Three cheers to sistership

I had the initial plan to take advantage of the Boxing Day sales all around the island to do my New Year shopping, but I soon realized that waking up with a huge zit on my forehead isn’t going to make a fashion statement so here I am, humble, cosy and tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the malls and shoppers. All because of a zit. Yuck.

I’m mostly zit-ridden, and I put all the blame on my hyperactive oil glands, which do nothing except secrete oil and capture all the dust and dirt in the atmosphere they can possibly accumulate to form a zit, and of course, try to make my T-zone look like a reflector. And the last thing I could do is to pop it, because it leaves a red mark, then a scar, before residing permanently on my face as a grotesque little brown spot. And in due time, my face will look like a sesame seed bun. Yuck. Ultimate zit day.

Ultimate zit day

I had the initial plan to take advantage of the Boxing Day sales all around the island to do my New Year shopping, but I soon realized that waking up with a huge zit on my forehead isn’t going to make a fashion statement so here I am, humble, cosy and tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the malls and shoppers. All because of a zit. Yuck.

I’m mostly zit-ridden, and I put all the blame on my hyperactive oil glands, which do nothing except secrete oil and capture all the dust and dirt in the atmosphere they can possibly accumulate to form a zit, and of course, try to make my T-zone look like a reflector. And the last thing I could do is to pop it, because it leaves a red mark, then a scar, before residing permanently on my face as a grotesque little brown spot. And in due time, my face will look like a sesame seed bun. Yuck. Ultimate zit day.

Merry Christmas 2005

As usual, I busied myself in the kitchen on Christmas Day, just like what I did last year. Except, we stood on the safer side and prepared some simple stuff, not forgetting how the fridge almost vomited the leftovers last year. Dad’s mood didn’t pick up after a bout of flu a few days ago, so he’s moody (as usual). So I hope that dinner would bring us all to a meeting point of conversation.

Christmas made a point in me this year to send out cards, because the recipients of these pieces of love are all my close buddies, as well as those who were thoughtful enough to send me their pieces of love this Thanksgiving. However, I would like to strongly specify that although I enjoyed cards, I didn’t see the same for SMSes, because I kept receiving the same Christmas greeting (most probably forwarded from one person to another) with a Christmas tree and grammatically wrong greetings. Tsk tsk…

Last but not least, Merry Christmas to all (Dave enjoy a white Christmas in L.A), and let’s hope the coming year isn’t a dreadful one (in my case, it probably lies in my hands).

Policemen, paramedics, firemen...

First the police came, then the paramedics came with their medic bags and stretches. Minutes later, even the firemen came, except they were chased out by the ISP. This, is definitely not a scene from some major disaster whatsoever. We’re just rehearsing our play, and we were lucky enough to get these personnel down to do a full dress rehearsal with us. Despite the cats they have to rescue from trees and the number of kitchens on fire, they still took time out to attend to us, so we were pretty honored. And yesterday, I even had the chance to plop my butt onto the seat of a police van (no I wasn’t arrested), as I helped them out with a few of my friends to spread the message of crime prevention during festive seasons. Consider that a job well done for society.

CSSP course

And yet again, another dodo bird asked me if I were a local. Hello?! What the hell?! Alright, but then again, I took that as a compliment, if you meant it that way.

And how cruel were the other girls to leave me miserable, cold and lonely, at the CSSP course today. For the first 3 hours, I dreaded it like hell, because no one was talking to me (hello people do I look like I’ve just landed from Mars?) and I almost fell asleep during the draggy speeches.
But lunch kind of perked me up, and we learned more useful stuff like how to put up an exhibition on crime-fighting.

The loveliest part was to go out there to the nearby flats for door-to-door visits with a police officer attached to us. It provided a scope regarding the job of a cop, and it was way fun.

Taiwan trip

I’ve been feeling jet-lagged ever since Monday, and it’s only today that it wore off me. Taiwan’s a lovely place to be in, especially if you’re a food junkie or you just love its geographical make-up. Other than that, the food, the people and the shopping habits are almost identical to locals.What disheartened me the most was the tendency of earthquakes in Taiwan. I remembered having to wait for an hour at a road block because the road up ahead was impassable; the recent earthquake had savaged half the road. What a beautiful place, what a terrifying monster Nature is.Skip the topic, let me talk about the people. They’re probably one of the nicest people in the world (of course, with exceptions). They wouldn’t give you space for bargaining there, but they give you extra stuff if you’re willing to buy in bulk. They don’t like to earn less; they like to give more. Okay that sounds absolutely ironic, but this is the case there.The weather’s a wild escape for people like us, who live in an all-summer place. The temperature dipped to 11°C when I first landed at the airport, and I had so much trouble rummaging through my luggage to fish out my scarf, jacket and an extra blouse. Despite that, I still had trouble keeping my fingers in my pocket and my teeth in my mouth because they kept rattling. I had to put up with my insufferable sinus until the third day, when the temperature began to climb up, painfully slow, as we traveled south.I’ve got so much to say but if I carry on typing my keyboard would get fed up and run away. Okay, I’ll end here.

David, you showed me that Love Can

After listening to so many people talking about Love Can, which was held last Saturday at the Indoor Stadium, I can’t help but wonder: Could I have been there myself?

Big regrets there, but bigger regrets yesterday (for those who understand what I mean). Now I know that David writes songs for us to use in our daily lives. How nice.

First of all, to all those who attended the concert, you all are a real lucky bunch! Paying $168 for a first-class seat is sure worth it, and I would mind paying $200 (like what Stef Sun fans are doing) for another concert. I would exchange anything for good music, and this showed me how.
David’s music taught me a lot of things I never knew how to figure out in the past, a lot of the struggles I got myself into, a lot of the knots I’ve tied, as well as the friendships I treasure. With each and every medley he’s composed, he matures, and with each and every knot I untie with these songs, I grow up as well. I’m blessed.

Through his music, messages come across.

Black Tangerine, for those who have did us wrong, for those who succumb.
I Love You, for the love of our life.
Catherine, for people whom we still love for how they tie us down.
Love Can, because love really can.
Wang Ba Dan, specially dedicated to the cheaters.
Who Do You Love, to the one you love most, who’s loving someone else.
Fated, to show us how 2 people’s paths may never cross because of fate.
Sula and Lampa, for the ol’-so-lovely paparazzi.
2night, the sensual dedication to passion.
What’s Love, we really wonder.
Song for Anita, for the one we’ll always remember.
Sweet Hour of Prayer, to thank the One for His spiritual support.
I’m OK, although I’m not.
Shuo Zuo Jiu Zou, when some people leave our lives for good.
Angeline, the symbol of sweet unrequited love.
Seventeen, the age when everyone blossoms, when everyone learns to love the right person.
Liu Sha, how time flies, how love wastes away.
I Like It, because it’s my way.
Season of Loneliness, when we no longer have a special someone by our sides.
Runaway, what everyone wants to do when life gets too punishing.
Regular Friends, because we can’t be more than just friends.
Blue Moon, just like the colour of my heart.
Airport, why didn’t you turn up?
Close to You, even though you’re miles and miles away.
Melody, the song to describe an extreme state of heartbreak.
Buttefly, the one song to drive me to tears. To God.

Feel the love tonight

Like what David said, "love is simple". It's so true because of the contrasting fact that humans aren't simple creatures at all. We change; we metamorphosize (like what David said too), sometimes too much for our own good. When people change, they sometimes move away from us, but love stays. Love is a form of energy; it changes from one form to another, but never gets destroyed, because there're too many people out there loving, so it's a cycle. Today, I just wanna sit in front of my PC and feel the love from the music. Since I can't have my music tomorrow, might as well get the full dose of it today. Maybe I'll do something to the stereo tomorrow, so "I Love You" will play on the speakers while the bride and groom walks down the aisle. Sweet.

P.S: Good luck for ur concert tml, Dave. I've sent a team of my sisters to scream ur top off.

David's coming to the Stadium near you, watch out!

Someone just created a big wooha on the DT site regarding our ticket sales, even though he got probably the best tickets anyone could ever get. Whatever…

Anyway, I was just talking about David Tao Love Can World Tour 2005/06, which is coming to the Indoor Stadium this Saturday. Yes, I’d love to watch it, but I guess it’s all pre-destined, because my saint of a cousin is holding his wedding dinner on the very same day too, so, oh well. Not that I’m gonna praise this concert up to the skies, but it’s going to be a visual and aural treat for those who have been wise enough to grab the tickets early, because as I am typing, more of the 15% of tickets left are being snapped up. Don’t fret over the fact that it’s too expensive; David pops by hardly every 2 years to hold a concert, and what’s more, this specially-themed concert is definitely going to be a huge blast. With the stage decked out in leaves and a helicopter (wonder how he got that there), a wonderful band, lovely back-up singers (including our very own Kewei), and the man himself is enough to convince you that this is a concert not to be missed. As for me, I shall enjoy myself too, but hope that everyone who’s lucky enough to secure a ticket will enjoy this Saturday night with our very charming man.

Eccentricity

Someone told me that bloggers (defined as people with online journals of their daily ups and downs) in this little sunny island write absolute crap. For a point and another, I agree and disagree. This is because, I am a blogger, and I can be more or less be sure that I don’t write crap in my blog, unless it’s to rebut another crapper’s nonsense. On the other hand, hey, some bloggers do enjoy posting incessant trash on their blogs, and this foils the reputation the rest of the blogging community is trying to build. Please, if you’ve got nothing to blog about, don’t put a post about ‘Today, I have nuts to write.”. It’s a real killer.

Speak about my route, and I’ll utter a little more than gibberish to you. I chanced upon some real hysteria while taking part in this writing contest for college students, and I’ve been telling myself to blog about this thing which kept flying in my head the entire day. She looked a bit improper with that unkempt hair and matching ribbon in it to go along with her uniform, as well as, urm, a fetish for uttering one liners to the girl seated next to her, who was clearly intimidated, I’ll say. I wouldn’t trade places with the poor victim for anything in the world, for one thing my examination partner seemed to talk a little too much for her own good. She was basically interrogating the distressed girl (good, now where’s the knight in shiny armour), and would add in an occasional mutter to herself. But never judge a book by its cover (red light flashes ‘cliché!’), because who knows, she might become the next eccentric writer for the Life! section.

OP's over, back to mugging

I slump down on the chair. “It’s over,” I thought coolly to myself.

Some people should breathe a sigh of relief already. Our Project Work phrase is over. It’s time to chug full speed ahead in our books again. Don’t have to sigh too much, because hey, look on the bright side, just 1 more year and everyone’s free from this excruciating cycle. Til then, we’ll still have to mug religiously for the A’s. Sigh.

