Alright, I'll say it, I'll say it!
I find 2Faith excruciatingly boring.
And I look down on people who can't pronounce 'excruciatingly'. XD
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Post 433.
I was rather pissed off when I typed out the bottom post. Mmhmm. Relient K rocks, but Fort Minor rocks more.
You know, yesterday I saw Bryan and Joon both staring at something. So inquisitive, cute little me peeped over the nice leather sofa and... they were looking at Ricky, all curled up at his usual spot, which is the pink cloth mat diagonal from the piano, right in front of the main entrance, adjacent to the recliner, about eight tiles away from the staircase, etc, etc. Someone -either Bryan or Joon, I can't remember- went: "So cute."
OMFFFFG.
Okay, pfft. BUT! I didn't think guys saw anything as cute. Apart from girls. And grannies. More specifically, my granny. She pwns, but that's beside the point.
C'est...
Well, I think it was Bryan, but wateva!!!11one1
No, wait. It might have been Uncle Lim. They two sound alike. To me.
Then, Ricky did look cute.
I guess guys do have soft spots after all.
I should show off Ricky more often.
Wahaha. If you're wondering, Joon is my cousin Sher Linn's Korean fiance. They met in Australia or something, while studying.
I love my family.
I was rather pissed off when I typed out the bottom post. Mmhmm. Relient K rocks, but Fort Minor rocks more.
You know, yesterday I saw Bryan and Joon both staring at something. So inquisitive, cute little me peeped over the nice leather sofa and... they were looking at Ricky, all curled up at his usual spot, which is the pink cloth mat diagonal from the piano, right in front of the main entrance, adjacent to the recliner, about eight tiles away from the staircase, etc, etc. Someone -either Bryan or Joon, I can't remember- went: "So cute."
OMFFFFG.
Okay, pfft. BUT! I didn't think guys saw anything as cute. Apart from girls. And grannies. More specifically, my granny. She pwns, but that's beside the point.
C'est...
Well, I think it was Bryan, but wateva!!!11one1
No, wait. It might have been Uncle Lim. They two sound alike. To me.
Then, Ricky did look cute.
I guess guys do have soft spots after all.
I should show off Ricky more often.
Wahaha. If you're wondering, Joon is my cousin Sher Linn's Korean fiance. They met in Australia or something, while studying.
I love my family.
Fort Minor, oh Fort Minor!
My mum wouldn't let me buy the CD because of the damn rating. Explicit content, they said, fucking explicit content. I listened to the songs on the CD players thingey at the shop and the only thing that was even halfway 'explicit' was 'fuck'. Not that any explicit content will taint me, anyway. I'm already black and proud of it.
Damn the fucktart who put the 'explicit content' sticker onto the cd. I bet he/she is an elderly dear who has cupcakes for teatime, who listens to 50 Romantic Piano songs, who promenades up and down la rue d'amour with a pretty white poodle, wears gold bracelets, with their head shoved up their fucking ass. Oh, dear lord, isn't that sodomy or something?
This world is getting so damn censored. Thank goodness my blog is still around.
My mum wouldn't let me buy the CD because of the damn rating. Explicit content, they said, fucking explicit content. I listened to the songs on the CD players thingey at the shop and the only thing that was even halfway 'explicit' was 'fuck'. Not that any explicit content will taint me, anyway. I'm already black and proud of it.
Damn the fucktart who put the 'explicit content' sticker onto the cd. I bet he/she is an elderly dear who has cupcakes for teatime, who listens to 50 Romantic Piano songs, who promenades up and down la rue d'amour with a pretty white poodle, wears gold bracelets, with their head shoved up their fucking ass. Oh, dear lord, isn't that sodomy or something?
This world is getting so damn censored. Thank goodness my blog is still around.
Yes! All is not lost! I'm still going to my paternal grandma's house for what James calls 'yu sheng'.
Ahaha. Yesterday, when my mum's side came over, it was helluva fun. Uncle Lim's back in Singapore, and he's taking me/Clarissa/Sher Linn/maybe some others to Parkway next Wednesday. We might watch a movie. And, unholy god, I love his car.
I love so many things about my relatives.
I love Sher Linn's tan.
I love Bryan's hair.
I love Uncle Lim's car.
I love Joon's and Uncle Sunny's sense of humor.
I love Tricia's sight-reading skills. And her intelligence.
I love Clarissa's shoes.
Avril Lavigne's song is playing on WMP now, and I find that my mood doesn't exactly suit the song, because despite my loads of unfinished homework, I am happyhappyhappy.
Well, homework.
Blasphemous god, I now hate the human heart. *shoots oneself*
Ahaha. Yesterday, when my mum's side came over, it was helluva fun. Uncle Lim's back in Singapore, and he's taking me/Clarissa/Sher Linn/maybe some others to Parkway next Wednesday. We might watch a movie. And, unholy god, I love his car.
I love so many things about my relatives.
I love Sher Linn's tan.
I love Bryan's hair.
I love Uncle Lim's car.
I love Joon's and Uncle Sunny's sense of humor.
I love Tricia's sight-reading skills. And her intelligence.
I love Clarissa's shoes.
Avril Lavigne's song is playing on WMP now, and I find that my mood doesn't exactly suit the song, because despite my loads of unfinished homework, I am happyhappyhappy.
Well, homework.
Blasphemous god, I now hate the human heart. *shoots oneself*
Monday, January 30, 2006
There are People downstairs.
My relatives, to be exact.
Chinese New Year, sweet Chinese New Year. I love my short story Harriet.
Harriet, dear angel, oh darling Harriet with the sweet tongue that spun untruths!
Green Day PWNS.
I've printed out my Anne Frank poem, Living Sub Rosa. It looks and sounds dumb, and it doesn't rhyme because I've decided to write a non-rhyming poem. Damn my English teacher. $300 (which is $6.35 less than what I've earned from my holiday job) says that I get about 60% or less for it.
Homework, dear, dear homework. I look forward to shaving my head.
You see, there's this society that involves this initiation rite, which involves a pig being sliced apart, alive, and while it's still alive and writhing in agony, its blood has to be smeared all over our bald heads.
I came up with the ritual.
Report me, O Lord. Make me pure.
My relatives, to be exact.
Chinese New Year, sweet Chinese New Year. I love my short story Harriet.
Harriet, dear angel, oh darling Harriet with the sweet tongue that spun untruths!
Green Day PWNS.
I've printed out my Anne Frank poem, Living Sub Rosa. It looks and sounds dumb, and it doesn't rhyme because I've decided to write a non-rhyming poem. Damn my English teacher. $300 (which is $6.35 less than what I've earned from my holiday job) says that I get about 60% or less for it.
Homework, dear, dear homework. I look forward to shaving my head.
You see, there's this society that involves this initiation rite, which involves a pig being sliced apart, alive, and while it's still alive and writhing in agony, its blood has to be smeared all over our bald heads.
I came up with the ritual.
Report me, O Lord. Make me pure.
AMERICAN IDIOT
You'll never guess what my username is.
I'm thinking of writing a satire! Shall I? It's sorta like a spoof. Like the one 1Faith05 almost did for Talentine. With a different topic and all. I rock, don't I? Ahaha. I don't think I'll do a political satire. Modern politics suck. Kick their asses! Kick em hard, yo! Whee!
Though I love to pretend that I am a feminist who is a skilled politic-er.
I'm a feminist.
But not a politic person. At least, not modern politics.
You wanna talk 15th century English political history wit' me, baby?
Ahaha.
You know, I'd never say that aloud in real life. Because I'm just too cool for talking-via-voice.
I'm getting arrogant. *deflates head*
The air won't go out!
I know, I'm just s'lame.
At least I tried.
-
I do act my age! I'm only 13!
I'm thinking of writing a satire! Shall I? It's sorta like a spoof. Like the one 1Faith05 almost did for Talentine. With a different topic and all. I rock, don't I? Ahaha. I don't think I'll do a political satire. Modern politics suck. Kick their asses! Kick em hard, yo! Whee!
Though I love to pretend that I am a feminist who is a skilled politic-er.
I'm a feminist.
But not a politic person. At least, not modern politics.
You wanna talk 15th century English political history wit' me, baby?
Ahaha.
You know, I'd never say that aloud in real life. Because I'm just too cool for talking-via-voice.
I'm getting arrogant. *deflates head*
The air won't go out!
I know, I'm just s'lame.
At least I tried.
-
I do act my age! I'm only 13!
My plastic $2 notes make me cooler than you.
Daryl, how is it that everytime I see you, you look different? Not that you'll read this anyway. XD
And, how the heck does your mother know that we've known each other since last year? Have you been telling her about me? Has someone been telling her about me? Heck, she knows I'm in St. Nicks, for some reason. I don't know why!!!1111111 -gonk-
I played chess with Paula. PAULA! YOU'RE A CHEATER! I ATE YOUR KING AND YOU ASKED ME TO 'REVERSE' THE ACTION! My emoticon cries, Paula. Haha.
