somebody call 999. Or 911. Whatever! It's up to you! Just call something that starts with a 9 and is for emergencies!!!!
Today was a perfectly normal-ish boring day. P.E was gone cos' Mr. Lee didn't come. AGAIN. Why can't he even try to come on the last P.E lesson?!?! The weather was perfect(ly) cheerful today............................. T.T Oh well. Nothing much to say. It's goodbye then I guess. 2 MORE DAYS TO EXAMS. :) how terribly exciting.
Everything she says to me is nothing Even words of sympathy mean nothing Feeling down and I hate the sound of nothing What's the point in hanging round for nothing
And I can't remember falling in love with you This is agony And you know you're putting me through
This misery taking every memory Just tell me why this misery won't go away How can we carry on this way
I find it hard to hold a conversation And being with her's just an aggravation I could stay but I haven't got the patience I'm sick of her pathetic explanations
That's why I've forgotten falling in love with you This is agony And you know you're putting me through
This misery taking every memory Just tell me why this misery won't go away How can we carry on this way
You'll never bring me down Coz I'm so far above you You think you're strong But you're nothing to me now And I hope you will be happy This time around
And I can't remember falling in love with you This is agony Do you know you're putting me through (Oh!) This misery taking every memory Just tell me why this misery won't go away I can’t carry on this way! (Yeah!)
Farewell, adios, au revoir, auf wiedersehen,tchau, ciao, valete.
Farewell fellow beings and all internet social life stuff! This will be my last post (hopefully) until all exam papers are OVER. For those of you who cannot live a day without reading my blog, well, I'm very sad to say that you'll just have to find another blog to satisfy your appetite. Anyway, I just have one thing to say before I end off my post. That is: OMG I'M GETTING A NEW DRUM TEACHER. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!! He's in his early thirties, which is WEIRD, since all my drum teachers have been really young (age range from 20-23?) and now the school pops out with this old fogey. Well, he mightn't really be that old, but I'm having an image of some old, balding, pervy guy in my mind. *shudders* I just hope that we don't have to do the "so..... tell me some things about yourself" kind of lesson. I'm really hoping very hard. Very hard. Oh! Today Rachel brought ginseng (Water?) to school and she didn't like it, so... Meichen, Gwendolyn and I had it. Mmmm mmm. For the ginseng slices I mean. The water was utterly bitter. :P Bleah. Oh well, OH YES!! It is Rachel's birthday tomorrow! Happy birthday to you in advance! :)
Alrighty, off to lose myself (and my sanity) in homework.
A hui hou.
I try to picture the girl Through a looking glass And see her as a carbon atom See her eyes and stare back at them See that girl As her own new world Though a home is on the surface, she is still a universe
Glory God, oh God is peeking through the blinds Are we all here standing naked Taking guesses at the actual date and time Oh my, justifying reasons why Is an absolutely insane resolution to live by
Live high Live mighty Live righteously Takin' it easy Live high Live mighty Live righteously
And try to picture the man To always have an open hand And see him as a giving tree See him as matter Matter fact he's not a beast No not the devil either Always a good deed doer And it's laughter that we're making after all
The call of the wild is still an ordination why And the order of the primates All our politics are too late Oh my, the congregation in my mind Is this assembly singing of gratitude Practicing their lovin for you
Live high Live mighty Live righteously Takin' it easy Live high Live mighty Live righteously
And singing out And just take it easy And celebrate the malleable reality You see nothing is ever as it seems Yeah this life is but a dream
(Dreamer, dreamer, dreamer) Live your life as you please (So long, so long, so long) To all the critics and the enemies My sky has turned vanilla Like sugar sasparilla
And if only you could hear all I'd say
Don't wake me up Baby I'm in love And I'm dreaming so much But I don't ever wanna stop Don't wake me up
Don't wake me up I don't wanna stop Don't wake me up
(Give up, give up, give up) Time to wipe your soul clean (Someone to love, to love, to love) Hair like fire, sunset, tangerinnnnnneee The nights are getting colder Not getting any older The chip fell off my shoulder (I won't see a day to all be gray and overrated, baby)
Don't wake me up Baby I'm in love And I'm dreaming so much But I don't ever wanna stop Don't wake me up
Don't wake me up I don't wanna stop Don't wake me up
Oh, yeah!
