Bow Down 2 ME

thoughts...

2009-11-20T13:43:00.007+08:00

One of my favourite dresses ever. Its Dior, Fall Couture 2007. two years ago, but i still remember it heehee

anyways, im home now, super jetlagged but its nice having the whole house to myself. Hahahh the five of us in the family are in four different countries now :S

To-do:

Work on EE
Math port

And of course, acff :)
-Send 2 dresses for tailoring
-Get the pants tailored
-Send one dress for alteration (tricia so slim yo)

When it comes to acff, I just don't know. Im super super excited and happy cuz having a fashion show has always always been my dream but at the same time I'm really really scared. The first two dresses were a disappointment, i think I shouldve chosen better materials, and the tailoring was awful. But i re-did one of them, its looking really gorgeous now i think. The black chiffon and blue velvet one is the love

Gah, I need to learn how to sew instead of sending everything to tailors, cuz then whatever image I have in mind can be directly translated to the dress.

One thing I learnt was that when you give the dress for tailoring, it'll never turn out exactly how you want it to. Another thing I learnt was that material and cut are THE MOST IMPORTANT things when designing. The third thing I learnt was that you always have to be confident about what you've designed/created (and believe me im working on that one).

But the most important thing I've realised? Is that there's nothing else I'd rather be doing.

Wah so dramatic :)
Ravioli

how's it going?

2009-11-11T13:03:00.004+08:00

Ford: You should prepare yourself for the jump into hyperspace, it's unpleasantly like being drunk.
Arthur: What's so unpleasant about being drunk?
Ford: Just ask a glass of water...

I dunno why I decided to blog again. I'm not particularly angry or happy or upset or anything. The last time I blogged was just before founder's day MGS 2009, I promised a update full of all the fun I thought we'd have. Well, the founder's day service was just like any other MG chapel (snoozefest) and 4e did what we would have done on any other monday @ mgs: sleep. Half the class fell asleep and I swear some people were snoring.

Anyway that was 4 months ago, time to move on.

Finishing up TOK, I'm dead for EE though. My tutor hates me and I dont blame her, not that I'm to blame either i think.
School's been fun, fun, fun. Whatever some people (I) may say about acs, you'll never be bored, atleast not with 5.8 kings, we're retarded. I do love the class <3

Or as tricia will say, R'TARDED, BYTCH.

4e class party soon, tomorrow. Hope i finish EE by then.

I'm excited for ACFF, im designing a collection did you know? I hope everything turns out fine, I'm quite paranoid about the clothes i realised haha. But I have my awesome family <3<3>

Sigh looking at the male models, i shouldve designed some guys clothes. Heehee. But Leo said I should focus on women's clothing, I think he realised my ulterior motives :o

That was a joke, im not that horny I swear :/

Anyway, bye. yeah :)

SHIT IVE CHANGED SO MUCH I SHALL SAY GOODBYE LIKE I WANT TO AND NOT CARE ABOUT PEOPLES OPINIONS OKAY?

i think only sulyn and jermaine will understand this, but:

flabajaba, celery, cous cous the moose, moose moose the banana....

bitches.

I used to have feelings.

2009-08-12T00:18:00.005+08:00

Okay i was just deleting lots of my smses right, cuz my phones getting choked up again, and i saw this from tricia. It was like super long ago when we were studying for midyears but whatevs.

Me: Tricia, where are yall? oh and what are u wearing btw?
Tricia: Library. I'm wearing orientation funky clothes su is wearing drab uniform. Hehe be groovy like moi.
Me: Whats sulyn wearing? I told her i was coming at 9 but its 11 now heehee.. I think i pissed it off...
Tricia: Hehehe gd job! It ran away. Hahaha, It's ok i woke up late too It was vv pissed.

'It' wasnt amused. Heheheh.

So how has life been? Same old, same old. I guess.

Haha tricia and sulyn you guys are awesome. I am just MORE AWESOME than you. but only by a little bit dont worry ahahaha

I love long weekends. It always = go out somewhere faboo + sleepover + watch gay movies

Went Ion. It SUCKED BALLS. Really did. Not the place to go unless you're with your mom (and she's with her gazillion credit cards haha) I shall keep that in mind the next time I go there, no?
Tricia bought a cute skirt though.
Had lunch at the teppanyaki place which was yummy. I'm dragging my sister there sometime soon, Diya you'll thank me :)
Erm... walked around a bit then ended up at the starbucks there and camwhored. My life has become so meaningless :(

Then went sulyn's house and fell asleep on her floor. I FELT LIKE SUCH AN IDIOT OKAY. Atleast i woke up before those two took unglam shots of me ahaha.

Went Clarke Quay, it was fabulous. Had dinner at the satay club there. NO it is not a club its a restaurant. We are good girls :) Heehee. Atleast, me and Tricia are. When Sulyn gets drunk, she takes her wig off and starts doing the mambo. Wooo!

Had the turkish ice cream there after sitting by the steps and talking.... and camwhoring. I think we need to cut down the camwhoring a little. But who can blame us for appreciating the artistic aspects of photography? Yeah...

Anyway, chocolate buffet at fullerton for our next girls' night out yes? Yesyes.

OMG I have nothing funny to blog about.

I'm trying to be nice. Yes its started again. The highly unsuccessful 'Stop being a moron' movement which I had in sec 2 has started again.

Me: I'm trying to be nice, Amrit. You gotta help me okay?
Amrit: (eye roll) That's never gonna happen...
Me: It will okay, IT WILL. I just gotta keep trying and- OMG LOOK ITS ESTHER LETS SET FIRE TO HER HAIR MWAHAHAHAHAHAAHA.
Amrit: ...... haha okay!

Yeah that failed.

I miss Amrit suddenly :S I believe a long-overdue phone call is needed. I just need to get the guts to pick up the phone. I still remember the number you know?

Anyway back to my Be Nice Movement. I'd love to say that ACS guys are much more helpful than MG girls when in comes to inspiring me to become a better person but... both are really really unhelpful actually.

Me: Hey Tim, I'm trying to be nice!
Tim Chua: You are?
Me: Yeah and-
Tim Chua: Try harder.

Me: Omg when YCF walks into the room, it would be really funny if someone threw a shoe at her and blah blah blah (some crap idea) blah blah blah...
Shi Xuan: That's not nice... BAD POOJA!

ps: if anyone sees this and decides to start calling me pooja, I. WILL. KILL. YOU.

And ofcourse for every small insignficant thing i did, Palmer would randomly say it was mean or something. But its okay. I have the strength in me to carry on.... I will survive. Climb every mountain and all that shit. Jia you :)

On a totally different note,

"The Dance"

"Looking back on the memory of
The dance we shared 'neath the stars above
For a moment all the world was right
How could I have known that you'd ever say goodbye

And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end, the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
But I'd have had to miss the dance

Holding you I held everything
For a moment, wasn't I a king
But if I'd only known how the king would fall
Hey who's to say, you know I might have changed it all

And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
But I'd have had to miss the dance

Yes my life is better left to chance
I could have missed the pain but I'd have had to miss the dance."
-Tony Arata

I am so depressed by the way. My hair straightener stopped working. I didnt realise how much my life depended on it until I had to go to school today WITHOUT STRAIGHTENING MY FRINGE OMG and I was so insecure the whole day with shitty hair. Urgh. And apparently, blow-drying it straight doesn't work anymore either for some reason. I don't know whether I should rebond it? People say I'm overeacting but I. am. not. Should I just shave my head bald? Wear a cap? Jump off a cliff? I need advice :(

Anyway, I got mom to bring my baby to the Philips center for repair, so I could go back to having straight, manageable hair in about a week. It would be the longest week of my life, but its okay. Life is hard. And we constantly are faced with challenges, but learning to overcome them is what brings us ahead in life. Quote: Tough times don't last but tough people do! Yeah, and one day I know that this dark period in my life will be over. One day, my hair will be straight again.....

Oh, someone called me superficial today. Erm, WTH where did that even come from?

But mom hasn't dropped it off for repairs yet. Because today we found out that ________'s cancer has relapsed and he only has about 3 months left to live. The doctors said that there's no point in trying anymore medication. Funny, I was worrying about a hair straightener when my friends now have to worry about their dad.
And you know the worst thing? I'd love to say that finding out about the cancer put me in my place and I stopped worrying about my hair. But I still await with bated breath the day I get the damn hair straightener back. Ofcourse I'm worried and upset for _________, more than I could ever express here, but theres that ~~teeny tiny~~ part of my brain in which the effing hair straightener still lurks.
And that realisation makes me think Be Nice Movement be damned, you can't change if you're rotten inside.

Peace.

Weird Street Sign

2009-07-22T20:52:00.004+08:00

Apparently "one of the most photographed street signs in Manhattan."
..... Well I can see why :D HAHAHAHA.

We should have more stuff like this in singapore, no? Enough with jalan kampong, lorong bukit kaki, tien po drive or whatever.

My tears've gone cold, I'm wondering why...

2009-07-21T15:27:00.004+08:00

Took a green form and came home early today. I'm super depressed and I don;t know why. Exam results were out today, but I did much better than I expected myself to, so it can't be for that. Shit. the most fucked up thing is i dont know why im upset. and usually i know that talking to sulyn will cheer me up but this time i know that it wont. not that its anything to do with sulyn, its just me. i can't watch gossip girl or antm or project runway cuz none of them are on air now. project runway 6 starts next month though. aargh.

am i tired, bored or depressed? i don't know actually. anyway, the utter lethargy i felt being in school was just too much. that, combined with a bitch of a headache. perfect excuse to get home early. parents are overseas, they wont know hehehehehh.

why is it that talking to you always makes me sad?

anyway, my itouch got confiscated today. bummer. it wasn't my fault, but they all say that right?
i miss my music.
so i fished out my old mp3. atleast i won;t be completely alone till august.

on a totally, totally, different note, GO STUFF YOUR MOOBS UP YOUR ASS, FUCKER.
aaaah, i feel so much better now.

i tried talking to banjo and bowser about my problems, but they just glared at me cuz i hadnt switched the aircon on. when i did, they fell asleep. when i woke them up, they ran out of the room to go bark at the postman. my dogs hate me :(

anyway. i was thinking of skipping the OCS thing tomorrow, but apparently we have to give an mc if we dont come to school? argh. anyway, opportunity to camwhore i guess :))

Fridayfridayfridayfridayfriday FOUNDER'S DAY OMFG.
SO LOOKING FORWARD TO IT.

referring to the above post right, i told you my blog would become some emo haven. but on friday you can expect a very long detailed mg-era post about all the crazy shit that happened (i hope) on founder's day.

4E, I miss you <33

Through it all.

2009-07-04T20:19:00.006+08:00

So. I've started blogging again. I don't know why I suddenly decided to. maybe im bored with maths. and i've given up on art.

Sooo.. went out with Sulyn to get tricia's birthday present yesterday. Had lunch at sakae wheelock, then went to our shop. Which we've never bought anything from. But we did find Tricia's birthday present- french rubber stamps that look like tampons.

Just kidding. If we gave her that she'd split my lip with her purse again :D

Anyway, Sulyn and me decided to really really focus on getting her a present instead of bumming around orchard, so we went across to lido and watched transformers. Sorry tricielle seowette. We'll get you a present next year. :)

Transformers.
Was the Megan Fox opening scene really necessary?

Seriously, couldnt they just show her reading a book or smth?
Oh well. now I know why half the guys in our school are in love with her or smth.

Me: [watching the movie with anticipation, wondering whether sam will live or die. Megan fox, chest heaving, is clutching sam's inert body, tears rolling down her cheeks]
Sulyn: Why is she SO FRIGGIN PERFECT?
Everyone: Shhhhhh....

Me: omg, megan fox is so hot!
Su-lyn: You mean Mitchell. Mitchell Fox.
Me: You know, she's not actually a guy and-
Su-lyn: She is.

I know not to mess with sulyn when she has 'the look' on her face. That 'mole' in my eye? Its actually her plunging a toothpick in my eye the day she got angry cause I laughed too much at something in sec 3. And now cause I've told the world the truth, she's going to "rip me apart limb by limb and use my corpse as birdfeed"- her words, not mine. :)
Just kidding. Sulickles <333>

Then went to the Cricket Club with the family for dinner. We had a great time, talking about our lives, listening to each other and really bonding.

Not.
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Its so weird not being to blog about school. The last time I did- and i really didnt know you cant blog about acs okay- some year 6 came after me on my tagboard. Poor traumatised me. Scared, alone, terrified....

Yeah okay, anyway, I'm sooo looking forward to MGS Founders' Day. I think I'll write a reunion chapter of Chronicles, i miss writing crap about 4e so much.

I can just imagine it.

Mrs Tee peered around a corner, terrified. The Founder's Day service was starting in an hour. She ran from one pillar to the next in the concourse, trying to make it to her car before anyone from 4e saw her. Her entire existence, at this point of time, revolved around escaping from MGS as fast as possible, and making it back to the glorious safety of her home.
Suddenly, a rock whizzed past her head.
"Oh no, I missed!" said Deanna sadly, looking genuinely upset that she had failed to murder her former form teacher. "Rock."
Okay Janice, Mrs Tee told herself, you fight them and you take. them. down.
She wheeled around on her Louboutin heels, clutching her two Gucci and three Prada handbags. Her YSL Volcano Tote slipped out of her grasp, but she managed to catch and balance it on her right foot, its crackled gold leather the same colour as her nails. She retied her Hermes scarf arounf her neck and glared ~~down~~ up at Deanna and the few other retards before her.
Suddenly, the smell of stale Vodka hit her hard. "Oh no," mumbled Mrs Tee, her resolve to fight already weakening. "She's still alive..."
"WHASSSHUP BITCHES, DID YOU MISS ME??" Shreyanka staggered into her former school clutching a bottle of absolut vodka in one hand. "HEY FRIENDS!" she chirped as she skipped towards the rest of her classmates, tripping over her own feet on the way...
"Hey Yanka," said Amanda Soo, her voice booming from the sky. Everyone looked up, but Amanda's face was barely visible, obscured by some low-lying clouds.
"GO YANKA!" screeched Lydia supportively. "Hahahaha.. I'm not a prefect, I'm not a prefect.." she sang to herself, glorying in the sheer freedom of being able to destroy the school now, like she had always wanted to do.
Cassandra glared at her old enemy, the Bio Queen. Finals were in FOUR MONTHS, but nobody was studying yet. She opened her bio textbook (she doesn't take Bio anymore, but she has to keep on par with Lydia right?.... Right. Oh, btw, Lydia doesn't take it either but whatever.)
Ding stood there, observing the scene with a look of quiet content on her face. She was, ofcourse, eating something. Xing Yi was looking at the sky, Jin Yee was reading a manga, Evan was yelling at someone, Xianwen was looking dazed, Hilary was squeaking and gossiping with Yuxi, Lauren was advancing upon Mrs. Tee, her sharp nails raised, Nat was screaming for no reason, Nicole was smiling for no reason as well, oh 4e, it was good to be back :)

Okay, Im getting carried away but I think I'll write another one for Founder's.

Aaaargh its so sad that i cant blog about ycf and all the funny shit that goes on every week. My blog will become some emo haven.

Hahahh Sulyn just called, she found what sounds like a really nice present for tricielle. To show my gratitude, i shall post her favourite song!

Dear Sulyn,

celery,
Rivali

Sentosa!

2009-01-26T12:09:00.005+08:00

Sentosa!

Went to Sentosa with (in reverse alphabetical order) Xing Yi, Xin Yi, Lydia, Jin Yee, Deanna and Cassandra last Thursday. I just don't get how people can be so retarded. Seriously.

HEW XING YI WORE A BIKINI!
HEW XING YI WORE A BIKINI!
HEW XING YI WORE A BIKINI!

Jin Yee did too, but Sotong? I was so surprised! But they both looked fabulous :D

Deanna decided that she was too lazy to exert energy and actually keep her head above the water, so she inflated an NTUC plastic bag and used it as some sort of float. But you know people who can't swim aren't allowed too far into the water right (even though Deanna can)?

From Deanna's blog:
*Dee happily paddles towards the island ^_^*
Siloso Beach's Loudhailer: THE LADY WITH THE FLOATING AID PLEASE STAY NEAR SHORE!
Me: O.O" *frantically falls sideways and into the water, bag deflates*

Poor, poor deanna. I guess this is the price you pay for utter laziness :)
ps: I didn't know NTUC plastic bags were known as 'flotation devices.'

This is another picture where we can all laugh at Deanna. All together now: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
You see, we were supposed to put our feet out of the water as the pic was taken. Evidently, Lydia and I didn't bother. Xing Yi pushed Deanna into the water with her left arm accidently, submerging Deanna and causing her to inhale seawater. Hahaha. Apparently, while Deanna was 'drowning' Xing Yi was to busy pinching her nose to help her, and Lydia and I seemed more preoccupied with smiling for the camera.

Deanna: And you were pinching your nose to stop the seawater from coming in WHILE I WAS CHOKING!!!
Xing Yi: Oh. [laughs]

Lets laugh at Deanna again. One, two, three: HAHAHAHAHA.

Ding, Jin Yee and Cass.

Seriously, Ding and Jin yee kept camwhoring while we were at sea. Hahaha. Cassandra brought a couple of test tubes along and started doing some weird experiment, while muttering "I'm the Chem Queen! I'm the chem Queen!" Lydia was seen glaring at her reproachfully while lamenting her own stupidity for not bringing a sheep's heart along to disect. Lydia then turned around and looked at us with a maniacal glint in her eye, saying "Humans... sheep.. who cares?" We started running when she advanced upon us, holding a pen knife. But Cassandra saved the day by pouring a vat full of hydrochloric acid on Lydia. You rock Cassandra!

"Hi, I'm great, I'm Lydia!"
-Lydia, before she was dissolved by Cassandra.

I wanted to photoshop Lydia into a bikini, but that computer isn;t working :( Don't worry, Lydia, there's always a next time! :D

Deanna spent half the day looking cute! (Amanda Soo, you will stop laughing sarcastically NOW)

Jin Yee: aww, Deanna, you look so cute!
Deanna: *looks pleased with herself*

Other quotes!

Me: Hey, we're all Lit girls!
Lydia: Oh, shut it!

Lydia takes MEP.

And I think this was the funniest part of the trip-
Jin Yee: (lying around on the sand) Ding, can you help me put sunblock on my back?
Ding: Okay! [scoops up a handful of wet sand from the sea and starts dumping in on Jin Yee's back]
Jin Yee: Hey! What are you- stop it!
Ding: [keeps spreading the sand around]

And a few minutes later, I heard Ding arguing with Jin Yee, "But sand blocks the sun, what..."
HAHAHA, everyone's so retarded :)

Oh, And I read Deanna's blog and couldn't stop laughing! Haha, these are some quotes she posted...

*It is 12 plus and the sun makes your blood boil*
Me: I feel like stripping naked man. *jokingly*
Jin Yee: Strip la! (sounds serious)

*Jin Yee walks out of the washroom in her bikini*
Lydia: Whoa... (And still continues to look)
(Someone): Lydia, please remain female.
Lydia: Wha...?! What! Ahahaha!

*Under Pavillion talking*
Lydia: Eh, you guys free anytime next week, let's have an outing like this again.
Rivali: I have Reunion Dinner.

*On way home to mrt*
Lydia: Dee, dont be sad that you didnt get a tan.
Me: Orh.
Lydia: (Tries to comfort me) You know, *compares her skin colour to mine* I feel that you've grown blacker, not tanner. BLACKER. Get it?
Me: (heart bleeds EVEN MORE inside)

I'm sorry, but I don't get what Lydia was saying for the last quote. And Deanna, 'Orh' is not an appropriate response when someone is trying to comfort you. Sigh. I don't understand why people want to get tanned okay. While Deanna was lying around on the beach trying to get darker, I was hiding behind the rocks to stop the sun from getting to my skin. I tan so easily :(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((( I still have a tan from the Sec 2 camp. And since both my parents are pretty fair, I look like a golliwog when I walk next to them.

Speaking of golliwogs, I spent half my time keeping my head above the water to stop the seawater from getting to my hair, and it DIDN'T WORK. My hair got wet anyway and its frizzing like mad :( And not the 'frizzy?-let's-put-conditioner-and-make-it-go-away' type. Its more of a 'Haha-Rivali-I-hate-you-and-I'm-going-to-stick-out-from-your-head-in-all-directions-so-you-can-look-like-a-freak-in-your-new-school' type. And I can't use my straightener because it'll make the hair lose moisture and make it worse. Le sigh.

Speaking of new school, I won't miss you guys. Because we'll remain in touch. Almost all of us are either in the same school or across the road. :DD

French + Hair Extensions + MGS!!

2009-01-19T23:34:00.004+08:00

Hello!
Omg, i haven't updated properly for so long, I think I forgot how to blog. Anyway, I shall try.

Today's french lesson was funny. Shreyanka didn't even know we had one today.

Su-lyn: [calling Shreyanka] Hello? Where are you?? Huh? Yes, we're having french lesson now! We're all here.. WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME?? Okay, fine, speak to Pierre (our teacher) then! [passes the phone to him]
Pierre: (in a fake happy voive) BONJOUR!!! Ca va? (mumbles for a while) Eh, I don't speak english!...
[passes the phone back to Su-lyn]
Su-lyn: Hello? Yanka? SHE HUNG UP!

It wasn't a good time to be sitting next to su-lyn, take it from me.

Pierre: (in french, to Su-lyn) So, where did you go this weekend? Disco? Nightclub?
Tricia: Yeah, she did! HAHAHA..
Su-lyn: But-
Pierre: Where? St. James?
Su-lyn: No, I-
Rivali: Yes, su-lyn loves going there!
Su-lyn: No, I-
Tricia: [keeps laughing]
Pierre: So, where did you go?
Su-lyn: (in a small, terrified voice) I went to church...

Yanka hadn't reached yet. If she had, the moment he mentioned 'nightclub' three pairs of eyes would have immediately swivelled towards her.

Btw, Tricia, Su-lyn and Me got pink and blue hair extensions. Hahaha. Check facebook for photos later. Yanka didn't because she had already dyed her hair and gotten extensions. I mean, its just one streak and not that obvious, but my parents.....

Mum: What's that in your hair?
Me: Oh, do you like it?
Mum: No.
Dad: I think its nice!
Mum: [Gives him a 'I'll-deal-with-you-later' look]

And now, whenever she talks to me, it seems like she's talking to the extensions, cuz she can't take her eyes off the 'horror'.

Me: And then I was like blah blah blah blah...
Mum: (gritting her teeth) I love your hair!
[grabs a normal lock of my hair and tries to cover the pink streak with it]

Sigh.
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So.
My sister's just packed her bag for tomorrow.
I miss MGS!
I miss the people there :(

My sister's form teacher is Ms. Or. Hahaha.

Mum: And then, before the CCA talk, I met your form teacher and-
Me: I know what she said! [starts imitating Ms Or's way of speaking and overexaggerating the whole thing]
Aditi: Shut up.

And what makes it worse is that Aditi's having so much fun. She takes Art, History and Lit elective, and her teachers are Mr. Ong, Mr. Seow and Catherine Choo. Talk about skipping to school as fast as she can!

Update: I just read _____'s blog about the SBC-mainstream gap. Er if you know that what you say "isn't really going to help the SBC-Mainstream gap very much" then don't blog about it.

Oh, maybe Yanka was right, we left at the right time.

Anyway,
celery.

Whoops, forgot to put in this random quote.

Me and Meera: [walking past a 'The Haunting of Molly Hartley' or whatever poster at lido]
Meera: Ohmygawsh, Xianwen and Nat are such idiots! You know what they did when they walked past this poster? They-
Me: Omg! Chace Crawford! He's acting in the movie! Omg! He's so hot!
Meera: [keeps quiet]
Me: Sorry, what were you saying?
Meera: (in a controlled voice, gritting her teeth) I was just going to complain to you about what Nat and Xianwen did, but then you went and did exactly that.
Me: ...
Meera: They ran up to the poster and started like camwhoring with him! Like for a gazillion hours!
Me: Lets do that!
Meera: [ignores me]

ps: look at the line in red. Meera KEPT QUIET. She actually KEPT QUIET. Like, not talking! (Somewhere in the world, a line of people freeze in absolute shock, then keel over and die.)

