finally figured

...how to do the eyeliner thing without messing up and looking like an over grown panda. after years. eye liners do do wonders.

the wonderness of teachers day

teachers have spent years and years getting involved in teachers day.
they get presents, food, letter, sworen grades and morals from students.
but what do they love most bout the day???

no need to see students face on the 1st.
heaven

7 month + jogging = DIE

if you add up all the fumes and ashes that i have breathed in while jogging then i may as well be dead. the WHOLE WORLD is paying repect to the ghost and burning stuff, contributing to the global warming phenomenon that i have once and again preached against. isnt singapore hot enough already??? then with the urban heat island effect and we will all die a horrible death.

humans should not destroy the earth or put an end to their species.

half the time i was holding my breath to prevent my haemogoblins from clogging with CO2. if you cut up my stomach i bet u will find a film of black ash lining the walls. even the HCL cant acidify it. worse then breathing in second hand smoke.

running around the HDB estate in the afternoon is not every nice. think the morning is better when the auntie and ah mah's burning routine have not started yet. then i cant get SO2/CO2/NO2 or all fossil fuel residue in my lungs. no wonder chinese women have a higher chances of getting lung cancer even though they dont smoke. (this is a fact)

it must be the 7 month thing.
if we keep burning during 7 month or when sweeping graves we are definately bound to have higher chances of lung cancer. why cant we just write a check to the dead if they need money. burning one piece of paper is WAYYYYYYY better then a truck load of paper pulp. we get to save tree somemore.

lit is in two hours

barely studied.
no time even to shave my legs.
look hideous.
need sleep.

i cant live without you

coffee.

just slept away time

what is the thing that we teenagers LOVE TO DO??? sleep away your whole life. then wake up and totally regret turning off your brain. just killed my entire afternoon by sleeping 3++ hours. that leaves all my geog revision still on the shelf.

sharks...

i look swollenly (eyed) strucked

what i am doing after an hand aching day of essays??? i am spending the next morning crying buckets for one whole hour. equitpting myself with my couch pillow and the tissue box. i look like a monster tearing pieces and pieces of tissue out of the box. like look hideous after the 2 hour movie, would have appalled all potential boyfriends off to leaving me alone on the shelf.

windstruck ROCKS!!!
period...

i cant believe that i did not watch this in the theater. it is such a sentimental/lachrymose/highly emotional movie... imagine if i did... then the whole place will be flooded with MY TEARS!!! i am such a romantic cornball!!! but i really did wish i watch this in the theater!!! then i may have gotten "deep impact" but ill settle for a cheap rented movie at home ALONE where there is no one to laugh at me with blubber dripping and dripping out of my face. even the darkness of the theater cant hide my face.

i really LOVE THIS MOVIE!!! if you think my sassy girl is nice, wait till you watch this. you can just die laughing and spend the next 10 years of your life crying nonstop.

the songs are nice too. the Xjapan song that louis always hear in played over and over again in the movie.

suddenly i feel that i need that kind of romance. think they only happen in movies. like come one la. *reality check* but i do really want that kind of tear wreaching romance that every girl wants. (ok i am tearing again) if it was only 1/2 of what was in the movie i happy liao.

ps: i am so going to buy the VCD (so that i can cry on cue everyday) then i may become the best actress in singapore. *yeah right*

i'll understand if you want to slap me

yesterday had a whole day of killer papers.

lit was excruciating painful. literally where my hand was aching through the three hour paper. that =s to essay + essay + essay. Antony better wished he was dead if my fingers still could wring his neck.

then afternoon was =ly bad. econs paper 3 = essay + essay + essay. wrote three macro essays without any whatsoever structure. that means DIE!!!

being an arts student is painful. you get diagnosed with hand caner and have to ampulate your good hands, then sent to amercia to visit the neuro surgeon for a brain operation.

but dispite everything, i still have the time to strut down to town to watch a movie. yes people, in the middle (or START) of my prelims.

the stepford wivesROCKS!!!
the wives of stepford have a secret - that is for me to know but for you to find out.

if you have a husband, (which i obviously *dont coz i dont even have a boyfriend in the first place) you would want your husband to deserve the best. but apparently, being the perfect is VERY hard work. you would have tried all the weirdest things on earth (yoga, pilates, spa) but you STILL cant get rid of all the clogged up cellulite on your thighs. (sound *really* familar) you tried makeup, plactic surgery, quitting your job.

