Monday, 16 November 2009
Hey peeps. Ever heard of gay animals? As in gay gay, not 'gay and merry' gay.
Basically my mum and aunt have almost confirmed that one of my guinea pigs is gay. I have 2 guinea pigs, both males, Hippy and Happy. So when they were younger, Happy will always climb on Hippy in the mating position. Now they are about 4 years old and the average life-span of a guinea pig is 6-8 years. Both Happy still sniffs Hippy's butt. Hippy, being the 'straight' one, gets annoyed and walks away. But Happy will insist on sniffing his butt and follow him around, leading to an irritated and annoyed Hippy
So there, Happy is gay
Got into option B4 for streaming. Which means triple Sciences, Pure Geography, Elective History, Social Studies, Add math, E. Math, English, Higher Chinese
Basically my mum and aunt have almost confirmed that one of my guinea pigs is gay. I have 2 guinea pigs, both males, Hippy and Happy. So when they were younger, Happy will always climb on Hippy in the mating position. Now they are about 4 years old and the average life-span of a guinea pig is 6-8 years. Both Happy still sniffs Hippy's butt. Hippy, being the 'straight' one, gets annoyed and walks away. But Happy will insist on sniffing his butt and follow him around, leading to an irritated and annoyed Hippy
So there, Happy is gay
Got into option B4 for streaming. Which means triple Sciences, Pure Geography, Elective History, Social Studies, Add math, E. Math, English, Higher Chinese
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Sunday, 15 November 2009
Guess what? Told you guys I'm going overseas right...Turns out Jing Yi is in the same tour group as me. Hahas
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Thursday, 12 November 2009
I'm writing a new story. It's...like...many chapters kind of story. Don't know if I'll have a motivation to write the whole thing but wish me luck.
Genre: Tragedy, romance, angst
Chapter 1: Love at three
I love her. I loved her so much but because of that love, I hurt her. Therefore, I left.
Our story began when I was eight. I had just moved into the neighbourhood after being abroad for four years. Coming back from the U.S., I was unfamiliar with the lifestyle back home because I left when I was four. Mum still preferred living on a landed property instead of the many flats that towered over our heads, so we ended up buying a medium-sized bungalow.
Because of the large fences that surrounded the building, I rarely came into contact with the neighbours. To make me more comfortable with my surroundings since I wasn’t getting on as well as I hoped with my new classmates (I was still not proficient in Chinese, a language many spoke), I got a dog; a small Corgi that had a fur of autumn-brown. While wandering around with it on a leash, I met her – Eva.
Eva was the only child of a family of a doctor and a lawyer. Her father was a psychiatrist, her mother a lawyer who was winning cases like a walk in a park. She lived in the house next to mine. But as I said; with all the high fences and larger-than-normal lawns, I didn’t come into contact with anyone often. She was standing at the lamp-post, just standing there, staring at what seemed like nothing. As I walked closer, Eva turned to look at me.
Both of us stayed silent, neither knowing what to say. As I said, I did not get along with my classmates as well as I hoped, and have not met many people. I was not anti-social, this I must stress, but not a friendly, ‘hi what’s your name’ type of person either. Eva was clearly not the super-friendly, ‘I want to be your friend even though we only met ten seconds ago’ kind of girl. Therefore, an awkward silence stilled the area.
Most of the time I would just walk past people without even bothering to turn back. But I found myself…captivated by this girl who looked my age. Finally, she smiled. It was an awkward smile, not welcoming or warm, but more of a ‘hi, I don’t really know what to do so I’m just smiling’ kind of smile. I smiled back, but only out of courtesy. Eva then turned her back on me. I was prepared to see her leave, but instead, she took a few steps and looked back at me, beckoning me to follow.
I clutched onto Tammy’s leash and slowly caught up to her. I thought that I simply had to break this silence that suffocated the both of us, so I spoke ‘Hi, I’m Eric.’ Eva did not stop, did not bother to even glance at me. I was under the impression that she had not heard me and was about to repeat myself when she finally looked at me and smiled, ‘Hi, I’m Eva. Sorry…I don’t really know how to talk to people.’
I would like to say that our first meeting went smoothly but I’m a horrid liar. Each time I lied, I would end up sweating profusely and having my face flushed to a deeper shade of red than cranberries. Our first meeting began in silence and ended in silence. There were no more than 20 words exchanged between us while she showed me around the area. Yet after that 20 words were exchanged, the atmosphere changed from an ‘awkward, heavy and depressing’ silence to that of a ‘rather comfortable, not really comfortable but bearable’ silence.
That was the beginning of a love that would literally torture us both.
Genre: Tragedy, romance, angst
Chapter 1: Love at three
I love her. I loved her so much but because of that love, I hurt her. Therefore, I left.
Our story began when I was eight. I had just moved into the neighbourhood after being abroad for four years. Coming back from the U.S., I was unfamiliar with the lifestyle back home because I left when I was four. Mum still preferred living on a landed property instead of the many flats that towered over our heads, so we ended up buying a medium-sized bungalow.
Because of the large fences that surrounded the building, I rarely came into contact with the neighbours. To make me more comfortable with my surroundings since I wasn’t getting on as well as I hoped with my new classmates (I was still not proficient in Chinese, a language many spoke), I got a dog; a small Corgi that had a fur of autumn-brown. While wandering around with it on a leash, I met her – Eva.
Eva was the only child of a family of a doctor and a lawyer. Her father was a psychiatrist, her mother a lawyer who was winning cases like a walk in a park. She lived in the house next to mine. But as I said; with all the high fences and larger-than-normal lawns, I didn’t come into contact with anyone often. She was standing at the lamp-post, just standing there, staring at what seemed like nothing. As I walked closer, Eva turned to look at me.
Both of us stayed silent, neither knowing what to say. As I said, I did not get along with my classmates as well as I hoped, and have not met many people. I was not anti-social, this I must stress, but not a friendly, ‘hi what’s your name’ type of person either. Eva was clearly not the super-friendly, ‘I want to be your friend even though we only met ten seconds ago’ kind of girl. Therefore, an awkward silence stilled the area.
Most of the time I would just walk past people without even bothering to turn back. But I found myself…captivated by this girl who looked my age. Finally, she smiled. It was an awkward smile, not welcoming or warm, but more of a ‘hi, I don’t really know what to do so I’m just smiling’ kind of smile. I smiled back, but only out of courtesy. Eva then turned her back on me. I was prepared to see her leave, but instead, she took a few steps and looked back at me, beckoning me to follow.
I clutched onto Tammy’s leash and slowly caught up to her. I thought that I simply had to break this silence that suffocated the both of us, so I spoke ‘Hi, I’m Eric.’ Eva did not stop, did not bother to even glance at me. I was under the impression that she had not heard me and was about to repeat myself when she finally looked at me and smiled, ‘Hi, I’m Eva. Sorry…I don’t really know how to talk to people.’
