Monday, December 29, 2003

On the 28th of December In the Year of Our Lord 2003, Rocky Ng Shi Tou passed away on the 1st floor of his cage.
The hamster will be deeply missed and the owner sorely regrets not taking better care of her playmate. As well as taking a picture together, or cherishing it more, or giving it lizards to eat.

Fortunately, the owner was able to stroke it for a while before finally putting it in the hands of her father and cousin to bury. The owner sincerly hopes that there is an animal heaven and that Rocky would have a place in it. Rocky deserves a the best resting place possible because of his tameness, and for never biting anyone unless he was a little confused. The owner further regrets not being 100% sure of Rocky's gender. She hopes Rocky will be able to forgive her for that and more.

Love you Rocky, thanks for being the sweet little hammie you were and always there to greet me when you see me. Maybe you only respond because of food, but still, you seem genuinely happy whenever there was human company. I hope you'll have a treadmill to run on when you get to heaven, I know it's your favourite past time to run till the treadmill squeaks. I shall miss hearing the noise you make. Knowing you're there.


Saturday, December 27, 2003

My house is a hub of activity these days, with occurences going on in everypart of the house. Eg. in the kitchen my mom is cooking, in the TV room my cousins are watching "Finding Nemo". In my room my brother is once again messing up my things, fortunately, he is not of age to poke fun of bras and undies yet.
In the toilet my father is sitting on his blue throne and reading about the latest news. That's why I always wear gloves when I read the newspapers.
What about me? I'm typing here aren't I...

Ok maybe this doesn't sound like a bustling place to you, but to me it is. I am a hermit crab, not used to crowds unless I'm part of them. Come to think of it, I'll be part of the crowd to those in the crowds, so I am a crowd myself. Hmmm...Ok where was I, oh yah, crab. I'm crabby.

Anyways, I shall go ice skating today! Yeah, third time in this month! I'm addicted. After all, when you weigh as much as I do (not that much) You would love the feel of the wind blowing through your hair, the grace on the ice, the weightless, floaty feeling, the cool blue ice all around, the pushing people who are constantly falling around you, the blood on the ice...



Friday, December 26, 2003

Well Christmas is over, so here's this blue blue song to moan the passing of Christmas. Ok this is just an excuse to put up this song after Christmas. I just happen to love this song.

Sheryl Crow
Blue Christmas lyrics


I'll have a blue Christmas without you
I'll be so blue just thinkin' about you
Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree
Won't be the same dear if you're not here with me

And when the blue snowflakes start fallin'
That's when the blue memories start callin'
You'll be doin' alright with your Christmas of white
And I'll have a blue, blue Christmas

You'll be doin' alright with your Christmas of white
And I'll have a blue, blue Christmas
And I'll have a blue, blue Christmas
And I'll have a blue, blue Christmas

Thursday, December 25, 2003

Merry Christmas All!
These are my Christmas messages, since I'm too lazy to post Christmas cards. =P

In Alphabetical Order:

Aky: Thanks for the Christmas card. You help me hone my English skills because I can't speak to you in any other languages, except for Tamil or Punjabi--whichever, since I don't know these languages. I'm glad our friendship got better, rather than how it was like in sec 1 *wink wink* Merry Christmas to you, I hope your parents will stop breathing down your neck. Hehe. Thanks for being my friend, really glad.

Cynth: Thanks for your Christmas card. I want to be taller than you, if I can't, than at least let me be the same height as you. I don't want to be the shortest girl in the badminton team!! Lol. I admire you for being able to be straightforward stand up for yourself. That's something I can't really do very well. I'm better at defending my friends than myself. Merry Christmas honey, you've been a GREAT friend, may lighted candles be with you.

Hui Qian: Ever since you went to train at SBA, we haven't had much chance to interact, but you're still one of my good friends. You can handle pressure very well eh? Fortunately, you're still able to be silly. Being silly is one of the trait we badminton girls have. You are like the most mature among all of us, good for you!
Merry Christmas, and may you have more peaceful days.

Maggie: Hi Mags, you're always there for me, thanks very much for that. Even when I'm behaving unreasonably you still tolerate me. But I'm sorry to tell you, I still don't appreciate Linkin Park. Hehe. I hope to always have your friendship. I don't mind sharing my life story with you and that means alot to me. Merry Christmas and may money come your way.

Shi Ying: I can tease you till my teeth drop out, but you don't seem to mind. You're one of the rare few who are able to make fun of themselves. It's a good thing. You're always patient with me even when I'm crazy. Thank you.
You are able to cheer me up, that's my job you know hehe. I value our friendship. Merry Christmas! I won't wish for you to be fairer, I have this suspicion you enjoy being dark. But I shall wish for you to always be lovable.

Sindy: Hi darling~ You crazy but sensitive girl. I also admire your forthrightness. Thanks for giving alot into this friendship. I'm lucky to have a friend like you. Ok I shall say something to make you happy, you're pretty and your eyes can 'zap' people very well . Now return that favour. Ahaha!
Merry Christmas and may you stay crazy but down-to-earth.

Wendy: You understand me well and can decipher my ramblings, not an easy feat. We may have quite a lot of ups and downs, but fortunately, we're still able to talk things over. You try to be there when needed by your friends, which means you don't take friendships lightly. So it's a good thing for me, when I annoy you. Lol
Merry Christmas and may you always have your ideals in sight.

Xin er: Even though you've left the team, but you're still a good friend of mine. After all we've been through alot as badminton girls haven't we? You're actually very soft-hearted inside, although you can really make people be afraid of you when you give that fierce look. You look very cute when you smile. So fortunately you smile more than you frown. Merry Christmas and may you have happiness with duck rice.

To my special friends like Heli, Cassy, Marya, etc etc You know who you are. If I've confided in you before, you're my special friend.
I know it's not easy to see me as someone with another side besides my happy-go-lucky self, since I'm most often wisecracking. But thankfully, I have people who are able to take me seriously. Merry Christmas y'all and may you find contentment.

Merry Christmas World and to the One who made this day possible. In this dimension fraught with unrest, I wish a little kindness for everyone.

Tuesday, December 23, 2003

Happy Birthday to you Sindy!
Happy belated Birthday to you Xin er! Sorry I couldn't post your birthday message on the day of your birthday itself. Here it is: Xin er, although you've already quit badminton, you're still a very close friend of mine. We may not be able to talk so much nowadays but I'll keep you in my prayers, when I pray to God or Whoever is listening, to make me more beautiful, slimmer and taller. You and me especially need that taller part. AHAHAHA Thank you so much for being my friend! Love ya muacks!

Dear Sindy,
thanks for being a very very good friend of mine. You're one of the few girl friends that I have that is more perverted than me =D Good for you!
I know that if I need support, you'll be there standing by me. I'm so glad I have you as a friend, like a sister also. Eheheheh Anyways, you've already broken a few of my biones when you jump on me and molest me, so you owe me money to go see a doctor.
Can you please kick some people out of your schedule and fit in the badminton girls so that we can treat you and Xin er to Swensons!!!! Don't say we never treat you, cuz I've already saved up $50 and my hand is itching to use the money to buy more chocolates...
Love ya muacks!

Dear Heli,
Happy 16th birthday! It's a little bit weird if you remain 15, like me. Cuz you don't look and act 15. You're someone who has seen through alot. My Christmas wish for you this year is for you to be able to find yourself, and a little ray of sunshine in your soul to light up your path. Don't smother the sunshine my dear.
You can be counted to listen to the problems of others. I know in the beginning you saw me as this happy-go-lucky girl, you were right, I'm one. But later on, you realise I have more depth than uh...my jokes. So thanks for that ;)
Happy birthday to you Ms Ng, love ya muacks!

By the way, I've realised I keep saying love ya and muacks to all 3 of them, maybe a little bit no originality, but what do you suggest I say that still conveys the affection and love?
Slurp??

Merry Christmas to all, and may all your Christmas Ghosts find you this season and instil in you the meaning of love, care and share, not just for now, but for your life.
=) HO HO HO

Monday, December 22, 2003

Mariah Carey - All I want for christmas



I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
I don't care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas
Is you...

I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
I don't care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I don't need to hang my stocking
There upon the fireplace
Santa Claus won't make me happy
With a toy on Christmas day
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas
Is you...
You baby

I won't ask for much this Christmas
I won't even wish for snow
I'm just gonna keep on waiting
Underneath the mistletoe
I won't make a list and send it
To the North Pole for Saint Nick
I won't even stay awake to
Hear those magic reindeer click
'Cause I just want you here tonight
Holding on to me so tight
What more can I do
Baby all I want for Christmas
Is you...
You...

All the lights are shining
So brightly everywhere
And the sound of children's
Laughter fills the air
And everyone is singing
I hear those sleigh bells ringing
Santa won't you bring me the one I really need
Won't you please bring my baby to me...

Oh I don't want a lot for Christmas
This is all I'm asking for
I just wanna see baby
Standing right outside my door
Oh I just want you for my own
More that you could ever know
Make my wish come true
Baby all I want for Christmas
Is you..
All I want for Christmas is you baby

Sunday, December 14, 2003

Ok ok, I'm lazy lah, I have alot of things to say but nothing to say. If you know what I mean.

Oh Saddam Hussein has been caught.

I don't really feel anything about that, but I did wonder about this situation. If Saddam Hussein has a hostage, and it was this hostage's life for his, would the army let Hussein go and save the hostage, or capture him and let the hostage die. I think the answer is pretty obvious. Hostage dies, Sadam captured.
But if the hostage is the POTUS (President Of The United States) or even his daughter, chances are, they'll let Hussein go. And that makes me wonder if there's justice in this world.

And so the moral of this story is a line from George Orwell's book, 'The Animal Farm.'

"All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others."

Friday, December 12, 2003

OMG I'M SO HAPPY WITH THE LAST EPISODE OF "ALWAYS ON MY MIND"!! ESPECIALLY WHEN FANN WONG TIP-TOED AND KISSED TAY PING HUI ON HIS RIGHT CHEEK!! Yah, I went to take note that it's his right cheek she kissed.