Reading today’s issue of Urban has prompted me to spend my prom night elsewhere. Hello, nobody’s willing (without a gun to their throats) to spend their proms in school or at some run-down musty smelling ballroom. Not me. I’m gonna find a good bar in any of the hotels, drag some unwilling friends along and listen to bossa nova all night long. Not headbanging to some silly music at a defunct disco or line-dancing with geeks. I need a fresh start, and prom night’s a perfect time to do just that. Til then, good luck, my seniors, for your A’s and your prom night.

SG Hit Awards 2005

Apparently I was too exhausted for the whole of yesterday to blog about the Singapore Hit Awards 2005. I mean, who organizes activities that end after the last train home? That apparently happened to me.

This event was an eye opener not just to the glamour and the tardiness of some people, but also to the unleashing of the beast in oneself.

F.I.R, Fish Leong, MayDay, Nickolas Zhang, Stella Huang, Energy, Sly, Maia, Stef Sun, Tanya, JJ Lin, Twins and the DJs were just some of the celebs hanging around this event. The red carpet event wasn’t the least civilized, with out-of-control fans and belly buttons and golden bikinis and other outrageous stuff. I whipped out my cam whenever the arrival of each singer was announced, only to be met with a decibel-defying concoction of screams and screams and more screams and a poster in front of me to block the fantastic view I had. Whatever.

The show itself was a draggy 3 hours plus, though performances by some artistes were commendable, esp. JJ Lin and F.I.R, although they stole David’s awards (lol). David managed to pick up the Best Album Producing, so I guess it isn’t that bad after all.

Whatever it is, I happen to get myself stranded at City Hall with Jess and had to wait for half an hour before we got a taxi (there were 10 groups of people waiting for a cab as well).

I swear, whatever happens in the future, I’m never gonna attend such stuff, not even if the tickets are free, not even if I get to sit in front, not even if I get to sit behind to artistes. Well, unless David attends it as well. Well done, David.

Love me, hate me, just tell me. Not the car

Just when I thought it ended, it had to start, all over again. It’s once again, the saga of ‘Me and My Damaged Car’, starring my entire family and some unknown breed of inconsiderate civilian. My family has been in this area for the past 2 decades and nothing ugly has happened to us, until getting a car surfaced the monster in some of the lovely people. For the past 5 years or so, the car’s been accumulating a series of scratches, knocks, dents, thrashings and vandalism (which happened just this morning or yesterday night), but no one’s doing anything to save the situation. Or rather, society has been acting like a mental patient nowadays. Some one call the doctor, rather than the police.

Women oh women

I couldn’t stop myself. My fingers just happened to have a will-like mind of their own and decided that nothing can stop them from blogging about this thing, not even me.

Just as I thought that we would be working towards a gracious society, something so alarming just had to happen to me. Nothing could ruin this, until today, you proved me wrong. Entirely wrong.

I love grocery shopping, like any other lady (unless you prefer to differ), but the outrageous behaviour of some of our kind really made me wish I could dissipate into vapour at that very moment. I said politely, asking for a way out of a crowd, ‘Excuse me.’ The ladies in front of me (one in pink and the other in yellow, as much as I can remember of their petty composition) shrugged their shoulders, barely making a path. Then it caught my ear. Don’t think I didn’t catch it, fellow species. Those very words went into my ears, through my nerves, into the grey matter up there, and my amydala decided that the stuff which came out of the gap of yours didn’t exactly sound very nice, especially to an equally sensitive, if not more, creature like me. What was “she block the way also dunno…” for?!?!?

Sis-ey and me

Mad Muttering of the Day:
No matter how much I used to curse my sister, I realize that I was lucky to have her around, because the Rocky Road brownies she makes are so sinful, a piece down your gut can make you want to put on your running shoes and run yourself dry. Thanks, sis-ey!

Self-praise isn't a crime; narcissism is

The least expected thing has happened: homework is piling up, even in this last 2 weeks of school. Hello?! We’re students, not morbid homework-churning robots, so cut us some slack. Despite my protest, I’m STILL doing homework. To hell with vacation-wrecking assignments! I’d rather finish the stuff while I’m in school so that I can at least consult my tutors regarding any doubts, then to search the world for them during the holidays.

And to the very narcissistic Daniel, sorry for putting you in bad light, but hey, who asked you to praise yourself on your blog? Self-praise isn’t a crime; narcissism is.

Tears for Fears

Was on my way home on the MRT today and I plugged in to the local radio station. This girl happened to call in and was talking about a love that was never unanimous, and I swear I could have cried there and then. I don’t know. It brought back so much… heartache. The DJ on duty advised anybody who’s feeling that way to just cry their hearts out, but I don’t wish to cry for people who have hurt me. I don’t want to cry as though that person was Jesse MaCartney and that I lost him to another girl. I don’t want to waste a single tear on people who have belittled me, people who have made me feel inferior. I wouldn’t cry for nuts. Okay I’m crying.

Never quit

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a fellow turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow,
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man;
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor’s cup;
And he learned too late when the night came down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out-
The silver tint in the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It might be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit-
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.

My heart doesn't break... it just bleeds

I ran, ran from the guy who caused me so much misery.Ran from the monster who tortured my soul.Ran from the lie which seemed so real.

I ran into the theatre, full of students.Full of my reality.

He gave chase.He caught up.

I spun around.‘Please…’‘I don’t know you,’ I said.

My heart bled.

Running on a marathon... chasing after my paper

After one disappointment, comes another. I’ve had too many blows in a single week, so the effect would probably show up only a week later. I mean, results are not everything, right? It’s still the passion which eventually keeps you going until you feel like retiring. So to all those who are not doing very well in their studies and feeling despaired and hopeless, do pick yourself up again and ask yourself how much further are you willing to go on this paper chase. Then that’ll be the answer which will lead you towards your goal.

Dave... why?

I felt my heart cry out when I heard the news. My cousin is having his wedding on the same day as Dave’s concert. I really wanted to cry out at that very moment, because I’ve saved for such a long time to attend this Concert of the Year, and this thing has to hit me. Why? Why me? The thing I least need now is to hear a Dave Tao song, because it’ll only kill me. I can’t imagine such stuff happening to me, but it is. Haiz… it’s all fated, I guess. Not fated to see Dave, not fated to enjoy his music live, not fated to experience the greatest musical impact in my life. All in the name of ‘Yum Seng’.

Promos over... *eats air*

I felt my head above the water. I’m alive again.

The past few weeks, or rather months have been rather traumatic for me, because I’ve had my Common Test in mid-August, and handle my Promos at the end of September. Spent probably the past few weeks sleeping way past my bedtime, mugging like crazy. But look on the bright side (esp. Zebra), the promos are over. But like Jie said, the panic is gone, but the fear is still here. What everyone’s concerned about is the results. Esp. for me, because I’m only doing well for 2 out of my 4 subjects, and if I don’t get at least a D for each subject, I’ll have to boot one of my subjects, which hopefully I won’t have to, because I believe that what you reap is what you sow.

Exams are over, but I can’t go on a mass-scale shopping spree because I’ve invested my hard-saved money somewhere else. First, I’m going for the 2005 Singapore Golden Melody Awards, then I’ll be attending the Concert of The Year, David Tao’s Love Can Concert. I’m definitely grabbing the front row seats because hey, the man pops by rarely and his shows are sell-outs in major cities in China, so I’m definitely not going to miss out on the opportunity.

And my TV set has to spoil just when I wanted to watch the entire set of Stairway to Heaven, and my grandma is hogging the one in my mum’s room. Great.

I'm sorry I can't be perfect

Alright, so I guess I don’t really how to be a perfect friend. I don’t know, I mean, what’s YOUR definition of a friend, and does it subset with mine? Or does whatever I do clashes with your hopes for me as a friend? Does it include doing better than you in tests? Does it include sharing your burden for project work? I don’t know, why don’t you tell me, so perhaps I could forsake the world for our friendship? I’m sorry, I can’t be the perfect friend in your eyes.

To KM: You know what? You totally pissed me off just by giving up. What the hell do you think you’re contemplating? Well guess what? Everyone’s going to give you a kick in the ass for giving up. I am.

The old me shall depart

Just a few words to say before I bid goodbye to the 16-year-old me. I wanna go out there and hug everyone who has shown the world how to love simply by loving the people around you. It's not about the BGR kind of love, because that's absolutely shallow and unthinkable, but the kind of love you give unknowingly. The's the love I wish everyone I know can receive, from every other person in the world. And this, is my birthday wish this year. No luxury goods, no pigging-out, no self-rewarding, no self-praise, just a simple thing i want to put out to everyone. Love with your soul, not your heart.

I will survive this broken storyline

Thanks, NX. Thanks so much for supporting my decision to give up whatever I’ve decided to give up, for the sake and happiness and myself and my other friends. Thanks for always being there for me when I needed that shoulder to cry on, that ear to listen to me. Without you, all I’m going to be is incomplete.

I guess I needed the whole of today to get over my last term’s work, disappointment, stress, as well as the stuff I promised to.

YiHao: Thanks for the present, and I appreciate it when people get me presents, not because I’m MATERIALISTIC nor am I FLASHY. I just appreciate everything people do, even if it’s something as simple as a THANK-YOU. Yes, YiHao, you made SOME PEOPLE look like faggots (not you lah, Zelun). Thanks Bro.

Amanda: Thanks for the smiles, the compliments (even if they were just to cheer me up), the camera flashes (to satiate your thirst for photography), the Aiyo’s, everything…

Eric: Though I act like I don’t know you in school (partially because I really don’t know you that well, thanks for the laughter and the torture you provided Zelun with.

Zelun: Thanks for being such a great faggot classmate. Enjoyed the laughter, the finger-pointing, everything.

Egg: Thanks for making effort to turn up this time, although I just wanna tell you that Maple Story is sooooo yesterday.

Pls try to hurt me further

To Check: Please if don't think too highly of yourself, because in reality you're such a huge faggot. I treated you as a friend and is this all I got? I don't expect something miraculous to happen because it probably won't, all I ask for is a friendship, and YOU had to go sink it. I don't know what got into you, but I know that the old you is dead. Forever. And I mourn over the old YOU. WAKE UP. FAGGOT.

Maybe... Maybe too much

I guess there comes a point in time when we would eventually forget the ones we used to hang out with, and I realized it today- too late. Maybe I shouldn’t have organized such stuff if I knew that things would eventually turn out in this way. Maybe I should stay out of this and let things crumble. Maybe I shouldn’t. maybe I should embrace stuff as it comes. Maybe I should look at stuff from an optimistic point. Maybe I shouldn’t think too much.

