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I'll remember the awesome year I had during Singapore's 40th Birthday in 2005. The prata-dinners, the apprehension of joining another Catholic ah-beng/lian school for 2 years, getting so much more recognition in my fields of interest, knowing what it's like to be truly depressed, not in love you cynical f00ls...

40's such a good year. Happy Birthday Singapore. To honour the turbulent, the fantastic, the times Singapore had, I'm going to be conversing in my mother tongue now: Singlish, in all its ungrammatical and multilingual goodness!

Today was so fun lor... I went out with my mum and bro to Takashimay today and ate la mian and xiao long bao. Damn good leh. When I bit into the thing, all the juice spurted out! Si beh good leh. Crystal Jade's food is quite nice, must go and try wor!

Aiya, walk around Orchard Road, damn crowded lah. I hated it. My stupid phone ISN'T LAUNCHED YET by Singtel, so I cannot get it with my voucher. Nah beh!! I want to take lots and lots of pictures and use Bluetooth... ;___;

Then when we reached home, I accidently kicked/stepped on the prayer-candles my father left on the drain-grate. Wah seh. Kia si nang leh!! Later going out to my auntie's house to eat dinner and watch the National Day Parade. Can see all my chio bu and shuai ge friends on TV !!

X_X

Okay, typing in Singlish is hard, I'm too used in my attempts to type in good English. But don't worry, when I speak, I'm as Singaporean as you can get. X3
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IRemind me to never ever sleep at 4am, wake up at 6am and go out for the whole day, not returning until 9:30pm.

@__@

My brain and legs are busted. A night of Brave New World essays and History graphic organizers is not my type of fun. Coffee only does so much to help ease the pain.

So I woke up 20 minutes late this morning, because my handphone surprisingly chose today of all days to not work. I still arrived at school earlier than most though (boo!!) I was just floating around during band because of the lack of sleep and did my job of giving out and collecting scores. We kinda got into the photocopying auntie's bad books I think. The whole band missed the mass dance (YES!!!) and yeah, it was cool. We made Kevin wear a skirt and take off his pants. It was like PHOAR, sexiness! He has a figure girls would kill for. After vacating the band room, we all hung around the grandstand and watched the performances together, laughing and singing. :D I love the band at these times.

We were supposed to have a band outting, but we had like, REALLY POOR ATTENDANCE. Only 7 people ended up going for lunch at Plaza Singapura, after running from SJI to RGS to catch a bus. omgggg. My legggs. LB, Vig, Angel and Xueliang actually did SJI to Far East!!! Crazy people larh! I nearly died after my distance. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory with the band was horrible. We couldn't get tickets and ended up walking around Carrefour (Marianne and Angel bought food!) and sitting at the Istana Park listening to music and folding paper boats (Vig, me, Amanda, Kevin and Xueliang). Haha, we basically just gossipped and stuff. I left to join my SN clique for Charlie and The Chocolate Factory after a while.

Ahhh, Willy Wonka. Many differing opinions about it I've heard, but I stand by the fact that compared to the really scary older version, Tim Burton really did a good job with it. Of course, I'd like to have nearly all the details in (like the LICKABLE WALLPAPERS!!!) but what he had, he was fantastic with. Can I mention again how much Johnny Depp is my God? He was such an utter bimbo in the movie. <3<3 The music was wonderful, not only the (rather tacky but snide) renditions of the Oompa Loompa songs. You so knew that they were mocking pop culture. DEEP ROY. YOU. ARE THE BEST OOMPA LOOMPA EVER. Haha. His face is burned in my mind, and that's not a good thing. In short, CCATCF was extremely kitschy, but rightfully so. It was deliciously funny and the subtle undertones were just right. :) Did I mention how I want to cut my hair like Willy Wonka?

Had dinner at Cartel with Lydia, Pong, Gen, Lala (and her friend), Jo and Qiu. Then we took neoprints as usual D:. I waste my money so. By the way, the phone I wanted to buy with my mum's voucher is out! YAY.

Oh well. I was kinda "eh" today about certain things, but that's just me.

did you know I missed you?
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What the hell am I doing? I striked off Adobe Photoshop CS2 off my AppleStore wishlist!

Quick, go back and re-instate its rightful position. You know that you'll never get down to pseudo-designing ever again if you don't even have the program to help you do so. Drawing stars and chibis on files and notebooks can only get you so far.

I'm talking in what, second-person again. :\

I should go do a nice card/paper for Nana.

HAHA. I was telling my mum how I looked retarded and ugly in the photo that Charles gave us for a farewell present (wtf, horrible photo choice) and so my mum said, "Well you're not pretty..."

:\

"But... you're not really ugly either..."

THANKS MUM.