you have memorised the Kama Sutra, and all the sex books on earth and can never get the hang of position number 10000003. your laundary is never close to white, and your table lamp stand never seem to shine too bright. (coz nothing is bright enough)

but hello everyone, on this pathetic road to perfection, we can all now take this bloody short cut. just turn all your husbands to remote control and you'll have the stress free, lemony-fresh life you have ALWAYS DESIRED having waited hand and foot by your perfect husband. THAT is how life should work.

this show like i have said ROCKS if you watch it with funny people like me.

in the battle field

drooling over the hottest guys, with the hottest bods in the sporting world is one thing. but seeing them and feeling SO inadequate is another.

how many times do you watch the gymnast toss and turn in mid air and wonder when will you ever do that? how many times do you see the swimmers fin through the waters and wonder when will you ever do that? how many times have you witnessed the players in the field breeze through their gold medal and wonder when will you ever do that?

all the time.

another world *back to reality*
exams are not the thing i want to face now. GP was ok... just dont want to study anymore. think i studied so much lit last night that i couldnt sleep tight and was O antony-ing through my dreams as well as to the extent of todays compo section.

O antony, O antony
why must thou be an ass more then admired.
noble ruin of thy teens,
making an entique wave in brain,
so turn love into hate in thy presence and mention of name?

love darken in the great sphere thou move'st in,
seek the bounderies o'sanity and madness.
graspin' on to left of brain
i am mere but a girl,
needless of torture and pain.

"soft" hours in your bossom,
cause more agony in where most cause passion.
moving t'ward death in thy name,
make peace and th'darken of the game.
O antony, O antony...

why dont you just leave me alone? and save me the time of trying so very hard to get your disgusting language into thy brain? why talk in all the weirdest forms? and there is no wat so ever sentence structure! like how can i thy and thou finish everything?

DAMN FREEKING

STRESSED OUT!!!


NO WAY AM I GOING TO FINISH MY STUDYING!!!

i HATE studying!!!

make me do it for another year and ill

kill you!!! with my bare hands

ECON SUCKS!!!


DITTO LIT!!!

GLORY OF LOVE
by Peter Cetera, remaked my NORTH

Tonight it's very clear
Cause we're both lying here
There's so many things I wanna say
I will always love you
I will never leave you alone
Sometimes I just forget, say things I might regret
It breaks my heart to see you crying
I don't want to lose you
I could never make it alone

I am a man who would fight for your honor
I'll be the hero you're dreaming of
We'll live forever knowing together
That we did it all for the glory of love

You keep me standing tall
You help me through it all
I'm always strong when you're beside me
I have always needed you
I could never make it alone

It's like a knight in shining armor
From a long time ago
Just in time I will save the day
Take you to my castle far away

one - two - pick up sticks

three - four - lay them straight
five - six - your death bed

i am so screwed.
econs have not done micro.
lit have not started reading the text
and not memorised quotes.

die
die
die
die
confirm die

civil de-stress by "home" times ten thousand!
question mark over head right? carry on reading

the whole morning having been a loop service of "home", aka the national day theme song, blasted over and over again. my head is cracking and the skull is pouring blood. everything is coming out and nothing is going in. i have heard the song in all four versions more then 10 tens of time per version (not some hyperbole)

Bishan RC has decided to bring in the singapore civil defence pp in the estate. major exhibition, food, prizes, fire engine ride and performance out of my house window. that means hours and hours of song and dance with i have no utter control over.

they had a whole range of-
1) absailing from the neighbouring block (cool!!!)
2) putting out of fire demo (cool too!!!)
3) 2 dinosaur mascot running round the carpark in the hot sun
4) handsome soundin MC (hot sexy voice)
5) fire truck exhibition in the carpark = no space for residental people to park car in rightful place for whole day.
6) free lunch
7) one whole block (block 130) of signboards and stands for exhibition
8) 21 inch tv for give away prizes
9) fire engine ride in the afternoon round the estate
10) photo taking (tonnes)

how can ANYONE concentrate studying if there is so much activity going on down stairs??? all the shouts and cheers and clapping of hands plus tons of repeat of "home" and other national day songs.

sigh..

the battle of the sixth ring

Olympics = battle of five rings, made up of different colour.
shanny's life = olympic ring + ring of death (aka prelims!!!)

how can anyone get themselves into the focus of their notes/textbook if one persuade themselves into the illusion that i can "multi-task". such a paramnesia should not be tolerated at all. everyone CAN multi-task, just that the defination of multi-taskin in the REAL WORLD = to - ability to do two or more activities at once, one not being watching sports.

