Lord Lich
Unfortunately, the days of terrorizing my under-lichen minions are way over, so much as I wish, there'll be no more prisoners, slaves and torture. We have to get on with life. Thankfully, however, there will still be ghosts, military trainers (now retired), sirens and a very stubborn daughter who refuses to marry a worm. Or the other way round. Ahwells. Life sucks. Get over it.

Wishlist
The History Boys DVD
Rent, the musical
Jingo - Terry Pratchett
Thief of Time - Terry Pratchett
Going Postal - Terry Pratchett
Neverwhere - Neil Gaiman
Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
Tale of Two Cities
Les Miserables - Victor Hugo
New Phone
High-heeled boots
Grey slipover hoodie
POTO Tickets

For the loud people:


Merci
The darling Mel, who photoshopped the picture you see to the left. <3
Layout (which I ripped and dreadfully abused) by the lovely Mah'rie
15 October 2007
Okay I didn't even know I was obsessed until my mom found me practically clambering to get into the computer screen watching this:



Ignore the first two seconds when an ugly shit face pop up. But. Zomg. La Campanella. But there's another guy who played this song with a GORGEOUS new interpretation and posted it on youtube. If only I can find him. (Not Li Yundi but he's good too.)

I can feel my zomg piano obsession starting again. Can you can you.

La Corda D Oro.

blogged @ 2:50 PM
28 September 2007
Oh no I've been sniffling all through today why why why why today of all days WHY.

Well at least I have an excuse for my promos results. I had to sit through them while having PMS which, trust me, REALLY puts a stopper on any thoughts you might have cause all brainpower that's supposed to focus on your paper ends up wondering why your hormone levels are so low and zooming about randomly searching for serotonin which makes itself scarce whenever you need it.

I knew I should have drank more soya bean milk, damnit. Estrogen is good. It keeps at least one hormone level up (estrogen, duh) which keeps you from pms-ing which is doubtlessly good.

Sigh one paper more to go. And then after that it's all joy and fun until the results come back.

... And promos make me have weird dreams. I had another one last night about those bubble playgrounds where it's just one blown up castle with lots of coloured balls inside and you sorta swim in them (like, you know, THOSE) and yeah. And I was happily bouncing in there.

Yeah that was weird. Stares.

blogged @ 11:56 AM
26 September 2007
Studying with toad is just asking for it. I stare.

Toad: Eh tomorrow when will you be taking the mrt.
Me: Er 6.30?
Toad: EH I DOWAN WAKE UP SO EARLY. 6.35 can!
Me: DOWANNN.
Toad: Okay 6.35.
Me: NO.
Toad: In case you didn't realize, that wasn't a question.
Me: ER and you're going to stop me, how?
Toad: I'll be there earlier to keep you from boarding the train!
Me: ...

*five minutes later*
Toad: Walao if I take 6.30 train I have to wake up at 5.50 please!
Me: Er i'll have to wake up even earlier?
Toad: NO YOU DON'T. I BET YOU'LL WAKE UP AT 6.10 OR SOMETHING.
Me: And you know because...
Toad: I DO

*and in case anyone wondered what caused the five minutes break*
Bus: *stops at the stop*
Us: *totters to the door. Pause. Stares at closed door.*
Me: *presses doorbell*
Door: *doesn't move*
Toad: *moves towards door at the front*
Door: *opens*

The world just hates toad.

And herein I present to you

How To Get Full Marks for Maths Promos

Qn: Calculate the area of the sphere, radius x cm.

Ans: I cannot answer this question due to considerations of its practical application in the real world. As a sphere is three-dimensional and lacks any flat surface, it is difficult to get an accurate measure either the diameter or the radius. Even if one attempted to calculate this from the sphere's circumference, it is hard to obtain the real circumference due to the round nature of the sphere.

Hence I suggest that one submerges the sphere in a regular cylindrical container half-filled with water, and the change in height of the water level x the base area of the container would give the volume of the sphere.

In cases requiring calculations about the rate of change of the volume of the sphere, it is also much easier to measure the rate of change of the height of water and multiply by the base area of the container.

Once one obtains the volume of the sphere, he or she can divide by 4/3 pi and cube root it to find the radius, which would most likely be much more accurate than the value gotten through direct measurement. Of course, with the value of the volume in hand, the question remains of why one would need to find the radius anyway.

Oh good grief am I bored or what.

blogged @ 4:15 PM
22 September 2007
Two more days to KI.

Really makes one contemplate stepping off the kurb and sticking my hand just out THERE and then er Oops my arm's broken sorry can't sit for promos! Zomg it'll take so long to heal! Sorry can't sit for makeup test also!

-____-

Oh the other hand, studying with cattobelbel or melliqitoad is hilarity on a level that sane beings can never even hope to meet. I am all astonishment. Quotes caroline bingley excessively.

Actually what am I doing highlighting volume 1. With what we did for CTs I should be highlighting volume 2 and 3. But not going in order affects me, so there.

And i'm really very very very scared for ki. I know everyone's scoffing at me for saying that but I really am, and the fact that everyone just thinks I'll do well isn't very comforting either. Frankly speaking I'm scared shitless cause I've never done an essay on my own effort that scored decently and sometimes I wonder what I'm doing even taking ki. And I hate it when people dismiss me as someone who doesn't need to study or worry. I happen to do both. The second one excessively.

Two morons ponned tuition today. I glare. But me being the dutiful student, I went to class very virtuously and attended the whole two hours with belbel, who was the means and the end of the entertainment. Beams at belbel.

I HATE KANT I HATE KANT I HATE KANT CAN'T HE STAY IN THE WORLD OF er what does he do again SAPs? WHY MUST HE BE SUCH AN ANNOYING JACK OF ALL TRADES AND DABBLE IN EVERYTHING? AND FEYERABAND. I KNOW HE HAS A STUPID NAME AND ALL, BUT PLEASE. LOOK AT KANT. THAT GUY'S SADDER. DID HE HAVE TO WRITE IN SUCH WEIRD ENGLISH TO COMPENSATE FOR HIS NAME? Mutters about idiots who think too much and write too little/too much in incomprehensible english.

Screw erm ethics. Glares.

blogged @ 6:59 AM
04 September 2007
So much for studying at home. Who the nehneh was it who introduced me to facebook huh. HUH.

And there're bugs in my bed. Or in my room. At any rate they've been having a lot of fun in the middle of the night biting my neck so now it looks like some disgusting thing with lumps and other stuff and I look like someone tried to strangle me with a rope.

And after the little walk in the rain yesterday a CATERPILLAR fell onto me and I bet it crawled across my neck or something which probably resulted in that strange strangulation mark. The rest is due to bedbugs or something. YUCKS. I need to buy a lot of insecticide. NOW.

And I need to wear some turtleneck or something to tuition. Before people start avoiding me cause I look like I have aids or something.

If the marks are still there tomorrow I will kill myself. Or kill something, at least.

I think I'm incredibly biased against science soccer/rugby guys. But to be fair it's hard to like people who follow trends that came straight out of the american jail and originated as a derogatory punishment for misbehaving convicts.

I want the bell jar and mrs dalloway.

The guy who sings the first song in THIS reminds me strangely of burbur. They have the same smooth voice of sawdust and whipped cream, even though burbur is hotter cause he is smart too and therefore the true blue renaissance man. Even monkey peh agrees, so there.

The thought of promos totally takes away the lovey dovey feelings of awww for your subject teachers that teachers day conjured. On thursday and friday it was all oh i LOVE [insert name here], but now it's more of a oh stupid subject teachers die die ki die die DIE oh but not you burbur cause you know we all adore you.

Incoherence ftw.

blogged @ 6:59 AM
31 August 2007
Letting a bunch of lit students loose in a bookshop like borders is one very successful recipe for disaster. We ended up being cooped in various bookshops for 3 hours AFTER we decided what to buy because we couldn't walk past a shelf without pausing and inspecting the pretty pretty books, which wasn't our fault cause the books were so PRETTY.

I want to own a humongous bookstore when I grow up. One that is twice the size of borders. Or better yet, let that be my library.

Anyway we went back to rg. 3 minutes into a chat with limmie and suddenly she went 'christabel are you very social with the guys' with a shrewd look that meant 'i know what you've been up to with your stallions'. And bel immediately proceeded to deny it with the look of a deer caught in headlights that, of course, gave it all away. It's amusing how bel gets suanned even when she visits her teachers. The more things change, I grin.

And thiock is just the same as usual. We went in and he told us we missed a show, and got our hopes up that he danced. But it just turned out that the other teachers were performing when he was sitting at the side and watching. <333 thiock. He's like a little boy lah please. There's a constant urge to pet his head even though he's like asdfadsjkl meters taller than me. And Mrschew, of course, is just as cute and short as ever. Lickie was very pleased when mrschew said she grew taller (which she didn't of course, but lickie likes egypt and its rivers very very much.

Elvis and the Go-Gos were damn good. That and the dance were the highlight of the teachers' day celebrations. But still I prefer our thursday one because we got hugged by burbur who is zomg asdfjkl nice to hug because of various reasons. Coughs. That we got all the inside jokes, for one.

Come on perryy let's go pemberley.

Grins.

blogged @ 6:32 PM
21 August 2007
Submitting draft two of the eternal torture PW report and getting slammed in return after a relatively safe draft one was interesting. Having to read through the slamming, on the other hand, felt a bit like grinning smugly about not having wedgies and NS and only realizing after 13 years that at least guys didn't need to suffer pain somewhere between the legs on a monthly basis if they kept their mouths shut, and that somewhere amidst all those gender equality things we're supposed to carry 2.4 little parasites within us for 9 months before they tear their way out kicking and screaming away just so that we can add to the world gdp, as though china and india aren't doing a good enough job for us already.

And fortunately for my sanity (and not very fortunately for anything else), I haven't even started on exam revision. Today's little...party in the library left me convinced that somewhere along the road I should have taken history instead of KI so I could at least blame the grades on not taking chicken essence or something. Why people STILL argue a moot point on moral subjectivity is beyond me, when their basic reason of having to respect other's views is an objective moral claim in itself. Maybe I'll go mad halfway during the paper, tear my hair out, and finish my essay in one line:

'morality is not making students write bloody essays, damnit.'

And then they can send me to woodbridge where I can spend the rest of my life in peace amidst white fluffy pillows. It's starting to sound oddly appealing. Everything beats two lit essays, one IS and promos right now.

(Of course one year down the road and I'll be begging for promos to come back, which coincides with Einstein's theory of relativity which says something about a rolling ball being completely still from the ball's point of view. We have to push belbel down a ramp someday to find out if that's true. Therefore while hell looks pretty comfy from where we're standing, we'll pretty much think the reverse if we're down there and looking at our neighbour, who just happens to be moley.)

Meanwhile I should be going off on a haitus until either 1) I can practice effective time management or 2) promos are over. Neither of which look very likely from my current state. *weeps*

blogged @ 2:36 PM
19 August 2007
I feel like tearing out my hair. Strangely, I don't think 'an otherwise cruel practice of sticking needles into or near bodily vital and sensitive parts' is an acceptable description of acupuncture.

I fear for my IS proposal.

Especially when you read the PRO proposals (aha aha) like SimJingwei's, and the TITLE of their proposal itself sounds like some jargon-spewing dragon on a hydrogen high: 'Probabilistic Causality: Accepting Epidemiological Findings as Explanatory Knowledge'.