The O-level Results Post

2009-01-14T16:59:00.004+08:00

So, after a month-long hiatus, being pestered by Deanna 'blog-police-woman' Heng, and everything, I'm back :D (looks around in confusion as people start running for cover)

Anyway.

4 points.
6a1s.

I'm content. A1 for Lit! ~~Screw everything else.~~

Surprisingly, I got A2s for Bio and Chem which I thought were my good subjects.

Surprisingly (this time its sarcastic) I got a B3 for Bengali. Boohoo. I thought it was rather amusing but my Bengali teacher didn't. Between jumping into a pit full of poisonous vipers and having to face her again ("You got 8 A's but a BEEEEEE for BEEENGALI??") I'd choose the vipers. Actually, I didn't understand what she was saying (which is the norm) at first because she was using really really big words,but my mum was on hand to write down the translation to English for me. Thank goodness my mum is ~~supportive~~ tolerant of my extreme love for Bengali.

Anyway.

I was really scared as I saw people getting their results (my index number is towards the back) and some were crying or laughing or screaming or immediately going home. When I sat down in front of Mrs. Tee and laoshi, I was trembling. Like, in a moment, my whole life could change and all, right? Then laoshi said something in Chinese, so I thought that she was saying 'gone' or 'poor thing' so I started trembling even more. Then Mrs. Tee was like 'Rivaleeee....' and moved her pen down the page with excruciating slowness. My mind was totally blank. Then she looked up and smiled. And told me my points. After that, I was kind of in a daze.

Anyway.

Went for the ACJC open house yesterday. It seemed fun, saw a lot of our seniors and batchmates. The Lit syllabus looks so interesting! And the people there were really friendly too.

Went to the RJC open house today. The facilities were fantastic. The Lit syllabus was pretty similar to ACJC's. I went with my mum, who kept trying to get me away from the Lit and Art section, and take me to the Chem, Math and Physics areas.

Me: Ooh look, whats that poster about costume design there?
Mum: [keeps walking determinedly past the poster]
Me: It says...(reading the poster) ok.. hey, mum? Come here!
Mum: [breaks into a run]

Speaking of parents, my father's like really really angry that I'm even considering RJ. He keeps glaring at me. My mum's not so pleased either. I don't think I'll get in anyway.

I was most impressed by ACS though. I always have been. And since I've been aiming to go there since sec 2, well...

Anyway (for the fourth time).
Lets see what I choose.
And where I get into.
I just hope
I'll be happy,
wherever I go.

End of Me

2009-01-11T23:31:00.003+08:00

"Hey
I'm afraid
This could get ugly
And I might leave here alone

This is not a mistake
It's the dawn of a new day
Anything goes from now

This is the last of illusions
This is the final trace of innocence
If I'm caught in the middle
I know it will be the end of me."

-Marion Raven
'End of Me'

Su-lyn the Bimbo

2008-12-07T20:06:00.005+08:00

Hello loved ones, and not-so-loved ones! (Which category do you fall in?.....Are you sure? You'll never really know will you?)

Anyway, I've decided to take advantage of the fact that Su-lyn is a couple of thousand miles away, to post a picture of her I took recently. Now, Su-lyn has decided to take drastic steps to look more like her idol, the great Xiaxue (ps: words in red are total bullshit). I'm sure you know Xiaxue, Singapore's most famous ~~and most annoying~~ blogger?

So, introducing Su-lyn the bimbo, henceforth known as 'Su-lyyyyynnnnnzxzxzx <3'

ps: Hope you're having a nice time in England Su-lyn!

The Dog Hero + Bowser

2008-12-06T15:22:00.004+08:00

OMG!!
I just saw this tear inducing video online and thought I'd post it up here.

"In a very touching act of heroics, a little dog rescues a four legged friend on a busy highway in Chile. A traffic camera caught the little dog attempting to dash across several lanes of a busy highway, and he didn’t make it. He got hit by a car one lane after the median, and appeared to be seriously injured.
It’s unclear how much time passed before our hero enters the story. He shows up and darts into the same perilous traffic and drags his little injured friend to safety! The video ends with a highway crew showing up, hopefully to get the little pup some help."

Most of the websites I went to said that the injured dog survived. I certainly hope so. Its so sweet of the other dog to save him :)

[the video shows the dog actually getting hit, so its not for the faint-hearted]

But one thing I didn't understand was why so many cars and trucks whizzed past the injured dog and didn't stop to help it. I think its really despicable. I remember, once when I was in P3 or P4, we saw an injured crow on the road side; it had broken its wings. My mum insisted on picking it up, and we nursed it until it could fly again.

Besides, if we just left injured dogs on the road, we wouldn't have Bowser :)

Bowser's head had literally been split open by another car, and my mom found him on the side of the road. I remember the vet saying that he wouldn't survive. But he did, and my life seriously wouldn't be the same without him, Banjo or Bim. So there.

The Man and Woman of the Year, 2008

2008-12-03T10:40:00.004+08:00

And the Man of the Year Award goes to.....

KING JULIAN!

Dont' act surprised.. you knew he would win! King Julian is officially my favourite person as of now. His style, his attitude, his personality... I want to be like him!

Favourite quotes:

"Shh! We're hiding. Everyone be quiet. That includes me. Shh! Who's making that noise? Oh, it's me again.."

"Come on, time to robot! [robot voice] I am very clever king... tok tok tok tok... I am super genius... I am robot king of the monkey thing... compute... compute. "

Julian: [begins waving to the zoo animals on the boat] Maurice, my arm is tired, wave it for me [Maurice begins waving Julian's arm]

Julian: Faster, you naughty little monkey!

"Welcome, giant pansies. Please feel free to bask in my glow"

Julian: We thank you with enormous gratitude for chasing away the foosa.

Gloria the Hippo: The who-sa?

Julian: The foosa. They are always annoying us by trespassing, interrupting our parties, and ripping our limbs off.

Maurice: What if Mr. Alex is even worse then the Foosa? I'm tellin' you, that dude just gives me the heebiedabajeebies!

Julian: Maurice, you did not raise your hand. Therefore, your heinous comment will be stricken from the record. Does anyone else have the heebie-jeebies for Mr. Alex? No? Good. So shut up.

"Can you not see you have insulted the freak?"

Julian: All we have to do is wait until they are in a deep sleep...

[10-second pause]

Julian: [shouts] How long is this going to take?

Julian: After much deep and profound brain things inside my head, I have decided to thank you for bringing peace to our home. And to make you feel good, I'm going to give you this lovely parting gift.

[presents Alex with his crown]

Alex the Lion: No, I couldn't. Really, I can't take your crown.

Julian: Oh, that's OK. I've got a bigger crown. It's got a gecko on it. Look at him shake! Go, Stevie, go!

Julian: [after Melman has announced he has only 48 hours to live] If I had only two days to live, I would invade a neighboring country, and force my ideology on them, whether they wanted it or not.

And the Woman of the Year Award goes to...

Zac Efron!

Ahaha. Haha. Ha.
I think its quite a stroke of genius for me to have awarded him with this. Fantastic idea isn't it, Deanna, Lydia, Su-lyn, and the gazillion other people who, as Meera wisely said "watch HSM just to laugh at it."

*stops laughing, turns around, and sees Nicole, Amanda Soo, and the other ~~retards~~ people who like Zac Efron advancing with menacing looks on their faces*
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*runs away*

Zoo!

2008-12-01T10:24:00.014+08:00

Hello!

Last week was fun, we went to the zoo! Also started French lessons at Alliance Francaise with Su-lyn, Tricia Seow and Yanka.

So, zoo first. Sorry for only posting about it now, but I was down with the flu over the weekend, and its hard to be deliciously evil while blogging if you're sick. Anyway, I'm back to normal now, and in tip-top condition for terrorising Nicole Heng, Prisci, Deanna and Amanda Soo. Mwahahaha. Haha. Ha.

So, quotes!

[at the bus stop waiting for the bus]
Me: I brought sunblock!
Nic: (not hearing properly) Huh?? Who was so kiasu as to bring sunblock?

Me: (quietly) Me...

Amanda: Huh? Why?

Me: BECAUSE I CAN'T AFFORD TO GET ANY DARKER!!

Amanda: Hahaha, I was going to say that, but I couldn't, but you did.. [continues talking some gibberish]

Deanna: [sighs and looks towards the buses forlornly]

Amanda: So, what's the difference between fair and dark Indians?

Me: Well, the fairer ones are generally considered prettier, and-

Prisci: Eh, eh [points to some darker Indians who are sitting right behind us]

[Everyone shuts up]

ps: By mentioning the above conversation, I am not taking a racially prejudiced stance against any particular ethnic group. If you accuse me of being biased against darker people (and may I remind you I am one of them) I will give you a detailed account of the prejudice I myself have faced due to this. And if you're still angry you can go away... shoo...

Anyway, on the bus to the zoo, I started talking to Prisci about the O-levels, and a galnce in our friends' direction showed that Deanna was talking ~~animatedly~~ to Amanda and Nic about how high the stack of her TYSes was..

We have O-levels on the brain! ~~We have brains!~~

So, anyway, we reached the zoo, somehow.

The sign says "Welcome Home Amanda!" ~~The Baboons gave it to her.~~

So, as soon as we entered the zoo, Prisci was amazed by the real life ELEPHANTS standing in the pond at the zoo entrance, with NO BARRIER between them and us! Unfortunately, a few seconds later, Priscilla dear realised what everyone had known all along... that they were merely statues. Priscilla's fascination with these fake animals didn't end there, no, no, it carried on right until the end of the trip...

Ah, if only it was a real crocodile... *looks wistful*

So, one of the first animals we saw was...

Stop thinking what I think you're thinking. This is a Proboscis monkey.

And the five of us, inventive as we are came up with a rather more suitable nickname for it. Hint: starts with a 'P' and ends with a 's' as well.

So... went and saw the white tigers. They seemed docile. White tigers are actually Bengal tigers, so in that sense they are my 'relatives.' I don't mind having tigers as relatives, we're quite similar actually... Majestic, awe-inspiring, powerful, ~~murderous, ferocious,~~ the list goes on and on doesn't it?

Moving on to a more unpleasant part of the trip, the fragile forest! Stupid butterflies fluttering around! I'm TERRIFIED of butterflies okay, but luckily, so was Priscilla. After entering the 'forest' (after a long looong time, because we followed Amanda Soo's sense of direction and ended up trekking a couple of miles before realising that it had been right next to us in the first place) the first thing I saw was a couple of butterflies fluttering around. Deanna seemed to have a lot of fun trying to catch the evil creatures. Me and Prisci held on to Nicole's hand and screamed while running through the whole thing. I finally escaped, while being sheltered by Amanda Soo, who's quite motherly actually. I'm not being sarcastic. Though I was clutching her bag and screaming I felt quite safe. Go Amanda!

We also ran into ~~Cheryl Seah~~ a couple of baboons, ~~Shreyanka~~ a komodo dragon, ~~Giselle Tham~~ a whole bunch of goats, ~~Meera~~ a frog and a pony with a huge fringe, and many other interesting animals.

At the penguin enclosure...

Nicole: Oooh, its so cute! Its just sitting there!

Amanda: Maybe its incubating an egg!

Deanna: Oh omg, its like crouching there, like this! (Imitates the penguin and exaggerates its cuteness)

Everyone: AWWWW..

Me: Maybe its just shitting.

Deanna yelled something about it being an anticlimax, but hey, maybe it really was right?

But the petting zoo was closed, and it was my favourite part!

Still, we went to some new thing called Rainforest Kidzworld and went on the carousel there! Amanda claimed to be sitting on Jacob Black but it was actually an ordinary wolf. I sat on a dinosaur.

So, we wanted it to go faster, right? Because getting flung off a carousel when it is revolving at dizzying speeds is, you know, fun. But the moment we yelled at the carousel operator to make it go faster, he stopped it. Apparently, the ride was 'over' or something. Oh well, we regained a little piece of our lost childhood, and it was wonderful :)

Then, we decided to terrorise little kids!

This was some 'doodleboard' on sale at the store there.

I thought the message Deanna left (yes, Deanna, who's quite terrifying, whatever she may claim to be) was scary enough, but when we returned after having lunch, the message had been erased! So I wrote it back on again in alphabetical order...

Me: [writing] Amanda... Deanna.... Nicole..... What's after that?

Some idiot: Rivali...

Me: Rivali... and Priscilla were here!

Priscilla: Wait, since when was 'R' in front of 'P'?

Me: Huh? Oh yeah... WHO TOLD ME THAT???

Nicole: [in a bored, 'isn't-it-obvious' tone] Amanda...
Amanda: [laughs]

Deanna: [yawns]

Speaking of morons, we had lunch in KFC and there were these, well, morons sitting at the table next to us. They dropped their tray, right next to Deanna's chair and didn't pick it up, pointedly ignoring it.

Me: Lets go and tell them to pick it up!

Amanda: [laughs and says something which sounded like 'mimblewimble']

Deanna: Look, they're with their girlfriends..

Me and Amanda: Uh-huh...?

Deanna: That's the wrong time to confront guys.. You know, they need to show off to their girlfriends... Act macho.

Me and Amanda: Uh-huh?

Deanna: You go tell him to pick up the tray, you'll probably get a punch. [punches the air]

Deanna is so wise, no?

But when we were leaving..

Nicole: [walking out]
Me: BE CAREFUL NICOLE, THERE'S A TRAY ON THE FLOOR THERE!

Nicole: ... Louder!

But they didn't hear.

AmandaPrisciNicoleMeDeanna.

Tomorrow's the class party! Can't wait!

Bon soir.

You. China Bride.

2008-11-20T20:14:00.006+08:00

Hello.

When I was doing the O-level lit paper, I realised that the poem was about marriage? (I did the prose) Even during our midyears,the poem we had to do was about a china bride.

And I was thinking, hard as it is to analyse these poems (forget about doing well in the essays we write about them) it must be pretty easy to write them. I mean, all of you who have ~~been tortured~~ studied Singaporean lit must have realised it, right? Throw in wordsjoinedtogether, a few unintelligible phrases, random punctuation marks, and voila! a Singaporean poem!

Here's an example. I wrote it myself :D

You. China Bride.

You. China Bride.
Superficial marriage.
/
/________ /___ /

You go.
________to
___the
house we stay in.
I see you glancearound.
unhappy.
too small.
you wanted,
a two storeyed bunga<#?low.
but you
____/
____/
/________got a
terrace house you have
to share
with
my
mother grandmother sister sister's husband sister's daughter aunt aunt's husband aunt's husband's grandmother and goldfish.

youdon'tlikefish

but i have one.
which you don't like
because you don't like fish
but i like fish
unlike you
so we decide to keep it. a compromise.

even if you didn't get what you wanted.

You look at me
<#^??$
atmyappearance

i see you thinking: "his brother looks so much better"
don't try to hook up with him. or I willsendyoubacktoDalian

with your mother.
?:?
who
is
ugly.
i don noe why you brought her here.

she can sleep on the couch
forever.

we had three wedding banquets.
waste money leh.
could have used it to have some.... fun in Geylang.
youdon'tunderstandwhatImean. because you don't speak english.
>.good.<

You are so short. But I am shorter.
Not to mention the age diffrence.
_________/
___ /
that's why no one married me. except you.
because you wanted a new life.
I am your passport to a new world.

Mr and Mrs. Tan
The newlyweds.

You. China Bride.
Superficial marriage.
/
________/
___/

Not bad eh? In fact, I can see why Singaporean poets enjoy writing poems so much. Its pretty fun.. you should try it!

2008-11-16T11:40:00.005+08:00

Hello! Yelling out 'freedom' or 'I'm alive!' is going to be so cliched so I'll just do with a 'hello!'.
Yes. Hello!
Hello again! I can type out rubbish all day long, and there will be NO CONSEQUENCES.

My room is still strewn with textbooks and TYSes. I haven't cleaned it up yet.

Anyway, went out with Amanda Soo, Cheryl Seah, Deanna, Giselle Tham, Lydia, Nic Heng and Priscilla after the O's ended. We watched HSM3, and were kind of separated into Nic, Amanda and Giselle who love High School Musical, and the rest of us who.. er.. didn't.

Troy: [playing basketball, losing]
Gabriella: [stands up, the lone figure among the seated crowd] Trooooooy! You can do it!
Troy: [looks at Gabriella, and her encouragement and love gives him the strength he needs to carry on playing, to eventually win the game]
Deanna: Eeeyurgh....

Everyone: [singing and dancing happily, smiles plastered on their faces]
Ryan: [dancing on the piano, happily singing]
Lydia: STOP STEPPING ON THE PIANO!

And I think Lyddie must have done something else, because in the middle of the kissing scene I think, Nicole suddenly yelled at her "You're ruining the moment!"

Poor nic.

We had lunch in Swensen's at plaza sing.

Waiter: [brings some plates of food and just stands there, looking at us expectantly]

Me: Er.. which one is the chicken baked rice?

Waiter:[points at one, then the other, then sighs and just walks away]

Nic: Oh, I forgot to tell you, the service is bad here.

Everyone: -_________-

Hahaha! Lunch was good though, despite everything. Then as we were walking out, AFTER paying the bill, we passed another waitress who informed us that Gis and Amanda's ice creams (part of a set) hadn't been served yet. So we went and sat back down. It was quite sad actually.

Then we were just walking around plaza sing. We discovered where Mrs. ________ shops for clothes- the 'Build-a-Bear Workshop.' If you go there and see the clothes, you'll realise what I'm talking about heheh. Then Cheryl wanted to go spotlight, and Deanna and me didn't, so the group kind of fractured. We were just walking around aimlessly thinking "WHAT DO WE DO NOW?" And everyone was just thinking, oh dear, if this is the first day of freedom and we're already bored, what are we going to do for the next two months? So we sat down in some corner of plaza sing (outside the build-a-bear workshop, the most pointless retail outlet in the world) and just talked. And people were giving us 'The Eye' probably because Lydia Yeo DECIDED TO TAKE HER SHOES OFF AND AIR HER FEET (maybe we should rename it 'The Nose'... ok, kidding).

Then headed off to Udders. But guess what? It was closed for renovation! And guess what? It was opening the very next day! Talk about adding salt to the wound. So we headed off to united square and took retarded videos..

Cheryl's Food Review

Lydia's Food Review- this one was obviously shot by Cheryl Seah.

Prisci's 'Rap'

And this was the most retarded...

Ninjaaaaa!
Incase you're wondering, yes, people were staring...

Oh,on the way from plaza sing to United Square, we took the mrt, and there was this busker at the underpass there... Apparently, he was Nic's favourite busker? So we all gave him some money, then we requested a song. So he started singing, and we ~~sang~~ screeched along, though the only words we knew to it were 'let it be.' People were staring at us as they walked by, but it was really a great experience. :)

After that, went to The Cricket Club with my family for dinner, and I mentioned the incident to my dad. And he suddenly started singing the song...

Let It Be -The Beatles

When I find myself in times of trouble, mother Mary comes to me,

speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me,

speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be.

Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree,

there will be an answer, let it be.

For though they may be parted there is still a chance that they will see,

there will be an answer. Let it be.

Let it be, let it be .....

And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light, that shines on me,

shine until tomorrow, let it be.

I wake up to the sound of music, mother Mary comes to me,

speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

Let it be, let it be .....

So, its 2:30 in the morning and I can't sleep. What shall I do now? Watch gossip girl? Prank call people (Hello, Meera, this is Kenneth speaking)? Go to sleep? I don't think I can.

I just read a pretty haunting story in The Elephant Vanishes by Haruki Murakami. He's a fantastic author really (compared to Stephanie Meyer), but his stories make you think alot. And in some cases get slightly freaked. And since my dogs refuse to come into my room tonight for some reason, and having my nightlight on doesn't seem very helpful on this dark, cloudless night, I guess I'll stay awake until my domestic helper wakes up. That's in three and a half hours. Otherwise I'll get nightmares. During the olevels it was about failing and stuff. Not so bad. Now, with the freedom and time to let my imagination run wild, its about vampires and all..... And not the edward cullen type, unfortunately.

Thinly concealed efforts to 'be included' with the gang

2008-11-10T21:09:00.005+08:00

I can't study. I mean, yeah, I've flipped through some Chem, but my heart's really NOT into it anymore, which is scary considering MCQs constitute 1/3 of the marks for our science papers?

Physics today was.... okay I guess. I'm still angry at myself over that DUMB TIGHTROPE QUESTION!!! AAAARRRRGGGHHH....

Anyway, my sister borrowed Twilight from her friend the week before my O-levels began and, to my shock and horror, I found myself reading it. And it was pretty good actually. However, wisely realising that it would not be good for me to start reading a book on the 19th of October, I forced my sister to give it back to her friend. Then, my mum went to Borders and bought the book for me. You know the usual- she hid it in her cupboard so I wouldn't know until after the O's. But ofcourse, I found out. Rivali Dass, Super spy.

Speaking of spies, I can't wait to watch Quantum of Solace...

Or maybe THIS is a better picture. Haha. Ha.

Anyway, back to Twilight. So, after finding the book, I finished reading it. This was on Saturday. And today? Today, I came home and finished reading.. New Moon. Thank Goodness I haven't bough Eclipse yet or I would have finished that too.

I used to be a bookworm in primary school. In P2, people would be playing hopscotch (throwing wallets around and pretending to be rabbits never appealed to me)but I would be reading like Enid Blyton or something. Some people called me Mrs. Potter (sorry Shuwei!). By Sec 2, it had all fizzled out. What were books compared to making sick jokes with Amrit, listening to Salad fangirling over Bleach, discussing the advantages and disadvantages of various types of handcuffs with Esther, being killed by Huiling, laughing with (more often AT) Huiting, doing crap with 2e, throwing cockroaches at old teachers (sorry Mr. Low) and washing windows during history lessons?

By the time sec 4 came around, I rarely read books. Gossip Girl, ANTM, Project Runway, bullying Nat, etc etc etc. And by the time Hew Xing Yi reintroduced the joys of reading to me again, O'LEVELS AND PRELIMS were too close to do anything about it. sigh. I think thats why Clarisse from F451, in my mind, has a rather Xingyi-ishness to her.

Anyway, two more

days and I'm free.

Woohoo.

It looks good, no? Except forget the vampires, they both sound like zombies.

"Your skin is pale white and ice cold. You don't go out into the sunlight."

"Say it out loud. Say it"

"Vampire."

"Are you scared."

"No."

....

Not that I'm not dying to watch it. :D

Haha, Iwas just on facebook, and I saw that I had commented quite a while back,"Eeeeww" when Xianwen became a fan of twilight. Both she and Denise commented that as much as it pained me to admit it, I probably liked Edward.

Well, they're right about one thing. it does pain me to admit it!

I watch Gossip Girl, ANTM, Project Runway, read Twilight.... I've joined the legions of screaming, stereotypical teenage girls who I've beentrying to distance myself from! Oh no! Next thing you know, I'll be proclaiming Sophie Kinsella the best author in the world! What if I start watching Korean Dramas? Fangirling over all those Kibums and whatnot that Cassandra is so in love with? What if, horror of horrors, I actually start understanding what Evan means when she yells 'Haru Haru!' What if my knowledge of the Korean language increases, and the words I know won't only include 'Kimchi' 'Pabo' and 'Chugalay' ??

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!

I guess there's only one question I should ask myself :What would Chuck Bass, the epitome of calm, do?

Oh wait- Gossip girl again... *runs away screaming*

Favourite Election Videos

2008-11-06T14:12:00.002+08:00

Oh dear, I really shouldn't be posting so much during the O's, but in light of Barack Obama's historic, if not expected, victory yesterday, I'd like to post my favourite youtube videos regarding the election.

HAHAHAHAHAH.

"She's a woman!"

Ofcourse, I could post all the Saturday Night Live Videos here too, but they're not on youtube and I'm too lazy to scout around the internet looking for them...

