Thursday, August 31, 2006
♥ Down for books

Real hiatus for good. I really got to get down and start studying. I've got a goal to beat Haobo this term. And Hanhui. And somebody else.

Beat Haobo because I want to show him what bad he's doing himself by not studying and thinking miracles can happen. (By the way, some time like one month ago he smsed me and said he'll shut up in class because I always say he's too noisy. HE SAID THAT OKAY. Too bad I didn't save the sms.) Okay, fine, I don't really study too. But at least I don't scream and shout and disturb others. Why else did you think gillian, Chunying and I resort to reading our textbooks in the canteen every morning?

Beat Hanhui because we got a bet to spur each other on. The one with the lousier L1R5 has to treat the other Jack's Place. I hope we draw or something. Then I wouldn't have to make him treat me and feel bad or treat him and feel worse. (Actually no, I don't think I'll feel bad letting him treat me.) I'm a nice girl, you see.

Beat SE (SHORT for SOMEBODY ELSE) because, well, I've always wanted to beat SE. Literally or otherwise. But yah lah, haha. Just like Weixin always wanted to beat SEE (Somebody Else Else), and gillian always wanted to beat SEEE (Somebody Else Else Else). We each have a goal you see. :D

Happy Teachers' Day to all teachers.

This term, I'm going to pass AMaths with a C5 at least. (No idea how I'm going to accomplish that big a deal, but I'll TRY, as in REALLY TRY.) As for Chemistry... Sigh. Because Miss Koh (my Chemistry tuition teacher) is going to read my blog, I'll say Electrolysis rocks but it's not relevant for L1R5.

And no, I'm not going to allow myself to score anything other than A1 for Geography this term.

BYE. AND YOU WON'T SEE ME HERE FOR A LONG LONG TIME. TADAH.

Wednesday, August 30, 2006
♥ Rice

I overheard this just now. D stands for Dad and M stands for Mum. Conversation was in Hokkien mixed Chinese.

M: Eat your rice lah. Talk so much.
D: You also what. Eat your rice lah.
M: I eating what. See, I have less rice left than you lor. This shows that I eat more than you, because you talk too much.
D: No lor. Is because you take less rice than me. You started with less rice of course now you have less rice lah.
M: No! I took more rice than you lah. Then now I still have less rice than you. You still talk so much. Wait I finish already don't help you wash your bowl.
D: You have so little rice left of course you'll finish earlier than me lah. You go take more rice.
M: Don't want. I ate SO much rice, I full already. You faster eat your rice lah. Stop talking.
D: You stop talking first.
M: No, you stop talking first.
D: Tsk. You stop talking first lah.
M: NO. You stop talking first.
D: Ok.
M: Stop talking!
D: I stopped already!
M: You said Ok.
D: ...
M: Hahahahahaha.
D: Ali.

I swear I heard my father call my mother Ali. Maybe it meant something else in Hokkien. BUT HE CALLED HER ALI. I told you all my genes are inherited from them. They can go on talking about who has more rice than the other for 10 minutes non stop. Cute.

Actually. I'm super sleepy now. But I don't want to sleep.

I don't want today to end.

Because tommorrow's Teachers' Day celebrations. SIGH. SIGH. SIGH.

...

The only reason why I'm going to school and not using my excuse letter for this term is because I want to give the teachers the roses I made. Tsk. And somehow I can't bring myself to be that evil to leave Jiahao with the responsibility of leading in the garden trail. (Actually no, that's not the main reason, but well.)

Hahahahahahahahahaha.

I'll record everything down and have a good laugh after that.

Lol. I know you have no idea what I'm talking about. But it's okay, because I'm not really sure too. LOL.

OH. I haven't finished the largest bouquet (for Mdm Wong). BYE BYE. :D

Tuesday, August 29, 2006
♥ :D

I'm sorry people. The previous upload was invalid because the file name was in Chinese and yousendit couldn't read Chinese so the upload wasn't succesful. And of course, I'm a good little girl (unlike what Hanhui insisted), and I'm going to upload it again.

And Jiaru, you're going to love me because of it. :D That youtube link you posted on the tagboard was NOTHING man. This's the real thing.

So here it is. Click HERE

I'm still bloody full after having Sakaed with Fiona and Zhiwei. We were laughing like some crazy people lah. Hahahahaha.

By the way, Shikin, I have no idea what a Jay bag looks like too. I guess it looks like Jay and is a bag. But Jay doesn't look like a bag. So, I conclude that a Jay bag is a super sohpiscated bag that has the ability to sing Qian Li Zhi Wai and can catch your attention and never let go.

Nah. No such bag, lah. So sad right. :(

Oh, and Jiaru, I haven't pinned the poster up because I still want to hug it to sleep. So it's still in the tube. But I can remember every little detail of the poster already anyway. So I can hug the poster and picture it on the ceiling. Pretty sight, and I haven't been getting nightmares anymore. :D

Sarah, it's okay. It's okay you don't feel like seeing Jay now. It's okay. I won't hate you for that. Really. I won't tell all the Jay fans SARAH DOESN'T FEEL LIKE SEEING JAY. And I won't sit back and no nothing when they come bash you up. And I won't watch you die of severe blood loss and not dial for an ambulance. I won't do these cruel things to you, I promise, my foot. HAHA.

Hanhui > There's nothing wrong with my blog what! It's true there're millipedes in the school. It's true Yanqi's the one in charge of the forest. It's true he's the one who came up with the GARDEN TRAIL. It's true our Chem teacher wanted to sue the school. It's also true that our vice principal can't sing the school song. And it's true I don't like my form teacher. I thought the whole world knew that. HAHA.

Oh. By the way, sorry people. Zi Long isn't a song by Jay. It was Weilong who sent me the song. -_- But it's okay. He meant well. :D And it's a nice song anyway. Haha.

Today's Physics practical was a happy thing. :D I had time left to keep the apparatus and arrange them in a smiley face (for the pendulum experiment) and some abstract arrangement (for the mirror experiment). HAHA. I sat there and stoned for the last 15 minutes of the test, staring at Mrs Chong, while she marked her papers. At one point in time she looked up and stared straight back at me. Then I started laughing. I don't know what it was that I found funny, but I just laughed, lah. And she looked offended and frowned at me. HAHA. So I went back to playing with the stopwatch. LOL.

Nothing much to blog about actually. Today is the first day in four years I went to school on a school day without a school bag. Lol.

BYE!

Monday, August 28, 2006
♥ QIAN LI ZHI WAI MV

I'M SO HAPPY THAT I'M CRYING NOW.

THANK YOU YONGYUAN. YOU'RE THE BEST. IT MAY SOUND WRONG BUT I DON'T CARE. I LOVE YOU FOR SENDING ME QIAN LI ZHI WAI MV. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU.

IT'S SUCH A HAPPY OCCASION BUT IT'S SUCH A SAD STORY. :'( I KNOW I'M CRAZY LAH. BUT I REALLY CAN'T HELP IT! HOW CAN ANYONE BEAR WATCHING JAY LOOK SO SAD?!

I KNOW IT'S ACTED OUT. I KNOW IT'S JUST A MUSIC VIDEO. BUT. IT'S JUST SO FREAKING SAD CAN. AND IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL. THE WHOLE VIDEO IS SO BEAUTIFUL. I WANT TO LIVE IN THAT ERA. BUT NO. IF I LIVE IN THAT ERA I CAN'T IDOLISE JAY. BECAUSE JAY WON'T BE BORN YET. BUT I WANT TO LIVE IN THAT ERA, WITH JAY. SO THAT HE CAN SING QIAN LI ZHI WAI AND I CAN WATCH HIM ON STAGE.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

HOW CAN ANYONE BE SO SHUAI.

AND THIS ENTRY IS IN CAPS BECAUSE I'M GOING SO CRAZY SMILING ADMIST TEARS. AND OF COURSE I'M GOING TO POST IT HERE FOR YOU IDOLISING-JAY-PEEPS TO DOWNLOAD. SEE. I'M SUCH A NICE GIRL. WHY CAN'T THEY LET ME SHAKE JAY'S HANDS INSTEAD OF LETTING SOME IRRITATING HEDGEHOG CALLED EH-REN TO HAVE THE PRIVILEGE TO SHAKE HIS HANDS.

LIFE IS UNFAIR.

BUT I'M NOT GOING TO POST THE DOWNLOAD LINK JUST YET. I'M GOING TO LET YOU PEOPLE WAIT THE WAY I WAITED FOR THE FILE EXCHANGE TO COMPLETE WHEN DEAREST YONGYUAN SENT IT TO ME. SO YOU'RE GOING TO CONTINUE READING MY RANTS UNTIL I'M SATISFIED.

OKAY, FINE. ACTUALLY NO. I'M NOT THAT EVIL. TOLD YOU I'M A NICE GIRL.

BY THE WAY, YONGYUAN CLAIM THE PART WHEN FEI YU QING APPEARED IN THE VIDEO WAS FUNNY. HE APPEARED ONSTAGE WHEN THE CURTAINS WERE DRAWN. AND YONGYUAN SAID THAT WAS FUNNY. I ADMIT IT SEEMS A LITTLE WEIRD. BUT NONETHELESS. THE WHOLE VIDEO IS BEAUTIFULLY CRAFTED. AND GUESS WHAT'S THE REASON. OF COURSE. JAY WAS THE DIRECTOR. WHY ELSE DID YOU THINK IT CAN BE SO NICE?!

ACTUALLY. THE REASON WHY I'M SO HAPPY YET SAD IS BECAUSE THE VIDEO CLICKED ME LIKE THE MOUSE CLICKED ON THE ENLIGHTENED BUTTON. YES, BABES, I'M ENLIGHTENED. I'VE FINALLY DECIDED WHAT I'M GOING TO DO. I DON'T KNOW HOW THE VIDEO HAS HELPED ME, BUT I'M JUST GLAD NOW BECAUSE I'M GONNA BE HAPPY FROM TODAY ONWARDS. AS FOR WHY I AM SAD. ACTUALLY I STILL DON'T KNOW. MAYBE IT'S TEARS OF JOY. OR MAYBE IT'S CAUSE I CAN'T BEAR SEEING JAY SO HAGGARD. OR MAYBE IT'S CAUSE I'M UTTERLY TOUCHED.

A BIG THANK YOU TO YONGYUAN, ONCE AGAIN. AND A BIGGER THANK YOU TO JAY.

NOW HERE'S THE LINK. HERE

WATCH IT. EVEN IF YOU DON'T LIKE JAY. EVEN IF YOU DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT JAY. BUT I FORBID LONEHEARTER READERS TO NOT GIVE A DAMN ABOUT JAY. SO YOU BETTER WATCH IT. I DON'T CARE WHO YOU ARE. YOU BETTER WATCH IT. AND YOU BETTER SAY IT'S NICE. OR I'M GOING TO SEVERE ALL TIES WITH YOU. PRISCILLA KOH. THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING. IT'S ABOUT TIME YOU LEARN TO APPRECIATE GOOD MUSIC.

