Melstars

2011-03-06T02:19:00.001+08:00

Hi kids listen to this story

2010-11-19T12:47:00.004+08:00

Let me tell you a tale of lost innocence.

Once upon a time there lived a little girl named zhixin. She was a happy little J2 who donned her school uniform obediently everyday, went to school, crapped a lot, and mugged for stuff right before exams. She did this for the oh-so-overwhelming, frightening-as-hell, do-badly-and-you-have-no-future 'A' levels. She looked forward to a brighter future where she could lounge around in a warm and happy classroom setting, discuss views on theory, conceptualise random ideas, and live happily ever after.

Well she got some of that for some of her modules, but since this is a tale of a loss of innocence, we shall now proceed.

Armed with eight months experience of work, internship and games, and lots of tales from her dear dad that university was a breeze and the toughest part of schooling was well and over with, she arrived at the mighty, highly inefficient, non-cohesive, and totally hostile-to-noobs administrative gates of NUS.

And found out that the world is filled with liars. You know, those who gave her the image of a nice Hawaiian beach and lots of hot virgin hunks to trick her into studying hard for A levels. That's her religion by the way. You get rewarded with a landscape of your choice along with a harem of hunks who will feed you peeled grapes if you're good and believe in god. And you don't even have to suicide-bomb anything.

Moral of the story: NEVER BELIEVE IN FAIRY TALES. Unless, of course, you end up like rita who says life is an oasis right now.

Here Oasis pops in to end this note off with a pessimistic soulful tune, "MAYBE I WILL NEVER BE, ALL THE THINGS I WANNA BEEEE"

Why I am heterosexual

2010-09-13T18:59:00.002+08:00

or, the moment that zhixin realises she has been neglecting her blog/s. And her poetry. And about everything that was relevant to her life one year ago. Except for a few select friends. But ok that's not relevant to the topic of this blogpost today, which is rather too trite to be posted on livejournal. I do try to maintain the best of impressions on my lj.

On the other hand this might not be that trite since it can be justified as thinking through the various decisions in your life, which everyone knows is a Good Thing. Especially when you weigh both sides. Any GP teacher will tell you that.

The reason why I am heterosexual and not homosexual, or not yet bisexual if any homosexual tendencies have laid dormant all these years, is because I find boys adorable.

Now it's not that I don't find girls adorable. It's just that I tend to notice how adorable boys are first, before I get to the girls. Also, I spot more adorable boys than girls. Mostly because I devote some energy to looking out for them.

One of the most adorable things about boys is their singularity of purpose. While some girls are perplexed by this, this is one of the things I am most amused by, as well as most admire them for. You have to admit-- it is quite difficult a feat to be preoccupied by one thing, and one thing only, for a long stretch of time. And yet they manage to do it so masterfully. It is truly an amazing and mysterious trait. And because I have yet to get enough of this trait I actually chose a course where the boys here specialise in such a trait. Now you know why I am here-- to boy-watch. No actually I'm kidding.

Another thing I find adorable about some boys is the size of their egos. Now, not all huge egos are adorable. It is those brilliant huge egos which are adorable. What is a brilliant huge ego? Turn your eyes towards the direction of the esplanade when it's noon. That is what a brilliant huge ego looks like. It sparkles.

Mind you, this is an ego, not the whole person. The latter, normally described with bone white skin and lots of glitter, is not exactly what you'd like for dessert. Metaphorically speaking, of course.

Their ability to spin out a whole bubble of irrelevant bullshit is also a marvel to me. You have to be careful about this again though, there are different classes of bullshit. The one-liner bullshit is not mysterious. It is those bullshit that can be continued on for two and a half conversations or more that is truly astounding. They develop it point by point, example by example, form real life scenarios for it, and basically sculpt them into a breathing being. Now that's impressive.

The last I'm going to come out with in today's very enlightening discussion is a very classic trait: some boys are just adorable when they teach you what they know. Maybe that explains why I'm oh-so-crushing on my professor/s, oh... (prof ben do you think you can give me more exp for this, hint)

Onos teh gamer trap

2010-07-08T13:22:00.003+08:00

So recently following my (eccentric) course choice of computing in media and communications, I posed a question to myself and the general audience inside my head: "WHICH GAME MAKER DOESN'T KNOW WHAT GAMES ARE LIKE?"

Fate promptly sent gan along my way who brought his macbook for godknowswhatreason to our dinner. We all know he planned it all along to ensnare unsuspecting girls into his gamer trap: ask someone out for a meal, and then bring his game-video-loaded laptop along to innocently show them some interesting videos. Wait, that wasn't very innocent.

And that was the story of how I got drunk on two starcraft II videos and decided I had to lay my hands on this thing called real time strategy games.

If the devil falls, he likes to drag many people along with him as well. This is how my plan worked:
1. ask pang to lan
2. pang says ask more people
3. kevy says she doesn't want to spend money for an internet connection outside
4. we decide to go my house
5. conveniently rita has this thing called a brother
6. she gets persuaded by zhixin to steal his warcraft games
7. zhihua gets invited as well
8. the three noobs (rita, zhixin and zhihua) try their hand at the frozen throne (the other two didn't have their laptops)
9. the room fills with shrieks going "DON'T ATTACK ME I'M STILL BUILDING UP MY BASE" and zhixin types "GG" and quits game
10. zhihua brings a copy of the frozen throne (and all its admirable maps including cough dota) home

And this is the story of how zhihua transmitted that infectious abominable virus over to yuling and jnanee.

And this is also the story of how four noobs came together to ~~get pwned by AI heroes~~ take over the world.

This is also the story leading up to yesterday night, better known for its semi-final match between spain and germany. (Paul the octopus laughs at those disbelieving noobs with the initials hw and hq who doubt teh power of teh psychic octopus from inside his sacred tank)

While waiting for the match that would give paul his much-deserved last laugh, haoqin said "LET'S PLAY SOMETHING".

Zhi Xin, who has just played a highly stressful dota game with zhihua, 2 other AI allies, 1 disconnected jnanee and 2 AI enemies (the question you should ask now isn't "HOW IS THIS STRESSFUL?? WHEN YOU HAVE FOUR V TWO AT LEAST??" because you should have known the answer was "BLOODY HELL WHAT'S UP WITH THAT TEMPLAR DUDE I CAN'T EVEN SEE HIM AND HE POPS UP RIGHT BESIDE ME AND HE'S BLACK ZOMG HOW DO YOU SEE A BLACK HERO?" but-- uh wait there shouldn't be any questions), answered "UH NOT DOTA PLZ"

This is how zhihua, zhixin, haoqin and haiwei came together to play Uther Party Extreme.

What generally happened in the 8 mini games of uther party extreme:

- In a kill-everyone-to-win mini-game, zhixin will spend the first five seconds trying to figure out what's happening. If she hasn't died by then, she will spend the next few seconds trying to figure out how to wield her sword. While trying to figure all these out, zhixin and zhihua will be standing aside watching haiwei and haoqin try to kill each other.

And then promptly get killed by the victor.

Who, more often than not, is haiwei.

- In a try-to-stay-alive minigame, it takes zhixin the death of her hero before figuring out what certain terms like "blight", as in "stay on the blight to stay alive", means.

- zhixin can do typing games ok. Probably the only thing she knows what to do two seconds into the game. Instead of the usual five.

Which means haiwei doesn't win. Neither does zhixin. Haoqin becomes the winner by pure luck that both zhixin and haiwei screwed up a word order.

- When left with two survivors in any mini-game, cheers of "GO WHOEVER-THAT-IS-NOT-HAIWEI" will ring out.

Haiwei still wins anyway.

After that at one plus am with an hour plus to go till the match, haiwei insisted on playing his ladder, aka warcraft III.

Zhixin suggested haoqin, zhihua and zhixin ally together to whack haiwei.

While greeted with enthusiastic approval, they finally settle on a zhixin, zhihua, haoqin and haiwei ally team against four computer teams.

The game was won without much participation from zhixin, who preferred to spend her time building towers around her base. By the time she joined the rest she gaped at the level 11 heroes of hq and hw while doing a double-take at the level one status of her own hero.

Zhihua assures zhixin she was doing the same, but obviously she spent her time building nuclear weapons because she ended up with a much higher score than zhixin.

The sight of four huge armies getting in each other's way while trying to destroy the computer's base is, to put it mildly, arresting. I apparently killed hq's hero as well while joining in the fray with my hero's blizzard. It's ok he got killed later by hw's hero so I'm not the only one going around whacking ally's heroes.

And now I'm waiting for yuling zhihua and jnanee to journey over to the east for another round of lanning. All the boys would have passed this stage 5 years ago. Or not.

They're going to haunt you till you die~

2010-04-29T00:20:00.002+08:00

I have found a pattern of recurring dreams!

Do you ever have those dreams where you are supposed to get to somewhere at a certain time, but somehow everything seems to distract you or things go wrong, you end up in the wrong direction and you just can't seem to get there? I can remember at least two of these and am sure there are more than two, the most recent one being yesterday night. Wonder what this says about me. Like maybe, propensity to be late? Obstacles blocking my goal? Distracted easily? Avoidance? My life sucks?

This is how the one yesterday went:
I was supposed to meet yanwei and haoqin at khatib at 11am and I was with zhihua and yuling. We took the train and went down on a certain stop with at least two ticketing barriers. We went past them, only to realize that the stop was the airport stop (no, it was not called changi airport) and going past the ticketing barriers cost 15 bucks. Okay those are some expensive barriers meant to deter you from getting out of the country to spend your money elsewhere.

Talking about airports I've gotten quite a few dreams about them too. Big scary sparkling planes and glass passageways into those planes. Lots of sunlight.

And talking about trains i remember at least another dream with this whole random extension of the MRT line beyond boon lay area. Insert more sunlight here. Obviously my dreams are used to the Singapore climate, although I did dream about snow at least twice. Once in singapore and the other time in perak. Both times it made perfect dream sense that it was snowing in those two areas. For the perak one I remember thinking, Hey it doesn't snow in singapore! Then I turned and saw this sign with a huge PERAK on it and somehow I thought Oh okay that makes sense. Following which I started packing up snowballs for snow fights and rolling down snow hills. And no, I have never seen snow. Unless you count snow city snow.

So we went back through the barriers and took another train to transfer at some interchange, only to find out it was in the wrong direction. By then I was 45 minutes late and I got a call from hq asking WHERE ARE YOU?

At least in this dream I got there eventually although I was feeling extremely sheepish about being so stupid. WHY CAN I NOT GET TO THIS PLACE AFTER ALL. IT'S JUST THE FREAKING MRT. It's like those spells around Hogwarts in Harry Potter where people remember about all their various appointments when they want to go near the place. In the other one I remember I was eight hours late and I just kept getting sidetracked into doing other things like helping random people and I didn't manage to get there before I woke. Which makes for a sucky feeling when I wake because I just want to get there to meet whoever I'm supposed to meet.

Actually I think I know where this dream came from, must be all that navigating around suntec trying to find out where tower three was and being late for my interview. Oops.

Aunt Agony speaks

2010-04-18T18:15:00.006+08:00

Now I was on the bus yesterday listening to my handphone with limited songs, when this particular line of this chinese song struck me. It said, "You said love can't be founded by only one person's efforts" and my mind jumped its associations to: THE BRIDGE GAME I WAS PLAYING BEFORE I WENT OUT.

I'm pretty sure I'm not the first one to think of this association okay.

What happened in that bridge game was I had 15 points and 6 hearts (lol hearts!!!) so I was pretty excited, since 15 points is enough for a 1nt opening bid on a balanced hand! So I opened 1 heart to indicate at least 12 points and 5 card hearts. My opponent overcalled 1spade. I waited in anticipation for my partner to give me that affirmative nod.

TO MY DISAPPOINTMENT, MY PARTNER PASSED.

So I thought, okay, my partner has sad points and no heart support. Maybe if I rebid hearts my partner will realize I have wonderful six carder hearts and so tell me that he has a doubleton! Which is what I did. I rebid 2h. The next opponent passed, ...and my partner passed yet again, but hey, 2h should be an okayish contract. Except the other opponent who had been passing suddenly decided to bid something totally random.

Of course I should have let it be and tried to down it.

But no, after all this excitement over a 6-carder heart hand and good enough points after a long barren streak of passing, how could I let it go?!? So my itchy fingers went to bid 3h, which was doubled (grr) and passed over.

When dummy's hand was unveiled, I fmled.

Void in hearts.

Means my opponents had more hearts than me and I was missing K and J to them.

Well needless to say it was downed by one. None of the 3h 4h contracts made, 2h was the right contract for my side.

ANYWAY THE POINT IS, IMAGINE A RELATIONSHIP AS A BRIDGE GAME.

In the above scenario, this fit the song lyrics perfectly! I HAD SIX HEARTS AND MY PARTNER HAD NONE. I was holding the fort for the whole trump suit! I was like the selflessly giving partner trying to maintain the screwed up relationship! Which went down anyway despite not being at game level (aka 4h)!

Remember little kids, if you end up in such a relationship you are likely to go down. As the chinese song lyric tells you and as my bridge game tells you.

HOWEVER, in special circumstances you might not go down! Say your partner has a wonderful side suit (actually he did, he had lots of clubs but I couldn't run them because the opponents were having a field day at the start with my losers) and adequate support for the other suits so that your opponents don't get to run their honours. Okay for this analogy to work the opponents of a relationship shall be fate, friends, commitments, lifestyles, etc. In such a case, even though your partner might have void hearts, you're still able to make your contract because both of you are great enough!

To draw a parallel to this greatness let us take you and your partner as souls which are independently wonderful enough as individuals, and so together you merge forces and rule the world!

Of course, a 4h contract isn't the best thing you can get in a bridge game, which probably means both of you weren't so awesome that you could rule the world.

Let us now separate the types of relationships into suited and non-suited.

Trying to find a good match would be like trying to find a fit during bidding. If during the bidding you find out you have some brilliant 9 card fit your relationship is in all probability going to be superb! This is because both of you think so similarly that conflicts are minimal. So this is the likes attract kind of relationship. However, how great your relationship can get (a world of difference between 4h and grand slam in hearts) depends on how much of a fit you find and how many points you share. Maybe both of you suck in points but hey, you all have void every other suit and a great 11 card fit! This would be the SO SIMILAR THAT NOTHING CAN GO WRONG relationship. Ok, unless you suck as a declarer. Which is me at times. Or maybe you all only have a 8 card fit but great honours everywhere! This would be the SOME SIMILARITIES, BUT BOTH INDEPENDENT ENOUGH TO SUSTAIN BY ONESELF kind of relationship. Which works too!

And of course, there is the non-suited contract, aka no trump!

No trump can be divided into slams and games, ie 6nt vs 3nt (we leave 7nt out of the discussion since I have never done 7nt before). Contrary to popular belief, 3nt can be harder than 6nt! This is because if you bid up to 6nt, chances are you probably have almost every existing honour already. Both of you are awesome all-rounders and lack at most, hopefully, one honour. This makes winning tricks a breeze because if honours aren't going to take the tricks, what is? However, if you land into a 3nt contract, it means you have SOME points, but not enough to go up, and who knows, maybe you ended there because you couldn't find a fit in any other suit and decided that nt was a good idea.

No it wasn't.

Ok yes it was, I am told, as opposed to a 5-minor suit game. Since you get about the same points for both but you need to win two more tricks for the minor suit game.

Too bad, I hate 3nt anyway.

Why? Let me paint you a real scenario. I was the happy defender in this game.

My opponents had bid up to 3nt, as you probably guessed. Except they probably bid up to 3nt without finding out that they were sad in spades. Now this defender over here had 5-carder spades, and was itching to down their contract by running spades. The problem is, this defender lacked the ace in spades. So she led a small spade out. And hoped.

And the goddess of hope answered with an ace by my partner.

My partner, being a smart creature, led another spade out. For some reason the queen of spades of the declarer dropped (I don't know if he had doubleton spades, or he was daydreaming) and obviously I won it with my king. Now that the queen was gone, the field was clear. J next, and the other two spades, and HAH TOO BAD FOR THEIR 3NT CONTRACT. To top things off my partner had an ace in another suit which I found.

See, picture yourself as the 3nt declarers.

This is the case where you two probably think you are awesome in some ways, and are trying to find stoppers in the suits that you aren't so awesome in. If you are lucky and you are a great declarer, your 3nt will go through because you both just happen to match like jigsaw pieces. However, in other cases like my bridge game which I have just demonstrated, you end up fmling and going down. Because no, you do not have all the stoppers (uh you all weren't opposite enough to make it a great opposites attract and stay together relationship?) and you weren't independently wonderful enough.

That concludes my insights on THE SIMILARITIES BETWEEN BRIDGE AND RELATIONSHIPS. Signing off, the greatest and most helpful aunt agony in the world. Hope the bridge analogies helped your love life.

SERIUZ ARTICLE HERE ABOUT ELITISM, sorry no laughs

2010-04-06T15:18:00.004+08:00

Ok so I just read that article on elite schools which was out on sat. (Groan, another article on elitism? What's new?)

Now one question that I always think of while reading such articles is-- why is it always the elite school students who cannot connect to the so-called masses? Why is it always them who lack empathy and humility? And then later, why are they the ones who are always in a "bubblewrap", blind and deaf to the "reality" of life? (I quote, "These are people who live for years without having to step outside their comfort zone, leading a bubble-wrapped existence. The sooner that wrap is removed, the better.")

The reality of life isn't explicitly defined. However, the author did say, "My work as a journalist also quickly brought me crashing down to earth. Loftiness goes out of the window when you have to talk to everyone from politicians to cancer patients to victims of natural disaster." I assume the reality of life here is disease, disaster and probably poverty as well. The idea is that because elite school students normally get into good occupations and normally mix around with the same circles, they never really understand what the outside world is like.

And then of course the assumption is the vice versa, non-elite school students know about this reality. Why? Now a very elitist thinking underlies this assumption which is what is ironic about such articles. The idea is that they mix around with the "lower" rungs of society who define what reality is like, because most of them do not get society-defined top-notch occupations. Disclaimer, I am merely stating what I feel is the assumption they have, not my personal opinion. And because of this, they are assumed to have more empathy and humility than your average elite school student, and also, when elite school students fail to connect with other people, it is their fault for being too engrossed in their own world.

Does anyone smell anything fishy here?

Something I'm wondering, who is not engrossed in his own world after all? Does your non-elite school student go out of their way to mix around with people not in their normal sphere of contact? Presumably they don't need to, since they are assumed to be in touch with "reality" already. And why is it so important that elite school students know this "reality"? This is an extension of the elitist assumption just now: top-notch occupations include government occupations, which makes their responsibility heavier.

I'm not saying this isn't valid. It's important for the government to know what it is like across all the classes of society. Right now I'm just curious about this whole blame game.

Let us now trace this blame game back to its origins: why is it that elite school students somehow get into a bubble wrap in the first place?

