t s u b a s a reservoir chronicle

Saturday, July 30, 2005

*tosses hiatus sign away*

BLOODY HELL! I feel so guilty. I am abandoning my blog! I swore to myself I would never ever stop writting in my blog while I was still a teen or something but I am breaking that resolution! I WILL BLOG!!

And I hate Anderson! I hate Anderson for all its goddamn silly and ridiculous rules like how you can only wear gold or silver studs in your ears (not that I give a damn about that, but still), but I hate Anderson most because they only gave us the exam schedule less than a week before the exams are to start! THEY ONLY GAVE IT TO US THIS WEEK MONDAY! The exams are next week! HOW TO STUDY? HOW? I don't care what you say, Zheng Lao Shi, about revising everyday, but NO STUDENT DOES THAT! A normal and properly functioning student starts only about 2 weeks before the exams! HOW TO COVER A AND E MATHS AND GEOG AND CHEM IN ONE WEEKEND? HOW? HOW??

Ok, there's a very likely chance I might never blog about the previous weeks. Cluster Ricky lost the debate lah, but it was okay because I didn't embarrass myself and Prissy did a nice reply speech that was all vehement and powerful. And Band 2's debate was just screwed up lah. I'm trying to convince Gang Quan to get me a copy of the tape. IT IS PRICELESS! I WANT THAT TAPE!!!

Anyway. I'll just stop here because I have no time to continue... BACK TO MISERABLE, FUCKED-UP MATHS T_T Probably not online next week either. So. *sobs as she replaces the hiatus sign on the blog*

Lingga says @#%$! at 12:34 PM

Monday, July 25, 2005

Here's a witty, intelligent one-liner from me today to fuel your needs for entertainment!

Don't cry when pressure eats me and you didn't say goodbye.

For a pleasant account of my workshop experience, read Kel's blog.

I'm having suicidal thoughts all day long.

Lingga says @#%$! at 9:06 PM

Sunday, July 24, 2005

I am really traumatised by the debate workshop T_T Everything I see on TV - all the discussions, meetings, blah - reminds me of debates. It's debate, debate, debate. AHH. So I won't be blogging just yet. Sorry for this short hiatus yeah.

Lingga says @#%$! at 2:22 PM

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Ok. Many things I have to complain/whine about. First things first.

DEBATES. BAH

I was sabo-ed!! I am convinced. All you irritating PEOPLE from 3/2, 3/3, 3/5 and 3/7. Those I know and who are in Band 1 anyway. Thanks to you PEOPLE, I am stuck with 2 debates when I could have only been stuck for one!

Ok, the first one I was sabo-ed for is for school. 3 students from each class in each band compete against each other. The people on my team are Weiwen and Priscilla, and I don't even know either of them that well. Ms Heng, how could you have let the other Band 1 class choose their opponents?!

And techincally the second isn't a debate, it's a series of WORKSHOPS (worse right), AND THEN a series of debates, called the Mayor's Debate Series, which is held at AJC. The workshops require my presence on Friday from 4.30 - 8pm (AND SCHOOL IS RELEASED AT 10 ON THAT DAY!) and Saturday from 7.45am - 5pm. JI DAN GAO! I am so not looking forward to it, I saw the schedule and there are things like "Supervised Mock Debates". It is ruining my all-important social life! I am supposed to be celebrating various people's birthdays on that day at Bugis! Plus I'll have to wake up at 6+ on a Saturday to get there in time. GOD.

Kel is on the team, and 3 other Indian scholars.

*pause*

I have never even spoken to them before in my life. Ms Heng was all, "We'll help them with their accents so they can be understood more easily, of course". So that's not really a pleasant thought. Thinking that the 5 of us might have to resort to sign language to communicate. ~~Oh God, I can so see it, Kel and I flailing ours arms around until we're blue in the face.~~

MATHS

Mr Wong is being incomprehensible again. We are on graphs, and I do not get speed-time graphs. I do not get converting speed-time graphs to distance-time graphs or whatever it is that we're supposed to do, and I got back my Functions worksheets the other day and there were crosses everywhere. Plus I keep having this ominous thought that MR WONG IS GOING TO SPRING A FUNCTIONS TEST ON US AND TELL US LIKE ONLY 4 DAYS IN ADVANCE, 2 OF WHICH ARE USED FOR NETBALL.

LENGTH OF MY MIDDLE FINGER

Heck lah, my hands are small. I have been comparing with a lot of people, and my middle finger measures like a little less than 8cm. Which means I have more difficulty in grabbing the ball than others with bigger hands and longer arms!

NETBALL TRAINING

Bad playing.

Hmm. I think that's all. Apparently I didn't have a lot to whine about anyway.

Poor Justin Anson Lee! He sounds like he comes from a rich family (I mean, ANSON?) and from a boys' school. Catholic High or TCHS. No, I think a bit chinese pai. So maybe TCHS. He's our current Chem trainee (4th this year already) but Ms Tan (the trainess with worse grammar than Ms Chia) is taking over on Friday. The class gets annoying during his lessons. People in front giggle and talk among themselves and people at the back end up having his voice completely drowned out by the time it reaches them. Plus, Khairul and the others complain that they can't see JAL's (yes, this is how he signs his name) writing on the board because it's too small/too far down on the board. His nerves are on the edge of snapping already, I can tell. It's rather like Ms Sheela in the beginning, but perhaps because JAL is younger and stronger he's able to tolerate it better.

YES! I just got a sudden flash of inspiration for the narrative on Every birth is a death sentence. I shall go watch Full Metal Panic first, and then embark on the writing! =D

Lingga says @#%$! at 5:16 PM

Monday, July 18, 2005

Could it be?

Lingga says @#%$! at 9:42 PM

Sunday, July 17, 2005

I finished Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince!