AND ANOTHER REASON WHY I THINK THE SONG IS SO TOUCHING IS OF COURSE. THE LYRICS. SO, THANK YOU FANG WEN SHAN. YOU'RE A REAL TALENT. AND I LOVE YOU TO BITS.

BUT OF COURSE. I LOVE JAY THE MOST.

I'M SO HAPPY I WANNA TELL THE WHOLE WORLD I HAVE QIAN LI ZHI WAI MV.

THERE'S ONLY ONE THING IN THIS WORLD THAT CAN MAKE ME CRY SO READILY. JAY AND JAY'S SONGS AND JAY'S MVS.

11 DAYS MORE.

TELL ME HOW CAN I WAIT. HOW CAN I WAIT. AND WHEN WILL JAY COME TO SINGAPORE AGAIN. I WANT TO SEE HIM. BADLY. THE LAST TIME I SAW HIM WAS JUNE LAST YEAR (?) WHEN HE CAME TO SINGAPORE FOR INITIAL D PRESS CONFERENCE. STOOD THERE FOR 2 HOURS JUST TO SEE 5 MINUTES OF HIM. BUT I'M CONTENTED. I WAS BLOODY CONTENTED.

I THINK I'M REALLY CRAZY. BUT I DON'T CARE. I'M GOING TO DREAM ABOUT THAT MV, SERIOUSLY. IT'S MY FAVOURITE MV SO FAR. I LIKE IT MORE THAN FENG. I HATE TO SAY THIS BUT ACTUALLY I THOUGHT NOVEMBER'S CHOPIN WAS DISAPPOINTING. BUT YI RAN FAN TE XI. STILL FANTASY. FANTASY AGAIN. WHATEVER. I'M GOING TO LOVE IT. AND I KNOW IT. BECAUSE IT'S SO VINTAGE AND I SO TOTALLY LOVE IT BEFORE IT'S EVEN LAUNCHED.

I'VE WATCHED IT 23 TIMES ALREADY.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. WHY DON'T I HAVE A MP4 LIKE SPIKY SO I CAN UPLOAD THIS SONG INTO IT AND PLAY IT OVER AND OVER AGAIN IN SCHOOL?!

WHY.

WHY.

WHY.

BACK TO THIS WHYS THING. AGAIN. STOP IT. STOP REPLAYING IT OVER AND OVER AGAIN.

NOBODY SAID THANK YOU WHEN I UPLOADED QIAN LI ZHI WAI AND ZI LONG THE OTHER TIME. THAT SHOWS THAT NOBODY DOWNLOADED IT AND LISTEN TO IT. THAT SHOWS THAT NOBODY APPRECIATES JAY. THAT MEANS JAY'LL BE SAD. THAT MEANS I'LL BE SAD. ='(

HOW. COULD. YOU. PEOPLE. DO. THIS. TO. JAY. AND ME.

ALRIGHT. THAT ME DOESN'T MATTER. BUT HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO JAY?!

(At this point in time, I think I should stop this entry and turn in early because there's still Physics practical exam tomorrow...)

...

Bye.

P.S: I broke my bag. :( I want a Jay bag.

Sunday, August 27, 2006
♥ Yi Ran Fan Te Xi

Hello.

I'm supposed to be asleep because I hardly slept yesterday. Went studying with gillian and Chunying at Bishan Macs overnight, again. We saw that same guy from my primary school who obviously recognized me but opted to confirmed my name when I'm wearing the class jersey. -.- Lol. He reminds me of Mr Gn, really.

Studying there was, uh, fruitless. I practically stoned my time away. gillian did a little more than me. Chunying did the most. But still, my Physics textbook was the only thing I touched last night. And I read through the chapter of Moments, and the page stopped at Pressure since then. I drew my dream house. Haha.

At 12.25am I grew so bored of stoning I decided to sms people again. Haha, and so did gillian. And gillian concluded that her friends aren't entertaining. Lol.

And then Spiky came over because we badly needed someone to entertain us. He was supposed to dance the blangha dance. But he said he didn't learn it, since his PE was on Monday and Monday was his Science practical exam. Lol. But he danced the Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. -.- LOL.

In exchange for him coming to entertain us (disturb is more like it), I had to help him do his si han which he owes Mr Ng for a week. gillian kept regretting asking him here. Because he started singing the campfire frog song, with "goes a little green frog" changed to "goes a little macho kenCOUGHSneth". Yah. Hahahahaha.

Then at 3++am, he decided it was time to go home because he was starting to miss Miss RU. HAHA. So all 4 of us walked to the MRT station where he took a cab and dropped us back at the Macs. -.- LOL.

So we went back to Macs. And I continued stoning, and sleeping, and stoning, and sleeping, and so on. Until 5am when I realised it was far too cold and I'm literally freezing. So I got out of the Macs with gillian and we sat on the steps outside Macs. And at 5.45am, we decided to go home.

But dear, first MRT starts only at 6.43am on Sundays. TSK. So we took bus 88 back to AMK, and gillian took 265 home. Called home to try my luck and see if my dad can come fetch me. AND YAY! MY MUM SAYS YES! (though my dad isn't awake yet...) But I'll just have to wait. So Chunying went home in 169 and I went to AMK Macs to stone, again.

And then one and a half hours later, they arrived.

-_-

One and a half hours. I nearly died stoning. If I've known, I'd have walked to Bishan Park to watch sunrise. No lah, there's no super duper nice sunrise at Bishan Park. This is just, about the most boliao thing I can think of doing.

So anyway, my mother explained that it was because she couldn't find her keys (which was later found in my bedroom because my second sis used it to get out of the house last night after she accidentally locked her own keys in the bedroom). And it didn't occur to her that my father had his keys too. And my father said nothing because he didn't know it's keys my mother were looking for. Right, and so they made me stone for one and a half hours.

It's okay, considering my father then took us out for breakfast at Macpherson Food Centre. I love them because they know I eat alot, and so they bought alot. Beehoon, carrot cake, cheecheongfun, porridge, and other crap stuffs. Wiped them out. Not me alone lah, I'm not that scary. My parents can eat alot too you know. Sometimes I think my traits are directly inherited from them. But they have some contradicting traits, which explains why I'm such a confused person.

Oh, and the roads along the food centre was plagued with runners for some marathon (?) thinger. So many people, and they blocked the entrance to the carpark into the food centre. There's a traffic person stationed there, and he's supposed to make sure the traffic's not too badly clogged. But obviously he's not doing his job well, because there's a long queue of cars waiting to turn into the carpark and yet he's not doing anything to stop the runners for a minute.

So this car in front of ours, a yellow car with a black top (VERY SIMILAR TO THE ONE KEISUKE HAD IN INITIAL D) sounded the honk many many times. But the guy that is so void, he's not doing anything at all! So that yellow car just sounded a long signal, and then charged ahead, leaving all the runners stunned, and the void guy stunneder. And of course, the other cars behind that yellow car followed. Haaa.

Anyway, after eating, I asked my mother how plums grow, a question I kept saying I'll research on but never ever remembers. I just thought of it when I saw a shophouse that has the word PLUM at the shopfront. So anyway, my mother actually knows the answer. She says they grow on trees, and she used to see these trees when she was young. So people, plums grow from trees.

Then I went on to ask how snakes shit. I didn't expect her to know, but guess what! She actually knows the answer. She says that the snake's anus is somewhere near its tail, just a little hole there. And that she saw this from a documentary.

Cool huh. Therefore this shows that you don't need high education to know stuff that usual people don't know. (She has only finished secondary education.) Maybe if I read every single newspaper article in every single newspaper and watch all documentaries on all channels, I can score for exams. HAHAHAHAHA. Sorry, don't mind me, I'm talking cock because I didn't get enough sleep.

It rained while we were on the way home. And my father cheered in the car because he's happy that the runners cannot go on running their marathon. HAHA. Told you I inheritted his genes. LOL.

I think I should seriously get some sleep.

Replies >

Jiaru > Huh? Why aren't you going?! It's dumb yah yah yah. But you have to go!! We don't get chances to dance blangha often you know. It's a chance not to be missed!! COME ON!! COME DANCE BLANGHA!!! :D

Pris > My other chem teacher has spent all her money on buying rice cookers so that she can cook the best rice in the world, therefore she has no $200 to spend on the pair of pants which is to be caught in the table. Furthermore, she'll have no money to sue the school too. She just spent her recent savings on buying 700kg of Thai Fragrant Rice. :D

shikin > You're still sore about the ball?! Come on! Don't be! I promise I'll catch your ball next time alright? (HAHAHAHAHA AS IF I WILL) And NO! I'm not showing anyone the sunglasses pics!! NEVER!

Vanessa > Big-sized meh? 2 years old okay what. Haha. I know it's 2 years old because of the year the pic's taken in. 1992 what. That's why 2 years old. Lol.

Junhe > Woah! Bloaty is a Jay Chou fan too?! :D:D:D:D Yeah! Have you preordered Yi Ran Fan Te Xi?! I preordered liao lehhhhhHH. Got his newest poster liao lehhhhhhHH. DAMN SHUAI CAN. :D Haha.

Fiona > Haha! Not so zhong she qing you? Haha. By the way, how many months is it le? Who's the next one to lose the bet? Me or Spiky? LOL. And yah, the blangha shit is stupid. What else can you expect from Mr Green Man? HAHA.

I'm getting some sleep. AND YES. I'M HUGGING THAT POSTER TO SLEEP. YIPPEE!

It's 12 more days. Come on I can't wait.

Saturday, August 26, 2006
♥ JAY

I always thought Qing Hua is written by Jay but sang by Liu Geng Hong. Which is true lah. But Jay sang Qing Hua too.



Nevermind about the weird background noises. But it's Jay and it's Jay and it's Jay. :D Meanwhile, Hui Dao Guo Qu. :D



People, it's untrue that Moky the chem teacher produces A1 and A2 students only. And it's untrue that her boys back at Chinese High treats her with utmost respect. What's true is that her tests are meant only to fail you. Lucky our prelims aren't set by her.

|[:w.e.e.l.i.a.n.g:]| the last of my milk teeth dropped says:
wah u heng ar

[[ qian li zhi wai ]]___[[.jAy.]] says:
keep saying she teach in chinese high for 20 years

|[:w.e.e.l.i.a.n.g:]| the last of my milk teeth dropped says:
lol
|[:w.e.e.l.i.a.n.g:]| the last of my milk teeth dropped says:
she's much loved by us man
|[:w.e.e.l.i.a.n.g:]| says:
mok's class chem result oso damn bad
|[:w.e.e.l.i.a.n.g:]| says:
her test kill pple one la

[[ qian li zhi wai ]]___[[.jAy.]] says:
really mehh
[[ qian li zhi wai ]]___[[.jAy.]] says:
she keep saying her students all A2 and above one

|[:w.e.e.l.i.a.n.g:]| says:
my foot ar
|[:w.e.e.l.i.a.n.g:]| says:
tht time got meet the parents then no one go see her

LOL.

