Idealism

After several bimbotic posts, I shall revert to something which actually reflects the blog address, haha... And can you people stop scandalising my life! Go laugh at the picture of the hairbrush or tissue paper instead can, =P

Anyways, I wouldn't consider myself a cynic of love and relationships. I do believe that love, relationships and all that shit (see the irony) can happen and does happen. However, what I am critical about is the prediction of relationships and feelings. It seems to me that people tend to idealise relationships (in this case those between couples) and assume that everything will remain that way once everything is fine and dandy. Often enough, it also seems to be the guys who have this mentality. They have this perfect envisionment of the future with their partners whether it be several months or several years away which may however not necessarily be the case all the time. Yes, happy-ever-ending stories can and do happen, but one has to realise the fact that we are constantly being shaped and tweaked by the society we grow up in whether of not this be conscious or sub-consciously.

Man often has this egotistical presumption that we are unimpressionable by our surroundings, but the actual fact is, we are constantly bombarded by things which shape and re-shape our ideals and mould our principles. Even if we Christians were to say that we stand by the Bible, in all honesty, how infallable are we? The point here is that nothing can ever remain the same forever, especially when you talk about human relationships. Why do you think Cheena philosophers often liken our lives to ever-flowing, luohan populated rivers? We are likewise, never constant and in fact, the most fickle creatures on this planet. (Xw's just exceptionally fickle! =P) What you experience in a relationship now may not necessarily be so 5 years or even 5 months down the road. Unlike what we think, we are actually extremely vulnerable creatures who are susceptable to something as small as a newspaper review introducing a new idea into our heads. I've recently come across several people who seem to just copy their current state and paste it in the frame of what they call the future, thinking that yea, we'll get married, have 5 children and a dog (not directed at anyone =) I have to admit, relationships are the most unpredictable things, and sometimes signing your name on that certificate isn't a 100% guarantee of a life-time of happiness, it's a contract, a bond, and some people choose to have no qualms as to breaking them. I wouldn't call this being cynical or critical, I'm simply being realistic and honest. You think you'll definitely marry the person you're with now or whoever it is you'll be with in the future? Not unless you make it happen, because it's easy to just drop everything and go once things change. And being with one for more than 5 years doesn't mean anything either, I've seen plenty of long looong term relationships end just as easily.

Well, it's just what I've been thinking about with all the on-goings around me. Note: AROUND not WITH ok. Have a happy week people!

By the way, look at the size of my CPU! HAHAHA!!

Completion! =)

Thank you dears!! I had lots to say but unfortunately the mood has past and the lousy papers I've had throughout the week doesn't make me any more verbal. So allow the pictures to talk! Allow me first to give credit to the wonderful girls feifei, ping and yee! I have no idea what I'd do without you guys, serious! First and foremost, I know this is an extremely common and over shown photo-donuts from the donut factory (which doesn't seem to function like as a very efficient one considering the constant queues) I mean, why don't you just mass produce with larger ovens? Anyways back to the point, yee can me my sugar mummy! She actually lined up for over an hour to get these for us!! SO damn nice la!!! :D:D ( Her as well as the donuts) My goodness, I wouldn't line up and buy donuts for anyone unless I really really found it worthwhile (meaning you're very very close to me)

Look! Fei and Ping got me my VERY OWN BMW! haha... (substitute of Lamborghini)

Chio right, haha.. I think I make a pretty good toy car photographer :D And look!!

AAEee!!! :D:D My all time favourites

Screams again!

Haha, apart from that, here are some funny things I have, remember our new national symbol of table reserving tissue packets? Here's the ultimate my sister got for me :

And this is printed on the back of a hairbrush!

==>

Hilarious!

Thanks, you guys know me best. ;)

New Computer!!

I couldn't tahan, I had to blog about this, I have a new computer with not one, but TWO swanking processers!! I bet the previous one had half a processor because it was so retardly slow. Retarded in this context is really apt.

It's a Dell Inspiron! The monitor is so big I feel cock-eyed already! And my desktop is damn cool!! Wheee!!!! Yay!!! Gone are the days where I can turn on the computer, cook maggi mee and come back to a blank screen as the internet explorer loads the screen. Now I just click and everything pops up as if it were pre-loaded. Wha.. kinda like instant pre-mix, ^v^ And the speakers just rock! My CPU is the less than half the size of a normal CPU, damn sexy! REally!!!

Yay!! I'm so excited I can barely construct proper sentences now!

And it's Windows vista, meaning that both the hardware and software of this fantastic contraption rocks in all areas! :D

No one can laugh at my computer anymore! muahaha!

Here's a scary thought for you- I actually kinda enjoy Physics exams!
*Blood curdling scream+scary Psycho 'cheng! cheng!' music playing in the background.*

Ok I don't blame you if you didn't fully comprehend and visualise the second statement, it's something so retarded that probably only my sister and I can get it, haha..

Anyways I doubt that I'll be updating for the following weeks, it's a bid to stay glued to the books and not the screen, so much for effort eh, bah.

I feel extremely sian, not emo ok, sian. There's a negative connotation to emo, but just one of laziness in sian. wth am I saying, bleah.. wrote too much for GP already, and will probably still fail as always, what a loser I am.

Yoda: Loser, I am.

I watched King and I on Sunday!! my gosh I've never seen such chiseled abs before. I bet bush could have as many wars as I he wanted if he had abs like those and displayed them at every public speech.

stupid fairy and oily, mass of fluttering oil!! stop defaming me on my tagboard!!

Singapore!

The fireworks yesterday were completely overwhelming and fantastic! All right, I know they were nothing compared to the recent Festival of Fireworks, but to someone who hasn't had a good view of fireworks ever since her primary school days, watching fireworks explode a few hundred metres away(all right maybe more) is way better than seeing them pop pathetically on a TV screen. So what if I was blocked by the roof of the food court or had the lights reflecting off the windows into my face, the view was great and being able to enjoy it in the comfort of the air-conditioned food court just rocked. Somehow the enjoyment level of everything is elevated when you're comfortable and others are standing and squeezing in the heat outside. (muahaha)

However, what really completed the mood of National Day was the sight of Singaporeans gathering in their typical Kiasu fashion, looking awe-struck at every single plane, spark or birdthat appeared in the skyline as if they were aliens. Some may scoff our 'Swaku-ness' and jeer at the uncouth and uncultured behaviour of many, and as much as I do not condone that, it is this blatant honesty and unabashed attitude we all portray that makes everything feel like home.

I love the children who screamed with each pop of the fireworks (even though there wasn't much to scream about)
I love the way we all WAH-ed unglamly with each burst of light.
I love the auntie behind us who kept saying 'hip siong! hip siong!' (take photo! take photo!)
I love the way everyone would shout in excitement point each time there was a slight movement in the sky (which looked pretty amusing!)
I love the way people so shamelessly reserve tables with their puny tissue packets (Some would have seen my tissue packet which says 'Chope' on the front, I'll take a picture next time!)
I love our retardedly absurd lingo, terms like:

I Chope!
Must kiap the paper leh.
Why you kop my fishball!
He's damn imba la! ( I recently discovered it's coined from 'imbalance')

Haha...I love this country!

Poor Dhabs!

I was intending to blog only after I had more free time, but seeing Dhab being so emo, I feel compelled to cheer her up! It's difficult when someone is miles away, even with technology shrinking our world day by day and making the world 'flatter' than it already is. Dhab don't worry ok, (I'm working on my my mum letting me go over for a few days to stay with you!) To a certain extent I hope the market will still be a bit hot so that I can go over on my own *Smiles*. Don't ever lose your happy disposure Dhab because that is what makes you the person everyone wants to have around all the time. Happiness rubs off onto people, and so does your perpetual inaness! :D (lurve that word! heh.) So don't lose your trump ok? Remain as optimistic as ever, as silly and lively and bouncy (fishball) as ever and as great a friend eveR!! You should have left your camera behind for us to take photos with! :P Now we're stuck with ancient ones!!

Argh! tired. macroecons macroecons and more macroecons

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spasm

Emo leh...

Honestly I still don't see how you can't accept things the way they are. It's frustrating and very very draining, so much so that my weekends are always ruined. Everyone makes mistakes because that's how were were made, the difference between us and others is that we know that for a fact and we're supposed to accept others for that particular shortcoming and not condemn or judge them. I'm being very frank to admit that yes, I am annoyed, and that rarely occurs with me. I don't know what to do already la.