In approximately 5 and a half hours. See, my sister finally got home at around 2am today morning, and I read till 2.45am, and then conked out fairly quickly. When I woke up at 9.15am, I continued reading, and only stopped when I finished 10 minutes ago. Sigh. Who knows how many years I must wait before the 7th book comes out!

There wasn't anything major in this book, if you get me, like there was the Triwizard Tournament in Goblet of Fire, or the Order of the Phoenix in, well, the Order of the Phoenix. This one was more like linking up a lot of missing pieces. It's not something I can read and enjoy on its own. Not that I didn't enjoy it. I liked the Inferi =) Spoiler below, so skip to the next paragraph if you haven't read the book. (Ah heck it lah as if you people actually will. Just read your spoiler obediently. Since NG POH CHOON SMSED ME AND TOLD ME ALL THE MAJOR PLOT TWISTS WHEN I CLEARLY TOLD HIM NOT TO, AND SPOILT ALL THE SURPRISE FOR ME! Instead of a WHAT? DUMBLEDORE DIED? WHAT THE HELL? I got a Oh. Dumbledore died. Damn) Can't believe JK Rowling killed off Dumbledore. I'd always pictured Dumbledore as being INVINCIBLE, you know, even if he died he would die at the hands of Voldemort, and say some last minute instructions and his last words and stuff like that. But he just kept calling out Snape's name! Too kind for his own good lah. Snape just killed him like THAT. No hesitation whatsoever. Lousy asshole. Can't imagine Harry not returning to Hogwarts next year. Rowling left the ending in a royal mess, what with closing the school and Snape and Malfoy and the Death Eaters escaping.. and we'll have to wait another 2 years before we finally find out how she ties them all together!

Wooh, what a long paragraph. Hello, people who didn't want to be have their surprises spoiled for them (unlike me, who didn't have a CHOICE once I opened those smses)! Ok, I don't really have much to say already. Unless you want to hear about my math homework. So I shall end here.

Lingga says @#%$! at 2:51 PM

My sis is still not back!

Lingga says @#%$! at 1:23 AM

Saturday, July 16, 2005

Ji dan. Both my legs feel like they're going to fall off. REALLY!

Oh yes, had O Level MT Listening Comprehension on Friday, which was also Sasa's 15th birthday =) Pulled her halterneck bra bra strap several times!

But back to the listening compre. SCREWED UP LAH. What crap was 92.4 thinking? They played such sleep-inducing music during the 20 minutes before it started. I was WATCHING on as half the people in the classroom nodded off.

Furthermore, God gave me such a nice seat under the fan *sighs dreamily* ultra-cooling and perfect for snoozing. It went on for 20 minutes! I think I was quite determined not to fall asleep =) Should like write to the MOE and tell them to play something EXPLOSIVE and which alerts your mind! Not some crazy lullaby which dulls your senses.

Anyway, it was a bad test.

God, my legs still feel like falling off. Ok, the album Monkey Business by Black Eyed Peas is sounding more and more irritating everytime I listen to it. Heck. Screw the stupid disco club lah.

PS: My sis not back yet!

Lingga says @#%$! at 11:29 PM

take me away;

because my legs are falling apart.

I SWEAR I WILL ALWAYS DONATE TO A FLAG BEARER IF NOT MAY A TREE BRANCH FALL AND CRUSH ME TO MY DEATH!

You won't believe the THINGS I came across. Holy shit. I have grown ten extra layers of skins in one afternoon, and rejection simply slides off me like water does a duck's tail (but it was quite humiliating to be trailing after someone and holding out the donation can desperately).

It's not true about foreigners being more generous than Singaporeans, ok! Only a small majority of them. Those who are willing to give are the families and teenagers. Especially the teenagers. Just say "please" in a pleading tone a few times more and seriously, they all become as soft as me! They got the same "wo wu ke nai he" face! And the coins go dropping in. Yay.

Overall it was a, well, an experience. Painful one. Actually, the correct words should be shamelessly, humiliatingly, embrarrassingly and exhaustingly. There are so many mean people in Singapore! Discrimination against people holding CANS. There were people who, as far as 30m away, abruptly turned on their backs and entered the nearest shop upon seeing me! Many didn't even deign to acknowledge our existence. It's like, if I don't see you, you don't exist! COMMON COURTESY, PEOPLE! What the hell?! Even if you don't want to donate, SMILE! SMILE AND SAY NO THANKS! What's so difficult!? Others looked at us as if we were SARS reincarnated!

Many didn't even let me get past the "Excuse me". Sigh.

We came across very nice people too. I remember this little girl and her young mom. Her mom was taking out a two dollar note (my FIRST two dollar note!) and I was giving the girl two stickers, and she stuck one on her mummy's sleeve and went "Mummy, one for you." It was so sweet! Such a kind-hearted mummy should have a very filial kid too =) GOOD KARMA, PEOPLE, GOOD KARMA!

Oh, some were just plain WEIRD. See, we approached this Caucasian with blond hair (surprisingly, the blondes don't donate as much as the brunettes and redheads do) and a moustache, and he looked at us and took out a piece of white paper. "Smell this," he said. So Jia did. "Is it nice?" "Erm, yes." Then he put it under my nose. "Is it nice?" "Yes, quite nice." And he put the paper back into his breast pocket. "Well then, that's your reward." And he stared at us expectantly for us to go away!

God, the two of us were completely dumbfounded. And then I recovered and was like, "but WE don't need a reward. These KIDS do. You should donate to help them to give them a reward." And he was all, "Yes, I know what you're doing. But I'm thinking of cake now." (because we were in front of the display shelves of a cakeshop) And I wanted to throw my can at him! Can you BELIEVE it? What sane person DOES that? Sticks perfume-scented paper up people's noses and tell them that's their reward?