This, on further thought, is about the same question I kept having in my head when I was in the best class in P6. Somehow all the teachers had this altogether different standard of behaviour for us to keep, and almost all the lesson time we had was spent lecturing us on acts like, get this, walking around in bedok interchange. This is supposedly a very delinquent act because we were supposed to be at home 24/7 mugging. The question I had then was: Why is it that something such as best class meant we had to have the best behaviour when we only got in because of our grades?

And this is how it was like in RGS: "The public have phoned in to complain about you girls sitting on the MRT train and talking loudly." "We have received a phonecall about one of our girls being intimate with a boy on the MRT train." "As a RGS girl such behaviour is unacceptable."

Herein lies society's assumption: with good grades, you are expected to have the best behaviour. An educated population has a lower crime rate etc because you understand the consequences of your actions, so this is translated to this stereotype as well. And it works, because such expectations have a bearing on your perception of yourself. But what does it mean when society has such double standards? ...Society itself is elitist. We knew that all along, didn't we. Why not expect your neighbourhood school students to behave properly as well? Why give them greater leeway? Because of their family backgrounds, which are supposedly generally worse off? Therefore it's not their fault?

I'm not saying that it is their fault. It is true that elite school students are more well off, have less family problems, are less likely to be from abusive backgrounds. It's a vicious cycle here. Because of this they have higher expectations heaped on them, because of these expectations they behave better, and then they associate with the "better" crowd and do not understand "reality", and so do not have "empathy" and cannot connect with the rest. But hey, it's not their fault too, stop writing all those articles about the snobbishness of elite school students- maybe they are just as awkward as anyone else. Maybe even more.

The mutual exclusiveness of culture and city?

2010-03-28T14:22:00.003+08:00

Follow this line of reasoning here:

1. In order to be economically successful, a country has to be efficient (efficiency means high productivity, means ideas become concrete at a faster rate, means changes are responded to almost immediately, and everyone knows adaptability is crucial in any realm - biological, economic, political - in order for survival.)

2. Efficiency does not require distinctiveness; in fact, the less different your processes or workers are, the more efficient you become. Principle of specialization in work here. Factory processing is the fastest way to churn out huge volumes of products, and it demands homogeneity not only for a certain minimum standard but also for its speed. The larger your supply of goods, the less the price, the more the consumers. Of course we assume a high quality for every good, as well as limited resources so you can't just churn out as much as you want.

3. In order to be efficient countries congregate resources together for external economies of scale. The nearer various firms are to each other, the faster they can feed each other resources. This means the forming of cities.

4. Since the principle underlying cities is efficiency, and since efficiency demands homogeneity, it follows that cities lack culture (culture is what makes you distinctive) - and hence, all cities are alike.

5. Whatever shreds of culture cities can lay claim to can only come from their long years of history, where certain practices were developed before industrialization, and still retained. Whatever is retained is likely because they have marketing value, for example food. Even religion has marketing value. What do I mean by marketing? A means to spread something, whether it is a product, a practice or a belief, over a large number of people. You might not like the economic connotations that come with it, but as long as there is a large crowd, money can be made.

6. What about characterization? That might also be retained since people normally mingle around with fellow citizens and upbringing is a huge influence on your character. That will probably be the truest form of culture any city can say they have. After all the different practices are merely manifestations of different characters.

7. But technology means that we interact with yet another culture online, and since the internet is global, homogeneity ensures, perhaps not fully, but (arguably?) for a huge part of characters.

8. Travel is a form of escapism to experience something different. If cities are the same, and man-made attractions are the same, why would you travel to another city based simply on the pull of its man-made attractions? Reasons you go to a place for leisure can include
a) the scenery
b) the 'culture' (whatever's left that's viciously marketed)

9. Singapore is a very efficient and technologically advanced city.

10. Since there are no natural landscapes in Singapore, and also not much to speak of in our culture that can induce a cult following (things you can think of probably only extend to food. Characters? We don't assert ourselves enough to be interesting. Cultural practices? All faded out, with those practising it a minority; whatever events we hold for them are exhibitions. Art? What art?)

...what can we use to attract tourists?

The guilty body

2010-03-14T16:52:00.002+08:00

I love the way cliches can be used to explain virtually every difficult situation.

For example, one of my favourites is "in a moment of weakness". I love how we all have moments of weakness and moments of strength and in those moments of weakness it is more acceptable to do anything wrong. Nobody ever does anything wrong "in a moment of strength". In fact nobody ever mentions moments of strength. Kind of unfair isn't it, I mean if you want to categorize your moments you should do it completely and not just label the moments of weakness. For example, if you manage to become the richest person in the world by dropping out of school, you say "that was a moment of strength". If you're just brushing your teeth maybe you should say "that was a neutral moment". If you are embezzling funds you should go "welll that needed some strength and quite some coherent thinking, but because it's something wrong, I shall just say it was a moment of weakness." Yes remember kids, we only do wrong things in moments of weakness. If you chop someone's tree you should admit it and go "IT WAS A MOMENT OF WEAKNESS. I SAW THE TREE THERE AND I COULDN'T RESIST."

Another of my favourites is "one thing led to another". This is best used with a moment of weakness, for example when you are having sex. It normally follows after touching, kissing and/or wine-drinking, and occurs so naturally that it's almost like a routine. In fact if you didn't have sex after touching, kissing and/or wine-drinking-- uh are you human? It's like D follows after C follows after B follows after A so what is A B C without D?? We are all merely following a procedure, so it's not really our fault. Blame it on whoever said D had to follow after A B C.

Which brings me to my favourite excuses to use when you're convicted in court, or accused of something. DEPRESSION. PSYCHOTIC DISORDER. SEX ADDICTION. Omg these are really my favourites out of all my favourites, how you can almost completely shrug off any responsibility because YOU ARE MENTALLY UNSTABLE. YOU CANNOT CONTROL YOUR BODY. AN ILLNESS HAS TAKEN OVER YOU, AND IT'S AS REAL AS FLU OR HEART ATTACK. YOU'RE LIKE-- LIKE-- LIKE A PRISONER WITHIN YOUR OWN BODY. Yes, wiki the above and identify each symptom that you have. I quote, "A person suffering a major depressive episode usually exhibits a very low mood, which pervades all aspects of life, and an inability to experience pleasure in activities that formerly were enjoyed. Depressed people may be preoccupied with, or ruminate over, thoughts and feelings of worthlessness, inappropriate guilt or regret, helplessness, hopelessness, and self-hatred." Oh dear do you have those feelings too? I thought so. Let's all murder someone we hate, perhaps we can direct the self-hatred to that person. Ah shit I'm depressed. I feel like a loser. Why did I not score that distinction for H3. I feel like a failure. I can't enjoy going out to eat dinner anymore. Could it be because the night before I took a little more time than usual to brush my teeth. I should be hung for it. No someone should be hung for it. WHO. OH YEAH I REMEMBER MY FRIEND CALLED ME THAT NIGHT AND MADE ME CHAT FOR FIVE MINUTES. I WILL NEVER EVER EVER EVERRRRR FORGIVE HIM I NEED TO I NEED TO I NEED TO I NEED TO I NEED TO

Oh yeah I think about sex all the time I should go out there and hook up with a few boys. Man why can't you all sympathise it's not my fault my body is so hungry. It's like all of you people have three needs air water and food and I have four. Society is such a harsh judgmental place. I hate myself. -repeat above paragraph bottom few lines-

The thing I love the most about these cliches is how our bodies are so uncontrollable when we do wrong things but the right things are done when we're in control, in moments of strength, are not prisoners in our own bodies, do not suffer from any disorders, are not following any prescribed procedures. In any other situation, blame your body. Your mind is innocent.

Presenting a multi-billion dollar art piece

2010-02-28T13:15:00.006+08:00

Titled Love and Loss, it is the first of a series of Zhi Xin's masterpieces, destined to be auctioned off for nothing under 56 billion dollars! And that's UK pounds, mind you, not monopoly money. The amount of significance behind this work is astounding! The artist shall attempt to let you all gain an understanding of the profound meaning behind this work, although words are never enough to describe its sheer depth. But being the ever-so-altruistic artist that she is, aiming to enlighten people who are not naturally artistically inclined, she will try her best.

The three boxes represent the three dimensions of time-- the past, the present and the future. Being overwhelmed by the past is a tendency most of us fall into simply because the past provides our only yardstick for comparison, and so is represented by the biggest box-- the amount of space it takes up in our lives is directly proportional to the sizes of the boxes. See those crosses on it? Those are symbolic of the scars we have accumulated in the past due to loss; at the same time, the many crosses show the trial and error we've had to undergo. They are also reminiscent of the chains we put over ourselves, letting ourselves we locked to an everlasting unchanging past and allowing little to escape from this "deep ocean" that is our heart, as quoted from Titanic.

The smallest box stacked on top would then represent the present. This arrangement is significant of how we build our present on top of the past; also, the size shows how often we fail to immerse ourselves in the moment, choosing instead to dwell in history.

This leaves the last box to represent the future. This last box is slightly awry compared to the previous two boxes, showing how the future is always somewhat different from what we have and what we had; at the same time its lack of lines on it as compared to the past represent how much we desire for it to be a clean slate. It is also more illuminated compared to the past, symbolizing how much hope we place on it, as compared to the darkness that shadows our losses. This illumination spreads slightly to the biggest box, lightening the burden of our history. You might have noticed that the light source appears to come from a spot slightly above the smallest box; indeed, the failure to immerse ourselves in the moment is co-relational to the amount of hope we possess. Because we are unsatisfied with the present, we harbour large amounts of hope towards the future, and this casts a further shadow on our past because what we want throws the losses we have had into greater relief.

The darkness around the boxes are also symbolic of the closed, almost claustrophobic space we close ourselves into in dealing with love, so much that we are unable to open ourselves up to possibilities. At the same time, the vast white space surrounding the darkness represents the potential that all of us have to untangle the trap of the past, and the grey areas spreading out from the black background show our constant attempts to do so.

I hope that through this synopsis you are slightly more enlightened about the deep meaning that dwells within my art piece. No, the white areas are not because I ran out of paint. Did you just say that everyone in my art class painted the same piece thus making my piece not original? What, you mean nobody painted the starry night sky before Van Gogh did? We all have different interpretations of these three boxes and this is physically represented by the different angles of which we painted our boxes. No, it is not only because we were standing in a circle around the boxes leading to the different angles, although of course that is a factor. AIYOH STOP LOOKING AT MY PROFOUND ART PIECE IF YOU CANNOT APPRECIATE IT YOU UNCULTURED UNENLIGHTENED NOOB GO DO YOUR MATH OR SOMETHING

The tale of two dogs

2010-02-26T14:08:00.001+08:00

Once upon a time there were two dogs.

Which dog came first, you might wonder? Well I guess by birthright haidog came first. Otherwise this question is irrelevant as well, since who cares which dog came first? People only care if chickens or eggs came first. And we're not talking about eggs and chickens but dogs.

Now these two dogs grew up thinking they were alone in this sad world. They thought they were the only dogs which existed, although yandog does have two dogs of his own (but these are different breeds of dogs, and so are not counted. These two dogs are practically another species altogether.) Yandog even thought he was godly because, being a dog, he still ruled over two dogs. It's like how humans are created in the image of their god, so yandog's dogs are created in his image. So imagine their joy and surprise when they found each other one joyous day!

"YOU'RE A DOG!" yandog exclaimed.

Haidog did not bother replying because he felt his vocabulary expanded to beyond that of dog. He decided that he would own yandog with a thousand words and created a msn dpic with a dog on it.

Yandog was pissed that his image was made into a msn dpic. After all, he was a GOD. A dog god. And no images of his holy face should be reproduced. That would be BLASPHEMY. Haidog had just done the unspeakable and he was going to doggy hell.

Because gods are innately petty and childish (just go wiki any greek god like zeus and aphrodite) he decided to blasphemise haidog as well with his own dpic. Of which haidog called "a cheap honkie imitation".

What would the battle result in? Would there be mass genoxide of dogs as these two dogs wage war against each other? As the saying goes, one mountain cannot hide two dogs and now the world sits trembling as these two dogs have their showdown. There is no clear winner. Their blood would paint the sky red as they plot revenge on their previous and next eight generations.

Meanwhile fanfics sprout out detailing their love-hate relationship, like any crack fanfic writer is prone to see. They would have gay steamy sex amidst their sword fights. Blood and semen would rain down from the skies.

On an irrelevant side note the author is currently sitting in her office bored out of her mind as usual, explaining the crap in this entry. For the clueless, yandog's her bridge partner's bff in scouts and haidog is yandog's dog. Or so yandog claims.

I HAVE DESCENDED IN THE WORLD, I MAKE BRIDGE COMEBACKS NOW

2010-02-15T03:31:00.002+08:00

(12:11 AM) hw` LAG LAG LAG:
are you a minor
no
you can drink and drive now
zomg

(12:12 AM) ψ:
yeah i'm a major i only need 10 tricks

If one day you find that you are not amused by me it is purely my fault.

London bridge is falling down

2010-02-05T13:06:00.001+08:00

Bridge is so awesome, I can feel my partner and i improving and it's such a great feeling! Even though I'm still as flushed as before when controlling the dummy (PULSE DRUMS FACE HOT FINGERS SWEATY CAN'T THINK OHNOES) at least we're not losing so badly now even though we're making slightly more insane bids like five -insert suit/no trump-. Let's just say I insist the situation called for it even though the pro bridge people were all very happy that I erased their bad bids which they can't make by calling five.

-when dummy (aka me)'s cards are revealed-
"That's not a two clubs bid!" (cause two clubs = artificial bid with 22+ points)
Me: "I KNOW!"
Yw: "I tried to teach her 4 and a half losers lol"

Which apparently I misinterpreted heh. But I had A K Q J 10 spades!

-after four hearts was the previous bid-
Me: "OKAY OKAY LET THE NOOB THINK"
-pro bridge people continue arguing about partners going mad and bidding four hearts-
-noob here bids five clubs-
-pause-
-general happiness erupts in convo window-

Anyway any improvement must be attributed to our bridge tuition teacher who has been patiently telling us all the strategies, he must be the most fabulous teacher ever! A better teacher than me at any rate since I have zero patience in teaching my brother and am quite completely averse to the teaching profession after the experience of a younger sibling. So good luck to all those people who have a job as a tuition teacher :D even though your pay probably more than makes up for it LOL. Except for zhihua who's undercutting everyone else. Tsk she's like a foreign worker man, charging low prices and grabbing business! But nobody beats yw since he teaches for free HAHA.

The thorny road to heaven

2010-01-18T20:55:00.004+08:00

Watching this ancient Marie Curie movie trailer suddenly made me think of something I read once in a chinese handout that listed examples of what could be used in those chinese essays you used to write. You know, handy anecdotes for your yi4 lun4 wen2.

Anyway here's what's roughly written: apparently Marie Curie had only two chairs in her house. When her husband suggested buying more she rejected the notion because it would mean guests would stay longer in their home, and that's not what they want is it!

This is supposed to be a 'you should do this' anecdote, ie this is supposed to be a model example. Because it meant that they're focused people who will not allow themselves to be distracted from their real aim.

(I'm a bit tired now that's why my paragraphs and sentences are rather fragmented, so forgive me for this.)

Granted, it is a good thing to be focused. People who allow themselves to be distracted easily, I think I'm one of them, rarely achieve success. The people who become great and noble are driven and keep their goal in their minds most of the time. If you allow yourself to talk on the phone for two hours every time a phone call comes you'll never get down to doing what you're supposed to do on your glorious path of fame and fortune and nobel prizes.

Here is where the problem appears. The biggest question in life. Not To be or not to be (most people don't occupy their time thinking of whether they should suffer the slings and arrows of fortune or just give up and jump down, you jump I jump. I think.) No, the greatest question in life is To What Extent.

I mean doesn't the road to success have any room for a comfy sofa?

And imagine if this is what is a good example is for the chinese, it doesn't take much to figure out where that commonly held notion of the chinese being overly mercenary and competitive comes from. Talking about the chinese my sis and I were loling at this article in sunday times yesterday about this couple who was already looking for potential wives for their one year old son. You know, because they love birds so much, china will be flooded with predicted 20 million guys or something in the future who can't find wives. These parents are only getting a headstart before the peak hour.

Another lol piece of news is that google pulled out of china. Lol.

Listen to the following and tell me how french people understand each other

2010-01-08T23:18:00.002+08:00

I listen to this with my gaping jaw

If you're interested it means I felt in my hands a disgusting beast, from Georges Bataille's poem I dreamed of touching, translated by Rosemary Lloyd.

Although except for french people I think it sounds more like a caveman going MANIMANO probably meaning something like I WANT TO EAT YOU

Romance evidently comes at a price.

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I've been playing this game called Virtual Families lately; it works a little like Sims but with less freedom of what you can do (you can't, for example, put someone on fire or drown them in a pool). The good thing is, you don't have to watch over their every movement and make sure they go to the toilet when they have to go to the toilet. Also, they work in real time.

While boring most of the time, this game has its moments:

1. Euphemism for sex:
First of all, they call this action "trying to make a baby". This action comes after the God of the game, namely me, drags the girl on top of the guy or vice versa. Sometimes they aren't in the mood so the game says "They can't decide whether or not to have a baby" and their action is "Arguing", inclusive of squabbling noises. Evidently the characters in the game are not much interested in sex as an act of desire but use it for purely utilitarian purposes.

Here comes the act itself. After they decide that they are in the mood to "try to make a baby", they go to the bedroom as what you'd expect. The God of the game watches on with anticipation. The woman first takes a rose, and scatters the rose petals on the bed. Romance is a very important factor in the game despite the fact that marriage proposals come by emails and you pick the guy/girl like you pick oranges in the market. The bed now looks like a cosy nook that is absolutely delicious for some fooling around. The woman and the man get on the bed. They are still standing. The God watches on as her characters jump on the bed for about two seconds, then get off. The act is done.

Uh wait what?

The characters then get back to whatever they were doing, like watching TV. If they are successful in making a baby a baby pops up in the woman's arms immediately. I sense some gender stereotype here.

2. What to do when your oven's on fire

In Virtual Families, they run over to the oven and jump for a few seconds. The game reads, "There is a fire!" Huge volumes of smoke rise up from your oven. After jumping around, the characters go back to "Playing video games".

The smoke continues to rise up, and will rise up until you quit the game. The oven is fortunately made of fireproof material and there is no such thing as irreparable damage.

If you want to put out the fire there is a complicated procedure. Apparently the doorknob of the shed is in the sandbox, which has to be gotten by dragging the character to the sandbox. After the doorknob is fixed on, the key has to be obtained from under the doormat (though how we are supposed to know is another question. Perhaps it is a common procedure to hide keys under doormats in America.) Then you finally get the fire extinguisher to put out the fire.

In any other world besides Virtual Families, the house is burnt down to the crisp with its video-playing occupants.