Read my lips: HUHWTF HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO IMITATE THINGS LIKE THAT WHAT DO WE LOOK LIKE 60 YEAR OLD PROFESSORS?

And while stupid people like cat are DONE with their proposals I'm sitting here slogging it out. *sobs*

And suet just reminded me of that little terror that resides in every school year - PW. Oh good gods we had RS from sec 2 to 4 (and a nightmare that was too), and now we have to continue the tradition? Can't we ignore PW in the face of IS? And RAP?

Life is sad this way. ):

On another note, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY GENGEN AND WENTING. <333 I GIVES YOU LOTS OF HUGS BECAUSE I HAS LOVES YOUS LOT. Mmm we shall have to celebrate one day. Preferably by ambushing you somewhere and squashing you into little pieces of bats and/or tofu singing loudly to embarrass you.

blogged @ 10:05 AM
How long has it been since I updated. Hmmm.

Tuition is absolutely HILARIOUS now that the all we tuitionees are present. Saturday afternoon 1300 - 1500 was spent in absolute hilarity in the little crowded cosy area enclosed behind the little yellow door that always gets stuck. It starts, as ALWAYS *i glare* with me being early and impatiently sms-ing everyone else to arrive. And true to form, bel, being bel, was early too, except that in her customary genius she ended up waiting at the wrong classroom on the wrong level.

And true to form for me too, when she asked me for the classroom number afterwards I remembered wrongly and told her another wrong number, which resulted in her waiting outside not one, but TWO different classrooms, both of which were wrong.

And we waited for the two lovebirds to FINALLY arrive, one purposely a little later than the other (don't be fooled, we KNOW what they were doing together and to little P6 boys). Then the fun started.

Hashimali saw the little warren buffet quote that lickie wrote at the back of her notes, and went 'I LIKE that quote'. Naturally, being the busybodies studious people cat, bel and I were, we craned our necks to check out what she had written. And started laughing. Lickie, in a rare show of intelligence, spent approximately as, well, aproximately. It was a very approximate spelling. *sniggers*

And there was that little matter of decorating belbel's notes in little declarations of the violence of her affection for _____. Bel was absolutely FUMING and muttering incoherently in distress.

On a side note, bel's notes are now very prettily and artistically decorated in little black boxes where she meticulously coloured out all the incriminating words. Oh belbel we love you too. <33

And about halfway through my brain decided that it was DONE with the day in general and took a little vacation off earth on some little non-planet like pluto. And I accordingly started to sprout nonsense. The teacher was asking what positive externality Macs provided society, which was a very weird question in itself, I insist, since Macs has done nothing except advocate hedonism and obesity in little vulnerable and susceptible kids. And he was looking at me expectantly for some kind of response, so I HAD to answer. And as mentioned previously, my brain was cheerfully refusing to respond to any stimulation at all so my mouth just opened and out came was a variation of 'well when people eat a lot of macdonalds they become unhealthy and then when you see them eating unhealthy burgers you gain self esteem cause you think of your own healthy diet and you love veggies which is a merit good so macdonalds is a positive externality'.

Bel didn't need to have such a violent reaction, I mutter. It was a reasonable answer given the context. That little brat proceeded to slap her forehead and cut of all ties to me and roll on the floor with the cat and the monkey. *SULKS*

And after tuition we happily educated humairah on lickie's little fanatic obsession with a certain chinese teacher who wears tight bright purple swimming trunks. (and cat of course had to ask for directions on how to get to bugis from somerset mrt, but there's no surprise there. Poor lickie had to direct her since it's a little complicated.)

Speech day was, as per usual, absolutely and mind-numbingly boring. Melc and I were sleeping when we were not playing handphone games or walking up the stage. And afterwards we sneaked off early where we promptly bumped into hodgie. (Who was also sneaking away early, except with less of sneaking and more of away.) Who promptly decided to make a little joke. 'Hello ladies where are you going? *Note: at this point Melc and I were opening and closing our mouths furiously trying to come up with an excuse* I'm here to give you a white slip. *holds out hand* Congratulations.'

GRAWH STUPID BALD MEN WITH THEIR LITTLE BRAND OF HUMOUR. *glares* SCARED ME HALF TO DEATH.

On another note, $50 voucher at popular ftw. Ohohoho shopping.

And all the birthday presents I forgot, like wenting's and gen's.

blogged @ 6:54 AM
13 August 2007
Did maths today in KI, stuff like the golden ratio and symmetry and what they have to do with the notion of beauty. And I'll pause here for a moment to say:

I have perfectly symmetrical ears. Which means I've the potential to be a national SPRINTER. So why aren't I getting my A for 2.4, damnit.

So when I'm free I shall pull out all my stalker photos of Adam Pascal and Keith Jack and Jake Abel and test them for the golden ratio. But there's one person who DOES have the golden ratio everywhere. BURBUR!

We should totally do an analysis of his face and give it to him for teacher's day with a report that says YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL. <33

AND THE CAMBRIDGE PEOPLE ARE RETURNING TOMORROW. *floats on cloud 9* And we're going to the airport to fetch them! (Or at least be there when they return so we can squash the breath out of them accordingly.) Yayy I feel joy permeating the air. I beam at everyone lovingly. XD

blogged @ 12:55 PM
10 August 2007
Okay staying up with kellynn til like 0.49 in the morning to fangirl rent isn't exactly healthy. I am cheerfully abandoning all sanity to squeal after pictures of adam pascal.

Or, as is the case with THIS picture, spamming stuff like

ZOMG ZOMG ZOMG, and

THE PHONE SPOILS EVERYTHING.

Well. The phone does. Stupid phone. I sulk.

(How productive)

blogged @ 8:40 PM
08 August 2007
And since I haven't blogged properly in like AGES, I shall do so now before work catches up with me again. (:

After lessons the whole class abandoned me yesterday. ): For either chorale or home or more classes. So I was stuck doing ki essay (which was due earlier that morning, but ahwells) and watching the chorale people paint photoframes until lickie returned, wherein I crashed 13a where there was rachel, bel, joel, taiboon (who was STILL doing his little ARTWORK, I say disapprovingly) and of course, monkey peh. Naturally, with this bunch of people I didn't manage to finish my essay. Nor did taiboon, I say satisfiedly. If I'm going to be slack, at least I will make others slack along with me.

And somehow in the middle of all this we started playing hangman. In CHINESE. With CHENGYUs. And after that with lines from CHINESE POEMS. Oh good lord what did I do to deserve this?

(and, btw, I'm quite proud that I taught lickie a chengyu that she didn't know. smirks)

Oh, currently I'm deleting the spam in my gmail, I frown annoyedly. People keep sending me promotions for medicine to enhance body parts that I don't even have. Humph.

Anyway after that went for interhouse games, where I tried to shoot down soldiers with rubber bands (and failed miserably), and break the record then for saying Singapore (which I DID! then someone went and did like over a minute. Humph. Must be a swimmer.) And cause it was so hot, qing and I went up to class where there was AIRCON. With a helium balloon.

Lolx can you see where this is going.

After five minutes of wrestling the knot on the balloon, I finally undid it. Eyes shines with glee. And proceeded to inhale helium and speak in a cartoon voice. *cute face* Which prompted cat to try helium too (gawds I sound like a drug dealer), and when suet came in we ambushed her too. YAYYYY.

Lich: *inhales helium* hello hello
Cat: Zomg AHAHAHAHAHAHA
Lich: NOOOO DON'T LAUGH AT ME. *says in a tone that in my normal voice would have been high already, so well it just went REALLY high*
Cat: AHAHAHAHAHAHA

Stupid cat.

Then afterwards sal and alex came and sal had to get ready for her emceeing, so alex and I went to get food while qing guarded the door. And got many many plates of carrot cake cause that was the only store without a queue. HAHAAHAHAA we're such lazy pigs.

(and of course after that was like the performances which meant that gengen and I gayed for the whole time <33333)

blogged @ 5:07 PM
National Day celebrations yesterday. Sal's emceeing was damn brilliant and funny. And her co-emcees are, well... But sal was HILARIOUS. She's going to put the gavel club out of business. Wait. She already has.

And the rest of the celebrations were surprisingly good for a nat day celebrations. Maybe cause gen and I were sitting together on the floor and gaying around and waving our little flags (in an admittedly rare show of patriotism) and singing loudly along. Reevesie visited us in our secluded corner of the stands and threw us very disgusted amused looks at how high we were.

And I can say Singapore for 32 seconds. I say proudly.

Nat day celebrations are so meaningless. The grander it is the less we care.

I want ice cream. ):

blogged @ 5:21 AM
05 August 2007
10 things I want to do:

1) Go on a musical spree and watch all the musicals in the world
- Wicked
- Jekyll and Hyde
- Spamalot
- Rent
- Les Miz
- Poto
- MORE musicals <3
2) Go fishing
- Lickie: You're killing fish for your own fun.
- Moi: The kind of fishing where you throw the fish back larh, toot. What would I want the fish for? To do my legendary cooking?
- Lickie: You idiot, you think the hooks won't hurt izzit?
- Moi: FINE larh I sandpaper the hooks first LORH. Or like use a fishing net. D:

And maybe like finish this list. XD

Somewhere in the list I should add build a playground. With super long swings so you can swing yourself a pirate ship like those in theme parks. This is, of course, inspired by the PW meeting at alex's intimidating house, or rather what happened after that when suet and I saw a playground (read: swings) and promptly abandoned all sense to go and swish on it until it almost broke under our combined weights. o.O

And spending 3 and a half hours stuck in the school computer lab early friday morning after the yearbook FINALLY came out (YES!) is detrimental to one's mental health, I say. Joo and I and even ALEX came out feeling rather high and generally doing things like:

Alex: We're going to be late for KI.
All: *stare at elevator door closing*
Joo: You know what, I'm going to do something that'll make us even later.
Alex + me: Er... what
Joo: *kicks between the closing door and activates sensors*
*Lift door opens again*
All: *in hysterics*

Then...

Joo: Look here's MrTan! He's heading for class too! Let's call to him!
Me: Er... oh nevermind he's in the stairwell.
2 minutes later
Joo: Oh no he's out of the staircase! *runs*
Burbur: *starts running too*
o.O

LOLX. A01BFTW.

(and my blog posts are like streams of consciousness. o.O Yayy. XD)

blogged @ 6:58 AM
02 August 2007


Zomg. Zomg. Zomg. I'm playing this on repeat and getting boosebumps and basically spazzing out. How can ANYONE have such a bloody gorgeous voice?

(2:20 When he sings 'destiny beckons/ I never reckoned/ second best' it's GORGEOUS)

Okay he can TOTALLY play posner in the history boys. Or JAVERT! Or zomg. Someone give irwin a singing role.

Zomg. I've run out of words. Mainly cause I've been spamming them through msn for the past half hour. But his voice is freaking BEAUTIFUL.

*puddle of lichen*

blogged @ 5:13 PM
Oh I sense a new obsession coming up.

Jekyll and Hyde (the musical) is completely and utterly GORGEOUS. Especially This is the Moment.

And this version that I saw just had me imagining philip quast singing that song. Oh. Good. Lord. I'm going to just spaz out now. (Or maybe colm wilkinson, but philip quast just owns the broadway.)

Okay my blog posts have been getting shorter. Ahwells.

blogged @ 2:29 PM
01 August 2007
Zomg cip sucks rocks lah. 3 hours of braindead promotion of sex was like. Well. Braindead.

