After conveniently forgetting to blog for a day or two (throw up a hallelujah!), well, is there a second part to this sentence? Oh, I see, right. Tennis has been really fun. I'm still not really good at it, (definitely not a naturale!) but... it's fun! And I'm tanning... a bit. But it's a start. And I've got sunburn too - a horizontal smear across my nose and cheeks. My first case ever, and it hurts a bit, but I ... don't really care.
Tomorrow's the second last day of tennis camp, so, ah well. Maybe I'll continue taking lessons with coach. (:
PAULA, AMANDA, ROBYN, I DEMAND THAT YOU THREE TAKE TENNIS LESSONS AS WELL! i mean, so we can play tennis doubles. (:
I want to skip hockey trng this Friday. So I can have the whole Friday for tennis. Gah. Dammit.
I went cycling just now. 10pm. It's nice to cycle at night, when absolument no one is around and stuff.
Maybe I'll cycle to the tennis center tomorrow. (:
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Monday, November 28, 2005
Tennis camp! It was really fun. I think I'm pretty good at volleys, but I can't do basic serfs (sp?) for nuts. The coach is really nice.
6 kids
3 girls - Me, Kathryn (sp?), Jun Ying
3 guys - Joel, Louis (twins!), Kenneth
Nah, Kenneth isn't the one living at Cardiff. (:
Everyone but me can serf. Isn't that sad? haha.
We did a bit of running/jogging and it wasn't that bad.
It's less strenuous than I thought, though.
But anyway. Fun! :)
6 kids
3 girls - Me, Kathryn (sp?), Jun Ying
3 guys - Joel, Louis (twins!), Kenneth
Nah, Kenneth isn't the one living at Cardiff. (:
Everyone but me can serf. Isn't that sad? haha.
We did a bit of running/jogging and it wasn't that bad.
It's less strenuous than I thought, though.
But anyway. Fun! :)
Sunday, November 27, 2005
05
So I really am in 2Faith! I found the class allocation list. 2Faith06. Au revoir 1Faith05. It seems just yesterday I was nervously shuffling into my new school, just yesterday I sat down in the hall on 23rd December with my new classmates, whom I then didn't know. 05 flew, didn't it?
I think I'll make early resolutions:
Diligently, uh, study. Even though I hate Chinese and all... -NOOOO! MUST THINK POSITIVE!-
Save money? Ahhh.
Improve in...
Studies (see above)
Hockey
Theory -winces-
Tennis!
Wait, physics! Must! Improve! In! Physics!
French!
By the end of 06, I must have made friends with everyone in the oval dais. (:
Must not spend my new year cash rashly.
Overall, become a slightly more confident person. Maybe I'll go with my dad the next time he goes to the Toastmaster's club.
Next year, I'm participating in the NaNo WriMo! Though I should be revising for my streaming at that time, yeah...
Get accepted into the mentorship program. -charges up to Roger Jenkins with army of poems and stories-
Never get below 90% for ting xie. Neva!!!111111
*cough*
Um...
Self discipline!
I resolve to... resolve to resolve to resolve to resolve all my resolutions by the end of 06.
Buh-bye, 05. I mean, one month later, yeah.
I'll give you cookies if you review my newest poem. (:
http://allpoetry.com/Poem/1658160
I think I'll make early resolutions:
Diligently, uh, study. Even though I hate Chinese and all... -NOOOO! MUST THINK POSITIVE!-
Save money? Ahhh.
Improve in...
Studies (see above)
Hockey
Theory -winces-
Tennis!
Wait, physics! Must! Improve! In! Physics!
French!
By the end of 06, I must have made friends with everyone in the oval dais. (:
Must not spend my new year cash rashly.
Overall, become a slightly more confident person. Maybe I'll go with my dad the next time he goes to the Toastmaster's club.
Next year, I'm participating in the NaNo WriMo! Though I should be revising for my streaming at that time, yeah...
Get accepted into the mentorship program. -charges up to Roger Jenkins with army of poems and stories-
Never get below 90% for ting xie. Neva!!!111111
*cough*
Um...
Self discipline!
I resolve to... resolve to resolve to resolve to resolve all my resolutions by the end of 06.
Buh-bye, 05. I mean, one month later, yeah.
I'll give you cookies if you review my newest poem. (:
http://allpoetry.com/Poem/1658160
In preparing for the study of The Good Earth by Pearl S. Buck in 2006, it is essential that you know your text well.
Here’s what you have to do:
1. Read the novel The Good Earth by Pearl S Buck.
2. Below is a list of questions about your book. Answer them with thought and careful reflection.
a. Identify at least 2 issues or themes the book deals with. In a short paragraph, show how each theme is evident in the novel.
b. Did you enjoy the novel? Why or why not? Explain your reasons.
c. Were there any parts of the novel that disturbed you or made you feel uncomfortable? Why did you feel this way? Can I say that No, I was not disturbed by any parts of the novel?
d. Could you identify with any of the characters and the situations in which they found themselves? Elaborate. Why don't I just answer No?
e. Have you learned anything from the book? (Eg. about yourself, other people or life in general?) Say no! No!
Here’s what you have to do:
1. Read the novel The Good Earth by Pearl S Buck.
2. Below is a list of questions about your book. Answer them with thought and careful reflection.
a. Identify at least 2 issues or themes the book deals with. In a short paragraph, show how each theme is evident in the novel.
b. Did you enjoy the novel? Why or why not? Explain your reasons.
c. Were there any parts of the novel that disturbed you or made you feel uncomfortable? Why did you feel this way? Can I say that No, I was not disturbed by any parts of the novel?
d. Could you identify with any of the characters and the situations in which they found themselves? Elaborate. Why don't I just answer No?
e. Have you learned anything from the book? (Eg. about yourself, other people or life in general?) Say no! No!
The mint chocolates I bought have proved to be... not so tasty. Tennis tomorrow! I'll have to wake up damn early, but yeah. Lots of homework not done yet, uh.
My dad actually went so far as to get a new grip for his tennis racket (which is now officially mine) and get me a pair of new tennis shoes. How extravagant, but I'll just count myself lucky. (:
I eavesdropped (and I don't deny it) on my dad's conversation with the coach and there're gonna be 6 children in all attending. Jesus, I hope I'm not the oldest one there. Hope I'm not the only girl there. Hope I'm not the only one there with no tennis experience whatsoever. Hope hope hope. Yeah and I had no idea there was a tennis center within cycling distance of my house - it's at Burghley drive! Fancy that! All this while I've been cycling around the neighbourhood, occasionally going to Burghley, and I had no idea there was a tennis center there.
I'm going to cycle there later. Just for fun. Maybe I'll drag Paula along. (:
This lullaby is only a few words
A simple run of chords
Quiet here in this spare room
But you can hear it, hear it
Wherever you may go
Even if I let you down
This lullaby plays on...
This Lullaby (a book by-) Sarah Dessen
My dad actually went so far as to get a new grip for his tennis racket (which is now officially mine) and get me a pair of new tennis shoes. How extravagant, but I'll just count myself lucky. (:
I eavesdropped (and I don't deny it) on my dad's conversation with the coach and there're gonna be 6 children in all attending. Jesus, I hope I'm not the oldest one there. Hope I'm not the only girl there. Hope I'm not the only one there with no tennis experience whatsoever. Hope hope hope. Yeah and I had no idea there was a tennis center within cycling distance of my house - it's at Burghley drive! Fancy that! All this while I've been cycling around the neighbourhood, occasionally going to Burghley, and I had no idea there was a tennis center there.
I'm going to cycle there later. Just for fun. Maybe I'll drag Paula along. (:
This lullaby is only a few words
A simple run of chords
Quiet here in this spare room
But you can hear it, hear it
Wherever you may go
Even if I let you down
This lullaby plays on...
This Lullaby (a book by-) Sarah Dessen
Saturday, November 26, 2005
1.Whose picture is it that you keep in your wallet?
My ezlink card counts, no?
2. What time do you usually go to bed?
2am, nowadays.
3. What was the last thing you did before filling this survey?
Fanfic. DHr.
4. Who are the people you always meet the most?
Dunno.
5. Who's the person you're gonna call if you need help?
I don't need help.
6. What's on your mind right now?
Completing this quiz.
7. Who's number on your speed dials?
Dunno.
8. With whom do you wanna be to have fun?
Dunno
9. What movie do u wanna watch now?
GoF, Skyhigh, The Exorcism of Emily Rose
10. When was the last time you went out?
Few hours ago.
11. Who do you hate the most for now?
Don't hate. Dislike.
12. When was the first time you slept alone?
Dunno
13. What do you wanna do for now?
Complete this quiz so I can continue with fanfic.
14. What do you do everyday besides eat and sleep?
Computer. Books. Stuff. Cycling.
15. What could piss you off?
Little sisters
16. Are you an animal lover?
More or less
17. Colors that make you happy?
Black, White, Maroon, Navy Blue, Silver, Dark Green, Light Green
18. Most fav thing in your room?
Bed.
19. What was the last thing you bought for your room?
Dunno
20. Any instruments in your room?
Weapons of mass torture.
21. Can you cook?
Don't know nuts about cooking.
22. Miss someone?
My maid?
23. Plan to buy something?
Well duh.
24. Are you satisfied with your life now?
Yep.
25. Do you like seafood?
Yes!
26. Breakfast or dinner?
Depends on the food.
27. What do you usually eat for breakfast?
I don't eat breakfast. Usually.
28. Did you eat breakfast today?
Prata.
29. Do you recycle?
Nah...
30. Do you have a laptop?
Wish I did!
31. What's your favorite fast food?
Double cheese hamburger without pickles.
32. Cats or dogs?
Cats
33. Salty or sweet?
Both
34. City or country?
What kind of question is that?
35. How do you prefer to spend your holiday?
Dunno
36. Is kissing normal for your age?
Yes, duh.
37. Are you athletic?
I like sports.
38. Do you swear?
Lots of times.
39. Would you ditch your friends for a date?
Depends if I've already arranged something with them. They should understand if it's a dream date.
40. Do you have your own cell phone?
Yes.
41.what do you wear to bed?
Shirt, shorts.
42. Ever had a crush on a teacher?
Nah.
43. Coke or pepsi?
Coke.
44. Sugar or spice?
Both.
45. Can you use chopsticks?
Nope.
46. Do you like to read for pleasure?
DUH.
47. Do you care about getting good grades?
Yeah.
48.Have u ever fallen sleep in class?
Almost. Once.
49. Get a job or ask your parents for money?
Ask.
50. Is your dad strict?
Nah.
51. Do your parents give you enough privacy?
Nah. Well, does being irritating and asking stupid questions count?
52. Do your parents trust you?
Dunno
53. Would you trade places (in life) with your best friends?
No
54.Does your best friend get on your nerves?
Sometimes
55. Do you tell your mom everything?
No way.
56. What's the first thing you do when you go into the bathroom?
Stupid.
PART 2
1. What have u been doing these past few days?
What do normal people do during a holiday?
2. Last movie you watched?
no idea
3. Favorite song/s?
Lots.
4. Favourite tv show?
War and Beauty. Tong Xin Yuan pales in comparison to this.
5. What are you planning to do this weekend?
Laze. The usual.
6. Do you smoke?
Nah. Maybe.
7. Any people in love with you right now?
My parents? And this irritating jerk.
8. Do you prefer SMS or talking on the phone?
I prefer meeting people in person or chatting on msn.
9. Are you missing someone right now?
This was asked before.
10. What are you doing right now?
... Stupid.
11. When was the last time you received a text msg?
Yesterday. Hate sms.
12. Ten words that fit you right now?
Lazy lazy lazy lazy lazy etc etc.
13. Name your best friends.
Best? Friends? Friendship?
14. One person you want to spend the rest of your life with?
To spend the rest of your life with just one person is boring, honey.
15. What were you doing before this?
Reading fanfics. This was asked before, dammit!
Stupid quiz.
My ezlink card counts, no?
2. What time do you usually go to bed?
2am, nowadays.
3. What was the last thing you did before filling this survey?
Fanfic. DHr.
4. Who are the people you always meet the most?
Dunno.
5. Who's the person you're gonna call if you need help?
I don't need help.
6. What's on your mind right now?
Completing this quiz.
7. Who's number on your speed dials?
Dunno.
8. With whom do you wanna be to have fun?
Dunno
9. What movie do u wanna watch now?
GoF, Skyhigh, The Exorcism of Emily Rose
10. When was the last time you went out?
Few hours ago.
11. Who do you hate the most for now?
Don't hate. Dislike.
12. When was the first time you slept alone?
Dunno
13. What do you wanna do for now?
Complete this quiz so I can continue with fanfic.
14. What do you do everyday besides eat and sleep?
Computer. Books. Stuff. Cycling.
15. What could piss you off?
Little sisters
16. Are you an animal lover?
More or less
17. Colors that make you happy?
Black, White, Maroon, Navy Blue, Silver, Dark Green, Light Green
18. Most fav thing in your room?
Bed.
19. What was the last thing you bought for your room?
Dunno
20. Any instruments in your room?
Weapons of mass torture.
21. Can you cook?
Don't know nuts about cooking.
22. Miss someone?
My maid?
23. Plan to buy something?
Well duh.
24. Are you satisfied with your life now?
Yep.
25. Do you like seafood?
Yes!
26. Breakfast or dinner?
Depends on the food.
27. What do you usually eat for breakfast?
I don't eat breakfast. Usually.
28. Did you eat breakfast today?
Prata.
29. Do you recycle?
Nah...