Musings at 1am

2010-01-07T00:57:00.003+08:00

Twitter seems to exist for the following:
a) Cryptic messages
b) Attempts at humour
c) Mundane one-liners put in there for possibly the following reasons:
i. the person has no one else to tell it to
ii. it! is! really! too! exciting! to! wait! and! the! whole! world! needs! to! know! (highly rare. the exciting part, i mean.)
iii. to convey messages to someone that might possibly be on the contact list or someone who would hopefully be stalking their twitter account

of which I am very happy to be part of!

Classics off the street

2009-12-13T12:01:00.002+08:00

Only Wankers Don't Use Condoms. 'Nuff said.

Here comes the genie taxi that appears from the rub of a lamp! Make no mistakes ladies and gentlemen, the stuff of your dreams that will bring you to the most fantastic places your imagination can conjure!

A valuable relic obtained from the soles of a pilgrim, unavailable on Ebay. Heard of pilgrimages to the Holy Land of Jerusalem? These shoes have undergone that very pilgrimage, complete with a kneel and bow every three steps.

No actually, they've only been worn a second time.

Ooh, a book all about vampires! What's that above it?

Grab your own GIA diamonds now!

And finally a little happiness going on down there:

I do so love cosy snuggles.

Post A-level days

2009-12-12T18:33:00.003+08:00

A test of inertia, I must say. Days that I don't spend going out are spent with idle self-control wonderings. Like, let's see how long I can go without using my brain! Or maybe Okay now we don't touch the computer. Okay. ...Uh. Now what?

Pretty fun actually :D Except for the teeny weeny fact that all my grand noble dreams are being accomplished at a rate slightly faster than the separation of Pangea. Such as picking up the sexy language of french. Or reading more poetry. Or learning about English history and whatnot. Well I did say I was interested to find out how far I could go without using my brain.

Evidently, quite far.

My new love

2009-09-18T22:37:00.002+08:00

Meet my new love:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YjO_VXHxsRw

I long to make love to him all day as long as he feeds me those crazyass vocals

FAIL

2009-09-08T00:09:00.003+08:00

Where do you fall in the list? The BBC believes most people will have read only 6 of the 100 books here. It's always fun to prove them wrong.

Copy this into your NOTES. Look at the list and put an X after those you have read. Tag other book nerds. Don't forget to tag me back.

1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen X
2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien
3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte X
4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling X
5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee X
6 The Bible
7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte X
8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell X
9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman X
10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens

Total: 7

11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott X
12 Tess of the D’Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy X
13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller X
14 Complete Works of Shakespeare
15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier
16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien
17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks
18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger X
19 The Time Traveler’s Wife - Audrey Niffenegger X
20 Middlemarch - George Eliot

Total: 5
Total so far: 12

21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell X
22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald X
23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens
24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy
25 The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll (uh I think I read Through the Looking Glass but not Alice in Wonderland itself :O)
30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame

Total: 2
Total so far: 14

31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens
33 Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis
34 Emma-Jane Austen
35 Persuasion - Jane Austen
36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis
37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
38 Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres
39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
40 Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne

Total: 0 (LOL)
Total so far: 14

41 Animal Farm - George Orwell X
42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown X
43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez X
44 A Prayer for Owen Meany - John Irving
45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins
46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery
47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy
48 The Handmaid’s Tale - Margaret Atwood X (GO READ THIS)
49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding X
50 Atonement - Ian McEwan (I guess watching the movie doesn't count :D)

Total: 5
Total so far: 19

51 Life of Pi - Yann Martel X
52 Dune - Frank Herbert
53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen
55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens
58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley X
59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon
60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez X

Total: 3

Total so far: 22

61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck
62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov X
63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt
64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold
65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas X
66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac
67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy
68 Bridget Jones’s Diary - Helen Fielding
69 Midnight’s Children - Salman Rushdie
70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville (uh I don't suppose illustrated classics count?)

Total: 2.5 (because I insist illustrated classics count as half)
Total so far: 24.5

71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens (another half)
72 Dracula - Bram Stoker (third half)
73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett (this shows that reading simplified versions in primary school is bad because you won't bother picking up the original later on, fourth half)

74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson
75 Ulysses - James Joyce
76 The Inferno – Dante
77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome
78 Germinal - Emile Zola
79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray
80 Possession - AS Byatt

Total: 1.5
Total so far: 26

81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens (fifth half)
82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker
84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro
85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert
86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
87 Charlotte’s Web - EB White (this one is even worse than illustrated classics, I think I read some children's version of it complete with coloured pictures. No, contrary to what illustrated classics sound like, they are not actually really illustrated. Maybe a black and white picture every chapter.)
88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom X
89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton

Total: 1.5
Total so far: 27.5

91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad (never got past the first chapter)
92 The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery X
93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks
94 Watership Down - Richard Adams
95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole
96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute
97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas
98 Hamlet - William Shakespeare X
99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl X
100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo

Total: 3
Total read from list: 30.5

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Call myself a lit student LOL.

TIME DOESN'T EXIST WHEN YOU DON'T LOOK AT IT

2009-08-16T22:34:00.000+08:00

You know the philosophy theory which says that things are only real because you perceive them? I think it applies for time! For example, if you stare at your clock, there seems to be such a thing as time which goes on rhythmatically. Get occupied doing something else, and hey presto! WHEN YOU LOOK AT YOUR CLOCK ALL THE TIME JUST MIRACULOUSLY DISAPPEARED. Someone stoled it, or it didn't exist in the first place! -pats my shoulder for a job well done-

Anyway I was wondering, can someone explain to me what the heck is "most artistically perfect of his/her works"? I think virginia woolf once said jane austen was the most artistically perfect female prose writer or something to that effect, and the other day I was at the library there was this book which said some short story was "probably the most artistically perfect of his works". I mean, does artistically perfect means having some sort of symmetry? Just the right amount of wit, suspense and irony? What is the right amount??

For the random updates on my life:

#1. I HAVE AN ADORABLE MOUSE THAT IS MEANT TO BE MICROWAVED IN TIMES OF CRAMPS TO KEEP MY TUMMY WARM. HE COMES FROM UK AND IS NAMED PINGPANG AFTER THE PERSON WHO BOUGHT IT. IT IS PINK AND COMFORTINGLY HEAVY. Except that I don't have the habit of hugging anything to sleep so it gets kicked off my bed. Awww.

#2. This is quite long ago but it is so cute I have to upload it:

COMPARE AND CONTRAST:

I THINK THE RESEMBLANCE IS UNCANNY

#3. Can Noah's ark ever be true/Can the whole world of animals ever come from just a pair each??

Well maybe Bacteria/Virus X hasn't come to extinguish the whole lot of us yet, that is why we believe we have Diversity. Believe me, we tried all sorts of theories including cross species sex to explain the possibility of coming from a pair of animals. Which leads me to the next point:

#4. The Human Race Will Become Extinct By A Biobomb Created By Themselves (Not Global Warming)

See, this is an utterly valid theory. First of all, we notice that Fate especially enjoys ironies, like any lit student. We also realize that humans are astoundingly proud of their intellect and their superiority over the whole animal web. Put these two observations together, and the answer to What We Would End By seems so simple: A VIRUS CREATED BY OURSELVES! As I was telling yoggi and pang, that would be the greatest irony of all-- getting killed by something that was created by our oh-so-wonderful intellect! And the reason for this inspiration comes from the next point:

#5. There are three worlds, one of the living, one of the dead who are not yet forgotten by the living, and the last of the dead (ie all who remember him personally are dead)

This comes from a book I just finished reading, The Brief History of the Dead. I think the idea is damn cool okay! Imagine a world where all the people whom we are grieving for are alive, going about their movements and interacting with each other. Imagine being the last one alive (which is what happens in that book) and having all the people you know or just vaguely see on the streets in one world (sort of like a very efficient facebook). Your ex lover, your grandfather, the beggar down the street, your boss all in one place. The only thing they have in common is you. How will they interact? Okay I think I just provided a summary of the book but it's such a new theory I haven't thought about! A bit like afterlife but modified.

Sudana laughs at me for being afraid of death. Damn.

Remember this?

2009-08-15T15:51:00.001+08:00

LOL I love my retarded self in sec three, so much time to waste:
Retarded Goldfish Society

Educate the houseflies I say!

2009-08-02T02:23:00.003+08:00

It is a commonly acknowledged fact: that education allows the lower classes to climb the social ladder and gain a better standard of living. This is why countries aim to have a high literacy rate, not including those with corrupted governments.

It is also another commonly acknowledged fact that one cannot deliberately extinguish an entire species for the great destruction it will do to the food chain.

Therefore, applying A on B, the best solution is to educate the mosquitoes, houseflies, cockroaches and rats so that they will nevermore be irritants to us and we can have a peaceful coexistence as they transfer the knowledge from generation to generation. After all, if we can train chimpanzees, dogs and even rats, we can train them to be civilized little buggers as well and reach a mutual compromise so that we can raise all our standards of living. Talk about a win-win solution where we do not damage the environment irrevocably and lead to our own demise plus we make every living creature a happier creature!

After all, the next step for standards of living is to include all possible animals into our count as well. If we were truly a humanitarian society which stands up for all rights, it makes sense that animals should be included into the happiness index. Although I admit including animals such as chickens, cows and pigs would greatly pull it down so perhaps we'll exclude them to make our statistics look reasonable and not in the negatives. After all, while altruisim is the ideal, it is undeniable that we're still selfish capitalist creatures at heart who believe in objectivism and not all of us can survive on tofu for our only protein sources.

How shall we go about doing this? We would first have a fundamental assumption that animals have their own code of communication, and that given sufficient education, they would spread the seeds of what they've learnt to fellow comrades and future generations (WOW THAT RHYMED!). Admittedly, educating cockroaches and houseflies would be a rather tough task seeing that the latter buggers have been around for some billions of years and have probably annoyed the hell out of the dinosaurs as well. For species which have been around for so long we have alarmingly little knowledge on their intellectual capabilities (for to survive for so long one needs rather a lot of intelligence but we don't seem to have included them in our SMARTEST ANIMALS listings, I think we're rather ANIMALGROUPIST because we only think mammals are smart!). Of course I understand this lack of research on this area; who in their right minds would want to research on these ugly creatures??

But as we're so fond of saying, LONG RUN BENEFITS OVER SHORT RUN COSTS. If we manage to have a breakthrough in this area, it won't be long before we're on our way to achieving world peace and harmony and an exponential decline in diseases! For I theorize that the real source of disorders are these irritating insects. For example, Hitler probably woke up one day with a cockroach on his nose. "MY GOD, YOU LOOK LIKE A JEW!" he said, though till this day nobody knows why yet. And so he began killing them the way he would want to kill cockroaches, though he still died with a cockroach popped in his moustache waving its disgusting fillers around and flying off when someone tried to swat it. Damn those wings of theirs.

So we gather the top few of these three species into a laboratory where we educate them with our trusty reward-penalty system. For example, if a housefly lands on a banana with a neon orange sign, it will be given more bananas. However, if the housefly lands on a non-neon-orange sign banana, it will be immediately zapped. Some optimism is required that these alien animals are open to such methods of learning and will gain the knowledge that HEY, NON-NEON-ORANGE BANANAS ARE BAD!

After that, we release them back into specific housing environments and these teachings will be conducted on a larger scale. Houseflies which intrude upon non-neon-orange bananas will get fried immediately. Sooner or later this knowledge will pass around and hopefully to the whole world of houseflies such that we now have an arrangment: ONLY EAT NEON ORANGE BANANAS! And they can have a designated area for meals and lodgings and we can earn more income with housefly hotels etc.

I've always loved the idea of designated areas. Especially the one I suggested last time of dumping all smokers on jurong island; I still think it is such a brilliant idea. If only it were feasible, if only!

Confidant, confidante, and the sad fates of leonard and pang

2009-07-08T22:53:00.004+08:00

Okay I was getting pretty amused by the different pronunciations:

Isn't it funny that CONFIDANT is pronounced as confidant while CONFIDANTE (the female version apparently) is pronounced as confidante I MEAN WHAT IS THE SIGNIFICANCE OF THE DIFFERENT EMPHASIS! Like uh emphasizing on the last syllable gives a more feminine sound? Like a trail-off effect? While emphasizing on the first syllable gives a stronger effect (and therefore more "masculine"?) OKAY DON'T MIND ME

Anyway like they say, there are always new things to be experienced in life and I ANNOUNCE THAT I HAVE BROKEN MY OWN PERSONAL RECORD OF KBOXING-- TWICE IN FIVE DAYS, BEAT THAT!

Yesterday pang and leonard were quite amusing, they waited two hours for me to finish watching the TSD performance (more about that later) so that they can go some salon near my house which apparently charges three bucks for a haircut. What happened was, me being me had no idea such a place existed so I brought them to the only salon I know near my house. Except that at that exact moment we stepped outside the salon, the hairdresser stepped out of the salon having just shut it for the day. Uh. So I led them to the market to the place I normally cut my hair, and written in marker ink on the locked metal doors was: CLOSED ON TUESDAYS.

Desperation threatened to overwhelm us with its potent waves. We trawled the place hoping for some salvation. At our most hopeless moments Ruiyong was not there to pick up his phone and tell us where the hell this miracle salon was. Defeat was in every step we took. Was this trip really going to be fruitless after such anticipation?

BUT WAIT, there was a salon right ahead! Gingerly we stepped inside. Smoke floated into our nostrils, origins unknown. Because pang and leonard were at their lowest point of desperation they had to make do, and guess how much the salon charged:

TEN BUCKS.

Well I did tell them they should have gone home first to cut at pasir ris. Or go to the salon near sudana's house. I felt such pity for them I offered my house for after their haircut and even volunteered to cook noodles for them. Unfortunately my kind offer wasn't taken and they only ended up reaching home at 8 plus. SUCH SAD PEOPLE THEY ARE.

Anyway TSD rehearsals were quite fabulous :D MY FAVOURITE WAS NABIL AND YIKAI'S MUSICAL AND NOT BECAUSE THEY KISSED ON THE LIPS -glares at anyone who dares say otherwise- OH YEAH AND I LIKED THE SIAMESE TWINS ONE TOOOO. Nabil and Yikai sang a musical complete with exaggerated flourishing and it was hilarious. The kiss at the back was rather abrupt though like what someone commented; everyone expected it to end on that note and they suddenly did some weird jerking thing and planted their lips on each other's. But Mr Lyon is seriously a damn cool teacher, he demonstrated how to do the lead-up to the kiss all the while holding the note perfectly 0.o

Gan's play was fascinating because it had a BIG SCARY TALKING WARDROBE with a clothes thingum on top that looked like a face and an arm that was made up of a broomstick. My favourite part's the praying mantis catching the butterfly, IT WAS WRITTEN TOTALLY IN THE GAN STYLE HAHA. I found the characterization of the mum and the maid rather typical though because it seems that every mum is a bossy unreasonable mdm while every maid is a meek, mistreated woman who doesn't dare speak out. Speaking of which I just read that characterization in suchen christin lim's prose in CAP's Roots and Wings! Still like the puppets anyway, although I was in rather much of a rush to go off by then seeing that the two poor guys above were held up by me. What a blessed girl I am, imagine making two guys wait for you for two hours :D

PANG HAS A THEORY

2009-07-02T21:46:00.004+08:00

He says, guys walk around when they're talking to someone they like.

IS THAT TRUE IS THAT

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So today we broke a record, we had a total of EIGHT people for "class" lunch! This is an amazing statistic ladies and gentlemen; we have never had such a successful class outing before! The numbers diminished rather exponentially as we tried to decide what to do before kboxing at four; Leonard suggested Sentosa because "YOU GET TO LOOK AT HOT CHICKS PLAY VOLLEYBALL!" I suggested ice-skating while kevy suggested LET'S GO BACK TO SCHOOL TO THE AIRCON LAB. Let's just say we loitered outside bishan mrt for rather long in the hot weather before deciding on the final course of action: MY HOUSE. Because rita sucked and refused to give up her house which has every godly electronic delight in the world.

So the six of us (michelle went to meet her parents and sudana went home) took 59 and trudged through ugly construction work before getting to my bright and big house where we proceeded to rape my dreamcast and PS2. Let's just say kevy and leonard had The Experience Of Their Lives beating an invisible boss monster in level one of House of the Dead 2. Not that my sister and I haven't done so before, but HEY it's not everyday that you get to do that!

Anyway today I felt very lucky to have such a great bunch of friends to go out and have fun with; it's like in the middle of kboxing session I suddenly had this very MUSHY feeling just looking at kevy pang and leonard singing. I'M SURE YOU WILL TOO LOOKING AT THIS:

FUZZ FUZZ FUZZ

That's basically all the post-exam celebration up till now AND IT IS GLORIOUS

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Anyway here's the present I made for rita, I forgot to upload it!

YAY LIT QUIZ

2009-06-24T00:59:00.003+08:00

1) What author do you own the most books by?

Because I'm so poor it takes only pang's gift of seven books by the Brönte sisters to make Charlotte Brönte the author I own the most books by. Except that I fell asleep trying to read two out of her four books.

Besides that, among the admirable three I bought for myself (not counting lit books, of which Shakespeare is a clear winner), it has to be Cyril Wong with his two books. The last one belongs to Neruda.

2) What book do you own the most copies of?
Because I have two copies of every lit text I have it's Pride and Prejudice, two copies for lit and one bought a long while back.

3) Did it bother you that both those questions ended with prepositions?
Nope; WHY, DOES ANYONE HAVE A PROBLEM WITH PREPOSITIONS? Do you hear them crying about the unfairness of being discriminated against? I mean for all you know they could be lovers with question marks and those evul prejudiced people are preventing these star-crossed lovers from being together!

4) What fictional character are you secretly in love with?

For secretly it'll be Roarke from J.D. Robb's In Death series (yes my romance novel phase in sec two) Otherwise it'll be FITZWILLIAM DARCY~

Dream of every girl who takes lit. I swear Ms Lye has a crush on him. Although Ms Veera does seem to be the exception; quote, "I'm not so in love with darcy to do him for ten years!"

Aww poor Darcy feels like his sexual prowess just got insulted.

5) What book have you read the most times in your life?
Um. Does reading them for lit count :D Pride and Prejudice and A Handmaid's Tale (HEART HEART HEART)

6) What was your favorite book when you were ten years old?
Let's see I can't remember if that was my Sweet Valley phase or my Babysitters' Club phase. EITHER WAY.

7) What is the worst book you've read in the past year?
Mr Darcy Takes A Wife -smacks head- I seriously solemnly swear that I had high hopes of it being more than a fanfic of some author's deepest fantasies. Although it was quite entertaining for the first few pages; let's just say that I had a rather fascinating preview into the author's fantasies of Darcy's sexual prowess. I think I can say it's better than Twilight. Not that I've read any of those. Or for that matter I didn't finish Mr Darcy Takes a Wife either. I'm rather allergic to wasting my time.

8) What is the best book you've read in the past year?
Uh, that's a hard one. Because I feel rather attached to idealistic love stories it'd be a struggle between Time Traveller's Wife and Everything is Illuminated. And for something not so idealistic, Glen Duncan's Love Remains. Although I know the title sounds idealistic.