You know, after lots of running and sweat and stuff, my polo shirt still smelled new at the end of the day. I s'pose Bossini shirts just rock like that.
I just remembered: I've got lots of homework to do. Damn.
I think I'll start on my Anne Frank poem now.
Daryl, how is it that everytime I see you, you look different? Not that you'll read this anyway. XD
And, how the heck does your mother know that we've known each other since last year? Have you been telling her about me? Has someone been telling her about me? Heck, she knows I'm in St. Nicks, for some reason. I don't know why!!!1111111 -gonk-
I played chess with Paula. PAULA! YOU'RE A CHEATER! I ATE YOUR KING AND YOU ASKED ME TO 'REVERSE' THE ACTION! My emoticon cries, Paula. Haha.
You know, after lots of running and sweat and stuff, my polo shirt still smelled new at the end of the day. I s'pose Bossini shirts just rock like that.
I just remembered: I've got lots of homework to do. Damn.
I think I'll start on my Anne Frank poem now.
Sunday, January 29, 2006
I don't really care for Hongbaos anymore. What I really want is a present. More specifically, a spanking new silver/green/red laptop.
Alright, now, my new favourite bright color is red. Orange has very gracefully (albeit abruptly) relinquished the throne for the dazzling, beautiful Red.
Oh, and my cousin Bryan has great hair. He dyed it blond or something and stuff, spiked it up, and it looks like a bomb exploded on his head. To his advantage. I prefer him with black hair, but this one looks great s'well.
I hate it how guys I know suddenly grow WHAMMO tall. It's not fair, when I have to remain short. Screech, scratches nails against chalkboard. Winces. Gets a nailcutter.
Blah.
I love being in Zhonghua Primary History!
And, I'm rather sick of exclamation marks.
It's raining. On CNY. This just isn't right. =/
Oh, bejabbers.
I went to my Grandma's house with my dad and Sini, only to discover that everyone had left. We arrived too late. Cry, dear emoticon, cry.
I'm feeling particularly depressed, blah.
I miss the cousins I know best.
Sherlinn, James, Gordon, Clarissa, KennJi, Gimm, Min Lee, Eugene, even Bryan, whom I don't think I've ever talked to in two years.
Alright, now, my new favourite bright color is red. Orange has very gracefully (albeit abruptly) relinquished the throne for the dazzling, beautiful Red.
Oh, and my cousin Bryan has great hair. He dyed it blond or something and stuff, spiked it up, and it looks like a bomb exploded on his head. To his advantage. I prefer him with black hair, but this one looks great s'well.
I hate it how guys I know suddenly grow WHAMMO tall. It's not fair, when I have to remain short. Screech, scratches nails against chalkboard. Winces. Gets a nailcutter.
Blah.
I love being in Zhonghua Primary History!
And, I'm rather sick of exclamation marks.
It's raining. On CNY. This just isn't right. =/
Oh, bejabbers.
I went to my Grandma's house with my dad and Sini, only to discover that everyone had left. We arrived too late. Cry, dear emoticon, cry.
I'm feeling particularly depressed, blah.
I miss the cousins I know best.
Sherlinn, James, Gordon, Clarissa, KennJi, Gimm, Min Lee, Eugene, even Bryan, whom I don't think I've ever talked to in two years.
Happy CNY, everyone. GIVE. ME. HONGBAOS. *holds at gunpoint*
Nah. I'm high. C'est the sms I sent to Cheryl&SY:
CHERYL, SHENG YANG, happy cny, et cetera et cetera, blah. And, SY, if we meet again, You Shall Have Apple Juice! Convert him, Cheryl! -is high-
Mornings make me really really annoying. Thus stay away from me! I am the hazard of dawn! Fear me! Run away! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Boo.
I sound spastic, bleh.
BUT!
I am a HIGHLY CAFFEINATED SPAZZER! NOT TO MENTION, SCHIZOPHRENIC! AND COOLER THAN YOU! AHAHA. BEWARE THE ON-A-MORNING-HIGH-SPAZZER.
Put a bullet through a bible, retard. XD
ahaha, ha, ha.
Nah. I'm high. C'est the sms I sent to Cheryl&SY:
CHERYL, SHENG YANG, happy cny, et cetera et cetera, blah. And, SY, if we meet again, You Shall Have Apple Juice! Convert him, Cheryl! -is high-
Mornings make me really really annoying. Thus stay away from me! I am the hazard of dawn! Fear me! Run away! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Boo.
I sound spastic, bleh.
BUT!
I am a HIGHLY CAFFEINATED SPAZZER! NOT TO MENTION, SCHIZOPHRENIC! AND COOLER THAN YOU! AHAHA. BEWARE THE ON-A-MORNING-HIGH-SPAZZER.
Put a bullet through a bible, retard. XD
ahaha, ha, ha.
Holy shit, check this out: http://schools.moe.edu.sg/zps/
Hahah. Go to achievements, PSLE 2005, Top ten pupils, scroll down a bit, and tell me what you see. Okay, I'm shameless, I know.
You know, seeing the events the teachers have planned for ZPS this year, I'm kind of glad I'm not still in Zhonghua. But I still miss it.
Hahah. Go to achievements, PSLE 2005, Top ten pupils, scroll down a bit, and tell me what you see. Okay, I'm shameless, I know.
You know, seeing the events the teachers have planned for ZPS this year, I'm kind of glad I'm not still in Zhonghua. But I still miss it.
Saturday, January 28, 2006
From Jessica's blog, 2Truth sounds fun. ):
I forgot my favourite ex primary classmate Delphine is in 2T lah! So jalouse lorh! Note sarcasm. Gosh, I sound like a petty bitch. Ignore that! I was being bitchy! And petty! And plain stupid.
Ignore the chatspeak as well, because I'm high.
Thor's Day. (de Rhys) (de Verve) (de Cradle) ulcer on cold blue lips of sky says:
*hands out virtual apple juice*
Psyche. says:
Mehhhh.
Psyche. says:
):
Psyche. says:
-hands some to stacy too-
Thor's Day. (de Rhys) (de Verve) (de Cradle) ulcer on cold blue lips of sky says:
*hallucinates*
Nemos swimming in my apple juice!
Psyche. says:
Nemos!
Psyche. says:
Nemos!
Psyche. says:
-goes crazy-
Apple juice!
I am officially a Green Day groupie! Lalalalalala! HIGH HIGH HIGH ABORT ABORT ABORT.
Don't have babies!
ahahahahaha.
WHEE.
No. No. No.
Serious, now! Serious!
See, I'm a schizo.
No, wait, that spot's reserved for Robyn. XD
See! I still remember your schizo days! Yay.
I miss primary school. People didn't judge each other as much back then. I honestly can't believe I'm turning 14 this year, so surreal.
I miss the days when Stanley Yuwono was still tolerable. Now he's an insufferable jerk. I miss the days when I was still hopelessly infatuated, when I liked English class, when I could score 36/40 for the shittiest compositions ever written, when I didn't have a big butt ( >.< ), when canteen food was so cheap and so good, when queues were damnnably short, when things were BETTER.
Woe me.
When Delphine and I didn't blatantly ignore each other whenever we accidentally (with much distaste) came across each other in school, when I wasn't such a quiet loner+outcast, when I had a nice eco-garden to visit every recess, when people wore 'high' socks and didn't realize/didn't care, when people didn't suddenly go all bimbo/himbo on you, when people weren't obsessed with boyfriends, when people copied ting xie in class, when we had whiteboards, when we thought the world of ourselves because we weren't insecure about fat butts and tummy fat and all that shite yet, when people were so much more friendly.
I'm getting all nostalgic.
Give me my nemos.
I forgot my favourite ex primary classmate Delphine is in 2T lah! So jalouse lorh! Note sarcasm. Gosh, I sound like a petty bitch. Ignore that! I was being bitchy! And petty! And plain stupid.
Ignore the chatspeak as well, because I'm high.
Thor's Day. (de Rhys) (de Verve) (de Cradle) ulcer on cold blue lips of sky says:
*hands out virtual apple juice*
Psyche. says:
Mehhhh.
Psyche. says:
):
Psyche. says:
-hands some to stacy too-
Thor's Day. (de Rhys) (de Verve) (de Cradle) ulcer on cold blue lips of sky says:
*hallucinates*
Nemos swimming in my apple juice!
Psyche. says:
Nemos!
Psyche. says:
Nemos!
Psyche. says:
-goes crazy-
Apple juice!
I am officially a Green Day groupie! Lalalalalala! HIGH HIGH HIGH ABORT ABORT ABORT.
Don't have babies!
ahahahahaha.
WHEE.
No. No. No.
Serious, now! Serious!
See, I'm a schizo.
No, wait, that spot's reserved for Robyn. XD
See! I still remember your schizo days! Yay.