And seriously anyone with half a brain would see that this whole thing only promotes sex and doesn't actually do anything about aids.

But zomg basically the whole way there monkey and I were being sick. Like,

Me: EH let's get ice cream!
Monkey: Dowan we should go for afa like now!
Me: But it's related! It's popsicles!
Monkey: *dies*

I giggle decidedly gayly.

And I shan't blog about what happened after that cause I KNOW monkey peh wants me to blog about it. So there. You can blog on reightards, you twitty little twit. Tweety. Hehe.

blogged @ 3:23 PM
31 July 2007
Due to the unfortunate event that my class is sadly left with a grand total of 8 people, we have (oh surprise) realized that most of the remaining people in class can be classified thus:

408
409
410
(And Belgium School Class XYZ)

Oh the general amusement. So we set about planting our posteriors in a straight line in an attempt to save our eyesight (yeah right) and NOT, mind you, because we find changing seat positions hilarious and generally high-inducing when we sit by our sec school classes.

And speaking of Belgium School Class XYZ, Alex is HILARIOUS. Between perrylit and maclit, when coming back from the toilet, he petted auyong's little dog on the head! Awwww. YOU MISS AUYONG DON'T YOU. (Okay the words miss auyong put together just gives a really, really wrong image...)

LOLX. The term 'fruity-faced' is really damn cute. I should apply it to all to which, well, the term applies. As a substitute for 'gay'. Like tomorrow morning: EH PEACOCK DON'T BE SUCH A FRUITY-FACE. COME WITH LICKIE AND ME FOR AFA!

Predicted reaction: wtf x n times

I snigger cheerfully.

Speaking of gay, my wardrobe is really gay. It's dominated by, apart from my rjc colours, mainly purple. o.O Of course, that may be due to the fact that, absolutely coincidentally, I got sorted into the ONLY house with a gay colour a.k.a. Hadley. (And I wear clothes that happen to be at the top of the pile which then get washed and PUT at the top of the pile erm so...)

I'm being really random.

1 more hour til belbel gets off the plane. Stupid moron better blog on reightard.

...

OR ELSE. *glowers*

blogged @ 4:49 PM
29 July 2007
Okay I take back everything I said about litweek saigang.

IT WAS WORTH IT.

Oh I love you guys.

blogged @ 5:17 PM
19 July 2007
3 Posts You Want to be in Secondary School:

- Lit rep
- English rep
- Chinese rep

3 Posts You Would Rather Die Than Take On in JC:

- Lit rep
- Props saigang
- Did I mention lit rep?

3 Things I'd Rather Do Now:

- Play winterbells
- finish econs essay (that shows how bad life is)
- SLEEP

3 Things I Am Doing Now:

- Searching for auyong's costume design
- prodding the strings to MAKE THEM DRY
- Cleaning my room

><

But on the bright side:

3 Things/People I Should Be And Am Thankful For:

- My mom
- Reightards
- My class and orisinal

<3

blogged @ 5:28 PM
13 July 2007
HAHAHAHA okay I haven't posted this post which I wrote like on friday, but I shall just leave it be at the bottom since other events have happened.

Today first. The kopitiam uncle dropped 55kg of weights on, of all places, his nose. Which sounds supremely scary and damaging, and led to a massive amount of freaking out until he replied with a kiampa sms which basically signified that if he had enough mental facilities to suan me, he must be okay. Still, belbel and I were generally thinking of, as esther so nicely put it, his nose being 'bloody or disgusting' (well it SOUNDED squashed...) until we saw him grinning away like an idiot and with his nose not really looking very different from normal.

And btw, his house has FOUR pianos. Including one GRAND PIANO. (And it was only later that bel and I realized the grand piano has no keys, but it's okay. We're breaking out tonight to steal all four. She'll take the black keys and I'll take the white and we'll sneak off into the moonlight with erm like moonlight sonata or something playing in the background.)

And since he can't do sports/exercise for the next month, the guys decided to play basketball on xbox. Why am I even surprised. Ahwells. So basically get well soon, kopitiam uncle. XD

And second is about darling monkey, of course. But The Plan will be unleashed on reightards in all its crowning glory when the little details are planned out. Beams quite evilly.

I utterly adore my textbook. It's so pretty and psychedelic and colourful, and just about the first textbook (apart from lit) that I own since like sec 2 (the disgustingly thick A maths thing doesn't count, since it's hideous and I haven't opened it yet so it's brand new and I can probably sell it to someone). Plus the bridge on the cover is damn cute.

And the maths lecturer is super amusing too. She actually sat down for 2 straight hours and rambled on nonstop about hardcore stuff (and not like the nonsense about pick-up lines that kohsy likes to sprout) without even a drink of water. *looks up with awe and respect overflowing from eyes* <-- that was damn gay btw.

On the other hand, I arrived for the first lesson an hour late. -.- And only half an hour was my fault, cause no one can resist ikea food (cheesecake + meatBALL ftw), but the other half hour was cause I left all my stuff in my locker and only took 1 of the 3 keys along with me, and I had to see sarahhughh to hand in othello tickets order form. So melmel and I went to my locker to retrieve my things, and guess what?

I LOST MY KEY.

Mel: -.-
Me: !@#$%^&*!!!

So after completely freaking out and emptying my wallet (which wasn't very full in the first place), I had to call the security guard to break my lock. ): So now I have a new lock. A COMBI one. *mutters*

blogged @ 6:43 PM
11 July 2007
From bel who got it from the kopitiam uncle, because I'm bored that way.

1. The phone rings. Who do you want it to be?
Mommy telling me that she's NOT going to meet reevesie after all and thus saving me from a lot of worry about what 1) reevesie's going to tell her and more importantly, 2) what she's going to tell reevesie.

2. When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your trolley?
Eh walao one dollar can buy bubble tea leh.

3. If you had to kiss the last person you kissed, would you?
I is never slobber over people okay.

4. Do you play Sudoku?
YES. (And gen pwns me. Life is sad.)

5. If abandoned alone in the wilderness, would you survive?
Yes if that comes together with a helicopter and knowledge of how to operate it from nowhere. Ships also accepted. If not, LOTF FTW.

6. Do you like tongue rings?
Yuckkkk. I like those chicken rings though. Those orangey snacks.

7. Could you ever date someone with different religious beliefs?
Yeah. But like belbel, if they want me to wear headscarves I'll like tell them to pcc.

8. Do you like to pursue or be pursued?
Pursued = ego boost = happy.

9. Use three words to describe yourself at the moment.
Sleepy. Bored. Amused. (The last one is at our teachers' love for bel)

10. Do any songs make you cry?
For Good will. I swear.

11. Are you continuing your education?
Do I want my mom to skin me and behead me and bury me in the school field?

12. Do you know how to shoot a gun?
Theoretically.

13. If your house was on fire, what would be the first thing you'd save?
Er. The house? *kiampa face*

14. Who were the last 3 people you shared a bed with?
LOLX I wriggle my eyebrow suggestively at kitty.

15. What colour are your eyes?
My left eye is the same colour as my right eye. My right eye is the same colour as my left eye. Do I look like the narcissistic type to check my eye colour in a mirror. -.-

16. How tall are you?
SENSITIVE INFORMATION.

17. What colour is your hair?
Blonde. Really. -.-

18. If you could do it over again, start from scratch, would you?
Sigh i wish but cannot be bothered liao lah. Later make the same mistakes so embarrassing.

19. Have you ever taken pictures in a photo booth?
Neoprints ftw. Not this year though.

20. When was the last time you were at the mall?
Er lemme think. Not far away. Sunday? I think. Or monday. Hmm.

21. Favourite ex?
Click here x)

22. Do you like mustard?
YUCK

23. Do you prefer to sleep or eat?
Both kthnx.

24. Do you look like your mum or dad?
If I only look like one that'll be troublesome.

25. How long does it take you to shower?
30? 40? Back from camp 2 hours scrubbing ftw.

26. Can you do the splits?
Yeah right.

27. What movie do you want to see right now?
There was one. Can't remember. (NOT harry potter larh)

28. Do you own a camera phone?
HAHAHA 600x480 photos ftw.

29. Was your mum a cheerleader?
Zomg NO.

30. How many hours of sleep do you get a night?
I SLEEP AT NINE. Says kiampa-ly.

31. What do you buy at the movies?
Movie ticket? diaos.

32. Do you wear your seatbelt?
When my mom drives. XD

33. What do you wear to sleep?
CUTE PYJAMAS. With teddy bears on them. I beam.

34. Anything big ever happen in your town?
I would say general elections but well it IS sing...

35. Do you like your hair straight or curly?
Untouched, thank you very much.

36. Is your lip pierced?
Am I masochistic? Do I like having needles pierced onto my face? (ears not counted. They're not part of the face, i say.)

37. Do you like funny or serious people better?
Funny larh.

38. Do you like the rain?
YES. Especially running in the rain after getting stinky from chemicar.

39. Ocean or pool?
OCEAN ftw.

40. What's your favourite drink?
Champage grape milk tea with bubbles.

41. Do you need a bf/gf to be happy?
I have my BOLSTER. With hello kitty on it. (lianzz lorhzzz)

42. Do you like pink?
When I don't have to wear it.

Yayyy boredom. Sighs.

blogged @ 3:56 PM
08 July 2007
Lolx othello rehearsal was HILARIOUS. Haha I say it like I'm one of the actors liddat. Actually bel and I were the saigangers who had nothing to do and just sat there laughing, so 1) we were kinda extra but nevermind, and 2) we can't really be called saigangers cause we didn't do saigang.

Anyway arrived at school at 9, met belly at 9.15, then after stoning in the avt for 15 more minutes ally and bel and I decided to go down to eat, cause bel was hungry, ally was hungry, and I wasn't hungry but since when do I say no to food? So we trooped down for cup noodles from 7-11, where I tried to resist the temptation of cup noodles cause I had porridge and roti prata for breakfast, but after we sat down and they opened the cover of the bowl and the smell wafted out, I raced to 7-11 to reliquish my hold on $1.80.

Tis the tragic tale of my battle against temptation.

After which we returned to the avt just in time to see daryl huddled in one small gap between the wall and the moveable whiteboard with his legs tucked into his jacket like some small abused kid hiding from the evil abusive step-parents. o.O (And yes, the avt was damn cold.)

Anyway the play is, in case anyone missed the point, HILARIOUS. Shakespeare is, of course, incredibly lewd and vulgar, but I utterly ADORE their interpretation of the play. Like ally said, othello has long long lines so they got a funny guy to act him (patrick), Iago's a prick so they got a funny guy to act him (I'm not even going to try the name), Rodigero's a sad lovelorn guy so they got a funny guy to act him, and... you get the picture. And since bel and I ARE the props people, I supplied an umbrella for their rehearsal. Which will need to be disinfected after the play. Like with cat's three-step disinfection method. But I shan't reveal why cause that'll spoil the play. XD

And tis the tragic tragic tale of my battle against erm *cough*.

And afterwards my parents fetched me to go to ecp for dinner with dad's friend, and since I didn't have time to go home to bathe and change they brought clothes for me. Yes do you see it coming. These clothes are, as per always, invariably PINK. (Actually it was mostly white, but it was white and pink. That's like, the colours of snow white's face or something.)

