shu-bi-du-ah
btw do you know that some pple are more susceptible to mosquito bites due to genetic reasons? and they are attracted to carbon dioxide, movement, body heat and bodily acids. hmm.
ok children, lets have fun with Dr. Suess rhymes! "The lame dame came to play a lame name game for fame but she lost and its a shame so she stuck her head into the windowpane and saw an aeroplane but alas its damn pain and all in vain!" haha the rubbish we came up with in school. as well as jun's slope retreat rubberband.. and that bikini.. haha how's that for a non-sequitur.
oh ya. how ironic that 2 entries down i was like talking all cheem then had to go for my GP lesson rite? then i got back my gp essay and it was a straight slap to my face. i got 25/50! like.. i got the lowest essay score ever in my jc life, for my prelims? i must be joking. haha but seriously, i read my own script and think i deserve worst. i have no idea why my writing suddenly decide to mutilate into something so stereotypical and grammatically unsound. i think my normal blog entries make even more sense than my convoluted sentences in my horrible piece of writing.
anyway here're some songs on my playlist right now :)
1. Maksim's album
2. Renee Olstead's album
3. Joe Hisaishi's Spirited Away OST
4. Vanessa Carlton - White Houses
5. Twista/Anthony Hamilton - Sunshine
6. Simple Plan - Welcome to my Life
7. Electrico - I Want You
8. 411 - Dumb
9. The Carpenters - Yesterday Once More
10. Keane - Bedshaped
stepping on shoes
i am absolutely disgusted with myself. i am so self-absorbed that i failed to notice the people around me. those people whom care for me and i care for too. but sometimes my head seemed stuck in the fog, oblivious to my own failings until it stares at me right in the face. how can i count myself as a friend? do unto others what others would do unto you. would i like it if my best friend couldn't give a damn about me? that's what i appeared as- a heartless, cold-blooded, selfish and scummy person.
tell me if you felt as if i've not been enough of a friend to you, because i want to do more. to a particular person, i'm glad for your forgiveness. somethings are just too precious to give up, like your ragged old security blanket, your primary sch neoprints or your favourite birthday present. you are one of them.
on to less serious matters, i got bob for prelims. ha. if i took econs and got an o.. i'll have boob! aww pity. yeah and visited maly at NUH today. poor gal got dengue fever and a serious case at that. it must be the vicious mosquitoes at tc13. they suck man. imagine the harm a single mosquito can do. platelet transfusion and all. don't think she can read this but yeah maly, get well soon alright? have food on small plates..
lighten up pple! with this! enjoy and have a safe journey. good night.
The Weblog
i was thinking bout things yesterday when i've come to realise how powerful a blog is. it encompasses everything, from the basic journal to jot down your everyday life to a public platform for airing your thoughts. it is so much more than a diary, as some would call it, albeit an electronic one. it is like an extension of the writer, reaching out into the vast cyberspace with its tendons of rants, raves and reflections. internet has changed greatly because blogging has become a way of life, and with it you are able to access nuggets of interesting facts, anecdotes and even worldbreaking news or social commentary. all encapsulated within an individual's webpage. in fact, its political voice could no longer be avoided. it is, by the turning of the millenium, the new medium of expression.
looking back at my past entries i felt that i have grown a lot over the course of these two years. my writing has matured, and my thinking has done a lot of growing up too. a blog entry reveals your feelings at that moment you are sitting in front of the computer typing, unlike the nightly diary reflections one might have on colourful lined paper. as i read my past entries these "moments" came back to me as if i'm holding a yellowed photograph- its image still clear but tainted with the new gained knowledge that things will never be the same.
of course there are downsides to this seemingly-perfect weblog concept. people still tend to treat it as a confidante because it is easier than writing down on a journal. yet the very paradox lies in its accessibilty. whatever you wrote becomes fodder for public scrutiny and like all literature, it becomes open to interpretations. there is also a conflict because nobody should and could pen down their deepest thoughts and lie them plain on the table. we are human afterall. imagine what would happen if you describe in fine detail all the imperfections your friend has that irritates you. maybe its just for that moment but you might have very well ruined the perfectly fine friendship. now that won't do, right?
my gp lesson is starting. k bye.
easy listening
and if you are ultra uber bored or super occupied and busy, check out this blog anyway. hahaha.
oh oh i think the Peugeot's advert bout toy cars is soo good! haha. i adore good adverts.. peugeot's other one with the banghra white car is hilarious too. haha and i like the motorola's one dancing on the train. hm.. and delta goodrem's "red and yellow, pink and green" australia ad.
i think i have a sleeping disorder. woke up at 3 again today, after sleeping at 2 last night (just like previous night) haha can't blame me, i have no one to wake me up, nothing to do if i wake up anyway so might as well luxuriate in lalaland and dream about nice things. besides a sleeping disorder i think i also have a eating disorder. i wake up, eat one meal and that lasts me for the day. haha i'm quite disorderly eh.
