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.