But anyway so my dad's friend's daughter whose name I SHALL figure out some day and I cycled around the place, which resulted in my getting a huge, PAINFUL bruise on my butt. Which hurts when I sit down. *wince*

And tis the tragic tragic TRAGIC tale of my battle against the bicycle seat. XD

Tragic tales are fun.

blogged @ 4:08 AM
06 July 2007
My life recently has been revolving around two things:

1) Litweek haunted house, which will officially cease to exist from now on since lerbut (who annoyingly insists on calling me chenli despite me signing off with my name as ONE WORD but I suppose the message didn't get through all the silicon) has blatantly told us that a) it was impossible, 2) we would die if we tried and c) she would refuse to help us to teacherly stuff like booking rooms if we tried to carry on, okay chenli?

2) Interesting people who are interesting in the way Mrs Bennet is a nice neighbour. Or rather, that's one interesting person. On the other hand, I wouldn't mind depriving 1c of people.

Tis a sad life that I'm leading.

On another note, I'm even sadder upon reading andrechong's essay. It is completely and utterly unfair how some people can write so disgustingly beautifully (and I mean beautiful in the good way, not collinsy pedantically - much as I hesitate to use that word after bel's little episode with it). And perryy's remarks about it are practically glowing with love and adoration. Yours truly's english, on the other hand, has been subjected to nightly conversations like this:

[li qi] pretty please? says:
i has a bucket
[Lord Lich] My heart is snowing says:
...
[Lord Lich] My heart is snowing says:
you has no head

though the absolute best has to be bel's numerous dubious lines, which for the sake of the general public should not be mentioned here. But equally amusing are the og mornings:

Bel: How do you spell gay?
Me: _ _ c _
Gay: OI.
Me: how do you spell really gay?
Us: _ r _ _ _ y
Bel: How about really really gay?
Us: _ u _ _ _ _
really gay + really really gay: OI!

And the best of the lot:
How do you spell cupcake?

F-U-N-G-S-H-I-N-G!

LOLX I shall stop being evil to the og people now. Lest I have a bunch of miffed cupcakes on my trail. But I'm still amused. <33333

blogged @ 2:48 PM
01 July 2007
Zomg yesterday I finally realized what a humonginormous impact bel's leaving would have. Bel's leaving for TWO WEEKS. TWO. SCHOOL. WEEKS. That's

1) 2 ra sessions/4 wg sessions
2) TEN FREAKING OG MORNINGS
3) FORTEEN MSN DAYS

And in case anyone MISSED THE POINT, THAT WILL BE TEN OG MORNINGS WITHOUT BEL.

And in case anyone forgot, let me remind you of the last time bel didn't turn up for og morning. The other og members *coughfreddycough* got our og spot stolen away by some sneaky and absolutely barbaric og spot stealers who cannot be detested enough. Humph.

And thanks to my virtue of having many virtues (hehe), I arrive early at school, which means no female company until esther/queenie arrives (cause they're the earliest). And they arrive erm not very early. Stares at the general direction of esther/queenie.

MY LIFE IS NOT WORTH LIVING. I wail.

BEL DON'T GO. IF YOU GO MY SOUL WILL BE BEATED AND CHEWED UP AND SPAT OUT BY THE OG IN LITTLE 15 MINUTE INSTALLMENTS EVERY MORNING UNTIL ANOTHER FEMALE MEMBER TURN UP. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

AND WHO WILL I BULLY ONLINE AT NIGHT? NOO BEL YOU CANNOT DO THIS TO ME.

That said, bel if you see that second hand book shop help me look for Terry Pratchett's The Last Hero, Thief of Time, Jingo and Going Postal kthnx.

blogged @ 5:20 AM
29 June 2007
I feel free.

I feel extraordinarily free.

And I near from certain corners of Singapore, 'Oh-uh.'

And I giggle in delirious happiness cause at long last I am fere to wreck havoc on, well everything.

And in the meantime whine about the changes in class composition, not that Adrian and the rest are unwelcome, mind, but well there has to be a reason why the whole hall turned and grinned evilly at my class the moment perryy said 'changes in class composition'.

My class is expanding. Whyyy. Then what if we can't fit into the mini-canteen tables anymore.

andwecan'ttalkaboutourlittlefemininetroublesifwellpervertsarearound

Sigh.

On a side note, Reevesie is marking the econs scripts, mc the yeatslit (like should be right) but perryy may be switching with the ldjin teachers. o.O

Pleaseletperryswappleaseletperryswap.

I didn't say anything. Looks innocent.

blogged @ 4:20 AM
27 June 2007
3 ways to screw up your CTs:

1) The Red Tide. (actually the pain that came with it, which The Pink Pills did not cure)
2) Writing all your long, LONG answers on fulscap when the instructions say: write ONLY on the question paper.
3) Not finishing

P&P, on the other hand.
What are men compared to rocks and mountains?
Yes, what are they, I ask bel.

blogged @ 5:03 PM
25 June 2007
So much for hoping that it was just a really bad joke.

And today's there's a new incident. RI boy jumped/fell from 3th floor.

Please let him be fine.

And to all of you out there, please take care.

And though I don't know you, I hope you're happy, wherever you are.

blogged @ 4:15 PM
23 June 2007
My Revision Plan To Save My Ass:
(from being fried by the likes of reevesie and perryy and whatever maths teacher who is decent enough to know the answer and hence fry my ass)

Steam econs all the way until 7pm today.
1900: Dinner.
2000: Steam more econs.
2200: By which either econs or my brain will have become soggy from all the steaming, and since it's important to sleep well during exam period I shall go to bed. Preferably after uploading some econsy audio teaching device into my mp3 so I can spam it in my ear. Hynosis ftw. (And for the record, it SHOULD work cause I highly suspect that was how I passed my theory exam.)

Sunday
Either stay at home and not move my ass for the next 24 hours, or
Go woodlands library and study with wormy, where study = ignore her and just steam steam steam.
Subjects for steaming: ECONS, chem when I'm bored of econs, Maths when I really can't take studying anymore.

Monday:
0700: Wake up, cause you learn most when you study in the morning.
0900: after steaming for the past two hours, go to school.
Bus Ride to school: Steam more econs.
1000: Go into school library highest floor and set up warning spikes around me to warn against disturbance and read econs notes until they're broken. du puo wan juan shu something something something about ink in the chest or something. er.
1300: zomg econs ct.
1500: either go school library again to do maths, or go home, and on the ride back read grandpapa of emo poetry yeatsy cause cannot do maths on the mrt.
Home: attempt to do maths and read yeats and find analysis websites online when I'm bored of both.

Tuesday:
0700: wake up.
0900: after reading P&P for 2 hours go to school
Bus ride to school: chem
1000: go to school library and sms christabel for the question number of 5 maths questions she doesn't know how to do.
1200: Go downstairs to eat with either no hair cause I pulled them all out in frustration or no hair cause I er pulled them all out in frustration.
1300: maths ct.
1500: GO SCHOOL LIBRARY DRAG SUET ALONG IF SHE'S STILL THERE AND STEAM CHEM.
Then go home steam chem somemore until all the hydrated solids have lost their .xh20 and have turned into white powder then go to sleep.

Wed:
0600: wake up.
0700: go school and steam chem all the way.
0900: chem cts.
1030: go home and search online for P&P websites and yeats and be lit-ty for the rest of the day.
1800: call my mom and dad amiable cause I'm supposed to pick up austen language.

Thurs:
0700: wake up
0900: head to school and use whatever steam is left to read yeats. and P&P. Again.
1300: lit.
1500: I AM FREE. (if I'm not weeping in the toilet, that is)

okay now I shall ADHERE to this plan. Which means. No more blogging until thursday. I will not be distracted by music. I will CONCENTRATE on my studies and MEMORIZE every single word in there.

Oh. And no msn.

Damn.

There's a kind of a sort of...cost.
There's a couple of things you've...lost.
- Glinda, Thank Goodness.

NO MUSIC DAMNIT.

Oh. And no blogging. I'm talking to myself. This is bad.

OKAY STOP IT LICH.

Do you think if I make it into woodbridge before CTs I can miss the whole bloody affair?

blogged @ 11:29 AM
REIGHTARDS I LOVE YOU DARLINGS. *muaks* Reightards outing ROCKED. But first, since we're in the CTs mood now:

Yayy cat and I rock. We walk into a bookshop (Popular at Orchard mrt is having a clearing out sale!!! GO GO GO!!!) and come out carrying three copies of...

*drumroll*

The Dialogues of Plato.

Wait, correction.

The Great Dialogues of Plato.
With the complete texts of The Republic, Apology, Crito, Phaedo, Ion, Meno, Symposium
Translation by W.H.D. Rouse.

Which, of course, had nothing - nothing, I repeat - to do with the fact that they were selling it at 3 for $10. So me and cat each took one, stared at the rest of the 3 for $10 section in hopes of finding another decent book to buy and saw 'Fluffy Rabbit Pillow' and 'The Adventures of Timmy the Rabbit*', much to our disgust, and proceeded to call suet in an attempt to persuade her to buy a copy too, lest there be a welfare loss of 3.80 since each book separately costs 6.90.

*Book names changed to avoid problematic cases of defamation and because I can't remember them.

After which we the two KI students trooped out looking immensely pleased with ourselves, and Gen got some ASEAN history book (yuck) and Brenda was just gaying around in the bookstore.

We then proceeded to walk confidently towards the Hard Rock Cafe, ignoring the tiny fact that 1) none of us has ever gone there before and also the more important fact that 2) none of us actually knew the way.

However, in the presence of a geogger (gen) and someone who knows orchard road like the back of her hand (brendy), mel and I decided that as long as we didn't allow cat to lead the way, we would be pretty much fine.

And midway, which was also around the time when we realized we were really kinda...well...not lost but definitely not in clear possession of our coordinates, mel remembered that bel and lickie were supposed to be there first to prepare the coughcoughcough, and smsed them in hopes that the two who were, I repeat, supposed to be there first would tell us how to get there.

And the only information we got from THAT was that 1) they were not there yet and 2) they were only a few meters in front of us, which meant that 3) we had to slow down drastically or else cat-the-still-blur would figure out what was going on. (On a KI-related side note, although the premises 1) and 2) are correct, part b of the conclusion 3) may not be true since it is based on the implicit assumption that Cat will actually figure out what is going on if she saw lickie and bel carrying the cake. And knowing cat, that assumption isn't very valid.)

Either way we finally arrived at Hard Rock, where mel and I tried to surprise cat with her menu (which will be uploaded later on reightards cause photobucket is being a complete and utter ass), which went this way:

Seating arrangements:
Brenda Bel Moi Mel
Cat lickie Gen

Me: Psst bel slip this SUBTLY into cat's menu okay!
Bel: Okay. *proceeds to take the menu and very NOT subtly hide it under her own menu and in the process attract Cat's attention*
Me and Mel: er OKAY.
Cat: *narrows eyes suspiciously then promptly forgets about it*
Mel: Eh lich why don't you take the menu back and we pass the OTHER way.
Me: eh hehe good idea.
Mel: *slides fake menu into the real menu* Eh lickie ask cat if she wants to have this for lunch.
Lickie: Cat do you want to have this for lunch.
Cat: Hmmm? *stares for a few minutes* AHAHAHAHA er haha not funny. -___- Is this my birthday card?
Mel and me: It's a MENU.

AHA I got it up. On Reightards.