Bye! :D

hua shang de you cai
zao yi bei feng gan
gai zhen me lai wan chen wo bu ming bai
ji yi de tu an
fang zai jiu huo tan
wo dan xing hui you sui dong de teng ai
xue bai de li fu
gua zai na deng dai
dan dan de hu meng you yi si bei ai
jiao tang men yi kai
ni yi que bu zai
mei gui bu dao kan bu dao mo duan
wo gu dan wo bu an
si xu bei feng zhu le kou
hei ye que hai shi bu ba xu
qiang yan huan xiao bei hou
zai an dan zhong mo shuo
wo qi dao
zi yuan ni ting de dao
chong fen kai dao xian zai
wo guo de wo zai xi guan
shang tong que yi ran zai kuo san
shi jian bu ting shi huan
wei hui yi shang le shuo
zhe duan qing wo yi fang bu kai

xiang hui dao guo qu
shi zhe bao ni zai huai li
xu qie de lian dai you yi dian zhi qi
xiang kan ni kan de shi jie
xiang zai ni meng de hua mian
zhi yao kao zai yi qi jiu neng gan jue tian mi

xiang hui dao guo qu
shi zhe rang gu shi ji xu
zhi shao bu zai rang ni li wo er qu
fen san shi jian de zhu yi
zhe ci hui bao de geng jing
zhe yang wan liu bu zhi hai lai bu lai de ji

xiang hui dao guo qu

Friday, August 25, 2006
♥ The Loving Place

Everytime. It always happens. Your one action makes me believe what I believed a second ago wasn't true at all.

People, I'm in love with Jay's new album even before it's released. I've heard two songs so far. The first being, of course, QIAN LI ZHI WAI. The second is ZI LONG (as in, purple dragon -.-). And I REALLY LOVE JAY. His album's coming out!!! I'm so happy I can cry.

And I can sing Qian Li Zhi Wai already. Can sing is one thing lah, can sing nicely is another. I can sing okay, is just cannot sing well.

I don't know who else can make me go so crazy.

Anyway, being the nice little angelic piece of shit I always am, I'll share the two songs I have with the rest of you.

Qian Li Zhi Wai

Zi Long

Say Thank You alright. I know many of us can't wait till 8 September. It's SUCH A LONG TIME. I can't wait to land my hands on that CD. And hug it to sleep. And stare at it and stone. And listen to the real Qian Li Zhi Wai without Jay's voice in between. (Not that I don't like his voice, I love it. But I feel like an idiot when I'm nodding to what he say in the MRT.)

I really should thank Ye Hui Mei for giving birth to my idol. So, THANK YOU YE HUI MEI!!! And I should thank my mother too. For giving birth to me just in time to start liking Jay ever since his first album. No, like is not the word. I meant LOVE.

Wo men cen jing xiang ai guo. Mei tian bu zai gan dao ji mo.

Anyway, school's tiring. And I don't like Miss Mok. She can teach lah, but her ego is at least thrice of Son's. I mean, which other teacher will want to sue the school because her TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS pants got caught in the table?

-_-

Firstly I don't think that pair of pants cost $200. You can get one that looks like that for $70 during The Great Singapore Sale at Raffles Exchange. Or maybe she really bought it for $200. But then again, it only goes to show how dumb she is. Just like how dumb she is to get herself caught in the corner of the table and then turn around and blame us for not taking care of our furniture.

Take care of the table?? What? Feed it three times a day?

And the ego thing is really driving me crazy. Why must she appear to make me hate Chem just when I'm starting to have one tiny idea what Chemistry is all about?! And NO CHEM LESSONS FROM HER NEXT WEEK. Isn't that WAYYYY cool? It's wayyyyyyyyyyy cool! :D

But I seriously wonder how long I can stand her. I know she's not to be trifled with, lah. (Not like Pat Goh.) But... I don't care! She's just too irrtating to be true. For once I thought Mrs Yeo isn't that bad afterall. (She agreed to rearrange the seats only after prelims.)

And oh. Speaking of teachers. Do you guys know what's the programme for Teachers' Day celebrations? It's SO BLOODY DUMB OKAY. SO SO SO SO SO SO SO DUMB. Okay I'm not supposed to tell anyone because it's meant to be a surprise to the teachers. So, don't tell anyone alright? Just be sure to tell EVERYONE. Go ahead and tell EVERYONE what sort of dumb programme the councillors, lead by my dear friend YANQI, has came up with.

Are you ready? Because if you aren't prepared to laugh to death, I advise you not to continue reading.

It's not only Teachers' Day actually. It's Teachers' Day cum Be Yourself Day cum ACES DAY. Yes, and we're going to dance that blangha dance. When it's Be Yourself Day. So you'll come dressed in your favourite PE shorts and we'll all have the blangha dance for the first half an hour of the day. No lah, there's no rule that we've to wear PE shorts. But, it's ACES what. You want to dance blangha in jeans?

-_-

Okay. That's not so bad. Yes, believe me, that's NOT so bad.

So, after we dance the blangha dance, the chairmans will proceed to the corridor outside the staffroom.

Where the councillors will line the teachers up in a straight line according to their classes. From Sec1 to Sec5. Yea, the way we line up before we go into the lab for our practical exam. That stupid.

And then the chairmans will stand beside their form teachers, which for my case, would be our dear Mrs Ryes (Rolling-eyes). We'll then walk side by side, in two straight neat rows, to the staircase beside the library where we'll take the stairs down to the hall.

Sounds okay what. What's wrong with that?

People, the stairway down to the hall is a GARDEN TRAIL.

A GARDEN TRAIL. You heard me. I said GARDEN TRAIL.

Where the councillors will stick each class's rose for their form teacher on the wall. Yes, it's COMPULSORY for every class to make a rose for their form teacher. Regardless of how much you hate your form teacher, regardless of how you don't wish to make one for your form teacher, regardless of how unwilling you are to make that rose. In short, the school's forcing you to go against your conscience and make a rose for someone you don't like.

So, anyway, for 4/1, I bought Yeo's bandung drink. Saves time. It costs only 50 cents and doesn't prick my conscience as much.

Back to the GARDEN TRAIL. The chairmans are supposed to help their form teachers find their rose. Which actually requires no finding because the councillors will stick the roses in accordance to our classes, Sec1 to Sec5. And since we're already in our lines, it'll be pretty easy to find the rose.

And therefore I thought it's redundant for the chairman to be with the form teacher.

But no, there's more to that.

Along that pretty garden trail, there'll be 5 statues, courtesy of the student council body again. Five statues there, not to beautify the place. But to scare the teachers.

Statues who scare teachers. Now I bet only Yanqi can come up with this ingenious idea.

So the job of the chairmans is to protect their form teachers from the five pathetic statues who'll scare the HELL out of the teachers.

They'll take a butcher knife and chop each others' heads off, and then use penknives to slice their throats and then one of them will jump out of the window. And then one of them will lose a hand and the one who jumped out of the window will appear again to gorge out the eyeballs.

Haaaa. I was joking. But, don't you get what I mean? HOW SCARY CAN FIVE STATUES BE?! As scary as Yanqi? OH. Maybe one of the statues is Yanqi. Now that's scary.

But. Did you for one split second, one tiny moment, one nanomillisecond, think that I'll bother to do anything to protect Mrs Ryes from those five SCARY statues?! Well, for one thing, I think Mrs Ryes is much scarier than any of them. Yes, even Yanqi. At least Yanqi hasn't reached Level 45, he doesn't have enough spell points to cast Nag Till They Die yet. Mrs Ryes is Level 52 okay. Don't play play. She's attained Stage TWO of the Eh-ren spell already. Even Eh-ren is only at Stage Zero Point Five.

Oh. So, back to garden trail.

After the teachers have found their roses, and the statues have finished scaring the teachers, and I've kaobei-ed Yanqi for the 837th time about his disgusting plan, we'll proceed to the hall. Side by side. Pair by pair. And the rest of the school will be ready in the hall. And the emcee will announce each class's form teacher's name, and then we'll stroll in side by side.

There's this one thing I purposely forgot to tell Jiahao. The vice chair is supposed to make sure the class cheer for the teacher when the teacher walks in with the chairman. I figured Jiahao would be too void to accomplish this impossible task. So I left it at that.

And then the concert starts.

One item from each level. And Sec4s and 5s will sing a song together. The song is Because Of You by Jesse McCartney (?). And guess what! The chairmans of the Sec4 and 5 classes will have to stand at the front to lead their classes to sing!

Oh my. We'll be leading our classes to sing because they won't know how to sing a song when the lyrics are printed out for them! Isn't that just SO EXCITING.

And the whole singing thing is meant to be a decoy because while we're singing, the councillors will sneak up to the teachers from behind and give them each a personalised gift. Awwww. How. Thoughtful. We really owe it to Yanqi for coming up with such fine ideas.

Alright. And I seriously don't know what they're going to do about the hearts. It can't be anything good anyway, considering the hearts are in the hands of my bestest friend now. I can probably guess what he's going to do with them.

I bet he's going to create a Hearts Trail along his little eco-garden. And he's going to call his eco-garden The Loving Place for one day. And then all the cutey millipedes will come crawling out from their homes and play Millipedes March to welcome the teachers. And then the chairmans will lead their form teachers through The Loving Place to find their hearts. And then for the concert, Papa Millipede will sing a musical with our guest of honour, Mr Cricket. Followed by a vibrant dance item by The Youth Millipede Council. The last performance will be a mass song item where they'll sing Go Green by Green Day (PS: NO SUCH SONG.), and representives from each milli class (short form for millipede class) will come forward to lead the millipedes to that cute little tune.

And it'll all end with Yanqi drowning in the river. (Yes, that bloody pond in that bloody 50mX30M green patch is a bloody river in a bloody eco-garden.)

You know, I was just beginning to think he can be rather nice since he called for Pest Control.

But hell, NO. NO WAY.

Anyway, next week's Physics and Chemistry Prelims practical exams.

Hypothesis:
1. Yanqi is dumb.
2. Yanqi is very dumb.
3. Yanqi is VERY dumb.

Experiment:
The above.

Observation:
1. Yanqi being happy about his plan.
2. Yanqi drowning in the river.
3. Me laughing.

Conclusion:
Hypothesis proven. WAYYYYY PROVEN.

Improvement for next experiment:
Too many to list.

Reply to tags:

shikin > PASS ME THE BALL! (and I won't catch it) HAHA. I'm not showing you the sunglasses photos till you talk to me! Haha. Okay fine, I still won't show it to you even if you talk to me. NEVER! Sexy shorts?! o.O It's full of ducks that are blue in colour. -.- Haha.

