Well, let the geek in the pink take a stab at it
If you like the way I'm thinkin' baby wink at it
I may be skinny at times but I'm fat fulla rhymes
Pass me the mic and I'm a grab at it
Well, isn't it delicious, crazy way that I'm kissin'
'Cause baby listen to this, don't wanna miss it while it's hittin'
Sometimes you gotta fit in to get in
But don't ever quit cause soon I'm gonna let you in but see
I don't care what she might think about me
You can vibe without me if you want
I could be the one to take her home
Baby we could rock the night alone
If we never get down it wouldn't be a let down
But sugar don't forget what you already know
I could be the one to turn you out
We could be the talk across the town
Don't judge me by the color, confuse it for another
You might regret what you let slip away
Like the geek in the pink
Like the geek in the pink, pink, pink
The geek in the pink, yeah
Well this relationship fodder don't mean to bother nobody
But Cupid's automatic musta fired multiple shots at her
Because she fall in love too often that's what the matter
At least I talk about it keep a pattern of flattery and
She was starin' through the doorframe
Eyeing me down like already a bad boyfriend
Well she can get her toys outta the drawer then
Cause I ain't comin' home I don't need that attention, see
I don't care what she might think about me
You'll get by without me if she wants
I could be the one to take her home
Baby we could rock the night alone
If we never get down it wouldn't be the let down
But sugar don't forget what you already know
I could be the one to turn you out
We could be the talk across the town
Don't judge it by the color, confuse it for another
You might regret what you let slip away
Hey baby look at me go
From zero to hero
You better take it from a geek like me
I can save you from unoriginal dum-dums
Who wouldn't care if you com...plete him or not
So what I've got a short attention span
A coke in my hand
Because I'd rather have the afternoon, relax and understand
My hip hop and flip-flops it don't stop with the light rock
A shot to mock you kinda puts me in the tight spot
The hype is nothing more than hoo-ha so I'm
Developing a language and I'm callin' it my own
So take a peek into the speaker and you'll see what I mean
That on the other side the grass is greener
I don't care what she might think about me
You'll get by without me if you want
I could be the one to take you/her home
Baby we could rock the night alone
If we never get down it wouldn't be the let down
But sugar don't forget what you already know
I could be the one to turn you out/on
We could be the talk across the town
Don't judge it by the color, confuse it for another
You might regret what you let slip away
Like the geek in the pink
Well, I'm the geek in the pink, yo pink pink
Geek is the color for fall, I'm the geek in the pink yeah
So I'm the geek yo, in the pink yo.
Hahah, y'all geek is the new color for fall
I'm the geek in the pink
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mm. jason mraz pwns.
Saturday, March 04, 2006
biyapwcty
I feel as though I've got lots of homework, but then I open my pupil's diary and see... well, a few easy lit questions that can easily be rushed out tomorrow aftnoon.
And of course, I have to study for geog, maths, science...
Okay, I don't feel so good now.
And OMG, there's still Chinese tuition homework and piano theory to do, and piano pieces to practise!
What on earth gave me the idea that I'd be let off easily this weekend. =/
No one's hugged me yet, luv. oh sweet sweet grapes and ribena. I had some ribenalast night this morning, which somehow failed to work its usual insomnia-curing magic, and to-day I had grapes which tasted bitter, somewhat.
I want to sleep and I don't want to sleep.
musique
Shakers 'ave good effects.
Let's chacha!
Tango, foxtrot, waltz, mmm...
I think dancing's one of the most intimate things two people can possibly do. Even if they're enemies. *cough*thinkdracohermione*cough*
if they got chemistry, stuff just whalala rolls...
Personal opinion, whee. I wanted to take up ballet when I was younger, i still remember clearly. I'm not sure why i didn't take it. My mum either thought it was too expensive/too pointless.
Well, piano's pointless.
Mm, well, nevermind. I'm just speculating. I'd rather take up photography/creative writing lessons. I need the former more. Orr, maybe my parents can send me away to camp in New York or Boston. America, land of the free, huzzah!
Hmm. Y'know, my p2 sister's more trendy than I am. She (sometimes) wears ankle socks to school, she's got Converse-lookalike school shoes, she's got a camera phone (I don't!) and she is prone to staring at herself in the mirror, though I don't think that's trendy - females have been doing that since the ancients figured that the reflections mirrored in lakes and rivers were in fact themselves.
ahaha.
