gossip is our unofficiated uniform;

2007-06-23T15:24:00.000+08:00

There really is something very telling about the female psyche and its obstinately high-maintenance mindset when the words "torture" and "fun" appear to have equal meaning.

Check out this conversation I had with a friend yesterday, while braving the sweltering heat at a local open-air bazaar chock-full of supposedly "good deals" and "cool stuff" (not my words) :

"I'm so hot, I could just melt on the sidewalk right now!"

"Well, if you're so hot, why are you still fanatically searching for jeans?" I asked.

She grunted in reply as she continued perusing the racks.

A little while later, as she paraded herself in front of me after having tried on a pair of jeans, she panted, red-faced, "You know, I really don't know if its the crazy heat, but I think my thighs have expanded and now these jeans are so tight on me I could just burst! Do you think they look nice on me?"

"They're OK," I replied nonchantly, having seated myself uncomfortably on a footstool as I steeled myself for a long wait outside the fitting room.

"Ugh, I'm so frigging hot I think I'm sweating swimming pools! This is the worst torture anyone could undergo!" She complained, even as she spun around and admired herself in the sliver of mirror at the storefront.

"Well, then let's get out of here quick and go for a drink!" I sighed exasperatedly.

"What? And spoil my fun?"

I stand corrected.

2006-08-12T23:44:00.000+08:00

Yes, I do realise how long its been since my last update, and by now, I'm probably the only person to set eyes on this domain. Myself, and of course, as I've recently been enlightened to of its existence, my Faithful Following.

But you'll have to forgive me because like all the other victims of the Establishment, I have been subjected to merciless workloads, senseless camaraderie and worthless commitments (cue screams of stop being such a cynic) - my shoulder has been worn thin by the heavily spiked wheel. But suffice to say that I do feel a smattering of guilt for abandoning this page and allowing stereotypes to abound - I do have to confess to having an Active social life as of late - it's been on overdrive, in fact. So much so that I've supposedly been scewing around restaurants with Lisa, as someone so affectionately puts it, and I could probably pen a book titled Urban Dining 101.

And although this probably isn't the most humourous or pleasant article you would have liked to read, the following is a follow-up to the list of annoyances I drafted up donkey months ago:

5 things not to do under any circumstances in my presence
(not presented in any order)

1. NEVER EVER walk, file, write, pack, or eat slow when you're with me. I mean, seriously, I know the phrase stop to smell the roses, but its not as if you live in the Botanic Gardens. For the perfect example of the embodiment of sluggish, time-consuming, dawdling, refer to francesca's life, who's many inadequacies speed-wise have made me slower than Piggy.

2. NEVER EVER tell me I'm a cynic. I'm just being a realist who is, at the very least enlightened to hellish fate we have been forced to conform for by the Establishment, unlike those who link arms with their peers swaying along to absurd jingles at meaningless celebrations. Ignorance is NOT bliss.

3. NEVER EVER instruct me or tell me what to do unless you are of a higher authority - and by higher authority, I do not mean wealthier, smarter, taller, shorter, more arrogant, or simply because you can play a musical instrument, etcetra. Nobody gets command over my life. And I am not being defiant.

4. NEVER EVER cancel on me last minute. I am not an incoming call which you can put on hold. For an example of the extent to which I have been subjected to eleventh hour cancellations, just know that I have already conveniently coined the phrase pulling a francesca to mean bailing out on me 1 second before the date.

5. NEVER EVER judge me or tell me I'm mean. I do/say things for a reason, and I'm simply not being hypocritical, which many people on the Death List evidently are. My being mean just means I have more values than the shit on the List.

2006-04-06T18:19:00.000+08:00

10 things not to ever do under any conditions in my presence
(presented in order of annoyance level, 1 being the greatest, 10 being slightly less)

1. NEVER EVER under any circumstances bend, crease, fold, dog-ear, furrow, crimple, crinkle, crumple, scrunch, shrivel, wad, or wrinkle MY PAPER.

2. NEVER EVER start unanimously chanting my name whenever something even remotely mechanical malfunctions. Do you not know that TWO AV reps exist? IT rep means rectifying or running COMPUTER-related programs, not getting aquainted with Mr Morris every 2 days. I'm sure he concurs with this statement. (Refer to Shirlynn's new duty regime, due to be implemented Monday, 10 April)

3. NEVER EVER ask me when physics file, worksheets or performance tasks are due. How long will it take for the fact that I DON'T take physics to drum in? I don't give a shit about kinematics and velocity graphs and whatnot.

4. NEVER EVER make me do ridiculously inane acts just for communal amusement. That includes kissing the cover of literature play, galloping like a centaur, or, god forbid, curtseying.

5. NEVER EVER address me by my last name without prior permission by ME.

6. NEVER EVER speak slowly in my presence. Seriously, its not a leisurely day by the pool, its a day blighted by school.

7. NEVER EVER question the reason for me eating (insert sickening, puke-worthy cafetaria food) on certain days, or fallaciously claim its my favourite food. Honestly, what do you think I eat at home, rubber-bands?

8. NEVER EVER ask me for my home phone number. I don't know it, and I'll never tell anyone. I am NOT a HOTLINE.

9. NEVER EVER tell me to shut up when I'm being concerned for (insert whomever's name)'s welfare. Concerned would actually entail asking and suggesting, don't you think? And (insert whomever's name) wonders why I'm not more supportive henceforth.

10. NEVER EVER prod the button on my pencil torchlight-cum-keychain on my pencil case, after which yell for me abruptly and thrust the light in my eyes. Are we so simple-minded that we derive amusement through these means? I would think a good sitcom (neither Korean nor Chinese, preferbly American) should do the trick.

I apologise for the unintentional almost 3-month long siesta from this page, but a certain something called school and fatigue got in the way. After which the above annoyances set in. Hence this entry.

2006-01-20T23:26:00.000+08:00

ANDDD I HAVE SURVIVED OBS HEAR ME ROARR IN JUBILANCE.

And even though it was as bad as I thought it would be, hygiene-wise, it was still funfunfun. With a capital F.

Well except for our inconceivably back-breaking, foot-blistering trek (during which I was stumbling about blindly looking for a ready made grave to tumble into, until nat's insistence that I die in style prevailed), and the sandfly colony's feast on us, I guess I've otherwise escaped unscathed.

I swear the moment I stripped off in the bushes it was like a unanimous start of an all-you-can-eat sandfly buffet on my wrinkled skin. Which of course would explain my being smothered in chicken little ((: and garfield plasters for the whole of this week, and my looking like a walking billboard for Toys R Us (as my incredulous classmates and teachers can very well attest to).

Butbut still. Everything from jetty jump (I jumped thrice I think I'm becoming an adrenaline junkie) to kayak capsize drill (nat and I were so terrified of sea snakes we refused to extend our legs for one second in the sea) and even the notorious Storm Night in our bashas was fun(:

And even though we all fell asleep draped over each other (francesca slept on my stomach and the next day I was wondering why it suddenly felt so easy to breathe) and had 3 am breakfasts consisting of dilute Ovaltine and digestives, I guess what made it all the more thrilling was the unpresedence of it all.

But that does not constitute to the fact that Shirlynn does not appreciate civilisation. I swear when I got back and first saw escalators and automatic sliding doors I wanted to whoop aloud and cry at the same time.

And even while all we have left to look forward to are commonwealth essays and meaningless diplomacies over chinese new year, we can't deny that clean, salt-free showers and Twix bars are heaven on earth (pardon the trite expression) after OBS.

2006-01-03T22:12:00.001+08:00

You know, I really beginning to think I shouldn't doubt the credibility of those sappy Chinese soap operas in which the females lament about the sardonic twist of Fate.

By the way, a small point of interest: I was globetrotting for the entire month of December and half of November so you'll forgive my absence on the cyber scene.

But I digress. Seriously, it's as though I'm being mocked for not hopping onto the filthy bandwagon. It's enough to make me wanna drown myself in the scotch (all any other type of alcohol, for that matter) I got drunk with over Christmas and New Year's.

And since blogging has now become the most harzardous thing to do after sky diving and performance tasks, I guess I shouldn't divulge details.

Let the countdown to D-day begin.

2005-11-01T00:01:00.000+08:00

Wake up and sniff the shit, everyone!

Hypocrisy is the name of the game. I kid you not.

Happy Halloween(:

2005-10-21T21:56:00.000+08:00

I refuse to blog now.

Well, technically I am, but let's just ignore that.

Watch this space.

2005-10-14T20:44:00.000+08:00

'Cry' made itself 205's unofficial synonym today.

Or, if you insist on specifics, perhaps 'drowning in our own tears' would have been more accurate.

Whatever it is, take note that I remained mercifully DRY-EYED. No, don't get me wrong, I'm no heartless creep, I guess I just lost the key to my floodgates today.

Seriously, I just can't discern a reasonably heart-rendering rationale to submit myself to form-wracking sobs. It's an intruguing concept, really, seperation and sobbing. I mean, I'm sure there must be some sort of emotional factor which induces the tears, but evidently everyone but me found/spotted/realised it.

Even the people who were adamant on not tearing decided to succumb. One moment Desiree and I were perched atop a table sniggering at everyone sobbing their hearts out, and the next Desiree was swollen-eyed and red-faced after going off to hug some people.

WILL SOMEBODY PLEASE ENLIGHTEN ME.

I'm sure if that Thing/Reason/Cause dawns on me I'll probably be reduced to bawling on my bathroom floor clawing at my heart painfully.

Uh. Well I suppose the above statement should be one of those "to what extent..." coundrums.

BUT. On the subject of weeping, here's something that we should all unanimously blubber about, if only as one of the last class things we do together.

Before you proceed, though, a gentle warning: if you reminisce about our school days with sugar-coated emotions, you probably don't want to proceed.

Yes: we should all mourn Ying Jing's emotional catastrophe earlier today. God, I mean, what an absolute bitch. Please take note that the word 'bitch' harbours all the connotations of a despicable, callous ASSHOLE.

And to think I was about to engage in interaction with abovementioned character, who shall not be mentioned specifically here for obvious reasons.