I, Am. An. ATHEIST.

2008-11-06T01:48:00.010+08:00

In my twitter update on the left, I wrote "On to Whose Life!" On to whose life indeed. I haven't been able to study even a little since I finished F451 after dinner.

The usual family drama. It always boils down to that for me. This time, my Dad's overseas, so there won't be any long rant about him.

I'm an atheist. I'm a freethinker and my parents can't accept it.

No, they'll shove Hinduism down my throat, not knowing its alienating me even more from it. Just because my beliefs defer from theirs, its perceived as wrong? Maybe I am goin through a phase, maybe one day 'something bad will happen to me' and I'll realise that I need to follow a religion...

"I grant you all that, but it doesn't alter the validity of my present position."

as Ken told Dr. Scott.

I don't dislike people who have a religion. Almost all my friends are theists, they're good, loving, kind people who follow religions. But I have atheist friends too. And they are good, loving, kind people as well.

Stalin was an atheist. Hitler was a catholic. Neither did what they did in the name of their beliefs or lack thereof.

So why the discrimination? Why are there people saying "Oh, so-and-so couldn't have done that, she's a _(insert religion here)_ !" Or "I, personally, will only marry someone one of my religion.." Have you tried ever having a relationship with someone who's not? No? Then why the abolutes? Why cut yourself off?

When we discuss religion, there's always that unspoken thing that we must have respect for another person't beliefs. That's why you don't see people (civilised ones atleast) yelling "Eh, how dare you be a Buddhist? Islam is the way!" or "Christianity? Hah! Sikhism is better!" That's disrespectful, hurtful, and not tolerated by society. Yet that same courtesy is never extended to those who don't believe in a God. Its always "Why are you an atheist?" or "How on earth can you not believe in a God?" I don't tell alot of people about my beliefs (oh well, I guess I just have)because I can anticipate their reactions to it.

And to get this from my parents? To be told things like "After all I've done for you, this is how you repay me?" That's what my mom said ten minutes ago. I love my parents. And I think i've done enough. I love them, I've never hurt them intentionally, and always helped them out when I could. I've never given caused much trouble. Whatever problems I've given my parents, its more out of mischief or forgetfullness. I study as hard as I can, and try my hardest for exams. I don't do as well as Lyddie or Salad, but I don't think I'll ever reach that level, irregardless of my beliefs.

I try to be the best person I can be. Yeah, I used to keep on yelling 'Boo!' at Nat, but I've stopped now. And it's not like I was trying to kill her. I may joke about being Saddam Hussein's grand-niece and a member of the Al-Qaeda, but does anyone who truly knows me actually think I would go around killing people? You've seen me in class, I get upset when people kill ants and insects for heaven's sake (pun intended). If people ask me for help (yes, I know its rare but still) when they do, I do what I can to give it to them. I don't care about their religious beliefs, and I don't think anyone should care about mine.

I'm not here to argue about whether God exists or not. I may be wrong in my atheist beliefs, just like others may be wrong in their theist beliefs. I feel, as of now, there is no conclusive proof, either way. And I don't see five-thousand year old religious texts as evidence, as much as my parents wave the books in my face.

Religion has cause harm- look at september eleventh, the bali bombings, caused by Muslims. Look at the violence in Kerala caused by Hindus. Look at the 'Troubles' in Northern Ireland (you've studied it, no?) caused by the Catholics and Protestants. Yet, it has caused so much of good too. Martin Luther King, the Dalai Lama, Mahatma Gandhi, Mother Teresa, the list goes on and on.

On the other hand, how many people do you see causing trouble because of their lack of belief? How many people say "Hey friends, I'm an atheist, lets kill people!" And how many people do you see saying "I'm an atheist, let's feed the poor!"
I think that ultimately, people do kind deeds based on their character. They may feel motivated by other's influence, or a want to just help, or religion, or anything under the sun. Whatever their source of motivation is, bad people won't do good things. And you can't say that 'Oh, all the people in my religion are good" because you'll never be able to prove it, improbable as it is.

Maybe a few days or months or years later, I'll read this post, think, "Gosh, what a fool you are Rivali!" delete the post, then go to my temple or church or mosque to pray.But even then, it will be MY choice. Not my parents, not anyone else's. So they can force be to adhere to their beliefs, after all "might is right" and as a minor, I'm in their power. But I'll look forward to the day when people don't think coming out about their atheist beliefs is something shameful or risky.

I don't need people telling me "Oh, you're going to hell, I'll be laughing at you from up here." (Someone actually told me that)

I won't be affected because
a) I don't believe hell exists
b) Someone who is as prejudiced as that probably wouldn't have much to say that is worthwhile, and
c) In cold climates, I start getting asthma.

Okay, sorry. All that ranting has lightened my mood I guess. I'm making my usual bad jokes again!

Some Mondays when I see everyone in Chapel, singing and praying, once in a while I think... wouldn't it be nice if you just.... belonged? And I've spoken to people in school who are atheists too (yes! in MGS! In 4E! Shock! Horror!) and they feel the same way too... Wouldn't it be nice if you just belonged? Went back to what the majority believes in, like a stray sheep sheepishly (haha) returning to its shepherd, one of Wendy Watson's 'little sheepsies?' (I'll stop the sheep analogies now, I promise).

But just like you can't say "Let's not believe in God from now onwards! 5..4...3...2...1...Blast off! You're officially an atheist!" I can't do the opposite. And I'm happy about my beliefs, essentially, a little bit, I guess, or I would have returned to the flock by now (sorry about the sheep thing again).

Which is why I won't be affected if people tell my I'm going to hell. Hinduism doesn't believe in the concept of hell, so my parents won't tell me this. But if a muslim friend of mine comes and says, "You're going to hell" erm, well, I guess almost everyone I know will be there too. If a Christian or Catholic friend tells me that same thing, then my family, and some of my friends will be going there too. How does anyone know which religion is the 'right' one? After all, its due to pure circumstance of birth. If you were born in some remote village in punjab, you would have been a Sikh. If you had been born in South Africa, you would probably have been praying to some tribal God called "Tiki-tiki-malapi," wearing feathered headresses and sacrificing animals on a stone altar. And if you had been born in Rivaliville, you would have been praying to....

ME!

O's woes + Chuck Bass is a 'womanizer'

2008-11-03T20:51:00.002+08:00

Oh gosh, the last three weeks have been so hectic...

Today was Social Studies. Erm, luckily for me, both Sri Lanka and Northern Ireland as well as Iraq-Kuwait came out... It should come as no surprise to those who know me that I chose the latter. SBQ was pretty screwed. I forgot how to do usefullness! Who forgets something after studying it that very morning?? Put it doen to exam nerves. I was the least prepared for SS out of all my exams. Aaargh.. But I just did cross-referencing and critical analysis of provenance in the end.

So far the exams have been pretty good and bad. The physics paper was a disaster. My prediction for physics after seeing our Prelim paper was correct. I think the teachers could have prepared us a little better for it. Yes, challenging questions should be set. But not to such an extent that it exceeds O-level standards by so much. The O-level physics paper was simpler than the Prelims, and I think that was my undoing. Instead of being asked to prove complicated things about heat capacity, we were asked to state the definition of a vector quantity, and were expected to know things like the size of an atom (which I admit is rubbish). Pity those things weren't reinforced in us before we went for the exam.

Geography too. We were never really taught how to look at pictures and answer questions, and it led to me being totally filled with self-doubt during the exam. Should I rely entirely on the picture? Or should I write about other things as well? But, for the first time in my Geographical life, I actually finished the paper! This compared to last years SA2s when I left thirty percent blank, or this year's prelims where I didn't do an entire LORMs question. So, pretty much okay.

The other subjects were pretty much routine. Not that thats an indicator of me doing well, just that what the teachers had prepared us for came out. Especially Amaths, where after we finished paper 1, Mrs. Tee looked at the paper, predicted the things they would set for us in Paper 2 and went running around the school passing us a list of all the possible topics. She really should have won this year's caring teacher award! :)

But the biggest hurdle is left to be crossed. Lit girls, you know what I'm talking about. Will we jump over the hurdle with ease, or collapse, falling to the ground in our efforts to triumph?

Literature!

Oh, how I love you, yet despair of you at the same time.

The other day I was at my friends house studying, and I was talking about how scared I was for lit and all. She's taking H2 Lit so I guess she knew what I was talking about. She held the Fahrenheit 451 book in front of her face, and started talking, pretending to be the book.
You know what she said?

"Love me, hate me, its still an obsession."

An obsession which I can do well in, I hope.
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Oh, and I have another favourite quote stuck in my head..

"Because..... I'm Chuck Bass."

I swore I'd never watch Gossip Girl yet I caved in after the prelims. Dumb as Serena may be, the series is enjoyable.. if only because of Chuck and Blair. Is it just me or does Chuck's way of speaking remind you April Chye? Haha. Probably just me.

And they released a promo video for one of the episodes for Season 2....

While this coonclusively proves that the morals Gossip Girl preaches are not to be followed, oh gosh, I can't wait to start season 2 when the O's are over! I know Nat and Xianwen I think aren't gonna watch it until O's are over too, but I think I'm going to cave in soon...

Flibbertigibbet,
Rivali

Doctor's Visit + Singapore As Seen by the World

2008-10-13T22:54:00.003+08:00

One week to the O-levels. I shouldn't be here.

Today I went to see the doctor, cuz I've been having like horrible headaches and a cold, on and off for the last three weeks or so. The doctor looked at me, and showed me the list of times I had visited her. Believe it or not, I've fallen sick a week before every major exam for the last two years.
I was lectured on 'stressing myself out too much' and all that. Apaarently my headaches are due to my muscles tensing up due to stress. My doctor told me that I had been clenching my jaw the whole time I was in the room. AAAAARRGGHHH.

Doctor: And, you must realise, that the most important thing right now is your....?

And I said 'O-levels' at the same time she said 'health'. My mum thought I was trying to be funny, and glared at me.
Anyway, whatever, I'm supposed to sleep 8 hours a day to prevent tension. So, if I wake up at 5:30, I have to sleep at... 9:30. Yeah. Right. I heard Ms. Lau sleeps at 9? Ah well, I certainly am not going to do that.

Funny thing is, I don't feel stressed. Like I don't feel like I'm going to die or anything, even though the O's are six days away. My sister said that its because I have already accepted that I'm going to die, so it doesn't matter to me anymore.

I kicked her out of my room.

Anyway, I was on the BBC news website (yes, I'm a nerd, but I've given up relying on The Straits Times for news) and I came across this article dated 12th July, 2003....

Singapore tries to loosen up

Singapore has decided it's time to make life a little more exciting.

In an attempt to throw off its staid image, the government has announced a ban on bungee jumping is to be lifted.
"If we want our people to make more decisions for themselves, and if we are to encourage a derring-do society, we must allow some-risk taking and a little excitement," said Prime Minister Goh Chok Tong.
And the official move to make traditionally straight-laced Singaporeans a little more wild and crazy does not stop there.
Bars are to be allowed to stay open longer and dancing on bars - once a legal offence - will also be permitted.
An "Audience Development Fund" has been established to educate public taste in art.
And the government says it will start employing openly gay people - once taboo.
Singapore is renowned for its high standard of living but strict regulations.
Jaywalking, spitting and even failing to flush the toilet correctly can lead to fines.

HAHAHAHA. Did you start crying at the end of this? I did. Even better, go to the country profiles, click Singapore, HERE, then look under 'Leaders' and 'Media.' The media part will sound pretty familiar to those of you who have studied Fahrenheit 451.

Goosfraba.

Kiwi.

2008-09-27T20:34:00.003+08:00

This was so sad, it made me cry.
How far would you go to achieve your dream?

If it makes you feel better, there's a video response to it:

But the original one had more meaning.

I still remember, whenever I went to Australia when I was younger, the highlight of the trip would be seeing the kiwi birds and kangaroos.

:)

Brisingr

2008-09-23T00:40:00.008+08:00

I've finished it.

Don't worry, no spoilers here, if you're reading/ want to read the book.

I cried at one part of the book. But Christopher Paolini knows how to cater to how people want to feel very well. Call me a sucker for happy endings, but I hate tragedies. Right after the sad incident, something occurred which didn't make it so bad. And yes, this is a very informative post.

I very rarely pick up books from the fantasy genre, unless it's Tolkien or Philip Pullman. But Brisingr is a good book. I've been following Eragon's story since p6 I think. Its better than Eldest, though I'm not sure if its on par with Eragon. We learn alot of new things about the characters' pasts, something which I always love reading about, irregardless of the book I'm holding in my hand. And seeing the world through Saphira's and Glaedr's eyes was fantastic. The 'men-who-were-friends' and 'horses-she-must-not-eat.' Ha, I loved that.

It was a good read though. A bittersweet read. But some parts of the story are pretty chilling (the laughing dead). And I hope I don't have to wait another 3 years for the next book.

Hurry up, Paolini. If only you could borrow the speed of the elves, and the energy stored in Aren and the belt of Beloth the Wise.

ps: J.K. Rowling, you should take some time off to vist Christopher Paolini, you know, meet an author who doesn't kill off characters just to make the book seem 'more adult,' who (so far) hasn't left me wanting to rip my heart out whenever I think of his books.

Back to Bio.

Survey

2008-09-20T14:15:00.003+08:00

This is not a real post... Its just crap to occupy my time. Sorry.

The "If..." Survey

01. If a tornado was approaching your home, where would you go? Underground?
02. If you failed a class for the year, would you rather go to summer school or repeat the grade? Summer school
03. If your best friend told you they were gay, would you support them? Yes.
04. If your best friend said they needed an abortion, would you support them? Yes.
05. If you got pregnant, would your parents make you keep the baby? No.
06. If you woke up with your lip mysteriously pierced, would you keep it? Yep.
07. If you could get a tattoo RIGHT NOW, what would it be of and where? I'd get a third eye tattooed on my forehead. That was a joke, btw,
08. If your best friend was leaving for another country for a month, what would you do on your last day to hang out? Just out for lunch? I mean, she's coming back right?
09. If you got expelled from school, what school would you go to next? I don't think any school would accept me.
10. Do you have friends you secretly hate? :D (And no, its not you.)

11. If you could get plastic surgery for free, what would you get? What do you think I'd get?
12. If you could adopt any of your friends as your new brother/sister, who would you pick? Ash. Or maybe Yanka- my parents will stop thinking I'm a 'problem child' once they have HER as a daughter.. Mwahaha.,
13. If you had the chance to move out of your current house right now, would you? Nope.
14. Ever had a fight (physical or verbal) with a member of the law enforcement? Well, once I yelled at Sarah Chua...
15. If you could change your entire name (even last), what would you change it to? I'd keep the Rivali (its a wonderful name, don't you think?) but change my last name to something French haha. I'm sick of being called D'ass.
16. If you were given $10 to clean up all the litter in a huge park, would you do it? No.
17. If you could bring any cancelled television show back on the air, which would it be? Friends! Friends! Friends!
18. If you could have a $100 gift card to one mall store, what would it be? Sorry, toomuch to choose from.. And how much could you buy with $100??
19. If your cousin offered you a job working with your favorite band, would you take it? Nope.
20. If your best friend was kicked out, would your parents let him/her live with you? Er.. depends on the friend....

21. If you had to choose between going with your mom or your dad after a divorce, who would you choose? Most girls would go with their mom right?
22. If you woke up in a stranger's bed after a night of drinking, what would you do first? Get out of the bed?
23. If you had to be alone in a room for 24 hours with someone, who would you pick to be with you? Hmmm...
24. If you could have any talent in the world, what would it be? The ability to be successful in all my endeavours... (Imagine.. if I try to become a billionaire, I will be. If I try to do well in my Olevels.. er.. erm- next question!)
25. If you have/had a dog, would you dye its fur if you could? I have three dogs and I would NOT do that.
26. If you had a summer reading assignment and had to pick a book to write five pages about, what book would you choose? The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini.
27. If the singer from your favorite band knocked on the door asking to use the telephone, what would you do? Let him in?
28. If you had suspicions of your classmate sleeping with one of your male teachers, what would you do? Oh. My. God. I'd say "Meera, you really should not be doing this."
29. If you missed the bus to school and your parents already left for work, what would you do? Go back to sleep.
30. If you got pregnant, what would your parents' reactions be? They'd think it was another one of my stupid jokes.

31. If you found out your mom had a child before you and gave them up for adoption, what would you think? I'd want to meet him/her.
32. If you go on a crazy amusement park ride, would you get sick?No, I love em!
33. If the world ended tomorrow, what's some things you'd like to do today? Stop the world from ending. Duh right?
34. If you had to eat one food for the whole week (and you wouldn't get sick, no matter what it is), what would it be? Lettuce- great crash diet!
35. If you had no television and no computer over the summer, how would you occupy your time? Drawing/ Reading/ Gossiping on the phone..
36. If you were stranded on an island with a person you hate, what would you do? I don't hate anyone... Really.

Teachers' Day 2008

2008-09-02T17:31:00.012+08:00

Ho ho ho.

I don't like this holiday, it confuses me. On one hand I can't stand the 10-day wait to get back our prelim papers, to see whether the months of hard work have come to fruition (SSGeog and Bengali excluded). On the other hand, I don't want to get my ~~Lit~~ papers back, don't want to be crushed to the ground and have the last remnants of hope in my heart cast away as I see the horrible marks scribbled on a corner of the exam paper.

I tend to become melodramatic when I'm bored. Have you noticed?

Anyway, I created the 4E Facebook account, and added all the girls in 4E. But who added the teachers?? Not that there's any problem with that, but Mr. Ong sent the account a message saying that creating accounts as a group were not allowed... Teachers... sigh...

"ehhhh facebook term of service says cannot create group user accounts, but must use groups instead..."

I won't be arrested.... right? Right. *looks uncertain*

Anyway, lets blog about ~~Mutants'~~ Teachers' Day 2008!
It was better than last year, simply because we were sitting in an air-conned hall rather than in the sweltering heat wearing lab coats. Oh, and those annoying primary schoolers (excluding Arya and Su Wen ofcourse) were not there. If I ever have kids, I'm taping their mouths shut from the age of 4 to 8. Ha. (The 'ideal mother,' DEANNA HENG, gulps and shakes her head while reading this. Amanda Soo laughs evilly and agrees with me ofcourse. )

So anyway, back to Teachers' Day. The Sec One skits were... alright I guess. But I think we all would have preferred it if they tried to be less meaningful and just went around imitating the teachers. Ditto for the videos, tho the one about potatoes was hilarious.

Speaking of videos, this year's one were NOTHING compared to the one 2E06 made, eh?

Brace yourselves...

"Jemaih-Riv"... Those were the good 'ol days...

I remember Salad, Me and Jer working over this so diligently... and we actually thought Ms. Ho would approve of it and show it in front of the whole school... Oh well...

I thought Xing Yi's opinion about the awards being the most meaningful part, was the truth. We all stood up and cheered for Mrs. Tee when she won 'Most on-task.' But like 129833873475603 teachers won that same award. Mrs. Tee should have won 'Most Sarcastic' or 'Most Caring' or 'Most Motherly.' They should have been given individual awards!

Something happened during the 'Best Dressed Award.' It was the first award, and I guess everyone thought that there would only be one recipient for each award? So the first winner was Mrs. Thomsett, obviously. So we all looked over to the teachers' section, and I saw everyone clapping... except Mrs. Ng Mui Eng.
Hmmm... At first I thought I was seeing things, but I'm pretty sure I wasn't. Pretty interesting given the rumours that have been swirling around for years about the two of them hating each other eh? Ironically, Mrs. Ng was one of the the winners of 'Best Dressed' too. I couldn't see whether Thomsett clapped for Mrs. Ng or not (though she prolly did), but they both deserved the win.

Pretending to get along, probably trying to kick each other off the stage.

Anyway, other pics..

I was sandwiched between Amanda Soo (aka The Tall One) and Krithika (aka Flagpole). One decided to use me as a pillow, and the other, an armrest. I love my ~~friends~~ fiends.

Hilary, Queen of Camwhoring. Krithika, unwilling accomplice.

SOMEBODY STOP HILARY!!! Haha, there were tons of other pics of her and Kri, but I'm not posting them up, cuz they're ALL basically the same.

Amanda Soo feels sleepy and emo, decides my shoulder is the perfect height for a headrest. (Note my bitter tone)

So, I was in 4M taking random shots of the Princess.. Then Me and Becky realised that -hey!- the pictures tell a story!..

I gave her fangs and red eyes on photoshop but I don't think they're very obvious...
ps: You DO know Meera would never say that.
p/ps: Meera, I know you wouldn't have wanted the guys name to come out in public, so don't worry, I censored it (as seen above) so no one will guess who the person in question is...

Celery,
Rivali.

Bye Bye April Chye

2008-08-29T22:31:00.005+08:00

Bye Bye April Chye

April's gone to London.

Apey, I'll miss you. :)

I'll miss you rolling your eyes at me whenever I say something stupid (which is rather frequently).
And yelling at me to stop it when I kept scaring Nat (I did stop).
The 'Shut up Rivali!!!'s when I kept going on about Bobo. I bet he'll miss you too, eh?
I remember you sitting there and glaring at people while Evan 'attacked' your hair. (aka combed it)
And doing so well in Lit even though someone told me you hate F451?
I won't have to worry about singing in the shower and getting mocked about it. ("Rivali, were you singing Boulevard of Broken Dreams last night?")
I can spray water at your sister all I want now :) Kidding.

Sorry I couldn't see you off at the airport.

Anyway, hope you have a great time in England. Don't forget 4E!
Get a British accent, have tea and scones every afternoon, wear a flouncy hat and sing 'God Save The Queen' with a perfectly straight face.

All the best,
Rivali

ps: Now that you're in England, I'm moving next to Nat in class.

p/ps: I coloured the words green because Chye Sim is green.

Exam Musings + Lydia

2008-08-25T15:49:00.008+08:00

Olympics Over :(

Not that I watched much of it. I didn't watch a single race of Michael Phelps (lovingly called 'Phelpsie' by the gay blogging community), didn't see Usain Bolt or anything else of significance. Stupid prelims.

Anyhoo, prelims have been -___- so far. Not that I expected it to be wonderful. The physics paper was HARD. Mr. Liu obviously set it. Geography was really bad, as it always is. I have to improve my essay writing skills. Oh, and today was social studies. I made the mistake of doing SEQ first- since I'm stronger at SBQ I should have done that first, right? I was halfway through the last part of the SBQ when they told us to stop writing. So I just scribbled down the provenance of the source. Then, Su-lyn reminded me that I *could* have just done critical analysis of the provenance. Attribute it to my wonderful decision-making skills during exams. But nothing beats Geog.. I chose the wrong QUESTION.

Ding is funny-

Ding: You know nothing I studied came out for the SEQ, right? So when I saw the questions, I just stared at the paper... I couldn't believe my eyes!

Same thing happened to me for midyears too. I started giggling to myself in the middle of the exam, seemed to think it was funny that I was going to fail. But in the end I got an A1 for SS, then failed Geog elective so...

Lit on Wednesday.

Fear? Despair? ~~Hope?~~

No. NO HOPE.

I can just imagine the scene on Wednesday.

Mr Liu: Alright, you may now start writing..

4E: (dies)

Mrs. Thomsett: Hey, stop! My class just died!

Yanka: (wakes up) Bury me with some bottles o'vodka, b*tches! (drops dead)

Quotes from the exam:

Me: Cass! How was the chem paper?

Cassandra: (in a pompous British accent) I don't see why you're even bothering to ask me, Rivali de-ah. Isn't obvious that I've gotten a nine-tay percent or above? It's only foooools like you who actoo-ally have to worry about things like these.. Go back to the little hut you live in.. Go on... Shoo...

Me: (bursts into tears)

Nicole Heng: And then, I couldn't remember how to answer the question. So I stopped, took a deep breath and asked myself, Nicole, what would Beckham do? And I saw the light... (pauses and looks at the ceiling in wonder)

Me: Hey Cheryl, how was the-

Cheryl Seah: DON'T TALK TO ME ABOUT THE PAPER! I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT THE PAPER!!! AHHHHH!!

