t s u b a s a reservoir chronicle

Sunday, October 23, 2005

Thanks to ~~the stupid~~ Ai Guo You Qing Tian, My Date With A Vampire 3 will be pushed to start only at 11.30pm and hence end at 1.30am. HELL. I no need sleep already lah. I'm thinking maybe I should just skip it and wait till I get the VCDs. But. But.

THE YULE BALL IS SO PRETTY! Everyone looks pretty at the Yule Ball (with the exception of Ron, who looks like a racoon crawled onto his head and died, quote Kel). Cedric looks majorly pretty. Too bad he dies after just one movie. Cho's robes at the Yule Ball are quite ridiculous. Alright, it's really just the sleeves which turn me off. When I'm free I'll post some pretty pictures of the pretty Yule Ball =) Of course, you can simply go to Mugglenet.com to check em out.

TOMORROW IS JUDGEMENT DAY AGAIN LAH. I think I'm seriously in deep shit. Pooh. Whatever. I'LL TAKE IT LIKE IT IS, BABY. And my Chinese revision isn't going too well =/

Lingga says @#%$! at 6:55 PM

Aiyah, I just remembered all the recent hooha about students insulting teachers on their blogs. Damn, what if the school turns on me? What if Mr Tan sues me! I think I'd rather kill myself than close down my blog. IT'S LIKE, THIS IS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE.

Then again, I haven't insulted anyone lately. Plus I AM TELLING THE TRUTH!

Oh yes, screw all that. I really think Mr Tan smacks largely of a crazy old pervert when he confiscates belts. See, he just stands next to the girl with this lecherous-looking smirk (and his disturbing facial hair, which I shall term The Moustache, thrives on its glory) with one hip cocked out, his hands tucked behind him and his body language screaming I AM THE SUPREME. And then will proceed to question the girl in a tone he fills with amusement in what he apparently thinks is witty repertoire (for example, Where is your waist? Come to think of it, I should have gestured innocently at my waist the first time he pounced on me and he can't blame me right, he asked for my waist what!). You can SEE the satisfaction just radiating out from him in waves as he corners his target. I mean, isn't it slightly perverted to be deriving so much pleasure from taking a girl's belt? He slings them all over his arm prominently. Like, Hoho, beware of me, the Belt-Confiscater! Plus, we saw him handing the day's haul ("Here it is, Mr Ang, today's catch!") to Mr Ang in a definite I'm-so-satisfied fashion after assembly! I wonder what Mr Ang does with so many belts. Jia reckons that may be why Mr Tan didn't confiscate any on Friday. Probably Mr Ang's told him to cease because he doesn't know what to do with so many belts. I swear, next to Mr Tan Mr Ang seems positively FRIENDLY!

I wonder how he cultivated The Moustache. I've never seen anyone with such a, er, fine specimen. It's pretty admirable how he managed to style it. Quite classic, actually, like something out of the early 19th century. Not many people go around with thick and strong moustaches nowadays right.

He actually owns a dark purple checkered shirt!

And he's the teacher I thought had a stick stuffed up his ass a year ago when he reprimanded Wen, Jia and Sasa outside of the girl's bathroom. If I remember correctly, it was because Wen was splashing water at the other 2 and they were making some noise as they came out of the bathroom. So I was pushing the door open to check if they were coming out when this teacher (which was Mr Tan) materialized (yes, MATERIALIZED OUT OF THIN AIR! Seemingly) and scolded the 3 of them for making noise. It wasn't even a 10 second mini-warning or something, it was a full blown lecture. For making noise when coming out of the bathroom. I wasn't involved because, well I wasn't involved, but the thing is, I don't even think it was during curriculum time! So he was chiding the 3 of them because, what, they were noisy coming out of the bathroom?! After school hours?

Just went to search for the entry in my blog. I thought I'd blogged about it, but I can't seem to find it. Ah well, can't be bothered. Shall end here. Hope I won't get sued xD

Lingga says @#%$! at 12:28 AM

Saturday, October 22, 2005

Well, blame my stupid red mouse for the lack of updates! It died on me and rendered my cursor immobile. Hence I was left to fend for myself with only the keyboard. I tell you it's no joke trying to go about MSN with just a bloody keyboard. See, first to sign in, I hit the Windows key on the keyboard, and then pressed the down key to search for the MSN program, and then when the MSN window opened, I pressed more of the down key to search for the person I was going to talk to, and when another person popped up to talk to me, I had to hit the Windows key AGAIN, repeat all the down crap until I saw the MSN icon, and hit Enter, and search downwards for the damn person's name, and Enter-ed, and had to repeat all that if ANOTHER person looked for me! In the end I gave up and ignored all those blinking windows. Plus, I couldn't surf the net, or play Sims 2. =(

Now I'm using my sis's computer mouse.