WHY MUST IT CLASH WITH THE PRELIMS???
hardly touched the books for two days to watch badminton and table tennis and swimming (yes HAVE to go drool over hot bods to relieve stress). that plus volleyball, basketball and everything they have on tv from the moment i get onto the bus (TV mobile) to the time i sleep.

sports brings out the best in me!!!
how can it not when they FEATURE (a) HOT WET SWEAT/WATER COVERED BODS, (b) GREAT SPORTSWEAR, (c)CUTE AUSTRALIAN VOLLEYBALLERS IN SUNGLASSES.
like hello??? having prelims does not mean i am dead!!! besides, it does release stress and a whole lot of saliva. salivating for one whole season is ok la. besides it is ONLY once every FOUR years.

P for DIE!!!

think i am just going to do lesser then average this prelims. people have started revision since donno how many stars and moon years away and i have only start proper this week.

econs is unacceptabally titanicly laborious
lit is forever left to last min
geog is overbearing in content
GP is just plain SUCKY

econs think i concentrating on macro. micro totally CMI!!! have barely started anyway. lit my AnC is driving me up the wall. make it the cliff. i had no idea Antony is such an idiot and Cleo such a irritating slut. shakespeare should just have died earlier to save my the agony of this tradegy. literally.

there i have left is one last weekend before it arrives. SO LITTLE TIME TO STUDY. dont think i am going to finish studying for anything.

God bless me
i have been praying everyday for enlightenment, focus and braincells. really think i need it.

F&#% you... how dare you break my heart!!!

i caught your picture in the papers, and guess
what did i get???
news that simply broke my heart,
the whole world have caved in debt.

HOW DARE YOU PROPOSE???

it spelled out in great gigantic letters - "K.E.A.N.U P.R.O.P.O.S.E.S"

i hope your engagement fails terribly and dont you come running back to me.

YOU BITCH!!! how dare you take him away???

many things come easy
results is not one of them

trying to find time

time is not on my hands anytime this week/past few days. have been trying to climb over hills and mountains to find Time for a negoiation but it is not where to be found. all i am left is the 24 hours i have started out with. God is fair, everyone has 24 hours whether you like it or not. just a matter of how you use your time.

- albert einstein has 24 hours and he had made it onto a 24 hour of miracles
- beathoven has 24 hours and he created another world for himself and the rest of the world
- mother teresa has 24 hours and she made the world a better place
- shanny has 24 hours BUT she is NOT doing anything to salvage herself

everything is dangling on a thread. so hard to keep focus and love studying at the same time. life just do not happen that way. and econs is one hell of a hell of a subject. so hard to study, to hard to score, so hard to think straight. WHAT AM AM DOING TAKING ECONS??? should have kept math instead.

have not have the time to study, think it is just the lame reasons i keep telling myself. IT IS NOT GOOD TO LIE. decieving meself is not going to make my future any brighter than it was yesterday. i should really put everything into place now.

but the clock is ticking (VERY LOUDLY) away.

yesterday once more

my fever is back... just visited the doc and temp is up to 38!!! i am totally burning from the inside to the out. history is repeating itself. suspect i got dengue. if my fever still persist then i will have to go take a blood test.

cant concentrated on anything.
head is spitting so badly it is worst then banging it against the wall of thorns. how am i going to study if all i feel is this throbbing headache and a temp runnung hotter then the magma chamber.

cant focus at all.

97.9 degrees!!!

i feel like i am in the north pole.

BEEP!!!

i was right.
i HAVE A BLOODY FEVER!!!
beeped a 37.5 out.

no wonder i feel like shit.
do you think it is the BT2 report slip?
cant be...
must be the stress...

i burning

have not been feelin my best the whole day. think i maybe down with fever (will go check later) i have been feeling bloated, lack of appetite, cold. think i am down with fever. could not even walk home in a straight line. must have looked like a drunkard cow at the void deck.

i have been wearing my sweater the ENTIRE DAY!!! have not taken it off until five mins ago when i stepped into the house.

think there maybe something terribally wrong with me. have not been sleeping well the past three days. serious case of insomia. i feel like i am dying. but i really cant afford to fall ill anytime now. not with THE prelims in less then two weeks away.

i love as told by ginger

if only i could reflect on my life like the way ginger does. then i would be so enlightened. and you would see a halo on my head. always wanted to keep a diary, but never got pass anything more then 5 entries. think keeping a blog is much easier. i have always loved how personal a diary is, we dont even have to care on what you write or how you write it.

think i may try getting a diary soon.