I swear, if I were Ying Jing, I'll be fucked if I don't at the very least attempt to shove aforementioned bitch down something generally elevated and precarious. I'm not particular.

In the meantime, though, I think I'd better save the tear-jerking nostalgia and emotional goodbyes for a proper end-of-year entry in tribute to 205'o5 (note: That does NOT mean copying and pasting of Graduation Song lyrics, that was so 15 minutes ago)

Still, well, I have to pronounce drama nite and netball carnival as the best possible way to conclude this two-year chapter of our intermingled lives.

As they say...break a leg.

2005-09-26T15:16:00.000+08:00

Just some dry humour I picked up from Friends:

Chandler: Hey, taxi!

Joey: Get a load of that. (points to two women a distance away)

(taxi pulls up at the curb)

Chandler: (to the taxi driver) Hey dude, just practising. Keep going. You're doing great.

Joey: (on the phone with the bus company) Hello. I just lost a piece of white plastic on your bus. It had a strap attached to it. Well actually it was a baby carrier. Oh, and it had a baby in it.

Chandler: Please tell me you know which one our baby is.

Joey: Well, they're only two here, and one's wearing ducks and one's wearing clowns, so it's gotta be ducks, 'cos Ben could have been wearing ducks...

(Chandler reaches for the baby)

Joey: ...or clowns.

Chandler: How 'bout this, we'll flip coins for the baby.

Joey: Okay...heads.

Chandler: Heads it is.

(they look at each other.)

Chandler: You're supposed to assign a baby to heads and tails, stupid!

Joey: Oh. Well...ducks can be heads...cos....ducks have...um, heads.

Chandler: (looks at Joey) What kind of scary-ass clowns went to your birthday?

I'm in the shower
And I'm making up a song
Stop me if you've heard it before.
My skin is soapy
My hair is wet
And dekan spelt backwards is naked.
Lather rinse repeat
Lather rinse repeat
Lather rinse repeat.

- Pheobe

Now, why couldn't we have something like that for unseen poetry?

2005-09-25T21:03:00.000+08:00

It's official. Really, I can sink no lower.

And while our minds are still freshly on the focus of sinful confessions (think Inspector Calls), here's a skeleton in my closet for you to ponder and snicker over: I've resorted to reading (yes, you read right, reading) Candace Bushnell novels.

Seriously, that's as shameful as it gets. I mean, it's even more appalling than me telling my oral examiner that singlish had a 'distinctly oriental feel' and that it 'epitomized a worldly culture'. I expect you'll be clutching your sides by now.

But blame it on my insatiable craving for Emmy award-winning dramas. Speaking of which, Eva Longoria should be given an Emmy for 'best-fake-expression-when-I-didn't-get-nominated-for-best-lead-actress'. By now, though, I suppose everyone will have guessed what this is about.

It's just my Desperate Housewives withdrawal syndrome kicking in. So I thought it apt to have the very first book I've read out of free will all year be Desperate-Housewives-in-literature. (Incidentally, Lipstick Jungle is uncannily similar to the script-writing of Desperate Housewives.)

I mean, if you think about it, what with the sex with a teenage model, the divorce with an irrational husband, the tearing-my-hair-out over three hyper kids, and all the corporate world bitching, Lipstick Jungle may as well be Desperate Housewives: The Unfunny Parody.

Talking of sequels, Desperate Housewives Season 2 debuts today in the US of A. And LOST Season 2 debuted on Thursday there too. Americans get all the luck, don't they?

To be fair, though, at least I know everything that happens in the first five episodes of both LOST and DH S2. It's just, you know, the fact that you don't get the supreme pleasure of actually VIEWING it that gets to you.

Oh well. For now it's just America's Next Top Model, Las Vegas, CSI, and EOYs to content myself with. DAMN I NEED MY TEEVEE FIX.

And to make things worse, I'm STILL craving for BEN & JERRY'S.

2005-09-16T20:55:00.000+08:00

I think I must have plunged into an ether-world lately.

I mean, well, apart from the facts that I'm flunking and screwing every single assessment left right and center, I'm so exhausted I think I can be the official poster girl for coffee companies worldwide, and I'm slowly losing every ounce of self-esteem and bouyancy I possess, then, well, yeah, everything's just FINE AND DANDY.

Yeah. Who am I kidding.

2005-09-13T00:03:00.000+08:00

ALRIGHT I KNOW THIS POST IS LONG OVERDUE BUT I'M SO ENRAPTURED BY LAS VEGAS NOW SO I SHALL JUST GIVE AN OVERVIEW OF THE DASTARDLY CHINA TRIP.

IT WAS NOT FUN.

THE FOOD SUCKED.

THE WEATHER WAS SERIOUSLY DYSFUNCTIONAL.

AND THOSE WERE THE GOOD POINTS.

AHH I DON'T KNOW WHY I'M BLATHERING ON LIKE A PSYCHOTIC PARROT IN CAPS LOCK. MAYBE IT'S 'COS I'M SO AMUSED BY AMERICA'S NEXT TOP MODEL AND I'M CRAVING FOR BEN & JERRY'S.

2005-09-01T12:52:00.000+08:00

A word of caution: if you have a fervent dislike for implausible ranting, do not proceed.

Now. Where do I begin.

We had the mandatory slumped-over-the-railing concert, where we received a breathtaking view of the top of everyone's heads. I think the word 'boring' would be an extremely suitable one at this juncture.

Anyway after the whole fiasco of a concert I flew to Wheelock to get Ms Han's stuff, then flew to Holland V to meet her. We decided to go Japanese today but decided to take away instead of sitting down and cracking a menu. After that we went on a junk binge.

Then she drove us to MY abode (I'm not abnormal, I just hate using 'house') and we lazed about on the balcony for a while before we changed and went down to the pool.

Had lunch by the pool, where I presented her with my masterpiece (which I had been so proud of for all of 2 hours), then I tried to sleep without avail.

So we decided to finally abandon our lunch and swim to relieve ourselves from the bloody brutal heat. In the pool she decided to lecture me for not putting on sunscreen despite my insisting that it was icky goo, which was cut short by our clothes being swept into the pool by the wind.

Spent about an hour doing laps together and another hour in the jacuzzi where I complained and grumbled about the vile metal railing which, I swear, must have affixed a permanent convex curve on my midriff.

After we got throughly sunburnt (in every sense of the word for me), we went up to shower. Then she decided to bring me to this ice cream place but in the end we couldn't go because we underestimated the Forces of Time. And because she had to go for CLASS.

So she drove me to go meet some morons who DIDN'T TURN UP and I ended up waiting for TWO hours ALONE for her to finish. And I spent it fruitlessly splurging my coins on the capsule machine trying to get the penguin in a tuxedo which she wanted. I got the porcupine and the frog instead.

Alright then when she FINALLY finished class she decided to introduce me to her absolutely adorable (okay I know it's wrong to use this word, by me no less, but it's just for the sake of alliteration you see) PRIMARY 2 class who pranced about mouthing off about jackie chan and whatnot.

When she was finallyfinally done we went for dinner. Oh and I remembered to grumble about the notorious China trip (for further references see previous entry), which also incidentally means we can't meet at all next week. So yeah.

Afterwards I met Yuwen and Zhixian and the rest of them and we proudly presented Baby (note that it's capitalised for a reason) with her award, which, as I so rightfully claimed, should be platinum and not silver. Then we wasted the rest of the night away before I finally decided to go home and SLEEP.

So that was it. One hell of a hectic day. And the next time we get a full day like that, it'll be after the EOYs. Oh well. We'll see.

2005-08-28T14:30:00.000+08:00

It has been a foregone conclusion that attempting to chuck Shirlynn on a plane overseas is doomed to failure. Therefore, the statement that Shirlynn would want to hop on a plane to China out of self-will can be disagreed upon to a large extent. The following is a case study detailing the reasons which brought on this onslaught on parental psychosis:

Firstly, Mum thinks Shirlynn will be absolutely thrilled to enlighten herself with a rich cultural heritage. Which, incidentally, she couldn't care less about.

Secondly, Dad thinks Shirlynn will be boundlessly fascinated by the fact that the great wall is 'the only man-made structure you can see from space! How intriguing is that?'

However, on the other hand, Shirlynn might be slightly inclined to join them on this mirthless trip as she has just snuck a glance at facilities of the Grand Hyatt and the sight of the resort's swimming pool has made her blood run hot.

And, in conclusion, while the prospect of being holed up in a place where you have to carry your backpack in front is rather a turn-off, Shirlynn is sorely tempted by thought of the swimming pool. However, she would like to add that she already has a perfectly magnificient pool in her estate for use at her own leisure, thank you very much. Therefore, her final decision is an adamant no.

Ahh yes. Geography mugging has gotten to me already.

2005-08-21T23:51:00.000+08:00

Before you proceed: take note that this piece of angsty shit was written because I couldn't find the bloody HEIGHT of a certain CYLINDER of a certain ASSIGNMENT, NOT because I was under the influence of a hearty dose of PMS.

I had a seven-course dinner last night at a formal restaurant. And before you go jumping to conclusions of the sumptuous, delectable feast I must have had and ask me for the number for reservations, please be enlightened: the operative word for today is REVOLTING.

The bacon gratin was like BABY VOMIT, the seasonal cocktail had a pungent stench, the grilled mushroom tasted like a FRIED BALLOON, the cream of mushroom was like cream with pepper, and the steak, well, let's just say the next occupant of my seat must have wondered why there was a hard ROCK under his foot.

The only redeeming course was the creme brulee and the miniscule cup of tea at the end.

Well, incomprehensible crystal cutlery and maddening violinists aside, this restaurant, of which it's name I shall not mention lest the owners be stoned, will SO DEFINITELY go on my list of MUST VISIT eateries. Really.

If you have a sudden overwhelming urge to blow a hundred and seventy bucks, that is. At this rate, Shatec people are gonna go out of business.

Anyway, speaking of dinner, last week was an absolute fucking disaster.

Tell me, is it honestly justifiable for a person to stone, sulk, glower and scowl at another and essentially ignore her presence just because of a singular WORD spoken out of context, or a mere scene deserved to be scoffed at by any other person who couldn't have given a DAMN about what was going on?

