orange and black

lifts and rude salesmen!

I got my nice turf shoes today, with a shoe bag to boot. Gray, with red or orange markings. Or marking. Anything. Pshaw. Okay, maybe they look fine, but I LIKED THE BLACK ONE! Too bad it didn't have my size. I have uber small feet ranging from size 4-6, depending on which brand you're talking about. With Bata, I'm a size 4. With Timberland, I'm a size 6. Sheesh!

Oh, did I mention that my shoe bag is also orange and black - matching my hockey stick? Heh. I'm obssessed with orange and black. Below is a list of all my orange and black stuff:

Bike

T-shirt

Hockey Stick

Shoebag

Sandals

Bag (though I don't use it)

Um...can't remember anything else.

THERE.

Oh, and I officially hate myself! I mean...oh, pshaw. Let's not talk about that. Anyway, we had a racing mock-competition between Saranya, Amanda, Shi Hao, Marcus, Sutthersan and I. Girls against guys: relay. Marcus was super slow. I always tied with Sutthersan. I was a few seconds behind Shi Hao - I guess. Depending on which person was in which position, the girls almost always won - or tied with the guys.

But as usual, they winded up playing soccer in the end, and also as usual, I opted out and cycled around instead of playing soccer. What do Amanda, Saranya and Robyn see in soccer and the color pink?

Yeah, so as I said, I cycled around and when I cycled past them sometime later I saw that they were joined by mushroom. The first soccer game in ages, and I wasn't there to see it...but, oh well. At least we they played. I don't really consider myself as one of them. More like I'm a freaking outsider. I always am an outsider. Well, most of the time. Outcast. "Pariah", as Robyn would say.

And the weird thing? I like it. =)

feelin' so good. Like real.

I'm under the city lights

It's on, its on tonight

My mood is right, its on its on tonight

Me and my girls

Tonight it's our world

I'm out tonight

Yea, I'm out tonight

Come on now

City Lights [jojo]

I. Am. So. Pissed! (for no reason at all)

cussing

-this is an edited post-

I suddenly miss primary school all over again. I don't know why, I just do. Everything just comes back to me. The canteen, the classroom, the parade square, the hall, the teachers, staffroom, prefect's room...etc...and everything that I did there. It's like I'm all nice and warm after drying myself off with a towel after being drenched by a huge wave, and suddenly another huge wave comes and I'm wet all over again.


But I'm going to bore you with all my schmaltz-ness. So I'll just swallow my sorrow and cry myself out inside. The LJ fic isn't getting on very good. How to you get a girl in denial to admit she likes this super-hot guy whom she's been hating for years? Okay, maybe I'm joking about the super-hot, but hey. J.K. Rowling did say that James Potter was handsome. Read the fifth book yehself! Don't we all love Hagrid. =)


Dikir Barat today was sick. That's what you get when you cross a bunch of hormonal (jaykay), perverted teens/adolescents with malay dance and mr. wong. Mary-Anne came up with a good way to combat wong guy. =) He said that she'd have trouble getting her chest to touch her knees. (outrage! this is called demeaning an innocent!) And she retorted (none too politely) that he'd have even more trouble getting his chest to touch his knees. Muahaha. He got what he deserved! =)


Okay, I sound so cheesy now. Cheesy. Mm. Don't you just love cheese? I especially love cheese sandwiches. Last month I had this weird obssession with them. I kept going downstairs in the middle of the night to make myself a cheese sandwich. Now I sneak down to chew on bubblegum. Yayness.


More than half my class is influenced by freaking fashion.

• -the names are censored because some people don't like it, and I can't blame them, because they have a right to their dignity. However, yiying, if you want the names of those I apparently insulted, you can go to http://zctoffensiveposts.blogspot.com/ where you can see

Okay, pshaw, I'm not counting anymore.

In case you don't know what I'm talking about (which, naturally, you don't), all these people wear low belts. People say that we're allowed to not wear the belt through the hoop, but that doesn't explain why people do that. Belts were supposed to be threaded through the hoop anyway. Look, I don't have a thing against these people, but maybe you should let me state my reasons...

I do not like to succumb to things. All these people, in my opinion, are weaklings who succumb to fashion pressure.And I think it's pathetic. People succumb to the vain grip of fashion because

• They want to be accepted.
• They want to be "special".
• They want to be cool. Ew.

Contradictory to what I told issy -I wasn't thinking correctly at that time- I do not think low belts are cool. I just think that they are what others think are cool.