Synopsis of my life

Here’s the lengthy lengthy post I would probably do once in a while, when I realize that I’m stuck doing that unsolvable Physics TYS question, or when everyone refuses to give me a break. Here’s my synopsis of the week ahead for me. Monday: Normal, lengthy day. I am supposed to hand in my PW EoM conscientiously today, but nope, I haven’t even looked at the material I’m supposed to evaluate. If Suguna hears this she’s probably going to scream into my ear and refuse to talk to me for days. I’ll be having my Physics A Level Practical the next day, so I better sleep early. Tuesday: Yuck… Physics Practical. I messed up my Chemistry practical, so I better do better for Physics. Significant numbers… Graph… Anomalous results… ZzZzZz… Oh, and before I fall asleep, I need to finish organizing the presents for my teachers! Wednesday: Ah, it’s a holiday, at last! Still, I ain’t going to miss out on returning to school and meeting my ‘long-lost’ friends. Don’t forget the netball, ACJC! Thursday: Yay! Sleep-in! Well, I still have to mug, no doubt, but not forgetting to chill out! Friday: Like everyone’s saying, thanks God it’s Friday! God, it still seems like a long day to me, because I’ve got just half an hour of break time from 8 am to 12.30 pm. AND I still have an extra hour of Chemistry tutorial at 1 pm, before rushing off like mad for my CCA, and we have to do this extremely gross skit for public viewing. How I wish I was in Interact Club, where I would get to visit charity homes everytime I have CCA. That would be meaningful. But I’m still the first-aider at heart so, I prefer the medical stuff to the psychological stuff, although I’m aiming for a degree in Psychology in University.

Guess I'm still the sweet and juicy Cherry

My sister just had to make a bitch out of herself. She disagrees with whatever I say, do stuff to make me look inferior and try all sorts of means to get me into s***. I guess everyone does become a bitch at this time of their lives, but hello, can’t she just take it out on someone else? Why pick on me? When you pit a bitch against another bitch, you’ll only get endless trouble.
Thanks to Mr. Liao for calling me ‘such a sweet girl’ when I greeted him yesterday, along with Mr. Ng. I guess, after all, the scolding he’s given did release some steam from him, and he’s in turn became nicer to the other students.

Happy Teachers' Day

This Teachers’ Day, I have a mission to accomplish: to thank all the teachers (if possible) who have taught me over the years, from pre-school to my present college teachers. It’s been something I’ve been wanting to do all these years, because I’ve come to a realisation that the teachers who have taught me over the years were, more or less, my guardians who have paved the way for me to lead me to where I am today, so it’s rightful to say a thanks to them even though they might have forgotten that they had a student like me. Too all my teachers, Happy Teachers’ Day in advance and happy teaching!

When will my time come?

I was celebrating over the past few weeks the apparent fact that I was going to get my new phone today, but alas, was I wrong. Well, half my dream came true when I was browsing the various phone models and contemplating arguments in my head over which phone to get. But the truth hit me: I still had 11 days more until I could next change my phone. Yuck. My Mum was luckier; she’s got a spanking new 6101(*guffaws*) and she’s all grins. Whatever. My time will come.

Get out of my life

If there’s anything that can piss me off doubly, it would be the stinky attitude of a person. Here, I’m trying to console myself, trying to evade the fact that someone can change so drastically within a few months. Guess I didn’t know you that well to judge you then, because I know it now. I know the person behind the innocent mask. I know the hypocrisy behind all the consolation. I know you even more than before, purely because I despise you.

It’s so scary to know that people around me keep showing the ugly truth beneath their mask. I seem to be living in a world of hypocrisy and pretense where everyone’s too insecure about their real self. I don’t get it. One moment you’re a friend, the next you’re stabbing me in the dark. One moment you act like you’re the sweetest and most innocent soul on Earth and the next you behave like you’ve just picked up a thing or two from the devil himself. I’m utterly disgusted and disappointed to know such people like my very best friends, but thank God I realized it early and redefine the meaning of ‘friend’. Now, I have genuine friends with a genuine purpose of sharing a friendship with me, not some funny kuku(like what Siti said) who enters my life for the pure intention of wreaking havoc. I’ll be more than welcomed to show you the door.

Shortchanging yourself is the greatest mistake of all

What was the most expensive thing you’ve ever possessed in your life up till this moment? A lap top? An iPod? A BMW 7 series? That limited edition Risis pendant? Mine would be the results I reap with my own effort, my own input. Not ill-gotten gains, not short-changing oneself, not coercing myself to surface the ugly side of human nature, and definitely not cheating. We’ve got to face up to the harsh reality in life that, hey, we’re our own worst enemy. Why cheat, when you can fail with dignity, with pride, and with recognition that you’ve done your best. In the end, the only one laughing at your folly would be yourself. Go get some water and wake yourself up.

Take a breather... and go again

PLEASE. LET. ME. TAKE. A. BREATHER. BEFORE. I. TALK.

Finally finished my Common Test today. After many many weeks of bitter battling with the CT monster (it’s no longer the GP monster), I’m done. Someone get the confetti out.

Things to do within 1 month:
--> Get a new phone. I’m real sorry but as hard as I find it hard to part with my present phone, it does have problem keeping up with my pace of life.
--> Save another $100. Then with the rest of my liquid cash, I can go shopping! I need a multi-purpose shoulder bag, a good pair of slips, a new fragrance ( yuck that b**** is using the same perfume as me), an iPod (*hints to Mum), as well my birthday present.
--> Get the RedSpot Chemistry TYS. Look, I know it’s quite a spoiler to mention it, but hey, I’m just being pragmatic.
--> Work hard with the DTFC team. Go, sisters!!!

This is what exams can cause... day dreaming

I’m running my vehicle in laps, the engine burning fuel at maximum capacity. No matter how hard I jam my foot on the accelerator, it’s no use; I’ve reached my maximum speed. Taking a quick glance at my side-view mirror, I see probably a good dozen closing in, hot at my heels. This had probably gone on for forever, and my eyes are starting to droop. The Mitsubishi had overtaken me a couple of seconds ago, and has disappeared from sight. Great. The engine is moaning for me to stop jamming the accelerator, and I could sense the vehicle heating up. But I couldn’t stop nor could I give up; I’m trapped in a vicious cycle (reader: cliché…*yawns*) of competition. It’s either I try or I die trying.

10/8/05 - WE'RE OFFICIAL

Great. My beloved grandma had to mistaken me for a salesperson and locked me out of the house for a couple of minutes, adding to my misery after today’s Math paper. Hello?! The teacher was a hell of a person. He didn’t bother to inform us about the time left, and he left me dumbfounded when he announced that I’ve got 7 minutes left, when I’ve got 2 more questions to go. Hello?! OMG I really hope I don’t flunk the paper, because I need to clear Math as one of my two A subjects.

Hey and for the awesome news: WE ARE OFFICIAL!!! Yes, to Melody, Esther, Phoebe, Serene, Shirley, Lynn, Huitian and Grace, I love you all! Let’s strive to make the best out of our union!

Happy B-dae, Nation

I'm using a special color for a special reason, because it's Singapore's 40th birthday today. The bad thing for me's that I can't get myself in the mood to let loose and celebrate, because my common test starts immediately after the National Day holiday. Such a dampener. On the other hand, I'm feel pretty gratified because I get to study for the entire day (if I can get myself to colaese with my notes) without lessons what-so-ever. So it's a blessing in disguise after all.

Wishes for the nation:
- Continue growing by 4% every 6 months, and in a decade's time, Singapore would probably be riding on the high waves.
- Cut some stuff!!! Taxes (if it's MY income tax), education (save myself from future mugging), ...
- Build on the potential, not on the kiasu-ism. I'm sure we know what I'm driving at.

Whatever whatever, just Happy Birthday!

Let me be the one at fault

Was I at fault? I mean, all I did was out of goodwill and what did I get in return? “F lor…” Great, so I rearranged everything, made sure no one’s going to return late, and all I get is vulgarities? First, I’m disappointed with the one who returned my good will with FUCK. Second, I’m disappointed with those who are disappointed with me. Like I said, go ahead, be disappointed. I’d rather not turn up and have you people getting upset with me than showing up in a bad mood. I’d rather people push the blame to me than to spoil the friendship. I’d rather people point at me and accuse me of forgoing my friends than having them point at my friends and accuse them. I’ll pick friendship over anger, and I’m doing that by not turning up. We all need to cool down, it’s nobody’s fault.

Malau... Sweet as pie

Did some blog-hopping and I chanced upon a blog of someone familiar. Well, for one thing, I CANNOT stand the bombastic words used in the entries. Just a note to Ms.Bombastic: Pls don't try to be a loser by flipping thru' a dictionary while blogging, because it doesn't work this way.
Hoping to share Malau with everyone here. Malau (monkey in Cantonese) is Dave's new pet. He's absolutely adorable and sweet, and it was so kind of Dave to take him in. God bless you. Now Lucky has a new companion.

Shortlived happiness

My group had to do this presentation for GP today to discuss if modern technology has made our life more stressful or more leisurely and relaxed. It was the 3 of us versus the entire class, and they kept posing daunting questions. I almost nerve-wrecked, but I was, fortunately, schizophrenic when it came to such stuff, so I was able to fend for myself. I swear I could have pulled my hair out just trying to think up an answer for those queries.

Amanda was talking to me during one of rare breaks I had today, and she said that she told Yi Hao that everyone is starting to look like zombies from all that studying, rushing of tutorials, indigestion (from gobbling food between lessons), late nights, extra lessons and monster PE.

Thanks for seeking redress for us by telling someone who has nothing to do except play squash, attend 4 hours of lessons a day and has even longer vacation periods than us.

And ya, sorry Mel. Lucky for you, your semester's ending soon. For me, my days of enjoyment are probably ending too...

Cooking is my forte...*liar*

I really wonder if I’ve got just the weekends to update my blog, how many miserable entries can I choke up at the end of the year? Especially when this hectic schedule is going to get even worse over the next year.

Tried my hands at whipping up lagsane, but it was only half-past-six, which was pathetic. The only consolation’s that it’s pretty edible, so that’s something to be glad about. But don’t undermine my ability to cook, because there’s more than a dozen people out there who know I can cook. I can manage a simple meal, to noodles, to pasta, to whatever-you-might-feel-like-eating. That’s it.

To: Thanks for the e-mail, because I really appreciated it.

I did that on the basis of a friend, you egoistic pig

My aunt suspects that I permed my hair. For the last time, I did NOT do anything to my hair. If I’m having a bad hair day, just tell me to my face, you don’t have to use such an indirect way to criticize my frizzles.

