Victoria
Bet you thought this was going to be witty. But in the interest of Internet safety and all that jazz,
I shall refrain from divulging highly sensitive information, including
age, telephone number, and weight. I guess a name is ok though; how else
will you know it's me? (But seriously, kids, don't talk to strange old men on the Internet)
I do adore owls though. But you already knew that so I guess that's ok too.
Must be popular demand from all my adoring fans eh.
I smell like a walking apple right now, cause of the new soap I bought. Apples smell nice though wahahaha. I don't know why but I like the smell of apple soap. Apple soap smells nothing like apples, but it smells crisp and sweet and fresh. I preferred the Christmas golden apple one though =( It sparkled lols.
Anyway, I think there must have been some outdoorstrail thingy for HCI today, cause there were a whole lot of them skulking around Plaza Sing. I saw this group of them but I wasn't sure if they were HCI or just other random brown-skirted people, because they were wearing random shirts. I spotted one with a picture of Mr Lim's car on it and thought to myself: Who'd wear a T-shirt with a picture of Mr Lim's car on it?
I think my habit of stalking people and compulsively reading the backs of their T-shirts is a little freaky and OCD-ish, but I've always suspected that I'm borderlinely OCD-ish. Must have been something to do with my being autistic. But anyway, as long as they don't (and they didn't) realise that there's a freaky RGS girl in a white hoodie trailing them, it won't hurt them.
And hey, sometimes you just can't resist the temptation. Like with Mr Stallone Goh's T-shirts, ooh! There were like super alot Calvin and Hobbes comics on it, he just walked too fast. Boohoo. He has interesting T-shirts. Like that Pangwei guy, with his Robots in Disguise one.
So yeah, I trailed them for awhile until I read the words "HCI ORIENTATION 07" and realised that they were HCIians. It's so hard to tell them apart from Nanyang JC people. And VS people, if you're cleaning your glasses like me.
You can never mistake an RGS girl for anyone else =) Except maybe Anderson, but the colour is obviously different.
Today I feel happy.
Because I'm not as stupid as everyone thinks =) Like that girl in the Agatha Christie book. It was super cool.
See, her husband was this flirt and he thought it was okay to flirt cause she was so blur and had no temper at all. So he flirted outrageously with her friend and they were even planning to elope. And then one day, the husband's ex-gf came back and started flirting flamboyantly with him, and then the husband went to sleep with her. The girl witnessed all this but pretended not to, but in the end, she shot him. Because everyone thought she was blur and dumb, no one suspected her. =)
Hooray for acting dumb!
Lols I'm pondering about a lack of control and over control. It's rather amusing really.
Tomorrow is Labour Day, and I'm gonna sleep in I don't care~
Ohmygaaaaawd. Subject: testinq Text: jus tryinq to see if dhis dhinq workks.. Koped off the student discussion forum, and I was horrified. Twits, ew.
Oh, I'm gonna post about out lovely OM LTP4DIV2 team snack: Chocomint!
It's green and minty and sexy, just like all of us.
Because I'm lazy to take a picture of it myself, and because I don't wanna show all you blog stalkers my house, just use your imagination and activate your lazy mind's eye.
Hmm, it says "crunchy chocolate snack" and we always eat it during OM sessions. It's a perk-me-up thingy yay.
History of chocomint: Yingtong bought it and we shared it, and then I went to buy it and we shared it, and then our whole team got addicted to Chocomint. Hooray =D
And even though Lidan pointed out one day that it was actually "Choco Mini", no one actually cares cause Chocomint just rolls off the tongue. And everyone calls it chocomint too, not just us. =D
It tastes like peppermint M and Ms.
Ohh look what I drew today!
I have no idea why it's so darned huge, but hey, big is good. It's sho pretty yay. The real one looks nicer, this one looks horribly fuzzy and disgusting for some weird reason. I'll show you the real one if you ask me. I love 0.28 pens, they allow my words to go even smaller than usual. Maybe I'll scan a copy of my handwriting in 0.7 and my handwriting in 0.28 to show the huge difference.
Of course, no one really appreciates me writing in 0.28 because they say it's too small. Hmph they have eye problems.
I like the 0.28-pen-drawn version better.
I was inspired by Sarah's random 0.6 pen. I thought the flowers were really pretty so I copied them and rearranged them lol =D Handwriting my own font. Not my usual though =(
Well this is step 3 in how I cope with stress lols.
#1: Hobo in the leftmost back corner of 105.
#2: Bug everyone until they get super pissed off.
#3: Blog like, 5 posts in a row.
#4: Go talk to my stuffed pig.
Hurrah! (the ants go marching two by two, hurrah, hurrah)
Labourday/ violin tomorrow.
The Whale Rider consists of elements of whale porn. I hope they don't give us that for MYAs, I'll probably freak out and die right there and then. Eww it's so sick lar, I mean, WHALE PORN.
Although according to Mr Tee, wild boars can have orgasms for up to half an hour, which is why *coughcoughcoughcoughcough*. Uhh. Hee.
Knowing Xinyuan, she'll probably spice up my tagboard with a random fact about whale porn (in a bad way) in her I'm-so-excited-about-whale-porno kind of way.
Tsk, tsk, seriously, how could they let young and impressionable girls like us read WHALE PORN?
(I'll bet soon all the guys from guys' schools who read my blog will soon be rushing to buy copies of The Whale Rider. But it's just one section lols.)
I'm wasting it on telling yall some quotes which I found digging through my old diaries.
Oh and Haoyang finally remembered Werty. Sho amusing wahahaha.
So! Sensei was niaoing Jeremy about his height by comparing him to Andre, and then he felt bad cos Jeremy was emoing so he said: Jeremy-san, komenasai. Jeremy: I forgive you T_T
Okay these are from Mr Mizar, my personal favourites ahaha.
"And you forgot to mention that you ripped everything off infopedia. infopedia.nlb.com. HAH. Think I dunno arh? I've been teaching this topic for 5 years. HAH."
"So if a lot of traders come here store food, then the rats come and steal the food. What happens next? Rats sell it for profit lar!"
"In Raffles' time, sending messages got lag time of few months one."
Hem hem, morning assembly today was (as usual) uneventful, except our ranting against the establishment for (as Boonhwee so succintly put it) "making us set up the freaking mikes and then making us keep the freaking mikes 1 minute later!"
So after setting up the freaking mikes and keeping them one minute later, I went back to class where I got mobbed by Denise and Clarisse T. Clarisse T was amused by Denise's blog, and her favourite quote is now apparently: "Romeo's last wish was to get laid by Juliet." And I made an amazing discovery today: Our cute and blur Mrs Tay was apparently some super pro shooter. Who would've thought?! She looks so old and cute and blur, like "D-Y-E, dye." We must all be very careful around Mrs Tay now haha, she could kill us in two ways now!
Chinese was okay. Somehow time seemed to crawl, and I wrote 4 pages. Like I looked up at the clock and only 15 minutes had passed, so I said to myself, "Okay... let's write some more!" Yeah and then I looked up at the clock again, "Cool, half an hour gone. Let's write some more!" Before I knew it, I'd written 4 pages and then some. That's a smashing 1058 words, kiddies. 1058. Ownage.
I had fun crapping around during the break with Rachel and Crystal and Azura. Rachel kept telling Azura that she couldn't touch certain people, because of a certain reason.
History was okay. Mr Lim was invigilating, and then he used our recycling box to collect our answer scripts. I was kinda scared that he'd hand up all the scripts in the recycling box and some nice, well-meaning teacher would spy it and go, "Oho! Recycling! Let's all save the earth yay!" and dump all our hard work into the recycling bin. He kept shaking the box with our scripts in it! I don't know why! It sounded like one of those rattly things you hold and shake in Spanish music. Oh oh oh. Clever Denise put up her hand and said in a mournful tone: "Mr Lim, my string broke." She was holding a pair of scissors in her hands and looking highly suspicious. (She says she didn't cut it though.) Mr Lim had this O.O look on his face, as did most of the class, because HOW do you break a string? LT was giggling throughout the whole collection of papers, so I started giggling too and soon the whole class started giggling -.- Mr Lim: WHAT'S SO FUNNY RAWR
LT says that Denise should have chopped the string up into teeny bits, gathered them all up in her hands and then told Mr Lim that she broke her string. When Mr Lim came over to look, she should have shouted "WHEEEEE" and thrown the bits in his face.
Huimin hid Denise's schoolbag in the top shelf of our changing cupboard. Denise got very flustered. =D
Ms Ong was rather surprised to see Sheal/Shale still on LT's jacket. She walked past us, did a double take, and said: "Has that thing been there since Friday?" Me: *conspiratally* It's telling her the answers. LT: Tee hee. Ms Ong: Oh. I can't believe you actually took my suggestion to hang it on your jacket seriously. Me: LT's the Sheal/Shale Rider. LT: Tee hee. Ms Ong: Shale? Me: Whale/Seal. Ms Ong: Lemme see. IT'S OBVIOUSLY A SEAL LAR! Me: =D Ms Ong: *mumbles* more like the WEIRD rider.
Then I went to Plaza Sing to buy soap. Ahahaha.
As I was going home, I saw the travellator at Dhoby Ghaut station. I remembered our Teachers' Day reunion last year, where the immature people competed who was faster: Crystal, Wesley, or the travellator. Haha, nostalgia. I saw this very interesting yellow line on the edge of the travellator that said "Beware, end of travellator approaching." It looked super cute cause it was just on the edge there, and I was reading it while appreciating the innovativeness of the advertisement... until I reached the end of the travellator and tripped. And that's how I learnt the hard way that yellow lines that say "Beware, end of travellator approaching" are not advertisements.