Fiona > You need me to go out with you mehHH. I thought you only remember to bring out the champion in you only lor. Hor? Milo. Haha.

Priscilla > I HAVE AN ADORABLE CHEMISTRY TEACHER?! SINCE WHEN. Currently I only have two Chemistry teachers... And one makes me feel like killing her because she spent $200 on an ugly pair of pants. And the other cares only about cooking rice. =/

Eh-ren > Hi Eh-ren. How are you eh-ren. I hope you're fine eh-ren. Have a nice day eh-ren.

Waiwan > Thanks! Same to you too! :D

Sarah > Thanks for saying I'm cute when I'm not. I look dumb, maybe only a little less dumb than Yanqi's marvelous plan. But still dumb. :(

Emma > I know. :D Haha.

Sokmui > Hi killer. It must have been hard on you. The police are looking for you everywhere. You've to resort to killing plants to satisfy that burning fervour for killing. All the best, and may you find joy in killing plants.

BYE! :D

Tuesday, August 22, 2006
♥ Had a bad day

I'm home early today, again.

Anyway, I'll make up for the time lost blogging by sleeping later. Yes I'll study, because I have to.

Actually I feel like shit now because practically everyone is quarrelling with everyone at home. My parents are unhappy with my second sis. Right, like what's new. Because they just found out even graver things she's done. My parents are unhappy with my brother because he just received two lawyer letters. And he refuses to pick up the phone. Not even when I smsed him and tell him the house's on fire.

Haa. Maybe that's a stupid thing to sms. But I always thought he'll be dumb enough to believe me.

And then my eldest sis joined in the dispute by siding my parents and lecturing my second sis. And my parents take it out much more on my second sis because my brother refuses to pick up phone calls.

Then my second sis ran away from home. And now it's her turn to reject Home Callings.

They quarrelled ever since I reached home. And they're still at it now. While I just sat there and stoned. And stoned. And stoned. And stoned. And when my eldest sister asked me to judge who's right and who's wrong and stuff like that, in short, just trying to reel me into the dispute, I just stared straight at the TV which is not even on. And continued to stone.

And actually I came online so that I can charge my Mp3. So that I can blast Bad Day with the ear phones deep inside my ears.

And actually I don't really know what they're quarrelling about. I've no idea how the lawyer letters came about nor why a receipt could make them so angry with my second sister. They did mention it while quarrelling lah, of course. It's just that I didn't bother to make out the rough storyline. I just sat there and stared into space. And stoned.

And when they finally realise I'm far too quiet, they paused and just stared at me. And I stared back at them blankly, and for like 7.34 seconds all we heard was Jay (my tortoise) banging his head, again, at his plastic home.

Then I just stood up and went to bathe. Although I just bathed. Yah, so I bathed twice when I came home today. But they're still at it when I finished bathing. Just that my second sis is gone. But the remaining three of them are still talking. Still at it.

Oh and my mother just yawned. It's way past her sleep time already.

I hope they all go to sleep. So that maybe I can get some sleep too.

You know, I woke up last night at 12++am because my dad was lecturing my second sis in the bedroom. And because I share a bedroom with her, I got woken up and couldn't get back to sleep. So I smsed like 5 people asking who's awake. And only one replied. Guess who?

Spiky lah duh. At 1am, only an idiot like him will ask someone from Woodlands to take cab down to Ang Mo Kio to have nasi lemak with him. In the end he ordered nasi lemak and ate at home. And I ate grapes, which I found after making sense of the treasure hunt puzzle I found in the kitchen.

-_-

Serious, the treasure hunt puzzle is a map of the kitchen that doesn't look like the kitchen and there's a cross on the paper. And the treasure's grapes. So I ate the treasure. And then I felt treasured. HAHAHA. Sorry, not funny.

And then I resorted to doing homework. I finished the Chinese Eight Below worksheet and CCHS Paper 1 before I felt sleepy. Okay, actually I didn't feel sleepy. But I just missed my bed. So I went to sleep. (Speaking of which, maybe I'll wake up earlier tomorrow to study... And I'll go to sleep now.)

I just yawned.

Yes, I think I should go to bed now.

I promise to study hard tommorow morning.

And I promise I'll not break the promise that I'll break the promise that I'll not break the promise that I promise to study hard tommorrow morning. Haha. No lah, no trick in that line. It simply means I'll definitely study hard tommorrow morning. I only wanted to waste another 3 minutes of your time trying to figure out which is which.

And actually. I'm confused because I don't know which is it I want anymore.

Bye. And I hereby conclude only Monday of the week is a nice day. Okay, I shouldn't be so negative. But, whatever. I'm in the mood to stone. So I'll stone tommorrow.

Stone is a nice word actually. -_- Doesn't make sense, but nevermind, nothing makes sense today anyway.

Sunday, August 20, 2006
♥ The Tuna's Story

Before I say anything, yes I know, I shouldn't be here because I'm supposed to be studying and mugging and doing the Chemistry homework my Chemistry tuition teacher has assigned to me. (Yes, I have a Chemistry tuition teacher, a damn enthu one in fact. So enthu I feel like slapping her sometimes.) But I happened to read something before I went offline just now. Something I wasn't entitled to, supposed to read.

And I did come to Lonehearter to blog about what I shouldn't be reading. But I closed the browser without publishing the entry, because I'm not sure if she still reads my blog. She hardly comes online anyway, but, I don't know. It pains me to read those things you know, although they were blogged more than half a year ago.

People, I'm not pms-ing. I'm just in a bad mood. I'm angry with myself.

So I closed that browser before I read on further. It didn't seem right to be reading something that was not meant to be read by the rest of us. But still, I couldn't sit still to even watch Mr Bean without thinking of what else she could have blogged about. So I came online to finish reading. And yes, I finished reading already.

Sorry dear, I read all that you've typed, even when it's not meant for me. But there were parts that involve me. And I just had to read it. Perhaps that shows that at least I care.

And it all brings me back to those times when I felt like the sandwich they pack at 7-11. For one year I thought I got out of that sandwich plastic and am a free tuna walking around. Because I've decided to ditch one side of the bread and just stick to the other. Actually, I haven't. It's just that one side of the bread calls out to me more than the other. And I'm a, er, mute tuna, who waits to be called upon.

And it's because you thought I've ditched your side of the bread, the way I thought so, that you've stopped calling out for me, the tuna. And that's why the other side of bread and me, the tuna, goes on walking and walking and walking, all the way to Cheers, while you're still in 7-11.

(Don't mind me people. I know you don't understand what the fuck I'm saying.)

The tuna just kept walking with that one side of the bread. And soon enough, everybody's used to not seeing the other side of the bread with the tuna. And the tuna forgot about that old side of the bread it used to be with back at 7-11. Or the tuna thought it had forgotten, since it was only natural to forget about something you haven't met, talked to, or even see for a long time.

But baby, I've never turned to the dark side. Whatever your idea of the dark side may be. My phone still rings, always ringing, but you're never the one to call. For someone to be there for you, why won't you call?

And I thought, of all people, you should know best what your one phone call can do.

It has been 8 months, and I've no idea if that's still what you're feeling.

(I left the text cursor flashing for a long time. Because I sort of lost track of what I wanted to say. I finished typing the above in less than 5 minutes.)

My fault your fault her fault their fault. Why does it always come back to this? Whose fault is it that you can't get along with them? And whose fault is it that I can get along too fucking well with all of you? So much so that it seems, so wrong now.

And yes, I still remember the route to take to your house, I still remember what to tell the cab driver when I get on the cab, I still remember how to help you order roti prata, I still remember how I messed your aunt and your mother up, I still remember your dad and his fucking important car, I still remember how your room looks like, I still remember that fan, those contact lenses, your beds, even your blankets.

I still remember that colour hair spray. I still remember all your bloody soft toys, and their names. I still remember the colour of your shoe rack, and your dad's black shoes on the top shelf. I still remember you telling me there're centipedes in your house, and your father catches them every morning, and how one ended up in your pants. I still remember your study room, your study table, your com. I still remember that little drawer compartment where you kept your bracelets and your other accessories.

I still remember your squriming at the thought of dangly earrings, just like I did. I still remember how to go Orchard with you, how we walked down the streets, how we took those bloody neoprints, how we went MOS after exams, how you and I ordered corn soup.

I still remember how we bought our colouring book. I still remember how I used to call you every night. I still remember all the little things you said. I still remember how you shrugged your shoulders in bus 265. I still remember how you laughed at me. I still remember how you showed off to me those things that matter to you so much. I still remember how I cried at the back of the class because I had a quarrel with you.

I still remember how to play in the rain with you.

But babe, don't you see. It's just that I don't do these things anymore. Because you never did ask. And I just kept walking further and further away. While you're still stucked in 7-11. Stucked in believing the whole world's against you. When the other piece of bread has long forgotten how to hate you. You're still stucked believing nobody likes you.

I think it should be pretty obvious who I'm talking about. At least she would know. If she ever reads this.

I'll send her a sms later.

Wait, I don't remember how to sms her.

Haa. No, I still do. But I don't think she remembers how to sms me.

♥ Two years old photos

This entry is going to be very funny because I'm going to laugh at myself. I found old photos of me when I was two years old. TWO YEARS OLD. And I look freaking funny because I love posing with the fishtank. HAHA. But I'm only going to scan in three pictures. Because there's a whole like 8 photos of me WITH SUNGLASSES ON. It's so spastic I know I'll have no face to face anyone in school if I'm going to post them here.

So, too bad. I'll think of a way to destroy those 8 photos before anyone gets hold of them.

Meanwhile, here's a picture I took with the fishtank, back at my old house in Ang Mo Kio.



Yes I know, I look spastic. Stop rubbing it in. That's the old fishtank. Man I really miss it. You know, the fishtank is so kuku. It's not stable. So I love to hide in those spaces between either sides of the fishtank and the chairs. And everytime I try to go in and come out, the fishtank will wobble and the fishes inside look as if they're going to puke. HAHAHAHA. But my parents got a new fishtank when I was five or six. Anyway, those two paintings in the background are still in my new house! Lol, but everything else, including the gold anklet I wore on my left foot, are gone. :(



Woo! A dumb kid by the door! HAHA. That must be a LONG time ago man. Because as far as I can remember, the door of my house is always beige or white. I've never seen a grey door before. Or maybe I had, just that I can't remember. And I KNOW, WHY IS MY SHIRT TUCKED IN. I must have done something bad that day, so much so that my mother is angry with me and decided to do this to me. You know, I think the 8 sunglasses photos happened because I smashed her favourite vase or something. Why must she do this to me?!



This isn't me. It's my neighbour. Don't ask me why the fishes look like they're going to die. Anyway, those purple inkings around the picture are caused by my purple marker when I'm around five or six. And the white door in the left background actually leads to my storeroom. I was trying to describe how the door knob (not knob, but anyway) of my old storeroom door looks like to Priscilla. And she can't get it. Haha. It's like those hinges when you've to lift up the metal thinger and slid it to the right side to open. Lol, nevermind. I posted this picture because of the storeroom door. Haha.