"But you have this really mischevious look."

EDIT @ 12:13am: Sim asked me to take part in Noise Singapore, I assume for MTV logo design competition. Design's not my forte, it's something that I like to pretend that I'm vaguely good in. I admit I was interested when I first saw the details being flashed on TV, but I never gave it much thought.

Maybe I'll take part afterall? But that gives me only 3 days to come up with something.
spiderpig: (i am free from all prejudices!)
I feel like beating this person up. The audacity of it all. Fucking racist. I mean, it's natural to be a tad racist (e.g make good-humored racist jokes). We are different afterall. But wtf, the whole blog is just plain bad taste.
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I'm jealous of someone who probably doesn't apply to the situation anymore. Or does (s)he? I'll never know unless I find out but I don't dare to ask. I don't dare know. Aiya.

HAHA. I found this old mini-magnetic Scrabble game while searching for a glue-stick. I didn't find the glue-stick in the end, but I found the Scrabble game! :O!!! There's a Connect-4 one too!

What's my proudest moment this year so far? As childish as it sounds, it would have to be the time when my whole left shoulder/arm smashed into the quadrangle floor. Ahhh. Goal-keeping bliss. What else... Of course hearing "CATHOLIC JUNIOR COLLEGE... GOLD" and all sorts of random stuff that I can't say here because they will be used against me. One thing I regret? Not donating blood because I can't stand the sight of the needles. @__@ I so wanted those strips of elastic bands which cut off the circulation of your blood. :x

I think I'm weird. I was watching Brother Bear and I actually teared. :\ Why am I getting all mushy about these sort of things when the extremely emotional scene of Pre-U Sem didn't even get my eyes wet despite me trying so hard? Ugh. Emotions.

I shall do 9 rounds tomorrow! After PE!! Because I have the sudden urge to lose lots of weight and become like 40kg. HAHA. I'd probably die trying though. Crazy underweight fiends.

GOD THERE'S A FUCKING BABY LIZARD UNDER MY COMPUTER DESK. I'M SCREAMING (OKAY NOT) FOR DEAR LIFE. HELPHELPHELPHELPHELP. THERE ARE NO MEN IN THE HOUSE. HELPHELPEHELP.

It's gone now? >_< I should be sleeping at this moment since I have to wake up early to catch a bus to school... no daddy :( but what the heck. Sleeping a little earlier won't really get me bright and perky anyway. I have the PE department on my heels. I'll be at the 1T04 bench (outside Michael Tan's office) as usual on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. Catch me if you can. My classmates were trying to shield me from Monster Lim on Friday. X3 Their dues for me helping to block their ever-short skirts I guess.Sometimes my class just rocks.

My hair is falling out again. Again. Again. AGAIN.

AIYA. SLEEP. NOW. Better hair on my pillow than on the floor.

Sleep Sleep

Strands on the pillow
On the floor
On the chair,
Practically everywhere

Sleep child, sleep
I have your blanket ready.
Your fleece,
Your silk,
Your cotton-cloth
to wrap you up.

Still, you don't want to
Come to bed.
Come, rest your weary head.
Heavy, heavy-
Rest on the duck's down
Soft, soft
.

Sleep child, sleep.


wtf. What rubbish is that did I just write?
spiderpig: (i am free from all prejudices!)
I'm not jealous. I really am not. Really.

R-really.

Don't doubt me!

Because I'm not!

Not jealous!

Stop it! I really am not!

Don't look at me that way.

Shoo!

I'm NOT JEALOUS!
spiderpig: (so much for my happy ending)
MY RESULTS ARE SO BAD THAT I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT THEM.

I only pray that my Literature and General Paper will save me from the abyss I've fallen in. Good Lord. What good did all the studying do for me? :(

Ol' Fahy made me a very happy girl on Monday during the Brave New World tutorial. Nearing the end of the lesson, while trying to show us some examples on witty irony, he started, "I am devoid of all prejudices..." We all know what comes after that don't we? That's one of my LJ icons. So I continued, "I hate you all equally" at the same time as he did. <3 His lessons always make me feel smart. Yei. :3

And since I love writing in class, here's a nice revelation )

Off to do my history outline and watch The Practice. Yes, watch The Practice. Narindar begged us to watch some quote-unquote 'good law shows', and referred to the said drama again and again. This is perhaps the first time I've ever seen a teacher begging us to watch TV. <3 Well. Watch me get my straight As after 9 weeks baby.

EDIT: .... Narindar got it all wrong. There isn't The Practice tonite.
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I'm such a closet The Body Shop whore. I went out and bought my much wanted Strawberry bath/shower gel. I've wanted this for forever, but never got around to buying it because I'm such a miser. In addition to that, I bought a nice brush. :3

I kinda regret not going to Cosfest this year again. Then again, it's pouring right now so I'm lucky. :x I do have a good reason for not going though! I had to attend my Project Work meeting. Argh. I hate group work.