9) If you could force everyone you tagged to read one book, what would it be?
Handmaid's Tale.

10) Who deserves to win the next Nobel Prize for Literature?

I'm not sure, the "most outstanding work in an ideal direction" seems like a rather heavy burden.

11) What book would you most like to see made into a movie?
WELLLL

Flowers for algernon? Is there a movie already? And actually I'd like a better Everything is Illuminated, the movie left out the whole backstory which is basically the best part of it 0.o

12) What book would you least like to see made into a movie?
I'll tell you when I stumble upon it.

13) Describe your weirdest dream involving a writer, book, or literary character.

My dreams pretty much get forgotten unfortunately, I'd love to dream about darcy :D

14) What is the most lowbrow book you've read as an adult?
Not an adult yet :D

But books that are considered "lowbrow" like the chick lit books are quite funny actually. I mean, CAN YOU READ TWILIGHT WITHOUT LAUGHING?

15) What is the most difficult book you've ever read?
I think I basically give up if they're difficult. Uh, Hamlet? -tries to wax lyrical on the poetic complexities of Hamlet's mind-

16) What is the most obscure Shakespeare play you've seen?
Considering I've only seen one shakespare play being acted on (midsummer night's dream and that's hardly obscure) I don't think I can be a great judge on this. The most obscure plays I've read though, uh I think it still comes down to Hamlet? Since I don't think Merchant of Venice, Macbeth and Othello can be considered great contenders for that title.

17) Do you prefer the French or the Russians?
FRENCH

That's only because I don't read the Russians.

18) Edwin Thumboo or Arthur Yap?
ARTHUR YAP

Except I think that's due to that leeetle bias I have against edwin thumboo ever since I fell asleep in his talk in rgs. And also because of that I haven't really read his poetry.

19) Cyril Wong or Alfian Saat?
Cyril Wong! As seen by the 66 percent hefty proportion of his books in my collection.

20) Shakespeare, Milton, or Chaucer?
Shakespeare, duh

(haven't really read the others, I guiltily admit. Especially Chaucer. At least for Milton I can remember he's blind.)

21) Austen or Eliot?
WELL LOOK ABOVE, WHO WROTE DARCY INTO LIFE HUHUHUH

Haven't read Eliot!

22) What is the biggest or most embarrassing gap in your reading?
Uh, basically all the literary classics like PARADISE LOST, INFERNO, Petrach's dunno how many million love sonnets, etc and etc--

ACTUALLY THERE ARE PLENTY OF EMBARRASSING GAPS IN MY READING. OH DEAR.

23) What is your favourite novel?
Tug-of-war between Everything is Illuminated and Time Traveller's Wife. Told you I indulge in these romantic ideals too much for my health.

24) Play?
An Inspector Calls, even though we did the discrimination theme to death. And Pygmalion!

25) Poem?

Are you sure you want me to list them???

At the moment, Linda Gregg's Marriage and Midsummer's Night

26) Essay?
Let's just say I'm not interested enough in them to have a proper decision, but uh yeah A Modest Proposal for being actually read by me.

27) Short story?
Does Flowers for Algernon count as one?

I'M READING A SHORT STORY ANTHOLOGY NOW, TELL YOU WHEN ONE STRIKES ME EXTREMELY HARD

28) Work of nonfiction?
Seductress by Betsy Priouleau

29) Who is your favourite writer?
Jonathan Safran Foerrrrr

30) Who is the most overrated writer alive today?
Whats-her-name who wrote twilight OH YEAH STEPHANIE MEYERS

I guess she has to be acknowledged for creating much-needed cheer in today's gloomy world.

31) What is your desert island book?
Honestly I can't have ONE book to read only?? Especially on a desert island??

Maybe my poetry book so that I can whine about how sad my life is being stuck on a desert island.

32) And... what are you reading right now?

My Mistress's Sparrow is Dead (anthology edited by Jeffrey Eugenides), Paper Towns (John Green), Girl with a Pearl Earring (Tracy Chevalier), The Unswept Room (Sharon Olds), Selected Poems (Carl Sandburg), Advertising by Design and a rather suspicious NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant (Anne Tyler).

Honestly if there are any books I don't trust they are the NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER, INTERNATIONAL BESTSELLER etc etc. Must be the repercussions of reading too many romance novels at the tender age of fourteen, every one of them proclaiming themselves to be BESTSELLER everywhere.

THINKERS LEADERS PIONEERS

2009-06-11T00:02:00.003+08:00

Okay, so Andrea and I have done something possibly no Rafflesian has ever done before!

YOU'VE HEARD OF CLIMBING THE GATE TO GET INTO SCHOOL. BUT HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF CRAWLING UNDERNEATH IT?

Because the fates were telling us that it was not the ideal time to take our mock lit test, we forgot to press the bus bell and thus the bus went over to the next stop. In calculating the shortest way to rj we decided to go by the GONG WAI SIEW PEK SUN TENG okay whatever name it has-- that RI side gate that leads to the place where you pray to your ancestor's ashes. The name of which, incidentally, I have also forgotten. ANYWAY. So we trekked our way there only to find the gate paddocked, which is what it is most of the time. We estimated the height of the grills in the gate and calculated that it was too tall for us to climb past (the grill was, what, my height away from the top of the gate?). Being the, uh, exquisite ladies that we are, we (did not whine) dwelled briefly on the tediousness of walking one round all the way to the RI bus stop gate. And because we are thinkers, leaders and pioneers, we decided to be enterprising and look for other ways into the school.

It was just then a Moment of Brilliance struck pang, and he saw the gap underneath the gate. "I THINK YOU CAN FIT IN!" he says, being the thinker that he is.

The pioneer that I was couldn't resist the opportunity, and thus squirmed through that narrow opening AND FOUND THAT, INDEED, I COULD FIT IN! Andrea followed suit happily while our thinker remained behind the gate dubiously. Yes, he tried to fit in. He got his head in. He got his shoulders in. Just when he was trying to get his chest in his self doubt dominated and exclaimed, "I CAN'T LAHHH" and squirmed back out.

AND THEN A CRITICAL MOMENT: we got caught.

~~Needless to say, three white slips came our way and from then on we learnt a lesson never to dive underneath the gates~~ On the contrary, this funny guy here gave us a half-hearted rebuke before OFFERING TIPS TO PANG ON HOW TO SCALE THE GATE.

In any case his well-meant advice wasn't taken and pang was not prepared to do NS exercises before he got into NS. Which means that pang had to run all the way to the side gate like he was running for the olympics and got himself all stinky and smelly. Ew.

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So I came back from Malaysia after a four-day trip, and this is the best thing we saw hanging over one of the coffee shops there:

I'M A VIP~

2009-06-02T00:35:00.005+08:00

So today I'm going to confer one of the greatest honours anyone can receive: I met the first gentleman I've known in my life!

This great honour goes to Alex Chan; the rest of you guys SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELVES, etc. IT IS TRULY HEARTENING TO KNOW THAT CHIVARY IS NOT COMPLETELY DEAD.

Some of the little things he did:

1. opened doors for people

2. helped E-Lynn to throw her food container away even though she volunteered to do so first

3. bought my drink from me because I wanted soya bean and out came chysanthemum tea which I hate

and just generally be considerate for the people around him. OKAY BEFORE I MAKE HIM BLUSH :D

Besides that, today I officially acquired VIP status!

This is how you know you've truly gone past a milestone of your life:

First you ask for the CAP books that are laid outside the performing arts centre, and the people there reject you because "these books are reserved for the VIPs" and tells you that you'll get your books later. So you go in, a bit disappointed at not being able to see what works of yours they've printed, and then you see people holding onto these precious books. "HOW DID YOU GET THEM!" you exclaim. They tell you to just go out and grab one of the two, which you do. Then you see the other book, the more prestigious 20th year anthology, that someone is holding. You repeat your question.

"If your works are inside, you can just go out there and write your name and get one!"

And this is how you officially acquire VIP status. Because they're "reserved for VIP" and now you get one for free just by writing your name. VIP, BABY! NO SMALL THING.

AND YOU ARE OFFICIALLY PUBLISHED.

And of course today has been rather enjoyable, hanging out with fellow CAP mentees and generally getting high through talking to them. High points of the day:

1. MACBETH RAP

Man we couldn't stop laughing. Lyn insists it sounds like the MDA rap and I agree, it even has a refrain/chorus of "IT SOUNDS SO SWEET, AND IT FEELS SO GOOD" and something about the smoke and the wood. There were also other rhymes like "MACBETH, AMBITION AND DEATH, TAKE A DEEP BREATH", uh-uh yeah-yeah -makes devil/i love you signs- with lots of smoke trying to make some sort of forboding atmostphwere. Lyn says it smells like marshmallows but I think it smells more like plasticine. Which is totally not how I smell like as pang likes to claim. Anyway we all agree it was the most memorable part of the evening! Especially how Ephraim, gasps, CAN LOOK LIKE A PAIKIA WITH RED HAIR AND BLINGBLING.

2. Sexual innuendos in Angeline Yap's work?!?

Don't ask me, ask gan and yaoguang who burst out into silent laughter while she was reading it which was badly concealed. Gan said he had to bite his hand to stop laughing. No offence meant from them I'm sure, it's just their overtly dirty and greek-polluted (for gan) minds at work. This is how the poem goes:

On a park bench

Angeline Yap

On a park bench

a turbaned grandfather

sits in a circle of light

allowing his grandson to ride on his legs.

He remembers his own grandfather

carrying him shoulder high

He remembers how he would sometimes play

with the old man's beard.

He thinks to himself

how he laughed aloud

those long-ago days;

how golden the air had been,

and how the sun seemed to glint

in the corner of his grandfather's eye.

He thinks to himself now

how happy they were

- grandfather and he.

(Why had he not known it then?)

And he leans towards the child

as if he wants to say to him

something very important;

something he must remember

and guard with his life.

But just then, the boy laughs

so the old man checks himself.

Grandfather

with his splendid Sikh beard,

sits on a park bench smiling

giving his young grandson a ride.

Now gan and yaoguang can explain what dirty dirty things their minds came out with. Possibly with the word "ride" I suspect.

3. The lack of ties

Somehow there's something about the blazer that makes one forget the existence of a tie. "Huh, what tie?" and there you have it. I arrived there, late by 10 or 15 minutes but still earlier than the rest of the raffles delegation and promptly was acutely aware of my lack of ties. Coupled with leaving my handphone at home, this was, to say the least, disastrous.

Alex to the rescue! He helps me sms yaoguang who's coming late at 6 because of H3 chem, and dear yaoguang realizes he's missing a tie too. "I'll go borrow two from the RI library!" he says. And for the moment, all is peaceful and life is great.

A couple of hours later, Nicholas strolls in without a tie looking all professional in his long-sleeved shirt. Except for one thing, which I broke to him: "DO YOU HAVE AN EXTRA TIE?" You can guess the reaction. So another express sms goes to yaoguang asking for a third tie.

IN THE END, yaoguang was frightened by the ANGRY RI LIBRARIANS and said he could only borrow a tie, ie, for himself. DAMN YOU YAOGUANG. Later Nicholas miraculously gets a tie through god knows where, and after receiving his cert, we did a quick operation where he rushes back to the queue in one whole round and I wear the tie he has in a few nifty seconds. Tada, a job well done indeed.

4. Lyn's rigorous washing procedures

I forgot what her keychain's called, isit a modo? Domo? ANYWAY it's this stuffed toy keychain thing which she washes lovingly every weekend 0.o It has a split seam at its leg part which she stuffs her earsticks in when she wants to listen to her MP3. Talk about unusual and unhygienic usage. But ohwell, she washes her domo every weekend so I guess that's more hygienic than I'm ever going to get LOL.

5. Gan's sexual innundoes

I told you his mind has been overtly polluted by greek classics. The last one he made goes something like this:

Me (in response to me being the only one sitting down on a bus seat): Maan I feel like a pampered kid!

Gan: The kid part is right -sniggers-

Me: -kicks- MY FOOT IS AT YOUR GROIN LEVEL.

Gan: Someone getting aggressive huh?

Me: -tries to look menacing- I can attack!

Gan: With your foot or your hand?

TSK, what a thing to say to a maiden.

Anyway this is our group shot, gan's not inside because HAH he took off his blazer and changed into a pe shirt exceedingly fast.

Don't ask me about the white dots surrounding us (OMG SUPERNATURAL ELEMENTS). Yaoguang looks like a blushing maiden :D

Much lub

2009-05-29T22:56:00.006+08:00

There are friends who are great company.

And there are friends who are great company and who are willing to be there for you whether you ask or not.

YEAH.

Thanks yoggi pang and zhihua for coming down and pang for the sunflower, the huge box of after eight mint chocolates (0.o!) and a leo doll keychain without shorts LOL. DIDN'T GET TO TAKE PHOTO WITH ZHIHUA.

For the rest of harmoc ensemble (especially weiling and sandra): WE WERE AWESOME.

What you wonder that the X-men could have done but didn't do

2009-05-09T19:57:00.004+08:00

1. Why couldn't have Jean grey stayed onboard the Xmen ship or whatever you called it in Xmen 2? I mean I'm sure there would have been less things for her to control, for example random people who wanted to stop the ship/rush out of the ship to save her. Unless of course the ship has some disruptive influence for their powers. Which would be quite stupid seeing that HEY, THEY'RE XMEN AND THEIR GREATEST ASSETS ARE THEIR POWERS NOT THE SHIP.

2. WARNING: SPOILER HERE IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY WATCHED WOLVERINE. Since Silverfox is so amazing to be able to make Striker walk on till his feet bled at the end of Xmen origins: Wolverine, you wonder why she couldn't have used her amazing powers earlier to get him to release her sister. Who happens to be Emma Frost in the movie, which doesn't make sense because if it were really Emma Frost I'm sure she would have put her fantastic telepathic powers to great use and escaped very early on. After all, she is just one level short of omega.

Oh yeah, and even if she couldn't have done that to Striker, you wonder why Striker didn't make her do something more to Wolverine earlier on like manipulate him to be Striker's slave instead of making him fall for her and telling him repeatedly he's not a beast. But uh let's give them the suspension of disbelief here and attribute it to LUV though you would think that with so much luv silverfox wouldn't have submitted to letting wolverine think she was dead.

3. Striker's aim is amazing: it manages to penetrate straight to the precise section of Wolverine's brain that contains only his memories and nothing else. So much that Wolverine follows his intended plans and forgets his past but not english and how to walk.

I shall not even mention Xmen 3 where Wolverine's pants stay intact with everything else atomizing since everyone knows that. Hey, they've to keep things PG.

Innovation to new heights

2009-05-08T00:33:00.002+08:00

LOL I swear virus-makers are getting more and more innovative from the typical "Check out this website!" to "Omg I just lost a few million pounds of weight!" "I just uploaded our pictures here!" AND ULTIMATELY TODAY "omgomg I can't believe you're so cheap -insert puking smiley- lol... -insert website infested with viruses-"

Not only are they making their topics more interesting than ever, they're learning our slang! IT IS JUST AMAZING HOW SMART VIRUS-MAKERS ARE GETTING. At this rate they'll get a PHD in sociology!

Incidentally Sudana just told me a damn intriguing theory of Christianity and paganism, check out this youtube video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KeZB2EsPqGE . I won't guarantee it's not infested with viruses, YOU NEVER KNOW IF THIS IS A VIRUS MAKER WHO IS TRYING VERY HARD TO PERSONALIZE THEIR MESSAGES.

What is installation art?

2009-03-28T22:34:00.006+08:00

Let's face it: nobody does proper art and calls it art nowadays anymore. If they do proper art it appears as illustration or webcomics or your coursework for the year. Right now the fad is all for INSTALLATION ART, breaking out of boundaries, having fluid perspectives etc. The point of all installation art is to make people think about things like The Transient Nature of Beauty or The Ever-Changing World or Everything Ultimately Ends In Destruction or -inserts one of those utterly deep one-liner themes-.

Let's explore the ways they break out of boundaries.

An apparent way is that of breaking into the realm of video-making, except you don't call it a film because it isn't. It's Art. And because it's Art, you cannot criticize it for the following:

1. Maan, the quality of the filming totally sucks! The camera shakes, the panning is unnatural and too fast and the video is pixellated! Plus did I just see the cameraman's hand at the side of the screen?

2. Uh, what did I just watch? I believe it was some guy filming himself in the mirror and zooming in and out on his mole.

3. Did the guy just plonk the video camera in the middle of the street and go off to have some lunch?

This is because it is all carefully thought out and the artist intended everything that you wanted to criticize about it. The feeling of discomfort is natural. You're supposed to break out of your boundaries and conventions and not judge this film according to conventional filming standards, because it is not meant to be a film. It is just in the format of a video but it's Art.

Another way of breaking out of conventional art boundaries: performance art! Now we're talking about the highest level of art attainable, the kind of art that alters with the performance setting. This means that every time the art is performed, it is different! That makes it totally original and hard-to-think-of because the artist has to improvise at every setting!

And what are you made to see at performance art pieces? Let's see. At the Singapore Art Museum, something we saw was a video of a guy stacking glasses at his performance art piece. We were riveted as it seemed like he was going to do an amazing thing like stack the glasses to the ceiling and we all know that with a high centre of gravity, the thing is extremely precarious. So I observed that "he's getting somewhere!" at his seventh glass. Unfortunately immediately after that the whole stack fell. The camera zoomed in and out on the shards. Later, he stacked his chair on top of four glasses and poured water from a water bottle onto the ground. The camera zoomed in and out on the water flowing. I suppose we were meant to examine the, uh, mix of water and glass and its transcendental and broken beauty. And that is Art.

Another way to have installation art is to Make Use of the Space. If you kope any random thing, say, a phone, and put it in the middle of a white room, and maybe like tie telephone coils all around the room or even not do anything, you're making use of the space. Because of your obstrusive telephone in the middle of the white room people are made to think about say The Vast Emptiness of Communication. Tada, your space is effectively made use of.

Art is sure growing its roots in all of us, because as long as we think of something that will make people Think, we are making installation art. Surely that is not difficult! I'm sure you can go to a performance venue, burst a few balloons and call it Art. Because you totally took it seriously and spent about eighty hundred days thinking of what to do which will communicate the vast well of thought inside you. If you took a video camera and videotaped a piece of book with its pages getting ruffled that'll be Art too. The best ones are the ones which arouse shock and disgust, and you can do that by inserting an animal into an enclosure and invite the audience to press a button which will eletrocute the animal in seconds. How thought provoking to see the beauty of a living thing shattered to a charred substance in seconds.

In conclusion, Art is for Everyone.

I HAVE A NEW HOBBY

2009-03-17T01:46:00.003+08:00

AND IT IS WUNDERFUL

Besides my passion for downloading fonts whether discriminately or indiscriminately, I have lately developed another passion-- DOWNLOADING BRUSHES ZOMG!!!