I going to swoon now so I'll just post a decent long and interesting post soon, maybe tomorrow. But as you can guess, when I say that I'll post tomorrow, you should know better than to believe me...

Tuesday, December 02, 2003

Hubba hubba

Monday, December 01, 2003

I have this primary school class gathering on 8 Dec, exactly one week from now. I'm quite excited about it, going to meet with friends whom I haven't seen for 5 years, but there's this one small fact that could me decide to stay home and knit sweaters. Not that I'd really be knitting.

Ok, maybe it's not one small fact, but three big matters. What are the three? I'm short, fat and pimply. Also, one of the activities planned for that day is ice-skating. I can't do no ice-skating, have never even tried it before.
Besides, I have this deep abiding fear that I'll fall down on my butt and someone would skate over me, thus severing me into half. If you do not know, ice-skates have very sharp metal knives stuck underneath them. I don't know what is the correct term, but knives they look like to me, so knives they will be to me. And anways, I'll have to pay like $20 for gloves, skates and use of the ice-skating rink. That's a lot of dough.

Ok, back to where I was. I'm short, fat and pimply(I almost typed the work 'ugly', but no use demeaning myself any further, pimply is bad enough)
How would I dare to meet them??? SIGH. There's no fairytale here where the ugly duckling turns into a swan. I won't turn into Jennifer Lopez. Even if could, I would rather not. I can't imagine making a career out of my butt.
But one of my friend has assured me that I'm not the only fat and pimply one over there. She also said that the cuties won't be there either. I guess I'll have to take her word for it. Being short and fat and pimply is bad enough, but being short and fat and pimply when there are beautiful people around is worse. At the most I'll just wear a mask a la Jason. He is the chainsaw-wielding ugly guy who fought with Freddy, in Freddy vs Jason and he's 1.92m tall by the way. Then I'll bring my blanket with me and hide myself with it, next I'll wear stilts and tada! The blanket-covered, stilts-wearing, masked Heidi! And while I'm at it I might as well wear a santa clause hat and light bulbs around my blanket. That would qualify me for a permanent residentship in Woodbridge Hospital, Institute of Mental Health.

Cheerios everybody, don't forget to check out the News for a masked looney who claims to be Santa, being caught by 12 policemen and sent to Woodbridge!

Wednesday, November 26, 2003

Actually, I wanted to wait another day before I blog, cuz it'll be exactly 1 week since I last blog. Why would I want to do that, you ask. Well just another one of my eccentricities.

Matrix Revolutions
Love Actually
Brother bear
Master and Commander
Looney Tunes

I wanna watch all these movies, in that order. Lets say everytime I watch a movie, I'll be spending $7.50 on the tickets and $2.50 on popcorn and stuff. That'll be $10. Multiply $10 by 5 movies, I'll be spending $50. And that's not counting travel fees, other foodstuff, and whatever I want to buy. Anyways, I doubt I can find people to watch all these movies anyways. SIGH ._.

Anyone watched Galaxy Quest yesterday? Extremely funny movie. I watched it mainly because of Sigourney Weaver. It was a kick seeing her act in this dumb-blonde role, the exact opposite of her alienbutt-kicking role in the Alien film series. Warrant Officer Lieutenant Ellen L. Ripley battling against acid-blood aliens vs cleavage revealing Lt Tawny Madison whose primary duty on board the spaceship is to repeat whatever the ship's computer says.

Lt Tawny Madison from Galaxy Quest


Lt Ellen Ripley from Alien Resurrection


Check this out, she's 182cm tall. That's taller than the average Singapore man. Heck, that's taller than the average European man and that's 30cm taller than me. WHOA

Thursday, November 20, 2003

Just now I ate some jelly that my mom gave me. Then I realised it was made from turtle(as in real turtle) essence!!
I ATE MY FAVOURITE SPECIES
Oh woe is me...

Oh did you know...
Oil and water do mix...If you add detergent.
So if you want to be really accurate, next time when you want to describe someone's relationship with another, you have to say "They are like oil and water, without the detergent."

Guess which book has sold the most copies? No, not Harry Potter...
It's quite easy really, it's the Bible. Bet you didn't think of it did you. =DD

The blue whale can survive for six months without eating. During this time it is sustained by the nutrition in its blubber. Why can't I be a blue whale...On second thought, maybe not.

Alright, I wrote all these trivia here because I'm lazy and I don't wish to wreck my brains out for something to psot about. I've most probably already forgotten about what happened 3 minutes ago, much less 3 days.

I think my blog needs some major revamption. Oh well, too lazy, I'm such a procrastinator. Heidi, BUCK UP! You have O levels next year! If you can't even handle a simple thing like your blog, how are you gonna handle MATH!
Sorry brain.

Monday, November 17, 2003

NOTICE: Anyone interested to play Utopia in my kingdom with a 1000+ acres account, please msg me at heidi@pacific.net.sg


"If you can read this, thank an English teacher."

I wonder how many of you will actually get it. Lol

Saturday, November 15, 2003

Quiz Me
Heidi spins tunes as
DJ Dangerous Gun

Get your dj name @ Quiz Me



Yah, call me DJ Gun, Dangerous Gun...
Complaint/Outrage/Lament of the day: MY GOD! My neighbours are voyeurs! FREAK THEM! Can't they get their kicks from pornos instead of spying on people!!

Today, I went to deliver flyers and I have this to say to people who live in private housing estates(P.H.E)... "For the love of God, please get a chihuahua instead!!"
Do you know how daunting it is to be facing a growling, snarling, barking, drooling, frothing at the mouth giant of a german shepherd?? Nevermind if he's behind closed gates, but the fact is he's less than 1 metre away from you and trying to lunge at your throat!
On this day, I've met german shepherds, huskies, labradors, retrievers, collies, etc etc etc. You name it, it bit me. Ok, it didn't, I'm just trying to make the sentence fit. It just barked at me, those loud, ear-piercing and heart-stopping barks. The only dog I didn't see is a chihuahua(and please, no standing up and bursting into the latest theme song for Coca-Cola)
All these dogs are taller than me if they stand on 2 feet, as well as much much heavier than me. If you read my previous entries, you would already have known that I was bitten on the hand by a small little terrier and the injury was quite serious, imagine having this big lump of dog biting at you. I think I wouldn't remain in one piece, much less survive the attack.
So there I was trying to peacefully slot in the flyers into the letter boxes, and there they were barking their brains out at me. By the way, for those of you who live in PHE, will you please get an easier-to-slot-in letter box? The letter slots some of you have...it's almost like trying to push against a wall.
Ok back to dogs, so these crazy dogs were lunging and trying to get a piece of my ass, the gate was even rattling with the force of their weight. I almost burst into tears right there and then.
I have tried coaxing them,
"Nice doggy, sit...sit!"

"BAD DOG! I SAY SIT LA! WHY WON'T YOU JUST LET ME DELIVER MY LETTERS IN PEACE!!!"
To shouting at them.

But, they still tried to kill me. Because of this experience, if and when I'm gonna live in PHE, I'm gonna get a small terrier or chihuahua instead. Easier to fend off.
I really pity those postmen...besides having to sweat their oil out on hot sunny days, they still have to face with rabies-infected dogs.
In America, it is a daily occurence for postmen to get chased and bitten by dogs, in my opinion, they deserve our highest respects.

Oh yah, and some people in Singapore are really damn rich man! There was this 4 storey bungalow, semi-detached, or whatever it is, and it had 2 huge pillars supporting it, just like a palace!
And there were those houses painted entirely in blue, and they look sooo pretty, and those garden theme ones with lush plants and soothing waterfalls, and those houses which had glass panels as part of their design. I also saw a house painted entirey in apple green, whoa, gives new meaning to the word 'greenhouse' eh? Sigh, I was envying them, living in a dream house like that.. ._.
But I really pity their maids lah, having first-hand experience with the effort needed just to keep one small 5-room flat clean, I can imagine just how much work they have to do to keep a 4-storey place fit to live in. Notice I didn't say clean.

Oh yah, and I saw a monk driving a Lexus. o.O

So, if you have a large dog, keep it away from me. Far far away. 1 km would be ideal.

Remember people, buy a chihuahua today and keep germans away!

Friday, November 14, 2003

AHHHHHH!!!!!! JUST NOW ONE BLOODY COCKROACH FLEW TO MY SLEEVE while I was arranging the shoes outside my gate!! Then I ran all the way back to house screaming. AHHHHHHHH!!!!! And tried flinging my shirt here and there to get it off. I really wanted to just take off my shirt and throw it to the ground but my father was there watching tv. :*|

I. Hate. Insects.
Oh God, why does it always have to fly to me...

Just a few days before, I came back from badminton training and saw my mom putting in a VCD into a whatever- machine-you-call-that. Finding nothing odd with that, I went to my room to get my stuff out to bathe. When I came out of my room, I saw my mom enthusiastically doing a on-the-spot jogging. On the Tv was this lady wearing a leotard who was also jogging on the spot, albeit more professionally. Apparently, my mom is trying to follow her movements. The woman had this big white smile on her face while she encouraged the viewer to jog and lose weight. "Yeah, that's it, now 1, 2, 3 & 4, turn to your right, 1, 2 ,3 & 4!"

I suspect I had this wide-mouth, rounded eyes expression on my face.
"Uhh, mummy, what are you doing?"

"Exercising. I don't want to look flabby! When you get old, all your skin starts hanging loose."

"Uh. Ok."
And so, I ambled to my favourite(almost) place in the whole world, the toilet. When I was out 20 min later(this isn't such a long time compared to what I usually take to bathe)
steaming and totally refreshed, I heard the upbeat song of "La Bamba"

My mom was lying on the floor with her legs stretched out and struggling to reach her toes with her fingers.
"Must..reach..toes.."
The lady on the screen however, did not have that much trouble, she stretched so easily and effortlessly, with this huge grin on her face. "Come on! You can do it, this is to train your ab muscles!"

"Almost..reaching..."

