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I went to ZPS today for their teacher's days celebrations. You know what? He is so obviously trying to be cool and impress someone. He practically swaggered in, wearing some sling bag and acting like some big-shot. And his shirt was tucked in! Ugh, I know I'm being superficial, but I have to say this - tucked-in shirts suck! They just look geeky, and to him, it is not a good idea to tuck in your shirt if you're trying to be cool, trying being the objective word.


I don't intend to be mean, but his dressing sense sucks.


Nuff said. I arrived at about noon and amazingly Delphine managed to be earlier than me, even though I left first. I wish I knew how to walk to ZPS from the stadium. She took that route, thus she was earlier. Oh, well. At least I got there. I met up with the pl-lites on the way to zps and walked the rest of the way with them, and upon reaching the school I joined Delphine, Sarah and Valerie.


Is it me, or has Sarah not grown much? heh, no offence. Maybe I'm just taller.


The ZPS' trademark concert (which doesn't change much every year) was boring, as usual.


Mr. Liew talked to me regarding my sister. That was it. According to him, my bratty little extrovert sister is actually super introverted in class, and stares at him dumbly whenever he asks her a question in Chinese class. LMAO. That's a slightly ruder version of what he really said, but well, you know what? Mr. Liew had this HUGE stack of presents on the seat beside him in the hall, and everyone could just walk past and have a full view of him. It's almost as if he were trying to show off his gifts. Ha.


Mm, nothing much after that. I was planning to talk to Mrs. Choy -she's the best teacher to talk to, apart from Mrs Lee- but I didn't get a chance.


Oh, and some Malay guy whom I presume is one of the 6G2004 guys mockingly said hi to me as I walked past to the staff room. It was like a drawl of "Hi Stacy". His tone was very mocking. And sarcastic. And drawling, but I think I've mentioned that. I turned around and was like, who the heck is this? But he probably knew me and I probably knew him so I went (rather dumbly. deja vu?) "Wha...? oh, hi."


Even though I didn't recognize him at all. Maybe he was Faris from last year. Maybe. His hair was dyed. How horrible. =\ And I continued walking.


I didn't exactly get to really talk to any of the teachers. I just listened around, caught up on some banter and stuff.


to suwenn - if you read this, did you ever have a crush on a guy from chung cheng high? My classmate said that someone named suwenn from st.nicks liked some guy in her class...she thought you were my classmate at first. =

ZPS Annual Prize Presentation 2005, here I come... in a few months time.


Guys -not just the wannabe idiot I talked about- are such showoffs. Teddy was the only nice one!


I didn't recognize a lot of people. My memory must be failing.

If there's anything I hate, it's people who steal my lines. No, Robyn, I knew what you were thinking the other day and I ain't directing this at you. But get this straight, people who know me and have read my trademark poem - Colourless Butterfly is copyright! I know that people who have never read my poem can use the phrase all they like, but anyone who HAS read my poem - look, it's not nice to steal others' creativity juices! =\

Fack. Argh. GR. ACK. AH. -insert series of grunts and snorts here-


Hmph. I'm just pissed, so WORRY.


Forget it. =

As you can see, and if you remember, I broke my no-computer-from-monday-to-thursday-except-for-school-purposes rule. But I thought I deserved a break. I mean, well, out of the past 14 days, I've only truly enjoyed my lovely computer for SIX days. YES, S-I-X. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Thus I thought I should reward myself (aka slack).


I did some work on the website we had to do for p.e. It's the only project with which I've actually had FUN. Our christmas carols were oh-so-boring. Even though I came up with the idea of Christmas carols.


I'm getting lazy. I've only just realized how much time hockey takes up, because now, in the blissful absence of hockey trng, I have much more (MUCH) time on my idle-some hands. But I still wish hockey training wasn't cancelled for two weeks. I'll be lagging behind the next time we have our 3 round jog. Really and truly lagging - my stamina sucks.


The travel agency thing today was boring. I just sat around, did origami, and practically did nothing. >_> It's just a game of pretend. And, where games of pretend are concerned, I'd rather do roleplay.


G'bye.

oh, eff you. That's just slaggish.

oh, wow. SNG's homepage has a whole new layout, complete with flash and all. MITS, I love yall. Link here: http://www.sngs.sch.edu.sg/ It's a bit messy, though.


Strauss's 'Emperor Waltz' is nice.


A blog isn't a diary. A blog is something you use to tell others what you feel and what you think. Diaries are private. Blogs aren't. Diaries are your confidantes. Blogs are your message boards.


Point taken?


Good.


I love life. I'm feeling much better now, as compared to yesterday.

i am fond of creating abstract nicknames

This blog post is written on impulse.


On Daniel Ong or someone's radio show on 98.7, there was this part about a guy sending in an sms. Something about telling girls to stop dropping hints. It went something like this:


Subtle hints don't work. -insert blah blah blah here- Obvious hints don't work. -ditto- JUST SAY IT.


Hello? You guys must be really dense if you can't even pick up obvious hints. And, please. Normal people drop hints because the truth is too ugly for your delicate little male ears! Fine, then. You want us to 'just say it'? Blxxdy.


If you want, I'll be the most TACTLESS person to walk the earth. I'll point out all your bad points and make particularly harsh comments on whatever yellow polka dotted thing you're wearing.


That's what you all mighty, egoistic, immature teenage males want, huh?


Look, I'm not prejudiced against teenage males. Or any male, for that matter. I am most likely gonna date one. Or two. Or three. Or anything. After all.


It's just that males are so insufferable.


The angst filled male - thinks that he suffers the most in this entire world. He comes pleading and begging to you when he's stuck in some tight spot, and then ignores you completely when his life is nice and carefree and sunshine is practically dripping off him.


The typical male - thinks that females nag a lot. He is, well, sort of chauvinistic. Proud. Basically, he's a typical male.


Oh, forget it. There're so many types of males in this world I can't list them all.


But still. It is so hypocritical when males accuse females of being naggy. I've had more than my fair share of naggy males! Like fathers. And they dare call our mothers naggy. No, my father has never called my mother naggy and vice versa, but this is the kind of thing which you know exists somewhere in this unfair world.


This world is still as chauvinistic as it was in the 17th century. Chauvinism is just much more subtle.


But despite whatever I've just said, I still think that guys shouldn't carry a girl's handbag. I personally detest handbags as slingbags work perfectly fine for me. And the whole feminine idea doesn't quite work where I'm concerned.


But, sheesh.


Please note that this post was written before my anger had simmered. I don't mean to offend any males, just the EGOISTIC, conceited, hypocritical, naggy, chavunistic ones.


I will still be staying off the computer every monday to thursday. Except during the school hols.

Mars

Sigh. This is a bad phase. You know it's bad when I'm sick of fanfiction and gaiaonline and fictionpress and writing. And you know it's bad when I start reverting to neopets to find solace. Blogging is the only kept-alive flame. Jesus. Let's pray and hope that this phase will end.


Oh, I forgot I'm no longer a Christian.


I. Can't. Believe!


That's my fault, innit?


Uh, no.


Forget it.


BLISS SO SUCKS.


I'm supposed to be happily blogging away, after which I'll hop off to fanfiction to drown myself in LJ and DMHG and BZHG fics, simply because it's the weekend. But no, I'm staying here, bored and blogging, wanting to freaking go outside!!!


So, you'll ask, why don't I go outside.


No, I ain't grounded.


I just...ARGH. THE PHASE THE PHASE THE PHASE.


EFF YOU.


Anyway, this morning I bought a book from Popular. It's a book which I originally thought was dumb and bimbo-esque and stuff. But today, I bought it anyway because of The Phase when optimism is at its peak, such that bad things look good.


And surprisingly, it was a really good read, though it got boring at times. The author has managed to put down in words what I've been thinking all this while...Anyway, it's the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, second book in the series, by Ann Brashares. I'm most like Tibby. And a bit of Bridget.


I'm getting the third book.


But of course, that's what I always say. I mean it, but sure, I never put my words into action.


I frustrate myself.


It sounds ironic, but it's very very very common.


Especially among people who turn 13 in the year 2005.


Everyone, let's go to Mars.

13 Days is on full blast on the computer.


__ things you didn't know about me.


I decided a while ago that I didn't like coconut yoghurt.


I don't know how to pronounce 'paranoia'.


I give really corny nicknames to disguise the real names of others. For example, pillowcase.


I need contact lenses.


