missing since last December and this morning, like POP and it was in the wardrobe with the rest of my clothes. Awesomeness. I finally have a plain black shirt again. Don't you just love black? Gothic, I know, but sucks to your opinion because I don't care.

I want to watch I Solisti Veneti, a show put up by an Italian chamber orchestra... 13th July, Victoria Concert Hall. Concerts are nice as long as I don't have to write concert reports. But anyway, I don't think I'll get to go. No one'll be willing to spend $38, MINIMUMLY, on a concert. But the orchestra is the best in Italy...sigh.

Saw Rachel at French today. I recognized her instantly. She's one of these people whom you can recognize whether her hair is tied up or not.

Not me.

Lots of people say that I look very different when I let down my hair, as compared to when I tie it up. Bugger.

I'm re-infatuated with LJ fics.

LOTF

peninsula

PENINSULA PLAZA. That's where I seriously need to go. Coleman Street, North Bridge Road. As you see, I've done my research. Now, how to get there? Without my parents ferrying me, of course. Bus. Must take bus. Robyn must guide me. SOMEBODY HELP.

I've been taking an interest in angsty music, black/silver/dark green jewellery and classical music lately. All that Vivaldi must be getting to my head. But I still think classical music is pretty nice. Now I can safely raise my hand whenever wongy asks who sincerely likes classical music.

I've come to the conclusion that you don't have to have a specific reason to accessorize. I used to save accessories for parties, banquets, wedding dinners, family reunions and such, but now I try to wear at least a piece daily. Subtly. This is to ensure that my accessories don't collect dust in one pretty little corner.

Oh! I've just realized that [la mattinata] is Italian for [the morning]. I thought it was French.

plaisir d'amour means pleasure of love in French.

France and Italy rock my world. Figuratively.

Liu Yi and Erin keep pestering me about the projects. Please, I know that the datelines are drawing close, but I have more important matters at hand. Can yall like, start without me first?

I love my hockey jersey. Too bad I can't wear it this year. I tried it on, though, and it's a little too tight. I'll have to get a larger size next year. Two sizes larger. Or maybe one size larger. But I'll keep the number. 27. Twenty seven. TwennySeven.

27

damn yall

Here are a couple of friendly shoutouts for people in my class.

Stop stalking me. Stop asking if you can be in my group, because if you're in my group then one of my usual group members can't join. Stop ruining my life. Just because you're acquainted with my ex-classmate doesn't mean you can stalk me. Go away. Um, please.

Stop imitating my style.

Kerina and Liu Yi, please stop being so pessimistic and freaking everyone out. I know yall are practically joined at the hip, but that doesn't mean you have to rub off each other. One pessimist is enough, ya hear? Enough.

Wong guy, stop having such a strict criteria.

I know you people make one huge big friendly group, but that doesn't mean you have to get all lesbiany.

Stop giggling! Your voice is too high pitched. High pitched voiced people don't make good gigglers.

When you walk, please don't shake your hips. You're a model gone horribly wrong. No figure, no walk, no voice, no looks...eugh. You disgust me. Oh, well. At least you're a model. (That's the pessimist in me)

Hey, are you sure you haven't undergone plastic surgery? Your skin is stretched so tightly over your face that it can't possibly be natural. The surgeon must have botched up the job. Poor thing.

Please, it's a horrible nickname.

You Raise Me Up

Oh, bugger. I won't get to watch the tournament matches. I thought I would. Bloody. But anyway, I ordered the FBI shorts. What does FBI stand for? Fat Butt Initiation? ha.

I'm listening to Josh Groban's You Raise Me Up again. It's a nice song. Sounds a bit medieval. I love his music. He's fairly handsome, though not as nice as Tom Felton.

Oh well, hockey then. My grays stick won't get to see any real action this year. Maybe next year. Coach had better choose me to play backs/left mid in the next friendly, whenever that is. I need to get new socks. My current ones have expanded so much. And new shin guards. Mine are way too large...so much empty space! Maybe a new hockey ball, mazon. Let's see...a shoe bag? Nah. A hockey bag, maybe. To keep my stick in.

But one costs $30+. Oh well.

Note to self: Visit peninsula during the sept hols.