Such a waste of good eggs! When I see all those cracked eggs strewn all over, I feel pity for those helpless eggs. What am I talking about? The annual onslaught of Charity Shows have started again. The NKF Cancer Fund Charity Show is on now, and the current stunt is walking on eggs. Ah yes, how dangerous. I personally abhor such emotional and commercial blackmailing ("call in and stand to win a car!!") that the producers use. DIDN'T IT OCCUR TO YOU THAT ALL THE MONEY USED ON STAGE PRODUCTION AND THE INANE PRIZES COULD BE JUST SENT DIRECTLY TO THE BENEFICIARIES? Ugh. And the eggs! Let's see who will be complaining the next time avian influenza strikes our small island. Prices of eggs will go up and uh oh, where did all our previous eggs go? They were smashed under the feet of topless men. Woo hoo.
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This is all that I can take/ this is how my heart breaks

Mustapha Mond his Fordship should be proud! I'm an exemplary citizen of the World State: an avid consumer of material goods and transport; I rarely think and even if I do, I don't often put it into action; I live a hedonistic life; if possible, I'd be the most promiscuous bastard ever that would beat Watson hands down in any Kama Sutra position (just joking); I am dehumanized to a certain extent, I don't feel as much as a human should.

Yes, it does feel good being a mindless drone in this mechanical world of ours. Ask no questions, receive no answers.

I finished reading the two new plays assigned to us: Long Day's Journey Into Night and The Glass Menagerie. I don't know if the staff realized it and did it on purpose, but both families in the said plays are Irish. Perculiar familiarity. Well, the Wingston familiy isn't Irish but O'Connor is. Alright, so my statement on how both families were Irish was wrong. Only one is. :x

Augh. Everyone's at the SJI band concert I suspect. Whatever possessed me not to go?

blank verse )

Where do we go now?

cip

Jul. 8th, 2005 11:02 pm
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I should have signed up for the 30 hours CIP, or the NDP CIP. Sure I have 20 hours but aw man, I need another 40 and where am I going to get that? WHY DIDN'T I HEAR ABOUT THESE EARLIER? I'm so screwed for my NYAA/DukeofEdinburgh award. ;___;

I don't even think I should go for band practice tomorrow because well, I can't play. Sure I can finger but awww maaaannnnn....

Okay. Done. Shall go read the Glass Menagerie now.
spiderpig: (i am free from all prejudices!)
I AM ANGRY. EXTREMELY FURIOUS. I RARELY GET ANGRY OVER TRIVIAL THINGS SO EASILY. BUT THIS TRIVIAL MATTER HAS

EXPLODED

SURE, "DON'T TAKE THINGS FOR GRANTED. BE GRATEFUL FOR THE HOUSEHOLD HELP" YOU SAY. BUT WHEN IT COMES DOWN TO THE FACT THAT MY WHOLE ENTIRE FUCKING ROOM HAS BEEN REARRANGED, WITHOUT MY KNOWLEDGE, WITHOUT MY MOTHER'S INSTRUCTION, WITHOUT ANY PERMISSION AT ALL,

I HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO BE INCENSED AND OUTRAGED.

BUT I CAN'T YELL AT THE HOUSEHOLD HELP. I CAN'T CRITISIZE HER FOR MOVING ALL MY THINGS AROUND BECAUSE I WILL PROBABLY JUST SCREAM AT HER. I CAN'T SAY ANYTHING BUT PUT ON A HARD GRIN AND GO 'HEY WHERE IS THE REMOTE CONTROL FOR THE AIRCON?' I MUSTN'T BE RUDE YOU SEE. (NO MY WHOLE ROOM DOES NOT EQUATE TO THE REMOTE. IT'S REALLY THE WHOLE ROOM. MY DESK. MY SHELVES. MY COMPUTER TABLE. MY SHELVES. I DON'T EVEN DARE TO LOOK IN MY WARDROBE. MY BROTHER'S THINGS, HIS TABLE, HIS SHELVES.)

BUT HEY! IT'S NOWHERE TO BE FOUND! SHE DIDN'T SEE IT WHEN SHE REHAULED MY WHOLE ROOM!

WHAT THE FUCK!?!

IT'S WHITE. I PUT IT 100 OUT OF A 100 TIMES ON MY BLUE SHELVE. THERE'S NO WAY YOU CAN REARRANGE THAT SHELF, LET ALONE THE WHOLE ROOM, WITHOUT SEEING IT. AND YOU HAD TO GO LOOK IN THE RUBBISH BIN TO ADD EFFECT.