You know, I just realized that I seemed to be waiting for something. In general life. It's almost as if I'm waiting for 2004 to come back, which is in fact impossible. I'm wai-iting for something, oh sweet lord, make me unpure.
What child is this?
I have no social life.
Believe in yourself and people will come to you.
And of course, I have to study for geog, maths, science...
Okay, I don't feel so good now.
And OMG, there's still Chinese tuition homework and piano theory to do, and piano pieces to practise!
What on earth gave me the idea that I'd be let off easily this weekend. =/
No one's hugged me yet, luv. oh sweet sweet grapes and ribena. I had some ribena
I want to sleep and I don't want to sleep.
musique
Shakers 'ave good effects.
Let's chacha!
Tango, foxtrot, waltz, mmm...
I think dancing's one of the most intimate things two people can possibly do. Even if they're enemies. *cough*thinkdracohermione*cough*
if they got chemistry, stuff just whalala rolls...
Personal opinion, whee. I wanted to take up ballet when I was younger, i still remember clearly. I'm not sure why i didn't take it. My mum either thought it was too expensive/too pointless.
Well, piano's pointless.
Mm, well, nevermind. I'm just speculating. I'd rather take up photography/creative writing lessons. I need the former more. Orr, maybe my parents can send me away to camp in New York or Boston. America, land of the free, huzzah!
Hmm. Y'know, my p2 sister's more trendy than I am. She (sometimes) wears ankle socks to school, she's got Converse-lookalike school shoes, she's got a camera phone (I don't!) and she is prone to staring at herself in the mirror, though I don't think that's trendy - females have been doing that since the ancients figured that the reflections mirrored in lakes and rivers were in fact themselves.
ahaha.
You know, I just realized that I seemed to be waiting for something. In general life. It's almost as if I'm waiting for 2004 to come back, which is in fact impossible. I'm wai-iting for something, oh sweet lord, make me unpure.
What child is this?
I have no social life.
'tis 10.28 in the morning and Allstar is rockin' my computer.
Loud. I shall not lower the volume. And I have to wake my mum.
We-ell, I just did. I haven't done my French homework yet and I think I shall study Science during class.
E minor fugue pwns. Bach worship!
Mm, yet again.
I slept at 11/12+ and awoke at bout 8.30am. I'm needin' less and less sleep these days.
Shite, I want a new blog layout but I can't decide.
I'm looking through my pupils diary now, and I just figured i need to get a vocab book.
I can never remember something I force myself to memorize.
Oh gosh, heart sprint. I just figured...
Well, Badinerie now! I have that ringtone but never knew it was by Bach till I downloaded a shitload of his songs from www.classical.net/music.
Opprobrium. I forgot what that means. Wait a moment, my non-existent reader. Oh yes, i can't believe i forgot what it means.
I'm sick of Badinerie.
woot go ashlee!
Ashlee Simpson pwns. :evil:
Well like I said, i had to wake up my mum. For once the roles are reversed.
Vocabulary always sooths my mind, because i love checking the dictionary. heck, i love reading the dictionary. mehahha.
Cheryl hasn't updated her blog, the evil prick!
I just realized the RGS people seem to have rather weird names.
And i swear that i shall master congruency and similarity by sunset tomorrow.
I need a hug.
Loud. I shall not lower the volume. And I have to wake my mum.
We-ell, I just did. I haven't done my French homework yet and I think I shall study Science during class.
E minor fugue pwns. Bach worship!
Mm, yet again.
I slept at 11/12+ and awoke at bout 8.30am. I'm needin' less and less sleep these days.
Shite, I want a new blog layout but I can't decide.
I'm looking through my pupils diary now, and I just figured i need to get a vocab book.
I can never remember something I force myself to memorize.
Oh gosh, heart sprint. I just figured...
Well, Badinerie now! I have that ringtone but never knew it was by Bach till I downloaded a shitload of his songs from www.classical.net/music.
Opprobrium. I forgot what that means. Wait a moment, my non-existent reader. Oh yes, i can't believe i forgot what it means.
