I'm using my dad's laptop. More accurately, his iBook or something which calls internet explorer Safari and other cool stuffs like that. Gosh. J'adore la keyboard. It's a bit hard to get used to it, though. No music files at all. No msn messenger. I'll be heading for Robyn's house in ten minutes, anyway.
I realize I've forgotten to blog about my MEP exam. Technically I don't need to, but we do a lot of things we don't need to do. ;)
I remember, when I still madly in love with Draco Malfoy (or at least the smirking arrogant Draco Malfoy as portrayed in fanfics, with whom Robyn was my fellow worshipper) I had this Draco Malfoy blogskin. And I made this post about guys and how they thought details were inane, and if a girl went "I completed my Maths homework!", they'd go all "yar lah, so what", or something along that line.
It's not false, you know. :/
I think that's kind of why it's mostly girls who have blogs. I've asked around a bit. Most guys say stuff like 'so wu liao lah' or 'my life's boring'. Bored people have no inner resources. hah.
But anyway, my MEP exam. Last Monday. Mrs. Tham.
I WAS SUPPOSED TO HAVE THE MORE LENIENT MR. CHER AS MY EXAMINER.
But due to 'time constraints', I got Mrs. Tham. Well, she's not that bad, even if she's strict.
So I entered the room. I sat down.
What's your name? Stacy. Shuffle of papers. Okay, /Stacy/, you can start now.
She put emphasis on my name, as if inwardly crowing, "See! I know your name! STACY. Your name's STACY. Oh wow, I'm so proud of myself."
Hm.
I messed up big time. Everything used to be perfect, my semiquaver runs, the light acciacaturas. But it was cold. My fingers stiffened. So did my nervousness. I stumbled on my hard-practised notes, inwardly cursing shitshitshitshit all the way. Especially during the semiquaver runs. Now Mrs. Tham thinks I need to go for this Hanon thing that prevents technical mistakes like that.
Second piece. Well, dang, I forgot the emotion and accented some notes too much. I interpreted it as an emotional piece in the sense that it was both sorrowful and angry. Y'know, upset and all.
But according to both Mrs. Tham and my piano teacher (I almost typed 'sorrowful teacher' here, ha), it's supposed to be touchingly sad.
Down with excessively sentimental pieces. DIE DIE DIE.
Off to Robyn's house now. Must remember to bring the candles.
yeah.
Sunday, April 30, 2006
I was rudely awakened, today, by my sister.
"Stacy! Kennji come already!"
Kenn Ji's my cousin. He's supposed to tutor me in Maths. Sunday, 9am. Crazy hour. :/
And I'd only just awoken.
Forced me to get ready in... five minutes. Fastest I've ever spent getting ready in the morning.
anyway, I think I'm actually going to understand algebraic equations.
I had an odd vision today.
That's what my mother would say when I was your age.
and now I wonder
if I could fall into the sky
d'you think time
would pass me by
-
HOLD IT.
and everything zips into a final halt. Backlashing into the wind.
Okay.
the wind
the world
I prefer the latter.
Though I love the former.
Sounds better, though, latter.
I haven't received a letter for so long.
Not in this age of technology.
heh, I feel pointless.
but is that a good thing?
pointlessness is neutral.
so there.
I SHALL GO CYCLING.
"Stacy! Kennji come already!"
Kenn Ji's my cousin. He's supposed to tutor me in Maths. Sunday, 9am. Crazy hour. :/
And I'd only just awoken.
Forced me to get ready in... five minutes. Fastest I've ever spent getting ready in the morning.
anyway, I think I'm actually going to understand algebraic equations.
I had an odd vision today.
That's what my mother would say when I was your age.
and now I wonder
if I could fall into the sky
d'you think time
would pass me by
-
HOLD IT.
and everything zips into a final halt. Backlashing into the wind.
Okay.
the wind
the world
I prefer the latter.
Though I love the former.
Sounds better, though, latter.
I haven't received a letter for so long.
Not in this age of technology.
heh, I feel pointless.
but is that a good thing?
pointlessness is neutral.
so there.
I SHALL GO CYCLING.
Saturday, April 29, 2006
Oh, by the way, I just did a good deed.
My dog was barking in the backyard. I switched on the lights, about to let him out of his pen, when I saw what was making him bark.
A cockroach. A real big one, on its back, struggling to right itself.
I got kind of jittery. No, I am not scared of cockroachs (that is, when they're not crawling on me, like that time a couple of years back...) I just. Okay.
Anyway. I prodded it with some cardboard thing till it was the right way up, and it scampered off. And then I scampered off. I'm not the squealygirly type but things with long stringy legs, slimy looking wings, insects that can fly -gulp- and crawl on your arm are not to be trusted.
But yay, I saved its life. So far lots of the cockroach poison thing that's been put out in the backyard without my knowledge has killed at least six of the roaches.
My dog was barking in the backyard. I switched on the lights, about to let him out of his pen, when I saw what was making him bark.
A cockroach. A real big one, on its back, struggling to right itself.
I got kind of jittery. No, I am not scared of cockroachs (that is, when they're not crawling on me, like that time a couple of years back...) I just. Okay.
Anyway. I prodded it with some cardboard thing till it was the right way up, and it scampered off. And then I scampered off. I'm not the squealygirly type but things with long stringy legs, slimy looking wings, insects that can fly -gulp- and crawl on your arm are not to be trusted.
But yay, I saved its life. So far lots of the cockroach poison thing that's been put out in the backyard without my knowledge has killed at least six of the roaches.
and who said that, did you? (with your elusive manner) HELLO commenters. :)
So here I am, green tea by my side, just having eaten chocolate ice cream (which isn't all it's made out to be - next time I'm going with the mint) feeling guilty because I'm having evil thoughts, not studying for my Chinese tuition exam, my tshirt smeared with chocolate icecream.
Hello, it was literally dripping.
Besides. Chocolate ice cream in your mouth ruins the taste of green tea afterwards.
Enya's 'Only Time' is playing.
If you ask me, then yes, I am still feeling depressed.
You know. I used to (and still do) feel sort of put off by people who blog, like:
hahas. Today I went to j8 with blah and blah and blah! haha it was so fun. I bought earrings, three dollars only, so cheap! and then blah bought this really cute keychain doll, so kawaii lah! hahas. then we went to watch yaddayadda. the part where brad pitt did etc. was so OHMYGOSH lah. cabbed home. so fun!
All those inane stuff, absolutely boring.
But then I realize that when I grow up, the stuff I'll want to look back on will include the now-pronounced inane things. Because everything matters. As long as it's not recounted in the Bimbo Manner.
and here I am, left with brevity and brief recaps of my day, focusing more on WHERE MY THOUGHTS FLY. okay. okay. Yeah.
I feel very very very weird.
Can someone brief me on the whole PAP/WP/somethingP elections thing?
And the Thaksin issue, although that's not quite so recent anymore.
I hate being uninformed.
Or left out of stuff.
And it's too late to make sense of the newspaper now.
It's In The Rain
the chorus is nice, but the rest isn't that great.
okay, now it's Frankie J's
Obsession.
I like that song. And More Than Words.
But the phrase 'I love you' is extremely hard to utter. I mean, when I actually mean it, that is.
not that I've actually meant it, ever, as of yet.
mm, I'm thinking about my grandmother, for some reason.
I don't want to see my mum like that. Wrinkled, shrivelled, in pain - like my gran was on the hospital bed. My mum's young. Lots of vitality.
It's hard to imagine anyone dying.
wait, it's not that hard afterall. Sooner or later we all become empty shells, you know, dried up and stuff. And if we have souls, they go somewhere. Or die with us. Not that we should be too concerned about it.
When we exist, death does not. When death does, we don't.
Yay.
and off I go in some bout of thanatopsis.
ohmygosh I just discovered this great site.
http://dictionary.blogspot.com
I. Will. Not. Hesitate!
yay, go Stacy.
Hello, it was literally dripping.
Besides. Chocolate ice cream in your mouth ruins the taste of green tea afterwards.
Enya's 'Only Time' is playing.
If you ask me, then yes, I am still feeling depressed.
You know. I used to (and still do) feel sort of put off by people who blog, like:
hahas. Today I went to j8 with blah and blah and blah! haha it was so fun. I bought earrings, three dollars only, so cheap! and then blah bought this really cute keychain doll, so kawaii lah! hahas. then we went to watch yaddayadda. the part where brad pitt did etc. was so OHMYGOSH lah. cabbed home. so fun!
All those inane stuff, absolutely boring.
But then I realize that when I grow up, the stuff I'll want to look back on will include the now-pronounced inane things. Because everything matters. As long as it's not recounted in the Bimbo Manner.
and here I am, left with brevity and brief recaps of my day, focusing more on WHERE MY THOUGHTS FLY. okay. okay. Yeah.
I feel very very very weird.
Can someone brief me on the whole PAP/WP/somethingP elections thing?
And the Thaksin issue, although that's not quite so recent anymore.
I hate being uninformed.
Or left out of stuff.
And it's too late to make sense of the newspaper now.
It's In The Rain
the chorus is nice, but the rest isn't that great.
okay, now it's Frankie J's
Obsession.
I like that song. And More Than Words.
But the phrase 'I love you' is extremely hard to utter. I mean, when I actually mean it, that is.
not that I've actually meant it, ever, as of yet.
mm, I'm thinking about my grandmother, for some reason.
I don't want to see my mum like that. Wrinkled, shrivelled, in pain - like my gran was on the hospital bed. My mum's young. Lots of vitality.
It's hard to imagine anyone dying.
wait, it's not that hard afterall. Sooner or later we all become empty shells, you know, dried up and stuff. And if we have souls, they go somewhere. Or die with us. Not that we should be too concerned about it.
When we exist, death does not. When death does, we don't.
Yay.
and off I go in some bout of thanatopsis.
ohmygosh I just discovered this great site.
http://dictionary.blogspot.com
I. Will. Not. Hesitate!
yay, go Stacy.
The national library can be depressing when I'm there all by myself, a whole pile of books to lug around, with a phone that may or may not vibrate due to my dad's calls. The candle's burning now. Yesterday we had a blackout. I had to miss ten minutes of the last episode of The Undisclosed.
d'you think time
would pass us by
Something's wrong here, hey.
Somehow I'm telling myself that literature isn't my greatest passion anymore.
Maybe along the way, some great gust of wind came along and swept it away.
A winked-out candle which wouldn't last long anyway, but burned bright while it did.
I'm sick of Blogger and I don't love xanga anymore.
And I'm just holding out here aye.
The next time, if I still have a chance, I won't hesitate.
Pardonne-moi, for the lackadaisical depressing posts lately. I haven't really been myself these days, at least I don't think so. I'd always love to hear about how others perceive me, though.
Let the words start rolling!
d'you think time
would pass us by
Something's wrong here, hey.
Somehow I'm telling myself that literature isn't my greatest passion anymore.
Maybe along the way, some great gust of wind came along and swept it away.
A winked-out candle which wouldn't last long anyway, but burned bright while it did.
I'm sick of Blogger and I don't love xanga anymore.
And I'm just holding out here aye.
The next time, if I still have a chance, I won't hesitate.
Pardonne-moi, for the lackadaisical depressing posts lately. I haven't really been myself these days, at least I don't think so. I'd always love to hear about how others perceive me, though.
Let the words start rolling!
I discovered Xanga. I love it.
Think I'll switch to it sooner or later.
I'm feeling oh-so-nostalgic now.
Time to start packing my suitcase, eh?
I love you, failedpessimist.
Happy times from two years ago. :)
But I love Blogger too.
Blogger. Blogger. Xanga.
http://www.xanga.com/forchancedtrains
don't relink me yet. Hold it. Just stop.
http://judymaule.blogspot.com
oh, oh man.
Think I'll switch to it sooner or later.
I'm feeling oh-so-nostalgic now.
Time to start packing my suitcase, eh?
I love you, failedpessimist.
Happy times from two years ago. :)
But I love Blogger too.
Blogger. Blogger. Xanga.
http://www.xanga.com/forchancedtrains
don't relink me yet. Hold it. Just stop.
http://judymaule.blogspot.com
oh, oh man.
Friday, April 28, 2006
give a damn
I shall be leaving for school in fifteen minutes.
Why is it Je ne sais rien, instead of Je ne sais pas/Je sais rien?
French grammar confuses me sometimes. :/
I don't know nothin'.
I know nothin'.
They claim it's the same thing.
but doesn't I don't know nothin = I know something?
Okay. Of all things to do ten minutes before I leave for the hellhole, I've to be nitpicky about slang.
failedpessimist is like this really old stained piece of rag.
Precious rag. :3
I'm considering printing out all my blog posts, from 2004-2006.
So I've got something to look back on when I grow older.
I don't want all these to go to waste.
and my past follows me around, par normalement.
Vanessa Carlton rocks.
crashed on the floor when I moved in
So does Enya.
Jason Mraz.
Black Eyed Peas.
when she dances she goes and goes
{GREAT PEOPLE}
Je ne veux pas aller.
Sports Day. Sheesh.
Go blue, though.
My house tshirt is wide. Baggy sleeves. I look like some blue cream puff thing.
I like cream puffs, though. The way they just melt in your mouth.
in
white
houses
You see yourself in the mirror
And you feel safe coz it looks familiar
But you afraid to open up your soul
Coz you don't really know, don't really know
Who is the person that's deep within
Why is it Je ne sais rien, instead of Je ne sais pas/Je sais rien?
French grammar confuses me sometimes. :/
I don't know nothin'.
I know nothin'.
They claim it's the same thing.
but doesn't I don't know nothin = I know something?
Okay. Of all things to do ten minutes before I leave for the hellhole, I've to be nitpicky about slang.
failedpessimist is like this really old stained piece of rag.
Precious rag. :3
I'm considering printing out all my blog posts, from 2004-2006.
So I've got something to look back on when I grow older.
I don't want all these to go to waste.
and my past follows me around, par normalement.
Vanessa Carlton rocks.
crashed on the floor when I moved in
So does Enya.
Jason Mraz.
Black Eyed Peas.
when she dances she goes and goes
{GREAT PEOPLE}
Je ne veux pas aller.
Sports Day. Sheesh.
Go blue, though.
My house tshirt is wide. Baggy sleeves. I look like some blue cream puff thing.
I like cream puffs, though. The way they just melt in your mouth.
in
white
houses
You see yourself in the mirror
And you feel safe coz it looks familiar
But you afraid to open up your soul
Coz you don't really know, don't really know
Who is the person that's deep within
ooh whee.
I've decided that if I ever decide to relink, it shan't be this week.
And hey, it's 9.13 in the morning. I think I'll bathe. And then go cycling. Or for a walk.
It can be frustrating, being the only girl out of three boys+coach for tennis lessons.
That time coach hollered, "Everyone run one round. Last one to reach runs three extra!"
And I was all, shit, I'm not gonna make it.
The guys cut corners so I followed suit. They jostled, a lot. And dang they seemed to block my path wherever I ran.
So yeah I was the last to reach. But coach pitied me so I only had to run two extra.
It's okay, actually. The tennis court is really small. Three extra rounds is like, about 100-200m.
but I don't think it'll be the last time that I come in last for sprinting.
We played doubles. Coach paired up with me, against Kenneth and Andrew.
It'll be hard to explain how the game works so I shan't.
oh, because I merely suspect that one of the guys deliberately gave me easy shots so I could receive them, b'cos I'm just a beginner.Or a female beginner. >.<
If I guessed correctly, then gah. Chauvinism in the form of sympathy. I guess I should appreciate that. Or maybe I'm just looking too deep into it. :/
I've decided that if I ever decide to relink, it shan't be this week.
And hey, it's 9.13 in the morning. I think I'll bathe. And then go cycling. Or for a walk.
It can be frustrating, being the only girl out of three boys+coach for tennis lessons.
That time coach hollered, "Everyone run one round. Last one to reach runs three extra!"
And I was all, shit, I'm not gonna make it.
The guys cut corners so I followed suit. They jostled, a lot. And dang they seemed to block my path wherever I ran.
