Thursday, September 30, 2004
another boring day at school.
and clare abandoned us -glares.
and the thing is, i already expected it.
am i good or what?
i woke up not feeling like going to school
and i knew instantly clare was gonna wag school.
and i should've wagged too.
only i had an internal battle wit myself and i finally decided to be good and responsible.
therefore, i hauled my sorry ass off to school. ):
TJ, RJ and AJ today.
i can't believe they didn't invite ACJC.
what about the needs of us, namely me, intellectually challenged?
the TJ vice principal is one classy dame.
i like her.
RJ brought a whole chockful of our seniors back.
what a way to make me feel sad.
seeing them in all their green-skirted glory just made me even more acutely aware of how inadequate i am.
woe ):
at least these talks gave me a moment of clarity amidst my hazy dilemma.
JC is not for me.
it's gonna drive me flamin' bonkers within the first year.
watched white chicks with syl after school.
i thought the married balck cop was cute.
and brittany daniel is just h.o.t
i worship her.
all hail brittany daniel!
feeling so aimless ):
been swinging from blogger to clare's blog mostly.
tag boards suck.
i'm never getting one -glares.
everybody's getting their prom dress.
shucks. i still don't wanna go.
what a fat waste of time.
and we can't even wear black.
pastel colours, they say.
everybody's gonna look like primroses, dammit.
if this continues, i'm really gonna wear a potato sack there.
GAH.
why on earth is everybody so excited about it?
clare's already getting her dress.
many people's already got it.
and i even heard from charlotte today that there's this nut who got her dress last year, mid june.
isn't it charming how some people can be so conscientiously enthusiastic about the silliest, inconsequential thing? aww.
the boredom's making me bitter.
i wish my blog had a loyal following
-snorts in discontent.
my stat counter is actually progressing faster than i thought it would.
but sucks to it.
i still wish my blog had a loyal following ):
watching some korean weepie now (:
everybody's bawling their eyes out.
really makes me wonder how they manage to not get dehydrated.
i think people shouldn't cry that much.
spoils your image.
whatever your image may be, it spoils it.
unless your image's that of a sobbing wimp.
then its not much of an image anyways.
crying's bad.
it makes people blind.
i always see it in taiwanese shows.
where the son's a prick and the mom cries till she turns blind.
so cliche -snorts.
haha, i'm going into a tirade about crying.
shows how much free time i'm giving myself now the prelims are over.
i'm so self-indulgent it should be a sin.
ah. the korean show is so dramatic.
every damn script twist known to film history happens.
and all the actors look the same.
small eyes, tofu skin and nice noses.
i can never tell the difference between them all.
so from the way i see it, you like one, you like all.
they look the same anyways.
kinda like japanese men with their blonde hair.
everyone's got the same thing.
ugh.
HCJC came to give us a talk today.
i'm so impressed by their humanities scheme thing.
i wish i was smart enough for that.
then i would happily stay in dinky old singapore for another 2 years with no complaints.
tch. if only.
i want a black room with black walls and black furniture,
and a black marble tiled toilet with a nice pot of green fern (:
HAHA. well, duh. ferns are always green.
or at least, the ones i want have to be green.
i mean, purple fern just doesn't sound right does it?
this is silly.
i'm living the absolute idle life now.
i like i like i like (:
HAHA. its the end of the dratted prelims.
finally !
what liberation we all felt.
clare was so happy she was sparkling all over the place.
she was THAT happy.
okay, we all were.
who wouldn't be?
haha
was pouring like nobody's business.
clare and i shared amanda's jacket
as a shield (:
and we were shrieking away like lunatics.
clare was clucking and shoving like a mother chicken. heh. heh.
charlotte and bri were alot more docile under clare's unnaturally thick boxfile
and amanda was being very brave and walking straight in the rain.
got to town after that.
watched saved!
was not bad.
macaulay culkin is goddarn hot
after the jewish girl tousled his hair.
i think it's probably the sex too.
and clare agreed.
haha.
okay, i didn't just say that. shala
i never thought i'll think a wheelchair-ridden guy was hot.
but damn, he. was. so. hot.
i'll like to watch the show again.
just for him -beams fondly.
he was my second favourite childhood sweetheart (:
after simba, the absolute love of my life. heh
i thought he was so cute in richie rich :D
guess even then, mucho moolah attracted me tonnes.
HAHA.
after that, dessert at marche.
then walking around at topshop and wisma,
wishing once again that i'm a waif ):
and clare's gonna get on my case again for that. tch.
but oh well, pretty much a nice day
i like senseless towning with 'em all.
joy joy happy happy.
wish phoon was here.
hejunxiang's on the newpaper. whoopdeedoo
it's the ugly picture of him though.
the newpaper sure don't know what's good and what's not.
oh YES.
charlotte's got a classics page.
it's a good page to read.
and it's going to have constant updates, i hope.
all who are fans of charlotte (like me!) should view it.
so officially screwed.
i'm staring my mini ss textbook in the face and i still can't study.
it's quite scary, really.
living for almost sixteen years and suddenly realising that i have no idea how to mug properly.
using the computer with no mouse is really tedious.
