It's official; the world is way too small. There have been too many coincidences, lately! I'm quite surprised. I won't bother to explain, because it's blxxdy 1am in the morning, (actually, 1.15am) and my fingers could break any moment. I won't explain tomorrow, or rather today either, because there's too much to explain. Too many coincidences!
I've always been sucker for coincidences, because they're always so LONG and take ages to explain.
Oh, well. I've just realized how short I really am. :T
I didn't see SMJ today. Sad, ain't it?
Ciao.
Sunday, May 08, 2005
Saturday, May 07, 2005
From The Heart
Some people are immature. I'm not saying this as an immature, spoilt, intolerant brat who loves to gossip. I'm saying this from the heart - they really are immature. It's a tad hard to find the immaturity in them, but once you find a trace of it, the rest comes tumbling out.
During hockey yesterday, E and M were really horrible to D. D is the goalkeeper, so coach let her play in our mini-match for a treat. But then E and M were like, so reluctant to let her play in their team. She HAD to play in their team, though, because our team had once extra player already. How horrible! It's old news that they don't like D, but surely they don't need to show their dislike for D blatantly? D was rather angry, and she was protesting that she wanted to play... E and M can be REALLY mean sometimes.
Thus I spun around and told E, rather harshly, to simply let D play. She didn't retort, and neither did M. After that, when I walked away with D, I advised her loudly not to listen to their crap. I hope they heard me.
Look, I know this sounds petty, bitchy, catfight-ish and all, but you really have a right to know that I never was a good girl.
During hockey yesterday, E and M were really horrible to D. D is the goalkeeper, so coach let her play in our mini-match for a treat. But then E and M were like, so reluctant to let her play in their team. She HAD to play in their team, though, because our team had once extra player already. How horrible! It's old news that they don't like D, but surely they don't need to show their dislike for D blatantly? D was rather angry, and she was protesting that she wanted to play... E and M can be REALLY mean sometimes.
Thus I spun around and told E, rather harshly, to simply let D play. She didn't retort, and neither did M. After that, when I walked away with D, I advised her loudly not to listen to their crap. I hope they heard me.
Look, I know this sounds petty, bitchy, catfight-ish and all, but you really have a right to know that I never was a good girl.
Thursday, May 05, 2005
23 Days to the June Holidays
23 Days to the June Holidays
5th May 2005
Visit more often if you want a daily countdown to the merciful June holidays. (:
Tomorrow, it'll be 22 days more. And after tomorrow, it's Saturday - the start of the public holidays. Give me a moment or so to calculate...In all truth, it's 17 school days to the hols, including today (check date mentioned above.)
I think I scored a Gold for my NAPFA test. I jumped an astounding short distance of 160cm for the Standing Broad Jump, and a horribly horrible length of 36cm for the Sit and Reach. But now, the good news. I broke a personal record - 53 sit ups! Of course, it isn't that impressive as compared to some other true blue sports girls. I did 25 pull-ups; Ms Lim actually praised me! Oh, I really don't mean to boast; please don't see me as some overly-conceited brat. But Miss Lim is the strictest PE teacher in SNG, who happens to dress like a male, by the way, and she praised me. Praise! Praise the lord. And lastly, I chocked up a total of 10.8 seconds for my shuttle run. Don't mind me, but...
Oh, bother. I can't be bothered to cheer, not at the moment.
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Just blxxdy click that link! =)
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
Oh, right.
I ran my 2.4km jog today; bloody, I don't know how I survived it. 6 rounds around the track. Jeez. I came in third in the class. Christabel was first and Rachel Q. was second; whoa, I didn't know Christabel was so fit. But then again, she's in Swimming, and she swims everyday. My stamina used to be pretty good when I swam every week.
Poor Ugenie. She's actually a really fast runner - lots of stamina - but she happened to have a stomach ache and had lots of cramps, something like that, so she ended up stopping half-way. She could've been third. She's not allowed to have a re-run, and when she found out, she was like crying. Nevermind. There's always next year.
My time was 13.39minutes. It could've been less, because I walked short distances of about 3m, twice, during the last round. I was really tired. Oh, well. There's always next year. I swear that next year, I won't stop jogging. Honestly, I sprinted almost the whole of the sixth round except for the parts where I walked!
25 days to the June Holidays.