Speaking of advertisement, I watched two advertisements in a row on the bus that had something to do with sex appeal. The first one was the Clorets advertisement, which made me snigger quite alot cause it was so stupid. Apparently, if you eat Clorets and breathe on people, they'll all start doing the Mala on you. Eeeks Xinyuan, don't you BREATHE on me! (That's an MCR line, in case you're too dumb to realise.) And then there was some slimming pill advertisement. Something about random guy having frumpy gf and thus stares at chiobus. Frumpy girl buaysong. Frumpy girl buys slimming pills. Frumpy girl eats slimming pills. Frumpy girl becomes chiobu. Frumpy girl stares at supposedly hot guys. Random guy buaysong. Yay. (Simple storybook enough for you, huh?) But anyway the disgusting thing was that the supposedly hot guy didn't even have a head, and consisted primarily of manboobs and a (fake-looking) six pack. What kind of paedophile goes topless to the park? And manboobs are just gross.
There, I'll conclude my long post here so that Haoyang won't accuse me of abusing (?) him.
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Who're you, and why didya come here o.O How dya know me? =O
Anyway I'm gonna mug History now. I'm so dropping History in Sec 3, cause I'm a complete failure at it. Tripscience is the way to go =D Plus if you take Triphumans you'll probably wanna go to HCI, which I don't want to. Sho far.
Anyway RJ (which is gonna be RI sooner or later) is funner. There are more, uh, interesting characters lurking around in the vicinity. Bytheway Crys and Rach, weren't we like, supposed to do an RS project on certain interesting characters lurking in the vicinity of RI?
Apparently, he brought a camera to ORA this year to capture all his happy memories. What on earth is he doing at ORA actually? Is he an alumnus?
Oh pizza making today was quite fun, because we got to beat up the dough.
(Cue: "Ow", went the dough. "Coward", went the dough, as I ducked out of the room.)
Mrs Abbas said to visualise the face of your mortal enemy on the dough as you whacked it around, so as to get some revenge. However, I managed to do it without emotion. I couldn't bear imagining my worst enemy's face; it's just too ugly.
Plus if I imagined his face on the dough, I would probably run screaming from it. I can't stand tiko leers. If his face was really the dough, I would just punch it really hard, dump it into the bin and possibly shred it into pieces. But then again, I'd have to pick it up and TOUCH it. Eww eww eww eww eww.
I shall do random quizzes!
Or maybe not, cause I can't find a decent quiz. Rarr no one tags me =( Except Louisa, yay =D
Mr Nuh's name was on the absent teachers board today. (Strangely, Mrs Lee STILL isn't back, even though her MC ended yesterday. OMGWTFBBQSAUCE lor. Book her for truancy!) Sadly the reason they gave was some crappy reason which totally wasn't true. Shooo boring, it said "time off". Hmph-a-dee-doo-dah. According to Crystal, he went for a photoshoot. SO WHY DIDN'T THEY PUT IT THERE HUH? So boring just write something like "time off"... But I don't think it'd have gone down too well: Nuh Photoshoot.
If only, yeah.
EDIT: OMG the world is seriously too damn close for comfort. Now I really understand what those people meant when they said that it's a small world after all. How come everyone knows each other except me? IT'S NOT FAIR!
By the way, I just realised that I bring new meaning to being bad at badminton. Today I tried to serve, but my racket flew over the net while the stupid sticky shuttlecock stayed on my side. Badminton is horrible. =( Denise nearly killed herself laughing, the meanie.
Ho! The sixfifteen-fourteen blog has been updated. Hmm. I shall go check later.
Anyway, Haoyang wants me to blog (and because I love pissing OCD people off, I shall continue to spell his name without the spacing. Hurray.) because he apparently needs to know something. He refuses to tell me what it is he wants to know, so I shall just hantam random guesses.
#1: There's no solution to your brother's Maths problem. #2: Yes, I know your friend's girlfriend. She looks like a taugeh. Hah, I knew I knew her. #3: Dance Floor Anthem is emo, but I don't care it's one of my favourite songs because it's so super cool. And I bet you're emoing cause your boyfriend broke up with you =D #4: I'm currently gloating over the fact that I know your friend's girlfriend. #5: I'm just procrastinating my revision.
Damn, I wish I'd gone to VS! Apparently they're giving them all a freaking day off because their TnF did well or something. WALAU EH, WHY ARE ALL BOYS' SCHOOLS SO SLACK? I'm buaysong, grr.
Oh, today we had more of that xian qi liang mu courses. Made pizza and orange wedges. Huiting and I were swapping toppings. I don't bloody care if Cooking is supposed to educate us to be self-sacrificing xian qi liang mu people, I'm never ever ever gonna work in a freaking kitchen with a freaking mosquito in it. Having O blood means that you're often placed in a bad position, what with having only 1 instead of 2 or 4 choices of blood. Also, blooddrive people love to hound you because you're a universal donor. Not to mention that to a hungry (or full, it doesn't really matter) mosquito, you're a bloody (no pun intended) walking food factory.
Mosquitos are magically attracted to me.
In the end, Mrs Letchimi went around spraying everyone with insecticide. I'm eating grapes now and I can still smell the insecticide. Maybe I'll die of pesticide infections or whatever happens to those veggies. Cool!
Hmph, if Cooking is supposed to train us to become nice wifes and loving mothers, then I won't ever marry a guy with a mosquito in his kitchen.
Oh, Mrs Abbas is super funny. She was telling us grotesque tales about how sausages were made, and then Jiayi started talking to I-dunno-who. Mrs Abbas: *leans over and smiles at Jiayi* Were you a chicken before? Jiayi: *nods* Mrs Abbas: Hah, I knew it. See lar, I bet you're saying something like "Eh, eh, remember the time we were in there?"
We gave out AV pins today. =D They're almost as cute as me.
Lidan apparently asked Ms Leow what "love juice" is.
Trouble that's welcome. (Uh no, that's not the defination of love juice.)
I just remembered something funny from yesterday's programming.
Like I said, we were coding a recursive function to find the Nth Fibonnaci number. So after that we had debrief.
Zhenghao: Okay most of you managed to code the program, anyone didn't manage to? *some people put up their hands* Zhenghao: Why? If it's syntax error or compile error don't tell me, that one you go figure our yourself. Random guy: My program compiled, but it outputs the wrong answer. Zhenghao: Like? Random Guy: I put in 5, it printed out 5. Whole class: ...... WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Zhenghao: Walau eh you trying to be funny issit. Random Guy: Oh. Oops.
In case you're all too stupid to get it, 5 IS the 5th Fibonnaci number. Yay.
Because I am nice and Haoyang is OCD-ish, I have changed the timestamp to reflect the accurate time now. Haoyang you can stop obsessing over it now. Sien, I can't be nocturnal anymore rawr!
Nocturnalness is cool.
Reading my childhood diaries (which my mum kept for me, of course), I have come to the conclusion that I was autistic when I was young. My mum agrees.
I feel very pleased with myself for having made such a discovery today! (Oh no, I'm starting to sound like Mr Lim when he discovered that you could actually wet wood before putting Gorilla Glue on.)
I'm serious, I most probably was autistic. I mean, who else walks around on tiptoe and is scared of prams and skeletons and didn't talk except for crappy stuff like "Am I crying?" when they were three?
Stupid Sion never come again lar. Stomachache, he said. >=( Jedrek came though, with his wife in tow (that annoying cute little purple dragon called Jarby) Melvin is, as usual, plotting to steal Jarby when Jedrek's in the bath.
Luckily Haoyang hid in a corner before Jedrek arrived, and since I was sitting next to him and Junsheng was sitting next to me, Jedrek couldn't ram his face into Haoyang's balls today. I don't think he'll trying ramming his face into Haoyang's balls again anytime soon, because the last time they were wrestling, Haoyang suddenly let go of Jedrek and Jedrek crashed into the bookcase. Exactly like Sion did last time, haha.
So poor Junsheng got bullied by Jedrek and his wife.
Hah, Melvin didn't believe that Mr Nu4 got into feichangsuperband! So I had to show him the pictures, and now he's threatening to hack my blog =( I don't know why either. But I wouldn't put it past him haha.
MELVIN WAS SUPPOSED TO BE RGS'S TECHNICIAN, BUT HE TURNED DOWN THE OFFER RAWR! He claims to have taught Mr Nu4 guitar though. Hahahahaha.
We're gonna watch Superhero Movie in Juuuune~ Haoyang's dad's gonna treat all of us, including Melvin but excluding Melvin's hypothetical GF. Finally lar, we've been planning to go for a movie since two years ago. Everytime holiday also "Eh wanna go movie? Okay let's go movie." but in then end also NEVER GO.
HMPH HAOYANG THIS TIME YOU ORGANISE =D
Apparently, Haoyang's gakkai friend has a GF in RGS. Cool. I know her ahahaha. They apparently met on an 8-hour-flight to I-dunno-where, started talking, and fell in love. Awwww. Oho, and he's in band. Maybe we'll see her at the VHS Band thingy. Yay I'm going to Singapore Conference Hall to watch VHS's band. Haoyang paying for the tickets so why not lor.
Oh wow I just realised that I have stuff on 27th, 28th AND 29th of May. And now 31st. Wow.
Today's programming was amusing, as usual. I love Saturday Mornings because of it. Well, of course, now that Josie's there, it's appeal has lessened a teeny bit but I don't care.
For Crystal: (Other not-obsessed-with-Josie-people can stop reading here.) I saw Josie walking up the other staircase, and being the stupid ungentlemanly gay he is, he didn't even bother to hold the door open for me and instead slammed it in my face, even though we both reached the door around the same time. When I finally stopped cursing long enough to open the door (slamming the door in people's faces have horrible effects when people are still not so used to new specs.) he gave me an evil grin and continued leaning over his friend. Josie looks toot with his specs.
Hennyway, Zhenghao was in a bad mood.