Well, what could I say? Except to giggle inwardly
(ok, call it a snicker, whatever you want).

I think I shall be a fitness trainer next time. Just go for liposuction on my--well, basically every part of my body except for chest area. And videotape myself doing workouts, make it into a vcd, or dvd, or cdv or dvc or whatever d,c,v they're gonna call discs in the future. I'll name the cd, "Heidi's workout to a killer bod!" then distribute it around, and before long, I'll have my very own fitness empire!


I wish.





P/s: For those cheapo fitness freaks out there, my mom bought the VCD at a discounted price of $1.90. Yah, whoa, $1.90 for a VCD. Its title is, TrimWalk: TrimWalk Away Inches in the Comfort od Your Home!
And there is a picture of a woman there doing a jogging motion and smiling brightly at you. Her name is Denise. No, not that super sexy Bond babe, Denise Richards, but Denise Austin. Never heard of her? Don't worry, me neither.

Thursday, November 13, 2003

Just now I was in a lift travelling up to the 13th floor, where my flat is situated. Yah, 13. Nope, nothing has ever happened to me--yet.

So yah, I was with Shi ying and Cynth and this lady with a pram. There was this cute little baby inside the pram and he/she happened to look at me. So I waved at him and smiled. I ADORE BABIES!! Cuz they can't fight back when you pinch them. Not that I pinch them of course...

Anyways, this baby took one look at my smiling face and moving hand and immediately burst into tears. ô_ô *gulp*

When SY and Cynth saw that, they burst out laughing. Bleah. Whither goest my charm with infants? LOL actually, just bribe them and say "Jie jie give you lollipop" then they'll laugh and love you.

I'm not sure whether the mom was aware of what happened lah, she just remained expressionless.

So when they reached the 9th floor, they alighted and the baby laughed again.

......

Must be my face.


Monday, November 10, 2003

Ok, today I was late for chemistry lesson. 45 min to be exact. 45 min and some 20 seconds to be more accurate.
Oh wow, I really overdo my record for being late eh?

So anyways, I VIVIDLY remembered setting my alarm clock(handphone) at 6.55am, to get ready for the 8am lesson. But little do I know, the alarm doesn't ring when it's in silent mode. ARGGHHH. I miss my Nokia hp! With Nokia, it doesn't give a damn whether it is in silent mode or not, it still rings! And somemore, I'm able to tell whether it is in silent mode. With Samsung however, I can't tell a camel's ass from it. Not that I need to of course.

So because of this incident, I woke at 7am. Yah 7. I stare at the alarm clock, then went back to sleep again. Cuz whose mind is functioning properly when in the midst of near-coma. Then something tell me to wake again, this time it's 7.20. Went back to sleep. Woke again, 7.40. Went back to sleep. I think that something got pissed with me and so left me to sleep. Lol. Then I woke at 8am, and I was thinking "Yawn...8am...hmm...OH MY GOD!"
20 min later, I was at the bus stop, flagging for a taxi. But that bloody taxi-driver refused to acknowledged my presence and instead drove gleefully past me. WHAT THE HELL, I AM TOO SHORT FOR YOU TO SEE AR!!
Then as the taxi went past me, I saw someone else's familiar car. AHAHA. But too bad lah, couldn't take it.
Then bus 103 came and I thought, "Bloody hell, late already, might as well just continue to be late."
So I took 103 and surprise! I saw Eileen there and I asked her whether she was late, but she wasn't. SIGH. Lol, j/k.
Anyways, I asked her to help me think of excuses to tell Mrs Teo, she suggested diarrhea or saying that my keys were missing. Since diarrhea sounds so undignified, I decided to make up a story where my dad took the keys and I had to wait for him to get back before I can be let out.
So I was worrying all the way while Eileen was eh, amused. Hiak hiak.
Anyways lah, I reached school and didn't had to say an excuse cuz Mrs Teo just said "HEIDI...Haha, late for 45min ar, so stay back for 45min and help me clean this and that" (forgot what she really said). 45min..wow...I'm dead.
But to cut long story short, the 45min wasn't wasted since I had to go for 3e1's chem lesson and then after that went to Compasspoint Shopping Centre with Mags, Cynth, Kelly, Hui Qian and Aky(sorry ar, I wanted to put your name, but don't know why ended up typing mine).

Long story. Kinda boring also. But nevermind, if no one reads it, I will.

Hi, how have you been? I hope you're doing fine. and that this isn't a lonely night for you.
I see a little star twinkling now, but of course, it isn't really so little when you think about it. But I digress.
As my eyes adjust to the darkness of the night sky, more stars come out for me. Stars which I've never noticed, but has always been out there, shining.
One day, I'll name my favourite stars, and when I call out their names and look hard enough for them, they'll come out of their hiding places and dance for me.
Everything is so still right now, except for the occasional flashing of someone's TV. It's a whole different world at night, the air is cooler, it's so much quieter. A soul-stirring silence. A time to give way to melancholy, or to reflection. For now, I'll just be content, staring at the night sky. Peaceful. And a little scary, since I'm afraid of ghosts.
I'll turn in now and let this night blanket me. I'll go to sleep with a smile on my face. And I know, somewhere out there, someone is sharing this night with me.

I hope the stars came out for you tonight.

Sunday, November 09, 2003

I Can See

I look at you and see all the pain that you try so hard to hide
I feel the tears pressing on your heart, unacknowledged and uncried
I know that you are hurting and I know it's hard for you
You try so hard to hide all the problems you go through
But I can see the struggle that nobody else is willing to see
The troubled thoughts you think, your silent, desperate plea
The feelings are locked inside you, you are so afraid to let them show
And you believe that by keeping quiet, nobody else will ever know
But I can see the hurt and the secrets still inside
I can see the truth that you try so hard to hide

---Hellsangel

Thursday, November 06, 2003

Oh my God...just now there were two scary Indian men who claim to be property agents, knocking on the door to my house! As I was wearing t-shirt stained with chocolate(my sinful pleasure) I called my mom to deal with them instead.

When my mom explained that we do not want to sell our houses, the big man's expression turned positively stony and scary. He stood at the door of my house for a while, while my mom walk back to the TV room. I was in the living room surfing the net, and right in his view, so I could see his reactions. Since he didn't walk away immediately, I was terrified that he and his partner would suddenly shout and bang their way into my house and hack us all(mom, bro and I) to death.
Then we would become just another satistic..."Number of People in a year who get murdered in their own homes"

I am thankful that my neighbours live near me so that if we shout and scream, at least they can hear us and hopefully save us. But then, I'm just imagining too much. I guess I've been watching too much of "True Crime" or whatever it is called. Ergh.
I'm back!
so delighted to convey the news that my group, Oxygen(yes, that's my group name) won. Actually, I'm not that delighted. Just satisfied, I guess. That even with my slackish attitude, I can at least handle some bit of responsibility. But I have to say, we won not because of me, but because of my group. We worked well!
The theme for groups' names this year was OTAH.
So I got O.
Then there was Titanium, Aluminium and Hydrogen, and together, WE ARE THE PERIODIC TABLE!
Lol lameness aside, I had a wonderful camp, very relaxed though, and kinda boring. ._.

Anyways, this is my group cheer...(please bear in mind that my group's name is Oxyen)
Sing this according to the tune of the Barney song, you know the one that goes, "I love you, you love me, we are happy family..."

"You need us, you breathe us, you caaaan't live withoout us,
for you fart us, out your ass.."
Then we would abrubtly stop singing and I would shout "Oxygen!"
and the rest of my group will shout "Oooh yeah!"

And our shrot cheer goes this way, when our group name is called, we would making a breathing nice, then whoose out all the air, the sound we make while we are breathing, but louder and moore exaggerated.
Yup, defly a creative group ;)

"Where do we go nobody knows
I've gotta say I'm on my way down
God give me style and give me grace
God put a smile upon my face
Where do we go to draw the line?
I've gotta say I wasted all your time,
Where do I go to fall from grace?
God put a smile upon your face

Monday, November 03, 2003

And I'm off for 3 days 2 nights camp.
Seeya guys! When I come back, I'm sure there would be lotsa things to post about aside from the events of my mundane existance.

Wednesday, October 29, 2003

I'm addicted to Coke!! And that's Coca-Cola to you, not cocain...
I shall stop comsuming so much of Coke. Previously, I drink at least a cup of it everyday(no wonder...)
Now I shall restrict myself to just once a week.
Uh. On second thought, maybe twice a week. =X
Stupid vending machines in school, tempt me beyond resistance.
This is a picture of my beloved drink posing with two other hairy men.


As you can see, these two men are flying. I say "what a load of crap" to that. Drinking Coke won't make you fly, it'll make you so fat that you'll sink. What a misleading picture...Of course I'm not implying I'm that worse off lah
Whoever invented Coca-Cola was a genius, man...
Oh fun fact here, Coca-Cola was invented by John Pemberton, a pharmacist, in 1886. He invented it quite by accidently, since he was trying to concoct a cure for headache actually. Too bad he didn't have much business sense, and sold off the Coca-Cola product to another man Asa Griggs Candler, who was the one who made the first step to make the Coca-Cola company what it is today.
Ok enough of tidbits of information which I'm sure most of you won't bother to read.

I'm gonna lose weight! I promise! Lose 5 kg by uh..December. Although I think it's somehow impossible...Nevermind though.
This shall be my motto as of today. No, tomorrow.
---> "Once past the lips, forever on the hips."

HAH! As if I have that much self-discipline...


Monday, October 27, 2003

Actually I have lotsa amusing things to post but due to time constraint...ok ok, due to my overwhelming laziness, I decided to post them when I have the time--when I feel like making the effort. Which should be about tomorrow, minus or plus a week.

Eh...so...well..as you can see, I'm short of words here. So I don't know why you are reading this far, assuming you bothered to read my words. But since you did, I'm obliged to entertain you aren't I...oh what the hell, go entertain your ownself. If you know what I mean *snickers*

Friday, October 24, 2003

This is just to tell you guys that I am not dead---yet.
Just that past few days there've been quite alot of BIG BIG events that happened to me.
Furthermore, I just got back alive from a whole day of being out with my parents which consists of dragging my feet along and following my mom wherever she shops. *shudders*
AHHH INSECT!
I HATE INSECTS!
T_T
GO AWAY
WHY WON'T YOU JUST DIEE
T_T it's flying around now...
I. hate. insects.