If I asked you what you would like for your birthday, what would you say? I encountered two good friends over the weekend, so I asked them what they would like for their birthday. One said, ‘Just something practical.’ At least that was helpful. She was direct enough, and I appreciated that, because she relieved me of the pain I’ve got to go through while shopping for presents. The other, an obvious moron, said, ‘No need lah…’ Hello?! If I ask you, it means that I’m taking your opinion into consideration, in case you start cursing at me for getting something you don’t like. It’s like, if people ask me what I want for my birthday, I’ll be more than happy to tell them, because it’s MY BIRTHDAY. Everyone’s special on their birthdays, because that’s the day someone is brought onto this earth to share it with me. So please, try to make my life easier. To the moron: sorry hor, I asked you not because I have a crush on you, because I’m no longer the 15-year-old still crazily in love with a moron like you. I asked you because I treat you as one of my bestest friends, and this is the way I show people I appreciate them. Don’t get the wrong idea, because you’re not that special after all.

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

The last time I read a book into the wee hours of the morning, it was Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix which got me engaged in hours and hours of reading without taking an eye-break. This time, it was Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. For the final time, stop telling me that ‘Oi! Dumbledore died!’, because I’ve already read the book. Yes, it was a sad, sad chapter in Harry’s life, and probably mine too, because he saw Dumbledore died, and I read about Dumbledore dying. Cheer up, people. Anyway, just a small synopsis of the book, it was definitely darker than the other books, and people start to show their true colors. But the characters seemed to be acting weirdly, and that definitely did not glue with the fifth book. Could have been the hormones, I thought. Well, never mind. I wouldn’t want to divulge more, in case I get sued through my blog or get killed by those who haven’t read the book yet. Go open that Pandora’s box yourself.

Potty over Potter

DaJie, love ya lotz!!!

Yes, Steph had to distract me from working furiously on my graphs when she showed me the pictures of the Korean guy I told her I found cute, and until this moment, I’m still floating. Lolz. Thanks for the link.

Was pretty surprised that I didn’t fail my Math test. This obviously shows that if you’re positive, nothing’s impossible. Now, I’ll just have to apply this formula of success to my sciences.

Oh, and thanks to HZ for Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, although I didn’t enjoy reading about so much mishap in a book.

Nutcase gone case

I can never forget the look on Mr. Chua’s face when he said, ‘Gone case.” Well you see, I’m probably the only nutcase who would do my titration the other way. I was supposed to titrate FA2 against FA3, and I did it the other way. How smart of me. And the goon behind me (you know who you are) saw me making that mistake and made the same mistake after me. I guess a person’s intelligence is limited lah… Don’t need to try too hard, ‘cuz it backfires.

Clarifying some stuff

I think, there are some things to clear up before I move on from here. Everything's turning out disturbingly uncomfortable. I mean, it's time for the skeleton to be let out of the closet. We can't keep things this way. It kills our relationship.

To Miss you-know-who-you-are No.1:I don't know if you regretted your actions, but I didn't, and I'm not trying to be obstinate. Search the soul within you and answer the questions yourself. I'm sure you have more idea than I do. Please. Get. A. Life. Anyway if you decide to go back to the old days, I welcome you with arms wide open.

To Miss you-know-who-you-are No.2: Obviously, you have no idea who you are until, perhaps, you read this entry. You're probably the one person in my life whom I've never regretted knowing. So don't make me eat my words. If you decide to jeopardise this friendship of ours, I don't really have any idea what may become of our clique. Will we just dissipate, or continue to pretend nothing ever happened? I don't know, it's all up to you. I respect your decision.

To Mister you-know-who-you-are: For all I know, you could have knew about it years ago, when I decided to start noticing you. You, I can say, are nothing special. You are so ordinary, I can choose a can of sardines over you. So you obviously gotta ask yourself why someone would waste 2 years on you. ON YOU. Maybe with that cow- attitude of yours, you'll never understand.

New phone on the way

I’m currently in the process of psycho-ing my parents to get me a new phone, since my 2-year-plan is up and besides, my phone’s a tad old. Or rather, it should have belonged to the museum long ago, because it’s already 3 years old, the keypad’s malfunctioning, the cover’s full of battle scars and the screen’s accumulating scratches. How much worst can it get? Although I’m a little sentimental, but as the saying goes, ‘if the old doesn’t go, the new doesn’t come’. So yah, I’m getting a new phone.

Functions I want in my new phone: Camera, video-taking, radio, mp3, internet access, voice-recording (for lectures), whatever my present phone doesn’t have.

Who the hell, do you think, is Dave?

Ah, the weekends. I slept for the longest time in my life, from 11.30 last night til 10 this morning. And I'm still tired. This, is what 3 tests in a week and plentiful of assignments can do to you. So to slackers out there, treasure your sleep, because you never know when'll be the next time you get to sleep in. Will be going off for the PTC later in the afternoon. Despite failing my Chemistry and barely scrapping thru' my Physics, I managed to hold off a request for my tutor to meet Mum and Dad with 2 A's and a B in the other subjects.

To people questioning me about Dave, He, is David Tao. Yes, I speak of him like I'm speaking of my boyfriend. But nope, I look upon him as a brother (if I ever have a chance to be his sis) and I have loads of repect for him. And like him, I have no intention of getting into a serious relationship within the next few years because of the same cause -- work.

Happy birthday, Loved One

I did the longest hurdle run today by clearing both Chemistry and Math tests in a day. Finally, I can afford to take a 5-minute breather, just before I dive heads-down in a waist-deep Physics and Chinese notes. Argh, just another day.

And today’s especially special (except for the tests), because it’s the birthday of Zhi Rong. Happy Birthday, big boy! More importantly, it’s Dave’s birthday. First time celebrating his birthday, so it’s pretty significant to me.

Birthday note to Dave: Hey boy, you’re all grown up now! Looking at all your achievements down the road, I’m really proud of you, like all of us out there. Your very existence’s the reason why we’re all behind you. Your maturity, your charm, your voice, your messy hair, your everything. Happy Birthday, loved one.

The good ol' days

Slogged half the day away with Chemical Bonding. Looking on the brighter side, I’ve got Math left to study for. Bad news is, It’s Trigo. Why??? Oh bother…

Mum dug out my baby photos to show me the baby in me, but hello, I need to study, you know? So she was busy chatting with Grandma about how fat I was , how playful I was, whatever. Seriously speaking, I was so much fatter when I was young. So fat was I, I felt nauseous looking at those photos. Goodness.

Well speaking of Grandma, she had a pretty bad fall last week and broke her arm. Poor her. But at least it wasn’t a broken leg, or she’ll have tons of trouble getting around.

Roads that divide may never come back together again

It's getting harder and harder to squeeze time out of my schedule to blog. Who knows, I may be going to switch moblog so that I can blog wherever I am, instead of having to sit in front of the black box and type mindlessly about things I've forgotten about during the day. I've always had the urge to blog in the middle of the day, when my creative juices are flowing like nobody's business, so it's a big waste to let all my thoughts and feelings while away.

Let's see. I'm 2 days away from 2 big tests, when I haven't even finished studying for 1(then what the hell am I here?), and I have tons of homework. Great.

I realised, I've stopped talking about him. I questioned myself about it, because what I've had for the past yonkers cannot be just a mere crush. Helo, I have more stuff to do than to crush on someone for 2 years. Well, we're now in different worlds, with different people, and different targets to work towards. So, perhaps, will our future be the same? Will our diverged roads return to the same path? OMG this sounds like the preview of a soap opera.

Definitely an animal person

It’s amazing how much time I can spend sitting in front of my uncle’s fish tank, observing the community inside. I just spent a good whole hour watching miniature lobsters, shrimps, guppies, goldfishes the size of your palm, fighting fish, turtles (he’s got a couple of them) and some other finned friends interacting within that 3-feet-long tank. I love animals (except for things which grow see-through wings, have more than 2 pairs of legs and flies), and they have this miraculously calming effect on me. I can squat at the void deck watching the cat stalking a butterfly or make Milky (my cousin’s dog) fall asleep snuggling up to me. I’m so in love with animals, they’re just like the people whom I care for, I look out for.

Aim for the roll of honour... let us soar

I’m pretty glad the holidays are over, because I can finally get back on track. Slacking, as I have found out, is bad for health for the simple fact that you become bonkers when you realize that you haven’t completed much of the homework which you’re supposed to complete even before the holidays end.

Came back to my second home (a.k.a NH) to celebrate St. John Day with my second family (a.k.a SJAB). I guess Mr Chia was pretty serious when he told us that he’s coming back to take over just the other day. He’s back, and we’re more than gratified. But I guess on our part we’ll have to re-do the foundations in order for St John to return to its old form in the late 90s. It’s not just for fame or face, it’s for the effort our seniors put in to put us at the top, since we might have very well been the ones who upset the cycle. Work hard, everyone. It’s high time someone else took over NHSS roll of honour instead of hall of shame. We can do it.

Initial D and Pizza

Caught up with first-3-months buddies with a movie and lunch. I wasn’t really keen on watching Initial D, but I guess it’s a give-and-take situation so just let it be. It didn’t turn out that bad, apart from the ambiguous ending and smoking scenes. I absolutely hate guys who smoke, let alone girls. Had lunch at Pizza Hut and spoke loads of crap (asides the sarcastic remarks).
Thanks to Steph, Fleur, Von, Hailin, Rach, ShueJun, Amanda, YiHao, BaiChiYuan, JinHan for turning up. You all made my day.

Dave for SKII?

OMG this is definitely NOT happening. Dave has been selected by SKII as their new spokesMAN. How about that. Well I guess that guy sure needs to maintain good skin because he's already 36 and who knows, he might be sprouting blackheads and zits as we speak. Just hope people don't start branding him with the metrosexual tag. Hello?! Who can resist an offer to keep your skin in tip-top condition for nothing at all? So I guess it isn't that bad after all. Cool down.

Heartache = heart problem?

I knew that I had to blog the moment I received this dull, dark throbbing pain in my chest last night. This, people, is what you call a heartache. I don¡¦t have heart problems, high blood pressure whatsoever, so don¡¦t dismiss me at this point. Don¡¦t tell me, you¡¦ve never experienced such a feeling? For me, it happens whenever I miss someone or think of something really hear-wrenching, and trust me, I hate this feeling.

My boyfriend is schoolwork

Been busying myself with loads of tests this week, so I haven’t got time to post up here really sorry. Life’s becoming hectic the moment everything started to slow down, and I’m going back onto my roller coaster ride in a moment. Haven’t got much time to meet up with a lot of people I love, I apologise for that. School work’s becoming sort of an invisible boyfriend tying me down and dominating my life like a control freak. Thanks, I appreciate that.