So yeah I was the last to reach. But coach pitied me so I only had to run two extra.
It's okay, actually. The tennis court is really small. Three extra rounds is like, about 100-200m.
but I don't think it'll be the last time that I come in last for sprinting.
We played doubles. Coach paired up with me, against Kenneth and Andrew.
It'll be hard to explain how the game works so I shan't.
oh, because I merely suspect that one of the guys deliberately gave me easy shots so I could receive them, b'cos I'm just a beginner.
If I guessed correctly, then gah. Chauvinism in the form of sympathy. I guess I should appreciate that. Or maybe I'm just looking too deep into it. :/
Thursday, April 27, 2006
all my sistas yeah
Well, shit. Sports Day tomorrow. Maybe it'll be boring, maybe it'll be fun.
Sometimes I feel weird sms-ing people. My message, the one I'm typing painstakingly, ending up in someone else's inbox. The wonders of technology. :O
Someone I don't know just smsed me. Hi stacy! hehe
I asked for his/her name. The (by default) hermaphrodite didn't answer my question, just said something absolutely inane, in major l33t. And smth like 'how r u'.
Psycho.
Imma deleting stuff from my inbox now. Over 100 stuffs from last December.
Just deleted everything in my outbox. I feel liberated. And sentimental.
Dang right.
WAIT. The hermaphrodite smsed me again.
Cant tell u! Hmm.. so u r in chij st nick gals sch rite?
Anonymous people who sms me, beware. muahaha.
People have loved me and people have hated me and people have been angry at me and people have -choke- flirted with me. Those anonymouses, of course.
Anonymous. Es.
Anonymouses.
Mouses.
Mice.
Cowards.
I'm pretty much stuck. Stacie Orrico still rocks yeah.
It's t-rue.
judymaule.blogspot.com
!&^%$&@*&&%
23 48 now.
12 more minutes.
Final cadence.
Shall it be perfect?
Imperfect, I s'pose. I'm still awaiting the reply of the hermaphrodite.
Probably a guy.
Sometimes I feel weird sms-ing people. My message, the one I'm typing painstakingly, ending up in someone else's inbox. The wonders of technology. :O
Someone I don't know just smsed me. Hi stacy! hehe
I asked for his/her name. The (by default) hermaphrodite didn't answer my question, just said something absolutely inane, in major l33t. And smth like 'how r u'.
Imma deleting stuff from my inbox now. Over 100 stuffs from last December.
Just deleted everything in my outbox. I feel liberated. And sentimental.
Dang right.
WAIT. The hermaphrodite smsed me again.
Cant tell u! Hmm.. so u r in chij st nick gals sch rite?
Anonymous people who sms me, beware. muahaha.
People have loved me and people have hated me and people have been angry at me and people have -choke- flirted with me. Those anonymouses, of course.
Anonymous. Es.
Anonymouses.
Mouses.
Mice.
Cowards.
I'm pretty much stuck. Stacie Orrico still rocks yeah.
It's t-rue.
judymaule.blogspot.com
!&^%$&@*&&%
23 48 now.
12 more minutes.
Final cadence.
Shall it be perfect?
Imperfect, I s'pose. I'm still awaiting the reply of the hermaphrodite.
Probably a guy.
http://judymaule.blogspot.com/
I might be relinking. But even if I do, thou shalt not relink me.
I feel some odd sense of closure. Not as in the type where gosh, I shall drown in my self pity, pining for my loved one every single night, feeling his kiss on m- pfft. (this brings to mind memories of that Amanda Quick romance novel, where Lavinia and Tobias had a couple of sex scenes in the story which were put there just for the purpose of having smut in the story)
S-hudder.
It's like hey, things seem different, everyone's changing.
Nick's got a new blog url. So has Robyn. So has Greg.
And then things are kinna feeling different. It's like something in the air yeah.
I'm getting caught up in this weird weird whirlwind. Some need for renewal and fresh beginnings and stuff.
Like if I don't follow the winds this time I'll be left behind for a long, long time.
Everywhere stuff's changing. Strange stuffs.
I've hit an all time low and this is where I start deciding, hein.
Sheesh, I don't even know if this shall be my farewell post.
I knew I felt different somehow.
SOMEHOW SOMEWHAT POSSIBLY.
and as usual, I'm undecided.
Well like I said.
Closure.
Fini.
Peut-etre.
I might be relinking. But even if I do, thou shalt not relink me.
I feel some odd sense of closure. Not as in the type where gosh, I shall drown in my self pity, pining for my loved one every single night, feeling his kiss on m- pfft. (this brings to mind memories of that Amanda Quick romance novel, where Lavinia and Tobias had a couple of sex scenes in the story which were put there just for the purpose of having smut in the story)
S-hudder.
It's like hey, things seem different, everyone's changing.
Nick's got a new blog url. So has Robyn. So has Greg.
And then things are kinna feeling different. It's like something in the air yeah.
I'm getting caught up in this weird weird whirlwind. Some need for renewal and fresh beginnings and stuff.
Like if I don't follow the winds this time I'll be left behind for a long, long time.
Everywhere stuff's changing. Strange stuffs.
I've hit an all time low and this is where I start deciding, hein.
Sheesh, I don't even know if this shall be my farewell post.
I knew I felt different somehow.
SOMEHOW SOMEWHAT POSSIBLY.
and as usual, I'm undecided.
Well like I said.
Closure.
Fini.
Peut-etre.
This computer is superlaggy.
It annoys me to no end.
but anyway.
Apart from green tea, I'm glad today's over.
I gave up halfway, during today's maths class test. It was, omg I can't do so many of these questions, oh nevermind, I'll just try. Oh my god, I can't do this. Let's go on to the next question. Shit I can't do that either, and jeez the next question is horrible. Heck. I can't do a single question. I'm so effing useless, see.
and right there and then I slump down onto the table and refuse to even look at the paper anymore.
No, not exactly.
I tried, I tried, I tried. I lunged into some pit of self-pity. What's y square blah blah? oh gosh I seriously need tuition. I should've asked my cousin to tutor me last saturday, dang, I give up, I give up.
so yeah. I'd very much like to say that I'm not a maths naturale and maths isn't meant for me, and while that's partly true it's not wholly so. I think I'm pretty good at some topics, if not kickass.
but yeah, my grades are slipping. Declining.
I hate maths, I nearly failed Chinese (62/100), I'm flunking science, my hockey skills are gone, I can't serf over the net in tennis, my geog grades depend solely on memory, history's boring, mep sucks, I can't do melodic dictation, I don't have a natural ear for music, and every year my NAPFA standard goes down.
To hell with school.
but I'm acting like a whiny little brat yeah.
So I need to pay more attention during tuition. I need to try harder during training sessions. I need to listen to more types of music. I need to jog more to better my 2.4 timing.
solutions found.
case closed.
or not.
oh, and I can't write anymore.
or maybe it's just a really really bad 5 month long writer's block.
Everyone, I command you to pity me!
and off I go to wallow in my own tears amidst weepy Latin music.
-
Tennis today. Now there're 3 ACSI guys training.
Yet again, I'm the only girl.
Me in my pinafore, looking out of place beside three shirtshorts clad guys.
wait, didn't I use to be in a co-ed school? So I should be used to that?
maybe I'm getting used to being in an all girls' school.
Heck no, I... hope not.
I've always been some what like a tomboy. Though a tomboy that -cough- people perceive as gentle and demure. At least I don't scream at the sight of cockroaches or rats etc.
And my grades are't all that good anyway.
So how on earth did I end up in st.nicholas, which is supposed to be a good school, on top of being all girls?
Sometimes I bore myself. Okay.
I have a feeling that after I get myself out of this perpetual slump, which is almost like minor depression, I won't be quite like myself ever again.
Vanessa wants me to read her manga comic thingesque. I have it in my bag right now.
Never really liked manga stuffs, except the occasional Sailor Moon show when I was younger. I loved collecting Sailor Moon cards then, but only because I found her pretty. :3
Then.
oh and for a while I read this celestial thing.
Apart from that I haven't really read any manga comics. I don't like them but since Van's lent hers to me anyway, I'll give it a try.
and then I'll turn back to the crappy romance between Lavinia something and Tobias March.
J.K. Rowling, hurry up already.
It annoys me to no end.
but anyway.
Apart from green tea, I'm glad today's over.
I gave up halfway, during today's maths class test. It was, omg I can't do so many of these questions, oh nevermind, I'll just try. Oh my god, I can't do this. Let's go on to the next question. Shit I can't do that either, and jeez the next question is horrible. Heck. I can't do a single question. I'm so effing useless, see.
and right there and then I slump down onto the table and refuse to even look at the paper anymore.
No, not exactly.
I tried, I tried, I tried. I lunged into some pit of self-pity. What's y square blah blah? oh gosh I seriously need tuition. I should've asked my cousin to tutor me last saturday, dang, I give up, I give up.
so yeah. I'd very much like to say that I'm not a maths naturale and maths isn't meant for me, and while that's partly true it's not wholly so. I think I'm pretty good at some topics, if not kickass.
but yeah, my grades are slipping. Declining.
I hate maths, I nearly failed Chinese (62/100), I'm flunking science, my hockey skills are gone, I can't serf over the net in tennis, my geog grades depend solely on memory, history's boring, mep sucks, I can't do melodic dictation, I don't have a natural ear for music, and every year my NAPFA standard goes down.
To hell with school.
but I'm acting like a whiny little brat yeah.
So I need to pay more attention during tuition. I need to try harder during training sessions. I need to listen to more types of music. I need to jog more to better my 2.4 timing.
solutions found.
case closed.
or not.
oh, and I can't write anymore.
or maybe it's just a really really bad 5 month long writer's block.
Everyone, I command you to pity me!
and off I go to wallow in my own tears amidst weepy Latin music.
-
Tennis today. Now there're 3 ACSI guys training.
Yet again, I'm the only girl.
Me in my pinafore, looking out of place beside three shirtshorts clad guys.
wait, didn't I use to be in a co-ed school? So I should be used to that?
maybe I'm getting used to being in an all girls' school.
Heck no, I... hope not.
I've always been some what like a tomboy. Though a tomboy that -cough- people perceive as gentle and demure. At least I don't scream at the sight of cockroaches or rats etc.
And my grades are't all that good anyway.
So how on earth did I end up in st.nicholas, which is supposed to be a good school, on top of being all girls?
Sometimes I bore myself. Okay.
I have a feeling that after I get myself out of this perpetual slump, which is almost like minor depression, I won't be quite like myself ever again.
Vanessa wants me to read her manga comic thingesque. I have it in my bag right now.
Never really liked manga stuffs, except the occasional Sailor Moon show when I was younger. I loved collecting Sailor Moon cards then, but only because I found her pretty. :3
Then.
oh and for a while I read this celestial thing.
Apart from that I haven't really read any manga comics. I don't like them but since Van's lent hers to me anyway, I'll give it a try.
and then I'll turn back to the crappy romance between Lavinia something and Tobias March.
J.K. Rowling, hurry up already.
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
It was summer in the early year, as always, and the sun was stiff in its cloud, undoubtedly oblivious. Then the larks came in hordes, bridging the gap between mortality and celestial stars, and they sang. The clouds jostled into the cracks, the forgotten crannies, and they grew, and the larks left, and the sun was a pawn in their hands, and it rained.
-
They were there. Pendulums swinging their heavy curved paths, going somewhere, reaching somewhere, never knowing which was which until- stop. Some breath of life there, oh, there was? The pendulum either paused, or reached, didn't know. Passed through the gaps to discover, returned came returned came, and the pendulum started swinging.
it's swingin' it's swingin' it's swingin'.
and oh can't it stop again.
And she was blatant, the abused metaphors, crude oil to make a fine dish. Hey it almost worked. Her mood, horribly versatile, either this, either that. Compromise enter, oh but it just smoothed over the wrinkles and the creases, but they're still there.
oh, wow.
-
-hugs-
hey Greg, hey Mary-Anne.
-
They were there. Pendulums swinging their heavy curved paths, going somewhere, reaching somewhere, never knowing which was which until- stop. Some breath of life there, oh, there was? The pendulum either paused, or reached, didn't know. Passed through the gaps to discover, returned came returned came, and the pendulum started swinging.
it's swingin' it's swingin' it's swingin'.
and oh can't it stop again.
And she was blatant, the abused metaphors, crude oil to make a fine dish. Hey it almost worked. Her mood, horribly versatile, either this, either that. Compromise enter, oh but it just smoothed over the wrinkles and the creases, but they're still there.
oh, wow.
-
-hugs-
hey Greg, hey Mary-Anne.
Oh... you and I
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
You've seen what you like
And how does it feel for one more time
You had a bad day
You had a bad day
his lyrics are the best, Daniel Powter.
A little abstract yeah, it's almost like poetry. They say there isn't any definite meaning to an abstract poem because it all depends on your intepretation of it.
Well I had a bad day. I feel bad and I feel guilty because while I'm slamming my maths homework on the table and grinding my fists into the table and feelin' like crying (yeah just because I can't understand algebraic expansion, how lame's that), there're kids out there who'd kill to go to school. And then I'm disgusted at the limp piece of fried egg on my plate, and I still feel guilty, cos there're people in the world who've never tasted an egg, don't know what an egg's like, and are starving right now.
I try to convince myself otherwise sometimes.
You know- just because there're other people out there who covet and envy what we have, doesn't mean we shouldn't be allowed to show emotion. Like just because there're kids out there who'd kill to go to school, doesn't mean we shouldn't be allowed to feel angry at our workload. Different lives, different perspectives and all - the whole one thought won't cater to the whole world thing.
and yeah, there's a point to that, but I still feel guilty.
Wonder what it's like to be in a slum yeah? Or how it's like to live in poverty. No food, no water, and heck - no proper shitting place. No bed. No computer. No books. Like it's a war-zone, minus the nuclear.
I'm horribly pampered.
Like I've never taken the MRT alone before.
I get very possessive sometimes.
I get very jealous sometimes.
I throw temper tantrums sometimes and yet get irritated when others have tantrums.
Sheesh, I'm a horrible person. For some part.
I'm not gonna degrade myself and say that I don't have a nice side.
Hell's bells.
No offence, Liu Yi.
Amanda Quick isn't the best writer where plots are concerned.
not that I can do better, but it's easy to tell bad from good.
Her characters aren't very...
Nevermind. I shall finish reading first.
Well I had a bad day.
I need a hug.
I've been a happy girl today.
Or a seemingly happy girl. :/
man, I don't know when to smile and when to frown. Aliens have taken control of my face. Or something like it. blah blah, blah.
I haven't put my hair in braids for ages, heehaw.
Not that I want to.
I'm gonna write part II of my will.
Later, or tomorrow.
but shit, I need to study for chem.
I like being happy. :/
Maths defies happiness.
Or a seemingly happy girl. :/
man, I don't know when to smile and when to frown. Aliens have taken control of my face. Or something like it. blah blah, blah.
I haven't put my hair in braids for ages, heehaw.
Not that I want to.
I'm gonna write part II of my will.
Later, or tomorrow.
but shit, I need to study for chem.
I like being happy. :/
Maths defies happiness.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
MY WILL
Stacy's Will
25th April 2006
(just in case she dies anytime soon)
Okay. I don't want a funeral based on any religion.
It shall be held at the tiny field at the dead end of Colchester Grove, and there shall be no burning of joss sticks or candles. Please. In fact, there shall be flowers. Lilies and carnations, frangi panis (I insist), hibiscuses, roses, and the like. Bouquets and bouquets of them. That's all. Scattered on the ground.
Don't leave any rubbish behind, or my soul shall return to haunt y'all.
My coffin can be propped up on a normal table, and music shall be playing. Any sort, really. Rock's fine, R&B's fine, classical's fine. Ohoh play Once Upon A December! You can find the midi file in my computer. The password is _.
Cremate me if you like. Scatter some of my ashes in that same field, yeah. Help me send a card to my primary school, telling that how much I'd missed them, even when I was in sec2.