You know... I'm really debating internally whether to post those sunglasses pictures...

NO!!! NEVER!!! OVER MY DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD BODY!!!

Alright... But it's really really funny...

NOOOOOOOOO!!! DON'T YOU DARE.

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The photograph is blur, I wonder who was the one who took this picture. This was in my parents' room, and the bed's still the old bed before they changed it in god knows which year. You know, I love playing hide and seek with my sister and I would always hide under this bed. But the new bed didn't have a place for me to hide underneath. Underneath the new bed were drawers, and I can't squeeze into the drawers because they were many small drawers. Sigh.

Doesn't my second sis just looks adorable? (I'll be deader than having to swallow 15 worms if she sees this...) And what I was hugging was my favourite pillow. ^^ This picture was taken on the same day as the fishtank picture, the first picture of this post. Haha. 1992, my parents' room didn't have an aircon yet. Lol. And look at the switch in the left background of the picture. That's the light switch to the toilet in their room. SO CUTE RIGHT. Haha.

Sorry to disappoint you people. I'm not going to post the sunglasses photos. Okay wait. I doubt you'll want to see it too. You'll die laughing. At me. TSK.

Bye! And I'll be coming online less often, since I'll be reaching home late everyday. I'll be studying outside. =/

And, HAVE A NICE MONDAY! :D

Friday, August 18, 2006
♥ When I'm sad

Hey people. I hope you're still alive.

I know it's not one week yet. It's only FRIDAY. But yah, I'm home early, again, and something at the back of my mind just keeps telling me home is not the place to study. So I'm blogging. Because I don't know what else to do online.

Was actually online awhile ago, from about 5.30pm(?). Read blogs, and chatted online. Was halfway through blogging when I just felt like closing the whole browser because I was starting to sound more and more depressed. And I don't like sounding depressed, because I'll start being depressed. And because I hate being depressed, I've decided to stop sounding depressed so that I'll not start being depressed.

I hope I'm confusing you. Because that cheers me up, really.

I've finally found the motivation to study. Or motivations to study. Yea, there're more than one motivation. So dumb huh. It seems to be there all along and yet it took me that long a time to realise. And so, if you've realised, I think I'm finally setting my heart on studying. Hope it's not too late though.

And no, I'm not studying because I want the 7 points I wrote on the orange star and not because I want to get into NJC. Alright, I want those things, but I know I won't die crying if I can't get them. You know, those are wants, not needs. What I really need now is WEIRDLY, just plain studying. Because it makes me feel like a nerd, which sort of makes me feel like I belong somewhere.

You get me? I'm studying not because I need to do well, but because I really need to be somebody. As in, be a kind of person. And NERDS seem like a fine category, so I've decided to plunge myself, deep, into that category. So that I won't feel like I don't belong anywhere. And also so that I won't feel like I belong everywhere.

Haa. Now I know I'm confusing you.

And because I've attained my goal of confusing you, I shall not attempt to explain further what I was trying to say, so as not to confuse you further since I've already confused you and I don't need to confuse you any further since I'm contented just confusing you a little. Oh, I think I just confused you more. Not my intention, but still, it makes me happier.

So people, I've cut mahjong (at least I think I had). And it's been a long time since I last touched poker cards. Okay not really. The last time I touched poker was when I last touched mahjong. But no, I've not played cards in class for a long time. Although the real reason is not because I want to study. Nevermind.

At least from now onwards, I think my life will be all studies and no play. Until O'Levels. After O's, I've got something to do. I used to be volunteer in Secondary 2 and 3. Yea, only one or two people knew, because I didn't want anybody to join me. That old folks' home was like a place where I don't have to face what I face everyday. And I used to go twice weekly for a period of time. But it all stopped when I started mixing around, when I started going out for movies almost every week, when I started placing my priorities all wrong, when I started messing with my life because I keep thinking I never will have enough time.

Sometimes I would think to myself, that all those stupid efforts aren't worth it, since those old folks never seem to appreciate what you're trying to do for them. I used to think, that they're unhappy and angry because most of them don't want to be there, and they'll flare up at you. And that you're there because you're dumb enough to believe you make a difference. And it was these thoughts that made me drift away. Once a month, then once in a blue moon, then I stopped going all together.

But so often now, I thought to myself. And I missed those times when I talked to one of the old ladies, in my broken Hokkien, and she told me about her pet grasshopper. And although I didn't quite understand half of the things she was trying to say, I always felt happy because I listened to her.

But sometimes, the scary thing is not whether you can find the will to go back and help or not. The scary thing is whether you'll be able to accept the changes you see there. For all I know, the grasshopper may be still there, but its owner might not be. And at 16, I've not have to face death up close yet. That's why, or maybe it's just because I've changed into a mean person who cares only about my own time and my own free space.

Maybe I really am a bad person, by heart.

(Now you know what I mean by a depressing entry?)

So back to the thing I say I've to do after O's. That's just a thought, anyway. I'm thinking of helping out as a volunteer somewhere else. Orphanage? Hope so, since I like children so much.

But I'll feel bad if I'm ever to drift away from it again. You know, those kind of feeling where you're afraid to get hold of something because you're afraid of having to go through the process of losing it. That sort of fear. I'm afraid of guilt, very very much. Maybe just a little less than worms. Okay fine, alot less than worms. But I'm still afraid of guilt.

Alright, nevermind. I think I've talked too much. And as usual, today's not been a good day because, why don't you guess. The answer starts with a F.

Not French fries you idiot. It's Friday.

Maybe I should just see it as a day nearer to Monday. Bye.

TAGS >>>

sarah > Thanks for loving this blog. It's a good sign to be able to love still. :)

emma > No, those humans weren't French. I didn't get to see what kind of people they were but unfortunately a blangha held my hand. That's all I rememberd of that night, other than many many many many many many many many people and many many many many many many trees and my cursings, in three different languages. So, fireworks was like shit. At least for me.

eh-ren > Hi eh-ren. I love spelling your name wrongly because it pisses you, eh-ren. Eh-ren, eh-ren, eh-ren, eh-ren. Man, why am I SO irritating, I mean, SO eh-ren.

shikin > Okay. :) And thanks for the kissables. And for laughing at my jokes even though they weren't funny. I know they weren't, don't try to console me. None of my jokes are funny. Ask Weixin if you don't believe.

END OF TAGS <<<

Monday, August 14, 2006
♥ I broke my promise

Hi! I'm Sandy because Meigui doesn't want to come online! So I'm blogging on behalf of her. I shall start with a self introduction. Hi, I'm Sandy, no surname, just Sandy. Or you can call me San, or Dy, or Dysan, or simply Sandy. I'm Meigui's imaginary friend and love being irritating at all times!

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ALLLLright. I know I shouldn't be here. But today's my favourite day of the week, leh. And I'm home early so I don't know what to do. Study? Hell I sure want to study. But nah, you can't study when the feeling in the house is just not right.

Thing's up, again. Mp3's not going to block out anything because all I keep hearing is Dance with My Father. I don't know if it's that good a idea to come home everyday straight after school. It's affecting my studies, in a bad way. Not that my studies is very good to start with, but, it just seems like it's making it worse. And I really don't know what I should do already.

Nevermind. I just smsed Priscilla and asked her to study with me everyday until 6pm in school. Then I'll come home, bathe, have dinner, pack my bag, and then sleep. And then the next day will be the same and the cycle will go on till I ever do well in AMaths or Chemistry again.

And I said I'll spend more time with my family. I'm not gonna make it, and I know it. I'll rather spend my time laughing away somewhere else than to be home. No, my family's not making me sad. I'm the one making myself sad. It's all the happy things that are making me sad you know. Warped but well, I've always been warped. I can't believe in Treasuring what you have now, no matter how often I tell myself that. Perhaps numbing myself's still the best, then I won't feel that lousy when the time comes. Is this what they call preparation?

Nah, sorry if I'm confusing you. Although I aren't really sorry. I love confusing you in the first place. But it feels right to apologise. So, sorry, even though I'm not sorry for confusing you.

Sometimes it feels wrong to apologise, but I apologise anyway. Sometimes it feels wrong to laugh, but I still laugh anyway. I'm confusing myself. Ah. If this is all part of growing up, all these not knowing what to say and what to do, then please, slow down growth. I want to be young again. 7 kids can wait. What am I saying, I'm still young what. But is he?

NEVERMIND. If you happen to read this entry although I said I wouldn't blog for a week, then lucky you, you get to read this entry before I thrash it the next time I come online.

I'm going offline to do EMaths.

Do me a great favour alright. Don't talk about my blog anymore in front of me. It's scaring me because every person I come across tells me my blog is crap. And darh, the counter told me only 50 people read my blog every night. So, what? Three people to a com when you people access my blog? It's the seventh month people, don't make me imagine things like this.

Bye, and my favourite day of the week is almost over. :( I feel like eating SAC lollipop, it's been ages since I last ate one. They're like drugs you know, make me high.

(The last paragraph started with a Bye and ended with a Hi (high). How unique.)

Sunday, August 13, 2006
♥ Eye candies

I've switched from Internet Explorer to Firefox. It's so pretty. Haha. But all the scrollbars are the same pink, so I may have colour clashes in future. :D




Haha. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think I'm starting to like the colour pink. HAHAHAHAHAHA.

And eye candy for a week:





I'm feeling very Feng. Uh, no pun intended.

♥ Hiatus (uh for one week)

And dears, because I've failed terribly about the one week without handphone thinger, I've decided to wean off computers first. So, one week without com. I think this is easier. Because I don't need the computer to call someone when I've lost my way in Kembangan.

So, one week without posts. I don't know if I can survive, but I'll try. Or TRY to try.

I'm going to miss my blog.

Meanwhile, Sandy will entertain you with her posts, which are imaginary so you have to imagine there's new posts around here. Sandy blogs the weirdest things, so please have the weirdest thoughts. Like why Flowers are spelt with f and not g. Why not Glowers or something. Yah, this sort of stuff. So, happy reading Sandy's posts. Everybody will read different things (since everybody imagines different stuff). Happy imagining.

Bye, and happy eating pencil lead. And for the one week I won't be here, please remember not to order a cake from Four Leaves.

♥ I'm RACIST

Replying to tags:

Jiaru > Bowling King?? Haha. o.O Okay, I'll include that in my list of things-to-do-when-I-can't-sleep-AGAIN.

Weisiang > YOU WERE AWAKE?!! Woah. I thought I'm the only one who can't sleep at 3am at night, uh no, morning.

Eh-ren > What lah. I don't have many whats at the end of my sentences what. It's your problem what. You can just skip the whats at the end of my sentences what. It's all in your mind what.