I'm getting sick of the computer.


I just might stop blogging altogether, but think, like, about 10 years later.


I pine for a book in a series which I've never found and thus never read. It's titled "Circle of Stones", and the last book of that series, I only read a few years ago and I've practically forgotten everything about it. I only know that I love it and I wanna read the final, last book. If you have that book, loan it to me. Or give it to me. That'd be much better.


I cannot tolerate chauvinists. Chauvinists suck. They really do.


I support homosexuals, even though I'm not one, and no, this is not a dig at imposter liu yi.


I ditched Christianity a few months ago. That's why I don't recite sng's daily morning prayer.


I didn't bother to memorize the Chinese version of sng's daily morning prayer. I didn't even know it existed at first, until one morning during assembly.


Ditto for the Chinese version of our state pledge, but I've picked up the lines already.


Emma Watson and Tom Felton are the only truly good looking ones in the HP show. Daniel Radcliffe and Rupert Grint look okay. Snape looks horrrrrrrrrrrrrrrible, but it must be all that hair grease.


In the past, I used to walk really really really slowly. Like in primary 5. That's why Pei Ying was always asking me to walk faster, heh. But now, I don't know why - I walk really, really, really, really, really, really quickly. My life seems so rushed nowadays and I can't stand it.


Right now, I feel lazy.


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G'bye.

baby baby baby i'm a rock star


God. I haven't written anything yet, but I can just feel the writer's block looming heavily before me. My imagination is zilch! Yadda. Blubber. Squelch. GAH.


ARGH. I just...feel...so wretched. I'm not even looking forward to the 1 week hol. Oh, and enrichment week's gonna be OH-SO-BORING. DAMN YUCK EEEEE.


I feel horrible today! It's one of those inexplicable feelings you get, and damn you, they are so not mood swings.


Sniff. I hope Saranya and the guys play today. I need some evening fun to pep me up. Or maybe I'll bike over to Esso and get a coke. That sounds good. Oh, and plus kitkat. I can't live without kitkat. There, I'm beginning to feel better already...


Who am I kidding?


Did I mention, ever since June or so I've begun to actually really like classical music...Grieg and Handel are good. Damn MEP. Must be too much musical influence. And the weird thing is, I'm getting more devoted to the piano. I actually voluntarily - willingly - started to learn to play Rondo Alla Turca a few days ago...it's my favourite song. I borrowed the score from liu yi. And Rondo Alla Turca so rocks.


That sounds weird. I mean, who says that classical music rocks? The words 'classical' and 'rock' so do not go together.


I've read some good books recently, and the bad part is that, as usual, they're borrowed from the library. Whoever founded the first library sucks. I hate returning books that I get attached to.


I'm debating over whether humans are kind/evil by nature. Mengzi and Xun zi are so contradictory. Recently, I've become obsessed with increasing my literary knowledge. And they say that if you can read Hardy, you can read anything - in literary terms. Thomas Hardy's novels are impossible to read, so I borrowed a book of his poems. Call me a nerdette but I happen to like poems. There.


oh, and 31st Aug is coming. I just hope that ZPS doesn't have a half day on that day, cos I might be able to return to my mother school and see all my teachers and classmates. Our dear principal of SNGS decided that we could be dismissed from school at 11am. I think I'll take a taxi to ZPS, if I can find one. Buses are too tedious.


Seriously, Robyn, I don't know how you survive on bus transport alone...


and your legs, of course.


Must be the Eurasian blood. =

heh, jaykay.


It's funny. Flipper, you know. How can we be on such good terms online, and then totally ignore each other when we meet each other? We weren't exactly good friends in primary school, but then, you don't have to brush past me in school as if your status is higher than mine.


Anyway.


PILLOWCASE, you SUCK. And you remind me of a pillowcase.


-failedpessimist

...

I was wondering, what if suddenly I started acting like my sister? Would my rents notice the difference? Heh. That was random.


For starters, my sister is eight this year, has her own handphone which can take pictures and has super nice ringtones (outrage! I only had my handphone in p4!), speaks with a fake american accent that is highly annoying - she probably got that from watching too much That's So Raven, Lizzie McGuire and Kim Possible - and is a downright spoilt brat. My parents adhere to her every whim. Okay, maybe that's exaggerating, but I gag when they generously offer to buy her some uber expensive barrrrrbie doll. I don't like barbie dolls, but god, she has a whole box 70cm by 70cm by 50cm full of them! It's just a rough estimation, but you get my drift.


Oh, and she has absolutely zilch respect for me. Hmph. I bet Paula doesn't treat Clara that way...or do you? Oh, well. My sister specializes in TORTURING ANIMALS. It beats me, you know, how she can feel nothing after kicking our oh-so-adorable mutt doggy.


My sister is...argh. You'll only get my drift when you meet her in person, and if you think she's sweet and all, IT'S ALL AN ACT! Grrr.


Okay, anyway. I wrote my first DMHG one-shot, got another nice review for my LJ fic, still 0 reviews for my one-shot The End of Innocence, and...


I have major writer's block. I had problems writing a ridiculously easy Chinese essay, I didn't know how to go about continuing to write my LJ fic even though the plot has been planned out already, and... oh well.


I don't feel like blogging anymore. Sigh.


Bye.

...

Robyn and her classmate Rachael are kinda pissed off at the SCGS girls. With their, er, "Madaaaaaaaaaaams". Heh. I wanted to go to SCGS at first, only it was too far. It was my 4th choice.


I don't know why, but I have a terrible backache. I have no idea. I never did any strenuous stuff to my back. Except maybe the five months of hockey are starting to take their toll on me...heh.


And, heck, my computer's sound system conked out on me, as usual. Eff. I can't listen to my fav Marion Raven songs now. (:


Is it me, or has the generation of double chins and above died out?


Let me explain.


((: = double chin


(((: = triple chin


((((: = quadruple chin


(((((: = er...five chins?


and so on.


heh.

I decided to blog again, for some weird weird reason. You know, while walking home today somehow a thought materialized in my puny brain and I was trying to sort of...re-examine stuff that made me treasure a person.


I've discovered that I treasure people whom I can talk to, e.g. Robyn, Paula, Saranya, James, Gordon, Bryan, and maybe Daryl and Yin Rong. When I say 'talk', I mean, like...how shall I phrase this...like, the conversations we have aren't at all awkward. The words flow, nothing is hesitant, I talk easily.


And it's not easy for me to find someone I can talk to.


Thus, basically, if I talk more easily to people, my social life will improve?


Haha, not a chance.

la

WHOODEDOO! WAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I'M BACK! I'M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!!!!


My pact with the devil succeeded! I resolved to stay off the computer from Monday to Thursday, unless it was school-related, and I've succeeded! Today's Friday! Yayness!!


I'm HYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYPER.


Oh, and nat...no. I don't read pig latin. Heh. What's "yhway siay ellehcimay gnatat's gatay syawlaay gniraeppaay aay wefay sdnocesay retfaay 'iyuil'ay's sgatay?"? =)


Oh, and to my dear favourite imposter liu yi, you have no idea how happy I am that you hate-tagged me! Heh. You made me realize exactly how many nice people there are in 1faith, so thanks! Oh, and psst, I don't mind the fact that you're a lesbian. I'm pretty open-minded about these things, even if I'm not a lesbian myself. I do hope, though, that you're not a catholic or christian...I've heard that these religions oppose homosexuality? Heh, I'm not so sure, but you get my drift.


I truly am sorry, imposter liu yi. I know how much you love me, but unfortunately I don't return your passionate, brazen affections. Such a nice girl like you will surely find another nice girl waiting out there. Hm, is that why you chose to come to a girls' school? Oh, well. But still, you're a great girl, I think I've played table tennis with you before and you're a pretty good player. Even though you just might be a lesbian.


Wait, haven't I already decided on the fact that you are a lesbian? Er, sorry, imposter liu yi, for insulting your sexuality. You're probably touchy about the fact that you're a little abnormal (I mean, who talks about their sexual preferences on others' tagboards?) so I'll stop mentioning it.


Don't worry, imposter liu yi. With all the help forums, social counsellings and such, I'm sure you'll be comfortable with your...one of a kind...sexuality one day...


Good luck in your homosexual endeavors. I hope you get AIDS one day, so that you'll die faster and thus be put out of your misery more quickly.