Whatever money you can find in my box by my bedside, my plastic box in Sini's room. Okay. 10% each shall go to Robyn and Paula. 5% to Saranya, Amanda, Pei Ying. Each yeah. Oh, and give Greg some. You know. So he can buy a new pair of shoes. Or that cap. XD
The rest will go to my parents. It ain't much anyway. :D
Gosh I'm acting like I'm dead already.
whatever you do, don't attempt to close down this blog.
All my CDs and books and clothes and stuff go to my sister. It's a small haul, anyway...
Robyn gets... err... oh yeah! My science notes! okay. She gets my diary. And my roller skates.
This material possessions thing is hard. :/
Let's skip to last words. Highlight.
Cheryl
commence: Hey Cheryl! Okay. You're an okay person. Frankly -okay, frankly- I've never really treated us as like, bestest friends or anything, and sometimes our msn conversations get boring, and sometimes real life conversations dry up because I suddenly kinda lose interest in wonkeys and wombats (mood swings, pardonne-moi ^^;), and I admit I haven't treasured our friendship as much as I should've. I'm sorry.
I know I've been distant, desolee. You're nice to laugh with, y'know? Initially I thought of you (when our classes just merged) as merely another acquaintance. But here I am, including you in my last words list. XD
I don't know what to say.
You're great, okay. You're really smart. And you're wacky. GO CHERYL hahah. So before I die, I'm letting you know that you've been quite a good friend. (: Oh and it was nice working with you at TP.Let's do it again this June! fini.
Greg
commence: Hey Greg! hahah. Gosh. I've never really met a guy like you before. You like shoes. You like caps. You're obsessed with Buffy and The O.C. You write well. You hate Maths. You like lit. You're tall. You're funny. So. I remember we got along really really well when we were tagging each others' blogs, but everything fizzled out during our first msn conversation. But somehow during our last conversation we got along like clockwork, yet again. XD
I was all, hey, he's just another guy - that is, when Cheryl was telling me about you. There was a point where I was kind of of the impression that you were whiny... okay, you didn't see anything. Dang. How come last words come so slowly. Hm. I can't say much, just that you'd be nice to get to know better. :D fini.
Nick
commence: hey, if you're reading. Okay, I know you are.
so things have been pretty forced lately yeah. ...tuesday morning, I know, hahah. So let's start from the beginning: For the first few conversations when we were still in the introduction stage, I thought you were a tad boring. We didn't talk for a month or so, and then we started chatting again, well, almost everyday. You're like, one-of-a-kind. ^^;
hmm. okay. So you like green tea, you're a kickass badminton player, you play the guitar, you write you like maths you're optimistic you're good at chinese you're tall you hate msh you love music you sing you know french you're good at cheering people up you're great to talk to you rock. Etc. So before I die I shall tell you that you've been a great friend, even well, yeah, I haven't been much of a friend lately. but cheers. :) fini.
Paula
commence: Gosh Paula. Started way back in kindergarten. And then by sheer coincidence, your family moved to like, the house right behind my house. When I was 5 and you were 6. :) I know you think of your pretty house near the beach... okay. You miss your rabbits. Peggy. You quarrel with your mum. I haven't been a great friend. 'Fact, I don't think I've ever been a great friend to anyone. i've always been... somewhat self-centered. ^^;
So I'm sorry I neglected you, sort of, for not sympathising wholly, for not being there when you needed your friends the most. Kay so you've been like one of my best friends ever since kindergarten. We donned sweaters, wore our sunglasses, went out in the hot sun and pretended to be spies. We plotted against the guys together, had some amateurish but enjoyable games of badminton, hahah, before we became kind of good at the game. we 'prayed' for you, hoping you'd do well for your psle. Hahah, remember that time, Robyn and I? At Conway?
And I remember Ling yu and I taught you to cycle as well! heh.
I vaguely remember stuff.
I was the bookworm because I read so much.
You became the cycling worm because after you learnt how to cycle, you couldn't get enough of it. XD
SSC, remember. Secret Spies Club. The club that we set up when we were in primary 2/3, to, err, go against the guys in our neighbourhood.
gosh. oh gosh. we played monopoly in your house a lot. The shuttlecock, when we played badminton, always got caught in the leaves of the trees outside your house. You always used your slipper to try and get it down, and more than once it got caught up there.
so much stuff, man. I'm gonna compile a scrapbook. Remind me to do so before I die, kay? fini.
Robyn
commence: ROBYN HEY ROBYN. You there, right? I can't believe you're changing blogurls. You not being appergal would be strange, surreal. Heck we're all growing up aye. well, maybe not. I don't know. So. FELLOW DMHG SHIPPER. Fellow English lover. Fellow hantuitioner. Fellow ex-zpser. First met you on the schoolbus. And I ended up in your Chinese class. You had long hair then! I kept waving to you. And then Ling yu and I visited your house. And we started going out cycling from then. HAHA Paula and I taught you how to cycle. ;)
Robyn = fun. Okay.
ROBYN AH.
HEY ROMEO. -cough-
wherefore... art thou... romeo. Or something. Heck Shakespeare, for the moment.
Before I die, you should know that:
Robyn is great. Robyn rocks. Robyn is omnipotent and almighty and her feet rock and her shoes rock and-
oh gosh I just remembered we always went fishing in the drain. Bending our backs for hours on end, trying to get That guppy or That tadpole. We'd use anything as nets; containers, cups, plastic bags, whatever.
okay, I just realized it's been pretty weird. I guess I'm so used to lifeatzps that it seems weird that now I've got new secondary school friends and so do you. Weirdness.
I suddenly feel nostalgic. -bursts into tears-
ONE DAY. One day. One day I shall teach you to play the piano. and tennis. Yes. :)
ROBYN ROCKS ROBYN IS GREAT ROBYN IS ALMIGHTY.
fini.
SNG Schoolmates
commence: Mary-anne, you're great to talk to, even if we've disagreed alot on occasion. Liu Yi, Pei Hwa, you guys rock. Pei Hwa, okay, I didn't really like you at the start of last year. But now I think you're really great. Liu yi, you've been great from the start yeah. :) Kerina/Erin/Calista, never really thought much of you guys, but hello. Natalie, hey. Ugenie, you're a really great forward, you're a really great person. Hey Joy. Gosh. I was so lonely last year until you asked me if you could partner me. you know, during the whole sec1 orientation thing. XD Vanessa, DANNYL ROCKS. Okay -cough- you're fun to be around. Yoceeda, hey. Hey Esthers. Hey Denise, Isabelle (2C), hey Delphine, hey Rachel. Hey. fini.
Stefi
commence: so I haven't been the greatest sister yeah. Sorry. fini.
So, before I die. (:
Been looking through some of my ancient -or not- smses. Birthday greetings, in particular.
Lalala. Have a sweet 13
Robyn, 12.18pm
-insert picture here-
HAPPY BIRTHDAY,MERRY X'MAS n HAPPY NEW YEAR
Uncle Chin Long, 7.13pm
hey, i just got back from hk, and i remember its your b'day. hahah. HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY! sorry about the late greeting.
Jessica, 3.02am, one day later
aww. that's all, I think.
Happy Birthday to me!
In advance. Way, way in advance.
Been deleting lots of smses, keeping alot s'well, cos I'm a schmaltz, tu souviens?
Hmm. Oui.
Stacy...? Oui.
Stacy. Ooi.
One of the perks of being in French class, when the professeur is marking attendance.
J'AI LE TRAC.
Man I miss Track. Weird guy, but nice.
He was funny! For some part.
And he was friends with Sanjay.
Remember Russell and Alex(ander).
Gosh, these guys, they all transferred out.
Somehow French class will never be French class again without them. These wonderful wonderful people. Russell's migrated or something. Alex's gone back to Britain, or wherever in Europe he lives.
hey it's the 25th of april.
Our history project is pretty boring.
Maybe it's just our teacher.
Approximately one month ago, I was truly madly deeply in love with history.
And before that. And before that.
Lalala. Have a sweet 13
Robyn, 12.18pm
-insert picture here-
HAPPY BIRTHDAY,MERRY X'MAS n HAPPY NEW YEAR
Uncle Chin Long, 7.13pm
hey, i just got back from hk, and i remember its your b'day. hahah. HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY! sorry about the late greeting.
Jessica, 3.02am, one day later
aww. that's all, I think.
Happy Birthday to me!
In advance. Way, way in advance.
Been deleting lots of smses, keeping alot s'well, cos I'm a schmaltz, tu souviens?
Hmm. Oui.
Stacy...? Oui.
Stacy. Ooi.
One of the perks of being in French class, when the professeur is marking attendance.
J'AI LE TRAC.
Man I miss Track. Weird guy, but nice.
He was funny! For some part.
And he was friends with Sanjay.
Remember Russell and Alex(ander).
Gosh, these guys, they all transferred out.
Somehow French class will never be French class again without them. These wonderful wonderful people. Russell's migrated or something. Alex's gone back to Britain, or wherever in Europe he lives.
hey it's the 25th of april.
Our history project is pretty boring.
Maybe it's just our teacher.
Approximately one month ago, I was truly madly deeply in love with history.
And before that. And before that.
Dang. I shall FAIL chem, I tell you. Wait, lemme get this right - elements in the same group have the same number of valence electrons, and those in the same period have the same number of shells... okay. I can do this.
Just spare me the equation balancing thing.
Because I'm too lazy to study any of it.
Though it's not hard to see why people initially thought I was a hardworking intelligent diligent girl, you know, seeing as the whole quiet=studious stereotype exists. pffffft.
Okay. I used to be a downright bitch. In primary school I was insufferably spoilt.
I think.
Gosh, I haven't been tagged by any of my primary schoolmates for so long.
And yet... and yet I love them the most! oh gosh oh gosh. Something doesn't add up here.
I wish people were as easy to analyze as storybook characters.
Unfortunately no.
I got seaweed in my mouth, yo. Spicy and stuff.
My mum got that bee chung something (ba gua? argh.) something.
You know, once you've gotten used to running, five or six entire rounds can pass by in a blur. Once you're done, you breathe heavily for a while, and after about five minutes you're fine. But that's the entire gist of it all, I suppose. If we actually fully remembered the pain and exhaustion we went through when running, we wouldn't want to do it again. Like mothers and childbirth, ew.
My dog sings.
I swear.
HAHAH I just read my boredompoem a few posts ago. That was so incredibly lame. XD
Well. W-ell.
Today was boring.
LOTS OF STUFF TO DO AND
sometimes I hate myself.
You know sometimes you really really dislike someone, e.g. when they always follow you around, and then you can't stand it halfway and you 'abandon' that person while they're eating mushroom rice, and you look back and see how pathetic that person is and can't help feeling guilty but you walk on anyway.
Baroque pieces, I realize, require a degree of somewhat forceful indifference. Musta be detached, ruthlessly unsentimental, moving from chord to chord swiftly. So it's pretty much all technical and stuff. Allegro's like that. Gotta get rid of those romantic notions.
Life's like that though.
But I'll choose to play the Chopin piece.
risefallrisefall
la la LA la la la la
come in, without there!
Just spare me the equation balancing thing.
Because I'm too lazy to study any of it.
Though it's not hard to see why people initially thought I was a hardworking intelligent diligent girl, you know, seeing as the whole quiet=studious stereotype exists. pffffft.
Okay. I used to be a downright bitch. In primary school I was insufferably spoilt.
I think.
Gosh, I haven't been tagged by any of my primary schoolmates for so long.
And yet... and yet I love them the most! oh gosh oh gosh. Something doesn't add up here.
I wish people were as easy to analyze as storybook characters.
Unfortunately no.
I got seaweed in my mouth, yo. Spicy and stuff.
My mum got that bee chung something (ba gua? argh.) something.
You know, once you've gotten used to running, five or six entire rounds can pass by in a blur. Once you're done, you breathe heavily for a while, and after about five minutes you're fine. But that's the entire gist of it all, I suppose. If we actually fully remembered the pain and exhaustion we went through when running, we wouldn't want to do it again. Like mothers and childbirth, ew.
My dog sings.
I swear.
HAHAH I just read my boredompoem a few posts ago. That was so incredibly lame. XD
Well. W-ell.
Today was boring.
LOTS OF STUFF TO DO AND
sometimes I hate myself.
You know sometimes you really really dislike someone, e.g. when they always follow you around, and then you can't stand it halfway and you 'abandon' that person while they're eating mushroom rice, and you look back and see how pathetic that person is and can't help feeling guilty but you walk on anyway.
Baroque pieces, I realize, require a degree of somewhat forceful indifference. Musta be detached, ruthlessly unsentimental, moving from chord to chord swiftly. So it's pretty much all technical and stuff. Allegro's like that. Gotta get rid of those romantic notions.
Life's like that though.
But I'll choose to play the Chopin piece.
risefallrisefall
la la LA la la la la
come in, without there!
Monday, April 24, 2006
plus que mots.
A rather crude translation, I think, but it's a pretty nice song. :/
only... Spanish. Not French. Right.
Mrs. Tam is harsh, dang, but okay. Okay.
So said the giant to the giant
What is it us giants should do?
I stay home all day feeling oh-so-bored
don't you feel the boredom too?
It buzzes around like a stupid bee,
and it just won't go away.
It's such a horrible sight to see
because as my mamma always says-
boredom exists to be fulfilled
not lounge around like this.
Bees need honey, boredom needs stuff
_.
I felt bored, yeah.
Too lazy to figure out that last line.
and today I started on a new story. Yet again.
prob'ly will go down the recycle bin.
Get me outta this chute, pfft.
A rather crude translation, I think, but it's a pretty nice song. :/
only... Spanish. Not French. Right.
Mrs. Tam is harsh, dang, but okay. Okay.
So said the giant to the giant
What is it us giants should do?
I stay home all day feeling oh-so-bored
don't you feel the boredom too?
It buzzes around like a stupid bee,
and it just won't go away.
It's such a horrible sight to see
because as my mamma always says-
boredom exists to be fulfilled
not lounge around like this.
Bees need honey, boredom needs stuff
_.
I felt bored, yeah.
Too lazy to figure out that last line.
and today I started on a new story. Yet again.
prob'ly will go down the recycle bin.
Get me outta this chute, pfft.
N'est pas bon.
Our lit play wasn't good. Stumbled over some lines, had to continuously prompt Macbeth, had some in-between breaks to retrieve a forgotten prop, every play's nightmare. The radio conked out. And Liuyi/erin/peihwa/kerina, sorry if I got too overbearing at some point. I tend to... err, voluntarily put myself in charge when I think things aren't going too well. Unless someone else's already in charge.
So many things were impromptu. Bajeebus, f'only Kerina could've come for our rehearsals.
But nevermind. It's already over. :)
2.4.!
I didn't do well.
We ran during PE. After which we had height/weight taking sessions.
Apparently I've lost weight, gotten shorter, and run slower than I did last year.
on a sidenote, I don't really mind being short.
GUESS HOW TALL I AM.
Tall people are evil. :/
oh, I just realized I've insulted-
um. Basically all the guys I know.
and Robyn, who has left for the world of height160+ people, abandoning me on the island of shorthood.
BUT HAHA I'M TALLER THAN PAULA YAY.
Dear Paula,
I hope things get better b'tween you and your mum and your sis.
Drink lots of green tea and ribena.
Do well for your 2.4, your five items, your exams. The only one who needs to reap pride from your efforts is yourself. GO PAULA GO PAULA GO PAULA GO PAULA GO PAULA GO PAULA GO PAULA GO PAULA! Cheetah! hahah. XD
okay, I'm gonna print this out and put it in your letterbox. -lurks-
and don't grow up so fast 'kay. Because the world needs more kids like us.
you can cry if you want to. B'cos that's what everyone should do yeah!
PAULA PAULA PAULA
thanks for the notebook, all the little stuffs.