my mouse is plugged in somewhere on my comp.
except it's not the right place and i can't seem to yank it out.
woe.
should've stolen the nice black mouse from the comp lab when i could.
it was such a good mouse.
plus, i think it would've looked much better with my comp than the school's one.
all my mice seem to spoil so easily.
this is like, my 4th mouse in 3 years.
i should persuade my mom to buy a whole box of mice so i never have to go without one.
this just hit me though,
am i going to be screwed for leaving school when i had to take my class picture?
aw shucks. i don't want to be in the yearbook, dammit.
plus, i can't find my class tee.
and i don't much think i want to.
it's from converse.
tuckermax.com is hilarious
i really have to applaude charlotte's scouting skills.
wen lan smooched hejunxiang for 8 hours to get her mtv done.
!!
she like, completely devoured his tofu.
he ain't got no tofu left. ):
8hours..?! goodness me.
i wish to find self-actualization and be a self-actulized individual so that i may cease to act and think like a sad fanclubber.
or a snowflake.
whatever applies.
chem paer today.
can't say i have much to say about it.
though i heard it was quite hard.
my understanding of the subject is not profound enough for me to judge the paper.
oh well -shrugs.
sometimes, you just gotta accept it.
i throughly wish i had opted for subscience though.
especially after clare described the paper.
even a chem idiot like me could pass the paper. tch.
was raining bloddy heavily just now.
at this rate, we're gonna get a typhoon soon.
and i was so hoping for a ride from clare home.
but she abandoned me.
so it was just me and the harsh elements.
haha.
before i was at the other side of the schoolgate, i was already a soaked chicken.
and even then, i was feeling very happy and brave.
and all macho and snotty cos i was so courageous and braving the typhoon while everyone else with umbrellas were still huddled in school. HAH.
i'm so childish sometimes.
so even though i could seek shelter from the hdb flats, i continued on my little journey under the big trees instead,
it was so wet and windy i couldn't even open my eyes.
and i was STILL trotting happily along, feeling very self-righteous.
then i heard thunder.
and as i told clare, thunder means lightning.
and lightning means scary, horrible death with me ending up smelling like burnt pork.
and looking like it too.
so i hurriedly beat my retreat to the nearest hdb flat.
where all the other people with umbrellas were.
thankgod i got a cab fast.
the poor cabbie though. haha.
he was just appalled when i opened his door.
but i guess he took pity on me?
so he let me stay in the cab.
i've never been so soaked in my life, i swear.
my shoes were so water-logged i could rear goldfishes in them.
was squishing all over the place.
i think i could have filled a small pond with the water on me. heh
so much for being all brave.
once in the cab, i started feeling cold, wet and miserable.
reached home, took a hot bath and jumped into my nice warm bed,
and was comatose till 5.
what a happy wasted day (:
i detest chem with the whole of my heart.
it's going to be the utter ruin of me.
can't be bothered with it anymore.
if i get f9, there really isn't anything i could do anyways.
DIE CHEMISTS, DIE.
someone just hit me on the head and let me sink into a coma till the end of next year.
wo bu yao huo le ):
i cant get any of my history facts in ):
i'm cursed.
i have two history texts and i lost them both.
in my house.
so i had to borrow another history text from the sec3s.
i'm such a sad sod.
no more 12 points.
no more U.K ):
what a world of difference your gender makes.
i am intellectually superior. all hail me.
haha.
trying to pep myself up.
i'm in the doldrums.
already preparing for a life in ITE.
i've even chosen bishan ITE.
since it's the nearest.
then i can sleep late in my sad future.
i'm intellectually superior. hoho
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
i'm glad i napped just now.
had a really nice dream (:
i was at fullerton and this old stingray of a woman gave me a wishing calender.
don't ask me why it's a wishing
calender.
it just was.
and i could have like 220 000 wishes.
too bad i woke up before i could use up all of them wishes.
didn't even get to wish for a gucci wallet ):
everybody's off to sleep.
all by myself listening to that nicenice chinese song which name i just dont get and moping.
the nanyang e.math paper 2 is an absolute killer.
if our prelims are anything like that, hello ITE.
i think my study's haunted.
bad place to be, especially now.
keep hearing the door being opened and nobody's ever there ):
i'm freaking myself out, i am.
i'll just die if the tv turns itself on.
it's switched channels by itself before, so why not just turn itself on right?
plus it's freezing in here.
ghostly apparitions absolutely thrive in cold places, or so i've learnt from sixth sense.
hah, sheesh. i feel so desolated now.
what if something says "HEY THERE" to me?
do i reply?
i'm getting hysterical.
amazing how i can still sit in my eccentric chair (which goes up and down as it wishes) and type as i am now.
this is rather silly, but i haven't got nuts to do.
i'm totally the regular blogger now -pleased.
library study today wasn't bad, except there was just the teensiest bit too many people.
i'm not a people person.
drats, wish the prelims weren't just 'round the corner.
makes me scared.
i hate being scared.
writing very disjointed sentences here.
would be surprised if anyone be myself understands this.