Fiona > Hello. And woman, I really regret going to watch the fireworks. I should have gone Sembawang with you. TSK.

emma > Nah, the fireworks looked like trees, and humans, and trees, and humans, and trees, and humans, and trees, and humans, and trees, and humans, and maybe just A LITTLE BIT like fireworks. Yah.

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After I blogged yesterday, I didn't go to sleep because I felt very awake after the shower. Ah. So I called Fiona and woke her up. Okay not really lah. She was already awake, just lying on her bed and wondering if the ceiling will fall on her. And I got her to come out.

A Blangha came and asked for my number. People, I'm terrorised by blanghas. I hate blanghas. I'm racist, haaa. But you'll see why.

So we had lunch at Woodlands Banquet. The guy at the Western Stall is nice because he gave me a 10% discount for no reason. -_- Haha. And then we had bubble tea. Went walking round Causeway to finish up the bubble tea before we go take MRT.

Then we went Marina Square, and walked round round round round. Time was around 5pm when we felt like eating ice cream. So we went Swensens and I ate what I always eat. Chocolate Crunch, man it makes me high. Then we just kept talking and laughing. Lol.

At 6++pm, we left Swensens looking for a toilet. But the place's so full of people there isn't a single toilet without long queues. Finally found a rather empty toilet at the Food Court. There's just SO many people around. Then we walked back to Citylink and hanged around in a shop because it's playing Buttons. Haa.

Then we went MPH where I bought Cleo so that I won't be so bored while waiting for 7.45pm to reach. Fiona had to go find her sister for dinner. So I sat outside MPH reading Cleo. Time was about 7.20pm when I started walking from MPH to City Hall MRT. Man, I took 25 minutes to walk there. THERE'RE SO MANY BLOODY PEOPLE.

Meiching arrived, and Anson finally came at 8pm(?). We started walking to Esplanade. So many people, so many many many many many many many people. I got squashed, and a Blangha held my hand. Maybe it was the same Blangha. I don't know, they all look the same. Kan ni na (long time since I last scolded vulgarities in my blog). Really kan ni na. Alright, maybe he just mistook me for another person. BUT DEAR, I don't look like a female blangha do I? Fucking get off my back.

Saw Jiahao, who was with his family. Jiajian is still as cute, and has a small head.

Anson and I got seperated with Meiching, who managed to get to the front where Asyeeqah reserved seats for us. We didn't, and ended up watching fireworks behind trees and humans. They really should cut down the trees.

One hour of walking to Esplanade, ten minutes of trees. How nice.

Another one hour of walking back to the MRT station. I thought we'll take another one hour waiting for a decent train that's not too full to board. But no, the Ang Mo Kio train was rather empty, so we boarded it.

Anson got off at Dhoby Ghaut, and another Blangha appeared in the next train I boarded at Ang Mo Kio. Maybe it was the same blangha, I REALLY DON'T KNOW. They all bloody look the same. I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY I ATTRACT BLANGHAS. AND I CAN'T BLOODY UNDERSTAND WHY BLANGHAS LIKE TO HOLD HANDS. No. I meant, hold MY hand.

So, the conclusion is, I really hate blanghas. Because they made me waste so much soap when I finally reached home. To wash my hands. Kan ni na.

The next time I want to watch fireworks, I'll slap myself four hundred times and then draw fireworks on Paint to satisfy myself. NEVER am I ever going to walk three hours to watch fireworks that look like trees, AND get traumatized by blanghas. NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER.

Or I'll watch it on TV when NDP comes. Home's still the best.

Alright. On a lighter note, hell, there's no lighter note in this post. I'm fucking pissed even after a night's sleep.

All Yanqi's fault. He must have wrote in to plant those trees, and hired those blanghas to get back on me. MUST BE HIM.

Oh. On a lighter note, I saw friends I haven't seen for a long time yesterday.

Nevermind. It's Monday again tomorrow. Cheers to Monday.

Saturday, August 12, 2006
♥ I can't sleep!!

Hello. I'm blogging so regularly.

And yah, I couldn't sleep again last night. Had a nightmare that Miss Heng married Mr Ang and I'M THEIR CHILD. You know how scary that is? That's as scary as three and a half worms, or maybe four. And then I woke up and tried to go to sleep, and I ended up having the second nightmare. I dreamt that Spiky was trying to kill me, like, hunting down to kill those type you know. Those on horror shows. And I kept running and hiding around this big abandoned house while Spiky went round carrying a blood stained butcher knife with a expression to kill on him. That's as scary as uh, maybe two worms.

So I woke up at 1.30am, and I couldn't get back to sleep, no matter how hard I tried. I kept turning and tossing in my bed, so I got out of bed and tried to do AMaths. But it didn't work. So I did Chemistry. It didn't work too. So I watched the most boring VCD ever, Finding Nemo. Haa.

But I didn't finish watching it because I got sick of it. Man, I could recite almost the whole show, inside out. I felt like watching Shark Tale. It's a cute story you know. But too bad I don't have the VCD or DVD. :(

Then I smsed 10 people "Who's awake?? I can't sleep! :(" and three replied. Anson, Spiky and Weilong. So I smsed with them till 5am, and they all went to sleep. And I still didn't feel like sleeping. So I took Panadol which made me sleepy and I went to sleep. I know it's bad for my health, lah. But I really have to sleep what. =/

Didn't help much. I woke up today at 7.45am. That's only like, less than three hours of sleep.

I don't know what's wrong with me. I can't understand why I just can't get to sleep. It's so frustrating when you know you should be sleeping but then you aren't.

There's still 3 more hours before I leave home to go watch fireworks. Home alone. Blasting Tai Mei Li.

Maybe I should just go for a long long long shower under the cold running water. Then I'll try to get some sleep.

YAY I JUST YAWNED. YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY.

Maybe I'll sleep till the night, and meet Meiching at 7.45pm instead of meeting the rest at 5pm. :D That is, if I can fall asleep.

Bye!

Friday, August 11, 2006
♥ Dance with My Father

To the mere 50 souls who read my blog (my counter increase by 50 every night), please wait for the song in the background to load. It's a nice song, took me a long time to finally find it.

Luther Vandross - Dance with My Father

Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me up and dance with my mother and me and then
Spin me around 'til I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me

And I knew for sure I was loved
If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end

How I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again

When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way, I would run from her to him
He'd make me laugh just to comfort me
Then finally make me do just what my mama said

Later that night when I was asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he would be gone from me

If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
'Cause I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again

Sometimes I'd listen outside her door
And I'd hear how mama would cry for him
I prayed for her even more than me
I prayed for her even more than me

I know I'm praying for much too much
But could you send back the only man she loved
I know you don't do it usually
But dear Lord she's dying
To dance with my father again

Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dreamed

Treasure what you have, people. Nothing's up so don't worry. I'm fine and alive and kicking. This sad song is making me happy, weird? Speaking of weird, I almost cried over what Mdm Wong said today.

Alright. I confess, I'm not alright. It's Friday what.

♥ Friday

Today's a fine day, the weather's fine, the roads are pretty, the people are happy. I came to school with fellow fine Junjie and we stepped into fine Anderson Sec and walked happily side by side chit chatting about the latest sunflower that grew out of the ceiling fan. We were skipping excitedly over the new day ahead. Reaching the bottom of the GO stairs, Junjie said: "What a beautiful day." and bam! the curse is on.

Curse of the Friday.

A worm appeared.

Right. Who am I kidding? How can a day be fine when it's called FRIday?! Shall I start this post over again? No? Alright then, I'll start it over again.

Today's a horrible day. The weather's grim all day, no sun no rain (I like this weather, but heck, today's FRIDAY). The roads are fugly. Everything's just wrong.

I came to class, and I've got the stupid migraine stucked with me. People, I've had only THREE hours of sleep the previous night, or morning actually. I slept from 2.30am to 5.30am. I went to watch Pirates of the Carribean again with Chingwen and Weilong. And they bloody told me there's no school today, and I bloody believed them. What a moron right. I can't really blame anybody for being so dumb.

So, migraine aside, the day started off with Maths. And as expected, I failed AMaths. Overall score of 41. That's E8, so it's not that bad because at least it's not F9. HAHA. What consolation man. E8 isn't that bad, lah. Yah right.

Not that bad, huh. And then I failed English Paper 2 too. I got 18/25 for summary, my highest ever. But the curse of Friday made me fail Paper 2 because I got 5/25 for compre, which amounts to 23/50 overall, which made me fail. How. Saddening.

It's okay you know. I don't really mind failing. At least that means I'll do better next time, for sure. Haa. But then, it was recess. And then Spiky came over to tell me his O'Level Chinese results.

People, after tuitioning him like crazy, after giving him one week of intense tuition (I really mean intense okay, one school week, every night from 6+pm to 10+pm), he got B4. Which was what he wanted when he first started out to have tuition. But sadly, he thought he could get an A, and I thought he could get an A too.

But because of the curse of Friday, he got B4. :(

I took it in my stride though. Can't really blame him what. It's Friday.

And then I fail Chemistry too. Overall. Because I fail practical, 14/40. I've to get 25 and above if I wanna pass. So I failed. Another E8.

It's okay... really. Everything wasn't that bad, not yet anyway. I always believe things can get worse, and hell, it really did.

O'Level English Oral Exam. People, I have a new name. I'm Miss Screwdriver, or you can call me that idiot which screwed up so badly. I was SO dumb I really feel like killing myself. Really. I'm going tell you what I did, and yes, HAPPY LAUGHING.

I went into the school hall, and I was so nervous. So so so so so so so so so so so so so nervous. What's more, I seriously think one of my examiners look like Mrs Goh and the other looks like Mrs Muthu. Which is so hilarious each time I think about it. And I really felt like laughing into their faces.

So, anyway. This was what happened when it was my turn. M stands for me and IA stands for invigilator A and IB stands for invigilator B.

(M walks up to the tables)
M: Good afternoon Ma'am. (realises there are two ma'ams) Good afternoon Ma'am.
IA: You can just say Good afternoon Ma'ams.
M: Uh. Good afternoon Ma'ams.
IA: Verification slip?
M: (passes IA the ez link card)
IA: Entry proof dear.
M: (o.O passes IA entry proof and ez link card)
IB: You may sit down.
M: (pauses) May I sit down?

OH MY GOD. WHY WAS I SO DUMB.

IB: Yes, please. Sit down.
IA: Turn over the paper. You may start when you're ready.
M: (turns over the paper, pauses) May I start now?

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

IA: Yes, please start.
M: ...

And I read the passage. It's okay because I managed to read the words. It's NOT okay because I screwed up. The two characters in the passage are "Anton" and "Menuel". I was so nervous that I went "Anson" and "Menu".

M: "Menu had been Anson's assistant for three years... oh my god ...since he got his Players Card..."

DON'T LAUGH YET. THE FUNNY PART ISN'T HERE.

Next up was Picture Discussion. The picture was a scene in the airport arrival hall. And there's this man in the middle of the picture, and he's a movie star or something, because there are reporters in the background etc etc.