30. Do you have a laptop?
Wish I did!
31. What's your favorite fast food?
Double cheese hamburger without pickles.
32. Cats or dogs?
Cats
33. Salty or sweet?
Both
34. City or country?
What kind of question is that?
35. How do you prefer to spend your holiday?
Dunno
36. Is kissing normal for your age?
Yes, duh.
37. Are you athletic?
I like sports.
38. Do you swear?
Lots of times.
39. Would you ditch your friends for a date?
Depends if I've already arranged something with them. They should understand if it's a dream date.
40. Do you have your own cell phone?
Yes.
41.what do you wear to bed?
Shirt, shorts.
42. Ever had a crush on a teacher?
Nah.
43. Coke or pepsi?
Coke.
44. Sugar or spice?
Both.
45. Can you use chopsticks?
Nope.
46. Do you like to read for pleasure?
DUH.
47. Do you care about getting good grades?
Yeah.
48.Have u ever fallen sleep in class?
Almost. Once.
49. Get a job or ask your parents for money?
Ask.
50. Is your dad strict?
Nah.
51. Do your parents give you enough privacy?
Nah. Well, does being irritating and asking stupid questions count?
52. Do your parents trust you?
Dunno
53. Would you trade places (in life) with your best friends?
No
54.Does your best friend get on your nerves?
Sometimes
55. Do you tell your mom everything?
No way.
56. What's the first thing you do when you go into the bathroom?
Stupid.
PART 2
1. What have u been doing these past few days?
What do normal people do during a holiday?
2. Last movie you watched?
no idea
3. Favorite song/s?
Lots.
4. Favourite tv show?
War and Beauty. Tong Xin Yuan pales in comparison to this.
5. What are you planning to do this weekend?
Laze. The usual.
6. Do you smoke?
Nah. Maybe.
7. Any people in love with you right now?
My parents? And this irritating jerk.
8. Do you prefer SMS or talking on the phone?
I prefer meeting people in person or chatting on msn.
9. Are you missing someone right now?
This was asked before.
10. What are you doing right now?
... Stupid.
11. When was the last time you received a text msg?
Yesterday. Hate sms.
12. Ten words that fit you right now?
Lazy lazy lazy lazy lazy etc etc.
13. Name your best friends.
Best? Friends? Friendship?
14. One person you want to spend the rest of your life with?
To spend the rest of your life with just one person is boring, honey.
15. What were you doing before this?
Reading fanfics. This was asked before, dammit!
Stupid quiz.
Jesus. The bimbo is in denial. Of being a bimbo. A very bimboesque one at that. Very very. Very! Hm. I guess that's just bimbo behaviour. I mean, which bimbo would admit to being a bimbo? Or know that she's a bimbo in the first place?
Ah... poor things. Bimbos, I mean. A common, multiplying race in this monde, so oblivious! Spitty.
Yeah so yeah. Stupid phone keeps... ringing! Ringing!
Mmphm. Sleepy.
My French classmates seem to be an intelligent lot. Dominic didn't do as well as expected but everyone knows that he's smarter than he seems so it doesn't matter. Claudia, Cheryl, and Lydia got 266, 265, 256 respectively. Joanne scored 264 three years ago. Elaine can't remember her results. I feel stupid in comparison to them. (:
Nourredine seems pretty proud of them. =)
I think.
And... he's going to Paris for the holidays! Paris! Paris! (pronounce it as the French do, Parih) Paris! Paris! Paris! Mmphm. I wanna climb the Eiffel tower tour d'eiffel step by step. The best place in the monde!
Dammit I hate... nevermind.
Amanda has a blog? Hmm...
yarr!
(as in, pirate yarr, yarr)
Ah... poor things. Bimbos, I mean. A common, multiplying race in this monde, so oblivious! Spitty.
Yeah so yeah. Stupid phone keeps... ringing! Ringing!
Mmphm. Sleepy.
My French classmates seem to be an intelligent lot. Dominic didn't do as well as expected but everyone knows that he's smarter than he seems so it doesn't matter. Claudia, Cheryl, and Lydia got 266, 265, 256 respectively. Joanne scored 264 three years ago. Elaine can't remember her results. I feel stupid in comparison to them. (:
Nourredine seems pretty proud of them. =)
I think.
And... he's going to Paris for the holidays! Paris! Paris! (pronounce it as the French do, Parih) Paris! Paris! Paris! Mmphm. I wanna climb the Eiffel tower tour d'eiffel step by step. The best place in the monde!
Dammit I hate... nevermind.
Amanda has a blog? Hmm...
yarr!
(as in, pirate yarr, yarr)
quizzical
I've decided to do the quiz Robyn's been doing. Sounds fun. (:
1. Paula
2. Clarissa
3. James
4. Gordon
5. Amanda
6. Me
7. Shi Hao
8. Mushroom
9. Robyn
10. Sutthersan
11. Tricia
12. Joy (Tjhi)
13. Kenneth (don't ask, Robyn, Paula, Amanda!)
14. Karyn
15. Dominic
16. Lydia
17. Claudia
18. Joanne (from French, not hockey)
19. Cheryl
20. Elaine (Tay, from French)
How did you meet 13?
Er... cough, cough. Would it be fair to say that I never met him?
What would happen if you never met 5?
I wouldn't have gone to Tavistock park a few days ago. SPAR would become SPR.
What do you honestly think of 10?
Typical younger brother. A pretty friendly guy. (:
Have you ever liked 3?
He's my cousin, whaddaya think?
If 1 died tomorrow, what is one thing that you would like to do?
I'd... I'd... I'd... be very sad. And I'd...I'd...I'd... burn a paper dog for her! :D
Would 2 and 11 make a good couple?
They are cousins. Clarissa is a devout Christian, so I don't think she believes in incest or homosexuality... Is the union of cousins incest, btw? Royalty did it all the time.
Do you think 12 is hot?
The usual 35 degrees or so, I suppose?
Would 1 and 17 make a lovely couple?
Nah.
Do you know any of 3's family members?
Well duh. Like, we're cousins?
On a scale of 1-10 how cute is 14?
I haven't seen her in months. Won't judge. (:
What would you do if 4 just professed his/her undying love for you?
Cousin!
What language does 19 speak?
English, Chinese, French, maybe some others I don't know of.
Who is 8 going out with?
Hello? How'd I know?
Would 18 and 5 make a good couple?
Nah. One's primary four and the other's in sec three. Amanda is definitely straight, anyway. -ahem-
When was the last time you talked to 6?
Technically you can't judge schizos by the way they look, but I don't seem like one, do I? Well, muahaha, yes, I talk to myself!
What is 18's favorite band?
No idea.
Does 4 have any siblings?
Two brothers.
Would you ever date 1?
No.
Would you ever date 7?
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Horrifying mental images! No! No! No!
Is 15 single?
I think so.
What is 19's last name?
Er... I... Don't... Know... Her name's Cheryl though. ;-_-
What is 3's middle name?
None.
What is 10's fantasy?
I don't know?
Would 14 and 19 make a good couple?
Nah.
What school does 16 go to?
Er... some school in... Bukit Batok?
What school does 1 go to?
Zhonghua Sec!
Where does 9 live?
I can give you the exact address if you like. Postal code not included, though.
Would you make out with 13?
-starts choking- I'd say 'maybe' if I were a tease. But I'm not sure if I'm a tease or not so I won't say anything.
Are 5 and 6 best friends?
We're friends.
Is 20 older than you?
Yep!
Is 4 the sexiest bitch prettiest girl alive?
-splutter!- Oh my gosh, is it possible to die laughing?
Is 17 your ex?
-looks surprised- Why, how did you know? NO.
Do you ever see yourself with 12 and 18?
Nah.
How is 2?
How? As in 'how are you' how? Hm. I dunno.
And I don't really feel like giving a friendsterish testimonial now, so... yep.
1. Paula
2. Clarissa
3. James
4. Gordon
5. Amanda
6. Me
7. Shi Hao
8. Mushroom
9. Robyn
10. Sutthersan
11. Tricia
12. Joy (Tjhi)
13. Kenneth (don't ask, Robyn, Paula, Amanda!)
14. Karyn
15. Dominic
16. Lydia
17. Claudia
18. Joanne (from French, not hockey)
19. Cheryl
20. Elaine (Tay, from French)
How did you meet 13?
Er... cough, cough. Would it be fair to say that I never met him?
What would happen if you never met 5?
I wouldn't have gone to Tavistock park a few days ago. SPAR would become SPR.
What do you honestly think of 10?
Typical younger brother. A pretty friendly guy. (:
Have you ever liked 3?
He's my cousin, whaddaya think?
If 1 died tomorrow, what is one thing that you would like to do?
I'd... I'd... I'd... be very sad. And I'd...I'd...I'd... burn a paper dog for her! :D
Would 2 and 11 make a good couple?
They are cousins. Clarissa is a devout Christian, so I don't think she believes in incest or homosexuality... Is the union of cousins incest, btw? Royalty did it all the time.
Do you think 12 is hot?
The usual 35 degrees or so, I suppose?
Would 1 and 17 make a lovely couple?
Nah.
Do you know any of 3's family members?
Well duh. Like, we're cousins?
On a scale of 1-10 how cute is 14?
I haven't seen her in months. Won't judge. (:
What would you do if 4 just professed his/her undying love for you?
Cousin!
What language does 19 speak?
English, Chinese, French, maybe some others I don't know of.
Who is 8 going out with?
Hello? How'd I know?
Would 18 and 5 make a good couple?
Nah. One's primary four and the other's in sec three. Amanda is definitely straight, anyway. -ahem-
When was the last time you talked to 6?
Technically you can't judge schizos by the way they look, but I don't seem like one, do I? Well, muahaha, yes, I talk to myself!
What is 18's favorite band?
No idea.
Does 4 have any siblings?
Two brothers.
Would you ever date 1?
No.
Would you ever date 7?
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Horrifying mental images! No! No! No!
Is 15 single?
I think so.
What is 19's last name?
Er... I... Don't... Know... Her name's Cheryl though. ;-_-
What is 3's middle name?
None.
What is 10's fantasy?
I don't know?
Would 14 and 19 make a good couple?
Nah.
What school does 16 go to?
Er... some school in... Bukit Batok?
What school does 1 go to?
Zhonghua Sec!
Where does 9 live?
I can give you the exact address if you like. Postal code not included, though.
Would you make out with 13?
-starts choking- I'd say 'maybe' if I were a tease. But I'm not sure if I'm a tease or not so I won't say anything.
Are 5 and 6 best friends?
We're friends.
Is 20 older than you?
Yep!
Is 4 the sexiest bitch prettiest girl alive?
-splutter!- Oh my gosh, is it possible to die laughing?
Is 17 your ex?
-looks surprised- Why, how did you know? NO.
Do you ever see yourself with 12 and 18?
Nah.
How is 2?
How? As in 'how are you' how? Hm. I dunno.
And I don't really feel like giving a friendsterish testimonial now, so... yep.
Our lit books are insufferably boring. What were they even thinking when they assigned us those stupid fagging things? x_x
9th December... hm. 6a04 chalet. 6a04!
I can't believe that Zhonghua's top scorer is a 266-er. I mean, it's a bit hypocritical since I didn't score that well, but hopefully the P6 2006ers will do better. Zhonghua's going to the dogs in less than ten years. Less! Than! Ten! Years!
(strangely inarticulate)
epebble's still down.
I still have to order the blasted MEP book. A thick fat tome filled with endlessly boring text. There're lots of boring things nowadays, eh?
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Dammit epebble dammit!
Jeez. Fell asleep after reading part of Stories From Asia, one of our coughboringcough lit books. Woke up at about 10 something. Ate dinner. Washed the dishes. A world first! Throw up a hallelujah! No, wait. The second time. I think. Uh...
So now I'm sitting here, my back creaky, my eyes fatigued, damning the French homework I haven't done yet, damning the homework I haven't done yet (I finished Geog and Hist though!)...
Oh, yeah.
2 Chinese comprehensions
EL Lit
CL Lit (X_x reminds me of some disgusting euphemism of a part of the female anatomy)
Maths
Chem (omfg)
Bio (omf,f,g!)
Don't know if I have any others. My accomplishment of geog and history pales in comparison to the homework I haven't completed yet. -puts on dead fish face-
9th December... hm. 6a04 chalet. 6a04!
I can't believe that Zhonghua's top scorer is a 266-er. I mean, it's a bit hypocritical since I didn't score that well, but hopefully the P6 2006ers will do better. Zhonghua's going to the dogs in less than ten years. Less! Than! Ten! Years!
(strangely inarticulate)
epebble's still down.
I still have to order the blasted MEP book. A thick fat tome filled with endlessly boring text. There're lots of boring things nowadays, eh?
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Dammit epebble dammit!
Jeez. Fell asleep after reading part of Stories From Asia, one of our coughboringcough lit books. Woke up at about 10 something. Ate dinner. Washed the dishes. A world first! Throw up a hallelujah! No, wait. The second time. I think. Uh...
So now I'm sitting here, my back creaky, my eyes fatigued, damning the French homework I haven't done yet, damning the homework I haven't done yet (I finished Geog and Hist though!)...
Oh, yeah.
2 Chinese comprehensions
EL Lit
CL Lit (X_x reminds me of some disgusting euphemism of a part of the female anatomy)
Maths
Chem (omfg)
Bio (omf,f,g!)
Don't know if I have any others. My accomplishment of geog and history pales in comparison to the homework I haven't completed yet. -puts on dead fish face-
Friday, November 25, 2005
EPEBBLE WON'T WORK!!!!!!1111
-ahem-
Yeah. The blasted server's dooooooown. Sad sad sad sad sad. I know I'm in 2F but I want to see the thing.