Tan Teck Poh is extremely absurd. Of the 100 plus girls or so I see walking around school with at-the-butt belts, he had to confiscate mine. MINE. I thought I had the good girl look down pat. Honestly, I've never thought of my belt as low. Like, below the hips low. I mean, ok lah it's lower than the waist, BUT THE WAIST IS REALLY QUITE HIGH. It's like tying a rope around your tummy. It makes me feel quite ridiculous. I've been walking around with my belt at that level for MONTHS, pass Mr Ang, Major Chong, 700 other teachers and no one has ever felt the need to point out that my belt is disgraceful!

So when he was sauntering down the row during assembly with that annoying smug look on his face you dearly wish to smack and vanish, confiscating belts, I merely cast a cursory look at my socks and pasted nonchalence on my face (you know, the type you put on whenever a teacher approaches), and to my utter shock he stopped next to me, hands locked behind his back and smirking with his head cocked to one side and an expression of satisfaction on his face (I have it all memorized! It is his AHA! I HAVE CAUGHT YOU WITH LOW BELT look, one that he assumes whenever he sees a potential victim) and was all, Where's your waist? I was seriously caught off guard. I pulled my belt up a few cm tentatively (grimacing inwardly) and he went, Is that the best you can do? So I was going mentally, God what is WRONG with him?, and moved it even higher, it was like practically at my chest, so obviously it DROOPED, and anyway I needn't have bothered trying to move my belt up anyway after all he CONFISCATED IT! I was going to tell him I could have tightened it because of the velcro at the back, but he didn't let me.

I had to get a new belt from the bookshop, which was frustratingly TINY because the bookshop auntie claimed they were all free sized (CONSPIRACY I TELL YOU). $2.50 is a lot for a strip of cloth. Anyway, I swopped mine with Sumaiyah, whose was longer and certainly not as loose as my previous one. So imagine my SHOCK when Mr Tan caught me AGAIN the next day!

He was doing the same thing the next day, confiscating belts (I vaguely recall someone telling me he had a haul of 29 belts the previous day) and Amy and Sankari were hissing at us to pull up our belts because Mr Tan was nearby, so I yanked up and tightened my belt to a ridiculous level like everyone else (Mavis from the next class looked particularly amusing). When we were dismissed, I mistakenly assumed we were safe and hence lowered my belt, only to have him assault me from behind! I almost died when I saw his smirking face again repeating the lines from yesterday *SCREAM* Like what bad luck do I have? 2 consecutive times in 2 days T_T

Anyway, I'm ashamed to say I totally grovelled when he was gonna take my belt away. Like, talk about eating humble pie. I was all, I'LL COME BACK ON FRIDAY TO SHOW YOU MY BELT, PLEASE? *buries face in hands* SO COMPLETELY ASHAMED I LOST MY SPINE AND GROVELLED! GRR!! Still, it was for a good cause (I don't regret it much, I guess) since he relented and let me keep my belt. With a snide "just make sure it stays on your waist" (it was not on my waist. My chest and my waist are at two different levels, Mr Tan). Unfortunately, now when I walk past the staff room on the third floor, my eyes dart around and my hand reaches for my belt instinctively everytime I see a male teacher wearing pants. It's tiring on the heart -.-

But OBVIOUSLY I am not going to walk around with my belt at my chest. Like, dream on. There's only one week of school left before I can go for netball with my belt at as ridiculous a level as I want and nobody can do nothing, ha-ha =D

But it wouldn't end up anywhere remotely near my butt, because hello, it is totally ugly. And turn-offy. I'm not sure WHY some girls go for the butt thing (heck, even below the butt), but it is not even appealing! It just looks plain wrong.

Speaking of end of school, we get our results back on Monday -_______-'' Let me just tell you that based on the couple of minutes I actually looked up and paid attention in the hall when they went through the scripts, is that I know my Chem Paper 1 and Paper 2 Section A is finished, my Bio Paper 1 is a goner and my A Math is certainly not going as well as I thought it was. However, for Lit my name appeared on the transparency under this little paragraph that I assume was the answer for this essay question, the only problem being that I DID NOT WRITE THAT LITTLE PARAGRAPH. I do not use words like PROPOGATE. So unless Ms Lee was commending my real answer, she's mistakenly put the wrong name to the wrong answer. Not much of a consolation right?