ahhh i love jazz. ummm.
cookie monster
essentially we are all selfish beings, no?
i hate it when we get back exam results. not because i don't wanna see my own result, but because it always manages to ruin other people's moods. i don't really care what i get for my tests actually as long as i can answer to myself. but i just don't get why are some teachers so condemming. i know we are the worst class of the cohort but it doesn't help if you keep on predicting that we will all flunk our As and provide useless criticisms that hurt pple. they worry and worry then vent their frustration on us, piling up more unpleasantness. why can't they see that that is not what we need.
she said i was arrogant today and doubted my other paper's marks. to look at it as a typical singaporean i felt that yes, my other paper was way overrated, even by my own account. i do know when there's something fishy, alright? but then again, who are you to judge? maybe the other person gives a better representation of cambridge. why are you so pessimistic? are we all idiots in your eyes? are our scribblings there just for you to slash in fiery red? is this what a "learning nation" is supposed to experience? i could see the crestfallen looks on pple when you shoot them down. i know you meant well but its mean. cruel, even.
i feel a kind of oppressiveness in my nose. a rush of blood to the head. how i wish i could spend an eternity sharing a mudpie with a friend. to indulge in chocolatey bliss and the warmth of friendship.
i love to see a smile in the eyes. a reflection of true happiness. yet how many pple smiled with their eyes? why can't we just be open with each other and live happily together.
i get it.
there is no happily ever afters in life, is there?
dip it low
Ms. Teen USA- Louisiana!
oh my gosh she is so stunning. A fresh-faced beauty at that. reminds me of kristen kruek. haha. currently masticating on leftover cold fried pepper beef cos i didn't catch dinner. just had durians, watermelon juice and a piece of stuffed tao gua. haha weird choice of food. right. anyway there's so much to say about what happened that i don't really feel like typing them down. esp on this stiff clackety keyboard with a semi-spoiled spacebar.
so i've completed the next paragraph of my testimonial. actually i feel like i'm directly contradicting myself since i wrote that i have linguistic abilities in that para yet i'm having so much trouble just churning out a formatted testimonial. at the rate i'm going i need 4 more nights to complete it man. (1 para/nite)
oh. but to all who read this, New Police Story by Jackie Chan is damn nice. i'll give it 4 stars. its action with lots of comedy sprinkled around so that tension from the action can be dissipated. soundtrack is quite alright too. of course a major factor is the actors. jackie chan in his classic moves (think weird running style, shaking hands, jacket maneuvers, ropes and heights). Nicholas Tse was also quite comedic as a enthusiastic sidekick. Not to mention this really really chio gal and the bad ass boys. haha actually they look alike, in a good way. The action was so power that it had us on the edge of our seats. haha the emotional scenes were kinda forced though, jackie should just stick to action and cut the "serious acting" crap. GO watch.
the dress to impress etiquette/grooming course was alright la. the hours were long and we didn't really learn anything much. haha except this surprise that guys are supposed to place their body between the oncoming traffic and the lady when crossing the road. i found that very amusing. they call it gentlemanly behaviour. quite nice right? and all the funny cliches about how its the inside is the most important, you know, the inner beauty thing. ya ok we know. that's what ugly pple say. (so mean!!haha heard that somewhere).
oh the bbq thing last night was super fun. i enjoyed every minute of it in the company of friends and laughter. sure beats staying at home watching tv. the bbqed fish was super nice cos of the super spicy chilli. haha. and the pasta faith and jo made.. were alright actually. quite palatable! haha yeah played mahjong and fooled around with digicams. Oh oh! haha and its super lame we went to the playground outside the house to play with the lanterns and candles we bought at NTUC. haha the lanterns are super small. gosh it was eons since i played so yeah it was kinda exciting. erm problem is we din really know what to do with lanterns after we lit them. we were like all excited then suddenly there was silence and a "now what?"
so we decided to play with the candles instead. (after a lantern dropped on the floor and bursted into flames. we got it on video lol.) guess who suggested playing "Blowing Out Candles As Far As You Can". haha. damn it but it was super exciting, esp when you squat to same level as the flame and take a deep breath. then 1,2,3 blow! haha. we r a bunch of funny pple w/o much of a childhood. as faith was saying, the more educated you are, the more retarded you behave. paradoxical but true. right the pics can be found at the Photos link under midautumn fest ya.
pretty rite?
should i post my testimonial on the blog? hahaha.
testimonial
right. juz wanna use the blog to save it down, continuing it tmr in school. ooh i'm super tired. Dress to Impress was blah. BBQ was fun. yay.
i hope so
You're the cheerful smile, the one that's truly happy with almost everything you do and would never change your life.
What Kind of Smile are You?