I miss primary school. People didn't judge each other as much back then. I honestly can't believe I'm turning 14 this year, so surreal.
I miss the days when Stanley Yuwono was still tolerable. Now he's an insufferable jerk. I miss the days when I was still hopelessly infatuated, when I liked English class, when I could score 36/40 for the shittiest compositions ever written, when I didn't have a big butt ( >.< ), when canteen food was so cheap and so good, when queues were damnnably short, when things were BETTER.
Woe me.
When Delphine and I didn't blatantly ignore each other whenever we accidentally (with much distaste) came across each other in school, when I wasn't such a quiet loner+outcast, when I had a nice eco-garden to visit every recess, when people wore 'high' socks and didn't realize/didn't care, when people didn't suddenly go all bimbo/himbo on you, when people weren't obsessed with boyfriends, when people copied ting xie in class, when we had whiteboards, when we thought the world of ourselves because we weren't insecure about fat butts and tummy fat and all that shite yet, when people were so much more friendly.
I'm getting all nostalgic.
Give me my nemos.
Just now I was bashing out -literally- Cantina Band on the piano. Honestly, I love the song. I can bang on the keys as much as I want, and it's so dynamic, so jazzy, so absolument lovely. Jazz pwns. Ahaha. I should learn to play the drums, honestly.
If I had the time and money, I'd
Travel all around the world, and scale a mountain, learn to ice skate, ski, bungee jump, skydive, scubadive, sail... visit the Loo, I mean, Louvre, climb the Eiffel Tower (although it is highly overrated), see which country has the best and cleanest toilets. I shall also go hiking, get to see valleys, rivers, creeks, the Grand Canyon... I shall visit all the major rivers in the world, enter a pyramid. Basically, experience everything in life, including poverty, war (okay, 'tis a bit sadistic of me, but blah), maybe even fame. Though I doubt it.
Learn to play the drums, harp, flute.
Take (horse) riding lessons.
And more more more.
You know, sometimes I get in those IwanttoscreambecauseI'mabsolutelysad moods. Like now.
If I had the time and money, I'd
Travel all around the world, and scale a mountain, learn to ice skate, ski, bungee jump, skydive, scubadive, sail... visit the Loo, I mean, Louvre, climb the Eiffel Tower (although it is highly overrated), see which country has the best and cleanest toilets. I shall also go hiking, get to see valleys, rivers, creeks, the Grand Canyon... I shall visit all the major rivers in the world, enter a pyramid. Basically, experience everything in life, including poverty, war (okay, 'tis a bit sadistic of me, but blah), maybe even fame. Though I doubt it.
Learn to play the drums, harp, flute.
Take (horse) riding lessons.
And more more more.
You know, sometimes I get in those IwanttoscreambecauseI'mabsolutelysad moods. Like now.
I've got Green Day's CD, Bullet in a Bible. It's probably pretty old, but I always buy stuff after they're past their prime. Oddly enough. BIAB isn't all that great, but 'Hitchin' A Ride' is the song. Lufflie.
EDIT: OMFG Brain Stew rocks s'well.
Ahahaha mii luffs chatspk lahz! hahas
No lah, ignore mwaa.
PSHAW. I find it hilarious when unintelligent bimbos/himbos say/type 'moi' or any variations of 'moi'. I just do.
BRAIN STEW BRAIN STEW BRAIN STEW! LELONGLELONG! HOWEVER YOU SPELL THAT! DOES IT HAVE A CERTAIN SPELLING ANYWAY! AIYAH WATEVERR LAHZ! HAHAHAHAHA! I AM HIGH ON CHATSPEAKK! IT IZ ADDIICTIVE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
CHERYL. I WANT MY APPLE JUICE!
ahem.
Anyway, irai-ing grandma's house later for CNY. Funnily I'm not looking forward to hongbaos. I can't stand money! I've been spending too much so much lately!
And Latin music pwns!
EDIT: OMFG Brain Stew rocks s'well.
Ahahaha mii luffs chatspk lahz! hahas
No lah, ignore mwaa.
PSHAW. I find it hilarious when unintelligent bimbos/himbos say/type 'moi' or any variations of 'moi'. I just do.
BRAIN STEW BRAIN STEW BRAIN STEW! LELONGLELONG! HOWEVER YOU SPELL THAT! DOES IT HAVE A CERTAIN SPELLING ANYWAY! AIYAH WATEVERR LAHZ! HAHAHAHAHA! I AM HIGH ON CHATSPEAKK! IT IZ ADDIICTIVE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
CHERYL. I WANT MY APPLE JUICE!
ahem.
Anyway, irai-ing grandma's house later for CNY. Funnily I'm not looking forward to hongbaos. I can't stand money! I've been spending too much so much lately!
And Latin music pwns!
It's 13 minutes past midnight and I'm the only one awake. Except perhaps for wee Snowy downstairs and dear old Ricky. I baby talk with my dogs. No, wait, not anymore. But I used to, half the time. hahahahahah
Centerpoint/Centrepoint/et cetera is absolutely boring, except perhaps for Times. Books pwn. Or however you spell that. Evil laughter. On the other hand, diss me, curse me, stab me in the back, but I am a true supporter of Hang Ten! And Bossini! And Giordano/Giordiano/something!
Hah. They're all so commercialized, but I love the tshirts. Somehow.
Someone shoot me! XP
Centerpoint/Centrepoint/et cetera is absolutely boring, except perhaps for Times. Books pwn. Or however you spell that. Evil laughter. On the other hand, diss me, curse me, stab me in the back, but I am a true supporter of Hang Ten! And Bossini! And Giordano/Giordiano/something!
Hah. They're all so commercialized, but I love the tshirts. Somehow.
Someone shoot me! XP
Friday, January 27, 2006
Post 417. Just for kicks.
CNY celebrations: boring. English: stupid. Chinese: (the opposite of) Boring. Science: Funny.
Ivy thinks Simba is handsome. Oddly enough, my cousin goes by the nickname of Simba, and his email add is simba underscore something @hotmail.com. And he isn't exactly the quintessential handsome guy, only the 'lion' part fits in that he's in a lion dance troupe. Kewlness. B)
Okay, the last chatspeak-ish part was random.
I want a new English teacher. Insert crying emoticon.
They should have smilies for blogs. =/
On the other hand, I think not.
5 visitors! Oh, lord save this blog.
CNY celebrations: boring. English: stupid. Chinese: (the opposite of) Boring. Science: Funny.
Ivy thinks Simba is handsome. Oddly enough, my cousin goes by the nickname of Simba, and his email add is simba underscore something @hotmail.com. And he isn't exactly the quintessential handsome guy, only the 'lion' part fits in that he's in a lion dance troupe. Kewlness. B)
Okay, the last chatspeak-ish part was random.
I want a new English teacher. Insert crying emoticon.
They should have smilies for blogs. =/
On the other hand, I think not.
5 visitors! Oh, lord save this blog.
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Wahoo! Back on the net! Take that, suckers! XD
There're lots of unfinished quotes, I see. Today I've discovered that carpe diem is actually:
Carpe diem; quam minimum credula postero.
Something about seizing the day, for how little we can trust in tomorrow.
-
You know, I loved bare naked description. The type that just lays out the facts in front of you and doesn't make everyone a Mary-Sueish slender thighed and slender fingered petite, slim young lady. PSHAW.
There're lots of unfinished quotes, I see. Today I've discovered that carpe diem is actually:
Carpe diem; quam minimum credula postero.
Something about seizing the day, for how little we can trust in tomorrow.
-
You know, I loved bare naked description. The type that just lays out the facts in front of you and doesn't make everyone a Mary-Sueish slender thighed and slender fingered petite, slim young lady. PSHAW.
Thursday, January 19, 2006
It never fails to amuse/irritate me, how immature people I know can be. Yeah, yeah, I was immature once, but not now! Not me!
As for the infamy (word? no?) I've accumulated, well, trois fois rien. -grin-
YES I am actually proud of these. Well, not in that sense, but... nevermind. You young uneducated grasshoppers shall learn in time to come.
XP
And then eyes and eyebrows did this funny weirdo thing...
Ahaha. Hockey tomorrow. NO!
Chinese Essay Test tomorrow. No.
Dangit.
As for the infamy (word? no?) I've accumulated, well, trois fois rien. -grin-
YES I am actually proud of these. Well, not in that sense, but... nevermind. You young uneducated grasshoppers shall learn in time to come.
XP
And then eyes and eyebrows did this funny weirdo thing...
Ahaha. Hockey tomorrow. NO!
Chinese Essay Test tomorrow. No.
Dangit.
Sometimes I just hate myself.
I shouldn't have done that! I know I usually don't care, that I am vindictive, petty, scheming, but little acts make me full of dread. Somehow this time I do care. Maybe I am a bad person, yet in some way a good person for feeling guilty. Oh, wait! I've got an idea for a poem/story! Off topic. Like I said, sometimes I just hate myself.