3rd May 2005
Irony Me
Poor Ugenie. She's actually a really fast runner - lots of stamina - but she happened to have a stomach ache and had lots of cramps, something like that, so she ended up stopping half-way. She could've been third. She's not allowed to have a re-run, and when she found out, she was like crying. Nevermind. There's always next year.
My time was 13.39minutes. It could've been less, because I walked short distances of about 3m, twice, during the last round. I was really tired. Oh, well. There's always next year. I swear that next year, I won't stop jogging. Honestly, I sprinted almost the whole of the sixth round except for the parts where I walked!
25 days to the June Holidays.
3rd May 2005
Irony Me
Monday, May 02, 2005
Religious Rambles
I never really was a Christian. I'm not baptized, I don't believe, and I never had the faith. People say that one day, I'll need a religion to fall back on. Well, I don't believe in them.
All I need is my faith in myself to fall back on.
When people believe in God, they pray to him in predicaments, and then they supposedly gain self-confidence again. But really, it's a psychological thing. They think that their God has given them power, thus their mind self renews its confidence. Religion is all psychology, maybe. I am a self-decided freethinker, because ^ (see first paragraph).
Or, from another angle, religion is just faith in ourselves which seems like faith in others. It's for the not so psychologically independant people. Oh, ignore me. That was said on the spur of the moment. But it seems true.
All the Goddesses are one, and all the Gods are one. Point to ponder.
P.S. Thanks to http://-appergal-.blogspot.com (Robyn) for prompting this post.
P.S.S. From the third of May, inclusive, it's 25 days to the June Holidays!
All I need is my faith in myself to fall back on.
When people believe in God, they pray to him in predicaments, and then they supposedly gain self-confidence again. But really, it's a psychological thing. They think that their God has given them power, thus their mind self renews its confidence. Religion is all psychology, maybe. I am a self-decided freethinker, because ^ (see first paragraph).
Or, from another angle, religion is just faith in ourselves which seems like faith in others. It's for the not so psychologically independant people. Oh, ignore me. That was said on the spur of the moment. But it seems true.
All the Goddesses are one, and all the Gods are one. Point to ponder.
P.S. Thanks to http://-appergal-.blogspot.com (Robyn) for prompting this post.
P.S.S. From the third of May, inclusive, it's 25 days to the June Holidays!
Countdown
3rd May
Countdown to the June Holidays - 25 days, inclusive of the date mentioned above.
P.S. This is actually the 2nd of May, but I'm stating it as the 3rd of May because the 2nd of May is going to end soon.
Countdown to the June Holidays - 25 days, inclusive of the date mentioned above.
P.S. This is actually the 2nd of May, but I'm stating it as the 3rd of May because the 2nd of May is going to end soon.
.X.
I've told Amanda a secret in exchange for hers. A big secret. But I trust that she'll keep my secret if I keep hers.
There are hidden treasures within the spider's web.
Swimming
I like to lie. I love to lie. I adore lying! That's another thing pertaining to irony, as I don't like being lied to. Think about it.
Today Joy, Yoceeda, and I did our EL board game and Science project for about three hours. We knocked off at 3pm. Yoceeda left a little earlier. Then I took a LONG route, starting with taking bus 269 to the interchange, and then waiting for hell knows how long before bus 136 arrived. Then I took 136 to that bus stop opposite Guardian for the first time. Thank goodness Robyn didn't lie to me that 136 went to that particular bus stop. Thank goodness I had the guts to trust her.
Yeah, so I took a short walk to the department store and bought some brass clips for my History Wayang Kulit project. Sigh. I haven't started yet; it's due next Monday! Oh, darn it. Then I walked back home, deliberately taking an extra long route because I liked to walk. Psh.
And then I reached home, and logged onto the computer, so now I'm online, blogging.
Jeez. It's 4.45pm now, and at 5pm I'm going to start packing my bag for school tomorrow, or I'll be stuck staying up all night, frantically trying to find my books. Well, maybe not frantically. Maybe desperately. Yeah.
Not so sincerely yours, (I like to lie)
Irony Me
P.S. Appearances can deceive, you know. I never was a good girl. (:
Today Joy, Yoceeda, and I did our EL board game and Science project for about three hours. We knocked off at 3pm. Yoceeda left a little earlier. Then I took a LONG route, starting with taking bus 269 to the interchange, and then waiting for hell knows how long before bus 136 arrived. Then I took 136 to that bus stop opposite Guardian for the first time. Thank goodness Robyn didn't lie to me that 136 went to that particular bus stop. Thank goodness I had the guts to trust her.