Don't wake me up Baby I'm in love
Don't wake me up Baby I'm in love And I'm dreaming so much But I don't ever wanna stop Don't wake me up
Don't wake me up I don't wanna stop Don't wake me up
Don't wake me up Don't wake me up Don't wake me up
Right now, my sprained back is feeling a little bit more unsprained. It heals day by day. I think. It felt worse today, every movement resulted in a taste of the pain. Hmmm........ I wonder if the "massager" did his job right. My butt aches like there's a ginormous bruise there (that was the targeted spot of the "massage"), but strangely, there isn't any bruise! Weird.................. ALL IN ALL, I CANNOT MOVE AROUND LIKE I USED TO ANYMORE BECAUSE I AM A PARTIAL HANDICAP. I cannot sit down on the floor, have to grapple the edge of my seat/ toiletseat,have to sink down slowly onto chairs, cannot twist around........ bottom line is I AM AN OLD WOMAN. Sigh. I will recover. I must! On the bright side, had crystal jade for brunch. Mmmmmm-mmm. I have drum lesson in an hour though, and that sucks. THINGS I ATE TODAY
woah woah yeah yeah, I love you more than I can sayeee. -why do singers drag words like that?
First things first:
OI ALL OF YOU WHO ARE SPAMMING/FIGHTING/BATTLING IT OUT CONSISTENTLY AND CONSTANTLY ON MY BLOG!
Stop arguing now or you'll all be banned. Continue with the spamming, you'll be banned forever. I mean, like puh-lease! You guys talk like you're big guns going to kill each other the next day in school, but the next day, what do we all see? NOTHING! You guys just behave as if everything is fine, but then at night, you all hunch over ye damn computers, typing feverishly on the keyboard, abusing vulgarities and then clicking "enter", not for one moment even considering how I would feel. ME. The owner of this blog. The one who has to try and appease all of you and stop the fight so that my everyday taggers won't be scared pee-less away and then yeah,NORMAL people will stop trying to tag BECAUSE all of you hog the tagboard. Tagboard=for tagging, NOT for arguing about stuff that you won't even carry out. I say, if you guys really want to continue arguing, by all means, do so! BUT! I must see action the next day. Some fight or something. If not, please don't visit my blog and spit out empty words.
Got it? I'm sure all of you must get it. YOU'D BETTER.
Anyway, I am going to blog about my day (Which is what I should've been doing 10 mins ago), but I don't actually think that anyone'll be interested in it, compared to the exciting post above. To summarise my day, I slept, did work and ate. And ate. I KNOW! I am going to document what I eat everyday from now on, as part of the diet plan.
The only thing that is worth recounting today is: Mum bought something from Hog's Breath Cafè.
Hmm.... for the wedding dinner I attended on thursday, I felt so out of place. In fact, felt like a lost duck in a sea of poppies. Thank God Valencia called. We were minglng around (Actually only parents), so yes, was stuck in corner trying to hide and scrutinise everyone when Valencia called. Hid behind a curtain and we chatted, peeked out and saw a waiter staring at me. I stared back at him. He stared back at me. Truly epic moment, I daresay.
Oh well, dinner time! Diet documentary starts tomorrow. Or next post.
Oh yes. One more thing, the food at the dinner was absolutely horrid. And what's with the Jason Mraz songs for the wedding videos?!
But very sweet. Especially the part where my cousin spoke about his dad (my uncle) who's gone. Totally struck a chord in my heart. I miss my uncle.
Oh well, I guess that's how life goes. Full of twisty and turny bits. Just like twisties.