Anyway, tennis today was pretty good. My forehands have improved, only not all of them go over the net. My serfs are pretty okay. My backhands have de-proved. Oh, well.
I shouldn't have done that! I know I usually don't care, that I am vindictive, petty, scheming, but little acts make me full of dread. Somehow this time I do care. Maybe I am a bad person, yet in some way a good person for feeling guilty. Oh, wait! I've got an idea for a poem/story! Off topic. Like I said, sometimes I just hate myself.
Anyway, tennis today was pretty good. My forehands have improved, only not all of them go over the net. My serfs are pretty okay. My backhands have de-proved. Oh, well.
dun mind miee i juz wan 2 plan moii sschedule 4 2molo.
n00bified! LA.
Nah.
Okay, I... rush... planning... schedule!
tonight i mean
okay rush! rush! rush!
8.15-8.45pm get ready bathe stuff wash hockey shinguards
8.50pm - 9.30pm study for chinese test
9.30-10 pack bag
10 - whatever time study for whatever test.
HAHAHAHAHA.
now... rush! rush! rush!
n00bified! LA.
Nah.
Okay, I... rush... planning... schedule!
tonight i mean
okay rush! rush! rush!
8.15-8.45pm get ready bathe stuff wash hockey shinguards
8.50pm - 9.30pm study for chinese test
9.30-10 pack bag
10 - whatever time study for whatever test.
HAHAHAHAHA.
now... rush! rush! rush!
Mummy, n00bs are scary! Make them go away!
` .ciingLe.n.LOViin.itt. SINGLE, not ciingLe! Freak!
` .mood.SWiiNGS. I sincerely hope that it isn't considered 'hip' to type like that.
` .mah.GHURRLfwenx.ALOT. NO!
` .everiithiin.dat.siimply.cums.to.ma..HEART.. What is it with the fullstops? Oh gosh, the 'cums' remark nearly cracked me up.
-
` .pple.who.tok.boud.mah.L0veD.ones. Fcuk off, sweetheart.
` .Liiarz Extra 'i's are stupid.
` .ciingLe.n.LOViin.itt. SINGLE, not ciingLe! Freak!
` .mood.SWiiNGS. I sincerely hope that it isn't considered 'hip' to type like that.
` .mah.GHURRLfwenx.ALOT. NO!
` .everiithiin.dat.siimply.cums.to.ma..HEART.. What is it with the fullstops? Oh gosh, the 'cums' remark nearly cracked me up.
-
` .pple.who.tok.boud.mah.L0veD.ones. Fcuk off, sweetheart.
` .Liiarz Extra 'i's are stupid.
I probably suck at tennis now. Haven't played in two damned weeks. I've lost all my skills! Omg! I suck! So! Bad! Bimbo! Talk! Is! Now! Officially! Cool! Because! I've! Lost! All! My! Skills!
Bimbo poles. Bimboo poles. XD
Okay, it isn't really that funny, but va te faire foutre, darlin.
Darklins. Hmm. Come to think of it, what the girl said was kinda true. Darkfall doesn't really have a purpose except for the political scrabble and the whole Draaka thing. But I still like it. Stfu, I don't care!
Gosh.
Hockey tomorrow. I don't want to go. argh blast garh.
Maybe it'll be fun. But you can never tell. I must remember... hm.
I want a new blogskin.
Bimbo poles. Bimboo poles. XD
Okay, it isn't really that funny, but va te faire foutre, darlin.
Darklins. Hmm. Come to think of it, what the girl said was kinda true. Darkfall doesn't really have a purpose except for the political scrabble and the whole Draaka thing. But I still like it. Stfu, I don't care!
Gosh.
Hockey tomorrow. I don't want to go. argh blast garh.
Maybe it'll be fun. But you can never tell. I must remember... hm.
I want a new blogskin.
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
I find myself going: Ewww, a Christian!
No offence. I just don't know how people could possibly believe in God. It's like they only turn to him after experiencing some crisis or something, and become devouts. It's a sweeping statement, I know, I know. I hope we never have debate enrichment this year. I'd rather have Creative Writing Class. Or a class that preaches on the non-existence and unreliability of religions.
No offence. I just don't know how people could possibly believe in God. It's like they only turn to him after experiencing some crisis or something, and become devouts. It's a sweeping statement, I know, I know. I hope we never have debate enrichment this year. I'd rather have Creative Writing Class. Or a class that preaches on the non-existence and unreliability of religions.
I finally created my Book Website!
http://www.freewebs.com/romanceof1820/1820.htm
You'll find that the URL corresponds slightly with my new love of Chopin. 'Romance' barely hints at a courtship, though. If you've been studying your music time periods correctly, this should be a piece of cake.
Anyway, 'Darkfall' by Isobelle Carmody is absolutely stunning. Okay, I'm exaggerating a little. Flaws go as such: her description writing was rather cliche to me, I didn't like the switch between Ember and Glynn's personalities. I'd prefer Glynn to be the absolute main character. Glynn's a she, by the way. The beginning (with the exception of the prologue) wasn't a very good hooker either. And, the story in its infancy was bad bad bad, though somehow I just read on.
Nice points: Her writing seems to improve dramatically in the later half of the story. She grips the reader by Solen's 'death', only to prove that he isn't dead in the end. I like him either way: dead or not dead. Mostly because part of me was rooting for Glynn to get together with HOMGhandsome Donard (sp?), though the other part of me was hoping that Solen wasn't dead, and they'd get back together. Hm yeah.
Wait, another bad point. She clutters up the story a lot, such that in some places there is babble-ish infodump about the history of Keltor and blah blah blah. She tries to remedy it by putting it in dialogues people speak, but it still doesn't help.
Yeah.
So the next book I'll tackle will be a huge book of Oxford Essays. Yay.
Being the hardworking me I am, I completed all my Maths homework yesterday when I was deathly sleepy (I know it's not a 'conventional' metaphor, but fcuk), and somehow I managed to get almost all my answers correct. Yes, I admit, I checked the answers at the back, but only to check.
=/
Ah, well. Chinese test Friday, Chinese spelling next week, MEP test next Monday, Hist. test next Tuesday.
I've gotta mug, fellas!
Off for Science homework. And, of course, Oxford Essays. Squee!
http://www.freewebs.com/romanceof1820/1820.htm
You'll find that the URL corresponds slightly with my new love of Chopin. 'Romance' barely hints at a courtship, though. If you've been studying your music time periods correctly, this should be a piece of cake.
Anyway, 'Darkfall' by Isobelle Carmody is absolutely stunning. Okay, I'm exaggerating a little. Flaws go as such: her description writing was rather cliche to me, I didn't like the switch between Ember and Glynn's personalities. I'd prefer Glynn to be the absolute main character. Glynn's a she, by the way. The beginning (with the exception of the prologue) wasn't a very good hooker either. And, the story in its infancy was bad bad bad, though somehow I just read on.
Nice points: Her writing seems to improve dramatically in the later half of the story. She grips the reader by Solen's 'death', only to prove that he isn't dead in the end. I like him either way: dead or not dead. Mostly because part of me was rooting for Glynn to get together with HOMGhandsome Donard (sp?), though the other part of me was hoping that Solen wasn't dead, and they'd get back together. Hm yeah.
Wait, another bad point. She clutters up the story a lot, such that in some places there is babble-ish infodump about the history of Keltor and blah blah blah. She tries to remedy it by putting it in dialogues people speak, but it still doesn't help.
Yeah.
So the next book I'll tackle will be a huge book of Oxford Essays. Yay.
Being the hardworking me I am, I completed all my Maths homework yesterday when I was deathly sleepy (I know it's not a 'conventional' metaphor, but fcuk), and somehow I managed to get almost all my answers correct. Yes, I admit, I checked the answers at the back, but only to check.
=/
Ah, well. Chinese test Friday, Chinese spelling next week, MEP test next Monday, Hist. test next Tuesday.
I've gotta mug, fellas!
Off for Science homework. And, of course, Oxford Essays. Squee!
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Monday, January 16, 2006
Dang. I've just remembered that I haven't handed in the pile of lit worksheets. I'm such a lousy lit leader. X/
Hockey today. Us secones twos were late for training and got a mild tongue lashing from Laura. Wonder if she's really serious about the 10 pushups per every head who's late thing. Anyway, I feel as if I haven't trained in months! My moves are all rusty and it's like my hand and feet can't coordinate. Everytime my hands move my stick somewhere, my feet always seem to get in the way. Robyn, even smallfoots falter.
Piano theory is hard. :(
Also, there's a Chinese CT this Friday, and an MEP test next Monday. CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM! Stuuuuday!
Darkfall seemed interesting at first, but its beginning is much less gripping than I thought it'd be. There's also considerably little imagery, as compared to most fantasy stories. Btw, I've signed a pact withthe devil myself to stay off gaia until Friday. Self discipline, control, manner... *starts sweating like a drug addict pig*
Still piano theory to do. Shucks. Shall ask some Great 8-er in class tomorrow morning for answers. Blah.