And I just realized that I like to cover events in excruciating detail. Which is not good. Especially when I'm supposed to be revising CTs. So basically THANKS MEL AND YOUR GENEROUS MOM FOR THE VOUCHER like $2 per person to eat at HARD ROCK *zomg faints*. And CAT YOU BLUSHED LIKE A erm a TOMATO. Yes. Announces.

So anyway the other highlights of the day was 1) when bel was supposed to sing.
Bel: I'm not singing in the restaurant!
*once outside*
Bel: I'm not singing here it's so crowded!
Us: *look around* *points to a bench near the phone booths under a tree* there. that's not crowded.
Bel: You want me to sing in the PHONE BOOTH?!?
Us: -___-"

2) In kino
Gen: pretty pretty notebooks.
Cat: pretty pretty notebooks.
Moi: pretty pretty notebooks.
All three of us: *drools*
Cat: Should I get this notebook or that one?
Mel: I still think gen's one is the best. Steal it.
Cat: Okay.
Gen: *squawks* NO don't take my book!

3) Back in the restaurant, cause I can't follow chronological sequences that way
Cat: Eh gen we haven't done our cute noises ritual.
Gen: Okay let's do it now!
Cat: *makes cute noises into lickie's left ear*
Gen: *makes cute noises into lickie's right ear*
Moi: Lickie, this is the time when you do The Stoppittttt
Lickie: Stoppittttt
Cat and gen: *makes more cute noises*

4) Also in Hard Rock, when we were going to celebrate cat's birthday
Staff: And for our second birthday of the day...
Cat: *chats on and ignores*
Staff: today is CAT's birthday!
Cat: har HAR what OH. YOU. *narrows eyes at lickie*
And we proceed on to sing the birthday song very loudly and embarrass cat, with whistles and cameras and yeah. Four slices of cake.
Us: Cat make four wishes.
Cat: erm... maths, econs, lit, ki...

Yes. And reightards outing ROCKED. Especially all the bel-bullying that went on (oh gawds the DUBIOUS DUBIOUS statements she said...) and PIRATES (zomg multiple johnny depps)

Okay okay I shall upload the menu and erm do econs. Shudders. I hate CTs.

blogged @ 4:24 AM
18 June 2007
You Are In a Crunch Ice Cream

The perfect combo: a completely nuts person who likes to be touched


Lolx it's all freddy's fault, I swear. I was going to take a break after erm well fifteen minutes of studying and then I saw his blog and so erm well.

Looks sheepish.

Your 1920's Name is:

Clarabelle Ivy


Zomg why of all names something with 'bel' in it?!? That name is sooo not me. Except for the Ivy part. It's my long long lost cousin, I think. Like lichen --> fungi --> green things --> ivy. Hmm.

Your Leprechaun Name Is:

Fluffy Bottlesipper


I am extremely amused.

You Are the Very Gay Bert and Ernie!

Two grown puppets living together, sleeping in the same room?
They've even got coordinating striped shirts!


AHAHAHAHA. I saw the word 'gay' and just had to do that. Beams.

Okay stoppit lich. Bad lich.

GET WELL SOON GENNI BRENDY BELLY. D:

blogged @ 4:35 PM
14 June 2007
I'm sick.

Bursts into tears.

Okay I know I'm supposed to be revising. But I'm sick. Wails and whines somemore. I can't go out of the house cause I can't leave the bloody toilet for more than an hour, and my nose is so impatient that it's running. (aha aha) And I'm cheering myself up by watching Rent and Wicked on youtube. Annalene Beechey as a blonde is freaking cute. Though Idina Menzel pwns all.



And I must must must spam someone with the gorgeous song Love Heals so we can spam it on msn together.

Life a breath of midnight air
Like a lighthouse
Like a prayer
Like a flicker and the flare the sky reveals
Like a walk along the shore
That you've walked a thousand times before
Like the oceans roar
Love heals

There are those who shield their hearts
Those who quit before they start
Who've frozen up the part of them that feels

In the dark they've lost their sight
Like a ship without a star in the night
But hold on tight
Love heals

When you feel like you can't go on
Love heals

Hold on to love
It'll keep you strong
Love heals

When you feel like you can't go on
Love heals

Hold on to love
And it will bring you home

Love heals when pain's too much to bear
When you reach out your hand
And only the wind is there
When life's unfair
When things like us are not to be

Love heals when you feel so small
Like a grain of sand
Like nothing at all

When you look out at sea
That's where love will be
That's where you'll find me
You'll find me

So if you fear the storm ahead
As you lie awake in bed
And there's no one, no one to stroke you head
And your mind reels, your mind
Your mind reels.
If you face is salty wet
And you're drowning in regret
Just

Don't forget (x5)
It's all right
Love heals (x5)

Okay so everyone knows what I've been doing since I returned. -___-" Bad lich. Stoppit

blogged @ 6:38 AM
12 June 2007
I miss econs trip. Though I can't say I missed it particularly during the last few hours of plane ride, cause despite all those enjoy the last minutes together things, a plane ride can only be THAT enjoyable when you're nursing a headache and this irresistable want to sleep while your ears are popping from the landing and the stupid sun is shining too brightly and all I wanted to do then was to go home and sleep it off. But now that my headache is gone and my fingernails are no longer indecently long, I'm feeling the aftermaths of not seeing everyone after 12 days of non-stop interaction.

It's not about visiting some of the most gorgeous places in the world (a.k.a. the parliament, I have to upload the photos one day, it's like drop dead freaking beautiful), though nothing can ever beat stealing time from the camwhoring and standing at the top of the eiffel tower with the reightards and holding gengen's hand and softly singing Top of the World together (even if the stupid bel and mel are missing).

But what I remember most is all the spastic shit (haha) moments, like sitting at the top of the little adamotel room (which is about the size of one hotel room for 2 people, but we're supposed to fit 8 people in anyway) and playing cards, attempting to do work in the lounge/kitchen but playing cards anyway, the zomg SPASTIC moments in our nightly haunt Sainsbury's where we shopped for food, sitting in the stupid fake-o simulator ship thingie and laughing instead of screaming as we faked a roller coaster ride (and ben screamed SO loud and high), our little budget meals and the sandwiches from pret a manger, laughing at cat and lickie in the louvre (mao falling off his chair when we told him about their 'zomg I think I'm cute' then squatting against the wall and laughing somemore) and mass singing under the eiffel tower until all the locals were staring at us weirdly and biscuit-sandwich-meal at 2am in qing's room in an early effort to cure jetlag.

It's one of those things about group trips - even the worst thing grows on you. ADAMotel started feeling cosy after the first day, even if the management just grew increasingly shameless. It went from the advertising showing a nice two-people room like that in hotels, to the rules on the door saying no more than five people in the room when the seven of us were told to sleep there, to the management pasting a sticker over the number five and changing it to eight the next day. But the company made it all worth it, from whining in the freezing mornings to the spastic gen and lickie doing FIFTY PUSHUPS (on a holiday!) at the top of the squeaking two-bunk beds and almost collapsing them to gaying while playing cards on me and val/lydia's(depending on which day it was) beds.

Lickie: *cuddles up to cat on her shoulder and makes alien noises*
Cat: *looks around* Gen help me.
Lickie: *cuddles somemore and says in act-cute voice* I'm helping.

And during dinner maomao recounted his traumatic experience (which even though he denies it, he enjoyed) of jayjay sitting on his bed in boxers and totally hitting on him, and shopping at sainsbury's for meals for him to share with his jayjay. And all the dubious statements that were said there.

Mao: *picks up cheesecake and turns to us and tries to be convincing* You know you want it...
Lickie: Why, for you to share with jayjay izzit?
Mao: *immediately puts it back with a pained expression.

Mao: I want the fabulous baking boys.
Lickie: But do you need the fabulous baking boys?
Mao: *notes the insinuation* Erm...maybe not.

Cat: So maomao. Is there anything else you want to buy to share with jayjay? We already have the strawberries...
Moi: whipped cream, fabulous baking boys...
Qing: handcuffs, leather...
Cat: those I can provide. So anything else, maomao?
Mao: -___-" ... oil.
Everyone: zomg dies

And all the weird ulu ulu food and always praying for good food for dinner while dying of heat in the dubious chinese restaurant with all the porn pictures and majorly suanning maomao about jayjay's constant hitting on him.

Jayjay: I want to be cool like mao. I shall play hard to get like him.
All: zomg dies.

Of course, maomao wasn't the only one who was hit on. The pervert shopkeeper in paris hit on cat

Shopkeeper: Vous parlez francaise?
Cat: un peu.
Shopkeeper: mademoiselle...belle.

and the prc what's his name hit on lickie. But for the sake of my head (i happen to be very attached to it) i can't say what happened. But suffice it to hear the new joke:

Why did lickie cross the road?

I laugh evilly. And of course, all of val's lame puns (val: they're a pun-ishment) and the common language that all in the sisterhood shared (including maomao, cause he's part of the sisterhood too, I proclaim gayly), such as spastic shit, stopitt and ohmagawddd.

And we got to know the others better. Like qing and lickie and cat are this singing choir now, and sarah is the one who constantly spews dubious sentences, like 'I like my men strong' and 'manhandling' and 'I wanna be a bad girl', and hearing about hab and sarah's dreadful trip to the moe for their interview with the coffee-brewing taxi driver.

But the best was just getting away from it all, the school, the work, and all the other stuff. It was more of a holiday than a studying trip, and even when we did study it was more of an obligation cause we haven't touched our school stuff for days than cause CTs were nearing, and it always degenerated into gay stuff like card games or reading p&p for dubious sentences.

You are uniformly charming.
Thank you sir, but a less agreeable man would satisfy me.
And for maomao to use: jayjay is handsome, but not enough to tempt me.

And now returning is like a reality check. Ahwells. But it was fun while it lasted. Now to cure the jetlag. :\

blogged @ 6:10 AM
29 May 2007
Packing is such a chore. Seriously. For one it's boring, which really takes the edge off the fact that you're packing for a trip, and it's also annoying to discover that the orientation and house shirts you've been continuously wearing for the past year (cause they're at the top of the pile, and after I wear and wash them guess where I put them? At the top of the pile) are neither formal nor warm nor anything enough to wear outside the house.

As melmel says, packing for camps is fun. Because what you do pack then are the orientation and house shirts and the fbts, and I have more of those than i have jeans. It's the packing for clothes that you wear when you're not sweaty, stinky and grimy that's the problem.

And I've discovered that majority of my clothes come in green, black and white. I'm that loyally rafflesian, apparently. That and there's a whole bunch of clothes in a disgusting and embarrassing colour (read: pink) and more embarrassingly low cuts that I've sworn never to touch with a ten foot barge pole unless er. Wait. No unless. I swear never to touch them with a ten foot barge pole. Period.

So currently my clothes pile follows a very dominant theme of greenblackwhite with random dashes of blue (pjs) and red (my pooh shirt which I totally adore) and a very small dash of pink words on my white shirt and er more blue. Cause I couldn't get that bright orange jacket I wanted. ):

I hate packing woes. PLUS that stupid sharm backed out after she was supposed to return me my jeans, so I lack jeans too. Bloody hell. If you see popsicle lich in 2 weeks you know what happened.

And oh for those who pass by school, check out the new WG board! It's beside the gym board. Yayy I feel proud of lickie bel and me. XD

blogged @ 12:17 PM
26 May 2007
Make my bed and light the light
I'll arrive late tonight
Blackbird bye-bye.

