Science is studied; all but the digestive system which is chicken 'cos I studied practically the whole chapter a couple of weeks ago.

pleasepleaseplease let me live


A bit of bloggin time before I turn back to studying for Science. I hope.


mm we got the Inspirations book of the "best English compositions/essays in SNG". I didn't read the more factual/debateish essays (will go through em later on when my mind feels less cluttered), but i did skim through the narrative/descriptive essays.


-Personally I think more than half of the essays there are extreme shite.
Well yeah. There're some real good ones like Jessica Goh and some others, but the rest border mediocre.


i don't claim to be better than all of them but I can tell a good story from a bad one.

Bash drums! oh whee


We presented our chinese project today. 'twas quite scary, cos sulaoshi was rather angry before that; 3 groups failed to present on that day, so yeah.


an' we probably didn't do well anyway. We didn't have a powerpoint presentation and we were utterly unprepared. Dong Ran approached me in the library during recess, bout 10 minutes before Chinese lesson, an' I had to rush out my script.


Back from piano class. Mmphr. Yeah anyway I've just completed my english biography on Leonardo Da Vinci. oh man I love that guy. Renaissance-ish people rock. :evil:


I still have bio and maths to study for. maths i'm not too worried about as it's, well, only a class test, but i am so stressing over bio.


And there's geog this Friday, but I have the whole of tomorrow, Thursday and Friday morn to study.


AND I need to research on bird flu. In Chinese.


wikipedia should do, right? wrong.


because wikipedia ain't got Chinese, :/3


My blog posts are getting boring-er. I should stop blogging for a while.


OH and today we got back our history tests; i got 19.5/25, and that's a stupid serious pity b'cos I mistook one map for another and ended up losin' 3 marks. IF I'd just gotten the map correct i would've gotten 22.5, meh.


tell me, how is the map of malaya similiar to the map of the straits of malacca?


Even the NAME of the map was there.


That's just how dumb I am.


The other two marks were lost in a structured question which should've been quite easy. And that half mark, which everyone else lost, was another map. Soviet Union. Everyone put USSR because thats what it said in the txtbook but NO ms Lai said she marked like that across the level and thus we had to settle for an unfairly lost half mark.


Ms Lai seemed rather pissed today.


Wow, she actually has a temper. Usually she's pretty nice.


And for the final source question, she said that no one in our class got the second point correct but I DID I SCORED FULL MARKS FOR THE ENTIRE SOURCE-BASED QUESTIONS SECTION she dared deny me my rightful credit!


Oh well. t'least my mum's happy with my history results, and thats saying a lot since she's a history teacher. :3


Hockey b'div seniors up against Northland tomorrow, my mum's school. :O

Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
seems like it's been forever,
that you've been gone.


oh man oh man, Robyn, Paula, let's celebrate halloween early! see, I was thinkin' about that time when the old Colchester playground was still around and Saranya invited the guys along, an' i thought it'd be total shit but it ended up being real fun cos gwl turned out to be pretty good at making bonfires-


and i still remember he was going on about how fire and oxygen and carbon dioxide were related and i snapped at him that we weren't here for a science lesson and he was all 'okay, okay' and then we continued on our merry way-


do you guys remember? i brought perse the rabbit along, and his whiskers almost caught fire, and believe it or not it's been more than 2 years but i still miss him. I remember I really do and i admit i actually miss having gwl around and i miss goofing around with yall and i miss that brief space of time in december04 when we played badminton with s'hao, mushroom suganthan shi hui etc. almost everyday and remember?


and now we've all grown up and i'm losin' you guys to what, cca and tests and stuff like that an' that just ain't right because school isn't supposed to be that important and it's 6.58pm now and usually around this time i'd be out playing badminton or doing something fun with you guys but i'm stuck here ranting to an unresponsive blog and i'm rantin and rantin and i don't know what to do cos i've so fucked up basically my only social life and gosh i hate to admit it but i can't live without friends-


i don't wanna make new friends, you see, i'm scared that when i grow up i'll forget all you great people and make new friends that i will think are just as great but in reality are nothing in comparison to you guys, oh my god. i wish i were 10 years old again, i don't want to be in sng and i don't want to grow up and i want to turn back time re-live the past four years and avoid becoming a lonely introvert-


if i were an emotional girl i'd be crying and cryin right now but i'm not i just feel real sad, and pardon the lack of capitalization and stuff but right now it ain't important enough.


Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
seems like it's been forever,
that you've been gone.

My gosh, blogger is seriously lagging these days. No, wait, pro'ly just my computer.


meh!


post 501.


I don't know why i'm blogging since i should really be studying science, yeah, again. I feel particularly lazy lethargic fingers ignoring punctuation and capitalization. yeah.


RED BLOOD CELLS OH FREAKING GOD.


-turns off the radio-


I'm in one of those moody, well, moods, where my blog posts seem boring (yes, i know they ARE boring but heck) even to me and i can't stand any form of music.