(this quote is actually true by the way)

Oh, I was talking to Lydia...
And a story formed in my mind.

The hall was totally silent. Nobody was ~~forcing air over their vocal chords to generate sound~~ talking.Minutes before the start of the Biology exam, the entire Secondary 4 cohort taking Biology was seated in rows, muscles taut with tension. The biology exam was the last great obstacle to overcome, before the prelims finished and and the girls could taste sweet freedom again.
Cassandra was not talking about how Bio was 'rubbish' compared to Chemistry, Rivali had actually not brought guns to the exam hall, Meera was looking straight ahead (and not looking around for signs of darling 'Melvy'), Cheryl Seah was not singing, Shreyanka was sober, Samantha was silent, Ding was awake, it was as if some great change had taken place among the girls.
Ms. Lau, however, was rather worried. 4E was not panicking at all. Wow, they must be really prepared, she thought. Normally, the entire class would be shrieking and running around, while Lydia sat in her place calmly and laughed at them all. She began smiling at each of them, one by one, to reassure them. (She really did this for paper 1)
"Walau, you stop smiling at us lah!" Joycelyn yelled. Ms. Lau stopped smiling. Fine, I shall go smile at 4G. Rot in hell, 4E, she thought gleefully.
Mr. Liu picked up the mike. Everyone watched with bated breath as his mouth formed the words "You may start now." The entire cohort took a deep breath and began writing. Adrenaline coursed through their ~~veins~~ arterioles as they began answering the questions one by one.
Even the girls in 4E were actually doing the paper. Ms. Lau remembered the disastrous mid years, when some people had simply given up and gone to sleep. Others like Xianwen had looked as if they couldn't read English. Samantha and Joycelyn had started punching each other and throwing tables around. Shreyanka had just walked off and gone home. Giselle Tham, Nicole and Prisci has begun playing Boggle (or 'Boogle' if you're Nicole Chan).
Thankfully, this time, they were all writing. Oh joy, the class has improved! Tears of joy flooded Ms. Lau's eyes, as they were secreted by her lacrymal glands.
Suddenly, her eyes fell on Lydia. Lydia was smiling and looking around happily, exuding a sense of calm which was rather disconcerting for the poor bio teacher. Her grin widened, reminding Ms. Lau, oddly, of the Big Bad Wolf in Little Red Riding Hood. No prizes for guessing who the wolf was.
A conversation she had overheard the previous week came into mind...

"Hey Lydia," chirped Rivali. "Have you studied for Bio yet?"
"No, I seriously haven't!" said Lydia. "Seriously!"
Ms. Lau wondered what there was to be so serious about.
"Well, YOU have nothing to worry about," said Rivali, "I bet you have a whole Biology Encyclopaedia in your head already, right?"

"Er, no..."
"Erm.. lemme guess, you don't need to study since you're the Bio Queen?"
"Er.. I am the Bio Queen, but I do need to study.."
"Wait, I know! You know everything already, so all you need to do is look at the Bio paper, and green sparks will come shooting out of your eyes and zap the answers onto the paper?"
"What?! You fool!" said Lydia in mock outrage. She punched Rivali playfully, but the punch seemed a little too violent. "Ofcourse I would never do something like that!" Despite what she said,Lydia looked around furtively to make sure no one else had heard their conversation.

Curious, thought Ms. Lau. Curiouser and curiouser. That's what Alice in Wonderland-that wonderful person- once said. She observed Lydia as the crazy pianist looked around the hall to make sure no one was watching. Lydia stopped smiling. With a look of intense concentration, she put her fingers to her temples. Inhaling deeply, she muttered some words to herself. Seconds later, green sparks shot out of her eyes, getting translated into words that inscribed themselves onto the paper in Lydia's trademark handwriting.
"Oh no! Lydia is a demon!" said Ms. Lau, horrified, before sinking to the ground in a dead faint.

"I told you I was correct!" yelled Rivali, jumping into the air with sheer exuberation. "I told you she was a de-" But Rivali was cut short in mid-sentence, as Lydia looked up momentarily, directed another stream of sparks towards her and laughed as Rivali was incinerated into oblivion.
Put her hands to her temples again, Lydia vanished, with a flurry of green sparks and a final cry of 'Liszt!'
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All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Thanks for the idea, Cass. Now no one can sue me.

Yes, I'm bored. This is a form of stress relief okay. And I'm not neglecting my studies by writing this so stop being concerned/gloating depending on the type of person you are.

Yes, I'm writing this out over a period of a few days.

Literature exam today. We were all scared shitless. Before the exam, Yanka suggested that the fifteen of us could 'hold hands and jump off the balcony together.' I'm sure many of us wouldn't have minded. But since we all love life(despite thinking that suicide is acceptable, right Lit girls?) we ~~persevered~~ dragged ourselves down to the exam hall. The first paper was alright. I thought that I could get away with doing the passage-based for Fahrenheit 451, but it turns out that one of the essay questions was a bit more straightforward, so I ended up doing that.
Unseen was bad. I can just imagine the comments...

"Choppy Analysis."
"Slavish and irrelevant copying of material."
"No!"
"NO RELATION TO QUESTION."
"Why...Why.... Why.... Why... Why...."
or
"So?...So?...So?...So?..."
"DROP LIT. WHAT ARE YOU STILL DOING IN THIS EXAM HALL?"

Deanna and I were talking, when Thomsett marks our papers, mine are filled with arrows, followed by "Why?" Deanna goes through the same thing, except hers is "So?"
How sad.

Anyway, I actually had annotated the poem they gave us before! But I was scared that my analysis was off, and once I saw taht there were THREE questions, I just did prose as usual.

Whose Life Is It Anyway was.... I don't know. Atleast there were no questions like "Is the medical profession being threatened by the intervention of the law? Explain with close reference to the novel." or something. But that doesn't mean I answered any better. But I felt that going thru all those essays in class helped? I don't know, I think that for the first time I actually went in for a Lit exam knowing that if I did badly, it would be my fault- not the teacher's fault or me being sick or whatever. Hmmm.. I think I preferred it when I had a scapegoat to vent out all my frustrations on.

Anyway,
Goodbye.
Biology awaits. :)

Olympics Mania

2008-08-20T15:45:00.003+08:00

The bad side of the Olympics?

I got this off a website, and the heading for the post was 'NIGHTMARE WEAVER- Proud to be American.'

" There are so many things wrong with this clip of Matt Lauer and Al Roker's rhythmic gymnastics routine from The Today Show that we don't even know where to begin. The two pranced around in spandex to "Dream Weaver," and the only entertaining part occurred when the other countries' competitors watched from the stands in horror. Go team!"

LOL!

In better news, Michael Phelps did Sports Illustrated Magazine.

It was based on Mark Spitz's iconic picture, taken when he won 7 olympic medals in1972, I think.

Mark Spitz looks better. Haha. Every blog I read says its because of his porn'stache. I don't see why its called porn'stache. My daddy has one. They should just call it a MOUStache.

The rest of Phelp's Sports Illustrated Covers... I like the first and fourth ones better, personally...

To all the Sec Fours: Got your daily fix of topless men? Back to your prelims!
Oh, favourite quote of the week...

Me: And I didn't remember to do question 9b for the AMaths paper until there was ten minutes left, and I couldn't finish it!!!
Lydia: The whole GRAPH QUESTION?? (look of horror on her face)
Me: Don't make me feel bad..
Lydia: (changes tone immediately) Oh, the whole graph question. (waves her hands dismissively)

2008-08-04T00:51:00.002+08:00

I was taking a break after finishing Integration (seriously, can someone just integrate me out of this life? I'm falling sick again a week before the prelims... pretty bad case of "Test Anxiety" huh). Anyway, I was just surfing, and ended up looking through the founders days pics on Mr.Ong's blog. Meera, alot of your favourite seniors are there.. Haha.

Anyway, one particular picture, erm, er- caught my eye.

And, Ladies and Gentlemen, this one picture, I feel, captures the very essence of our much beloved Amanda Soo.

I was sitting on her right and dozing off too, so lucky the camera didn't capture that.

Back to integration!

Founder's Day + James McAvoy + Rhyming.Miming...

2008-07-26T20:36:00.007+08:00

Founders Day 'O8!

It was really really fun.

I'm not going to upload the pictures here, since everythings on facebook. If you don't have a facebook account, get one, unless you're a penguin.

I thought of a wonderful tagline for the dinner:

'Everyone was dressed to kill, but nobody died.' [inject evil laughter in here]

I think the pictures say enough. It was a wonderful night.

Before we started eating when Lydia said grace, I already felt like crying. She prayed that the eleven of us at the table would remain friends even after we leave MGS, and that all eleven of us would attend Founder's Day dinner and sit at the same table, in 10 years time. But I didn't cry because then my make-up would get smeared.

Sorry, that last sentence kind of killed it, huh?

Anywaaay, Yanka ~~Drunka~~ got drunk there, which was totally funny.

Me: Hey, Yanka, looking fabulous!

Yanka: I know... b*tcheshhh..

Me: Er.. are you alright?

Yanka: Ferpectly.

Me: Er... are you... drunk?

Yanka: [bows] Ash alwaysh... (ambles off looking for Vodka)

Mrs. Tee: Wow, Shreyanka, looking nice!

Shreyanka: Give me full marks for AMaths, TEEcher. Haha. Teecher. Haha. Haha. Tee-

Mrs. Tee: [slaps her face and walks off]

ps: Shreyanka didn't get drunk.

Anyway, everyone was looking fabulous, and everyone had fun, and Deanna has 5 secret 'lovers' according to herself- all of them from 4E, and Lydia didn't come wearing a piano, and I didn't trip in my heels (which is an accomplishment).

That about it. Prelims are in a week, and I'm not panicky about it. And I have quite alot of work left so I don't know WHY I'm not panicking, then I'm starting to panic because I'm not panicking, and blah blah blah, blah blah blah. I've come to the conclusion that I'm an idiot.

James McAvoy did Arena Magazine!

He's one of my three favourite actors. The other two are Johnny Depp and Daniel Craig. Not that you needed to know that.

This post is really disjointed. I have NO TIME to post anymore, but I think a hiatus is too drastic.

So, I'll just be posting short posts. Or disjointed ones. Like this one.

Today was fun, we all spoke in rhyme,
and ended up having a great time!

It started with Shreyanka telling us,
about something Nic Chan said.
She said "You're not cool, you mule,"
and that phrase got stuck in our heads.

So we all decided to speak in rhyme,
Xing Yi tried to speak through mime.
Trying to do that consumed our day,
we didnt focus in class in any way.

I remember asking Hilary,
something that pissed her off.
I said "do you think Bio is too dry-o?"
That really made her scoff.

~~Lydia~~ Xydia meanwhile was playing air piano.
cuz she has.. well, nothing better to do. (joking, lyddie!)
Yet she became one of the best in this rhyming game,
over which she made much ado.

Xing Yi, Cass and Lydia Yeo,
Me, Shreyanka and darling Prisci
Were some of the ones raring to go,
and make rhymes, about evil griscis.

In case you're wondering what a grisci is,
I'll have you know that one of our,
tactics were to make up words
when we could create rhymes no more.

We rhymed in school, and rhymed at play,
we rhymed the whole damn day away.
And yelled at those who scoffed at us,
those idiots kicking up a fuss.

But the best rhyme was during Geography,
made by our dear Hew Xing Yi.
Lydia Yeo said "This is so hard,"
Xing Yi said "Only if you hit your head."

There was total silence after that. Then after a while Nicole Heng I think, said "Erm... that doesn't rhyme..." And Xing Yi was like "Oh dear, I'm such a bad rhymer!" And she put her head down on the table and even started blushing!
It was quite funny seeing Hew Xing Yi blushing. She was one of the two people I thought I'd never see blushing. The other person is Yanka :)

Goodbye.... (runs away from Yanka)

The Ode to Edna Mode

2008-07-06T12:18:00.003+08:00

Hello. Lauren recently told me that I haven't updated my blog for "one month and one day." Well, sorry. I did update, about a week ago. It was a wonderful little poem about an imaginary person called Edna Mode. Unfortunately, something went wrong, and the tagboard for my other blog got posted here? Oh well.

Anyway, this imaginary person called Edna Mode has been very rude to me lately. For example, I keep on dreaming that,for some reason, she's teaching 4E english. I also dream that she is beeing horribly unfair to me. 99% of the people reading this know exactly who Edna Mode is, so I won't bother keeping up the pretence.

The Ode to Edna Mode

Who wears the same skirt everyday
and a snakeskin belt thats clearly faux?
Her hair like writhing snakes of grey,
the only thing she says is "no."

She thinks her waist is at her chest,
and wears her skirt accordingly.
I'm telling you, if she dropped dead,
the news would be received with glee.

She scurries quickly into class,
digging through the earth like a mole.
Nobody bothers to greet her cuz,
she looks like a dead and rotting troll.

And smells like one too, may I add,
even garlic doesn't smell as bad.
We tried perfume- it didn't work.
We learnt you can't sanitize dirt.

She drones on about verbs and speech.
What's wrong with her? She just can't teach.
Her and her stupid 'apology letters.'
I've seen roadkill that looks better.

"Girls!" she squeals, in anger while glaring,
but we don't care; We're just past caring.
"Silence! Or into the Bey-THAH system your names will go!"
4E just glares at its eternal foe.

15 years later, 4E's grown old.
They're rich and succesful, all have struck gold.
Denise and Ding have gone into business,
selling designer matresses. (Cuz they sleep alot.. you know?)

Hilary's director of "The Bimb" magazine,
Nicole Heng is Beck's wife- she's living her dream.
Cassandra's in politics, Supreme Ruler of Asia, (she paid me to write this)
Lauren's a world-class engineer.

Shreyanka is rich, selling designer wines,
Tricia's spokesmodel for a fashion line.
Lydia is a famous, reknowned composer
And Deanna is... a rock.

And while they were all happily living,
their wonderful and wealthy lives
the aforementioned troll was still teaching
in MGS; She was ninety-five.

Over the years she had not mellowed,
her students still looked upon her with dread.
Nothing had changed but her skirt which was now
pulled up so high, it engulfed her head.

She lived alone with her fourteen cats,
and two parrots who would not speak.
Once they angered her so much that she
took a bath for an entire week.

See, this old hag was prone to fits,
times when all sense would leave her.
once she hacked a table to bits
with a huge, meat-chopping cleaver.

She spent all day marking work,
which her students did haphazardly.
If she ever saw some trivial mistake,
she'd pounce upon it with glee.

Over time her neighbours got wary,
kids thought her evil cackles were scary.
You see, talking to cabbages everyday,
was just not normal, people would say.

And chopping carrots all day long?
While singing Barney's annoying theme song?
Threatening her parrots to 'talk or die'
and yelling at the pizza guy.

They called up Woodbridge, one rainy day,
and amidst the downpour's oppressive gloom,
Edna Mode was dragged away,
kicking and screaming towards her doom.

Mwahahaha.

Did you like it? It would be fun if we analysed this poem for lit. :D Hahaha.
I'm kinda sleepy now, *yawn*
Goodnight, merkel.

Crazy Holidays

2008-06-10T15:46:00.006+08:00

I have to go for Bengali tuition TWICE this week, to make up for classes I missed earlier. My Bengali holiday homework is the pits. Our schoolteacher gave us a pile of homework. On top of that, my tuition teaacher is making me memorize 90458729458 compos because I have 'no hope' of writing one on my own. Hello? According to her, if I do well in a bengali exam, it because the paper was easy. If I do badly, its because I suck at the language. Double standards.

UPDATE: That was last week. This week, I had CIP, so I didn't go for Bengali Tuition at all, sadly.

The bengali school-homework is not so much that I can't do it. But add that to Bengali tuition homework, plus all my school holiday homework? NOT POSSIBLE. I mean I'm fine with doing school homework. Today, I happily sat down and finished one of the physics testpapers. The only thing I can't stand is Bio and Bengali, but atleast Bio is in English ~~which is probably why Ms. Lau hasn't been bombarded with spitballs yet.~~ Kidding. I'm not that mean.

I wonder what all our dear friends are doing for the holidays....

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have now reached an altitude of 35000 feet and..."
The pilot's voice faded into the background, as the cabin lights were switched on. Shreyanka sat in seat 1A, in First Class. The rest of her family was somewhere else on the plane, but who cared where they were? She had, of course, intimidated her parents into letting her fly First Class.
"Ma'am, would you like a drink?" asked the stewardess. "We have coke, sprite, orange juice-"
"Yeah, do you have... Dom Perignon?"
"Yes, but Ma'am, minors are not allowed to have alcoholic drinks..."
"I ain't a minor..." Shreyanka pulled out her fake ID and threw it at the stewardess. "Now could I have summa that bubbly?"
The stewardess began pouring out a glass for her, but Shreyanka grabbed the whole bottle and ignored her until she walked off.

Shreyanka switched on the inflight entertainment system. She scrolled through the movies available, while sipping her champagne.
"Hmmm.. PG? Nahh," she muttered. "NC16, NC16.. R21! Oh goody. R21 for... drug references, and excessive use of vulgarities. That's my type of movie." She was settling down to watch the movie, when she caught sight of a fellow passenger being served his dinner.
The man was British- a caucasian, which automatically meant that the stewardess was paying special attention to him. "You chose the shredded chicken breast with vegetables sauteed in white wine, did you?" the stewardess said, as she put a tablecloth on the table. "Ooh, our breast- I mean chicken breast is wonderful... Really." She giggled in a high-pitched voice.
Shreyanka rolled her eyes. She had half a mind to ask the stewardess if she was related to Hilary. Scratch that, she just wanted to punch the stewardess. Shreyanka watched with narrowed eyes, as the stewardess placed a napkin on the table, folded into the shape of a swan. She then placed the cutlery, wrapped in a paper napkin- WAIT A MINUTE. Paper napkin?? PAPER??
(ps: I know they don't use paper napkins in First class, but for the sake of the story...)

"Dammit!" yelled Shreyanka, flinging her champagne aside (wow, she must have been really angry to have actually let go of any alcoholic drink). "Paper napkins? Why can't you use cloth?? Save the trees, man."
"I beg your pardon," said the Briton, looking highly affronted.
"Harh? What you want?" demanded the stewardess, her polished facade slipping as she reverted to her Singaporean roots.
"I said save-the-effing-TREES, dumbass!" Shreyanka grabbed the paper napkin, and stuffed it into a box labelled 'Recycle' which she had stowed under her seat.

The stewardess rushed to get the pilot.
"Ma'am, is there a problem?" he asked calmly.
"YEES!" screamed the stewardess. "The ploblem ees-" Shreyanka punched her aside. (Btw, incase you haven't figured out by now, I detest SIA stewardesses.)
"It doesn't matter what the 'ploblem' is, because I'm getting out of here!!" shrieked Shreyanka madly. "Where are we now?"
"Somewhere over France, but-"
"Perfect! I love France!"
Opening her bag, Shreyanka extracted a full set of parachuting apparatus. Clutching her bottle of Dom Perignon, she put on the parachute, opened the door of the plane somehow, and jumped off the plane. She waved to her astonished sister as the plane flew past her.

The horrified passengers could only look on in amazement as Shreyanka, dressed in a bright red jumpsuit, plumetted downwards.
A faint "Au revoir....bitches!" was heard as they settled back into their seats.

"I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me."
Hunter S. Thompson (1939 - 2005) A distant cousin of Yanka?

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Amanda tapped her foot on the ground loudly. What was supposed to be a 'Rustic Journey through France on Foot' had turned into a geological expedition for Deanna. They were only halfway through their trip, and already, she was being forced to carry her own backpack, Deanna's backpack, and another backpack full of different types of rocks. Deanna, meanwhile would skip around the countryside happily, ever on the lookout for -you guessed it- rocks.

"Amanda, come look! Look at this rock!" Amanda walked towards Deanna slowly; The look on her face clearly showed that she had tried to suppress her anger for too long a time, and was goingt to explode soon. You know, the look Mrs. Tee gets every time she sees us? Yeah, that one. "Amanda," continued Deanna, "looik at this rock! Its green in colour, so it probably contains glauconite or chlorite, but I've never seen a rock with such an odd tinge of green before and-"
"Maybe its just fungus," said Amanda pointedly. She grabbed the rock and flung it as far as she could, away from Deanna.

"Ouch!!" yelled someone. Amanda looked upwards (or downwards. actually, since her head was above the clouds). It seemed like the rock she had flung had hit someone in the air.

"Maybe its a bird," said Deanna.
"Birds don't talk, you twit," said Amanda, who was obviously in a bad mood. Turning around, the saw a huge red parachute come sailing out of the sky.
"What's that? Its.... its holding a bottle of vodka... YAAAAANKA!!!"
Yanka landed gracefully. "Sup...bitches?" she said.

Amanda gulped. She looked at Yanka, then at Deanna,then back at Yanka again. One was clutching a bottle of vodka and caressing it, and the other was talking to a rock. Amanda ran as fast as she could. She did not look back.

"No matter how far you travel or how much you run from it, can you ever really escape your past?" No Amanda, I'm telling you, that Deanna will be back to haunt you.

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A crowd was forming in the middle of Orchard Road. Cassandra sighed. She hated crowds. They slowed her down, and this particular crowd was preventing her from going to Kinokuniya and buying the new, special edition of "Chemistry for People Who Are so Smart They Actually Can Understand This Book." Elbowing people out of the way, she pushed her way to the front of the crowd, to see what the commotion was about.

Hew Xing Yi was kneeling, right there in the middle of the road. She was surrounded by a strange assortment of apparatus, including something that looked like an ancient typewriter with a stuffed gorilla arm attached to it. Xing Yi was holding an enormous magnifying glass and looking at something lying on the road.

"Oh hello Cass," said Xing Yi conversationally. "Look, I found a faerie.." Stepping closer, Cassandra knelt down to look at it. It had six legs, and had yellow and black stripes.
"THAT'S A BEE!!!" Cassandra's face turned purple with anger, and she glared at Xing Yi angrily.
"No, its a faerie. See its face?"
"No, but I see its antenna."
"Well, now that I've found a faerie," continued Xing Yi, oblivious to Cassandra's growing anger, "I suppose the doorway to Faerieland is nearby.
"Faerieland doesn't exist."
"You see, Faerieland is in the fourth dimension, so there must have been a tear in the fabric separating our world from theirs."

"That's great, Narnia-girl, but-"
"No no, Cassandra," said Xing Yi calmly, patting Cass's shoulders with the magnifying glass. "Narnia is fiction. This is-"
"REAL? If you say 'real' I'm going to punch you and-"

Someone in the crowd began laughing. Cassandra turned on the unsuspecting man immediately. "Listen, homo, do you know what the molecular formula for methyl ethyl ketone is??" The poor man stuttered, unable to do much more in the face of her fury.
"Its also called butanone, and it formula is C4H8OCH3(CO)C2H5. Did you know that? DIN'T THINK SO.... Get out!" The man ran away, tripping over his own feet in his haste.
Cassandra turned back to face Xing Yi, fists clenched and chest heaving with anger.

"Cass," began Xing Yi again. Cassandra snarled at her. "You're scaring the faerie. You see, faeries are generally not used to the way humans speak, the frequency is too low for them to pick up, and-"
Just then the 'faerie' began buzzing angrily. It flew up, stung Cassandra on the nose, and then crawled away.
"Oh well, I guess it wasn't a faerie," said Xing Yi peacefully, and started packing up her apparatus.
"Life is so unfair," sighed Cassandra.

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Lydia loitered in the street corner, looking around furtively. She was wearing black pants, and a black sweater over a black t-shirt. A black cap was pulled low over her face, almost totally obscuring it. She hummed the tune from X-men to herself. Suddenly, a huge, sleek limousine pulled up at the curb. Looking around once more, Lydia opened the door, jumped in, and slammed the door shut. The limo sped off immediately, rubber tyres squeling as it accelerated to a speed of over 200 km/h.