WHYYYYYYY is it down?!
Er yeah. Hockey today wasn't so good. Warm up was actually better than the actual playing. I got a bad stomachache halfway and called out for a few mins. Apparently I look pale, according to Mrs Tan and Annice. Hm. Maybe people think I'm a sad little damsel who should've stuck to her books instead of messing around with big dangerous hockey sticks.
Lovely.
Oh, and I've finished the book The Village By The Sea.
It. Is. The. Most. Boring. Book. I've. Ever. Read!
The characters aren't even well-developed. The plot is so predictable. Drunkards don't stop being drunkards all of a sudden. Boring!
I can't believe we have to study that piece of shite for literature next year.
I can't believe it actually won an award.
Boring boring boring!
Ahem. Not that I mean to slander Anita Desai. Just her book. Boring!
Amanda came over just now. Hm. She...nevermind.
You really know how to focus on Personal Time
But everyone needs a break — even from things they're great at. Don't get us wrong, it's great that you know how to spend time and energy on yourself. In fact, you're better than most at finding time to get away from the hustle and bustle of life. Whether it's a massage at the spa, a hike in the hills, or a quiet night with a good novel, you give yourself plenty of time to detox from stress. And you're not afraid to be a little indulgent if you need to — after all, you've earned it.
Just make sure you're not neglecting other areas of your life, too. Enjoying that time alone is all the more special when you shake things up now and then. Why not invite a few co-workers or friends over for dinner? Take some exercise classes to meet new people? You might be surprised at how much more enjoyable your you-time becomes. Now that's treating yourself right.
Riight. I mean, right. Literally. Not sarcastically. Um, yeah.
(Oh, and congrats to Yeu Jia and Cheryl who got 267 and 265 respectively for the psle05)
-ahem-
Yeah. The blasted server's dooooooown. Sad sad sad sad sad. I know I'm in 2F but I want to see the thing.
WHYYYYYYY is it down?!
Er yeah. Hockey today wasn't so good. Warm up was actually better than the actual playing. I got a bad stomachache halfway and called out for a few mins. Apparently I look pale, according to Mrs Tan and Annice. Hm. Maybe people think I'm a sad little damsel who should've stuck to her books instead of messing around with big dangerous hockey sticks.
Lovely.
Oh, and I've finished the book The Village By The Sea.
It. Is. The. Most. Boring. Book. I've. Ever. Read!
The characters aren't even well-developed. The plot is so predictable. Drunkards don't stop being drunkards all of a sudden. Boring!
I can't believe we have to study that piece of shite for literature next year.
I can't believe it actually won an award.
Boring boring boring!
Ahem. Not that I mean to slander Anita Desai. Just her book. Boring!
Amanda came over just now. Hm. She...nevermind.
You really know how to focus on Personal Time
But everyone needs a break — even from things they're great at. Don't get us wrong, it's great that you know how to spend time and energy on yourself. In fact, you're better than most at finding time to get away from the hustle and bustle of life. Whether it's a massage at the spa, a hike in the hills, or a quiet night with a good novel, you give yourself plenty of time to detox from stress. And you're not afraid to be a little indulgent if you need to — after all, you've earned it.
Just make sure you're not neglecting other areas of your life, too. Enjoying that time alone is all the more special when you shake things up now and then. Why not invite a few co-workers or friends over for dinner? Take some exercise classes to meet new people? You might be surprised at how much more enjoyable your you-time becomes. Now that's treating yourself right.
Riight. I mean, right. Literally. Not sarcastically. Um, yeah.
(Oh, and congrats to Yeu Jia and Cheryl who got 267 and 265 respectively for the psle05)
Thursday, November 24, 2005
The previous post was post number 333. I remember on 03.03.03, I had my Maths exam. The invigilator pointed it out and said, "Maybe you'll be lucky on this day." Ironically, I did badly for the exam.
Just thought I'd point it out.
I've finished watching War and Beauty. It's really sad, and not in the sappy KoreanDramaish way. I don't know who to feel sad for - it's absolutely bittersweet. Yee Shun, my favourite character, (apart from On Sin) escapes the revolt in the palace with Hung Mo and On Sin (who're a couple). On Sin is dying on the way, shot by an arrow, but she doesn't tell Hung Mo so she can enjoy their last moments together. Chan Song, Hung Mo's brother who realizes that he hasn't betrayed him after all, died earlier in the palace. Doctor Seun and Yuk-Ying burn together in her room, imprisoned by the scheming Empress.
Usually it's ridiculous when many people die at the end of a movie/story, but this one was pulled off nicely and convincingly. It makes you feel so sad, ha.
You should really watch all the 30 episodes.
Much more touching than what I made it out to be. (:
On Sin is the person I feel saddest for. She goes through so much, and not only does she not get to avenge her grandmother in the end, she also dies shortly after escaping.
And, I pity Madam Yue. She turns over a new leaf and everything, but she stays in the Forbidden Palace though she has a chance to escape it.
And the maids - wonder what's become of Pak-Lan.
These directors really know the way to a person's heart. =/
Just thought I'd point it out.
I've finished watching War and Beauty. It's really sad, and not in the sappy KoreanDramaish way. I don't know who to feel sad for - it's absolutely bittersweet. Yee Shun, my favourite character, (apart from On Sin) escapes the revolt in the palace with Hung Mo and On Sin (who're a couple). On Sin is dying on the way, shot by an arrow, but she doesn't tell Hung Mo so she can enjoy their last moments together. Chan Song, Hung Mo's brother who realizes that he hasn't betrayed him after all, died earlier in the palace. Doctor Seun and Yuk-Ying burn together in her room, imprisoned by the scheming Empress.
Usually it's ridiculous when many people die at the end of a movie/story, but this one was pulled off nicely and convincingly. It makes you feel so sad, ha.
You should really watch all the 30 episodes.
Much more touching than what I made it out to be. (:
On Sin is the person I feel saddest for. She goes through so much, and not only does she not get to avenge her grandmother in the end, she also dies shortly after escaping.
And, I pity Madam Yue. She turns over a new leaf and everything, but she stays in the Forbidden Palace though she has a chance to escape it.
And the maids - wonder what's become of Pak-Lan.
These directors really know the way to a person's heart. =/
In my entire lifetime, I want to (definitely must!) visit:
America-
NYC (Maybe I'll move there)
California
San Francisco
Massachusetts
Connecticut; Saybrook, Wethersfield
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Italy
France
Germany (Berlin?)
Scotland
Switzerland
(hopefully I can learn a bit of each language)
Egypt
Africa
As you can see I haven't any desire to visit any countries in Asia.
Wonder how I'll get all that money to travel. I'll just have to work and work and work, I guess. Lovely work. Lovely aeroplanes. Hopefully I'll return to Singapore (will I even return?) in one piece, terrorist-untouched, albeit a little jetlagged.
NYC!
America-
NYC (Maybe I'll move there)
California
San Francisco
Massachusetts
Connecticut; Saybrook, Wethersfield
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Italy
France
Germany (Berlin?)
Scotland
Switzerland
(hopefully I can learn a bit of each language)
Egypt
Africa
As you can see I haven't any desire to visit any countries in Asia.
Wonder how I'll get all that money to travel. I'll just have to work and work and work, I guess. Lovely work. Lovely aeroplanes. Hopefully I'll return to Singapore (will I even return?) in one piece, terrorist-untouched, albeit a little jetlagged.
NYC!
Whee! It's 2.12am, 24th November, Thursday morning, and I've completed my History and Geography homework. Yay for me.
You know, it was exactly one year ago that I received my psle results. Exactly one year ago when I was shocked to the bone and had my dazed face photographed on the stage. I don't know whether to laugh or cringe at the thought. A few hours later, I bet some people will be just as surprised as me, some just as disappointed as others I know. Poor primary sixes.
I feel for you guys! Really!
It's really not that scary. You get used to your results sooner or later. Now I kinda think it's no big deal. So what if I was hell surprised? So what if my legs shook like jelly, literally, when I went onto the stage to take that honorable spot? So what? It all blows over, dah-lings, no sweat about it anymore. It's just a stupid 3 digits. For some more unfortunate, 2 digits. For the least unfortunate, 1 digit, but that has never happened before, I think.
November and December come and go in a blurred flurry and you can't piece week from week, day from day. It's just one entire mass of time and you're either happy or sad. Well, fuck sad. No one really cares, you know. Your mum can scream in ire, or squeal with delightedness (like Pei Ying's mum when she topped the level!) but it's just a freaking score. The psle is, in reality, one normal test that's blown up with hot air and called an aeroplane. It's just one test that determines your life for the next four years. One test! You don't have to get so hyped up over one bloody test.
Oh, jeezus, I've been rambling. Anyway. Stupid idiot thinks it's because I don't want to pay. Hell, I'll pay if I want to, I'm not dirt poor or something. You know, he's really not setting an example for his gender - thick, dense bullshit.
You know, it was exactly one year ago that I received my psle results. Exactly one year ago when I was shocked to the bone and had my dazed face photographed on the stage. I don't know whether to laugh or cringe at the thought. A few hours later, I bet some people will be just as surprised as me, some just as disappointed as others I know. Poor primary sixes.
I feel for you guys! Really!
It's really not that scary. You get used to your results sooner or later. Now I kinda think it's no big deal. So what if I was hell surprised? So what if my legs shook like jelly, literally, when I went onto the stage to take that honorable spot? So what? It all blows over, dah-lings, no sweat about it anymore. It's just a stupid 3 digits. For some more unfortunate, 2 digits. For the least unfortunate, 1 digit, but that has never happened before, I think.
November and December come and go in a blurred flurry and you can't piece week from week, day from day. It's just one entire mass of time and you're either happy or sad. Well, fuck sad. No one really cares, you know. Your mum can scream in ire, or squeal with delightedness (like Pei Ying's mum when she topped the level!) but it's just a freaking score. The psle is, in reality, one normal test that's blown up with hot air and called an aeroplane. It's just one test that determines your life for the next four years. One test! You don't have to get so hyped up over one bloody test.
Oh, jeezus, I've been rambling. Anyway. Stupid idiot thinks it's because I don't want to pay. Hell, I'll pay if I want to, I'm not dirt poor or something. You know, he's really not setting an example for his gender - thick, dense bullshit.
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Entire difference in one dimension
sixth, seventh, eighth
non-existent
in my definition
they harbour such
I say naught.
The world changes!
Big-scale postulation
and what about small-scale?
No one mentioned the geographic changes
of one's heart.
Meh. Diary stuff. Don't try to bother making sense outta it because you'd have to understand the route my train of thought takes first. (: War and Beauty. Ever watched that Cantonese drama? Amazing, the script is. Yee Shun is the 'good, considerate one' at first, maybe a tad 'scheming' nevertheless, Yuk Ying the 'bad' one. Or so us audience assume. Then as the plot changes, things logically twist into place - Yee Shun becomes wholly 'bad', Yuk Ying becomes the one to be pitied and loved and people are screaming at her to realize that Doctor Suen loves her. Yee Shun also happens to like this Doctor Suen.
Things seem so set in stone, but the human mind is unpredictable, mainly because the power of the heart can take over it at whim. Or so I've deduced.
I don't really have any strong desire to watch GoF. Wonder why. My heroine Hermione Granger goes gaga over Cedric, so I've heard. Bad bad bad bad bad. Then again I think I'd like to see the entrance of the Beauxbatons pupils. Also, Beauxbatons isn't an all-girls' school - it's coed. Or however they call it in the wizarding community.
I'm starting to have a fondness for eccentric shapes.
sixth, seventh, eighth
non-existent
in my definition
they harbour such
I say naught.
The world changes!
Big-scale postulation
and what about small-scale?
No one mentioned the geographic changes
of one's heart.
Meh. Diary stuff. Don't try to bother making sense outta it because you'd have to understand the route my train of thought takes first. (: War and Beauty. Ever watched that Cantonese drama? Amazing, the script is. Yee Shun is the 'good, considerate one' at first, maybe a tad 'scheming' nevertheless, Yuk Ying the 'bad' one. Or so us audience assume. Then as the plot changes, things logically twist into place - Yee Shun becomes wholly 'bad', Yuk Ying becomes the one to be pitied and loved and people are screaming at her to realize that Doctor Suen loves her. Yee Shun also happens to like this Doctor Suen.
Things seem so set in stone, but the human mind is unpredictable, mainly because the power of the heart can take over it at whim. Or so I've deduced.
I don't really have any strong desire to watch GoF. Wonder why. My heroine Hermione Granger goes gaga over Cedric, so I've heard. Bad bad bad bad bad. Then again I think I'd like to see the entrance of the Beauxbatons pupils. Also, Beauxbatons isn't an all-girls' school - it's coed. Or however they call it in the wizarding community.
I'm starting to have a fondness for eccentric shapes.
There's this band called Sisters of the Red Death. Their songs are kinda morbid, but they're a band that knows how to create nice song titles. Like The Great Castration. lmfao, lmfao.
In lieu of Dead Brides
The Body and The Blood
The Banshee Ballet
A Joyless Euphoria
Silhouette Serenade
Nice. (:
My favourites are Shiver and The Great Castration.
I'm not harbouring any obscene thoughts.
I mean, why would I?
Yeah, so, yeah.
Spotlight is teh greatest. (:
In lieu of Dead Brides
The Body and The Blood
The Banshee Ballet
A Joyless Euphoria
Silhouette Serenade
Nice. (:
My favourites are Shiver and The Great Castration.