Yeah, so I took a short walk to the department store and bought some brass clips for my History Wayang Kulit project. Sigh. I haven't started yet; it's due next Monday! Oh, darn it. Then I walked back home, deliberately taking an extra long route because I liked to walk. Psh.
And then I reached home, and logged onto the computer, so now I'm online, blogging.
Jeez. It's 4.45pm now, and at 5pm I'm going to start packing my bag for school tomorrow, or I'll be stuck staying up all night, frantically trying to find my books. Well, maybe not frantically. Maybe desperately. Yeah.
Not so sincerely yours, (I like to lie)
Irony Me
P.S. Appearances can deceive, you know. I never was a good girl. (:
Muse
Paula thinks SMJ is 'Shi Mushroom Jie'. Ha, if only she knew. The phrase mentioned is utterly ridiculous.
Today, we had a spar meeting at Amanda's house. For the first time, it was really spar. Stacy, Paula, Amanda, Robyn. Amanda's parents are overprotective; she's not allowed to come out at night, so we guys go over to her house instead. To see our thoughts, go to http://spar-rantings.blogspot.com.
Oh, and Robyn doesn't like this layout. She says that the words are too cluttered. Weird. :( I think the words seem clearer now. Oh, well. I guess our computers are different. She didn't like the previous layout, either. Jeez. In June or December I might make my own blog layout. Maybe.
Oh, JEEZ! It's really late at night. Well, really early in the morning. I must be pretty tired, because I keep making grammar mistakes here and there, and I keep missing out alphabets occasionally. I have to keep retyping them, because I'm a wee bit obssessed with at least perfect grammar in my posts. I'm an English freak, after all. Note the word 'freak'.
The hockey team is so anti-unity. So is my class, 1Faith.
I prefer 6A 2004. Sweet memories. I still haven't learnt to let go; who does? I'm deciding to leave that task to time.
Oh, by the way, the monitresses in my class are definitely not role-models when it comes to discipline. Jeez, Emily had her belt WAY too low. All the other monitresses sport low belts, too. I'm not too sure about ankle socks.
Oh, bother. Why am I even bothering to say these? Farmer Wongie, as Michelle dubs him, is more of a scarecrow than a farmer. Farmer indeed. Psh.
P.S. It's official. My hockey coach hates me; maybe.
Today, we had a spar meeting at Amanda's house. For the first time, it was really spar. Stacy, Paula, Amanda, Robyn. Amanda's parents are overprotective; she's not allowed to come out at night, so we guys go over to her house instead. To see our thoughts, go to http://spar-rantings.blogspot.com.
Oh, and Robyn doesn't like this layout. She says that the words are too cluttered. Weird. :( I think the words seem clearer now. Oh, well. I guess our computers are different. She didn't like the previous layout, either. Jeez. In June or December I might make my own blog layout. Maybe.
Oh, JEEZ! It's really late at night. Well, really early in the morning. I must be pretty tired, because I keep making grammar mistakes here and there, and I keep missing out alphabets occasionally. I have to keep retyping them, because I'm a wee bit obssessed with at least perfect grammar in my posts. I'm an English freak, after all. Note the word 'freak'.
The hockey team is so anti-unity. So is my class, 1Faith.
I prefer 6A 2004. Sweet memories. I still haven't learnt to let go; who does? I'm deciding to leave that task to time.
Oh, by the way, the monitresses in my class are definitely not role-models when it comes to discipline. Jeez, Emily had her belt WAY too low. All the other monitresses sport low belts, too. I'm not too sure about ankle socks.
Oh, bother. Why am I even bothering to say these? Farmer Wongie, as Michelle dubs him, is more of a scarecrow than a farmer. Farmer indeed. Psh.
P.S. It's official. My hockey coach hates me; maybe.
Sunday, May 01, 2005
Oh, bother
I hope to see SMJ today.
You know what? I have only made progress of one question (three parts) for my Maths project since I started. It's really hard, and some answers I haven't found on the internet though I've been searching for ages! I grit my teeth and set myself to endure another round of searching.
I look forward to six o'clock, when I will drop all my work and go out cycling. A girl needs to relax, you know. This is currently my break; I will start work again at 4pm, which is in about six minutes.
Surprisingly, I don't feel stressed at the amount of work. I can just bury my head in a pillow and force myself to work, and then all my worries will be erased from my mind. But well, I suppose the stress will start to build up when the datelines approach - which is, this Friday.