I would like to say that our first meeting went smoothly but I’m a horrid liar. Each time I lied, I would end up sweating profusely and having my face flushed to a deeper shade of red than cranberries. Our first meeting began in silence and ended in silence. There were no more than 20 words exchanged between us while she showed me around the area. Yet after that 20 words were exchanged, the atmosphere changed from an ‘awkward, heavy and depressing’ silence to that of a ‘rather comfortable, not really comfortable but bearable’ silence.
That was the beginning of a love that would literally torture us both.
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Saturday, 7 November 2009
Second post in less than 30 mins. Reason: Making up for my slackiness
This post will be about complete rubbish so if ya wanna read, read on.
FIRST: Who is Ky. I'm sorry I can't remember. Do I know you? As in, do I know you ever had this Ky codename or something. I'm very sorry. I CAN'T REMEMBER. I'm losing my memory. Hahas
SECOND: I went to become a volunteer for 2 days at Singapore Cancer Society. People who wanna do CIP should go there. You get 1 hour lunch break and they still count that hour, you get freebies like sweets, cakes, sushi, MacDonald vouchers (I got free apple pie and the vanilla ice-cream) and the people are SUPER nice
THIRD: Laughed at Wilson Wong for having to write 200 times of 'I will not tuck out my shirt again'. 200 times. WTH
FOURTH: Wanted to get my 5th and 6th piercing but decided not to
FIFTH: Went to night safari day after EOYs. Not that fun leh. As in, it was pretty scary last year but this years halloween had too many peeps. Too many lights. Could see everything. I just pretended to scream
SIXTH: Guess my dad's new job! VICE PRINCIPAL. Believe it or not. HAHAS.
SEVENTH: Dissed my brother. Still dissing him. HMPH
EIGHTH: I've been stoning everyday. Nothing to do. Read some books but I don't feel like it. GET IT. I DON'T WANT. BLEH.
NINTH: Went to Vivo with ah gong. But instead of walking around in VIVO, we walked OUTSIDE vivo. In the sun. My gramp's really unique and cute
TENTH: Teased my mum for various things. Did I tell you I spent $23++ on cookies? Sorry, a total of $33++on cookies. COOKIES PEOPLE
Overall, a rather laughable life. HAHAS. Laugh with me
Come to the conclusion I've been emo for the last few posts. I'm not emo lahs. Just venting frustrations. Now I'm so happy-go-lucky and I can't care less about what's going on, I'm VERY happy. At most I don't like you I ignore you lors. Read Wilson's blog. Since when did he become so devoted in God. Not that it's bad lah. It's actually okay. Just that never expect. HAHAS
So this year not going Malaysia. I don't mind lah. Go there every year not much difference lorz. My room is officially MESSY. Okay, actually not lahs. Just that I stuff bits of worksheets in hidden places where no one can actually see.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAS
This post will be about complete rubbish so if ya wanna read, read on.
FIRST: Who is Ky. I'm sorry I can't remember. Do I know you? As in, do I know you ever had this Ky codename or something. I'm very sorry. I CAN'T REMEMBER. I'm losing my memory. Hahas
SECOND: I went to become a volunteer for 2 days at Singapore Cancer Society. People who wanna do CIP should go there. You get 1 hour lunch break and they still count that hour, you get freebies like sweets, cakes, sushi, MacDonald vouchers (I got free apple pie and the vanilla ice-cream) and the people are SUPER nice
THIRD: Laughed at Wilson Wong for having to write 200 times of 'I will not tuck out my shirt again'. 200 times. WTH
FOURTH: Wanted to get my 5th and 6th piercing but decided not to
FIFTH: Went to night safari day after EOYs. Not that fun leh. As in, it was pretty scary last year but this years halloween had too many peeps. Too many lights. Could see everything. I just pretended to scream
SIXTH: Guess my dad's new job! VICE PRINCIPAL. Believe it or not. HAHAS.
SEVENTH: Dissed my brother. Still dissing him. HMPH
EIGHTH: I've been stoning everyday. Nothing to do. Read some books but I don't feel like it. GET IT. I DON'T WANT. BLEH.
NINTH: Went to Vivo with ah gong. But instead of walking around in VIVO, we walked OUTSIDE vivo. In the sun. My gramp's really unique and cute
TENTH: Teased my mum for various things. Did I tell you I spent $23++ on cookies? Sorry, a total of $33++on cookies. COOKIES PEOPLE
Overall, a rather laughable life. HAHAS. Laugh with me
Come to the conclusion I've been emo for the last few posts. I'm not emo lahs. Just venting frustrations. Now I'm so happy-go-lucky and I can't care less about what's going on, I'm VERY happy. At most I don't like you I ignore you lors. Read Wilson's blog. Since when did he become so devoted in God. Not that it's bad lah. It's actually okay. Just that never expect. HAHAS
So this year not going Malaysia. I don't mind lah. Go there every year not much difference lorz. My room is officially MESSY. Okay, actually not lahs. Just that I stuff bits of worksheets in hidden places where no one can actually see.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAS
cleansing to the soul12:41
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Hey people! Been AGES since I updated
Life's fine and thus I deleted some posts I felt were a little prejudiced towards my dad. Anyway, will be away from 11 to 25 of december. We're going to:
Germany
Czech Republic
Poland
Slovakia
Hungary
Austria
Switzerland
Dubai
Been offered triple Science but not confirmed that I'll definitely get in to Triple Science class. Wells, wish me luck. Anyway, my results for the entire year are as follows:
English: 76(A1)
HCL: 69 (B3)
Math: 80 (A1)
Science: 80 (A1)
Geog: 74 (A2)
History: 80 (A1)
Lit: 66 (B3)
Art: 62 (B4)
Home Econs: 81 (A1)
Life's fine and thus I deleted some posts I felt were a little prejudiced towards my dad. Anyway, will be away from 11 to 25 of december. We're going to:
Germany
Czech Republic
Poland
Slovakia
Hungary
Austria
Switzerland
Dubai
Been offered triple Science but not confirmed that I'll definitely get in to Triple Science class. Wells, wish me luck. Anyway, my results for the entire year are as follows:
English: 76(A1)
HCL: 69 (B3)
Math: 80 (A1)
Science: 80 (A1)
Geog: 74 (A2)
History: 80 (A1)
Lit: 66 (B3)
Art: 62 (B4)
Home Econs: 81 (A1)
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Saturday, 27 June 2009
Michael Jackson is DEAD. I woke up yesterday morning, 8.30 a.m. and switched on my computer, logged onto the internet and saw this on Yahoo! news. I was like, is it some new MTV they were playing and they shot him in that video and he 'died' in that video or something? But no, he had cardiac arrest. Thus, I went to tell my mum and brother and they were "HAR?!" And I'm 'serious!'