Why, then, am I the outlet of SOMEONE'S UNPROVOKED wrath, decidedly disregarded and then reprimanded as though I just had underage sex, took drugs and murdered at the same time?

Bear in mind that it was just ONE question asked that was obviously only raised in a moment of DIRE NEED, and just ONE scene that was enacted out if frivolous desperation, and, lo and behold, I've become the proverbial TYPICAL RGS GIRL.

You know, it seems that's all I hear these days.

And I just can't bring myself to understand, since understanding is obviously something she lacks greatly. I can't even bring myself to toss out a casual apology, let alone grovel for forgiveness.

Is that a good enough reason to put me through a brutal cycle of bitter misery as I don facades to survive my tedious week? Is it too much to ask for someone you've confided in for most of your life to just be there for you when you're on the brink of certain failure, or extreme fatigue? Is it too much to ask to not have to seethe through a literature summative, and pause in the midst of an elegiac stanza to wonder WHAT THE HELL I did wrong, or if I may even get an innocuous message of encouragement?

Yes, I suppose it is too much to ask.

2005-08-11T23:13:00.000+08:00

What can I say.

I just can't resist exploiting a seemingly unwarranted holiday to its fullest means, even if the key highlight of my day is loitering about like a hapless lost soul.

Hung about all day yesterday at Heeren with Ms Han hunting for my wallet. And, should your impression of my desired wallet be tainted by Nat's highly exaggerated ranting of it's inadequacies, well, rest assured, its not an antique.

No, seriously.

Although Ms Han refused to let me buy it because it was just simply awful. In the end I settled for one which she had proudly presented to me after 3 whole minutes of arduous hunting.

We had lunch at Marche where we met...Becky. Well actually the basketball team. I don't believe I've ever seen Ms Han get out of a place so fast. So we had to go hunt for a secluded spot which she insisted on. I suppose her idea of secluded was where there was a perversely annoying voyeuristic camera freak igniting every few seconds.

If I didn't know better...

Anyway we shared an oxtail stew. Hopefully that conspicuously unenthusiastic statement should be sufficient to voice my distaste. Then we made fun of people as usual.

Oh, and surprise of all surprises, we actually planned next month 3 weeks in advance. This is a first. Well at least I don't have to follow my tradition of writing.

But never mind that cryptic statement.

Watched Bewitched after that. And, being the benevolent soul I am, I shan't launch into a thousand word movie review. Let's just say that I'd rather put my money on Desperate Housewives than a ticket into Bewitched. Then had dinner at Cafe Cartel and got home rather late.

Oh, and on a completely random note: trucker caps are officially out since they were included in the National Day Parade package.

2005-07-29T20:40:00.000+08:00

Fatigue has just reached an all new low.

What with the shitload of formatives and summatives spattered everywhere (fabricated by dysfunctional teachers or otherwise), the outlandish PTs driving me to an ether grave, the vile homework itself...well, need I say more?

Speaking of which: English summative has been screwed so bad the paper itself's probably disintergrating into ashes now.

I guess I should have known better than to write about such a paradox of which it's conceptualisation will obviously not materialise any time soon, later, or ever.

Mental note to self: Do not show carcass of essay to Ms Han.

On the bright side though I did not screw Geography. Downside - it's a formative. Did I mention that I spent 4 hours reading 5 pages? Me being me I just had to watch LOST, the OC, One Tree Hill, and afterwards, (are you ready) a rerun of DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES.

Yes, say it with me: Shirlynn has officially been SAVED.

2005-07-13T16:56:00.000+08:00

The epilogue of Desperate Housewives as narrated by an incurable fangirl.

THE BRUTAL REALITY STILL HAS NOT SUNK IN YET.

And, even with the definitely-not-possible promise of a 4 week siesta, the veracity of the situation will still strike me with a crash bang and wham and the impact will rattle my insides so thoroughly that the people of Greenland will be able to detect the decibels.

Even a willion oh-my-goshes will not suffice.

But they'll do for now.

OHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSH DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES HAS ENDED. OH MY BLOODY GOSH.

Just think, this continual, inexorable inner monologue will surge within me for lightyears to come.

Well, until September 20, anyway. That's when the DVD set comes out, by the way, in case you just got out of prison.

In the meantime, I shall busy myself with etching out a personal, self-fulfilling oath.

I henceforth pledge to drive a Peugot the second I commence my career and make trillions of dollars, three-quarters of which I shall save with Aberdeen Asset Managers, and the remaining one-quarter of which I shall splurge on Lee Hwa Jewelry. Then, if I have excess, I shall invest in commercials of any sort for the abovementioned corporations.

In case you've never been blessed by the existence of teevee trailers, they're the sponsors of DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES.

It's only been 42 hours and already I'm starting to experience the beginnings of terminal withdrawal symptoms welling up in me. So far there's been no urge to blow my brains out, no craving for intense bitching, and no remorse for a traumatic and cliched on-screen death. But then again, it's only a matter of time.

Monday nights will forever be an empty black void, engulfing the very last strands of my sanity and threatening to snap them.

Come on week from now, everyone will see me lounging precariously on the brink of psychosis. What am I going to do, when the prerogative of wearing out the how-could-this-happens and why-couldn't-it-bes of DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES with Ms Han over dinner no longer exists? Or when we no longer run up hour-long, sordid phone calls with reckless abandonment immediately after an episode concludes?

Oh, desolation betide me.

2005-07-01T20:18:00.000+08:00

Once again, it seems as though we've all yielded to the malevolent forces of time.

School's officially reopened for five days: and which harebrained soul would deny that she would give her eyeteeth to be able to retain that luxury of indulging in twelve-hour slumber sessions.

I mean, as trite as the metaphor might be, it seems like just yesterday I was bidding au revoir to the brutalities of education and lauding Desperate Housewives witlessly.

And now, its back to hopelessly incomprehensible who-knows-what-the-heck Math diagrams; paying zero attention to powerpoint slides dedicated to the climatic system (and repetitively asking if it'll be saved on the desktop), rejuvenating dormant cultural traditions (which would probably have served the youths better if it had STAYED dormant in the first place), mocking literature anologies with Ying Jing, killer EOIs, and intense battles with the sandman during lessons.

But, well, to make up for the elusiveness of time, I suppose school has been relatively normal so far. After all, no teacher has been more than 15 minutes late for class (yes not even our dearest Lit teacher); no lethal plague has infiltrated us [yet]; and, none too startling, a steady flow of Yajie's absurd proclaimations in the midst of Pythagoras Theorem.

Then again, if I choose to ponder the silver lining, school does provide me with the finer things in life which I would not otherwise have the privilege to bask in.

Like cracking up over Ying Jing's valiant attempts to pronounce and spell words beside me (her latest word being 'Pythagoras'), tearing my hair out (and a considerable amount of Tweet's, too) over not being able to get the blasted melody right during music, making fun of Ling's desperately fabricated zany exercise regimes while we both gorge on some gastronomic delight at the canteen, thinking of ways to rile our speech and drama teacher up, and, most pleasurable of all, sniggering at Yajie's existence in the Twilight Zone (the phrase having been coined by Ms Agnes Lim).

Speaking of Ms Lim, I think it would be an understatement to say that Ying Jing and I both pine for her immensely. Our latest pet peeve is _____, with me mocking at her incompetence and snorting at her outrageous material lavishes and Ying Jing punctuating my smartass remarks with her comment on wondering what would result if she got caught in the rain with her Plaster of Paris coat of makeup. Which ensues in yet another round of sniggering and an apprehensive glare from her.

Thankfully, in the midst of my hellish ride, DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES (which is really therapeutic for a fatigued robot by the way) still reigns in teevee land. Lately I've been so desperate for Desperate Housewives (pardon the hackneyed pun) that I've resorted to reading online episode transcripts feverishly. Like, for the 637th time. But no one takes the cake better than Ms Han. I should know. After all, she downloaded the entire season.

And, although only two episodes of Desperate Housewives remain, it still is reassuring to know that there will always be a happy place you can retreat to and hide for a while (even if it is Wisteria Lane), if only for a while.

After all, it's only been Episode 5 of LOST.

2005-06-20T17:19:00.000+08:00

Alright, I realise I've been rather negligent in highlighting my week. Guess I just can't extricate myself from that perpetual holiday lethargy.

Last Tuesday we had a blast at baby's party. We all congregated at Cold Storage first, though, (much to the chagrin of some horrendously bitchy women probably going through a mid-life crisis; I quote, "Why don't you all just grab a watermelon and excuse") to get our party paraphernalia.

Midway Xiner suggested a quirky door gift for baby and we both immediately thought of the Watermelon (see above). But everyone else wanted something horribly conventional like chocolates. In the end we spent a good half hour combing through (when I say combing, I actually mean barrelling) the aisles.

The most amusing part was when we were all contemplating buying a reasonably affordable bottle of wine and were actually heading towards the checkout counter when smart someone (I can't remember who, honest) piped up that we were unlikely to make it out the supermarket without ID. Yeah, we were such buffoons.

Then we labouriously lugged everything to baby's house. I gotta admit, it wasn't as glamourous as the name suggested. Baby lives in a duplex. Just when I think she can't suprise me anymore...

Anyway, we horded ourselves in, presented her with our idiosyncratic door gift, and began wrecking her house in true Party Animal fashion. While waiting for the fashionably late Adele to show up with her Twix chocolates and Starburst and squash racket baby entertained us with her photos.

So after Adele arrived we all trooped downstairs. I suppose I never did realise my abysmal aptitude at all games incorporated with a racket. I spent most of a futile 20 minute squash game with Xiner, Yuwen and Adele swinging hopelessly at the air. (I could have sworn the ball was there a nanosecond ago.)

But hey, in my defence, there was once the unbelievably miniscule ball actually rolled feebly across the court. Give it up for Sucky Squasher Shirlynn.

So I decided to join baby at badminton (yet another surprise discovery of mine, but damn can she smash!), which, thankfully, I was more adept in. Then Zhixian and Xiner decided to join us in doubles so I teamed up with baby. It was a real hoot with them attempting to smash us with their ginormous tennis rackets.