Lord of the Flies rocks. It's wizard, as Ralph'd call it. Ha. The author is brilliant, though he seems to like death. First was this guy beaten to death. Then piggy fell 40ft into the sea, cracked his head, stuff came out. Both guys were washed away by the sea.

Gruesome.

But LOTF still rocks.

I just might read LOTR.

HP6 coming on 17th.

wheeee

italian

I'm blogging again. Hi.

Olinda weighed 80kg when she was 14. I wonder if that makes the oxymoron feel any better.

I'm make a mental note to check the board outside the PE department tomorrow during recess. I need to check if I'm posted into the Healthy Lifestyle Club, aka TAF club. Serious. Maybe not, though. I dunno. Do I look fat or something?

I wonder if I've mentioned this before, but I'm the only 100% Chinese in spar. Amanda is half peranakan. Robyn is half European. Paula is half manchu. The latter's mother claims that a distant relative, or her great-grandmother, was royalty.

Sounds incredible. But then again, there're lots of incredible things in this world.

But that doesn't change that fact that I've the most uninteresting race among my friends. Chinese. Psh.

TOURNAMENT'S ON MONDAY. I can't wait to watch it. I can't wait to watch it! At least I won't have to wear the semi-mini skirt.

Makeup so totally sucks, but accessories rock my world. That was just random.

Yesterday I got a sucker for a stitch. It hurt bad. So bad that I had to stop jogging during hockey. Usually if it's just a normal stitch I'll go on running. But that one hurt.

A lot.

My stamina sucks.

Sucks to stitches.

don cha

Don' cha wish Friday didn't exist? I've survived four days of the school week. One more day, and weekend bliss...

Monday's the tournament. I have zilch chance of getting into the team now. sob

But anyway, at least there's still next year. And next next year.

Robyn and Amanda had a crazy idea of climbing down into this big drain beside the playground, so I led them in and for most of the way, and then Amanda led the way, and then we climbed out. I haven't been in the drain for aaaaaaaaages.

I think mushroom's sister is in sng, or is she not? I saw her entering their house clad in the sng uniform. Maybe she is. Maybe. Just maybe.

We saw Daryl today -though I'm not sure if that's the spelling of his name- and Amanda said hi to him. Aww, someone's being unfaithful...

Ok, someone help me figure out Robyn's secret ambition? She doesn't want to be a perfume designer -all her perfumes would smell like rancid meat-, she doesn't want to be a model - she'll trip on the aisle-, she doesn't want to be a photographer -she herself once said that she has shaky hands-, she doesn't want to be a toilet cleaner - though I'm convinced that she'll make a brilliant toilet cleaner.

And it's got something to do with Paris.

She wants to design hats? Dresses? She wants to be a matchmaker? Wedding arranger? Bridal bouquet florist? Paris, after all, is the city of love.

Ohh, well. MEP sucks. chij sucks. Being in a girls' school sucks. Ok, maybe MEP doesn't suck...much. Being in a girls' school isn't that bad, I suppose, because us girls can talk about stuff we'd normally be embarrassed to talk about if boys are around. But chij sucks.

It's so god-revering that it's sickening.

In case you don't know, I'm not a christian anymore. But it's not like I ever was.

I just can't believe in God.

But I'll respect other religions, all the same. I'm now officially a freethinker. Another way of putting it is that my new religion is happiness...unselfish happiness.

Rita mentioned that one look at me and you'd know I was a good girl. She's got it all frickin wrong.

Sucks to the good girl rep.

They've all got it wrong.

paradox

I found my lost review paper! Thankfully I found it before I started doing the new one I printed out. =) It IS a waste of paper, though, but I won't die.

London won. I was hoping for Paris to win, but oh well... It's seven years away, after all. The hockey tournament starts this coming Monday, and I won't be playing. I really, really want to play. I mean, who wouldn't?

I still want to play backs. =\ Too bad Clarice and Enru have already claimed their spots as the reigning defenders in the team...I'm nothing. I mean, in our usual training matches. Not the real tournament. Maybe next year I can defend for the school team. Yeah, that'd be nice.

Oh, oh, oh, a record! 25 contacts online on msn, is that cool or not? The most I've had before is about 16-19.

Anyway, I've just watched Charmed. Leslie is leaving - how sad is that? Phoebe must be real upset. All her loves leave her in the end. Last season it was Jason, Justin, what...? Psh.