So, he's dead. Debuted at 8 years old, got into trouble for weird acts like wearing pajamas out or something, danggling his 9 month old child Prince II out of the balcony or window, child molestation etc etc. Whether you like him or not, you can't deny the fact that his dances are 0.o and his moon-walk is stunning. I really, really loved his dance and looked up to him for it. Although I don't like him as a person person because he does weird and questionable things but his dance and high-pitched voice cum hiccups were actually pretty entertaining.
So RIP, King-of-Pop. I saw your handprint in Hollywood when I went there in P5 and I took a picture with it ^.^
So, he's dead. Debuted at 8 years old, got into trouble for weird acts like wearing pajamas out or something, danggling his 9 month old child Prince II out of the balcony or window, child molestation etc etc. Whether you like him or not, you can't deny the fact that his dances are 0.o and his moon-walk is stunning. I really, really loved his dance and looked up to him for it. Although I don't like him as a person person because he does weird and questionable things but his dance and high-pitched voice cum hiccups were actually pretty entertaining.
So RIP, King-of-Pop. I saw your handprint in Hollywood when I went there in P5 and I took a picture with it ^.^
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Wednesday, 22 April 2009
Guilt got the better of me thus I deleted the last one. The end
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Friday, 10 April 2009
Genre: Tragedy, Family
Written by: Me
"Miss Honey, I'd like to speak with Michael Heaney,please." Silence rang through the entire classroom. The sounds of scribbling pens stopped and Miss Honey looked away from the blackboard before nodding slowly. I stepped over a pile of books and as soon as I reached the door, Mr Seamus, the principal, held my hand and whispered, "Something bad happened at your home. Please pack your things and follow me." I felt numb and nodded stiffly before walking back to my seat. As we walked out of the classroom together, Mr Seamus was all tensed up as he muttered "Michael...I'm sorry..."
I'll update the next paragraph soon ^^
Written by: Me
"Miss Honey, I'd like to speak with Michael Heaney,please." Silence rang through the entire classroom. The sounds of scribbling pens stopped and Miss Honey looked away from the blackboard before nodding slowly. I stepped over a pile of books and as soon as I reached the door, Mr Seamus, the principal, held my hand and whispered, "Something bad happened at your home. Please pack your things and follow me." I felt numb and nodded stiffly before walking back to my seat. As we walked out of the classroom together, Mr Seamus was all tensed up as he muttered "Michael...I'm sorry..."
I'll update the next paragraph soon ^^
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Monday, 23 March 2009
T.T Somehow I feel bitter sweet.
It would be nice to live a life with no mistakes at all, but that's impossible. Everyone makes mistakes, big ones and little ones. Yet after the mistake is committed and after one apologises, and when the other smiles and say "It's okay", don't you feel like crying...GAWD! SO SADDDDDD!
And when your best buddies for like...6 years betray you and ignore you, I know how sad it feels but don't feel bad okay? Because someday, it'll be over. And you'll be able to stand up and say "See, I did not grieve for my entire life. Although I may be slower than others, at least I matured faster than you." Trust me, take it from someone who was suicidal before -.-ll
And now I think about graduation. Graduating from somewhere, anywhere, such as primary school, where I made so many friends, made so many mistakes, cried like a kid, quarrelled childishly, learnt so many things, and made some happy and sad memories, I can't help but think 'Ah! I was really a kid then. Haha.' Yet now, at 14, in SNGS, I can't help but say "I still miss my primary school. I'm not as happy as I thought I'd be. Yet, let me not make this another regretful and hurtful memory." When you have wronged someone, when you've heard or done disgraceful things and try to block them out for so long, sometimes they fade away, but sometimes the burden gets heavier. And most of the time, you feel a pang of sorrow. Yet, you want to cry, but you want to laugh, you want to apologise, but you want to keep this a secret forever.
At Primary 6 graduation, I wanted to shout 'I'll miss all of you!' yet I didn't. At primary school, when someone was hurt, I'd say "Get up. You're such a baby." Now I look back, I don't think I was wrong. I do not believe in consoling people when they can stand up on their own. Yet, I think that if I could be the one who cried once in a while, I may not feel such...sorrow, I guess.
It would be nice to live a life with no mistakes at all, but that's impossible. Everyone makes mistakes, big ones and little ones. Yet after the mistake is committed and after one apologises, and when the other smiles and say "It's okay", don't you feel like crying...GAWD! SO SADDDDDD!
And when your best buddies for like...6 years betray you and ignore you, I know how sad it feels but don't feel bad okay? Because someday, it'll be over. And you'll be able to stand up and say "See, I did not grieve for my entire life. Although I may be slower than others, at least I matured faster than you." Trust me, take it from someone who was suicidal before -.-ll
And now I think about graduation. Graduating from somewhere, anywhere, such as primary school, where I made so many friends, made so many mistakes, cried like a kid, quarrelled childishly, learnt so many things, and made some happy and sad memories, I can't help but think 'Ah! I was really a kid then. Haha.' Yet now, at 14, in SNGS, I can't help but say "I still miss my primary school. I'm not as happy as I thought I'd be. Yet, let me not make this another regretful and hurtful memory." When you have wronged someone, when you've heard or done disgraceful things and try to block them out for so long, sometimes they fade away, but sometimes the burden gets heavier. And most of the time, you feel a pang of sorrow. Yet, you want to cry, but you want to laugh, you want to apologise, but you want to keep this a secret forever.
At Primary 6 graduation, I wanted to shout 'I'll miss all of you!' yet I didn't. At primary school, when someone was hurt, I'd say "Get up. You're such a baby." Now I look back, I don't think I was wrong. I do not believe in consoling people when they can stand up on their own. Yet, I think that if I could be the one who cried once in a while, I may not feel such...sorrow, I guess.
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Wednesday, 18 March 2009
I'm tired -.- Don't say I'm acting emo or anything. I'm not. I'm just telling you a fact
I'm tired of trying to strike up a conversation when I know you won't answer
I'm tired of moaning over past events I deeply regret
I'm tired of thinking of you, you and you
I'm tired of waiting for school to end
I'm tired of trying to act all happy
I'm tired of waiting of you to even say 'hi' or even ask how I'm doing
I'm tired of hoping to think you'll care
I'm tired of studying
I'm tired of waiting for some miracle
I'm tired of people thinking I'm so 'fake' when they read this
I'm tired of slackers who don't do their work
I'm tired of doing everything myself
I'm tired of even trying to get work done
I'm tired of trying not to cry so I CRIED. Can you believe Megan Lee cried?