I'm not harbouring any obscene thoughts.
I mean, why would I?
Yeah, so, yeah.
Spotlight is teh greatest. (:
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Stupid idiot had the gall to ask me for a treat when he could've asked his brothers instead. Just because I'm sixty bucks richer doesn't mean I plan on doling out my precious cash -not to mention first ever cash award- as Christmas gifts! Guys. Are. Insensitive. He never gives up, does he? However, I do not see myself doing a Lily Evans anytime soon. Ha! Too bad for him.
I love chicken rice. With eggs. Mm. Just one of random nowaday-cravings.
Oh, and The Corrs've released a new album.
And they're thinking of converting Shakespeare to chatspeak/textmessage slang.
Such that To be or not to be? becomes 2b?Nt2b? EW. Just. Plain. EW! How could they rape the English language like that?! Huh?! Huh?! Huh?!
THIS TRAVESTY OF THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE MUST STOP.
What the hell are they thinking?
Jee. Zus.
Hmph.
And I've gotten my Geog textbook and CME stuff and Chinese textbooks. Unfortunately Popular doesn't have the rest of the books I want so I'll have to wake up early (gasp!) tomorrow morning for the school's book sale.
I still feel like a total outsider. I guess there really is a major personality difference when you compare 1999 and 2005.
Godammit.
I love chicken rice. With eggs. Mm. Just one of random nowaday-cravings.
Oh, and The Corrs've released a new album.
And they're thinking of converting Shakespeare to chatspeak/textmessage slang.
Such that To be or not to be? becomes 2b?Nt2b? EW. Just. Plain. EW! How could they rape the English language like that?! Huh?! Huh?! Huh?!
THIS TRAVESTY OF THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE MUST STOP.
What the hell are they thinking?
Jee. Zus.
Hmph.
And I've gotten my Geog textbook and CME stuff and Chinese textbooks. Unfortunately Popular doesn't have the rest of the books I want so I'll have to wake up early (gasp!) tomorrow morning for the school's book sale.
I still feel like a total outsider. I guess there really is a major personality difference when you compare 1999 and 2005.
Godammit.
Your signature city is New York
Whether you like to have lots of options at your fingertips or you like to be in a metropolitan environment that's buzzing with energy, the Big Apple is the perfect place for you. Maybe you like to mix and mingle at some of the edgiest restaurants, shops, and clubs in the world. Or maybe you like to be in the middle of it all — in the bright lights and big city.
One night could be dinner and a show on Broadway, a stroll through Central Park the next, or a trip to the Met the next. From Grand Central Station to Greenwich Village, New York's got some of the biggest and edgiest things to see and do anywhere in the world. No wonder a trendsetter like you would be right at home in the Big Apple.
You're a Mischievous Brat
Just because you haven't gotten caught, doesn't mean you're not a big brat. Sure, you love to do things like pull the fire alarm or the wool over people's eyes. But what makes you unique, and sure, a little fun, is the way you always manage to skip out on getting blamed.
Smart and sneaky, you know how to fly under the radar. And, on the rare occasion where you do get caught, you know just how to sweet-talk your way out of it. We know it sounds like you're the coolest cat around, but you know what they say — what goes around comes around. Watch out!
Whether you like to have lots of options at your fingertips or you like to be in a metropolitan environment that's buzzing with energy, the Big Apple is the perfect place for you. Maybe you like to mix and mingle at some of the edgiest restaurants, shops, and clubs in the world. Or maybe you like to be in the middle of it all — in the bright lights and big city.
One night could be dinner and a show on Broadway, a stroll through Central Park the next, or a trip to the Met the next. From Grand Central Station to Greenwich Village, New York's got some of the biggest and edgiest things to see and do anywhere in the world. No wonder a trendsetter like you would be right at home in the Big Apple.
You're a Mischievous Brat
Just because you haven't gotten caught, doesn't mean you're not a big brat. Sure, you love to do things like pull the fire alarm or the wool over people's eyes. But what makes you unique, and sure, a little fun, is the way you always manage to skip out on getting blamed.
Smart and sneaky, you know how to fly under the radar. And, on the rare occasion where you do get caught, you know just how to sweet-talk your way out of it. We know it sounds like you're the coolest cat around, but you know what they say — what goes around comes around. Watch out!
Sweet jesus, I'm bored.
I feel like attending a party. Any party.
Or reading more chick-lit books.
No homework! I wish.
Oh, god, god, god dammit.
Piano later!
I hate absolutely hate.
Weirdness, huh?
Graduation blues!
Wheeee!
Darn shit freak!
Piano dammit.
Party, please? Anyone?
Tavistock?
I want magazines! Lots and lots of magazines
and books!
Oh, I got it. I wanna go to Borders.
Lovely Borders.
Watch GoF by myself.
Go cycling myself.
Solo! Solitaire! Whee!
oh well.
Crash bang boom back
on earth.
I feel like attending a party. Any party.
Or reading more chick-lit books.
No homework! I wish.
Oh, god, god, god dammit.
Piano later!
I hate absolutely hate.
Weirdness, huh?
Graduation blues!
Wheeee!
Darn shit freak!
Piano dammit.
Party, please? Anyone?
Tavistock?
I want magazines! Lots and lots of magazines
and books!
Oh, I got it. I wanna go to Borders.
Lovely Borders.
Watch GoF by myself.
Go cycling myself.
Solo! Solitaire! Whee!
oh well.
Crash bang boom back
on earth.
Online Lingerer
You're not a complete netaholic as you do live most of your life away from the web. But you sometimes spend a little more time on the web than is probably good for you. The internet is fantastic, there's no doubt about that and there's nothing wrong at all with the odd surf around, especially looking your most favourite site (Teens, obv). Problem is, it can be a tad addictive for some people who end up unable to tear themselves away from their virtual world, even when they could be doing fun/useful/important stuff in the real world. Just keep a check on it.
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Not true! And that is possible...how?
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Wicked White-liar
You wouldn’t look someone in the eye and say pink is yellow, but you’re a wizz at those weany white porkies. Whether it’s to get out of trouble (“It was like that when I found it”) or to bag that bit of extra kudos (“and so I told Brenda the bully to bog off or else”), you often find those little lies too tempting to resist. Mostly your lies are so subtle you get away with it. But every now and then you get sussed and afterwards people think twice before trusting you. Worth remembering next time feel a fib coming on. .
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I'm not a good liar. Really. But I lie.
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Maid Marion, Little John, The Sheriff, Robin Hood
You are essentially a contented person, even if you consider yourself a little superior. You are moral by your own standards, for you believe that morality is what best suits the occasion.
Men: You are sexually uninhibited, more romantic than you may appear, and more dependent on the approval of others than you care to admit.
Women: You like being a woman, you understand what love is, and frankly enjoy sex.
This combination represents 10% of total, 9% of men and 11% of women.
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Really? Hm. Different but interesting.
http://www.personalityquiz.net/test/robinhood.htm
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If the pig is drawn:
Toward the middle, you are a realist.
-That's true-
Facing right, you are innovative and active, but don't have a strong sense of family, nor do you remember dates.
Facing front (looking at you), you are direct, enjoy playing devil's advocate and neither fear nor avoid discussions.
-Of the two, I didn't know which to choose. I only drew it facing front because I didn't know how to draw a pig otherwise... But it's true, though I also don't have a strong sense of family and don't remember dates-
With few details, you are emotional and naive, you care little for details and are a risk-taker.
-Not true!-
With 4 legs showing, you are secure, stubborn, and stick to your ideals.
-I'm secure. I'm stubborn. Stick to my ideals? For the most part, I guess-
The size of the ears indicates how good a listener you are. The bigger the better.
-Right... Kind of accurate.-
The length of the tail indicates the quality of your sex life!!!! (And again more is better!).
-I didn't draw a tail. =/
Get the quiz from: http://www.personalityquiz.net/test/potbellypig.htm
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31 TO 40 POINTS: Others see you as sensible, cautious, careful & practical. They see you as clever, gifted, or talented, but modest...Not a person who makes friends too quickly or easily, but someone who's extremely loyal to friends you do make and who expect the same loyalty in return. Those who really get to know you realize it takes a lot to shake your trust in your friends, but equally that it takes you a long time to get over it if that trust is ever broken.
A long time to get over broken trust? I'm not so sure about that, but maybe.
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1) The lizard symbolizes the "reflection of your life".
2) The lion symbolizes the "character of your life partner".
3) b) knock before going in means "ready for relationships"
4) This question means "your generosity....the more you light up, the more generous you are" Answer: Five
5) You are "flexible"
6) This actually shows your "hospitality". The more the better!
My answer: Zero!
7) Depends on what you say, this refers to the "material of your heart"
Haha, ceramic.
8) This refers to the "amount of love that you will give to your partner"
Half? No sense here.
9) Speed actually refers to your "sex drive"
Riight...
10) The number of swans, refer to the "number of best friends you have"
My answer: Zero! How true. (:
11) b) This means "that you think before you act"
12) This refers to the "first words you will say on your wedding night"
Whew?
13) This 3 words describe "your point of view to love"
Tranquil, clear, unperturbed. Yeah right.
14) This 3 words describe "the sounds or kind of love-making you will have"
Since when was screwing compared to the sea?
Quiz at: http://www.personalityquiz.net/test/reflection.htm
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...indicates that you are shy and afraid to show your feelings, hesitant...indicates that you are a shy, idealistic person who does not find it easy to have relationships, especially intimate ones...indicates that you are a talkative person, maybe even a busybody! ... indicates that you are a person who is uneconomical and talkative...indicates that you are rational, conservative, a person who adheres to conventions and traditions... (adheres to what?! no way)... indicates that you are a person who may be feeling depressed or have low self-esteem... indicates that you are not very original but very responsible, possibly in management...indicates that you are energetic, optimistic, and assertive...indicates that you are a person with an overdeveloped ego and a tendency to be bossy... (?!)...indicates that you are a person of strong but rigid will, obstinate but powerful.
My handwriting seems to point to me being talkative. Um?
http://www.personalityquiz.net/test/handwriting.htm
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Your score is 21-30: You made your way in this world in spite of all the obstacles you have faced. You have seen a lot more troubles than most people. You have had to deal with difficult people, ridiculous rules, and impetuous relationships. Love for you can be as intense as the fire on the face of the sun. You are either very calm on the inside when there is a lot of insanity around you or you shut people up and take charge. You can go to a movie by yourself without the need for someone to go with you. You are as comfortable alone as you are with others. You are angry at your parents and you can't change them. You are a great lover when you find that rare mate who is your equal, but otherwise your relationships have been short or frustrating. You have stayed too long with a partner you did not like. Life is a roller coaster, and you are finding ways to make the good times better. You LOVE sports or have taken drugs.
Really...
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reserved and quiet. does not like to share secrets.
do not care about personality, only looks. (no way)
optimistic
average
3/4 dedicated in a relationship
2 true loves in one life
someone shall be a good friend/lover I'll never forget. hm. =/
http://www.personalityquiz.net/test/medieval.htm
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WRITE THE FIRST THING THAT COMES INTO YOUR HEAD.....
I WANT: My friends back.
I HAVE: Uh?
I REGRET: Nothing at the moment.
I WISH: For a great holiday.
I LOVE: My computer.
I HATE: People who keep me away from my computer.
I MISS: The time I spent in Perth last year. ^^
I FEAR: Anything horrormovie-esque
I HEAR: The fan
I SEARCH: Quoi tu-dit?
LAST TIME YOU...
SMILED?: Sometime today.
CRIED? Last Tuesday?
BOUGHT SOMETHING?: Today.
KISSED SOMEONE?: What type of kiss?
HAD A DREAM? Can't remember.
YOU READ: A book? Hours ago.
LAST MOVIE YOU SAW ON THE BIG SCREEN: Five Children and It?
LAST PHONE NUMBER YOU CALLED: dunno.
LAST SONG YOU HEARD: can't remember.
YOU ATE: dairy milk chocolate
DO YOU...
SMOKE?: Ya kidding?
DO DRUGS?: What type of drug?
HAVE A CRUSH? What d'you think?
HAVE A BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND: Duh no.
HAVE A DREAM THAT KEEPS COMING BACK?: No.
DO YOU STILL LOVE HIM OR HER?: Hell?
HAVE YOU ANY GAY BISEXUAL OR LESBIAN FRIENDS?: I don't know.
BELIEVE IN MIRACLES?: No. You'd have to believe in fate/god to believe in miracles.
BELIEVE IT'S POSSIBLE TO REMAIN FAITHFUL FOREVER?: Forever? Um, hahaha, NO.
BELIEVE IN GOD?: I wanna kick you. NO!
HAVE ANY SECRETS?: Duh.
HAVE ANY PETS?: Dogs, hamsters, all plural. And one budgie.
GO TO OR PLAN TO GO TO UNIVERSITY: Plan to. UWA!
HAVE ANY PIERCINGS: Maybe?
HAVE ANY TATTOOS?: Nope.
HAVE A BEST FRIEND?: Nope.
CARE ABOUT LOOKS?: Yep.
TRUST OTHERS EASILY?: Nah.
TRUST THE MOST?: Myself.
Monday, November 21, 2005
la vache qui rit
I cycled to Tavistock park with Saranya, Amanda, Shi Hao and Sutthersan today. I've never felt more detached from them. Amanda and Shi Hao can safely be called semi-good-friends now. They exchange small talk, stuff like that. I'm sorta envious of her, you know? No qualms - just go ahead and talk to the guy.