Do you like the new layout? The new music? I made the layout. =) Ok, maybe not REALLY, but hey. The picture is mine.

Though I'm going to make a couple of changes here and there.

cya
Stace

bugger

I have to redo a seven page long Maths paper because I lost my previous copy. Great, just great. Don't you just hate maths?


I'm re-loving poetry. Nowdays I keep printing out poems I like. There's this poem, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by someone and it's seven parts long, each part an A4 page long. A seven page poem. How crazy is that? But I don't think that's the longest poem.


Hockey rocked today. Coach didn't come. I think the primary girls had a competition. I got to play backs for the match - for the first time in MONTHS. Some people were wondering if I was better off playing left mid or backs. I don't know, but I do know that I prefer playing backs. The only problem is that I keep moving up front of the field, though I'm supposed to stay behind. Not that front, like forward front, just, you know, crossing the middle line slightly.


8 minutes are going to be up soon. I'd better stop blogging. Then I can bathe and start on my dratted Maths homework, hopefully completing it by 8.30pm, when I will watch Charmed.


Please don't call me childish.


I still think Charmed rawks.


Assed off
Stace

this is awesome. not.

Hey people, missed me? I didn't blog for one day, you know.


Oh, I've just realized that the taller the person, the longer her/his msn nickname will be. Trust me, it's true. For those I know, anyway.


My piano teacher is freaking mad and freaking nice at the same time.


Maybe I'm the mad one.


Oh well.

heyy

I've just returned from the milkrun. It was scorching hot, but you know what? NO TAN AT ALL.


Oh, well. We arrived there early in the morning - about 11.45am or so? And we only started the walk/run at 4.30pm or so. Lame, eh? The whole thing was a killer for my legs - absolutely no where to sit, cept for the kerb and the road. They had to do. Mmhm,


and when we first started the run, everything was so SQUEEZY. It was like, every "step" we took was only 1cm or so? Like we were shuffling our feet.


I'll never shuffle my feet ever again.








Yeah, ok. But as the thing progressed it got less crowded, presumably cos the faster walkers/runners were at the front, and the slower ones got left behind. Yeah. I jogged and walked alternately. I sprinted the last 100m or so. Surprisingly Erika, Liu Min and some other sec2 hockey senior said hi to me as I crossed the finishing line. Actually saying "hi" to the loner aka outcast? Whoa. Oh well. I "hi"ed them back.


I ate 9 mini pancakes. They tasted real nice. Cheese, peanut, and red bean. Yum. Oh, and I constantly smsed Robyn throughout the thing, that is, before the run, because I was so bored. Haha.
You know, SJI has loads of hott guys.

St. Theresa, SJI, NCJC and some others were there. Our school did a cheer routine but I couldn't see it because a crowd was milling round them and I was too short. That's what you get for being 1.49m. Yes, I've actually GROWN by 2cm. Surprised? Sheesh.
Lots of guys in SJI are either cute, hot, or drop dead sexy.

There was a really big crowd as the walk/run started, but I managed to squeeze through some people. That's the advantage of being midget-ly and 1.49m tall.
Ok, maybe I'm joking about that "drop dead sexy" part. But lots of them are definitely cute, and hot. =)

You know, I wish CHIJ weren't so god-revering. It's brainwashed all it's students into signing warm fuzzies/letters with "Take care and God bless". Hmph.


Anyway, I've realized that secondary school has more pains than I thought. Now, when I read my p6 "excellent model compositions", I think that they're really childish and Satan must have had a hand in my getting 36/40 for a composition which I now think is uber-lame.


Stace

deja vu

Yep, it's confirmed. Robyn's a full-blown carbon copy of xiaxue.


...


Must be something in the Cardiff air. I'm glad I live in Colchester. =)


Hanging out with Saranya is always pretty relaxed, that is, if she's not coercing me into playing soccer. The guys are so...indifferent. Read post below for more details.


Yeah, I've updated my LJ fic a LOT in the past few days. When my writer's block dissipates, I'll always make sure that I write as much as I can before it comes back again. Ugh. Writer's block. But now, Lily is on the verge of discovering, and admitting, that she likes James. She's currently in denial. =) And at the most, it'll be five chapters more before they really get together. I've got the epilogue planned out already. Ironically So is my baby. Refer to www.fanfiction.net/~stasya to read my fic. LilyXJames rules.