Oh, well, about the "special" part: Look, if you think you're special because you wear a low belt and low ankle socks, you're wrong. Because if everyone's special, nobody is. Besides you guys, in a bid to "fit in" make an effort to be the same as everybody when out there, people are making the effort to be different.

This post is only meant to offend those who are guilty of whatever I just stated. If you are not guilty of these, why be offended? Pshaw.

dratted

I'm convinced that English Regency Romances (ERR) are one of the lamest kind I've ever read. Either that, or the English have bad taste in romance stories. It's like, he kisses her unprecedentedly, and then they fall in love and blah blah blah when only minutes ago they're both convinced of their eternal hate for each other. And, they are just so predictable! Well, the romance part is horrid, but the plotline (e.g.adventure, action etc) is very good. Or okay. Anything.


What's more, all the guys are national spies in disguise, use fake names, and the girl is so prissy and all that one moment and the next moment she willingly jumps into bed with him? Okay, I know this sounds crude, but it's so true.


You'd think the authors wrote the stories together, just put the plotline in their own style. Pshaw.

ha

off the heazy;


Someone who is not your real friend...
Reads your mail without asking you.
Does not respect your privacy. (which is about the same as above, but the above pisses me off a lot...)
Will not give up her happiness for your sake, even if that means you have to suffer. (which is exactly why practically none of us have true friends and are true friends!)
Doesn't care much for what consequences you suffer, as long as she/he's okay.
Does not respect you at all.
Like, is secretly jealous of you. [something I came up with, not that I suffer from this, or least I don't think so]


And...yeah, loads more. Thus, while I know I have companions, I do not have any real friends. I am also convinced that I myself am not a good friend.


Oh, and how many of you are convinced that your "best friend" will forfeit a chance to go to her bestest bestest (it's not a word, but yeah) idol's concert just to help you out with a really really really really really important project or whatever?


You're all deceiving yourselves...

cootbags

headless chooks! headless chooks! kill the pig! XD


Sorry, I'm so hyper I'm crazy...sort of. I mean, I have lots of literature homework to do and three short maths worksheets and a frickin PIANO CLASS coming up tomorrow, not to mention a blasted piano exam on the 10th of August, ON THE NATIONAL DAY HOLIDAY, and I'm hyper. Sheesh.


Don't you just hate piano? I'd rather do something cooler. Like drums. Mm, that'd be nice. But...you know what? It'd be nicer to not play any instruments at all. So Tuesday afternoons can be spent updating my LJ fic instead of having to deal with my nag-orgress of a piano teacher. bah


I can't hit, and I'm so freaked out by that. Okay, maybe I can hit, but only sometimes. On the rare occasion when my hitting is good, I'm ecstatic! Oh, and xun's baack. The seniors didn't make too much of a fuss of her return as I expected...or did they? haha, I don't mean to demean my seniors. I mean, they're my seniors. My nice caring lovable affectionate concerned seniors who always shout at us to hurry up when we're doing our warm up jog, bully us when they lose control of their ball and make us fetch it and give it back to them (okay, okay, jaykay! I know it's not their fault...) and our brilliant seniors who scold us to tuck in our t-shirts.


note sarcastic tone.


I'm bloody kidding. They are my seniors, after all, and they're nice and all...but they do have bad points. =P Ah, I'm such a hypocrite. Us juniors, or specifically me, have(has) bad points too. Like...we slack a lot? ack. Why am I talking about hypocrite-ness?


Anyway, this morning during PC, mary-anne was complaining of the cold in the mep room and mr. wong said that since she was wearing two layers -pinafore and blouse- she shouldn't feel cold. And mary-anne pointed out that of course he didn't feel the cold, cos he had long sleeves. And he retorted that it was the same. (of course it isn't the same, but he's just a dumb old cootbag) Following, michelle, um, demurely pointed out that it was three layers and not two.


She does know how to make people laugh. The whole class was chaotic. Ah, and then came the best -or second best- part; mr. wong commented that mary-anne didn't look like she needed three layers.


Isn't he mean? =)

enervate

I haven't got my turf shoes yet. Coach is so gonna kill me. Maybe I should just wear my track shoes. And then I'll get the turf shoes next weekend. D'you believe that in the whole of Thomson plaza, they only have one pair of turf shoes? Royal Sporting House sucks!