I'm tired of crying away from people so they can't see me
I'm tired of my eyes watering even after don't-know-how-many-years
I'm tired of thinking I'm stupid for ending everything
I'm tired of trying to get you
I'm tired of my life
I'm tired of trying to strike up a conversation when I know you won't answer
I'm tired of moaning over past events I deeply regret
I'm tired of thinking of you, you and you
I'm tired of waiting for school to end
I'm tired of trying to act all happy
I'm tired of waiting of you to even say 'hi' or even ask how I'm doing
I'm tired of hoping to think you'll care
I'm tired of studying
I'm tired of waiting for some miracle
I'm tired of people thinking I'm so 'fake' when they read this
I'm tired of slackers who don't do their work
I'm tired of doing everything myself
I'm tired of even trying to get work done
I'm tired of trying not to cry so I CRIED. Can you believe Megan Lee cried?
I'm tired of crying away from people so they can't see me
I'm tired of my eyes watering even after don't-know-how-many-years
I'm tired of thinking I'm stupid for ending everything
I'm tired of trying to get you
I'm tired of my life
cleansing to the soul21:02
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Saturday, 7 March 2009
I just came to a shocking realisation: I may fairly well remain single all my life. My CCA doesn't go over to other schools to talk to boys, if I'm not a smart ass, I wouldn't be in the Hwa Chong exchange programme, I'm in a girls' school, all the boys I know are either too immature or have some crush on some girl I've never heard off. Ahhhhh. How sad can my life get? And my desk partner never says anything except something about hot hunks. Crap. She knows more guys than I do. I'm not desperate, just going oooooo aaaaaaaaah whenever I realise that I'm really deprived of my youth. Why didn't I consider this during PSLE school selection? I could have gone to Dunman High. FREAK! St Nicks isn't that bad but I'm deprived. Severely deprived of all joy and comfort. And 师生 relationships are strictly forbidden. I mean...20 years older than me? Makes me disgusted even to think about it...
I know my studies come first, but I can't help it. WHAT THE HECK?! I'm not going to remain all single when I'm old! AHHHHH
I know my studies come first, but I can't help it. WHAT THE HECK?! I'm not going to remain all single when I'm old! AHHHHH
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Friday, 6 March 2009
001. Real name → Lee Li Xian Megan
002. Nickname(s)→ Mei-mei, gen gen(pronounced gern)
003. Star sign → Aquaris
004. Male or female → Female
005. Elementary → Jiemin Primary School <3
006. Middle School → St Nicholas
007. High School → How will I know
008. Hair color → Brownish black
009. Long or short → Grows long, then cut So now, short
010. Loud or Quiet → Varies
011. Sweats or Jeans → Jeans
012. Phone or Camera → Phone with camera
013. Health freak → No. Just normal
014. Drink or Smoke? → No
015. Do you have a crush on someone? →Erm...Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you. And I'll say 'no' anyway
016. Eat or Drink → I'll be dead if I don't
017. Piercings → 4 in total
018. Tattoos → Erm...heck no?
HAVE YOU EVER?
019. Been in an airplane→ Yup. Quite a few
020. Been in a relationship → What do you count as a relationship? If it means spending time with ppl you like, than yeah
021. Been in a car accident → No. I don't drive
022. Been in a fist fight → With my bro when we were kids, yeah
FIRSTS:
023. First piercing → 5 years old
024. First best friend → 6 years old
025. First award → 5 years old. Complete Junior Music Course
026. First crush → Ahaha. I don't know. P1?
028. First vacation → 18 mths. Cos I was always sick b4 that
LASTS:
029. Last person you talked to → Deeda
030. Last person you texted → Cai Fan cos' I think she took my book
031. Last person(s) you watched a movie with →Brother
032. Last food you ate → Seaweed. A big pack of it
033. Last movie you watched → I don't watch movies. Okay...2 weeks ago. Pursuit of happiness
034. Last song you listened to → On the radio so I don't know
035. Last thing you bought → Erm...A can of drinks for my parents cos' they didn't have money
036. Last person you hugged → Claudia
FAVES:
037. Food → Eggplant, seaweed, papaya, cha kway teow etc.
038. Drinks → Green tea, soya bean
039. Clothing → Varies
040. Books → Sad books. Or magic like Eragon or something
041. Music → No hard metal, no glass-breaking opera, no jazz
042. Flower → Can't remember the name
043. Colors → Purple, black, white
044. Movies → GAH. I can't remember
045. Positions → Erm...as in leadership? Depends on the class
046. Subjects → Biology, Chinese (I like it kay), History, Math (I do like it)
IN 2008 I...
047. [ ] Kissed in the snow (S'pore doesn't snow)
048. [X] Celebrated Halloween (With MJ and Vernice in Night Safari)
049. [X] Had your heart broken (I'm a sad soul)
050. [ ] Went over the minutes on your cell phone (I don't use it often)
051. [X] Someone questioned your sexual orientation (For fun)
052. [ ] Came out of the closet
053. [ ] Gotten pregnant (WHAT?!)
054. [ ] Had an abortion (...)
055. [x] Done something you've regretted
056. [x] Broke a promise
057. [x] Hid a secret
058. [x] Pretended to be happy
059. [x] Met someone who changed your life
060. [ ] Pretended to be sick
061. [x] Left the country
062. [ ] Tried something you normally wouldn't try and liked it
063. [ ] Cried over the silliest thing (I don't cry
) 064. [ ] Ran a mile
065. [ ] Went to the beach with your best friend(s)
066. [x] Stay single the whole year
CURRENTLY:
067. Eating → 2 hours ago
068. Drinking → None.
069. I'm about to → Talk to wilson wong?
070. Listening to → Typing of keyboard
071. Plans for today → Complete homework
072. Waiting for → Wilson to not sound so mature. It doesn't...match
YOUR FUTURE:
073. Want kids? → How old am I? Hmmm...14?
074. Want to get married? → Let me repeat...I'm 14
075. Careers in mind → Something that makes me happy
WHICH IS BETTER WITH BOYS?
076. Lips or eyes → Eyes
077. Shorter or taller? → Taller
078. Romantic or spontaneous → Both. Just not too much
079. Nice stomach or nice arms → Moderate
080. Sensitive or loud → Sensitive. Loud is just plain irritating
081. Hook-up or relationship → Relationship?
082. Trouble-maker or hesitant → I don't need it.
HAVE YOU EVER:
083. Lost glasses/contacts → My brother took mine
084. Ran away from home → No
85. Hold a gun/knife for self defense → Erm...I S'pore, you can get caught for holding a knife longer than 6 inches
086. Killed somebody → In a game? Yeah
087. Broken someone's heart → Yes
088. Been arrested → For not doing my homework
089. Cried when someone died → Obviously
DO YOU BELIEVE IN:
090. Yourself → Depends
091. Miracles → No
092. Love at first sight → That's a crush. A stupid, retarded crush
093. Heaven → Yes
094. Santa Claus → My dad
095. Sex on the first date → Unless you want me to die from STD, no
096. Kiss on the first date → Ahaha. No
ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:
097. Is there one person you want to be with right now? → Yeah
098. Are you seriously happy with where you are in life? → Do I look happy? No I don't
099. Do you believe in God → Yes
100. No question. You just wasted my time
002. Nickname(s)→ Mei-mei, gen gen(pronounced gern)
003. Star sign → Aquaris
004. Male or female → Female
005. Elementary → Jiemin Primary School <3
006. Middle School → St Nicholas
007. High School → How will I know
008. Hair color → Brownish black
009. Long or short → Grows long, then cut So now, short
010. Loud or Quiet → Varies
011. Sweats or Jeans → Jeans
012. Phone or Camera → Phone with camera
013. Health freak → No. Just normal
014. Drink or Smoke? → No
015. Do you have a crush on someone? →Erm...Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you. And I'll say 'no' anyway
016. Eat or Drink → I'll be dead if I don't
017. Piercings → 4 in total
018. Tattoos → Erm...heck no?
HAVE YOU EVER?