And suddenly I feel quite bad. Paula, Robyn and I have secretly talked about how childish they are, how pitiful Shi Hao is to be stuck in between Saranya and Amanda, etc etc.
Shi Hao isn't pitiful. He actually seems to enjoy their company. Call him a henpecked dickwad but hey, the guy knows who his friends are. Even if they like him as more than a friend.
And, even if they're a little immature to a point (such that I don't really mix well with them), they know how to have fun.
Now, pardon my bluntness, but Paula considers herself too old to be playing catching and Robyn's getting more intellectual.mature.teenish by the day.
I respect that, really, but it's easy to respect something, even if you don't like that something.
But anyway. Back to Tavistock. I actually managed to find my way back home from the park! And managed to reach home before any of the others did! Whoopee! I mean, -clears throat and puts on mature voice- yay.
Nah. Okay. I'm growing apart from everyone, it seems. And suddenly I'm realizing that if my parents moved to Europe or America or Vietnam or Thailand or even China, the country I despise, I wouldn't mind. Because there's nothing left for me here in Singapore. I don't want to sound like an ingrate - I love my class, really, 1faith rules, but I wouldn't miss stnicks much if I migrated. Ditto for Zhonghua. Well, I'll miss my house a little, but yeah...
No strings attached, yeah?
And suddenly I feel quite bad. Paula, Robyn and I have secretly talked about how childish they are, how pitiful Shi Hao is to be stuck in between Saranya and Amanda, etc etc.
Shi Hao isn't pitiful. He actually seems to enjoy their company. Call him a henpecked dickwad but hey, the guy knows who his friends are. Even if they like him as more than a friend.
And, even if they're a little immature to a point (such that I don't really mix well with them), they know how to have fun.
Now, pardon my bluntness, but Paula considers herself too old to be playing catching and Robyn's getting more intellectual.mature.teenish by the day.
I respect that, really, but it's easy to respect something, even if you don't like that something.
But anyway. Back to Tavistock. I actually managed to find my way back home from the park! And managed to reach home before any of the others did! Whoopee! I mean, -clears throat and puts on mature voice- yay.
Nah. Okay. I'm growing apart from everyone, it seems. And suddenly I'm realizing that if my parents moved to Europe or America or Vietnam or Thailand or even China, the country I despise, I wouldn't mind. Because there's nothing left for me here in Singapore. I don't want to sound like an ingrate - I love my class, really, 1faith rules, but I wouldn't miss stnicks much if I migrated. Ditto for Zhonghua. Well, I'll miss my house a little, but yeah...
No strings attached, yeah?
Sunday, November 20, 2005
splodge!
Yet another new layout. If you couldn't read my previous posts, you can now, and I hope the "trauma of finding an invisible blog" has led you to become a better, more intelligent person.
My layouts are becoming too plain. It's odd, seeing as they contrast deeply with my current mental state, ha. But anyway, I guess contrast is good. In some ways.
Freedom is everywhere. If you haven't found it, you're not yet ready to harness it. - Me!
It was something I thought of in the kitchen today while heating up my dinner in the microwave oven. Inspiration strikes in the oddest places. Heh.
And I've included a mini not-so-bioish-bio of me in the textarea above this.
I'm trying to find some decent music for this blog.
Yet another new layout. If you couldn't read my previous posts, you can now, and I hope the "trauma of finding an invisible blog" has led you to become a better, more intelligent person.
My layouts are becoming too plain. It's odd, seeing as they contrast deeply with my current mental state, ha. But anyway, I guess contrast is good. In some ways.
Freedom is everywhere. If you haven't found it, you're not yet ready to harness it. - Me!
It was something I thought of in the kitchen today while heating up my dinner in the microwave oven. Inspiration strikes in the oddest places. Heh.
And I've included a mini not-so-bioish-bio of me in the textarea above this.
I'm trying to find some decent music for this blog.
My mum and sister keep bugging me to pierce my ears. That's what everyone does, don't they? All girls pierce their ears sooner or later. For the most part.
I don't know if I shall set my story in a fantasy world. Because then it'd be too much like Harry Potter, and people might accuse me of copying Rowling's idea. Then, it seems too normal if the setting stays in America. It's a boarding school. Boarding school - where? An invisible building in Salem? Argh. I'll have to finish my LJ first before I really get to work on my original fiction.
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I. Hate. Naggers! People who whine on and on endlessly. Just. Shut. Up. ARGH.
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So, it seems as though Jade and Shi Hao have progressed from simple lurve to communicating through sms, sending pointless-but-able-to-testify-to-their-love messages to each other. The last time I heard, she was asking him what he was doing, to which he replied something along the lines of walking around outside his house aimlessly. I wonder if he's fallen out with mushroom or something. These two used to stick to each other like glue.
Lily and James are on the rocks! I love traumatizing my characters.
I don't know if I shall set my story in a fantasy world. Because then it'd be too much like Harry Potter, and people might accuse me of copying Rowling's idea. Then, it seems too normal if the setting stays in America. It's a boarding school. Boarding school - where? An invisible building in Salem? Argh. I'll have to finish my LJ first before I really get to work on my original fiction.
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I. Hate. Naggers! People who whine on and on endlessly. Just. Shut. Up. ARGH.
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So, it seems as though Jade and Shi Hao have progressed from simple lurve to communicating through sms, sending pointless-but-able-to-testify-to-their-love messages to each other. The last time I heard, she was asking him what he was doing, to which he replied something along the lines of walking around outside his house aimlessly. I wonder if he's fallen out with mushroom or something. These two used to stick to each other like glue.
Lily and James are on the rocks! I love traumatizing my characters.
Saturday, November 19, 2005
I thought of something long ago but never really remembered to blog about it.
I was reading the Today newspaper, and there were all these replies. E.g:
'I'm quoting blah blah blah from blah blah blah'
Yep. For example, the part where this Mrs. Chen or something talked about how women should submit to their husbands. (bullshit. utter bullshit. but each to her own.) There was a whole volley of replies to her article. And I realized that these people, when writing their reply letters, sounded as if they were in the process of reaching a decision. As in, they seemed as though they thought that one day, a decision would be made: for example, no, it is wrong for women to submit to their husbands. A definite decision. A decision that would ultimately cease all arguments, a decision which everyone would submit to once enough evidence was given.
Like, they argue argue argue, and then reach a final conclusion.
But that's wrong. Because as long as we have minds of our own, there'll never be a final conclusion for anything. No right or wrong. All these people arguing - it's pretty futile, seeing as they won't come up with a final decree stating who's right and who's wrong. Then again, maybe not that futile, seeing as, well, though a final decision will never be made, new points will be brought up in the process of arguing.
Not that I mean to diss debate. I like debate. Just too lazy to source out for points. Not that I can.
You see, nothing's right or wrong. Whatever laws the government has passed is only on paper. What's on paper doesn't interfere with the way nature runs. Nature runs without laws on proper behaviour. It's not wrong to kill a person. It's just that people don't like it. But it's not right to kill a person either, you see. As Robyn says, no black or white, just grey. We'll never ever reach final decisions because the government isn't God and who the Christians and Catholics see as God doesn't exist.
Buddha, in his lifetime, didn't come up with the "right" rules. He didn't come up the wrong rules. He just came up with rules that appealed to the mass as "right" and "noble" and all that stuff.
Everything is nothing.
So many ways to interpret this.
And I have concluded (though it's not a final conclusion, never will be) that while the world is unbelievably and excruciatingly simple, it is also terribly complex. So many shades of gray.
I was reading the Today newspaper, and there were all these replies. E.g:
'I'm quoting blah blah blah from blah blah blah'
Yep. For example, the part where this Mrs. Chen or something talked about how women should submit to their husbands. (bullshit. utter bullshit. but each to her own.) There was a whole volley of replies to her article. And I realized that these people, when writing their reply letters, sounded as if they were in the process of reaching a decision. As in, they seemed as though they thought that one day, a decision would be made: for example, no, it is wrong for women to submit to their husbands. A definite decision. A decision that would ultimately cease all arguments, a decision which everyone would submit to once enough evidence was given.
Like, they argue argue argue, and then reach a final conclusion.
But that's wrong. Because as long as we have minds of our own, there'll never be a final conclusion for anything. No right or wrong. All these people arguing - it's pretty futile, seeing as they won't come up with a final decree stating who's right and who's wrong. Then again, maybe not that futile, seeing as, well, though a final decision will never be made, new points will be brought up in the process of arguing.
Not that I mean to diss debate. I like debate. Just too lazy to source out for points. Not that I can.
You see, nothing's right or wrong. Whatever laws the government has passed is only on paper. What's on paper doesn't interfere with the way nature runs. Nature runs without laws on proper behaviour. It's not wrong to kill a person. It's just that people don't like it. But it's not right to kill a person either, you see. As Robyn says, no black or white, just grey. We'll never ever reach final decisions because the government isn't God and who the Christians and Catholics see as God doesn't exist.
Buddha, in his lifetime, didn't come up with the "right" rules. He didn't come up the wrong rules. He just came up with rules that appealed to the mass as "right" and "noble" and all that stuff.
Everything is nothing.
So many ways to interpret this.
And I have concluded (though it's not a final conclusion, never will be) that while the world is unbelievably and excruciatingly simple, it is also terribly complex. So many shades of gray.
I'm contemplating using present tense for my Commonwealth essay... maybe second person s'well. All present tense seems really cool, a little contemporary, and I've never attempted second person before but it'd be interesting... Though fellow writers say it's the hardest of all perspectives to write. I wonder why.
You watch him turning the key in the lock under a steely gaze, putting on a show for his amusement. Coquetry. You are afraid, shifting a little in the wicker chair lined with satin - one of his eccentric devices. You curl your right hand into a tight, tense fist, thinking he will not notice, but he does. He smirks, and you try your hardest not to blush, but a faint rosy tinge blossoms your cheeks.
It didn't seem that hard to write. I think.
I'm starting to really suspect that voodoo exists.
Present tense? I hope Mrs. Sushilla doesn't screech.
You watch him turning the key in the lock under a steely gaze, putting on a show for his amusement. Coquetry. You are afraid, shifting a little in the wicker chair lined with satin - one of his eccentric devices. You curl your right hand into a tight, tense fist, thinking he will not notice, but he does. He smirks, and you try your hardest not to blush, but a faint rosy tinge blossoms your cheeks.
It didn't seem that hard to write. I think.
I'm starting to really suspect that voodoo exists.
Present tense? I hope Mrs. Sushilla doesn't screech.
Friday, November 18, 2005
I find myself appalled at diputs ism. Humans make me vomit. NaNo WriMo! I haven't suddenly turned into a n00b, dummy. That's what it's called. NaNo WriMo. Stands for National (Na) Novel (No) Writing (Wri) Month (Mo). I'm participating in it...next year. 50,000 words in 30 days. Not necessarily having to complete your novel. Mm...
You know, for the first time in my life today I received a prize at ZPS' annual prize presentation. It's not a big change or anything, and the exhilaration's (sp?) worn off. And I hate to pass off as conceited, but I'm so freaking proud off myself. Even though I didn't study much for the PSLE and I have no idea how I garnered the two hundred and fifty six points, and I probably got someone elses results, and Sarah/Valerie/Kester/Gary/Yusaku/Sian Ching/Xingzi/Jasmine/Elaine deserved the spot and score more than I did and... okay. I don't feel so proud now. But that doesn't mean I'm not happy.
(:
Now I feel more comfortable typing (:, rather than :). Probably because I have to "crossover" my fingers when typing :) and not (:. The harmony of the keyboard and my fingers works in strange ways.
What's that song lyric again?
Oh. Right.
You know, for the first time in my life today I received a prize at ZPS' annual prize presentation. It's not a big change or anything, and the exhilaration's (sp?) worn off. And I hate to pass off as conceited, but I'm so freaking proud off myself. Even though I didn't study much for the PSLE and I have no idea how I garnered the two hundred and fifty six points, and I probably got someone elses results, and Sarah/Valerie/Kester/Gary/Yusaku/Sian Ching/Xingzi/Jasmine/Elaine deserved the spot and score more than I did and... okay. I don't feel so proud now. But that doesn't mean I'm not happy.
(:
Now I feel more comfortable typing (:, rather than :). Probably because I have to "crossover" my fingers when typing :) and not (:. The harmony of the keyboard and my fingers works in strange ways.
What's that song lyric again?
Oh. Right.
Just returned from ZPS' annual prize presentation. Sorry to bore you, but I just have to mention the time last year when we were all given small coke bottles, and woon zong han shook Samantha's one vigorously, such that when she returned and opened it everything spilled onto her desk. hehe. AND that time Yusaku chased Eevian all round the classroom. It was like the sumo wrestler chasing the "willowy maiden". A fusion of Japan and China. well, like that'll ever happen.
Pei Ying and Guiqi got $200 in cash each... lucky them. 3rd and 4th positions got $150 each. Steven and Xinqi? Hm. The rest of us 5th positions and below garnered $60. Not as good, but not bad either. But I'm still "chi cu", as Pei Ying so eloquently puts it. (:
Jacque highlighted her hair! heh. All the 6G pupils (whom we sat behind) were talking about it. And Mrs Wong was commenting on her belt being too low...and she even said my belt was low. Me? Low belt? -blanches-
I had a nice talk with Mrs Ang. She's one of my favourite teachers. But of course. How not?
Though I didn't really talk with Mrs Lee or Miss Normala.