Post you tomorrow guys...if I manage to survive the insect's attack...

Tuesday, October 21, 2003

I hate my brother.
My handphone got stolen today. And I am positively certain that I brought it to school and didn't lose it because I was using it during class(only to check the date I swear).

I suspect that it must have been stolen during recess time.
Right now, I don't really feel like typing out the story. Too weary. I can't tell my parents to buy me a new hp, can't be that selfish, cuz it's through my own carelessness that I lost my hp. And as punishment, I think I shall just go without a hp. For a while. Lol.

Yah, I got back my results today. Maths for 27/100. Yes, please cheer for me everyone. Woohoo! Thank you thank you.
As for Engligsh though, I got the highest in the whole level. Beat Jeremy by 0.6 point. Quite pathetic right. Although I had hope it would be Grace that would get the highest. Since she has been quite sad recently. I wasn't expecting to get top anyways.

Sigh. Innocent until proven guilty.

Friday, October 17, 2003

I'm achin' all over. Frog jumps, burbies, sprinting, running, hitting, you name it, we did it(almost).
I bet I'm gonna severe muscle aches when I wake up tomorrow.

Ok, so several days ago, I unknowingly put my mother's red blazer into the washing machine, along with my clothes to wash. So when she came back, she blasted me. When I went to look at my clothes, I could see why, they were all dyed red or pink. (_-_) *pengz*
So, my sch u, socks and underwear all got a reddish tint on them. ARGH SCHOOL UNIFORM.
If I wear pink school uniform to school, how am I going to face everyone.
"Oh haha..new style, new style..." -_-
And my socks! Pink! Yah, and I'll get detain by all teachers and probably get my socks confiscated and walk barefoot around the school. Talk about being a bohemian*

So my underwear was affected too. White panties become pink, green panties become somewhere between green and pink, while pink panties become...pinkier(if there's such a word)
I don't wear granny panties, if you happen to think so. I wear those cute little ones with ribbons on them(but no cartoons of course). And they come in so many colours!
Ok, you can stop imagining me in my underpants now.
As for my sports bra, a normally pristine white one, has now become...pink. And I must say, the red dye did a good job. It managed to colour my whole bra pink, except for the sides, which has this line of logo running through it. Nvm, why am I describing my bra anyways, you won't be able to know who it look like.
So the other day, when I wore my pink The-Bra-Formerly-Known-As-White-Bra, my friend Sindy(one horny girl =D)
saw it(just the strap lah) and exclaimed "So nice!!"
While I look at her in disbelief and said dryly, "Sindy, it is not what you think I all."
Thus, I explained to her whatever that had happened to my white bra. At the end of my long-winded story, she said "So nice!!"
"............"

In case you think I'm some kinda flasher, I don't delibrately expose my bras for all to see. But if you're wearing sports jerseys and have been running your butt off for the past 1 hour, you'll understand why. We don't still look neat and tidy and immaculate after hours of running and hitting, period.

Farewell white underwear! Farewell to thee!

Ever got caught between a rock and a hard place before?

I'm not a puppet, nor a pawn, for you to pull my strings at will.
Can't you see what you're doing? Or are you too blind to know what's happening.
To give then to take away. Whoever said it was the easy way out...You underestimate the power your decisions hold and the choices or lack of, that we're forced to deal with.
Don't you understand, that there are just some things we can't leave behind...

"I'll never let you see
The way my broken heart is hurting me
I've got my pride and I know how to hide
All the sorrow and pain
I'll do my crying in the rain"


Thursday, October 16, 2003

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Once again...angelfire has caught me in the act!
I shall have to pack and move for the...3rd time, no 4th, or was it 5th? So anyways, I think I shall have to rely on a less cruel houselord since angelfire always manage to track me down and evict me, just because I don't pay for their offers and programmes. Who would? Many I guess.

My exams are over. Yes. Yay. Pardon me for not jumping with joy. Because after all, come to think about it, I'm facing sec 4 next year(If I can get to be promoted that is)
and in preparation for my O levels, I'm gonna have to go back to school frequently during the holidays for lessons to 'prepare' me for sec 4 life. On top of all that is training 3 times(or even more) a week, every week, every month, every year. Do your sums.

I'm sorry to sound so pessimistic, I'm just being practical. But seriously, do you think someone like me would care about all the above?
And the answer is a firm, confirmed, very firm. "No."
It's back to "All play, no work" life for me. As if I haven't been living it already.

So tata for now folks. My eyes are itchy, I'm gonna drop dead soon from sleepiness and I really don't feel like going for training tomorrow. Never felt better in my whole entire total complete 15-years of life right now.




You do know I'm kidding right? Right?? Oh just keep me in a padded cell...with a strait-jacket to boot.

p/s: The empty pic and the lack of song would be here to stay for a while. At least, until I manage to find another host website.

Tuesday, October 14, 2003

By the time most of you read this post, my exams would already be over!! WEEPEE!! Ok, maybe not really over, since I still have Chinese listening but..what the heck, who actually studies for listening. The only thing we can do is to dig our ears clean before the day of the paper.

I hope I won't get retained. I must NOT get retained.
I hope no one in my class or in this level retains too.
Oh dear...it's getting really late, I'll have to sleep now, or I can forget about waking up in time tomorrow. Ciaos ppl, wish me luck!

Sunday, October 12, 2003

ARGH. WO HAO XING KU ARRRRRR!!! Translation: I'm feeling soooo under the weather.

I've got sinustus, for those who doesn't know what it means, look it up in the dict. Alright, one of the symptons of it means waking up every morning with a blocked nose.(Cuz it's colddddd) B-r-r-r.

Since the sky has been getting rid of its excess water almost everyday, the weather is cold. And because the weather is cold, I get blocked nose. And because I have blocked nose, it means a)I can't breathe properly, b)have to sniffle every min c)keep sneezing or d)all of above and left.
SIGH. But nevermind, I love the rain, so it's a (almost)small price to pay.

Well exams aren't over yet, I still have my literature paper, physics paper and Chinese listening paper(HAH)
I just read in the newspaper today that more and more students are dropping lit because of the objective way it's marked. I couldn't agree more. LIT is not for everyone.
And seriously, those ppl who are good in lit should consider being a psychologist. I mean, look at the language Shakespeare use. You have to be a genius(or an expert in victorian english) to understand fully what is being said(without the study guide) and analyse the person's character through his whatever.

I'll give you an example.

Sir Andrew: By my troth, the fool has an excellent breast. I had rather than forty shillings I had such a leg, and so sweet a breath to sing as the fool has. In sooth, thou wast in very gracious fooling last night, when thou spok'st of Pigrogromitus of the Vapians passing the equinoctial of Quebus. 'Twas very good, i'faith. I sent thee sixpence for thy leman, hadst it?

If you're wondering, no, there isn't any spelling mistakes and this is from a passage of my Lit textbook.
Yes you can pity me now.
At first glance, I would take this to be a load of balderdash, poppycock(nonsense).
See my interpretation of it without the study guide.

Sir Andrew: The fool has nice breasts. I would give 40 shillings to have a leg like his and a sweet breath like his, that enables him to sing. Truthfully, you were very graceful in fooling last night, you talk about Pigrogromitus, of the Vapians passing the equinoctual of Quebus. It was very good. I gave 6 pence to your mistress, didn't I?

and this is the correct interpretation...
Sir Andrew: This entertainer has an excellent voice. I would give 40 shillings to have a posture such as his. And a sweet voice to sing like he had. In truth, you(refering to the entertainer--the Fool) were very pleasing to hear last night when you talked about whatever you had talked about. I did give your sweetheart 6 pence did I?

This interpretation isn't really accurate. And the example shown here isn't really good enough to show the contrast, so what the heck, at least you get the idea of what type of English I have to read every lit lesson.
So thou will pardon me if I speakst strangely sometimes, will you not?

Ok back to studying lit I go...

Saturday, October 11, 2003

"That's All"
Sung by: Michael Buble


I can only give you love that lasts forever,
And a promise to be near each time you call.
And the only heart I own
For you and you alone
That's all,
That's all...

I can only give you country walks in springtime
And a hand to hold when leaves begin to fall;
And a love whose burning light
Will warm the winter's night
That's all,
That's all.

There are those I am sure who have told you,
They would give you the world for a toy.
All I have are these arms to enfold you,
And a love even time can't destroy.

If you're wondering what I'm asking in return, dear,
You'll be glad to know that my demands are small.
Say it's me that you'll adore,
For now and evermore
That's all,
That's all.
On the day before my chinese exam, I actually slept all the way throughout the night!!
Must have been the 12 panadols I've taken within 6 days.

I've been feeling unwell for this whole exam week, talk about being unlucky. Actually I've lotsa amusing things to post, but then I forgot about them all again. AGAIN.


So on the day of my chinese exam---which was yesterday---I kept sneezing every 5 min. Or at least I think I did. So imagine how uncomfortable it is to have 2 Niagra Falls running down your nose,** while you are doing your chinese exams.

As expected, I forgot all the words(except for one) for the filling in the blanks section. Exam time cannot copy lah.

I look at my sitemeter and I'm astounded by the sudden increase of traffic to my site. Hmm *looks around suspiciously * (o.O) (O.o) (O.O) (o.o)

I am now watching Return of the Condor Heroes, I bought the VCD with my own money last year!! Alright, actually only $20, the rest of the $30, I took from dad.
For those who don't know better, Fann Wong is starring inside. I like her and all those who are gonna puke in my face, please puke somewhere else. You see that dustbin over there? Yeah, that's for you.



**I'm actually referring to mucus, you know, the liquid that flows out your nose?


Wednesday, October 08, 2003

Oh dear...

I still have 10 chapters of Maths(That's about 100+ sections) to complete. And I only have 2 hours left.