019. Been in an airplane→ Yup. Quite a few
020. Been in a relationship → What do you count as a relationship? If it means spending time with ppl you like, than yeah
021. Been in a car accident → No. I don't drive
022. Been in a fist fight → With my bro when we were kids, yeah
FIRSTS:
023. First piercing → 5 years old
024. First best friend → 6 years old
025. First award → 5 years old. Complete Junior Music Course
026. First crush → Ahaha. I don't know. P1?
028. First vacation → 18 mths. Cos I was always sick b4 that
LASTS:
029. Last person you talked to → Deeda
030. Last person you texted → Cai Fan cos' I think she took my book
031. Last person(s) you watched a movie with →Brother
032. Last food you ate → Seaweed. A big pack of it
033. Last movie you watched → I don't watch movies. Okay...2 weeks ago. Pursuit of happiness
034. Last song you listened to → On the radio so I don't know
035. Last thing you bought → Erm...A can of drinks for my parents cos' they didn't have money
036. Last person you hugged → Claudia
FAVES:
037. Food → Eggplant, seaweed, papaya, cha kway teow etc.
038. Drinks → Green tea, soya bean
039. Clothing → Varies
040. Books → Sad books. Or magic like Eragon or something
041. Music → No hard metal, no glass-breaking opera, no jazz
042. Flower → Can't remember the name
043. Colors → Purple, black, white
044. Movies → GAH. I can't remember
045. Positions → Erm...as in leadership? Depends on the class
046. Subjects → Biology, Chinese (I like it kay), History, Math (I do like it)
IN 2008 I...
047. [ ] Kissed in the snow (S'pore doesn't snow)
048. [X] Celebrated Halloween (With MJ and Vernice in Night Safari)
049. [X] Had your heart broken (I'm a sad soul)
050. [ ] Went over the minutes on your cell phone (I don't use it often)
051. [X] Someone questioned your sexual orientation (For fun)
052. [ ] Came out of the closet
053. [ ] Gotten pregnant (WHAT?!)
054. [ ] Had an abortion (...)
055. [x] Done something you've regretted
056. [x] Broke a promise
057. [x] Hid a secret
058. [x] Pretended to be happy
059. [x] Met someone who changed your life
060. [ ] Pretended to be sick
061. [x] Left the country
062. [ ] Tried something you normally wouldn't try and liked it
063. [ ] Cried over the silliest thing (I don't cry
) 064. [ ] Ran a mile
065. [ ] Went to the beach with your best friend(s)
066. [x] Stay single the whole year
CURRENTLY:
067. Eating → 2 hours ago
068. Drinking → None.
069. I'm about to → Talk to wilson wong?
070. Listening to → Typing of keyboard
071. Plans for today → Complete homework
072. Waiting for → Wilson to not sound so mature. It doesn't...match
YOUR FUTURE:
073. Want kids? → How old am I? Hmmm...14?
074. Want to get married? → Let me repeat...I'm 14
075. Careers in mind → Something that makes me happy
WHICH IS BETTER WITH BOYS?
076. Lips or eyes → Eyes
077. Shorter or taller? → Taller
078. Romantic or spontaneous → Both. Just not too much
079. Nice stomach or nice arms → Moderate
080. Sensitive or loud → Sensitive. Loud is just plain irritating
081. Hook-up or relationship → Relationship?
082. Trouble-maker or hesitant → I don't need it.
HAVE YOU EVER:
083. Lost glasses/contacts → My brother took mine
084. Ran away from home → No
85. Hold a gun/knife for self defense → Erm...I S'pore, you can get caught for holding a knife longer than 6 inches
086. Killed somebody → In a game? Yeah
087. Broken someone's heart → Yes
088. Been arrested → For not doing my homework
089. Cried when someone died → Obviously
DO YOU BELIEVE IN:
090. Yourself → Depends
091. Miracles → No
092. Love at first sight → That's a crush. A stupid, retarded crush
093. Heaven → Yes
094. Santa Claus → My dad
095. Sex on the first date → Unless you want me to die from STD, no
096. Kiss on the first date → Ahaha. No
ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:
097. Is there one person you want to be with right now? → Yeah
098. Are you seriously happy with where you are in life? → Do I look happy? No I don't
099. Do you believe in God → Yes
100. No question. You just wasted my time
cleansing to the soul19:31
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What is the meaning of delegating. I mean I know it's like dividing your work and all among group members but like...There'll always be one person doing more work than the other right? And I'm not complainging whoever-thinks-I-am. I'm just asking a question that popped into my head.
And I know my results are horrifying. Hahaha. Why? Cos' they're so low I frighten myself. Hahaha. For math I got the 79.6% and I'm like...25-30 in class? What the freak? Like...17 people got 90 and above? 3 people got 99.9? What's the problem with my class? They must get at least 75% overall to be happy. When people get 96% for math, they start wailing. I'm all what the freak? Then what am I? Pathetically stupid? History wasn't so bad; 26.5/30 That's acceptably low, considering the fact I got full marks last year -.- Hahaha. I might want to tell you that even in primary school, my math was averaging at a 75% Oh and English? 74% One more percent to a A1. How nice is that? So now I got 4 A1s and 1 A2. Why can't I just get that one more percent? Then I can hit 5 A1s. Why? Why? WHY? Don't come telling score okay already or whatever shit. I think I'm the lowest in class. Hahaha. Even if it's not lowest, I bet it's 2nd lowest or 3rd lowest. Hahaha.