Usually Ms Prakash is the commentator for big events at school, but today is was Ms Yasmin instead. Maybe cos the former's really into her pregnancy. The last time I saw, her stomach was like...whoa. How could she possibly even use a computer?!
I wonder if it's me who thinks Delphine is ignoring me, or if it's Delphine who thinks I'm ignoring her. I have no idea why we're having a cold war. It seems pretty petty to me, but anyway. I don't think she'll even read this passage.
But if she does, well, hello Delphine.
Oh, Pei Ying just signed online.
That was quick.
Hockey. Cya.
Pei Ying and Guiqi got $200 in cash each... lucky them. 3rd and 4th positions got $150 each. Steven and Xinqi? Hm. The rest of us 5th positions and below garnered $60. Not as good, but not bad either. But I'm still "chi cu", as Pei Ying so eloquently puts it. (:
Jacque highlighted her hair! heh. All the 6G pupils (whom we sat behind) were talking about it. And Mrs Wong was commenting on her belt being too low...and she even said my belt was low. Me? Low belt? -blanches-
I had a nice talk with Mrs Ang. She's one of my favourite teachers. But of course. How not?
Though I didn't really talk with Mrs Lee or Miss Normala.
Usually Ms Prakash is the commentator for big events at school, but today is was Ms Yasmin instead. Maybe cos the former's really into her pregnancy. The last time I saw, her stomach was like...whoa. How could she possibly even use a computer?!
I wonder if it's me who thinks Delphine is ignoring me, or if it's Delphine who thinks I'm ignoring her. I have no idea why we're having a cold war. It seems pretty petty to me, but anyway. I don't think she'll even read this passage.
But if she does, well, hello Delphine.
Oh, Pei Ying just signed online.
That was quick.
Hockey. Cya.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
I just found a blog in French. rosesdedecembre. Blogspot. I think I'll read it when I have time. (:
I wonder if Stephanie, Paula and Liu Yi can read my blog entries yet. I told white lies, you know.
Like I told Stephanie that I haven't posted the usual posts yet, that's why she can't read/navigate anything.
It's not exactly a lie. I haven't posted the usual posts yet. I haven't posted the usual posts yet. Which is true, because usual posts are displayed in readable colours. Mine isn't exactly a readable colour, so I don't count it as a usual post.
Ah.
I saw Eevian at...where? I forgot where I went to. Someplace in Bishan. Anyway, I saw her. We didn't talk. Just exchanged one glance and mouthed hellos and walked past each other.
Primary school friends whom you don't usually mix with suddenly become strangers.
Then maybe they were already strangers in the first place.
I'm trying not to make my new fic too bimbo-esque.
I hate it when people nag at me. I hate it when people nag at me to hurry up. =/
I wonder if Stephanie, Paula and Liu Yi can read my blog entries yet. I told white lies, you know.
Like I told Stephanie that I haven't posted the usual posts yet, that's why she can't read/navigate anything.
It's not exactly a lie. I haven't posted the usual posts yet. I haven't posted the usual posts yet. Which is true, because usual posts are displayed in readable colours. Mine isn't exactly a readable colour, so I don't count it as a usual post.
Ah.
I saw Eevian at...where? I forgot where I went to. Someplace in Bishan. Anyway, I saw her. We didn't talk. Just exchanged one glance and mouthed hellos and walked past each other.
Primary school friends whom you don't usually mix with suddenly become strangers.
Then maybe they were already strangers in the first place.
I'm trying not to make my new fic too bimbo-esque.
I hate it when people nag at me. I hate it when people nag at me to hurry up. =/
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Same plotline, entirely different setting, new ideas. Inspiration struck once more and I'm undecided. I think I'll go with the new format. I always go with the new format. Well, not always, but.
This Lullaby by Sarah Dessen is really really good. It's a bit chick-lit, but more lit than chick, unlike Meg Cabot where her books are more chick than lit. No, it's not an insult. I like books with more chick than lit. They're light reads. Fun and entertaining and with parts people will read over and over again.
Oh, and The Wind Blows Backwards by Mary Downing Hahn is nice as well. Maybe slightly exaggerated, but then I guess the two main characters are true romantics who don't mind continuously professing their love for each other.
I've made a book blog. Will put up the url when I get the layout done.
This Lullaby by Sarah Dessen is really really good. It's a bit chick-lit, but more lit than chick, unlike Meg Cabot where her books are more chick than lit. No, it's not an insult. I like books with more chick than lit. They're light reads. Fun and entertaining and with parts people will read over and over again.
Oh, and The Wind Blows Backwards by Mary Downing Hahn is nice as well. Maybe slightly exaggerated, but then I guess the two main characters are true romantics who don't mind continuously professing their love for each other.
I've made a book blog. Will put up the url when I get the layout done.
Monday, November 14, 2005
I am a question to the world
Not an answer to be heard
- John Rzeznik's 'I'm Still Here'
The lines are just so poetic. You'll notice that I used these two particular lines in this layout. And that I like abstract patterns.
I don't see the point of continuing with piano lessons. It's sad; I practise every Sunday and Monday only so I won't get (hopefully) any scoldings on Tuesday. I'm doing it to keep my parents and teacher happy. But I don't see the point, you know, if I'm not happy. Sure, I'm ecstatic when I score well for my theory and practical, but only because I'm amazed that I've managed to scrape by. I don't have any passion for the piano. It's not as if I'll have a music career. It's not as if I want to have a music career. It'll only serve as a pastime, you know, for when I'm bored.
Frankly, I don't know if I meant what I said above. Maybe it's just because I'm feeling very, very moody today. It's not, um, yeah, but the moods are bad enough that I actually wrote in my diary, and I rarely write in my diary.
Hopefully this mood will pass.
Not an answer to be heard
- John Rzeznik's 'I'm Still Here'
The lines are just so poetic. You'll notice that I used these two particular lines in this layout. And that I like abstract patterns.
I don't see the point of continuing with piano lessons. It's sad; I practise every Sunday and Monday only so I won't get (hopefully) any scoldings on Tuesday. I'm doing it to keep my parents and teacher happy. But I don't see the point, you know, if I'm not happy. Sure, I'm ecstatic when I score well for my theory and practical, but only because I'm amazed that I've managed to scrape by. I don't have any passion for the piano. It's not as if I'll have a music career. It's not as if I want to have a music career. It'll only serve as a pastime, you know, for when I'm bored.
Frankly, I don't know if I meant what I said above. Maybe it's just because I'm feeling very, very moody today. It's not, um, yeah, but the moods are bad enough that I actually wrote in my diary, and I rarely write in my diary.
Hopefully this mood will pass.
Sunday, November 13, 2005
Is it safe for me to say that I hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate
fluff? I don't want things to be angsty and stuff (though I wouldn't mind angst) but I hate fluff. Eskimo kisses. Sugar and spice. Don't mind me, but
EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.
hmph.
fluff? I don't want things to be angsty and stuff (though I wouldn't mind angst) but I hate fluff. Eskimo kisses. Sugar and spice. Don't mind me, but
EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.
hmph.
Hm...haha. Anyway, I'm getting more frustrated by the day. I want to do something. It's excruciatingly boring here. No one plays badminton anymore. You can't well expect me to play soccer. I can't even kick a ball! I want to play a hockey match. =I've discovered that I enjoy manually flipping through the dictionary more than I like entering a word at www.m-w.com and getting the definition in a few seconds. I don't know why. Since last year or so I've become much more adept at picking out words in the dictionary...probably because I'm uh...more well acquainted with my alphabet.
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ
Hell. I love the alphabet.
Pretty amazing, I've suddenly realized, how people can spin novels, poems etc. with just 26 letters. Funny how thousands of words can be formed with 26 letters. Language. (:
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ
Hell. I love the alphabet.
Pretty amazing, I've suddenly realized, how people can spin novels, poems etc. with just 26 letters. Funny how thousands of words can be formed with 26 letters. Language. (:
Saturday, November 12, 2005
Unless I'm a threat, you don't have to let my thoughts restrain you.
Cowardice is the bane of us womenfolk. ;)
If this is the way it's gonna end, I say end it all.
Frippery. I wonder why I bothered.
Backstabbing and hypocrisy. Ah...
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I've completed one chapter of the untitled story. Now I need someone to comment on it for me. Any takers? =/
Cowardice is the bane of us womenfolk. ;)
If this is the way it's gonna end, I say end it all.
Frippery. I wonder why I bothered.
Backstabbing and hypocrisy. Ah...
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I've completed one chapter of the untitled story. Now I need someone to comment on it for me. Any takers? =/
French today was exceptionally good. (:
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Splurge splurge splurge. I love.
I would like to announce that...
after being...
jean-less for
hm...two years or so
I have finally gotten a pair of jeans.
-waits for applause-
-no applause?-
-really none?-
-oh well.-
Patheticness. Hm.
I've downloaded so many DHr videos. And read more DHr stories than ever. Sadly it seems as though TF won't be acting in the fifth movie. (fifth, bloody fifth, not this one) He's 18 already.
Time flies huh? Hard to believe that DRadcliffe was only 11 when he started filming the movie, and now he's sixteen. Bloody five years. Has it really been five years?! I feel as though the movie only began showing like, last year or last last year. Hell. Five years!
And Tom Felton is 18. Emma Watson is... I don't know. Rupert Grint, no idea. Oh well.
Five years!!!
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There was a saleslady who was really nice. (:
59 reviews for I.S... hm. More? Please?
Hell.
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Splurge splurge splurge. I love.
I would like to announce that...
after being...
jean-less for
hm...two years or so
I have finally gotten a pair of jeans.
-waits for applause-
-no applause?-
-really none?-
-oh well.-
Patheticness. Hm.
I've downloaded so many DHr videos. And read more DHr stories than ever. Sadly it seems as though TF won't be acting in the fifth movie. (fifth, bloody fifth, not this one) He's 18 already.
Time flies huh? Hard to believe that DRadcliffe was only 11 when he started filming the movie, and now he's sixteen. Bloody five years. Has it really been five years?! I feel as though the movie only began showing like, last year or last last year. Hell. Five years!
And Tom Felton is 18. Emma Watson is... I don't know. Rupert Grint, no idea. Oh well.
Five years!!!
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There was a saleslady who was really nice. (:
59 reviews for I.S... hm. More? Please?
Hell.
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Mm.
Michelle lyy just gave me a website of dmhg fics. And dmhg music videos. (:
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Chapter 22 of I.S. got uploaded yesterday or something and only 3 new reviews. Very, very touching tragic tale.
kick your arses to kingdom come
-rolls around laughing-
Divine humiliation. Touche!
My new plot. Oh well. I don't know.
Michelle lyy just gave me a website of dmhg fics. And dmhg music videos. (:
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Chapter 22 of I.S. got uploaded yesterday or something and only 3 new reviews. Very, very touching tragic tale.
kick your arses to kingdom come
-rolls around laughing-
Divine humiliation. Touche!
My new plot. Oh well. I don't know.
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
I just visited neopets.
Oh, no, no, no, before you start thinking I'm some deranged retard, let me explain that it was a sentimental thing. I mean...nvm. You see, I had nothing to do (no fanfics! sob) so I just... went to neopets...
And I decided to advertise my guild. A sort of apology to the leader to explain my one-year disappearance.
And then there's this weird girl who's looking for a guild, and she says 'add me on msn! add me on msn!'
And I, with nothing better to do, adds her on msn.
Thus results a fifteen minute long conversation with her trying to convince me to give her my password.
It was irritating, how she kept putting up that crying emoticon. And saying, 'PLZ! PLZ! PLZ!'
Not to mention, 'i promise i wont scam!!!!!!!!'
I didn't give her my password. She annoys me. A lot.
-
Anyway, I came up with an idea for a new fic. An Asian girl moving to Wethersfield. My ultimate dream, but anyway. I've got the plotline figured out already, so all I have to do is complete my LJ fic... I'm even figured out the names, but I'm not telling anyone because I know Paula and Robyn will laugh at my choice. Some poeple won't find it too amusing.
12.59pm.
Emerson Williams High. It's a real school in Wethersfield. That's where my story is set.
1am.
Happy Wednesday, everyone.
It's romance, of course.
I think it's a completely original plot idea, um, I'm not boasting.
And for once, it's not fanfic. Not that there's anything wrong with fanfic, but you know what I mean.
6 contacts online. Hmmmmmmmmmmm.
Nothing. I'm just bored.
I want to talk to someone!
Gosh, Bryan -my cousin- is forever out to lunch.
Not that I talk to him much.
Oh, I never talk to him. At all.
Vice versa.
It's pretty sad.
Oh, no, no, no, before you start thinking I'm some deranged retard, let me explain that it was a sentimental thing. I mean...nvm. You see, I had nothing to do (no fanfics! sob) so I just... went to neopets...
And I decided to advertise my guild. A sort of apology to the leader to explain my one-year disappearance.
And then there's this weird girl who's looking for a guild, and she says 'add me on msn! add me on msn!'
And I, with nothing better to do, adds her on msn.
Thus results a fifteen minute long conversation with her trying to convince me to give her my password.
It was irritating, how she kept putting up that crying emoticon. And saying, 'PLZ! PLZ! PLZ!'
Not to mention, 'i promise i wont scam!!!!!!!!'
I didn't give her my password. She annoys me. A lot.
-
Anyway, I came up with an idea for a new fic. An Asian girl moving to Wethersfield. My ultimate dream, but anyway. I've got the plotline figured out already, so all I have to do is complete my LJ fic... I'm even figured out the names, but I'm not telling anyone because I know Paula and Robyn will laugh at my choice. Some poeple won't find it too amusing.