I'm sick of Badinerie.
woot go ashlee!
Ashlee Simpson pwns. :evil:
Well like I said, i had to wake up my mum. For once the roles are reversed.
Vocabulary always sooths my mind, because i love checking the dictionary. heck, i love reading the dictionary. mehahha.
Cheryl hasn't updated her blog, the evil prick!
I just realized the RGS people seem to have rather weird names.
And i swear that i shall master congruency and similarity by sunset tomorrow.
I need a hug.
Friday, March 03, 2006
my face invisibly crusted with sweat
Except for a couple o' discrepancies, t'day was a fine day. =D
Hockey tng was pretty good, partly cos coach didn't come, I s'pose. I like coach an' all but training on our own is fun s'well. We played matches almost continuously for about, i dunno, an hour or so? And this year's sec ones are real good.
Mm. Hockey's something i'll miss if i transfer to anderson.
Mrs. Sushilla says I need to smile more! She apparently sees, err, 'depth' in me. As in, quality of thought, or some other? Everyone has depths, you see, just that in some people these depths are more pronounced.
And I noticed something. when Mrs. Sushilla was our English teacher i excelled in english, and now she's my lit teacher i'm excelling in lit. Hmmm.
Favouritism. ahaha.
but maybe she just motivates me more. She's an interesting person.
I take back everythin' bad i said about mrs lee. She's not all that bad. She can be rather nice, at least better than E. Ho.
Evanescence pwns. wheee.
Frankly, I'm rather tired of this blog layout.
No hockey tng next week. My skills shall rot to death in that short space of time.
Hockey tng was pretty good, partly cos coach didn't come, I s'pose. I like coach an' all but training on our own is fun s'well. We played matches almost continuously for about, i dunno, an hour or so? And this year's sec ones are real good.
Mm. Hockey's something i'll miss if i transfer to anderson.
Mrs. Sushilla says I need to smile more! She apparently sees, err, 'depth' in me. As in, quality of thought, or some other? Everyone has depths, you see, just that in some people these depths are more pronounced.
And I noticed something. when Mrs. Sushilla was our English teacher i excelled in english, and now she's my lit teacher i'm excelling in lit. Hmmm.
Favouritism. ahaha.
but maybe she just motivates me more. She's an interesting person.
I take back everythin' bad i said about mrs lee. She's not all that bad. She can be rather nice, at least better than E. Ho.
Evanescence pwns. wheee.
Frankly, I'm rather tired of this blog layout.
No hockey tng next week. My skills shall rot to death in that short space of time.
Thursday, March 02, 2006
prose-diary
I arrange my worksheets, registering the swooshes of paper against paper backed by a bland backdrop of music. Slipping them into my file, I see that geography test paper, which I've failed. I don't sigh because I'm not yet at the age where sighs rake away troubles and provide momentary relief. People just don't sigh when they're thirteen years old. It's not normal.
The mark is stated plainly, an eleven and a half over twenty-five, put down coldly like the marker couldn't really care. There's an air of indifference and nonchalance about it, acid disregard painted neatly and mechanically, written clearly within the margins of the paper.
I like geography. I can't really remember not liking it. I've always been fascinated with its scientific side, that is. The world we live in and its carelessly perfect contours splashed all over glossy pages in intricate dexterity, mesmerizing. One can hardly believe her luck at the rare nakedness of the earth, laid bare and raw and splendid in all its ancient glory.
Because they are not human but supernatural, not mortal but free.
And yet this test was failed. I wonder why. Maybe because I couldn't care less about the study of humans, how they were handled so carelessly like figures, numbers, statistics on nature's wood, how plain and normal they were, because I've always liked new pretty things.
Humans are not pretty and humanity is not kind.
We place too much faith in ourselves.
The mark is stated plainly, an eleven and a half over twenty-five, put down coldly like the marker couldn't really care. There's an air of indifference and nonchalance about it, acid disregard painted neatly and mechanically, written clearly within the margins of the paper.
I like geography. I can't really remember not liking it. I've always been fascinated with its scientific side, that is. The world we live in and its carelessly perfect contours splashed all over glossy pages in intricate dexterity, mesmerizing. One can hardly believe her luck at the rare nakedness of the earth, laid bare and raw and splendid in all its ancient glory.