And I know my results are horrifying. Hahaha. Why? Cos' they're so low I frighten myself. Hahaha. For math I got the 79.6% and I'm like...25-30 in class? What the freak? Like...17 people got 90 and above? 3 people got 99.9? What's the problem with my class? They must get at least 75% overall to be happy. When people get 96% for math, they start wailing. I'm all what the freak? Then what am I? Pathetically stupid? History wasn't so bad; 26.5/30 That's acceptably low, considering the fact I got full marks last year -.- Hahaha. I might want to tell you that even in primary school, my math was averaging at a 75% Oh and English? 74% One more percent to a A1. How nice is that? So now I got 4 A1s and 1 A2. Why can't I just get that one more percent? Then I can hit 5 A1s. Why? Why? WHY? Don't come telling score okay already or whatever shit. I think I'm the lowest in class. Hahaha. Even if it's not lowest, I bet it's 2nd lowest or 3rd lowest. Hahaha.
cleansing to the soul19:14
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Sunday, 1 March 2009
Everything is dying. People are dying, the trees are dying, the plants are dying, the ocean is dying and hence all the fish that contain proteins are also dying. The most meaningful wish I can come up with is hoping all of mankind will cease to exist, then the world will be at peace. One thing I'm exceptionally proud of is the fact that I've got no air-con at home, despite a million urges to install one, I managed to refrain from it. The ocean at Mandai is drying up. You can see all the soil and sediments. People are dying of heat shock. How nice. Har har harh.
I wouldn't mind taking someone's place and droping dead with a thud. No, I won't be so pessimistic. I wouldn't mind falling ill and being hospitalised until the start of the December holidays. Har har harh. Then I can skip out on every single test and quite worrying about something so trivial like 文史. I love being a Chinese but the history of Chinese Lit. is just not my thing. I can't understand a single phrase of whoever's poems there is. I'm a failure as a Chinese.
At least now I have Japanese off my mind. Oh yeah, have I dropped the bomb shell on you yet? I'VE QUIT MY JAPANESE. HIP HIP HORRAY. I'm said to inform everyone that I do not feel the least bit guilty or sad because even though I love Japanese (I really love it) I'm not willing to stay back at the MOELC till 6.45 p.m. and reach home only by 7.30 p.m. on a Wednesday evening.
I wouldn't mind taking someone's place and droping dead with a thud. No, I won't be so pessimistic. I wouldn't mind falling ill and being hospitalised until the start of the December holidays. Har har harh. Then I can skip out on every single test and quite worrying about something so trivial like 文史. I love being a Chinese but the history of Chinese Lit. is just not my thing. I can't understand a single phrase of whoever's poems there is. I'm a failure as a Chinese.
At least now I have Japanese off my mind. Oh yeah, have I dropped the bomb shell on you yet? I'VE QUIT MY JAPANESE. HIP HIP HORRAY. I'm said to inform everyone that I do not feel the least bit guilty or sad because even though I love Japanese (I really love it) I'm not willing to stay back at the MOELC till 6.45 p.m. and reach home only by 7.30 p.m. on a Wednesday evening.
cleansing to the soul19:11
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Tuesday, 24 February 2009
Today we (2 Diligence) went to Metta Home for the Mentally Disabled. It's not as scary as it sounds.
Much unlike Ju Eng Home, in which I personally feel that on that particular day, I don't know if it's always like this, but the place was quite...cold. As for the Metta Home so-called head quarters (not the branches), the place was relatively heart-warming. Although, there were quite prisoner-like railings all around, but at least the workers there were pretty kind. And also, the people there were enthusiastic and participated whole-heartedly in the games conducted.
I don't know where we're going next, but I've been trying to figure out where to go and do CIP for this year. I'm thinking of Metta Home again for interactive and maybe Woodlands Regional Library for non-interactive. Anyway, here's the plan: 18-19 March for library, 5 hours each or something and 14 and 20 March for interactive. I'm thinking of leaving interactive till the end of the year though...
Much unlike Ju Eng Home, in which I personally feel that on that particular day, I don't know if it's always like this, but the place was quite...cold. As for the Metta Home so-called head quarters (not the branches), the place was relatively heart-warming. Although, there were quite prisoner-like railings all around, but at least the workers there were pretty kind. And also, the people there were enthusiastic and participated whole-heartedly in the games conducted.
I don't know where we're going next, but I've been trying to figure out where to go and do CIP for this year. I'm thinking of Metta Home again for interactive and maybe Woodlands Regional Library for non-interactive. Anyway, here's the plan: 18-19 March for library, 5 hours each or something and 14 and 20 March for interactive. I'm thinking of leaving interactive till the end of the year though...
cleansing to the soul21:53
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Saturday, 21 February 2009
I've made an astonishing revalation: I'm not totally tone deaf. Although I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm pretty bad a pitching...
Why do people move on from love so fast? I know two people really well. I don't know if they really loved each other or anything but one thing's for sure: The girl really, really loved him. Although they were still pretty young, when they broke up, she cried a lot, really alot. Her eyes would swell the next day and her vision got worse from all the crying. And it wasn't because she was dumped or anything. There was just too much teasing, and the guy pitied her, and pitied himself. He decided that life would be better if they parted ways. But he told her pretty harshly. He seemingly set his eyes on other girls and the girl cried even more. But now, 3 years from then, the girl still loves him and refused all the guys who confessed to her, and believes the guy only loves her. But now, 3 years from then, the guy has fallen in love with someone else. And although this girl doesn't cry anymore, inside, her heart is really aching. Although they only stuck together for half a year, the girl never had anyone else in her life for 3 years, although they were still so young, under 17 years old. Who said that young people knew nothing about love, knew nothing about everlasting love? And 3 years may seem like a long time, and acceptable for the guy to find another girl, but I wonder if he ever considered how much the girl whom he dumped loved him, and I wonder if he ever considered how much he's hurting her.
How can people move on so fast anyway? And I'm not making up this crap story. It's your choice to believe it or not.
Why do people move on from love so fast? I know two people really well. I don't know if they really loved each other or anything but one thing's for sure: The girl really, really loved him. Although they were still pretty young, when they broke up, she cried a lot, really alot. Her eyes would swell the next day and her vision got worse from all the crying. And it wasn't because she was dumped or anything. There was just too much teasing, and the guy pitied her, and pitied himself. He decided that life would be better if they parted ways. But he told her pretty harshly. He seemingly set his eyes on other girls and the girl cried even more. But now, 3 years from then, the girl still loves him and refused all the guys who confessed to her, and believes the guy only loves her. But now, 3 years from then, the guy has fallen in love with someone else. And although this girl doesn't cry anymore, inside, her heart is really aching. Although they only stuck together for half a year, the girl never had anyone else in her life for 3 years, although they were still so young, under 17 years old. Who said that young people knew nothing about love, knew nothing about everlasting love? And 3 years may seem like a long time, and acceptable for the guy to find another girl, but I wonder if he ever considered how much the girl whom he dumped loved him, and I wonder if he ever considered how much he's hurting her.