12.59pm.
Emerson Williams High. It's a real school in Wethersfield. That's where my story is set.
1am.
Happy Wednesday, everyone.
It's romance, of course.
I think it's a completely original plot idea, um, I'm not boasting.
And for once, it's not fanfic. Not that there's anything wrong with fanfic, but you know what I mean.
6 contacts online. Hmmmmmmmmmmm.
Nothing. I'm just bored.
I want to talk to someone!
Gosh, Bryan -my cousin- is forever out to lunch.
Not that I talk to him much.
Oh, I never talk to him. At all.
Vice versa.
It's pretty sad.
Monday, November 07, 2005
I confirmed my attendance with Ms Siti. Since when was there a Mdm Mageas at ZPS? I'm not well acquainted with the receptionist staff at ZPS, though Ms Siti sounds familiar... probably because she has a common name.
Wish I didn't have to attend training later. Then again, it's at NYP, so maybe it'll be interesting... as long as my dear seniors don't force 4 rounds of half-sprints on us. I don't know what they were thinking when they set off last Friday at such a quick pace for four rounds. Look, I know that after weeks of examinations they need to release all their pent up energy, but they could be classified as hyperactive.
Pity your juniors. Please please please.
I sound pathetic.
Maybe that's because I am pathetic.
Orange scrunchies! My favourite.
www.writing.com
My latest penname: Finella Ealasaid
I'm thinking of putting in "Elysia" somewhere there, but I can't figure out where...
Oh, my diary, I'd almost forgotten.
Review my DMHG fic!!!
Wish I didn't have to attend training later. Then again, it's at NYP, so maybe it'll be interesting... as long as my dear seniors don't force 4 rounds of half-sprints on us. I don't know what they were thinking when they set off last Friday at such a quick pace for four rounds. Look, I know that after weeks of examinations they need to release all their pent up energy, but they could be classified as hyperactive.
Pity your juniors. Please please please.
I sound pathetic.
Maybe that's because I am pathetic.
Orange scrunchies! My favourite.
www.writing.com
My latest penname: Finella Ealasaid
I'm thinking of putting in "Elysia" somewhere there, but I can't figure out where...
Oh, my diary, I'd almost forgotten.
Review my DMHG fic!!!
Sunday, November 06, 2005
I want ice cream. Gelato. Mint. $2.90 per single scoop. I love. Italian!
Heh. My DMHG fic is finally up. Mm... One-shot, of course... Review, please?
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2648727/1/
Reviews make my day.
But of course.
I think I'm going to be like Emily Dickinson in the future, only as a novelist, not a poet.
And Xiaxue appeared in the newspaper today. I read that post about handicapped toilets and I kinda agree with her. Anyway, they can fine her, put her in jail, flame her like hell, but the thing is - she's always gonna stand by her views. Actions can be forced, but not our own beliefs, so I don't think they're ever gonna crush her.
I think the Gryffindor Quidditch team, before Ginny came in, defines the very inner cool of cool. Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, Oliver Wood, Alicia Spinnet, George&Fred Weasley, Harry Potter... ah. I know, I memorized their names, how much of a fanatic can I be? I guess I have a thing for sports. And sports teams. The team spirit and everything, only I think the c'div sec1 2005 hockey team is pretty much split into half.
I guess us two sides just can't get along. Well, we get along, but we're too different to be close buddies. Shudder. Can't imagine, really really can't imagine.
One side is made of the outcasts, and the other side (which comprises the majority of our team) is made of... the others? Oh, I don't know. I don't particularly despise any one, at least, not anymore, but I know some people who harbour dislike for others. Je me demande pourquoi.
TRANSLATE IT, YOU LAZY IDIOT.
www.altavista.com/babelfish
I guess you know which side I belong to. (:
Press Alt+F4, please.
Are you still here?
Oh well, good for you.
Heh. My DMHG fic is finally up. Mm... One-shot, of course... Review, please?
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2648727/1/
Reviews make my day.
But of course.
I think I'm going to be like Emily Dickinson in the future, only as a novelist, not a poet.
And Xiaxue appeared in the newspaper today. I read that post about handicapped toilets and I kinda agree with her. Anyway, they can fine her, put her in jail, flame her like hell, but the thing is - she's always gonna stand by her views. Actions can be forced, but not our own beliefs, so I don't think they're ever gonna crush her.
I think the Gryffindor Quidditch team, before Ginny came in, defines the very inner cool of cool. Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, Oliver Wood, Alicia Spinnet, George&Fred Weasley, Harry Potter... ah. I know, I memorized their names, how much of a fanatic can I be? I guess I have a thing for sports. And sports teams. The team spirit and everything, only I think the c'div sec1 2005 hockey team is pretty much split into half.
I guess us two sides just can't get along. Well, we get along, but we're too different to be close buddies. Shudder. Can't imagine, really really can't imagine.
One side is made of the outcasts, and the other side (which comprises the majority of our team) is made of... the others? Oh, I don't know. I don't particularly despise any one, at least, not anymore, but I know some people who harbour dislike for others. Je me demande pourquoi.
TRANSLATE IT, YOU LAZY IDIOT.
www.altavista.com/babelfish
I guess you know which side I belong to. (:
Press Alt+F4, please.
Are you still here?
Oh well, good for you.
None of my contacts are online. Pretty understandable, seeing as it's 1.46am. I thought, however, that I-ain't-no-sexist Joshua would be online at this time. Hm, lies, lies. Though I think it's more probable that he's blocked me. We had a conversation that might have inflicted harm on his manly pride. -ha, ha-
Still, on account that he spells "pessimist" as "pacimist", I don't think he'll ever read this. (:
I love hats.
I went to far east plaza today, and it's enough to make me want to deface every single item with the Billabong logo on it. Not only is the brand name exeedingly stupid (in my opinion), it's so common! There was this shop where practically every single bag had that dumb billabong logo on it. If I'm not wrong, I've seen all of these bags before. Originality is something they sadly lack.
Mm. Remus/Tonks is adorable. I read a WIP R/T fic, and they're really mushy, which is naturally a bit sick but the entire plot is really ingenious...
Oh, and how come all Slytherin guys -with the exception of Crabbe and Goyle- are portrayed as devilishly handsome? i.e. Draco Malfoy (this I have no doubt), Blaise Zabini (ditto!), Evan Rosier, Regulus Black, Tom Riddle...
Not that I have any objection, but it's getting a bit cliche. Well, I guess nice names have to be suited to nice looks. For the most part.
And, is Pansy Parkinson the only Slytherin girl in her year? Apart from Millicent Bulstrode, I mean.
Harry Potter's getting to me. I've finished writing the DMHG fic and I'm quite pleased with it, I just need to make Draco seem more... Draco. Make him meaner. But I've portrayed him as a more or less nicer person, because war has softened him (reverse effects, I know, but there's a reason...) and ...
Nothing very fluffy.
But I don't think you want me to ramble on about my writing.
Oh well, trying pressing Alt+F4
AU REVOIR.
Still, on account that he spells "pessimist" as "pacimist", I don't think he'll ever read this. (:
I love hats.
I went to far east plaza today, and it's enough to make me want to deface every single item with the Billabong logo on it. Not only is the brand name exeedingly stupid (in my opinion), it's so common! There was this shop where practically every single bag had that dumb billabong logo on it. If I'm not wrong, I've seen all of these bags before. Originality is something they sadly lack.
Mm. Remus/Tonks is adorable. I read a WIP R/T fic, and they're really mushy, which is naturally a bit sick but the entire plot is really ingenious...
Oh, and how come all Slytherin guys -with the exception of Crabbe and Goyle- are portrayed as devilishly handsome? i.e. Draco Malfoy (this I have no doubt), Blaise Zabini (ditto!), Evan Rosier, Regulus Black, Tom Riddle...
Not that I have any objection, but it's getting a bit cliche. Well, I guess nice names have to be suited to nice looks. For the most part.
And, is Pansy Parkinson the only Slytherin girl in her year? Apart from Millicent Bulstrode, I mean.
Harry Potter's getting to me. I've finished writing the DMHG fic and I'm quite pleased with it, I just need to make Draco seem more... Draco. Make him meaner. But I've portrayed him as a more or less nicer person, because war has softened him (reverse effects, I know, but there's a reason...) and ...
Nothing very fluffy.
But I don't think you want me to ramble on about my writing.
Oh well, trying pressing Alt+F4
AU REVOIR.
Friday, November 04, 2005
I sense your probable exasperation.
Kinda ambiguous, don't you think?
www.allpoetry.com
literature, oh literature
After reading countless HGDM fics from Dangerous Liaisons, I've been inspired to write a story/poem about that couple because I really really really dislike my current HGDM one-shot. I've resorted to saying HGDM instead of DMHG because I'm a feminist. (:
Although I must admit, it's easier to type DMHG.
I prefer LEJP.
I don't like Ginny.
I don't know why. She just annoys me.
Maybe it's just because I don't like younger sisters.
Yeah, that's probably it.
----. ----. ----.
Aw, shut up.
Kinda ambiguous, don't you think?
www.allpoetry.com
literature, oh literature
After reading countless HGDM fics from Dangerous Liaisons, I've been inspired to write a story/poem about that couple because I really really really dislike my current HGDM one-shot. I've resorted to saying HGDM instead of DMHG because I'm a feminist. (:
Although I must admit, it's easier to type DMHG.
I prefer LEJP.
I don't like Ginny.
I don't know why. She just annoys me.
Maybe it's just because I don't like younger sisters.
Yeah, that's probably it.
----. ----. ----.
Aw, shut up.
Thursday, November 03, 2005
There doesn't seem to be much to do apart from hogging the computer and downing countless cans of coke. There's something in me, nagging and nagging at me to start my holiday homework. I hate naggers.
I plan
Jog.
Library.
Cinema.
Homework.
Tennis.
I'm feeling especially nostalgic these days. This is my 300th post. Go me.
I plan
Jog.
Library.
Cinema.
Homework.
Tennis.
I'm feeling especially nostalgic these days. This is my 300th post. Go me.
euphemism
It's hard, you know, when you suddenly discover that you don't have a single potential stickbyyoursideforlife friend. I think this is the 'awkward teen stage', when people start to change and never morph back.
Speaking of changes, this Tuesday my uncle Guan remarked (appraisingly, maybe, I don't know) that I'd changed a lot. I remember that many months ago, during this year's Chinese New Year family reunion, another uncle said that same thing. What is it with uncles? None of my aunts have ever said stuff like that. Or maybe I just don't remember.
I have decided... nevermind.
I'm thinking of doing a DMHG fic, but then I might be over with novel-length fanfics. One-shots, maybe, but after I complete IS I think I'll start writing original fiction.
And I've decided that I like the name Elysia. Not that it means anything.
By the way, is there really a Mary Magdalene in Leonardo Da Vinci's 'The Last Supper'? There's a copy of the painting in my grandma's house. When I go there for Christmas maybe I'll have a look, though I highly doubt it.
Oh, oh, I hate you, I really do.
That sounds like...
Nothing.
Speaking of changes, this Tuesday my uncle Guan remarked (appraisingly, maybe, I don't know) that I'd changed a lot. I remember that many months ago, during this year's Chinese New Year family reunion, another uncle said that same thing. What is it with uncles? None of my aunts have ever said stuff like that. Or maybe I just don't remember.
I have decided... nevermind.
I'm thinking of doing a DMHG fic, but then I might be over with novel-length fanfics. One-shots, maybe, but after I complete IS I think I'll start writing original fiction.
And I've decided that I like the name Elysia. Not that it means anything.
By the way, is there really a Mary Magdalene in Leonardo Da Vinci's 'The Last Supper'? There's a copy of the painting in my grandma's house. When I go there for Christmas maybe I'll have a look, though I highly doubt it.
Oh, oh, I hate you, I really do.
That sounds like...
Nothing.
I am so, so ashamed of myself. (:
Anyway, ZPS. Yippee yippee yarrrrrrrrrrrrh. I don't know. Maybe. Yes! I have the mind of a poetess. Abstract and clear cut like hell. A bloody contradiction. :)
It's a pity, you know. Lots of poetesses and poets from ap.com could be published. Putting it online just decreases their chances of being published.
James Potter! I love!
Ooh la. I'm exceptionally neurotic today. Neurotic, hm... that's my new word. From yesterday.
I'll probably forget it tomorrow. (:
I'm not in my right mind right now. Right mind right now. What a poem.
Not.
What's the definition of a poem?
I DON'T KNOW.
I DON'T HELL KNOW.
I don't... know.
That he is a...a...a
I remember oh-so-well. An excerpt from 'Kissing The Enemy', a fanfic.
Anyway, ZPS. Yippee yippee yarrrrrrrrrrrrh. I don't know. Maybe. Yes! I have the mind of a poetess. Abstract and clear cut like hell. A bloody contradiction. :)
It's a pity, you know. Lots of poetesses and poets from ap.com could be published. Putting it online just decreases their chances of being published.
James Potter! I love!
Ooh la. I'm exceptionally neurotic today. Neurotic, hm... that's my new word. From yesterday.
I'll probably forget it tomorrow. (:
I'm not in my right mind right now. Right mind right now. What a poem.
Not.
What's the definition of a poem?
I DON'T KNOW.
I DON'T HELL KNOW.
I don't... know.
That he is a...a...a
I remember oh-so-well. An excerpt from 'Kissing The Enemy', a fanfic.