It's not that bad actually. It's VERY bad. Because, I happen to recognise that movie person. He's a Bollywood star, and i saw him on Hindi shows before.

(Alright, you can start laughing, because well, you'll see.)

I got all so excited when I saw that man in the picture during the 10 minutes of preparation. There was another Hindi man beside him who was also a Hindi star. I remember them you see. So I went up to have my O LEVEL PICTURE DISCUSSION, and I talked about Hindi shows.

M: The man in the middle of the picture is a movie star, I believe, because I vaguely remember watching his show on Central, Vasantham Central actually.
IA and IB: o.O
M: Uh, yah. I remember him, he's a Bollywood star, if I'm not wrong. I remember watching his Hindi shows.
IA: You watch Hindi shows??
M: ... Yah.
IA and IB: (half smile)
IB: That's interesting.
M: ... And the man beside him (hesitates about saying he's also a Hindi star)... I believe he's the assistant...

And the rest of the conversation was crap because I don't know what else to say except that guy's a Bollywood star and he acts bloody well in those Hindi shows I love to watch. My mind keeps revolving around the shows he acted in alright. I don't know what to say. And so I'm bloody screwed, all because I watch Hindi shows. AHHHHHHH.

Then comes Conversation.

IA: Tell me about a time when you didn't feel confident.
M: (mumbles) When the man I watch on Central comes up for Picture Discussion.
IB: Sorry?
M: Uh... (went on and on about OBS. Irrelevant crap, but it can't get worse, so who cares?)

I just waved, GOODBYE 20% OF ENGLISH.

Tell me today's a good day and trust me I'll give you a slap in your pretty little face.

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Tags:

Sarah > Hello. I'm trying my best to cheer up but you know what? The man I watched on Central came up for Picture Discussion during my O'Level English Oral. SNIFF.

Jiaru > Sudoku? Alright then, I'll remember it's soduku. HAHA. Okok. Sudoku. And you know what, the man that I watched on Central came up for Picture Discussion during my O'Level English Oral. SIGH.

Eh-ren > You're welcome Eh-ren. And you know what, the man that I watched on Central came up for Picture Discussion during my O'Level English Oral. SIGHH.

Weisiang > Yea. I double-posted. Deleted it already. Hey, you know what, the man that I watched on Central came up for Picture Discussion during my O'Level English Oral. CRIES.

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Sorry people. I can't stop whining about how I became Miss Screwdriver.

Alright. At least FRIDAY is almost over.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006
♥ Because I am very bored

Because I am very bored. It's 9.30pm at night and I can't get to sleep AGAIN. Man I hate this. I'm losing sleep. I woke up this morning at 8am. 8AM. ON A NON SCHOOL DAY. It's so freaky. I think I've grown out of hibernating. But still. I can't believe I'm not sleeping late when I can. It's so not me.

Anyway, both the title and the first sentence of this entry says Because I am very bored. I don't want go counting the fake flowers and birds beside the TV again. Because Priscilla that cook rice face says that's bo liao. That's why I've resorted to doing this.

Q: NAME A FRIEND WHO'S NAMES STARTS WITH A "S"
A: She who has a cook rice face, Priscilla. Or Sokmui the killer.

Q: 4TH PERSON ON YOUR MISSED CALLS:
A: I don't have a handphone, not for one week. So, can't check. Too bad

Q: WHAT DID THE LAST TEXT MESSAGE YOU RECEIVED SAY?:
A: No idea, but my last seen was "Where you?" by Sokmui.

Q: DO YOU CHEW ON YOUR STRAWS?
A: Sometimes, when I'm sharing a drink, to differentiate which straw is mine.

Q: DO YOU HAVE CURLY HAIR?
A: No. Alright yes, I just named my hair Curly.

Q: WHAT IS THE NEXT CONCERT YOURE GOING TO?
A: Fiona's Jay's.

Q: WHOS THE COOLEST PERSON IN YOUR LIFE?
A: Yanqi.

Q: WHAT WORDS DO YOU SAY A LOT?
A: Er.

Q: WHAT IS THE LAST THING YOU ATE:
A: LJS.

Q: WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU SAID TO SOMEONE AND WHO WAS IT?
A: Bye, to the cook rice face.

Q: DO YOU WATCH TV?
A: When Jay or Yanqi is on.

Q: HAVE YOU SEEN THE MOVIE DONNIE DARKO?
A: THE MOVIE DONNIE DARKO. There. I've seen it twice. Once in the question and once in the answer.

Q: EVER BEEN HUNTING?
A: For Yanqi.

Q: IS MARRIAGE IN YOUR FUTURE?
A: Yes. So is the 7 kids.

Q: WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAID, "I LOVE YOU" AND MEANT IT?
A: My birthday.

Q: WHAT SHOULD YOU BE DOING RIGHT NOW?:
A: Sleeping.

Q: DO YOU HAVE A NICKNAME?
A: No. I have many nicknames.

Q: DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT?
A: Sure. Why else did you think I'm so crazy over Yanqi.

Q: WHO'S THE YOUNGEST ONE IN THE FAMILY ?
A: Jay. Uh, I mean the tortoise.

Q: IS DRUG FREE THE WAY TO BE?
A: No, because then too many people will take drugs since it's free. HAHAHAHA.

Q: ARE YOU A HEAVY SLEEPER?
A: I don't think I get any heavier when I sleep. I've never weighed though, shall try one day.

Q: DO YOU CLEAN UP NICE?
A: Who's Nice?

Q: LAST TIME YOU USED A SKATEBOARD?
A: Last year, Nat's.

Q: WHERE WAS THE LAST PLACE YOU SLEPT SOMEWHERE BESIDES YOUR HOUSE?
A: Chingwen's. Some few weeks ago.

Q: EVER RUN OUT OF GAS ON THE ROAD?
A: Nah, there's always enough air around. I don't suffocate.

Q: BEST MOVIE YOU'VE SEEN IN THE PAST TWO WEEKS?
A: Click, Pirates of the Carribean. Can't decide which.

Q: DO YOU THINK PEOPLE WHO COME UP WITH BRAIN DEAD QUIZZES ARE CRYING FOR HELP IN SOME TWISTED WAY?
A: HAHAHAHAHAHA. Sorry. That question reminded me of someone. CLUE: HAOBO'S GOOD FRIEND.

Best
1. Male friend: Weilong.
2. Female friend: Too many.
3. Vacation: Hawaii.
2. Day of the week: Monday.
3. Food: EVERYTHING. Except beansprouts, and baked beans, and green vege.
4. Memory: Fireworks.

Last
1. Person you saw: Mother. She just walked past me.
2. Talked to on the phone: Sokmui.
3. Hugged: Chingwen.
4. Person u texted: Priscilla.

Today
1. Is: a nice newspaper because there's Soduku in every issue.
2. Got any plans: Not really sure, you got to ask the editor of the newspaper.
3. Dislikes about tomorrow: It's not a newspaper. HAHAHAHA.

Favorites
1. Number(s): 0
2. Song: An Hao.
3. Color: Black.
4. Season: Autumn.

Currently
1. Missing someone: No.
2. Mood: BORED.

True or False
I am a morning person: Depends on what time of the morning that is. I'm not a 1am person.
I am a perfectionist: True.
I am an only child: False.
I am currently in my pajamas: True.
I am online 24/7: Half true. Half false too.
I am very shy around the opposite gender: False.
I can be paranoid at times: VERY TRUE.
I currently regret something that I have done: False.
I enjoy talking on the phone: False.
I have a lot to learn: True.
I have a secret: False.

Do you prefer to sleep or talk to a friend when it gets boring in class?
# Sleep. But the teacher always catches me. So I talk.

do you wave hi with a smile or a serious face?
# Depends on who the person is. I SMILE MY BEST SMILE when I see Yanqi. I'm not joking, HAHAHAHAHAHA.

one thing that you like about your house?
# It's so sleepable.

if you were left with five months to live, what would you do?
# Stop crossing out the dates of the calender?

what is your favourite brand of shoes?
# No idea. Depends on the design.

the last time you cried because of someone?
# Last week. I cried because of Yanqi. And his forest which made two worms fall over at the staircase.

chocolate ice cream or chocolate bar?
# Bar.

rudest thing you have done to your teacher?
# Haaaa. Loads.

what's the good thing about schooling?
# You get to catch the vice principal not being able to sing the school song every Monday.

the first thought when going to tampines mall?
# Where am I.

the last song you downloaded?
# Can't remember.

which part of your body is itchy and aching now?
# My heart.

worms or cockroaches?
# WHAT? COCKROACHES ROCKS.

punk rock or slow rock?
# Stone's the best.

yawn with your eyes open or closed?
# Open.

friends or attached with someone you love now?
# Friends. I love all my friends.

What time is it now?
// 9.58PM. GOSH. I WASTED THAT LONG A TIME?!

What are you doing?
// On my mission to hala-ing someone.

Thinking of Anyone?
// Jay.

Are you Happy/Blur/Sad?
// Sad.

Why?
// Because I can't bloody get to sleep.

Last thing that you've heard that made you cry?
// About Daddy.

Whats the last movie that made you cry?
// Uhhhhhhhhh. Titanic? Nono, some Jap show screened during the movie marathon. Zai Shi Jie De Zhong Xin Hu Huan Ai. Crying out Love in the Centre of the World. (?)

Who do you wish to be by your side?
// Jay. Haa. I wish.

Regretted anything in this month?
// Not yet.

Did you fall in love/out of love in this month?
// No.

What did you dream of today?
// No dreams.

Who can make you laugh?
// Almost everyone. The most? Hanhui. He's a kukuhead. Priscilla too, because she cooks rice.

Who always takes care of you?
// No one? Oh, Priscilla that cook rice face. Cause she disallow me to eat the gravy of the whipped potato. But I still ate it.

Anyone you know is in pain?
// Well, not really, I think.

What happened?
// What happened what? I said not really.

What do you wanna do before you die?
// Have 7 kids. Travel around the world.

What song is stuck in your head?
// I don't wanna be by Blue.

What song are you listening now?
// Jian Dan Ai, Jay Chou.

Worried about anyone?
// No.

What age do you wanna get married?
// 23.

How many children do you want?
// 7.

Where do you wanna go for Honeymoon?
// EVERYWHERE.

Any plans in this 2 month?
// Study. Or TRY to study.

Describe a perfect wedding?
// Small affair, with friends and family. Sweet. No loud music. Lots of dry ice. Singing songs. :D

Describe a perfect Date?
// 28 April is a nice date. HAHAHAHA.

Do you play instrument?
// Recorder.

Do you have a band?
// Hairband.

What song do you want to listen to?
// Mai Ya Tang > Jay.

Wish you could die?
// Wish I could live, happier.

Do you give up easily?
// No, for usual things. Yes, for AMaths.

Do you know anyone that acts like a kid?
// Uh, yah.