How can people move on so fast anyway? And I'm not making up this crap story. It's your choice to believe it or not.
cleansing to the soul14:36
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Thursday, 29 January 2009
God, I'm starting to sound like my Claudia darling. FYI, I'm so not lesbian. I'm a perfectly normal girl with a perfectly normal sexual orientation.
Yours truly has been trying to learn not to sound emo and to revert back to the ever angelic-plasticky-unreal girl I once was about a year ago. How time can change people both in appearences and inside. Why, may I ask, are we, the future of the world, the future of this ever-progressing society, suffering under humongous piles of rotting paper and being horribly compressed under the weights of stress? Do you want to see our mangled brain? Or do you want to see blood dripping down from our ever-pale and bony wrist?
I'm so dramatic. Really. There's a test tomorrow. Let's say yay to the end of enjoyment
Yours truly has been trying to learn not to sound emo and to revert back to the ever angelic-plasticky-unreal girl I once was about a year ago. How time can change people both in appearences and inside. Why, may I ask, are we, the future of the world, the future of this ever-progressing society, suffering under humongous piles of rotting paper and being horribly compressed under the weights of stress? Do you want to see our mangled brain? Or do you want to see blood dripping down from our ever-pale and bony wrist?
I'm so dramatic. Really. There's a test tomorrow. Let's say yay to the end of enjoyment
cleansing to the soul18:42
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Sunday, 25 January 2009
~We wish you a happy new year We wish you a happy new year We wish you a happy new year and a lunar new year~
Happy Lunar New Year to all, although there's still about...1 hours 35 minutes to go. HAHAHAHAHA
The dear me has been busy lately, well, not really, but busy enough. I'm trying to 减肥! Wish me luck!
Happy Lunar New Year to all, although there's still about...1 hours 35 minutes to go. HAHAHAHAHA
The dear me has been busy lately, well, not really, but busy enough. I'm trying to 减肥! Wish me luck!
cleansing to the soul22:17
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Monday, 19 January 2009
GAAAAH! Right after writing those stuff I feel guilty but I'm not taking it down. I'M NOT! And I'm like...Laughing my head off when I remember the sign on the SBS bus: A picture of a fist, with a cross over it and below the picture, there's a caption that's something along the lines of: Do not punch the bus driver or Please care for the bus driver. SOMETHING like that. I know it's along the same logic but I can't remember the exact words. But it's HILARIOUS! I mean, if a student wants to punch you, even with that sign board there, if they don't want to follow instructions, they'd punch you anyway. The story cam about because of that Hwa Chong guy punching the bus driver but you know, if you really heard the true story, you'd not totally blame that student -.- Because I heard that sometimes the bus drivers over there are sort of...WOW! Like, if you're to take the bus right in front of the school, with your school uniform but you forgot to bring your student pass, and want to pay the student price, they'll charge you the full price, claiming "You've no proof" or something. I mean, Hello?! How blind can you get?! He's wearing a school uniform for god's sake. Still, that sign is hilarious
cleansing to the soul18:47
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Don't come moralising me. I'm annoyed as hell and if I don't say it out I'm going to burst. Either you keep quiet after reading this or you just don't read it.
For the first time ever, I'm bloody irritated with my father. For the past 3 days, he has been doing nothing but find trouble with me. When I jokingly said "I was reading a book in class when teacher was talking crap. Something totally unrelated to the lesson." He yelled his head off at me, telling how damn irresponsible I was, that he would confiscate my book and whatever shit, that he was "conveying the wrong message" to us or something. Rather than falling asleep listening to something totally out of topic, I would rather read and strengthen my language or something.
And when I asked him to sign a form and told him to make it quick because, for the first time in dunno-how-long, I was finally able to use the computer, he started asking "Since when were you given the entitlement?" Thinking it was a friendly question he always USED to ask, I just said "Long time ago" and he starts yelling at me, AGAIN, about how bloody rude I was:
Dad: I'm talking to you you know! Look at me!
Me: Yah?
Dad: Since when was it an entitlement? Why must you always 顶嘴？ Since when did I bring you up like this?
When did I even 顶嘴?! Since when did this household that was always open with one another become a house where I have to filter every damn thing I say?!
For the first time ever, I'm bloody irritated with my father. For the past 3 days, he has been doing nothing but find trouble with me. When I jokingly said "I was reading a book in class when teacher was talking crap. Something totally unrelated to the lesson." He yelled his head off at me, telling how damn irresponsible I was, that he would confiscate my book and whatever shit, that he was "conveying the wrong message" to us or something. Rather than falling asleep listening to something totally out of topic, I would rather read and strengthen my language or something.
And when I asked him to sign a form and told him to make it quick because, for the first time in dunno-how-long, I was finally able to use the computer, he started asking "Since when were you given the entitlement?" Thinking it was a friendly question he always USED to ask, I just said "Long time ago" and he starts yelling at me, AGAIN, about how bloody rude I was:
Dad: I'm talking to you you know! Look at me!
Me: Yah?
Dad: Since when was it an entitlement? Why must you always 顶嘴？ Since when did I bring you up like this?
When did I even 顶嘴?! Since when did this household that was always open with one another become a house where I have to filter every damn thing I say?!
cleansing to the soul18:05
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Friday, 16 January 2009
Sorry for being dumb or to make it sound nicer, not-so-smart, but what I meant by my class having like 13 ELDDS people means they're open etc. etc. and not literally 13 ELDDS people. There's only about 5 in my class. And I'm sorry for not updating but I've been completely exhausted if not extremely busy -.-
The teacher left the door ajar
And the students acted much afar
Silence was the first blessing
Obedience one would be wishing
The class pres. took her stand
Pursing her lips to look all grand
Students did not even stop to stare
At the girl who walked again
Silence, I wondered if they understood
Even if they did...I doubt they would
For the girl walked around the room
Without anyone who stopped to look
Students jumped around the floor
A few people to keep the law
"Shh!" all went off as if in syncro
Oh my class pres. can't you stop being 'whack-o'?
The girl, she, the only one who treasured
The experience of silence noisy like siren
She wandered around smiling sly
Oh she had no alibi
Perhaps she was deaf
She never noticed how her classmates were reacting
Booing her, demoralising
These people had no feeling
But to her, the girl of silence
Nothing could blemish her innocent conscience
To her jeering was one thing non-existent
To her, her friends were looking at her in recognition
So quietly, she picked her courage
Friends she hoped she could make
But when everyone let her go her way
She knew her existence had no play
She wished herself silent
Her conscience retained its usual state
Crying upon her unusual fate
Praying all would go away
The teacher returned
Eyes in furry
Turning to the class pres. in great hurry
The girl smiled in great folly
She sat against the wall
Felt her neck all sore
The room became silent again once more
But no one noticed her at the door
She blended in so silently
The teacher even noticed her flory
Disappeared without a trace,
The silent girl vanished off the surface
Silence in the class came back once more
The teacher was no longer a bore
Everyone was once aware
That a silent girl was there
But no one seen
They walked past where she had been
Never turn to give wishings
They didn't even know she was prayin'
The girl of silence left no trace of existence
Neither did she make an impression
All she did was blend in with silence
Quietly, blending with quietness
The teacher left the door ajar
And the students acted much afar
Silence was the first blessing
Obedience one would be wishing
The class pres. took her stand
Pursing her lips to look all grand
Students did not even stop to stare
At the girl who walked again
Silence, I wondered if they understood
Even if they did...I doubt they would
For the girl walked around the room
Without anyone who stopped to look
Students jumped around the floor
A few people to keep the law
"Shh!" all went off as if in syncro
Oh my class pres. can't you stop being 'whack-o'?