When I was a kid, no, I'm still a kid, but anyway. When I was younger, my mum was browsing through these home interior designing magazines to get an idea of how she'd furnish our current house (that was during the renovation), and I happened to see this design of a children's room...
I begged my mum to let me have a room like that. I don't remember her response to that.
But obviously, my current room is nothing like my dream room.
I don't remember it much, only it was really pretty, like it was right out of a Victorian picture book. Everything was so QUAINT and just perfect. If I could see it again, betcha I'd still like it.
I begged my mum to let me have a room like that. I don't remember her response to that.
But obviously, my current room is nothing like my dream room.
I don't remember it much, only it was really pretty, like it was right out of a Victorian picture book. Everything was so QUAINT and just perfect. If I could see it again, betcha I'd still like it.
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
I'm laughing myself silly over this fanfic. Written by SuperSpy
“Argh, WHY is it so dark in here!” he yells and that’s when he casts a spell to light the candles in the room.
Lily is hiding her face in her hands.
“No, no, no, I can’t watch. I can’t believe what I’ve done,” she’s muttering. Yeah well suck it up princess. It’s your own fault for not believing me.
As the Marauders’ eyes adjust to the light, they realise what’s been strung around the room. It slowly dawns on them that those colourful banners hanging on string that’s been criss-crossed every which way across the common roomare not banners, but iare actually James’ boxers.
Every single pair he owns.
Including the ones with snitches and broomsticks on them.
And hearts.
And they’re just standing there, their mouths gaping. They don’t move. They don’t speak.
Nothing.
Lily has peeked through her fingers and is watching, horrified at what she’s done.
Sirius is the first to speak.
“Oh my. James’ boxers…are hanging from the ceiling.”
“It appears so,” Remus adds, staring up at a pair with twinkling stars on them.
“It was Lily,” James says suddenly, “Lily did this.”
And at that moment, the portrait opened and in walked the whole of Gryffindor house.
Lily has now buried her face in my robes and all I can do is pat her shoulder.
“Argh, WHY is it so dark in here!” he yells and that’s when he casts a spell to light the candles in the room.
Lily is hiding her face in her hands.
“No, no, no, I can’t watch. I can’t believe what I’ve done,” she’s muttering. Yeah well suck it up princess. It’s your own fault for not believing me.
As the Marauders’ eyes adjust to the light, they realise what’s been strung around the room. It slowly dawns on them that those colourful banners hanging on string that’s been criss-crossed every which way across the common roomare not banners, but iare actually James’ boxers.
Every single pair he owns.
Including the ones with snitches and broomsticks on them.
And hearts.
And they’re just standing there, their mouths gaping. They don’t move. They don’t speak.
Nothing.
Lily has peeked through her fingers and is watching, horrified at what she’s done.
Sirius is the first to speak.
“Oh my. James’ boxers…are hanging from the ceiling.”
“It appears so,” Remus adds, staring up at a pair with twinkling stars on them.
“It was Lily,” James says suddenly, “Lily did this.”
And at that moment, the portrait opened and in walked the whole of Gryffindor house.
Lily has now buried her face in my robes and all I can do is pat her shoulder.
I have lots of pennames. Maybe not that many; it's up to you.
Camelia Oxcreod - not a pen name, something inspired from a movie, the root of my current hotmail email address.
Saturday Stace - I intend to use it as a pen name. One day. ;-_-
CuteBrownSquirrel - egash. I prefer plain Squirrel.
Stasya - of course, -bows-.
Anastazsia - the version people find harder to type out.
Zenetta (Catucci Torelli) - hmm...
Oh, and my latest one
Adelaida Zabinto - I have an affection for the letter Z.
mm.
Camelia Oxcreod - not a pen name, something inspired from a movie, the root of my current hotmail email address.
Saturday Stace - I intend to use it as a pen name. One day. ;-_-
CuteBrownSquirrel - egash. I prefer plain Squirrel.
Stasya - of course, -bows-.
Anastazsia - the version people find harder to type out.
Zenetta (Catucci Torelli) - hmm...
Oh, and my latest one
Adelaida Zabinto - I have an affection for the letter Z.
mm.
OH MY GOD. OH MY OH MY OH MY OH MY GOD. I thought they... abolished the custom...forgot...whatever... BUT NO. YAYNESS.
I love Zhonghua to bits. Thank goodness Stephen Chua didn't come down with amnesia! I'm going back to Zhonghua! For the first effing time in my whole pathetic miserable lowdown life, I am going to actually receive a prize at Zhonghua's Annual Prize Presentation. Nevermind that I'm only receiving it AFTER I graduated. I'm getting-ohmygod-first time-a prize!
ZHONGHUA, I LOVE YOU.
Oh, and I love the postman too.
I love Zhonghua to bits. Thank goodness Stephen Chua didn't come down with amnesia! I'm going back to Zhonghua! For the first effing time in my whole pathetic miserable lowdown life, I am going to actually receive a prize at Zhonghua's Annual Prize Presentation. Nevermind that I'm only receiving it AFTER I graduated. I'm getting-ohmygod-first time-a prize!
ZHONGHUA, I LOVE YOU.
Oh, and I love the postman too.
I've developed writer-mania. You know, that stage when people get all crazy about writing. I've started a novel which probably won't be completed till a few years later. It's fantasy. Because the girl is only six years old, I doubt there will be any romance. Then again, maybe I can change that...
Oh well. I need a yellow notebook. Quick! Vite!
Hock Department Store sells the best notebooks in Serangoon Gardens. Popular sells teh best notebooks in teh country.
Sorry.
www.bookslut.com
www.readerville.com
www.maudnewton.com
Some websites I picked up from a writer's magazine which my mum borrowed from the library. Maybe she's thinking of writing a book as well. She wrote a book once and got it published - an English assessment book. It has a picture of a flamingo on it, I remember. (:
Hockey later. Wish I could stay at home.
Oh well. I need a yellow notebook. Quick! Vite!
Hock Department Store sells the best notebooks in Serangoon Gardens. Popular sells teh best notebooks in teh country.
Sorry.
www.bookslut.com
www.readerville.com
www.maudnewton.com
Some websites I picked up from a writer's magazine which my mum borrowed from the library. Maybe she's thinking of writing a book as well. She wrote a book once and got it published - an English assessment book. It has a picture of a flamingo on it, I remember. (:
Hockey later. Wish I could stay at home.
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
I've just discovered something weird. I have an extra pair of FBT shorts in my wardrobe. As far as I'm concerned, I only ordered one pair and none of my family members own any.
There's the possibility of me accidentally taking home, um, someone else's shorts, but AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED I've never kept any shorts in my bag/shoebag.
Maybe someone accidentally put their FBT shorts into my bag. But it is extremely unlikely. But then, FBT shorts don't just materialize out of nowhere! Well, nothing materializes out of nowhere.
Anyone lost a pair of FBT shorts? =\
There's the possibility of me accidentally taking home, um, someone else's shorts, but AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED I've never kept any shorts in my bag/shoebag.
Maybe someone accidentally put their FBT shorts into my bag. But it is extremely unlikely. But then, FBT shorts don't just materialize out of nowhere! Well, nothing materializes out of nowhere.
Anyone lost a pair of FBT shorts? =\
Is there... nevermind.
People are starting to be happier.
I'm bogged down with all the homework resting on my head. Rester dans ma tete. Darn, I hate blogger. By default, blogger makes those alphabets with accents look all funny. Like this. cliché.
This, I tell you, is what we should be suing.
Petty thoughts. (:
Oh, well. You know what they say. Thyself shalt not exit of the iron gates of thy house till all work is done with.
I suck at Shakespearean English.
Translation: I will not go out till I finish all my homework.
I'm counting on completing everything by next week.
My mum was thinking about getting contact lenses for me. She and my cousin talked about it just now. My aunt encourages it.
I think they're pretty troublesome to put on, but Tricia, my cousin, claims otherwise.
I'm having second thoughts.
Oh, and I just read Writer's Digest. It's really good; the articles are (as my art teacher in primary school, Mrs. Seow, would say) short and sweet. Still, I swear Mrs. Seow can't recognize good compositions. Maybe I'm just huffy. But she's a nice person, I guess, just that she's a lot like Miss Gwee...
The difference? She's married. Miss Gwee isn't. I wonder what I'm hinting at.
Art teachers. All the same. Sort of.
No, wait. Miss Yasmeen from Zhonghua is really nice, just that she's more into advanced art, if you know what I mean. She's all about abstract art, she marks stuff really strictly such that you're lucky to get a B, stuff like that. She belongs to the Lasalle-SIA College. But the computer system musta cocked up her posting and landed her in Zhonghua instead. Poor thing.
I'm still pondering over whether to send the letter.
Only two! Only two! Only two!
And it's a bit weird, considering that my interest is directed solely at something which is not included in the two.
The last two lines belong in my personal diary. They don't really make much sense here.
I think you figured that out already.
Do you have a habit of reading your blog posts after you've published them? I do.
Maybe everyone does.
I don't know.
Oh, and I've discovered that my cousin Bryan is apparently much more sportif than I thought he was. Besides being a national champion in Golf, he also excels in badminton and running. My cousin Tricia (SNG alumni) is not only a drummer (she was in band) and pianist, she is also a Kayaker (sp?) and is capable of jogging 4.8km, twice our 2.4. Min Lee is a basketballer. Clarissa is a choirist who has appeared on television with her Church choir. Oh, and Sharon, Bryan's stepsister, is also an accomplished tracker with awards in high jumps, hurdles, that sort of thing.
All of them are related to me, this blubberish, failed hockeyer, amateur writer, halfbakedintelligence sort of person. I have so much to live up to.
People are starting to be happier.
I'm bogged down with all the homework resting on my head. Rester dans ma tete. Darn, I hate blogger. By default, blogger makes those alphabets with accents look all funny. Like this. cliché.
This, I tell you, is what we should be suing.
Petty thoughts. (:
Oh, well. You know what they say. Thyself shalt not exit of the iron gates of thy house till all work is done with.
I suck at Shakespearean English.
Translation: I will not go out till I finish all my homework.
I'm counting on completing everything by next week.
My mum was thinking about getting contact lenses for me. She and my cousin talked about it just now. My aunt encourages it.
I think they're pretty troublesome to put on, but Tricia, my cousin, claims otherwise.
I'm having second thoughts.
Oh, and I just read Writer's Digest. It's really good; the articles are (as my art teacher in primary school, Mrs. Seow, would say) short and sweet. Still, I swear Mrs. Seow can't recognize good compositions. Maybe I'm just huffy. But she's a nice person, I guess, just that she's a lot like Miss Gwee...
The difference? She's married. Miss Gwee isn't. I wonder what I'm hinting at.
Art teachers. All the same. Sort of.
No, wait. Miss Yasmeen from Zhonghua is really nice, just that she's more into advanced art, if you know what I mean. She's all about abstract art, she marks stuff really strictly such that you're lucky to get a B, stuff like that. She belongs to the Lasalle-SIA College. But the computer system musta cocked up her posting and landed her in Zhonghua instead. Poor thing.
I'm still pondering over whether to send the letter.
Only two! Only two! Only two!
And it's a bit weird, considering that my interest is directed solely at something which is not included in the two.
The last two lines belong in my personal diary. They don't really make much sense here.
I think you figured that out already.
Do you have a habit of reading your blog posts after you've published them? I do.
Maybe everyone does.
I don't know.
Oh, and I've discovered that my cousin Bryan is apparently much more sportif than I thought he was. Besides being a national champion in Golf, he also excels in badminton and running. My cousin Tricia (SNG alumni) is not only a drummer (she was in band) and pianist, she is also a Kayaker (sp?) and is capable of jogging 4.8km, twice our 2.4. Min Lee is a basketballer. Clarissa is a choirist who has appeared on television with her Church choir. Oh, and Sharon, Bryan's stepsister, is also an accomplished tracker with awards in high jumps, hurdles, that sort of thing.
All of them are related to me, this blubberish, failed hockeyer, amateur writer, halfbakedintelligence sort of person. I have so much to live up to.
I've just finished reading The Da Vinci Code. At last.
You'd expect better from a book that's been receiving so much publication.
The story has a brilliant plot - every aspect of a fantastic thriller/mystery is present. It's a great read, just like any other mystery story. Its only claim to fame is all the lovely theories on Mary Magdalene, that disembodied hand, Leonardo Da Vinci etc. New ideas. Apart from that, the story was a great read, but pretty much like any other good mystery.
You'd expect a lot more from a story that's probably given Dan Brown enough money to rival, uh, one third of J.K. Rowling's fortune.
Then again, maybe I just can't appreciate the true history of Christianity, seeing as I don't believe in God. And the holy grail isn't a solid object... I like that idea. But it could be portrayed a lot better. The book was dedicated to the union of the blade and the chalice. Interesting but a genius like Dan Brown could probably express it better...
You'd expect better from a book that's been receiving so much publication.
The story has a brilliant plot - every aspect of a fantastic thriller/mystery is present. It's a great read, just like any other mystery story. Its only claim to fame is all the lovely theories on Mary Magdalene, that disembodied hand, Leonardo Da Vinci etc. New ideas. Apart from that, the story was a great read, but pretty much like any other good mystery.
You'd expect a lot more from a story that's probably given Dan Brown enough money to rival, uh, one third of J.K. Rowling's fortune.
Then again, maybe I just can't appreciate the true history of Christianity, seeing as I don't believe in God. And the holy grail isn't a solid object... I like that idea. But it could be portrayed a lot better. The book was dedicated to the union of the blade and the chalice. Interesting but a genius like Dan Brown could probably express it better...
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