After your exams, we shall cycle somewhere!
we'll play badminton for three hours straight like we used to do.
we'll do the monkey bars till our old calluses can be seen again.
we'll go on the swing and as usual, you'll be able to swing higher than me. Remember right? Remember which swings we always take? The ones at conway?
we'll take zuess for a walk! we'll go visit robyn's rabbit. :)
and we'll remember Perse (two of them, mine and yours), Chubby and Cupid, and Peggy, and Ashley, and Fortune, and Sirius (remember my tiny black rabbit? he's still buried in my garden), and Snowball and Jelly and Cuddles, and my very first dog Celia, and my very first kitten, well, Kitty.
we'll go fishing in the drain, hahah. Even though there aren't many fish left.
we'll go visit our old kindergarten! Remember Mdm Loo?
I remember our old stints. We used to be such extroverted tomboys, cycling past the guys in our neighbourhood and teasing them stuff like 'peeping tom, peeping tom'. Although we didn't really know what that meant back then. XD
we were practically at war with the guys in the oval dais.
haha, now my attitude's kind of changed towards guys, but you still dislike them - as usual. I think? hmm. Well. Rock on, Paula. :)
-
man, I'm getting nostalgic. For hockey today my face turned red, which is rather surprising because it never turns red. It usually turns... white. Ashen.
BUT a-nyway.
Science and maths test on the same day, I just realized. :/
Our lit play wasn't good. Stumbled over some lines, had to continuously prompt Macbeth, had some in-between breaks to retrieve a forgotten prop, every play's nightmare. The radio conked out. And Liuyi/erin/peihwa/kerina, sorry if I got too overbearing at some point. I tend to... err, voluntarily put myself in charge when I think things aren't going too well. Unless someone else's already in charge.
So many things were impromptu. Bajeebus, f'only Kerina could've come for our rehearsals.
But nevermind. It's already over. :)
2.4.!
I didn't do well.
We ran during PE. After which we had height/weight taking sessions.
Apparently I've lost weight, gotten shorter, and run slower than I did last year.
on a sidenote, I don't really mind being short.
GUESS HOW TALL I AM.
Tall people are evil. :/
oh, I just realized I've insulted-
um. Basically all the guys I know.
and Robyn, who has left for the world of height160+ people, abandoning me on the island of shorthood.
BUT HAHA I'M TALLER THAN PAULA YAY.
Dear Paula,
I hope things get better b'tween you and your mum and your sis.
Drink lots of green tea and ribena.
Do well for your 2.4, your five items, your exams. The only one who needs to reap pride from your efforts is yourself. GO PAULA GO PAULA GO PAULA GO PAULA GO PAULA GO PAULA GO PAULA GO PAULA! Cheetah! hahah. XD
okay, I'm gonna print this out and put it in your letterbox. -lurks-
and don't grow up so fast 'kay. Because the world needs more kids like us.
you can cry if you want to. B'cos that's what everyone should do yeah!
PAULA PAULA PAULA
thanks for the notebook, all the little stuffs.
After your exams, we shall cycle somewhere!
we'll play badminton for three hours straight like we used to do.
we'll do the monkey bars till our old calluses can be seen again.
we'll go on the swing and as usual, you'll be able to swing higher than me. Remember right? Remember which swings we always take? The ones at conway?
we'll take zuess for a walk! we'll go visit robyn's rabbit. :)
and we'll remember Perse (two of them, mine and yours), Chubby and Cupid, and Peggy, and Ashley, and Fortune, and Sirius (remember my tiny black rabbit? he's still buried in my garden), and Snowball and Jelly and Cuddles, and my very first dog Celia, and my very first kitten, well, Kitty.
we'll go fishing in the drain, hahah. Even though there aren't many fish left.
we'll go visit our old kindergarten! Remember Mdm Loo?
I remember our old stints. We used to be such extroverted tomboys, cycling past the guys in our neighbourhood and teasing them stuff like 'peeping tom, peeping tom'. Although we didn't really know what that meant back then. XD
we were practically at war with the guys in the oval dais.
haha, now my attitude's kind of changed towards guys, but you still dislike them - as usual. I think? hmm. Well. Rock on, Paula. :)
-
man, I'm getting nostalgic. For hockey today my face turned red, which is rather surprising because it never turns red. It usually turns... white. Ashen.
BUT a-nyway.
Science and maths test on the same day, I just realized. :/
Sunday, April 23, 2006
Yiying just called me. Class message - please remember to bring my thermometer tomorrow, and pass the message to Wenman please.
How on earth did they get my-
Oh, right. Not that I mind, exactly- it's just scary when classmates you think you'll never ever really talk to suddenly call you up and tell you to bring your thermometer to school the next day.
And 2Faith never really was very pro-class unity.
Some people think we're a lot more united as compared to last year. Because last year when our people took part in competitions and stuff, we didn't cheer for them. But now, because some of us take the initiative to cheer, we have morphed into an extremely united class.
Cheering, bleck.
I cheer for 2Faith in my heart. -cough
Sometimes.
I've got faith in mah heart
I've got faith in mah hea-rt
I've got faith in mah heart
an' in mah soul
in mah soul!
Though I can't say I'm someone who loves 2Faith wholly, I did like our counsellors. They rocked. They kicked ass. They sang well.
and they were awesomely cool. :)
I love my hockey stick.
till death do we part!
I should give it a name.
I should give her a name.
I gave my old bike (the one passed down from my cousin) a name. Forgot what it is.
The house is crawling with Stefi's fake spiders and beetles and ants.
She put some in my hair. Or attempted to.
She hid some in the piano.
She sprawled them all over my father's desk.
And she's still got a whole lot more of them in that plastic silver hat.
Lordy, help. :/
He was a girl
She was a boy
I can't help it. I accidentally mixed up the lyrics, shut up.
I hate cheese. I absolutely, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely hate cheese.
Actually I kinda like it. oh, I don't know.
Love hate. DMHG.
Gosh, I haven't fanficked for so long.
and according to Yoceeda, well-
anyway.
Yoceeda: You write fanfics right?
Stacy: Err, used to, not anymore.
Yoceeda: -about to say something when I interrupt her-
Stacy: How do you know I write fanfics? (or wrote)
Yoceeda: It's like everyone's talking about -stacy's fanfics-, stacy's fanfics.
Wtf. Of all things I have to become famous for, my... fanfics.
And I sincerely doubt it's -everyone- who talks about them.
hahah, think it's just the anime gang. Manga gang. Manga group. They're like fanfic crazy, XD.
well.
My LJ fic-
has been long abandoned, ever since I got hopelessly sick of it. Come on, I was unreasonably romantic. Lily studies in the astronomy tower. James is an arrogant prick, which is totally normal. but I dragged the whole thing for too long, a whole lot of unnecessary angsting, till I gave up and stopped writing. In general.
My witchofblackbirdpond fanfic-
a cheesy title that doesn't suit the story. My first completed novel, which is cause for some sort of pride, but in the end it's lousy.
My one-shots are mostly pointless (except for some which I really like, mostly because of the writing style) and made for the sole point of seeing a particular couple kiss in the end. I was all about the whole 'sealed with a kiss' thing.
But... okay. okay.
At least they like my crap.
I need to find masking tape but I can't.
NAPFA tomorrow. Wait, I shall now-
okay. I've drunk one mug of water. Which is pretty amazin' cos what I drink is strictly limited to green tea, coke, chrysanthemum, and the occasional gulp of water. But Mr. Phee says drinking lots of water the night before 2.4 prevents stitches, and I'd do anything that could get that A for my run, so yeah.
oh, before I forget-
happy birthday, d-addy. :)
he's older than Singapore!
okay, that was lame.
But he's 43 this year. Or 44.
either way- he's overseas now, and he'll never ever read this, but yeah.
LIU YI.
I have superpsychic powers.
I found your torch, hahah.
yes I did.
whee I rock.
How on earth did they get my-
Oh, right. Not that I mind, exactly- it's just scary when classmates you think you'll never ever really talk to suddenly call you up and tell you to bring your thermometer to school the next day.
And 2Faith never really was very pro-class unity.
Some people think we're a lot more united as compared to last year. Because last year when our people took part in competitions and stuff, we didn't cheer for them. But now, because some of us take the initiative to cheer, we have morphed into an extremely united class.
Cheering, bleck.
I cheer for 2Faith in my heart. -cough
Sometimes.
I've got faith in mah heart
I've got faith in mah hea-rt
I've got faith in mah heart
an' in mah soul
in mah soul!
Though I can't say I'm someone who loves 2Faith wholly, I did like our counsellors. They rocked. They kicked ass. They sang well.
and they were awesomely cool. :)
I love my hockey stick.
till death do we part!
I should give it a name.
I should give her a name.
I gave my old bike (the one passed down from my cousin) a name. Forgot what it is.
The house is crawling with Stefi's fake spiders and beetles and ants.
She put some in my hair. Or attempted to.
She hid some in the piano.
She sprawled them all over my father's desk.
And she's still got a whole lot more of them in that plastic silver hat.
Lordy, help. :/
He was a girl
She was a boy
I can't help it. I accidentally mixed up the lyrics, shut up.
I hate cheese. I absolutely, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely hate cheese.
Actually I kinda like it. oh, I don't know.
Love hate. DMHG.
Gosh, I haven't fanficked for so long.
and according to Yoceeda, well-
anyway.
Yoceeda: You write fanfics right?
Stacy: Err, used to, not anymore.
Yoceeda: -about to say something when I interrupt her-
Stacy: How do you know I write fanfics? (or wrote)
Yoceeda: It's like everyone's talking about -stacy's fanfics-, stacy's fanfics.
Wtf. Of all things I have to become famous for, my... fanfics.
And I sincerely doubt it's -everyone- who talks about them.
hahah, think it's just the anime gang. Manga gang. Manga group. They're like fanfic crazy, XD.
well.
My LJ fic-
has been long abandoned, ever since I got hopelessly sick of it. Come on, I was unreasonably romantic. Lily studies in the astronomy tower. James is an arrogant prick, which is totally normal. but I dragged the whole thing for too long, a whole lot of unnecessary angsting, till I gave up and stopped writing. In general.
My witchofblackbirdpond fanfic-
a cheesy title that doesn't suit the story. My first completed novel, which is cause for some sort of pride, but in the end it's lousy.
My one-shots are mostly pointless (except for some which I really like, mostly because of the writing style) and made for the sole point of seeing a particular couple kiss in the end. I was all about the whole 'sealed with a kiss' thing.
But... okay. okay.
At least they like my crap.
I need to find masking tape but I can't.
NAPFA tomorrow. Wait, I shall now-
okay. I've drunk one mug of water. Which is pretty amazin' cos what I drink is strictly limited to green tea, coke, chrysanthemum, and the occasional gulp of water. But Mr. Phee says drinking lots of water the night before 2.4 prevents stitches, and I'd do anything that could get that A for my run, so yeah.
oh, before I forget-
happy birthday, d-addy. :)
he's older than Singapore!
okay, that was lame.
But he's 43 this year. Or 44.
either way- he's overseas now, and he'll never ever read this, but yeah.
LIU YI.
I have superpsychic powers.
I found your torch, hahah.
yes I did.
whee I rock.
That feeling, when you get angry at yourself -no, feel like getting angry at yourself all of a sudden. I shouldn't have made her cry. I shouldn't have made that pass. I shouldn't have said that, shouldn't have done that.
Shouldn't have bought that book, shouldn't have gone cycling, shouldn't have acted like a stupid goat without its hind legs. Shouldn't be blogging now. Shouldn't have acted like a frikkin' introvert, cos it'd give people the wrong idea, you know, they'd think I didn't like them or something. Shouldn't have pitied myself, got so pathetic, shouldn't have said all this because I only feel like getting angry but I'm not angry yet.
blah blah, blah.
Been practising Allegro-
see. Shouldn't have waited for so long.
-since four. And Prayer of The Matador.
It's all a laugh, Goober, a fake.
It's tiring to analyze motives and personalities. It's like trust, could always backfire on you. Way risky, it's all guesswork, you don't know if you're right or wrong. But if you lose yourself in the moment, your guard falls down, and maybe there is a motive, maybe you've unwittingly pointed the gun at yourself, maybe you overestimate or underestimate.
And in the end, you congratulate yourself on having successfully deceived yourself.
oh hey, bring up the loonies.
Shouldn't have bought that book, shouldn't have gone cycling, shouldn't have acted like a stupid goat without its hind legs. Shouldn't be blogging now. Shouldn't have acted like a frikkin' introvert, cos it'd give people the wrong idea, you know, they'd think I didn't like them or something. Shouldn't have pitied myself, got so pathetic, shouldn't have said all this because I only feel like getting angry but I'm not angry yet.
blah blah, blah.
Been practising Allegro-
see. Shouldn't have waited for so long.
-since four. And Prayer of The Matador.
It's all a laugh, Goober, a fake.
It's tiring to analyze motives and personalities. It's like trust, could always backfire on you. Way risky, it's all guesswork, you don't know if you're right or wrong. But if you lose yourself in the moment, your guard falls down, and maybe there is a motive, maybe you've unwittingly pointed the gun at yourself, maybe you overestimate or underestimate.
And in the end, you congratulate yourself on having successfully deceived yourself.
oh hey, bring up the loonies.
http://onlyskindeep.blogspot.com/
oh, wow. She's so candid.
I'm middle-aged at thirteen, fifteen.
Let's all skip school tomorrow!
Routines suck all the life outta life.
Robyn's having her DEP interview either now, or soon... oh. It's 1.04pm now.
Bonne chance robyn. Hope they don't drill you too hard.
GET INTO DEP OKAY.
Unlike me, who got my sorry ass in MEP.
I've even got an MEP exam tomorrow.
GODDDDD.
she turns on tv
guess who she sees
sk8er boy rocking up mtv
she calls up her friends
they already know
I actually like that song.
Previously I thought it was just some annoying juvenile rant.
Rock on, Avril.
and this is just so pretty:
Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball
and my sister is uber annoying, par normalement.
A propos, I shall fail my French test.
wait, no, I don't think so.
I won't score well - but i'll almost certainly pass.
I hope.
Hope, whose whisper would have given
Balm to all my frenzied pain
Spread her wings and flew to heaven
Fled, and ne'er returned again.
-
Emily Bronte. Last stanza of her really nice poem, Hope.
Hope is a form of self-deception, but in this case, deception can be good.
oh, wow. She's so candid.
I'm middle-aged at thirteen, fifteen.
Let's all skip school tomorrow!
Routines suck all the life outta life.
Robyn's having her DEP interview either now, or soon... oh. It's 1.04pm now.
Bonne chance robyn. Hope they don't drill you too hard.
GET INTO DEP OKAY.
Unlike me, who got my sorry ass in MEP.
I've even got an MEP exam tomorrow.
GODDDDD.
she turns on tv
guess who she sees
sk8er boy rocking up mtv
she calls up her friends
they already know
I actually like that song.
Previously I thought it was just some annoying juvenile rant.
Rock on, Avril.
and this is just so pretty:
Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball
and my sister is uber annoying, par normalement.
A propos, I shall fail my French test.
wait, no, I don't think so.
I won't score well - but i'll almost certainly pass.
I hope.
Hope, whose whisper would have given
Balm to all my frenzied pain
Spread her wings and flew to heaven
Fled, and ne'er returned again.
-
Emily Bronte. Last stanza of her really nice poem, Hope.
Hope is a form of self-deception, but in this case, deception can be good.
Saturday, April 22, 2006
It's a laugh, Goober, a fake. Don't disturb the universe, Goober, no matter what the posters say.
Sadly that's quite true. You try to disturb the dormant volcano, it blows up at you.
It's come to the point where people are scared to be different, where people are scared of the different. More or less.
I am a lesbian. Fear me.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
no, wait, people have always been afraid of those different from them.
So afraid that they push them down, make them feel like dirt, make em feel inferior.
Just because, ooh lala, they're different. Run away!
Well. I can't say I'm innocent.
No one's ever innocent.
Say, if there's a God, what if one day he gets angry at people not believing in him, with the dominance of Science, and he decides to show himself to the world...