The Aftermath

I can't believe that I'm officially 18. Up to before my birthday, being 18 had only been an experience I associated to my sister.(She seems to have stopped growing after that) Time seemed to have stopped when she graduated from JC and started working and studying in the University and I often attribute this to the point that we switched roles once she graduated and I entered upper sec. For those who have seen our interactions, it's often deceiving as to who the older one really is. (haha) But I've never been happier to have her around, I think me passing my recent GP essays are due to 2 people, my sister and siyi. After 6 months of not having an intelligent bimbo (oxymoron) around to talk/discuss issues with, my brain kinda died and I started becoming incapable of sorting out issues or generating points in my essays. Your interactions and daily activities really influence the way and what you write about. GP is like any other subject which requires constant contact and practice unlike what many people think. (This being so especially for the not so GP-inclined people) Unlike people like Siyi who can prattle off complex sentences and intertwined ideas and philosophies even if you were to just wake her up from a year long comatose.

Wait a minute, this entry was supposed to be dedicated to the aftermath of my birthday (As suggested by the title) Oops!! haha.. I'm freaking worried about the A's especially my terrigible and horrigible Engrish.

So back to the point!! I LuRVvEE the bikini *spine-tingling scream!* from you wild cello girls(and 1 guy), A absolutely adore the mug the class girls got for me! (lovingly hand drawn) plus the uber funny and heart-warming efforts of chiobu and fairy-woo to ambush at 7am! I still can't imagine if I had been driven to school instead! haha... You guys are damn sweet la! And of course, the best of all, my one month of peace and quiet from oily, haha...

Right it's time for me to get to school after spending the last 4 hours studying. bleah.. I feel saturated.

Ooo!! And a HUGE thank you to all the sms-ers! Honestly, I never realised how these messages could really make your special day special-er, my heart surged each time my phone vibrated throughout the day. :D I write all your names next time ok, haha.. need to change for school

Here it Comes!!

This is a post to remind you people to note an extremely important date down on your planning devices-

31st July!!!

:D

I was reading last year's post on my wishlist and decided once again to help my friends out on my birthday by making requests on my blog. ( Read July 06 if you haven't an inkling of what's to come). Being the pragmatic me, I've drawn up a list to ease the pain of gift shopping for those who intend to do so for me. (How nice I am) Kidding, I'm just being extremely self-centred and demanding. However I am still feeling similar sentiments to those of 2006, my birthday very well signifies the end of the month and the arrival of another major examination-Prelims. (The horrendous Beast) Plus the fact that being 18 strips you of all invisible rights you have of being an ignorant 'non-adult'. The expectations and requirements are once again raised to a social groove we all have to comply to. Eighteen is just.. OLD.

Anyways, back to my list (muahhaha)

1) Sadly no one got me this last year, a nice bright red Lamborghini!
2) More and more Coffee! Seriously, I'm in dire need of it. ( I want the Coffeebean mix one.) =P
3) If you have spare cash hanging around, a pair of Sony Ericsson earphones would be well appreciated, you know, the roundish ones that are stuffed into your ears
4) A competant secretary for my mum willing to work for a grand a month
5) An Edith Piaf album!!
6) A sugar daddy to bring me to watch Tommy Emmanuel when he comes! (Ok la, I too ugly la)
7) My mp3 player needs a screen protector and a new black case, the one I currently have is disintegrating and I doubt the school cleaners appreciate having me leave black stuff on the floor of the Hub.
8) If you really no money, buy me chicken from teh malay stall in school la, the sambal one :D
9) My gay pink bag is beginning to tear and I need a new one... But attempt to fulfill this request only if you know me and my taste REAL well. ( I slap you if you get me a uber lian bag ah) haha...
10) Ok I realised most of my requests were rather ridiculous, I forsee myself getting a mound of ayam goreng for my 18th birthday now. Hmm... I honestly can't think of anything realistic, uh.. teach me Statistics!!
11) Someone to go for the reverse bungee with me! You know that overpriced rubber band that catapults you through the air?
12) Advice on what computer is best to buy at this point of time because my lau pok computer recently died once again and I'm left using my sister's laptop.

Something has occured to me whilst I write this post, it has no longer become an issue of what material things I want which actually doesn't amount to much, I suppose it's because I have no one to go buy them with me seeing that I see my family for about an hour each day. I feel just like a kid whining and pining for her mummyy..... =(

You're coming back!!! :D:D:D I'm simply beaming with glee!

Bimboness aside, I was staring blankly at my neighbour's (shutian!) comprehension paper the other day during GP class when this sudden random question entered my mind: What makes someone have untidy handwriting? I must admit his paper was pretty messed up, with answers scrawled in all corners of the worksheet, hardly legible to any human. I went on to look at his neighbour's handwriting and noticed quite a stark difference. Well this may be due to the fact that that guy's pretty anal with all his worksheets and is pretty much a neat freak when it comes to anything paper. I decided to embark on my own mental discussion as to why someone can have untidy handwriting, here were some if my thought processes:

Is it because he's slacking? I know my handwriting sucks when I don't give a damn. But then again, he does look rather conscientious as he writes his answers. Nah... he's putting his full effort into it, so it's not a matter of attitude.

So is it the way he holds his pen? I know children's ugly handwriting are often due to the way in which they grasp their pencils. So I looked at his fingers, nope, they didn't look infantile at all.

Is it a matter of hand-eye coordination and balance? Such as the inability to control how high that dash on the 'H' goes or how what angle the tail of the 'g' points off to. All right if that were the case, does it mean people with ugly handwriting are less capable? And it's almost 90% chance that any girl you pick will either have gorgeous and neat handwriting, or regular handwriting that's consistant. (There's this certain regularity about it)So ugly handwriting is a predominately male problem.

So then, I began recalling the handwriting I'd seen from guys of various walks of life, the slackers, the smart ones, the artistic ones. Seeing that those with neat handwriting are rare, I picked them out first and decided whether they were really smart. Hmmm... Let's just put it this way, those with good handwriting turned out to be those which fell into my 'Intelligent' catogery, but some in that catogery had bad handwriting too. Conclusion? Those with good handwriting are intelligent! haha....

I know, I know, utter rubbish. But handwriting really tells a lot about a person, perhaps I shan't do special ed and go study the human nature in handwriting instead!

I stole this from Feifei! It's just absolutely adorable! It's really damn cute! (And bimbotic too!)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=In5uec02E8U

A Tinge of Emo-ness

Weekends are ruined by some things some times, actually most of the time. Shan't elaborate.

Anyways...

With the recent economic property boom, my mum's been as busy as hell. She works almost 17 hour days and rarely comes home before 12. (10's considered early) And so I've spent most of my days sleeping before they (my mum and sis) get back and waking before they do. Considering that previous economic boom was way back in '97 or so and my mum had 3 staff working for her then, I've never really experienced not having my mum around as much. I must say it was pretty traumatic to me initially, you don't just take something away from a girl like that. But after a few months of getting used to, I'm still pretty upset but more or less fine with it. It did, however, cause me to contemplate my ability to study abroad or be miles apart from my mum, would I be able to survive? But then I realised that the issue here is not that she's far away, in fact she's merely 5 MRT stops away. It's the point that she has no time for me. Sure I'd be fine if I were to be miles apart from her as long as she has time to talk to me, but not when she's in the same timezone and not be able to talk to me for long because the freaking agent is calling her.

It's a matter of relativity really, her giving me a 15 minute call when I'm across the globe would be of much more worth then that if she were just minutes away. I'm not angry or upset with her or anything, it just makes me think how easy it is to forget family sometimes, well at least how I do sometimes. But once again, when I place things into perspectives, her bringing us out for dinner just once is heaven in her give schedule, even if it's at 9 when all the restaurants are closing. We go to Thai Express os often, we even got the discount card! (tell me if you wanna go next time, 10% off!)

yay, pon school tmr. :D

30 Odd Days!

I can't believe that I am once again, counting down to some major examination. Alas! 'Tis the sad life of a Singapore student to have her days numbered according to college proficiency tests.

I'm feeling rather brain-drained from all the studying or so we call mugging, hence this shall be a short post.

I met my primary school friend! she stays in the same condo as oily, imagine that! And I reckon she's in the same block as Yanrong, she said there's an ac girl in her block. I miss being a child, or a tween for that matter.

Intriguing Gibberish!

According to Oily, my posts have been rather bimbotic and suited to my new Blog name. Aware of that, I've decided to recount my secondary school Bio days. (All right fine, it isn't exactly the most intellectual topic) I found this situation that occured a couple of days ago mildly amusing in a sadistic way. Allow me to recount:

It was one fine afternoon when I decided to settle my lazy, ill-disciplined, study-allergic self down to the computer to sort out as well as allow that familiar nostalgic feeling to inundate me as I looked through old photographs in my computer. This was done, of course, with the aid of some random music on my playlist. Just as I was listening to The Crysenthemum Tea song, I began browsing through my Secondary school class's photographs. One folder had about 50 pictures of our rat dissection done a couple of years back. All was fine till I came across a recorded video of the ENTIRE rat dissecting proccess done by the instructor and so thoughtfully recorded by our then resident photo/videographer, Ana. Now imagine this: Jay chou in his high semi-falsetto voice singing '

'JU hua can lan de hua...'