"Don't break the speed limit, or I'll book you," Lydia told the driver conversationally. She pressed a button, and immediately, Liszt's Piano Sonata in B minor began playing softly in the background.
"Aaah," said Lydia, leaning back into her seat, "the advantages of being a world-famous pianist. Its a pity singaporeans don't know about me," she continued, talking to herself. "Classless creatures... children of filth... MWAHAHAHA." Lydia laughed to herself.
Suddenly, her finely tuned ears picked up the sound of a police siren. Apparently, limos weren't allowed in Singapore.
Narrowing her eyes, Lydia took out a gun, leaned out of the window, and aimed for the police car. Four shots later, the police car ground to a halt, all of its tyres flat.
"Stop picking your nose, or I'll book you," Lydia told the chaffeur, seemingly oblivious to the fact that possesion of a weapon, use of a gun, and firing at civil servants -all of which she was guilty of- was totally illegal. The limo screeched to a stop outside a private airport.

By then, Lydia had changed into a Versace gown she had bought recently. She got out of the limo gracefully, and entered a waiting private plane. The plane ride passed uneventfully, except for the fact that Lydia threw one of the stewardesses out of the window for not being able to pronounce 'debilitating' properly. (Those in Geog elective will understand) When another stewardess pointed out that firing random words at people and asking them to pronounce it was not normal, Lydia kicked her out too. She spent the next fifteen hours playing 'Claymates' on the inflight entertainment system.

Upon landing in Rome, Lydia was immediately whisked away to the world-famous Teatro dell'Opera di Roma, where she went backstage, preparing for her upcoming concert.
"Humidifiers.. I want HUMIDIFIERS!!" she shrieked at her hapless attendants as they scurried around. "Do you want my fingers to become dry? Huh? You... commoners may be perfectly fine with living with unmoisturized fingers, but I.. I, am the great Lydia Yeo, and I SHALL ONE DAY RULE THE WORLD AND- oh, you found a humidifier? Thanks..."

20 minutes later, Lydia was onstage. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," she began cordially, addressing her 2000- strong audience of secretaries, ministers, presidents, pop stars and other influential figures. "For those of you in the audience who can't speak English, bonjour, aloha, whatever, I suggest you go learn it." She walked over to the piano- Lizst's own piano, a spotlight following her. Seated, she turned to face the audience again.
"Oh, President George Bush? I know you're somewhere in the audience. Yeah, I-hate-you. You. Are. A. Texan. Monkey." Fingers poised over the piano momentarily, she took a deep breath and began playing one of her compositions, relaxing as the familiar tune overwhelmed her senses.
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Hmmm. I wonder about the newspaper headlines that will be published because of my friends?

" The Power of the Phrase 'I Want': How One Girl Intimdated People Into Giving Her Everything She Wanted"- Ding, that's you.

"Lovesick Teenager Tries To Climb A Tree and Get into SS Teacher's House; She Falls Off and Breaks a Leg, Teacher Watches and Laughs Gleefully." You know who this is. Meera.

"16year-old Allegedly 'hates everybody in the whole wide world.' Doctors Investigating Mental Breakdown." Su-lickles!!

"Deranged Fan of David Beckham tries to Kill Victoria; Fails and is Arrested." -Duh, this is Nicole Heng.

"Weird News: Schoolgirl Lands in Hospital After Tripping Over Her Own Feet." - You know this is Cheryl Seah.

"MGS Girl Arrested Over Killing of 'Bobo'."- April, who'll probably kill me too after reading this.

"Weird New: The Teen Who Thinks She's A Goat."- Giselle ~~The Goat~~ Tham

"New Element Discovered: Saladium. Next, Genius Discovers Cure for AIDS."- Sarah, Sally, Salad, etc :D

"100 metre World Record Broken by Singaporean Dashing After 'Hot Guy'."- Hilary. But then again, you probably guessed it already.

"MG Girl Goes Crazy and Tries Kill People; Nickname- 'The Axe-murderer'." - This is SO Ying Er. Haha.

"Schoolgirl Accidentally Falls Into the Lions' Enclosure in Zoo, then Falls Asleep Instead of Trying to Escape." - I was tempted to say 'Yanka on drugs' but no, its Denise.

Enjoy your last day of the Holidays! :DDD

Don't Click Here

2008-06-10T13:34:00.005+08:00

The Chronicles of Five Idiots

2008-06-06T12:43:00.000+08:00

Hey hey. Last few days were hilarious.

Went out with (in alphabetical order, for no reason at all) Amanda Soo, Deanna Heng, Hew Xing Yi and ~~Xydia~~ Lydia Yeo for the Narnia movie.
It was hilarious. Not the movie, but the whole bunch of us. Actually, the moive was quite funny too. *Realises she doesn't have a point and moves on*

So, we went to Cine by bus. I kept on bumping into people and accidentally kicking/elbowing them every time the bus jerked. Sigh. Oh, upon entering the bus, Amanda Soo immediately found a place to sit down. I guess she didn't want to be mocked at because her head was touching the hand holds, huh? Because not only was I there, trying to poke fun at her every move, Evil Deanna and Nasty Lydia were there too. Oh, the horror of it all, being crushed between them on the long, arduous journey to Orchard. Every now and then, Lydia would furtively hide the MGS logo on her tie and kick an old lady, or some young child out of the bus. Deanna would throw rocks at them and laugh evilly as they scrambled, unsuccessfully, to get back into the bus.

An accurate representation of the bus ride. That thing Deanna's holding is a rock, by the way.
And yes, I suck at paint.

Anyway. We went to Cine and bought the tickets (and Xing Yi tried to buy front-row tickets, thinking they were the back row). Me and her also started singing Relax by Mika, which is really really high-pitched, while standing on two sides of Amanda. Amanda's face became like totally emotionless, as if she couldn't believe how idiotic some people could be. Poor Amanda. Really, Rivali and Xing Yi, you two should stop doing such mean things to people...

Then we went up to Pastamania for lunch, and the guy at the counter must have seriously thought there was something wrong with us. Deanna and Amanda ordered their food normally, which was an accomplishment in itself. Then was Sotong's turn. You know at the Pastamania counter, there's this tray with the different types of pasta we can choose from right? So, when the guy asked Sotong which pasta she wanted, instead of pointing at it, she picked up a handful and tried to give it to him. Then he was like 'No.. no, that's just for display!" or something, so Sotong put it back..... in the wrong section. Then she tried to get it out, but it got stuck, so finally the guy who was like doubled over with laughter told her to leave it.

Then was Xydia's turn. She ordered the food, and held out her hand, clutching the money, in the guy's general direction. Then she started talking animatedly to me, her back turned to him, with her hand still held out. But its not like the poor guy could snatch the money out of her hand right? So he was just waiting.. and waiting... and waiting... Until finally he said in a really feeble voice "Erm.. er.. excuse me.. er, yeah.." If you think about it, that's not really saying anything at all, is it, since, well it didn't mean anything. Anyway, Lydia handed him the money and flounced off.

I considered trying to pay my $10 in coins, but the poor guy looked a bit disoriented, and I didn't have enough coins anyway. Only extortionists like Hilary carry so much of change in their pockets, right, Hil? (She was shrieking at everyone to pay up for some physics stuff today. Like the moment someone walked into class, "OII!! PAY UUPPPPP!!" And yes, my eardrums have burst.)

So, we had lunch, which was quite good. But I discovered something new. Not only do my specs get foggy when I go from a cold place to a warmer place, they also get foggy wwhen the steam. from. hot. food. condenses. on. them! How wonderful. I kept on sticking my face at various angles over my pasta so that my glasses would fog up. Amanda Soo, as usual, sitting opposite me, was glaring at me and generally giving me looks which clearly said things like 'You're-such-an-idiot'.
Meanwhile, Xing Yi was reverting back to her alter-ego called Sotong.

Me: Xing Yi! Why are you looking so stoned?
Xing Yi: Er.. this is the time I usually take a nap, so...
Me: Haha, Sotong!! You can sleep in the movie hall!
Xing Yi: [stares blankly at me, and then turns away without answering]

Hmmm, Xing Yi, you've joined the legions of people who ignore all the stupid things I say. You have failed me. :D

Oh, yeah, one of the waitresses asked us whether we wanted more water, so we said yes. Then she collected all our cups and walked off. Er, aren't you supposed to bring the jug around and pour it into the cups?

Lydia: Hey, if she gives us back the same cups, then we won't know whose is whose!
Me: That's okay.. We can all share right.. Except for Deanna because she's HIV positive..
Deanna: Huh?? I- I- erm.. not- er...er..

She kept on spluttering for a while. Its fun seeing people splutter. Like Ms. Lau and Ms. Or? "Girls...GIRLS! S-s-s-stop! Pay atte-attention! Y-y-yanka, put that..that bottle of-of.. erm... er.. Vodka away.. n-n-now!"
Anyway, sorry Deanna for making up rubbish.

Yeah, then we went for the movie. It was really really good.

William Moseley- The High King Peter

Ben Barnes - Prince Caspian
Deanna was gushing over Caspian throughout the movie

Skandar Keynes - King Edmund

Everyone is arguing over who's the hottest out of these three. I think they're all equally hot. But, who needs them, when you have....Caspian's uncle. He was so hot. Loved. The. Nose. (Note the sarcasm.)

Yeah, the movie was good, but I think I annoyed Lydia with my comments on the movie..

[Aslan appears onscreen, and hope is seen once more in the eyes of the Narnians. Fur shining, mane blowing in the wind, he roars mightily, sending the Telmarines scuttling for cover. He begins admonishing the Narnians for not believing in him, all these years.]
Me: Lions don't talk.
Lydia. [elbows me really. really. hard.]

That's all for now folks. This time, its not my dogs who are dragging me away from the computer, its my sister who wants to watch the 984839747263 anime episodes she watches everyday. And, Sarah Chua, I shall never forgive you for introducing Bleach to her, that evil thing which started it all. Have a nice day, everybody! :DD

ps: Deanna, this is how 'Caspian' looks with short hair. See? I actually went to find the picture for you! I am such a kind person.

Obama Claims Democratic Nomination

2008-06-04T16:11:00.004+08:00

Obama Claims Democratic Nomination

“After 54 hard-fought contests, our primary season has finally come to an end,” Obama told cheering supporters in a victory celebration in St. Paul, Minn., at the site of the convention that will nominate his Republican opponent in the fall, Sen. John McCain of Arizona.
“Tonight, I can stand here before you and say that I will be the Democratic nominee for the president of the United States of America.”

Obama, 46, of Illinois, hailed his Democratic rival, Sen. Hillary Rodham Clinton of New York, for having “made history in this campaign, not just because she is a woman who has done what no woman has done before, but because she’s a leader who inspires millions of Americans with her strength, her courage and her commitment to the causes that brought us here tonight.”
“Our party and our country are better off because of her, and I am a better candidate for having had the honor to compete with Hillary Rodham Clinton,” Obama said.

But after splitting the last two primaries of the election campaign with Obama, Clinton refused to give him the unalloyed victory he sought.
In a speech to supporters in New York, Clinton said it had been “an honor to contest these primaries with him” and declared that she was “committed to uniting our party so we move forward stronger and more ready than ever to take back the White House this November.”
But she emphasized that she had won more votes in primaries and caucuses than Obama, and she pointedly said she would “be making no decisions tonight.” Instead, she said she would consult with party leaders in the next few days to determine her next step.
Aides said that was a strategic decision to preserve her leverage to negotiate over policy disagreements and the possibility that she would join Obama’s ticket as the vice presidential nominee.

I think Clinton's just being a spoilsport. (Oh, just a note before you keep reading, I'm not here to impart my mature views to all of you, so words like 'dumbass,' 'just shut up', etc will be popping up in this post.)
Yep. I read an article about a week ago where a huge percentage of Obama supporters would vote for McCain if Clinton won, and vice versa. After all this, shouldn't Clinton try to bring the Democratic party together instead of refusing to concede defeat? She may have won the South Dakota primary, but Obama's clinched the number of delegates needed already.
I never really supported either one of them. Like on my facebook page, I support both Clinton and Obama, which lead to my sister lecturing me on being indecisive. Anyway, whoever becomes President, hopefully he/she can undo some of the damage that George ~~Dumbass~~ Bush has created over the years. ~~Maybe my colleagues in Iraq will soon be left alone.~~

Its so funny that the American elections have interested most young singaporeans more than the Singapore elections.

American schoolteacher: Good morning, boys and girls. Do you know that Obama has clinched the democratic nomination?
Students: [cheering/gasping in surprise/falling of their chairs/etc]

Singaporean schoolteacher: Hello, children! Guess who won the elections? The-
Students: (in a united monotone) PAP.
Some smartass: Really? How unexpected! [gets sent to detention]

American schoolteacher: Yes. However, Clinton refuses to concede defeat, only saying that she will “be making no decisions tonight.” Meanwhile, McCain has critiscised Obama for _________, which I think is an excellent point to raise. Now...

Singaporean schoolteacher: Meanwhile, Chee Soon Juan has critiscised the Lee family about ___________ and has subsequently been put in jail. He deserves it, according to the newspapers. Now.. OI! Wake up!
Students: -____-

My dog is glaring at me. He wants a back massage and I've been steadily ignoring him for the past hour. I better go now. King Bowser awaits.

Snapshots of My Life, 27th May 2008

2008-05-27T23:25:00.005+08:00

I'm so confused today. Like, everything is literally whizzing by, getting caught in my hair, lifting me up and putting me down. And no, I'm not being Emo.

Facebook: Did they just postpone FFAFuture? Er....

Chem marks: One more mark, one more mark, one more mark. You know, I did so badly for Amaths but I don't really care. I know I can pick myself up. But Chem? I was counting on you. I know combined with my CA1 its still an A1, but after trying so hard I feel so cheated. I told myself, its okay if you do badly for Chem and Physics, because you really prepared for it. Physics was okay, but what does it say when I put in so much of effort and still do badly? That I'm stupid? That, as much as I try, I'll never be able to do well? That, basically I suck? Yeah, I think thats about it.

Bio: On another note, I got a B3 for Bio... and I don't give a shit! HAHAHAHAHA... Hahahaha... haha.. ha... ha. *stops laughing and stares at the screen blankly*

ACS(I) talk: It was interesting. Me and my mum were there with Sotong and her mum. I could literally see hearts in Xing Yi's eyes when they started talking about all those philosophical questions. Later when we were walking around at the different subject booths, I totally ignored Bio (refer to previous paragraph on my immense love for the subject), like didn't even go to the booth. Me and Xing Yi spent almost half an hour at the Visual Arts booth though. I didn't know she was so interested in art, and it was a suprise, albeit a pleasant one.

ACS guy: Hi, do you have any questions on art?
Me: Yeah, what are the qualifications needed to-
ACS Guy: Nothing.
Me: Huh, as in, no O-levels or-
ACS Guy: Nope. Nothing.
Me: Oh...
ACS Guy: Actually, there are two students who had never taken art before, and they joined art. They both got 7 points in the finals...
Xing Yi: (Talking about herself) If you can't draw or paint, how do you take art?
ACS Guy: Err.. erm... ah, let me get my teacher.. erm.. yeah.. er.. (runs to the teacher)

But the teacher was really good at explaining everything. He showed us the different installations made by the pupils, and explained all the things you could do other than drawing or painting. It was good.

Then, at the English booth, some guy was explaining the curriculum to us. And when I saw him, the first thing that came to mind was Xiao Hui. Seriously, like he was bouncing up and down and talking in the same was as her, as he was always like smiling. So funny!
And then, suddenly, while he was explaining that 'English' there was basically Lit [I love! But I fail :(], suddenly, this yellow... thing collided with him.
It was Xiao Hui.
"Hello, this is my brother you know! Hahahahaha."
I could see Salad behind her, her face all red. Ooh, Salad, i haven't seen you blushing for a long time. Was it because of all the guys there? Tsk tsk.
Anyway, then Xiao Hui was like "Hello! HELLO!" at all of us. Then she whacked her brother and pointed to Sotong. "Oi! She looks like Huang Bi Ren right?"
Her brother was kind of speechless. Sotong also had a very blank look on her face.
Then she walked off, came back a few seconds later, told her brother to keep some guitar for her and went off.

Haha, oh 2e.

Amanda Soo and the bus-ride home: If Amanda had any doubts about me being a complete idiot, after today I'm sure they have all been completely erased. My mom said that she was around Coronation Plaza, so she could pick me up from the NJC bus stop. So, I got into a bus, since so many of them pass NJ right? Amanda was taking that bus too. First thing I noticed, you know those handholds hanging from the ceiling of the bus? Yeah, they were touching her head! Hahaha. She did not seem very amused by my observation though. Anyway, she claimed she didn't know where she lived so I was quite confused.

Me:I think I can get on quite a few buses.
Amanda: Oh.
Me: Because my mom's picking me up at NJC.
Amanda: Oh.
Me: My mom's a teacher there.
Amanda: Oh.
Me: I'm lying.
Amanda: Oh... Oi!!

Anyway, I pressed the stop button one bus stop ahead of the NJ one, and then I realised it was the wrong bus stop, so I didn't get off. And I think the bus driver was kind of pissed? Then they stopped at the NJ bus stop, and as I was about to get off, I realised that though my mum had said 'NJ bus stop' she meant the bus stop opposite Chinese High. So, I didn't get off again, and when I finally got off, Amanda seemed kind of relieved. Sorry Amanda!

The Bookshop: Went there to buy correction tape, and there was this little imp of a primary school girl opening cupboards she was not supposed to and basically being really mischievous. Until the bookshop auntie scolded her. Guess who it was?

Maya Rajah.

Dear Meerems, I guess it runs in the family huh?

Evan's blog: I just went to evan's blog. I'm so happy she posted about Ms. "Blek's"- or who she calls, "Ms. K's"- behaviour. Its good to see that someone spoke up about the horrible, unprofessional and atrocious behaviour of a teacher who should belong in the zoo.. ~~as food for the lions.~~
Also, her message to people whining about the mid years:
"To all who did badly for mids: Does it matter? It's the o levels which count anyway. So what if you get a hundred for all your subjects? Does it really make a difference in your o level grade? Who knows, the one who gets a hundred might get over confident and fail in the end. Who knows? Study hard, the whole of june is yours to spend."

I shall stop whining. My sucky mid-year marks are my fault. Thanks, all those who said that its partially due to my illness, but still, its my fault for not taking care of myself. Try harder for prelims.
I'm sorry, Su-lyn, if I pissed you off about Chem today.

I'm going to sleep now. My dogs are trying to get into the room. I pretend to be stern and tell them to sleep in the living room, but I always let them in in the end.
By the time I wake up? Banjo's on my bed, curled up somewhere near my feet. Bim's sitting on the floor and glaring at Banjo cuz he's too heavy to lift himself onto the bed. Bowser's curled up on the rug near the door, snoring away in all his glory. He's snoring here right now in fact. Bowser dreams, its so cute when he moves in his sleep.
Funny thing, these three dogs. They don't speak at all, but they bring me more comfort than a room full of people. Banjo, Bowser, Bim, I don't know what I'd do without the three of you.

Mid Year Grievances + After-exam Celebrations!

2008-05-18T14:52:00.007+08:00

Hey hey! Exams are over! Marks are coming out! I don't know why I'm still soundin excited! Woohoo.....

Anyway, went over to vivo with Sotong after the exams. It was really great. <333

We watched Iron Man, which I think is a fantastic movie. Seriously, I love it when superheroes are superheroes because of their brains? Not because of some genetic mutation and blahblahblah. Like, I love Heroes, but its kind of unbelievable that a genetic mutation would allow West to fly, right? AAANYWAY, I had a great time.

Me: Sotong, can I do something I usually do in movie halls?
Xing Yi: What?
Me: Usually I make up an ending for the movie, and talk about it loudly, so the person next to me thinks the movie is ruined for them...
Xing Yi: -____-
Me: So... can I?
Xing Yi: I don't mind playing along!
Me: Okay... [loudly] Wah, you know my mother told me that the guy dies in the end?
Xing Yi: Really??
Me: Yes... HE DIES! (sneaks a look at the person next to me, who seems oblivious) I hate these movies where EVERYONE DIES.
[I realise that the person next to me isn't even listening, and dejectedly start watching the movie]

Walking down Blackmore Drive before that, we saw Cass on the other side of the road...
Cass: Hello!!!
Me and Xing Yi: Hi Cassandra!!!
Me: Where are you going??
Cass: (says something)
Me: Huh? Where? Faerieland???
Cass: What the- Yes, YES, I'm going to faerieland!
Xing Yi: What about POOPOOLAND?
Cass: (falls over and dies in frustration)
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Oh, yesterday, I went over to Su-lyn's house with Meera, Nat, Marisa, Gwenisha, and the Rock (a.k.a Deanna). It was hilarious. I was the first to arrive, and Su-lyn and me were baking cookies ~~from scratch~~ with Betty Crocker's Cookie Mix. Finally, she realised that she couldn't mix it properly, and passed it her domestic help. We flounced out of the kitchen.
Anyway, Meera, Nat and Marisa soon arrived. While they were having lunch, Meera occupied herself with her new hobby.

Looking at Mr. Seow's photos on facebook.

Under the pretext of 'showing them to Nat' she went through EVERY SINGLE PHOTO in EVERY SINGLE ALBUM, one by one by one. She has some portable computer thingy which is really cool, so she was sitting there in the living room and zooming into every picture as much as she could. Sigh.
Even Nat lost interest after a while, but Meerems continued looking at the pics. Occasionally, she'd show us one of the pics and say stuff like "Cute, not?" and "He's so pree-tee!" in this weird accent. I think she was trying to make us think she was being sarcastic, but no one believed her.
She finally stopped when Me, Marisa and Su-lyn threatened to tell Seow about it. Poor thing. Su-lyn tells me that he glares at her whenever he sees her. Don't worry, we know you two love each other... somewhere deep down inside.... erm... really deep.. nope, deeper... keep going....

Anyway, then, we began to do what we do best... PRANK CALLING! Haha, but they didn't prank call any teachers, thank God. We called some guy from Hwa Chong, and Deanna arrived in the middle of it. She began screaming "I'M NOT INVOLVED! I'M NOT INVOLVED!!!!!!" Poor Deanna. Responsibility is a bad thing to have when you're in a room full of morons.

Anyway, we only made one proper prank call. How sad. We're losing touch. Meera did her signature Ali Muthu Mohamed thing to some Hwa Chong guy. Her accent is just so authentic, it was marvellous.

Meera: 'Ello. I Ali Muthu Mohamed. I sell alot of things.. Carpet, paper, roti prata...

And then she went on and on about selling 'Big carpet, small carpet.. medium carpet oso can' and started yelling at the guy after a while. 'Eh, I tell you ah, I call police okay? You tell me you want to buy carpet, then now you say don't want .. huh?' Su-lyn was Meera's daughter I think ('Eh, you don't disturb my father!')And Marisa was pretending to be Meera's nagging wife.

Marisa: Oi, Muthu ah! Hurry up! Muthu, ah Muthu!!!
Meera: I'm coming, my wife! Eh, you better buy carpet right now!
HC Guy: Okay, fine lah..
Meera: What carpet you want? Flying carpet also have!
HC Guy: ???

Haha.. Then I started singing the 'Arabian Nights' theme song from Disney in this weird voice. What a perfect way to destress after the exams.

Then we watched Ps. I Love You. So sad!! Though frankly, I didn't cry. I felt kinda heartless until I saw Deanna yawning and looking at the screen with a totally expressionless face. And MEERA was crying! ALOT. Nothing wrong with that, but Marisa seemed to find it really funny, so whenever Meerems began crying, like when Hilary Swank broke down completely, we had to put up with Marisa's maniacal laughter. -___- Haha.

Anyway, the exams are over, and I am BORED. On top of that, my sister's HOGGING the computer (think 7 hours a day), and the other computers aren't working.

AAAANYWAY, the exams. I shall air out my grievances here.

AMATHS was really really really bad. What kind of a paper was that? Who the hell set it? We all thought it was Mr. Ling and were like cursing him, until Su-lyn it was Mr. Yeo. Oh well, it couldnt have been Mrs. Tee. She's too nice.... right? Right?