Sincerely yours,
Sat-Stace


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Wahaha. Now that's over with, well, I'm truly sorry for unwittingly offending all of those...offended. Imposter liu yi, after all, once said that you can't judge a book by its cover, so I guess I was wrong to judge yall by your low belts and ankle socks. -smiles sheepishly-


This was the problem that sparked off the whole host of hate tags, the most recent being the pitieable lesbian, imposter liu yi. I mean, I still think that low belts and ankle socks are horrible and all, but I guess I can't judge personalities by what people wear. Mmhm.


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Okay, anyway, Mrs Sushilla actually likes my descriptive essay. 27/30. I really really really cannot believe it! It is so cliche, you know. I mean, "sparkling dew", "peaceful", "fondly adorning". Yucks! I had writer's block then. Otherwise I would never ever be caught using these phrases. They are so amateurish and cliche...


And she likes it. Sheesh.


REALLY. I would never be caught DEAD using these type of cliches on fanfiction! They are just horrible. Horrible horrible horrible.


There was something wrong with me today, during EL Lit. I kept volunteering to ask questions, something I rarely do. I think this marks the beginning of some sort of mental disease.


Like...like schizophrenia! I talk to myself sometimes. But my case isn't as bad as Robyn. Heh.


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Right. Now, the hilarious part. I returned home bright eyed and bushy tailed because it was a Friday, marking my liberation, and I rang the doorbell.


Ding dong.


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Ding dong.


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Ding dong. Ding dong. Ding dong.


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Trying unsuccessfully to 'ding dong' the bell to some jazz rhythm.


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Ding dong. Ding dong. Ding DONG. DING DONG.


DING DONG. DING DONG. DING DONG. DING DONG. DING DONG. DING DONG.


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I called the house phone, no reply. Called my mum's handphone, cos I knew she was home, no effing reply!


And, you know what?! I was really considering climbing over the gate to get in! I'd done that loads of times before, and this time wouldn't make any difference. So I checked if anyone was around (what if someone mistook me for some juvenile delinquent thief?) , threw my bag over the gate (heh. strong. jaykay), slipped my file under the gate, and tried to climb in over the fence, since the holes/foot holes in the gate were blocked by that stupid -ahem- national flag.


My shoes were too large to fit in the footholes, because the footholes are really narrow, and I was contemplating taking off my shoes when I decided to call my dad or something. Maybe someone had gone in and slit the throats of my maid, Stefi and my mum.


Ugh. Unwanted mental images.


Yeah, and I called my dad. He was like, hahaha. Sigh.


And at the lovely moment, my maid and Stefi suddenly decide to come strolling down the drainside into view!!! While I was slouching outside the house in the hot sun, pressing the doorbell manically that it must be traumatized by now, deciding to climb over the gate, they were at the playground.


This is so unfair.


Oh, and my mum was sleeping all the while.


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On the way home I made up this song about walking. Pretty lame.


I'm walking, I'm walking,
And I'm seeing a poster of Kebun Baru,
And I wish that I were a fashion guru,
So I could help them re-design it.


LMAO. I'm so lame. There're more lyrics to the song, made up randomly as I walked to the bus stop, mainly describing what I see. Hah.


--


Oh my freaking god.


How could I forgot to mention it...


We got gold! SNG is the overall champion for the 11a-side. YAY YAY YAY. We trounced Seng Kang 2-0 in the finals!


Oh, and if only we could play like the guys. The Seng Kang boys team and RI team for hockey played after us girls did, and like, before the first half ended, SK was leading 4-0. RI's goalie sucked. But then the defenders should've played their part too. RI's defender (either mid or right) was everywhere but where he was supposed to be.


But the guys are really talented. I was screaming inside. They made us girls look so pathetic. UNFAIR! The game went so smoothly and quickly I was so jealous.


Sigh. But at least we won. =)

=)

Hm. Today was interesting. Chinese tuition class in the morning/afternoon, chicken rice, blogging, fanfiction, blogging, fanfiction, eating, bike racing, foot racing, badminton, dinner, and then blogging. Which is now.


Well, actually the only interesting parts are this current post, the bike racing, the running and the badminton. Amanda, Saranya and I had a bicycle race. I came in first. Then we raced on foot for about 100m. I came in first. Yayness. Ego. Ha. I sound like Dumbledore now. (You know, personally I think that Rowling was dumb to kill off dumbly. He's Harry's constant source of support, the one everyone turns to for advice, and she kills him? The whole plot is steering off course. But each to her own.)


That badminton part brought back fond fond fond memories. Last year, after the PSLE, it all started with badminton. PE period was right before recess, and thus when Clarence, Gary, Zong Han, Steven, Eevian (she's a girl) and some other guys of whom I've forgotten stayed back during recess to play badminton, I decided to join in after someone (eevian?) asked me to.


And like, I played like how I usually played with Robyn, Amanda, and Paula. And the guys were so shocked when I started the game. It was like... wow. she hits so far. I have no idea why, seriously! I wasn't a good player, at least not in my opinion. Just okay. But they were like...gosh, stacy's a great badminton player...


ha.ha.ha. (I sound like Mr. Gan!)


Well, the game went like this - two players against each other. If one player missed a shot then he was outta the game and another player came in. It's basically a harsh world. If you missed a single shot, you got kicked out and you only got another chance when all the others had a turn. I think I knocked out about 5-6 guys in a row before Gary or summat kicked me out.


And there the tradition started! I was known as the reigning badminton queen (ego! prick my head with a pin) and now everytime during PE, 6A would play badminton in the hall. We would play for hours on end, overshooting the PE period (half an hour) and eating into other lessons. But no one cared anyhow. BECAUSE THERE WERE NO LESSONS. Hee. I played badminton for 2-3 hours continuously once! EGO EGO EGO-


But duhly, I wasn't a good badminton player back then. The others were just lousy. My badminton skills are nil! Heh.


I miss school after PSLE. =)


But anyhoo, I played badminton just now with Paula, whom I hadn't played with in ages. Not too shabby, eh? Heh. It was kinda awkward, like both of us were "extra", because while we played badminton, the others played soccer. So we were like the lone badminton players.


Saranya, Sutthersan, Suganthan, Amanda, Shi Hao, Shi Hui and Mushroom played soccer. They were like, constantly changing goalies. I think everyone (even Suganthan, who's the reigning soccer king) had a turn at being the goalkeeper. Shocking. Heh.


And here's the even more shocking part - I'm planning to stay off the computer till friday night! Unless, of course, it's for school-related stuff. So, if my pact with the devil fails, you'll see me blogging here in the next 5 days. Heh. It's currently 8.47pm, 14th August 2005.


Tata.


=)

mrsorocks

I was humming that lao shu ai da mi song and somehow ended up humming one of our national day songs. Heh. I will not take down my blog or my tagboard; DO NOT SUCCUMB. Ha. This is sorta like war, only a much sicker and meaner version. Whoever impersonated liu yi, that trick was oh-so-lame, girl. Wait, you sure you're a girl? You sounded like a guy. Or maybe you're just a lesbian.


OKAY OKAY -


Enough humiliating. I'm wondering if I should properly classify my links. Alphabetical order is so... cliche. It may be orderly, and it'll be easier to find links that way, but alphabetical is boring. fictionalley.org rocks.


Paula got a new blog! I've yet to link you, but I will...as soon as I re-classify my links. Heh.


I got carried away in reading a bzhg fic and forgot all about this post for a while. I love the music. MARION RAVEN SO ROCKS.


You're a git if you disagree. Btw, 'git' is another name for a pregnant camel. That's why you should always call a guy a git when you're insulting him. And then explain what it means. =)


But I'm lame!

break you

Tell me if you hate the music. Personally, though, I love it. It's "Break You" by Marion Raven.


Did you see what imposter Liu Yi posted on the tagboard? It. Is. So. Effing. Sick!