i have a bad feeling that i won't be seeing hejunxiang much on tv now that he's started school ):
tommorrow, if i don't see him on tv again, i will absolutely cry my guts out.
he's like a drug.
can't get enough of the dear guy's sexay eyes (:
love those eyes of his.
even though i strongly suspect his double eyelids are fake.
as in, made with eyelid sticker or glue or something to that effect.
don't see why, though.
they look fine as they are.
maybe he just puts stuff to enhance the lids?
pah. that's like bloody vain.
males nowadays. tch.
sometimes, i think i draw my own conclusions too much. haha.
i rather like doing that.
gives me some sense of accomplishment somehow.
don't even know what i'm even doing now.
typing whatever crap's coming to my mind.
i hope we can study at clare's dining table tommorrow.
i miss her sofa.
in reference to charlotte's enlightened teachings, i hereby reinforce the great truth in her words.
to all self-proclaimed snowflakes, i wage a war against you!
of all the deluded, sad blighters in the world, snowflakes top the list.
their theory of christening themselves under the pseudonym of those sparkling products of mother nature so as to hide their true troll-like nature can only be classified under the title of 'workings of a simple mind'.
so diabolically silly is the mind of the snowflake and her snowball-ful of snowflake friends, they feel the need to express their every action and thought in upper and lower case letters, along with the excessive use of exclamation marks and also, all other symbols available on their keyboard so as to act as decoration to their otherwise sadly infantile words.
snowflakes also possess the uncanny need to use the word 'shuai' to describe every unfortunate Y-chromosome'd organism which catches their inconsequential fancy.
so unfathomable is the hypothetical mind of the snowflake that it, in itself is a mystery wrapped in an enigma and commonfolk like us, with our above average intelligence, will never figure out.
the above is in no way directed towards a particular person.
similarity to any person, dead or alive, is purely coincidence.
i just typed an entry and i deleted it accidentally.
how stupid.
and i still dont know how i accomplished that.
so annoying.
the sept hols are here!
pah.
everybody else in my family is lazing.
i'm jealous.
not saying that i'm not lazing.
it's just that well .. nobody else has thoughts of prelims and Os disrupting their pleasant lazing.
so i'm having very bad, worrisome and guilt-ridden lazing while everyone else is lazing like it's their birthright. -sulks.
the injustice of it all.
and just a while ago, i was actually rather happy.
whining to myself, as usual.
and annoying myself with my whining too,
but still relatively happy.
but not anymore.
blogger ruined it all.
i didnt know a whole essay of words could be deleted by one press of a key.
and i dont even know which keys i've pressed.
i should be cutting my nails soon.
they're far too long.
they reach places i never intend them to.
that sounded rather questionable, but
HECK IT!
i just love saying that (:
my sister's got me infected with that twang.
oh well, back to my nails.
i need to cut them soon. yes.
i can't even use the calculator now.
it's THAT bad.
this is so superficial.
oh well.
i've never been able to touch on things of substance anyway.
what for try and seem like a wannabe intellect?
i'll bet it'll seem odd if i tried to discuss whether taiwan ought to return to china.
which actually, since we're on the subject, i dont think she should.
no way.
i think china's concept on 'reunifying the motherland' is just bloody absurd.
they cant even control their own mainland properly. -sneers.
and see how taiwan has prospered in the 5 decades apart from china.
then proceed to look at the little disease breeding ground china is now still.
and with the way the government is going, they're gonna kill that sleeping dragon of theirs before it even wakes up.
down with communism!
and besides, if taiwan went back to china, then instead of me liking whichever taiwanese male star, i'll be liking a .. urk .. chinese communist?
now, THAT would be a disaster.
haha. look at that -points up.
thoughts of a would-be politician (:
i'll probably cause a war to start up immediately.
therefore, i come to the conclusion that i should never attempt to write things of substance or to assume to presume an itellect i do not possess.
said simply, never act smart.
that said, on to somthing else.
i think i should get down to some serious mugging.
i need charlotte's drive.
and clare's occasional hardworking-ness, which comes in spurts but are .. small but mighty!
having none of those here though ):
plus, i have another downfall.
taiwanese idol dramas -solemn.
i place such high hopes on them, and yet, time and time again, they disappoint me.
and still, i continue watching them.
i'm like that colloquial stupid dog who keeps going back to his horrible abusing master.
yeah, pathetic.
but shucks, am i to help it if that pathetic soppy 15 year old in me just cant get enough of it whilst the critic in me just hateshateshates it.
this so personifies a love-hate relationship.
and can i help it if taiwan keeps churning out one gorgeous guy after another?
there's a neverending string of them.
which brings me to my latest .. lover.
i still can't pronounce his name properly.
which is very very sad, seeing that i've been learning mandarin for the last 15 years.
but HEY, that name of his?
so the tongue twister.
but i maintain my loyalty (:
jiayun told me yesterday that he's only 4 years older
how happy that made me.
rather refreshing that, to have the age difference between me and my male celebrity obsession be able to be counted with one hand.
just one!
why, i remember a time where i had to count to my toes even.
haha.
this is so the very kind of prose that has charlotte sneering away.
silly and of no consequence (:
oh well. as long as it makes me happy.