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group hug!
What Smiley Are You?
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You represent naivete.
So innocent and trusting... you can be very shy at times, but it's only because you're not sure how to act. You give off that "I need to be protected vibe." Remember that not all people are good. Being too trusting will get you easily hurt.
What feeling do you represent?
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oh man. school's starting on wed. tues is dress to impress and bbq day. coincidentally, its also zhong qiu jie! happy midautumn festival!
waxing lyrical
my current playlist songs seem to share a theme. breakaway by kelly clarkson, on the way down by ryan cabrera, cannonball by damien rice, sick and tired by anastacia. here are some lyrics-
...Trying hard to reach out
But when I tried to speak out
Felt like no one could hear me
Wanted to belong here
But something felt so wrong here
So I'd pray
I could break away
I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly.
I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky.
Make a wish, take a chance,
Make a change, and break away.
Out of the darkness and into the sun.
But I won't forget all the ones that I love.
I'll take a risk, take a chance,
Make a change, and break away...
------
Stones taught me to fly
Love, it taught me to lie
Life, it taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball
------
Sick and tired of this world
There's no more air
Trippin' over myself
Goin' nowhere
Waiting
Suffocating
No direction
And I took a dive
------
No warning of such a sad song
Of broken hearts
My dreams of fairy tales and fantasy, oh
Were torn apart
I lost my peace of mind
Somewhere along the way
I knew there's come a time
You'd hear me say
I'm sick and tired
of always being sick and tired
maybe i should start listening to happier songs.
idiot is just dot w/o i.
today's gray and blah. went to school early early in the morning. guess what? our PC part was easier than our lit paper on thurs. how's that suppose to work out? and guess what? i went into the exam w/o knowing its open book, meaning we can bring in as many storybooks, shakespeare etc (as long it does not have written notes on it). ohh man was i surprised. and that's barely a euphemism. but i bravely launched into the paper, with a do-die, don't-do-die so do-die-faster kinda attitude. shakespeare ques was understandable, but i can't write anything in-depth for nuts or raisins. the comments i made were kind of superficial, obvious comments. not good but yeah anyway.
i love travelling with my music. i am doing something because i am moving to a goal, yet i can time out on the journey and think. everyone should have time for themselves, to sort things out. doesn't matter if you are thinking of cotton fluff or silly things but it is good to just daydream. do it on the bus, on the mrt, in the shower, walking alone to school.. thing is, you need to hear yourself clearly. my favourite time would be on the trip to and fro school, perched high on the upper deck of 74. i would stare out at the speeding objects, mind faraway, music blaring in my ears that do not listen. its my space-out time. my mind turns to this thing and that, toying with ideas and dropping them like hot toast as fast as i pick them up wilfully. i love the feeling. sometimes i wish the bus will never reach its stop and the train not pull to its station. i often wonder what the people i see sitting opposite me on the train are thinking of. are their brains empty, exhausted? or are they travelling like i did on another plane that does not exist to others?
i came up with a crazy idea last night as i was about to drop into dreamvoid. haha i'm thinking of busking after As.. somewhere, with my guzheng. but before that i think i really need some practice. haha.
there are times when i feel as if i'm a outside observer of my life, watching from a distance as i do this and that. i can already see the rest of my life happening and i hate the predictability. i feel so jaded sometimes i really wonder why we should all go through this process. what is the point? aspiring philosophers, maybe you can enlighten me. i really don't see the point at all.
grab life by the balls
oh shucks i can't blog now i have to wake up in 4 more hours to take a 3-hour exam that i'm gonna fail anyway. so here's a quick recap of what happened (sounds like survivor recap haha).
1. had lit s lesson morning 10-12. verdict? mind boggling.
2. rushed home shower change. v.rushed.
3. met da gang at 2 plus to catch dodgeball (which btw sounds like a paradox)
4. played in the cine arcade. exciting.
5. had early dinner at LJS. fun
6. got home watched survivor and mugged and showered and mugged. 2nd and last part was traumatising.
wassup pple. by the time u read tis my lit ass paper should have finished wiping rubbish so..... i'm free! i feel like shopping! any takers? :)
rum raisins not rum AND raisins?!