And there was this Japanese auntie who spoke to me in Japanese while her daughter put a 5 cent coin into my can. So I was like smiling cluelessly at her and shaking my head and going I don't understand... I don't get why they speak to us in their own language. I mean, it is apparent we are school-going kids and are local and can only speak English and Chinese. And actually, half the people I met initially didn't even understand me. -___-''

Anyway, I hope I lost some weight *beams* We walked a hell lot today ok! We walked from Somerset to Orchard and from Orchard to Dhoby Ghout and then from Dhoby Ghout back to Orchard again. We walked so much, we walked all the way out of Orchard towards Newton. Unlike WILSON AND YONGYUAN. Who stood outside Somerset MRT station and got way more money than us did. I think Jia and I combine also not as much as Yongyuan's lor. Maybe because he's got the adorable and pleading look down pat. And WILSON! I was watching him ok! Girls were throwing themselves on him to donate! (ok, I might be exaggerating. But the girls he approached didn't say no! If a cute guy asked me to donate, I totally would ok) Ji dan gao. Their cans were like SO heavy. I spotted a ten dollar note in Yongyuan's can!

Actually, Amy, Sonia, Nicky, Dev and I were supposed to go watch Fantastic 4 today. Because if you cut out some coupon in Life, you'll get to watch the movie for only $1.60. But when Amy, Dev and I got to Cineleisure at 9.50am (stupidly - we should have been there at 8am), the entire 6th floor was packed! There was a line snaking right to where the lifts were, and another one from the escalators, and the whole thing just split into 3 parts in the middle. We would definitely not make it in time to get our cans if we queued. So then I called Milton, who was supposed to be watching with his friend and us, to get him to queue for us.

YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT I WENT THROUGH TO GET THOSE COUPONS T_T At first, I paid 80 goddamn cents for Nicky's share of The Straits Times. Then we had so many copies of papers with us, and had to lug them around, so we dumped them in Sankari's bag. AND SANKARI LEFT HER BAG BEHIND AT THE COLLECTION CENTER! So then Jia and I had to go from Far East back to Centrepoint to get the damn papers, and we squatted on the floor and ripped away at little slips of paper, and then we had to call Amy and Dev (because Sonia wasn't watching in the end) to tell them to go to Cineleisure to give their coupons to Milton, but obviously Orchard Road is a place where nobody can hear anybody, and nobody picked up their phones, and I called Sonia and she answered and I got the message to Amy, but I called Dev like 7 times and there was no reply, so I got fed up and went heck, and just made my way to Cine, and then Milton smsed me to say that all the tickets were sold out.

T_T

All the running for nothing! And I wouldn't get to watch Fantastic 4 after all! BWAHH. So I called Amy and told her that, and crumbled her world into pieces. But since she was already opposite Cine, she came in anyway. And I went to look for Milton to get him to donate. Seeing as how we've never met each other before, I totally did not recognise him. Do you know how zai he looked or not?! He was sitting at the table like this:

LIKE JAY! I told him I thought of Jay when I saw him. Because he mumbles a bit too.(Fine. He says he doesn't because Jay is leaning backwards and he was leaning forward. And of course I saw his sideview) And reading his Straits Times alone. He brought only three 10 cent coins lah. Stingy. (And of course he just told me that he was hoarding some)

Anyway, we kept going back to Cineleisure because when we left, Nicky arrived, and even though Milton actually went over to poke him and greeted him, and all of us saw, Nicky didn't notice, as usual, so we went back up to look for Milton and his friend, intending to threaten the poor guy till he dropped some coins into my can. By the way, dude, the arcade is on the FIFTH floor, not the fourth!

So after we got chased out of the arcade by the lady (no school uniforms allowed. I wanted to go qiao the friend yi bi lor!), we started to do the real begging. On the streets, subjected to all the sneers. Because we wasted like an hour plus with the tickets.

Oh, I had lots of security guards giving me GRIEF about my cans, when we were in Cineleisure. We were obviously just STANDING there and doing no begging lor. Get so excited just by spotting a donation can. It's a donation can, not an explosive! God. Chill, security guard uncles!

After we finally FINALLY handed in our cans, we walked all the way to Plaza Singapura for BK. Broke both my legs with all the walking. Heaven was when I sank into a vacant seat at BK (after waiting for 10 minutes). We had the new Swiss Whooper, and mine was GIGANTIC. Quite nice, but nothing oomphy about it.

Walked around, insulted stuff at Action City. They gave Winnie the Pooh hair. Holy COW. It's like orange scraggly floating strands? Completely wrong, I tell you. Winnie the Pooh was born bald and will remain bald for the rest of his lame orange life in One Hundred Acres Woods! (or whatever forest he lives in lah. I was never a fan of WTP)

On the train, repeated all the nonsense Dev spouts in class. He'll just shout out something randomly when you least expect it, like:

"WELL, AT LEAST IT WASN'T A BOOMKUS!"
"AND THE WORLD SAID YES TWO THOUSAND TIMES!"
"CALL YOURSELF A -insertownname-!"
"WHAT IF THE REST OF THE WORLD SAID YES AND I SAID NO?"
"AND I DIDN'T SAY NOTHING!"

Complete and utter crap! Full of nonsense lah, that guy =)

Anyway, my sister isn't home yet, and she has my HP6. She'll probably get home at midnight, and so obviously I have no choice but to read it all day long tomorrow and not do my math homework. So sad right.

Lingga says @#%$! at 7:31 PM

SJI IS A SICK SCHOOL! DO YOU KNOW WHAT GO BOMB NAGASAKI MEANS? BOMB NAGASAKI MEANS PANG SAI! PANG SAI! OH MY FREAKING GOD! TIMED BOMB! NO DELAY! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lingga says @#%$! at 12:42 AM

Friday, July 15, 2005

There. This is a picture of Kiccoro! I have officially given it a species, and it is a Germ. Matt insists it's a cabbage. Fine, I shall compromise. Germ living on a cabbage.

Actually, it does look like a cabbage germ lor. What the hell.