I am going to go for a wedding dinner later on, and I'm positively, absolutely dreading it. Because........... I will be all alone there (sis not going), so I will be surrounded by a sea of adults, talking adult talk. Nobody is going to be on the same level as me. Wonderful. Hmmmmm.......... mum is also very touchy all of a sudden. She wants to look real good, but point is, its going to be hopeless. I think. Sheesh. I don't need 40 mins to change, I need 4 mins. Gosh. Alright, I'll be missing Smallville too. Lovely, all the things that I have to sacrifice for a stupid, filthy, dinner of my cousin's. Please include my sanity too.
It was a total blast. Mixed with sand (blackish, maybe charcoal) and sweat.
Today, we the volleyballers of Beatty, (ok, the sec 2s), had training. Hard-core, sweat-ass, weightful and sweatful training. Ok, so we did the normal everyday ball drill, running, warm-up, match playing and jumping over benches with weights (lousy ones at that) tied to our bare legs. So, like our bare skin twas totally exposed to the scratchy and skin-digging strap (metal) hooking thing. Do you even want to know how we felt? -First round: Hop, hop, hop, hop, hop.... OUCH. What is that sharp pain? Hmm...... I think its the material of the sandbag and the metal thinghy. OUCH OUCH OUCH OUCH OUCH OUCH OUCH. -Second round: Ah......... starting to get heavy! WE CAN DO IT! -Third round: *grimacing* ............................................... -17th round : How many more rounds???!!!! Oh look! I'm leaking a bit of sand. My legs and shoes and socks are all black too. 2nd round of hopping over canteen benches: *PSSSSSSSSSSSSSS* What's that sound? Oh look! You're leaking sand!!!! Goooooooooooooooood for you :) 9th round: Yes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 1 more round! See, lots of you are now sandbag-less, cos it's all spoilt.
Everyone! Get out ye flashing batons coated with glittter and flash them out to welcome the annual haze back!
Well well well, if it isn't the haze again. Sitting here and I can already see it. Not to mention feel it. Time to get out the air cleaner soon. As if the haze alone wasn't bad enough, there's also the hungry ghost festival practice of burning incense paper and joss sticks and anything burnable for the dead. Hahahaha if the haze gets worse, NO SCHOOL! (maybe) :P So yep, poor trees. Poor us. Poor earth. Poor everything. Period.
See, David's ctrl+f5 trick is getting realllllllly handy nowadays. Any screw-ups, just a simple keyboard-pressing and PING! everything's good. : )
Anyway, just came back from a "studying" trip with Meichen and Valencia. You see, if I said studying trip alone, that would be an utter total lie. (and my new term resolution is to minimise lies to 3 times per week. ) So yes, the truth is we went to spend meichen's voucher at Taka and then (ooh! reminds me that I bought something too ;P) and then we went to search everywhere for meichen's gift to valencia and then basically, we didn't study. AT ALL. The last few minutes were spent contemplating whether we should spend our $5 I&E voucher (between meicneh and I only, of course.). The final adjudication was :NOPE, WE SHALL RESERVE IT FOR NEXT TIME. Lovely decision, no? (hint highly influenced by Valencia) Then yea, while Meichen and I were struggling with our inner compulsions, Valencia did her stalk-off-to-make-us-follow-her-and-get-out-of-food-haven thing, and it worked. Sigh, takopachi and uzumaki ice-cream, BUH-BYE. :( This can officially be counted as one of the saddest moments in my life.
Oh well then.Time for a shower, catch ya funguses later.
Holy camoley. My drum teacher just said that he mightn't be teaching me anymore after this monday. ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I DON'T WANT SOME WERID HEAD-BANGING EMO HAIR SHAGGING/SHAKING LOSER WANNABE SMOKING DRUG TAKING FILTHY person to teach me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Life is so full of surprises. I wonder if I can be surprised further.
I think that I'm going to change my blogskin soon, I'm getting tired of seeing a big fluffy mane-ful lion on the screen everytime I enter my blog. You homosapiens must be getting bored of it too, huh?