Whilst this poor albino rat was having its guts cut on and put on display post mortem. ( I can send you the video if you like). All of a sudden, the song sounded more like this-

'Ju huaaa... *SpUaSCK*'

As little *Stuart's chlorofoam bloated stomach burst out of his skin. Quite farnie right? Time for pictures!*Not for the faint hearted! (bet xw will faint!)

Look at Fei and Aiping lovingly swinging Little Stuart around!

Here's a closer look. This is what I would call the pre-op

Now get ready for this.. This isn't gonna be nice...

Brace yourself!

*SCREAMS!!*

Mingxiu wills sooo kill me if she sees this!

40 Days

It's way too soon for the examinations to be coming, way WAY too soon.

I'm currently burnt and all red/pink, with my nose hurting every time I cringe. Plus the fact that I feel as if I were radiating enough heat from my face to cook an egg. These couple of days have been a good break for me, albeit the mind-fogging issues that float up every once in a while. I'll be frank here, sometimes the weekends can just be such a pain to me. Sometimes I feel as if I've lost my mind, literally. I no longer have a sense of what I'm thinking about, or even what I'm feeling about issues, people or situations. It's as if I've totally lost control of my mind and the way I'm thinking. I doubt it's mental or physical fatigue of any sort because I haven't exactly been doing anything strenuous in particular that's relevent to those. I'm not even sure what I'm talking about, and I'm pretty certain this entire paragraph will make no sense once I reread this later on.

Sheesh, perhaps I really am just tired.

Hartono was great, though I missed most of it. ( But I reckon he's a huge MCP) Jack and rai are going to be doing an acoustic set at the Esplanade at the end of the month! Darned examinations!

Argh.. part 2

Fine, I LURRRRVE the stealer of my wallet to bits. I should find him and give him the rest of my money then.

Argh..

It has come to my attention that I have not lost my wallet, but that it has effectively been stolen! This being because the supposed 'finder' of my wallet has sooo conveniently failed to return or report it to the police or some sort of authority! Now that's stealing!! GRrrrr ... The thought of having some lau uncle or ah soh's hands all over my wallet or cheapskate-ingly using my EZ-link card to travel drives me mad! Inconsiderate asshole! I hope that person chokes on the fishball he(note the assumption) buys with MY money!

"Curses..."

Mojojojo

Lala-ing!

I had a great first day of school! (I don't care whether you asked or not!) Whee!!

Oh yea, this is a little overdue, I won a game of Mahjong last week (fine, fluke la) and here are my tiles! Never bluff, really mine! And the entire drawer of chips are xw's idea of paying me.

According to Darrell's brother, I would have won something like $120,000 had we been playing really seriously. Some exponential thing. Please, I don't even know what half the tiles on my hand are called.

Confusion

I don't understand my SAT score., it's confusing. I can't even calculate my total for that matter. And no it's not because I have too few fingers and toes. Anyways I had an angsty moment yesterday afternoon after lunch, the heat had gotten to me and I was mildly annoyed at I don't know what. For a split second, I was sure I would have kicked anything that got in my path. Hmmm, a bad day, or bad morning/afternoon I guess.

Digression!

We (my mum, sis and I) discovered that my wallet was pretty ironic, Made in China, bought in America, and airmailed to Singapore where it got lost. Haha.. how silly is that!

See I told you I was confused, I can't even decide on a topic to focus on.

Ever had an sms/comment/thing that made your day? I think they're absolutely great. xw+calvin+yuting brightened my very weirdly emoted day. =) It's these little thing that pull you away from the brink of emo-ness, just as you're about to fall into that bottomless waterhole of self-pity and wallow in self-worthlessness. (I know this sounds emo, IT IS NOT OK!)

Anyways, I'm fairly happy with my SAT score, even though I'm not entirely sure what it is, but my sister said it's good, and getting praise from your sister who's Engrish is powderful is empowering in it's own way. (Don' t remind me of GP on Monday, I'm still deciding whether to come for my usual 1pm lesson)

Everything's good. Encore was a hit (to me at least), nobody died in Batam, and SATs weren't screwed. Yay!

I've lost my wallet. I'm surprisingly relatively calm about it. Perhaps it's because there wasn't a substantial amount of cash inside. Apart from my ez link card, acjc card, receipts and like 50 namecards, and oh yes, my door key. Shit.

Near Gone

It's been what everybody's been saying - the holidays are practically over! I wanted to talk about our Batam Build trip whereby the class and I each discovered the banglah/samsui woman/construction worker innate in all of us. Some of my class guys however managed to discover the berry-picker in them they never knew. (It's a long story) However I decided to wait for the pictures to get to me so that I'm able to upload them, so for now, I'll talk about other random things. *yawn*

Yes, that's a paperclip nicely nestled in my hair during one of my study attempts with fei and where I, after much persuasion from her, agreed to use it to clip my hair. The wind was damn annoying la. See what we students do for the sake of studying, I should start a fashion trend in AC! haha... All right, watch out AC, this is gonna be way better than the Sri Nada Barber that comes every term!

Encore!

Apparently some dumbass had shouted 'NOOO!!' when the audience had wonderfully and enthusiastically shouted for an Encore last night. Stupid bugger, hope he falls down and breaks his leg! I think the audience was GREAT and amazing! And the orchestra was swell! Even though my mum did say that the people on stage looked like professional mourners not only because of the black costume but mainly because of our sour faces. The next batch must watch out ok, make sure the the entire orchestra puts on a slight smile (at least) when performing la. Aiyo, some of the J1 erhu'ers faces were so black they looked like they were being lectured by sohkianwee!

The entire performance was wonderful in my perspective because of the people that were in the audience. We were playing to each of our own special groups of friends and family, making it as personal as we could, well at least I was. Sneaking glances at that grinning Aiping and catching my sister's eye as I rolled my eyes at the bunch of noisy moronic mud-daryl's-friends [or junhan's friends I'm not too sure] at the corner. Plus knowing the fact that our poor one-legged Oily(ok not so oily now) had come a hoppin' allll the way from choa chu kang just to support us made it all worthwhile. It would have been perfect if you could have joined in with the triangle on stage, haha... Unlike what I expected, I felt pretty at ease and comfortable on stage because of the people down there. I can safely say that the audience can play an extremely crucial role to any performer. Had I felt that I was being judged or cynically analysed at any point in time during the course of the night, I would have played with a completely different tone an attitude, and would have probably screwed up even more. Btw, I screwed up a lot! And having a veteran cellist behind me didn't make me look any better! But that's not the point and I'm going to do the typical thank-everyone+emo-message thing.

Thanks Feifei!! love the oorhkids! and for shouting my name la, damn malu! Thanks ping for your reassuring smiles throughout! Yee! ( in advance for the eye checkup you're going to give me)Joan and her 'that-one' good choice for the chocolates! so clever! haha..
Nat, Cons and Bert!! Thanks for coming despite my overpriced pang-sai-zua quality tickets! And I love your roses! :D Seeing the church bunch occupying that section was damn cute, it was like church in VCH! haha, I was really happy and honoured to know that these people came to see me pluck strings. =) Mings and the gang!! Thanks for coming and I'm still so sorry I didn't see you guys during the interval! and also for runnig out of vch in such a sweaty, unglam manner, haha... blame the teacher-in-charge la.

Bravo tot he audience!

-

I'm not going to pretend that I'm not pissed with your unprofessionalism. I am and I'm disappointed.

Free from the Tea~!

I admit that I did experience a slight annoyance and disappointment at the conductor's decision to scrap the Chrysenthemum Tea song. I saw it coming as soon as the cello screeched and the bass entered at the wrong time. Don't take me wrongly, it's not as if they were the reason why it flopped, just that they were the start of all of us (ok me) screwing up. Despite the 'damn-wasted-la' feeling, I was soon overwhelmed by a wave of relief and gladness. I can honestly say that even my unfeelingness towards the decision to scrap the song, considering how many hours I spent listening, arranging, writing and stressing over the bloody song, was pretty surprising even to me. The only reason I'd be upset would be because I feel that I've let the other 'hua-hua' members down, because I saw that look in each of their faces. I truly, truly apologise to those who really wanted the song and those who made the effort to set aside time for the piece. And I'm sorry for just sitting there and not attempting to salvage the song in any manner as Sheng told us that we couldn't perform, because part of me wanted the piece to be srapped. Sorry for just letting the matter go just like that, the song has drained me to such an extent that I really didn't want to perform it any more than I did. I truly apologise because I feel that it really is largely my fault for arranging it in a manner so shitty that it was, according to Sheng, near impossible to perform, and for not arranging for more practices (with the bloody locked pianos) before this 'presentation'.