After that Adele and I went swimming. I irritated the shit out of everyone trying to persuade them to let me dunk them. In the end Adele and I concocted our own evil sinister plan (cue for malicious laughter) to dunk everyone. Needless to say, we failed significantly. Maybe we shouldn't have yelled come here let us dunk you so conspicuously. Yeah, I was wondering what gave us away.

After everything we all went up and took showers in baby's multi-entranced toilet. Baby actually cooked us dinner. Alright, so three-quarters of it was from Cold Storage, but, well, baby's handmade spagetti ain't that bad either.

We hung around until 11 at night then finally decided we should clear out so baby could get round to surveying the rubble. I just wonder how livid she was when she found the pasta sauce spattered all over the dining table. Or when she found the fizzy orange stuff which I somehow manage to upturn all over the chair.

One down.

Okay on Thursday I hung out with Ms Han the entire afternoon. It was my turn to pick a place for lunch so I chose Fish and Co. The outlet we went to was just so amusing. Apparently all the attendants there were trainees and we happened to be the customers they decided to practise on. So the manager was telling them how to serve us right in front of us.

Midway through the meal we were interuppted constantly by the manager asking us how the food was. And everytime I took a sip of my drink someone immediately came up and refilled my glass. Wow I love being practised on.

We spent almost three hours there. Basically bitching about people. Guess who.

Ms Han treated. So after that I bought us gelato. Then we walked around a bit.

Okay I've fufilled my obligations. Can't wait for Desperate Housewives tonight.

2005-06-13T23:42:00.000+08:00

It's a monumentally mundane midnight. Just gotta love my amazing alliterating abilities, huh?

Desperate Housewives quirky quotes

Rex Van De Kamp: [having an allergic reaction] You put onions in my salad?
Bree Van De Kamp: No, I didn't!
[looks back at table]
Bree Van De Kamp: Oh, wait.

Rex Van De Kamp: I can't believe you tried to kill me.
Bree Van De Kamp: Yes, well, I feel badly about that.

Lynette Scavo: I know someone, who knows someone, who knows an elf. And if any of you acts up, so help me, I will call Santa and tell him you want socks for Christmas! Alright, are you willing to risk that?

Karl Mayer: The heart wants what it wants!
Susan Mayer: Yeah, well, my heart wants to hurt you, but I'm able to control myself!

Julie Mayer: When was the last time you had sex?
[Susan stops what she is doing]
Julie Mayer: Are you mad that I asked?
Susan Mayer: No, I'm just trying to remember.

Bree Van De Kamp: How could we have all forgotten about this?
Lynette Scavo: We didn't exactly forget. It's just usually when the hostess dies, the party is off.

Yao Lin: I don't like lies.
Gabrielle Solis: Yeah, well I don't like your ironing. So there.

Bree Van De Kamp: [to her son after she catches him in a strip club] Andrew, I'm curious. When you fantasize about this woman, do you ever stop to think how she came to be on this runway? That's someone's little girl. And that someone probably had a lot of dreams for her. Dreams that did not include a thong... and a pole...

Lynette Scavo: [about the kids] Why don't I just put them back in me and cook 'em until they're civilized?
Tom Scavo: You'd be cool with that?

God, I feel so cheated. I fly home, a la Superman, trying my best to avoid a multiple pile up in some roadside cafe, and when I arrive home, mercifully punctual albeit extreme breathlessness, I realise that tonight's episode is a Special.

So I thought, oh, cool, some diversity in the series, but I didn't realise Special is actually teevee language for time-to-recount-every-last-detail-of-the-past-episodes.

So basically I just watched everything which I've already meticulously embossed into my memory from all the other taped episodes.

But it's okay. My abiding affection and enduring devotion for DH drowns out this very-unforgivable oversight on the producers' part, but nevertheless I forgive them.

After all, even brillant scriptwriters-cum-producers who produce superb, mind-bending, phenomenal, intoxicating (okay, you get the point, don't you) dramas like DH are human.

2005-06-11T14:36:00.000+08:00

You know, there has got to be something inherently wrong with the world when anything that malfunctions is routinely liaised with yours truly. I mean, it's almost uncanny how the finger of blame is always repetitively shoved up my nostrils like a relentless case of deja vu. And even if I enforced my case with utmost fervency, not a single objective soul would lend their ears even if the tangible truth (yes, it just had to alliterate) were embossed in the Bible.

Last week was a textbook example. I waited all week for SOMEONE to call me regarding our plans for this week, and when my phone resolutely refused (I just love alliteration) to chime with HER number reflected, I gave up on putting any stake on HER empty promises. And so I was, for lack of a better word, pissed off for the rest of the week.

And then, horrors of horrors, when we finally meet, SHE alternately whines, bugs and purposefully ignores me for a good part of three hours because - are you ready - I neither called nor turned up for aforesaid date. So I protest and stimulate HER negligible memory with the incriminating promise, expecting, at the very least, a contrite gasp or an apology, but instead, paradoxically, I become the one who was supposed to call. After which I find myself subjected to yet another barrage of you-stood-me-ups and you-played-me-outs.

I wonder why I put up with Ms Han sometimes.

Alright, let's talk about more pleasurable events. Namely, next week's pool party cum let's-act-like-hooligans time at baby's (as Zhixian so affectionately christens her) house. Of course, I'm looking forward to it as much as I am to the season finale of Desperate Housewives, albeit in a damn-I'm-gonna-get-dunked-fully-clothed way, thanks to Yuwen's unwavering insistence of instructing everyone to heave me into baby's pool on the invitations.

But the forces of fate would have it such that the date of the merrymaking is the only time throughout the entire month that we're all available. Which somewhat excludes me, because I have to go meet abovementioned absentminded person on that day. And I'm positive that will culminate in yet another mix-up which leaves me lamenting continually on this blog.

Why me?

I henceforth pay unadulterated homage to the existence of television, the teenager's equivalent of alcohol.

2005-06-02T19:45:00.000+08:00

And, as if to quell my breathless anticipation for the summer siesta, our long-awaited hiatus finally descends upon us.

Is there a more wonderful feeling in the world than being able to rest on our laurels for 4 weeks and 1 day, with none of the recurrent assignments, assessments or educational obligations to befuddle our wretched adolescent psyche?

Of course, the tyrants of our school have so predictably (and blatantly) contradicted their prior assurance of not issuing any of the above said annoyances.

But it's alright. After all, we, as rightful teenagers, aren't supposed to lead a conventional life. We exist to cater to our institution's every caprice and whim, and duly take every disappointment in our stride, because if we attempt to dissent, Darth Vader will come forth and once again, delude us with carefully crafted, honeyed words.

Conspiracies aside, I suppose I could alleviate my imminent migraines with weekly episodes of Desperate Housewives, as well as reruns of everything that the hysteria of term time has forced me to forego.

Incidentally, Desperate Housewives is the only drama serial that could reduce me to a blathering goon. In any case, it is only the most enthralling, spellbinding, entrancing, mesmeric, exhilarating, and intense show that has ever entered my plywood box in all my years of existence.

And while its apt title allows us to expect a fair deal of ruthless slander and typical neighbourhood gossip, DH somehow manages to incorporate tantalizing scenes of sex (surprise, surprise), murder, blackmail, and frauds.

Not forgetting the delectable jocks parading themselves butt-naked throughout the show (eighty percent of the time, anyway), exuding hot stud vibes and inflagrante delecto with their female counterparts. It's enough motivation for hot-blooded females and homosexual men to tune in.

And after the debut season of DH concludes, LOST, nip/tuck, and CSI still remain to captivate incurable fans.

No chance of aforementioned oppressors ruining my mid-year vacation. They really should try harder next time. Thank God for the riveting powers of television.

2005-05-22T19:10:00.000+08:00

The be damned, dastardly 205 viral infection seems to have infiltrated what little immunity my biological system can muster with me ingesting probably just mere grams of perishables weekly.

Thanks to Ying Jing, and probably a few others who recklessly put out the candles on the 205 birthday party cake with their pathogen-infested breath, I am now smothered in an unrelenting feverish haze.

Which leads to me being incapable of engaging in any remotely pleasurable outdoor activities. Of which it happens to include joining Ms Han at PSL Carnival yesterday, as she has just thoughtfully reminded me.

Joining Nat and Limin in a baking fiesta tomorrow probably won't be a viable option either.

Ahh, the banes of being under the weather.

2005-05-18T16:55:00.000+08:00

I'm feeling absolutely fatigued. Had dinner with Ms Han yesterday and got home quite late. I was so pissed and frustrated and cranky yesterday. Come to think of it, I still am now. I can't believe I lugged all Ms Han's extremely immensely heavy stuff all the way from school to meet her. Which, incidentally, already got me rather riled up. And when I got there she told me to stop snapping and scowling at her when I found that she ordered me a meal which I clearly and obviously can't finish (no smart comments here) because somebody made me have sushi and a Big Gulp with her. Then I ranted and raved about everything and everyone (and I mean everyone). Including this Friday's class party, which I am, by the by, dreading and counting down to with trepidation. No prizes for guessing why. And if Ying Jing does not wipe that silly grin off her face, I really will have to give the party a rain check before I hurl the contents of my belly projectile-style into everyone's face.

2005-05-14T23:46:00.000+08:00

In retrospect, I guess most of the supposedly deemed outlandish articles splashed in the periodicals about us aren't exactly non-instigated.

I mean, most of us do things on a regular basis which might not be what a person in any normal state of mind would even contemplate doing.

Like constructing madcap yet innovative cardboard structures sodden with carbonated drink at random fast food restaurants, with a crowd of disgruntled patrons snorting impatiently behind us while waiting for us to vacate our seats.

Perhaps even going to the extent of occupying an entire booth in a fast food restaurant twiddling our thumbs idly for hours, satirically informing a persistent attendee that we were still 'deciding'.

Or adamantly insisting to a hapless and bemused stall owner that the taco pachi she was selling was still alive and kicking and would distort our entrails considerably when ingested.

Or flitting to and from sample booths in a supermarket, fastidiously maintaining that the promoter hand us the most tantalizing looking morsel, and making her re-select a chunk when we weren't satisfied.