Never Gone - Album Review

Overall, the album was a very dramatic change in the style of the Boys’ music, probably because they thought that the old style of music would never work in this era. Come on, the fans loved you Boys like you used to be.Incomplete- Very drama, with plenty of angsty piano and drums. But it’s very catchy, and easy to pick up. Heard that the Boys put in a lot of effort into the vid of the song.

Just Want You To Know- Ordinary, and the best part of it was that it didn’t sound like a BSB song AT ALL.

Crawling Back To You- Song for the despos. Lyrics go like this I’m banging on the old front door, my pride’s spilled on the floor my hands and knees are bruised, and now I’m crawling back to you… Sounds the same as Just Want You To Know.

Weird World-Love this song, sounds very big band, and perfect for gatherings, for parties.

I Still…- The intro music almost made me think I switched on Linkin Park by mistake. Brian injected some really good emotions into this song, guess I missed his voice. Sounds very Hoobastank.

Poster Girl- Catchy, up-tempo song. She says nothing’s forever in this crazy world… Perfect song for AJ’s vocals. But the nah, nah, nah part was a little spastic.

Lose It All- The acoustics worked in this song, along with Nicky’s vocals. Voice harmony a little off with AJ’s raspy voice.

Climbing The Walls- My favourite song of the album. Very impactful, thanks to Brian. Why is it always Brian? Loved the guitars.

My Beautiful Woman- The title is more than just cliché, it sounds totally boring. Nick worked this song, though, with the electric guitars which covered the flaws.

Safest Place To Hide- Finally, a peaceful ballad, and it’s Brian’s vocals again. I finally hear lovely D for vocals, after having him sing in the background for the past few tracks.

Siberia- Who the hell in the world would sing about a country, I thought, but the Boys proved me wrong. The drums were totally wrong in all the places, but I finally hear Kev.

Never Gone- Sounds a little like Time from the previous album, but with more percussion. This was one of the few songs which came in the right place, which is at the album. Lovely track, and the world should hear it.

Give humanity a chance

I knew that going to school for GP today wasn't a mistake at all. Our lovely GP tutor (love ya!) showed 2 movies on world events, one is Fahrenheit 9/11 while the other is Hotel Rwanda. I would personally recommend the latter, despite all the violent and gory scenes, because it shows humanitarian aid at its worst, when all ties are broken off, with no foreign intervention, no empathy, no nothing.

Bought the Boys' Never Gone album. Will be doing a review most probably by tomorrow, because I'm currently too busy telling the world that the Boys are genuinely back. Give quality music a chance, buy their album.

Someone spotted Dave at Velvet Underground last weekend. Hey Dave if you ever happen to drop by this little sunny island of ours, at least call EMI up and tell them you're here, so we don't have to keep wondering if Dave's got some body-double here.

BSB's back

My Boys have finally released their 5th studio album after 5 years. Missed you all, and good luck for the world tour do come to Singapore. And to everyone out there, you should go get Never Gone today at any leading CD stores (man I sound like a retard) because the Boys are still going strong, not like some dumb magazine which mentioned that they should go hang up their towels and call it a day.. I think the ones hanging up their towels should be those magazines who are trying too hard. Bunch of losers.

Missed calls, unread messages

I’m down to the last 2 weeks of my holidays, but I’m not complaining at all. This holiday was fulfilling right from the start, although I did catch up on my slacking. All I need to do now is to start doing revision for whatever I’ve missed out from lectures and tutorials and I should be fine. I’m taking this break just as Dave is chilling out in L.A, and he’s most likely to be back in action by the time I start gearing up for school.

YES 93.3fm was picking out people in the Asian music industry who have significantly made a name for themselves in the sense that their music actually dived deeper into the society and contributed to goodwill. Dave was one of them, highlighted for Black Tangerine, the song in which he made a stand about the society. Didn’t know that he had so many song-writing credits, even before he was in the industry as an artist. Wished that they’d highlighted more songs produced by him.

My handphone strap, is not working. Its purpose was to cling tightly onto me, but I guess it should retire soon. On Saturday, I missed 8 calls and 2 messages, while on Sunday, it was 3 messages. Something’s got to be done.

Don't lock me up, I need to fly

Took some time off from the hustle and bustle and paid Malaysia a visit. The place still amazes me with its ability to look so sub-urban when it’s actually an important pulse of this area, exploding with so much life in the centre. The food’s definitely good for us, who have tasted too much local fare and our taste buds yearned for some quality fuel. Shopping’s another draw point, because there’s simply too much stuff to buy and look at there. I got myself some ear rings and a Von Dutch trucker at irresistible prices from JUSCO.

As I’ve promised Lynn the other day, I went in search of David Tao merchandise for the committee members as gifts, but I returned disappointed and empty-handed. Since I was collecting all David’s albums, I popped into 2 of the only CD shops I could find to check out on David’s older CDs. One has some of his earlier ones, but the prices are just beyond belief. The other shop only sells pirated stuff, and that would be the last thing on Earth I would buy. So it’s a no-show there. Sad.

Culture shock did catch me at the pet shop, where I spotted not just cats, rodents and fishes, there were even HEDGEHOGS, PYTHONS, SQUIRRELS and a BABY MONKEY. I mean, was it even legal to sell these as PETS? Firstly it’s cruel, secondly the animals don’t belong there. Not at the shop, not at home. Please, if anyone ever hears my plea, MY plea, please remove those animals, and remove them to where they belong. No one likes to live in a cage.

I can fall in love with u people all over again

Today’s catch-up day for the few of us. Really missed you all lots! As usual, we went to K-Box for lunch. This time, I had a wider selection of songs, given the fact that I’ve new-found interest in David’s songs. I even managed to get Jane to sing after me after the session. And as tai-tais, what more can we do except play mahjong? I was on the usual losing streak, and HY and Liyan were as usual, dominating the game. Whatever the outcome was, it was our friendship that has once again linked each of us up with an additional chain. This relationship is beautiful.

Leave me or kiss me goodbye forever

I;ve been trying too hard to please people all my life. I've had enough. It's time people start to suck up to me. I hate being the follower, nor do i like being follwed. Just leave me alone, you sick motherf*****s...

PMS + 2 ****ing people = a ****ing day

Wanna say a huge sorry to Kian Ming, I can’t pop by to celebrate your birthday for you. I’m basically feeling like I’m hung upside down for an entire day and my head is blowing. Fleur just had to rub it in. I’m not blaming her, but I was already feeling rather groggy when I met her yesterday, and when the virus struck me today I just couldn’t keep my eyes open in the morning. So I kindly informed her via sms that I would not be able to make it, she was like ‘huh…Pls come can. U so last minute den say u don wan to come. E card is wit u leh plus xx needs to sign it today. Maybe jus a while return b4 5pm’ and some other trashier stuff. Hello? Where’s the ‘take care I understand’ and ‘get well soon’? Instead of receiving some much-needed consolation between my bouts of headaches, she whipped me with those harsh words. Fine. So I pleaded with my parents, and they said that the furthest I could go was the MRT nearest to my home, so I asked her if I could pass her the card there. She wanted me to go to Bukit Batok MRT station instead, which requires me to not just drag myself to the MRT station, then change a train. How nice. My great friend, I love you so much. And NX just had to rub it in. I’ve already prepared to sacrifice some revision time just to meet up with her and company, but she doesn’t understand it, and was complaining that ‘You don’t know how to manage your time’ and ‘It’s not my problem [when that’s my lessons ALONE]’…You know what? Everyone in the world should go **** a donkey and tell me how it feels like, and I’ll tell you if I felt the same.

M.I.A

Went for meeting yesterday. Ester mentioned that I was so chatty in the forum but became dumb in person... Lolz I appreciated that. Settled loads of stuff during the meeting and I'm proud to say that we're on a smooth journey to attaining autonomy for our club. Good luck, Mel, Serene, Pheobe, Huitian, Shirley, Lynn, Ester and Grace.

I'll be missing in action for the whole of next week for the simple fact that I'm involved in the pre-u seminar. So pls call my HP I'll be on call 24 hours a day, because that's precisely my job.

P.S: Hey Yihao thanks for the conversation I'll be more than happy to help you anytime you need me. Peace out.

Thanks list

As the first semester of JC life draws to a close, there’re some things I just want to look back on and be glad that I haven’t done. I’m glad I haven’t changed to another JC, because me heart belongs here, and it’s the perfect place for me. I never want to sacrifice my present friendships for new ones, because I know that there are people here who believe in me and care for me. Thanks.

I haven’t thought of giving up. I used to throw in the towel in the face of a problem and would never have the guts to take risks. Coming to JC, in my opinion, is a big challenge already, and I’m enjoying the challenges ahead.

I haven’t placed my heart over my head. I learnt to think rationally instead of going soft when it comes to very personal stuff. For this, I’ve only got myself to thank.
Here are just some people I wanna thank for these 6 months of fun, joy and friendship.

Mel, although you’re happily pursuing what you excel at most somewhere else, I’m going to worship you forever.

Fleur, you always drive me crazy, but guess what, you’re the one who drives me on.

KM, you’re the thorn among the roses (if we’re even flowers at all), and thanks for putting up with all the nonsense. You’ll be the big bro’ who rocks.

Suba, you’re the one prodigy I’ll never ever want to know better about, because you’re made up plainly of math formulae and scientific theories. Oh, and thesis’s too.

Jie, hope you cope well in your new environment I’m always going to love ya.

NX, take real good care of yourself and do the same to your work too.

Fel, thanks for dropping by frequently to check me out I really appreciate it.

HY, our 10-yr-old friendship is just going to be as good as ever, right?

Well, I’ve gotta go think harder I’ve got a long list…

Respect music, and it will sound better

I keep doing essays on music piracy nowadays that I become pretty perceptive when it comes to this topic. I don’t get it, at all. I’ve heard of ardent fans who boast of their everlasting devotion to their idol, but the next minute they’re hogging the computers, downloading the latest songs (which may not necessarily be original or legal). I despise these people. Yes, I hate their attitudes towards music. Music is such an important outcrop of art, so if people are willing to fork out millions of dollars for a piece of abstract art, why can’t they just spend those few miserable pennies on an original CD? And when I speak of original, I mean the version which costs as much as any other CD, not some unusually cheap CD, because in most of the cases of cheap CDs are because they’re imported without a single cent to the original artist. Please people, if you want to listen to music but is too lazy to buy the entire album, download legally and pay for your download, trust me, that song will sound much better when it’s paid for.