However I did feel sorely misjustified at first, considering that I'd just sat through a freaking loooooong SAT paper and that we were lacking 3 crucial instruments and that we hadn't had warning about this sudden 'audition'. But I told myself, 'Stop making excuses.' Because seriously, I'm sure he can tell whether we can or cannot make it. (But I didn't like the fact that he made it sound as if we were all disillusioned with our playing) Hello, even a deaf person can tell we sucked la.

But I can tell you another thing that's for certain, I'm going to be a way, Way , WAY happier person at least for this week, cos I no longer have that retarded Chrysenthemum Song on auto-replay in my head! [The headaches have disappeared yet again!] I'm going to treat my section like a bunch of princesses for this week!! Yes, sorry for being a shitty SL the last couple of weeks. I owe you guys man!

Happy!!! Even the heat was bearable today! haha... I'm going down EARLY tomorrow to 'choup' the aircon classrooms so that PEOPLE can't say that CELLO SECTION didn't COME ON TIME to get a classroom. whatever shit la.

Choir was surreal. =)

Head ache Away!

I'd been having perpetual headaches the past couple of weeks. Heck, more like ever since SYF season started. These were tension headaches more than anything else, and probably also due to my tendency to clench my teeth whenever I'm stressed. (My money-sucking Prothedontist suggested Botox at 1.2K a jab) I reckon that's the main cause of me waking up with dull aches every morning, it seriously ruins your day and as my mum would say, robs of the quality of life. Unwilling to continually stuff myself with Panadol, and, (according to siyi) kill my nerves, I lived with these aches most of the time till they became part of my head.

Walking about the central area of Singapore yesterday had a surprisingly refreshing effect on me. Despite our scorching, humid weather resulting in my constant squinting and quite sticky skin, I found myself in a rather cheerful mood. My friends (esp my section) would know what the heat normally does to me. Let's just say you wouldn't want to get within a 1-metre radius of me should I be in a non-airconditioned place. It had suddenly dawned upon me that I hadn't done anything for the past few weeks which wasn't related to 1) going to class 2)going home 3)going for CO 4) going for a CO related thing. My freaking mental life involves shuttling between schoolwork and co. I'm ashamed to say my mind's still with work even when I'm in church.

And hence the several hours spent yesterday just bumming around the library and mall were extremely, extremely liberating. I actually found myself free from all headaches for those hours! Yay! I seriously haven't felt so happy in a long time. And this coming from a trip to the National Libray, haha, how sad and deprived is that? :) hey, pool's still on ok!

However the bliss was short-lived and the headache began resurfacing as soon as I stepped into the car and the formidable mound of undone work rose from yonder horizon.

Singapore's development

When my sister left Singapore 5 months ago, all we saw of the Singapore ferris wheel was it's support column. When she returns she'll be welcome by the mammoth on the Bays of Marina. I think the construction workers work damn fast.
This is what I saw in early Feb...

And this is what we had in late April:

Cool right? That's our 'foreign talent' at work. Haha..

screwed

My biological clock's screwed, and I hate having a perpetual headache, maybe that's just the feeling of being alive and schooling in a Singaporean education system whilst arranging a dumb song about Chrysemthemum tea and hence having it replaying in your head 24/7.

Credits to xw's typical rubbish-ness, here's something uber-lame:

You know Fish and Co has Bah Kut Teh? Never knew right.. Allow me to show you the menu-

Haha.. Makes me laugh every time! :)

Refresh

All right people, laugh at my stupidity and cave-like behaviour now.


I've been looking at people's uber outdated posts and comments from April each time I visited their blogs or looked at my tagboard. I discovered then, to my horror, that this sudden inactivity wasn't due to the SYF, NOO... And that NOO... these people had not disappeared from the face of the Earth or mass-boycotted Blogger. This sudden lack of updates, or so it seemed, was merely due to me

not
pressing
'Refresh'



This little fact only came to my attention when my friend told me to read her updated blog, which I found, as usual, was not. And so I adventurously decided to click 'Refresh'



Shit!!

A whole LIST or essays flurried across my eyes as I discovered what I'd been missing all these weeks. haiya.. And yes, I didn't realise that any of you had tagged on my tagboard with all your sweet/funny/lame/encouraging tags till late this evening! when I clicked 'Refresh', yet again!

WOW GENUIS ME!!




So now that that mystery of the disappeared bloggers has been solved, I'd like to make it clear to Mr Pres, I'm not emo! :P I merely didn't see the tags and hence didn;t reply, so if I seemed like I was emo, I wasn't ok, haha... (IMH next week) haha...

I can't possibly reply all the tags on that puny tagboard, so I shall make them here. Spot your own replies. :D

1) I LURVE SUATLING!!
2) The Gold ROCKS
3) Thanks annie dear!! I really can't wait for you to come down!!
4) Chicken your neh la, haha.. thx emo kid
5) FAT MAN MY FOOT, sometimes I'd wish he'd just eat his dizi/sheng/suana
6) Go update your blog calvin, or did I not click refresh enough times? =)



And here's my great section!



I had corn bread in my mouth. hehheh...

Anon

Don't burden yourself with feelings of guilt or unhappiness about what happened, seriously I don't mind and completely understand (at least I think I do). 2 emo people rarely result in either feeling better about the situation or themselves, emo periods are meant to be spent alone wallowing in self pity and what not. It's a human nature thing to want to inflict even more hurt to distract themselves from what'sr really hurting them. And I know what 'marn' means to you, just as how concert means to a lot of us. That's namely why I've stopped asking you to not enter mun, becuse I know full well you will no matter what and there's no changing your mind. All I do is chide you for doing so out of my frustration because of that anal, paranoid i'm-so-powerful woman breathing down my neck about all things 'cello/bass'. Because if one withdraws, so can all the other pissed of people who care more abt academics which currently seems to be happening right now. So ignore all those who tell you withdraw from it because I seriously think it'll help you more than it'll help us. I wouldn't give up something that's going to help my career if it didn't mean saving someone else's life. And it looks like we both have problems with emotions, haha.. Well, you know that IQ is inversely related to Emotions ya? haha...

=|

I hate having to be strong sometimes. I hate being so logical and techinical with my emotions such that I rationalise way before I feel. I hate not being able to breakdown because I neither have the ability nor the right to because I'm supposed to give it all to God no matter what. I feel like I've lost the right to be expressively upset ever since I became a Christian because why the hell should I be crying when I have God's love and grace shining upon me? I'm not being sarcastic, I'm merely stating what goes through my mind whenever I feel upset or see people upset.

Gosh I couldn't even cry if I wanted to. I merely tear. Where's the satisfaction in that?

Stupid malfunctioning tear glands. It sucks being all emo and not being able to let it out. Know what constipation feels like? Yeah it's just like that, only the discomfort's not up your ass.

But our Gold still rocks. =)

GOLD

I've never been more estatic!! I've repeated my sentiments to tonnes of people about us achieving gold already, so I'm extremely lazy to regurgitate everything again.

Haha, can't wait to see those CO clowns strip on stage on monday! They said they would if we got a gold, haha... :D

And I lURVEE our China-teachers!

YAYYYYYY!!!!!!!

We've left our legacy!!

SYF Rush!

According to blogger, this is my 100th post! *Applause!* I shall try and make this a memorable one though I must say that my mind is rather void of ideas or ramblings of sorts as yet. Nevertheless, there's always our all time favourite topic of SYF to talk about!

We've been getting well-needed visits from Barker's current CO conductor who happens to be very closely linked to ACCO. For one, he was once the VP, and his brother who is currently in J1 is in ACCO playing the chinese equivalent of a bass guitar. Never in my life have I seen brothers who are such worlds apart. Lets start superficially, while one has nice tofu-ish skin, the latter has uber tanned, not so silky skin. This, apparently, is due to their difference in dietry preferences. One's vegetarian whilst the other's a hard core meat-lover. One's extremely good with sports and the chapteh whilst the other apparently is unable to ride a bike even. One's extremely EXTREMELY musically talented and seems to have a tuner implated in his head whilst the other is, well, very musically talented as well but simply has a tendency towards angsty punk rock music as opposed to Orchestral music. One is highly eloquent and poised whilst the other is in a perpetual slouch and often begins his sentences with obscenities.

Man I'd like to meet their parents.