It'll absolutely disprove the fact that God is based on faith alone.
And there'll be scientists and all that trying to account for the miraculous appearance of God, in full physical form, because anything physical is matter and all matter is made up of atoms and the like, which can be revealed via Science...
And the whole debate will start all over again.
But that's just my little fantasy.
Ring about the rosy
A pocket full of posies
Ashes, ashes
We all fall down
Why all the pretense?
That mask must be heavy.
but that aside.
I love the line
this one goes out to the one I love.
There's that passionate oomph there.
strangely relished.
Rock band strutting their stuff on stage. Final (or not) bow.
Encore! Encore!
The leader accepts, and yells into the microphone, "This one goes out to the one I love!"
No, that wasn't right. I give up.
Allegro has some difficult semiquavers, n'est pas facile, but pretty.
The spirit is lovely.
And Prayer of The Matador, oh gosh, the final fight in the arena. DA dada dadada DA DA DA.
hahah, okay, that was a futile attempt.
Imagine a sweat streaked man. The bars rise to give way to his doom.
And then he dies.
A decrescendo, ritard., lift up your fingers but the pedal lingers like a ghost.
Lift your foot and everything dies out.
Poof.
He's dead.
Unlike the jubilant game of tag in Allegro.
this is for the ones that stood their ground
That mask must be heavy.
but that aside.
I love the line
this one goes out to the one I love.
There's that passionate oomph there.
strangely relished.
Rock band strutting their stuff on stage. Final (or not) bow.
Encore! Encore!
The leader accepts, and yells into the microphone, "This one goes out to the one I love!"
No, that wasn't right. I give up.
Allegro has some difficult semiquavers, n'est pas facile, but pretty.
The spirit is lovely.
And Prayer of The Matador, oh gosh, the final fight in the arena. DA dada dadada DA DA DA.
hahah, okay, that was a futile attempt.
Imagine a sweat streaked man. The bars rise to give way to his doom.
And then he dies.
A decrescendo, ritard., lift up your fingers but the pedal lingers like a ghost.
Lift your foot and everything dies out.
Poof.
He's dead.
Unlike the jubilant game of tag in Allegro.
this is for the ones that stood their ground
One big bruise of a sky.
The sunrise a few days ago was tres belle.
Nickelback rocks, and I like Green Day's drummer. That crazay lookin' guy who's just fab.
Gravity's sucking me down. Major suction thingy.
Shit, wasn't the night still young?
Dawn, pretty dawn.
I feel stupid.
Do not be assured, do not assure.
I think our Macbeth play's pretty nice.
If only Kerina bothered to turn up for rehearsals. mm.
Gosh. Down with groupwork, yeah?
I know I'm terribly selfish.
No more groupwork, pl...ease.
Write to express emotions.
Oh gah, but when I haven't any emotions?
When every day's a vacuum-
no, waaiit. All the trivial things pressing down on that tightly shut cylinder inside of me, which can't dispel its attackers because there's nothing inside at all.
I love physics.
The sunrise a few days ago was tres belle.
Nickelback rocks, and I like Green Day's drummer. That crazay lookin' guy who's just fab.
Gravity's sucking me down. Major suction thingy.
Shit, wasn't the night still young?
Dawn, pretty dawn.
I feel stupid.
Do not be assured, do not assure.
I think our Macbeth play's pretty nice.
If only Kerina bothered to turn up for rehearsals. mm.
Gosh. Down with groupwork, yeah?
I know I'm terribly selfish.
No more groupwork, pl...ease.
Write to express emotions.
Oh gah, but when I haven't any emotions?
When every day's a vacuum-
no, waaiit. All the trivial things pressing down on that tightly shut cylinder inside of me, which can't dispel its attackers because there's nothing inside at all.
I love physics.
ply the air with tractors
Cheryl's going to Taxi!
Psyche. says:
I'm going to Taxi with Joanne.
ply the air with tractors says:
after this?
Psyche. says:
Yeah.
ply the air with tractors says:
ohh... okay then
Psyche. says:
Probably going.
Psyche. says:
):
ply the air with tractors says:
hahah, expected, i suppose?
Psyche. says:
Okay...
Psyche. says:
But I will miss everyone.
Psyche. says:
D:
ply the air with tractors says:
aww
Psyche. says:
EXCEPT.
ply the air with tractors says:
take saturday classes then
ply the air with tractors says:
same time
Psyche. says:
Petra, Belle and Neusha.
ply the air with tractors says:
maybe you'll get nourredine!
Psyche. says:
The rest are missable.
ply the air with tractors says:
haha. yeah.
Psyche. says:
We are.
Psyche. says:
We are getting Nourredine.
ply the air with tractors says:
you are? seriously?
ply the air with tractors says:
that's nice
Psyche. says:
I think so.
Psyche. says:
It's at 9 am!
Psyche. says:
The classes.
Psyche. says:
Until 12.
ply the air with tractors says:
i'd only go to taxi IF so did dominic, claudia and lydia
ply the air with tractors says:
i mean
Psyche. says:
Okay...
ply the air with tractors says:
i've been with them for like 3 years already
Psyche. says:
I KNOW!
ply the air with tractors says:
yeeaah
-
haha, 'twas like some poorly disguised weepy farewell. Sort of.
meh. Cheryl and Joanne want to go to Taxi; y'know, the whole 'higher level of learning' and all. And I realize that I, too, want to learn the more advanced French stuff. I hate being left behind.
But I also hate leaving people behind.
Dominic's really wacky and fun and can't be lived without.
Claudia and Lydia have been around for so long that to be without them would be unthinkable.
I even like the others, yes, Cheryl - even Petra, Neusha and Belle. Although I could live without them.
But let's wait for our results to come out first.
If I do qualify for Taxi, I shall burst into tears and not know what to do.
Maybe not, but yes...
If I go to Taxi, I might get Nourredine, so hey. That'll be a plus.
The downsides, though.
I don't believe in general priority, but the cliche 'go with your heart' phrase.
However, it becomes quite a chore when your heart's shredded and stuff.
I want to go up. I want to stay with my friends.
Psh.
But I'm only postulating that Dominic/Claudia/Lydia won't qualify or won't want to go to Taxi, so we shall see. I repeat, when our results come out.
gosh. I've angsted for so long, bletch.
Have a cookie.
Jerry raised himself toward the voice, needing to answer it. He had to answer. But he kept his eyes shut, as if he could keep a lid on the pain that way. But it was more than pain that caused an urgency in him. The pain had become the nature of his existence but this other thing weighed on him, a terrible burden. What other thing? The knowledge, the knowledge: what he had discovered. Funny, how his mind was clear suddenly, apart from his body, floating above his body, floating above his pain.
"It'll be all right, Jerry."
No it won't. He recognized Goober's voice and it was important to share the discovery with Goober. He had to tell Goober to play ball, to play football, to run, to make the team, to sell the chocolates, to sell whatever they wanted you to sell, to do whatever they wanted you to do. He tried to voice the words but there was something wrong with his mouth, his teeth, his face. But he went ahead anyway, telling Goober what he needed to know. They tell you to do your thing but they don't mean it. They don't want you to do your thing, not unless it happens to be their thing, too. It's a laugh, Goober, a fake. Don't disturb the universe, Goober, no matter what the posters say.
His eyes fluttered open and he saw Goober's face all askew, like on a broken movie film. But he was able to see the concern, the worry on his face.
Take it easy, Goober, it doesn't even hurt anymore. See? I'm floating, floating above the pain. Just remember what I told you. It's important. Otherwise, they murder you.
Basically someone who's totally given up. The Chocolate War, Robert Cormier.
From the harsh side of this primal jungle they call... the world.
The human world, which is by default the civilized world.
Heck that. Deprived of our 'humanly' devices, that vital gene, our furniture and computers and technology, we're just as primal as any animal.
And our intelligence only makes that worse.
William Golding's Lord of The Flies elaborates on this point.
Act like a matador, play like a disney movie princess.
Prayer for Allegro.
Psyche. says:
I'm going to Taxi with Joanne.
ply the air with tractors says:
after this?
Psyche. says:
Yeah.
ply the air with tractors says:
ohh... okay then
Psyche. says:
Probably going.
Psyche. says:
):
ply the air with tractors says:
hahah, expected, i suppose?
Psyche. says:
Okay...
Psyche. says:
But I will miss everyone.
Psyche. says:
D:
ply the air with tractors says:
aww
Psyche. says:
EXCEPT.
ply the air with tractors says:
take saturday classes then
ply the air with tractors says:
same time
Psyche. says:
Petra, Belle and Neusha.
ply the air with tractors says:
maybe you'll get nourredine!
Psyche. says:
The rest are missable.
ply the air with tractors says:
haha. yeah.
Psyche. says:
We are.
Psyche. says:
We are getting Nourredine.
ply the air with tractors says:
you are? seriously?
ply the air with tractors says:
that's nice
Psyche. says:
I think so.
Psyche. says:
It's at 9 am!
Psyche. says:
The classes.
Psyche. says:
Until 12.
ply the air with tractors says:
i'd only go to taxi IF so did dominic, claudia and lydia
ply the air with tractors says:
i mean
Psyche. says:
Okay...
ply the air with tractors says:
i've been with them for like 3 years already
Psyche. says:
I KNOW!
ply the air with tractors says:
yeeaah
-
haha, 'twas like some poorly disguised weepy farewell. Sort of.
meh. Cheryl and Joanne want to go to Taxi; y'know, the whole 'higher level of learning' and all. And I realize that I, too, want to learn the more advanced French stuff. I hate being left behind.
But I also hate leaving people behind.
Dominic's really wacky and fun and can't be lived without.
Claudia and Lydia have been around for so long that to be without them would be unthinkable.
I even like the others, yes, Cheryl - even Petra, Neusha and Belle. Although I could live without them.
But let's wait for our results to come out first.
If I do qualify for Taxi, I shall burst into tears and not know what to do.
Maybe not, but yes...
If I go to Taxi, I might get Nourredine, so hey. That'll be a plus.
The downsides, though.
I don't believe in general priority, but the cliche 'go with your heart' phrase.
However, it becomes quite a chore when your heart's shredded and stuff.
I want to go up. I want to stay with my friends.
Psh.
But I'm only postulating that Dominic/Claudia/Lydia won't qualify or won't want to go to Taxi, so we shall see. I repeat, when our results come out.
gosh. I've angsted for so long, bletch.
Have a cookie.
Jerry raised himself toward the voice, needing to answer it. He had to answer. But he kept his eyes shut, as if he could keep a lid on the pain that way. But it was more than pain that caused an urgency in him. The pain had become the nature of his existence but this other thing weighed on him, a terrible burden. What other thing? The knowledge, the knowledge: what he had discovered. Funny, how his mind was clear suddenly, apart from his body, floating above his body, floating above his pain.
"It'll be all right, Jerry."
No it won't. He recognized Goober's voice and it was important to share the discovery with Goober. He had to tell Goober to play ball, to play football, to run, to make the team, to sell the chocolates, to sell whatever they wanted you to sell, to do whatever they wanted you to do. He tried to voice the words but there was something wrong with his mouth, his teeth, his face. But he went ahead anyway, telling Goober what he needed to know. They tell you to do your thing but they don't mean it. They don't want you to do your thing, not unless it happens to be their thing, too. It's a laugh, Goober, a fake. Don't disturb the universe, Goober, no matter what the posters say.
His eyes fluttered open and he saw Goober's face all askew, like on a broken movie film. But he was able to see the concern, the worry on his face.
Take it easy, Goober, it doesn't even hurt anymore. See? I'm floating, floating above the pain. Just remember what I told you. It's important. Otherwise, they murder you.
Basically someone who's totally given up. The Chocolate War, Robert Cormier.
From the harsh side of this primal jungle they call... the world.
The human world, which is by default the civilized world.
Heck that. Deprived of our 'humanly' devices, that vital gene, our furniture and computers and technology, we're just as primal as any animal.
And our intelligence only makes that worse.
William Golding's Lord of The Flies elaborates on this point.
Act like a matador, play like a disney movie princess.
Prayer for Allegro.
Liu Yi doesn't like Ms Luo!
-clobbers her with a hammer-
I mean, c'mon, Ms Luo is so effing cool. :D
She actually does extensive research for lessons, instead of just reading from the book/asking questions like -cough- other teachers did. And so what if she marks strictly. Geog still rocks yeah.
-continues clobbering-
Mmhmm. I used to think Relient K rocked, but their CD turned out to be a whole load of senseless tracks with too much drum bashing.
Monday:
MEP exam, Lit play, NAPFA 2.4.
Now that's one downright despicable Monday.
I HAVEN'T EVEN PRACTISED ALLEGRO PROPERLY YET.
AND THANKS TO MY AMATEURISH MANEUVREING OF THE PEDAL, ALL THE NOTES OF PRAYER OF THE MATADOR ARE BLENDING INTO ONE ANOTHER.
Sucks, dang.
"You know who's subhuman, man? You. You are. Going to school everyday. And back home on the bus. And do your homework. " The guy's voice was contemptuous. "Square boy. Middle-aged at fourteen, fifteen. Already caught in a routine. Wow."
A hiss and a stench of exhaust announced the arrival of the bus. Jimmy swung away from the guy.
"Go get your bus, square boy," he called. "Don't miss the bus, boy. You're missing a lot of things in the world, better not miss that bus."
Robert Cormier. The Chocolate War.
You know what?
What?
I'm gonna get into the hockey school team.
Yeah right.
I'm gonna master my tackle and be as good a defender as enru and clarice.
haha, yeah, yeah.
You just watch.
Go on, then, little square lady.
Better catch that bus.
For what? Just walk, dude, just walk.
Yeah.
Square boy.
Exactly, that's just what I've been digging at all the while.
We humans are subhuman. Boring stuff, heyyy.
When I grow up, I'm not gonna tell someone, "Yo man, I got 20.5 over 25 for my geography test in sec2 when half the class didn't do well."
Because hey, they care about the colossal, empty degrees. No one cares about the foundation, those small meaningful achievements.
The PhDs, Harvard degree, doctorate, perfect 5 points for o'levels.
I can't imagine myself as an adult.
Stacy, dressed crisply, on the way to work half an hour early so she won't get scolded by her boss. Keeping to the safe spots in case terrorists decide to nuke Singapore, cos our government's managed to piss off so many people. Fuelled, of course, by conservatives and liberals, each side's inability to behold the fact that there are sides to sides and that juxtaposition is inevitable.
Try to drive out the Hindus from India. hahah
I can't even believe my name is Stacy!
I was surrounded by hoards of romance novels in the secondhand bookshop t-oday, United Square. I used to read them by the day. I can't stand the pseudo-bliss anymore. Some spine-tingling kisses that seem so real. It's all the same thing and they won't mean anything. I admit- I'd rather have the real thing.
When I was younger I had this really warped view.
I thought citizenship was determined by religion. I know, 'tis ironic.
I thought 'real' Singaporeans were Christian. So when Ling Yu told me she was Buddhist, I automatically assumed she was from overseas. I thought all non Christians had come to Singapore from some other country.
I know, that was stupid.
And I only realized my mistake when I was in primary six.
And until last year, I didn't know we lived on the earth's surface. I thought we lived inside the earth.
Which was why I had trouble understanding the volcanoes and magma thing last year.
I KNOW I'm ignorant, gah.
Hm. The government's so concerned about citizens, want them to keep up with the times and all. Why not everyone stop learning then. If everyone's ignorant, no one is.
There are other ways to be productive. Academics is just one solution.
And we are a relatively new era in history. I bet there'll be billions and millions of years to come. We are very, very premature.
We had the dinosaurs. Then the humans. What next? Spiders shall rule the world, perhaps. And the zebras. And the dogs. And the monkeys. And the dolphins.
I wonder what future centuries will call our era. The era of modernization? The Age of Modern Corruption? The Ironically Ignorant? The Intelligently Stupid?
I want to put my name in history books.
On this day in history, Stacy Ooi Hui Quan of Singapore, South-East Asia, became the first sixteen year old female Prime Minister.