EMATHS- what the hell is Ms. ---'s (rhymes with... 'blek') problem? URGH! I CAN'T STAND HER. Who's the most bitter, mean, nasty person I've ever met in my life? Answer: Ms. Blek . She went through our EMaths paper 2 with us. Advice to all those people who haven't gotten EMaths back yet- if you enter the lecture theatre, and see her there? Run. Runrunrunrunrun as far far faaaaaaaaaar away as you can. You don't insult people over and over and over again when you're going through a paper.
"WHO GOT THIS QUESTION WRONG? I'M telling you, you better drop Amaths lah. You can't drop EMaths, but if you can't do this might as well drop Amaths."
"What is wrong with the people who couldn't remember the formula for shoelace method? Huh? This is a throw away question! I'm telling you ah, all of you did so badly for this.."
It may not sound like she said very mean things, but it was the way she said it, in that high pitched whiny voice of hers. And the contempt with which she said it. There was a girl who didn't do very well, and she was just crying and crying because of Ms. Blek.
I mean, I'm damn happy with my marks, I got an A1, but that stupid Ms. Blek made mefeel like a total idiot. Yeah, I didnt remember the shoelace formula, but yeah, I'm not some screwed up maths teacher who cant speak english who everybody hates.
When she accompanied us on the chennai trip, she REALLY annoyed the SJI guys, and being guys they didn't hesitate to make fun of her. But I'm not going to stoop to the level of publicly making fun of any physical shortcomings she might have like the guys did.
Speaking. of. her. English. when she was going thru the midyear paper. I may start hating EMaths because of our dear Ms. Blek. (Bear with my bitchiness please, I am VERY annoyed). Speaking of her- wait you cant even call it English.
Imagine her speaking in a horribly laboured voice. Like "Guss, you oll- cooooooden. effen.... doe.... thar... laberring.."

Ms. Blek: Guss, you oll cooden effen doe thar laberring.
Me: (in a proper English accent, may I stress) Excuse me? Whot did she say?
Ding: I think she said we all couldnt do the labelling.
Ms. Blek: Who is thar idiots-
Me: Who ARE the idiots...
Ms. Blek: ...who cooden doe this quastians?
Me: THESE questions. These. Or 'quastians'.. whatever makes her happy..

This is quite fun. I shall continue.
Anyway, after a while I think Sotong got a bit annoyed with me :) But thanks Hilary for supporting me throughout my monologue of critiscism.

Ms. Blek: Whar cooden you oll doe thar trigarmonetry quastian?
Me: Huh? Why couldn't we all do the trigo- what?
Ms. Blek: Guss, you carnot liff quastians blenk like this. (Girls, you cannot leave questions blank likethis)
Me: Who's Guss?
Ms. Blek: Guss you many of you gort. thees. long! (Girls, you many of you got this wrong!)
Me: WHAAAT? Who the hell is Guss? Is there someone called Guss here?
Ms. Blek: You dlow a perparendicularlarlar laiyn flom heyar to heyar.
Me: What did she just do to the word perpendicular?
Ms. Blek: So, thar answarr is eih-tor-fie-fie.....sex.
Me: 82556? HUH?

And, she kept on making it sound like the whole bunch of us hadn't tried for our exams. I can guarantee that the majority of people in 4E, 4I and 4O HAD tried for their exams. Like, okay, fine, I got your 'soolays methard' wrong, but that doesnt mean I didn't try. I tried damn hard for EMaths. In fact, I tried damn hard for all my subjects, except for bio but that was because i was SICK. And you know what? I bet 90% of the people in that lecture theatre tried damn hard too. For once, I missed Ms. Chuah, because she could speak English, and Mrs. Tee, who knows what professionalism is, and knows how to pronounce it, unlike certain people I could name.

Ahhhhh, that was a long part of the post. *Kicks off shoes and leans back comfortably in chair.* On with my exam grievances!

ENGLISH- Erm , this isn't really smth I'm upset about. My compo was about a villager in Myanmar who survived Cyclone Nargis. So I wrote something about how his infant daughter was playing with his beard. And you know what Ms. Chuah wrote on the side?
"Do Myanmese have beards?"
I was like GOSH, you marked me down for THAT??

Me: Ms. Chuah...
Ms. Chuah:... yes?
Me: Erm, you know this... comment you made? Er.. yes.. I think some Myanmese people have beards..
Ms. Chuah: Oh, are you sure?
Me: Yes, I saw a picture in the newspaper and this man had a beard...
Ms. Chuah: Maybe its an isolated case and-
Me: No-in-the-picture-there-was-this-whole-row-of-men-and-they-were-all-standing-there-and-they-all-had-beards.
Ms. Chuah: -____- Well, don't worry, I wrote that in pencil, so I didn't mark you down for that... Its just.. you know... my little musings... *chuckles to herself*

Haha, it was quite cute..vWhile we're on it, join the facebook group I created- 'Give Ms. Chuah (Edna Mode) A Present for Teachers' Day!'
She's an impartial teacher lah. As in, I'm obvs not her best student, what with the horrible fake Indian accent, and the shrieking in class and all. But she's never marked me down for it.

BIO- I totally crapped it. Sigh, it was like, totally eenie-meenie-mighnie- mo. Is that how you spell it? Hmmm, I don't know, have you ever tried spelling it? I haven't. And I say it quite frequently. How would you spell it? I'll make a poll...

LITERATURE!!! ARRRRGHHHHH! Thomsett came into class yesterday, and said we'd all failed.

Mrs. Thomsett: [writing on the board about a lit essay she wants us to do] Cass and Cheryl Y?: Mrs. Thomsett, can you postpone the deadline (its tmrw- thursday) because we have our Chinese O's on monday.
Mrs. Thomsett: You want me to postpone it? Here I am sitting at my desk, trying to pull out a few marks so that the whole bunch of you will pass...
Lit girls: [fall over and die]
~~Mrs. Thomsett: [laughs evilly and then casually steps over our inert bodies and makes her way back to the staffroom]~~

Bad thing is, she sounded perfectly serious, and kind of pissed off when she was talking about the marks thing? Oh dear, and this year, we can't even blame the teacher cuz Mrs. Thomsett's a good teacher. Last year we could dump all the blame on Ms. Bong (because it WAS her fault) but hmmm... lets think of an excuse for failing lit (we're getting marks back tmrw)... Oh yes, we knew our stuff, but didn't have a good foundation in lit...
[keep scrolling]

... because of Ms. Bong.

Adios, amigos! I'm having an msn convo with salad and huiling. Huilings talking in chinese, and Salad's talking in Japanese. Me? I'm typing in stuff like 'chou san ba' because thats one of the few chinese words I know. Wonderful.

I'm sick.

2008-05-08T19:36:00.002+08:00

I'm sick.

I've got a 39 C fever.

I had such a bad headache, I was crying in pain.

My doctor banned me from studying for yesterday and today.

Worrying about the mid years is NOT helping me recover.

I'm going to fail my mid-years.

Yay. I love my life.

Youtubing! + Bengali SA1 + 4eIsAnnoying

2008-04-24T11:59:00.001+08:00

Hi all! I;m trying this new thing where I do shorter posts, more frequently ~~instead of studying for mid years~~. Yeah. Unfortunately, I have to eat my words, because I started this post a week ago. :(

Anyway, Friday was really fun because we started youtubing during EMath and English! Seriously, our class is the best when it comes to manipulating teachers into letting us procrastinate. But to be fair, we did it only for the nonsense lessons- towards the end of Emaths cuz we had finished the syllabus? No comment for English.

This is one of the videos we watched.

I found this one: She's really improved! Her singing reminds me of Cheryl Seah though!

Mrs. Tee's Reactions to all the videos:
"Girls, is this what you spend you free time doing?"

Erm, yes, unfortunately.

Ms. Chuah's reaction:
She started laughing! HAHAHAAHA.

Ms. Chuah: Girls, this video has no connection to our English lesson.
Yanka: Oi! [highlights the title of the Video which says "In ENGLISH SUBTITLES"]
4E: It does! It shows us how not to speak English!
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I left my quotes book in school :( Nevermind, today was my.. BENGALI MID YEAR EXAM! (Told you, the post is outdated)

Seriously, I've never said so many swear words in my mind over such a short period of time, like, ever.

Grey words are Bengali.

Rivali's Thought process for Paper 1:

Okay, you understand the topics for the letter, right? Okay, pick number 1, cuz you'll be able to write it better... 'Write a letter to your friend describing a family trip to a Mountainous Region.' Just hope that _(a bengali word)__ means mountainous area... or you're screwed. It did mean mountain by the way. Er.. okay.. atleast you know the letter format for an informal letter... OR DO YOU? Maybe theres no difference between the letter formats.. Remember Su-lyn asked you a really long time ago, "How can we be sure that everything we're experiencing is not a figment of our imagination?" Hmmm.. I suppose- wait, Focus, FOCUS! The Bengali Teacher is glaring at you. Robot. Rivali. surveys. scene. Why. is. Bengali.teacher. glaring. at. Robot. Because. everyone. has. written. half. a. page. and. robot. has. not. Hah, it would be fun to be a robot.... AAARGH, FOCUS!

Fifteen minutes later:
[Writing] The morning sun tinted the ice red.... How do you say that in Bengali? Err.. the morning sun turned -ice... red.. colour. Okay... expand on that.. Erm, what are the 1340918734091 Bengali words you memorised last night in a last minute effort to pass? Er... Blood droplets... Escape.. er,,. I know! The red ice made it seem as if blood was flowing from the very pores of the mountain. Er... I guess it'll do. Gosh, I can't believe I actually wrote that.

Later, when writing the compo:
Oh shit, you don't understand even ONE of the three topics you have to choose from. Number 1: Write about a _____ you admire the most... Er does ____ mean play? Or actor.. erm.. (Later I found out it meant LEADER). Nevermind, screw that. No point writing out of point. Haha.No POINT. Out of POINT. Point.. (chuckles to herself) Wait, remember last time, the teacher said that if she caught you laughing, she'd throw you out of class? Okay. Stop laughing. Number 2: ___(long bengali sentence)___ Er.. Hell, I can't even read the words, talk about understanding it! That squiggly line over there.. erm... er... ah.. screw that TOO.. Wow, you're really getting the hang of screwing things.. (Not in the Amrit kind of way though.. *cough*). Hahaha. Amrit's probably doing her exam now too.. So is Yanka... No, Yanka's probably stealing a sip of vodka every now and then.. Helps her "concentrate" haha.. Wait, focus, focus. I should have some sort of 'focus button' on my body. Then everytime I wanted to focus, I'd just press that button... Hmm... That's interesting.. I wonder what kind of buttons my friends would want to have.. For Sotong, I guess she'd probably say something about everyone being different, therefore we should not conform by changing ourselves... For Su-lyn, a 'stop procrastinating' button... For Amrit a "stop being so horny" button.. For Meera? Hmm.. she thinks she's perfect... Errr... FOCUS.. Okay, for the last topic, you understand 3 out of the 4 main words.. Good.. Habits.. Character.. building... ______. Hmm.. _____ must mean constructive. Okay, topic chosen!

Thank goodness, the last word meant 'important', which was pretty close to 'constructive..'

UPDATE: I GOT AN A1!!! I can't believe it! HAHAHAHAHA. I don't get this high for some of my other subjects that are written in English! HAHAHA.

Translated from bengali:

Bengali Teacher: I guess, you think you're the Queen of the World now? Because of ONE A1?
Me: (muttering) I always did, my dear.
Bengali Teacher?: (not hearing) So... you're just going to forget about Bengali now, I'm sure? Concentrate on your other subjects which are undoubtably 'more important'?
Me: No, teacher. There have been still the O-levels. I will keep on tried.
Bengali Teacher: [faints at my grammar]

Anyhoo, darlings, I'm going to sleep now. All three of my dogs refuse to leave my room. Because its going to rain... And when it starts raining, they'll get on my bed. Sigh. AND I'm allergic to fur? Yeah :(

Oh, Cassandra and Sotong, I think you guys are one of the few people in class who actually care about other people. Thanks so much for being there.
You know when it comes to people actually having compassion for others, so much of it is lacking in 4E. There's Ding, Cass and Xing Yi. Then there's the Cheryl Seah gang. I remember last year, they sat at Mr. Yeong's table during recess, because he was all alone? Then there's Lyddie, whom I sincerely feel is a nice person. And then? Not very many more.
I mean, I'm not saying that they're lacking in that care, but you have to show it. I've wasted my bloody time, writing 4 different drafts for that stupid Hua Yu Cool jingle for GEL. I don't even speak the language? And people were saying stuff like "this doesn't sound like a jingle." So fine, I took it as constructive critiscism, and changed it. But AFTER spitting out the finalized version, you bunch of morons couldn't even practice? I mean, I don't give a shit about GEL, I think the MGS version of 'values' differs GREATLY from what true values are. Neither do I give a shit about whether or not the whole bunch of you make bloody fools of yourselves on stage tomorrow. But DON'T make ME waste my time. I have better things to do.
I think what pissed me off the most was.. nevermind. I was going to write her name, then decided against it, then I was going to put 'person X' instead of her name but.. unpleasant memories of Sec 2 surfaced. Haha. You know what happened? In 2e, we were supposed to complete some survey or whatever. So during class time, we were in the com lab with Mr. Seow. Then Mrs. Chen walked in and, keeping with the MGS tradition, we didn't bother to greet her. Then he started yelling at us really badly. (Think Meera x10, thought I'm sorry if I offended either of you by making this comparison) Anyway, I called him Person X and insulted him on my blog.... and months later I found out from him that he had read the post and known who I was talking about.

Yikes.

ANYWAY, what was I saying eons ago about going to sleep? Yeah. Goodnight. (starts to shove dogs out of room)

New Hair!

2008-04-21T00:10:00.005+08:00

New Hair!

No, I didn't rebond it. Its going to be back to halfway-between-wavy-and-curly by tomorrow. Yes, Sotong, I'M A DEFEATIST! :D

My mum said that she'd get me a laptop if I did well for my O-levels. I told her to just get me hair irons (assuming I do well, which I won't). As in, if my fringe gets too long, its starts curling in weird directions, and I can't stand it. Like, I seriously would waste half my time wondering whether I should just go bald. But after AmandaSoo decided to become a skinhead, I was like "No waaaaay.."
Haha.

I initially wanted to rebond my hair, but then, during Band[AGE] I spoke to Lydia. as in, we all had our hair down that day, right?

Lydia: Oooh, pretty hair!
Me: You too! And me? Pretty hair?! Urgh, I hate my hair.. its so wavy... Yuck...I wouldn't mind having straight hair...
Lydia: But then you'd just be like everyone else.

Sotong and Lydia: I feel, the most... profound people in our class. Deanna darling, if you want to be included in this group you'll have to stop biting people okay? Okay!

I'm printing 4e's Hua Yu Cool Jingle for Values Ed.
It's stuck in my head.
I could have done one chapter of Physics instead.
Oh well, guess I'll go to bed.

AAARGH! See what its doing? I'm speaking in rhyme!
Its gets annoying after some time..
I guess I'll communicate through mime-

Oh no! Help! I'm doing it again!
When will this stop? When when when??
I'll just ignore it, nevermind,
guess I'm going outta my mind.
Cassandra will say that I never was sane,
It's not her fault- I'm the one to blame.

Goodnight.
Sleep tight.
The bedbugs won't bite, but I will.
Watch out. I'm coming.
*morphs into a bat and flies out the window*

Stop Animal Abuse

2008-04-14T21:12:00.005+08:00

Hi all.

I was surfing the net, and came across this piece of news about this total JERK, called Guillermo 'Habacuc' Vargas.

'The Costa Rican has been called an animal abuser, killer and worse over claims that a stray dog called Natividad died of starvation after he displayed it at an exhibition last year at the Códice Gallery in Managua, Nicaragua. Vargas tethered the animal to a short leash without food and water under the words 'Eres Lo Que Lees' - 'You Are What You Read' - made out of dog biscuits while he played the Sandinista anthem backwards and set 175 pieces of crack cocaine alight in a massive incense burner. More than a million people have signed an online petition urging organisers of this year's event to stop Vargas taking part. '

He 'paid local children to catch a dog on the street and then confined, starved and publicly displayed the dog as an "art" exhibit until the innocent animal died of starvation.'

If authorites had acted, and condemned his actions, I think some of the damage would have been made up for. Instead, he was elected to represent Costa Rica in "Bienal Centroamericana Honduras 2008,” an event showcasing the works of various artists.

And his reply to the public outcry? "I knew the dog died on the following day from lack of food. During the inauguration, I knew that the dog was persecuted in the evening between the houses of aluminum and cardboard in a district of Managua. 5 children who helped to capture the dog received 10 bonds of córdobas for their assistance. During the exhibition some people requested the freedom of the small dog, which the artist refused. The name of the dog was Natividad, and I let him die of hunger in the sight of everyone, as if the death of a poor dog was a shameless media show in which nobody does anything but to applaud or to watch disturbed. In the place that the dog was exposed remain a metal cable and a cord. The dog was extremely ill and did not want to eat, so in natural surroundings it would have died anyway; thus they are all poor dogs: sooner or later they die or are killed."

You can sign a petition to prevent him from participating at the Bienal here: http://www.petitiononline.com/13031953/petition.html

Please visit this website to learn about what more you can do: http://pluginamp.com/network/node/3575

This is really sickening. If there's one thing I can't stand, its animal abuse. My logic is, atleast human beings can understand what's going on when they're being mistreated. But animals don't. That dog was definitely confused, frightened, and this must have been made worse by his situation.

Guillermo Vargas argued that the dog would have died anyway. Well, if you can pick a starving animal off the streets, tie it to a leash and watch it starve to death, you can surely give it a meal. My aunt in Calcutta feeds all the cats in her neighbourhood, as well as any stray dog that might be around. It's nothing THAT hard to do.
I don't want to post any pictures of the incident, but if you look around, you'll find them, just like I did. They'll make you cry. Please sign the petition. I know its in Spanish, but I translated it under the Google translator, and its the real deal. Please.

April Fool + Olympic Games!

2008-04-01T18:27:00.007+08:00

Hello! FINALLY!

School's been really really busy. You know, I just realized that I haven't been paying attention to the majority of my Bio or Chem lessons for the last month or so. So I've been spending time pulling myself up again. Nasty reminder to pay attention in class. But I was actually motivated to TAKE NOTES in physics okay? Yes.
You know, I was thinking. In Sec 1 I was such an immature prat. Seriously, Amanda Soo and Xianwen will probably be thinking "But she still is now!" or something along those lines, but I was ten, no a hundred times worse in Sec 1. So, after today's physics lesson, I realised how ironic it was that the two teachers I had most disliked in Sec 1 were teaching me in Sec 4.
The first was Mrs. Thomsett. Actually, even in sec 1 I knew that the ill-feelings were unfounded. But anyway, this year I realised that she's such a great lit teacher. And a nice person. And a life saver after Ms. ____ (hint: rhymes with song)took the word 'Literature' out from our lives, stamped all over it, spat on it, and mailed it back to us.
Second is Ms. Or. I couldn't stand her in Sec 1. I still remember not studying at all for the Physics EOYS, and getting 58%. Now I can't even imagine NOT studying for every minor test that comes along. Not only that, I'm actually motivated for physics. Like, Ms. Or really seems to care about our marks? I'm not comparing her to Ms. Cheong (Angel vs. Devil much?) but she's seriosuly quite a good teacher too.

Incase you were wondering, I am NOT about to write a love letter to Ms. Chuah or anything. Nope. I may be in a reflective kinda mood but I'm not dumb.

Speaking of Ms. Chuah.... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

IT WAS APRIL FOOL'S DAY!
Need I say more?

Anyway, let me go in order.
We were all wondering about what pranks we could play on which teachers. So, I was about to tell the whole class to start singing when Ms. Lau came in. But then she walked in and told us to separate our tables, because she was going to give us a test. :(
So we all went into a state of panic. Except for Cassandra and Deanna, I doubt anyone even knew what Ms. Lau had been teaching us over the last few weeks. So after us yelling and screaming alot, Ms. Lau gave out the quiz and told us we could start.
Then she went to write the timing on the board.

"0827 - 0857

Happy April Fools! Haha"

AAAAAAAAARGGGGHHHHH! We all were so... dumbstruck? I seriously never expected Ms. Lau of all our teachers to play a trick on us! Haha it was seriously cool.
All I could do for five straight minutes was laugh and laugh and laugh.

We didn't do anything to Mrs. Tee because the poor thing was sick. She was speaking in a very soft voice, and had been on M.C. yesterday. Get well soon Mrs. Tee! <33>
First, we heard about what 4M had done to Ms. Chuah. Apparently, some one went and told her that the whole class was in the bamboo courtyard. After she went down and found no one there, she returned to 4M to find the whole class seated. Everything was fine, except that they were facing the wrong way. I don't know much, but I heard that they stood up to greet her facing the back of the class even though she was behind them? HAHAHA.

Anyway, we had to have our turn too, right?
So, Ms. Chuah walked in. The first thing she saw was all of us sleeping with our heads on our hands. "Oh, girls, I know what you all are trying to do. I can play April Fools on you all too..." She had obviously decided to take a tough stance on the whole matter.
"Tough stance".....haha..
So, then, she told us that she would switch on the computer and set things up in the meantime, since she probably thought that we would tire of the whole thing. But, we're 4E. When we decide to do something in unison, when we all have a common goal and decide to work towards it- we do it. (The above does not apply to passing the O-levels)
We didn't stop 'sleeping.' After a short while, Ms. Chuah realized that we had all switched places. So anyway, since none of us were replying to her, she began to pick on Yanka, the only one who was awake. Because she had alot of work to do. (Ironic huh? Usually its the other way round!) So she began insulting Yanka..

"So,why are you at the back of the class? Aren't you supposed to be at the front here? Where teachers can keep an eye on you? Its easier to scold you if you're nearer..."
Wow, how insulting. Please, even NAT wouldn't be bothered by something like that. So she kept on making these supposedly mean comments.

Suddenly, Meera ran in.
"Ms. CHU-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! GRACE FELL DOWN AND BROKE HER LEG! HELP US MS. CHUAH! WE REALLY NEED YOUR HELP!"
But even Ms. Chuah isn't that dumb, so she said "I'm sure Grace can take care of herself," and continued fiddling with the computer.

But Yanka was already on the scene. She just walked right out of class.
Then she pretended to see Grace. She returned to class and kept on insisting that Grace had really broken her leg. We could hear someone yelling "Ow..... ouch! Help!" in a totally unconvincing manner out in the corridor, by the way.

So, while Yanka kept on insisting that Grace was in mortal peril, I suddenly remembered that we all were supposed to speak in non-english languages. So I signalled it to her. When I heard Yanka say "Magar Ms. Chuah, suniye to.." something something, I started laughing at the 'Oh-shit-they've-cooked-up-something-else' look on Edna Mode's face. By then the whole class was sniggering. Nicole Heng, next to me, was buzzing as usual. You know, Nic doesn't laugh, she buzzes? HAHA.

Anyway, once Yanka got the ball rolling with the Hindi thing, the whole class followed suit. At first, people were saying proper Japanese words, but it quickly deteriorated to things like "Suzuki" and Toyota!" and "Bonjour".
On the other end, me and Yanka were yelling HIndi swear words like 'Saleh kutti!" at her. Someone even yelled 'Pantat!!!' which is backside in Malay. See? I told you we're such a ...globally exposed class.....

Anyway, I think whatever we did really affected Ms. Chuah's sanity. She began saying incoherent things like "You wouldn't do this with your government, only with me." HAHAHAHA. Government? What's the government got to do with it? [Imagine Yanka becoming a Minister and yelling 'PANTAT!' during a parliament session.]
So anyway, Ms. Chuah really went mad lah. Poor thing. We didn't do much more to her, but when she left, we said goodbye to her in Chinese.
Chillax, Mode, Rest in Peace.

