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I went to ZPS today for their teacher's days celebrations. You know what? He is so obviously trying to be cool and impress someone. He practically swaggered in, wearing some sling bag and acting like some big-shot. And his shirt was tucked in! Ugh, I know I'm being superficial, but I have to say this - tucked-in shirts suck! They just look geeky, and to him, it is not a good idea to tuck in your shirt if you're trying to be cool, trying being the objective word.


I don't intend to be mean, but his dressing sense sucks.


Nuff said. I arrived at about noon and amazingly Delphine managed to be earlier than me, even though I left first. I wish I knew how to walk to ZPS from the stadium. She took that route, thus she was earlier. Oh, well. At least I got there. I met up with the pl-lites on the way to zps and walked the rest of the way with them, and upon reaching the school I joined Delphine, Sarah and Valerie.


Is it me, or has Sarah not grown much? heh, no offence. Maybe I'm just taller.


The ZPS' trademark concert (which doesn't change much every year) was boring, as usual.


Mr. Liew talked to me regarding my sister. That was it. According to him, my bratty little extrovert sister is actually super introverted in class, and stares at him dumbly whenever he asks her a question in Chinese class. LMAO. That's a slightly ruder version of what he really said, but well, you know what? Mr. Liew had this HUGE stack of presents on the seat beside him in the hall, and everyone could just walk past and have a full view of him. It's almost as if he were trying to show off his gifts. Ha.


Mm, nothing much after that. I was planning to talk to Mrs. Choy -she's the best teacher to talk to, apart from Mrs Lee- but I didn't get a chance.


Oh, and some Malay guy whom I presume is one of the 6G2004 guys mockingly said hi to me as I walked past to the staff room. It was like a drawl of "Hi Stacy". His tone was very mocking. And sarcastic. And drawling, but I think I've mentioned that. I turned around and was like, who the heck is this? But he probably knew me and I probably knew him so I went (rather dumbly. deja vu?) "Wha...? oh, hi."


Even though I didn't recognize him at all. Maybe he was Faris from last year. Maybe. His hair was dyed. How horrible. =\ And I continued walking.


I didn't exactly get to really talk to any of the teachers. I just listened around, caught up on some banter and stuff.


to suwenn - if you read this, did you ever have a crush on a guy from chung cheng high? My classmate said that someone named suwenn from st.nicks liked some guy in her class...she thought you were my classmate at first. =

ZPS Annual Prize Presentation 2005, here I come... in a few months time.


Guys -not just the wannabe idiot I talked about- are such showoffs. Teddy was the only nice one!


I didn't recognize a lot of people. My memory must be failing.

If there's anything I hate, it's people who steal my lines. No, Robyn, I knew what you were thinking the other day and I ain't directing this at you. But get this straight, people who know me and have read my trademark poem - Colourless Butterfly is copyright! I know that people who have never read my poem can use the phrase all they like, but anyone who HAS read my poem - look, it's not nice to steal others' creativity juices! =\

Fack. Argh. GR. ACK. AH. -insert series of grunts and snorts here-


Hmph. I'm just pissed, so WORRY.


Forget it. =

As you can see, and if you remember, I broke my no-computer-from-monday-to-thursday-except-for-school-purposes rule. But I thought I deserved a break. I mean, well, out of the past 14 days, I've only truly enjoyed my lovely computer for SIX days. YES, S-I-X. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Thus I thought I should reward myself (aka slack).


I did some work on the website we had to do for p.e. It's the only project with which I've actually had FUN. Our christmas carols were oh-so-boring. Even though I came up with the idea of Christmas carols.


I'm getting lazy. I've only just realized how much time hockey takes up, because now, in the blissful absence of hockey trng, I have much more (MUCH) time on my idle-some hands. But I still wish hockey training wasn't cancelled for two weeks. I'll be lagging behind the next time we have our 3 round jog. Really and truly lagging - my stamina sucks.


The travel agency thing today was boring. I just sat around, did origami, and practically did nothing. >_> It's just a game of pretend. And, where games of pretend are concerned, I'd rather do roleplay.


G'bye.

oh, eff you. That's just slaggish.

oh, wow. SNG's homepage has a whole new layout, complete with flash and all. MITS, I love yall. Link here: http://www.sngs.sch.edu.sg/ It's a bit messy, though.


Strauss's 'Emperor Waltz' is nice.


A blog isn't a diary. A blog is something you use to tell others what you feel and what you think. Diaries are private. Blogs aren't. Diaries are your confidantes. Blogs are your message boards.


Point taken?


Good.