OH. EM. GEE.

EXCUSE ME FOR ACTING LIKE A SPOILT BRAT BUT I'M TIRED. I'M FUCKED IN ALL MY EXAMS. SHE HAS HAD THE WHOLE DAY TO GO THROUGH MY WHOLE ROOM AND IS OUTSIDE NOW CHIT-CHATTING TO THE MAID NEXT-DOOR AND....

ARGH
spiderpig: (i am free from all prejudices!)
I still haven't started on my essay even though I have around two days, or less than that, to complete it. Haha. Go me. But everyone knows I write better under a certain amount of pressure. So, oh well. I still should get started NOW though, not at 11pm as I planned. Woo boy.

There's this asinine, random National Education paper popping out of nowhere tomorrow. Now you see kids, if I was going back for the maths paper, I wouldn't mind doing it. After all, what's another 40 mins in addition to the hours of horrible math before? But nooo, I don't have the math paper to take and have to specially travel down to school to sit in a possibly stuffy classroom answering inane questions about our Prime Minister being so and so. SPARE ME. I not the typical apathetic youth of Singapore and I don't want to waste my time 2/3s of an hour in school. Sure I wouldn't be doing anything constructive other than possibly writing my essay, but no. I don't like the idea of having an NE exam.

then again I'll be able to see certain people so it's all dandy

Band resumes again on Wednesday and I can't wait to go back! PROVIDED MY BARI IS FIXED. Pray tell. The only gripe I have is the fact that it's from 4pm to 8pm. I'm definitely going in earlier because I know that I'll have absolutely nothing to do for 2 hours. But the 8pm part's a little sticky. Y'see I have a concert at 7:30pm. So I requested permission to leave earlier and of course they allowed me to. I mean, it's a band concert. I'm not flying off to some weird pub. O_o

Speaking of pubs, XiaoLee invited me to go to one of my ex-classmate's club-party-thingys. Uh, I don't think I'd want to pay money to get in and then pay even more money to get intoxicated and all knocked up. Besides, I can spend half the cash and STILL not get drunk. I am not a fan of crowded spaces with loud music, no matter how good the music is. And unless looking like a distressed hippo equates to dancing, I've got three left feet. One more to make it more awkward. Not that sort of third foot you dirty fools!

ifyouinvitedmei'dgo

Anyway, I spent the day sadly, playing Tekken Tag and sleeping and yeah. I'll be watching Desperate Housewives later. That's about it. The joys of slackdom. :D It's sort of drab though.

Yetch.
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RARR. YES. MY ECONOMICS TERM PAPER (a.k.a exam) IS OVERRRRRRRRR!!!!!

Thus so marks the (not-so-official) end of my midyear exams! Can you feel the love, children? The last paper is that of a Literature Practical Criticism paper which I really don't think I should study for. So, hey hey hey, I'm free from the academic bug for at least a week or so.

Economics was alright I guess. A little bit better than History, but not as smooth as I'd like it to be. I'm sorry, and indecisive person like me has trouble making a choice between "A" or "C" half the duration of the multiple choice section. Now don't you go saying that it's because I'm not familiar with the information. Nothing of the sort! What rubbish are you talking about! Well anyway, pushing the nitty-gritty aside, the essay component went alright. I didn't have nearly enough time, but I manage to smoke my way through write a decent amount of logical points. I am a whiz at Demand and Supply essay questions after all, aren't I? I'm lying. The Data-Response-Question was absymmal though. Um 'per capita real GDP' and health foods? I can only hope to pass that part. So maybe I can get a D and bring my grades up to a BDD? hey tilt you head. it's a smiley. =( I don't like my grades. I want an A there somewhere.

Well practical crit is one of my stronger points so maybe I'll be able to wrangle an A for literature somehow. Or I'll go cry to Fahy and PChua. I know you guys love me so much. I was shocked out of my wits when I found out that someone actually got a 40/50 for one of the literature assigments. Jealously, more likely, but omgwtfbbq. I'm such a long way off. I need to get that sort of grades. RARR.

This week's rather busy. There's no school tomorrow (yaaay! I CAN SLEEP!!!), but there's the literature paper on Thursday, along with my alma mater's concert Jubilate2. I'm being dragged to the CatHigh Music Awars (ummm??) on Friday by Cheryl. And then I'll have my Japanese Elementary 2 final test. UGH. I'm so not prepared for that.

I just realized that my disappearing acts may be disconcerting. I'm really sorry if I left any one of you guys wondering where I went. ;__; I'm not hating you all or anything. It's just a idiosyncracy of mine.

you're my johnny depp, my rebel prince

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