The second topic of the day is... SEC 4 OLYMPICS!

God it was an unforgettable 4E moment.
But before I start, I think I have to say how disappointing it was when some of my classmates didn't turn up. For people like ~~Cockeye~~ Xianwen, who were sick, fine. But how about those who just didn't turn up at all?
Even the person who turned up an hour late.

Anyway, back to the olympics. I designed the class shirt (dream comne true!), but the printer kinda got the colour of the heart wrong. It was supposed to be a darker red, and the words 4E was supposed to be a lighter, pebbly-ish grey? But I had built up an idea of it in my head, and was kinda disappointed by it. I was kinda scared about presenting it to the girls the next day (which was Olympics day already). But people seemed pretty okay by it. I heard a 4D girl say 'Eh, how come our class tee isn't so nice?" Yay! Heart pain gone... I mean, it could've been better, but from ppl's reactions I was a bit comforted.
Oh, thanks Deanna, you really made me feel better that day. I was really upset about the tees and called her because she's the Class Chairper- whoops, I mean Vice-chair,and she was a real rock. (pun intended). Thanks Deanna <33>

Anyway, I arrived at MGS AT 7:28, TWO MINUTES before we were supposed to assemble. Deanna was waiting for me at the concourse. The moment I arrived there, Deanna grabbed the red plastic bag containing our class tees, and the two of us made a mad dash for the bamboo courtyard, running as fast as we could while holding a HUGE red plastic bag.
We reached the bamboo courtyard.
"HURRY UP, B*TCH!" was Yanka's early morning greeting to me (Hey! She's getting more polite). I pulled out the kazakhstani flag I had printed out, and passed it to her. Yes, we were representing Kazakhstan, and YES, we were every bit as dysfunctional as Borat.
So, I had printed out the logo part of the flag, really big. Like eight A4 pieces of paper big. But I didn't print out the whole flag, because Yanka had gotten her brother to buy a huge turquoise sheet of paper as the flag background the night before (yes, we DO plan ahead, don't we?). So, they were basically supposed to stick the logo onto the cloth. Two or three morons from our class started doing what they could.
In the meantime, I began grabbing the class tees and shoving them itno the girls' hands. They sprinted off to the toilets to change. Amanda Soo tried to change right there, but peacefully departed for the toilets when we informed her that stripping in public was not socially acceptable.

At that time, we could see almost all the other sec 4 classes present at the sports complex. The darling girls of 4E were still sauntering in slowly. I sighed. Suddenly,
" WHERE ARE THE SCISSORS? WHY DON'T WE HAVE ANY F***ING SCISSORS?!?" Yanka. Duh. Apparently, no one had brought anything except glue even though we were supposed to stick the stuff on. So, even though there were patches of white paper in between the logos put together from eight pieces of paper, we just stuck the shizz on.
Then, Mr. Khoo arrived. "Girls, could you hurry up?Forget the flag. Everyones there already."
With smiles you could almost hear, we replied "Okay Mr. Khoo."
The moment he left, we continued doing the flag, as if he had never been there. So, when he came to pester us for the second time, we put the finishing touches on our 'flag' and went towards the sports hall.
Imagine the flag: A crumpled, fraying, ginormous piece of turquoise cloth as the base. Eight battered pieces of paper are stuck on it. The paper is of an obviously lighter shade of turquoise than the cloth. White patches of paper punctuate the turquoise, adding to the general aura of shabbiness permeating from the flag. Our handiwork.
4E was happy. 4E had finished their work, and it looked passable (to them). 4E had actually finished the work only a few minutes late. 4E walks towards the sports complex as one, united in their tear-inducing inability to function.

So, there we are lined up with the other classes, waiting for the March to start. Gosh, we were all looking at our flag and just laughing and laughing and laughing. 4G was on our left. When I saw Xioa Hui's wth? face, I just started laughing even more. But they were all quite nice, they gave us tips to cover up the flaws in our flag.
But our problems were far from over. Cheryl Seah, of all people, Cheryl Seah, was our mascot. We initially wanted her to dress as Borat, but no one, as usual, got up to do anything in preparation. Finally, she just wore a turquoise shirt. Or so we thought.
While we were waiting for the March to start, a frantic Cheryl ran up to us. She was clutching a navy-blue-almost-black tshirt. "THIS LOOKED TURQUOISE LAST NIGHT!" she yelled, stumbling and coming to a screeching halt in front of Shreyanka. Oh no. I know what you're thinking right now, whoever you are, reading this post. We don't deserve to live right? But we had fun, and that's what mattered. :)
Anyway, back to Cheryl's unbelievable blindness. "It looked turquoise last night," she repeated sadly, staring at the shirt. Don't worry, 4E was prepared. I had brought an extra turquoise shirt. Cheryl rushed to get changed.
See? We're not ALWAYS unprepared... Okay, fine. We are. I had brought the tshirt because I thought Yanka had told me that Cheryl needed one, thought I think that all she was that Cheryl was going to wear one. Whatever, so what if it was a miscommunication? We were still prepared!

The classes started marching. As our turn neared, Cheryl was still changing. "WHERE THE F*** IS CHERYL!" screeched Yanka. I automatically checked to see if Salad had heard (4G was next to us). Thankfully, I saw her saying 'Bonzai!' or something with this weird look on her face.
Our turn arrives. We don't move, since Cheryl isn't in sight. Oh gosh, we were totally screwing up the olympics. Finally, Cheryl arrived. falling over in her haste. We began marching. Needless to say, we were totally out of sync. Yanka, Cheryl, Ding, Me, Lydia, April, etc were all around the front of our 'formation'. Double over in laughter, one of my hands was clutching the flag, to cover one of the white paper parts. About 3 other people were covering various parts of the flag with their hands, but we were quite embarrassed, so we were all trying to hide behind to flag. On top of that, we were laughing so much, we couldn't walk.

The result? A haphazard formation of morons, lurching from side to side as we shoved each other out of the way, desperate to hide our faces. Oh no.

ONE OF THE FUNNIEST DAYS OF MY LIFE!

Oh, 4E got 2nd place in basketball! Thanks basketball team! Cassandra, April, Nicole Heng, Deanna, Krithika, Michelle, Cheryl Yeong, Hilary and Me! And much love to Sotong, Evan, Sam and Joycelyn for helping us out in the finals! <333 Also, thanks Hilary, for making those Kazakhstan flag stickers! Haha. I think it was the only thing done properly that day. :)

Over and Out. Rivali.

(Gosh, I've been typing this post since the 27th of March! :( Its such a freaking long post. I'm going to condense my posts. The next one will be one word long. Goodbye.)

Lydia

2008-03-20T23:51:00.005+08:00

"Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance."
Random quote from an email I got. But I like it.

You know, yesterday was quite a significant day. ~~I met my new imaginary friend, Evil Bo Cleevil.~~

Lydia booked someone.

Da-da-da-dumm. [creepy music playing in the background slowly fades away.]

But it was more significant because for once, I actually felt bad about breaking a school rule. It wasn't me, not at that time atleast, but I felt bad nonetheless.

Its no secret that almost everyone in 4E loves eating in class. Why you may ask? Is it the insatiable hunger we have (Jin Yee's stomach is a bottomless pit)? Is it the thrill of breaking a school rule( I don't think so, seeing that people in 4E break school rules left, right and center)? Has it become a habit (coughYankacoughcough)?

For me, its because sometimes I have alot of work to do and have no time to eat in the canteen.

Anyway, I won't name the rest of the people there, but Lydia walked in just as Nicole Chan was talking animatedly to us, holding pocky sticks in mid-air and chewing rather obviously. And Lyddie had to book her. The thing is, there was some impact in her booking Nic. Am I making sense?

Like, I've always heard people saying that prefects book people because they have a duty to the school. And I've always wondered what they mean by 'the school.' Certainly not the actual concrete building; Its incapable of emotion. Or is it the prefect mistress who'll forget them a few months after they've left school? I hope not. Or is the duty they have to make students "benefit" from their correction? Can't be, I don't see any advantage in wearing a black scrunchie rather than a brownish-black one.

So I've always personally thought that booking more people does not equal to being a better prefect.

Take the star of this post (Oh no, her head's already swelling up), Lyddie. She doesn't scout the school looking for hapless ~~victims~~ pupils to ~~feed on~~ book. She's understanding and funny, and when she actually booked someone, people resolved not to eat in class again. She looked so upset booking Nicole that I told myself I wouldn't eat in class again. So did Sotong, today.

Isn't it better to book less people so that when you actually do so, there's some impact in the booking?

Instead of it being something of a joke when you book your 129837162986th person of the day?

I'm not pinpointing anyone, seriously. I was just thinking.

Concerning all this, a few quotes! :DDDD

Lydia:[leafing through some newspaper at the back of the class]

Me: Lydia, stop that!

Lydia: Huh?

Me: Stop molesting that newspaper!

Lydia: [a 'oh-no-she's-starting-her-nonsense-again' look forms on her face]

Me: People, first she books someone, now she molests innocent newspapers! Lydia, how could you? Think of how the newspaper feels! The trauma, the pain, the-

Lydia: [whacks me]

Me: Hey!

Lydia: [whacks me again]

Me: Oi! Don't! Xianwen already slapped me thrice today.. because I called her a joke...

Lydia: Well, I'll do the same![whacks me again.]

Me: Lyddie, I felt so bad yesterday.. I vowed not to eat in class again.. I dunno how long it'll last but.... I'll try!

Lydia: Aw, that's so sweet!

Sotong: Me too!

Me: That's nice, Sotong, just finish up that peanut butter sandwich first...

Some people: [Laugh, thinking its a joke]

Sotong: (whispering) I already did!

Cheryl S: Is anyone going for recess? Yankee, Nic, Cheryl Yeong....?

Everyone: Noooo.....

Me: Cheryl, everyone eats in class...

Cassandra: Oi! Mrs. Tee's still here!

Mrs. Tee: (suspiciously) Are you all breaking school rules?

Me: Er... erm.. No! Ofcourse not!

Yanka: Er.. yeah.. she was joking.. erm..

Sotong: Just to tease Cheryl.... Its not true!

Mrs. Tee: (obviously no believing us) If you eat in class, then all the pests will come......Oh wait, I forgot- there are so many pests here already..

4E: WHAT DOES THAT IMPLY???

Haha. I'm finishing up the final cartoons for the class t-shirt now. I honestly hope that you guys liked it. And that everything works out with the printer.

Merry muffins...

BAND[AGE]

2008-03-07T23:57:00.006+08:00

Final, full-dress rehearsal for Band[Age] today. It went rather well, considering we're "budget rip-offs" of Battle of the Bands. Yes, that brings us to the main point of today's blogpost: Finding Michelle.

If this were one of Ms. Chuah's English lessons (and thank goodness it isn't- its midnight right now) you could say that the thesis statement for this blogpost is "Finding Michelle are Homos."

For those of you who are blissfully unaware of their existence (take it as a blessing) Finding Michelle is one of the finalist bands in Band[Age]. They're from ACS (I) and were 2nd for Battle of the Bands last year. ~~And, they're homos.~~ They're arrogant, rude, obnoxious nincompoops.

They've picked a fight with almost EVERYONE involved in Band[Age] and that includes the teachers.

When Ivfen had to speak to them about something, they criticised the running of things, then said "Oh wait, I forgot that this is just a budget rip-off of BoB."

[ZOMFG! DON'T READ THIS IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED PROJECT RUNWAY 4! (You can watch the entire season on youtube)

AAAAAARGHHHH! CHRISTIAN WON! CHRISTIAN WON! CHRISTIAN WON!

Ferosha Coutura in the house, bitches!!!!! AAAAAAH! I'm so HAPPY! :DDDDDDD Can you believe it??? I can! Though I thought Jilllian should have been in 2nd place. Whatever!!!

Christian won! Lalalalalalalala. Fierce. Fierce. Fierce. I'm crying tears of joy right now! Like WOOOHOOO!!! He SO deserved to win, okay. And he actually started CRYING when he won? He was crying worse than that annoying Ricky!!!! Well, I'm sure this isn't the last you'll see of Christian Siriano. He is SO my favourite gay fashion designer!! LALALALALALALLALALA!!!]

Back to the twits.
When I called the band leader to tell them about the profile they had to write for themselves, this is what happened:

Me: Hello, can I speak to Benjamin please?
Domestic Helper: Who is this plis?
Me: I'm calling from the Band[Age] concert, MGS.
DH: Ben? Be-enny!!! You is coming to the phone now! You is phone call!
[no answer]
DH: BE-ENNEEEEE!!! (can hear her banging frantically on his room door) Ben! What is this you going... Huh? Yes! You is phone call! What is this ballet concert? BENNY!
[FIVE minutes later]
Ben: (in a bored, emo voice) Hello-o?
Me: Hi, I'm calling from Band-
Ben: I know.
Me: And I was just calling to ask whether you have received the email-
Ben: I have.
Me: Okay, so you have to write a 300-word pro-
Ben: I knooooow.
Me: ER.... And you have to submit it by-
Ben: Yeeeeeees.
Me: ERM, okay-
Ben: BYE. (puts down the phone and goes back to his room to- hmmm.. what exactly WAS he doing in there? And why did it take so long for him to answer the phone? I dint say nothing :D)

Moving on (clears throat), we had to get them a SEPARATE changing room today, because they kept on picking fights with the band they were sharing a room with. They were rude to innocent darlings like Xiao Hui and even the teachers began to hate them...

Speaking of teachers, Ms. Tham rocks! Hahahahaha. She's damn cool okay! Even Mrs. Chen. Actually all the teachers there. Because me, Meera and Su-lyn were acting as the judges for tonight's rehearsal, so were sitting right in front of the teachers (Mrs. Chen, Ms. Tham, Ms. Lau, and Ms. Yang)....

Finding Michelle Lead Singer: Why is this not working.. F*CK lah... (right into the mike)
Mrs. Chen: You're not supposed to use those kind of words..
Ms. Tham: (to us) Tell them that we'll minus marks off their 'cool' factor! Haha!

Later..
FMLS: (uses some other vulgarity)
Everyone: OIIIIIII.....
Ms. Tham: Please be reminded that you're all representing your schools...

Mrs. Chen: Girls, please bear in mind that we all have to be polite to Finding Michelle even though they're a bit..... obnoxious...
Ms. Tham: Obnoxious is an understatement...
Us: woot!

Emcees (Kat and Grace Lee): And now, let us welcome... Livebox!
Everyone: WOOOOOOOO! (maniacal screaming)
Emcees: Finding Michelle!
Everyone: [silence. A few contented sniggers are heard from everyone]
Emcees: Tolstoy!
Everyone: [Loudest. Screaming. Ever. And there were only about 30 of us there.]

And it carried on like that. Finding Michelle looked pissed off.

Oh, and since we were the 'judges', we decided to give our own...er.. comments on the bands. Me, Meera and Su-lyn were all saying things like 'Faaaabulous' and 'Marvellous!!' and, in Su-lyn's case "Absolutely spiffing!" in a fake British accent. For Tolstoy, we just started cheering and screaming things like "Y'all rock!" So much for impartiality.
But for Finding Michelle's turn, they were taking SO MUCH time to set things up and adjust the amps, that everyone was getting quite pissed off. Even Ms. Tham was like "Eh, are any of you going to be in the audi during the actual performance?' So, Meera and Su-lyn were the Front of House crew, but I wasn't so I said so. Then Ms. Tham said "Okay.. I give you permission to lead the jeering tomorrow... if they take too much time." Hahah! But she warned us repeatedly not to overdo it and said that we should remember we were representing our school.

Emcees: Finding Michelle, please step forward for your comments from the judges..
Three of us: (silence)
Su-lyn: Er... Use of vulgarities! Minus marks for.. coolness factor!
Meera: Passable....
Me: (muttering) My dog could sing better...
Finding Michelle Lead Singer: Are these the real judges for tomorrow?
Us: No...
FMLS: Thank God.

And when we have to give comments for Hwa Chong, Meera and Su-lyn started saying stuff in Chinese. They did NOT look happy.

UPDATE: REDEEMING THE RIOT WON!

I WAS HOPING IT WOULD BE HWA CHONG OR TOLSTOY, BUT I GUESS RTR DESERVED IT TOO! TOLSTOY, YOU GUYS ROCK! ZOMBIE! ZOMBIE!

But apart from all that, I really had a fun time. I got to know lots of new people, realised how fun some of my classmates really were (YOU ROCK KAS!) and gained some fresh insights (and none were that great) about old friends. It may sound corny, but I emerged from BAND[AGE] with some idea about how events like these are organised, and it was really really helpful.

So, anyway, yesterday was also the cross-country run and our visit to St. Lukes. In a wonderful display of class unity, almost everyone in 4E finished... close to dead last. Pfffft. We were strolling, and skipping and playing the Animal game. I finished a little earlier than most of 4E, with Deanna and Ding, because we ran the last 5 minutes or so. I'll post photos of it later, k? And more details of St. Lukes...

Rivali

2008-03-03T18:48:00.003+08:00

Paris Hilton turning over a new leaf?

Always one to take the road less travelled Paris Hilton has stepped out with the latest fashion must-have - her very own Buddhist monk, complete with flowing orange robes and a mane of grey hair. The bizarre duo were spotted wandering around LA, taking time to pop into a spiritual book shop and a luxury hotel. The 27-year-old went for and understated look, with a demure white outfit as she browsed the shelves of the Bodhi Tree bookstore. The hotel-heiress has been attempting change her party-girl image and it looks as if the ageing monk is giving her a helping hand ... Paris and her "guru" sat down to read a book called "The Path to the Painted Shaman" and the Hollywood celebrity appeared to be listening intently to what he had to say. The monk also persuaded Paris to give away a piece of diamond jewelry as they wandered the streets together.

[Source: http://www.trent.blogspot.com/ - Pink Is The New Blog.]

God help us. WHAT is the world coming to?

I guess this keeps in line with the sermon we had today at chapel. About Hang Pin, the head torturer during Cambodia's Khmer Rouge regime and how he embraced Christ and decided to pay for his sins after years in hiding? Well, if HE can do it, everyone's favourite porn star can too!

Keep up with the holiness y'all...

ps: This is strictly for Su-lyn and Amrit (though if you're as beeyotchy as them, you may enjoy this). Check out the veins in Paris's feet in the second pic!

Analysing Ken's character now.
Lit.. the only subject I enjoy studying for (results not guaranteed).

There was a wogdog called muffin
and he was a -huffin' and puffin'
due to chronic heart fai-lee-ure.
And when he died,
they stuffed his insides
with alarm clocks and telephones.

Nursery Rhymes for Evil Times

2008-02-21T20:22:00.003+08:00

HEY HEY BEEYOTCH!
Hey, here's some funny spoofs I found on youtube...

Clinton-Obama:

Freedom Writers:

Aaanyhoo, as most of y'all know, Mr. Seow reappeared in school on Monday, though he hasn't been seen for the rest of the week (to Meera's OBVIOUS disappointment). For the record, she has been asked by MGS to pay $19854709434073952 as compensation for all the windows that shattered on Monday due to her excessive screeching.
Word has it that she began stalking him the moment the motion sensors she had planted near his desk in the staffroom sounded off. An intense hunt ensued, with The Meerems ruthlessly following her prey, trying to tire him out so that she could pounce. Yes, people, that wind blowing past you on Monday? It was them, running at inhuman speeds. Word has it that Mr. Seow actually managed to run faster than the speed of sound, just so that he wouldn't have to hear her shrieking 'Me-elvy" at the top of her voice.Hmmm... will The Meerems catch her prey? Or will The Seow manage to elude her grasp? Only time will tell.
Oh, a word of advice to Mr. Seow: She's planning to kidnap Baby, BEWARE!

Hahaha. Sorry Meerems! Am I being too mean? We still love you, you know? And so does- nevermind.....

Moving on, I've been thinking lately. I've got so many friends who have young siblings. Ding, Su-lyn, Meera, Shreyanka... I'm sure it can get annoying at times. (Though I want a baby sister!!! :DDD Or a rottweiler. Whichever.)Anyway, I've come up with some nursery rhymes which you can sing to all your younger siblings/relatives! They even come with morals and stuff!

I'm not a cookie, said the little muffin.
I'm not a cookie, said the little muffin.
Cookies aren't sweet, but I sure am.
And then the little muffin turned into a leg of ham.

Moral:Be kind to strangers.

Composers are idiots,
they play piano in the air.
They were hideous neon clothes
and have kooky, crazy hair.
Composers are outcasts,
and they really really smell.
So if you come across one,
please just throw 'em down a well.

Moral: Please throw _____ down a well.(HINT: It starts with an 'L' and rhymes with 'Xydia.')

Cat'rpillars are ugly,
and butterflies are not.
Paris Hilton is a joke
and Taylor Hicks hot. (Yuck!)
Don't grow up you little twerp,
childhood is more fun,
that's if you survive the drugs
and the pimps toting those guns.

Moral: pImpZZZ rUlEZZZZ! Word.

Incy wincy spider went up the water spout,
looking for some water in the middle of the drought.
But that wasn't one
of wincy's luck times.
Cuz someone pressed the flush and killed him with some toxic slime.

Moral: Spiders get killed by toxic slime. Or they grow really really big and take over the world. But don't get any ideas into your head.

Little Ms. Muffet,
sat on her tuffet,
eating her curds and whey.
But she was arrested,
and tried and tested
because she was homo and gay.

Moral: If you're a homoSAAAAXUAL, get out of Singapore.

Older sisters are pretty,
older sisters are hot.
Olders sisters are beautiful,
they're everything you're not.
If you make us angry,
We WILL make you pay.
We'll force you to sing opera songs
and lock you up in jail.

Moral: Beware of me. And give me all your money. Oh, come on! You've got more haven't you? Nasty little brat. STOP HIDING THE MONEY. Yes, yes, pay up.... Mwahahaha!

Oh, today Mrs. Tee called us losers! Because she was in class for most of recess, and she caught sight of half the class studying. Then almost towards the end of recess, she said "Girls, aren't any of you going to eat? Recess will be over soon..." So all of us were like "Oh, but we're doing work." and "No, we're not going to eat." And she lectured us on not having lives! Oh dear, :(

Humunga,
Cowabunga,
Rivali!

Sweeney Todd + Lit Lesson!

2008-02-10T12:13:00.002+08:00

Hello, darlings.

I really don't have much to say.

Something that Lydia (or Xydia) said has been coming to mind over and over again. I think it was last Tuesday? and me, Xing Yi and her were having recess. Xing Yi (its so weird calling her that) okay fine, SOTONG, was complaining about how she felt dumb because she doesn't always get what people say. And then Lydia said- "Sotong, you know, you read in between the lines so much, that you forget to read the lines." And that, ladies and gentlemen, sums up our dear Vanessa Hew Xing Yi. Could YOU think of a more apt description?

In other news, never underestimate the power of facebook. I logged in about a few days ago, and saw a little notification saying that Ms. Marilyn Lau (otherwise known as 'Lau Lau') is "officially in a relationship" with some guy called Gavin Ng. Spread the word people! And if you're too lazy to do so, atleast tell Hilary- she'll do it for you. So, how do we use this interesting little nugget of information to disrupt future bio lessons? Hmmm... *evil laugh*

Thirdly, I went out with Su-lyn and Amrit (separately) this week. I was absolutely appalled by the choice of movies at the movie halls. Lido wasn't even worth mentioning. Even when I went with Su-lyn on wednesday. Ah Long Private Limited? Kungfu Dunk? CJ7? Sorry, I'm not interested. There were two other horror movies, as well as Sweeney Todd and Atonement, which were both M18.

Me and Su-lyn tried asking some people to help us buy tickets for Sweeney Todd, but all we got was a reaffirmation to the fact that most Singaporeans are nothing but a bunch of mindless, insociable pack of hamsters. I mean, if asking you to help us buy tickets goes so horribly against your morals and ethics (rolls eyes) then tell us so. Instead we got people ignoring us, looking over our heads (I may be short, but Su-lyn isn't), staring right through us and-most irritatingly- shrugging their shoulders or shaking their heads in an odd, jerky manner as if the whole bunch of them had Tourette's Syndrome. Its not the fact that they didn't help us, its the way they responded. They moved like they were puppets, whose puppet master had tangled up the strings. Its only a matter of time before the strings break.