WHY WHY WHY do I always get myself into a fix like that??

Thanks to all those who have spent their time coaching me. And expecially thanks to Maggie, who slogged it out with me. Ok actually she didn't. I had to drag her kicking and screaming to study with me.

Arigatou!

Monday, October 06, 2003

HURRAY!!! I'M SO HAPPYYYYYYY!!! *runs around the room screaming*
The Legendery Swordsman is on tv every afternoon from Mon to Fri at 3.30pm!!! YESSSS!!! OH YESSS OH YESSS! After wishing for 3 years that it would be shown on Tv, I finall got my wish!! WOOOOHOOOO. But...once exams are over, I won't get to watch it everyday cuz I have trainings...Sigh... (.___.)
But NVM! AS LONG AS I GET TO WATCH IT!

**update: It wasn't the version I wanted. The version with Fann Wong acting inside! Baaaaaaah Got me so happy for nothing...**

Ok Geog paper is over, I would most likely get a pass! A borderline pass. Yay! Ole! As long as I pass Geog and get about B3 for Social Studies, I may just be able to scrape an overall end-year pass! Wee!

Ok now lets set aside the great news. My english compo was simply put, a disaster. THERE WASN'T ENOUGH TIME. I didn't know whether or not I had to write 2 sections or 1. So I wasted precious time because my artistic temperment flared up. My compo was sooo unstructured, there wasn't even a storyline.
The summary of it was, a man went to this lady's office to give a proposal. The lady said no. The man stormed back to his own office, then the lady came to his office, ask him to do a new proposal by today and walk out.
End of story. Ok this isn't even a story. I'm not kidding, that is basically it. I wanted to develop the lady's character by writing her as someone who on the surface seems to be seducing her boss to rise up the office hierachy, but in actual fact, she's his daughter.
Anyways, there wasn't time and halfway through the story, I went to write Section 2.
I wrote the ending of section 1 when there was only 1 min left. So pathetic right...for the first time ever in my history of writing compos, this may be the one I'm gonna fail, the one where I really sincerely worry that I may fail.
This may sound ike I'm boasting or wahtever, but English is my best subject and I'm counting on it not to get me retain.

Ok I wanted to write about my visit to the dentist last week but it kept slipping through my mind. And right now, I don't have the time. Well actually I do, but I'm too lazy. Tomorrow then!

Sunday, October 05, 2003

Season = Winter
You're Most Like The Season Winter ...

You're often depicted as the cold, distant season.
But you're incredibly intelligent, mature and
Independant. You have an air of power around
you - and that can sometimes scare people off.
You're complex, and get hurt easily - so you
rarely let people in if you can help it. You
can be somewhat of a loner, but just as easily
you could be the leader of many. You Tend to be
negative, and hard to relate to, but you give
off a relaxed image despite being insecure -
and secretly many people long to be like you,
not knowing how deep the Winter season really
is.

Well done... You're the most inspirational of
seasons :)


?? Which Season Are You ??
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I didn't name my blog winter for nothing...
Anyone wants to be like me?? I can give lessons for free! Lol

This is gonna be a long long week..
Oh well
Exams are here! Hurra Hurra! Nuts.

Saturday, October 04, 2003

Kenny Loggins---For The First Time

Are those your eyes?
Is that your smile?
I've been looking at you for ever,
But I never saw you before.
Are these your hands? Holding mine?
Now I wonder how I could have been so blind.
And for the first time, I am looking in your eyes.
For the first time, I'm seeing who you are.
I can't believe how much I see,
When you're looking back at me.
Now I understand what love is,
Love is...
For the first time...

Can this be real?
Can this be true?
Am I the person I was this morning?
And are you the same you?
It's all so strange.
How can it be?
All along this love was right in front of me!
And for the first time, I am looking in your eyes.
For the first time, I am seeing who you are.
I can't believe how much I see,
When you're looking back at me.
Now I understand what love is...
Love is...
For the first time.

Such a long time ago,
I had given up on finding this emotion,
Ever again.
But you're here with me now,
Yes I found you somehow,
And I've never been so sure.
And for the first time, I am looking in your eyes,
For the first time, I'm seeing who you are,
Can't believe how much I see,
When you're looking back at me.
Now I understand what love is...
Love is...
For the first time.
HMMM

Recently, there are more and more blogs(and all sorts of online diaries) created by X I N M I N pupils(I shadn't type the name without the spacing, cuz it'll then be easier to search for my blog in google)
Last year, maybe less than 20 ppl in this school had blogs, this year, "BOOM!" and suddenly you even get classes having their own blogs. It's kinda annoying, since this would mean blogs would get more publicized, worse still, they complain about teachers openly. And this blog thing isn't special anymore, not with so many other schoolmates having the same thing too. I rather miss the days where I could count the no. of ppl(including me) in this school who had blogs, on my digits. In case you don't know, digits here doesn't mean the numbers, it means my fingers and toes.

So by now, you think the teachers would still remain oblivous to the existance of blogs?
It's rather unfair for those who rather remain in-con-spi-cuos(like me lol) All because of those who do not know(or choose to ignore the fact) that blogs are private things and meant to remain that way. Not go around in computer labs during lesson times or whatever and start blog-surfing and copying html codes. We spent so many hours slogging over our webbies, and you just come along, view the source, copy the codes, and paste it in your websites. It may not be copywrited, but still, after all the hours put in, one would feel a sense of ownership over the html. It gives our blogs the individuality and uniqueness. Not so now.

Instead they flaunt off their blogs, telling everyone from here to there to come view it. And with people linking each other everywhere, sooner or later people who want their blogs to remain private, will get the opposite of what they wish for. It's unfair. So bloody unfair, because of you guys, I may have to change my blog address. I like my current URL a lot thank you very much.

Ok, I know I may get rotten tomatoes(could I have some bananas instead?) in my face because of this post. Cuz I'm going to splatter some ppl with accusations in this post. Mainly the lower sec ppl. Please compare (most) upper sec blogs and (most)lower sec blogs, you see the difference? Yah, I'm in the upper sec, and no, that's no reason for being snobbish. But honestly, could you guys just remain more discreet about this whole thing??

Actually it's rather too late for that. It would be wise for you guys to stop crapping about teachers or the school so openly. If you do not want your blog to be found that easily, then refrain from putting the name of our school in your blog. And be careful of links too.

And yes, I do know you're reading my blog.

Thursday, October 02, 2003

Thanks to Heli for buying me the Geography book and for a whole lot of other stuff. (I was so surprised when you bought that book, but still, you must accept my money mah)

On Tuesday, I SAW THE MOON!(and Mars too)
Yah, you ask what's the big deal, you see the moon everyday and you might even have a moon-shape birthmark somewhere along your butt. But the fact is...I SAW THE MOON UP-CLOSE AND PERSONAL. As in, the craters and everything. 3e1 and 3e6 went to the Science Centre to view the Moon and Mars from the observatory. So Moon was magnified 300 times. But the smallest crater we could see was about 1km wide. So we couldn't see the American flag. Lol

When I was first saw it, my first reaction was..."Is it real?"
Dr Grumpy(nah, he wasn't called Grumpy, but he was grumpy) laughed and told Mrs Teo, "Your student asked if it's real HAHAHA" oh thanks, as if I wasn't suaku(moutain turtle) enough.

I saw Mars too, although compared to the Moon, it was less impressive. But still, I was able to see its craters, and ice-caps. Yes it was yellowish-orange and no, I didn't see any little green men. But you couldn't be sure that there wasn't life on Mars at all, could you? Apparently, Dr G. was vehemently opposed to the idea of life on Mars and Moon, I think he didn't even like the idea of Aliens.
"As students of science..blah blah blah"
But he's kinda nice though, he taught us how to measure the sky in degrees. From eye level, 1 fist is 10 degrees. The moon sets about 15 degrees every hour. Oh the wonders of space...

So after everything, a nap on the bus and alighting at a bus-stop, I proceeded to pretend to be sms-ing on my hp. Cuz Mrs Teo was sitting with Erica(or was it Genevieve?) and talking to her, I would rather not be noticed so I tried to act as inconspiciously as possible(of cuz, if I play with the handphone in school, I would be damn bloody obvious) Because of my absent-mindedness, I missed the 322 bus and watched it zoom by while my arm waved SECONDS too late. Mrs Teo was also taking that bus too, so she missed it and ended up persuading me to walk home with her. I was a little apprehensive about it, since she was the H.O.D of Science for goodness sakes, and I've always been scolded by her for not paying attention =X But it was ok walking home with her, she told me about how she almost got molested years ago and about this and that. All the while I was making dumb replies such as "Wah..." "Really ah..." "Oh." "Haha.." Add in a foolish grin and the result is how I looked at that time--idiot. Oh sure, add in drool too, it wouldn't have looked out of place.

She was nice though, had a few mis-conceptions about her. Turns out she lives pretty near me. =|
(I have the suspision that she knows where I live all along, oh dear...)

**Update
Happy Children's Day everyone. I know it's on October 1st, but it's better late than never isn't it.
So HOORAY for the child in you!

Tuesday, September 30, 2003

YAWN

There's was chemistry test today and I totally forgot about it. I tried to copy(the notes were under my desk) but since Mrs Teo kept walking around offering hints and even to the point of helping us do it, I didn't bother cheating. LOL

I shall lose weight, I've already drawn up a plan, a schedule, a vision, a dream, a...whatever. So the point is, I shall lose 0.5g every week(anymore weight loss per week is unhealthy, information given courtesy of Marya, SJAB member) Look at this man! *Holds up fats*
*fats jiggle*
They can even do the Moonwalk. Ok, I'm just exaggerating, they can only do the Macarena.

Exams coming in less than a week and I only studied some!!! *panic attack*
Oh well, what's new

Sunday, September 28, 2003

Nope, nothing's wrong with me. Just a silent scream we all need to let out sometimes.