Ever since I got to know of this marvellous programme called Gimp, I discovered all the possibilities that were closed to me before! IT HAS BEEN MY LIFELONG DREAM TO DOWNLOAD BRUSHES okay maybe not a lifelong dream but a fantasy which couldn't be fulfilled cause Adobe photoshop and I never had much fate. It makes me feel so absolutely fabulously arty which is something I hardly feel and therefore extremely happy and filled with bubbly joy!

Because I always try out everything I download (anyone wants a pdf file of my trying out of my absolutely beautiful fonts?) here's a sample of my BRUSHSPAMZ -bounces around-

Okay yes I'm sounding damn suaku HAHA but NEVERMIND IT MAKES ME HAPPY TO BE FINALLY ABLE TO SPAM BRUSHES :DD Because I'm new to this whole extremely delirious thing I'm downloading all the typical brushes first, all the brushes you fantasize over when you can't download them ie the feather brush, the circle brush and whatever brushes which have nice pictures when they advertise them on deviantart. WHEE!

And actually I was supposed to do a gazillion memes but uh, they are not as fabulous as brushspamming so too bad HAHA. Give the memes the Zimbabwe notes!

one day i had an imaginary friend

2009-03-15T00:20:00.002+08:00

and i found this very pretty.

More reasons to fangirl over Shakespeare

2009-03-13T00:16:00.005+08:00

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, the astonishing fact that nobody knew-- Shakespeare has an excellent complexion! Look at that blush! Look at that smoothness! Look at his fine eyes! Okay wait that wasn't a feature of a good complexion. Just mentioning, in case you were interested to know. Which I'm sure you are.

In the words of dinosaurcomics, "It was in some dude's living room! The picture doesn't actually show the guy who found it hanging above his fireplace, but you would be forgiven for believing that it does, as the gentleman's expression reads "Oh silly me, I had a much-desired contemporaneous portrait of the Bard in my house all these years!" perfectly." To read more about this marvellous event where they find a handsome non-balding perfect-complexion-complete-with-tall-nose-and-fine-eyes portrait of Shakespeare after 400 years, go here !

Yes, Shakespeare was a handsome literary genius!

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On other matters, here's another one of those narcissitic quizzes you do from http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx; answers are pretty much copied and pasted randomly but hey, at least the quiz attempts to be original and does not have options which are downright obvious as to what kind of answers you're going to get!

Your view on yourself:

Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them.

The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:

You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.

Your readiness to commit to a relationship:

You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you meet that person.

The seriousness of your love:

You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.

Your views on education

Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.

The right job for you:

You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.

How do you view success:

You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.

What are you most afraid of:

You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.

Who is your true self:

You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.

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Well I did say they were copy and paste answers right :D and apparently they are able to discern my true self just from one quiz! Which supposedly is "mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice". Yes all you peepuls out there, I am mature k! APPEARANCE VS REALITY!

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On one last note, comic of the day!

Whee~

You're beautifuuuuul

2009-03-08T22:14:00.003+08:00

I have decided to post random things despite having at least 13 GP articles more to go, giving myself the benefit of the doubt that all articles are long (well long is relative, no?)

Actually I just wanted to say I get really envious of beautiful people! Not in a vindictive way but in a way that feels that they deserve everything good like getting loved and admired by everyone because they're so beautiful. Therefore making myself feel rather inferior because you know, one wants to be admired too but feels unworthy of it!

Like I told pang everyone has a different definition of beautiful and I have a few people on my beautiful list! I think my beautiful list is a bit like Darcy's list of criteria for accomplished women except rather less demanding. And most if not all are girls so no, I don't just dump cute boys inside because they're cute :D

Anyway identifying common trend patterns:

1. lots and lots of creativity!

2. comfortable to be around

3. artistically inclined (this is not limited to drawing-art but writing-art, music-art etc as well) (and when I say inclined I mean really inclined like you aren't afraid to show this passion through your art itself without telling everyone about it and you excel in it)

4. and prettiness!

Maaan it still remains a puzzle to me why the whole world of guys aren't going after my list of beautiful people. Maybe they're still undiscovered but for those who have discovered them TIS A MYSTERY INDEED. Of course not saying that it's not a good thing that the whole world of guys aren't going after them because that would mean the rest of the population will be lonelyyyy and you know, there's the very romantic and probably utterly untrue hollywood belief that SOMEWHERE OUT THERE THERE IS SOMEONE WHO IS JUST RIGHT FOR YOU AND LOVES YOU~ (but I like to believe in the hand of fate like in BENJAMIN BUTTON and TEH TERMINAL which makes everything right somehow at the end)

Anyhow I need to get back to my GP articles, tada!

Take 5!

2009-02-16T20:06:00.001+08:00

Take 5 was amusing because I embarked on a gladiator match and owned myself but was sad at the same time because you're expected to be busy and happy and everyone looks busy and happy. Still, a spoonful of Karliang's soup cheered me up greatly (I think it was the reminder of my mum's soup) and Benjamin Button subsequently proceeded to own the rest of the day. LUBX.

Here's how I got owned:

...despite Rui Jun not doing anything but defending. I have thus concluded that unless you has great strength the best strategy is to defend and let the other person self own themselves. Too bad I prolly won't get to test this strategy out. And I think I'll get knocked off anyway, how depressing.

Zhi Hua decided she needed practice on videoing things before videoing my match therefore here are two clips of thomas's hilarious match:

Zhi Hua giving a very skeptical look at the camera:

Zhi Hua promoting the wonders of Pasir Ris beach:

And me testing out my rather sad camwhoring skills:

Hey, at least I managed to get both of us in :D and zhihua looks very cute HAHA and a bit squashed too ohnoes

GO WATCH BENJAMIN BUTTON IT IZ GREAT AND BRAD PITT IZ HOT AND DON'T FALL ASLEEP FOR ONE WHOLE HOUR LIKE PANG PLZ

Hug a nerd on valentine's day!

2009-02-15T15:26:00.003+08:00

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Besides that, I have decided to do the 25 Random things that's been floating around Facebook for ages. Yesyes jumping on the bandwagon and being narcissistic.

Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.

1. I used to have buckteeth! Well actually now I still can't close my mouth properly so when I'm leaving my mouth hanging open you can sortof still tell that they're there.

2. I started supporting Man U cause of Cristiano Ronaldo in World Cup 2006 (yes despite the diving) but now I think he's a spoilt brat (okay he was all along but uh, LUV IS BLIND) and besides the goals can hardly care less if he left Man U (fine, the goals are a huge part so I guess I will care)

3. My knees go weak at the thought of having to choose one single book out of the hundreds of poetry books to purchase and I spend about ten thousand eight hundred years deliberating on which one and feeling sad that NO MATTER WHAT I CHOOSE I WILL LEAVE THE OTHERS THERE

4. The biggest thing bugging me about the thought of going overseas is the food there (yes, the food)

And the second biggest thing bugging me is the weather (contrary to popular inclinations I prefer the hot weather here to some chilling winter weather elsewhere because there is a lovely invention called the air con which keeps me at comfortable temparatures without running the risk of feeling like I could snap my fingers off like biscuits) (not that I have experienced winter) (I think they call all this the comfort zone)

5. If there was an ideal university life where you can pick all the courses you like without overstraining yourself or worrying about the future or your lack of talent I would pick

literature media theatre design filming psychology

6. I like poetry :D

7. When running 2.4 I hate people overtaking me and me overtaking people and looking at people and basically everything that distracts me from my breathing rhythm in my mind the ideal situation is one in a state of stasis (if the most ideal situation of not running in the first place can't be achieved)

8. I used to spread the toothpaste on my toothbrush until that day when Yoggi and Pang camped over at my house and told me that it was quite redundant. Now I stick the toothbrush straight into my mouth but Pang has taken to spreading his on his toothbrush

9. I like having 2 to 3 hour long phone convos except I feel terribly guilty about it later

10. I am a great admirer of pwetty eyes with pwetty eyelashes and guys with both of that make me really jealuz

11. Practically all I read in secondary two were romance novels and shortly after I never picked up another book of that genre (except when my sis borrows them and I read them aloud to laugh at her)

12. I harbour a hope that after A levels I would bother reading my french texts from secondary one again

13. I hate studying in school because I always get a very sianned feeling and I blame it on the amount of sunlight pouring in from the giant windows RJ has (you can tell I'm not a huge fan of the "natural light" craze nor a very ecologically friendly person; I love rgs and its perpetual darkness especially in the canteen)

14. The almost sole purpose of my MP3 is to lure me to sleep in buses

15. I cannot do anything on buses besides look out at the scenery, talk and fall asleep

16. Did I mention how much I hate TV mobile? Well I hate TV mobile.

17. I wear long pants to sleep every night

18. I had a craze for MCR and Fallout boys music a while back and promptly after I hated all songs that belonged to that genre

19. Truly, despite evidence that suggest I am not and all the reports you hear saying that my mind is in the gutter, I am innately innocent (and yoggi agrees)

20. I think UK pwns USA so there karliang -sticks tongue out-

21. I was very annoyed at the GEP exam at P3 because it made me miss two precious episodes of Pokemon AND Digimon each.

22. Following my trend of loving and then hating, I used to drink chrysanthemun tea all the time. Not to mention lemon tea.

23. I luv downloading fonts they make me very high and I subsequently spam them on my word document right after I download huge batches of them

24. I am a feminist but after reading Phantom of the opera I liked Erik because of his genius (and genius is very attractive, etc)

25. I get headaches after watching TV/movies for some strange reason

ALL THE AQUARIUSES

2009-01-27T01:31:00.006+08:00

What a flurry of days!

First there was pang's birthday of which I reached yoggi's house THE EARLIEST even though I was on time and waited for an hour or two before the birthday boy himself arrived. It looked set to be a disaster because we had a lack of people for even mahjong but soon turned out to be a roaring success due to

1. Undiscovered talent in bowling

2. Undiscovered humility in bowling

3. Undiscovered talent in hacking the bowling system

4. Undiscovered talent in para para

5. Nonexistent talent in para para

With my feet squeezed inside the bowling shoes with yoggi's thick long woolen socks all ready for winterland, I made the amazing improvement of 700% from my p6 bowling score! If that is not an undiscovered talent what is! Someone should award me a medal for greatest improvement! My P6 crush should have seen that amazing feat made 6 years too late! ...okay fine I admit the improved score isn't any great either BUT EVERYTHING IS RELATIVE, YOU KNOW?

Pang made a disclaimer before he started: "I don't think I can even hit a double digit score..." He picked up the ball, strode on to the mouth of the bowling alley and powered his ball towards the ten trembling pins. The gutter yawned invitingly. We trained our eyes on the wobbling ball. The ten pins formed a unpentratable fortress named Fort Canning. The Japanese attacked from the causeway instead. And poof it became coco crunch.

I must have enamated an aura of stealth which spread to my ball, rendering it invisible to the mighty forces of the bowling alley. This ability enabled my ball to look like a lost cat instead of a hungry panther, causing the sympathetic forces to return my ball without registering the attack. As a result I got two strikes when there were none, one of which there was not even a single pin for me to hit and the ball decided to veer off the gutter due to the discouraging sight.

Yoggi showed us his drumming talents when he demonstrated his drumming skills at the para para machine. Pretending that the sensors were drums, he knocked at them with the calmness of a professional drummer, passing all three successive stages. And hence a new star is born.

On the other hand, no such talent was found in the stabbing maniac otherwise called pang. The vengence at which he attacked the sensors was unparalleled. Needless to say the parapara machine was not amused at his violence and failed him for two stages out of the three he tried. Yes, para para machines have fragile feelings as well.

We were joined by Sihui and Hiutung later, following which we had a black spider for our dinner, it being the most intriguing item on the menu.

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Zhihua's birthday had us paying big bucks to borrow a couple of mikes and sing our throats hoarse at the place for highway robbery otherwise termed kbox. Choosing all variety of songs we always hoped to sing (such as the ever-so-memorable My Heart Will Go On~, sang with much emotion by zhihua and me as we ogled at the video of Jack Dawson and Rose, sex scene in the car included) I was all the while crossing my fingers at the possiblity of those scary waiters and bill-collecters asking us to stop singing high-pitched songs (ahem All I Ask Of You and ting1 hai3~) and thankfully no such thing happened. Nor were we provided with wineglasses. No, we did not zao3 xia1 at all. Though being off-key is another matter.

Later we went on to purchase The Time Traveller's Wife for Zhi Hua, lingering very long at borders as only we can being impressed over the titles at the Romance section. Are you looking for witty one-liners which can describe a full 400 pages in just three or four words? Have you spent hours puzzling over your summaries? Fret not, the romance section is here to tutor you in this formidable art!

My camera flash evidently loved the abs too, it beamed at the book with such happiness.

"I loved it tooooo~" --Zimbabwe president, referring to his note of one-hundred-trillion dollars.

Being devoid of entertainment after our long borders trip, we decided to venture to Rita's house to explore her store of gaming devices, namely, all gaming devices that have been invented since three years ago. PS2, PS3, Xbox, Wii, PSP, DDR, you name it, she has it. Deciding to see if there are any other undiscovered talents I possess I decided to try my hand at Guitar Hero. Let's just say that I never knew playing the guitar was such an exhausting art. Also, my undiscovered talent reared its head after three tries. Although of course this talent has not been tried at songs beyond the first section of EASY before I decided that the discovery of this talent ends then.

Then I attacked the Dance Dance Revolution mat with as much eagerness and faith in more undiscovered talents. Needless to say there was a natural flair and aptitude after the first three tries and I started passing the stages at BEGINNER. This flair has not emerged for the LIGHT stage yet, but I'm sure that with more training (einstein says, success is 99% hard work and 1% genius so with the discovery of that 1% I can now proceed for the other 99%) I would soon grow to be as elite as austin. Except Rita says he looks like a convoluted chicken when he does DDR.

Zhi Hua had no such faith in her undiscovered talents and thus took a longer time before they dared to show their shy faces. However she protested about her aching muscles (though her last PE session was on tuesday) and did not try too hard at DDR. This meant that she could not be a convoluted chicken like austin.

Manual of life-saving tips: 1. It is always good to be the one holding the camera. MY CAMERA IS MIGHTIER THAN YOUR PEN.

And today it is thomas's birthday! There must be an opportunity of some sort for him to look like a convoluted chicken or a violent maniac. We need to unveil this opportunity someday!

My mum:

2009-01-18T00:47:00.003+08:00

"During chinese new year I will wear RED for your dad the male bull to chase."

My bimbo post :D

2009-01-16T18:45:00.003+08:00

Okay, I missed my 2008 sum-up post AND my 2009 ooh-i-have-millions-of-resolutions (okay, I don't) post but ohwell, I'm here now!

Anyway I've decided that I mustmustmust be nicer. 2008 was my asshole year HAHA okay not asshole but not very nice year either but TIS OKAY I WILL CHANGE. I will be so nice I will be sweeter than sugar and spicier than penang laksa and yummier than every penang dessert there is. SO THERE. Also I have decided to be stupider and not think so much becuz when you think you emoz and when you emoz tis bad. THEREFORE SUNSHINE AND HAPPY THOUGHTS. Must find a way to merge happy thoughts with my poetry so I don't get stuck in a rut. Squee~

OHNOES THREE BIRTHDAYS ARE COMING AND I HAVEN'T GOTTEN PRESENTS TRUST ME TO HANG OUT WITH OLD JANUARY BABIES I AM STILL YOUNG THANKYOU (no you do not make any snide comments about how young I look)

Openhouse was a frenzy of film soc booth and harmoc performances and self-high for an hour or so before descending into absolute sianness. Man I must find a way to prolong my highs, I THINK THIS IS LIKE SECKS, YOU KNOW? Like you have a climax then you get tired already but if you prolong it you get more more climaxes :D okay bad analogy. I hope people cancelled ALL my sign-ups on their sign up sheets which had names such as Veronica Titania Clarissa and Xin Hui because I crapped up ALL the numbers and the emails. I know I know they look so convincingly real I astound myself. PLZ DO NOT CALL RANDOM STRANGERS ASKING THEM TO GO DOWN TO YOUR CCA FIRST SESSION K.

Today I emoed becuz I puked my lunch out after drinking apple juice I knew fruits were bad for me and then I thought that MAYBE I WAS GOING TO DIE AT THIS AGE. And that will make it the, what, third Rafflesian who have died in these three years? And it'll be such a blemish on raffles (yes omg I was thinking about raffles!!) and then maybe I'll go set up a fund and everyone will pretend to be sad on the day I died and then later forget all about me. Ohnoz. But that was the emo thought which my mum happily dispelled, I lub my mum wheee~ anyways sorry pang and yoggi for being reticent!

I KNOW I'M SO TOTALLY BLOGGING IN A BIMBO STYLE HAHA WHAT HAPPENED TO STANDARD

Okay maybe I'm thinking of transferring to LJ fully and completely, I mean whoever visits blogger now?? But too bad LJ has one URL for one account, I don't want to re-add all my friends on my melodily account just to have a high account which would be pretty stupid right. And of course I don't want to mix my emoz with my bimboz so no wai I'm not writing this in Melodily. So at the moment this remains here until I decide what to do.

Lemme gib you a bimbo question:

WHAT'S TALL AND HOT WITH GORGEOUS EYES?

Uh, the answer is never going to be revealed but if you know me you should know teh answer HAHA otherwise obviously you haven't been hanging around me long enough -hinthint-

I must start appreciating the leetle things of today so here's a list!

1. Bus ride with lim yi sheng in the morning (even though it meant I didn't get to sleep), had an enlightening convo of econs out of all subjects HAHA trust lim yi sheng to take H3 econs. Lim yi sheng's ego rocks lah it rocks so much that girls will actually ask for his phone number simply by the POWARZ of his ego. And I think if he ever reads this his ego will expand more. OHNOZ WHERE IS THE SPACE ON THIS PLANET.

2. Getting high with zhihua and rita in the morning, NOOOO WHY IS DAVID TENNANT LEAVING! I swear the new guy looks like a vampire. Maybe that's why he looks like the role of a doctor. No more david tennant and converse shoes ): and zhihua misses my shepherd's pie HAHA I knew my cooking skills are l33t now I must make them l33ter!

3. Sitting with Pang and having yet another discussion about econs OMG I'M SUCH A NERD HAHA I LIKE NERDY CONVOS! Except we never got to a conclusion about speculations and foreign reserves because the next lesson started.

4. Watching THE HUMAN ZOO because it was hilarious. "The urban human sees the surrouding humans as trees" and then they dumped some human in the middle of some street lying down and nobody bothered to see what was up with him aww! Which means if you get a heart attack in the middle of the street you'll die an unknown death.

5. Seeing thomas randomly as I walked to my homeroom to get my hoodie to protect me from teh freezing LT2! WHEE FOR COINCIDENCES

6. Having fabulouz friends like pang and yoggi who are willing to walk back to school with me to get my peenk file OMG HOW COULD I HAVE FORGOTTEN IT! But yeah typical me, as pang says I come in a package :D THANKYOU GUYS I'M SORRY I DIDN'T THANK YOU JUST NOW

7. Having a nice nap on the bus ride home while Pang and Si Hui gossiped TSK pang you just revealed the whole world's secrets and sugared them with strawberry!