-clobbers her with a hammer-
I mean, c'mon, Ms Luo is so effing cool. :D
She actually does extensive research for lessons, instead of just reading from the book/asking questions like -cough- other teachers did. And so what if she marks strictly. Geog still rocks yeah.
-continues clobbering-
Mmhmm. I used to think Relient K rocked, but their CD turned out to be a whole load of senseless tracks with too much drum bashing.
Monday:
MEP exam, Lit play, NAPFA 2.4.
Now that's one downright despicable Monday.
I HAVEN'T EVEN PRACTISED ALLEGRO PROPERLY YET.
AND THANKS TO MY AMATEURISH MANEUVREING OF THE PEDAL, ALL THE NOTES OF PRAYER OF THE MATADOR ARE BLENDING INTO ONE ANOTHER.
Sucks, dang.
"You know who's subhuman, man? You. You are. Going to school everyday. And back home on the bus. And do your homework. " The guy's voice was contemptuous. "Square boy. Middle-aged at fourteen, fifteen. Already caught in a routine. Wow."
A hiss and a stench of exhaust announced the arrival of the bus. Jimmy swung away from the guy.
"Go get your bus, square boy," he called. "Don't miss the bus, boy. You're missing a lot of things in the world, better not miss that bus."
Robert Cormier. The Chocolate War.
You know what?
What?
I'm gonna get into the hockey school team.
Yeah right.
I'm gonna master my tackle and be as good a defender as enru and clarice.
haha, yeah, yeah.
You just watch.
Go on, then, little square lady.
Better catch that bus.
For what? Just walk, dude, just walk.
Yeah.
Square boy.
Exactly, that's just what I've been digging at all the while.
We humans are subhuman. Boring stuff, heyyy.
When I grow up, I'm not gonna tell someone, "Yo man, I got 20.5 over 25 for my geography test in sec2 when half the class didn't do well."
Because hey, they care about the colossal, empty degrees. No one cares about the foundation, those small meaningful achievements.
The PhDs, Harvard degree, doctorate, perfect 5 points for o'levels.
I can't imagine myself as an adult.
Stacy, dressed crisply, on the way to work half an hour early so she won't get scolded by her boss. Keeping to the safe spots in case terrorists decide to nuke Singapore, cos our government's managed to piss off so many people. Fuelled, of course, by conservatives and liberals, each side's inability to behold the fact that there are sides to sides and that juxtaposition is inevitable.
Try to drive out the Hindus from India. hahah
I can't even believe my name is Stacy!
I was surrounded by hoards of romance novels in the secondhand bookshop t-oday, United Square. I used to read them by the day. I can't stand the pseudo-bliss anymore. Some spine-tingling kisses that seem so real. It's all the same thing and they won't mean anything. I admit- I'd rather have the real thing.
When I was younger I had this really warped view.
I thought citizenship was determined by religion. I know, 'tis ironic.
I thought 'real' Singaporeans were Christian. So when Ling Yu told me she was Buddhist, I automatically assumed she was from overseas. I thought all non Christians had come to Singapore from some other country.
I know, that was stupid.
And I only realized my mistake when I was in primary six.
And until last year, I didn't know we lived on the earth's surface. I thought we lived inside the earth.
Which was why I had trouble understanding the volcanoes and magma thing last year.
I KNOW I'm ignorant, gah.
Hm. The government's so concerned about citizens, want them to keep up with the times and all. Why not everyone stop learning then. If everyone's ignorant, no one is.
There are other ways to be productive. Academics is just one solution.
And we are a relatively new era in history. I bet there'll be billions and millions of years to come. We are very, very premature.
We had the dinosaurs. Then the humans. What next? Spiders shall rule the world, perhaps. And the zebras. And the dogs. And the monkeys. And the dolphins.
I wonder what future centuries will call our era. The era of modernization? The Age of Modern Corruption? The Ironically Ignorant? The Intelligently Stupid?
I want to put my name in history books.
On this day in history, Stacy Ooi Hui Quan of Singapore, South-East Asia, became the first sixteen year old female Prime Minister.
Friday, April 21, 2006
I meant to blog in school, in english class, but Mrs Lee was approaching so I closed it in haste.
so I'm HERE. HERE. HERE. NOW.
Hockey was pretty okay. Bad in the sense that;
I did three successful tackles on Joanne and Clarice. (:
And I got a couple of good dribbles.
But all my temporarily newfound skills disappeared the moment I started playing in the match.
F'shit, then.
I took the bus(es) home t-oday. 269 and 136. It was raining heck it was raining. And today I saw faces in the clouds.
The evening buses are nice, in a busy night city sort of way. Kind of what I'm imagining the nighttime New York to seem like. Yessss. I met Steven on 136.
funny, these days. Almost everytime I take bus136, which isn't often, I meet Steven taking the same bus. We live almost opposite each other, anyway.
I didn't really expect to meet him. I mean, heck, it was seven fifteen in the evening. :/
I had to lug home a bag full of props, my shoebag, my hockey stick. And my schoolbag, yeah.
Good for Steven, I think, having a bus station right outside his school. Wait, is that bus station right outside Anderson? The one... outside the interchange. gehhhhhahahahah.
I shall... check.
Miss Low tries too hard sometimes.
Practised Allegro. I like that song. It's so pretty.
And I'm sick of freaky friday.
And I want my watch strap back, wherever it is now.
And I want to go cycling.
OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH.
Anyone interested in a tennis camp during the June holidays?
I'm supposed to be recruiting people.
Serangoon Gardens.
I asked Yoceeda in the computer lab today, just for the heck of it, didn't expect her to answer seriously. But whoa, she was all "omg I wanna learn tennis!" haha, well, I've got my first recruit. Yay for Yoceeda.
ROBYN AND CHERYL, you shall join!
Tennis camps are seriously seriously seriously fun.
And yeah, Greg, I was referring to that murder mystery etc. thing in which Huang Biren stars. GOD OH GOD she's so effing cool. And I know what you mean by... betraying a tv show. I felt like I was betraying my old bike when I got a new one. I felt like I was betraying my first dog Ricky when my mum got a second dog.
Yeah.
JESUS LOVES THE LITTLE CHILDREN
ALL THE CHILDREN OF THE WORLD
RED AND YELLOW, BLACK AND WHITE
THEY ARE PRECIOUS IN HIS SIGHT
JESUS LOVES THE LITTLE CHILDREN OF THE WORLD
I'm not christian or catholic or anything, but I love that song.
The tune's still in my head.
JESUS LOVES THE LITTLE CHILDREN
so I'm HERE. HERE. HERE. NOW.
Hockey was pretty okay. Bad in the sense that;
I did three successful tackles on Joanne and Clarice. (:
And I got a couple of good dribbles.
But all my temporarily newfound skills disappeared the moment I started playing in the match.
F'shit, then.
I took the bus(es) home t-oday. 269 and 136. It was raining heck it was raining. And today I saw faces in the clouds.
The evening buses are nice, in a busy night city sort of way. Kind of what I'm imagining the nighttime New York to seem like. Yessss. I met Steven on 136.
funny, these days. Almost everytime I take bus136, which isn't often, I meet Steven taking the same bus. We live almost opposite each other, anyway.
I didn't really expect to meet him. I mean, heck, it was seven fifteen in the evening. :/
I had to lug home a bag full of props, my shoebag, my hockey stick. And my schoolbag, yeah.
Good for Steven, I think, having a bus station right outside his school. Wait, is that bus station right outside Anderson? The one... outside the interchange. gehhhhhahahahah.
I shall... check.
Miss Low tries too hard sometimes.
Practised Allegro. I like that song. It's so pretty.
And I'm sick of freaky friday.
And I want my watch strap back, wherever it is now.
And I want to go cycling.
OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH.
Anyone interested in a tennis camp during the June holidays?
I'm supposed to be recruiting people.
Serangoon Gardens.
I asked Yoceeda in the computer lab today, just for the heck of it, didn't expect her to answer seriously. But whoa, she was all "omg I wanna learn tennis!" haha, well, I've got my first recruit. Yay for Yoceeda.
ROBYN AND CHERYL, you shall join!
Tennis camps are seriously seriously seriously fun.
And yeah, Greg, I was referring to that murder mystery etc. thing in which Huang Biren stars. GOD OH GOD she's so effing cool. And I know what you mean by... betraying a tv show. I felt like I was betraying my old bike when I got a new one. I felt like I was betraying my first dog Ricky when my mum got a second dog.
Yeah.
JESUS LOVES THE LITTLE CHILDREN
ALL THE CHILDREN OF THE WORLD
RED AND YELLOW, BLACK AND WHITE
THEY ARE PRECIOUS IN HIS SIGHT
JESUS LOVES THE LITTLE CHILDREN OF THE WORLD
I'm not christian or catholic or anything, but I love that song.
The tune's still in my head.
JESUS LOVES THE LITTLE CHILDREN
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Well.
Well.
My tribute to Greg, because heck, I forgot about him!Poor wee mite. Cough. XD
I'm s-orry I'm s-orry. :/
Shall write an extra long one.
GREG. For being a great bitcher, for being a great writer, for being tall (I'm assuming here but Cheryl says you're in high jump or something like that so yeah), for being a nice-to-talk-to person. And for liking the Corrs, and hating Maths. hahah.
Okay.
Guess what time it is.
It's midnight. Thursday/Friday.
This afternoon, rushed, rushed, r-ushed.
Reached home at 3.15. Coach was gonna pick me up five minutes later. Dashed like hell. Then coach smsed me asking me to get a cab to Chatsworth (!) because there were some hiccups, mal-planned stuff. So yeah. Didn't bother to bathe, just... threw on my clothes and left. THANK GOODNESS I FOUND A CAB. I have yet to master the art of cab-hailing. At least two empty cabs didn't see me.
So I reached Chatsworth Court -I had no idea where that was, didn't know it was that far- for my tennis lesson. I'm the odd one out there. Coach, Kenneth, Andrew, and I'm the only girl.
So. Amazingly I did pretty well for today's tennis. I haven't forgotten my strokes yet, so yay.
And then coach drove me home. I meant to bathe, ended up reading - on the bed. Which is naturally a bad choice. And I put my book down, and slept.
And I woke up only a couple of minutes ago.
Without even studying my chinese lit, so I'm dooooomed.
Oh, and my computer's got a problem. So I'm using my mum's laptop, which doesn't have messenger.
Sorry if I seem disjointed. I'm just trying to fling everything out here.
And yes I should be studying now, but pfft.
AND I JUST REALIZED I MISSED MY SHOW. Shit.
I like Huang Biren. :/
Lee Nanxing is gay.
Speech competition today, interclass. Natalie got 3rd but it's okay, everyone loves her anyway. hahah. The champion was Roxanne Sim or something, from 2... Loyalty?
There was this China girl from Diligence who took part, got 5th place. Her accent. Thick, very china-ish. Gosh, she was so brave to go up there and suffer all the sniggers. I mean, I admit I laughed a bit - she pronounced some stuff funny-ly - but if I were her I'd never dare to go up on stage in the first place.
Though something got me pissed off. Like-
Dong Ran's from China, she's lucky her accent isn't that un-Singaporeanish, and she was laughing and mocking at the Chinagirl from Diligence.
Well. Dong Ran's apparently one who's very appreciative of her own country, aces Chinese lit and stuff, and loves the history of China.
So apparently it's this: she loves her country, but not her countryfolk.
That's nice.
Well.
My tribute to Greg, because heck, I forgot about him!
I'm s-orry I'm s-orry. :/
Shall write an extra long one.
GREG. For being a great bitcher, for being a great writer, for being tall (I'm assuming here but Cheryl says you're in high jump or something like that so yeah), for being a nice-to-talk-to person. And for liking the Corrs, and hating Maths. hahah.
Okay.
Guess what time it is.
It's midnight. Thursday/Friday.
This afternoon, rushed, rushed, r-ushed.
Reached home at 3.15. Coach was gonna pick me up five minutes later. Dashed like hell. Then coach smsed me asking me to get a cab to Chatsworth (!) because there were some hiccups, mal-planned stuff. So yeah. Didn't bother to bathe, just... threw on my clothes and left. THANK GOODNESS I FOUND A CAB. I have yet to master the art of cab-hailing. At least two empty cabs didn't see me.
So I reached Chatsworth Court -I had no idea where that was, didn't know it was that far- for my tennis lesson. I'm the odd one out there. Coach, Kenneth, Andrew, and I'm the only girl.
So. Amazingly I did pretty well for today's tennis. I haven't forgotten my strokes yet, so yay.
And then coach drove me home. I meant to bathe, ended up reading - on the bed. Which is naturally a bad choice. And I put my book down, and slept.
And I woke up only a couple of minutes ago.
Without even studying my chinese lit, so I'm dooooomed.
Oh, and my computer's got a problem. So I'm using my mum's laptop, which doesn't have messenger.
Sorry if I seem disjointed. I'm just trying to fling everything out here.
And yes I should be studying now, but pfft.
AND I JUST REALIZED I MISSED MY SHOW. Shit.
I like Huang Biren. :/
Lee Nanxing is gay.
Speech competition today, interclass. Natalie got 3rd but it's okay, everyone loves her anyway. hahah. The champion was Roxanne Sim or something, from 2... Loyalty?
There was this China girl from Diligence who took part, got 5th place. Her accent. Thick, very china-ish. Gosh, she was so brave to go up there and suffer all the sniggers. I mean, I admit I laughed a bit - she pronounced some stuff funny-ly - but if I were her I'd never dare to go up on stage in the first place.
Though something got me pissed off. Like-
Dong Ran's from China, she's lucky her accent isn't that un-Singaporeanish, and she was laughing and mocking at the Chinagirl from Diligence.
Well. Dong Ran's apparently one who's very appreciative of her own country, aces Chinese lit and stuff, and loves the history of China.
So apparently it's this: she loves her country, but not her countryfolk.
That's nice.
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Bessie Smith!
I need foolscap.
That this great king-
no, that's just not right.
I love macbeth?
Oh yes I do.
And Mary-Anne says that Sonea was below.
And WHAT WHAT.
I think everyone in class has done it before.
and according to Mr. Wong, he's got three kids.
so yeah. I don't know. MY DAD THINKS MR. WONG'S FROM HONG KONG.
Apparently he's got that accent, or something like that. I can't distinguish.
but anyway.
I need foolscap.
That this great king-
no, that's just not right.
I love macbeth?
Oh yes I do.
And Mary-Anne says that Sonea was below.
And WHAT WHAT.
I think everyone in class has done it before.
and according to Mr. Wong, he's got three kids.
so yeah. I don't know. MY DAD THINKS MR. WONG'S FROM HONG KONG.
Apparently he's got that accent, or something like that. I can't distinguish.
but anyway.
tennis, geography, allegro, prayer, t-omorrow says:
OMG OMG NO
tennis, geography, allegro, prayer, t-omorrow says:
mary-anne just hang in there says:
i'm sure every person in class has done it before...
mary-anne just hang in there says:
mr wong. needless to say.
mary-anne just hang in there says:
OMG
mary-anne just hang in there says:
OHMY
mary-anne just hang in there says:
GOD
mary-anne just hang in there says:
HAHAHAHHAHHAA
mary-anne just hang in there says:
now, THAT i have no idea
mary-anne just hang in there says:
:D
Just catching some of our accidental mistakes.
-breathe in-
OMG OMG THAT WAS FUNNY.
OMG OMG NO
tennis, geography, allegro, prayer, t-omorrow says:
mary-anne just hang in there says:
i'm sure every person in class has done it before...
mary-anne just hang in there says:
mr wong. needless to say.
mary-anne just hang in there says:
OMG
mary-anne just hang in there says:
OHMY
mary-anne just hang in there says:
GOD
mary-anne just hang in there says:
HAHAHAHHAHHAA
mary-anne just hang in there says:
now, THAT i have no idea
mary-anne just hang in there says:
:D
Just catching some of our accidental mistakes.