Sat-Stace: go away, b.itch.
13 Aug 05, 21:56Sat-Stace: and marion raven, unlike you, ROCKS.
13 Aug 05, 21:56Sat-Stace: if you're the sexiest woman on earth, i'm marion raven.
13 Aug 05, 21:54Sat-Stace: you're not? then you should be now. I just told you.
13 Aug 05, 21:54liu yi: i am the sexiest woman on earth
13 Aug 05, 21:54liu yi: no i am not
13 Aug 05, 21:51Sat-Stace: I'm sure you're perfectly aware that you are a female dog, liu yi,
13 Aug 05, 21:51Sat-Stace: not that you need to ask.
13 Aug 05, 21:51Sat-Stace: freak b.itch, liu yi, whatever, everything bad we say here is directed at you.
13 Aug 05, 21:49michelle tang: why, you.....
13 Aug 05, 21:49liu yi: are you talking about yourself???
13 Aug 05, 21:49michelle tang: just go and be your female doggish self!!
13 Aug 05, 21:48Sat-Stace: and like, just f.uck off? you're contaminating my tagboard.
13 Aug 05, 21:48michelle tang: yeah
13 Aug 05, 21:48liu yi: u poke
13 Aug 05, 21:48Sat-Stace: sigh. whoever you are, you're a b.itch.
13 Aug 05, 21:48liu yi: geddit
13 Aug 05, 21:48liu yi: it's stacy
13 Aug 05, 21:48liu yi: no
13 Aug 05, 21:47liu yi: it's ...wen man
13 Aug 05, 21:47liu yi: i'll tell u my real name
13 Aug 05, 21:46liu yi: ohh lala
13 Aug 05, 21:46liu yi: by rubbing my vagina against the chair
13 Aug 05, 21:45liu yi: and i mastubate too
13 Aug 05, 21:45liu yi: but i really wanna
13 Aug 05, 21:45michelle tang: yeah
13 Aug 05, 21:44liu yi: stupid michelle tang
13 Aug 05, 21:44Sat-Stace: still unwilling to put your real name, huh? what a coward. hell, go kiss your own nipples and go see your OWN boobs go jiggly wiggly. lick your own vagina or get a dog to do so.
13 Aug 05, 21:44liu yi: who are you talking about
13 Aug 05, 21:43michelle tang: what a female dog!!!!!!
13 Aug 05, 21:43Sat-Stace: aw, you freak b.itch. are you THAT desperate? despo-ette. hmph. Go to Yahoo! singles and you'll find someone else. heh.
13 Aug 05, 21:42liu yi: yum yum!!
13 Aug 05, 21:42liu yi: and lick your vagina
13 Aug 05, 21:42liu yi: i wanna kiss the nipples
13 Aug 05, 21:41liu yi: i wanna la la and see yours boobs go jiggly wiggly
13 Aug 05, 21:41liu yi: are u bathing now
13 Aug 05, 21:41liu yi: oh stace


One. Two. Three. Ew!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


I sound like a freaking bimbo when I say 'ew'. But anyway. You can't possibly not agree that it's not sick, yeah? This imposter liu yi is obviously that idiot anonymous who posted on my tagboard some days ago and commented that belts are supposed to support the chest. Ha. Weird sense of humour she has. Sick.


But, neway, that is oh so gross. I'm so sorry for swearing like a pirate's wife. Though it's not like I can delete the tagboard posts anyway.


Enough. Assez. Basta. Ca suffit!


Bonsoir,
ZCT

gfse

189 posts on my blog! woot! let's go for TWOFIVEOH. ala.


French class was nice today. I drank vanilla coke throughout the lesson. =) Yea, but that's not the point. Professor Jerome (sp?) was absent today, and thus the class he taught sort of merged with our class today. Just for today. But our teacher, Prof. Nourredine, hinted the possibility of the combination of classes.


I doubt it, though.


But anyway. The other class is really cool! They're boisterous and friendly (with each) and all, and they're so...active. Not that our class isn't, but they are just...whoa. But the two classes didn't talk to each other. Unfriendly blues? Maybe.


It'd be nice if our classes could merge, though. They're nice. Though I guess it'd be more peaceful if we didn't merge. Yeah. When they entered our classroom, there were SO MANY PEOPLE all of a sudden, and it was almost like the very first class...sigh. I mean, c'mon! We had to get extra chairs for some people. Their class is HUGE, while ours consists of a measly 8-9 people, out of which only about 5-6 people turn up a week.


Heh.


Marion Raven rocks!


This is not a mistake
It's the dawn of a new day
Anything goes from now



This is the last of illusions
This is the final trace of innocence
If I'm caught in the middle
I know it will be the end of me



Hey Talk to me
Don't play me with your silence
Whisper it in my mouth



Cause this is not about hate
It's the start of a new wave
Anything goes from now


'End of Me' by Marion Raven

curious

I seem to be encountering a lot of sentiment-provoking stuff these days. Les Choristes is a brilliant, heart-rending (French!) movie. Moutain -Moutain, not mountain- is a psychological fascination and I like the eye colour of Pierre Morhange. All of them are good actors. And Boniface is cute. (Boniface is that small boy with really really really curly blond hair and lopsided specs) So is Pepitot, or however you spell his name.


Their voices are so brilliant! - but too bad it's not really them singing, they're backed by a "brilliant boys choir". Sigh. For a while I thought Pierre Morhange was really a brilliant soloist. Oh well, but a girl can dream, can't she? AND I AM A GIRL. Okay, that was uber lame.


AND, I've just finished reading Anne Frank's diary - the unedited version. Her English isn't all that brilliant, but god...she'd write fantastic newspaper reflections. What a philosopher. How could they actually believe that Jews were inferior people? Anne is anything but inferior. Oh, I think I'll quote something from her diary:


'Men presumably dominated women from the very beginning because of their greater physical strength; it's men who earn a living, beget children and do as they please...Until recently, women silently went along with this, which was stupid, since the longer it's kept up, the more deeply entrenched it becomes. Fortunately, education, work and progress have opened women's eyes. In many countries they've been granted equal rights; many people, mainly women, but also men, now realize how wrong it was to tolerate this state of affairs for so long. Modern women want the right to be completely independant!


'But that's not all. Women should be respected as well! Generally speaking, men are held in great esteem in all parts of the world, so why shouldn't women have their share? Soldiers and war heroes are honored and commemorated, explorers are granted immortal fame, martyrs are revered, but how many people look upon women too as soldiers?



'In the book Men against Death I was greatly struck by the fact that in childbirth alone, women commonly suffer more pain, illness and misery than any war hero ever does. And what's her reward for enduring all that pain? She gets pushed aside when she's disfigured by birth, her children soon leave, her beauty is gone. Women, who struggle and suffer pain to ensure the continuation of the human race, make much tougher and more courageous soldiers than all those big mouthed freedom fighting heroes put together!


'I don't mean to imply that women should stop having children; on the contrary, nature intended them to, and tem of values and the men who don't acknowledge how great, difficult, but ultimately beautiful women's share is society is.


[...skipping some paragraphs here...]


'It's easy for men to talk - they don't and never will have to bear the woes that women do!'


Taken from page 314-315 of The Diary of A Young Girl: The Definitive Edition.


--


I 'bolded' and underlined some parts myself. Those I put in bold I particularly agree with, those I put in bold AND underlined I really really really truly truly truly agree. Maybe her statements seem more like statements made in a fit of anger, especially the last line, but it IS easy for men to talk. They don't and never will have to go through 'cramps' (heh), suffer the pain of birth or undergo the feeling of being dominated and humiliated.


Anne Frank was determined not to become an ordinary housewife like most girls did - exactly how I think. Only of course she's a lot mentally stronger than me. She mentions that she can't imagine anyone 'saying that "I'm weak" and not doing anything about it'. I admit that I'm guilty of that...


Do you have any idea how studious she is? She studies the family trees of royal families (it's more of her hobby, actually), knows French, Latin, German, English (gawd. multilingual) and she studies geography and stuff...history being her fav. subject... oh, freaking gosh.


We are alike in the sense that we both love to write. Yayness. And we both do not like people 'leaning' on us.


And, gosh, you should really read about her tragic demise, as well as that of those who went into hiding together with her family...


The typhus epidemic that broke out in the winter of 1944-1945, as a result of the horrendous hygienic conditions, killed thousands of prisoners, including Margot and, a few days later, Anne. She must have died in late February or early March. The bodies of both girls were probably dumped in Bergen-Belsen's mass graves. The camp was liberated by British troops on April 12, 1945.


'Dumped in mass graves'. Sad, ain't it? If you sympathize with her just because she's famous, please think of the other equally innocent lives lost. Anne is a figure to be greatly admired, but there are other people who have suffered more grievious woes.


But that's not to say that she hasn't. I mean, don't sympathize with her. Agree with her and admire her for her bravery, stuff like that. I bet she'd prefer being respected to being pitied. I know I would. At least she wasn't gassed to death or something, like one of her hide-mates (Mr. van Daan) was. Poor guy. Gas. Horrid.