Hockey today. Us sec
Piano theory is hard. :(
Also, there's a Chinese CT this Friday, and an MEP test next Monday. CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM CRAM! Stuuuuday!
Darkfall seemed interesting at first, but its beginning is much less gripping than I thought it'd be. There's also considerably little imagery, as compared to most fantasy stories. Btw, I've signed a pact with
Still piano theory to do. Shucks. Shall ask some Great 8-er in class tomorrow morning for answers. Blah.
Sunday, January 15, 2006
PROFILE
Welcome to my blog, Martian! Now that you have so graciously descended to my level of normalness, allow me to introduce myself to ye.
I'm Stacy OHQ, commonly known as Stacy but preferring to be called yabbertigabetf.ealasaid bleh. No? Ahaha. I love Evanescence, Ashlee Simpson, Avril Lavigne, Marion Raven, Raven Symone, Jason Mraz, photographs, blah, stuff, you know, EHH.
Forget it. Just fuckin forget it. XD
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
I'm Stacy OHQ, commonly known as Stacy but preferring to be called yabbertigabetf.ealasaid bleh. No? Ahaha. I love Evanescence, Ashlee Simpson, Avril Lavigne, Marion Raven, Raven Symone, Jason Mraz, photographs, blah, stuff, you know, EHH.
Forget it. Just fuckin forget it. XD
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
I've borrowed lots and lots of books lately. One way to live up to my rep. XD
Our lives a mimicry! Omfg, I heart Oscar Wilde and Shakespeare. Then, where are fancies bred? In the heart, or in the head? Besides, heaven hath no rage than a love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury than a woman scorned. (William Congreve)
That was the original quote. 'Hell hath no fury than a woman scorned' is merely the edited, shortened version. Something I picked up from reading one of Cheryl's books, but nonetheless, I'm sure at least a few readers of my blog (well, I don't know) will know this already.
I'm EXPLODING.
Tell me, whaddaya think of pirates? Running a school? Teaching kids they stole off other ships about morality? I think it'd make an interesting piece.
Ex, dee.
bleh.
NYP tomorrow! Not that it'd be very interesting.
Anime is lame. =
Our lives a mimicry! Omfg, I heart Oscar Wilde and Shakespeare. Then, where are fancies bred? In the heart, or in the head? Besides, heaven hath no rage than a love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury than a woman scorned. (William Congreve)
That was the original quote. 'Hell hath no fury than a woman scorned' is merely the edited, shortened version. Something I picked up from reading one of Cheryl's books, but nonetheless, I'm sure at least a few readers of my blog (well, I don't know) will know this already.
I'm EXPLODING.
Tell me, whaddaya think of pirates? Running a school? Teaching kids they stole off other ships about morality? I think it'd make an interesting piece.
Ex, dee.
bleh.
NYP tomorrow! Not that it'd be very interesting.
Anime is lame. =
I want to work for a newspaper or magazine when I grow up, in addition to being a professional writer. It must be really really exciting, the newspaper job, rushing out stuff so they can be printed the next day, knowing that the whole of Singapore's depending on you. As for magazines, mm... okay, maybe not. Unless it's a writer's magazine.
Gosh, I'm depressed. D;
Gosh, I'm depressed. D;
All that 'work hard and you'll succeed' stuff is so cliche, but sadly true. I cringe whenever I have to put that in any essay. Persevere and you'll find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Bah.
I miss the good ol Britney Spear days. She's slowly moving backstage, don't you think? And Kevin whatshisname is so pathetic.
That's slander, really, but you don't see anyone sueing me for it because everyone's saying it. The media, whatever. If I said that about a teacher, even if everyone is saying it, I'd be promptly punished by the school. S'unfair.
I have major neckache. dang i'm so freaking tired..
Blink yawn gah.
Hilary Duff music is playing. Sleeeepy...
NECKACHE NECKACHE NECKACHE.
Damn!
I miss the good ol Britney Spear days. She's slowly moving backstage, don't you think? And Kevin whatshisname is so pathetic.
That's slander, really, but you don't see anyone sueing me for it because everyone's saying it. The media, whatever. If I said that about a teacher, even if everyone is saying it, I'd be promptly punished by the school. S'unfair.
I have major neckache. dang i'm so freaking tired..
Blink yawn gah.
Hilary Duff music is playing. Sleeeepy...
NECKACHE NECKACHE NECKACHE.
Damn!
Friday, January 13, 2006
Dust blacks the tissued cloud that
once seemed snow like to the eye
and thrums into its equator
and lifts the wool up high.
And there we see truth.
Dust puffs at sunken warships
and raises them to the sun
that drank up all the pirate gold
and set the decks with rum.
And yet there is no youth.
-
Oh, bajeebus. 'Good' or 'bad', all will sour in the end.
once seemed snow like to the eye
and thrums into its equator
and lifts the wool up high.
And there we see truth.
Dust puffs at sunken warships
and raises them to the sun
that drank up all the pirate gold
and set the decks with rum.
And yet there is no youth.
-
Oh, bajeebus. 'Good' or 'bad', all will sour in the end.
i've got a goal
Today I was happy I was angry I was moody I was upset I made a fool out of myself I was bursting with teen angst. Angst, for that matter. I hate not being in control of my emotions. My EQ must be a boiling 1.
A few months ago when I was in the skeptical adolescent stage, the phrase 'finding oneself' would have seemed to be completely lame. Not now. No, I still disagree with it, though - you shouldn't find your personality, it finds you. You just need to be in the right place, and it'll come to you eventually.
And I've decided that there's nothing at all bad with teen angst. Angst is a normal part of teen life - us teenagers relish it, cry over it, burst with it. And we shouldn't shun teenangst just because it's uncool to watch people whine over how their life sucks in blog entries and poems and all that shite. That's just stupid. Well, it's only uncool it the poet/blogger actually thinks that the angst poem is the coolest thing he/she's ever written. That's... really stupid.
Teenagers are angsty. They're whiny. They think life sucks. Nothing abnormal, albeit very cliche. They're pathetic they suck they hate life. And it's all totally realistic.
If you disagree, shut up.
I kind of pity my Science teacher, because I was like her in primary school and I know I was pathetic. By the way, she infodumps. A. Lot.
Besides, English class is so fucked up. It's boring. It's bland. It's not look-forwardish at all. That's not what English class is supposed to be about. It's supposed to be creative, full of culture, and interesting. It's a language with history and neither is being expressed. Everyday we're brainwashed with gray, technical grammar grammar grammar with a teacher who thinks we're primary school kids.
Would the situation be better in another school, I wonder?
But I guess I've got to slug it out here. I've set my goals super high for this year; forget about 'unattainable', whatever. An A1 for all subjects, and I don't freaking care. I might get it, might not, but at least I tried for the A1 and I can try again next year and next year and next year and next year and so on and so on. For the O Levels, it's gonna be 8 and above.
Ahaha. I was rather passionate when I wrote that and the 'fire' has gone out of me, in a way, but I'm still aiming for 8A1s and below 8 for the Os.
HA.
I've got a goal for this year:
Self discipline.
A few months ago when I was in the skeptical adolescent stage, the phrase 'finding oneself' would have seemed to be completely lame. Not now. No, I still disagree with it, though - you shouldn't find your personality, it finds you. You just need to be in the right place, and it'll come to you eventually.
And I've decided that there's nothing at all bad with teen angst. Angst is a normal part of teen life - us teenagers relish it, cry over it, burst with it. And we shouldn't shun teenangst just because it's uncool to watch people whine over how their life sucks in blog entries and poems and all that shite. That's just stupid. Well, it's only uncool it the poet/blogger actually thinks that the angst poem is the coolest thing he/she's ever written. That's... really stupid.
Teenagers are angsty. They're whiny. They think life sucks. Nothing abnormal, albeit very cliche. They're pathetic they suck they hate life. And it's all totally realistic.
If you disagree, shut up.
I kind of pity my Science teacher, because I was like her in primary school and I know I was pathetic. By the way, she infodumps. A. Lot.
Besides, English class is so fucked up. It's boring. It's bland. It's not look-forwardish at all. That's not what English class is supposed to be about. It's supposed to be creative, full of culture, and interesting. It's a language with history and neither is being expressed. Everyday we're brainwashed with gray, technical grammar grammar grammar with a teacher who thinks we're primary school kids.
Would the situation be better in another school, I wonder?
But I guess I've got to slug it out here. I've set my goals super high for this year; forget about 'unattainable', whatever. An A1 for all subjects, and I don't freaking care. I might get it, might not, but at least I tried for the A1 and I can try again next year and next year and next year and next year and so on and so on. For the O Levels, it's gonna be 8 and above.
Ahaha. I was rather passionate when I wrote that and the 'fire' has gone out of me, in a way, but I'm still aiming for 8A1s and below 8 for the Os.