This is Morizo, its Daddy. It's currently staying in Jia's residence. Separated from its son. Must be very sad *sniffles*

I have a request from Matt to display all his lame com pictures here, but obviously not. They are super computers which cost up to 100k at max ok. That's like bullshit. Lousy rich kid. Heh heh.

Tomorrow we have to go do flag day outside Centrepoint. Sigh. We're, technically, not allowed into the mall, and can only loiter on the streets pestering people to donate, and end up getting sucker-punched in the heart by invisible blows when people tell us to scram. Or break our hearts by diverting when they see us. But I digress. Not as if we're going to actually stay on the roads all day long lor. We'll surely all end up fried by the bloody sun before we finish!

And then probably watching Fantastic 4 tomorrow? Well, more tomorrow then. Teh neh neh! =D

Lingga says @#%$! at 11:31 PM

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

Today I accomplished many challenging feats! I managed to burn my hair and crack four test tubes under the time frame of one hour.

During chem practical.

Sigh.

It wasn't even MY bunsen burner on which I burnt my hair (ok, more like singe). I was leaning over the front of the table top from the opposite side to get dilute nitric acid (or something like that, I'm just making this up) when I realised Oi Man's bunsen burner was switched on, and when I felt the heat on my face and smelt something burning, I drew back. I seriously, for a moment, thought my eyebrows were on fire. But when I went back to class, I discovered the left side of my fringe was frazzled and dry. Devoid of moisture. Poor hair T_T

And the cracking of the test tubes. COMPLETELY UNINTENTIONAL. See, the practical book said 'Heat gently'. I saw 'Heat' but didn't see 'gently'. With 'Heat' comes "ah, non-luminous right". So I heated the stupid test tube with its aluminium strip in it over a non-luminous flame! I first suspected something was wrong when flames started spewing out from the BOTTOM of the test tube... meaning the liquid was leaking through and catching fire. But I didn't know what was happening! I just knew that the test tube was cracked and I couldn't continue heating and risk it blowing up in my face. So I switched test tubes.

And yes, the same thing happened.

It was only when I returned to class then did Nicky kindly enlighten me on what'd happened.

If the school ever found out, they would ban me from the lab.

http://www.petitiononline.com/nkfs/petition.html

I always thought all the gossip about NKF being corrupted was the product of bored people with nothing to do and who love a bit of controversial news to add some spice to their life. Sadly, no. I don't know how he's able to sleep at night, using our hard-earned money to fund his own expenses, willing to risk a few people dying just because he's hoarding OUR donations for himself. We should smash a pot filled with hell money over his head.

Lingga says @#%$! at 5:54 PM

Monday, July 11, 2005

All guys should learn how to play a musical instrument, in addition to having bronze-coloured abs/lean muscular arms and an intelligent mind.

I will shang at an instance!

Lingga says @#%$! at 6:58 PM

SIGH. I kind of wonder why my life is simply repeating and repeating and repeating itself.

Feeling kind of sullen.

Lingga says @#%$! at 5:02 PM

Sunday, July 10, 2005

Allow me to express my thoughts on the new kid on the market, PUSH-UP BRIEFS.

Yes, they accentuate the penis. It works like a push-up bra, and when wearing it, it lifts the manhood higher, and makes it bigger at the same time. So men can walk around with a pronounced bulge in their pants. Like, make way, make way for the supreme Bulge! The Bulge of the universe.

Personally, I don't get why men want to draw attention to that area. I think a BULGING penis is gross. It is bad enough if you are wearing tight jeans and are sitting with your legs apart. I always thought men would feel embarrassed about it. Now, an entirely new horizon that men might actually be enjoying that is opening up.

Which dick-headed idiot came up with the absurd idea of a push-up brief anyway? I mean, doesn't it make you look like you kena HANTAM in the groin? And then swelling occurs?

Lingga says @#%$! at 5:27 PM

I forgot to blog about my English oral. It went well! I basically bullshitted my way through. During picture description, I kinda dissected the setting apart and scrutinized it bit by bit, minute detail by minute detail... and so when I was done with it, I was already halfway through! =D My picture wasn't hard. It showed a big group of people mostly comprising of Eurasians waving enthusiastically at the camera (I swear, 2 of the Asians inside looked DAMN like LKY and David Marshall. I wasn't the only one who thought so!!). And that was it. Much better, at least, than Sasa's picture which was of 2 couples jumping into the air and cheering.

Anyway, changed the layout le. Tsubasa chronicle! =D I know it's more or less the same as the Incomparable one. But I'm too lazy to think of a new fitting lah! This arrangement works for ALL images, I tell you. And you notice the blogger bar is gone? *whoops and dances around* LINGGA ONE, BLOGGER ZERO!

The image is the back cover of Blaze, by Kinya, which is the theme song for Tsubasa. It's temporary until Carrie replies about the one I'm getting her to help me code. I can't do iframes lah! But the layout I designed is for iframes, and I dunno how to code iframes... Like those you click on Links, Tagboard, Blah blah and they appear in the same textbox? Yes, I can't do that. I can't draw graphs either, which is why I'm online instead of doing my maths homework. I really can't make any sense of the question ok. The points plotted don't even give you a curve in the end! BLAH.

Lingga says @#%$! at 4:42 PM

Saturday, July 09, 2005

SIGHHHHH.

What can I say? It was BAD.

When I went in, I forgot to show my IC. There were 2 male teachers, and one of them said something which sounded intelligible to my ears, so I smiled as if I knew what he was talking about and sat down. And then he raised his eyebrow and went in this impatient tone "shen fen zheng!" So of course he had asked me for my IC but I had stupidly sat down instead.

My first question was something about this anonymous man who donated 20k to some poor family, and how I felt about it. Lamely I asked him to repeat the question, which is the oldest trick in the world so I can have like 3 more seconds to think, and to take the cherry off the cake I fumbled while doing it, so it was so obviously FAKE lah. And he snickered as if every student before him had done so and dutifully repeated the question. A fat lot of good it did me because I screwed it up anyway. I said the first thing that came to my mind, and it was only after I said the first 5 words then did I realise the point was not applicable, but I couldn't possibly NOT finish it and ask him if I could restart, so I finished it.