Oh, bother.
Diana Degarmo's songs are really nice. 'Emotional' and 'I Dream of You' are nice. Emotional. (:
Unfortunately, I have no one to dream of when I feel upset.
This leads me to ponder Robyn's "I'd rather do Maths than have a boyfriend" motto.
I disagree with that statement.
I'd rather do English than have a boyfriend.
Thinking again, having a boyfriend might be fun. There'll be a best friend for you to talk to; you can see things in the male perspective, and you have someone to brag about. :) Lol, of course I'm joking. If I had a boyfriend, I would not
brag about him. So there. But yeah, he can be my friend. A real friend is someone I lack.
Anyway, though we can have fun with boyfriends, we can also have fun without them. There.
You know what? I have only made progress of one question (three parts) for my Maths project since I started. It's really hard, and some answers I haven't found on the internet though I've been searching for ages! I grit my teeth and set myself to endure another round of searching.
I look forward to six o'clock, when I will drop all my work and go out cycling. A girl needs to relax, you know. This is currently my break; I will start work again at 4pm, which is in about six minutes.
Surprisingly, I don't feel stressed at the amount of work. I can just bury my head in a pillow and force myself to work, and then all my worries will be erased from my mind. But well, I suppose the stress will start to build up when the datelines approach - which is, this Friday.
Oh, bother.
Diana Degarmo's songs are really nice. 'Emotional' and 'I Dream of You' are nice. Emotional. (:
Unfortunately, I have no one to dream of when I feel upset.
This leads me to ponder Robyn's "I'd rather do Maths than have a boyfriend" motto.
I disagree with that statement.
I'd rather do English than have a boyfriend.
Thinking again, having a boyfriend might be fun. There'll be a best friend for you to talk to; you can see things in the male perspective, and you have someone to brag about. :) Lol, of course I'm joking. If I had a boyfriend, I would not
brag about him. So there. But yeah, he can be my friend. A real friend is someone I lack.
Anyway, though we can have fun with boyfriends, we can also have fun without them. There.
I ain't
I'm listening to J. Lo's 'Hold You Down' currently. I like that song. I love J. Lo and Christina Anguilera. (: Britney Spears is old news, and that good girl image worked best for her. Jesse McCartney rocks! Raven Symoné is cool. I have a rather bad impression of Lindsay Lohan. I used to like Hilary Duff, but now I'm tired of her. She's better off as an actress. Avril Lavigne is the ice-queen. Cool. Skye Sweetnam is too sweet. Someone lend me a toothbrush? Kelly Clarkson rocks!
Chinese Pop is a pathetic imitation of Western Pop. C'mon, return to your roots. The Gu Zheng sounds nicer.
One of my favourite LJ fanfictions has just been completed. It's written by Bottled-Message-Inc, and you can read the story at http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1985639/1/. Be warned - the last chapter has loads of fluff. I was cringing a little.
Oh, and you can read my LJ fanfiction at http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2321045/1/. =) Do review! No one I know has reviewed it...yet, hopefully. You can skip the Prologue if you like; ah, quite a lot of reviewers said that it was too cliché and dull.
I simply must get Jesse McCartney's CD.
I like dancing, but I don't like Dance Enrichment classes. Wushu is cool, but I don't like Wushu classes. Both classes are part of my curriculum. Sad, ain't it?
I hope I'll see SMJ today.
Ciao. I've gotta start on a Maths project.
Sincerely Yours, (I like to lie)
Stasya
Chinese Pop is a pathetic imitation of Western Pop. C'mon, return to your roots. The Gu Zheng sounds nicer.
One of my favourite LJ fanfictions has just been completed. It's written by Bottled-Message-Inc, and you can read the story at http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1985639/1/. Be warned - the last chapter has loads of fluff. I was cringing a little.
Oh, and you can read my LJ fanfiction at http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2321045/1/. =) Do review! No one I know has reviewed it...yet, hopefully. You can skip the Prologue if you like; ah, quite a lot of reviewers said that it was too cliché and dull.
I simply must get Jesse McCartney's CD.
I like dancing, but I don't like Dance Enrichment classes. Wushu is cool, but I don't like Wushu classes. Both classes are part of my curriculum. Sad, ain't it?
I hope I'll see SMJ today.
Ciao. I've gotta start on a Maths project.
Sincerely Yours, (I like to lie)
Stasya
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