HA.
I've got a goal for this year:
Self discipline.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
our lives a mimicry, a litany
They can't break me
As long as I know who I am
EDIT: This is the 400th post of this blog, by the way! Yep de doo for me! AHAHAHAHA.
As long as I know who I am
EDIT: This is the 400th post of this blog, by the way! Yep de doo for me! AHAHAHAHA.
THE REAL SLIM SHADY
I'm thinking of putting music on me blog once more. Besides, I'm back from a few tales of Grimm. Rampion = Rapunzel.
Little duck, little duck, dost thou see,
Hansel and Gretel are waiting for thee?
There's never a plank or bridge in sight,
Take us across on thy back so white.
Chock full of Olde English delight!
I've decided to ... http://www.iep.utm.edu/g/greekphi.htm
Greek Philosophy! Isn't it lovely! Aristotle was Plato's student, and Alexander the Great was Aristotle's student! I'm great! Really! Wahaha. Nah.
But I'll look over it when I have time. Seriously. I've given myself too many things to research on. -insert crying emoticon-
Thou may'st leave now, and appearest hither for no moments save for the morrow.
Little duck, little duck, dost thou see,
Hansel and Gretel are waiting for thee?
There's never a plank or bridge in sight,
Take us across on thy back so white.
Chock full of Olde English delight!
I've decided to ... http://www.iep.utm.edu/g/greekphi.htm
Greek Philosophy! Isn't it lovely! Aristotle was Plato's student, and Alexander the Great was Aristotle's student! I'm great! Really! Wahaha. Nah.
But I'll look over it when I have time. Seriously. I've given myself too many things to research on. -insert crying emoticon-
Thou may'st leave now, and appearest hither for no moments save for the morrow.
It's hard not to love yourself sometimes!
The sky snapped shut, drawing over itself a layer of thick gray wool.
gray wool = rain clouds/night sky
snapped shut = refers to closed up, goes to sleep, NIGHT.
'tis the draft. I think I'll 'refine' it
Oh, it just lost its appeal. Sort of. Now, I have about ten minutes to blog so... arrgh, fcuk.
I don't wanna be lit leader.
No, wait, does it gain me cca points? Or something? AIEE.I guess self-discipline wins over passion. The person who wrote the article was right - passion fluctuates. There are times when I feel that I don't ever wanna play hockey ever ever ever again, and a week later I'm in love with the game once more. No, wait, I don't love hockey. It's a pretty nice sport but I don't love it. My hockey passion is rather minimal, I admit, but I'd rather hockey than any other CCA.
As for writing, it's the same. My passion for writing has its highs and lows s'well.
And thus, one can only rely on self-discipline to propel you forward when passion rolls all the way down.
By the way, I've borrowed Alice's Adventures In Wonderland And Through The Looking Glass. I'm finally getting to read the full classic! Admittedly, though, I'm more concerned with the POEMS. Lovely, really. Oh, and one of the poems:
The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright-
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.
et cetera.
Lovely! It's a ballad, if I'm not wrong, and we have to write a ballad for lit class in Term 3.
Also, Miss Leong is the exact (albeit, err, larger) replica of Miss Lai.
BAH. I wish Mr. Wong were our Bio teacher! He's like one of the only decent Bio teachers. And the way he teaches it is nice. Maybe he'll be my teacher next year. =
Wait, I've also borrowed Grimm's Complete Fairy Tales.
...
I'm not talking about the glittery prancy dancing sort of fairy tale. Rather, they are the original fairy tales, gruesome with blood and knives and bad endings. That, mes copains, is what a fairy tale should be. Fairies with axes.
Wahaha.
I also noticed that someone's become much more hardworking. Haha.
I'm looking forward to witnessing the murder of Cinderella's sisters and the rape of Sleeping Beauty.
-cue evil exit laughter-
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Hockey today was boring, to say the least.
Oh, and our teachers. I found my Science teacher hilarious. Note: the following is not slander, but merely a few opinionated paragraphs. I am inclined to laugh and jape openly at petty biatches and bassetards who disagree with me.
Firstly, Miss Leong was going on about 'how every word that came out of her mouth was important' and that she 'doesn't waste time talking about rubbish' and that 'our school exercise book is practical, nice, useful and le best and she recommends only the best'. Pfft. Hello Pot, I'm Kettle.
Mrs Lee, our EL teacher, is boring. The typical English teacher, I s'pose, nothing very special about her. Besides, I bet I'll flunk my impromptu letter writing test.
I'm kind of glad that Mrs. Lee's still our music teacher.
And I'm quite looking forward to lessons with Mrs Soh and Su Lao Shi, ironically. They strike me as the type who can motivate me to work hard. Just like Mr. Liew from ZPS. ahahahaha.
Mrs Sushilla is fine, if not a little, err, dramatic.
GOD. The perfect selection of teachers would be:
English: Mrs. C
Lit: Mrs. Sushilla (somehow I'd prefer her to teach lit)
Maths: Mrs R. Soh
Science;
Biology: Mr. Wong YF
Chem: Ms. Praveena
Physics: Mr. Gan (HAHAHAHAHA)
Chinese: Su Lao Shi
Geog: Miss Lee Siew Foong
History: I don't know any interesting History teachers. Damn, I'd rather do independant study for history. On a sidenote, my mum can tutor me in it.
MEP: I'd rather not take MEP.
Oh, and our teachers. I found my Science teacher hilarious. Note: the following is not slander, but merely a few opinionated paragraphs. I am inclined to laugh and jape openly at petty biatches and bassetards who disagree with me.
Firstly, Miss Leong was going on about 'how every word that came out of her mouth was important' and that she 'doesn't waste time talking about rubbish' and that 'our school exercise book is practical, nice, useful and le best and she recommends only the best'. Pfft. Hello Pot, I'm Kettle.
Mrs Lee, our EL teacher, is boring. The typical English teacher, I s'pose, nothing very special about her. Besides, I bet I'll flunk my impromptu letter writing test.
I'm kind of glad that Mrs. Lee's still our music teacher.
And I'm quite looking forward to lessons with Mrs Soh and Su Lao Shi, ironically. They strike me as the type who can motivate me to work hard. Just like Mr. Liew from ZPS. ahahahaha.
Mrs Sushilla is fine, if not a little, err, dramatic.
GOD. The perfect selection of teachers would be:
English: Mrs. C
Lit: Mrs. Sushilla (somehow I'd prefer her to teach lit)
Maths: Mrs R. Soh
Science;
Biology: Mr. Wong YF
Chem: Ms. Praveena
Physics: Mr. Gan (HAHAHAHAHA)
Chinese: Su Lao Shi
Geog: Miss Lee Siew Foong
History: I don't know any interesting History teachers. Damn, I'd rather do independant study for history. On a sidenote, my mum can tutor me in it.
MEP: I'd rather not take MEP.
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Our lives a mimicry; a litany
Pour les few readers of this blog, read this: http://www.stevepavlina.com/blog/2005/05/passion-vs-self-discipline/
After you read the article, read the comments. Food for thought.
If Life is a car then driving would be Passion. One’s self decipline would steer him on the road ahead safely.
And, self discipline: http://www.biblebb.com/files/MAC/MAC%20Self-Discipline.htm
Kinkiness not intended, where chains are concerned.
After you read the article, read the comments. Food for thought.
If Life is a car then driving would be Passion. One’s self decipline would steer him on the road ahead safely.
And, self discipline: http://www.biblebb.com/files/MAC/MAC%20Self-Discipline.htm
Kinkiness not intended, where chains are concerned.
the moon was a blurred wisp of pallid light
Inspired by Robyn's escapade from blogging -I'm not going to do that anytime soon though- I've decided to study. MEP. I think I'm quite clear as to what the ritornello thing is, the concerto grosso... and I've decided to study ahead of the syllabus. And I think I'll do the concert report in advance; I'll probably be going to a concert this Sunday, or sometime next week.
I sound so depressed. Bach's Brandenburg Concerto No. 5 in D Major is boring. The first movement, that is.
I sound so depressed. Bach's Brandenburg Concerto No. 5 in D Major is boring. The first movement, that is.
Monday, January 09, 2006
Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
It surprises me to no end, really. Then I must remember that all people have different sides to them and I must be on my guard constantly. Yeah.
The Silver Branch mentions an Aunt Honoria who never wastes time being surprised. That's who I want to be.
Hockey today was good, anyway.
And I think I'm being a sort of nuisance. I'll keep away for a while.
It surprises me to no end, really. Then I must remember that all people have different sides to them and I must be on my guard constantly. Yeah.
The Silver Branch mentions an Aunt Honoria who never wastes time being surprised. That's who I want to be.
Hockey today was good, anyway.
And I think I'm being a sort of nuisance. I'll keep away for a while.
Just something I saw on gaia.
I want to meet something who
Is easy for me to talk to.