"Let me tell yall a story to start off today's lesson okay. One day, I woke up at 5am in the morning and went to Changi Airport to fetch a friend who had come back from the States. "I lugged a 40kg heavy luggage to Changi Village, taking two buses because we wanted to eat the famous Nasi Lemak. Changi Village got alot of famous Nasi Lemak, but this is the most famous of all. How you can tell? The signboard there says 'GENUINE CHANGI VILLAGE NASI LEMAK'. Because of the one word there 'Genuine.' And also the fking long queue."
Junjie looked up and gave Zhenghao this evil look.
"Okay sorry for swearing. Young impressionable people. Don't swear. Swearing is bad for you. It gives you cancer and everything. Yeah so anyway, we lugged the 40kg luggage to Changi Village, took 2 buses, because we wanted to eat the famous genuine Nasi Lemak and guess what? It was closed. Moral of story? Shit happens. Life sucks. Okay now let's start the lesson."
I thought it was some inspirational crap that was supposed to guilt us/inspire us into doing our homework or something, lols.
And then we did all those cool stuffs about recursive functions and we managed to code a recursive function to find the nth Fibonacci number. I koped some codes from Heidi who koped some codes from Zhang Yue who koped some kodes from Chloe who koped some kodes from... AIYA DUNNO LAR. Sho fun. (After Junhao introduced us to recursive functions, he ended with, "Okay, so now yall all can go try coding your very own fun recursive function! If you need me I'll be here playing Patapon.") Then being the genius that I am, I got bored and decided to set the compiler a fun task: compute the 135th Fibonacci number! So while it compiled, I decided to test the limits of the built-in compiler in the OJ. Junhao came and sat down next to me and played his stupid Patapon PSP game, which shouted "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY" in high and squeaky voices at random intervals. (Heidi and I ended up watching the game over his shoulders.)
I think Junhao is psychic. As I was smirking to myself and trying to make the OJ crash, he said to me, "Are you testing the limit? It's around 40." WITHOUT looking up from his Patapon which was shouting "YAAAAAY" again.
I want a gay Patapon which shouts "YAAAAAAAAY" too.
And then it was quite funny lar, the rest of the lesson. Zhenghao dropped an open marker on the floor and said "F*CK" really loudly while Junjie gasped. Zhenghao: "Okay, frick. Frick, frick, frick. Or okay lar frack. Yay."
Lawls Crystal is apparently more adept at snooping, and has much more free time than me.
And once again, while I'm not one of those crazy fangirls, I support Ethe'Real. (LOL complicated spelling much?) Nope, I don't have a crush on Mr Nuh or his "silky locks", as LT says adoringly, but I still think his hair is cool.
Yay support Ethe'Real, because RGS's technician is in it. And then RGSAVPA definitely must support, because he's given us so much technical SUPPORT. =D (Yay, our perfect never-fail formula of troubleshooting: CALL TECHNICIAN!)
1. At what age do you wish to marry? LOL 20plus lor.
2. Have you given your first kiss away? Uhh on the lips no... but yeah I guess?
3. Who is the person you trust most? I'm so naive that I trust alot of people =(
4. Do you think you have enough confidence? Uhh sometimes! If I'm listening to bouncy music then yes I'll feel bouncy, but if I'm listening to emo music I get emo.
5. If sacrificing something of yours would bring happiness to another, would you do it? Depends on what you want me to sacrifice and who it will bring happiness to. For example, if you wanted me to kill myself so that Munglin would be happy, then no.
6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain? SINGAPORE RARELY CAN SEE RAINBOW LARRRR
7. What are you afraid to lose the most now? Now arh. I dunno leh. Before OM finals I'd have said OM, but now that OM is over there's no more meaning in life. So I'm quite apathetic, but I wouldn't wanna lose all my relationships with family, friends and whales.
8. Do you believe in eternity love? Not really, but I dream about it.
9. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her? Depends if the person likes me too.
10. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you. LOUISA! #1: Super pro at ballet, always remembers all the exercises before anyone else. #2: Really nicenicenice and kind =) #3: Nice to talk to =DDD
11. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half? Nice to me =D Will save a seat for me in the bus, because I hate standing. Tells me that I'm the best girl that ever lived, because I'm narcissistic =P Really loves me.
12. Which type of person do you hate the most? THE MUNGLIN KIND!
15. What do you think is the most important thing in your life My relationships with family, friends, and whales. Enemies don't count!
16. Do you find it a need for you to have a boyfriend / girlfriend. It would be nice =D Yesh you can give me a boyfriend for my 14th birthday which all of you fools forgot!
17. At this point in time, would you rather stay in your comfort zone or try something new? Where's Option #3: Go back to Rosyth?
18. Tell me five things that we don't know about you. #1: My school's technician owns your school's technician. #2: I can apparently do a stellar imitation of the Bishan Gay? #3: I'm getting worse at Jap. #4: I sit behind Joshng in Jap and regularly kick his chair. #5: I love Glendon for being so helpful and nice =D
19. If you have a chance, which part of your character you would like to change? My bossiness, stubborness and that other trait which I can't recall off the top of my head right now.
20. If you have quarreled with your friend, what would you do? DAO UNTIL THEY APOLOGISE =D Or I just pretend nothing much happened. =D
& the 5 unfortunate people are .... (after much deliberation..) #1: Smelly Chiewjingyi! #2: Xinyuan, lol. #3: Crystal, for the lack of someone to put. #4: Rachel, also for the lack of someone to put. #5: Denise! Yay I remembered she has a blog too.
I met Auntie Elmo on 105 today, after getting pushed around by fat old aunties with chicken wing elbows. Hmph.
But hahahaha Auntie Elmo!!!!!! We were speculating about someone's hand flying off as he/she did their signature gesture and then as we imagined it flying out the window of the bus behind us I kept giggling like mad until I got a stomachache. SEE LAR AUNTIE ELMO!
And then I said something about using the other hand instead, and if the person was really using the other hand on the bus behind us to do his/her signature gesture, we realised that the hand would come flying off his arm, smash through the windscreen and smash through our bus's back windshield. Since we were sitting at the back, we got quite worried at this prospect but in the end decided that we would go "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAH" like they do in the Matrix and bend backwards in slowmo as the hand flew over us and hit the two boys sitting right in front.
We also saw Rachelle, and I tried waving to her but she didn't see me. Instead I got funny looks from the two boys in front. Whoops. Nevermind lar, when the hand hits them, they'll forget all about my supposed waving at them. Yay!
Auntie Elmo and I have got the most fantabulous idea of how to lure Mas Selemat out of hiding and earn $15, 000 too!
Yes, we did this all on the short journey from Toa Payoh to Serangoon at the back of the bus! Yay Matrix wooooooooooooooooooooooah!
As he begins to raise his voice, You lower yours and grant him one last choice. Drive until you lose the road Or break with the ones you've followed. He will do one of two things. He will admit to everything, Or he'll say he's just not the same And you'll begin to wonder why you came. -From How To Save A Life.
This song holds special meanings, haha. AND it's one of Clarisse Teo's favourite medical drama songs!
Oh, I'm very proud of myself today. Ms Ong asked us to draw up a plot of our favourite allusion in TWR. And because I was so hardworking and asked Wesley and Josie to explain to me the Second Coming, I managed to do up a reasonably good one. I'm very pleased with myself =) At least I managed to get some points down okay, like about 7 parallels. I'm not even Christian or a Bible-reader, so I'm really quite pleased. I haven't finished it yet, I'm still planning to dissect it further!
Full frame this time, I kind of shocked myself too by choosing it. But the wand chooses the wizard, Mr Potter, and although I declared myself frameless-for-life not too long ago, I've decided that this pair can be the exception that proves the rule.
I don't look like a total idiot in frameless glasses for once!
Actually, I look like a law student.
I don't know how to describe it, but I look at myself in the mirror and go "OMG, law student!" It's a sign I tell you. The wand chooses the wizard. (I don't know why I keep using it, but I'm in an Ollivander mood today.)
My school's technician owns YOUR school's technician! Must go suan Melvin about it the next time I see him yeah.
Rafflescrew sounds like a cheer!
*LOVE, vicky♥ sexysixfifteener! says: screw raffles screw raffles screw, screw them up, screw them up Crystal Ong says: YEAHHHH SCREW Crystal Ong says: ahem. *LOVE, vicky♥ sexysixfifteener! says: ahem. Crystal Ong says: i mean, crew.
Methane gas stinks worse than Crystal's farty hands which she shoved in my face and nearly gave me a coronary once. (Coronary! I love that word!)
Walau, stupid HCI give us fake website! Tell us we can go to their website for more details, but it doesn't exist! Hmphhhhh. CHEAT MY FEELINGS! Anyway WE ARE ORGANISING AV SYMPOSIUM NEXT YEAR WAHAHHA. This morning Cheryl and I were ranting about HCI AV being so enthu and wuliao, whole day nothing better to do than go organise random seminars, and Boonhwee gave us this "o.O" look and said, "I thought yall also nothing better to do wanna organise AV SYMPOSIUM?" Cheryl and I: "OYAHOR!"
Then Cheryl kept poking me during assembly and asking "Eh so on or not!"
BUT IT'S ON, FOLKS, AND BY HOOK OR BY CROOK WE WILL ORGANISE IT! (After all we also chibaofanmeishizhuo.) WE WILL GET THE MONEY FROM THE SCHOOL YEAH, BEG BORROW OR STEAL!
EEEE STUPID HWACHONG PEOPLE, GIVE US FAKE WEBSITE FOR AVS! Hmph, I suspect they screwed up their email addresses and web addresses, because Wesley says that emails is "@hc.edu.sg" but that's what they put for web addresses. But actually both also don'thave anything.