Oh, and her father survived. He remarried - how could he?! Hmph. He has the right to, I guess. They say he never really loved her mum.


Peter van Pels (van Daan) - he's the Mr. van Daan's son - was forced to take part in the January 16, 1945 "death march" from Auschwitz to Mauthausen (Austria), where he died on May 5, 1945, 3 days before the camp was liberated.


Pity. Peter van Daan was Anne's sweetheart, though the two weren't really in love. It was more affectionate than passionate.


It's so sad. Innocent people being culled like chickens in the flu epidemic recently. Just because they're Jews. If you think they deserved it, well, how would you like being gassed to death or shot or something because you're Chinese and people have the impression that you guys are traitors, betrayers, etc.? It'd be so unfair, yeah?


It's like discriminating mudbloods. Ha. (note sarcastic humor)


If you say that the Jews were a different case because they are traitors and betrayers, you're wrong. The Jews were judged based on only the actions of a few Jews. It's impartial, judging the entire population of Jews just because of a few of them.


The whole thing is so freaking stupid and unnecessary!


And so touching.


Sniff.


Hitler sucks.

I hate my writing. James Potter sounds like he's a perpetual PMS-er. So many mood-swings. Egad.

fga

aie. I've just realized that I like a lot of hp pairings. For instance:

• Harry/Hermione. Read this -> [http://www.fanfiction.mugglenet.com/viewstory.php?sid=29732] =)
• Draco/Hermione. Hence the blog skin! (:
• Blaise/Hermione [one of my all time favs! =D I would have put up a blaise skin but there weren't any...]
• Lily/James. ooh la. The first hp pairing I EVER read on fanfiction. My definite favourite.
• Lily/Sirius
• Lily/Remus
• Hermione/Remus. But they must be about the same age. Time travel or something. I dunno.
• Hermione/Sirius. Ditto.
• Hermione/Fred. Yayness!
• Katie/Oliver
• Angelina/Oliver
• Katie or Angelina/ Fred or George

Yeah. I don't believe in Hermione/James, even if they ARE the same age, because...I mean...c'mon...James belongs to Lily and Hermione belongs to either Blaise or Draco or Harry or anything. I so do not believe in Ron/Hermione! That. Is. Just. Disgusting. Unless, of course, Ron is super hott or something. heh. I'm joking, I'm joking... but c'mon, they do NOT go together!


Anyway. There's this crazy bitch called Alicia who's hate-tagging at Robyn's blog. Sigh. She's making a fool outta herself without knowing it, so I...said something...just to put her in her place. Lots of vulgarities with blatant references to geylang. Chalets. Ha. HEY, she insulted both Robyn and I, I had to do something.


Jojo is so boring! The artist, I mean. That 14 year old girl who released her album. Her tunes may be...slightly alright...but there's some essence missing. I regret buying her cd. The cd case wasn't even in a proper condition. I'm going to get marion raven's cd next...I hope.


Pitch training tomorrow. La.

lalala

do the world a favor and go drown yourself. -insert string of swear words here-


It's so hard to find a non-cliched story on fanfiction nowadays. HBP has sparked off a whole new host of writer-wannabes and now we have loads of cliched, amateur fics overshadowing the good fics. Sad. J.K. Rowling never really explained why Harry got Lily's eyes. Not in depth, anyway. But I wanna know! It might be a nice addition to my LJ fic. Not that anyone reads it, course. It's weird. 2000 over people have read my story, but there are only 24 reviews.


It's so unfair, and my story isn't even a horrible cliche! All those cliche stories out there get THOUSANDS over reviews. I. Am. Serious! And my non cliched story gets 24? Argh. This ain't right. And I've never gotten a REAL review before.


All the reviews I get are like 'I luv this fic!!! It's so cute!! Aw, why can't Lily realize her feelings?'.


You know, people, I appreciate the reviews and I'm really happy when I get them but what I really want, though, is constructive criticism. Like, point out the bad points and the good points, suggest how I should improve, blah blah blah. Like you're my teacher. Summat like that. (Hagrid rocks!) Yeah.


=)


And Robyn, you're right. anonymous "must be some lesbian, who is some voyeur who enjoys watching people's boobs bouncy bounce." Hullo, anonymous. Don't be too offended.


At least I don't deny that I'm a cold-blooded bitch. But you? You make it seem as though you own the world and stuff...LOL. Freedom of speech, girl. ha. You make me laugh. At you.


PUT UP YOUR NAME, COWARD. ;)


puke Lovingly yours puke
Stace

g

respect is essential!!


hullo, I think flunked my piano exam. and to all you whores out there, you'll probably be rejoicing at my distress. hee. but seriously, I flunked my scales! sob. Mr. John Ware or something probably gave me a ZERO for scales. double sob. I. Am. So. ...


ARGH.


Anyway, optimist. Optimism. Failed Pessimist. Optimist. -forces a smile-


There - still smiling-, much better now. Frickin jeezus.


I told you I'm not a nice girl. YOU CAN'T JUDGE A BOOK BY IT'S COVER! =)


lalalalalalalalala


I'M NUTTERS.


me muggle. :D

I've just realized that I don't know what's French for 'boring'! ...


Okay, it's alesage. (with an accent atop the e, slanting to the left)


Robyn and Amanda really should drink more caffeine drinks. Like me. That's why I'm so awake now while they two are snoozing away in my room. Some sleepover this is. The last one was way more successful! Yep, and for the next sleepover, I'll DRUG their coke with green tea. =D


I'm still so awake! It's 12.50 am and tomorrow - no, this AFTERNOON - I'm having my piano exam. My scales are a little shaky. Will have to practice more when I awake later. My pieces are fine, can't do anything about frickin sight reading, aural...everything's good. Except for scales. At least I hope.


I am so patriotic. I wore a "Singapore" shirt just now. Okay, I am not patriotic. At least, not where colours are concerned. The shirt is a black one. I got it from hang ten. As usual, desperate hang ten, trying to keep up the local flavour but in a western style... .


ha.


I've come to the conclusion that there is no definite good and bad in this world, only what people like and don't like.

Currently I'm reading an LJ fic, and it's the part where Lily might be embarrassed...I have no effing idea. But whenever I come to the embarrassing parts, I minimize the window and think "oh my god, oh effing shit, oh my FREAKING god...that is so not gonna happen!!!!"


And I don't know if she IS gonna be embarrassed or not, so I'll just have to read on and find out -cringes- and squeal with pity and embarrassment for her when she IS embarrassed. Sigh.


Oh, and at noon I went to Funan shopping center for lunch with my rents and my sis, where I had the best lunch ever (salted eggs, mm) and when I'd finished EVERYTHING (including dessert) I went with my mum and my sis to the toilet...


And on the way there, I saw this guy and I was like, "Is he Steven?". And yes, he was he was he was. And I was going 'oh my shit' because if he was here, that meant that...


ARGH. And truth to be told, I saw Stanley standing right beside him. They were ordering some food from a stall. Neither of them saw me and their backs were turned, but the encounter scared me shitless (quite literally, because I immediately didn't feel like going to the toilet but went anyway in case stanley saw me).


When we came back from the toilet, our dad joined us and we went to the escalator and... I saw Steven and Stanley and the rest of their family (was ferris there?) sitting at a table. I think Stanley glanced my way once or twice, but he probably didn't recognize me or something. But maybe he did. I HOPE HE DIDN'T!


I was so effing scared.


It would have been nice to meet Steven or Ferris, but Stanley? Our history is bad bad bad. He keeps pestering me and I don't like and and oh...Jeez.


And Steven has grown taller since I last saw him. I am so effing jealous.

ladida

You guys had better thank me because I'm working my ass off for the science mini task. (I'm joking. I'm, as mr e-ho would same, I'm idle)


But Liu Yi did most of the research. Don't stare at me like that, I did a lot of research too. =

What the HECK am I talking about?


Well, basically, my piano exam's this wednesday and today's monday. My scales SHOULD be fine (cept for the arpeggios. I can't memorize the sharps and flats! help) and my pieces...sob. Sometimes they're good and sometimes they're not. They'd better be good on the exam day.


I'm boring you.


There's gonna be a sleepover tomorrow and I'm sort of looking forward to it but [you guys] really don't need to kick up such a big fuss over it. I mean, the meeting just now...please. We've had practically thousands of meetings as regard to this trivial sleepover AND there's nothin' left to frickin discuss!! Just because Amanda is so excited over it doesn't mean that we must submit to her whims and hold a meeting just because she wants to discuss something she's discussed TRILLIONS OF TIMES BEFORE. Yeah. You get my drift.