But at least I still have "one last golden day of peace" (quote Harry Potter/JK Rowling) tomorrow, during which I shall have to mug like nuts for my Chinese O Levels which is only 8 days away.

Oh oh, I got another Distinction for the New South Wales English. Incredulously, my spelling is 33% while the country's average is 40%. I GOT BELOW THE AVERAGE FOR SPELLING. SO DISGRACEFUL LAH. I flipped through the past year certs I'd gotten, and my spelling was like 100% for all. This year it's drooped to a miserable 33%. WHAT IS GOING ON!

And if you still remember (ok, obviously no one does, because even delusional me knows I have no rabid fan who reads my archives every damn day), I mentioned this particular New South Wales Essay Writing competition I took part in a few months back, with only one contact lens in my left eye and the mother of all headaches brewing? Well, the piece of shit I'd managed to produce actually claimed DISTINCTION. That's even more unbelievable. This only tells me one thing, and that's that New South Wales' standard of English is rubbish. Anyway, in the analysis of my writing they sent back, apparently I have lousy punctuation. Though my spelling was per my normal standard. Still, even though NSW is totally undependable and inaccurate, the best part is that the school's paid for me to take the tests and I get to keep those pretty certs. Hey, my future boss won't know that NSW has a pretty low standard for Distinction, will he? It's still a DISTINCTION, after all! Details, details.

I think I shall have to go to jail for a very, very long time if the police ever raid my com for evidence of internet piracy =/

Lingga says @#%$! at 11:34 PM

Monday, October 17, 2005

My mouse is screwed.

The little ball under it has taken to being stuck in its hidey-hole at times and refusing to oblige when I swerve it to the right. I have to shake it vigourously until it dislodges evry 5 minutes. Irritating piece of... material.

I knew the school was up to no good when they planned out our post-exam activities for us, and I was right. While it's not perpetual speech day (literally) like last year, this year it's 2 hours of sex education (like we have anything we need to learn) followed by 1 hour of recess (what is the point now that we're deprived of edible food?!) and then 2 hours of MT lessons >.< We break school at 12.40pm, which means there's 2 hours and 50 minutes to kill before netball! So much time -.-

I love netball, I need netball to exterminate all the extra weight I've gained.

The post exam activities are such a waste of time, I'd be better off sleeping and vanishing those hideous, permanent eyebags. We don't even have "Combat Exercise" like the Sec 1s do (not that I have any frigging idea what it is, but it sounds exciting) nor inter-class games as the Sec 2s are fortunate enough to get. No, we get (boring) sex talk and mother tongue lessons! Pfft.

One of my Sims gave birth to twin girls.

Ji dan. I always have ideas on what to blog when I'm NOT online, and then I come online and find out all the ideas have run away. Whatever. Who needs ideas anyway! I'll just proclaim myself "anti-book" and that "book sux". Sorry, that was completely random. What I meant to say is, I'll stop blogging. Yeah.

Lingga says @#%$! at 9:49 PM

Sunday, October 16, 2005

I, er, know I said I would update. But the $54.90 Sims 2 CD is just sitting there! I couldn't have let you all waste $54.90 on my birthday present and just ignore it right? So I must put it to good use! And besides, I'm letting my brain disintegrate naturally. If I just mindlessly create beautiful Sims people (my God, the female teenagers have SO MANY CLOTHES TO CHOOSE FROM! But it's hard to make cute guys. All the pre-set ones are ugly and those which are passable I've already taken... so it comes as no surprise that 70% of my neighbourhood is female. Except for the kids, my Sims couples keep giving birth to sons, I wonder why), I'm all the neurons will just pass away peacefully.

I finally got my Nikes. $79. Every shop in Queenstown had a marked down price of $93.45 and everyone gave 15% discounts. So in the end Wen, Jin Ning and I went back to the friendly indian uncle's shop (there were 2, but I went back to the second because he said there would be all sizes) to get my shoes. It's called Salmi and Sons. Or something.

Ok I just went out to check. It's Salam and Sons. The plastic bag wasn't very appealing. It was pink, with blue printing, and there were 2 figures on the front. At first we thought it was Salam and his son, but then we realised Salam and Sons had another branch. So maybe the 2 figures are his 2 sons because Salam's old and has passed on the business.

The guy in the shop was young and hence we assumed was one of Salam's sons. He was quite cute too, in an Indian-ish way. But this is not relevant information.

Everyone should have lunch at Ikea. Everyone should buy an apartment within walking distance of Ikea and have swedish meatballs for dinner everyday. When I grow up, I will go live in the HDB blocks opposite Ikea and have swedish meatballs every week (not everyday, because I would tire of it).