8. Eating noodles cooked by my mum and talking to her which made me enlightened, I swear nobody's smarter than my mum-- she makes crazy innovation designs all over the house, using what used to hang shower curtains as hooks, using the ice cream container to contain our filter etc etc I'm always astounded at the ingenuity of her mind! I think I got my artistic inclination from her HAHA try as my parents do to convince me they're scientific and pragmatic :D my father too, he goes for photography workshops and has a DSLR which he forbids me to touch! But I'm glad he's indulging in something artistic for once in his life WHEE

9. Oh yeah random incident during physics lecture: the physics lecturer has a short tongue and he said FILAMENTBRA instead of FILAMENT BULB and ruiyong being ruiyong went super loudly, HUH! in that ruiyong voice (you know which one it is) and that was still okay with the lecturer, except that two guys at the back were laughing damn hard and one of them shouted across, "HE SAID FILAMENTBRA!" and obviously they got called up to the front to sit. LOL.

10. Yoggi and pang telling me about karliang and alarick (spelling?) singing MY HEART WILL GO ON~ on the second level in the middle of the night during their NPCC camp where they were supposed to sleep by themselves ("Never put karliang and alarick on the same floor" --golden words of advice)

11. Leonard going, "WHERE'S MY PANG?" and walking off and Gia following, "WHERE'S MY LEONARD?" omg I love my class.

12. THE BIG QUESTION: DO YOU THINK GIA WANKS

13. ...or is an amoeba and reproduces by binary fission where every bit of dandruff becomes another gia 0.o

14. SITTING IN THE SECOND ROW BECAUSE I ENJOY PARTICIPATING IN LESSONS

15. Karliang trying to say that he'll be a great movie star in future because "all movie stars hated their high school life" because they were all outcasts and he was one too, and then I went "WHAT ABOUT PEOPLE LIKE C__H___?" and he tried (and failed) to convince us the difference between himself and her HAHAHA I guess if all movie stars were outcasts once said person's going to be a movie star toooooo

I HAD A WEIRD DREAM ABOUT SOMEONE I LIKED ONCE oh yeah I had a weird dream yesterday during my afternoon nap too, I dreamt I clawed at pang with my fingers (tsk pang, must be all the repressed rage you incur HAHA)

OKAY HAPPY DAYS AHEAD, AHOY! MUGGING SESSIONS! BENJAMIN BUTTONS! (RITA AND ZHIHUA GO WATCH THAT WITH ME K) FILM EDITING! FILMING! I LOVE MY CLASS!

Femme fatales and lots of luv

2008-12-23T16:13:00.007+08:00

Was looking through photos I had and decided to post a few random ones!

aww look at zhihua! DOESN'T SHE MAKE YOUR HEART MELT

I know I've shown you this photo before, but let's look at them again. Firstly to demonstrate yinfei camera's total glamour factor where it has to flash not only once but twice. Or was it thrice? Secondly to show that even though we did it three times we failed to do it successfully, the last one because Zhi Min refused to do it at all. Thirdly to show you Yinfei's pure femme fatale look. Notice she's the only one who managed to do it all three times.

I CAN JUST IMAGINE AN ICON WITH HER EXPRESSION AND THE WORDS, "FEMME FATALE". Come to think of it here it is.

Heck, let's make one more since her expression's so classic:

If any of the numerous admirers yinfei has wants to kope any of this, feel free to. Do drop a message on my tagboard though, we all would love to hear from you about your heartfelt expressions of how much you agree with my icons.

And now witness my courting of Zhi Hua:

Zhi Hua looks absolutely delighted with her rose. And my proposal. Look at that expression of BLISS.

Divine horoscopes

2008-12-14T00:43:00.002+08:00

Being inspired by the spam tags on my board, I have decided that on top of the many Undiscovered Talents I possess making horrorscopes is one of them! Therefore I have decided to try my hand and see whether I can make a success out of this field. (TELL ME IF ANY OF THIS COMES TRUE FOR YOU)

Disclaimer: the author is in no way responsible for the truth or untruth of these predictions of fate.

Only god truly knows your fate, etc and etc.

Horoscopes (14/12 - 20/12)

Aries: The winds have been calling, and the waves of your life are about to undergo a major turmoil. Be prepared to make a decision that might change the course of your life. (perhaps the colour of your toothbrush?)

Taurus: Been drinking much coffee lately? If you look out of the window while making those cups you might just spot someone that will play a significant role in your life, be it your TRUE LOVE or your NEMESIS. Or perhaps just the steam of the coffee fogging up your windows.

Gemini: You have been reclusive enough for the past few days; it is time to go out and party! Grab that set of clothes you've been eyeing in the shopping mall and reveal that side of you nobody has witnessed (that passive-aggressive side. Whatever that's supposed to mean.)

Cancer: Sweet, sugar, candy cane. Too much sweetness is giving you a toothache. Maybe it's time to drop a visit to your friendly dentist. While you're there, remember to share some of that overwhelming sweetness with him or her. It could be a chance for romance! Or at least you can boost the credentials of causing tooth decay to a dentist.

Leo: LOTS OF WEALTH AND HAPPINESS

Virgo: Your virginity might be at stake here. Zhi Hua's PW project reminds you that if you cannot abstain, at least use condoms.

Libra: The seas have been rocking you violently, causing you to moodswing from one end of the world to the next (which is to say, not at all, since there are no ends of the world. IS THAT NOT A PHILOSOPHY OF LIFE, WE STAY AT THE SAME PLACE). The moodswinging is making you and everyone around you seasick. It would be best if you prepared some seasickness medicine and go to sleep for a while.

Scorpio: Nature can't help but make its signs felt throughout your soul. These few days you could be feeling somewhat pensieve, reflecting on every leaf you come along as a sign of the general decay of the world. By the time you get home, it might be time for breakfast again, after your last meal of breakfast. Therefore it would do you well to prepare lunch and dinner for your walks back home. (it would be certainly idyllic to eat and reflect on leaves at the same time)

Sagittarius: Your caustic nature is only causing despair to the people around you. Rest assured, you are only a burden to everyone around you. To lighten everyone's shoulders, consider a less selfish approach to life. Perhaps less apathy would do your frozen brain good.

Capricorn: Whatever emotional turmoil you have been facing, the upcoming christmas will ensure that you will face more. Arm yourself with tissue.

Aquarius: The sunny-dipped streets are quietly waiting for you to appreciate them! A little bounce along the pavement will do you much good in lifting your spirits. More little bounces might cause other pedestrains to give you curious stares and think, "THIS REMINDS ME OF SOMEONE I KNOW!"

Pisces: Stop pissing everyone off. We know you have pinces. Good deeds go a long way (like those discarded items you ship to Africa; they certainly travel far)

Absolutely Lyrical Meme

2008-12-08T18:37:00.004+08:00

Omg this sounds so fun I'm going to try it! Koped from Greg Ng, who koped from Eleanor, who koped from someone else, etc and etc.

Put your MP3 player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first is the title.

Now who did you ever want to be

Of all the things I believed in--

(tomorrow, I'm going to leave a bird on your grave)

it feels like summer's on its way.

Hangman, hangman, hold it a little while!

(feathered failures on my knees,

I never thought hyenas were essential.)

Oceans apart, day after day.

"Good news! she's dead!

Short people got no reason to live."

(Patience, took you for everything.)

We don't want to sleep tonight,

I couldn't tell you why she felt that way.

We take sour sips from life's lush lips--

well, they encourage your complete cooperation.

(say it's true, there's nothing like me and you,

don't stop, never give up.)

We met at a place where people go to get laid.

You've been gone one day too long,

where you are seems to be as far as an eternity.

Hey taxi, send me straight to the heart of it.

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(uh, tell me that somewhere there in your warped mind this made sense HAHA)

if ee cummings were still alive i would fall for him

2008-12-01T10:56:00.008+08:00

Having such a pwetty and happy blog template inspires me to blog!

(a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.
b. Using only the first page, pick an image.
c. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images here)

1. What is your first name?
2. What is your favorite food?
3. What high school did you go to?
4. What is your favorite color?
5. Who is your celebrity crush?
6. Favorite drink?
7. Dream vacation?
8. Favorite dessert?
9. What you want to be when you grow up?
10. What do you love most in life?
11. One word to describe you.
12. Your flickr name.

(you obviously know which one it is in number five. i swear that was the best picture of him there and not due to any uh, perverse desires.)

GODLIKE VEGETARIAN VAMPIRES

2008-11-23T13:18:00.005+08:00

Internship has been a blast! I came on the first day, dressed up so prim and properly (well actually not that prim and properly since I had my jeans) and all ready to do filing, bringing coffee and the like, when my concept of internships hit a new high-- there is nothing to do!

This is why they say that WHEN YOU THINK YOU KNOW LIFE, LIFE GIVES YOU A SURPRISE. Like that time I was enjoying my peace and quiet outside watermelon steps and thinking how nice life is with such peaceful moments when lo and behold, you know what happened. (well if you don't you can ask me)

ANYWAY. One huge economics concept I've learnt at this certain internship:

Law Of Diminishing Marginal Returns: in the short run, when capital is limited, there comes a point where more manpower leads to inefficiency.

Therefore, I must admit that these five days have been five very happy days for us. We spent these five days doing four things:

1. Playing Bridge

2. Playing Daidi

3. Decorating the bulletin board with album covers

4. Going for lunch and frequenting all the fastfood restaurants at paya lebar MRT

Mon dieu, I never knew the working life was such a blast.

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Malaysia was same old, same old. I firmly refused to use toilets that do not consist of toilet paper except when desperate, and the most maddening toilets are those which charge money for your entry (man, your bodily functions require money to be performed now) and do not have toilets that are worthy of the money. I mean, there were those fabulous toilets which had such a marvellous layout AND TOILET PAPER (I emphasize on the need for toilet paper) and they were free of charge. And then there were those dirty, stinky toilets WITHOUT TOILET PAPER which required 20 or 30 sen. Where is the justice in this world?

The most hilarious toilet I must award to the one in Langkawi. It required 30sen for entry, and we had tickets after paying. Like it was a mini movie we were watching. Maybe it was an installation art where you squat at the toilet hole and fume at the lack of toilet paper (hey, all installation art aims for is 1. a reaction, and 2. a lingering impression and I must say, this toilet fulfilled both. Therefore it is an installation art and I hereby name it The Lair of the Mattress and auction it for 50 million US dollars.)

Toilets aside, I'm glad to say that the shopping centres we frequented this time exhibited less smoke and therefore I am happy.

Talking about smoke, the kboxing session yesterday consisted quite some amount of it. Some idiot decided to smoke in a room near us and I must say, it is hard to sing when trying to hold your breath. Or when you have yoggi's jacket in front of your nose so as to take a breath that is not choking with smoke.

I swear smoke shrinks my brainsize. The headache I got totally felt like my brain was pulling away from my skull. Or maybe that wasn't due to the smoke, maybe that was due to pang and yoggi's falsetto abilities during HUO4 YUAN2 JIA3 which caused such resonance with my brain it vibrated violently for a few hours.

Did I mention how Hiutung and I ursurped all the guys' wealth through poker :D well not that there was actual money, we actually used another deck of cards as our chips. Pang insisted that I was bluffing all the way and thus lost all his chips to me. Yoggi underwent a 180degree change from ALL-IN all the time at y8 poker to FOLD FOLD FOLD but that didn't help him much from bankrupting in the end. Leonard gambled his stocks and reaped it handsomely for one round when he got FOUR-OF-A-KIND (omg gasp I have never gotten four of a kind!!!!!) but lost it anyway. Thus proving all three guys are lousy poker players and that I should never listen to yoggi's advice during Y8 poker (look where that got me). Hiutung just learnt the game and accumulated the most wealth at the end!

Anyway, Zhihua and I are going to WATCH TWILIGHT and are prepared to swoon and faint over OMG, THE EPITOME OF PERFECTION?! edward cullen. If we don't burst out laughing first. But there's CEDRIC DIGGORY!!!! HEART HEART HEART so I guess it makes up for everything!

Death Is Not Death But A Sandwich

2008-11-07T23:32:00.004+08:00

That is the name of the installation art that Zhi Hua and I are going to sell for fifty million. It consists of a corpse in formaldehyde staring at his carved out heart. Or stomach. Whichever you prefer. Available on request.

Also, another piece of installation art that Ernest and I are selling is a piece of cordoned off land named Pigs And Butterflies. Representing one of the favourite Great Truths in the Biennale, THE EVENTUAL DEGRATION OF EVERYTHING INTO NATURE.

Oh yeah, not forgetting the installation art that Wei Ling and I are selling-- "87 Years Of Aircon", depicting a dead cat lying by the roadside with a few flies flying above it. Don't you see all that symbolism emitting with its bad smell too!

So if any of you are interested in any of the pieces of installation art that we are currently offering, do feel free to inform any of us. We are open to bargaining, all in the name of the Great Truths in life.

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My first seoul garden outing occured on Wednesday! Which was after our dear OP where lots of people (ahem) were trying hard to not to make any sound while their shoulders were shaking violently at our emo video. WHAT IS SO FUNNY, MAY I ASK!

When I entered seoul I was wondering about that Black Thing in the middle of the table surrounding our soup. I was even more puzzled by the raw food available and was wondering what we were supposed to do with it. I mean, it can't be like jap food where you eat it raw after all. That was why I was so happy when we got to dump our meat on that Black Thing and watch it cook my deeeelicious meat!

Sudana kept trying to scam random guys that I ate more than them when actually I just ate very slowly. It was quite funny while it lasted though, until Shah found out HAHA. Not that Sudana wasn't trying his best to dump more meat into my plate.

Pang offered to bring Leonard his dessert but Leonard saw that trick coming from a million miles away. Smart Leonard. No, not that trick with soya sauce on your icecream or your icekacang. That one with the option of scooping lots of Nata de coco into your dessert. Yes, that one.

Cheryl showed us her superb cooking skills beyond basic level one of dumping food onto the sizzling plate by cooking beansprouts and other veggies with soy sauce and the like. Those were the only veggies I ate throughout the meal though, as a testament to my carnivorous innate nature (I blame it on my Leo horoscope).

Shah cracked an egg for the first time. You should have seen that mighty water polo player being intimidated by an egg. Oh yeah, he ate the shell-thingum for the first time too. Unlike Sudana who refused to touch it.

Yubo and Leonard engaged in a meat-eating duel. Not sure who won. I think it was Yubo. Who claimed he was not even 90% full when we left the place.

Overall it was a very interesting experience, especially looking at those shell-thingums open after they're done cooking on the sizzling plate-- you never knew they released so much liquid! Not sure what liquid it is though. Uh. Body fluids? Fats? Best not to wonder.

I have recently found a new entertainment: THE KINGDOM OF LOATHING! I now have a 14-pound mosquito called Lysi. Gan informs me it is short for Lysistrata when I told him about it. For your info, Lysistrata stopped a war by asking all the women to withhold sex from their husbands. HOW COOL IS THAT.

Oh yeah, and I have a blood-faced volleyball too! You know, that one from the movie? Called Wilson? Which led the guy to cry out WILSOOOOOOON so heartbreakingly when it floated away from him into the ocean? Sounds familar? Except mine is called Uiop. Because I decided that it was a male and that I couldn't call it Qwerty.

Going to Malaysia tomorrow; won't be seeing you guys till 15th!

I have perfectly valid reasons

2008-10-31T22:40:00.002+08:00

Today I have decided that my blog requires some attention. WHAT A MONUMENTAL DAY.

Also, I realized I have less than 50 entries this year. And that this is the second entry this month. Provided I manage to publish this before midnight. If I even publish it in the first place, that is.

I shall attempt to make up excuses as to why this blog has suffered so greatly:

1. I swear I have a virus in here. I'm scared of opening Internet Explorer now and Chrome doesn't like my click-and-a-new-box-appears thingums. Not that it matters if I just want to read my entries, but you know, I like the tagboard too. Therefore no tagboard = no coming to blog = huh? I have a blog here?

2. Um. The dog ate my blog up?

3. Well to trace the reasons for this negligence you have to understand my personal history. This goes back to 200000 BC, where a butterfly decided to flap its wings. This caused a hurricane in Africa, and because it was such a huge breath of life, a fish decided to mate with a turtle and produced a monkey. That was the first human you ever knew. The monkey had lots of lice which it wanted to get rid of. He heard of this frog which had a sticky tongue and thus they decided to help each other out. You know what happens next. They weren't exactly opposite in sex, but they fell in love. aww.

So what happens is, they had a gorilla whose name was kingkong. Because kingkong was so huge, it felt lonely. It thus decided to construct the empire state building out of its building blocks. And because a huge place cannot be without anything, it took vines and constructed some hair. Later lightning struck the hair and produced fire. Oh yeah, and a human too!

Later it got some pampers and what, where was I?

4. A crayfish!

5. A watermelon?

6. Okay. The curtains. I'm positive it's the curtains. They speak to me in the night. Telling me their dreams. I was so haunted I couldn't bring myself to go to blogger. Tonight they will tell me more, they will never let me goooo

7. therearevoicesoutthereee

8. My clogged pores

9. Santa Claus

10. OMG CHRISTMAS

AND SO YOU HAVE IT, TEN GOOD REASONS! Therefore it cannot be said that I am at fault. Because as you can see, truly, I am not.

Moving on.

Okay I've decided it strains my poor mind too much to think of something to write here. Plus, I have a deadline of midnight. Midnight!! Not that I think it registers the time I publish. Still.

TADA

How to win a soccer match on PS2

2008-10-07T23:11:00.002+08:00

1. Play with Zhi Hua

This is not to say that she has lousy soccer skills. On the contrary, she scored two goals! Which is an amazing feat seeing how rare goals are among the three of us. Except for one crucial thing: it was the wrong goalpost.

(you can bet that Rita was delighted with not doing anything with her players except kick zhihua's players and get more red cards)

Zhihua's second goal was the goal of the century. It involved her goalkeeper successfully catching the ball (which is a right step), running out as far as he can (which can be the right step) and turning around to kick it into his own goal (which is a very wrong step). During her first own goal my game zoomed into her goalkeeper to show us his WTF expression as the ball was expertly kicked by his own teammate to bounce precisely on the top of the goalpost and rebound into the goal. During her second own goal they were too afraid to show his expression. Which probably looked like a schizophrenic:

The proper goalkeeper with goalkeeping instincts: I know I'm not supposed to be facing my own goal. Why am I facing my own goal? This makes no sense at all! Oh my god I'm seeing myself place the ball on the grould and kick it towards that direction while all my instincts are screaming NOOOOOOO

The goalkeeper controlled by an external force (aka zhihua): Shut up.