Oh I know, those of you who know me better, you will shake your head and think "Your ass! Where got nothing wrong with you!"
Ok ok, there are lots of things wrong with me. I want a perkier butt, smoother complexion, more height, smarter brains, (no need bigger breasts, bounces around too much). Yup, this about sums up the tip of the iceberg.

What I realise is...I forgot what I wanted to type. -_-" hey I can't help it alright! It's just that my memory is really short-term. Although I still remembered the fatty guy who stole my lollipop when I was 5...Just kidding. He stole my lollipop when I was 6. Like I've said to someone just now, we always remember the fat ones. (._.)

I have exams coming up. I wish they could just be over as quickly as possible. Not too long ago my defination of a nightmare is waking up in the morning then finding out a)you're late for school b)you didn't study the night before c)you don't know what exam it is today.
But then again, those were the usual stuff that happened to me, so technically speaking, they weren't nightmares. They were dreams-come-true.

Blah. I'll remember what I wanted to post, somehow, somewhere. It'll hit me right in the face, and I'll slap my forehead and think "Doh! Why didn't I think of it earlier?!"

Goodnight everyone and cheerios. Don't you just wish you could see what's behind the mask?

Saturday, September 27, 2003

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woshoubuliaowozijidedanchunwoshoubuliao
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jiadezisiwoshoubuliaowozijideyemanxing
woshoubuliaowodejiarenweisheme
wopianpianbunengfangdexia
weishemewobunengyongganyidian
weishemewohuizhemedanxiao
woshemenimendouyaozheyangdui
wonandaowoyouzhemebuzhiderenzhenxi

Thursday, September 25, 2003

Today I woke at around 7am today. My first thought was..."Eh...how come so bright?" Looks at the clock.
"OH SHIT" Then I quickly jumped out of bed(I forgot whether I let out a shriek or not) and msged Mab for help.
So after rushing through everything(undressing and changing in my room) I stuffed everything in the carboard gargled some water, swallowed it, wet face, dug for a bra(couldn't find one, so...)** Contemplated wearing blue socks since I couldn't find my white ones(found them anyway), walked calmly to the door since my mom was watching(she would scold me if she knew I was late, I had to pretend I wasn't) Opened the door, locked it, walk calmly along the corridor until my mom couldn't see me, then ran like hell to the lift, tap my foot impatiently for it to come, ran out of the lift and all the way past traffic lights and finally...car. Whew.
And to think just 15 min ago, I was dreaming that I was running. The irony of it huh.

So eventful start to my day and eventful finish to it. On the way home, I took the 163 bus to a bus stop. Then tok 163 back again, all because I thought I saw 103 instead of 163. And I actually saw the advertisement on the bus about agmatism(however you spell it) It means blurred vision. Talk about the IRONY of it all.
But it's quite amusing lah. Learnt a new word today. Visionary---a person who lives in his fantasy, cut off from the practical world. But it's more commonly used as a positive adjective, although in this case, it'll be more negative for me. HAH


Visionary is me.
Gotta rush through chinese test. Wish me luck! Ta.

**I wore my bra to school lah

Tuesday, September 23, 2003

(Theme from "Free Willy 2")
Written and Composed by Michael Jackson.


Have you seen my Childhood?
I'm searching for the world that I come from
'Cause I've been looking around
In the lost and found of my heart...
No one understands me
They view it as such strange eccentricities...
'Cause I keep kidding around
Like a child, but pardon me...

People say I'm not okay
'Cause I love such elementary things...
It's been my fate to compensate,
for the Childhood
I've never known...

Have you seen my Childhood?
I'm searching for that wonder in my youth
Like pirates and adventurous dreams,
Of conquest and kings on the throne...

Before you judge me, try hard to love me,
Look within your heart then ask,
Have you seen my Childhood?

People say I'm strange that way
'Cause I love such elementary things,
It's been my fate to compensate,
for the Childhood I've never known...

Have you seen my Childhood?
I'm searching for that wonder in my youth
Like fantastical stories to share
The dreams I would dare, watch me fly...

Before you judge me, try hard to love me.
The painful youth I've had
Have you seen my Childhood....

Monday, September 22, 2003

As promised, the first part of my stuff on faeries and other 'little people'.

Nature Spirits ~ Devas ~ Elementals ~ Trees



Devas are spirits usually invisible to the untrained human eye.



They are part of the Angelic Kingdom and are in direct service to
the world of nature expressing themselves as one of the 4 elements.



The exist in the etheric world which penetrates our own.

They can be seen or felt with our inner senses.
The Jews call them Shedim.
The Egyptians called them Afries.
Africans named them Yowahoos.
Persians called them Devs.



Nature Devas: Hidden Mysteries by Joshua David Stone

There are three groups of Devas: 1. All elementals working with the etheric doubles of humankind and all elementals working with the etheric bodies of inanimate objects. The "violet devas" (evolve through feeling, education of humankind) are on an evolutionary path. The elementals are on the evolutionary path their goal being to evolve into the deva kingdom with the violet color.

2. The fairies and elves--build and color the flowers--the elementals who work with the vegetables, fruits, and al the verdure that covers the earth's surface. Also connected with this group-devas of magnetization that are connected to stones, talismans, and the sacred spots of the Earth. There is one last groups of devas in this group that are found around the habitations of the masters who live on the Earth.

3. Those in this group work with the elementals of the air and sea, the sylphs, the water fairies, and the devas who guard human beings.



Nature Spirits



Pan is the God of the nature spirits. He is half man and half goat. The nature spirits are for the most part composed of etheric matter. Their job is to build the plants. They channel the etheric forces they receive into physically constructing the particular plant patterns they are receiving from the devas. They are like the physical workers who carry out the architectural blueprints. They express great joy and delight in their work. They vary in size from a fraction of an inch to elves who are three to four feet tall.





Those who live in the Middle East, or who have relatives over there, be careful. Don't go to the West Bank for this week, there may be an explosion over there. Nah, no need to look, this info isn't written down in newspapers or whatever. No, I'm not in a conspiracy too. Lol

Will update this post when I've finished watching Zoe Tay and Li Nanxing having babies.

Sunday, September 21, 2003

How I wish I have a cocoon, or a shell.
It's no wonder I like turtles best huh.
Would anyone pull me up? Discount the fact that I'm too heavy. lol
If only you could understand. Warmth, I need warmth. Sadly, I get none. From within maybe, I'll warm myself from within.
Oh yeah *slap slap* I'm lazy to write here. But tomorrow, I'll post facts about faeries, gnomes, elves, pixies, you know, the little folks you've often heard about when you were young?
Yeah, so stay tune for more adventures offffff "The Short Tales"

Tuesday, September 16, 2003

Hey ppl, watch out for Nov 8. Go check the web or whatever. Some celestial event.
There's also this hurricane Isabel, guess something would happen to USA, NY area, around morning time for them.


I haven't done my chemistry yet. I guess I'm gonna be dead meat. (meatified) lol. You don't get the joke? Nvm, it's expected.

By the way, if you see me smiling at you more often, or when there's no reason to, please don't be alarmed or think I'm crazy(not that you don't already do)
Because I've decided to grin at more people, more often now.(see previous entry's comments)
You there, see me flashing my smile at you? What? You don't give a damn? HMPF! No wonder you look like that! Pig!
Hey, what about you? *grins* WOW, really? It brightens up your day? *sob sob* I'm so glad, thank you thank you.

Monday, September 15, 2003

never go against a Sicilian when death is on the line says:
its nice to talk to a girl who i dont have to drag conversations out of like squeesing molasis from a bottle
®"Dear Satan, they're all dead, what now?"® says:
it's nice to talk to a guy who doesn't ask about my bra size
never go against a Sicilian when death is on the line says:
i forgot

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never go against a Sicilian when death is on the line says:
i think short cirls are cute though
never go against a Sicilian when death is on the line says:
girls*
®"Dear Satan, they're all dead, what now?"® says:
oh thank you
®"Dear Satan, they're all dead, what now?"® says:
thank you very much
®"Dear Satan, they're all dead, what now?"® says:
the opinion is hard to come by nowadays
®"Dear Satan, they're all dead, what now?"® says:
lol
never go against a Sicilian when death is on the line says:
hehehe
never go against a Sicilian when death is on the line says:
i think im getting quite good at detecting your sarcasm

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never go against a Sicilian when death is on the line says:
psha.....i could have been sleeping.....but instead i sat here talking to you
®"Dear Satan, they're all dead, what now?"® says:
awww
®"Dear Satan, they're all dead, what now?"® says:
i'm so sorry
never go against a Sicilian when death is on the line says:
and i didnt even get any
®"Dear Satan, they're all dead, what now?"® says:
uh huh...
never go against a Sicilian when death is on the line says:
.......im kidding
®"Dear Satan, they're all dead, what now?"® says:
lol
never go against a Sicilian when death is on the line says:
.......
never go against a Sicilian when death is on the line says:
you went all silent as if you thought i was seriouse
®"Dear Satan, they're all dead, what now?"® says:
lol i was waiting to see what you were gonna type
never go against a Sicilian when death is on the line says:
oh
never go against a Sicilian when death is on the line says:
no it was worth it
never go against a Sicilian when death is on the line says:
i like you


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Name: Orian Parker
Age: 18
Eyes: Blue-grey
Height: 180cm/ 5'11
More Info: Quotes from various literay works, a bit of a poet, songwriter, guitar player. Very humourous. Smart ass.
Girls would find him attractive.


I think I'm gonna swoon...

Sunday, September 14, 2003

Chantal Kreviazuk--Feels like Home

Somethin' in your eyes, makes me wanna lose myself
Makes me wanna lose myself, in your arms
There's somethin' in your voice, makes my heart beat fast
Hope this feeling lasts, the rest of my life

If you knew how lonely my life has been
And how long I've been so alone
And if you knew how I wanted someone to come along
And change my life the way you've done

It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way back where I come from
It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong

A window breaks, down a long, dark street
And a siren wails in the night
But I'm alright, 'cause I have you here with me
And I can almost see, through the dark there is light

Well, if you knew how much this moment means to me
And how long I've waited for your touch
And if you knew how happy you are making me
I never thought that I'd love anyone so much

It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way the back where I come from
It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong
It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong

Saturday, September 13, 2003


"Do you know,
I'm searching for you,
Waiting for the day we'll be joined.
I know,
you're somewhere out there..."