And to think Nat, Limin and I did all this while clad in school uniform, right in front of the public eye. I'm half tempted to write in to the Straits Times' columnists, telling them that I absolutely agree with their opinions of RGS girls.

2005-04-30T15:46:00.000+08:00

I hate myself. I really do. Come, one and all, step up and pelt rotten eggs at the severely dysfunctional arse who's currently wallowing in deep crap and looking like a clown who's just gotten out of bed. Any takers?

2005-04-26T09:43:00.000+08:00

Yesterday was the bloody worse evening of my life. I don't know why I bother with you sometimes. I seem to distinctly recall the words let's put in more effort from you. Or maybe you just get a kick out of standing me up or making me wait. Lately I seem to be doing a lot of waiting. Apologies mean nothing. If I had a dollar for everytime you apologised, I'd be richer than Bill Gates now. And don't just assume I'll call you the next day when you ask me to. 'cos now picking up the phone and dialling is the furthest thought from my mind. So just sod off and stop screwing with me.

I'm not in school now. 'Cos I'm sick. Yes both mentally and physically. Three guesses who made me?

2005-04-23T19:56:00.000+08:00

Geography summative yesterday was relatively okay I guess. English was shit. I sneer at the school's miserable attempt to instill a sense of loyalty to the monacracy that we hapless students are being stifled under. Hah. I enjoy statistical research and Kant's Deontological Theory sooo much. (Sacarsm intended).

I've had barely 15 hours of sleep this week and now I'm feeling so unproductive for sleeping the whole of yesterday away. Damn Physics summative is next week. And I have no bloody idea how to do lit. Can you say 'screwed'?

I loathe you with every ounce of my living fibre. You with your prying eyes, voyeuristic nature and perpetually interfering and insufferable you're-nothing-but-horsecrap-under-my-shoe look. You, the one who's currently reading this entry and wondering, who the hell is she talking about? You, who keeps on harping on the screwed-up year we all had to go through under your insistently dominant reign. Since I haven't given a bloody damn about you for almost 7 months now, why don't you just go terrorize some of our ill-fated successors, then?

2005-04-17T18:06:00.000+08:00

Damn dams.

2005-04-16T12:40:00.000+08:00

This week's been okay. Better than the previous weeks. Maybe 'cos it's only 3 days long. Ahh bloody shit we have so much work to do and study. And still can't extricate myself from that perpetual lethargy even though I slept 13 hours straight already.

Was so darn tired in school yesterday 'cos I stayed up till 2 to do the English Ad pamphlet thing which tweet was supposed to send me by 6. And I had to redo everything she did because she had [insertwordhere]s everywhere for me to fill in. Well actually they're rather amusing. Okay so I went through school yesterday thinking of blissful sleep and my bed. Then met Ms Han. Then went home and collapsed on my bed and slept for 5 hours till 10pm after which I woke up and ate. So right now I still have that lingering feeling of guilt in me having not done any homework or studied. Shit.

I have something to say to a certain 2 people who have screwed up my life thus far beyond repair. So if anyone reading this is of a sensitive nature I would advise you not to read further or else I shall not be held responsible for my language.

I don't know what possessed me to do what I ever did. But I sorely regret any of our recent interactions and I should have known that anything I did regarding these issues would have all been futile. So all I have to say is just to fuck off.

2005-04-12T12:42:00.000+08:00

Okay, firstly, I don't want any comments about how this blogskin just isn't me, or how it looks so depressing, or...whatever. I adopted this blogskin for the sole purpose of it reflecting my mood, and it's gonna stay, and I don't care what anyone says.

Yesterday I woke up early to go to Mrs Ng's house with Lijie and 3 other people. Her house was...damn cool. Well, maybe just the floor-to-ceiling window facing the sea. Anyway, we stayed at her house for an hour plus while everybody goo goo gaga-ed over the baby (yours truly excluded, thank you very much) and Mrs Ng showed us videos of her bathing her baby. Yeah that's about it. I must say that I fully appreciate how nice Mrs Ng is after that trip. Ahh. I hope she comes back ASAP.

After that we hitched a ride on Ying Jing's car to go to Sports Fest. Sports Fest was pointless and mundane as usual; the rain was timely and I applaud the weather's excellent timing. After Sport's Fest I hung around the stadium 'cos I didn't want to leave so early to go meet Ms Han 'cos I would have to wait for her for ages.

When I reached there I waited two hours for Ms Han. God, sometimes I marvel at how patient I can be. Yeah then we argued about what to eat 'cos she admantly refused to eat fast food with me. In the end we just ate at some cafe. Dinner with her this week was almost as bad at last week 'cos she was in a bout of depression yesterday. Don't blame her, though. I'm glad I'm not her. We talked about the "cough" teachers. Hmm. Hung around a bit after that...then she was complaining 'bout how late she was gonna be to go and watch Desperate Housewives. Ahh.

I'm tired. I'm going to indulge myself in some slumber.

2005-04-09T14:08:00.000+08:00

CLE workshop yesterday was complete hogwash. I forsee an imminent increase in the number of migranes among the RGS population if we continue to be enslaved to such hopelessly-beyond-redemption lacklustre activities.

2005-04-07T17:15:00.000+08:00

Just got back. School today sucked. I went through the day with that familiar shadow of requisite moodiness. And it doesn't help that my hunger pangs aren't any more redeeming.

I'm losing my mind over the interminable workload which has been so mercilessly heaped upon us by the tyrants of our instituition. Right now I'm just contemplating if I should leap off Block E this week or next week.

2005-04-04T23:33:00.000+08:00

School today was okay. 'Xept for PE and Philo. Ahh well that's not news. Oh yes. I passed belaying. And I did it without Mrs Anis' help. Oh and Eeee would like me to convey to the world the fact that she passed her rock-climbing and is, without mincing words, overjoyed, ecstatic, and bubbling with joy. She said she would do it herself but was apparently too busy reading the bible and thanking God. (with due respect). Well. No kidding. "cough".

Okay I shan't mention that embarrasing situation with Tweet and her seniors at Far East when we were having lunch today. Had quite a depressing day, even though it was relatively okay. Afterwards I met Ms Han for dinner. I was too tired to really talk so I guess I think I was just spacing out most of the time, 'xept when she was trying to make me share her food. Yeah. That's it. I'm simply blogging for the sake of blogging 'cos I'm free now. And I don't really wanna sleep.

I've got half a mind to give a rain check on school tomorrow with the excuse that I'm suffering from extreme fatigue.

2005-04-02T15:07:00.000+08:00

Okay, I'm finally back after a 2 month hiatus. I'm not gonna waste time blogging 'bout what happened. I'm too tired to. And I can't believed all that's happened. It's been a rough school term and I'm just bushed. Pun unintended here. I guess I'll blog more over the next term. I don't know.

I bloody well hate rock-climbing. Hate hate hate it to the very core. I shan't even mention the magnitude of my abhorrence here. Right now I'm just cursing it to the farthest reaches of hell.

I can't believe how packed I am socially. Thursday night was horrible. I can't believe I agreed to go. Anyway I think I had a drop too many (not in that sense) but I woke up with a horrible headache on Friday morning. It took me so much self-control to drag myself out of bed for school. And besides that stupid thing on Thursday night I still have so much more...issues to 'ahem' attend to. I guess all these meetings just don't justify the whole issue.

I'm meeting Ms Han soon I think. Ahh. I need my oprah.

2005-01-31T08:38:00.000+08:00

I think I shall only be doing minimal blogging from now on. I'm just too bloody tired and busy to blog. I hate school.

In Computer Studies now. I've got a hangover. Comp Studs is so slack today. Everybody's playing music and hanging loose. I can't wait to go home. I wanna sleeeeep.

I must have done something wrong in a previous life. Why am I always in fixes like this? I don't give a damn about anything. I don't wanna care.

2005-01-21T18:56:00.000+08:00

So I've survived 3 weeks at school. I can honestly say now that I hate school. I loathe it, I despise it, I totally detest it. I'm stressed. And depressed. I'm glad we have a long weekend coming up. Only drawback is that we have an avalanche of homework. This will be a very short entry. I have to get back to doing work soon.

Ling's hanging out at my house now. We 're trying to get rid of our pile of homework. Funnily enough we ended up playing Monopoly. It's boring. We're going to swim and bring our homework to do at the poolside later.

I have to go. Ling is screaming at me to teach her Set Theory. Screw.

2004-12-31T23:57:00.000+08:00

As lazy as I've been to blog, I think its only right that I put in a last entry before 2005. I hope the heading states 2004; my computer clock now says 11:58pm and I hope I manage to speed-type this entry before 2005.

Nothing much has been happening lately - Been ice-skating with Lisa 3 times, Christmas shopping, Christmas, I've basically hung out with a few people whose names I can't mention if not I'll never reach the 12am deadline.

Mum's been making me see the light of my evils and repent. It's also known as excessively eating. She's been attempting to make me go on an less-carbo-more-protein diet. Honestly. Does she think I'm made of beancurd? And I'm not exactly gonna turn into the Incredible Hulk overnight, you know, so she could actually stop with all the fish and meat.

The Countdown's been cancelled, which has left me idling the evening away. I have a headache and my eyes are itching with tiredness but so far I have admantly refused sleep 'cos I'd be sleeping the year away. Literally.

And now its 12am. Damn. On the bright side, though, this may make me the blogger to post an entry in 2005.

Perhaps I shall divulge more details about my holidays tomorrow. For now I seriously have to hit the sack.

2004-12-14T20:12:00.000+08:00

I'll 'fess up. I've just been too darn lazy to blog. Kat kinda puts me to shame the way she updates her blog everyday.

I watched National Treasure last Thursday. It wasn't too hard to sit through...I felt it was a complete rip-off from The Da Vinci Code though. Dan Brown should sue. I actually read The Da Vinci Code three more times after the first time I read it just for spite. Three guesses against who.

I've been out with quite a lot of people throughout the last few weeks...I just haven't been blogging about it. But lately my social life is totally kaput. Vivien's either still in Africa or grounded, Lisa's in bangkok, Des's in Japan and Ms Han's going overseas too. Gosh. I mean, why did it have to be everybody at once? The sardonic twist of fate.