Makes me laugh.
Respects my privacy, as in no peeking in diaries.
Doesn't nag or ask me to 'hurry up'.
Is a little insane.
Is intelligent, or at least somewhat so.
Does not use excessive chatspeak.
Constantly uses difficult words which I can ask her what they mean. XD
Blogs.
Isn't a whiner.
Is well-read.
Isn't afraid to tell me -outright- that my writing sucks. Isn't afraid to give constructive criticism.
Does not have bullying/domineering tendencies.
Doesn't have a problem with my weirdness and quietness.
Is open-minded, has no problem with my 'unconventional' thinking.
People as in general. I'll not be looking for a boyfriend anytime soon, though I can assure you that I have no problem with dating at 12/13/14. Blah.
I want to meet something who
Is easy for me to talk to.
Makes me laugh.
Respects my privacy, as in no peeking in diaries.
Doesn't nag or ask me to 'hurry up'.
Is a little insane.
Is intelligent, or at least somewhat so.
Does not use excessive chatspeak.
Constantly uses difficult words which I can ask her what they mean. XD
Blogs.
Isn't a whiner.
Is well-read.
Isn't afraid to tell me -outright- that my writing sucks. Isn't afraid to give constructive criticism.
Does not have bullying/domineering tendencies.
Doesn't have a problem with my weirdness and quietness.
Is open-minded, has no problem with my 'unconventional' thinking.
People as in general. I'll not be looking for a boyfriend anytime soon, though I can assure you that I have no problem with dating at 12/13/14. Blah.
Sunday, January 08, 2006
Saturday, January 07, 2006
F. Ealasaid's Hate List
People who heap their poor suffering bodies with branded stuff that look like they've come straight out of the dumps. Puma is ugly. Billabong's okay, but they are dead without their logo. OP is just plain flowery, ugly, annoying. I mean the bags.
People who use 'like' with every other word. I use it a lot too, but this is just overboard:
I like was going to like the like shopping mall cos I like got a like holiday job like working as a like cashier. Bleh.
1337. hy do u wana cum ovr 2nite cos we got like loadsa food dude.
Multiple exclamation/question marks. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11one1 / ????????
Raping of the ellipsis.............................................
Angsty names. Heartbreak teen. Sob girl. BLAH.
Crappy angst. OMFG MY LYFE SUX MY MOMM WONT LET MII ON DA COMPTUER. lmfao.
Pussycat Dolls. Bands are lame. Time to fly solo, darlings. Okay, maybe I'm discriminating a bit against girl bands. I'm fine with boybands. Girl bands just don't do it.
Mary-Sues.
Undeveloped characters. Undeveloped stories. Undeveloped romances.
Being dissed without reason.
Being disrespected. Biatches. XD
Not having my way. Yeah I'm spoilt.
Losing in terms of skill.
Needless, bland repetition.
Sapphire eyes. Teh basilisk glare!!!!!111one11 Sapphire eyes blind you. I mean seriously.
Pure white. No such thing. Pure white will blind you, literally.
Ratters.
Physics, Maths, Chinese, whatnot.
Pink.
---
OOH SHINY-wait. Oh yeah distraction but nevermind consider the above terminated.
We had a partial class merger! Part of the other French class joined our class. wheee.
If I remember their names correctly:
Neusha (can't remember which school, err) , Belle (Coral Secondary), Christopher (Maris Stella High) , Daryl (I forgot, okay?), Samantha (Dunman High).
As opposed to us:
Lydia- River Valley High
Claudia- NUS High
Cheryl- RGSS
Elaine- ACS Internat. (junior college)
Joanne- I've kind of forgotten. It's a girl's school, chij something.
Dominic- ACS Barker. Don't underestimate the guy; he could go to ACSI if he'd opted for it. =
Me- St. Nicholas Girls. Bah.
I don't know-
ABORT ABORT ABORT.
NONONO NOT THAT ABORT. SUCKER.
YOU MAKE BABY JESUS CRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11one1
People who heap their poor suffering bodies with branded stuff that look like they've come straight out of the dumps. Puma is ugly. Billabong's okay, but they are dead without their logo. OP is just plain flowery, ugly, annoying. I mean the bags.
People who use 'like' with every other word. I use it a lot too, but this is just overboard:
I like was going to like the like shopping mall cos I like got a like holiday job like working as a like cashier. Bleh.
1337. hy do u wana cum ovr 2nite cos we got like loadsa food dude.
Multiple exclamation/question marks. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11one1 / ????????
Raping of the ellipsis.............................................
Angsty names. Heartbreak teen. Sob girl. BLAH.
Crappy angst. OMFG MY LYFE SUX MY MOMM WONT LET MII ON DA COMPTUER. lmfao.
Pussycat Dolls. Bands are lame. Time to fly solo, darlings. Okay, maybe I'm discriminating a bit against girl bands. I'm fine with boybands. Girl bands just don't do it.
Mary-Sues.
Undeveloped characters. Undeveloped stories. Undeveloped romances.
Being dissed without reason.
Being disrespected. Biatches. XD
Not having my way. Yeah I'm spoilt.
Losing in terms of skill.
Needless, bland repetition.
Sapphire eyes. Teh basilisk glare!!!!!111one11 Sapphire eyes blind you. I mean seriously.
Pure white. No such thing. Pure white will blind you, literally.
Ratters.
Physics, Maths, Chinese, whatnot.
Pink.
---
OOH SHINY-wait. Oh yeah distraction but nevermind consider the above terminated.
We had a partial class merger! Part of the other French class joined our class. wheee.
If I remember their names correctly:
Neusha (can't remember which school, err) , Belle (Coral Secondary), Christopher (Maris Stella High) , Daryl (I forgot, okay?), Samantha (Dunman High).
As opposed to us:
Lydia- River Valley High
Claudia- NUS High
Cheryl- RGSS
Elaine- ACS Internat. (junior college)
Joanne- I've kind of forgotten. It's a girl's school, chij something.
Dominic- ACS Barker. Don't underestimate the guy; he could go to ACSI if he'd opted for it. =
Me- St. Nicholas Girls. Bah.
I don't know-
ABORT ABORT ABORT.
NONONO NOT THAT ABORT. SUCKER.
YOU MAKE BABY JESUS CRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11one1
I am, you know, a rather self-centered person. I love talking about myself. I have many, many detailed profiles of my character. I change them frequently too. Yeah.
CCA Fair was dang boring. Oh, FYI, my skills have downgraded t0 -50. Pfft. I'm in absolutely no shape to enter the school team, much less compete against good teams like Northland, St. Theresa's and Sengkang. Oh, and I need to perfect the lift. It'll be quite useful, I reckon, lifting the ball over your opponent's stick instead of wasting the effort doing circles and stuff before getting past her.
I did learn some avoiding techniques by observing my seniors though. -don't read on if you're bored.
Like, if you got the ball and are running with it, with an opponent running beside you, take a sharp turn with the ball and get into your opponent's path, before running a bit more and then finally passing it. I think coach taught us this before, but I just wanted to refresh my memory.
weave through. Bah.
Songs are getting so dang boring nowadays. And what is it with anime? Cutesy cartoon characters with abnormally huge eyes and puny noses. Somebody scream.
LAPTOP QUICK NOW!
CCA Fair was dang boring. Oh, FYI, my skills have downgraded t0 -50. Pfft. I'm in absolutely no shape to enter the school team, much less compete against good teams like Northland, St. Theresa's and Sengkang. Oh, and I need to perfect the lift. It'll be quite useful, I reckon, lifting the ball over your opponent's stick instead of wasting the effort doing circles and stuff before getting past her.
I did learn some avoiding techniques by observing my seniors though. -don't read on if you're bored.
Like, if you got the ball and are running with it, with an opponent running beside you, take a sharp turn with the ball and get into your opponent's path, before running a bit more and then finally passing it. I think coach taught us this before, but I just wanted to refresh my memory.
weave through. Bah.
Songs are getting so dang boring nowadays. And what is it with anime? Cutesy cartoon characters with abnormally huge eyes and puny noses. Somebody scream.
LAPTOP QUICK NOW!
Friday, January 06, 2006
Read the post below, after you read this one. You know you will, darling. I manipulate your actions, see?
Frankly, I've forgotten why I'm blogging. I had one thing in mind, but forget it. Gaia's down, and I am freaking bored. CCA fair tomorrow. I just hate attending school when it's not for lessons, or official hockey trainings. I hate every meter of the school with a burning passion, with the exception of the library and the 1Faith05 classroom. Every single bit of it.
I tell you, I'm on a roll.
You make baby jesus cry, sucker.
Frankly, I've forgotten why I'm blogging. I had one thing in mind, but forget it. Gaia's down, and I am freaking bored. CCA fair tomorrow. I just hate attending school when it's not for lessons, or official hockey trainings. I hate every meter of the school with a burning passion, with the exception of the library and the 1Faith05 classroom. Every single bit of it.