This is a classic example of free will versus determinism. How we are puppets of the mysterious supernatural force above (or outside the tv screen of the world holding a PS2 controller) and how despite knowing that we aren't supposed to be doing this and that we go on and do them anyway. It's all the external force's fault.

Other than that we haven't been up to anything much. Except drawing bodies which are supposed to be in the shape of martini glasses and trying to copy their abs onto our paper. And playing lots of escape-the-bloody-room games and eyezmaze games. I recommand you waste your time there too :D

-provides link-

-provides another link-

Oh yeah, and finishing up season four of DOCTOR WHOOOO which didn't have a satisfactory ending. MY ROSEEEEEEEE NOW SHE IS NEVER GOING TO APPEAR AGAIN!!! I MISS ROSE TYLER! SHE SHOULD BE WITH THE DOCTOR!!! NOT IN A PARALLEL UNIVERSE! -goes back to season two-

2008-09-21T02:48:00.002+08:00

HI

I'M SUPPOSED TO BE SLEEPING NOW

WELL ACTUALLY I DID INTEND TO SLEEP AT ELEVEN

OKAY TWELVE AFTER I ENDED UP WATCHING ENTRAPMENT ON CHANNEL FIVE WITH KATIE HOLMES TRYING TO SEDUCE SOME OLD GUY

AND THEN I LAID IN BED FOR AN HOUR WELL NOT EXACTLY I WENT IN AND OUT OF MY ROOM PESTERING MY SIS AND SEEING IF SHE WAS UP TO NO GOOD

THEN I DECIDED I WAS HUNGRY AND WENT FOR MILO

WENT TO TRY TO DO ECONS BUT ENDED UP DOING LIT

AND NOW I'M STILL AWAKE.

OHNOES.

ANYWAY I THINK THE ENFAGROW ADVERTISEMENT

YOU KNOW, THE ONE WITH THE KIDS ALL DRESSED UP IN ADULT CLOTHES AND THE GUY ON STAGE DECLARING HOW GOOD DHA IS

IS A MORBID PORTRAYAL OF REALITY

LIKE HOW WE WANT KIDS TO GROW UP IMMEDIATELY AND GET ALL THOSE BRAINY CELLS AND DO WELL IN ALL THE ACADEMICS STUFF

WHERE HAVE ALL OUR KIDDIE FREEDOMS GONE

THE ATROCITY

I AM HORRIFIED

My dearest Singapore goverment,

2008-09-17T23:14:00.003+08:00

I am writing here to suggest a wonderful and brilliant policy which you need not pay me for! I know I might not have been very nice to you for the past seventeen years I have been living in this world, but I assure you that you have my fullest support when it comes to smoking policies. Therefore I am now here to suggest another one!

Every night I face negative externalities from my inconsiderate smoking neighbours around me. One smokes upstairs/downstairs my balcony and another smokes upstairs/downstairs my room, which happen to be opposite the balcony. Normally they are considerate enough not to synchronize their timings to smoke, but what this means is that when the one near my room smokes I have to rush out of my room in absolute and godly fear of getting lung cancer and when the other one smokes I have to rush into my room and slam the door. And also if they smoke at the same time I lie on my bed and pray fervently to the gods above to let me hold my breath longer without suffocating.

Therefore, this has inspired me to come up with a new policy in support of your already existent and praise-worthy regulations!

Following the smoking and non-smoking areas already implemented in the coffeeshops and bars around us (and which I highly commend, except that I would do without the smoking areas entirely if I can and catapult the smokers all to uh, Somalia or something), I would suggest a further step to these very admirable policies: the implementation of smoking and non-smoking flats!

Being a wise person, I understand that you cannot completely ban smoking altogether even though it consists of lots of negative externalities and causes cancer in many innocent people. Therefore, to minimize the negative externality, it would be entirely logical to do what you have done to the Jurong Island companies: by dumping them all onto an island far far away from the mainland!

Now, the first step would be to evacuate all smokers from the non-smoking buildings, ie the existing HDB blocks. Next, we pick a spot that is ulu enough to accomodate these inconsiderate indirect murderers. I would suggest Pulau Ubin, so that no other poor school kids have to stay there for camps that supposedly increase your ability to survive in the wild. However, that would be very mean to the villagers who have been there since forever pursuing some very long ago memories so perhaps we should locate it at Pedra Blanca. Or Choa Chu Kang, that seems ulu enough. This place should also be near a fire station, for obvious reasons. Though not so near because our dear firemen are innocent too and we need them not to die from lung cancer.

Anyway. After deciding on the place we build the flats and force all the smokers to go there while retaining their former flats for their poor family members who have been suffering all these silent years. Pretty soon we'll see the smoke rising up from the flat everyday like Indonesian forest fires.

It will be a win-win solution for both the non smokers and the smokers as we will not need to suffer negative externalities, while smokers can gain more value from their money by inhaling others' smoke and recycling their own! As well as die earlier so that the earth does not have to suffer so much from their selfishness. Therefore, it is in the country's best interests that I recommend this policy to be implemented.

Yours sincerely,

an innocent bystander who loves her health, thank you very much

This is a tombstone

2008-08-30T01:32:00.003+08:00

I think I should do my blog a favour and plant a gravestone over its corpse.

"R.I.P
here lies a blog which will grab you by the neck and use it to make chilli"

Okay I will scatter some flowers over it. For them to grow and add as spice for the chilli.

During econs lecture
-lecturer lectures something about vaccinations-
Gia (who occupies one whole middle row of LT2 seats at the front): -gibberish-...long term effects...-more greek-
Lecturer (looking at the general audience at the back): Yes long term effects... -squints- By the way, where are you?

During breaktime
Leonard tells me about my timidity because of my shrieks everytime Gia is near me.
Shortly after, Gia decides he admires Leonard's overwhelming courage and expresses his affection by trying to squeeze into their canteen row of seats when the butt space left on the bench is approximately five cm.
A trend of worldwide migration towards the east is observed.
Unfortunately, worldwise migration has ensured that the country at the extreme west is deserted and thus Gia decides that sitting opposite Leonard is as good as sitting beside, making the decision to build his residence on our row of seats.
More worldwide migration is observed. Also, garbage wastage of food increased threefold globally. So much for poverty concerns of not enough food.

A summary of lessons:

Econs lectures are there for you to locate a seat on the extreme left for pursues of adventures in an alternate universe (they call it a better substitute for the afterlife. or even during life.) It helps that LT 2 tables do not collapse at the slightest nudge; it gives our ventures sturdier support.

Physics lectures are actually a disguise for hypnosis. You know those experiments they have dangling objects before your eyes so you will reveal your Deepest Darkest Secrets? They do the same in physics lectures. Except that people don't realize that because they call it a pendulum.

The probability of sleep in math is (50x60)! for every second which passes. They call this disintegration.

I got possessed during lit. You don't want to know what I wrote: "The sibilance emphasises on the hopelessness in the poem as it sounds like the air escaping from the corpse." Throughout the lit lecture on that poetry comparison test Rita kept making sss noises at me. I bet her a teh-peng that I would do worse than her. My tehpeng's going to come soon muhaha.

Why is tomorrow a special day, why!

2008-08-06T20:53:00.004+08:00

TOMORROW

is a special day! Because...

-drumrolls-

-more drumrolls-

uh, PW draft one due tomorrow? Very special day because it is the date your tombstone will have k. Therefore must commemorate! After all, why only commemorate death anniversaries after you're dead, makes no sense right!

On top of that, there are the National day celebrations! Of which our school has kindly and perhaps not very wisely spent not 1, not 2, not 10, but 23k on! That's three zeros at the back, sing dollars not mannamewall! PERHAPS this money could have been spent on other more worthwhile facilities. or PERHAPS it could have gone to financial assistance. Perhaps only. I mean, maybe spending 20k on a stage isn't very wise!

Also, tis the final day of IHCs! THE LAST STRETCH TO SPRINT. GLORY ON US ALL. GLORIA OMNIBUS LUCET. Oh yeah, has anyone seen the two bright lion banners in the middle of the canteen? With certain words of "THE SPIRIT OF CHAMPIONS"? Hmm such mysterious banners.

I wonder why else is tomorrow special. I mean, with so many reasons on the list already, there can't be anything more! CAN THERE.

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We have started on a list of 5C quotes, and the honour of taking it up goes to Karliang and Audrey.

During physics lesson...
Karliang: "How do you say simple harmonic motion in english?"
-pause-
Leonard: "jian3 dan1 he2 xie2 dong4 zuo4"

During GP...
Karliang: "How old is your son mrs chan?"
Mrs Chan: "Too old for you."

During Lit...
Audrey: "How do you know if you love the person if you don't have sex with him?"
-stunned-
Ms Lye: "Is that a serious question, or do I have to send you for counselling?"

Another lit lesson...
Karliang -trying iambic pentameter- "to BE or NOT to BE that IS the QUES--"
-a series of "SHUDDAP LAH KARLIANG" and "THAT IS SO RETARDED"-

And even though this is not a 5C quote:
-while reading a part of othello out-
"o, HARDNESS to dissemble!"

Okay this is quite funny

2008-07-26T15:49:00.004+08:00

The part I laugh the most is at the soundtrack, very appropriately timed HAHA. But nevertheless this is awesomely sweet as well. Except for the cheesy lines at the back.

Guess who this is

2008-07-25T01:48:00.003+08:00

I think he looks like Edmond Dante:

Tips:
1. He's very familiar
2. Definitely not something you haven't read before
3. Has associations with a triangle
4. Says "WOOHOO" to sex
5. At the same time is one confused man who studies religion for six hours everyday and whines about it in his poetry (NOO, EVERY MAN'S A SINNER, YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING TO SAVE YOURSELF BECAUSE YOU SUCKZ)

I think I should stop approaching his poetry with a "MY BRAIN CANNOT COMPREHEND THE LANGUAGE, I THINK I SHOULD LET THE TEACHERS KNOW THAT I DO UNDERSTAND HIM DESPITE THE FACT THAT I DON'T REALLY" way and instead treat it more normally. Yah. Like maybe rewrite his poetry with proper spelling so my primary brain function doesn't shut down so quickly. It's very sensitive to spelling you see.

"The smart get smarter and the stupid get stupider" --yoggi

2008-07-21T23:36:00.007+08:00

In a rare one-in-a-lightyears chance I finally decided to open the blogger homepage and talk to this poor neglected blog! ("please mdm, can I have some more?") Because I'm such a benevolent porridge giver I give my blog porridge about as often as the goldfish swims into the sea.

So. While all the physicks classes got some track record of As I'm unfortunately one of teh octopuses swimming around in the murk of my ink. The best I got was for lit and as usual with all my ironic results, I only started studying lit the day before. Compare that to the other three. Hmm.

Math comparison of results was quite err-muzing in a self-derogatory way. This is how our lecture group results fared (see these as bar diagrams):

All the other physicks/bio sciencey lecture groups average:
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Our lecture group's average:
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Need I say more?

But we shan't talk about grades anymore, THEY IZ A THING OF TEH PAST. WE LOOKZ TO TEH FUTURE.

Yours truly has decided to tread on the path of loserishness/muggerishness and take grades as her life goal of excellence. Tomorrow she will shave her head in support of the cancer cause and solemnly pledge to spend her life in a temple studying, until exams arrive whereby she steps out to display her straight As and dean's-list achievements. YAY WHAT A WONDERFUL LIFE :D

Essential essay questions:
1. To what extent does physics keel students' creativity and minds?
2. Discuss the amount of make up Rafflesian Spirit dumps on her face.
3. Evaluate your emotions of going into a maniac rage and shooting Rafflesian Spirit everytime she talks.
4. In your opinion, how much should physicks tutorials be shrunk and the extra time given over to lit?
5. In light of all these questions, discuss why your physicks isn't progressing.

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Because Pang brought up the topic of horoscopes leading me to remember my long-ago observation that my close friends tend to be aquariuses, I have decided to check out this weird affinity between my particular sign and theirs.

According to daily horoscopes, these pesky aquariuses often get in the way of whatever we leos do (okay it's phrased slightly differently) and apparently both of these signs are rather stubborn. Ie we will barge our heads together following which my lion will slurp their waves up. -bares teeth-

Too lazy to bother with narrating the whole thing out, you go check it out yourself because it provides lots of juicy stuffs.

Space has suddenly gained friction.

2008-07-12T02:04:00.003+08:00

An asteroid came and bombed the world. Then As fell from the sky and I captured all of them, leaving none for the rest. I ended up being the only name on the Dean's list.

-bows-

That happened in a parallel universe. I'm hoping that it happens here too. After all, you never know.

Physics was expected, math was disappointing (it's math!!! i'm supposed to be able to do math!!! blame myself for not being able to sleep that night), GP was disappointing too (ask me for my GP essay. I'm serious. the teacher helped me write an essay about my essay. I didn't fail, in case you were wondering), econs was resigned, haven't gotten lit back so MY ASTEROID HOPES ARE ON LIT.

Well at least I passed all my subjects up till now? -hopefuls-

To stoopid people who suan others: Go awais. Nobody wants to hear about how low an A or B you got, or how high an A your classmates/friends/the entire world got. Go cry in your corner and jump off the building. You are a failure. You didn't get full marks!!! You are destined to become a street beggar! There is no point in living anymore! Therefore slash your arm lengthwise and not breadthwise!

Meanwhile I hope for my asteroid.

As they say in chinese,

2008-07-05T11:23:00.005+08:00

I have decided to silver water silk source, and thank all my math teachers, all the way up from secondary-- jason ng with his lame actions and jokes (omg I still remember him flapping his arms demonstrating a bird), jteo with his blurness, funniness and pmsyness, mr teo with his humour and good naturedness and the other two math lecturers as well, mr tay and the female teacher whose name I don't know.

I mean, it only takes a comparison to the science teachers to make you realize how awesome your math teachers have been! (or at least, my math teachers) Except for francis chong, I can say that I haven't been listening to physics lectures (fine i admit gabriel tan's lecture was okay too) and that physics lecturers are just so-- cold, humourless, disinterested. At least, that's the feeling they give me. I mean, I think I am intelligent enough to read through physics notes you know, so maybe you shouldn't be reading off them. And seeing that the material is so dry maybe you should attempt to make it more lively. Or maybe they all think that the material is so superbly interesting that they don't need to do anything to it. Hmm. That's quite disturbing.

The least you can do is to come out with stuff to help us memorise/apply better. I mean I know it's quite hard for such left-brained individuals to be interesting, but maybe you can emulate our fabulous math teachers who teach a left brained subject but are so right brained in their approach! It's called the TARGET AUDIENCE approach seeing that they face a lecture bunch of arts/doubles people and they know what to do with us :D

Therefore, thank you to the math lecturers who are all so adorable. I was randomly flipping my math booklet today when I saw the +) and -( faces and it makes me feel so fuzzy that mr tay spent effort coming out with this to let us remember better, and it really takes a reflection and comparison to make you appreciate them more.

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Lit week being just over, I would like to thank my cast+crew as well for working so hard, for coming down for our regular rehearsals and qcs, for memorising scripts so quickly and for having lots of fun together even though when we recruited you you weren't obliged to agree; and thank you to leeqi as well for coming down to all the rehearsals but ultimately and very unfortunately not being able to make it because of swimming competitions. And of course, my co-director kevy who has been fabulous in getting everyone down, supporting everyone and then taking the role as retarded child in such a short time and making such a wonderful job out of it.

I admit I was super stressed over lit week, with all that stress culminating on the day of the lit fest itself because I was in charge of bazaar, costume ball and playlet all at once. The audience's lack of respect during alice itself made me so frustrated that I wanted to scream at them over the mike because of all the unappreciated effort my cast was putting in; I know it's not a play in a formal setting of a theatre but the least you can do is keep quiet to enjoy the play. Before that the econs teacher had already depressed me with her "I think passes are easier to count" and "your class is weaker than my other classes" so I wasn't in a very good mood already. And then the bazaar, I had almost given up on that because it just seemed so futile. The only funny thing was me being announced second for the poetry competition thing (I bet cause no one tried) and myself not even hearing it because I was so busy over bazaar, and had to be called over by ms lye.

But all in all, I'm quite happy that it's over and that our last performance was relatively relaxed and fun because we just didn't care anymore; just went ahead to have fun. Not to mention catching salomé at last (yes, with the accent HAHA) at the expense of ponning lit but every second being worth it, and catching jekyll & hyde as well as oliver twist. Sadly I didn't manage to watch Sherlock Holmes, but ohwell it was a fantastic array of plays already. And of course the wonderful interest-arousing advertisements, an incredible looking glass house with informative tours, a hilarious mad tea party (especially kenneth's cross dressing and the last part with auyong's very wrong stunts) and damn great stocks from the old curiousity shop. Even though the mainstream didn't support us that much, I'm still very touched at all the effort put in by everyone whether lit-ers or not-- lit week has been great.

MERCI BEAUCOUP, TOUT LE MONDE!

WANTED:

2008-06-27T21:50:00.004+08:00

THE FUNNIEST MOVIE AWARD.

Okay, maybe others didn't find it as funny as I did. After all, I think I was the only one laughing at the end of the movie. Then again, lena thought it was funny too! Therefore, I protest my uh, apparent oddity.

BUT HOW COME NO ONE ELSE THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY AH.

I consider it six bucks spent for the laughter because it was so hilarious that I can't stop laughing everytime I think about it.

Don't read on if you intend on catching it, and catch it if you possess a lot of suspension-of-disbelief abilities in you. I think reviews rate it generally as good. Yes. Warning: this is bloody long, and consists of the entire storyline.

This movie starts off with a bit of narration of an office worker bitching about his boss. Then abruptly, it switches scene to an office room. Guy A is talking to guy B. Suddenly guy A tells guy B to get down, but obviously when people ask you to get down you do not get down. So guy B gets shot. Guy A starts running towards the lift. However, some innate voice within him possesses him to run out of the lift back into the office room, and BAM! He crashes through his office glass and LEAPS over to the building next to it, all the while killing the assasins aiming at him. The assassins look stunned here, and I would be too seeing that you hardly see people jumping from one building aiming to get to the opposite. There's a last assassin left, and just when the guy is about to reach the other building through horizontal acceleration of some sort, he goes out of the screen. Is he dead? A few suspended seconds. Assassin waits. BANG! A bullet flies through his head. OUR GUY A IS VICTORIOUS!

Just then, a phone call comes. You will know that it's never a good thing to get phone calls right at the moment of victory. A seemingly victorious conversation goes on between the two with good news being transmitted, before Guy A says "BUT WHY WOULD THEY SEND A NOOB PAWN LIKE YOU TO INFORM ME!" Guy A is a smart guy. "They were just decoys." The caller replies. Guy A looks down. He sees an X at where he's standing. "GOODBYE, MR X." and bang! Guy A is shot. You expect the shooter to be behind him, but before you have a chance to think that a moment longer, the bullet zooms back in reverse frame motion and goes all the way back some million buildings away, where inside is a guy looking through a telescope thingy from his room. The last part of the conversation is replayed, and we see the guy pulling the trigger and the bullet zooming all the way forward again curving past the million buildings and going through Guy A's brain, complete with holes and blood.