2004-12-08T16:17:00.000+08:00

It's been one whole week since the Singapore Idol Grand Finals. I know any respectable and avid Singapore Idol fan and blogger would have made blogging 'bout the Idol Finals top on their priority list of the day after the Finals, but, too be honest, I'm just too darn lazy. If Kat hadn't bugged me to I wouldn't at all.

Being at the Idol Finals live was awesome. Almost surreal, in fact. But everything is a million times louder than what we see and hear on the telly. We each got a Singapore Idol goodie bag which had a Taufik/Sylvester placard, badges, calender and teabox. It was damn cool to see all the Idol finalists in the flesh. They all look cooler and hotter up close.

The Idol finalists performed for us during the break from 9:30 to 10, but it wasn't broadcast on TV. Wahaha. So we got to see performances the audiences at home wouldn't see.

Taufik won. It's not really much of a surprise, 'cos it was just so damn obvious that he would win, and I think he knew it too. Sylvester was a complete flop. All his performances sucked, accept maybe the one of his personal choice. I think the judges were just trying to be nice about him, but you could tell that deep inside they just all wanted Taufik to win. Douglas O was so upfront 'bout it, he even announced on national TV that he wanted Taufik to win. And Dick Lee tried to be subtle 'bout it, but you could still tell anyway.

I can't wait for Taufik's album. I know Sylvester's gonna cut an album too, but I'm not gonna buy it. I don't support rubbish singers, even if he's a local singer.

2004-11-30T15:06:00.000+08:00

Wahaha. I've got tickets to the Singapore Idol Grand Finals. Never thought I would. Don't get me wrong though. I didn't go join any psycho contest or queue from dawn to dusk outside who-knows-where. Wahaha. I got them free. And to think people pay hundreds of dollars for just one ticket. I've got plenty. Maybe I'll ask someone to come with me. ^^

Taufik must win. I can't stand Sylvester. No offence to you, Ms Han, or any other crazy fans, but he looks like one hell of a vampire. And next to Taufik, he has absolutely no talent. If Sylvester wins I'm never gonna support local music. Never. Not to mention the fact that Arina would probably kill herself.

I can't wait for tomorrow. (:

2004-11-23T21:46:00.000+08:00

The Caltex Youth Golf Tournament was yesterday. I was initially dreading it 'cos I hadn't trained faithfully, but it turned out to be fun. It was a full day tournament, though, so its really physically exhausting. The tournament lasted approximately 4 hours, but I turned up a few hours early for last-minute training. Turned out that everyone had the same mentality 'cos the place was packed when I arrived.

The only segment that I did satisfactorily well in was the driving. The rest all sucked. So I guess slacking off really doesn't pay off. I got 1 for my chipping and 0 for my pitching. That's how bad it is. ):

After the tournament we had a superb High Tea in the Eagle Room. It's in the main clubhouse and its actually a ballroom. It was damn cool. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven when I saw the buffet spread. Each school had a huge table to ourselves and they also played music while we ate. Moderation is one word I won't use while indulging that buffet spread. (;

I think the best part was the awards ceremony. RG came in 2nd in the Phase 1 division (that's the Sec Ones) and NYGH came in 2nd. And they were gleefully gloating at us. I mean, they only won by 0.01%. But we came up top in Phase 2 and the best Phase 2 golfer was Amanda, so we got two trophies and 3 bears. (: Wahaha. I guess this proves that we're both brains and brawn, huh?

Wahaha. Gabrielle sure missed out on a lot. :P

2004-11-19T13:11:00.000+08:00

I finally got back. After a sweltering 6 hour journey. Sitting in a car and sleeping wasn't as cracked out as I thought it would be. It was damn hot. I practically melted into the leather. X(

The food was awesome. I went on a mad gorging spree. Wahaha. I think Dad's still nursing his credit card. ^^
Golf was great too. The Malaysian golf courses let me on without a PC. They aren't as strict as Singapore.

I can't even begin to describe the hotel. The swimming pool was on the 22nd floor and made entirely out of glass. It was...absolutely spectacular. Wahaha. I swam till I almost drained the pool. (;

Ling, Desiree and I are gonna watch The Incredibles next Wednesday. We were supposed to watch it on Friday but for some psycho reason there aren't any movie showings on that day. Ling already watched it two times, though.

I have a sudden craving for fried mushrooms. God help me.

2004-11-12T23:21:00.000+08:00

I won't be blogging for the next few days. Until sometime next week. I have to go on a darned vacation. ):

I'm damn relieved. Apparently we're not going to Aussie Land after all. We're going on a road trip instead. Probably to Malaysia. Wahaha. At least I can just sack out in the car and eat. ^^

2004-11-11T13:25:00.000+08:00

Mum wants to go on a holiday. Trust her to want to go at a time when I'm about to become a Level 20 magician on Maple Story. I told her I was staying at home and she started giving me all that you-don't know-how-lucky-you-are-to-have-a-family-who-wants-to-bring-you-on-holiday jazz. Whatever. I'm damn irritated.

We're going to Australia, I think. On the bright side, I love the food there and the golf courses there are great. (;

2004-11-10T16:01:00.000+08:00

Shoutbox is acting up again. When I first saw it on my blog I thought some joker had meddled with my blog codes but when I went to Kat's blog I realised her tagboard was like mine. Damn. I need to get my tagboard fixed.

2004-11-09T14:45:00.000+08:00

I'm damn tired. I got home at almost 11 last night.Wahaha. I just woke up an hour ago. And its now 2:45. ^^

Had dinner with Ms Han yesterday. I can't believe some of the atrocious things her students have said. I'm absolutely furious. Blast them.

I told Ms Han 'bout golf being phased out. Now she's bugging me to join sailing. Wahaha. Looks like Desiree's in luck. She's got a teacher on her side now. Ms Han watches Happy Tree Friends. I got a shock when she told me. I never knew she was a sadist too.

We watched The Mighty. It's a really old movie. I dunno how Ms Han managed to get her hands on it. It was damn touching. I nearly cried when the boy died. Wahaha. I never cried over a movie before.

Sometimes I just love being me. ^^

2004-11-05T19:26:00.000+08:00

Wahaha. I'm now officially a full-fledged thirteen year-old. (: Finally. My birthday took ages to come. (x

Thanks to everybody who thoughtfully sent me e-cards and gave me gifts, as well as everybody who wished me, especially Dian, Tweet and Limin, who stayed up till midnight to wish me. (:

Went to PS again with Desiree, Shi Hui and Eeeee. After lunch we caught Princess Diaries 2. It was great. But the ending sucked. So if you like happy fairytale endings, don't catch it. Wahaha. I sound like a movie critic. We bought a damn lot of snacks to the movie. The popcorn combo meal and the nachos combo meal.Desiree kept on flinging popcorn at me. And Shi Hui pinched me whenever she thought something was cute. I'm never sitting in between them in a movie again. I almost puked by the time the movie ended.

Desiree insisted that we had to take NeoPrints. So we took a train to Somerset and sprinted to Cine because Desiree had to go home by 5 and it was already 4:30. We ended up looking all red and sweaty in the NeoPrints.

We're going ice-skating again on Monday. I can't wait. (;

2004-11-04T13:46:00.000+08:00

Netball Carnival was a total fiasco. Thanks to ________. But it's really not our class's fault. I'm not going to divulge the horrendous details of what happened. I'm just gonna let it be history.

I detest _______ to the core. Don't think I don't know that you're just dead set against our class. You're just simply biased. And you put on a false, kind exterior for us. Well don't even try. We know your real self. I wish I had a one-way ticket to Mars. I'd give it to you. Compliments of 105.

2004-11-02T21:52:00.000+08:00

Our class went to Snow City today. It was damn fun. Temperature was -6.6 degress. Wahaha. Silly Eeee and Arina were grumbling and complaining incessantly. And they screamed my ears off when the attendant told them that everybody had to SnowTube down that mountain. All in all, to sum it up, it was just the most exhilarating experience of my life. Or maybe I'm just deprived Wonders will never cease. Eeee actually decided to go up on the mountain again. I was skidding down and I saw her on the sides screaming, "I hope you die!" at me. Gosh. The hatred and ferocity in a mere 13 year-old girl.

Eeee, Arina, Lisa and Ling went ice-skating after Snow City. Gosh. I thought they had had enough of the cold. Anyway, to say that I totally sucked on the ice would be the understatement of the millenium. I must have fallen approximately a gazillion times. I have bruises all over me now. Wahaha. But it was fun. ^^

SnowTubing and ice-skating in one day. Not bad for a beginner. ^^

2004-10-26T23:42:00.000+08:00

I'm hooked onto Maple Story. Kat introduced it to me and now I'm addicted. I've been playing it since Friday. And today I played it for 10 hours straight. I'm gonna go blind. Wahaha. ^^

I still can't shake off my guilt. Its like bubbling beneath me all the time at its really unsettling. Sigh. If this carries on I'm not going to have the heart even to eat. But I already said I was sorry. Isn't it enough?

2004-10-25T23:09:00.000+08:00

I'm feeling downright pissed. And frustrated. And I'm feeling very guilty. The guilty part being due to personal reasons. Sigh I'm sorry Ms Han. I really am. Okay? I had an interesting night. So thanks for it. (:

2004-10-24T23:22:00.000+08:00

It's over. I can't believe it. After all the sweat, toil, tears and torment we've been put through, Judement Week is finally over. ^^. Ahhh, the sweet scent of freedom. We got back our English oral and Physics marks on Friday, after Maths. I shan't divulge my marks here. Okay, so I know that I'm saying all this two days late, but I've been so caught up with partying that I haven't had time to blog.

Went out with Arina on Friday, after cleaning of classrooms. She kept on complaining that her bag weighed a ton because she emptied the entire contents of her locker into her bag. Which is, in a manner of speaking, a lot of things. Including her baby photos. Hmmm.