I went out with Amrit on Friday a little wiser. We had wanted to watch Juno, but it apparently wasn't showing... :( So, we asked a Filipino lady to help us buy tickets for Sweeney Todd. Not a Singaporean. She told us not to make a habit of it, but helped us buy the tickets. Hah! Funny isn't it, that the very people many Singaporeans look down upon as maids etc, have better communication skills than half the country combined? I can bet you that if she didn't want to help us, she would have atleast told us so. Fortunately for us, she did.

But there was another obstacle: the guy who tore the tickets. We joined a whole crowd of people going in, and he was about to tear the tickets and just let us pass. He looked at Amrit, then he looked at me, and asked for our ICs. How sad. But its not like I expected to look 18 anyways. So Amrit showed him her IC even though it obviously stated that she was 16 ("If we leave, we leave in style."). I pulled out my IC too. The guy looks at our ICs, and tells. us. to. proceed.

WTF???

Not that WE were complaining! We waltzed into the movie hall, saying things like "This makes up for all those times we couldn't get into NC16 movies." and "This... this is an iconic day for mankind."

Anyway, we went in for Sweeney Todd. It is one of the saddest, nicest movies I've ever watched. Johnny Depp's acting was wonderful, there's no need to even mention it. The storyline was sad, but I can't get the movie out of my mind. It wasn't AS gory as I thought it would be, and the movie was so tastefully done anyway, that you never focussed on the blood that much. I actually cried.

And, I don't usually cry, so I was quite surprised at myself. Until I cried AGAIN after todays bio test. Whatever. I shall fail the O-levels, end up in poly, and go be a shepherd or a wanderer, just walking wherever I want to go. Its something I'd love to do (not the failing the O-levels part) and I know Sotong will be there to join me :)

Anyway, today is thursday. We had lit today. It was super hilarious!

It started with a few of us sneaking into class a teeny little bit late. Everyone was walking around, so it didn't really make a difference. Once all the MEP and History and Art and Geog girls had gone out of the class, the 15 of us were left, right? So, we were all standing there waiting to greet Mrs. Thomsett.

Mrs. Thomsett: Girls, why are you standing up?
Lit class: [Looks at her blankly] Huh?
Mrs. Thomsett: You all already greeted me!
Lit class: We...did?
Mrs. Thomsett: Yes! Just now!
Lit class:[looks at each other, confused]
Mrs. Thomsett: Aiyah, sit down, sit down! Good morning girls...
Lit class: Good morning, Mrs. Thomsett.
Mrs. Thomsett: No! You already... already did that-

Oh dear. I don't remember greeting her at all. I don't think anyone did. And while all this was going on, you could see the evil gears of Sotong's head slowly creaking into action. The look on her face was equivalent to her standing up and yelling "Yay! I've brainwashed all of them! You are all, like Me now. I am great... I am great.. I am- who am... I?"

After that, we were discussing Whose Life is it Anyway, and for the non-full-lit girls, ~~ignorant fools~~, I'll give a brief summary....

Just kidding.
Read the play yourself.

But, anyway there's this ward orderly called John. Some words to sum up his character (cpied from my Lit class notes) are practical, playful, irreverent and sexually aggressive. He is infatuated with Nurse Sadler, an inexperienced and rather naive nurse. So anyway, theres this scene where he corners her while she's sterilising instruments, and begins to flirt with her. And he's quite forward, so he's like saying things like "Lets go back to my pad for anatomy lesson" and he sings stuff about how her head bone's connected to the neck bone, which is connected to the shoulder bone, then the breast bone (while sliding his hand from her head to her neck to ... you get the point.)

So, two of the groups had to discuss John's character and their feelings towards him.

Giselle T. (presenting for her group): So, when John was like doing that, we felt a bit disgusted, and-
Mrs. Thomsett: Disgusted? But I can see that your group has written attracted and charmed next to that...
Lit class: ???
Giselle: (looking agitated) No! That's just Amanda (Soo)!
Lit class: [Laughs, and then turns and looks at Amanda, who's sitting at her desk and staring resolutely ahead, refusing to look at anybody.]
Mrs. Thomsett: No, but there are some aspects to him which charms people too, right? Its not like she's the only one. There are some types of people who are attracted to men like him.....
Someone : Who gets attracted to perverts?
Me: Amanda.

Then Thomsett was lecturing us on the type of guy we should settle down with and how people like John were playboys and would never settle down with one woman. It was certainly enlightening, but Yanka kept on saying "Yeah... bitches" so much , I couldn't hear properly! :( And Cassandra kept on reciting Chem formulas under her breath too! Oh dear. I have such weird friends. Thank goodness I'M not weird, right? (Runs away before I can be hit by a barrage of comments from people yelling the opposite)

After that, to sum the lesson up...

Mrs. Thomsett: So, when John is discussing the children in Africa, you see a more practical side to him, right? And you realize that there's more to him than a horny bastard...
Me: ?? Did she just call him a-
Daniella: I.. think so.

w00t! THIS is why I'm so glad we have a new lit teacher. Lessons are actually interesting. Mind you, we learn alot during lit. And once in a while there are a few funny incidents in class which makes it better. (This does not apply to Yanka and Jin Yee, who drink vodka/sleep/eat/talk/try to shoot birds flying near the window/throw chalk at imaginary people during Lit lessons.)

Anyway, I'm skipping off to read Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman. You know, I picked up his book Stardust because I was bored, and I've been hooked ever since. Especially his collection of short stories. I mean the things he thinks of are so amazing, half the time when I'm reading, my mouth is just open. Read Neil Gaiman!

Celery,
Rivali.

2008-02-03T23:44:00.000+08:00

Hello me dearies. Blogging TWICE in one day. Now we haven't seen that here since Sec 2, right? Why, I wonder? Maybe because I was young and carefree in Sec 2, therefore I had more time. Let's dig deeper. Why was I more carefree in Sec 2? hmmmmm.maybe because my fatherwas away more often.
there have been so many times when ive posted about how much i hate him, and then decided to remove the post because i fel sorry for him or because of someother crapped up reason. But seriously from today, i can shoutout loud and say- I DONT GIVE A FUCK ANYMORE
i have half a mind to jump out of a window right now but i love my mom sister brother, hell even my dogs more than i love that fucking bastard. and if i were to kill myself u can be assured id i'd kill him first. im not sweeney todd or anything. i just hate his fucking guts.
before this he used to be posted overseas for six weeks, then come back here for two weeks, since he's a pilot, just like his father. have i mentioned his whole entire family from his almost nonexistant sister to his fucked up BITCHES of aunts who look worse than pieces of horse shit I tell you, are all fucked up? anw, now his contract has changed. he comes back here for 10 days, after flying (he's based in bombay now) for EIGHT days. What kind of fucked up company has a contract like that? What kind of fucked up company would hire HIM as the bloody senior commander of its 747 fleet or some shit like that?
im not ranting. i have a lit essay to write after this, just finished bio hw. its not like ive been procrastinating and not doing work. i went for tennis today, came back and did that piece of crap speech we have to do for english, went to yankas house to make pizza for CIPm then came back and did some maths. in the middle of bio homework he starts with all the drama, talking in bengali when he CANT speak the fucking language (i hate all bengalis with their frivolous attitutdes and their pretentious ways. stunning revelation! unless ur sulyn or amrit) he such an asshole.
He just came in just now. I wasn't typing then. I was doing lit. Demanding that i go to sleep because its late.

"Go to sleep now."
"I'm doing my homework."
"GO TO SLEEP NOW!"
"I'm doing lit homework and its quite important."
"Why?"
~~"What do you mean by why you fucking bastard? Because I have to pass up the fucking essay tomorrow? I don't mind though, i love lit. more than i'll ever like you you peice of shit."~~"I have to pass it up tomorrow."
"What time is it?"
"Don't you have a fucking watch on you, you asshole? look, its there on your big fat wrist. don't worry, I'm not surprised. You can't even see it when your own children have daydreams about killing you/ you migrating far far away. You don't even see that everyone in this family (yes, THIS family, not YOU'RE family, turd)hate you." "Twelve o clock."
"How long will it take?"
~~"How the FUCK am i supposed to know?"~~ "I don't know."
*closes the door*

I've hated him since p5? The DAY before my PSLE he kicked up so much of a fuss and started getting so angry, my mom walked out (with us ofcourse. See, my mom is the best mom in the world). What were you doing the day before your PSLE? Studying? Trying to calm down? I was walking in macritchie reservoir forcing myself not to jump in. Then i was at the Ritz Carlton. the maid helped us pack some clothes so we drove by and picked it up and scooted back off. Its a wonder i passed my PSLE. But if god exists, then the one good thing he did was to make me get, what? 15 marks more than i expected in that exam? Though, you know, you could have just given me like a normal father and stuff? But whatever.
same thing a few days before the sec 2 streaming. Back in the ritz carlton. but i got into a triple science class, whatever. but im growing older, and feeling the effects of his unreasonability (is that even a word i dont give a fuck) even more and if this happens the day before my o lvevels i wont be able to take it. i know i wont.

Funny how I'm able to keep up with that crazy, free-spirited facade in school huh? Its not that thats not who i am. It is and I love it. But there's the other, introverted, quiet side, that bookworm who walks around listening to music all day, that recluse who'll sit in one corner and paint because she doesn't want to think about anything else. And no one really knows that side of her, except her mom, Amrit, Sotong, and maybe Su-lyn. I sometimes wonder which side will win eventually. Or will they be battling it out for the rest of my life? Or maybe they'll reach some sort of agreement (the kind that That Man and I will never reach), where the better qualities of both are retained. I certainly hope so.

She's crying now, man, she isn't laughing, as much as she'd love to.

Quotes! + The Legendary Lovers of MGS.

2008-02-03T19:09:00.000+08:00

Hey Hey. Schools been really fun lately (Yeah, just push thoughts of the O-levels RIGHT outta your mind) so here are -after a really long time- QUOTES!
Oh, most of the quotes are from, believe it or not, Bio lessons! Ms. Lau seems alot more fun this year. So, either she's loosened up, or she's given up trying to get us to pass the O-levels (There's this little voice inside my head screaming "It's the latter, it's the LATTER!" but lets push that out of our minds for the time being, no?

Ms. Lau: And how do bile pigments relate to excretion, Cheryl Seah?
Cheryl S: (obvs not paying attention)Er.. the answer is.. urm.. excretion..
4E: ???
Cheryl S: You see, I have a mosquito bite on my toe...
Everyone: ??????????

Mrs. Tee: Yes, yes.. Shreyanka, you're right...
4E: (state of shock)
Me: Momentuous words... She'll probably never say that again.

Mrs. Tee: Now, 4E, I shall check whether all of you have done the two graphs I aske dyou to do for homework?
4E: (some take out their graphs, some start doing the graphs, and others carry on sleeping/staring out of the window/mumbling to themselves)
Shreyanka: (frantically starts drawing her graph)
Mrs. Tee: Nicole, Lauren, good, you did it.... Shreyanka?
Shreyanka: Urm, Mrs. Tee, I ..er.. only managed to draw the scale and..erm....
Mrs. Tee: (being serious) Good, good... Keep it up!
Shreyanka: Huh? What's-
Mrs. Tee: This is an improvement! Carry on like this and you will get your A1!
Shreyanka: (too shocked to say anything.... for once)

Krithika: Why are the (molecular) bonds drawn like that?
Mrs. Lim: Like if you go to a hawker centre, if two people are a couple, they'll sit next to each other so that they can hug-hug right?And-
Hilary: Huh? I thought that they'd sit opposite each other so that they can look into each other's eyes (her eyes mist over, and she stares off into the distance)
Mrs. Lim: No...you know, one look at a couple and I can tell whether they're married or not... You can tell lah. (looks proud)
Hilary: Wah, Mrs. Lim ah, we know you have the most experience lor...
Mrs. Lim: (looks disturbed)

Mrs. Lim: You know, after school I go to the coffeeshop and have a coffee, and I observe the people there... Its quite fun...
Hilary: Like, ehmahgawsh, you're like stalking them!
Evangeline: Oi, be careful ah, later you stare at the wrong person, you kena die...
Mrs. Lim: Only if people like you stare at them...
Evan: (in a horribly sarcastic voice) My heart is breaking!!!

Mr. Ong: (poking his head around the door)Giselle, can you see me at recess? (goes away)
Giselle Goh: (nods her head, expression inscrutable)
4E: (silence)
Hilary: OOOOOH, GISE-ELLE!!!
Mrs. Lim: (looks disturbed)

Yanka: Did Ms. Or just call me yanka?? (Word of advice to teachers: Don't. Call. Her. That.)
Me: Er.. I think so..
Yanka: F*CK THAT!!!!
Me: (starts laughing)
Ms. Or: Why are some people laughing? You all should pay attention and read the instructions, not laugh. Its not like there are any jokes printed on this assignment..
Yanka: THATS funny! (starts laughing maniacally)
4E: (starts laughing too)
Ms. Or: Oh dear.. I think this class needs some medication....
Me: Yanka doesn't. She needs to stop the drugs..

Ms. Chuah: I shall ask questions to those who are not paying attention... Lydia?
Lydia: (wakes up with a jolt; can't answer the question)
Ms. Chuah: Aaah, I've caught one who's not paying attention... How about.... Denise?
Denise: (keeps on sleeping)
Ms. Chuah: Denise, what's the answer?
Denise: (keeps on sleeping)
Ms. Chuah: Denise? Someone wake her up...
4E: (No response)
Amanda -who sits next to Denise: (Ignores Ms. Chuah; Looks at Denise with disinterest, before staring out of the window)
Ms. Chuah: Denise? De-neeeese?
Denise: (keeps on sleeping)
Ms. Chuah: (goes over to Denise and pokes her with a worksheet)
Denise: (keeps on sleeping)
Ms. Chuah: (gives up and walks away)
Denise: (wakes up, looks around at the sniggering class blearily, and goes back to sleep)

Mrs. Tee:(drawing a graph) Now girls, I'm going to leave this part out because I can't reach that part of the board...
4E: (laughs)
Mrs. Tee: (mumbling) Stop laughing at my height...
4E: Aaaawww..
Mrs. Tee: Its okay, I'm used to people laughing about my height... It's all the years of teaching...
Joycelyn: Were you always short?
Mrs. Tee: (ignores her)
Evangeline: No Lyn, she shrank...
Some Idiot: Ohh... Mrs. Tee did you shrink?
Mrs. Tee: (ignores her)

Ms. Lau: (explaining homeostasis) So, homeostasis is the reguluation of the internal environment of your body. You know, when females have a high level of the hormone estrogen right, then-
Hilary: Ohh, when you have too much of it, does it make you horny?
Ms. Lau: (looks disturbed) No, um... because.... er, because you see... the hormones..um.. (voice slowly dwindles away until she's mumbling to herself)

Poor Ms. Lau. After that, Yanka started talking about the first time she was booked for eating in class, and saying stuff about how she was with Giselle Goh and stuff. Then Ms. Lau interrupted her and went on with the lesson, but Yanka kept on making gestures to Giselle. Then suddenly, in mid-sentence, Yanka yelled out (to Giselle) "NO! I WAS EATING BAK KWA!" Ms. Lau looked like she was going to cry....
But on Friday, Salad was telling me about how 4G had done this whole choir thing during Ms. Lau's lesson, and Tam Mei had taken someone's prefect tie and was walking around with Esty's death incarnate badge during Bio! HAHA. Poor Ms. Lau.

In other news, THREE (gasp!) days of February have gone by and Meera's darling is nowhere in sight! After managing to wrangle out the news that Mr. Seow is returning in February from her unsuspecting new Social Studies teacher, MEERA RAJAH had been counting down the days, while ~~telling~~ screaming at every one in sight about his return. However, now that ONE (gasp!) school day in February has gone by, with him being a no-show, Meera is displaying symptoms of those who have gone barking mad after suffering an extreme disappointment.
She has been spotted walking around the school aimlessly, mumbling to herself. The outside of the staffroom seems to have become her favourite haunt, and she is seen waiting there regularly, holding a stuffed frog in her hand. When yours truly asked her who she was waiting for, she flipped her fringe back from her face and opened her mouth wide, in preparation for the high-pitched shrieks that have become a trademark of hers. Before I could hastily shove earplugs into my ears and run away, I heard her screech "MEEEEEEEEEEL-VYYYYYYY!!!!"
So, will the legendary lovers of MGS be reunited again, or will their heart-breaking (*snigger*) story go by the wayside? Only time will tell...
ps: I thought he was coming back in July? Don't cry Meera- hey, stop crying right n- Security! 911! There's a flood in here! HAAAALLLLPPPP!!!

Going back to my planet now,
Rivali.

IMCB

2008-01-24T20:23:00.000+08:00

Hey, Hey!
I'm soooooo sorry that I haven't been able to blog for such a long time.

THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG WITH BLOGGER, I SWEAR!

I never write a post straight out and then publish it straight away. I always save it, and add more stuff to it, right? And everytime I save a post, IT GETS DELETED. Its JUST BLANK when I return to it. And anyway, I don't have soooo much time to doggedly retype post after STUPID post, so like FIVE POSTS have gone totally down the drain. Anyway, I've reverted back to internet explorer instead of Mozilla Firefox, so maybe that will help? If it doesn't, the blogger staff will be added to my hate list.

I don't have a hate list, actually. Does anyone? It would be quite fun. But then again, I'd probably spend alot of time thinking about those people I dislike, and that's not a very happy thing to do. Hmmm...

IMCB Student Attachment Programme!!

It was fun- especially the people there. Alot of what we did was a recap of Sec 1 life sciences, so it was a good memory refresher? And we learnt alot of pathogens, it was really interesting. Only thing is, it was written on the form, that it was a student attachment programme, but it was more like haveing life science/biology lessons ALL DAY LONG ofr THREE whole days. Don't get me wrong, I love Bio. But I thought that we'd be shadowing real scientists, not doing prepared experiments. And the weird thing was, all the other kids ( most of them were in JC2) couldn't believe that I had done alot of the stuff in Sec ONE. Hahaha... Go MG!!

But the people I met there were seriously fun. I've heard alot of stuff about how different kids from neighbourhood schools are (racist, gangsters,etc), and how its impossible for someone from MG to even talk to them, but that is SERIOUSLY not the case. There were six groups of six people each for the IMCB thing, and group1 and group 2 (my group) got along so, so, SO well.

And it didn't matter that some of us were from RJC and Hwa Chong, and others were from Naval Base Secondary. It just didn't matter. I actually regained some faith in the Singapore system (though my conversation with Amrit today sort of destroyed that).. So.. pictures!

Joanne (Dunman High) and Me. She was my Lab partner, and was really funny. Like a mixture of ShuWei and Amrit. Go figure!

Joanne and Xin Hui (VJC)

Me, Yanni (VJ), Joanne, and Xin Hui.

It may seem really weird, but because the workshop was only for three days, we didn't bother to get to know each other's names.... initially.We called each other by school. A typical conversation went like this..

"Oi, MGS!"
"What lah, Meridian (MJC)?"

"Do we add 20 mil of PBS to the solution?"

"I think so... Or is it 10 mil? I dunno... Ask Hwa Chong."

"Ya hor.. Oi Hwa Chong! HWA CHONG!! Stop muttering to yourself in Chinese lah, I need to ask you a question.."

Yes, poor 'Hwa Chong'. His real name was Jeremy, but the fact that he was from Hwa Chong sort of overshadowed his personality initally. Everyone was making fun of him (lightheartedly though) because he came from a supposed Cheena School (I shall go back to this later). But honestly, he was one of the few people who actually spoke English almost all the time, even when he wasn't speaking to me.

I think its basic courtesy right? If someone doesn't understand a language, and everyone else does in a group, you don't speak in that language. It wasn't the students, but the scientists who actually kept on speaking in Chinese when I was there. Not all the time, but when you're explaining something to a student, everyone else is listening even if you're not speaking directly to them, right? So, if you had basic courtesy, you'd speak in English right? Apparently, that sort of reasoning still eludes certain people.

Certain unpleasant memories of primary school wafted back into my mind, but I pushed them out again. OLGC's gone. Fullstop. Nada. Zilch. Okay, enough of that. But I wish MGS had a JC though... :(((((

The twelve of us!

From left: Dr. Lee, Xin lei- I think (RJC), Wong Pann (NBSS), HOng En (RI), Guan Hua(standing) and Jonathan (MJC), Jeremy (HCI), Jasper (standing) from Bendemeer, MUA, Joanne, Yanni and Xin Hui (VJC) and Natasha (RJC).

All 36 of us.

Groups 1 and 2.

From left: Hwa Chong and Me.

Standing: Guan Hua and Jonathan.

The Guys. Hwa Chong, Jonathan, Jasper, Guan Hua and Wong Pann.

RI had scuttled away to his own RI clique. He seemed to be scuttling around alot. Like a crab.

Audrey! She was sitting opposite me..

By the way, the instructors told Groups 1 and 2 that we were the worst camwhores she had ever met. But we were a good group. We were on time, we did our work .. and then we camwhored.

For Naval Base, his real name was Wong Pann An. Everyone called him Wang Ba Tan. HAHA!! Since it one of the few Chinese words I knew, I was thrilled that I could understand!

And now, on to Hwa Chong.

The poor guy. Seriously. We weren't mean, but there was alot of good-natured teasing.

Me: Oh, I got this superfunny Hwa Chong joke!

Everyone: What? What?

Me: Hwa Chong, do you get offended by Hwa chong jokes?

Hwa Chong: (turns around and refuses to answer me.)

Jonathan (MJC): No, of course he doesn't. Carry on!

Most conversations went like this...

"Oi, you can speak English not?"

"Yes, ofcourse-"

"Ofcourse he can, he got 3 points in his O's"

"Okay, whatever."

"Do you all speak English in school? Or Chinese?"

"English!! Listen-"

"Shut up. Then why does your school have a cheena reputation?"

"I don't know- actually we're quite an Ang mor school and-"

"HAHAHAHAA. Yeah right. Go to hell. I mean (repeats 'got to hell' in Chinese). "

"Now you can understand right?"

(he refuses to answer)

"Aw, I guess he can't."

"YES I CAN, I'm just angry so I'm ignoring-"

"OH LOOK! He's speaking English!"

And it went on and on. Truth is, his standard of English was way better than most of the people there! Haha.

Anyway, it was a good experience. I had always wondered whether to go into molecular biology, or design when I grew up, and now I have the answer... and its NOT molecular biology. Sorry, but the scientists kept complaining about being OVERWORKED and UNDERPAID.

I'm running awaaaaaaaaay..

Rivali! :)

Emo+ My Paintings!

2008-01-12T00:50:00.000+08:00

Hello.

Its one o' clock at night and here I am, blogging. For no reason. I don't know, I've been feeling down since school ended around two. Kill me noooww :(

Okay, don't.
I have better things to do. But blogging isn't really one of them right now. LOADS of HILARIOUS things have happened this second week, and I'll post all the quotes and stories up soon, yeah?

For the sake of preventing this post from becoming some random emo thing, I shall talk about what I did during the holidays. See, HOLIDAYS= TIME= DOING THINGS YOU LOVE= HAPPINESS.
And I love drawing and painting. It may be kind of sucky compared to the art girls and all but thats what you get when you want to take art lessons, realise your mom won't allow that since its your O-level year, curse yourself for not doing it last year, and wait feverishly for the damn O's to be over. I'm just happy I got to do some stuff in the holidays, though I wish it were a year long affair, even if its this year, O-levels and all. Anyway, these are two of the paintings I got to do during the hols......

Acrylic-on-canvas.
(ignore the green blob in the middle)

This was a panoramic view, so I split it into two when I took the photo. The one below is the whole thing.

Watercolour.

Goodbye! I shall go to sleep now. I've been dreaming of a Faerie-cat alot lately. I wonder what that means?
Rivali.