Just something I saw on gaia.

I want to meet something who
Is easy for me to talk to.
Makes me laugh.
Respects my privacy, as in no peeking in diaries.
Doesn't nag or ask me to 'hurry up'.
Is a little insane.
Is intelligent, or at least somewhat so.
Does not use excessive chatspeak.
Constantly uses difficult words which I can ask her what they mean. XD
Blogs.
Isn't a whiner.
Is well-read.
Isn't afraid to tell me -outright- that my writing sucks. Isn't afraid to give constructive criticism.
Does not have bullying/domineering tendencies.
Doesn't have a problem with my weirdness and quietness.
Is open-minded, has no problem with my 'unconventional' thinking.


People as in general. I'll not be looking for a boyfriend anytime soon, though I can assure you that I have no problem with dating at 12/13/14. Blah.

Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary

funky: 3 a : odd or quaint in appearance or feeling b : lacking style or taste c : unconventionally stylish : HIP

-funk·i·ness noun

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Oddly enough, I suddenly thought that funky = fun key. The key to fun. Gosh, I sound so lame, but pfft.

F. Ealasaid's Hate List


People who heap their poor suffering bodies with branded stuff that look like they've come straight out of the dumps. Puma is ugly. Billabong's okay, but they are dead without their logo. OP is just plain flowery, ugly, annoying. I mean the bags.


People who use 'like' with every other word. I use it a lot too, but this is just overboard:
I like was going to like the like shopping mall cos I like got a like holiday job like working as a like cashier. Bleh.


1337. hy do u wana cum ovr 2nite cos we got like loadsa food dude.


Multiple exclamation/question marks. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11one1 / ????????


Raping of the ellipsis.............................................


Angsty names. Heartbreak teen. Sob girl. BLAH.


Crappy angst. OMFG MY LYFE SUX MY MOMM WONT LET MII ON DA COMPTUER. lmfao.


Pussycat Dolls. Bands are lame. Time to fly solo, darlings. Okay, maybe I'm discriminating a bit against girl bands. I'm fine with boybands. Girl bands just don't do it.


Mary-Sues.


Undeveloped characters. Undeveloped stories. Undeveloped romances.


Being dissed without reason.


Being disrespected. Biatches. XD


Not having my way. Yeah I'm spoilt.


Losing in terms of skill.


Needless, bland repetition.


Sapphire eyes. Teh basilisk glare!!!!!111one11 Sapphire eyes blind you. I mean seriously.


Pure white. No such thing. Pure white will blind you, literally.


Ratters.


Physics, Maths, Chinese, whatnot.


Pink.



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OOH SHINY-wait. Oh yeah distraction but nevermind consider the above terminated.
We had a partial class merger! Part of the other French class joined our class. wheee.
If I remember their names correctly:

Neusha (can't remember which school, err) , Belle (Coral Secondary), Christopher (Maris Stella High) , Daryl (I forgot, okay?), Samantha (Dunman High).


As opposed to us:


Lydia- River Valley High
Claudia- NUS High
Cheryl- RGSS
Elaine- ACS Internat. (junior college)
Joanne- I've kind of forgotten. It's a girl's school, chij something.
Dominic- ACS Barker. Don't underestimate the guy; he could go to ACSI if he'd opted for it. =
Me- St. Nicholas Girls. Bah.


I don't know-


ABORT ABORT ABORT.


NONONO NOT THAT ABORT. SUCKER.


YOU MAKE BABY JESUS CRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11one1

I am, you know, a rather self-centered person. I love talking about myself. I have many, many detailed profiles of my character. I change them frequently too. Yeah.


CCA Fair was dang boring. Oh, FYI, my skills have downgraded t0 -50. Pfft. I'm in absolutely no shape to enter the school team, much less compete against good teams like Northland, St. Theresa's and Sengkang. Oh, and I need to perfect the lift. It'll be quite useful, I reckon, lifting the ball over your opponent's stick instead of wasting the effort doing circles and stuff before getting past her.


I did learn some avoiding techniques by observing my seniors though. -don't read on if you're bored.


Like, if you got the ball and are running with it, with an opponent running beside you, take a sharp turn with the ball and get into your opponent's path, before running a bit more and then finally passing it. I think coach taught us this before, but I just wanted to refresh my memory.


weave through. Bah.


Songs are getting so dang boring nowadays. And what is it with anime? Cutesy cartoon characters with abnormally huge eyes and puny noses. Somebody scream.


LAPTOP QUICK NOW!

Read the post below, after you read this one. You know you will, darling. I manipulate your actions, see?


Frankly, I've forgotten why I'm blogging. I had one thing in mind, but forget it. Gaia's down, and I am freaking bored. CCA fair tomorrow. I just hate attending school when it's not for lessons, or official hockey trainings. I hate every meter of the school with a burning passion, with the exception of the library and the 1Faith05 classroom. Every single bit of it.