I love life. I'm feeling much better now, as compared to yesterday.

i am fond of creating abstract nicknames

This blog post is written on impulse.


On Daniel Ong or someone's radio show on 98.7, there was this part about a guy sending in an sms. Something about telling girls to stop dropping hints. It went something like this:


Subtle hints don't work. -insert blah blah blah here- Obvious hints don't work. -ditto- JUST SAY IT.


Hello? You guys must be really dense if you can't even pick up obvious hints. And, please. Normal people drop hints because the truth is too ugly for your delicate little male ears! Fine, then. You want us to 'just say it'? Blxxdy.


If you want, I'll be the most TACTLESS person to walk the earth. I'll point out all your bad points and make particularly harsh comments on whatever yellow polka dotted thing you're wearing.


That's what you all mighty, egoistic, immature teenage males want, huh?


Look, I'm not prejudiced against teenage males. Or any male, for that matter. I am most likely gonna date one. Or two. Or three. Or anything. After all.


It's just that males are so insufferable.


The angst filled male - thinks that he suffers the most in this entire world. He comes pleading and begging to you when he's stuck in some tight spot, and then ignores you completely when his life is nice and carefree and sunshine is practically dripping off him.


The typical male - thinks that females nag a lot. He is, well, sort of chauvinistic. Proud. Basically, he's a typical male.


Oh, forget it. There're so many types of males in this world I can't list them all.


But still. It is so hypocritical when males accuse females of being naggy. I've had more than my fair share of naggy males! Like fathers. And they dare call our mothers naggy. No, my father has never called my mother naggy and vice versa, but this is the kind of thing which you know exists somewhere in this unfair world.


This world is still as chauvinistic as it was in the 17th century. Chauvinism is just much more subtle.


But despite whatever I've just said, I still think that guys shouldn't carry a girl's handbag. I personally detest handbags as slingbags work perfectly fine for me. And the whole feminine idea doesn't quite work where I'm concerned.


But, sheesh.


Please note that this post was written before my anger had simmered. I don't mean to offend any males, just the EGOISTIC, conceited, hypocritical, naggy, chavunistic ones.


I will still be staying off the computer every monday to thursday. Except during the school hols.

Mars

Sigh. This is a bad phase. You know it's bad when I'm sick of fanfiction and gaiaonline and fictionpress and writing. And you know it's bad when I start reverting to neopets to find solace. Blogging is the only kept-alive flame. Jesus. Let's pray and hope that this phase will end.


Oh, I forgot I'm no longer a Christian.


I. Can't. Believe!


That's my fault, innit?


Uh, no.


Forget it.


BLISS SO SUCKS.


I'm supposed to be happily blogging away, after which I'll hop off to fanfiction to drown myself in LJ and DMHG and BZHG fics, simply because it's the weekend. But no, I'm staying here, bored and blogging, wanting to freaking go outside!!!


So, you'll ask, why don't I go outside.


No, I ain't grounded.


I just...ARGH. THE PHASE THE PHASE THE PHASE.


EFF YOU.


Anyway, this morning I bought a book from Popular. It's a book which I originally thought was dumb and bimbo-esque and stuff. But today, I bought it anyway because of The Phase when optimism is at its peak, such that bad things look good.


And surprisingly, it was a really good read, though it got boring at times. The author has managed to put down in words what I've been thinking all this while...Anyway, it's the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, second book in the series, by Ann Brashares. I'm most like Tibby. And a bit of Bridget.


I'm getting the third book.


But of course, that's what I always say. I mean it, but sure, I never put my words into action.


I frustrate myself.


It sounds ironic, but it's very very very common.


Especially among people who turn 13 in the year 2005.


Everyone, let's go to Mars.

13 Days is on full blast on the computer.


__ things you didn't know about me.


I decided a while ago that I didn't like coconut yoghurt.


I don't know how to pronounce 'paranoia'.


I give really corny nicknames to disguise the real names of others. For example, pillowcase.


I need contact lenses.


I'm getting sick of the computer.


I just might stop blogging altogether, but think, like, about 10 years later.


I pine for a book in a series which I've never found and thus never read. It's titled "Circle of Stones", and the last book of that series, I only read a few years ago and I've practically forgotten everything about it. I only know that I love it and I wanna read the final, last book. If you have that book, loan it to me. Or give it to me. That'd be much better.


I cannot tolerate chauvinists. Chauvinists suck. They really do.


I support homosexuals, even though I'm not one, and no, this is not a dig at imposter liu yi.


I ditched Christianity a few months ago. That's why I don't recite sng's daily morning prayer.