Because they are not human but supernatural, not mortal but free.
And yet this test was failed. I wonder why. Maybe because I couldn't care less about the study of humans, how they were handled so carelessly like figures, numbers, statistics on nature's wood, how plain and normal they were, because I've always liked new pretty things.
Humans are not pretty and humanity is not kind.
We place too much faith in ourselves.
I read Today. Apparently Singapore has censored the aussie advert proclaiming something like 'Where the bloody hell are you?". They're not gonna play the advertisement either.
WTF TWITCH SQUEAL BLETCH!
What on earth is wrong with them? It's a stupid, stupid notion that it'll lower some 'moral value' of today's children. What moral values do we have right now? As if it'll change anything! Idjits don't know how to argue their case properly. First they said summat like the word is used loosely and commonly in everyday conversation. (I'm assuming they included children in their general reference)
And then they say, but it's not suitable for tv as it might, well, do something to our morals, blah blah, something like that.
They already know that our everyday speech, in their definition, has 'low moral value', since they consider the mere, mild word 'bloody' to be 'immoral' and 'vulgar'.
And then they say they don't want us to have low moral values. Or something like it. Sorry I'm not quoting directly, i'm just too lazy to walk all the way downstairs again.
Self-contradictors and prudes, they are.
I was almost literally hopping after I read the thing. A good thing no one was there to see me.
I feel incoherent.
E minor fugue, that lovely melody. lalala LALA.
Bach worship!
WTF TWITCH SQUEAL BLETCH!
What on earth is wrong with them? It's a stupid, stupid notion that it'll lower some 'moral value' of today's children. What moral values do we have right now? As if it'll change anything! Idjits don't know how to argue their case properly. First they said summat like the word is used loosely and commonly in everyday conversation. (I'm assuming they included children in their general reference)
And then they say, but it's not suitable for tv as it might, well, do something to our morals, blah blah, something like that.
They already know that our everyday speech, in their definition, has 'low moral value', since they consider the mere, mild word 'bloody' to be 'immoral' and 'vulgar'.
And then they say they don't want us to have low moral values. Or something like it. Sorry I'm not quoting directly, i'm just too lazy to walk all the way downstairs again.
Self-contradictors and prudes, they are.
I was almost literally hopping after I read the thing. A good thing no one was there to see me.
I feel incoherent.
E minor fugue, that lovely melody. lalala LALA.
Bach worship!
To-day, i failed a graded test for the first time in my entire life.
Ironically, it's a subject I like. Yeah, geography.
11.5/25
Oh sweet teacher, where is my missing one mark?
Practically half the class failed. 2Faith must be rather lousy, academic-wise. 2Loyalty (2nd best class in the level) had all passes. they actually consider 20/25 low, while we inferiors in faith consider 15.5/25 high.
What a blemish. The shame, the freaking... A failure in term one! How stupid is that!
Hopefully they'll re mark it, seeing as almost half the level failed. Then maybe I can garner 1 or 2 more marks.
I need tuition for the following subjects:
Geography - population
Maths - everything.
Chinese - chinese tuition that's helpful. At least more than my current one is.
Physics and Chem - I just know I will.
and I don't think there's mep tuition, yeah?
Anyway, shot putt (sp?) tryouts today.
And hey! according to Shu Wei, I was 'not bad', seeing as i could throw better than most. but I still didn't qualify, though. A few inches shy of the passing mark! not that I mind.
I am trying to-
We-ell, definitions make or break us. For example, someone's definition of a good friend is so much different from my definition of one. I think a good friend's one that's actually sensitive to the needs of the other, who'll always be there, etc, etc, no matter how cheesy all this sounds.
She seems to have the notion that a good friend is one who'll obey and follow her everywhere, or something like that.
She picks on people, thinks that hanging out with them for a couple of months immediately elevates her to the status of being a super good friend no matter how much she irritates them, and... gah.
I was inwardly scoffing when she extravagantly (though quietly, since it was lessontime) proclaimed herself as My Good Friend.
Don't wanna sound petty and bitchy and all those bad stuff, but i was rather, well, err, yeah. I don't get along well with her. She pisses me off, I deliberately piss her off and pass it off as playfulness on my part.