So much for a good start.

I am, however, going to worship Eric Tay forever! One of the questions we discussed in class came out. Do you think Singaporeans are too arrogant? I couldn't believe my ears when I heard it. Incredible luck. At least I had SOME chance to redeem myself.

Not that my sentences sounded very coherent. At times I seriously didn't understand what I was saying. And I'm the one who has supposedly already formed them in the brain.

Blah. Throughout the whole thing the one on my left sat and stared at me with a stern look and the one on my right only knew how to snicker. I swear eevrytime i looked at him he was snickering. So I didn't look at them. I rolled my eyes up to the ceiling which I did like 5 times in 10 seconds as if my inspiration was on the ceiling. I might have seemed rude. >.<

Apparently I was in there for quite a long time, as Oi Man informed, but it seemed like only 5 minutes to me. When it was over the guy on my left pushed the IC to me and I stood up and picked it up and dropped it.

Then I started to cry in the quarantine room!

Not because I was sad and depressed and all I AM GOING TO FAIL MY CHINESE I WILL HAVE NO FUTURE. It was simply because I was shocked "ah shit, screw again" and so teared a bit. Yeah well.

On Friday Jia, Nicky, Dev and I had lunch at Pizza Hut! The students' deal (which is probably the only perk around for being a student) was totally worth it, I think. It's only $5.95! I had the Hawaiian pizza I'd been drooling over for weeks... *sigh* And we ordered meatballs in cream and cheese. Oh my God I love stringy cheese. I declare Pizza Hut cheese to be rawkin' stringy! It was completely fun, and we took loads of pictures of Nicky making a fool of himself, and an occasional picture of Dev too =) Other than the fact that while waiting for my bus, I said sorry to a pillar at the bus stop after banging into it, thinking it was a human, and there were people close enough to hear me.

Andnovation Carnival today. FUN! =D Wayy better than last year's, when we had to don stupid ties that threatened to strangle us, and had to hou zhe lian pi to introduce our product to other people. Of course, we had air con in the hall last year, and thus hardly sweated at all. But thanks to the crappy weather and the bloody sun these few weeks...

At the bazaar on the grounds, we kena ambushed by people trying to force their food on us. I spent a lot of money on brownies (the malay girls made really nice brownies! I bought 3 in all). And there was the kebab I was forced to buy (but the chicken didn't taste bad! The sauce it was marinated in was tasty). And there was Faris who titled me the Bitch of This Week just because I wouldn't buy his inferior quality food! Hmph. Not that I didn't enjoy being termed Bitch of This Week. The Bitch of This Week herself spent money on Wenwen's muffins and a little cup of orange juice from Jin Ning's stall. She wasn't as ~~stupid~~ nice as Chia Chia who went around buying all the food her juniors sold! Such a sweet senior.

Then we went up to check out the action at the class stall. The test tubes looked great. Really great. I want to make one for myself!

I had no idea the stress balls (balloons stuffed with flour) would sell so well either! At a ridiculous price of $1.90 too. A particularly large amount of orders came from the teachers. Of course, they were probably selling so well because the kids weren't using it to relieve their stress, but to play chateh/throw it at one another/toss from the fourth story to the first floor like some idiot Dev saw do.

LEE MIN ER BOUGHT MY BRIGHT PINK STRESS BALL! T_T I forgot to reserve it on Friday. Wahhh!!!

Anyway, there weren't enough, so we had to buy more flour and balloons and make them on the spot in 1/4's classroom. I tell you, after sitting in there for 2 hours, paying $1.90 is FAIR. It is simply JUST, for all the guts we slogged out. And thanks very much JODY, for sparking off a flour fight! I chased her all around the goddamn blog with a funnel sticking out of my half-filled balloon and spilled flour on some lady's pants. She was the nose-stuck-in-the-air type, so she wasn't very pleased. But whatever. All of us had flour dumped on us by someone. And were like dressed in black all over. Cleaning up 1/4's classroom was a terror. All the flour we managed (somehow) to spill.

We had tons of leftover flour and balloons though. We should continue making and selling them, or else what a waste! Since they're such rip-offs but people buy them anyway =)

Tomorrow's some lousy WalkfoFUND thing. Raising funds for Anderson's school building. I'm completely washing my hands off it this year! And ponning it. It's nuts I tell you. 7am at Bishan Park on a Sunday to walk 5km! Some five-day work week.

Lingga says @#%$! at 11:31 PM

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

Fucking shit!

English AND O Level MT oral tomorrow! Plus PE! 3 fucking rounds around the school! And then netball! More fucking running! T___________T CHIA CHIA IS SO LUCKY TO GET IT OVER AND DONE WITH TODAY. The topics they got weren't difficult! I wish I'd gotten moved up 2 places. Now I have to panick over both of them. Oh God, picture description. And I stuttered like I'd never strung words together before in my whole life when I practised talking just now. I hate things involving BRAINS. I wish my brain would GO AND DIE, OR BE A HELL LOT SMARTER, SO I WON'T STONE AND SCREW UP MY ORAL.

Lingga says @#%$! at 6:14 PM

Monday, July 04, 2005

Ok fine. My memory's a gone case. I forgot to blog about the hilarious thing with the SQUIRRELS I did with Wenwen!!

See, after school ended on Friday, Wen and I were supposed to go get lunch. I wanted to go to Pizza Hut lah, because of the $5.95 students deal, and the glass of pepsi REALLY looked inviting (I have the flyer as proof! But of course Wen had to shatter my dreams and tell me it's all a commercial lie), PLUS there were big fat meatballs on the spaghetti (Commercial lies! All lies!) and looked damn appetizing.