Friday, September 12, 2003

Have you ever look out of a window, 13th storeys from the ground, and think of jumping down? Not to commit suicide of course, I love my life too much for that. But to experience the feeling of being totally free, without any restrictions, the thrill of the flight...
But human bodies are made of such dense substances that we'll probably all die, falling from such heights, or break many, if not all, bones. Ah well...one could always fantasize.

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival Singapore!! (aside from the fact that I'm 11 minutes late)

Can you believe it, I haven't eaten a single piece of mooncake(although I did eat a bit of a green tea flavour one then squash the rest in my hands)

Today(yesterday to be precise. 2 hours ago to be even more accurate), Cynth, Aky and me went to celebrate the festival down at my block. Too bad the rest couldn't come(Shi ying was too lazy)
I took my 30+cm dragon lantern down. Felt a little embarrassed.
We went all the way to the playground then started setting up our base. But alas, we didn't have enough candles. The only ones we had were 15cm long red high-quality. So Cynth and me went to Hougang Point to buy candles and other extras. I told her to take a short cut and we did, only except I lost my way. And what should have been a 3 min journey took 7 min.

We bought several packs of candles (4 packs for $1), some sparklers and 4 neon lights. Then back we went to Aky(who by this time had already send us 3 sms and called us once, complaining that people were laughing at her and we are to come back quickly)

So we burn all the candles happily, Ak and Cyn placed the candles in the shape of an 'S' for Synergy. The name of our badminton team. All the while they kept saying stuff like "Eh our 'S' is burning...our 'S' our 'S'! It's dropping! Our 'S' is meltling!"
While I sat on the wet floor(it rained heavily earlier on)
and proceeded to place the candles in a way such that when I light one candle, the rest will catch on one-by-one. Just like dominoes. But there wasn't really enough time left and the candles wouldn't go where I wanted so I gave up and started tearing strips of cardboard and place them on top of the candles so that they were catch on to the fire. We burnt some sparklers too. But I gave mine to a curious little girl and asked Akshaya for another one to give to another little girl also looking at us. They look really awed with the sparklers, enough so that they came to ask me for more.
Then another 2 girls later came to ask me if I could spare some candles. Why me?? Do I look soft to you! Do I??! Oh. I do. Haha, there you go girl, you want anymore?

Aky suggested asking Ms Lim to join us so we, or rather, I, smsed Ms Lim to come. "Hey Ms Lim, come and join me and Aky and Cynth. We are burning things now!"

Her reply: "Down as in near where we live? I don't want to get dirty, so smoky. I just bathed."

My reply: "Aiya nvm la. Yeah, down near where we live."
A few minutes later I send this msg "Hello this is Akshaya! haha"

Her reply: "Later you all get into the news. 3 sec school girls burnt down estates near playground or other?"

By this time we 3 suspected she was on her way to join us, but was asking in a way that we wouldn't suspect. Lol

So she came to join us and stood there and stare at the burning. Mini-campfire eh. I asked her to burn some stuff. But she refused. "Don't want lah, later get dirty, I don't want to bathe again!"

[-_-]" -_-|| (-_-)o

Then we continued to play with fire when suddenly this bare-chested uncle scolded us from his balcony. 2nd storey. "All the smoke so smelly. And people sitting there you still burn!(this one was referring to a lady, most probably a maid, who was lighting some things. She ran away when the man called out) Still burning wax on the chair!(this was referring to us) People have to seat one! And how are the cleaners going to clean the wax off! I'm going to call the police ah!"
The man was shouting in English. At that time I seriously considered shouting to him in Chinese "Uncle, wo ting bu dong ni zai jiang she me!(I don't understand what you're saying)"
Or maybe in Tamil "Yan de bu neng na, fang de bu neng dong!"<--I don't know what it means
From time to time, the uncle would peep through the tulips and spy on us. Yes tulips, there were pots of tulips adorning the window ledge, though I suspect it wasn't him who put them there, how can someone like him appreciate the simplistic beauty of tulips! They were fake by the way.
My candle formation didn't work and I had to aide by lighting up a few of the candles myself. Oh well...there's always next year, I'll make a smaller formation then.
We felt quite guilty when we saw the colourful mess we make, but since it was very dark, we didn't really clear all of the rubbish. Poor cleaners have to scrape off all the wax tomorrow...
Went bacj at about 10+
Fun night, wish it could last longer.
There's always next year though.
You aren't too old to play.
You're only old when you think so.
Childish? Nah...you don't see children fighting wars do you...

Till next time readers!

Wednesday, September 10, 2003

Me and my sunglasses

Recently, I've been wearing my sunglasses where ever I go. No, it's not to act cool or whatever, rather, it serves as a mask. Sunglasses sounds so impersonal, I'll call them Oakleys instead. They say that our eyes are the windows to our soul. I couldn't agree more. I realised how much our eyes betray us. With my Oakleys, I could actually stare at people straight in the eye without feeling akward or whatever. Cuz they don't know you're staring at them. I like observing people.

With my Oakleys, observing people is a piece of cake.
On the Mrt, I wore my Oakleys and stared. There were some who were also staring at me, probably thinking "This girl, why she wears sunglassese, it's so bloody dark here. Act cool ar"
But anyways, I saw this malay girl with a tudong. She was falling asleep and her head kept tilting to one side towards this ah beng with the gelled hair and gold chain. He looked annoyed. She looked...oblivous. So funny, her head kept tilting to the guy's shoulder and the guy kept trying to inch away. I couldn't prevent myself from smiling, so I guess some people actually knew I was looking at them.

There were also those who didn't look at me in the eye and kept fidgeting and turning their heads whenever they glance in my direction. Cuz they had no idea if I was looking at them, or some where else. I bet they would be insulted if they knew I was actually sleeping. In order to prevent some of them from knowing I was watching them, I pretended to fall asleep by tilting by head to one side. But that position proved too comfortable, I actually fell asleep. Lol Oh yah, and there was this guy who also kept dropping his head to my side, then jerking awake at the last moment. Just to be safe, I tried inching away with my butt.

So from now on, my Oakleys would be my friend, helping me to observe. Muah! Love ya Oaky!
I've been a busy person this past few days. On Monday, I went with Shiy ying, Maggie, Sindy and Cynthia to Westmall at Bukit Batok to help my father tend his stall while he go somewhere else. We were there to sell green tea. After that we met up with Ms Ng He Li

I shall write The Idiots' Guide to Sales...

1. Smile Smile and more Smiles
Smiling is good. The customers see you smile, they would feel like smiling to. And well, it gives a good impression to others. (Of cuz, it may have helped that I look like a girl)
But there are certain people, mostly ladies, who are very cold. They just walk past you without aknowledging you. Or maybe they were just blind or off into another world. Or maybe I was just too short.
"Would you like to try some Japanese Green tea?....HEY HELLO DID YOU SEE ME!!"

2. Bluff your way through
I didn't even know much about the types of green tea I was selling. So basically, I just crapped all the way through with the customers. For ladies, just tell them about how their complexion and wrinkles and pimples would get better. For men, tell them about their blood cholestrol level and cancer blah blah blah... Oh yes, I introduce slimming tea to the ladies too. HAHA and I kept saying it works well. I also use my mom as an example, how she applies the tea powder to her face with egg white and so on and how her face got better. I couldn't use me as an example, cuz ahem...well, I've uh. pimples. And anyways, I told them to call my father if they weren't pleased with the results, so if they have any complaints, they would be calling my father, not me. LOL
"It really works! You see my mother, her face got better and the scars cleared up!"
Nevermind the fact that my mom wasn't there. Anyways later on I called my mom to confirm whether her face really did clear up after using the powder. Fortunately, the answer was yes.

3. Projection
Projection, go check it up in the good ol' dictionary. I'm 15. Would you buy a $20+ health product from a 15 year-old girl? Chances are, you won't. So I didn't think about the fact that I was 15. Instead, I made my self believe I was qualified to stand there and sell the stuff. You would seem old enough to people then.
Ok, maybe I wasn't that qualified, after all, I don't even know what the heck I'm selling. And this man, or was it a lady, I forgot, he asked if I was from China. LOL No, I'm from India.

4. Plead, Flatter, Lick(their boots)
If professionalism wouldn't do it, charm would. Singaporeans(ok, actually everyone) they like being flattered, and know that they are doing you a big favour by buying your stuff. Lick their boots or lick them, whatever that gets you ahead. Use those big brown eyes and gaze adoringly at them, make them melt and feel for you.
"Please auntie...my family depends on me for food!!"<--I just said "please"
But there was this case where instead of me praising the auntie, she went to praise me instead. At that time I was crapping and crapping non-stop then suddenly the auntie said "Ni hen piao liang leh(you're very pretty)" I didn't really put it in mind and kept crapping, but alas, the auntie didn't buy. Sigh. After that then I realised what she said. Lol but SHE DIDN'T BUY ANYTHING BAH!!!

5. Chase after them
Yes, I thrust out the platter of tea samples at them and asked them to try it. Although most of them had grimaces on their faces after trying the samples, at least I did what I could.
But there was this lady who took a cup and walked away without a word. My friends and I, we were basically speechless.
And there was this guy with whiskers, he came and smell the tea. Smell smell smell then slowly drink then comment. He acted like he was a tea connoisseur. "This tea, you didn't stir it properly, you see, there's still residue left."
All the while my team mates and I had this awed expression on our faces. We let him try all sorts of tea and asked if he would like to buy.
"I go ask my mom and dad first. They like to drink tea."

"..."

So we made $57.90 on the first day. Then today, I made about $45+ to $60 or maybe more. Depends.
HAH! Man...that's good you know... In case you want to know, I get no commision

One more thing, do remember to remember the people that you served or asked. I made the mistake or approaching some of them more then once. And they just looked amusedly at me or annoyed. Ergh.