High

I've been relatively high considering that our SYF is less than 2 weeks away and AC is typically renowned for it's award winning performing arts CCAs.. All that but the Chinese Orchestra that is. Here's what we've collected as yet:

Drama: Gold with Honours

Indian Dance (first time): Silver

Guitar Club: Gold with Honours

Dance: Gold with Honours.

All that is left is the band, choir, and of course our all time favourite, the Anglo Chinese Chinese Orchestra! We all know what the first two are likely to achieve during the competitions and the inevitable stress falls on us.

However I find myself getting more and more cheerful and, if I dare say, relaxed as the day approaches whilst some around me are beginning to succumb to the stress. CHEER UP EVERYONE!! :D I know you want to slap me now. haha.. I've been finding myself in awfully positive moods as well, a plate of chicken rice from the Malay stall made me so hyper on Thursday that I got so tired from smling and chewing on ayam concurrently. (the chicken is damn good ok!) I haven't felt like murdering anyone all week (ok besides that one occasion with my dad) but even that was quickly forgotten/forgiven.

Yay.. Happieee. Don't spoil my mood or you'll be in deep sh-.... crap.

:D

omg, I just saw AC's 2005 SYF Dance performance, the song is damn old and retro! We looked soooo gay! But I'm proud they got an honours this round. =)

If I were to remain angry at my dad everytime he pissed us off, I'd be dead from high blood pressure by now.

Funny how you can love one parent so much and detest the other so much.

:D!!!

:D

Haha, all the funny tags, you guys rock man, haha... Anyways all's been pretty well, I'm no emo kid ok! =) Anyways, my mum removed another gall stone, it's one freaking cm!!!

She already had her gall bladder removed last year because it had literally become a sack of stones. (she always hopes they'll find diamonds one day) However she's got an infection now and needs to warded for a longer period of time. But she's as lively as ever, I think she's causing chaos in the hospital! She told me yesterday of how she 'escaped' from the hospital in her pyjamas with her friend who had come to visit and gone back to the office to do some work. I think making a working woman sit down and do nothing but stone is pure torture! She's been bathing as often as she can, treating the ward's linen cupboard as if it were the chambermaid's trolley of toiletries and buying all the drinks from the vending machine. She's been literally taking 'drink orders' from some of her ward mates, haha... There was this one lady who's eyes lit up when she saw my mum's milo, and a lot of these people don't really bring in cash, but my mum enjoys it, at least she's not sitting down and rotting! I think pretty soon she'll be ordering Canadian 2-for-1 in!

This morning she told me how her hand almost exploded because they hadn't inserted the drip needle into her vein and she began illustrating an image of her squirting juice at everyone in the ward, hahaa... She's damn positive about everything, people poke wrong also can make fun, haha.. =D Unlike some who would probably on the line with their attourny right now sueing sgh for malpractice/mal-poking.

I wanted to put up a picture of gallstones for educational purposes but found the ones on Google a little disturbingly grotesque. So if you're curious and have want to see stones, go google it yourself. Or if you like, I can bring my mom's bottle of stones! yes, she keeps them in a bottle in the office, haha.. yes I know the thought of that is pretty sick, but they literally are black stones.

All righti then, time for our FANTASTIC rehearsal at Singapore Conference Hall.

MY BLAZER STINKS LIKE CRAZY!!!! ARGH!!

I need someone to help me reformat computer because, yes, I admit, I'm a total idiot when it comes to anything more than Microsoft Word manipulation.

My mummy got admitted into the hospital. =(

My parents are really aging fast and I hate feeling so helpless just because I'm stuck in the Education system. They're closing in on 60 which is probably the age of some of your grandparents. Already my dad's gone slightly senile, deaf and batty and his diabetes isn't making it any easier. My mum's pretty fit for her age, but as you see, age still takes it's toll, especially when you're stressed 24/7, can't sit down for proper meals and have secretaries who are at constant cold wars. As I sat in my mum's office desk last night eating dapao-ed sapofun with my parents and the secretary, I really regretted ponning school and not doing my 'duty'as a student. My mum couldn't even take 5 consecutive mouthfuls of rice without stopping to answer calls. Gosh even the secretary was stressed! See, don't be a lawyer, doesn't pay. Stick to civil service where meal times are fixed and if you're lucky, you get to buy Mee Pok Gan for 50 cents in a primary school canteen.

Haha... yay PE tomorrow!!

And I don't want to pay 30 freaking bucks for a pair of ugly cream pants which I'm not going to wear after SYF!!!

Bliss!

As you can see, my computer's back again! I must say it's a real pleasant ending for my horrible week, especially since I was sent for DC twice and had (ridiculous) BRILLIANT audtitions by the CO whereby I produced notes and tones I never knew existed on the cello and at amazingly obscure rhythms. Whoo!, well done me! Anyways that isn't bothering me much.

=) I've had such a nice week because of all the wonderful people tagging, ( I feel so loved!!) Awww.... Haha, excuse the bimbo outbreak. Anyways, thanks guys, really. Not really in my nature to express my gratitude, but I shall give all of you an honourable mention on this post. ^v^- My dear kuku(s) feifei & aiping, yee, anli, xiangwei, the chiobu, siyi and even the abominable oily/toothpick. But darrell if you tag anymore rubbish I shall expose to the world the picture of you and Mr Jack Neo! But yes, you guys have made my week despite having to deal with several atrocious teachers, killer assignments and the immense pressure of cello crash-practices.

But now I can't get to my email, which is the MOST important thing right now!!! Ah!!!!

Emotional Constipation

According to the computer man, the computer's so badly crashed that even the keyboard blew! Apparently a HUGE power surge went through mycomputer, so much so that he asked whether my house had been recently struck by lightning. Hence, here I am all the way in Outram using my mum's rather prehistoric computer with super sucky internet connections to catch up with me emails and what not. I reckon I'll have to stay with her in the office till late as she stays to finish her work.. Hello KFC delivery.

I've been feeling rather neglected off late, emotionally drained from my attempts to understand all the chaotic, semi-dissolved relationships around me. Plus the fact that my mum's been swarmed with work ever since the end of last year( makes me hate law even more) and leaving her no choice but to abandon her darling daughter home alone most days of the week. The crashing of the Computer doesn't help one bit, it removed the other form of human interaction I thrived on - emails and MSN. Thank foodness the phone lines weren't cut off too, I reckon I'd hjave probably started talking to the cat downstairs out of desperation. It has suddenly dawned upon me how reliant I am on the Internet with regards to my social well-being. My monologues on the blog give me a sense that someone's listening even if there isn't. I don't care how disillusioned I am as long as I'm comforted and not end up talking to Mr Kitty Cat downstairs. And my frequent emails to my sister across the globe are things which I truly look forward to each week, the highlights of my day, really miss her. =(

Which comes to my next train of thought of furthering my education. To my misfortune, the one course that I am keen to take (Special Education) is non-existant in Singapore unless you're looking at a miserable diploma from NYP. Do I have the financial and mental capability to spend few years in another country? My sister has been gone for a mere few months and already I'm terrified of some of the experiences she goes through. It's a saddening thought, being in a foreign land without your friends and family.

My computer is down because somebody jinxed it. =P

Study!!!

Haha, in view of all the mad mugging going around for the next few days, my considerate friend forwarded this hilarious mail that we can all make use of should we forgo mugging and decide to write crap during exams. This seems to be an extremely viable option for us Physics students when even understanding the question is a problem as terms you've never seen before are thrown into sentences with grammatical structures you never knew existed either.

I particularly like this one!

I must say his art's pretty good.

And let's not forget our poor Bio students, I'm sure memorising stuff about miniscule organisms you can hardly see may seem senseless and futile at times.

I know it's blur, it's some question on determinig the sex of cats, I think you can guess for yourself what the answer was!
And for our Math-haters!! I'm sure you've seen some of them before:

I really really like this one!! haha...

Not forgetting this classic.

I posted the Chemistry one in November 2006, look at the archives if you want to see that one, it's hilarious as well, haha...

Okay poor servents of the education system, continue mugging!!

Those were the days!

Here's a real good e-mail chio yanwen forwarded to me, I think it's really damn funny recalling these things:

Fond memories For those who born in the 70s and 80s.
1. You grew up watching He-man, MASK, Transformers, Silver Hawk and Mickey Mouse. Not to forget, Ninja turtles, My Little Pony and Smurfs too.

2. You grew up brushing your teeth with a mug in Primary school during recess time. You will squat by a drain with all your classmates beside you, and brush your teeth with a coloured mug.The teachers said you must brush each side 10 times too.

3. You know what SBC stands for.

4. You pay 40 cents for Chocolate or Strawberry MILK every week in class.

5. You watch a very popular Malay dubbed Japanese drama on RTM1 about schoolgirls who possess powerful skills in volleyball called Meoro Attack.