Do you know anyone that is rude?
// Yah.

What's the sweetest thing anyone ever done?
// Eat sweets? Haha. I watched on My Sassy Girlfriend. This guy and this girl buried a time capsule containing their letters to each other, and they're to open it up two years later. Nothing much, but I felt it was pretty sweet.

YOUR NINE FAVOURITES
favourite colors: Black, red, pink, silver, GREEN, GREEN, GREEN, GREEN, GREEN. Right, I was joking the green part. Just trying to impress Yanqi, that's all.
favourite food: Must I choose? Salmon sushi, kani tempura, carrot cake, satays, crabs(!) and so many more.
favourite song: An Hao.
favourite movie: My Sassy Girlfriend.
favourite sport: Badminton.
favourite season: Autumn.
favourite ice-cream flavours: Vanilla.
favourite countries: Singapore? (Today's National Day...)
favourite thing: My specs, they help me see.

YOUR EIGHT CURRENTS
current mood: Puzzled. Because I still don't know why I'm not sleepy.
current clothes: Doraemon pyjamas. Don't laugh.
current desktop: Takumi Fujiwara.
current toe nails: Short, on my toes.
current time: 10.27pm. WOAH. What a time waster.
current annoyance: I CAN'T GET TO SLEEP.
current thoughts: WHY CAN'T I GET TO SLEEP.
current songs: Ban Dao Tie He > Jay.

YOUR SEVEN FIRST
first boyfriend: The kiddo that sat beside me in K1.
first crush: That same kiddo from K1. (He was the first person I beat up.)
first movie: Uh. Uh. Uh. Some kuchikura Chinese comedy I watched with my family.
first piercing: 40 bucks at Goldheart Jewellery. OUCH, about the money part.
first lie: I told my mum the alien took my book when I lost my Maths TB.
first music: The two tigers. Liang Zhi Lao Huuuuuu.
first cry: 28 April 90

YOUR SIX LAST
last drink: Water.
last love: Still love. My friends and family.
last movie seen: Click.
last phone call: Chingwen.
last cd played: VCD? Patch Adams.
last msn chat: Haha. Sorry, can't say.

FIVE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING:
- Specs
- Hairband.
- Doraemon pyjamas. (STOP LAUGHING)
- A bored expression.
- A smile.

FOUR THINGS YOU HAVE DONE TODAY:
- Tried to do Maths.
- Failed trying to do Maths.
- Get fed up over Maths.
- Gave up for the nth time on Maths.

THREE THINGS YOU HEAR RIGHT NOW:
- TV. Sis watching recorded Singapore Idol.
- Zhi Zhan Zhi Shang
- Door opening. Another sis just reached home.

TWO THINGS YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT:
- Food.
- Family.

ONE THING I DO WHEN IM BORED:
- THIS.

If you did read through ALL THOSE, I conclude that you're REAL bored.

I feel like watching Singapore Idol too. So, bye! :D

Destiny is not a matter of chance. It's a matter of choice.

♥ Jig sawy

That jig saw puzzle feeling is back again. That can't find the place to fix nicely feeling.

Sometimes I really wonder what type of person I really am. As in, which type of group of people do I really belong to. Groups of friends differ so much. From what they do, to what they wear, to how they speak, to how they think. And I'm so different when I'm with different people.

There's like, a way to talk to some people, and another way to talk to some people. I can be going to the same place, but with different people, and I'll be like another person. No, not totally different. Like, I'm still that same puzzle piece, but when in different places, I seem to blend so well I don't seem like the same puzzle piece anymore.

That's when I realise, it's hard being yourself always. I'm not really sure if I'm the study type or the play type or half study half play type or the shopping type or the mahjong type.

On a lighter note, Happy Birthday Singagagaga.

And actually. I don't know what I'm doing already.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006
♥ Priscilla has a blog

People, PRISCILLA KOH has a blog. And I sacrificed lots of sleep because of it. So you better visit it. And tag to show that you've visited. I don't care who you are. Just tag.

CLICK HERE

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♥ No hp for a week! :D

Super sleepy right now. Even I wonder why I'm still awake.

You see, I hardly slept last night, again. I went to bed at 8++pm but got woken up by dearest Priscilla and Sokmui because of the phone call. I got woken up at 10pm(?). And we talked for a long time. And then I couldn't get back to sleep anymore.

It's so unlike me. Since when did I start not being able to get to sleep?

So anyway, I couldn't get back to sleep so I got out of bed and tried to watch Grey's Anatomy, the show Sokmui kept hoo-ha-ing over. But I didn't understand a thing so I just sat there and stoned. And stoned. And stoned. I wanted to come online but my sister was using the com. So I tried searching for any VCDs or DVDs to watch.

I've got SO many pirated VCDs that are of super lousy quality. Lol. There's this Chinese show, Xing Jing Cha Gu Shi (direct translated to New Police Story), starring Jacky Cheung. I've never watched it before, it was among the stack of other pirated VCDs that was passed around among a few of my friends. So I watched it.

The whole thing shakes so much it seems like my TV is dancing. And there's a shadow of a head permanently stucked at the right of the screen. And the video recorder must be of damn lousy resolution, because Jacky Cheung was in pixels. HAHA.

Tried watching many other shows. Too many lousy quality ones. I ended up watching Patch Adams (which was also pirated...).

It's super nice can. I mean the show, not the pirated part.

So meaningful, though it's pretty sad the lead actress had to die. :( An extract of the show was actually played during one of the EFL sessions. Remember the little clip on the mad man asking a guy called Adams how many fingers he see? He showed 4 fingers, and so naturally people said 4. But the answer's actually 8, because you're supposed to look beyond the fingers and see the whole picture. Which is to say, as said by the man in the show, look beyond the problems and you can see the solution.

I saw the show before actually. But watching it again the second time is just as nice. Lol.

Anyway, after watching the VCD, I stared out of the window in my living room for a long time. Everybody's that home has gone to bed, and I was the only one left stoning in the living room. Everything was just so still and quiet. I wasn't even sure if I was breathing.

After a while it got rather scary. Because if suddenly there's a sound I'll have the worst scare ever. So I was in a werid state, half anticipating something to come up all of a sudden and give me a scare. And then I realise I'm getting paranoid because I started talking to myself so that it won't be so quiet around.

-_-

Yah, and then I realise how stupid I am, so I just went to bed.

By the way, I've just decided. One week without handphone starts tommorow. I'll off my phone and on it only one week later. If you're looking for me, you just have to call my house. Or you can email me, because I check my mail everyday, or you can tag to tell me you're looking for me and I'll try to get back to you.

If you're asking why I'm doing that, too bad, I'm not going to explain, because I already did in one of the previous entries. :D And today's not Monday, so I don't have to be nice and repeat myself. :D

That includes the three school days, Friday, next Monday and next Tuesday. So too bad Spiky, no more morning call. Get Ruting to do the job, lah. You know she'll gladly do it.

Have a nice short break ahead! :D

PS: I'm starting another blogsite?

Monday, August 07, 2006
♥ Happy birthday EH REN!

Oh, I forgot.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AARON(pronounced as eh-ren)!!!

Alright. Just for today, you aren't really that irritating actually.

...

Gosh. I told a huge lie.

♥ Singagagaga!

Monday's almost over. Tomorrow's National Day celeberations.

I was playing with paper origami just now. I found like 12 or 13 books teaching how to fold all sorts of things. And there happens to be some colour paper (those square coloured paper specially for paper origami) in the slots of the book. So I started playing and entertaining myself.

I must be damn bored.

After I logged off last night, I went to bed but I couldn't sleep. Long time later, I checked my phone and the time's 12.34am. I felt really stupid lying in bed and not getting sleepy. I rarely get the can't-get-to-sleep thinger you know. So I got out of bed and walked one round round the empty living room and kitchen and rooms. Then I decided to go for a jog, before realising it's 12++am and I'll probably scare little kids who can't sleep and are looking out the window searching for the Big Friendly Giant.

But I felt so bored so I started counting the artificial flowers in the vase next to the TV. I lost count because there're just too many. So I counted the fake little birds on the flowers instead. But then I found it so meaningless because there're so few birds and it's far too easy to count. So I gave up the idea of counting altogether. Counting is not going to make my Maths any less suckier.

And then I started digging up past TODAY newspapers and doing Soduku. But all those Sodukus are too easy and I find myself wasting my time because it's not going to make me sleepy.

I was deciding whether to call some boring people and try chatting with them till I get sleepy. People like, Weisiang or somebody. But then it's already 1am in the morning so I guess even ghosts like Weisiang will be resting. And then I thought of prankcalling Jiahao. But then it's Monday and I should be nice because it's my favourite day of the week. HAA. Actually it's just because I don't think he'll be waken up by me. Lol.

And so I got really fed up because I don't know what to do to make me sleep.

Just then. The thought dawned upon me. WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF IT SOONER?!

What else right. AMATHS!!!

Serious. It worked like magic. I felt sleepy as soon as I attempted one random question from the BPGHS AMaths paper. It's that powerful. I went to sleep at 1.30am. 4 hours of sleep, I woke at 5.30am.

Today's been a rather nice day because I hardly saw any worms around. After school today, I actually saw a PEST CONTROL van parked at the porch of our school. Thank you traffic-light-wannabe. You're a great Green Club chairperson. I salute you. BUT. I'm still not going to be green. Because I hate green and I still hate green and I still hate you. For planting that eco-garden and causing that much distress for the past few weeks. I've stopped going for recess already you know. I'm trying my best to stay on 4th floor always.

You made me afraid of GO. And I'm still sore about those two worms that was seen falling on the staircase leading up from the canteen. They made me cry okay. And so I still hate green. Until one day you come up with some project to exterminate all the worms in this world. Then maybe I'll start considering befriending you. So till then, I'm still going to hate your voice when you go up and make your speech on ASEAN. Lalala.

People, you know what. Our vice principal can't sing our school song, even after god knows how long she's been here. Okay lah, actually our principal can't too. But she's a nice lady so I'm not going to talk about her. She's been here for less than a year what. But our vice principal?! I'm sure she doesn't know the full lyrics of the song, because I stand right in front of her and look at no one but her throughout the song.

"Steadfast and always active
In work and in our play
So striving for a spotless reputation
We'll keep it that way"

She doesn't know the bold portions. Don't believe me? Look out next Monday. It's bloody obvious Mrs Poh can't sing, but she made no effort to cover up. But Mrs Koh is obviously trying to bluff her way through, because she mumbles, and only those who look close enough can tell. =/

Gone for dinner. I don't know what food there is in my house, but I'll try my luck. :D

Have a nice National Day celebrations, and the National Day holidays up ahead. I don't really love Singapore, but since it's National Day... Heck, I still don't love Singapore. I don't like the sound of the name. Maybe if it's called Singingpore or Singagagaga I'll like it more.

Singagagaga. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Happy birthday Singagagaga. :D