I wonder what fic I'll write next. I'm planning a super short, maybe sweet, one-shot, HrBZ. I know that most of you probably don't know what I'm talking about (with the exception of Robyn), but who cares. I certainly don't.


Ah...Don't Phunk With My Heart rocks. I wanna get Monkey Business.


The new layout is STILL in denial.


There was once I mis-typed "hockey" and ended up typing "oxkey". Oxkey. Oxkey. I like it! OXKEY!


You know...some people are just blur.


I know I am.


Forgive me. Everything's so f-ing mixed up today!


staci

je pense

Dear blog, I've finally realised that perhaps Shi Hao isn't as mamaboy-esque as I thought. He actually goes to the Esso near our houses? Seriously. I thought he stayed at home and played football/badminton/basketball so much that he'd forgotten all about Esso. Oh, well. Maybe I'M the ignorant one for thinking that he's mamaboy-esque.


Amanda and Saranya called Shi Hao a "betrayer" today. Apparently they wanted to play badminton/soccer/basketball with him, Shi Jie and Marcus, but he claimed that he had a sprained ankle and couldn't cycle or play any sports. And then later, we saw him kicking around a soccer ball with Shi Jie, and later cycling to Esso. They call him a betrayer. Funny, isn't it, how girls always seem to pretend to hate the guy they like? Yes, yes. Amanda and Saranya have BOTH confessed that they like Shi Hao. Lol. Talk about infatuation.


Hm, I think he just doesn't want to play with us girls. I wouldn't blame him, because playing with 'us girls' means having to deal with scores of teasing (courtesy of Amanda) and our amatuerish sports skills. Hmph. I'd beat him in hockey anytime...but only because I presume he's a sucker at hockey.


I'd better stop rambling about him. After all, since I'm talking so much about him, people might get the idea that I like him, which is untrue. I mean, Saranya/Amanda are the ones that like him. A guy can only have so many girls falling at his feet. I don't like him.


After all, what's there to talk about Shi Jie, Marcus and Shi Hui, who's Shi Hao's brother? (No, Shi Jie isn't Shi Hao's brother, he's just a neighbour) Ok, I'll mention that Marcus is almost an exact replica of Kester from 6A04, BONE skinny, literally, short and a little retarded. Ok, maybe Kester wasn't retarded - just acted like he was-, but you get my drift.


The worst thing about Marcus is that he likes me - and he's a year younger than me? Please. That time he was standing in the middle of the road, shouting "I like Stacy". Or something like that. I thought he was joking - I HOPED he was, but up till now he still keeps staring at me. How freakish. Saranya says that he really likes me, but...I'm an ice queen when it comes to the-boy-likes-me-but-I-don't-like-him situations. Believe me, I've handled four of these already. And I look like a troll. Poor beautiful-girls-all-around-the-sad-world.


Shi Hui, well, he's polite, and his maturity is quite ok. But I just don't like him. I know that I'm unreasonable, illogical and all, and pardon me, but there's just something about him which I don't like. I think it's that air of thinking that he knows everything? Maybe, maybe. Tell me if you feel the same way, yeah?


Amanda says that Shi Jie is fashionable, but I thinks she says that only because he wears her favourite brand of clothing - OP. OP isn't very...desirable at SNG, the last time I checked. One of my hockey teammates said that OP is very 'auntie'. You know, I have to agree. The designs and stuff are just so...so year 2000? Eugh. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating, but I'll settle for Converse anytime. Paula says that he has this 'I don't give a damn' look all the time, and I think that he sounds like it too. His way of speech is so Singlish-esque...which means it also sounds pretty vulgar. I mean, all Singlish sounds vulgar. That's why us Singaporeans are world-renowned for our horrible speaking skills. And I think that he's the only truly tall person in the whole of Colchester. Shi Hui is short for his age, Saranya, Paula, Amanda and I are short, Shi Hao is short, Suganthan is short, Sutthersan is short. Shi Jie's the only tall one around.


Lucky him.

grind with me

does anyone, Anyone have the song Hollaback Girl? Not just the tune, but also Gwen Stefani's singing? Please send it to me, Please! =)


My class still has to run for the milkrun thing. Ack, this ain't right.


Am I...sane? I've downloaded midis of the national anthems of other countries: Austria, Italy, France, Barbados, and something else...