Let's list out all the stuff that's weird with me:
#1: My hair It has this weird tendency to curl in at the edges, so I look old. I like it cos it's smooth though, but whenever I use conditioner it gets so damn smooth that my rubber bands slip right off. That's queer, haha. Hmm. My hair looks like an octopus if I let it down now, because it's short and all. I think I need to keep long hair, because my ponytail looks nicer with more hair. Now it looks a little like the hair of the girl who has hair that saps all her life and blood out of her. Okay lar awhile ago it looked like a shuttlecock. But I still can't get over the fact that it keeps curling in at the edges!
#2: My right eye Apparently, I have an angmoh right eye. Most kids have positive degrees when they're kids, but then they outgrow the positive degree and it becomes a negative degree. But when I was born, I had a positive degree. It started at +275 or something like that, and then it dipped slowly until +250, then +225, and then +200, WHERE IT'S STAYED SINCE FOREVER. Chinese just don't have those kind of eyes. Our degrees are supposed to go into the negative range, not stay in the positive range. Alot of angmohs have positive degrees though. Like me. So why, if I have to have an angmoh degree, don't I have pretty coloured eyes? I want hazel-honey coloured eyes, like the Shinigami's. You see when Misa or Takada uses their eyes, they concentrate and then their eyes turn hazel-honey-coloured and suddenly they see everyone's names and death date. Those eyes are cool. GET ME A SHINIGAMI FOR MY BIRTHDAY THAT ALL OF YOU FOOLS FORGOT, NOW! And apparently, my eyes have SHRUNK. When I was three years old and my hair looked a little like a pot (for some reason I looked cute in that pot hairstyle then) my eyes were so big that my whole eye was practically... well, my eye. You know what I mean. But now there's a little more white, which means that they've shrunk. Tell me, what kind of eyes SHRINK?
#3: My blood type I'm a freak, because I keep getting all those recessive genes that come out left field. Weird hair, weird eyes, and a recessive blood type. Yay, O+. Can give to all but can only take O. Good lar give and give and give but when need blood that time no blood to take. So how? BLEED TO DEATH LAR!
#4: My mouth That keeps spouting ulcers when it feels like it, which often leads Crystal to comment that I look like I've undergone spastic surgery. Hmph.
Forgot to tell yall, we watched a fun movie in Speech today. Yay for rude gestures.
I learnt so many rude gestures from that body language movie! It was highly educational. Did you know that turning the peace sign backwards so the back of your palm faces the person you're planning to insult is actually an insult? And I know why the third finger is an insult now. I mean I knew what it MEANT, I just didn't know why. But now I know. Gosh, I'm so informed now. It really IS about cultivating every aspect of your personality.
Hah, the next time someone flashes me an insulting gesture I shall FLASH THEM ONE THEY DON'T KNOW RIGHT BACK.
Like, Some Random ActCool Guy on a Bus: harhar i got low sorcks harhar i got long pairnts harhar i got long hair harhar i got earring harhar i got alot of hokkien vulgarities knnbccb etc harhar i paikia harhar i also got bad engrish but nevermind i paikia can ler harhar i shall flash my short stubby and obscenely hairy middle finger at random guai looking rgs girls walking right past har har. *flashes short, stubby, and obscenely hairy middle finger at random guai looking RGS girl walking past.*
Random Guai Looking RGS Girl Walking Past: Oh. My. God. That is, like, SO last century. (I have no idea why she sounds like a bimbo) *flashes the posh British backward peace sign and tosses her hair and walks off in a dignified manner* (Oh, in case people intepret this as Weeshumin#2, it's not meant to be elitist. Just bimbo.)
Random ActCool Guy On A Bus: AHHH OMG WHATS THAT I KNOW ALL HOKKIEN VULGARITIES BUT I DUNNO WHAT THAT MEANS ARHHHHH
Sorry, I'm feeling overly neutral. Oh, and in the bodylang video, we saw the supposed "ugliest man in the world". But after seeing Munglin now, I'm inclined to think that it ought to be updated. =D
Some fatguy that reminded me of Phenghwee did the haka and kept slapping/grabbing his manboobs. It was freaky. I think Munglin would like the NewZealand All-blacks Rugby Team's haka though, for reasons unspecified.
LOL WESLEY APPARENTLY HAS SPIKY HAIR. I LAUGH WAHAHAHAHAHHA
That's like imagining Mr Lim with spiky hair O.O THE HORROR! x) Okay I'm kidding. Being too high or too low or too neutral does weird stuff to me.
But omg, the thought of a Joshfoo-Ed-Wesley cross is so AMUSING.
LOL when I got the invitation to join RGAVPA's EXCO yahoogroups I did a doubletake.
"You have been invited to join Rafflescrew!"
My extremely fast moving and lightning sharp analytical mind processed that as two words: Raffles and Screw. So I was pondering to myself: Why the hell would someone want to screw Raffles? Until I remembered that Cheryl mentioned starting a yahoogroup for EXCO called "Raffles Crew". So then it all made good sense.
Anyway Cheryl and I have big plans. We're gonna organise a symposium for AV people next year and send out invites on 1st January 2009 exactly, just to niao Hwachong that WE organised the first SYMPOSIUM. Actually, I don't know what a symposium is, but who cares. It sounds big. But we'll probably have to do it with RJC, if we ever do it, because our control rooms will just send the invited schools into big random fits of laughter. I bet they'd love my innovative Peel Fresh Apple Juice Air Freshener (it really works!) or the Sprite bottle on our lights switch to keep them permenantly on. Well, the Sprite bottle is redundant because our system short-circuited and thus the lights are permenantly on, whether we want them on or not.
OH, OH, OH. THIS IS HUGE FANTABULOUS NEWS! Our nice dark skinned technician, Mr Nuh, HAS OFFICIALLY GOTTEN INTO FEI CHANG SUPERBAND! Cheryl and I found that our today. We saw Mr Nuh walking up the stairs and since I was a teensy bit bushuang for having been bullied into calling Ms Leow to ask her if she'd stay for our AV camp (she didn't pick up. Heng arh.) so I told Cheryl "We should just ask Mr Nuh to sleep over lor!" (kidding.)
She had greater plans. "Hey let's 1-2-3 shout 'MR NUH WE WANT YOUR SIGNATURE!'"
So on the count of 3, and many false starts and giggling like Wendys, we finally got the whole sentence out. Mr Nuh was looking at us with this half-WTF-half-amused look and said "What?"
I explained that we wanted his autograph because he was a rockstar in the making, and Cheryl asked if they got in. Mr Nuh replied "uhh yah... =)" AHHHHHHH SO PRO MANZZZZZ!!!!! We have choped tickets with Mr Nuh. =D AND his autograph. Oh, Cheryl and I plan to ask Ms Goh to make it a Support School Activity =D
Mrs Tay said that she had a friend who used to work in a Chemistry Lab who told her a story.
So this friend, she had another friend who was this super cheerful person. The other friend was always joking around and seemed really happy. She used to joke with Mrs Tay's friend that she'd come back to visit her when she was doing the midnight shift. And no one really took her seriously, because she was such a joker and everything. But there was something wrong with this friend, because she started getting steadily more emo and obsessed with the cyanide they kept in the lab. Mrs Tay's friend got a little suspicious and started locking up the cyanide bottles really safely but it was kind of too late, because the friend had already sneaked out a bottle of cyanide. One day, she put some cyanide into her coffee and drank it down thus committing suicide. She died in the lab with all the doctors watching on, because they couldn't save her. Cyanide is highly toxic. And the friend whom she'd said she'd visit during the midnight shift got so scared, she brought her mother to work with her on her midnight shift.
True story.
Sometimes its only too late that we realise all those undertones. Like Lit.
I'm representing RGS in some AV Seminar organised by Hwachong! Lawls would that count as a competition? =P What is a "College Section"?
OMG the courses they're having are so cool. I bet Crystal is feeling buaysong about it. And if I see Josie there the next thing she'll be doing is banging her head on the wall and chionging to HCI, begging them to let her in. *smirks*
Anyway HCIPA/AVA is super involved lar, like a millionbillionwillion thousand times more than our RGAVPA. Super long name also. Apparently, they have more major events to go for (like, say, Mid Autumn Festival o.O) and they actually organise stuff. Like some biennial talentime thing. See our RGAVPA sho slack ahahaha =D
Hmm, the aim of the first ever AVS is apparently to foster superclose ties between all random AV people all over Singapore. Lols!
Anyway it's going to be so cool. Except that I'm scared I'll get lost, so I'm currently trying to find a guide.
By popular demand, I shall talk about our forays into the mystical world of badminton today. I paired up with Denise because we are so *ahem* immensely talented that we can play with only each other. Everyone's talents are unparalleled to ours-- I mean OUR talents own everyone else, which is why we have no choice but to pair up. Yay.
We hit the shuttlecock over the net in a record of 3 consecutive sequences today. =) Like, back, forth, back, fall. I told you our talent was awesome.
Hmm. Denise was half playing, half acting like a garden statue. Those kind which you stick on your fountain and balance on one leg. OH, LIKE CUPID. DENISE WAS ACTING LIKE CUPID. Except instead of a bow and arrow she was holding a badminton racket.
We found so many alternative uses for badminton rackets. #1: A mask! #2: A cupid's bow and arrow! #3: A golf club to swish the shuttlecock back and forth. "It's on YOUR side!"
Not to mention we discovered some rather, uh, unorthodox methods to play. Hey, but unorthodox is the most fun.
Yay, the two most skilled badminton players are gonna partner each other again tomorrow.
I'm sorry. I just don't think I can blog very well anymore.
It's not like my life has gotten any less entertaining, it's just that I just don't have the mood to retell my life the way it entertained me.
It doesn't exactly help much either that...
I'm sorry to all you loyal readers (few and far between). I might be going on hiatus for awhile now, until I get back my mood and can blog as per normal again. I might update now and then, but I don't think it'll be of the same flourishing quality (ha, ha.)
Bear with it, please.