We hung around PS after I gorged myself at Burger King. I feel kind of guilty stuffing myself while Arina fasts. But she didn't mind. ^^. Wahaha. I think Arina must have spent approximately a gazillion bombs while we were shopping around. She bought some leather cuff for her brother. For whatever reason. =.= Then she begged me to watch White Chicks with her. It was damn funny. But actually it just consisted of dirty and crude jokes. I'm surprised it's rated PG. It's just such a typical Arina movie.I think Arina enjoyed the movie throughly. She was giggling like mad throughout the dirty scenes. Hmmm.

I'm boycotting McDonalds. I'm officially off it. The beef they put in their quarter ponder totally stinks. There isn't another fetid stench in the world that I would use to describe it. I wouldn't feed it to a dog. So this means that it's Burger King's lucky day, because I'm switching over to Burger King entirely. Ciao, McDonalds. ;)

I'm not looking forward to Drama Nite rehearsals tomorrow, and I'm not looking forward to Drama Nite itself either. Mainly because of a certain Orange Marshmallow. It will hang around while we rehearse, and it will give cynical and sacarstic comments, and it will pass judgement over what she thinks is just a mediocre performance. It will boast to us about it's Alma Mater's performances which it thinks are great. and after our actual performance, it will tell us how badly we performed. I'm sure the whole of 105 isn't looking forward to that inevitable moment(For more details, look in the class blog). Don't believe me? I bet one week's lunch that it'll happen. Though I doubt anyone can afford it. ;)

Scram, Orange Marshmallow.

2004-10-17T21:20:00.000+08:00

English EOY's tomorrow. I'm dead scared. And there's no way to prepare. My Paper 2 really stinks. 'Specially the comprehension. I shan't reveal the marks of my last English CT, except that they were simply horrendous. Bahh. I can't wait for the EOYs to be over. Not just because we can finally shrug off that immense workload. There are side perks. Friday will be the last we'll see of _____. I think so, anyway. ^^.

2004-10-10T18:22:00.000+08:00

I'm scared. I don't want to get my lit test paper pack tomorrow. I'm positively dreading it. It's a double whammy. An Odd Week Monday and we're getting our lit test papers back. I have a dead feeling that I'm not going to do well. 'Specially since I didn't finish my concluding paragraph. I just hope I didn't fail. Apparently 3 or 4 people did. I'd be grateful if only I could scrape a borderline pass. <(

EOYs in one week. I'm getting jittery. I haven't revised for any subjects except Chinese. And according to Desiree, I've been eating less, which is a sure sign of stress. And I guess when I'm eating less, it's got to be something to worry about. ;).

Physics CT on Tuesday. I haven't started mugging. I'm dead scared. I'm going swimming now. Stress-reliever.

Damn. I have to start mugging.

2004-10-09T22:28:00.001+08:00

Wahahaha. I love my new blogskin. 'Specially 'cos it will amuse everybody in 105, especially Pei Ting. Hmm...I'm going to get everybody to go look at it. I wish there could have been a fire beneath the marshmallows though. Now I'm going to go and bug Eeeee to tag. Hmmm....I love my new skin.

2004-10-09T22:28:00.000+08:00

2004-10-06T11:18:00.000+08:00

Its Comp Studs again. Everybody's late. Well actually only Sijia's netball team. They stayed to play against the Sec 2s. Haha. They lost 5-0. >.<>Damn. Mdm Vasha wants us to switch off our monitors. X(. Hmmm...I don't really wanna start on the e-portfolio. I'm bored. I'm going to change my blogskin. Sorry, Kat.

2004-09-28T13:56:00.000+08:00

Des is the most sadistic and morbid person on earth. She laughs out loud when she watches Happy Tree Friends. And n the grossest of episodes. The one when the eyeball falls out of its socket and is squeezed and drunk. Gross. She just watched it with me during Com Studs. Now Arina is watching it beside me and is giggling like hell. The sadists we have in this school. Sigh.

I haven't blogged in Com Studs for ages coz' of Mdm Vasha. She scolds us everytime we "do Internet". Haha. <(. So I don't dare to blog with her around coz' I'm sitting right in front. She insists that she has psychic powers just because she can look at the reflection on the glass and see what we are doing. Please.

HiiIII SHAMIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. IT'S MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. HAHAHAHA. PLEASE LAUGH WHEN YOO WATCH HAPPY TREE FRIENDS. :)

Haha. and that was Eeeeeeeeee. :) She just came up behind me when I was blogging.

I'm dreading doing PHP today. Its so dry just staring at the screen and copying page after page of html. The only fun part is when we choose backgrounds for our chatbox. X(. I'm actually not blogging during the lesson. It's now 1:10pm and Mdm Vasha isn't here. She's 20 mins late. That's why I'm blogging. Oops. Speak of the devil. ;)

2004-09-26T20:03:00.000+08:00

I have an intense, throbbing headache. I'm really irritated. I desperately need some sleep. And I'm not looking forward to tomorrow. An Odd Week Monday. Mainly because of _______. Bahh. I detest Odd Week Mondays to the absolute CORE. X(

2004-09-24T16:36:00.000+08:00

Yawn. I'm very tired. Eeeee made me go to school early today as she wanted my company in embarking on a certain mission. ;) A certain mission which has got to do with a certain marshmallow. An orange marshmallow. Haha. I'm speaking in code. Though everybody in 105 who reads this must be able to decipher it. Or else, like eeeee says, you're slow.

There's tons of homework this weekend. So typical. And tomorrow, which, incidentally, in case you teachers don't know, is a Saturday. And we've got to go to school at the crack of dawn tomorrow coz' Ms Wong's holding extra Geography lessons. Sigh. But don't get me wrong, I'm glad that she's giving extra lessons coz' I really need it. It's just that I hate to get up so early. :(
I'm going for the Geography lesson with Eeee tomorrow, then we have to practise our Dance routine. Got a Dance assessment on Monday. :( And Eeee keeps on complaining that we will flunk it and puts on that stupid worried face. And she says that I keep on tickling a shoulder. Sigh. Then we're gonna meet up with Ling and Jellyfish to go out for lunch coz' it's Eeeee's birthday. According to her, she will treat me to only $5 worth of food. Sigh. She knows how well I gorge. Oh well.

The EOYs are coming up, just as Ms Han was so kind to remind me. I don't think I will start mugging any time soon. What with all these stupid small tests springing up everywhere, how're supposed to have time to prepare? Doesn't the RGS faculty get it? What's the point of stopping all CCAs if they give us all these small tests which we have to prepare for? There still isn't enough time to prepare for the EOYs. But, oh well, it's their desicion. Just when we think we're free, they spoil everything. Sigh.

I'm so not looking forward to school on Monday. Going to school means once again putting myself under the tyranny of a marshmallow, as well as dancing my feet off during Dance and the Dance assessment. And I still have to put up with Eeee's comments on me tickling her shoulder or not dancing properly or that we suck. :( Monday, please don't come.

"Roasting a certain orange marshmallow and eating it is my lifelong resolution. I will not give up."

That's the quote of the week. :)

2004-09-22T17:44:00.000+08:00

I think I did okay on today's Chinese test. :) But then again, I think everybody's going to ace it coz' we all memorized the entire thing. I'm feeling really drained and exhausted. I don't know why. X~. I just finished my swim and now I'm attempting to write the script for tomorrow's Speech and Drama assessment. Naturally, I'm acting as a hungry student in class. ;)

I have some apologies to dish out. First of all, I need to apologise to eeee. I'm sorry eeee for not speaking to you for almost the entire day today coz' I was feeling really frustrated that you just NEVER listen to what I say. Anyway, I'm sorry. Don't feel pissed. And chill. I'm sure your mum will remember your birthday when the time comes. ;)

Secondly, I'm really sorry Kat for not linking you even though I promised. When I change this blogskin nto yours I will. :P I promise.

Thirdly, I have to apologize to Ms Ong for not keeping the team equipment today. I was kind of carried away by my hunger so I just ran like a wild dog to the cafeteria. I'm sorry. I know that being hungry isn't a plausible excuse. So I was in the wrong. :X

2004-09-21T20:18:00.000+08:00

Yay. I finished mugging for Chinese tomorrow. I did it faster than I expected. Now I wanna blog about more important stuff which happened last Friday.

Ling's seat got changed. It was really heart-rendering coz' she and Jellyfish had been together since, like, eternity. And she was pleading and appealing for her to remain there. Eeeee and I were begging internally too. But, well, I guess our luck was down. X( Ling's now sitting across me rather than behind me. I don't really have the time to go into specific details as to how much I'll miss Ling, but rest assured Ling, I miss you loads. ;)

Sigh. No more of Ling walking past me in the morning and patting me and messing up my hair and calling me boomoo. No more of her making fun of questions we get when we do group work. No more of Ling and Jellyfish calling us "eemoo" together. No more of hearing you two fight incessantly. No more of discussing our lit projects late into the night. No more of slandering the big creepy monster who springs into our beds every night. ;) No more of hearing you complain to us that Jellyfish owes you a gazillion dollars and has peeked at your test scores or refuses to teach you maths. No more of you telling me that I'm a "gorging garfield". And no more of you saying that golf is just a game where you shake your butt. sigh.

I'm gonna miss you Ling.

2004-09-16T18:44:00.000+08:00

" A teacher is not a labour driver; she is a friend and helper who truly cares."

That's my quote of the day. Or actually, the week. Just to erase any confusion, its only one teacher. And she does not teach 105. Eeee knows. Haha. Anyway, I only mugged a bit of history today. There wasn't golf, unfortunately. Sigh. This is going to be a really short entry coz' I really need to get back to studying. X(

2004-09-15T16:41:00.000+08:00

I just realised the sheer amount of tests we have coming up. Guess the stress is on everybody in term 4. We've got a little more than a gazillion Chinese tests coming up, not to mention history and orals. Sigh. Life is not an exam, its a daily pop quiz. Its a quote from some unknown guy. Trying to mug for history now and I'm straining my brain to remember everything he said in class today. We got back all our Chinese tests from last term today, and I did surprisingly better than I expected. I beat Ling and Jellyfish. Muahaha. I'm not being mean. I'm just incredulous.