-breathe in-
OMG OMG THAT WAS FUNNY.
tributes
A tribute of appreciation/anti-appreciation to my schoolmates.
Liu Yi, who can always be counted on to do the dirtywork research, who always does her homework, who can be relied on for the meanings of difficult Chinese words.
Pei Hwa, who's a kickass artist, a super-funnay person with an eccentric dog who loves music (haha, like mine), a hamster that bites. She's the most artistic person I've ever met, just not as eccentric as Mr. Foo. And she's musical as well.
Kerina, who studies, who plans (sometimes excessively), who controls, who giggles. A lot. Who plays really really nice piano pieces.
Erin, who studies a lot, who always does her homework, who is a fellow bookworm, who can always be depended on. More or less.
Calista, who delights in tormenting me, (tickling me and coming up with lame comebacks falls into the category of torment), who apparently feels some connection with me, which is why she stalks and sits with me every single recess.
Mary-Anne, who's nice to talk to online, laugh at/with in school, and groan with over homework, tests and the like.
Ugenie, who is like, super-friendly and funny.
Joy, who was my first friend in sng, though we've separated into different social circles now.
Denise, whom I didn't always use to like (haha), but I think now we're pretty okay friends.
Clarice, who today serenaded me with the song Do Re Mi.
Michelle (2D), who was the first person who taught me how to dribble the hockey ball, that time during the auditions.
Calida, who was an interesting desk partner last year.
Rachel Quek, who's transferred to Nanyang now, but was also an... interesting, err, scary desk partner.
Melissa, with whom I got along pretty well for a while last year.
Karina, who tried to make friends with me last year. Haha, I think she sort of gave up there.
Yoceeda, who's just great.
Vanessa, who's amusing, and who also loves Dannyl and his relationship with Tayend, and who one day suddenly burst out: "Sonea and Akkarin did it behind the waterfall! / Was Sonea on top and Akkarin below, or Akkarin on top and Sonea below?"
HAHA. I'd prefer her with Dorrien actually. Though I don't like Dorrien's name. Dorrien. Doris. Doris sounds flowery and stuffy and housewife-ly. Of course our ex-lit teacher wasn't really like that, but...
Doris. Dorrien. Ew.
anyway. Onwards!
Esther (Tan), who was a great desk partner.
Esther (Ng), who seems... well, nice.
Rachel Tong, just for the fact that she's a writer and she's nice. XD
I don't know why I'm doing this. But anyway. ZPS schoolmates:
ROBYN. Okay, you're my neighbour, but yeah, you still rock.
PEI YING. My on-off best friend from p4 and p5.
SARANYA. My first best friend in primary school.
ISAAC. Who was a really great guy friend.
CALEB. Who constantly constantly constantly fought with me, but he was nice.
JACQUE. She wasn't really any best friend of mine or anything, but we got along well.
PECK KHEE. Hahah, fellow shortie.
JESSIE. The first person I spoke to in my p1 class.
ZHALLYKA. Hey, hey, hey! I helped her with homework once in p1/2. And Mrs. Ang praised me for being a good group leader. XD But she's real nice, Zhallyka.
ZONG HAN. The funny guy.
JOSHUA. The other funny guy.
EUGENE YIP. The nice funny guy.
CLARENCE. The nice guy.
AMOS. Ditto.
and to others:
CHERYL. For being a great friend.
NICK. For being a great friend.
DOMINIC. For being a funny great friend.
YEU SHINQ. For being a great French-classmate.
NOURREDINE. For being a great French teacher.
ETIENNE. For attempting to be a great French teacher.
PAULA. OMG I can't believe I forgot you. GREAT FRIEND, duh.
AMANDA. For being a nice friend.
ALEXZNDRIA. I'm so sorry, I truly am, I think we all are. You were great and we didn't treasure you.
STACY. For being honest with me.
Liu Yi, who can always be counted on to do the dirty
Pei Hwa, who's a kickass artist, a super-funnay person with an eccentric dog who loves music (haha, like mine), a hamster that bites. She's the most artistic person I've ever met, just not as eccentric as Mr. Foo. And she's musical as well.
Kerina, who studies, who plans (sometimes excessively), who controls, who giggles. A lot. Who plays really really nice piano pieces.
Erin, who studies a lot, who always does her homework, who is a fellow bookworm, who can always be depended on. More or less.
Calista, who delights in tormenting me, (tickling me and coming up with lame comebacks falls into the category of torment), who apparently feels some connection with me, which is why she stalks and sits with me every single recess.
Mary-Anne, who's nice to talk to online, laugh at/with in school, and groan with over homework, tests and the like.
Ugenie, who is like, super-friendly and funny.
Joy, who was my first friend in sng, though we've separated into different social circles now.
Denise, whom I didn't always use to like (haha), but I think now we're pretty okay friends.
Clarice, who today serenaded me with the song Do Re Mi.
Michelle (2D), who was the first person who taught me how to dribble the hockey ball, that time during the auditions.
Calida, who was an interesting desk partner last year.
Rachel Quek, who's transferred to Nanyang now, but was also an... interesting, err, scary desk partner.
Melissa, with whom I got along pretty well for a while last year.
Karina, who tried to make friends with me last year. Haha, I think she sort of gave up there.
Yoceeda, who's just great.
Vanessa, who's amusing, and who also loves Dannyl and his relationship with Tayend, and who one day suddenly burst out: "Sonea and Akkarin did it behind the waterfall! / Was Sonea on top and Akkarin below, or Akkarin on top and Sonea below?"
HAHA. I'd prefer her with Dorrien actually. Though I don't like Dorrien's name. Dorrien. Doris. Doris sounds flowery and stuffy and housewife-ly. Of course our ex-lit teacher wasn't really like that, but...
Doris. Dorrien. Ew.
anyway. Onwards!
Esther (Tan), who was a great desk partner.
Esther (Ng), who seems... well, nice.
Rachel Tong, just for the fact that she's a writer and she's nice. XD
I don't know why I'm doing this. But anyway. ZPS schoolmates:
ROBYN. Okay, you're my neighbour, but yeah, you still rock.
PEI YING. My on-off best friend from p4 and p5.
SARANYA. My first best friend in primary school.
ISAAC. Who was a really great guy friend.
CALEB. Who constantly constantly constantly fought with me, but he was nice.
JACQUE. She wasn't really any best friend of mine or anything, but we got along well.
PECK KHEE. Hahah, fellow shortie.
JESSIE. The first person I spoke to in my p1 class.
ZHALLYKA. Hey, hey, hey! I helped her with homework once in p1/2. And Mrs. Ang praised me for being a good group leader. XD But she's real nice, Zhallyka.
ZONG HAN. The funny guy.
JOSHUA. The other funny guy.
EUGENE YIP. The nice funny guy.
CLARENCE. The nice guy.
AMOS. Ditto.
and to others:
CHERYL. For being a great friend.
NICK. For being a great friend.
DOMINIC. For being a funny great friend.
YEU SHINQ. For being a great French-classmate.
NOURREDINE. For being a great French teacher.
ETIENNE. For attempting to be a great French teacher.
PAULA. OMG I can't believe I forgot you. GREAT FRIEND, duh.
AMANDA. For being a nice friend.
ALEXZNDRIA. I'm so sorry, I truly am, I think we all are. You were great and we didn't treasure you.
STACY. For being honest with me.
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
F'shit. I've been slacking more than usual lately, and I keep telling myself it'll end, but it never does. Cyclecyclecyclecyclecycle. I don't feel like going to school, but no one does.
I got an A2 for a Maths test most of the class did badly in.
Pythagoras, congruency/similarity, something else.
I flunked the latter. Did pretty well for the others though. Congruency/similarity, fortunately, had minimal weightage. Scored 0 for a 5 marks question, hah. The rest pulled me up loads.
Shit, I'm getting complacent.
I got an A2 for a Maths test most of the class did badly in.
Pythagoras, congruency/similarity, something else.
I flunked the latter. Did pretty well for the others though. Congruency/similarity, fortunately, had minimal weightage. Scored 0 for a 5 marks question, hah. The rest pulled me up loads.
Shit, I'm getting complacent.
Hello, rain.
You've been coming rather frequently these days.
But shoo.
I want my hockey trainings back. :/
Only because I'm sick of physicals.
Up the stairs, down the stairs, gasp pant collapse.
Morning jog today. I JOGGED TWO ROUNDS INSTEAD OF THE USUAL THREE. But we were only supposed to do one round. Indoors, that is.
But enough of that.
All Star from Shrek. I swear I've heard that song before. And yes, I checked the lyrics, and hey - I have. When I was in primary 3. 'tis a remix or something? It was in the 1999 hits cd. I remember sitting in my dad's study room, that time at Highland Close, listening to this song which I thought rocked. Only of course then I hadn't learnt the word 'rocked' yet.
Well the years start coming and they don't stop coming
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
/
And all that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars break the mold
Haha, I love the lyrics. The tune is awfully catchy.
Saranya and Amanda just... appeared. And they're playing Soul Calibur II now. I used to play that everyday, version I. Soul Edge. SOPHITIA'S MINE, I SAY. MINE MINE MINE. And Seung Mina, and Cassandra, and Xiang Hua, and... nevermind.
What's the use, a-nyway. I rarely play it anymore.
but I shall die.
when we decide what to say,
that's just wrong, innit.
come on come dance la tango la tango or is it le?
and let's not trip!
waltz chacha tango cancan
la la la la la la la la
I love the cancan. I can play it on the piano. I can, oh yeah, I can I can.
IN THE POISONED ENTRAILS THROUGH.
omg -gags-
Someone just spiked my super high class red wine.
The ice we skate is gettin' pretty thin
The water's gettin' warm so we might as well swim
See, even Shrek agrees.
Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me
I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed
She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb
In the shape of an "L" on her forehead
awfully cute as well.
Christina Aguilera's Silent Night sounds pitiful in comparison to Bon Jovi's It's My Life, but see, that's why people think women are inferior as compared to men. So chant with me: SILENT NIGHT ROCKS SILENT NIGHT ROCKS yeah?
Besides. Christina rocks.
to-day we had Angelalina Jolie, which was goddamned hilarious, trying out pimple cream, and the money-crazy Teo Liang. English Enrichment, sales advertisement.
Our groups were divided according to... height. We stood in one straight line, shortest to tallest. Divided into four.
But of course, I'm at the slighter end of the line.
And ironically, our group chose to advertise a shrinking potion.
I was the doctor. Su Xian, show us how you shrunk.
My lines were quite impromptu, and I broke out into a semi-fit of giggles, but other than that it was fun.
It has been clinically proven that after drinking our shrinking potion, you are less likely to bump into things.
You've been coming rather frequently these days.
But shoo.
I want my hockey trainings back. :/
Only because I'm sick of physicals.
Up the stairs, down the stairs, gasp pant collapse.
Morning jog today. I JOGGED TWO ROUNDS INSTEAD OF THE USUAL THREE. But we were only supposed to do one round. Indoors, that is.
But enough of that.
All Star from Shrek. I swear I've heard that song before. And yes, I checked the lyrics, and hey - I have. When I was in primary 3. 'tis a remix or something? It was in the 1999 hits cd. I remember sitting in my dad's study room, that time at Highland Close, listening to this song which I thought rocked. Only of course then I hadn't learnt the word 'rocked' yet.
Well the years start coming and they don't stop coming
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
/
And all that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars break the mold
Haha, I love the lyrics. The tune is awfully catchy.
Saranya and Amanda just... appeared. And they're playing Soul Calibur II now. I used to play that everyday, version I. Soul Edge. SOPHITIA'S MINE, I SAY. MINE MINE MINE. And Seung Mina, and Cassandra, and Xiang Hua, and... nevermind.
What's the use, a-nyway. I rarely play it anymore.
but I shall die.
when we decide what to say,
that's just wrong, innit.
come on come dance la tango la tango or is it le?
and let's not trip!
waltz chacha tango cancan
la la la la la la la la
I love the cancan. I can play it on the piano. I can, oh yeah, I can I can.
IN THE POISONED ENTRAILS THROUGH.
omg -gags-
Someone just spiked my super high class red wine.
The ice we skate is gettin' pretty thin
The water's gettin' warm so we might as well swim
See, even Shrek agrees.
Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me
I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed
She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb
In the shape of an "L" on her forehead
awfully cute as well.
Christina Aguilera's Silent Night sounds pitiful in comparison to Bon Jovi's It's My Life, but see, that's why people think women are inferior as compared to men. So chant with me: SILENT NIGHT ROCKS SILENT NIGHT ROCKS yeah?
Besides. Christina rocks.
to-day we had Angelalina Jolie, which was goddamned hilarious, trying out pimple cream, and the money-crazy Teo Liang. English Enrichment, sales advertisement.
Our groups were divided according to... height. We stood in one straight line, shortest to tallest. Divided into four.
But of course, I'm at the slighter end of the line.
And ironically, our group chose to advertise a shrinking potion.
I was the doctor. Su Xian, show us how you shrunk.
My lines were quite impromptu, and I broke out into a semi-fit of giggles, but other than that it was fun.
It has been clinically proven that after drinking our shrinking potion, you are less likely to bump into things.
Monday, April 17, 2006
I've got paper.
Yessss. I cannot live without paper. Save the earth.
oh noes. shalalalala.
I know I flunked my MEP test, I did not fart, I didn't bring my pencil. Now that treble clefs and stuff are required, my loss of a pencil is felt even more keenly.
I knew I had some affinity with the colour green.
And by the way, they're repainting the yellow railings green! OH YES OH PRAISE THE LORD. If there is a lord. I mean- nevermind.
I need to practise my scales.
And it was a lyric soprano voice, right?
And the recitative part. Shucks.
If I'm not getting an A for 2.4, I shall jump off-
somewhere. Am open to suggestions.
Now I'm not really sure who reads my blog and who doesn't. And I've forgotten how to password protect this. I miss Celia. And Mus/Irma.
Thrice the brinded cat hath mewed.
Thrice, and once the hedge pig whined.
Harpier cries, 'tis time, 'tis time.
Round about the cauldron go,
In the poisoned entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone,
Days and nights has thirty one.
Sweltered venom, sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' th' charmed pot.
Ay, sir, all this is so- but why
Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?
Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites,
And show the best of our delights.
I'll charm the air to give a sound,
while you perform your antic round,
that this great king may kindly say,
our duties did his welcome pay.
I love the extreme evilness of the witches. The sarcasm is delicious.
Didn't feel like blogging much last night. Haven't had the time today except for this post. To-morrow, perhaps, but I think not. Science remedial. Haven't had remedial in my entire secondary school life, previously. But I like remedial.
Just hope I get home in time for piano. I need two pieces by next monday, at such short notice.
That this great king may kindly say,
our duties did his welcome pay.
Stupid Macbeth.
Yessss. I cannot live without paper. Save the earth.
oh noes. shalalalala.
I know I flunked my MEP test, I did not fart, I didn't bring my pencil. Now that treble clefs and stuff are required, my loss of a pencil is felt even more keenly.
I knew I had some affinity with the colour green.
And by the way, they're repainting the yellow railings green! OH YES OH PRAISE THE LORD. If there is a lord. I mean- nevermind.
I need to practise my scales.
And it was a lyric soprano voice, right?
And the recitative part. Shucks.
If I'm not getting an A for 2.4, I shall jump off-
somewhere. Am open to suggestions.
Now I'm not really sure who reads my blog and who doesn't. And I've forgotten how to password protect this. I miss Celia. And Mus/Irma.
Thrice the brinded cat hath mewed.
Thrice, and once the hedge pig whined.
Harpier cries, 'tis time, 'tis time.
Round about the cauldron go,
In the poisoned entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone,
Days and nights has thirty one.
Sweltered venom, sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' th' charmed pot.
Ay, sir, all this is so- but why
Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?
Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites,
And show the best of our delights.
I'll charm the air to give a sound,
while you perform your antic round,
that this great king may kindly say,
our duties did his welcome pay.
I love the extreme evilness of the witches. The sarcasm is delicious.