I feel like a kid again, which is a good thing.
And yall know who I'm talking about, I s'pose. T'least, liu yi, mary-anne, pei hwa and kerina would know.
Blogger has serious problems.
And I nearly fell asleep in chinese class today, i was just so effing tired. Plus our lousy geog presentation, as boring as the History Presentation That Sucked, and my failing mark for the geog test... the fact remains.
the first test i've ever failed is a geography test in secondary 2!
I can't believe myself.
Ironically, it's a subject I like. Yeah, geography.
11.5/25
Oh sweet teacher, where is my missing one mark?
Practically half the class failed. 2Faith must be rather lousy, academic-wise. 2Loyalty (2nd best class in the level) had all passes. they actually consider 20/25 low, while we inferiors in faith consider 15.5/25 high.
What a blemish. The shame, the freaking... A failure in term one! How stupid is that!
Hopefully they'll re mark it, seeing as almost half the level failed. Then maybe I can garner 1 or 2 more marks.
I need tuition for the following subjects:
Geography - population
Maths - everything.
Chinese - chinese tuition that's helpful. At least more than my current one is.
Physics and Chem - I just know I will.
and I don't think there's mep tuition, yeah?
Anyway, shot putt (sp?) tryouts today.
And hey! according to Shu Wei, I was 'not bad', seeing as i could throw better than most. but I still didn't qualify, though. A few inches shy of the passing mark! not that I mind.
I am trying to-
We-ell, definitions make or break us. For example, someone's definition of a good friend is so much different from my definition of one. I think a good friend's one that's actually sensitive to the needs of the other, who'll always be there, etc, etc, no matter how cheesy all this sounds.
She seems to have the notion that a good friend is one who'll obey and follow her everywhere, or something like that.
She picks on people, thinks that hanging out with them for a couple of months immediately elevates her to the status of being a super good friend no matter how much she irritates them, and... gah.
I was inwardly scoffing when she extravagantly (though quietly, since it was lessontime) proclaimed herself as My Good Friend.
Don't wanna sound petty and bitchy and all those bad stuff, but i was rather, well, err, yeah. I don't get along well with her. She pisses me off, I deliberately piss her off and pass it off as playfulness on my part.
I feel like a kid again, which is a good thing.
And yall know who I'm talking about, I s'pose. T'least, liu yi, mary-anne, pei hwa and kerina would know.
Blogger has serious problems.
And I nearly fell asleep in chinese class today, i was just so effing tired. Plus our lousy geog presentation, as boring as the History Presentation That Sucked, and my failing mark for the geog test... the fact remains.
the first test i've ever failed is a geography test in secondary 2!
I can't believe myself.
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
My post below couldn't have been more hypocritical. I'm sorry.
Hmm. You know that proverb/saying/something about a crane among crows? We-ell, I s'pose I'm a crow among cranes. Pfft. Basically everyone in the hockey c'div is much better than me in hockey. And you know something's wrong when your juniors show signs of being a much better player than you are.
Reader, you have unwittingly submitted to witnessing my solemn vow. I, Stacy Ooi Hui Quan, hereby swear that if I do not master the dummy tackle by the end of April, I shall... I dunno.
But there. I just have to get into the school team.
Come to think of it, I've never been a natural at any sport.
Badminton - I could hardly hit the shuttlecock when I first started. It took years to cultivate acceptable skills, and I've lost them all because I didn't practise much.
Swimming - I used to be deathly afraid of water, especially depths. Still am, for the latter. But I think I'm somewhat of a natural at the breaststroke.
Tennis - I'm still an amateur. When I started I was hopelessly lousy. Took at least a month for me to learn how hit the ball properly.
Hockey - badbadbad. badbadbad. I cannot tackle, find it hard to control the ball, strategies - zero.
I think I'm pretty good at table tennis though. Faraway fantasies, oh sweet love.
But I'm pretty much a natural at nothing, except for English, but that's only because my mum drilled all the grammar rules into me since young.
I feel so artificial. Don't start on music, because while I don't remember having significant trouble with the piano (apart for sight-reading and note-singing; they must die), I have no passion for playing it. It makes me feel good when i play something well, but because i'm good at so few things, i feel good whenever I do anything well.