I don't know what to get for eeee for her birthday. She wants billabong surf shorts and a pink billabong wallet, but I'm completely broke. Just been on a gorging spree. Oh well. She says she'll get me a gazillion presents when my birthday comes. But maybe if that's only if I get her that pink billabong wallet. Sigh. <(. I need to get back to mugging.

2004-09-13T17:00:00.000+08:00

Yay. I changed my blogskin. Finally. Special thanks going out to Kat, who taught me how to change the pic. Sigh...now i shall blog about what happened during the holidays. Went out with eeeeeeeee on monday for lunch. She was begging me to let her go to Far East Plaza to look for pink rubberbands. sigh. Then we went to lido for lunch, where, according to eeeeeeee, (see her blog) I "gorged and gorged" on mcwings and a quarter pounder with cheese meal. Then we saw this guy who was trying to persuade another guy to lend him his IC so he could watch and R(A) movie. Really. Then eeeeeeeee was lamenting about how dangerous it was. Anyway, after lunch we just walked around and eeeeeeeee tried on billabong surf shorts which she said were really nice and tried to convince me to buy her a pink billabong wallet for her birthday. We'll see, eeeee. Went to heeren after that 'cos she wanted to try on surf shorts at 37 deg. Then we went home.

And that was about the only thing I did during the holidays which was remotely interesting. sigh.

2004-08-31T19:38:00.000+08:00

sigh...it was Teachers Day today. Did Aces Day really unwillingly today and by the end of the routine I was feeling reaaly bugged up and frustrated because of a certain someone. Then I thought we would be going back to class first to put on our culottes or smth coz I was really really thirsty. But we went straight to the amphi. bahh. Amazingly, though it was teachers day, the students barely acted...most of the show was put up by the teachers. I think i recognised most of the teachers...i never knew mrs chia was in charge of teachers' day celebrations. And I never knew some of the teachers could dance. I think the teachers' attempts at trying to, perhaps, "keep up with the youngsters" has probably worked...using Singapore Idol as the main attraction of the peiiirformance definitely scored a big hit with us i think. haha...I still cant get that image of ms han clad in a wedding dress and singing out of my mind. but actually i think she wasnt supposed to be acting out that role...she told me last night that she was either gonna be tinkerbell or zorro and that she couldnt make up her mind. she was supposed to use that sword thing of hers...dunno why she didnt...but she seemed really intruiged with it...kept brandishing it at me. Ah well, either way i dun mind wad she acted as...would probably be equally as good. (:

After everything was over I hung around for awhile, then went home, had an enormous lunch, did some work, and went for a swim. bahh. so mad at eeeeee. she called me when I was in the middle of my 12th lap and I had to climb out of the pool to answer her mid-lap. Then when I did my laps and was showering, she called me again. sigh. x(. then after that i went back to school to meet eeeeee and sus. its kinda cool to know that you're the only people in the school. but honestly, the school was completely deserted...only the three of us. bahh.

2004-08-24T12:58:00.000+08:00

bah. double bah. triple bah. sheeeeesh. talk about all the lame, calculative, vengeful creeps in this world. if i said my life was full of them(actually only a few), that would be an understatement. Im seriously pissed. Talk about adding insult to injury. I've been really pissed with myself and the rest of the world recently. Today I woke up with a fever, but went to school anyway Nowadays i only swim 20 laps, when usually I swim 25. Bah. And I simply cant get bloody factorisation right. I asked miss ha a GAZILLION times but she told me to meet her after school. Sheesh. And when eeeee teaches me she speaks as though shes teaching a kindergarden kid, like she's telling me that 1+1=2. bahh eeee, if you're reading this. sighhhh. Why issit that life is so unfair and you never get what you yearn for more than anything else in the world??Thats a definite understatement. bahh...cant really write it in this blog in case someone not meant to see it sees it. bahh. I'll tell eeeeeee, maybe, if she doesnt sing. ;) sighh. its comp studies now. mdm vasha is rattling on and on about some php trash. bahh. sigh. i want this to be OVER. RS later...sigh.

2004-08-18T20:21:00.000+08:00

BAH. I'm, like, so pissed. Even more pissed than I was in my last entry. The source of this new discomfort of mine? kelly chan of 309. That girl has seriously no sense of judgment though very judgemental, bad taste, has a lot of self pride, insensitive, and any other bad word you can think of. She just makes me feel so...irritated...the way she puts it its as though whatever she says is right and no one can oppose her. I simply have to resist the urge to scream EXPLETIVES in this entry. Hell, I havent even seen this girl before, how she looks like, I havent even spoken to her. BAHH. For more details, visit her blog, way back in the March entries. HMPF

2004-08-18T11:45:00.000+08:00

bahh...I haven't blogged in ages. and when i say ages, i mean AGES. Its been almost a month. blahh. Its comp studs now...im feeling so pissed. Just had PE and I'm so bloody irritated by certain people. Actually, 2 people. Ive been perpetually irritated by one of them, so it doesnt really count. It was actually kinda spurred on today by what eeeeeee said this morning when we were looking at our class photos. Im just so bloody pissed. I've been feeling like that since monday coz i slept at 3 plus on sunday doing combined humans proj. When I came to school tweet and hasna were laughing and talking and hasna took one look at me and said,"Shirlynn just spoint my mood." haha. then eeeee asked me wad was wrong. bahh. IM TIRED. thats wads wrong. Then after lclass ms han said I looked very grumpy. well, i mean, how bright and cheerful can I look when I'm tired? Then I slept at 1 on mon night and came to school on tuesday looking like a giraffe with a sore throat. Im not gonna bore anyone with wad happened today. So thats a day in the life of shirlynn sham.

2004-07-27T13:55:00.000+08:00

It's comp studies now but T-E-O isn't here yet. Whole class's just slacking now...oh hang on, he's here. sigh. We're gonna be stuck here till the 3 cos my group's gonna stay here for RS. This sucks. Doing my dreamweaver now...I just had a weird thought today. Seems like I haven't done most of the things I usually do for a loong time. Lets see...I haven't emailed in ages, I havent gone for a movie with friends in ages, I havent done chipping in golf in ages, I havent eaten smarties in ages. Oh yeah, and I havent spoken to ms han in ages. double sigh. how much worse can my life get? Having one of those talks with ms han always lightens me up. oh sigh...doesn't help that someone whom I detest so strongly keeps on popping up all the time (see previous entry). Told ms han as well as half the world how much I hate her. Triple sigh...

2004-07-25T13:35:00.000+08:00

havent blogged in ages. but how am i supposed to express this overwhelming hatred welling up in me everytime my mind wanders over to THAT person in mere words? And how's it possible to hate someone whom you've only known for slightly more than half a year so much? Frankly speaking, I don't think I've ever hated anyone so much in my life. Hell. Only two people hate THAT person as much as I do. In other words, only two people can see THAT person for who she is. Hell. And that's the summary of how I've felt for the past 2 weeks. So you can just imagine the force of this hatred.

2004-07-14T16:49:00.000+08:00

been home for a couple of hours. nobody's online, though. Everybody's slogging away at MOELC. MUAHAHAHAHA!!! And I'm at home slacking.I loooveee gloating at that vivien teo eeeeeeee nah when she has to go to MOELC and I don't. :p and all she can say is "shaddup". stupidity. i juz had an "interllectual" debate with her and tweety bird aka sitti maryam whatever-the-rest-of-her-name-is last night. they were both boasting about how interllectually superior they were to me. :X yeah right. it went on till nearly midnight until I decided not to indulge in such immature and infantile discussions any longer. haha. before I left I told tweety not to wet her feathers. haha. am I sacarstic of am I sacarstic? and to think this whole thing started with dian's poems. just because I quoted a line of her poems she wrote during aravani's class... sigh. :X doing maths ws 6 now - desiree's right - its superhard. talked to her online just now, but she went offline suddenly. oh hell. I should be getting on with that infernal worksheet...

2004-07-10T21:56:00.000+08:00

Morpheus

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2004-07-10T21:34:00.000+08:00

stuck home alone on a saturday night. what could be worse? Things that happened hours ago are too saddening and maddening to talk about. life sucks. this world sucks.

What's another night all alone?
When your spending everyday on your own
I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare
I'm just a kid, I know that its not fair
Nobody cares, cause I'm alone and the world is
Having more fun than me
Tonight...
And maybe when the night is dead, I'll crawl into my bed
Staring at these 4 walls again
I'll try to think about the last time, I had a good time
Everyone's got somewhere to go
And they're gonna leave me here on my own
I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare
I'm just a kid, I know that its not fair
Nobody cares, cause I'm alone and the world is
Having more fun than me
I'm all alone tonight
Nobody cares tonight
Cause I'm just a kid tonight

2004-07-08T21:45:00.000+08:00

arrgh. My blog date header thing isnt working, juz ignore it.

2004-07-08T21:43:00.000+08:00

Heart of Gold

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2004-07-08T21:23:00.000+08:00

sigh. Something's seriously wrong with me today. I stumbled round school blurrily all day in the rain and sat in class like a frozen ice block. I've been shivering all day. And my golf game today was all wonky!x( sigh. I used to be able to at least get the ball on the green, but now I can barely pass the 50 m mark. sigh. And now I feel all feverish...maybe coz of PE in the rain today and I had to go pick golf balls in the rain. AND there's a science quiz tomorrow. Can things get any worse? Probably the only good thing's that we're gonna get a new Eng and Lit and possibly CLE teacher tomorrow. :)

2004-07-07T17:24:00.000+08:00

just returned from NE fieldtrip. The only two words I can use to describe it are " sweltering hot". The bus ride there was hot, the farms were hot, the walks were hot, and the greenhouses were the sun itself. Seriously, I don't exactly see the point of this entire trip. lol. The only thing I gained was a head of lettuce with not enough thousand island dressing and a whole lot of useless pictures. Not to mention the fact that our trip had to be "blessed" with HER presence. sigh...

2004-07-06T17:45:00.000+08:00

uurgh! starving. bored. tired. And theres nothing to do...

2004-07-06T17:36:00.000+08:00

Yet another new blog. Sigh. But this was only spurred on by a tip from a certain someone in a certain class that a certain teacher had gone on a blog reading spree of all her students. Anyway I thought my old blog sucked. lol