That's why I walked out on yall just now. I was so irritated I grabbed the chance to leave. You had no idea how good it was to be out in the fresh air again.

duhly-so

I've just returned from sng's n-day celebrations and I'm still wearing that green malay blouse thing. I'm too lazy to change. But yeah, la di frickin' da. The dikir barat was actually fun, but we only got a consolation prize. Psh. FREAKING DILIGENCE WAS FIRST! I'm convinced of my eternal hatred for 1D.


jaykay.


Muahatamuaha.


AND AND AND-


Green is so not my color. =)


I must make myself my own layout some day. And flaming text rules, duhly.


(:

ladifrickinda

I think my tagboard color looks weird. Please enlighten me as to what color I should use for the tagboard such that it complements the layout. The thing is, why are tagboards squarish/rectangular? For goodness sake, why can't we have a CIRCULAR tagboard. Or a triangular one. That'd be the life.

Yeah, and Draco Malfoy rocks. I would have put up one of Blaise Zabini, but there were no Blaise Zabini layouts, considering that he isn't featured in any of the movies. Neither do they have any James Potter layouts. Sob. One day I'll make a layout of my own. =)

Happy B-day, James.

wheeedala.

I used to adore Gryffindor, and I still do, but now I like Slytherin more. I mean, I can totally imagine myself being put in Slytherin. I'm possessive of my stuff, I'd do anything to get what I want... I love giving enemies the cold shoulder. I'm not open with my emotions. I'm a mean sister. =) I rarely scream, I rarely shout, I'm practically emotionless when I'm around others, unless I'm very comfortable with my company. There're more. So many Slytherin instincts, how could I not be put in Slytherin?

Ha.

Maggi mee rocks. Especially the spicy type. In primary school there's this teacher names Mrs. Maggie Lee. I think you know what I mean. Oh, and remember Sean Sean (pronounced seen seen) from the schoolbus? That problematic kid with a psycho mentality to boot. And there was this other guy who could never stop blinking...I forgot his name. But I know that it was so damn hard to pronounce it, you'd have thought it was GAELIC. Or Welsh. Sheesh.

I'm starting to feel bad for terrorizing my fellow primary 2 school mates. =) No, seriously. HEY, every Slytherin has soft spot.

I'll blog again later. I hope.

Stace

.`.

I like the way you say hello

Turns out that Amanda has the same black t-shirt as me? Sigh. I feel so common. (which, grammatically, doesn't make sense - but you get my drift)

Oh, and Robyn, you just might get through the prefect rounds next year. =) OPTIMISM RULES. Yayness.

Ling Yu, I'm so sorry I haven't written back to you...I'll send the letter asap. Preferably before n day. =)

And, James, chances are that you won't read this but have a happy birthday tomorrow. A happy 15th birthday. Envy, lol. You and Gordon are my favourite cousins ever. (:

And that's true. I'm clearly drifting away from Clarissa, just like how I drifted away from Tricia whom I used to be so close to. Kelly, Min Lee and Lillian are like - what? They treat me like I'm some CUTE BABY DOLL. Like a cute lil puppy they admire in a pet shop. They actually still pinch my cheeks, though I'm already 13. Or 12. Anything.

I like Kenn Ji and Gimm, but they're so old! They're really nice and before they matured for good, Clarissa and I used to have a hell of a good time beating em up with rolled up newspapers. I miss being 9 years old and ignorant. =) But I still love them. They're my cousins, c'mon. But they're like, too wrapped up in their girlfriends...no, NOT in the obscene way. Nonono.

Tricia is nice but I have trouble conversing with her. Maybe it's just me who's too unsociable. Yeah, I think that's the problem. Funny, though, I don't have any problem talking to Kenn Ji and Gimm.

Sherlinn, you're my favourite cousin on my mum's side, on par with Clarissa. Yayness. Uncle Lim, you're my favourite uncle though you still mock-slap me and pinch my cheeks and crack lame jokes.

Bryan, well, he's so cold and distant. He acts as if only the cousins he likes exist, which means that he acts like I don't exist at all. I don't know what's gotten into him. We used to get along okay. He's the same age as James this year, I think. 15.

Veltrice and Griselda - I don't even know them! Well, I mean. They turn up for family gatherings only sometimes, I've never been to their house, and...I'm practically estranged from them. And they're around my age. Pshaw.

James and Gordon are some of the fun-nest to hang out with.

Oh, and I almost forgot, my dear uncle whom I pass off as a cousin, Daryl - who is about my height, which means I'm not alone in my short-ness. Lol. I'm not saying anything.

tweak, oddment

Though war is undoubtedly wrong and god would never support it -thus confirming that Joan of Arc was a scam- I still respect the girl. There is such a thing called respect, yiying, and I'd appreciate it if you stop bitching about me. But then again, who bloody cares. Who. Fucking. Cares.


I am washing my hands off the whole matter, though you're still free to contact me. You wouldn't be so affected by my previous accusations, and neither would your friends, if they weren't guilty of whatever I'd said.

.

And anyway, dikir barat today was pretty stressful. I found out that I can't do the steps without the mirror. Ha. Oh, well. Two can play at the game. Be shunned and shun. jeezus. LJ so totally rocks. Wild West and Undercover. Brainwaves! =) Cheerios.

I found out that Dominic and Claudia actually use msn. Yayness. I miss the ex-french classmates, though. I miss Alex, Russell, Track, Sanjay, Yeu Shinq, Yeu Jia, Annie, Yuan, Deveraj (or however you spell his name), and all the others who turned up for the very first class. Alliance Francaise, you rock.

I don't get why Saranya is so afraid of the hungry ghost fest.

Why do the Chinese believe in burning stuff to offer to the dead? I mean, why associate fire with death? Fire is vibrant and all that; it reminds me more of life. Haha. It'd seem much more reasonable if they buried whatever they want to give to the dead. Even if the things take millions of years to decompose, well, at least they'll decompose.

Not that I believe that the dead can actually receive these stuff, of course, but then - respect religions. That's something I decided ever since I ditched Christianity and became a freethinker.

I want to go back to zps for national day, but sng's celebrations don't allow it, and besides, someone will be pestering me all the while if I go back. Furquhar. I can't make it for teacher's day either, god dammit. But yeah. I think I'll go back for the annual prize presentation. November. I'll be totally free then, and I might just receive a certificate if mr. chua doesn't ditch the annual tradition.

halloween's rolling around the corner! I wish Singaporeans were as enthusiastic about it as the americans and irish are. You don't see a huge halloween festival being held in singapore, even though lots of costumes and stuff are sold everywhere. What's the point? Halloween falls on a Monday in October, so there's a chance that Robyn, Paula, Saranya and I won't be able to meet up at night at the resident park to celebrate like we did last year.

You know, when the colchester park hadn't been renovated and was all wood and stuff, it was way more fun. I liked the halloween gathering where gwl, suganthan, us girls and some others (forgot who) met up there for a really smashing gathering. Turned out that gwl was good at setting up bonfires (which is a custom every year), but back then he was my sort-of mortal enemy and I remember snapping at him that "we didn't come here for a science lesson", that is, when he tried to explain the concept of oxygen, fire and carbon dioxide. Ha.

I miss Dumbledore.

I'm getting more depressed by the moment and I can't wait till sec three comes.

haha

blogging; the judgment changes but the people remain the same


operative word being "judgment".

frilly day

hullo. this is mostly in reply to the whole fiasco. And - yes, I was going to take it lying down and probably would have, if a hate tag had not suddenly popped at the moment when I decided to forget the whole matter. I was so pissed that I unwittingly blew up the whole matter again. Stupid me. Now, I'm convinced that yiying hates me, some 1hope people think that I'm a despo, and lowbelted people are going to hate me for life! =) whoa. that's a lot in a few days. You know, xiaxue - respect!