I didn't bother to memorize the Chinese version of sng's daily morning prayer. I didn't even know it existed at first, until one morning during assembly.


Ditto for the Chinese version of our state pledge, but I've picked up the lines already.


Emma Watson and Tom Felton are the only truly good looking ones in the HP show. Daniel Radcliffe and Rupert Grint look okay. Snape looks horrrrrrrrrrrrrrrible, but it must be all that hair grease.


In the past, I used to walk really really really slowly. Like in primary 5. That's why Pei Ying was always asking me to walk faster, heh. But now, I don't know why - I walk really, really, really, really, really, really quickly. My life seems so rushed nowadays and I can't stand it.


Right now, I feel lazy.


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G'bye.

baby baby baby i'm a rock star


God. I haven't written anything yet, but I can just feel the writer's block looming heavily before me. My imagination is zilch! Yadda. Blubber. Squelch. GAH.


ARGH. I just...feel...so wretched. I'm not even looking forward to the 1 week hol. Oh, and enrichment week's gonna be OH-SO-BORING. DAMN YUCK EEEEE.


I feel horrible today! It's one of those inexplicable feelings you get, and damn you, they are so not mood swings.


Sniff. I hope Saranya and the guys play today. I need some evening fun to pep me up. Or maybe I'll bike over to Esso and get a coke. That sounds good. Oh, and plus kitkat. I can't live without kitkat. There, I'm beginning to feel better already...


Who am I kidding?


Did I mention, ever since June or so I've begun to actually really like classical music...Grieg and Handel are good. Damn MEP. Must be too much musical influence. And the weird thing is, I'm getting more devoted to the piano. I actually voluntarily - willingly - started to learn to play Rondo Alla Turca a few days ago...it's my favourite song. I borrowed the score from liu yi. And Rondo Alla Turca so rocks.


That sounds weird. I mean, who says that classical music rocks? The words 'classical' and 'rock' so do not go together.


I've read some good books recently, and the bad part is that, as usual, they're borrowed from the library. Whoever founded the first library sucks. I hate returning books that I get attached to.


I'm debating over whether humans are kind/evil by nature. Mengzi and Xun zi are so contradictory. Recently, I've become obsessed with increasing my literary knowledge. And they say that if you can read Hardy, you can read anything - in literary terms. Thomas Hardy's novels are impossible to read, so I borrowed a book of his poems. Call me a nerdette but I happen to like poems. There.


oh, and 31st Aug is coming. I just hope that ZPS doesn't have a half day on that day, cos I might be able to return to my mother school and see all my teachers and classmates. Our dear principal of SNGS decided that we could be dismissed from school at 11am. I think I'll take a taxi to ZPS, if I can find one. Buses are too tedious.


Seriously, Robyn, I don't know how you survive on bus transport alone...


and your legs, of course.


Must be the Eurasian blood. =

heh, jaykay.


It's funny. Flipper, you know. How can we be on such good terms online, and then totally ignore each other when we meet each other? We weren't exactly good friends in primary school, but then, you don't have to brush past me in school as if your status is higher than mine.


Anyway.


PILLOWCASE, you SUCK. And you remind me of a pillowcase.


-failedpessimist

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I was wondering, what if suddenly I started acting like my sister? Would my rents notice the difference? Heh. That was random.


For starters, my sister is eight this year, has her own handphone which can take pictures and has super nice ringtones (outrage! I only had my handphone in p4!), speaks with a fake american accent that is highly annoying - she probably got that from watching too much That's So Raven, Lizzie McGuire and Kim Possible - and is a downright spoilt brat. My parents adhere to her every whim. Okay, maybe that's exaggerating, but I gag when they generously offer to buy her some uber expensive barrrrrbie doll. I don't like barbie dolls, but god, she has a whole box 70cm by 70cm by 50cm full of them! It's just a rough estimation, but you get my drift.


Oh, and she has absolutely zilch respect for me. Hmph. I bet Paula doesn't treat Clara that way...or do you? Oh, well. My sister specializes in TORTURING ANIMALS. It beats me, you know, how she can feel nothing after kicking our oh-so-adorable mutt doggy.


My sister is...argh. You'll only get my drift when you meet her in person, and if you think she's sweet and all, IT'S ALL AN ACT! Grrr.


Okay, anyway. I wrote my first DMHG one-shot, got another nice review for my LJ fic, still 0 reviews for my one-shot The End of Innocence, and...


I have major writer's block. I had problems writing a ridiculously easy Chinese essay, I didn't know how to go about continuing to write my LJ fic even though the plot has been planned out already, and... oh well.


I don't feel like blogging anymore. Sigh.


Bye.