*Update*
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD
I just asked my mother to confirm some of the stuff that I crapped about, for example, I told this indian lady that the slimming tea wouldn't have any side effects and she wouldn't have diarrhoea. My mom said...YES THERE WOULD BE SOME DIARRHOEA!! And the one about scars clearing and pimples going off, my mom said the skin will clear but there would still be some scars!! Oh shit oh shit oh shit...hey wait, they would be calling my father instead of me! Whew. Oh shit, please please please just let her be satisfied with her face!

Sunday, September 07, 2003

"I shall call this mood, the Pensive..."

Moon bright bright
Star light light
Sun shine shine
Grant my wish
Quick Quick Quick.

Lol, that was a horrible attempt at trying to compose a poem on the beauty of the night.

"Even in the darkest night, songs of beauty can be born"
Something like that.

Pen on the paper
Chin on the hand
Smile on the face

anyone can complete the last line? Something that will fit in with the 'poem' above. What defines a poem anyway...

It's during times like this, when there's something waiting to get out of your head and be written down. But it's stucked. Yet you know it's there, the inspiration, something awe-inspiring and humbling, and beautiful and... it's there, just that it can't come out. Hehe
Writer's block? Or it's simply not time yet. Hmm...
All the same...
I know it's there.


Good night, Night.

Friday, September 05, 2003

My previous entry got erased..thanks to blogger. So I'm just gonna summarise everything and if it isn't amusing, blame blogger.

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Tiring day today. The whole Sec 3 level went to the RSAF(Republic of Singapore Air Force) air base for a field trip. I want to be a commando!(those army guyd with red berets) I want to be a pilot!! Those ladies in uniform, they were so damn cool! It's mainly because of their badges, the golden one with 'wings' on them! Nevermind if I'm too short to be a pilot! I WANT THOSE WINGS!! Ok enough of "I wants"

There were freebies and planes galore! I have a total of 5! freebies! 2 different posters of fighter jets, 1 blue strange cutesy bumble-bee thingy, 1 pencil with 'Typhoon'(from what I've gathered, it's some kind of plane) printed on it and 1 red frisbee-like thingamajig. Had to jostle my way through crowds to get them. Didn't really mind lugging them all the way home. Typical Singaporean Kiasu-nism at work again.
Oh and not to forget the 'future pilot' sticker I pasted first on my chest, then on my sleeve. Fruitful day!

There was this kid who kept saying "Don't push! Don't push!" while all the while he was doing the pushing and shoving. BAHH Everybody don't move! I go first.
Then we watched the aircraft show. And whoa, it was loud. I got to see those birds close up!! And when I say birds, I mean the planes.How I wish I could fly in the sky too...like a bird...so carefree. But then I would get motion sickness up in the air and puke all over the place, in that case I would wish myself back on land again.

Besides the planes. I had a great time looking at the men in uniforms. I have a thing for men in uniforms. I realise that pilots are actually very cute. And they have great bodies. Great bodies. Did I mention great bodies? Yeah...great bodies...

Tuesday, September 02, 2003

Situation now: OMG my mom is asking me to drink this black herbal thingy again. Supposedly good for my face. Shit. It's so bitter I can't swallow more than a few mouthfuls. The very thought of it brings bile to my mouth. Yeah!

The verbal attacks I got today further re-enforce my opinion that Mrs Lee might have something against me. It started when I was doing my homework during reading period(no surprises there) chemisty--it's a killer.
So Mrs Lee suddenly walked into the classroom and shocked, I quickly stuffed my papers under my desk, so afraid she would come over to tear the papers(a habit of hers) Fortunately, she didn't really notice so I gave a big sigh of relief. Mrs Lee went on to talk about English lessons and telling us what we're gonna do for the next 2 weeks while Mr Gabriel Tan was away.

Having finished everything, she went on to comment about our class(room).
"This class ar, so dirty, whose duty is it today?"
*went to look at Class Roster*
"Jacque Line and Shengle who? Come and sweep the floor now. Oh it's Jacqueline ar, I saw Jacque and thought her surname was Line. AHAHAHA"
"Oh look at the mess beneath the teacher's table, clear it now! What is that?"
Hongwei went to take the Slinky that was beneath the teacher's table. It was kinda tangled up. Mrs Lee looked at it and said, "Eew, what is that?"
Several responses of "Slinky"
Then Mrs Lee smirk and said "Which SWINE left it there? Which ASSHOLE?(I'm serious, she really said asshole. there are other names, but I've forgotten about them)"
I think it wouldn't have mattered to Mrs Lee even if Mrs Koh was the one who left it there.
Then she saw the mess on my desk(my desk is perpetually in the state of chaos)
"This girl ar, her desk is so messy. It says a lot about a person you know. The one who marries her ar, when they go to bed, she would bring all these books onto the bed. HAHAH"
*She was looking around to see if the class was laughing all the while*
Then horror of all horrors! She looked below my desk. Oh shucks...I was hoping all the while her attention wouldn't go below my desk. Simply put, papers were stuffed anyhow inside, a disaster area. Mrs Lee went to grab papers from below my desk and showed them around. I tried to make a grab for them but she put them out of my reach.
"See ar, this girl, the desk soooo messy. So barbaric, she must be very barbaric in bed!(yes yes, she said that) HAHAHHAHA" She went on to say quite a few more things about my perfomance in bed. Made me sound like a dominatrix. -_-" Note that all the while, I was either smiling sheepishly or laughing at a few of her jokes. It would be less degrading if I can manage to laugh at my ownself, hard as it may be.
"Go and clear your table."
Then she went on to pick on others, by saying some sacarstic remarks. Though not as bad as mine, I think it still hurts for them. "Who did the background for the board behind?"
Shu yi(who was sitting beside me, raised her hand).
"Like kindergarden work!"
Shu yi looked very angry, about to cry.
"Hey, I think it's nice!" I said to her.
THen Mrs Lee looked left and right, she pointed to another board, with a black paper hanging out.
"Why is that paper hanging? Girls ar, I hope you check yourselves and make sure something doesn't hang too! AHAHAHHA"
All the while the whole class was laughing. Of course, we did get rather outraged at some of the careless remarks made.
She saw Zixian who was sitting with his legs open wide.
"Eh you there! Sit properly! Why, *something* is swollen huh! You want to air it right! It's very uncomfortable? HAR HAR HAR"

Finally, she went out(after making more sacarstic remarks) Hawa came over and help me...no actually she did all the work lol. She cleared my table for me and minutes later, my desk was *gasp* neat! I daresay it's now among one of the tidiest in class.
So we quietly did our work until half an hour later Mrs Lee came in. Sigh, here we go again...

"Hey, your desk looks better now. HAHA"
She surveyed around my desk, apparently finding some other faults to comment on. Lo and behold! She saw my badmint racquet which was clipped to a carabina that was clipped to my bag. A plastic bag was also clipped to it.
"AHA! Look at her badminton racquet, this girl ar, really like a Bohemian! She must have a big plastic bag to put her personal belongings in and go around void decks and roads to pick up rubbish!"(at this time I was tempted to take out my big plastic bag from last week and show it to her and say "Look, my plastic bag!")
*Another round of laughter*
She turned to me and said "Do you live along the streets?" I did not bother with a reply. The same smile still plastered on my face.
There were lots more things said, but I forgot about them.
So she went to look at the Class Roster, where all our names were written. Yi An? Yian, sounds like Yian. Jasper sounds like the ghost. Casper is it? Oh Jasper. What is that?! Mid-zone, mi zo? (it was Mizhun) How do you pronouce that?!"
Several of the girls said "She changed her name already"
"Oh yeah? So what is her name now?"
"Mijuan"
"Ah Mijuan ar"
She continued looking on. "Calson, who is it? Sounds like some brand, like MagicMax(something like that, forgot what she said) like washing machine or something. HAHAHA"
*round of laugher from class, many were giggling.*
"Hmm, Ching How is a nice name."
Finally she came to my name.
"Hey-dee. Hmm, actually it should be pronouced as Hi-dee! You know the story of Heidi and the cows come home(I've forgotten what she said)"
"Mrs Lee, it's Heidi and the Goats..." said Hawa.
"Oh whatever, something like that. She goes to find her grandfather right, at the Swiss Alps. HAHA. Who is HI-DEEE?"
Oh like it isn't obvious enough already. Her gaze zoom in at me. "Heidi ar...dirty girl..bohemian..blah blah blah(she did not actually said blah blah blah of cuz)
Uh huh, entertainment for the whole class at my expense. Well, mostly. Mrs Lee is a very...open-minded woman.
FINALLY THE BELL RANG. WHOOWHOO I'M FREE! She made some parting remarks and went out. =/

Right after school, I had to go and find Mrs Lee to hand in a comprehension we were made to hand up on that day itself. Marya and me couldn't find Pei Shan anywhere else. So I went to her desk and tried to hand in my work.
"I won't accept pieces like that, where's the girl told to collect?"
"I think she went home."
"I shall punish the whole class tomorrow, I don't care it's your business you settle it yourselves!"
Around this time, Jac, Cass and Hawa came in to hand in their pieces too.
Mr Jpseph Lim also came around, he heard Mrs Lee talking very loudly.
"Oh Heidi har, she's a very good writer, just *plain* lazy. Very lazy"
Oh goodness, he was putting oil to fire! Bleah.
"Oh Joseph! I made her clear her table just now. It was sooo hilarious! HAHAHHA"
So Mrs Lee just raged on for a while, while we went over to Mr Lim's stall, or cubicle, something like that, and pick out VCDs to borrow from. Lol He said it was all pirated ones.
Then after more caustic remarks from Mrs Lee, we went out of the teacher's room. And after I've finished eating, I went up to third floor to look at 3e5 and see if they've finished class, also to wait for 3e1 to come back from Bio lessons, and we had quite a *time* flagging for a taxi. The uncles wouldn't let 5 ppl board. Baaaah

Thus ended my day in school. Well sort of.

*Stay tune for more adventures of Heidi and Her Bohemian encounters!*