I can't stand phagocytes either, however you spell that. heck i don't even have strength to type properly; have to keep backspacing.


maybe I'm just tired.


I want to sleep but I can't.


-gonksnooze-


Congruence and similarity, can someone explain?


then i remember that the only way to improve in maths is to practise practise practise.


I need tuition.


I passed my Maths test by 2 marks.


17/30


oh yeah oh yeah, 'tis the girl Mrs. Sushilla calls intelligent.


mmphr.

Post 500.


Oh looky, Stacy's got a profile. yup, another one. Just scroll down.


Oh gosh, i just reread it. I make myself out to be some emotional sap. Which iamnotiamnotIamnot.


Mm, pshaw. Shall edit it someday.


Back to Science.


Edit: Look at this! :



mary-anne. Thank heaven for little girls. We know who to thank for boys. says:
when's the next test coming up?

mary-anne. Thank heaven for little girls. We know who to thank for boys. says:
sci/maths?

everything i thought she wasn't / hmm says:
wednesday: both

mary-anne. Thank heaven for little girls. We know who to thank for boys. says:
aw

mary-anne. Thank heaven for little girls. We know who to thank for boys. says:
damn

everything i thought she wasn't / hmm says:
friday or smth: geog

mary-anne. Thank heaven for little girls. We know who to thank for boys. says:
kay..

mary-anne. Thank heaven for little girls. We know who to thank for boys. says:
thanks

everything i thought she wasn't / hmm says:
waitwaitwait

everything i thought she wasn't / hmm says:
DO YOU UNDERSTAND CONGRUENCY AND SIMILARITY?!

mary-anne. Thank heaven for little girls. We know who to thank for boys. says:
?

mary-anne. Thank heaven for little girls. We know who to thank for boys. says:
NO!!!!

everything i thought she wasn't / hmm says:
YAY!

mary-anne. Thank heaven for little girls. We know who to thank for boys. says:
dammit

mary-anne. Thank heaven for little girls. We know who to thank for boys. says:
you're supposed to cry with me, not say yay

mary-anne. Thank heaven for little girls. We know who to thank for boys. says:
...

mary-anne. Thank heaven for little girls. We know who to thank for boys. says:
ahaha

everything i thought she wasn't / hmm says:
well.

everything i thought she wasn't / hmm says:
BOOHOO?

mary-anne. Thank heaven for little girls. We know who to thank for boys. says:
?

mary-anne. Thank heaven for little girls. We know who to thank for boys. says:
HAHA

mary-anne. Thank heaven for little girls. We know who to thank for boys. says:
k..

mary-anne. Thank heaven for little girls. We know who to thank for boys. says:
i'll go for now

mary-anne. Thank heaven for little girls. We know who to thank for boys. says:
cya tomorrow

everything i thought she wasn't / hmm says:
m'kay

mary-anne. Thank heaven for little girls. We know who to thank for boys. says:
-BIGGER GROAN-

everything i thought she wasn't / hmm says:
g'luck studying

everything i thought she wasn't / hmm says:
mehh

mary-anne. Thank heaven for little girls. We know who to thank for boys. says:
what the FRIGGIN !@#$ING BLOODY SHIT.

mary-anne. Thank heaven for little girls. We know who to thank for boys. says:
sorry

mary-anne. Thank heaven for little girls. We know who to thank for boys. says:
didn't say anything

mary-anne. Thank heaven for little girls. We know who to thank for boys. says:
bye


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We are such retards.


an' that just rocks. (:

Y'know, johari didn't include bad points.
-and thus I shall.


1. I can be possessive/selfish, but not to the point of being overly obsessive. I daresay i'm a rather reasonable person, and i -usually- don't push things too far.


2. I had an unhealthy desire to be better than others. ^^;
It's good sometimes, but I realize that in st nicks this desire is constantly being fulfilled (well, at least where English is concerned) as we're all slackers. Put me with the uber-hardworking ones and I swear i'll transform into The Most Diligent Student Ever. (:


3. I procastinate, distract myself from my studies by- wait, everyone does that.


4. I tend to panic though I think that i've become much more calm-headed.


5. I have an obsession with the internet. No, this does not equate to possessive-ness.


6. I'm a schmaltz.


7. My fav. pastime is poking fun at n00bs. I can almost see you rolling your eyes now, but wadeverr ii dunn ccare lorhz! gedd outta moi lyfe!! dunn wan 2 see ur stooopiid face lar~! :@


8. I tend to be insecure, paranoid (this has been 'proven' by a quiz i took), sentimental... oh wait, see 6.


I should study science now.

I was trying to study Science but it's hard. Half an hour left me stuck on the 4th page of sex ed. And that's only sex ed.


I worried so much that I actually tried to google a quiz on study environments.


http://ub-counseling.buffalo.edu/stressstudy.shtml#study

My parents were both short and thus I was short. It held a certain unspoken snigger-worthy trait, that shortness, dogging me everywhere I went. My mother was short but she had been tall for her age when she was twelve, and somehow with it (along with her adolescent prettiness) came an extrovert-esque personality and truckloads of charisma poured into her short and tall frame.