So yes, anyway, to Jiaokai, I don't actually think that chantel will like somebody like you ok. You should be smart enough to know that, right? :)
Having steamboat for dinner. Without beef. Yay. As if. AM VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY BORED RIGHT NOW, WOULD APPRECIATE IT IF SOMEBODY CALLED ME OR SOMETHING.
i feel so tiny. oh yes I'm actually supposed to be doing the hort park testimony now, but I don't want to. I've been procrastinating a lot these few days. (i just don't look forward to writing a politically correct essay bursting forth with colourful adjectives and vivid descriptions of things that never actually happened to me. Why? Because I didn't really even talk much to anyone. AND WHAT IN POMPOM'S NAME CAN BE LEARNT FROM A FILTHY LONG WALK ON A HIGH HIGH HIGH BRIDGE?!?!?!?!?!?!
HALLELUJAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU SOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOOOOOO MUCH DAVID! My posts can now be coloured, once again. I pray that a million loaves of bread will fall from the sky to my benefactor's home so that he'll never, ever have to buy bread again. So yes anyway, hmm.... Er, I am doing xi zi now and then revise...... science? Yea, that's about it. Just wanted to try typing something. Oh yes, Valencia don't get upsetted by the stupid-childish-nonsensical-immature kellyn and passenger. They just want to upset you so that you'll live a shorter life. IGNORE THEM!
Sun been down for days A pretty flower in a vase A slipper by the fireplace A cello lying in it's case
Soon she's down the stairs Her morning elegance she wears The sound of water makes her dream Awoken by a cloud of steam She pours a daydream in a cup A spoon of sugar sweetens up
And She fights for her life As she puts on her coat And she fights for her life on the train She looks at the rain As it pours And she fights for her life As she goes in a store With a thought she has caught By a thread She pays for the bread And She goes... Nobody knows
Sun been down for days A winter melody she plays The thunder makes her contemplate She hears a noise behind the gate Perhaps a letter with a dove Perhaps a stranger she could love
And She fights for her life As she puts on her coat And she fights for her life on the train She looks at the rain As it pours And she fights for her life As she goes in a store With a thought she has caught By a thread She pays for the bread And She goes... Nobody knows
And She fights for her life As she puts on her coat And she fights for her life on the train She looks at the rain As it pours And she fights for her life Where people are pleasently strange And counting the change And She goes... Nobody knows
HAPPY BIRTHDAY VALENCIA! Yup, that's right fellow earthlings and creatures from beyond, it is Le femme's b'day. So yes of course we celebrated it, with agar-agar cake in the morning, and dinner +street-hitting in the night. Was supposed to eat at "The Ship" but apparently it closed down. So we settled for subway instead because birthday girl wanted it. :( It was alright though :) Then we went to Ion and looked around, hmm... interesting. So yes then we went home as we were all cinderellas with early curfews, but it was fun anyway. Wish my blogger was fixed. I feel so unmotivated typing in black all the time. No picture uploading thinghy either. HELP!!!!!!!!!!!! If this continues on, I may never EVER blog again. So yes, then went jogging with Valencia and her mum today at Bishan park, her mum is freaky. She never stops running. Goodness. Talk about fitness. Then ate breakfast (thank you Mrs. Phua for contributing to my paunch ;) ) Then went home, showered, washed shoes, ate, then SLEPT. Woke up feeling achy (no not achy breaky heart. P.s its a funny song) . As in body achy. Eyes felt like they were glued on with tapioca since last night). Snuffled through muffin and tea and then did homework. Now I shall stop recounting my day to you because frankly I think you'll get bored soon. So yes, refer to last year's post about teachers' day performance and you should find about the same things that happened this year, except that I dropped my sticks in front of a thousand plus people. Great huh? I just love the way that my life is a soap opera exceptionally dedicated to misery, humiliation and all the bad stuff in this world.
It can officially be counted as the most embarrassing moment of my life. Look out for my essay teachers.