I'm sorry if I sound emo, because I most definitely AM feeling quite depressed now. I never actually wanted my blog to become a place for me to vent my frustrations, but sometimes things just get too much for me to bear, like these few weeks.
Oh, and if you see me in real life and I don't really talk to you so much, please don't pester me to talk and talk and talk. Please talk, because I'll listen, I sure will. If I'm feeling up to it maybe I'll respond, but in the meantime please spare a thought for me when I'm not my irritating chattery self. I'm writing this blogpost in the anticipation that I won't be able to talk starting anytime between the next couple of days or the next couple of weeks, so please try to understand that it's painful for me. If there's anyone who actually enjoys hearing me talk then I'm sorry.
I shall now go sit on the chair at the top of the amphi.
No matter how much I pretend to be happy chirpy and geyshyt I just can't make myself feel that way.
Oh no, I'm sounding like a twit trying to be reflective now =O Twits are horrifying creatures, and the art of speaking Twit is... mind boggling. Twit is a language of its own. And twits have weird mindsets too, like falling in love with people who *cough* help them understand functions. *cough*. Weirdness.
LOL I just read Werty's blog. Typical Glendon cheemness. Complex numbers for speed, LOL. I remember in P5 we were doing some Maths test in the Lecture Theatre and Glendon was sitting next to me or something. And he was writing super loudly and scribbling so frantically it was so darned annoying. I tried glaring at him because it was so darned loud and accidentally looked over at his paper (I didn't copy, I'd already finished that question) and I realised that he had written a whole page full of working and then some. Then I was all "OMFGWTF" because mine was like 3 lines.
I told Crystal about seeing Josie at programming today. She had some very interesting remarks to make.
Crystal Ong says: I WANT TO JOIN RI PROGRAMMING, NOW. Crystal Ong says: AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Crystal Ong says: WHY DID I NOT LISTEN TO YOU Crystal Ong says: WHY DID I NOT JOIN! *LOVE, vicky♥ sexysixfifteener! says: see lar *LOVE, vicky♥ sexysixfifteener! says: bu ting vic de yan, chi kui zai yan qian Crystal Ong says: i feel like punching myself cuz if i sign up now it'd be too obvious
For some reason, my dad thinks I'm being bullied at school. Hah like real no one would dare to bully me. Except maybe the teachers. But heckcare them.
I think I like RI programming more than RGS school, because at least the instructors are nice. And they don't bully us, except maybe Pangwei and Junhao who sat behind us just now and refused to go away. So I told them to go bug Josie. They were all "Later. Now we sit here first =D"
Hmph.
But damn, I like Pangwei's teeshirts. Uhh it looks something like this, it says "Transformers: Robots in Disguise". Except that his is way more detailed and the fake moustache is attached to a fake nose is attached to the glasses. Sho cute. =D I wish I had taken a picture of it, it's so classic.
I hate going to school nowadays because of sucky people doing sucky stuff. =(
Anyway, today I finally went for the RI programming thing, since a super super long time. And I was happy because I like the smell of the computer lab. It smells of computers and some random floor perfume.
I pranced through the S Rajaratnam gallery, noticing that they had added a new huge "NO BALL GAMES" sign. Everytime I walk past that sign I can't help but think of Munglin, who will probably not like the S Rajaratnam gallery. He absolutely adores ball games.
So I was happily sniggering to myself about what Munglin would do in the SRgallery (lazy to type ler) due to the new huge signs and was about to turn up into the staircase when I remembered that the last time I used that staircase, I had ended up locked out. So I went into the junior block and up that staircase.
My first thought was "LOL RI BOYS DAMN NOISY" because they were blasting some random music and nattering loudly. But since boys apparently are immune to noise and horrible behaviour, I decided to heckcare it and set about climbing the supposedly half-spiral-half-straight staircase.
And then I saw the most ugly thing known to mankind: Munglin.
He just got uglier. His face was always very squashed up, but I think now it's even MORE squashed up. Disgusting. It took all my willpower not to run screaming back into the safe haven of SRgallery, where ball games were prohibited, but because I am nice, disciplined and a whole long list of good adjectives, I didn't. I very calmly and coolly went into the computer lab. Ew, I think he saw me.
But apparently seeing Munglin must have put a curse on me or something, because when I went into class the instructors were recording down the names of new people. And on the screen there was a "Lee Wei En". I saw that and was thinking to myself "wah heng arh, not Josie." until the instructor went "Lee Wei En WHAT?" and a growly-nose-blocked voice answered: "Josuf." (That's the way I heard it.)
So I gasped and peered around the long string of computers and eeeks it was Josie. RARRR. Shuo dao cao cao, cao cao jiu dao. =( I saw a Shermanclone also. Do all comnerdgeeks look alike?
When I went out to go home, I noticed that Munglin was (thankfully) gone. But then there was this loud and eerier singing, and I was thinking all "Oh no, juniorblock haunted?" when I realised it was probably the RI chior.
I finally understand what it means to give up hope. When I was young and naive I couldn't believe all those cases of juvenile deliquents and school drop outs. I thought that you could never give up hope as long as you believed in yourself.
Well, even if you want to desperately, as long as the other party doesn't want to it'll never work out.
I used to think that as long as you wanted to, you could achieve anything. I thought it'd never be impossible to lose hope. All the more fool I. If you've already given up on me, then why should I bother trying to exceed your expectations? After all, you'll never acknowledge whatever I do as good enough. You've already set me up as a failure in your eyes. You don't treat me like I'll ever be capable of anything.
People say that if you view a child as being capable of something, he or she will eventually develop the higher order thinking skills required to be capable of that something. But you don't, do you? You've already established the fact that I'm a lost cause, even though I've put in all my effort in doing well. It's just because I'm not born that way, which is why you think there's no hope. I get scolded by you practically every single day, till I've become so damn numb. If you don't expect anything of me and don't show any recognition even when I exceed them, why should I even bother? You've already written me off anyway. I will never succeed. So why do I even bother TRYING?
I sound so bad-attitude-ish, but really. I'm starting to see no point in doing well for that anymore.
WHY DO I EVEN BOTHER TRYING WHEN YOU'LL SCOLD ME REGARDLESS?
Somehow I've been thinking about OM and how we weren't actually very nice to Mr Lim. He's actually quite okay what I don't see why those RCY people seem to hate him so much.
I mean, he's quite nice. Even though he PMS-ed at us quite abit I think we sorta deserved it because we were all more concerned with bonding and getting high than winning our task. We put up a good fight though; but I still wish we had won sometimes. Mr Lim put in a lot of effort for our team, even though he criticised us like crazy it still was for the better in the end. Evidence in how the judges were all "omfgwtf props so coooool"
Mr Lim actually skipped quite a lot of OM time for RCY also. He'd pop in for OM, then rush out for RCY, then peek back in for awhile when it was their breaktime and then rush off again. I think it was quite tough for him lor.
Well I might not know the RCY people's perspective but I don't think Mr Lim was that bad lar. At least he was pretty nice to us. (And never made us pay for the gazillion meals we mooched off him. And kept his promise to buy us doujiangyoutiao.)
Sometimes I feel really bad for letting Mr Lim down and everything.
Oh well, who ask Ms Ong (who he apparently thinks is cute) to talk about some Biblical stuff in the Whale Rider book and me being so guai and wanting to score uberhigh for Lit and thus asking the nearest bible expert?
Ooh, the Second Coming means that everyone's gonna die. Except that some will sink and some will rise. So I'm asking him if whales sink or rise.
He says they rise.
Maori Christians will rise, Maori Muslims will sink, Jews will probably rise.
So why do Christians hate Jews so much? See Shylock and Antonio/Bassiono, they're a prime example of this. (Well, I haven't actually read the book, but according to Loose Cannon...)
omgfd dani carliformain is thde deathnote tehems gons leh i deint knows! iwa s gonna sgoogle deaths notes songs and thens i truneed on my iteuns and satred lsitensign eto all tehe "d"s and then dani calriefornia started playings and iwas all "wahrs cool deathsntoes!: beofrersi realiesd it was thes ongdf. awhawhahsha shof codol
as yorut proppbably canet ell, i toko my dworsdy meds agisdngs;
wai do irew et the feeisdg that thsei [post its gonna be underasdlbae?
I should be doing Lit PT now, but I'm sick so that's okay.
Hey everyone, remember the story I told you all a long time ago?
"Once upon a time, there was a very fat woman. She had no fashion sense but a lot of fat. When she walked backwards, a beeping sound could be heard. She also had a stupid accent and she was extremely pompous and arrogant and full of herself. (both figuratively and literally)One day, she became the head of a company called Grosyth. Everyone immediately started to hate her because she started making ridiculous changes, such as making the employees sing their gay company song, which was ok once in a while, but not everyday. So everyone started loving Fridays even more, because that was when they got to sing the not-quite-as-gay-and-actually-quite-nice-other-company-song. Hooray.Then while they were happily assembling in the coffee lounge before work started, she decided to be evil and made them all assemble in the downstairs lobby. This led to the employees all being squashed against one another and more general unhappiness. I mean, no one likes being packed like sardines, especially with bulging briefcases and having to lug heavy laptops around.She also proved to be very indecisive once. She asked the employees to report in their respective office spaces but then suddenly decided that they should report to the coffee lounge instead. Shortly later, she decided to make them all assemble at their office spaces again, before changing her mind two more times. And of course, that gave her very tired and disgruntled employees.She then changed the company attire to something absolutely ugly that no one would be caught dead in and made it compulsory. She also changed the company's operation hours.Finally, the cream on the cake. An employee with a not-exactly-outstanding track record was called to her office one day. He had landed a recording deal with some song company, and thus, the fat woman decided to make him a manager. Many of the ex-managers and current managers were very pissed at this but they were powerless against her. For all they knew, she might pick up a flap of her fat and slap them with it, rendering them unconscious. Rumour had it, she had once put someone in a coma just by shaking her butt too close to them.Furthermore, she even changed the company's mission! And the department names too. Little wonder it was that she wasnt exactly, popular."