It's an emo song. I should stop listening to emo songs. But the history boys are full of them. Er. Actually there's only one. But posner has such a gorgeous singing voice I can't help listening to him on repeat. And since I'm such a (i quote reevesie) wuss, I'm being affected by it.

Yesterday was such a TGIF day. Ending on maths wasn't the best way to start off the holidays, but then yesterday was a xian day in general that picked up towards the end cause 1) we were trying not to laugh to obviously at kohsyy and 2) it was the end of school and it's my class, so we were in a high mood. After which was shopping with the toad, which was more along the lines of ogling pretty jackets (men's size! zomg so poser but I like) cause we were two broke kids running around amidst people wearing dkny clothes and buying ralph lauren for their two year old kid. Why are some people so damn rich. Then this morning I just woke up feeling emo cause I realized that one quarter of our jc life has passed.

I shudder to think of what would happen at grad night. I'll probably cling on to the morons (yes, even the male morons. Though that would involve much less clinging) in school and refuse to let go and wail my eyes out.

Okay bad lich stop emoing. Not good. Talk about happy stuff. Like. How retarded people like gen and lickie are.

Gen: I can make my own way home okay! It's just bus 157!
Me: Oh really. *holds up 1 finger* what is this?
Gen: ONE.
Me: *holds up five fingers* what is this?
Gen: FIVE.
Me: *holds up the six sign* what is this?
gen: SEVEN.
Lickie + me: RETARD!

and lickie, well, that girl just cannot get on the right escalator. Presumably when you get on one you wish to end up at some other destination. Lickie likes choosing escalators that go in the opposite direction, so it'll just send her to the starting point. Ahwells. It's lickie. Let's not be mean to her yes.

Despite how retarded and moronic she is. But cause we're nice people we shouldn't mention all the gazillion spastic things she did.

Yayy that was very incoherent. Apple crumbles are food. I mean, good. -___-

blogged @ 5:24 AM
23 May 2007
From mary, cause I'm damn high now.

THE LETTER A

Are you available?: Er now? Nope. I need to do econs for the trip. ECONS TRIP!

What is your age?: 16

What annoys you?: Locke. Berkeley. Kohsy. But then again, I annoy her in return. So there.

THE LETTER B

When is your birthday?: 6/8 or 6/9 I prefer the latter for very pictorial reasons.

Who is your best friend(s)?: REIGHTARDS! (Since that monkey insisted I blog about her -___-)

THE LETTER C

What's your favorite candy?: Chocolate! Er is that even a candy. I like those brown oval-shaped ones that comes in a yellow package and there was an advertisement about it YEARS ago about a granddad giving the sweet to a little boy and it was so awww.

Who's your crush?: HUME. Er. Okay not really. My bolster I think. Since by all definitions. I even sleep cuddling it, for heavens sake. Oh wait. That's not exactly under the definition of a crush, is it?

When was the last time you cried?: Erm last monday. Looks shamefaced.

THE LETTER D

Do you daydream?: Yes. A lot. I particularly like those about going for a buffet, though they make my stomach growl if it's before break.

Do you like dogs?: Hehe I'm a cat person. Cuddles up to kitty just to annoy monkey.

What day of the week is it?: Wednesday. The day of the dreaded KI test.

THE LETTER E

How do you like your eggs?: soft-boiled. Hard boiled. scrambled. sunny-side up. ... I like eggs.

Have you ever been in the emergency room?: I assume I should have been, since my mom said she screamed her head off when i was born.

Do you have both your ears pierced?: Yes indeed.

THE LETTER F

Have you ever flown in a plane: Yes! I hate them. Always get nauseous. Lickie/cat look out. I'm going to snuggle up to you and attempt to sleep on you.

Do you use fly swatters?: Er. what?
Have you ever used a foghorn?: No, but it would be very cool. I know I would misuse it if I had one, but still. It'd be fun.

THE LETTER G

Do you chew gum?: This is SINGAPORE. You THINK? (okay yes i do)

Are you a giver or a taker?: Both.

Do you like gummy candies?: YEP! THOSE GUMMY BEARS! Remember their old advertisements? Bear woo scary! *screams*

THE LETTER H

How are you?: Elated. KI over. Peace out.

What color is your hair?: Naturally black, but it looks more shit-coloured in the sun.

Do you live in a house?: ... what kind of question is that.

THE LETTER I

What's your favorite ice cream?: TIRAMISU. RUM AND RAISIN. YOGURT!

Do you play an instrument?: all used to. I particularly miss the cello. The double bass less so. and I need to practice on the piano.

Have you ever listened to a song by Incubus?: Er. What? Do they have anything to do with eggs? You know, like incubating...

THE LETTER J

What's your favorite jelly bean?: Erm. Strawberry ones. Ftw.

Do you wear jewelry?: Earrings. A watch. erm wait. that's not jewellery. but for some reason i thought of it.

What kind of jelly do you like?: The yellow ones. I dunno what flavour. Oh and the lychee ones.

THE LETTER K

Who do you want to kill?: Shhhh. I'll tell you after I've dismembered the victim. *shifty eyes*

Do you want kids?: NO. Not now, not ever. Unless you consider those little twits at pasir ris, who I don't mind baby-sitting once more. Though bryan would bite my head off for that remark.

Where did you go for kindergarden?: NOT THE PAP ONE! I announce proudly.

THE LETTER L

Are you laid back?: LOLX not exactly. High, on the other hand, probably applies.

When was the last time you said love?: This morning. Like hi kitty my darling love *insert smoochy stuff that alex would call smuck*

Is the lion the king of beasts?: Erm. Isn't that the tiger.

THE LETTER M

Do you still watch Disney movies?: YES. Erm but only the old ones. Hercules. Hunchback. Mermaid. Beast. Aladdin.

Do you like mangoes?: YES. YES and YES.

Do you ride motorcycles?: Nope. But I do ride on bicycles. Er. When i was 7 i did, at least.

THE LETTER N

Do you have a nickname?: ... I'm not answering this. Glares at og.

What's your favorite number?: 15/18/21 I like multiples of three.

Do you prefer night over day?: ... Night i suppose. Cause of stars! STARLIT NIGHT <3

THE LETTER O

What's your one wish?: To hear burbur sing again. Swoons

Are you an only child?: No.

Do you like the ocean?: Occasionally.

THE LETTER P

What's one fear are you most paranoid about?: I had this dream once, where I was locked up behind a door which had one of those sliding things and I kept banging on it and shouting cause it was beside a road and people just walked past and ignored me. D: Then I realized that it wasn't a door, but i was looked in a wall and couldn't get out.

What are your pet peeves?: SEEKED.

What's a personality trait you look for in people? Funny-ness.

THE LETTER Q

What's your favorite quote?: NOLITE TE BASTARDES CARBORUNDORUM.

Ever had your oil changed at the quick stop?: Considering I don't have a car yet, no.

THE LETTER R

Do you think you're always right?: Is that why I failed my first maths test of the year?

Do you watch reality tv?: I don't watch tv anymore. D:

Are you one to cry? I try not to. It's damn embarrassing. Unless I'm watching a movie. Then waterworks.

THE LETTER S

Do you prefer sun or rain?: RAIN!

Do you like snow?: YES. CANADAAAAAA.

What's your favorite season?: Spring and Autumn. Since they're neither too hot nor cold.

THE LETTER T

What time is it?: 8.52 pm

What time did you wake up: 8.15 am

When was the last time you slept in a tent? OBS! WITH CAT. Talking about slash! I giggle

THE LETTER U

Are you wearing underwear?: ...DUH? WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT?

Underwear or boxers?: Underwear

What's under your bed?: Another mattress

THE LETTER V

What's the worst veggie?: Everything. Except cauliflowers.

Where do you want to go on vacation?: LONDON BRUSSELS PARIS

Have you ever been to venice?: No. I'd love to, though!

THE LETTER W

What's your worst habit?: Rolling my eyes, uncontrollable narcissism

Do you smoke weed?: No. I shouldn't eat my cousins. That's cannibalism.

THE LETTER X

Have you ever had an x-ray?: Yes, of my teeth

Can you play a xylophone?: Not very well.

THE LETTER Y

Do you like the color yellow?: Nope.

What's one thing you yearn for?: As I was telling soonae just now, sitting on a magic carpet and zooming around. Hopefully with a hot guy.

Have you ever used yarn for anything?: Erm. I unravelled a scarf of mine in the middle of winter and ended up freezing. Does that count.

THE LETTER Z

What's your zodiac sign?: Libra/Virgo

Do you believe in the zodiac?: Er. THEY ARE BOTH SOCIAL CONSTRUCTS TO EXPLAIN THINGS OUR ANCESTORS WEREN'T ABLE TO EXPLAIN.

Favorite zoo animal?: KANGAROO. OCTOPUS.

blogged @ 4:24 PM
21 May 2007
Thanks to all you darlings who asked after me and comforted me. I love every single one of you guys to bits and you know it. And yes, it helped. Even though I was utterly aghast at seeing the two morons who DID get the scholarship break down.

As cat has asked me, yes, I'm upset about the humans results. I'm bitter, demoralized, disappointed, and I can't remember what was the last word kitty used, so I'll leave it there. If I had to say what it really felt like, it's kinda like walking into H1R5 for H1 chem in a class of 4 and seeing the J2s there cause it's THEIR home room. J block almost collapsed from all the emoness enamating from the insides/outsides/toilets.

But I'm okay now. Emoing is fine and comforting and all that, but it doesn't actually achieve anything else, especially when KI exam is coming along. If I could write an essay on emo I'd emo all day away and get an A, but sadly, it's on the unfortunately erm quaint (pun fully intended) people like Kant. Who I don't like at all. Nuh-uh.

So cheer up everyone! Look on the bright side! (Like the fact that ShiTT got in means that at least SOME part of the selection process was screwed up, even if the fact that ShiTT got in and we didn't is very, very demoralizing on gawd knows how many levels. It's like knowing that even Hades decided to reject you.)

Okay I know I'm still bitching, but a girl needs SOME consolation okay. And bitching is a very healthy form of exercise for the mouth and mind, I say deludedly.

I HATE KANT I HATE KANT I HATE KANT. Phew. AND I HATE DESCARTES TOO. WHY WHY WHY DID HE DECIDE TO BECOME SOME PHILOSOPHER? ISN'T HE HAPPY WITH THE DAMAGE HE DID TO OUR LIVES WITH THE BLOODY CARTESIAN PLANE? Mutters. Annoying guys who decide to write in greek/french/incomprehensible english.

Oh gawd I just read a model KI essay. Now I want to go stamford hotel and see the wonderful view on the 72nd floor.

Screw Kant. Oh that sounds so damn bad.

blogged @ 5:04 PM
19 May 2007
Stolen from the peacock's blog, cause I'm bored that way.

1. The song you've been most listening to recently?
Teardrops on my guitar. Cause SOMEONE'S been emoing.

2. What do you currently want right now?
To suddenly deposit KI-ness into my brain and be able to speak like socrates/plato/aristotle/or even that unfortunately-named Immanuel c Kant.

3.What did you do today?
Went to eat breakfast at market. Roti Prata and youtiao and butterflies. Yayy.