Slurpee=murder

I almost got mauled to death by my very “sweet” sister by bringing a cup of Slurpee home. Hello, it’s just Slurpee, not your boyfriend! And for close to 10 minutes we were engaged in a deciding battle of tug-o-hair, merry-go-round and whatever’s-involved-in-a-catfight. Of course, she lost after I attacked her with an umbrella and sought shelter with my maid (I admit I’m a sore loser but that’s what happens when you’re up against me). And the hero saves the day yet again.

Went back to Nanhua to get my O’Level certificate along with Xiling, but we ended up playing netball. Old habits die hard. Check was in school (hi you arrogant jerk) playing basketball, but I chose netball and a cert over him. Everyone knows how much I wanted to go say hi to him except myself. Whatever. Take care, everyone.

Where does my road lead to?

My life here is starting to look like a long and winding road. The journey through this is tough and treacherous, and at the end of the road is a road sign which reads “University- Go left”, “Poly- go right” and “Nothing- jump off”. Beyond the road sign is a valley which plunges 2000 feet downwards. Oh great. I’ve caught myself in the bushes just besides the start of the road.
Hell.
I happen to catch a glance of a page in a copy of 8 Days of Jamie Teo, Our Miss Singapore Universe ???? in an interview about the celebrities’ love lives. They mentioned the fact that she was heard recording a song for our Mr. David Tao and they were speculating if they were together. Like what Zhaodi said, if Dave is spotted visiting Singapore frequently, we know what is going on. Like, what? I believe Dave chooses people like he chooses his food, so he wouldn’t go for anything extraordinary, would he? No guesses there.

Happy Birthday Mel!

Had makan session with Mel and co. I was so dumb to fix the collection time of Mel’s bouquet at 10am, when we’re supposed to meet only at 12.30pm. So basically I looked like a dumb-ass walking around the mall with a bouquet in hand. Steph HAD to be late (as usual), and that kept us waiting for close to an hour before she turned up. The staff at Swensens’ thought that we were just borrowing their venue for a celebration. We just HAD to take neoprints to make the day, but we ended up enjoying the LRT ride that we took another round on the Bkt Panjang line. We looked like absolute morons. Happy B-dae, Mel! May all your dreams and wishes come true! Although the few of us are pursuing different forms of education at different institutions, I hope that our frequent meetings would be put into practice.

Lousy day... lousy mood

I’m feeling like a real big loser today, fumbling all over my stuff and finding absolutely no time to complete whatever I had to do. Besides, I penalized myself at the interview today by uttering some gibberish that even I myself have no idea what the hell I’m saying. I’m basically feeling absolutely lousy.

A division volleyball match - JJ vs NJ

Sometimes, I wonder if I should even study for tests, when whatever I study never comes out. It’s damn demoralizing, especially when I took the effort to stay up late and drill all that stuff in my head. It just won’t work.

I think I broke my 2.4 km run record today. I did 5 rounds in roughly 13 minutes, when I would usually take 17 minutes to finish 6. A milestone for myself. Psycho Tay wasn’t in the mood to torture us, because his CCA volleyball was up against NYJC for the A division girls’ finals. And for that, the school sent an entourage of 2000+ students and teachers down to the stadium to cheer for them. And we won! The first half wasn’t very promising, but they learnt to go with the flow (or at least learn to handle this very tall girl in the NY team)and clinched the top spot. Great work, girls. And NY played well too, with their students cheering too. It was a great game.

Haiyo Fleur

Fleur can absolutely drive me to my grave with that innocence of hers. She was speaking to Jingwen about relationships (again) and she suddenly turned to me and asked out of the blue, “Want me to introduce a guy to you? Very nice one.” For a moment, I thought I heard “Want to eat some sushi? Very nice one.” Hello girl, do I look desperate to you? And she started advertising that guy friend of hers like a product. Eh girl, why don’t you keep him for yourself? I would like to state the fact that 1. I’m not in need of a stead, 2. I never like to tie guys to me by saying that I want to stead them, 3. I’m too picky and 4. I’m not the kind of girl every guy would like, regardless of what my weekly horoscope says. Besides, I’m not that fickle-minded and I like to keep my options open. Next year, perhaps.

I wonder if I'll ever get enough of myself

Was supposed to meet up for Project Work, but they decided to scrape the idea. Whatever. Is good in the sense that I have sufficient time to slack, as well as to study for next week’s tests and complete my assignments. Currently working on my Content Module stuff. Hopefully, I can finish it by next Saturday, so I can slack for the entire weekend next week.

Well, the club’s building on pretty well, and we can expect a meeting by the end of the month. Still brainstorming for a club name and drawing up a plan to submit to the label company in a bid to make us official, or at the very least acknowledge our presence here. Still waiting for more members to make a nice round number.

Felt a little lackadaisical these few days i.e. I keep misplacing my stuff and doing all sorts of stuff to make myself look stupid. Wondering if age is finally catching up on me.

Dave rules my world

Just caught David Tao on the Friday Night show at 8pm. He promised us, those who love his music, that he would never compromise with others on his music style. Thanks for all that, because we never would ever want you to do that. We treasure your music like we treasure such a musical prodigy like you. Rock on, Dave.

Weekly affairs

Coming to the end of the week, these are just some reflections I’ve done over the events or small minor stuff which happened.

+ Monday: Celicia’s now a happily-married woman, and I’m a happy cousin of hers. Can I have a nephew/niece next?
+ Tuesday: Back to school and *gasps* it’s a new GP module! Got my LAST choice, Family Influx, and *gasps again* the module tutor’s Mr Carl Ng. Looks like I couldn’t run away for good after all.
+ Wednesday: Hated PC, and today just made me hate it even more. Esp. that psycho T**, who treats girls like army boys. I’m dreading this.
+ Thursday: Thursday=slack day. Had free time, so did some of my work. Realised that my work’s piling up again.
+ Friday: I stepped on the bus just in time to realize that shoot, I forgot to bring my math assignment. Great, just the perfect thing to ruin a perfect day. And that started my frantic rush to borrow a lecture book and assignment. Thanks, Rach. People kept asking if I were going for tonight’s Talentime and I was polite enough to say, ‘Oh I’m so sorry I’ve got something on,’ instead of ‘f*** off I have so much f****** work to do so get out of my face!’ Man, I’m so vulgar. Did first aid duty for the first time in JJ. Past experiences no longer mattered, because I was dealing with 2 bunches of hot-blooded males making a mad rush for a dumb nut. Not criticizing the sport, because I used to play touch-rugby, but because the first aid facilities were so ‘fantastic’ I almost fainted. Anyway, today’s match was against NY, and I say our boys put up a good fight. Good job, boys, you all did your best despite all the contact-lens-dropping and sprained ankles and pulled muscles. I worship you all.

And again, my TAOism is acting up again. Felt all of a groggy person without that ol’-so’familiar tune in my head. That guy makes music like no one else does and it brings out so much about life, not just his but ours too, and it basically makes MY world go round. Keep the music coming, Dave.

I can't get you outta my head

Celicia’s wedding last night was pretty ordinary, but she’s my cousin and I love her to bits, though I never show it. Must treat her right okay, Darius, or I’ll chase you down Holland V with a chopper.

Met my grandaunt in the washroom yesterday and the lady asked me stuff ranging from ‘how are you? What are you doing now?’ to ‘so soon it’ll be your turn right? Are you going to invite me?’ What does she expect me to do? Settle down and have a family at 17? Please, I haven’t even settled for a guy and she’s asking me about my marriage? That’s precisely the reason why I hate family gatherings.

I seriously need rehabilitation for TAOism. I’m not the crazy sort who says that ‘I wanna marry David Tao!’ or ‘I love you David!’ For me, it’s ‘I cant get your music out of my mind!’

David Tao showcase 30/4/2005

All I can say about David Tao is that he’s a total ladies’ man. I was lucky enough to catch him at the Expo Hall 1 yesterday for his TGL showcase, along with Fleur and her friend Felicia.

3.00pm- Agreed with Fleur to meet at Jurong East MRT station at 3pm. She brought along good friend Felicia and they were struggling mentally at the CD-RAMA because TGL album is out of stock there. You see, there are many ways to get the tickets, and the easiest and fuss-free method is to buy the album.

3.15pm- The shop assistant replaced the phone back onto the receiver. All branches have ran out of stock. Brilliant. I suggested Sembawang Music, and Fleur accompanied Fel to West Mall to hopefully buy her album. Really hope she buys it. Meanwhile, poor ol’ lonely me sets off for Expo to ‘chop’ a place further up front of the queue.

4.09pm-After spending a full 10 minutes walking from Hall 6, I’ve finally reached Hall 1. The queue looks long, but still okay, perhaps just a hundred ahead of me. The music boomed loud from those closed doors, and a familiar voice accompanied it. Apparently DT was doing a sound check. Now, should I queue?

4.34pm-Received an sms from Fleur. ‘We’re at Redhill’. Damn. The queue’s lengthened by about 7 people now. I think I better queue.

4.57pm-Fleur and Fel finally reached, and Fel’s got her album! Made a mad dash for the toilet at Hall 2.

4.59pm- Came back from the toilet and… hey where’s the queue? Okay they moved the queue outside, out of the air-conditioned comfort of the Expo, and into the open. Thank God we’re still in the queue. Took out my Chinese to do. Did I just spot a photographer snapping me? Weirdo.

5.13pm- Collected the 2 free tickets I won for the Singtel download contest, and I’m giving one to someone called Janice. The thing is, I have no idea who she is. But I decided that if I had to give out the ticket for free, I’ll give it to someone who truly appreciates DT’s music. And I chose Janice. Enjoy the ticket.

6.00pm-Doors open! Fleur ran faster than me after we passed the ticket collector. I’m astounded. Got a good place not too far from the stage, perhaps just 2 to 3 metres from the stage. Thank God.

7.00pm-We want David Tao! Where is he? Thank God I’ve had some training from all that standing during parades in secondary school, because the people around us has started to moan. Besides, I was sure I was sticking out like a sore thumb because I’m 1.67m + 1 inch of Fila slips + standing in front of 2 girls who are shorter than me. Meanwhile, his MVs started flashing on the giant screens besides the stage.

7.30pm- The lights died down, and people started screaming. Is that David? Nah, it’s his opening act, WILD. I have no freak idea why they call themselves that, when they’re 5 girls on instruments, and they call themselves a classical-pop group. Please, EMI, do get them to change their names and pick up some English. The Singlish-speaking people here can ramble stuff which are far more grammatically correct than 5 girls from London. Nothing against them, because I thought they were great performers. Just work on the language and the group name.