Only complete and utter bitches who mentally manufacture an insult upon seeing insult-worthy people on the streets, like me, should click here. This is priceless, I tell you, absolutely priceless.

Also people who can't stand the chio bus, and their Language of the Chio Bus, and their obsession with peering from underneath their eyes into the camera at an angle of elevation of 45 degrees, and sucking in their lips to make them disappear in a desperate bid to make them look skinnier (just an inference, but how far off can it be?!) and the dickshit must-haves on their Friendster profiles (for example. Anyone notice how popular the word 'backstabbers' is? I thought I was the only one who noticed it), and will not go home and weep over your evil heart because you laughed at other people should visit The Retard Patrol. It's funny like hell. Makes you realise just how thankful you are to God you don't speak like one of them. Seriously. Now, think of the stupidest and silliest slobbering idiot you can think of. Chances are, he/she will sound intelligent compared to anyone of those featured inside! Heck, even Paris Hilton deserves a Ph.D compared to them. Click it to elevate your self-worth!

And I just wanted to know before I go offline.

Who I Want to Meet:YeaH...Is U..COme On BAby...I waItIng fOr u....ADD ME....

Will you?! WILL YOU?! Holy shit there's some seriously screwed up people in this world. And the author is a GIRL. A GIRL! Who wants to draw you into bed so she can ass-rape you! Not to mention the. Undesirable grammar.

Lingga says @#%$! at 3:19 PM

Thursday, October 13, 2005

OH MY FREAKING GOD! I can't believe it's finally. You know. OVER. It seems just like only YESTERDAY I was mugging my brains out for Chem and shit. I was falling into this DISGUSTING routine: go home, study, have dinner, study, sleep, go to school, go home, study, have dinner, study, sleep. There was no TIME for anything else, no ROOM for anything else in my head! The exams became some sort of time marker. Everything had to happen after them. Knowing that I can do ANYTHING I WANT today, tomrrow, the next day, the day after the next makes me want to blow up with happiness and burst! =DD Knowing that I won't ever have to touch my stupid Bio textbook (one of the exams which I, by the way, screwed up) again (fine, at least for the next couple of weeks) fills me up with so much light-hearted joy I want to float away!! AHH!! I can play Sims 2 for 500 hours until my eyes drop out and no one could give a damn! I can rip as much music I want off the net and I would have all the time in the world to do that!

JOY JOY JOY!!!

And of course. Naturally, with the end of the exams comes with a new realisation - 2005 is ending. I HAVE BEEN A SEC 3 FOR ALMOST A YEAR! I've left 2/7 for 10 months. Next year it'll be the O Levels where I'll be repeating all this mugging shit 5 months earlier than I did this year. Everytime I take a step back and look at the past, without fail I'm struck with the realisation that time flies. Not in one of those corny ways, but seriously, literally, FLIES. Hello, the Sec 3 adventure camp feels just like it was last month. I still remember washing my hair in the sink... and perching on a rock at 11pm in the middle of Bukit Timah Hill (or something)... and how gross those plates were and the black stain it left on my PE shirt!

Damn, I'm so tempted to use one of my newly acquired favourite phrases ("I HAVE TRANSCENDED THE BOUNDARIES OF PETTY MUNDANE THINGS") from The English Teacher. Krishna, by the way, is a stinking pervert. In chapter 3, in like every 2 paragraphs, he "watches her silently", "watched her once again", is "watching her every movement anxiously", and "stood watching her", and God knows how many other damn times in the whole book (ok, only up till Chapter 5, because then she dies, but he could fully have been staring at her photograph or something. Oh wait, he doesn't have to right, because in the end he "transcends the boundaries of time and space" and crosses over to the spiritual world where he can stroke Susila's hair and watch her in her blue sari and smell her jasmine scent again). I tell you, if they weren't married HE WOULD BE A LOONY STALKER!

Probably I can't appreciate TET, or The Pearl, because everytime I finish the books I'm like, Ok this is crap, and I take on my daily routine of picking the characters apart and insulting them, because some of the things they do are so ridiculous! Abovementioned is one fine example of how obsessed Krishna is with his wife till the point of PSYCHOTIC. I can say this because sitting down and analyzing chapter 3 from beginning to end I have been tormented with scenes of Krishna staring beadily at his poor Susila!

God, I miss ranting like this.