But of course the point IS to make it look appetizing, so kids like us'll get drawn there by the tall glasses of pepsi and big fat meatballs.

Anyway. When we got to the one at AMK Central, we didn't dare to go in. WE WERE INTIMIDATED BY THE SERVING STAFF! It was all foreign territory inside, once we pushed through the door.. what if we had no money to pay? Furthermore, there was no sign advertising the students deal. I wanted to go in to ask, but scared xia suay, so in the end we didn't.

I was against the idea of eating at the hawker centers! Thanks to the bloody hot sun lah! I was practically dehydrated from all the sweat it sucked up from me. I wanted AIR CON BLASTING IN MY FACE. So I was all, Fast food! Fast food! And we looked at Mos Burger apprehensively, and I made a face and told her how much I disliked it because of its ridiculous prices and abnormally small portions (which is why I've only eaten Mos Burger once in my entire life!). And so she went in and looked at the prices and she agreed. So we were at a loss - WHAT TO DO?

THEN THE RAY OF LIGHT SHONE IN!

IT WAS CHIA CHIA! =DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

And Nicky, who had accompanied her to get her ankle guard. Well, my BRILLIANT MOMMY looked at us and solved our problems. She said, "aiyah, go eat Long John's lah!"

THE SHEER BRILLIANCE! *is stunned*

Of course! Long John's! We were complete idiots not to have thought of it. So we bade them goodbye, and trotted happily to Long John's.

BUT GOD WAS JEALOUS OF OUR GOOD FORTUNE! (ok I shall cut the lame drama out)

Can you believe it? Long John's and the cinema were under construction! They were renovating it! Of all freaking times! Now we had no Long John's to fall back on! *weeps*

Fine. We were not ones to be toppled by adversity. We squared our shoulders, set our jaws and headed towards KFC bravely. And so I joked. I said, "Hahaha, skali KFC under renovation also I go and die ah" (I should really learn to keep my mouth shut. That day, Ms Sheela was all, I'm going to pick someone to answer my questions, and she scrutinized the class register, and I said to Chia Chia jokingly "If she picks me I'm going to kill her", not BELIEVING I was that suay and Sheela went "Where's Yiling?" and it took me a while to REGISTER that I really was that suay) And guess what, guess what?! When we got to KFC, IT WAS FREAKING UNDER CONSTRUCTION TOO! They'd cut out half of it to make room for Pizza Hut! And so both KFC and Pizza Hut were under construction! Holy shit! Ang Mo Kio's collapsing, I tell you! Too old, that's why all the buildings are crumbling! *fumes*

And so we had no choice but to eat at the hawker center. SIGH. No air con blasting in my face *weeps again* But we did meet a very nice uncle selling sugarcane juice. Wen got her can of Pepsi from him. But she didn't finish it, despite my continually telling her to so she wouldn't hurt the uncle's feelings.

Still deprived of the air con I was dreaming about, we went to the library. First, we went into Courts =D I tell you, I think people at Courts REALLY hate us students. One day they'll have people at the door with broomsticks to chase us out, I swear.

So then at the library, we borrowed books. I can't get over Jennifer Crusie's obsession with older women. Her characters are all 30+ 40+! I mean, I can accept a 34-year old, but a FORTY-TWO year old flirting and having sex and being the female lead in a romance novel? Who does all sorts of kinky stuff and wears revealing clothes? I'm not discriminating against AGE or something, and 40 year old plus women are sexy, yes yes. But OH MY GOD maybe I'm narrow-minded. BUT I CAN'T VISUALIZE IT! It makes me. Sick. *covers eyes* Ok I shall stop ranting. BUT PEOPLE WHO ARE 40+ HAVE TEENAGE CHILDREN BY NOW!

But whatever. There was this uncle in front of us on his own couch, and he was asleep and snoring. I HATE SNORERS! It was in a library too. It wasn't too loud, but thanks to being cursed with extremely sharp ears, I pick up snoring damn easily. So I nudged Wen and told her about it, and we both stared at him for a bit, thinking about the evil fish which flipped water at me EVEN THOUGH IT WAS WEN WEN WHO SAID IT WAS UGLY.

Then we went to the swings! Imitated squirrels mating (I mean the sounds they make, not the process) as we swung up and down on the swings. Damn cute, if I can say so myself =D It went something like Qweeeeeee! And then we started experimenting with a male squirrel. Ok, it just sounded like Syn Yeow. So we decided to do a male Syn Yeow squirrel. It was very fun.

Yes finished Tsubasa Epi 13! Shall have to wait till next week for Epi 14 =)

Lingga says @#%$! at 12:34 PM

Oh I forgot to mention Nicky's souvenirs back from Japan! Personally I think the cuddly soft toys Jia and I got (supposed to be father and son) look like germs. Like those magnified ones in cleaning advertisments, and they'll focus on the father germ running and yelling Let's get out of here! Insert-brand-name-here is coming! And all the little germ families squealing and running away.

Mine is the son. It's like, erm, a small, light green germ. It has a tail with beads strung on it, and a name tag that says Kiccoro. IT HAS CUTE FEET AND EARS.

Jia's one is the father, and it's a big, dark green germ. It also has a tail and sorts, with a name tag that says Moziro. I think. Is it Moziro Jia?

Ok, it's MoRIzo. I just checked her blog.

Morizo has bigger eyes (since my Kiccoro doesn't even look like it has eyes. Ok, it has eyes, but they're just tiny little black dots. Morizo has eyes with pupils inside it!) and a mouth!! It looks just like a father germ, my God. They are supposed to be very famous creatures in Japan. Household brands. But here they're reduced to germ-like thingys. Poor things.

Lingga says @#%$! at 12:12 PM

Sunday, July 03, 2005

No fair! Jia has the USB cable to move the images in her phone into her com! I don't! WAHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Hmph. Anyway. Here's something we did during Bio =)

So cute right!