7.40pm- David enters with ‘Susan Said’, blowing the crowd away. I became busy grinning to myself (sorry no dirty thought here) and helping Fleur with her cam because I’m, after all, at a great advantage when it comes to taking photos behind the crowd. Then he sang ‘Love Can’, before stopping for a game with the crowd. After that was ‘Who Do You Love’, before he stopped to hand-pick the 3 winners for the unreleased Sony Erricsson phone, which cost about a thousand bucks. He was then supposed to end with ‘Yue Liang Dai Biao Shei De Xin’, but we pressed him for one more song so he (or rather, all of us) sang ‘I Love You’, and it was very sweet. Bye to the black-shirt-and-jeans-and-lipbalm David.

9.00pm-The showcase ending about 10 minutes ago, and we spent the time taking photos of ourselves and all that. Fel and Fleur were totally obsessed with their self-photos so I’d rather snap them than join in.

David was charming and he looked very natural, and most importantly, he has no airs AT ALL. He’s like this nice ol’ friend singing to you and it cheers you up instantly. He’s tall, full of nice smiles, and he never fails to hit those ol’-so-very-high notes. It’s visible that he takes pride of his work and puts all he have into singing and bring out the best to all his audience. Brilliant job, David.

You can't make it, I'm sorry

Just before I complain about the usual bulk of homework I’ve lugged home this week, I just wanna say that this week made me look twice as long at a person’s character before a decide to make a friend out of him or her. I woke up to the cruel fact that even the person you hang out with everyday may not be your best friend after all. A best friend will always be there when friends decide to abandon their position in your heart in the event of a crisis, a difficulty, etc. A best friend will teach you everything you want to know. A best friend will want to cry on your shoulder like you do on theirs. A best friend will tell you what they hate about you and what they like about you. Obviously, many people have failed. But you will always be a great friend, though you may not be the best. You’re not the one. (ps: this is not directed to whoever’s reading this post.)

Felt a little ill today, with all the wheezing, sneezing, choking... I sound like a major epidemic trapped within me.

Too vulgar... Just **** will do

The massacre of my tank of guppies totally brought my entire world down. It’s so depressing to see them die away by the twos and threes, yet do nothing about it. And the ultimate happened this morning: my entire of tank of guppies was wiped out. Yet I can do nothing to voice their grievances on their behalf, because the murderer is in the open and all she does is deny and the world believes her. She emptied half of the bag of fish feed into the tank of 20 teeny tiny guppies and expect them to feed like she does. Listen, bitch. You’ll suffer a worse fate than my poor friends. You’ll pay for it. I’ll get piranhas next.

And to the bastard who broke my heart 2 years ago, you broke my respect for you as a friend. But you’ll never crush my world, because I’m stronger than you, shithead. So go kiss your mum’s ass because you’ll be the last organism I’ll hang out with in the universe. And I’ll never respect you ever again, even as a friend. You lost that.

Speak about being brainless

Back from a hectic day of in-house homework-chiong-ing, sweeping clean of 4 pieces of homework. 4 done, infinity remaining, how pathetic’s that? Anyway, I’m pretty chuffed with the GP essay I rushed out just before midnight yesterday night, so perhaps I might post it up here for everyone’s perusal to check out my faults, as well as to open my essay topic as a discussion thread.

Interesting fact of the day: some dumb (and obviously brainless) people actually have the habit of freezing their batteries in the fridge because they thought that would increase the life of their batteries. Speak of brains…

Driving me nuts

After combating the notorious timetable for 2 weeks, I’m exhausted and spent. I didn’t anticipate this kind of study environment, crammed to the brim with assignments and tests. If this goes on (and it will), I’m going to mutate into a walking corpse, complete with multiple death certificates (in the form of homework) and a burial ground (the school). Bleahz.

At the same time, I’m running out of cash. All my stashed-away cash has been mercilessly sucked away from my safebox, with me being at all helpless. Hello?! Is this an educational institution or some extortion company? It’s like, we’ve got to pay for our notes?! I guess I’m being very penny-pinching, but a typical teenager like me who needs to indulge in magazines, CDs and gadgets can’t just sit around watching my money divide itself and not do anything about it! I’m not complaining that my parents don’t give me enough allowance, because they try their best to pay for my books and stuff which I basically can’t afford, it’s just that those books are priced at ridiculous rates and it’s impossible for students to fork out 15 to 17 bucks from their own pockets for a book. Please, the people at the ministry, do something about it. It’s driving us nuts.

Pondering over stuff

There are just some things in life I’ve been pondering over for the past few hours, and I felt the need to put it down somewhere so that, hopefully, people will ponder over this too.

Firstly, have you ever measured how much love can you give to everyone in the world? That left me dumbfounded for an awkward moment, because I realized that this is something you can actually control and decide on. If I’m not wrong, there’s enough for each individual you know and also for those whom you never get to know all your life but exist in your life. So why bother to hate when there’s so much more you can do with your emotions? Why bother to stay neutral when you can do more than just that for a person? It’s so much like energy, that it cannot be created or destroyed, and can only be converted from one form to another, and it serves the exact purpose of energy. This is just one of the many whirlpools in my head at this point of time, and I’m not your typical hot-blooded teenager who keeps the L word hanging at the corner of my mouth, so you notice I never like to mention that word more than once, partially because someone gave that to me and I treasure it too much.

Secondly, I have the sudden urge these few days to help someone everyday, and I hope that this is something which is highly infectious. It gives me and the helped party the chance to know more about each other, be it good or bad, and I truly treasure the sense of achievement I get from rendering my hand to those who truly need it. I envision myself helping people my age pick up from where they’ve left off and take flight, instead of watching them rot away their only chance to prove themselves to the society. I want to help these people shed the discrimination cast on them by the society and give them something to work their brains at, instead of burning their heads away smoking at the void deck of my flat or out-racing each other on the streets late at night. Please, people, if you think that I’m some moron spitting all over your brightly polished leather shoes, why not put yourselves in the shoes of someone who’s not as fortunate as you?

“If an eye’s for an eye, the world would be blind.”- Ghandi

I caught you... poor thing

I managed a quick glance away from my work and at the amusing scene playing out in the first row of seats. There she was, tugging at his shirt and gesticulating about in front of his face. There he was, trying in obvious vain to escape her hazardous behavior. Her face cringed the moment she noticed that he was making no effort to take in her crap, and her temper flared before he could dodge it. No attempt was made to shield his ears from the blaring annoyance on his left. Amidst the strident screaming, he caught my eye and tried to look as pathetic as possible. I just shrugged and mouthed, “it’s your problem, baby.”

Hey sorry Mel I don’t think I can make it this Saturday, because it’s my cousin’s wedding period from this Saturday to Monday. And probably not the following Saturday too, because I’ll be catching Mr Tao at his showcase. Really sorry. You can slaughter me in any way you like.

OMG I'm going to see David Tao Live!

It was a great pity Mel couldn’t make it yesterday, because we had planned this surprise party earlier for her convenience. Anyway, we bought flowers for Fleur and a card (sorry your big prezzie is with Mel!). And then we went shopping for my top, and was arguing with Fleur on the way there… Haiz, as usual… And I finally bought the Taiwan version of David Tao’s new album, The Great Leap 2005, with the ticket to his exclusive showcase 2 Saturdays later. Presently, I’m searching for someone I know who has that ticket and is keen on going too, so I don’t have to stand alone in the crowd. OMG I can’t believe it I’m going to see David Tao Live!!!!!

Am I pissed or am I pissed

I don’t get the fuss about appointing student councilors. I mean, all they do is get people to throw their own names in and make the people do a vote, and that’s it. I mean, aren’t there some basic qualities that make a councilor? It’s like, we have people who obviously think too highly of themselves, and are appealing for people to vote for them. I’ll say, over my dead body will I do that. Truthfully, I DO want to be a councilor, and I’m not shunning that fact. But all I see for myself will be a life-long commitment to serving the council, and fail all my subjects. It’s like, if I were taking 3 subjects, I would definitely count myself in to this kind of stuff to push myself to the limit. But to jeopardize my studies? Pay me.

And I would like to express my utter displeasure about someone supposedly-respectable, which I can no longer hold back. When I first got to know him, I thought he would probably be the very few people whom I would look up to and give me the drive to do my best at everything. But I was everything but right. Now, we (those people who know him) are being treated like familiar strangers to him, and we all feel quite disappointed about his attitude towards us, except for me. In my eyes, he sucks. Yes, listen up. He sucks, and he will suck until the day he gives some recognition to the people who have spent the first 3 months with him. Yes, I guess that we have faulted in some ways or another, but how can 17-year-olds like us understand what you actually feel, when you do joke with us sometimes , too. We thought, you can be the someone we relate to when we tell others about the enjoyable times I spent with my class in the first 3 months. But now, when people ask about my first 3 months, I say, ‘don’t ever talk about it.’

Last but not least, I salute Aik Leng’s decision to tear up his appeal form. I guess you knew how much we love you.

Selfishness can sometimes be lethal

I have been pia-ing homework for the past few days, so common sense tells you that I have absolutely no time to blog. My day was apparently full for Wednesdays and Thursdays… Sad… Almost got myself killed during PC yesterday, while running under the scorching sun at 10 in the morning. Killer heat. And yes, we had yoga yesterday. It was damn relaxing, especially after a hard day in school, it kept my brain working for extra hours past my bedtime to finish up homework. Except for the fact that we had to endure the stench of feet that had stunk in the previous sessions in the ‘well-lit, ventilated’ room, as well as the feet of the people who are stinking at that very moment. Shame on those schools which do not offer yoga, cuz we do!!!

And people, if you do feel the itch to open your mouths and insult other schools, just as what Mr Ng said, slap yourself, because the wind happened to blow these sort of stuff into my ears and I’m a total expert at catching such stuff. Like the guy at the bus stop at Jurong West street 41 at 4.09pm, I heard EVERYTHING you said about my school. Yes, each and every minute detail of your conversation with the girl sitting next to you. For your kind reference, I’m the girl standing just a few feet from you, feeling all disgusted about your behavior. You’re such a disappointment to the guys. You should just go castrate and be a girl if you like to gossip so much. Watch out.

By the way, my class is in danger of welcoming a violence-prone classmate from another class, all thanks to Aik Leng, because of his insistence on swooping classes with that guy. It became such a big hoo-ha that everyone’s questioning the personality of the new guy. And what is Mr Teo’s analogy for this action of his which is going to cause future terror for the rest of the 23 of us in class? All because of his beloved Lulu. Yes, I know you’re going to defend yourself by saying that you’re not gay and it’s because most of your friends are in the other class. I don’t care, or rather, the class doesn’t give a damn about that reason. But our only reason to keep you is that we’d rather have you in our class than some Godzilla-to-be, although you can be irritating at times. But we do appreciate you and treat you as a friend and we treasure you, and besides, can you ever bear to enjoy yourself at the expense of others? I don’t care if you’re an MCP, or an empty vessel, but noise can sometimes be constructive. So pls do consider carefully. Note: this is not a plea and I am not (ever) going to beg you to stay. The decision is entirely up to you.