Oh, and Robyn, I still don't quite like xiaxue and I only visit her blog when fanfiction runs out of good dmhg, lj, and bzhg stories (which is rare), but ya gotta respect the girl. She speaks up for her own views so many times that she gets so much hate mail, and her blog's still going strong. I speak up for my view one time, and whoopdedoo. No, I am going to continue speaking for what I think is right, and no matter how many hate tags I get, well, la di frickin' da. Everyone has his/her own opinion. I am not going to become like Dawan's mother, submissive and all, not daring to voice her own opinion (I emphasized on this point in my lit test today. hee. ) So, xiaxue, despite the fact that I still think you're a makeup freak, YOU ROCK. My new source of inspiration. =)


I originally intended to edit the "offensive" posts a bit, but I was lazy and decided not to do it. But considering that today's a Friday and I have loads of free time, I am going to edit them thoroughly. I am still debating whether to take down the names or not. yiying said I was a coward because she thought I didn't put up the names of those I was "insulting", when in reality I did put up the names. Besides, yiying, I really really really really really don't mean to offend you (REALLY) but if I'm a coward for "not" putting up the names, aren't you also a coward for not putting up my name when you, erm, wrote the post which was not meant to insult me but change my attitude? I won't be offended if you put up my name.


After all, I always look on the bright side. At least I can take credit for the fiasco. jaykay.


So, you wanna know the truth? I'm sick and tired of being challenged, sick and tired of having people badmouth me (I know that this is a bit hypocrite-esque, as issy said, because I myself am badmouthing people), sick and tired of people saying "they thought I was a nice girl". I can be nice when I want to but I am not a nice person, overall. I am not a good girl. I don't do my homework and I only file my stuff at the last minute and I don't give a hoot about eating in class (who does, though?), and I openly badmouth people on my blog. sheesh!


I hate this whole thing.


I most certainly did not want to blow up this matter. Tell me the parts you want me to edit out and I will, if I find your request logical. But the swear words stay. =)


Hmph. Who knows. I might just become the next xiaxue, minus the makeup, the photos (because I'm so freaking ugly, lol), the whole pink-do, and stuff...I'm joking. Ego.


But still. I am, honestly, more amused than insulted by this matter, though there is that tiny sense of being insulted. Oh, well.


Whatever you want to say, scream it out on the tagboard, but I'd prefer it if you email me at camelia5414@hotmail.com, because tagboards are hard to read. Though, I won't accept msn requests.


Everyone hates me.


I never thought that line would sound so impressive. =)


I'm off to edit the so called offensive posts now. I might even cut down on the swear words. But still, my sincere apologies to all those I insulted. All I wanted to was to state my views. For frickin' sake, I didn't even know the the belt didn't have to go through the loop, but by now I think this will be pointless because you will now all be convinced that I am a horrible person (which I am), a so called despo, and all the other swear words on the earth.



If you hate-tag/hate-mail me, please include your email address. I want to reply to you directly. But if you're a coward, I totally understand if you don't want to include your email add.


Oh, and yiying? Sorry for indirectly calling you a bimbo. :)


P.S. Everyone hates me.
I love that line! Sounds so stacy-esque. I think I was born for people to hate. (:

addicted to heroin black and green

I'm so pleased today. Oh, and lately all the books I read seem to be so so so so so cliche. I mean, how could they even publish these things? freaking hell, I'm getting sick of reading romance novels. But I like writing them. =D


When I ignore people I'm not necessarily angry with them. Most of the time I just can't find anything to say to them. That's why some people find me aloof, and why some people find me shy, and why some people find me just plain annoying. -raises hands in defense- I just have nothing to say to them, because as you all know very well, I'm not a sociable person. -spits on the ground in disgust though this action is punishable by law-


doremifasolatido


retch it all out, baby.


It's 5.53pm now. I just might go out cycling. I'm dressed for the occasion, after all.


But then again, I always am. The baby hamsters are still pink and red and naked and bloody-looking though pink is their natural color when they don't have any hair. The mother is oh-so-protective of her babes. Well, maybe I'm exaggerating, and you don't want to hear about the pink and red and naked and bloody-looking though pink is their natural color when they don't have any hair hamsters, I guess.


I was thinking of writing a short LJ drabble. Might make it fluffy, though fluffiness is too cute for my liking. I prefer the serious romances. Humour is always welcome, but the author will only make me jealous because I know that I am mortally incapable of injecting humour into any story I write...sob.


la di frickin' da


'Kas' is a nice name for a dark gypsy guy. I should write a fiction on fictionpress.com involving some brooding fella a la Jay Chou, but who goes by the name of Kas. I've never liked Jay Chou. Never liked Chinese pop. So amatuerish.


Belinda is a horrible horrible name.


And green and black make a smashing combination.

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Looking on the bright side, my tagboard's seen a lotta action lately. Same goes for Robyn, I think. Some people commented on her using of the word "fuck". I only use 'fuck' when I'm really angry or upset, but I don't think there's anything wrong with using it. It's only a frickin word, for goodness sake. There.


I forgot to bring pocket money today and had a severe stomachache starting from during the hellish half an hour of maths before recess, up till sometime after the art period ended. I ended up borrowing 2 bucks from calida so I could fill my starved stomach. Thank you. The curry rice and milo did me good. =)


Ten minutes to go till I get to watch my show! whoopdedoo. I didn't go out cycling today, because I left hockey practice so freaking late (maybe not that late), but they probably didn't play, anyway. Pshaw. I. Can't. Wait. Till. The. Weekend! ooh yeah. weekends rock my high socks. :)


jjj's been the bitchiest of them so far, and I'm sorry I had to retort to harshly to you, JJJ, but hey. You're a freak bitch. It won't do you any good to deny what's true, gags dearie gags. And thanks to nat and sarah for apologising. I know this sounds like some stupid, cliched speech some newbie celeb would give at the grammy awards, but I just had to get this outta my system. =]


I'd like to clear some things up. I do not force people to agree with me, no, that's low. I didn't do anything of the sort, I only clearly and passionately stated my views. Whether people choose to agree with me or not, it's their freaking choice. Like, I disapprove of Robyn, Amanda and Saranya's ankle socks and low belts, and I've pointed it out once or twice, but you don't see me forcing them to change for my sake.


And - I did consider the fact that it'd seem (or it IS) bitchy for me to put up such a demeaning post, but hey - freedom of speech. Where the hell did the liberation go?! Thus, I decided to go ahead with the post and state my opinions clearly. If I didn't, I'd have considered myself a coward. Maybe it is, like issy said, cowardly for me to say such things behind others' backs, and I admit I hadn't truly considered that - but I'm not perfect, people. Besides, lots of people have access to my blog and all, it's their choice if they want to read or not.


Robyn probably read the post too, but you don't see her flaming me and stuff. You could always criticize in a civilized and polite manner - and I'd treat you the same way.


There. I hope you found this post more pleasant than the vulgarity-filled post below. =)


P.S. FINALS! WE GOT INTO FINALS! Aw, c'mon, applause! Hockey rocks. :)


P.S.S. Why did no one clap when my group did the geog presentation today? =\ Look...a little appreciation would be nice. I worked my butt off for the first (or second) stanza...okay, maybe it was a little boring, but just one clap would be nice.


Sat-Stace [which stands for Saturday Stace]

lol

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey, haters, slow your horses there. Let's have a recap of all the hate-tags, eh?



2 Aug 05, 19:42YOU B ITCH: AND HIGH SOCKS. well maybe you were cut out for this.
2 Aug 05, 19:42YOU B ITCH: YOU HAVE NO FRIENDS. HIGH BELT. LONG GOWN. LOSERRRR.
2 Aug 05, 19:40YOU B ITCH: 1. youre nerdy and geeky, so please stay off words like baby and assoff. SINCE YOURE NERDY, stick to your layout with a nerd writing crap on paper.
2 Aug 05, 19:39YOU B ITCH: and wtf is up with karma baby and ass of;please. LET ME PUT YOU IN YOUR RIGHT PLACE NOW.
2 Aug 05, 19:37YOU B ITCH: And uh please do not try to talk like you know everything; because you dont. Youre geeky. nerdy. and uh quit it with the fanfic. only geeks do so. oh wait. i forgot. YOU ARE ONE.,
2 Aug 05, 19:34 YOU B ITCH: YOU nerd. I MEAN ew. You are stupid dumb and your mind is like a robot.
2 Aug 05, 19:34 YOU B ITCH: YOU chose NSGS stop talking about the school. OKAY? You can just go get lost. nobody likes you. NERD.
2 Aug 05, 19:30anonymous: sorry but i HAD to tell every1
2 Aug 05, 19:29 YOU *****: get a life. you boring old loser.
2 Aug 05, 18:31.: STACY. YOU SUCK LAH.