Lingga says @#%$! at 3:37 PM

I SHALL BLOG ABOUT MY PAST WEEK!

Starting from last Tuesday. I remember this particular incident at Yishun MRT, when I was returning home after netball. where there was this slightly plump, bespectacled middle-aged man who approached me and asked me if I knew which train he was supposed to take for Choa Chu Kang. So I'm like, erm, I'm not sure, but you can check those boards there which tell you what stations you'll arrive at if you take which side (I mean, their purpose is to precisely answer questions like that, right?!) So what infuriated me was that when I gestured towards the board, the man, seeing that I had no straight answer to give him, turned his back on me and walked away! Without even bothering to finish listening to what I was saying! And there I was, prattling after him, thinking he was going to look at the board himself, but he dismissed me with a wave of his hand from behind (HE DIDN'T EVEN TURN AROUND AND DEIGN TO DO IT FACING ME!), like Oh, you're not worth my time because you don't have what I want. And I stopped prattling only AFTER I realised he'd approached another man and was asking him the same question he'd asked me. I mean, he couldn't even be bothered to at least THANK me and tell me he didn't need my help?! He left me looking like I was mumbling to myself! I was so freaking pissed off by his actions and how he'd ignored me like that. GRRR. What happened to MANNERS? DECENCY? POLITENESS? Stinking, rude asshole of a MAN.

Fine. So on Wed, Grace, Bert, Ben, Lok and I met up to watch Initial D. =) Before that, in school, Sankari and I had to go for the New South Wales writing thing. We were to go to 4/1 at 3pm and do our writing till 3.30pm. So after EFL, the two of us had our lunch and we sat at a table with a clear view of the 4/1 classroom, and began to wait.

We began to talk as we waited, and what surprised us was that half an hour had passed, and we saw no students streaming into 4/1, waiting to do their writing like us, nor Mrs Lawrence, who was supposed to brief us. So we sat and continued to talk, until 3.40pm. Turned out the NEXT day we found out that the "4/1 classroom" we were looking at WASN'T the 4/1 classroom at all! It was a big mistake -_____-'' We thought the old 3/1 classroom would be the new 4/1 classroom, because 3/2 had become 4/2 and so on, but NOOOO. So we actually just skipped the whole thing. But more about that later.

Watched the movie afterwards with Grace and the rest. Everyone should eat something while they watch that movie. IT MADE US SO HUNGRY! They kept flashing tofu (which I thought was appetizing, BUT GRACE AND BERT DISAGREED! My feelings are hurt T_T) at us, and stuffed cheesecake into mouths and ate their bian dang. Ji dan.

"wo mai le yi jian hen xing gan de yong yi..." The yong yi in question was NOT xing gan! It was a tankini! And Anne Suzuki's voiceover said it in a really sao way. =/ Jay's effort to cry was commendable ok! Sure, we all know it's fake, but come on lah, we know he can't act! I thought that if you didn't try to read too much into it, it looked pretty realistic.

But the ending was total crap.

On thursday, I managed to saddle myself with a make-up writing session for that New South Wales writing thing, rip my right contact lens which was only 3 days old, and have my zipper eat the material of my bag, hence spoiling it.

The lens fell out during class, and without any case or saline solution, I had to borrow Jia's bottle cap and pour water from her water bottle (which was WATER FROM THE WATER COOLER!) into it, and use it to contain the lens. I had to go about with only one lens in my left eye, which was alright at first since my left eye is pretty much more dominant, but there was the mother of all headaches brewing at the back of my head, about to launch a homing missle on me when I was unprepared!

So yes, I went around like that for 3 hours. And did my writing that way. Australians are screwed up people. That was NOT an exposition, Ms Heng! It was completely unexpected and might I add lame.. I wrote crap too >.<

When I returned to class at 2+, which was empty, some teacher stepped in, went, "oh you have to clear the class in 15 minutes for the O Level MT Orals." And I'm like looking at the books strewn all over my table, and the floor and the stupid bottle cap with water from the water cooler and my right lens inside and going, what the fuck, and hurriedly packing my stuff and then lugging the plastic bag containing my shoebox and my bag and the bottle cap which I carried in one hand, went around looking for Xue Ling, because I figured that since today was Thursday and there was netball, Xue Ling would surely have her contacts and saline solution so she could put them on for netball. BUT. I forgot that Xue Ling had sprained her ankle and was not going for netball at all! T____________T

So I made Mas and her accompany me into the toilet where I tried to stuff the damn thing into my eye. Thing is, the water had made the outside of the lens all slippery and wet, BUT the inside was still dry because the liquid it was soaked in wasn't saline solution. Plus water ruins lenses. I got it into my eye, and it wouldn't move. Like, it won't slide up and down the eye like it does usually. So I panicked with it stuck to my eyeball, and tried to get it out, but it was with a certain amount of difficulty since it was dry and STUCK, and Mas was panicking and going "Oh my God Xue Ling SAVE HER SAVE HER!" (Mas is so cute =D), and I was going Shit shit shit all the while, and then poof! It came out. The whites of my eye were totally bloodshot. I stared at the lens, reluctant to put it back, and guess what? Guess what? THERE IS A FREAKING TEAR IN THE MIDDLE OF THE LENS! I RIPPED A HOLE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE LENS WHICH I HAD ONLY WORN FOR 3 DAYS!

T__________________________T

So I went to netball like that. Sigh. I was afraid the myopia in the left eye would increase, and there were mini-missiles being launched at me in my head! Bad, bad day.

Oh, I forgot to mention that as I met Xue Ling in the stairwell, with Mas, I met Sasa too, who opened my bag to retrieve her Marianne Chong. Thing is, when she zipped it up, the zipper got caught on the bag. An amazing amount of material was stuck inside the zip. No matter how much Sasa tugged, it wouldn't budge. Furthermore, there was not enough space for me to get my big plastic file out, with the zip stuck in that awkward position. I swear I really felt like banging my head against the wall when I saw that.