4. Are you hungry? What would you like?
I just ate, moron. But I'm still hungry. CHOCOLATE.

5. What have you been thinking about most today?
Whether reeves is slamming my case study or not.

6. Do you ever just sit outside and watch the stars?
Camps. After starlit night. FAM FTW.

7. What is your current annoyance?
I'm at home. By default that'll be my sis.

8. Do you want a new cell phone?
Lolx my current phone is fine. But I want a flip phone so I can act cool/pro.

9. Are you waiting for someone right now?
For melmel to reply my sms. Oh. She just did. Grins.

10. Name one thing you’re looking forward to this week?
Erm. Nothing now, actually. Before wed I've have told you ra/wi/photog, but they've passed. D:

11. Can you make new friends easily?
Er. Depends. On a lot of factors.

12. What would you do if your best friend turned gay?
... They already are.

13. Do you plan out what you wear the day before you wear it?
Er. generally school u yes. What's there to plan?

14. What is music to your ears?
SEBASTIAN'S VOICE. As in sebastian from the little mermaid. That little crab. I love his voice. It's so deep and low and smooth and gravelly and he's so definitely a baritone. Like burbur. Hurhur.

15. Have you ever fallen for your best friend?
No. Illicit secret but passionate love affairs that are nevertheless doomed are quite frequent occurances, however.

16. If you had a chance to save someone significant to you, would you?
Like yah duh. What kind of question is that.

17. How many times do you eat each day?
... You mean officially or unofficially?

18. How do you cheer someone up?
Don't ask me. Bad at these things. Very bad.

19. Are you a morning person?
LOLX after 11am maybe.

20. Is it easier for you to fall asleep or to be woken up?
Fall asleep. I always seem to be doing that during lectures.

21. Think of one person, stick with it. You don’t have to say their name. Would you pick them up stranded 100 plus miles away if it was your birthday?
LOLX I thought of the reightards. Hahaha yes. And then I'll make them pay for the travelling fees.

22. Has your best friend ever hurt your feelings?
LOLX yeah. But I think I was even more kiampa. So ahwells. But I love you guys anyway!

23. Give two reasons why you get distracted in class.
1) My teachers have really, really nice lullaby voices that just lull you to sleep. (i.e. Mac and burbur)
2) It's my class. That's like analytical. (KI hahaha okay not funny)

24. Do you think it’s funny when people get hurt?
No. Unless like it's people like christabel trying to kick me and kicking the table instead then yes that's very funny. XD

25. If you had to guess, how do you think you're gonna turn out in life?
Screwed. Er. Not in THAT sense.

Zomg I'm so bored. Shit I should study KI. KIKIKIKIKI. erm. that so. like. Kiki. Keke. keykey.

Okay stop that lichen.

blogged @ 6:19 AM
18 May 2007
Zomg. Blogger is...blogger is...blogger is...I'M POSTING AGAIN!

Woot!

Apart from that, today sucked.

Oh, and apart from photog too. And from the time spent with my class <3 (excluding the RAP, unfortunately, cause there're just some things others can't save you from when you're sitting 4 meters away from the speaker, even if auyong and nicole were playing the penis game).

Anyway I was supposed to wake up at 3 to finish my econs case study, but I fell asleep again the moment I opened microsoft word (how the hell is that even possible?) cause I was like damn tired eyes hurt okay close my eyes for a second bam sleep. And woke up with my neck hurting like shit and almost late for school and having done nothing except type out 8 pages of aaaa(...)aaz. And for some absurd reason I fell asleep on the mrt AGAIN, and when I got to school I just wanted to sleep.

And on this note, I proclaim that lickie is very nice to sleep on. Even if she's short. I beam.

Anyway after that went with freddy to buy coffee, which effectively woke me up to the extent that I never felt sleepy even once through the econs lecture. Coffee ftw. I should drink coffee everyday, even if it upsets my stomach and makes me nauseous for the rest of the day. Cause staying awake in lectures is important.

And I was going to explain to reeves why my case study wasn't done when he entered the lt in a whirl and slammed the door behind him and said that he'd hate the people who didn't hand in their case study today, so obviously after econs lecture I spent my 2.5 hours of free block doing econs. And missing much of lunch. D: And after that was another 2.5 hours of lessons, so that makes it 6 hours without food. My stomach feels weird now, as in while I'm typing this. Did I like drink bad coffee or something.

Mutters. And it's hurting and making weird noises. Damnit ouch. Okay I shall go and drink water or eat something else. Like half an hour after supper. >:(

Damnit my coherence astounds me.

blogged @ 7:59 PM
12 May 2007
Yayy photog. On Friday. We went around school taking pseudo-artistic pictures and generally camwhoring in various poses, although the imitation-spiderman-scaling-the-wall one was an abject failure. Nevertheless, we worked up a considerable high and pranced around holding a much-abused camera and giggling so much it was a miracle how emo our pictures turned out.But our fabulously shameless pictures, e.g. the-ghost-classroom-where-the-teacher-taught-an-empty-class, the emo-at-the-window-and-showing-only-the-back-with-blue-light-streaming-in-against-the-silhouette, the two-confidants-sitting-facing-each-other-at-the-corridor-window-and-facing-each-other, and twirling-in-the-pool-of-sunlight-at-the-staircase-where-we-enlisted-the-help-of-shiyma-and-twirled-until-we-fell-down shots can totally pwn booray's emo. So there.

(Well we didn't really think much when naming the photos.)

Sadly they're going to be deleted cause they're practice photos. D: But fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun. XD

And RA on wednesday was a failure cause we totally didn't anticipate five girls (yes girls, booray) joining, so we shall CHANGE that. Like mellimm. CHANGE THE WORLD. But it was the after-cca part that was fun(ny), sitting around in a gay group and talking cock. Bel has blogged about that, so I shan't repeat. And then went home with liqi (or rather, went home WITH lickie *grins goatily at cat*), but why am I even blogging about wed.

O RESULTS! It's on a hideously disgusting green piece of paper, which I shall insist is the reason why my mom made a face when she saw it. (I conveniently forgot to tell her about people like lickie, which is also why I didn't get nagged at too much.) And cause i collected my CHINESE results, I listened to chinese songs the whole ride home (which was after eating XIAO LONG BAO hehe chinese day). Anyway either it's the CDs that my dad has, or chinese songs have way prettier lyrics than english songs. Or at least modern english songs. I mean, older songs go like this:

Have angels taught you how to fly
And do you know the reason why
The thunder roars
and lightning lights the sky

AHH pretty. But modern songs go along this line

Hey hey you you
I don't like your girlfriend!

Like errrrr. But to be fair there're also chinese songs with disgusting lyrics, i.e. Guo Mei Mei and her

I love you, loving you
Like a (stupid) mouse loves big rice!

Yeah. But chinese is actually a very pretty language. I realized that when I was revising for chinese. Cause in english if you say something along the lines of

The last traces of pink in the sky faded into the depths of night, depositing the last of their parting well-wishes

it just sounds constipated and try-hard. But in chinese it sounds extremely pretty. And the best thing about such phrases in chinese compos is that you can plonk them anywhere, though preferably at the beginning or at the end.

And some chinese songs have seriously pretty lyrics. Ahwells.

I'm a bit the incoherent now. As you can tell. Cause I'm listening to french songs. That I don't understand. But I'm still listening to them totally not because I'm poser, but because they're nice. I insist. And I'm talking about chinese. In english.

I think i need to see a psychologist.

blogged @ 12:12 PM
10 May 2007
Okay I finally got to that part of the economist that contained the letters. About guns. And the very interestingly-worded debate. Where you can just about sense the tiny little 'fuck you' behind the words.

Sigh how bothersome. I tell you what. We should have guns. So we can shoot people before they kill 22 people. If people who don't feel like committing mass murder bring guns to school, that is. So. Not only that, we should therefore make everyone carry a gun. So next time anyone who feels pissed with the world can whip out the gun, but he won't be able to kill too many people, cause by then all the other people will also have whipped out THEIR guns and shoot at him. And with the psychomotor skills of the general population, the bystanders will have to worry. But it's okay, cause self-defense is a very good way to plead innocence in court.

And if you want to kill people, then you know what to do. Provoke some little brat who watches far too much violence videos. Little brat tries to act cool and go Huh hands where I can see them sucker! And you, after conveniently positioning your enemy behind the little brat, go BANG BANG BANG.

Eh walao self defense leh. Not your fault right. And besides, guns protect you against tyranny. Like if another hitler comes and decides to turn the oogalooga men and women (cause we're equal opportunity like that) against you in Holocaust II (Bigger and bloodier! Don't miss it!), you can whip out your gun and shoot someone dead and that'll help because it would totally convince the oogalooga (wo)men who are attacking you that you are NOT dangerous and NOT their enemy and that you DO deserve to live.

Yayyy. Hooray for guns. After all, if we've been doing so well with people killing others with knives/poison/sleeping pills/frozen fishes (otherwise known as blunt objects), we REALLY need guns on the scene to er. Stop killing. Cause that was what guns were invented for, you know.

blogged @ 3:00 PM
05 May 2007
Midsummer's Night Dream! Okay from the beginning.

After school met with melmeljiejie and worm mee and went to re-explore far!east and further!taka (okay not funny), where wormy and I ate chippies and mel, who firmly believes that any food compared to chippies will come out insufficient and unfulfilling, ate chippies. Like tsk don't you know that long johns fried fish > all as there're lots of oil and fish oil is good for your health?

Mel: -___-"

And then Gelato! Yumm. Ate this flavour whose cheem name started with stra- (like strata, except longer and with a few 'l's), but was actually just vanilla with chocolate chips. But ice cream is ice cream. No one argues with ice cream unless they don't like ice cream. Which is not possible unless you live in the artic with the polar bears, then I suppose you'd prefer hot yummy campbell (AHAHA i typed this as campBALL) soup instead. Ahwells.

And then wandered around taka to The Best Toy Shop, Art Friend, Kino... ME MISSES THEM LOTS.

Speaking of lots, in KI burbur mentioned those tribes whose people couldn't do maths cause their numbers stopped at one, two, many...lots. (So that's where pratchett got demetrius' number counting abilities from.) So since they never had to process more than many, they couldn't. Zomg 1984 someone? Imagine if WE never got beyond many. No more maths. No algebra. NO INTEGRATION (except with kitty darling). Zomg yayyyy.

Okay that was random. But it was inspired by lots, i say. Anyway after that met with sam and nicole to buy food for midsummer's night dream, which consisted of chicken from toriQ, chicken from KFC, and alex was going to bring chicken from pizza hut, so we'd have a chicken feast on the grass.

Oh anyway pizza hut didn't have any so we ended up just eating even more kfc chicken. LOLX. Anyway we arrived at fort canning hill at 6.25, waited until 6.30 for the gates to OPEN -___-, then went in and reserved one of the best seats right in the middle. XD And since the whole of 1A had arrived, and 1B consisted sadly of THREE people, namely me, sam and nicole, we decided to lie down and look at clouds and try to spot shapes in there. Which mostly went like that.

Sam: I can't see anything.
Nicole: I can spot clouds!
All: Er...
Me: They just look like long fluffy white things.
Nicole: Actually they all look like penises.
All: o.O

Okay yes. But there were a few thumbs up, a middle finger, an anteater and a hedgehog. And we got pretty bored cause well it was just 3 people, so we went (or tried to go) to sleep. Anyway afterwards alex arrived, and joo, so we started eating cause shan was going to be late and the show was starting.