But anyway, I got a cd. I was spoilt for choice. Haha. I wanted to get monkey business at first but decided that it wasn't what I really wanted. I contemplated getting The OC's soundtrack, but decided against it for some reason I don't know...I got Jojo's cd instead. Right now I'm listening to track 2, and you know what? Whoever prepared the cd case sucks. It was totally spoilt! The front cover came off and I had to fix it back again, and those small little teeth that hold the cd in place BROKE. Bloody. They don't even provide the lyrics?! But I like her hat. Her fashion managers so totally rock.


They really should work more on the front cover, though. She looks too fat.


I've downloaded oh-so-many windows media player skins. =) And I'm gonna download more. Tata, people.

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That is so true.

waves crash

I'm listening to Handel's "Hellelujah Chorus". It's really swell. Joy's right; we should have done Handel for the MEP project instead.


Finally, my mum approves fully of something I wear!


I'm going to update my LJ fic now.

yahda

Hockey was almost normal today. Easier, but I CAN'T HIT. Oomph, lucky coach didn't see my horrible hitting skills. Hockey-monkey is so darn boring, no matter how many people there are. I have a good dribble? Ah. Looks like all that practise hasn't gone to waste. But stupid, stupid hitting. Paula, or Saranya! One of you simply has to accompany me to Conway or the field to hit...tomorrow afternoon.


Oh, and ya know what, I've been chosen to bloody perform in the Dikir Barat thing! I have to wear a batik shirt (I hate batik) and the bottom hasn't been decided on yet. Mr. Wong says that I have good coordination. What does he mean? According to Merriam-Webster's Online Dictionary, it is, um, the act of coordinating -duh- ...which means:


1 : to put in the same order or rank2 : to bring into a common action, movement, or condition : HARMONIZE3 : to attach so as to form a coordination complexintransitive senses1 : to be or become coordinate especially so as to act together in a smooth concerted way2 : to combine by means of a coordinate bond


What the hell? I'm a good...peacemaker? He put me in the Dikir Barat thing because of that? Please, I don't even talk in school. Not much, anyway. Not in situations like...like Dikir Barat. And because I don't talk, how does he expect me to...peacemake? I believe in staying out of female catfights, thank you, because I won't stoop to their level.


Btw, check this out:



NATIONAL INTERSCHOOLSWIMMING CHAMPIONSHIPS 2005
Congratulations toour Swim Teams! C Division -- 3rd B Division -- 3rd Great job,teachers, coaches and girls!Well done!



NAT'L SCHOOLS TRACK & FIELD 2005
More Results Update.........Congratulations!
Kelly ( 2H) - Javelin (Silver) Cheng Cai Yi (2H) - Triple Jump (Bronze)Puah Si hui (3H) - Long Jump (Gold)Jocelyn Yeo (2H) - Discus (Gold)Kelly (2H) - Discus (Bronze)Joey Ng ( 1G) - Long Jump (Bronze)Amanda Quey - 80m Hurdles(Gold)Mabel Koh (1U ) - 80m Hurdles(Silver)Khoo Shi Hui - 400m (Bronze)Well Done Girls! Keep The SNG Flag Flying!
A BIG THANK YOU FROM SNG TRACK TEAM
A very BIG THANK YOUto all Teachers, EAS, Parents,PMB ExCo and all Studentsfor the great support atthe Track & Field Championships



NATIONAL SCHOOLSTRACK & FIELD 2005
Congratulations!C Division -- 2ndB Division -- 1stWell done,coaches, teachers and girls!Thanks for putting upa great fight!We are proud of you!



NATIONAL INTERSCHOOLARTISTIC GYM CHAMPIONSHIPS 2005
Congratulations to ourArtistic Gymnastics teams!C Division -- 2ndB Division -- 2ndWell done,coach, teachers and girls!



GIRL GUIDESINTERNATIONAL JAMBOREE CAMP
Congratulations to our 3 Guidesselected to take part in theInternational Jamboree in Denmark21 July - 3 August 2005Foo Si Rui (S3D)Oh Kai Li (S3D)Ong Zhijun Cheryl (S3T)Bon voyage!

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Heck, they didn't even showcase the hockey achievements on the school website. We beat Teck Whye 2-0, thrashed Swiss Cottage 9-0, drew with Bedok Town at 1-1, and our achievements aren't announced? Please! We know that practically the whole school (or at least, Miss Susan LONG) is prejudiced against the noble hockeyers, but...this is...Jeezus. We are the higher. We are the nobles. We will take this in our stride and walk around proudly with our heads held high, ignoring the peasant-like gossip of the, well, peasants...and - oh. I sound like one of those pompous peacemakers. Ignore me. -slap-