Also tons of incidents and events I have to update. Here's how I spent my Mid-Autumn Festival, because Grace wants it too =)

Grace and I waited, I tell you, WAITED! At McDonald's stupidly, just the 2 of us, me with my plastic bag with 20 wooden sticks poking out and another 20 boxes of candles (no, I really don't think I'm exaggerating) nestled in it and an assortment of lanterns. Let's take a look at where the people who were supposed to be with us were instead!

Bert - the poor girl just got discharged from the hospital, and had guests at her house. So I can forgive her.
Lok - the poor boy, the others said, was awfully depressed because of the work he was laiden down with! So even though he was the last one to arrive and made us wait at Mc till 9.50pm, he's off the hook.
Yuan Zi - at 8.15pm when we were supposed to meet, he wasn't there, and 15 minutes later we found out he was at Orchard Hotel or somewhere, having dinner.
Mei Xuan - she lived across the street from McDonald's!! But was watching her Hong Yi Shou Ji.

Being magnanimous and forgiving, I shall let bygones be bygones! Because they all turned up later. Bert was so cute! Her cheeks were puffy and round and fleshy! =) Just her cheeks, and she looked like a healthy, rosy little girl. Haha.

We climbed up the hill. Literally climbed. It was steep ok -.- And we just went scrambling up it like the foolish kids we were, panting in the dark. I did derive some sadistic excitement from imagining myself rolling down the hill or something. But yeah well...

When we got to the top of the hill and looked down at the coffeeshops and cars below us, it was quite a beautiful feeling, because from our height the lights were little bobs of yellow, and the hill behind had their own glowing orbs from the various streetlamps around. It was, shall we simply put it, pretty.

However, when Grace tried to take pictures with her camera, the pictures came out weirdly distorted. Our faces were smudged with strange orange orbs around the surroundings...

Because of the lights.

So we chose a spot off the road in front of some trees. There were tons other people celebrating their Mid Autumn's Fest too (some so capable they sent columns of smoke spiralling 20 feet into the air, and whom we vowed would become disciples of) with their own little corners. Well, we squatted down and got the fire started. Did the usual tricks with the candles, lining out 6A02, but the wind was NOT sporting and promptly blew out all our candles over and over again until we finally gave up lighting them until the wind paused for a moment's rest, and we quickly lit them all up again and took pictures =)

We also lighted up the lanterns and hung 2 on the trees before I realised they were frangipani trees. So, erm, well we weren't very enthusiastic about hanging them then. I took off one, but the other couldn't be retrieved from the branch no matter how hard I tugged. The copper wire had wound itself around the tree branch. Being the scaredy-cat I am, I fled back to the group and tried not to look at the eerie sight of a single pink lantern swaying slightly in the breeze, hanging on a frangipani tree (hey, it was a spooky type of fun!).

A mini-bonfire was started with half a box of candles until Lok/Yuan Zi dropped a frangipani flower in. The moist petals killed the flames slightly and they dropped another one in. I can't remember exactly what else we did but I know they burnt a candle box... and also a hole in the gravel.

It was completely incidental. I think it arised because of our little bonfire... so after they discovered the hole in the gravel (carpark floor type), they started jabbing at it excitedly until the hole widened and filled up with liquid wax. It was BUBBLING away. Like a tiny volcano. Like some science experiment the guys'd cooked up. -.- The girls watched on in fascination.

Around 11.20pm, we started clearing up. We were unsure of what to do with the hole in the ground (some cyclist was going to get a nasty surprise tomorrow) so we left it at that and made our way down the hill to 7-11 where Mei Xuan, Grace and Bert had Nissin Cup Noodles for supper. I can't remember why I didn't eat... but sitting at the playground with all those delicious smells around me T_T my appetite was aroused! So I had a bite from Mei Xuan's cup. Oh I think I remember why! It was the cough that'd plagued me for WEEKS. Hence I couldn't eat Bert's or Grace's because they were spicy! And Mei Xuan's was chicken. Oh yeah.

Grace and I shared a cab home. We rushed into the cab at 11.58pm because after 12 it would have been the midnight charge. The taxi driver drove like a stark raving lunatic! When he pulled into the road under my block I slammed into the window on Grace's side. My entire body lifted up and soared through the air into Grace and the windowpane! May I be damned if I've exaggerated. The taxi driver had the nerve to pretend nothing was wrong! Ooh, the urge to throw a netball at him...

Ah and I owe Grace 2 bucks for the cab ride. Must remember to pay her during the chalet =)

Ok I shall get off the com right now, it's been on since 11am I think. More updates later, I promise.

Welcome back, Lingga!

Lingga says @#%$! at 4:38 PM