OC is back. yep watched the 17th episode just now. i was hyperventilating when the show started. i missed my ryan marissa seth anna sandy luke summer. definitely not oliver, such a jerk. oh and they played Cannonball by Damien Rice! what a coincidence heh. haha for some strange reason hammie eater decides to call me cannonball. i can't see the semblance but yeah its a nice song so its alright. haha.
speaking of nice shows, i'm seriously going to fail my As. mondays- extreme makeover, america's next top model (new!), tues punk'd at 8, wed charmed at 9.30, thurs apprentice and o.c at 11, fri survivor at 10.. and there's a new reality show called Swan. oh the media pple are getting too good at getting us glued to the tube. how to pass any exams? *sticks head into smashed tv and searches for mysterious object*
today's whitby paper was horrendous. horrible. disgusting. repulsive. terrible. he's practically giving us a hobson's choice. maybe trying to imitate last yr's As standard but wow was it traumatising. nvm. i'm just waiting for this whole fiasco to be over. sat. sat. sat. then can play. (awhile, alright?)
hm i think it was at this point when i closed my IE window juz now. haha actually i sort of retyped the whole thing from memory. so there. feeling generous you see. ok. hand pain. ah din watch a certain movie today (see afore post) because a certain someone wants to watch a certain tv show and made us postpone it to tmr. but had dinner at a jap restaurant perched high in the air so it was not bad.
realised that tis entry is super choppy and fragmented. please forgive me for my current mental state is unable to sustain any higher forms of writing. anywae i'm sick of writing formal stuff. you can't like.. do loads of things y'noe? (haha thats what i'm talkin' bout) so yeah. sick of the 16.5 hrs of pure essays. that's quite a lot of trees and ink. and 3 more hrs on sat. woohoo. 19.5 hrs of straight scribbling. haha and its quite funny how tc13 is plagued by mosquitos where our exam=their meal time. so teachers, if you read this and your paper is held at tc13, do notice the disparity between our paper's quality and the other class'. its the mosquitos, i swear.
The Piano Player
super hungry. its nearing 2 am. h.geog paper today was alright la, expected questions came out. hahaha. pple, prepare yaself for Geri's new cut. that cut made the cut man. oh ho as well as da funky suede.
tmr! tmr! 2nd last paper tmr! ha gonna catch Dodgeball man. i can't wait till sat afternoon, i'll go nuts.
here's a pic for you- cheers!
i love fudge
watched Titanic just now. alright now, please close your gaping mouth. ya, i did watch that show. its nice, really. felt so sad watching the tragedy unfold. actually all that stupid chase here chase there between jack and rose is non-consequential, its the tragedy of such a large-scale disaster that could have been prevented that strikes me. sigh.
that aside i have no idea what i'm doing online. some people finish their papers today! man they have like.. 5 days of hols? oh man can u feel the envy drippin' all over the page. this is so depressing. ok. as i was telling shunyu aka zhutou, take prelims as the chance to make all the mistakes that you can make. then you'll get to learn from it so that the As will go without a hitch. see? then it becomes not so bad. haha. its getting closer.. i can smell it.
oh btw i love my hamster Fudge! (fudgie..) haha he's getting soo fat i should have called it Fat Joe. heh heh its so so adorable and cute and awww.. its whiskers r so long and it likes to clean its face like this *makes weird face sweeping motions with hands* and its bright beady eyes will stare inquisitively at you.. and its fur coat is so nice and shiny and thick when you carry it its warm and.. aww. i love Fudge.
Queen of Blank Scripts
the weather now is damn nice. like chilly, rainy-ish but not the thunderstorm kind. gosh the econs pple must be freezing in the hall. argh i haven't started on h.geog yet, slept till 1 today. i love to sleep.
the nibs scribbling
the papers rustling
the clock a-ticking
but i am queen.
the eye of the hurricane
of whirled minds knowledge swirls
looking down at these poor ignorant fools
do they not see the light?
i wait for the eternity
to pass and grant me freedom back into reality.
for now
i am the queen of empty scripts and thin green lines.
aH! the 2nd entry's comment link worked! its a miracle. i am amazed. k bye.
you're greek to me
anyway today's maths paper was.... a breeze. how can it not be when i skipped through most of it and "finished" at 9.45am, way before 11.30? oh wells as i told beat, i've no feelings whatsoever for maths. strangely enough i don't feel agitated by my mistakes that i made since i have the "confirm die no hope" attitude. good attitude to have i must say.
screw prelims. juz nail the As.
ohh yeah tmr's a holiday-yee-aey-yee-aey. cos those poor peepz are gonna be choosing ABCD for econs and doing DRQs. haha. hmm went to j8 for lunch today, poor jerry cabbed there but we just don't wanna watch Dodgeball! my heart goes out to u. really sorry ya? but haha ur nose cannot la, u need Clarinase! :D
was watching The Odyssey just now on Central by mere serendipity. started an hour late, but ooh the show is good. i love those kinda troy, homerish greek mythology shows, they are very fantastical and imaginative. hm started when odysseus' men were killin' cylops and.. ok shall refrain from story-telling. there was this singaporean short film after that for bout 10 mins called Another Guy which is also quite interesting.
oh yeah. tribute to zq. u r a godsend! love you :)
--2:13am--
oh man i've been working on the comment link thingy cos there's some error with it but i still can't get it! arrgh i'm getting as frustrated as when i'm doing maths. shall catch some sleep. i give up.