I had always been short, short in general, short for my age, puny and tiny and extremely unimpressive. Social, somewhat, but still unimpressive.


You see, my mother had been made assistant Head Prefect when she was twelve. I felt obliged to fill those large footsteps she left behind, and naturally the best way was to first become a prefect - preferably at the age of nine, the age at which prefects were chosen.


Thus it came to me as a particular blow when no, I was kindly refused, because I was too short and people wouldn't be scared of me. The teacher Mrs. Seow was fashioned by the 60s, where tall equalled power and short was tantamount to shy.


At that time though I was modest, I had nary an empty mouth or mind and was extremely chirpy. It was rather offensive, but I merely sat back down in my seat (which was located at the front of the classroom) and sulked.


The day she gave out the prefect application forms to those selected was drear. I remember sitting alert, Othello's replica and staring enviously.


The classroom was noisy with anticipation and some of the tallest and most intelligent students went to the front one by one to receive their precious slips of paper. It was noisy, truly, so noisy I had to strain to hear the onslaught of names announced mechanically.


Then, it must have been my ears-


"Stacy."


Stacy stacy stacy. Oh god. Surely not- surely my ears were- surely, I hoped not! Dizzied delight spun in my steps as I dashed up to receive my form. Stacy! Oh yes, that's my name, you got it right - Stacy! Mrs. Seow barely looked at me as I clutched the form, breathless. Stacy.


I went back to my seat, grinning stupidly, to my classmate Saranya's inquisition. "I thought you weren't selected? How come you got the form? Why..."


"I dunno," I halted her tirade, "But I heard my name called... so I just went up."


Initial euphoria prolonged, and yet: "How come I have one less form? I thought I printed the exact number." Mrs. Seow sounded doubtful but instead she asked the monitor -it was either Jacqueline or Sebastian- to maintain order, which of course they did not do, and left the classroom; presumably to get that one last form.


Doubts assailed me shocked me gripped me. Had I truly heard my name? There was another girl- Jessie, her name sounded like mine and oh god, had I heard wrongly? Jessie Stacy Jessie Stacy! Sweet lord, surely not, but I wanted the prefect role so badly, perhaps I could keep the form and receive my tie and duties and no one would know! I would carry out my duties so well that even if they discovered my shameful act, I would be pardoned anyway.


Few people questioned me other than Saranya, oddly enough. I glanced wistfully at the form, the door- oh, Mrs. Seow was back. She handed the photocopied form to an extremely tall boy - Amos, I suppose- and sat back down at her seat, instructing us to take out our Maths textbooks.


A guilty dilemma! For a child who had just turned eight, it was a rather difficult -maybe even noble- decision. I wouldn't keep the form, I'd return it to her and confess my mistake, and though my lifelong dream would be shattered at least I'd be honest.


And thus later on, while the rest of the class was immersed in Maths exercises, I timidly went to her desk and stuttered, reluctantly placing the form onto the table. "Mrs. Seow, er, you know the prefect forms, um, just now when you gave them out- just now when you gave out the prefect forms I thought I heard my name wrongly so I accidentally took a form and..." The last part was uttered in nervous rapidity.



I had to repeat myself more than once, each time gaining more confidence and more disappointment. Finally she stared hard at me, and I expected a tongue-lashing, but no. These painted lips moved slowly, and I was nearly breathless by the end of her sentence.


"Do you want to be a prefect?" Said she, and I thought, surely I had a chance, oh yes oh yes oh yes!


"Y-yes," I admitted, a tad ashamed, and then she said:


"Then okay, you can be one.*"


Joy, oh sweet Joy, that was the best day of my life.


And then I resumed my seat at the front of the class.


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*I can't remember her exact words but I do know that they made me very, very happy. :3
And yes, this is a true story, whahaha.

I proved to be a too-strict prefect, anyway. Much too efficient, mmhm. Made a couple of enemies and terrified the p1s. I kind of regret it. I guess I wanted to prove myself too much.


Even if i did weave myself into the favour of both the discipline mistresses, (Mrs Goh and Miss Ong) I still think i could've been so much better as a prefect. oh, well.


I know my prose in this case is rather lousy, you know, cos I forgot to link the parent thing back... oh nevermind. Just felt like it.


And that's how i became a prefect by accident. it isn't really that exaggerated. XD

Mm. I'm having a bit 'o problems with the whole color coordination thing. Tagboard, specifically. I-okayicantbelieveimsayingthis- need suggestions for colors. Hex codes would be very much appreciated.


I gotta study science now. And yet again i have fallen in love with uncapitalized names in the links. mmm.


/jason mraz rocks


oh yes he does.


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Fly away in an nyc cab and french kiss in the back seat. baguettes, anyone?


The Little Prince is such a poignant book story.


How powderful.


french kiss in the back seat!


mm.