6. You find your friends with pagers and handphone cool in Secondary school.

7. SBS buses used to be non-airconditioned. The bus seats are madeof wood and the cushion is red. The big red bell gives a loud BEEP! when pressed. There are colourful tickets for TIBS buses. The conductor will check for tickets by using a machine which punches a hole in the ticket.

8. Envelopes given to us to donate to Sharity Elephant every Children's Day.

9. You've probably read Young Generation magazine.You know who's Vinny the little vampire and Acai the constable.

10. You were there when they first introduced MRT here. You went for the first ride with your parents and you would kneel on the seat to see the scenery.

11. Movie tickets used to cost only $3.50. (What the!@?)

12. Gals are fascinated by Strawberry Short Cake and Barbie Dolls and Polly Pocket used to fit in your pocket.

13. You learn to laugh like The Count in Sesame Street.

14. You longed to buy tibits called Kaka (20 cents per pack), and Ding Dang (50 cents per box), that had a toy in it and it changes every week not forgetting the 15 cents animal crackers and the ring pop, where the lollipop is the diamond on the ring.

15. You watched TV2 (also known as Channel 10) cartoons because Channel 5 never had enough cartoons for you.

16. Hardy Boys, Nancy Drew, The Three Investigators, Famous Five and Secret Seven are probably the thickest story books you ever thought you have read. Even Sweet Valley High and Malory Towers.

17. KFC used to be a high class restaurant that serve food in plates and let you use metal forks and knives.

18. The most vulgar thing you said was asshole and stupid idiot and THE MOST EXTREME WAS 'super white'...you just couldn't bring yourself to say the hokkien relative.

19. Catching was the IN thing and twist as the magic word.

20. Your English workbooks was made of some damn poor quality paper that was smooth and yellow. PETS still existed and you'd spend USSR or Contact Time on Wednesdays looking for the squirrel/rat/rabbit on every double page.

21. CDIS were your bestfriend (Mrs Chan our principal used to host those documentaries!)

22. The only computer lessons in school involved funny pixellised characters in 16 colours walking about trying to teach you maths.

23. Waterbottles were slinged around your neck and a must everywhere you go.

24. Boys loved to play soccer with small plastic balls in the basketball court.

25. Teng-teng, five stones, chapteh, hentam bola and zero point were all the rage with the girls and boys too...

26. Science was fun with the balsam and the angsana being themost important plants of our lives, guppies and swordtail being the most important fish.

27. Who can forget Ahmad, Bala, Sumei and John, eternalized in our minds from the textbooks. Even Mr Wally & Mr. Yakki. What abt Miss Lala??? And Zaki and Tini in Malay Textbooks Chinese exercise book squares were HUGE!

28. We carry out experiments of our own to get yourself badges for being a Young Zoologist/Botanist .

29. Every Children's day and National day you either get pins or pens with 'Happy Children's Day 1993' or dumb files with 'Happy National Day 1994'.

30. In Primary six you had to play buddy for the younger kids like big sister and brother.

31. We wear BM2000, BATA, or Pallas shoes.

32. Your form teacher taught you Maths, Science and English.

33. The worksheets were made of brown rough paper of poor quality

34. You went to school in slippers and a raincoat when it rained, and you find a dry spot in the school to sit down, dry your feet, and wear your dry and warm socks and shoes.

35. School dismissal time was normally around 1 pm.

36. There would be spelling tests and mental sums to do almost everyday.

37. Your friends considered you lucky and rich if your parents gave you $3 or more for pocket money everyday.

38. You see Wee Kim Wee's face in the school hall.

39. You freak out when the teacher tells you to line up according to height and hold hands with the corresponding boy or girl

40. Boys like to catch fighting spiders.

41. Collecting and battling erasers was a pastime for boys.

42. Autograph books were loaded with "BestWishes", "Forget Me Not", and small poems like "Bird fly high, hard to catch.Friend like you, hard to forget".

43. Class monitors and prefects loved to say "You talk somemore, I write your name ah!"

44. There were at least 40 people in one class.

45. Large, colourful schoolbags were carried.

46. You brought every single book to school, even though there was one thing called the timetable.

47. The first line of defence was, 'But Teacher he make me first!' or 'He say me one!' or 'Eee.. you complain queen/king'.

Don't you think this is all damn cool?

Kaya

I miss jamming, it's so darn fun when people randomly play stuff and end up syncronising with each other to produce some nice sounding crap. It's a good way to get you high, though vocalists are extremely important if you want to experience the full effects of jamming. But the most enjoyable part of jamming is the spontaneity it involves with comming up with riffs and suitable grooves.

=(

The band always says we want to and will jam but never do because we take time off to catch up with lost conversations during the week. And with the clashes in schedules, we never seem to have our key players around to jam. Plus the fact that there's no one singing, so dumb la.

Haiya, lonely guit. I hate what school has done to us.

Jam!! Kaya!! Toast!!!

Colour blind

You know what? Males can only see 2% of all the colours in the world. Can you imagine what the percentile is for the colourblind? Haha, all right it's not as bad as it sounds because all of humanity can only see that 2%. Don't ask me how they came up with that seemingly baseless piece of statistics.

Sometimes I think I'm colourblind too. I'm constantly bickering with Nat and Cons over whether the keyboard cable is purple or blue. I've been insisting that it's purple for 4 years now and that's not about to change. But it's damn funny because I really see it as purple and I'm not about to accept the fact that I'm colourblind. Isn't coulourblindness merely a difference in perception? This shade to me falls under my catogary of purple because colours, after all, is one huge gradient from black, the absence of colour, to white, mixture of all. (How can no colour become colour? haha... stupid philo shit.) So I may want to say that this is purplish blue whilst you insist on it being bluish purple. (Now there is a difference in those 2 colours)

And I find it pretty amazing how Nippon and Dulux/Dulex/whatever are able to come up with Shades of White. off-white, pearly-white, snow white, seven dwarves, White is white la! Then we should have shades of black then, charcoal-black, opal-black, jack black, ok I'm becoming lame and incoherent here. Oops.

New Thingi!

I managed to put something new on my blog!! It took me pretty long to get the songs up so appreciate them! Tell me if it works ok? Double click the arrows next of the songs, it works, =)

Okay I'm talking to my sister on Skype now!!! so happy

Sleepy

Here'er some videos of how we students look like when we doze off during lecture, onyl we're a thousand times uglier, sloppier and droolier.

Funny video 1
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a8evrYMYMvo&NR

Funnier video 2
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QOhvG3hVG44&NR

When Loke begins to talk, this is what happens.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QOhvG3hVG44&NR

And I think this is how yanwen is like when she sleeps during lecture!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SzVCjF32T5Q

Here's what you do if you get punished
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PUjVWgBSViw&mode=related&search=

Blinded

I'm physically blinded because my glasses had an unfortunate fall to the ceramic toilet floor a few days ago, trust me, they're TERRIBLY missed. I'm currently using my inability to see to stop studying. It's not helping anyone unfortunately.

AND... I've taken this blinding opportunity to sleep for unbelievable hours! I slept for more than 12 hours yesterday! My body has never been capable of such stunts even if I deprive myself of sleep for a 2 nights. It sinmply goes against my body's principal of indulgence in sleep, haha...

I think I'm beginning to suffer the ill effects of prolonged stress. When people ask me of my threshold of stress, I find myself unable ot answer them directly because I'm unsure of whether I've realyl experienced stress of if I've never even experienced it. Is brushing stress off considered as handling it? Or does taking it on full force and thinking about stuff 24/7 without freaking out only qualify me as a good tahan-er of stress?

I woke up once last week in the middle of the night simply because my mind was swarming with issues. class cip, cca issues, physics formulas, you name it. It was thoroughly unpleasant and I woke up simply with that sick feeling in my stomach. I wanted so much to punch something/ stay up and study but I knew I'd suffer the next day and hence decided to prolong my sleep for another 2 hours before waking up to study at 4. Maybe that's why it's taking a toll on me. However Iam completely unable to pull myself away form the tele at night to study, that's why I've resorted to sleeping at 10 and waking at 4. At least that's a alittle more stability as conpared to sleeping past 12. sleeping at ten gives your body the impression that you're sleeping early (which by fact you are) and I feel it makes me feel happier (Perhaps I'm merely psychoing myself)

I need to go study despite my blindness.

Roses and Noses

The title has no meaning, it just rhymes. haha.. But here's one by the really dynamic and ever-comical Mr Woolhead (I think) from my school.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet,
And so are you.

But the roses are wilted,
The violets are dead.
The sugar bowl is empty,
And so is your head.