Didn't feel like blogging much last night. Haven't had the time today except for this post. To-morrow, perhaps, but I think not. Science remedial. Haven't had remedial in my entire secondary school life, previously. But I like remedial.
Just hope I get home in time for piano. I need two pieces by next monday, at such short notice.
That this great king may kindly say,
our duties did his welcome pay.
Stupid Macbeth.
Sunday, April 16, 2006
It shall be interesting to note that... that... I have lost my stapler. Shit.
Mind, it ain't no ordinary stapler.
I lost my eraser two months ago. My pencil lead broke and my mechanical pencil's outta lead, two months ago. I've survived.
Yes, on pens and rulers and staplers and scissors alone.
But I cannot live without my stapler!
You know, you know, the blue 'Drugs Destroy' one they gave us on our last day as Zhonghua students.
That's it. I'm going on a house-wide search for that precious little thing. And in the meanwhile steal some erasers and pencils.
I'm also in need of a blue pen and a red pen.
Donations would be very much appreciated.
So would comments.
Mind, it ain't no ordinary stapler.
I lost my eraser two months ago. My pencil lead broke and my mechanical pencil's outta lead, two months ago. I've survived.
Yes, on pens and rulers and staplers and scissors alone.
But I cannot live without my stapler!
You know, you know, the blue 'Drugs Destroy' one they gave us on our last day as Zhonghua students.
That's it. I'm going on a house-wide search for that precious little thing. And in the meanwhile steal some erasers and pencils.
I'm also in need of a blue pen and a red pen.
Donations would be very much appreciated.
So would comments.
Saturday, April 15, 2006
And wears upon his baby brow the round and top of sovereignity!
XD
Pei Hwa was darn funny today. Thanks for the cake, Erin. Thanks for the garbage song (where'd it get it's name from?), Liu Yi.
We always say things we don't mean:
Shut up.
Stop it.
It's okay.
Sorry leh.
Sorry.
I'm so fat lorhz.
I'm so stressed lorhz.
I love you.
I hate you.
Just another of life's beautiful crayons.
XD
Pei Hwa was darn funny today. Thanks for the cake, Erin. Thanks for the garbage song (where'd it get it's name from?), Liu Yi.
We always say things we don't mean:
Shut up.
Stop it.
It's okay.
Sorry leh.
Sorry.
I'm so fat lorhz.
I'm so stressed lorhz.
I love you.
I hate you.
Just another of life's beautiful crayons.
But that's the way this weirdweirdweird world works.
Started on homework at about 4.30. Did a few questions, got tired, fell asleep, woke up at around 7. My first thoughts were, "Oh my god, I need green tea."
Which I have, right now, beside me. Elixir of life!
In coffee city!
Things have changed a lot, with my family.
Kenn Ji's no longer with Christy. I still remember Clarissa, Kenn Ji, Christy and I having a game of Pay Day in his house. Christy practically lived in his house.
Gimm's not with Fiona anymore, though I expect that to be old day news. She teaches in Rulang primary, and my cousin on another side from that school knows her. I remember standing outside Gimm's car in Sentosa, Fiona opening the boot and giving away gifts from a box.
Anyway, sometime after CNY Gimm had a hushed up unexpected wedding to a girl named Chew Rui or something. She's okay. She's got the Singlish look, but a rather clear/precise/refined voice.
Lilian's had a couple of boyfriends so far, but I think she's serious about this one.
Kelly/Min Lee both are attached, I think, but I'm not sure.
Tricia's still going single, as is Bryan - or maybe not. Kenn Ji and Ah Fai joked, on gran's cremation day, that whenever there's a Bryan there's bound to be a lady involved. XD
Though Robyn thinks he's a sissy because he wears a hairband, which she thought at first to be pink, but it's actually white.
Ah Fai seems perpetually single.
hmm. All my cousins leaving one by one.
Terry and Sharon are ageless.
Sherlinn's married, but no ceremony or anything - yet?
Gosh. It sounds so weird.
Sherlinn's married.
Shut up.
But Joon's nice, anyway.
hey look, hey look hey look!
My first few friendster testimonials, haha. Yesterday was the anniversary and I didn't even know.
Daryl Posted 04/14/2005
Since u so poor thing..no testi...yourUncle shall be really really kind and writeu one*smiles and teeth shines*....u r abit mad....but...insanity is an art...soyour artistic value is not bad...Lol...yourstories r well respected....her english ispro.Too pro for you to noe.kk..she if shegets too proud it will be a problem.....Write me a testi!!!better if it is a novel!!!
-
madcap Daryl, hahah. My uncle, distantly related.
Though isn't 'testi' like, the plural of...
-
-bry Posted 06/29/2005
heya!i'm writing a testimonal for u...i so blur.. din even know i din write 4 u...haha, anyways, stacy is a nice personwho will willingly listen to ur problems..and her writing skills are so... PrO...unlike me... haha... ur a gr8 person toknow! stay happiex!
-
heh, yeah.
The next is by my cousin James, who wrote a seriously long one with manymanymany spaces and stuff, so I won't bother posting it. The usual stuff. (:
-
I feel so loved.
But I'd feel more loved if someone would comment. Use the comment feature, you non-hairy apes! Below, click! -cough-
My first few friendster testimonials, haha. Yesterday was the anniversary and I didn't even know.
Daryl Posted 04/14/2005
Since u so poor thing..no testi...yourUncle shall be really really kind and writeu one*smiles and teeth shines*....u r abit mad....but...insanity is an art...soyour artistic value is not bad...Lol...yourstories r well respected....her english ispro.Too pro for you to noe.kk..she if shegets too proud it will be a problem.....Write me a testi!!!better if it is a novel!!!
-
madcap Daryl, hahah. My uncle, distantly related.
Though isn't 'testi' like, the plural of...
-
-bry Posted 06/29/2005
heya!i'm writing a testimonal for u...i so blur.. din even know i din write 4 u...haha, anyways, stacy is a nice personwho will willingly listen to ur problems..and her writing skills are so... PrO...unlike me... haha... ur a gr8 person toknow! stay happiex!
-
heh, yeah.
The next is by my cousin James, who wrote a seriously long one with manymanymany spaces and stuff, so I won't bother posting it. The usual stuff. (:
-
I feel so loved.
But I'd feel more loved if someone would comment. Use the comment feature, you non-hairy apes! Below, click! -cough-
Aw. Isn't that the cutest widdle thing you ever saw.The beaver from Narnia, yay yay for beavers and cups.
Resting on my speaker thing.
Evility perched upon a gray dais, backed by a gray wall.
The wall isn't gray. It just looks gray.
I'm listening to Robyn's favourite song.
Lyla
I prefer... I don't really prefer anything.
Though Christina Anguilera's Beautiful is la best.
hmm. People keep calling me Judy. The count remains... three.
Everything Burns by Anastacia is really nice, but the lyrics seem rather pointless.
It's My Life, Bon Jovi
pretty good, I guess.
and it's now or never
haha, ha, ha.
Forgive me, Robyn. I couldn't stand Lyla anymore and stopped the song halfway.
My soul yearns for the national library. -cough-
Unfortunately, to-day's homeworkloaded.
As is tomorrow.
I shall weep for the sanctuary of primary school and the library.
Even sng's library feels unsafe.
ZHONGHUA, MY SWEET ZHONGHUA.
I shall be going there next saturday, I hope.
by the way, Greg, in case you wondered:
I've got the full brochure for Mobile, that film thing you wanted to watch.
Rather sparse description.
A unique collaboration involving artists from Singapore, Thailand, the Philippines and Japan, Mobile deals with stories of women and men who are affected by movement and migration. As the world becomes more mobile, has it also become more foreign?
It's on 17-18 June, Drama Centre Theatre, wherever that is.
honestly, it doesn't sound very appealing to me. ^^;
The photography exhibits still pwn.
And shit, my French exam's next week.
Caution, darlings, caution. Approach slowly, because the woman is not the hunter.
Man is.
rawr. I fall into this stereotype, but I used to be so energetic, no time to spare, always in pursuit.
come 'ere, come 'ere.
The Corrs rock. They do. Someone comment!
red cross
Primary school red cross seems like an eons away memory.
Like it never happened.
hm, look at me scream!
http://www.friendster.com/profiles/dinadinadina
Like it never happened.
hm, look at me scream!
http://www.friendster.com/profiles/dinadinadina
Friday, April 14, 2006
think
Somehow I can't remember the last time I had a late night (early morning) conversation with anyone. As in, those really long conversations where words come in effortless torrents. Where you don't really care about what you say, uninhibited, hard to find in real life because they're totally free of self-consciousness.
So if I'm on messenger, click on my nickname and start talking to me, because I'm conversation-starved.
Gosh, I've actually resorted to this. A-nyway, as you can see, no tagboard - do spend some time using blogger's comment thingy instead.
Just returned from ji-gu's house. His neighbourhood, somewhere in Bedok, is really really nice. One of those pretty quaint untouchedbymodernization maze of streets, sort of like Serangoon/ColchesterConistonCardiff, but nicer. Playgrounds lit, lamplight and moonlight, so pretty. I visited the playground there. Funny, it used to seem so big, when I was younger, tinier, a small mite of a kid. I love the swings and the stairs.
I miss the see-saws at the old Colchester park.
I feel nostalgic, and the song isn't helping, but I don't want helping.
We were watching the 9pm show, forgot which channel, Ah Fai-Bryan-Gresilda-Clarissa-Veltrice-Stefi-Me.
Ah Fai was sitting next to me, my right, and beside Ah Fai was Bryan. Bryan said something to Ah Fai that sounded like it involved my name, and... nevermind. I didn't understand anything anyway.
but that's not the point. Bryan seems appalled at my reading capacity, because I was reading Anita Brookner's Providence during all the commercial breaks. Reading, hahah. He was all, "What for?"
There isn't really a reason. If there is, it doesn't matter.
I feel so disconnected with my female cousins. Sherlinn/tricia/lillian/kelly/minlee/gresilda/sharon/veltrice/clarissa. I used to be really close to most of them.
The idea of havin' an elder brother appeals to me more than the prospect of an older sister. The latter brings forth impressions of a made up bimbo strutting from room to room in search of her imitation Louis Vuitton handbag. The former...
okay, I know the whole protective-older-brother thing is a horrible stereotype, and I'm being kind of chauvinistic here by thinking that males give some sort of sturdiness, but that's my current opinion, at least until I'm proved otherwise.
WORLD WORLD WORLD.
the profound new cousin at the playground, the crushed snail, the bus stop, the breathing and running, the ruined dreams of France.
The moon playing on the sand.
I'm usually the last one to start having dinner, so when I went today, when dinner started at about 8, everyone was asking me,
why don't you eat? Have you eaten yet? Not hungry ah?
My body is kind of programmed for dinner at about 8-9, and on those days when I have dinner at 7 (which is very often, because of my mum's insistence) I feel rather disconcerted afterwards. Unless of course I happen to be extra hungry.
I can feel the rain in my hair.
The wet black pants and blue shirt sweltering away in a washing machine.
sweltered venom, sleeping got.
haha, Macbeth rocks.
It's one of the easier plays to analyze, I think. Everything's so raw, laid bare. The raw is always easier to observed than the cooked, where everything's changed and the root ingredients are hidden under facades of golden brown crusts. Ovened.
Or maybe I'm just being naive. :/
i am beautiful
no matter what they say
words can't(?) bring me down
i am beautiful in every single way
yes words can't (?) bring me down
so don't you bring me down
So if I'm on messenger, click on my nickname and start talking to me, because I'm conversation-starved.
Gosh, I've actually resorted to this. A-nyway, as you can see, no tagboard - do spend some time using blogger's comment thingy instead.
Just returned from ji-gu's house. His neighbourhood, somewhere in Bedok, is really really nice. One of those pretty quaint untouchedbymodernization maze of streets, sort of like Serangoon/ColchesterConistonCardiff, but nicer. Playgrounds lit, lamplight and moonlight, so pretty. I visited the playground there. Funny, it used to seem so big, when I was younger, tinier, a small mite of a kid. I love the swings and the stairs.
I miss the see-saws at the old Colchester park.
I feel nostalgic, and the song isn't helping, but I don't want helping.
We were watching the 9pm show, forgot which channel, Ah Fai-Bryan-Gresilda-Clarissa-Veltrice-Stefi-Me.
Ah Fai was sitting next to me, my right, and beside Ah Fai was Bryan. Bryan said something to Ah Fai that sounded like it involved my name, and... nevermind. I didn't understand anything anyway.
but that's not the point. Bryan seems appalled at my reading capacity, because I was reading Anita Brookner's Providence during all the commercial breaks. Reading, hahah. He was all, "What for?"
There isn't really a reason. If there is, it doesn't matter.
I feel so disconnected with my female cousins. Sherlinn/tricia/lillian/kelly/minlee/gresilda/sharon/veltrice/clarissa. I used to be really close to most of them.
The idea of havin' an elder brother appeals to me more than the prospect of an older sister. The latter brings forth impressions of a made up bimbo strutting from room to room in search of her imitation Louis Vuitton handbag. The former...
okay, I know the whole protective-older-brother thing is a horrible stereotype, and I'm being kind of chauvinistic here by thinking that males give some sort of sturdiness, but that's my current opinion, at least until I'm proved otherwise.
WORLD WORLD WORLD.
the profound new cousin at the playground, the crushed snail, the bus stop, the breathing and running, the ruined dreams of France.
The moon playing on the sand.
I'm usually the last one to start having dinner, so when I went today, when dinner started at about 8, everyone was asking me,
why don't you eat? Have you eaten yet? Not hungry ah?
My body is kind of programmed for dinner at about 8-9, and on those days when I have dinner at 7 (which is very often, because of my mum's insistence) I feel rather disconcerted afterwards. Unless of course I happen to be extra hungry.
I can feel the rain in my hair.
The wet black pants and blue shirt sweltering away in a washing machine.
sweltered venom, sleeping got.
haha, Macbeth rocks.
It's one of the easier plays to analyze, I think. Everything's so raw, laid bare. The raw is always easier to observed than the cooked, where everything's changed and the root ingredients are hidden under facades of golden brown crusts. Ovened.
Or maybe I'm just being naive. :/
i am beautiful
no matter what they say
words can't(?) bring me down
i am beautiful in every single way
yes words can't (?) bring me down
so don't you bring me down
let's let's let's
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
Open, locks.
Whoever knocks.
oh yes, je suis ici.
that radio tinniness.
Freaky Friday is hilarious, I know, I know, I laughed.
though I don't like Jake's sudden change of heart. Common sense-defying. The scriptwriter's just lazy.
Common sense isn't common. (:
1. the remembered (and forgotten) (12/48)
2. blood (1/19)
3. the big picture (2/33)
4. missing jigsaw bits (8/27)
5. alliance francaise! (0/5)
6. gaia-online (0/2)
7. chocolate and vanilla (1/6)
my msn contacts are quite divided.
Guess where you guys stand.
Chocolate is loved!
Sense is forgiven.
let the good times roll
nothing feels better than letting go
free your mind
let the whole world know
I'll open my mouth first.
I just gave the phrase 'bathing in the rain' a whole new meaning.
Something wicked this way comes.
Open, locks.
Whoever knocks.
oh yes, je suis ici.
that radio tinniness.
Freaky Friday is hilarious, I know, I know, I laughed.
though I don't like Jake's sudden change of heart. Common sense-defying. The scriptwriter's just lazy.
Common sense isn't common. (:
1. the remembered (and forgotten) (12/48)
2. blood (1/19)
3. the big picture (2/33)
4. missing jigsaw bits (8/27)
5. alliance francaise! (0/5)
6. gaia-online (0/2)
7. chocolate and vanilla (1/6)
my msn contacts are quite divided.
Guess where you guys stand.
Chocolate is loved!
Sense is forgiven.
let the good times roll
nothing feels better than letting go
free your mind
let the whole world know
I'll open my mouth first.
I just gave the phrase 'bathing in the rain' a whole new meaning.
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