not a girl, too much a woman

hate being a woman!!! all you get is that BLOODY thing and then all you wish for is to have more blood within your veins before your vision goes white and your hearing go blank. i hate that fainting feeling. think i better take my iron pills more seriously.

too bad death can only do us part
maybe menopause can too...
i wished i was 50 for once.

co: after i left you at the road, i had to stop two times to put this head of mine between my legs to let the blood FLOW. so unglam squating in the middle of the void deck. then i had to spend the 15 mins after i reached home lying down on the bed with my legs on the wall. i felt REALLY REALLY BAD!!! lucky i had enough blood in my brains to make myself go home rather then continue to J8 with you. if i had did that... i would have died and tomorro's headlines would be - "dead or alive"

why must we be like that? if seeing blood was enough then why must God put us girls through this EVERY MONTH!!! but come to think of it, ill rather have it then not. no way would i want to be pregnant at this point of my life when i would not even know whos the father.

if only donating blood means wringing your pad over the bag.

every girls dream

in recognition of the national day, everywhere is having massive sales. mommy have just bestowed on me $50 for shopping at J8. yes though it is only J8 but i sure did buy a few stuff. if only i had gotten a chance to go town. finally gotten my 3/4 pants.

there is nothing nice on tv today. just the same old boring shows like weird concerts and celebraties shows. TCS should really try to air better shows on tv before their viewership plunges hell deep.

weird pp exists on earth

and singapore is no acception. if you have watched singapore idol, you would have known what i mean. there are some people whos egos are so big they actually bothered to register, either that or the people around them have been lying to them for their whole lives. when you cant sing, you cant sing.

you must know how much saliva i have lost by watching the 1 1/4 hour special. how many times have i laughed so hard? this is worse then the amercian idol's "uncut, uncencored and untalented" and it is only episode 1. are we talented or what?

to be or not to be

call me crazy of you like but i think i am nuts too. i have been thinking of what to do after the As.

yes, i am planing -
what job to get,
what to buy with my salary,
what colour to dye my hair,
how often i should get my nails done,
how often i should get my hair treatments,
how i should cut my hair,
how often i should go out,
where i should stay,
what i am going to pack,
where i am going on holiday,

i think there is something wrong with me!!!
i think too far.

give me some concentration!!!

how can anyone study if there is so many things that has been going on the entire day -

1) jo keeps talking to me
2) malay wedding downstairs = drums and more drum whole afternoon
3) thinking of free swensens icecream
4) TV (witness to prosecution)
5) national day fever

i really feel unproductive the whole day. i found myself noddin to the beat of the drums downstairs. that is the problem living in HDB. there is ALWAYS some sort of "music" downstairs. either the funeral or the wedding and all the "music" sucks. can just give you this really throbbing headache and leave you unfocus for the rest of the day. you cant even take an afternoon nap!!! i shall be a NOBLE person and forgive them for holding their wedding in account of NATIONAL DAY!!!

speaking of the national day, i am have been rather paranoid on the whole celebration ever since the 911 incident. what if someone placed a bomb in the national stadium and set the clock just in time for the fireworks. then there will be more then a massive fireworks of ministers and the president. then we will be left WITHOUT A GOVERNMENT. now that is scary. singapore is sure to die and left to rot if there is no one to head this country. then i would have spent the last 18 years studying for nothing if singapore do not have a future.

i love my country.
love the government
love the economy
love the people
love the language
love the harmony
love the facilities
love the earth
proud to be a sinagporean.

just HATE the educational system.

awakening abliss

finally pulled myself out of bed. it is hard to limit yourself to just 1 hour nap, coz ull end up having to sleep up to four hours. humans will always be humans. cant stop us from sleeping more.

acutally the point of this post is to emphasis how BORING this morning was. i almost fell a sleep in the bus and i just dozed of for 4 hours in the afternoon. it was SO BORING any normal human being will end up falling asleep. SO BORING that i was so tired i could not get myself out of bed for 4 hours. basically it was SO FREEKING BORING!!!

national day??? bleah...

the person who organised this years national day stuff should really consider shooting himself before i get to him. there is only one word i can use to discribe the event - BORING!!! what's the bloody point of the J2s going if the ONLY thing we do is to sit and stone. we are not even included into the picture at all! all i did for 4 hours is to stare into space at the J1s playing the telematches. J2s dont even have anything to do.

it was just BORING!!!
so BORING ill rather die
BORING!!!
BORING!!!
BORING!!!

i wished i stayed at home like i wanted to.
ill rather have lessons.
i like my fri timetable anyway.
BORING!!!
BORING!!!