Nervous Wreck like me

I actually thought that my cousin’s wedding would be tomorrow. Lolz… I’m such a bad living example of a cousin. Went for lunch at Marché Suntec. I don’t see why people have to always choose that place for gatherings. The food’s expensive, the food is all local stuff, all the stuff can be found right in my fridge, the smoked salmon tasted like salted salmon and the greatest disappointment would be the cheesecake. It’s just not sinful enough to be called a cheesecake. Then I dropped by some other place to get clothes for my cousin’s wedding, and was panicking when I couldn’t find a top to match the skirt (haha perhaps the first time you heard me wear a skirt) I spotted. Then my mum was like, “why are you rushing? You still have a week!” and I was like, “why didn’t you tell me that earlier? Then I won’t have to look like a nervous wreck rushing around the 4-storey building.” Poor me. Anyway, I’ll try and post a photo of my suit because it’ll be quite a break-through, even I myself is looking forward to it.

Studying is never fun

Can anyone believe it? I actually forgot to bring my phone to school twice in 4 days, and some record that is. In both cases, I actually painstakingly brought my phone out to the dining room so that I’ll (hopefully) spot it and bring it to school. Instead, it laid on the dining table from 6.45am to 3.30pm, when I came back. My poor phone.

Homework is piling up, and so is my anxiety. I’m going okay with Chemistry and Math, but as usual my Physics is trying to hang me. Crap.

Homework for today:
1. Chemistry Tutorial 1 Challenging Questions
2. Chemistry Tutorial 2
3. Math Tutorial 6 questions 1-5
4. MTA Compo
5. GP 3 essay questions

Okay that’s it. I surrender. I’ll go study.

Murder!

The school has absolutely no idea how big a tech-phob I am. They just had to make us register for our PC courses, Games, get notes etc from there. It's like, hello, less than 1% of the globe's population knows how to switch on a computer, let alone access stuff and download them and all the shit. And they love to make the system hang, so that we, the pathetic students, would have to crawl to them and beg them to allow us to take this certain sport or course. What a sinister conspiracy...

And my grandma attepted to contemplate murder by placing her slippers stratigically in the middle of the door to my room. And big old fat and clumsy me had to trip over that thang not once, but twice. Luckily, I escaped death both times, suffering nothing but a little yelling from my grandma for kicking her slippers out of place twice. Poor old me.

Ironic as it is, I love Physics

Tuesday has been officially proclaimed (by me, that is) as Be Kind to Physics Day. The simple and logical answer is because I’ve got 4 hours of Physics on Tuesdays. The teachers seem to be hiding the death element in my timetable. Plus, I’m ending around 4pm from Mondays to Thursdays, with the exception of Fridays being the CCA days. Hello?! What’s the use of greeting ‘Thank you teacher’ at the end of each lesson when this is what you get for being exclusively nice to them? And Mr Ng had to pick the right day (which was today) to teach metaphors, similes, personification, analogy and ironies…
Fleur was exceptionally *peed on© today. Perhaps she’s been hit by some mutated paranoia bug, because she was getting herself pissed off every lecture. Some poor sacrificial sheep got scorched by her temper during Physics lecture for kindly requesting her to move down the row, and that poor sheep had to by a classmate we got to know 29 hours ago. Nice move to make your JC life hell. (*peed on= a self-invented word. Since people could say pissed off, I’ll put a nice finishing touch to its cousin. Copyright reserved.)

What a GREAT day

My Sunday was wreaked because of some stupid request to eat pancakes for breakfast, even though we’ve already had pancakes for breakfast yesterday. It’s like, hello, that stupid bitch had no fucking idea on how to mix the pancake flour, how to fry it or how to flip it. And she just fucking stood there like some dumb moron. So my Dad came and pour the stuff into a bowl and I came to add some water and do a little stirring. The stupid bitch had to lose her temper at that instant (because she claimed that we never gave her a chance to do whatever she wanted to do) so I asked her to take over from there. And she diao me. WTF. Then my mum came and yelled at me for all the din and she was like, ‘Don’t cook don’t cook throw away…’ I was like, ‘WTF lorz…’ So either ways I still get myself killed. But I concluded that I should not have a starving match with those goons so I fried up all the pancakes and ate them. Simple. Anyway I haven’t got a lot of time to go against that bunch of nuisance. Like I haven’t got enough… These people just love to make my life hell. I hate that. I told myself that when I’ve had enough, I’ll pack my stuff and stow away to Mel’s house. (You won’t mind, right? You need some company and a free maid anyway.) Welcome to my life.

Long day + long hours = fiery temper

Today was a thoroughly busy day, and I haven’t got time to breathe, let alone take my breakfast lunch and dinner (Yes, at this moment while I’m still typing my stomach is growling and rumbling, ingesting my innards slowly). Had GP for about an hour (on how to slay the GP monster AGAIN), a 1½ hour break, 1 hour of Physics, 2½ hours or dumb talks in the hall, 1¾ hours of Chemistry. My timetable ran all the way to about 4pm, non-stop.

Then halfway during Chemistry, this ACS guy came in and plopped down in the vacant seat beside me, and boy, does he reek of CHOCOLATES! And he was popping Cadbury chocolates through-out the entire lesson and shaking his leg. Crap. I hate this kind of crappy person.
And guess what? Fleur, Zelun, Aik Leng (I’m not even complaining) and I got into the same class. It was such a great coincidence… hope we stick together these 2 years, although I dun really prefer to see Aik Leng’s face 24-7. I can tolerate, I guess.

All this time you were pretending, so much for my happy ending

How shall I start today’s entry? Should I carry on about today’s long and dreary day or point out the fact that hypocrisy exists in the people you least expect them to be?
The school started the mass lecture system today. I remembered when I was in the first intake going for my first day of mass lectures, I messed it up by going for totally irrelevant subject lectures. Ha-ha. The lectures were full of non-subject related stuff, like the composition of marks and all that. Boring day.

Are you a hypocrite? Just a random scribe here, since the last time I babbled on and on about guys and music and no one fully understood the cover story. My recent encounter with one was a bolt from the blue, and though I nursed no ill feelings towards the person, the numb feeling tends to hit the soul hard. Why has it got to be someone so close to me? Why did the person do all those nasty stuff to the people around me? Was it just me, or was the person plain sick? All the questions had so much silence for an answer. Avril sings, “You were all the things I thought I knew…”… Did I not see what the person saw? Well then again, all this can end on a happy note, with me pretending that this decade-old friendship has survived all the stuff and all that, and I will, because I treasure you too much.

Take care, my friend. I will always love you for all your back-stabbing and hypocrisy.

Really missing you

Entertained the 2nd intake for the second day. I guess they’re still pretty fresh to our cheers and dance steps, but trust me people, you’ll love us to bits. Haha.

Kept sticking to Steph and Rach because my OG members are pretty… cold, even to each other. Poor things. Registered for my subjects!!! I’m pretty excited but a little jittery about the subjects I’m going to take (hello 4 subjects mind you) and I’m not really sure if I can cope. But it would be a definite waste if I were to take just 3 subjects, since my results already gave me a passport to take 4 subjects, so why ditch the idea? Many people would die to be in my place, I swear, and I die to be in theirs.

Went to the Mac near West Mall with Steph, Rach, Von, Jin Yuan and friend. Kept making fun of Rach and Charlton (it’s a long story and if I were to run an entry about it I would probably die typing) and Steph being a butch and all. Yi Hao came along later on to join us because he had to come all the way from SP. He’s become scruffier and darker since the last time we saw him. Pretty sad case for him, because I wouldn’t mind such a big crappy joker around to lighten up the atmosphere, but the school is selfish enough not to let him in. And he dressed exactly like a cao ah beng because of his graffiti tee and pretty tight jeans. Looks like working hasn’t made him fashion-wise. Looks like I’m going to miss all this crap and this bunch of crappy people once the work rolls in. Bless you all people.

First day of Orientation 2

Today’s the first admission day for JAE, and I guess tempers more or less flared because of the behavior of the students. Firstly, they had talks all the way from 8 to 12 pm. Totally boring was the schedule, and I was literally sleeping with my eyes wide open. Then they had mass dance (which I have always hated) for I Wanna Hold Your Hand and Rock Around The Clock. I danced with Rach, and we looked so odd together. By this time, we’ve already anticipated a scolding from the teachers because of our behavior. And true enough, we got ushered into the LT and Mr Liao was literally roaring at us, his voice echoing around the hall. Could see that the teachers were pretty upset with us (the first intake) because we weren’t enthusiastic enough and Mr Liao said quite a lot of nasty stuff (he was on the verge of yelling vulgar stuff) about our performance. Yes, I guess no one has really warmed up to the fact that it’s officially the start of school. Just hope that everyone in the first intake can put in their maximum effort tomorrow, ok people? We’ll show the second intake what our JC and our OGLs have instilled in us, as well as our maturity.

05A06 BBQ of the century

The BBQ on Tuesday was pretty fun, besides the part of me getting real pissed over someone. The BBQ was probably the cleanest BBQ I've ever had, and the food tasted great. We kept the fire going on a quarter bag of charcoal until almost 10pm, so this was probably the most cost-saving BBQ. Haha. Played card games, frisbee (that was at 7++pm) and squeeze murderer. Damn fun, although only about half the class turned up.
Credits to: Zahari & girlfriend (who graciously helped to get the food stuff cuz of Halal reasons), Stephanie, Hailin, Rachel, Jennifer (for her entertainment value), Janice (for being a great guest), Shue Jun (for being the woman among the men), Fleur, Mel, Zelun (for refusing to catch my frisbee), Jing Han, Jin Yuan & Yi Hao.
Below are some photos from the BBQ as well as some misc. shots from school.

Wei Zhong's "special noodles" with tissue paper, cut chili, chili sauce, McD's curry sauce & some other unknown ingredients.Yummm... Jin Yuan in the grey-white shirt. Just look at the two lovey-dovey people! What's Yi Hao doing, peeking from behind? Jin Han and Zelun saluting with hotdogs... Jin Han: Stop shoving me!Zelun: Hello?! Like I don't want to catch some sleep? I've been saluting to Tan Kah Kee all night!!!

Stephy with Jenny's Von Dutch trucker cap. I kept calling Steph Jenny and Jenny was a lil' pissed...