Fact is, I don't have passion for anything. Not even my writing. I wish my teachers would stop praising me. It's so easy, that, not to seem conceited or anything, it's getting boring. My face will flush and there'll be a moment's ecstasy but after that I'm just boring old Stacy going on with my life.
Shit, this is getting angsty. Hmm.
Well, Su Wenn commented that i needed to be more enthu. Because I was, as usual, sulking around and being myself. And Jenna (sp?) remarked that I was enthu in my studies. I protested but I don't think i was loud enough for them to hear.
To clear things up, I am a slacker. For example, some might've seen me doing my geography homework before training today, but that's because it's due tomorrow and I'm panicking over my workload. I don't study hard, only at the last minute, and...
Where the hell did people get the idea that i'm hardworking?
I was never hardworking. Especially not in primary school, ha. If in p6 one of my classmates were asked to name the most diligent pupil in class, I'd be the last person on their mind. They'd choose either Sarah/Xinqi/Valerie/Pei Ying/Guiqi/Adeline/Delphine etc.
Unfortunately people don't seem to believe me.
And I hate to disappoint people. I don't mean that sarcastically, I mean really. Today during training coach was disappointed in me (or rather, my group of three) because we didn't learn something properly. He called me to him and for a brief moment I felt like a little girl being reprimanded and chided. The feeling of disappointing someone is so overwhelming, I'm starting to hate it.
Hmm. You know that proverb/saying/something about a crane among crows? We-ell, I s'pose I'm a crow among cranes. Pfft. Basically everyone in the hockey c'div is much better than me in hockey. And you know something's wrong when your juniors show signs of being a much better player than you are.
Reader, you have unwittingly submitted to witnessing my solemn vow. I, Stacy Ooi Hui Quan, hereby swear that if I do not master the dummy tackle by the end of April, I shall... I dunno.
But there. I just have to get into the school team.
Come to think of it, I've never been a natural at any sport.
Badminton - I could hardly hit the shuttlecock when I first started. It took years to cultivate acceptable skills, and I've lost them all because I didn't practise much.
Swimming - I used to be deathly afraid of water, especially depths. Still am, for the latter. But I think I'm somewhat of a natural at the breaststroke.
Tennis - I'm still an amateur. When I started I was hopelessly lousy. Took at least a month for me to learn how hit the ball properly.
Hockey - badbadbad. badbadbad. I cannot tackle, find it hard to control the ball, strategies - zero.
I think I'm pretty good at table tennis though. Faraway fantasies, oh sweet love.
But I'm pretty much a natural at nothing, except for English, but that's only because my mum drilled all the grammar rules into me since young.
I feel so artificial. Don't start on music, because while I don't remember having significant trouble with the piano (apart for sight-reading and note-singing; they must die), I have no passion for playing it. It makes me feel good when i play something well, but because i'm good at so few things, i feel good whenever I do anything well.
Fact is, I don't have passion for anything. Not even my writing. I wish my teachers would stop praising me. It's so easy, that, not to seem conceited or anything, it's getting boring. My face will flush and there'll be a moment's ecstasy but after that I'm just boring old Stacy going on with my life.
Shit, this is getting angsty. Hmm.
Well, Su Wenn commented that i needed to be more enthu. Because I was, as usual, sulking around and being myself. And Jenna (sp?) remarked that I was enthu in my studies. I protested but I don't think i was loud enough for them to hear.
To clear things up, I am a slacker. For example, some might've seen me doing my geography homework before training today, but that's because it's due tomorrow and I'm panicking over my workload. I don't study hard, only at the last minute, and...
Where the hell did people get the idea that i'm hardworking?
I was never hardworking. Especially not in primary school, ha. If in p6 one of my classmates were asked to name the most diligent pupil in class, I'd be the last person on their mind. They'd choose either Sarah/Xinqi/Valerie/Pei Ying/Guiqi/Adeline/Delphine etc.
Unfortunately people don't seem to believe me.
And I hate to disappoint people. I don't mean that sarcastically, I mean really. Today during training coach was disappointed in me (or rather, my group of three) because we didn't learn something properly. He called me to him and for a brief moment I felt like a little girl being reprimanded and chided. The feeling of disappointing someone is so overwhelming, I'm starting to hate it.
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