Thank goodness Angelyn and Ankita, after some serious wrenching, managed to get the zipper free and moving. I LOVE YOU TWO! =DDD

Friday was Youth Day celebrations, so everyone could come in casual clothes. I really HATE the material of our class tee! It's so heavy and rough and the manufacturer claims it's 100% cotton. 100% cotton my ass. The teachers staged a last minute mini-concert for us. Could tell it was last minute since everyone was still singing with their lyrics in front of them, hehe. And the poor teacher who sang Lin Jun Jie's Jiang Nan. I think he was the unlucky one forced to after they o-ya-pay-ya-som-ed... since he couldn't carry a note -_______-'' Still. Commendable efforts, everyone! (but during the concert, which was held in the canteen-cum-hall, where everyone including me almost sweated to death, I was totally wishing they would just let us all sit in the temp block classroom to enjoy the aircon for 1 whole hour)

Finished watching Tsubasa epi 12! Hope epi 13 will come out quickly =D

Lingga says @#%$! at 3:18 PM

*pokes motionless blog*

Even though I don't feel like blogging, I shall blog when there's 20MB of each Tsubasa episode to be downloaded left. Thank God there's only 26 episodes in total. If it was like CCS, with 70, my com would die in protest.

So for the past week. What happened? Oh yeah I never did blog about the chalet. But it's so tiring to recount all that's happened! Especially since I have to comment on Synny so many times. Ok never mind I'll give a short, summarised version here.

Might I mention that I wrote my very first bike that day? Ok, it was on a two-seater lah, with Wen balancing in front, but still it was a bike! At least I didn't fall off it flat on my face or whatever. We had a freaking fun time cycling! =D But poor Weiwei had a minor collision, her bike chain came off, and her bike was ruined. She also sustained a skin wound!

And at night, told ghost stories. SYN YEOW IS WEIRD AND ABNORMAL! I shall list some of the more memorable disturbing things he did at the chalet.

1) On the bus to Downtown East, right in front of Wen and me and everyone on the bus to our public humiliation, he leaped up, latched onto the horizontal handlebar, and did pull ups.
2) He did pull ups on the bars that were supposed to be for drying laundry at the house.
3) Scared all of us by jumping up and roaring when he got scared.

Elaboration on No. 3-

When we were in Yixuan, Xinyi, Shunwei, Wen, Sasa and my room, aka room no. 4, and when we were on the bed and Nicky was telling Jia Ru, Sasa, Leroy, Dev, Synny and I ghost stories, he mentioned that it was best not to sit with your back facing the mirror, and when Synny, who was sitting in that position, heard that, without warning he ROARED, leaped up, dragged OUR (THE BLANKETS WE WOULD HAVE TO SLEEP WITH!) blankets with him, and ran out of the room. For 15 minutes he stood shivering outside the door with the blankets wrapped around him. Because he made the shadows cast on the wall Leroy, Sasa and I were facing flicker, we made him come in and sit on the floor. But not before he cast an apprehensive look under the bed.

So Nicky was engrossed in telling us the stories, and Divek poked his head in and went BOO! and in that split second Syn Yeow had done his terrifying roar and scared everyone out of their skins. We all screamed because HE scared us! I'm not sure how to explain the way he roars. It was a cry of fear, but instead of a high pitched scream or a deep shout or whatever, his is this ERGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. There's this groundbreaking impact when he does it. It really, really, really, shocks you. Worse, stinking Divek did it twice, and Syn Yeow repeated his actions twice, and everyone got scared out of their skins twice. GOD.

Anyway, Yixuan was one of the few who escaped to room 3 so they wouldn't have to hear the ghost stories. When she knocked on the door and I opened it so she could get something, she entered and said, I think the wall is haunted. Basically both her and Wen felt that our room was eerie (which was why all of slept in room 3 later, but I'll get there in a while). Then Nicky went, yes people, I think there's something eerie about this room.. there's a moth on the mirror. Which is supposed to be unlucky I think. Anyway, when Syn Yeow heard that, he was all, LET'S LEAVE THE ROOM. And we're like, relax, Syn Yeow. And he's like, No we should leave! So to accomodate him, we all left (because we were starting to feel the goosebumps).

Later as Wen and I said, standing in the corridor, Let's go to room 3, he appeared behind us and said in this ominous tone, Whatever you do, don't go to room 4. And the two of us are like, !!!

Oh yes, we went bowling that night too. One of my worst scores ever. And unexpectedly I was first in my group! HAHAHAHA. With a score of 40-something. How absolutely pathetic. Next to us, Jin Jun was going, We're not amateurs. We're beginners. Amateurs should be scoring 3 digits. And my arms are like twitching from wanting to stuff his head into the gutter.

When we got to the chalet, WE REALISED WE DIDN'T HAVE THE KEYS! It was with Ellysa and the others, who were still at the bowling alley. So guess how we got in? We could have climbed the miserable excuse for a wall (with holes in them so we can use them as foot rests, to top it off), but Yixuan remembered that the window to our room couldn't be locked. So we made the guys climb in and unlock the doors. My God, that place is just an invitation for a burglary. It's so easy to break into.

I slept a grand total of ten minutes. Amy and I started copying homework at 7am. Jenna was acting unbelievably hyper and went around us talking nonstop.

Ok I'm breaking all chronological rules here. Now I shall go back to what happened after we "broke into the house". I bathed first, and didn't notice anything weird about the window. But apparently Yixuan, Wen and Shunwei all have this paranoia about windows. They don't like windows in bathrooms, especially those with lights outside. Because you never know what might appear outside. They don't like mirrors either, like me, because something that's not your face might just flash across it.

Shall end here. The downloads ended ages ago. Milton slept through FOUR calls. Well, he can't blame me if his com goes up in flames in the morning =)

Lingga says @#%$! at 1:39 AM