Refresh your memories thanks. Anyway, apparently our dear principal has decided to use some of the school funds to build a shelter for her stupid car. Which she can't even close the boot of properly. Well, I don't know about you, but to me, sure, building a shelter for a Merc is so much more important than doing humanitarian work. Like, say, saving starving children in Africa who just can't happen to afford luxury cars and food to make them half as flabby? It's just an example. Or maybe, instead of asking for donations to freaking air condition a hall that doesn't NEED airconditioning, the money could actually be used to send kids on more field trips. Hello, hasn't she read the papers about money woes nowadays?
Oh, some random single person wrote in. He was all smug about how he lived alone and shenchijianyong, so that his electricity bill is only $50 a month. He doesn't iron the bottom of his clothes, uses an old fashioned water heater, drinks water straight from the tap and doesn't own a TV. I bet he lives in darkness and works by candlelight too. Pathetic. MY family has 3 members, we own a TV, boil water and use a normal waterheater. OUR bill is $50 too. Noobcake. IT'S BECAUSE HE ONS AIRCON WHILE WE DON'T.
See aircon is bad for you.
Anyway, instead of splurging on such frivolous items, shouldn't the money be put to better use?
LOLS. Eeks I've just checked my blog again and I've just discovered exactly how zombified the medicine made me. AHHHHHH. Who knew my standard of English could drop that much while being in a stupor?
That medicine is freaking lethal. I've never encountered anything quite like it before, where it got activated by my thoughts. Rarrrr.
Sien my grandma dropped in just now and nearly scared the living daylights out of me. I thought it was some random person coming in to kill me. Eeeks, I think I ought to stop googling Deathnote. It's making me paranoid.
this soudl be sold as dwugs or someting likkethat. im sho woosy.
tomorrow not gonna run 2.4. found mrl ims facebook. harhar sho act cool ish. ' ihave tried 5 times unsuccessfully to cross my legs on the chair its not working. im sleepy.
you know im relaly notds making any sense wight now. see what i wrote to quesley on msn.
*LOVE, vicky♥ sexysixfifteener! says: shoudl i go sleep Wesley Leong says: ok! *LOVE, vicky♥ sexysixfifteener! says: walau ds oedater for me to stop bugging you sisit Wesley Leong says: huh Wesley Leong says: i gna watch tv soon anw *LOVE, vicky♥ sexysixfifteener! says: huh so late got wad sow Wesley Leong says: CSI miami *LOVE, vicky♥ sexysixfifteener! says: bcue nsh *LOVE, vicky♥ sexysixfifteener! says: no odnerv you keep sleeping in chn cassl you stay up so late waarch shoe Wesley Leong says: =D Wesley Leong says: yea *LOVE, vicky♥ sexysixfifteener! says: huh *LOVE, vicky♥ sexysixfifteener! says: you actullsy unfestood what i tpyed *LOVE, vicky♥ sexysixfifteener! says: ii dontds unfestastand it smtself. *LOVE, vicky♥ sexysixfifteener! says: im tyoyung wit h my eyes galf closed ler just randomely hntam the keyboard'
i dont get it eiuther / and i wroet i.
joshgn is stupid i aked qwestley to help me tell joshng to keep me hq and he though wesly was tricking him so he never keep for mw. man im typing with my eyes hald closed lar wth
okay ive openeed my eyes and i realised i mispelled eveyones name wongly. nevermind is doesnt matter . its not meant to be correct anywa. cos the whoel world is wrong. wrongwong wrongr weont.
huh?
im justan ose, i woldnt noes!
HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR NOSE HA R ASNORT GASP NOSE NAR SNORT GASP.
mr lkim got facebook. 213memeres got crsh no facebok. mr lim got te chilli ting he told sanwdqas mum. lols. buaypsieh kekeke. "cde girls think i not hot enoguh so give me alot fo shili." were gonna give him a knfe knex ti makehim sharpers.
i dink my entry now looks like soemr necryption crap. probably looks like soeme code like that endryprions ocde qlseye and joshyeswo ak me help tem do. lols slackers. shhhhh.
implied wrods lke "to tem i bet ur name is cheep i bet ot htem euu look like shhhh." haha iingong laghed. shhhhh.
shhhhhhh.shhhhhh. soudsl ike peeing man, like the room 102 ghsotse nose one would mgahve met if joshng hadnet publicley elcared his "i need to go pngsai. can we has it laetrs" and ms khoo was "ok 930" with thats =; look. hahah. and "don touch ,e!" "o neer youch yuo" "waths wron wth touching, i like gtouchisng. i touch you i woyuc h toucht ouvhsgh" poor phenghwee and his mareder ('s?) pimples (haha sho rude) rauning off the bus/ lols.
Yay, going on MC tomorrow. See, I take our dear AV teacher as my role model. I'm learning so much from her man.
I think I'm going a little crazy. Mummy fetched me home from school today during lunch because I had a really bad stomachache. So then I took a nap and then watched Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. And for some reason, while watching TMNT, I freaking started CRYING. I also dunno why. Maybe is because ther was this huge monster freak thing right, and then it got shot in half, then it started thinking about its wife when it was a human and then it started crying and suddenly tied itself back together and went to find hsi wife.
Aiya i dont make sense lar sorry im drowsy. I took medicine like half an hour ago, and i was wondering why didnt it make me drowsy even though the packet said itm ight. and just as i was wdnering that i suddenly felt damn sleepy.
my english starndard like dying liao. recveryed back to pure singlish but m gonna dall asleep so thas acceptable; i suspect im not presgin a=alf de keys properfl but im too tireds to cared. what kind of crazy mind advitcveated medincese is theese?
I have thought of other RGS life experience facts!
#5: Chunkies are a sex of their own. Hypothesized by Rachel Crystal Xinyuan and I in the AV Control room last assembly. Hmm, I'm not sure exactly how this came about but I think it was because all chunkies are gay, but majority of the chunkies went to HCI, where they probably became horny. Therefore they are a sex of their own. Gee, I think this will revolutionize the world. Airports all over the world will have to have to change their immigration cards. Like: "Please tick your gender. [ ] Male [ ] Female [ ] Chunkie" And when you see that, you'll know who came up with the brilliant idea =D
#6: Fat people are horny and gay. Uhh this has nothing to do with HCI people, just fat people in general. Because right, the cooking teacher was talking about cholestrol. Apparently, cholestrol produces, ahem, sex hormones. "That's a good thing!" she declared proudly. And I had the bad sense to ask, "Why?" Teacher: "Because it keeps you being a girl! How would you like to wake up one day with a moustache?" (And apparently because she was convinced and "KNEW" that Denise was a compulsive smoker just by looking at her eyes, she heard Sherry contemplating how she would look like with a moustache. Hehe.) Because fat people have more cholestrol, and more cholestrol means more sex hormones, and more sex hormones apparently means that you're more horny and yet more gay. That gives you a nice perfectly logical equation going: fat people are hornier and gayer!
#7 and #8 coming soon, when I remember some good ones or when new ones are learnt!
PS: Thanks someonefor making me less emo. Thanks Wesley also for LOL-ing so much and making me less emo.
There's no such thing as a fairytale ending. Fairytales and love and other such stuffs are meant for wimps who are naive. Things like these don't exist; they're just merely nice tales that people tell in a pathetic attempt to lift up your spirits. But sadly they aren't even well-woven or plausible, so soon everyone sees through that stupid transparent veil so soon. It's good while it lasts, but really not worth the trouble afterwards. Why the hell am I such a cynic? At age 14 I shouldn't be quite so cynical. Apparently I should still be believing in happy-ever-afters and Cinderella story scenes, and yeah I'd like to. So why can't I? I don't have a heart anymore. I don't have THE heart anymore. I don't feel like doing anything now except dying. I'm scared to face the world but I'm not scared of dying. How strange. I don't get why I'm being emo, exactly. I guess it's just a combination of a lot of factors. I just watched the qigongzhu thing on Channel U. The girl's stupid jerk of a husband got pissed off at her and stomped off, leaving her alone. He was totally mean to her. And then the girl fell really sick and nearly died, and the husband got all repentant and in the end she didn't die. He even donated his blood to her, thus saving her life or something like that. She was type O, just like me. O is a recessive gene, and because of that it's possible for no one in your family having the same blood type as you. I know this because I mapped out my entire family's blood chart once in P6 when I was bored. People with O blood type are deemed as universal donors, because anyone can take blood type O. Therefore everyone wants people with O blood. However, people with blood type O can only take blood from people with type O, which puts them at quite a disadvantage. Everyone wants people with blood type O because they can give blood to everyone. But when people with blood type O need blood, it's only that 1/4 group that can give them blood. What happens if I need blood urgently one day? Like maybe what if I run my 2.4 on Wednesday, faint, hit my head on a rock and have super alot of blood loss? My dad won't be around. Maybe I'll die. Cool. Don't know why I've been feeling quite so suicidal these few days. Nothing I do turns out right, nothing I say is quite correct enough. No one bloody cares, especially not those people who call themselves my friends. I think random strangers are nicer to me than they are. The world is so queer. According to Ryuk, the thing that awaits humans after death is apparently nothingness. That doesn't sound so painful. At least according to Artemis Fowl, who says that getting your whole body blasted into millions of tiny particles isn't painful because your body doesn't know how to react to such destruction it just throws up a pathetic tingling. I like tingling.
Ryuk is characterized by his constant amusement by, and apathy in regards to, Light's problems. He enjoys seeing Light overcome the various challenges put to him, and often waits until the worst possible moment to inform him of a certain aspect of the Death Note just to get a laugh. He is occasionally helpful if it serves his own interests, such as obtaining apples or furthering his own amusement, but for the most part will jokingly taunt Light about what his next move will be.