happy

love shopping!!! nothing more relieving then being able to shop till you drop. so many things i have bought today in the spand of 4 hours. shanny is one super capable woman. lucky i saved money last month. then i have all the money to spend today. though i did not really manage to buy everything i wanted. sharks!!! love shopping when you have money.

must save all i can this two months. want to go on a maor shopping trip after the prelims. that will mean that i have to eat less and spend less money on fried food day. which is almost impossible. aim??? 150 in two months. that will give me so much money to spend in a day.

i hate my tighs. i look worse then shit in all the pants in the world. i can only fit into a size 30... 30 LEH!!! 28 cant even hold these tighs without looking like i am going to burst out of it anytime. i really need help here... so sick and tired of only being able to pull the pants up to my knee. some pants are biasly cut for THIN PEOPLE which i am anything BUT... they really need to take in to consideration people like me who looks way too horrible.

i shall strive to open a clothing line for fat people. that will benefit people of my kind.

saved a life today

whats more fulfilling then being able to save a life? nothing. all the pain was worth it. dispite the 2mm diameter needle and the whole bag of blood wasted. i will soon save a life. i just donated one bag of blood to the society. i am SO NOBLE!!! should get a nobal price for this...

it was quite a sight seeing the needle stuck into you skin, see your blood flowing through a tube into the bag, then seeing the nurse SLOWLY take the darn FAT NEEDLE out of your skin, then seeing her strunt away with one bag of YOUR BLOOD!!! that is a lot of effort taken to prevent youself from fainting at the sight of the HUGE QUANTITY of BLOOD.

at least i get some CIP points for this.

i must admit that i was rather scared for a moment before she stucked the FAT NEEDLE into my flesh. like hello??? it was BIG, or rather of elephantal quailties. it is like seeing someone force a pencil into your meat. then this terribally HUGE amount of blood flows out NON STOP... talk bout dying fast. think if i wanted to commit suicide, ill just make the hospital draw ALL my blood. at least it would be of better use then on the floor.

think i have done something really noble today. i was SO BRAVE. would love to donate my blood anytime. just feel so poor thing for those people who wanted to donate blood but had low blood pressure or not over 45kg. poor thing. at least you people tried. proud of you.

ps: still rather amused how the nurses poke this HUGE needle into such a small vein.

guess what? i stayed up for friends
one problem...
there is no tv for me to watch on

serious now... (really!!!)

this is very important call out to shanny. WAKE UP!!! there is no more time for you to slack around the house/school/orchard road/anywhere. bottom line = "NO SLACKING!!!" you cannot give up your future for current leisure. if you slack now, you will never have a future!!! your future is in your hands and your hands better have notes and textbooks in it.

three more weeks to the prelims and then another killer 3 months to the real crocodile mouth. so you better prepare your brain with all the things you can carry. dont give me the crap that you have no time or that you are sleepy cause it is not going to work. no excuse woman!!!

that means that you'll have to stay back in school at least two out of the five days to study! i mean it. serious now. if you cannot get things done at home then stay in school to make sure that you have finished everything.

living in singapore= grow fat, stress out and DIE

i know i have not been bloggin for the past few days. forgive this sorry soul of mine. but the reason for the lack of action on this site is because my DAMNED LIFE if one BLOODY repeated weather forecast. like the BLOODY weather in singapore, this PATHETIC LIFE OF MINE is like it for the past few days - dark, rainy, windy and cold. go figure!!!

all i been doing, is putting myself on repeat mode and study(little), slack, eat, sleep. BRAVO!!! what a MAGNIFICENT LIFE!!! *cheers* if age dont kill me by the time i am 20, i bet u stress will wither me to the last bone by the end of the year. i am stress because i am not stressed. freaky to find all your friends finding a new best friend and leaving you out of the picture. where "best friend" equates to "book + notes" FREAKY!!!

at least i have gotten to finish my "the da vinci code". one DAMN EXCITING book!!! could not even put down to pick up the weathering notes until i cruize pass the last page. on book i recomend!!! hey people, go BUY the book. not good enough if you borrow. you have to keep one copy for self. will do a proper book review when i have the time. (it means not today)

luck today i was at the gym agian with co. trying to build muscles and lose the wobbling fats. lost a total of 350+ cals in one half hour. bravo shanny!!! but guess what. ended up NEUTRALISING the minus sign with addtional 1000+ cals from KFC. (it is good to pamper yourself after hard work *winks*)

okay, time to go tackle the STUPID GP essay.
cheers! (note the sarcarsm)