2 Aug 05, 18:31.: STACY. YOU SUCK LAH.
2 Aug 05, 18:09anonymous: i'm sorry, typo, click on it now.
2 Aug 05, 18:09anonymous: click on my name. these people, my friends, are the opposite of you. and THEY have friends and u dun.
2 Aug 05, 18:01 anonymous: don't be lame lah. come on. these people are nice., maybe YOU should open up more.and stop being such a LOOOOOOOOOOOOSER!
2 Aug 05, 17:48. : so you just SHUT.
2 Aug 05, 17:47. : jux bc0s euu think ur l0ser friends w0n't d0 anythn fer euu, dun insult 0ther's lah. i noe ppl who help me n stand by me. 2 bad euu don't.
2 Aug 05, 17:46.: wadeva. the diff between the 'corrupted' pe0ple and y0u is that m0st 0f them haf frens and you d0nt!!!!


Okay, so business now. Firstly, I probably write better fanfics than all you fucking bitches out there do. Also, next time, don't be a freak coward and put your name up there! But oh, I forgot, you guys are such bitches that you're all so cowardly to admit your real names! Okay, that's alright, I forgive you all. LOWBELTS. =) I have every right to wear a high belt - don't forget, you once wore a high belt too. I think that all you people who judge others based on their appearences (in this case, high belts and low belts) and shallow and superficial.


"2 Aug 05, 17:47. : jux bc0s euu think ur l0ser friends w0n't d0 anythn fer euu, dun insult 0ther's lah. i noe ppl who help me n stand by me. 2 bad euu don't. "


Look, I don't have any loser friends because I don't have any friends at all! I am so angry, my fingers are shaking as I type this, but oh - I forgot again (must have amnesia, lol) that you bimbos don't know what it's like to be angry because you're all caught up in your utopia of having "friends". PLEASE, will any of your friends sacrifice anything - even the littlest- for you? You fucking bitches, get out here and face the REAL world.


"2 Aug 05, 17:46.: wadeva. the diff between the 'corrupted' pe0ple and y0u is that m0st 0f them haf frens and you d0nt!!!! "


You don't need to put the aprosthrophes there, honey. They are corrupted, in a way. Succumbing to fashion - pshaw! At first I thought st.nicks girls were nice, and then I started thinking they were mean and nasty, and you've proved me right!


By the way, the word "whatever" is like, so cliched! Please, your limited vocabulary disgusts me!


2 Aug 05, 19:29 YOU *****: get a life. you boring old loser.


Firstly, the term "get a life" is so boring. I mean, bimbos say that all the time in tv dramas. You should try using different terms, like "get a clue" or "Get a grip". Oh, and I'm not a loser.


Btw, you guys, I think you're all bimbos who don't respect other peoples' rights to blog in peace and have their own views! A simple "I don't agree with you" would be enough, but no, you have to elaborate in your disgustingly POOR English, Singlish and excessive chat speak, LOSERS!


2 Aug 05, 19:34 YOU B ITCH: YOU nerd. I MEAN ew. You are stupid dumb and your mind is like a robot.


If I were dumb, I wouldn't have gotten into SNG, wouldn't have an IQ of 135 (or so), and if my mind were like a robot - well, I wouldn't have come up with creative ideas for my writing then, would I? I think that "YOU BITCH" is the quintessential example of a bimbo. Yayness, PAH. Freak bitch. Oh, btw, you should really try using punctuation. Like commars. That would help alot.


And people, hey, I don't want to be "in". No one said that wasn't a bad thing. I'm not like you idiots, who rush to the latest trends like headless chooks and castrated ducks. Fuck, people, you guys are like, so dumb.


YOU B ITCH: and ASS off isnt an actual phrase with meaning, use something like F.uck off or P.iss off


Look! I like the term "ass off", because, well, I like it. I don't want to use "fuck off" or "piss off" because I simply don't want to, and if you can't respect that, well, HYPOCRITES.


YOU B ITCH: you seriously need a makeover.


Whoa, that's one thing I agree on...but still, my current hairstyle is easier to handle, and I don't have a problem with high belts and socks. I mean, you can't possibly see me as an ankle sock person or a low belt person, right?


YOU B ITCH: and whats up with sat-stace?


That is the first meaningful thing you said! Sat-Stace is Saturday Stace, lame, I know, but hey - I like it so please respect that. "Sat-Stace" is something I typed when I was trying to rush out a tag, cos my mum was calling me to switch off the com and all, and the name just stuck. Thanks for asking, anyway, I think that cleared things up for some people.


issy: yo you are sooo *****y i saw your entry about how low belt and low socks people are despo and that they have whatever ****ty pressure nonsense. WHATEVER MATE *****Y PERSON! AND YOU KNOW WHAT i dont


I don't deny that I AM bitchy, but hey, you are too! hypocrite. Please, didn't you take debate lessons? Support your statements, girl. Why d'you think that my statements are nonsensical? freaking piece of shit, you.


anonymous: here's a nice, suitable name for you: desperate jackass.


Firstly, I am not desperate. If you think I am, well, tell me why. And the jackass part, well, that's usually used to refer to males. =)


YOU B ITCH: noone likes you


Oh, yeah? Prove it.


issy: HURR are you like jealous or something? like whatever mann i mean coolness isnt achieved from having low belts if you think so i think you're the one with the bloody problem what is your freaking


Hm, you have a point there. I didn't think that coolness comes with low belts, I probably mixed up some stuff I forgot to say or something. But well, I do think that people who wear low belts and ankle socks are despos, cos they're trying to be "in" and all. I mean, c'mon, it's not like we NEED to wear low belts and ankle socks.


YOU B ITCH: yeah issy is right. You just wear you stupid socks high and belt HIGH ONLY BECAUSE youre dumb and crappy and popular people dont like you. SO PLEASE. get a life stop *****ing about others


Hey, hey, who ever said I wanted "popular" people to like me? I mean, popular people are despos and all that, I don't even want to mix when them. Please, get a clue. You don't know me; don't judge me.


issy: point? YEAH YOU ***** and its not to offend anyone? excuse me people are offended and didnt you hear mrs goh? you are not to insult people in your bloog what rubbish is this if you're such a hypocrite


Excuse me? As if you listened to Mrs. Goh yourself. Besides, it's not right to insult people on their tagboards either.


YOU B ITCH: you dont have friends. so you laugh at yourselfd.


Tsk, tsk. Spelling.


issy: you know why im so affected? because i hate and despise people like you and yourself. i think you're just ****ty rubbish because you think you're so guai and yet you think that way you HAVE ISSUES MAN


Well, I hate and despise people like you. I don't think I'm guai, if you read my older posts, you'll see that I detest being labelled a good girl (like I was in primary school) and I have openly claimed that I am not a good girl, and that my discipline cannot go beyond school rules. THERE. Shitty rubbish? Well, I think the same way of you.


YOU B ITCH: so 'ASS OFF' . I'm seriously thinking of going on blogger and asking them to cancel your blog off.


Without a reason? Please.



YOU B ITCH: when youre dumb and idiotic and corrupted yourself.
2 Aug 05, 19:53YOU B ITCH: yeah issy is right. You just wear you stupid socks high and belt HIGH ONLY BECAUSE youre dumb and crappy and popular people dont like you. SO PLEASE. get a life stop *****ing about others


Please, do yall have similar minds or something? Yall keep using the word "dumb".


issy: YOU PRETENTIOUS LOSER


You actually know the word pretentious! Looks like you're not that much of a bimbo, after all.


assoff: wads wif e long list? i shud just add euu in my list of wierdos. - ahlians rawk


Long list? Too long for your limited mind-space? Poor thing. Oh, and if ahlians rawk, as you say, then I should add you to my list of weirdos.


And I'm tired now, so no more replies.

oh my fuck

I've come up with a brilliant plot idea! =) Okay, ego, but hey...every girl has her day. Brilliance. =D Don't mind the smileys; I'm an expressive person. In written words and symbols, that is. Enru says I should join the freaking interact club. So I'll learn to talk more.


Please?


Aw jeez, interact club is oh-so-freaking-boring. Borification alert! Damn.


Our hamster gave birth to seven naked and pink baby hamsters. We thought the parents were both female. damnation.


Ah, and hockey's in finals! We're playing against Seng Kang again - which is kinda awkward, considering that we had a friendly with sk just before the official tournament started. I. Am. Jealous! Okay, envious.


Blubber.