The girl, she, the only one who treasured
The experience of silence noisy like siren
She wandered around smiling sly
Oh she had no alibi
Perhaps she was deaf
She never noticed how her classmates were reacting
Booing her, demoralising
These people had no feeling
But to her, the girl of silence
Nothing could blemish her innocent conscience
To her jeering was one thing non-existent
To her, her friends were looking at her in recognition
So quietly, she picked her courage
Friends she hoped she could make
But when everyone let her go her way
She knew her existence had no play
She wished herself silent
Her conscience retained its usual state
Crying upon her unusual fate
Praying all would go away
The teacher returned
Eyes in furry
Turning to the class pres. in great hurry
The girl smiled in great folly
She sat against the wall
Felt her neck all sore
The room became silent again once more
But no one noticed her at the door
She blended in so silently
The teacher even noticed her flory
Disappeared without a trace,
The silent girl vanished off the surface
Silence in the class came back once more
The teacher was no longer a bore
Everyone was once aware
That a silent girl was there
But no one seen
They walked past where she had been
Never turn to give wishings
They didn't even know she was prayin'
The girl of silence left no trace of existence
Neither did she make an impression
All she did was blend in with silence
Quietly, blending with quietness
cleansing to the soul18:20
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Friday, 2 January 2009
I think I'm anti-sociable. I can't seem to blend in with my class which comprises of almost 15 ELDDS people and there are only 40 people in my class, like 13 people who know each other super well and stick to each other and the others have small little cliks. How come people find good friends so fast. Either that or I'm just plain anti-sociable. They're leadership qualities are seriously blinding me and I think I've an inferior complex. In that class, I must be a minute little...thing, smaller than a bi-concaved red blood cell.
And now I realise how really dazzling knowledge can be. Even the most oblivious person in the class seems to be smarter than me. They can come up with "I wish to garnish relationships with all of you" impromtu. Hell, I never knew "garnish" could be used that way. So I hereby declare I'll try my very best to ace the subjects I'm supposedly good at and just give up on art. I did try to somehow magically come up with some miracle potion to boost my artistically challenged dried-up brain but to no avail. How pathetic can a human brain get?
Don't laugh but I suspect I have an IQ of only 103, although the online IQ test came up with an around 130 score, I'm fully aware they must have manipulated my marks in some dark, secluded area in a small corner of Singapore and boosted my score by at least 30 points. Because if I had an IQ score of 130, I must be amazingly smart and need not study like a deranged nerd (Nerds are already deranged enough) to score an A1.
And now I realise how really dazzling knowledge can be. Even the most oblivious person in the class seems to be smarter than me. They can come up with "I wish to garnish relationships with all of you" impromtu. Hell, I never knew "garnish" could be used that way. So I hereby declare I'll try my very best to ace the subjects I'm supposedly good at and just give up on art. I did try to somehow magically come up with some miracle potion to boost my artistically challenged dried-up brain but to no avail. How pathetic can a human brain get?
Don't laugh but I suspect I have an IQ of only 103, although the online IQ test came up with an around 130 score, I'm fully aware they must have manipulated my marks in some dark, secluded area in a small corner of Singapore and boosted my score by at least 30 points. Because if I had an IQ score of 130, I must be amazingly smart and need not study like a deranged nerd (Nerds are already deranged enough) to score an A1.
cleansing to the soul20:41
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Tuesday, 30 December 2008
It's now 00:24 as I'm typing this. People are already thinking of who the teachers are for 2009 and the sitting arrangement -.- I envy those who plan so far ahead. I haven't even washed my shoes yet. I've not started packing and don't intend to do so anytime soon. I've not read my litriture book but that's fine because I'll read it when I'm bored. Why are Lit books so boring? Should give us some fantasy or something. I do not want to know who my teachers will be because I think I'll be freaked out. I don't know who I'll be sitting with either. Que sera sera. I'm not really bothered. I'm just wondering what books we should bring on day 1 of school. I dread going back. I want to catch up on my beauty sleep during holidays. I sleep like a pig, really. Like around 2a.m. I fall asleep and wake up at...10.30a.m. the next morning? Now my brother is amazing. He sleeps at 3.00a.m. or 4.00a.m. and wakes up and 1.00p.m. to 2.00p.m.
cleansing to the soul00:24
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Saturday, 27 December 2008
I think I'm going to die. I think no one in 2 Diligence has a 'C' in their report card. I got a C5 for Art, mind you. A C5. And I bet everyone is going to ask "Who flunks art?" Well darling, you're currently reading a post a someone who flunked art. How did I even get in to Diligence. How. I don't know -.- I only had 73.7% in my report card you know.
Am I supposed to be happy or sad. Or am I just plain random. Yeah, I'm random. And god knows how slack I've been this holiday. I only did Chinese, English and Math. If you feel that Music Theory is worthy of even being mentioned, then yeah, I did Music Theory as well. G7. Why do I have to take theory of all things.
Jap class is J2-16 I think. I'm in the same class as Vernice. Why does it have to be Ang-sensei? She's going to kill me. I'm more than prepared for blood to be shed and tendons to be torn, as well as a couple of eyeballs gourged out of their sockets in 2009.
Am I supposed to be happy or sad. Or am I just plain random. Yeah, I'm random. And god knows how slack I've been this holiday. I only did Chinese, English and Math. If you feel that Music Theory is worthy of even being mentioned, then yeah, I did Music Theory as well. G7. Why do I have to take theory of all things.
Jap class is J2-16 I think. I'm in the same class as Vernice. Why does it have to be Ang-sensei? She's going to kill me. I'm more than prepared for blood to be shed and tendons to be torn, as well as a couple of eyeballs gourged out of their sockets in 2009.
cleansing to the soul11:29
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Friday, 26 December 2008
Hohoho.
I got into the stretched class, or rather, I scrapped in. Class of 2009 is 2 Diligence! (So long name) Yeah, good-bye 1 Charity 2008
I got into the stretched class, or rather, I scrapped in. Class of 2009 is 2 Diligence! (So long name) Yeah, good-bye 1 Charity 2008
cleansing to the soul20:06
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