HAHA!! I couldn't help but crack up when I heard it during the morning announcements a couple of weeks back. One thing I'll always appreciate about AC is the abundance of eloquent, witty, sarcastic and dynamic teachers from the Language/Arts department amidst the less-blessed collegues from the Science/Maths department.

Main point. LAst year, I spent my Valentine's Day with Feifei in an office entering the entire phone directory of civil servents for $6.50/hr. This year seems to be no better as I'll be spending it on the school stage rehearsing a stoopid song about a rusty bell and the reflection of the moonlight. How enticing is that? Argh. Hey, we'll even be having the school's chicken rice to sweeten the deal! Ugh

Oh! Should my prince save me from the evil clutches of the double bass and chinese orchestra-ing on that day! Well, at least it beats typing things like
limkohpee@mcys.gov.sg
or
subasupersubrabananium@mcys.gov.sg

Don't click on any of them ok.. they are for illustration and are purely fictional. Any similar cases in real life are purely coincidences. =)

Mixture

I'm officially allergic to my study table! My eyes get watery and my nose decides to go on a sneezing frenzy each time I sit down at my table, perhaps it isn't my table but what's on it that I'm allergic to-Homework!

That aside and the fact that I have completed a negative amount of homework this week, I've been spending 5 out of my 7 day week in school doing stuff related to my CCA. And that includes a freaking Saturday. (Who says everyone kia cheng hu, ACCO clearly isn't) I'm not exactly feeling the strain as yet, but trust me, I know it'll hit me sooner or later. (Possibly real soon when the darn Tests start) Add to the fact that my attention span has seemed to deteriorated to that of the length of the radius of a fullstop, it's no wonder why I'm swarmed with mounds of work. This doesn't include the stupid CIP rubbish I need to settle for the class. Oh, we're going to IMH and Batam for CIP! How exotic is that? Bet you don't see THAT everyday in a Graduating Cert!

As the JC1s near the moment of truth on Monday/Friday/Whateverday, it reminds me so much of last year and how my time was spent in SA. As much as I hate to admit it, SA is way darn fun-ner than AC. For crying out loud we have to go to school in the morning of our Cross country!!! Cross Country leh!! Why can't they just give us a freaking half day?? As if the Physics lectures will enlighten us a whole lot more than us running 5km. Gosh... What a rigid school sometimes.

Honestly, I miss the first couple of months I spent, I felt so high and mighty that I must have been intoxicated long-term. And I miss eating prata and talking to my chicken rice eating Indian friends, we seem to be void of any for of minorities in AC. Oh except for mixed-bloods.

I miss roaming around the tennis court when my brain got too swelled with information that I couldn't produce any coherent piece of writing.

I miss wearing that awful polka-dotted skirt to school and watching the various antics of people.

I miss being able to follow lectures and finishing tutorials way before lectures began (This, sadly, only occured for a selected few chapters of Chemistry)

I miss wearing my fiendishly mismatched coloured shoes to school.

I miss PEs where things weren't done in mass and I didn't dread going for.

I miss choosing to go to the library independantly during my breaks, sitting down with whatever shit material without a care and without any obligations to anyone. I must say the library was my most common hang-out place with my friends, haha... (What friends? I hear you ask)

But I'm here now, one year older, a lot more aged(due to stress) and a lot more mellow and stressed. No, I'm not stressed, just... passive.
Oh well. But Valentine's day is coming! I've ordered a super overpriced flower for my SA friend! She's really stressed up, a flower would do her good. (sorry ping and shiyun if you're reading this! If I were to send you a rose each, they'd be worth 4 plates of chicken rice in my school!) But it's really cool, this inter-college flower delivery service thing. If only my school didn't jack up the price of the flowers to like 250%.

My mouse has suddenly died on me for no apparent reason and I have hence resorted to pressing the 'tab' button aimlessly and hopelessly, stupid technology.

Swing

This is my first time I've experienced such a large mood swing, or a mood swing for that matter. Normally my swings are rather gentle and low in velocity. This time, BAM! It just hit and I decided to pon my Physics lecture to come home. I was pretty cheerful and enthusiastic this morning, I mean, how dead can you be after 10 hours of sleep? Yes, I slept for 10 hours from 7pm to 5am. (Be jealous!) I lost it somewhere between my break and Econs Lecture. Perhaps it's due to the fact that my bloody contact lens refused to focus (AGAIN) or to the fact that the lecturer was 20 minutes late, or because I wanted to pee but was too lazy to move from the lecture theatre to do so, or something my friend said that pissed me off. Crux of the matter is, I hate being unable to control emotions. Heck, I hating losing control of anything.

I'm not a control freak, a control freak is someone who
1)Likes control
2) Has it most of the time

But I only have one quality, I'm always out of control of myself. especially when it comes to work. Maybe I have a higher standard for the level of control I want.

I hat ebeing a perfectionist sometimes, stresses you up.

~Spiders~

What to you is the most fascinating creation on Earth? An array of choices are presented to us. Humans especially, present a tempting choice. I however, find spiders to be highly intriguing. Seeing that these little critters are often 'invading' our space and building their homes like nobody's business, I've had plenty of encounters with these guys over the past few years. From the sadisctic killing of spiders to keeping them as temporary pets, I've always been surprised one way or another on each occasion.

The Killing

My friend, once being very irritated by a spider, decided to use a rather creative way of killing it. She used a piece of sticky tape and conveniently attached the spider to the floor. As we girls were still in shock and disgust, we took a look at the carcass only to find that in the process of being squashed, about a hundred million (ok not so much la) eggs were squeezed out of the spider as well as toothpaste would have been. That was my first time actually seeing minute spider eggs. Talk about caviar.

The Observation

After several dinners at the dining table (which was rare), it came to my attention that our little aracnid friend had made his home right above us. I spent about half an hour craing my neck to see the fella rebuild his nest. It's damn cool! (why else would I stay there for half an hour) IT taught me something, spiders truly are a breed of perfectionists! I think that spider built his web at least 3 times. After completing his web each time, the dissatisfied spider retraced his steps, collecting his excreted silk along the way and rolling it into a ball of white fluff until finally returning to the centre and conviniently releasing the fluff onto our dinner table. Damn cool.. I think watching a spider spin its web is one of the most interesting things. IT's a true display of foresight, planning and architechtural skills. It's something I'll show my kids next time.

Baby sitting One

The first time I kept a spider, I kept it for 4 days. It didn't die, I jsut got tired of catching idiotic ants for it. But here's the interesting thing that happened: One Day 2, my little spider (I think I named it Mimi) moulted! In case you ignorant people don't know what that is, it means it shed its skin. The only other time I had seen this was on a documentary. Imagine the shock when I saw another 'spider' hanging on the web! Bet you guys have never seen a spider skin! Haha!

Baby sitting 2

This tim e my spider didn't moult despite me keeping it for an equally long period. Instead, Fifi( i think) turned out to be an impregnated spider! she laid this HUGE pile of eggs and surrounded them with a soft, thick comfy layer of webbing. And then she sat over them like a king on a throne. Once again, I'd only seen this happen on a documentary. It's really cool to have all these things happen in your own little Brands bottle! But I never saw them hatch, I had no patience and was afraid she'd die on me. I hate it when things die.

Of course I've kept several other spiders for shorter terms too, but these guys were boring. I normally don't keep jumping/fighting spiders, too fast for me. I like the weird exotic looking ones, or fat ones. haha...


Don't you think they're cool??

Hilarious!

All right! My internet's all nice and working! And I realised how much free advertising I've been doing for Nathan Hartono, man, I should be charging! (See it's not me who has paedophilic tendencies!) But anyways, this week has been one hellofa rush! (And it's all thanks to you Cons!)

Anyways, my tagboard's not the only chaotic place in my life right now. MY mouth is a WARZONE. For one, I've had 4 premolars extracted within the apst 2 weeks of which 2 I think are getting infected. This meaning that it hurts like crap and makes me feel realllyy cranky. So don't mind if I snap at you . Secondly, as if sensing the loss of fellow brethren, my upper wisdom tooth has decided to come out and pay it's condolences. And as if disturbing his other grieving molar brothers isn't enough, this idiot has caused my gum to partially detach itself from the other par tof my mouth. It's pretty hard and gross to imagine, but here's the gist of it-It basically feels/looks like a fleshy toilet seat cover. It's extremely disturbing, sore and troublesome and I simply can't wait to remove it. My mum's analogy of it is a foreskin (go check the dictionary if you're clueless) that needs circumcision. SEe, it's not my fault I tend to be uh... crappy some times!