I tell you, I'm on a roll.


You make baby jesus cry, sucker.

Get this - my mum wants me to start eating vegetables.
Carnivores don't eat plants, so that's the goddamned problem.


I have decided to put off all my material wants for this year (and maybe next year) so that I can achieve my final goal - a laptop. A nice sleek black/silver one which is fast and efficient and light. And yeah, it's gonna cost a bomb, like $2000+ or more. Thus I shall have to forfeit two years of CDs, bought-on-a-whim notebooks et cetera, and to put a long story short: become thrifty.


No, duh, I'm not harbouring hopes that I can save thousands in two years. I'm thinking that my parents would get me a laptop, to make up for my not buying stuff. It ain't easy.


Also, my mum wants me to wear a dress for CNY. I'm not against that, it's just that I look so goddamned awful in every single dress I wear. For now, t'least. I am suffering countless insecurities right now. Thus don't talk to me. I'm grumpy and will probably ignore you.


I got that line from The Sisterhood of The Pants or whatever you call that book. Just thought I'd, ahem, state my source. To avoid accuses of plagiarism. XP


As for the Grand Prix (grawnd-pree), our car covered a distance of slightly more than 1m, if I'm not wrong. Yay.


We named our car Voiture, which means 'car' in French. Yeah, yeah, unoriginal, but whatever. Voiture sounds cool. (:


And, going on to new classes, I miss 1Faith05. We were probably the most anti-team spirit class when our counsellors stopped, well, counselling us, but we were a pretty cool bunch. 2Faith06 seems just wrong. Rachel Tong, Michelle Tang, Michelle Lee, Jessica and Calida (I might've left out some) aren't with us and though they're only a few people it makes a significant difference.


I mean, c'mon. No Michelle LYY to joke around, no Rachel Tong to holler at us to "Go to track for assembly!", no MichelleT, Jessica and Calida to have random chats with. Ugh.


Is it me, or do I sound really corny?


I like Mr. Beaver, by the way. And CD and withered leaf have been added to the list. Some people, anw, are pretty frustrating, annoying, and you just want to crush crush crush them with your middle finger while shouting "DIE SPAWN OF SATAN DIE."

Celtic music rocks. And note the new header. XP


I just have to become to conscientious know-it-all student everyone hates. I just have to! I can't handle not being smart and lagging behind, because I remember how utterly horrible I felt when I was flunking Chinese in primary school and always earning the honourable spot of last in class.


Hockey tomorrow; I'm not really looking forward to it, y'know.


Anyway, you know what? Yesterday when Mrs. C was briefing us sec twos -ahem- in the hall, she was calling us sec twos throughout.


Nothing wrong there, eh? But I wanted to scream at her to 'shut up shut up shut up! Call us sec ones! We're not sec twos! They're not sec ones; we are!"


I was so damn annoyed. Growing up sucks. I dread the day I turn 14, do not ask.


And I cannot wait till CNY. I don't think I'll be returning to ZPS, no matter how much I miss my alma mater. I'll probably be forgotten anyway, because I blend in too much and it's not like I'm some outstanding circus freak. LALA.


Now that was random. I mean heh. Yeah really.


Yknow I failed punctuation in the NSW test?


Bah.


I want to learn to play the HARP.


You know, I'm thinking that Sheng Yang didn't call me random girl for nothing, but that's probably a, err, figment of my imagination. I'm just eccentric.


Not that there's much difference, innit?

why does my heart tell me that i am

First day of school! How could I not blog?
It was boring, in all counts. 3/2 hours of lazing in the hall aside incessant droning. AH.
No lessons; enrichment week. Oh, dear yayness. Let's go to the zoo, shall we?


And, OH MY FUCKING NO BALLED NON EXISTENT GOD.
My register number is 30.
I so hate it. 30! Freaking 30! Stupid stupid stupid!
Hopefully next year I'll be 27, or at least in the twenties.
Fuckin 30!


Oh, and I've gained way too much weight. D:
Not that it matters... much.
Hopefully hockey and tennis will trim off all the excess.
But forget I ever said that.


It's weird, hearing people call us 'sec twos'. And then I realize that we're an inevitably growing up. Robyn's going on sec2, Daryl's going on sec2, Kenneth's -from tennis- going on sec2, Saranya's going on sec2, Mushroom's going on sec2, Shi Hao's going on sec2. It just seems WEIRD.


But ta.

Oh, and tennis today was great. Well, for the most part. I can actually do my forehands.

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I just love her vocabulary. So eloquent, so quaint, so mindblowingly beautiful. She has that lovely Victorian style which is painfully rare nowadays.


Just thought I'd say.