I tell you, I'm on a roll.
You make baby jesus cry, sucker.
Get this - my mum wants me to start eating vegetables.
Carnivores don't eat plants, so that's the goddamned problem.
I have decided to put off all my material wants for this year (and maybe next year) so that I can achieve my final goal - a laptop. A nice sleek black/silver one which is fast and efficient and light. And yeah, it's gonna cost a bomb, like $2000+ or more. Thus I shall have to forfeit two years of CDs, bought-on-a-whim notebooks et cetera, and to put a long story short: become thrifty.
No, duh, I'm not harbouring hopes that I can save thousands in two years. I'm thinking that my parents would get me a laptop, to make up for my not buying stuff. It ain't easy.
Also, my mum wants me to wear a dress for CNY. I'm not against that, it's just that I look so goddamned awful in every single dress I wear. For now, t'least. I am suffering countless insecurities right now. Thus don't talk to me. I'm grumpy and will probably ignore you.
I got that line from The Sisterhood of The Pants or whatever you call that book. Just thought I'd, ahem, state my source. To avoid accuses of plagiarism. XP
As for the Grand Prix (grawnd-pree), our car covered a distance of slightly more than 1m, if I'm not wrong. Yay.
We named our car Voiture, which means 'car' in French. Yeah, yeah, unoriginal, but whatever. Voiture sounds cool. (:
And, going on to new classes, I miss 1Faith05. We were probably the most anti-team spirit class when our counsellors stopped, well, counselling us, but we were a pretty cool bunch. 2Faith06 seems just wrong. Rachel Tong, Michelle Tang, Michelle Lee, Jessica and Calida (I might've left out some) aren't with us and though they're only a few people it makes a significant difference.
I mean, c'mon. No Michelle LYY to joke around, no Rachel Tong to holler at us to "Go to track for assembly!", no MichelleT, Jessica and Calida to have random chats with. Ugh.
Is it me, or do I sound really corny?
I like Mr. Beaver, by the way. And CD and withered leaf have been added to the list. Some people, anw, are pretty frustrating, annoying, and you just want to crush crush crush them with your middle finger while shouting "DIE SPAWN OF SATAN DIE."
Carnivores don't eat plants, so that's the goddamned problem.
I have decided to put off all my material wants for this year (and maybe next year) so that I can achieve my final goal - a laptop. A nice sleek black/silver one which is fast and efficient and light. And yeah, it's gonna cost a bomb, like $2000+ or more. Thus I shall have to forfeit two years of CDs, bought-on-a-whim notebooks et cetera, and to put a long story short: become thrifty.
No, duh, I'm not harbouring hopes that I can save thousands in two years. I'm thinking that my parents would get me a laptop, to make up for my not buying stuff. It ain't easy.
Also, my mum wants me to wear a dress for CNY. I'm not against that, it's just that I look so goddamned awful in every single dress I wear. For now, t'least. I am suffering countless insecurities right now. Thus don't talk to me. I'm grumpy and will probably ignore you.
I got that line from The Sisterhood of The Pants or whatever you call that book. Just thought I'd, ahem, state my source. To avoid accuses of plagiarism. XP
As for the Grand Prix (grawnd-pree), our car covered a distance of slightly more than 1m, if I'm not wrong. Yay.
We named our car Voiture, which means 'car' in French. Yeah, yeah, unoriginal, but whatever. Voiture sounds cool. (:
And, going on to new classes, I miss 1Faith05. We were probably the most anti-team spirit class when our counsellors stopped, well, counselling us, but we were a pretty cool bunch. 2Faith06 seems just wrong. Rachel Tong, Michelle Tang, Michelle Lee, Jessica and Calida (I might've left out some) aren't with us and though they're only a few people it makes a significant difference.
I mean, c'mon. No Michelle LYY to joke around, no Rachel Tong to holler at us to "Go to track for assembly!", no MichelleT, Jessica and Calida to have random chats with. Ugh.
Is it me, or do I sound really corny?
I like Mr. Beaver, by the way. And CD and withered leaf have been added to the list. Some people, anw, are pretty frustrating, annoying, and you just want to crush crush crush them with your middle finger while shouting "DIE SPAWN OF SATAN DIE."
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Celtic music rocks. And note the new header. XP
I just have to become to conscientious know-it-all student everyone hates. I just have to! I can't handle not being smart and lagging behind, because I remember how utterly horrible I felt when I was flunking Chinese in primary school and always earning the honourable spot of last in class.
Hockey tomorrow; I'm not really looking forward to it, y'know.
Anyway, you know what? Yesterday when Mrs. C was briefing us sec twos -ahem- in the hall, she was calling us sec twos throughout.
Nothing wrong there, eh? But I wanted to scream at her to 'shut up shut up shut up! Call us sec ones! We're not sec twos! They're not sec ones; we are!"
I was so damn annoyed. Growing up sucks. I dread the day I turn 14, do not ask.
And I cannot wait till CNY. I don't think I'll be returning to ZPS, no matter how much I miss my alma mater. I'll probably be forgotten anyway, because I blend in too much and it's not like I'm some outstanding circus freak. LALA.
Now that was random. I mean heh. Yeah really.
Yknow I failed punctuation in the NSW test?
Bah.
I want to learn to play the HARP.
You know, I'm thinking that Sheng Yang didn't call me random girl for nothing, but that's probably a, err, figment of my imagination. I'm just eccentric.
Not that there's much difference, innit?
I just have to become to conscientious know-it-all student everyone hates. I just have to! I can't handle not being smart and lagging behind, because I remember how utterly horrible I felt when I was flunking Chinese in primary school and always earning the honourable spot of last in class.
Hockey tomorrow; I'm not really looking forward to it, y'know.
Anyway, you know what? Yesterday when Mrs. C was briefing us sec twos -ahem- in the hall, she was calling us sec twos throughout.
Nothing wrong there, eh? But I wanted to scream at her to 'shut up shut up shut up! Call us sec ones! We're not sec twos! They're not sec ones; we are!"
I was so damn annoyed. Growing up sucks. I dread the day I turn 14, do not ask.
And I cannot wait till CNY. I don't think I'll be returning to ZPS, no matter how much I miss my alma mater. I'll probably be forgotten anyway, because I blend in too much and it's not like I'm some outstanding circus freak. LALA.
Now that was random. I mean heh. Yeah really.
Yknow I failed punctuation in the NSW test?
Bah.
I want to learn to play the HARP.
You know, I'm thinking that Sheng Yang didn't call me random girl for nothing, but that's probably a, err, figment of my imagination. I'm just eccentric.
Not that there's much difference, innit?
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
why does my heart tell me that i am
First day of school! How could I not blog?
It was boring, in all counts. 3/2 hours of lazing in the hall aside incessant droning. AH.
No lessons; enrichment week. Oh, dear yayness. Let's go to the zoo, shall we?
And, OH MY FUCKING NO BALLED NON EXISTENT GOD.
My register number is 30.
I so hate it. 30! Freaking 30! Stupid stupid stupid!
Hopefully next year I'll be 27, or at least in the twenties.
Fuckin 30!
Oh, and I've gained way too much weight. D:
Not that it matters... much.
Hopefully hockey and tennis will trim off all the excess.
But forget I ever said that.
It's weird, hearing people call us 'sec twos'. And then I realize that we're an inevitably growing up. Robyn's going on sec2, Daryl's going on sec2, Kenneth's -from tennis- going on sec2, Saranya's going on sec2, Mushroom's going on sec2, Shi Hao's going on sec2. It just seems WEIRD.
But ta.
It was boring, in all counts. 3/2 hours of lazing in the hall aside incessant droning. AH.
No lessons; enrichment week. Oh, dear yayness. Let's go to the zoo, shall we?
And, OH MY FUCKING NO BALLED NON EXISTENT GOD.
My register number is 30.
I so hate it. 30! Freaking 30! Stupid stupid stupid!
Hopefully next year I'll be 27, or at least in the twenties.
Fuckin 30!
Oh, and I've gained way too much weight. D:
Not that it matters... much.
Hopefully hockey and tennis will trim off all the excess.
But forget I ever said that.
It's weird, hearing people call us 'sec twos'. And then I realize that we're an inevitably growing up. Robyn's going on sec2, Daryl's going on sec2, Kenneth's -from tennis- going on sec2, Saranya's going on sec2, Mushroom's going on sec2, Shi Hao's going on sec2. It just seems WEIRD.
But ta.
Monday, January 02, 2006
Check this out: http://www.fictionpress.com/~SelahExAnimo
I just love her vocabulary. So eloquent, so quaint, so mindblowingly beautiful. She has that lovely Victorian style which is painfully rare nowadays.
Just thought I'd say.
I just love her vocabulary. So eloquent, so quaint, so mindblowingly beautiful. She has that lovely Victorian style which is painfully rare nowadays.
Just thought I'd say.
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