AND I LOVE MIDSUMMER'S NIGHT DREAM. AHHH. AND EMMA LEONG WAS FANTABULOUS. Even though er

Reevesie: I swear she didn't look like that when I taught her. Now she looks kinda like a dominatrix.

o.O I didn't even think that reevesie USED words like that, though no one kinda expects their teacher to suddenly talk about dominatrixes. Yeah. But her voice was zomgamazingahhh. And I love that they made theseus and oberon, and hippoly-something and titiana the same person, since theseus and hippo were supposed to get married, and oberon and titiana WERE married, but oberon had an affair with hippo and titiana with theseus, which is really confusing, but that they made them the same couple is like sweet.

Oh. And puck was scary. D: WHYYY. I LIKED puck. But instead of this happy-go-lucky you got this scary devilish evil puck. And hermia was just pure annoying, but as ng said, maybe she should have been played by a guy. And after that alex and his dad sent shan and me back right to our doorstep. YAYYY THANKS ALEX. AND YOUR DAD.

Which basically concluded our 6-person-class-show-watching. Midsummer's ftw!

blogged @ 6:06 AM
01 May 2007
Hehe. I just realized something.

If bel = ball,
then mel = mall

AHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA. Okay not funny. But I grin amusedly.

blogged @ 1:11 PM
You Are An ENFP

The Inspirer

You love being around people, and you are deeply committed to your friends.
You are also unconventional, irreverant, and unimpressed by authority and rules.
Incredibly perceptive, you can usually sense if someone has hidden motives.
You use lots of colorful language and expressions. You're quite the storyteller!

You would make an excellent entrepreneur, politician, or journalist.


Strange how the general result hasn't changed since sec 1. I can't remember the result then, but it probably should go along those lines. Or if all else fails, there's always mel who managed to predict my type within the first 3 months of sec 3. But there're lots of questions that I know I didn't put the same answer for, and I wonder if the change is a progression or a regression. Or maybe it's just change, and it doesn't have to mean anything other than itself.

I wish I knew what to do now.

blogged @ 10:28 AM
Hehe I just realized that Reightards has more posts than my own blog. :/ Which isn't quite surprising, really, seeing that it's soo much more fun to, say, plan bel's wedding than to recount the daily activities of my really not so exciting life.

I heart Hercules! I was watching the disney version on youtube, and Baby Pegasus is just so cute!

I haven't seen so much love in the room since narcissus discovered himself.

Watching baby herc screw up hades now. I love hades. And pain and panic. WE ARE WORMS! WORTHLESS WORMS! I giggle. Ahwells. I have no life. And I need to buy some of those waterproof fireproof lightproof ultraviolet blouses soon. Grumbles. I hate blouses. In fact, one blouse. The blouse that I have to wear to school every. single. day.

Never thought I'd miss the pinafore.

AHAHAHAHAHAHA bel is funny. I quote, 'ball rolls off to study'. Sniggers cheerfully, goes the person who finished and majorly failed the econs test. And that's a confirmed fail, cause I just got back the paper. er. Yayy? Well. At least I breached the gap. From 10 percent to 6 percent away from passing mark. -____-"

Word of advice to all you poor mugging sods out there - do not start on section b when reevesie says you have 5 minutes left. Try starting, say, half an hour earler yes?

Joo isn't going on the econs trip! Wails. Whyyyyyyy. Life is saddddddddd. Sniff. I wanted to go with cat and joo and bai then the reightards and the 1 bai-s can like interact and peer gay around. Sniffs.

It's okay joo we get souvenirs for you! <3

blogged @ 5:42 AM
29 April 2007
Suffering from withdrawal symptoms. I sniff and stare longingly at 1b and 13b, and since that's not very possible cause I'm sitting at home, I shall sniff and stare longingly in the direction of dairy farm. Except I can't really see it. There's a forest in the way, with a NS camp. Which is the reason why I used to see stinky guys in uniforms running past back in sec 3 and 4 when waiting with toady at the bus stop. And beyond that there's the hdb blocks, and you can't see at night, but there're three red and white pillars that support fireballs that flicker in the dark of the night when the oil refineries are working. It's super cloudy, and the edges of the clouds remind me of candy floss, except that they're greyed at the bottom, and some inner romantic wants me to be maudlin and say that's due to the promise of rain. We walked back to school in that weather, or at least until it started pouring viciously on us.

Let's do the walk back to school again another day.

My hair looks damn puffy. Like a fishball. Zomg. Ball. Hehe

blogged @ 9:06 AM
27 April 2007
I miss adventure camp. Not all of it, cause I'm still fervently scratching all my mosquito bites and ant bites and the bruises on my back, but I miss the atmosphere and the fun and the people.

The first day was the height elements day, where we got to see

1) Ballball doing the monkey leap as forfeit, 5 x 2 times.
2) Absailing, two-logs thing and rock climbing
3) Challenge pole where Jiaen screamed and writhed in pain as the harness pulled on...something.
4) Walter belaying and complaining that he would never celebrate father's day again if it went on any further.
5) Walter being T3H MAN and doing pull-ups on the bar at the challenge pole.
6) Walter demonstrating how to put on the harness, where the instructor hit on him. Both literally and physically. (Btw the harness really looks like some kinky lingerie garters or something.)
7) Auyong demonstrating how to climb the pole, where the instructor smacked him on the butt and pushed him against the pole. O.o Sounds bad. Well it looked worse.

And of course, the challenge pole. It was much better than the previous time at the end of sec 3, cause this time I climbed straight to the top around there without stopping, and that there wasn't kenneth tan around to make me laugh while climbing (which is a dangerous combination). But at around the top I freaked out when I realized that 1) The top wasn't flat, and 2) the pole was shaking like a piece of shit. Much hilarity ensued, consisting of mainly screaming on my part and bribes on the part of those on the ground. (Bel: IF YOU CAN DO ONE PULL UP I TREAT YOU TO GELATO!! Me: WELL I CAN'T DO ONE PULL-UP ON THE GROUND. WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I CAN DO ONE NOW!) Anyway I didn't do the pull-up, but neither did bel, so we don't owe each other ice cream, but we shall reward ourselves somehow anyway.

After I did the challenge pole we sat on the ground as a class and er. Engaged in the intellectual activity of throwing stones at our helmets. Well! It was fun okay! (Alex: I can feel my brain cells draining away.)

Yeah. Oh before all activities Auyong got stripped by the guys the moment he entered the guys dorm (see how deprived they are), and my class just lazed around the top half of the bunk and talked and tried to get auyong to do the dare of flashing the other class. Which he didn't do, but that's quite okay, since I don't really want to see his byfords.

I think that the moment we're free to do what we want we do something scandalous. MUAHAHA.

DINNER! Yayy shum's totally a fabulous cook. We ate animal-shaped pasta! With sauce that had sausages! It was super nice. Then we popped the sparkling juice and generally gayed around celebrating the april babies' birthday, threw ice down bel's back (ICE FIGHT! Cause sam the ice princess brought ice from her house) and er gayed around somemore. Yayy I hearts you all. I don't think I can ever think of class dinner without remembering thursday night.

Then night walk! Being the scaredy-cats we are, me and bel went with gen as a group of three, where gen went first, I went in the middle (cause I'm scared liddat) and bel at the end, holding hands for dear life. XD (Bel: did I mention how I love the two of you? Me: Your hands are my lifeline)

Halfway through denise joined us, but not before scaring us half to death. We were walking when suddenly bel was like, Who's that? And since it was in the middle of the night, I almost had a heart attack, until denise called back: ME! So our group of 3 became 4 and we all stepped into the mud puddle ><. And after we reached our destination we all knew when someone stepped into the mud cause there'll suddenly be this screech in the night.

And during supper bel and I gathered the female power around us to annoy mao and arun. Which went along the tune (HAHA okay fine not punny) of

Topic of conversation: random
Me: OH i love cow and chicken! I used to watch and laugh at it!
Bel: YES I LOVE THE THEME SONG! How does it go again...
Me: Mama had a chicken! Mama had a cow!
Geri: Dad was proud, he didn't care how!
Bel: lalalalalalalalala
Gen: COW!
Bel: lalalalalalalalala
All: CHICKEN!
Arun: *throws us a disgusted look and gets up*
All: lalalalalalalalala...COW AND CHICKEN!
Mao: *throws us a disgusted look and gets up*
All: MUAHAHAHAHAHA. *gets up to go wash plates*

After which my class remained in the canteen to spam songs, and everything was kinda hazy and dreamy cause it was around 12, so we just randomly sang songs and leaned against each other and talked random song talk. <3

We like bathed at 1.30 in the morning @.@, where the water in the female toilet was damn cold, and since there were few cubicles, me and shan and sam showered in the female toilet while joo and nicole waited until auyong finished before separately going into the male toilet, which unfairly had the hot water. D:

And then we went back to the dorm, where we played truth or truth, or rather the other three played while shan I and used them as background music to fall asleep. XD

Then friday was the emo day, but it was also the day where I got to know a lot more people from 13b better. The sharing session started off being those happy cliched stuff like there'll always be a shadow in front of you, but if you look up the sunlight will always be there. But it went from that to the semi-serious of the reightards stuff, which are serious, but not that intimate sort that you would keep from all but those closest to you. But after that people started opening up and really telling their troubles and stuff that are really personal, and...yeah.

It's okay to like not share lah. As in such stuff is really personal and it's understandable if you want to protect yourself even from yourself. If someone wanted me to share things like some of what the others shared, I would totally have told them to go and stuff their programme right up...where the sun doesn't shine.

But thanks to all those who really opened up. I think these people are really brave, cause it takes a lot of courage to reveal your deepest secrets to those that you've known for 4 months, and to those of another class who you've known for even less. I may never find that courage to open up to those other than my closest friends, much less admit it face to face to a group of people. But it's very warming to know that there're all these amazing people who DO have that inner strength and bravery out there, so hearts to all of you. I love you all, and don't worry about all these little twists and turns, cause they'll happen anyway and you CAN make it through and be what you want to become and work where you want to work, so cheer up okay. <3

And it's this that made the whole camp in overall such a success. After that even after HC wittingly or unwittingly dispelled the emo mood (hc: haiyah if you feel emo then go do pull-ups!), there was this sense of intimacy and closeness amongst everyone that translated into high-ness for the walk back. And I realized that I haven't felt so high for damn long. Thanks to 1b and 13b, all of you.

Cause seriously the games were damn pretentious and contrived, and without everyone they would have fallen flat. I think even the instructors were shocked at how much we put an effort into stuff like the lift art and challenge pole and the walk back. Though they got a bit annoying at the end during the debriefing, when they continuously asked us why we didn't ask people if they were tired while walking. Who wouldn't get tired when walking for 2 hours straight carrying a backpack? And wasn't the point to push ourselves anyway? And we know cheryl got weak knees, and we did constantly ask her if she wanted a break. But I don't see the point of walking back to school if we had to stop every 5 minutes. The satisfaction is in pushing ourselves and finally reaching the goal tired but knowing that you've done your best, not reaching it fresh and feeling like you just finished shopping. Grrr.

Okay don't bitch. I like the instructors though, especially shukor (or however you spell the name), cause he's nice and sensitive and is a very good counsellor. XD

And just so you know, adventure camp ftw. XD

AND I WANT WALTER'S PHOTOS.

blogged @ 7:13 PM