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Ryuk has a great fondness for apples, comparing them to cigarettes and alcohol for Shinigami (Shinigami apples are withered and taste like sand, as he shows Misa at one point), and will go through a type of withdrawal if he goes for too long without eating them. His withdrawal symptoms involve twisting himself up like a pretzel and doing headstands. He also states that he is shy around girls. In addition to apples, Ryuk is fond of video games, first shown in the omake eight-panel comic series, where he asks for a Silver Game Boy Advance SP, originally published in Weekly Shonen Jump Volume 4-5 (double issue) in 2005.
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Ohba said that he always mentioned apples in the thumbnails because he wished to use "the dying message that Shinigami only eat apples" and therefore he needed Ryuk to hold apples and that "There's no other reason." Ohba also said that he specifically chose apples as the red "goes well" with Ryuk's black body and that the apples "fit well" with Ryuk's "big" mouth.[16] When Obata informed Ohba that apples held religious and psychological significance and that a person could "read a lot" into the inclusion of apples and that he assumed that was the reason why Ohba included the apples, Ohba said that he did not "think about that at all" and that he believes that "apples are cool... that's it. [laughs]" Ohba added that he felt including aspects that could become later plot points was beneficial, and the apples were used as a point when Light asked Ryuk to search for the cameras in exchange for apples.
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Little information is given about the character itself, aside from Rem's assertion that the King is not easy to trick, which Ryuk successfully did. In contrast, he is quite easily bribed, as Midora was able to trade thirteen apples for a second Death Note.
All those twits take a look at Zac Efron singing gay songs from HSM like that irritating "na na na na, na na na na" one and go: "0MGZZ W0RZXZ, VERII DHEE SHUAII LEHHZXX!! IIE WHANN HIIM TUHH BE MIEEX LA0G0NG W0rZX! WAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Ewwwww! He is so UGLY. I don't understand how twits could actually like him lar.
WHERE GOT HOT??? YOU TELL ME??? HUH????
HE FREAKING HAS FREAKING SIDEBURNS!!! EWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!! And and and he looks super old can. He looks like some cheeko uncle, what with his smile and all. Actually his face shape looks kind of like the Bishan Gay's too, if you look carefully. Ew ew ew ew ew. He reminds me of Austin Powers.
Uh well yeah but not only because of that. But that helped.
It's so freakingly sad lar they all died, died, died! Even Watari. It was kinda scary to see L's face when Watari died, I always thought he was one of those emotionless people. Unlike people like me who emo quite alot.
Plot was fairly good though. Damn, I wish I could be like L. A genius and consummate actor too. I mean, how many people do you know who can fake a heart attack? And he's so brave. He wrote his name in the Deathnote and arranged his death.
Light was a meanie =( He killed the ugly deathgod, Rem. But then again, the cuter deathgod was a meanie too. He killed Light. =(
Quite amusing too. There was this part where L sent Light's dad and all the other people to London to test out a Deathnote. And then Light's dad was all "Lolk I'll take Matsuba. He's stupid but he'll do." Matsuba then was all "WOI I SHARPSHOOTER LEH!"
:. Sharpshooters are stupid =D
I'm kidding.
But anyway that Matsuba has like, super pro aim. Light was trying to take out a piece of Deathnote he hid inside his watch, and then Matsuba shot the watch away from Light while standing on a balcony above him, holding a handgun, without hurting Light but destroying the watch.
Watching how L died made me cry =( It was so bloody sad okay. He was still playing a chess game with himself and eating a chocolate bar and then he just fell asleep and died. =(
Yeah, well, I'm emo. No one gives a shit anyway right so it should be fine.
Ah, life at RGS. Where we learn not only important things like how to identify alien notation in set theory and search for obscure undertones in emo poetry, but also learn perrenial life lessons.
I learnt so much in RGS. And because I am nice, kind, beautiful, generous, caring and a whole long list of other good adjectives, I shall share them with you so that you can get a headstart on your neverending quest for learning in RGS.
#1: Being a swimmer means you have more relatives. The Theory of Relativity was thought of by Joy and me during one of those hard to understand comp maths training. Is your mother's cousin's grandmother's son-in-law's sister's sister-in-law from her fifth marriage still related to you? Our Theory Of Relativity states that if you can say it in one breath, then yes, your mother's cousin's grandmother's son-in-law's sister's sister-in-law from her fifth marriage IS related to you. And since swimmers have bigger lung capacities, they should have more breath and thus be able to state their relationship with Mas Selamat or Lee Kuan Yew.
#2: Murphy's Law means that Mr Lim will always reach the pavillion while Lidan is changing. Tried, tested, and proven on all those Friday CESes when Mr Lim came ONLY when Lidan was in the toilet. Rather self-explanatory.
#3: Girls should not attempt the haka paka. Because I want this blog to be rated G, I shall, uh, not go into specifics. However, it looks very obscene and desperate, not to mention hilarious. Which is why I think after Steph's first foray into haka pakaing, no one else will ever try haka pakaing ever again.
#4: It is the male teachers with the most unsightly legs who love to wear shorts. During holidays, you can see a whole lot of unproportionately hairy tau-geh like legs prancing around wearing khaki shorts. They all apparently love HCI so much, they even wear shorts of the same toilet misadventure colour! But since quite a few HCI guys are chunkies, they don't usually have taugeh legs, unlike some teachers. And they apparently, uh, haven't hit puberty yet because their legs are still rather white or tanned, not black. Whoever said that the rainforest was dying out obviously never visited RGS during a holiday.
Actually I'm kind of feeling a little emo now. It's not because of our results or anything, because we did our best and we did quite well too.
I don't know lar. I just kind of feel emo because practically everyone who was supposed to support us stood us up. We practised so super hard, even just before our performance we were still rehearsing like mad. For me at least, I wanted to not only impress the judges but put on a performance that our audience could actually enjoy. The schedule was pushed ahead, but even so only a meagre handful of people came to support us. It was kinda sad. Our performance was actually at 1240pm, or around there, but I guess no one really cared enough to come. Even at 1250pm it was only the anxious parents who were late. Our senior team came and that was really sweet of them... But I just can't help but feel that it was kind of mandatory for them to come, seeing as they're the senior team and all. We went super early to go support them too. Xinyuan came, but she was the only non-OM supporter there was. And she came late too, so she didn't get the story and therefore it was wasted. I think there were some people who came during the Style judging, but they missed the whole thing and yeah. I think our Style was really good, and I was so looking forward to it even though I was jittery and all. I was super stressed when they told us it was going to be earlier, because I was afraid that all the people wouldn't be able to get here in time, so we wouldn't be able to entertain anyone apart from the judges. I made myself get over my stage fright and be absolutely shameless, but in the end it was all for nothing at all. It's really a pity that so few people got to see it. We worked so hard on the sets, on the donkey, on our acting, on all the costumes. We made sure that everything was good, down to the littlest detail. It took me around 2 hours to make Huifei's hat, because I kept pleating and repleating the folds in it. Even my hat was tied on with fishing line instead of cotton twine. I spent the better part of last night braiding the twine together so it would be thick enough. Fishing line is painful but I wanted it to be transparent so that no one would see it. Our tripods were tied and retied at least 10 times because we wanted it to be stable. And sure it was, but who was there to see it apart from the judges? The boards, we painted them over and over so carefully. In the end they looked so beautiful but who even cared? The donkey was really hard. Yifeng and I are scratched all over because we used wire to make it, but no one appreciated it anyway. The leg mechanism was so hard to get right, and the sash cut quite deeply into my neck, where I injured it before, but I didn't really care because I wanted the performance to be awesome. Hell yeah it was, but no one saw it anyway. I really feel like crying now.
Mr Lim sent us a note during the prize giving ceremony, telling us that we did really well and the result didn't matter. He said that if we went onstage to get a prize, we had to be all smiles, bows and absolutely no crying. When I read that I felt like crying for some reason.
It's days like these that make me feel like dying. Not the first time I've though about it either. I wonder how I'll die. Probably I'll die alone, just like today. Not like anyone would care. Ha, ha.
Won't be long though. Because they're back. Yeah, well, if I'm hospitalised again then I'll probably go on hiatus.
I saw JY yesterday, haha! We have got to stop meeting in ACSI's hall man!
Anyway today I woke up super damn early, like 6am. By a miracle I reached RGS at 620am. Yay. Loaded Asshole and the sets into the huge lorry while Mr Lim PMS-ed at us. Boohoo =(
We got into the bus and took the last 5 seats. Friedchicken sat down in front of us and she and Huifei started threatening each other. Haha.
Competition time. Mr Lim PMSed. But our props were SUPER COOL. The judges loved them okay. We were so scared they would say our bamboo poles were freaking ugly but compared to the other teams... "Excellent!" Apparently NY's tripod top fell off. Ours didn't. =) Apparently ACSbarker's was some 5 styrofoams boxes or something liddat. =)
Oh well.
WE GOT 3RD, WE GOT 3RD, WE GOT 3RD~
Thanks HCI! =D
During prize giving everyone hoisted their bubble tea on me. So I had like 7 cups. Actually it all started because I was nice kind generous loving etc and I took Huifei's because she didn't like it. Then Lidan gave me. Then ChiewHui gave me. And then I needed to pee real bad so I went to pee. When I came back there were more bubbletea cups piled on my chair.
Which was uh, kind of, uh, why I was, uh, fidgeting during prize presentation.
We got 3rd!
Mr Lim emo-ed, but even though he's pregnant and PMSey he was a really good coach.
I have decided that I am going to dedicate the rest of my (perhaps short) life to being like L. Intelligent but freaky. Shouldn't be much of a problem, since we already have the same posture. The hair might be a problem, because I think there's something in the RGS school rules about not being allowed to have hair like L's (ooh, how definitely illegal. But so cool.)