Hence, with a permenant headache and an inability to eat what I want to eat, I anticipate myself to be rather moody and whiney next week. I'll try as hard not to be the latter. I hate whiney people. So try not to irritate me please!! =) Instead, please refer to the previous post to source ways of making me happy! =) Like get Nathan (first name basis!) to serenade to me.. hahha...

I wanted to add photos but am temporarily unable to. Unfortunately I have to keep this short too because I have TONNES of undone homework to finish before tomorrow. :( Love ya people!

Being Happy

This is the first time I find myself having nothing to write. But I shall sit here and force myself to come up with something since I know my FANS request it. heheh.. It's not often that Cons visits my blog, so I shall have to continue enticing her with my wonderful, insightful entries.

I was thinking of what to write about in school today, simply because I didn't want my entry to be another chronological update of my life. Honestly, I think that's not exactly very captivating but as dull as my Physics teacher. (Simply because I get pretty bored reading about other people's daily activities and rants) I know your blog is supposed to be about you, but I prefer using my brain to do the talking instead of my heart(emotions) or my activities.

What horribly written paragraphs, my apologies for I was listening to a rather distracting song.

So let's get down to the crux of the matter-Being happy is good! Now don't you think joy and contentment are such beautiful things? I personally prefer the latter. They actually pretty much come hand in hand. You can't be content without being happy, that unless you wish to be upset and emo. It's so nice when something makes your day, or makes you smile. See! Even seeing the word

Smile

Puts a smile on your face!

:D

Here are somethings that make me smile in school or when I'm having a cranky day. I hate being upset, it makes me moody and nasty to the people around me, turning me into and unpleasant biatch.

1. Understanding/Learning something from my Physics lecture/tutorial.

2. Satisfying a craving that I have during lunch.

3. Talking to a chirpy person.

4. Catching a glimpse of a cute guy.

5. Eating fried rice! The most economical meal in my school!

6. Using a super clean, dry and unused toilet.

7. Having an exceptionally good hair day.

8. Feeling comfortable and just bonding with my class.

9. Being able to spout useful, intellectual jargon during GP

10. Seeing a considerate/gentlemanly/helpful/nice student help our a fellow mate or teacher or whatever. It's nice to see humanity.

So there's a short list taht I could come up with. Things that made me unhappy unavoidably raced through my mind as I was typing this of course and I realised how much easier it was to make me upset than to make me happy. I suppose it's human and we all have insatiable wants.

Try making your own list, and try and make it go past 10. Gives you a brighter (or dimmer)outlook to school life.

Ups and Downs of being back to school

Being back to school has been thoroughly refreshing. It wasn't as bad as I expected and I was surprisingly able to keep up with lectures and tutorials.(meaning that for once I wasn't stoning half the time) It felt good to be brain-fed. Anyways, it was fun looking at the JC1s undergoing Orientation and all the prep talks, everyone says the same thing - It's all way too fast.

Here's a few interesting facts as yet. There are a couple of actors in this batch of freshies! (So exciting!) For one, we have that Chinese actor from I not stupid (Shawn sth) and I just spotted in our ACsian theatre today, that other guy from ABC DJ (the recent failure local comedy) I have no idea what's his name, all I know is that he rocks at acting stupid/retarded.

Sadly Nathan Hartono is still in Barker (darn!) but my friend's mum is his teacher! (he got caught playing with blu-tack in class and fell off his chair!)

MY class... has been rushing around most of the time, I haven't gotten much of a chance to speak to some people lately. But I wan soooo glad to see Mings after so long. Life was really dull when she was gone sitting for supplementary papers.

The food seems yuckier this year.

My timetable rocks and I get to WALK home everyday!! YAY!

And here's a GREAT link, damn cute!!
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=8922875251875301807

And my sister's gone.... :(

I'm beginning to not really enjoy CCA, there's so much... detest and hatred around. It affects me really badly.

=(

My sister's gone and I miss her terribly. =(

Thanksgiving

I've been looking at people's blogs and realised that I haven't been giving some people due credit for being such impacts in my life. They didn't necessarily cause very huge impacts in my life, but they definitely mean a lot to me. So here's my tribute to them. (Excuse the lousy writing, I'm currently multitasking. And if you know me well you know that I don't exactly do it very well.) So here's the first on the list.
Ta-Da! These 2 angels in my life have really made it wonderful. The thing about close friends is that you think about them most of the time. I've known these sisters for quite a large portion of my life, hence they're names would often pop up in my conversations as often as I talk about my family. (which is also pretty often) I've practically grown up with these girls, and am thoroughly grateful for it. Encouragement, support, little spats here and there, they all contribute to our growth and development. Shan't give too long a describtion here, people want to read about them selves too you know, haha.. =) Love you girls and I love every minute spent with you guys. =)

NExt up...

(You wanted a change mehmeh!!)! Now I'll go on about them individually. Annie was like a comet that crashed into my life. =) This BIMBO has educated me in more ways than one. On being an airhead (HAHA), Jazz(the love of her life), she even made me realise what great friends I had and taught me to be grateful for all the backstabbing I never went through. One of the most affectionate friends I have, the silly dummy is halfway across the world but still bothers to tag my pathetic blog and conduct one-way video conferences. (Narcissist you!) :) LOve you dear!

I once reviewed 4-5 smses that Aiping had sent me. And ALL of them either had HAHAHAs or CHUIWERNs or OEIs. ALl in CAPs mind you, you see the most ah-soh side of this girl through her text messages. But I must say that it definitely conveys the true feelings of the sender immediately! I can always envision her expression whenever I read her messages! And she's ALWAYS boosting my ego la! She's so encouraging, she can make pond scum feel like superman!

And I definitely didn't forget my Feifei. She's one that's really REALLY close to me. Someone whom I can let go and talk crap with for hours. One where I really really feel comfortable with (I like her soft arms!!) :D She's really like a second sister to me, (basically someone besides my sister who sees/hears me behave like a complete IDIOT) But her blog ah, tsk tsk.. so wordy! Haha.... Okay feifei, we're embracing singlehood with pride!

Cute right, I do for her one. Haha, That's my sister for those who don't know and I think she'd kill me if she saw this. But after she entered hostel and spent 5 days a week away from me, I began to miss her. And even after she's been spending most of her time around me the last few weeks, I still enjoy every moment of silliness and bimboticness she exuberates. She's someone who can make a kid feel like a genius, but hey, don't be so quick to think she's jsut a dumb uh.. black, her cap scores in uni for the past sems have been above 4 ok. IT's upon 5, so essentially, that's like getting an 80% for your overall results. And Uni's no easy thing! Her being around adds soo much life to the listless one I already own. If not I'd be studying all the time.(as if) Finally! Someone who has a shorter attention span than me !

And of course there are those whom I choose not to post pictures of just in case they strongly object. Yee,and Dhab have been the ones dropping occasional tags that tell me that my blog has visitors. (This is really encouraging) And JOan, haha... Iwas reading her birthday card to me when we were in Sec 2, IT was HILARIOUS!! But she's always been the one writing funny letters and cards to me in her illegible cursive handwriting . I quote,' All the best in your studies except for English and Maths and Science and Geography and History and Lit!' that's Joan for you! haha...

Not to forget Anli and Mings! who are so every supportive and encouraging! MY future study buddies! (because we ARE going to sit down and MUG) I love you girls!

Skipping Christmas

It's seems like ages since I've touched a keyboard and visited my blog. I know it has been dead for a rather long time. My computer has died so many times it's a wonder it's still alive, and moving from a three to two-room flat is no easy task, trust me. Especially when you have 4-5 people in the house which is actually really rare for my family. Our maximum is normally 3-4 and our average is 2.5. (Average mah...) Anyways, since my grandma's down for a couple of months, it's going to be one interesting Christmas and New Year. However my sister will be gone for the next 6 months 2 weeks from now, so I guess it wouldn't be that bad.

As you can guess, all the hassle, trauma and fatigue from the nomad-like transitions have inevitably caused me to completely lose the feeling and mood that normally automatically comes with Christmas. Man I don't even feel like caroling on Saturday. I simply feel exhausted from all the moving, packing, sneezing, sweating...

The frustrating and tiresome thing is not the strenuity of it all, but knowing the fact that you won't be able to return to a comfortable home/haven to rest your sore feet. It feels like you're living in a dusty motel long-term, period. Having to home to return to truly is sad and I've just learnt that.

Anyways, one thing that makes this fuzzy place any home-like is the fact that I've stenciled our livingroom with pretty Maple leaves! Yay, they simply look gorgeous.

So to stop digressing and transforming this into verbal diarrhoea, I shall cut straight to my point - I feel like skipping Christmas.

But since I've gotten most of my gifts, the final but most difficult stage is next. Cards. Letters. The sincere stuff. + MASS GIFTS! Darn!