Squatting in a chair might be tough, but if the chair is nice and comfy like L's then it should be quite fun.
Uh the sugar intake might be slightly harder. I don't exactly fancy diabetes, but it would be quite cool to stack up alternate brown and white sugar cubes and then dump them all into your tea when they fall and stir it in with a lollipop. Skewering various sweet treats onto a satay stick would be quite fun too.
Intelligence obviously nowhere as near, but I bet if I ate as much sugar as him I'd be wildly brilliant too.
I like his clothes. So stylish and simplistic. At least he has a sense of style, and he looks quite presentable, unlike some guys who tuck out their super long shirts, pull down their pants so it's below their hips (IJ girls, anyone?) or match queer colours like wearing a green shirt, red pants and blue shoes (Hmm.) or insist on wearing shorts to show off their incredibly hairy and scrawny legs.
(A spin off here. For many years, people have debated over philosophical and challenging questions like "Which came first, the chicken or the egg?" and "Does god exist?" However, questions change to suit our present society and currently no one yet has been able to provide a suitable explanation to the following question: Why the hell do teachers with scarily hairy legs love wearing shorts?)
L sucks his thumb. Okay lar I usually need to play with stuff to help me think. I might consider this yay.
Ooh and I love the way he holds things. It's so awesomely cool. I think I shall learn from him. Also, by holding stuff the way he does, you don't get your fingers as dirty.
Plus he's immature. Suits me. I AM immature.
Lidan Huifei and I are going to run together for 2.4. You'll be proud to know that we have set a goal of 30 minutes.
Deathnote was on Sunday and OMG it was so super duper awesomey cool. Rarrrrh Japanese shows are of an obviously higher class than lousy Singaporean shows.
Deathnote kinda discussed philosophical issues but at least it was better than discussing third parties, affairs, broken families and more affairs. Oh, and comas.
I wish I had a Deathnote. I would probably write my name in it first of all though.
I'm sick of life.
Okay I'm setting a bad example for Weiying and all my other exp4 trainees who come to my blog. Please ignore that.
After OM finals I might just go take an overdose of Panadol or something like that. Or maybe before. I dunno lar. Since no one likes having me around anyway.
So don't be surprised if I never update my blog or appear before you again.
OM is so tiring. There's so much work to be done; I wonder if we'll even be done by Sing Finals. I'm so worried about Spon, we haven't really practised much and for some reason, Mr Lim's comment about how "don't worry, you'll do well because you people are so lame." isn't all that reassuring.
Part of me wants to go to World Finals but part of me doesn't really care.
I feel very useless now. I'm just kinda feeling pensive now so please don't go all enthu on me, because I probably will really bite you.
There's so much I wanna shout right now but if a tree falls in a forest where no one hears it, does it make a sound?
It reminds me of Ms Leow's tshirt that day. "If a man speaks in a forest where no one hears him, is he still wrong?" I love that slogan. If a man speaks where no one hears him, is he still an insensitive bastard?
If and when. Subtle difference, like subtle acting. But oh-so-noticeable.
I wish I could be a little kiddy again. I don't mind staying 5 forever, cause no one's disenchanted at 5. At 5, project work was drawing an apple in the comfort of your home. At 5, talking was what everyone did all the time. At 5, guys were just the people you chucked toys at from the safety zone of your little playground house. At 5, adults were actually nice to you and didn't tell you to stop acting like a 5 year old.
I hate being told to act mature. My mental age, as Lidan has proved, is around 5. So why do people insist on treating me like a 14 year old? How queer.
I wish my juniors wouldn't grow up =( I liked all my P4 trainees better than my P5 ones. They were much cuter and so much more innocent. And well yeah they still are =] Which is why I love all of you most =D
we are high yay. sorry i broke hiatus but its awhile only so yeah we are imitating each others laugh. lidan is stuffing her legs we played colours of the wind just now. we heard a very weird and out of tune whistling. so i asked lidan "hey is that you whistling?" lidan: "no" chiewhui: "no"
me: "huh then is THAT the cd?"
*silence*
mrlim: "ME LAAAAAA"
there was silence as me lidan and chiewhui looked at each other. then we said something like "out of tune..." and mr lim sulked. then we laughed because chiewhui said something like "lul i was wondering why the cd sounded so horrible."
LUL.
watch this and turn the volume up. really high. you'll love it.
when mr lim walked in we had just clicked play and the nice music was playing. then xiah hit the note that goes with "open" and mr lim just stood still and there was this superownageclassic expression on his face that practically said omfgwtf is that? lidan was bent over in laughter and laughing her soundless laugh. then mr lim got back his wits and said "omfgwtf is that? is that a real person singing or just pipes?" lidan: "real person lulululul" mrlim: "wtf how they make such a nice song sound so bad??!?!?!?!"
om full speed ahead, run the last lap and lets do a great job yeah us! stupid artfriend keep telling us balsa wood would arrive in 3-4weeks time, but they've been telling us that since a few months ago? how much wood would a woodpecker peck if a woodpecker would peck wood! rarr senior team took our whole box of wood. ahleong nearly had a coronary and drove down to the seniors house. lol then mr ng the wonderful angelic lifesaver came down with wood from his secret wood storage omg i love that guy man. (in a platonic sense however you spell that) i bet you he has the whole of art friend inside his little office. like huifei was saying, "eh, i got hollow balsa wood. you want?" "eh, i got trianglular balsa wood. you want?" "eh, i got structure that can hold 500kg. you want?" lolols. mr ng is the bomb.
paiseh about the lousy grammar. i assure you i usually have better grammar than this, even if i do stutter when i speak. sheesh the art friend guy had the guts to tell me "are you looking for the 3mm by 3mm balsa wood? sorry we're sold out you're the 4th parent to call." wth lar! see lidan, i sound so mature yay.
ms ong was mad about prawns. "ha, ha, ha". "he, he, he. thats a hokkien prawn. and ha, ha, ha. is a cantonese prawn." i dont speak cantonese so i dont know about that but teochew is similar to hokkien, and yeah its "hey". as in he bi hiam. cantonese speakers care to confirm?
om is OwMage (delibrate misspelling) because we're ponning napfa AND school on wednesday and thursday. ms ong will not be happy, 1/4 of 2/9 is in OM. (that reminds me so much of the ali and his marbles question, lols!) but haha, all you people who dont get to pon school on wednesday and thursday. and i'll be watching you people run 2.4 from the dnt room. crystal i suan you again!
shiyin was imitating jumba today. this bit was put in for the benefit of timothy who is obviously besotted with her lols. but sadly jumba's alien, not hawaiian, so the accent sounded totally wrong. teehee. at least we didnt do stitch. (imagine our dramatic reading in some crappy alien dialect with lots of shouting) lilo and the rest just sound normal -.-
went gymming yesterday. ran like 1.3km and climbed 20 flights of steps. all in the nice airconditioned room provided by our nice condo management. i practised weights for om too, so i got some pretty weird looks. i cant believe im actually exercising of my own accord now; im sure everyones gonna be so proud of me. im not doing this for napfa, i dont give a damn about whether or not i fail. i just wanna have enough stamina and strength to be able to do my majors level. (although actually, if i have enough strength/stamina to do majors, i think napfa will be a breeze. except maybe for pull ups, but who cares anyway.) majors ballet is the love man, i cant wait to get pointe shoos.
you can get me pointe shoos for my birthday. since most of you forgot all about it anyway. and those who remembered dint get me anything except LT and steph and ms ong. and my family. shame on yall!
Comstuds now so I shall blog. I don’t want to do the podcast thingy. I don’t like podcasting. I like LISTENING to podcasts but I don’t like podcasting.
I’m going to Henry Park to do Service Learning later, yay! I can’t wait =DDDDD I’ve been OMing for superlong and I NEED A BREAK! Rarrrrr. Like yesterday, I was chionging OM until like nearly 4pm. Jap Test Day some more. I only managed to revise Jap in the bus there.
But Jap test was okay lar I guess. The Kanji section was okayish and Joshng tried to make me cheat. That big fat cheat. Never trust a Joshng, because he’s likely to have gotten answers from other sources. SHAME ON YOU! =D
I just realized something quite freaky: Apparently, a lot of people think that Mr Lim has a “cute smile” and thus have a crush on him whenever he smiles. (That’s actually quite weird, imagine having a crush on someone one moment and then not crushing him the next.) Joshng’s smile looks like Mr Lim’s o.O But I don’t think it’s very cute. Both Mr Lim and Joshng. Yay I’m perfectly normal. And so is Samantha. =D LT says that Mr Lim has fluffy hair =D
I think RGS makes us all deprived. =O
That settles it, I’m never quitting Jap forever. At least until JC. But then again RI guys are fugly =X Take Munglin the Thing for example. He’s a Thing. I hope he doesn’t recognize me in JC, or else I’ll go around with a brown paper bag on my head for LIFE.
Speaking of Things, Rachel hypothesized yesterday that Chunkies were a gender of their own. I think there’s something behind that, ahahaha! The AV room is a very conducive room for generating queer ideas. Like would you have thought that Chunkies were another sex altogether in a boring place like a classroom? Yay!
Gay guys make better BFs. We came up with a whole long list of ideas. I’ll probably post them up when I go off hiatus, which is like 13th April. Until then I guess you can only expect one more post, cos there’s only one more Comstuds lesson between now and 13th April.
LT is doing imitations of Mr Slater without moving her lips. Sarah is singing Chan Mali Chan. Cheryl Chan would be so proud hahahaha =D
SOMEONE SAYS HELLO VICTORIA. Im a professional hacker x] you can go on guessing who I am. Clue: 209.
The hacker says hi to me. =D Denise is meeting bears and shooting them. Poor Winnie the Poohs =(