Back to the office worker, who is a son, and has this father who left their family long ago. Out of the blue someday, some assasin (angelina jolie, in fact) kidnaps him over and he enters the Fratenity, of which the boss is God from Bruce Almighty (very appropriately, in this movie he controls THE LOOM OF FATE which decides on WHO TO DIE. After all, God has that power and when he summons you you can't refuse, etc). The Fraternity is this society which takes justice into their own hands and kill targets ordered by some higher authority. They tell him that his father was killed yesterday by a guy named Cross. He believes it, despite knowing nothing of his father, because they show him a room which they claim to be his. No, he doesn't suspect the fact that it MIGHT NOT be his father. They spend a ridiculous amount of time preparing him for Revenge, and finally, HE IS READY.

He stalks him to a train, and they have a gunfight, where the climax happens at... tada, you guessed it, on a precarious bridge in between two mountains! Their gun skills are so good that every bullet they fire is met with a bullet by the other guy. Our hero runs to the front and pushes the brake abruptly because he doesn't want the train to go into the other hill so that he can see the supposed murderer. The sudden abrupt impulse (yes, you learnt physics. Insert your knowledge about reverse momentum) of it sends the train derailing off the tracks and WHEE the scene we all have been waiting for, the about-to-crash-into-insane-depths train! Sort of like Titanic, because...

THE TRAIN BREAKS INTO HALF! you know, one half staying on top and the other falling. The hero's on the train on top which is teetering on the edge, and he is about to join the other half as well (the carriage's open, remember) when OMG THE GUY WHO SUPPOSEDLY MURDERS HIS FATHER catches him! We get a scene of them looking into each other's eyes. We wonder what will happen next. We pray for a happy ending where our hero finds out that the guy is actually good after all, and they will become one big happy family.

BUT NO! Gasp! What is our hero doing? He's whipping out his gun from his pocket with his hanging hand! He shoots the guy! The half of the train starts to fall as well! It falls, and it is caught by a jutting part of the cliff. Our hero climbs inside the train, and the guy is not dead yet because he has a few words to say. I wonder what.

"They... 've.... been.... telling.... you....a.... lie.... That.... man... wasn't.... your.... father..."

Pause.

Audience wonders if he's going to die at all.

"I...am."

Dramatic silence.

Hero goes, "WHAT?" or something to that effect. Precisely what the audience is wondering.

Father/murderer of his father conveniently dies.

"Is this true." he asks Jolie.
Audience holds breath.
"Yes." Jolie answers.
(Our favourite question here) "WHY?"
"Because you were the only one he wouldn't kill."

Train now falls off the jutting edge, and into the sea. Dead father floats. Our hero sinks.

No, he doesn't die, you sucker. If you thought he did you have never watched a Hollywood movie before, and need to be sent back to China. He wakes up in an apartment, in a bathtub with white filmed substance which is supposed to make you recover at godspeed. The audience finds out that he is saved by the guy who makes the father's bullets, because his father's wish before he died was for the son to find out the truth. He shows him around the apartment, and now that appartment, is the real appartment where his real father lived. He goes around looking at pictures yet again, and spots a picture of a little boy which TADA, is him! -insert emo-

If you're wondering why the father left him for so long, it was because "he wanted you to have a normal life, a life that was not his". Too bad for him, for as they say, "GOT THIS FATHER WILL HAVE THIS SON" (translate to chinese) and the son has always been fated for this. And oh yeah, the father happens to be the Righteous member of the fraternity, who left because he found out that our God has been asking them to kill targets for profits, and all because one day his own name appears in the Loom Of Life (what?! How can god be killed? It's a blasphemy! of course he kills people instead!) After telling him all this, the bullet-maker now hands him a plane ticket, and tells him that he can now live the life that his father wanted him to. Does he take the plane ticket and leave happily, get a wife in another nation and have lots of kids? Y/N

Shoot yourself if you choose Y. He finds out a secret room, which contains his father's plans for mice attached with explosives to bomb up buildings/kill a person! He Are Inspiredz. He goes to the supermarket and buy up the entire rack of peanut butter. He miraculously obtains millions of mice, and attaches them to explosives. Next you know, he's driving a garbage truck to the Fraternity building. Insert dramatic entrance. He crashes the truck which is in reverse through the gate. Bullets start raining down, but none of them hit him. He pushes a button, and the millions of mice are emptied. They run into the building and five four three two one they explode!

If you think that's the end you're mistaken, for teh fraternity iz all powderfulz. Nobody is killed. He has wasted his peanut butter and his mice. He runs through the aisle, and bullets fire from everywhere, but because of his SUPERPOWER vision he avoids all of them, and kills all the people firing. But as Magneto very nicely put, "IN CHESS, THE PAWNS GO FIRST" and so none of them are important people. He shoots shoots shoots and has lots of obstacles before he finally ends up in The Room. He thinks it's empty, so he runs in the middle shouting for the boss. Of course it isn't, and all the important assassins suddenly appear and point guns at him in a circle.

Our hero tells them what our god has been doing, and our boss reveals that all their names came out too. He asks them to decide what to do, that if they're that righteous they should shoot themselves, and if not they should shoot him. He leaves. Now here comes the part I genuninely think is good, so zhihua, skip the next paragraph. One of the guy says, "Fuck the code" and prepares to shoot our hero. Jolie smiles,

but not because she wants to do that. No, she points her god-endowed gun at him, and shoots! throws the gun at our hero, and places herself into position, because this bullet is powderfulz enough to travel through heads in a circle, and finally end up in Jolie's head. The good part is the non-cliched part of Jolie killing herself in the end as well, because if she lives and has kids with our hero I will proclaim it as very stupid instead of very hilarious. It's all that TRAGIC HERO where Jolie is too righteous to bear violating the code. Omg, heart! Better than othello.

The boss isn't killed of course, and is nowhere to be found. You would think the movie would have ended now. Hero begins a soliloquy.

"So who am I? Am I the pathetic office worker? Am I an assassin? Am I a son who has just killed his father?

I AM ALL OF THIS.
AND NONE OF THIS."

-scene changes to him back in his original office building, only empty. We see his back, and him googling his own name only to come out with nothing.

"This is not me trying to save the world. This is not me trying to live my own life."

Just then our god appears again, smiles at the back of his head while holding a gun. And then,

"This is not me."

The guy turns around to reveal that he isn't our hero. Our god goes "Fuck", looks down, and sees an "X". Bullet goes through his head. And no, that isn't the end. They REVERSE THE BULLET AGAIN, past millions of buildings, through his original office boss's donut, through the drink of his best friend who is screwing his ex girlfriend, and back into his father's appartment.

"THIS IS ME, TAKING CONTROL OF MY LIFE.

(we think he ends here)
(he turns to the audience)

WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN DOING?"

-credits roll-

If you manage to read through the entire thing, TELL ME WHY NOBODY ELSE WAS LAUGHING.

Breathing is sure costly here

2008-06-18T01:23:00.003+08:00

Something on the menu in a KL shopping centre during my Malaysia trip:

Our enriching CIP on thursday

2008-06-15T02:49:00.002+08:00

Choa Chu Kang is a place at the opposite end of the universe, beyond milky way and past a billion suns. It is a place no one* wants to go, especially when your travel time takes a trillion light years. It is a place no one seriously wants to go, especially when one is travelling so many gruelling years for CIP.

*no one, with reference to people in the east. Because Choa Chu Kang for no reason at all locates itself in the NORTH-west, as though west is not far away enough.

Being awaken by my all-noble subconscious who apparently insists that I go for CIP even though I forgot to set my alarm the last night (of which I slept at three plus), I opened my eyes blearily at eight and was just about to go back to sleep when I miraculously remembered that I had CIP today! And that there was no alarm! And that it looked quite bright! Because my conscience dedicated itself to community helping it refused to let me skip it entirely, and therefore without breakfast and everything I rushed out of the house trying to figure out the fastest way to the uluest place on earth.

Mistakenly thinking that our dear CCK was nearer to school than Jurong East, I decided to take bus to toa payoh and attack the place from the North-South line. However, after a flurry of smses with pang I quickly found out that my attempts at avoiding Kranji and co were all in vain because it turned out that I couldn't skip them from the North-South line. Therefore, sadly, I took about the same time to get there IF NOT MORE.

I really think we should include travel time in CIP. Especially if it takes up more time than your CIP itself.

But because we're such altruistic people just itching to do our part for the community, the seven of us, on such a bright happy holiday, trudged down to ACRES to do our small part for the community. Out of the seven of us, five of us happened to live in the East. ESPRAIN THIS ATROCITY.

What CIP consisted of:
-an insanely long walk from the bus stop just to get to the place itself-- as though CCK is not ulu enough from the east side of the country, it HAS to be tucked in more than 1km inside the uluest of uluest places.

- a delicious meal for the best of all creatures, our friendly mosquitoes! As a sacrificial offering to keep our country safe, etc and etc, my body is now itching all over from their kisses.

- the greatest of all lessons, sweeping the dear place up! Such community work really made me feel like I was doing a lot for our community. And of course, I learnt a lot!

- a huge dog which kept romping about. Everytime it got near Pang, he went "BUMBLYBOOBOO!" and ran away.

- a small dog which could only walk on three legs because its last leg was not functional. This was due to the fact that his mother was also his sister. Hi dad. I mean Grandpa. I mean Dad.

All in all, it was such a great opportunity given to us for us to help our community. I mean, whoever thought CIP was mercenary! They should be clobbed, whacked, smacked, etc.

A Mad Tea Funeral

2008-06-12T20:52:00.005+08:00

HELLO EVERYONE

I PROUDLY PRESENT: A MAD TEA FUNERAL.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7fLegWHzaaY

See you there at the amphitheatre the week after CTs, during the VICTORIA REGINA!

(if I don't see you there you're going to be clobbed and whacked and split apart by a knife)

YEEHAH!

2008-06-04T01:59:00.011+08:00

Housewarming was a hilarious experience because I taught my fellow goldmembers YEEHAH! and all of them were so amused by it, they made a bw cheer for it!

"YEEHAH! YEEHAH! FOUR SHIFTED GEAR BOX, ONE TWO THREE FOUR-- BW!"

Don't ask. The sight of supposedly cool guys doing FOUR SHIFTED GEAR BOX, ONE TWO THREE FOUR was so hilarious it made my stomach hurt from laughing. I should have gotten videos man, the experience was PRICELESS.

Anyway, my pictures are all on facebook but here are the cannot-miss-it few!

BEHOLD, MY NINE INCH LONG AND STRAIGHT BANANA! YOU'LL NEVER FIND ONE LIKE IT ANYWHERE!

I made my junior conver to the banana religion too!

This is my nametag. It was supposed to be a bullet. I swear.

This is here for Daniel's usual expression. Eileen is testing if there's anything inside his head.

The Gan Rocks, collected from the sky garden for the birthday boy. The guys had to put them back later.

yay jo, "i belong to only myself!" for their healing silence drama production.

When I say POETRY you say SLAM!

Zhixin zones zestily

2008-05-31T12:16:00.008+08:00

AM JUST BACK FROM CAP AND AN ENTIRE WHIRLWIND OF FUNFUNFUN!

Shall I launch into a day by day analysis? Shall I leave you hanging in suspense? In summary these are the workshops I was in:
-poetry by cyril wong!
-prose by suchen christine lim!
-poetry slam by word forward!

and i wrote three pieces of prose i'm so-so satisfied with and no poetry i was happy with. I shall blame it on Cyril Wong's NO CLICHES (puts list down of all the pretty things in the world like stars, sunshine, roses and about everything else), NO ADJECTIVES, NO ADVERBS. Everyone then started getting brain block. Then again, it could be the spam of youtube videos we were watching during the break which included BENNY LAVA, THE MYSTERIOUS TICKING NOISE, GIRLY MAN, and some random condom advertisement.

"MY MUM SAID YES!" (boy says to everyone when he is caught driving a car, driving a plane, doing evul things to his friends)
"Mum, may I put the cat into the washing machine?" -boy asks outside the closed door of his mother's room
"YES! YES! YES!"

But hey, I've rediscovered a new purpose of youtube: listening to poets read their poetry!

And according to karliang, "you can tell whether a guy is gay by looking at the size of his shirts!"

Very unexpectedly my poetry slam group THE FIGHT CLUB won the poetry slam competition! I thought it would go to the maniac fan brigade or all the king's minions, who got a tie at second. It was soo surprising and we shared our chocolates with everyone!

I would show you all my cap photos, only the cable is now at my father's office so all the photos are caged inside the camera. ohwell, another day!

So. Now begins the listing of WHAT HAPPENED:

First day. Everyone stoning. Arrives at OG11 table (which happens to be the teacher's table because our table is unfortunately used for catering) to find everyone silent. Talk about HEALING SILENCE. Inquires, "Are we supposed to be getting to know each other?" only to get a reply from Xavier, "That is for Later." Got asked by Xavier if I was on drugs after a lot of laughing with austin and camilla.

You know the drill. OG games, and the OG gets to know each other! And even starts to like each other. Card playing after lunch dinner and about every other opportunity even as every other OG is madly playing the bottle game. This turned out to be detrimental because when they decided to have a bottle game competiton on the third day I turned out to be the only group member who knew how to do it. And I only learnt it on that day itself during poetry slam, thanks to the great yujia. Unsurprisingly, I was ousted at the first opportunity.

Then comes the plenary by Jill Dawson where she tells us about voice instead of plot, and literary sharing with Gan wowing the audience with his awesome reading of his MISS CLARE REMEMBERS. Good going, gan! Theatre studies skills in show here. Everyone was starry eyed after his reading and couldn't concentrate on the other pieces of work due to lack of performance. Well, me at least. Gan should have been last to read, tsk.

As you know I was in poetry slam workshop along with a bunch of fantastic people and over the five days we really bonded with each other, especially with all of us getting high during the time we were supposed to be reheasing, and gathering around choon yang while he sings DARE YOU TO MOVE by switchfoot while shrumming his guitar. All of us agree he's multitalented and very flexible because he can wave his body and arms superbly.

Our piece was titled, NOISE VS SILENCE and I was yes you guessed it-- N-N-NERVE WRACKING NOISE! Naomi and cleo were the sports reporters while yujia was Savage silence though everyone knows she isn't savage HAHA.

"I COULDN'T HEAR YOU YUJIA!"
"I was shouting at my loudest!"
"THAT WAS YOUR LOUDEST?!"

And she couldn't stop smiling throughout our rehearsals. Tsk, so much for savage.

Our poetry slam emcee was the dear SQUISHY aka geoffrey lim who read to everyone his FOYLE WINNING POEM DIGITAL LIFE. Besides that he really is very squishy indeed as his shirt back says.

Besides us there were five other great poetry slam groups as well, namely
THE CORONERS
THE ELEVATIERS
THE MANIAC FAN BRIGATE
THE STRANGERS
annnd ALL THE KING'S MINIONS!

Can't begin to describe the fun we had playing YEEHAH and going WHEN I SAY POETRY YOU SAY SLAM! POETRY SLAM! POETRY SLAM! POETRY SLAM!

Unlike Cyril Wong's workshop, the creative juices flowed much easier in suchen christine lim's, I think cause prose is so much less rigorous than poetry HAHA. Not that satisfied with my prose actually if I consider it on a poetry basis, there were lots of imagery I dumped in without a proper connection to anything else. Like you know for poetry I always like to have a sort of extended metaphor but some of the imagery in my prose were just there for being there. I think Gan noticed!

Because we celebrated gan's birthday on wednesday night (with daniel going "YO MAMA SO FAT, SHE GAVE BIRTH TO YOU!" followed by all of us rushing to gan's door holding pebbles from sky garden going "GAN, YOU ROCK!") I slept at one plus, which meant that I was yes, extremely sleepy on thursday. Needless to say I slept during the plenary and the forum. The forum was a no wonder, the writer took about five seconds for each word. As imitated very appropriately by some guy during dinner later,

"I... wrote... my... prose-poetry... because... if... I... wrote.... a... novel, I... would... DIE... before.... I... finish... it!"

I didn't exactly sleep in a very subtle manner as you can see. Obviously I'm a sucker for comforts and cannot sleep just on my arm, I must slump over the table on my jacket and announce to the whole world that I'm sleeping. Especially when I'm right beside the mike that people go to when they ask questions. Kept getting woken up by some AC councillor opposite which got me quite annoyed, I mean WHO WAS HE TO DISTURB MY BEAUTY SLEEP! The last time he got someone to poke me awake I rose sleepily, looked around, and went slumping back down again. HAH.

The Dinner was on thursday night, it was not the glamourous affair of 05 where they had it beside the poolside but instead our dear old dining hall. At first Eileen and I decided not to wear our dresses because we thought no one else was wearing, so I went down with cap t shirt and school skirt only to get chased back up by Austin: "YOU LOOK LIKE YOU HAVE JUST COME FROM EAST COAST PARK AFTER GOING TO SCHOOL!" don't ask me what east coast park had to do with anything. So I obediently went up to change into my dress, thanks to dear commander austin.

And of course, the Ultimate Performance on friday! They left us a very long period of stoning where I tried to write poetry (note: tried) and fell asleep instead. Performance went better than the full dress rehearsal thankfully. Cam-whoring afterwards, and there it is-- the end of CAP 08.

Aww.

Obviously I haven't gotten back to doing homework yet, I'm still suffering the high effects of CAP and just wanting to write and read poetry!

Will upload the photos another time, most probably on facebook!

Rita's ogle-worthy present!

2008-05-23T21:16:00.003+08:00

So the London trip people are on the plane now, those lucky bastards.

We presented Rita's personally endorsed, sexy and oh-so-delicious present in front of the entire class today and I must say, she was ecstatic! Though she obviously did not show it but we all know that she would spend hours at London trip ogling at it...well I HOPE she brought it to London trip seeing that I insisted and kevy wants to ogle at it too!

I assure you it's mind-blowingly sexy and even kevy was swooning over the photos when we came back with them :D we wound around the highest castles and scaled the longest hair and danced with the dragons to get them okay! Such devoted and dedicated friends we are, we know. Hey, those are so much better than pang's suggested lingerie/condoms/dildo, be glad I was part of the decison-making process rita!

As a much more serious and less sexy present though, we also gave rita a set of 12 copic markers, shared between me pang kevy and zhihua! She made it seem as though she was much happier with that but we all know which one she's more delighted over :D

And kevy got a pair of sunglasses from me, she can display her rock-star talents in UK and get cute london boys falling at her heels!

Feels quite lonely now without them, those lucky bastards left me in singapore and went flying off in a jet plane. Sniff.

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Went for Basketball (girls) finals on thursday and it was intensive, we had the lead of over 10 points after the first half and jason pang was even going "GO HCI", that idiot. Then I think they suddenly gained some form of superpower in the second half and chased the ten points up, and in the last minute they overtook us. What a waste.

I think kevy might be right about RJ being jinxed this year for sports; I mean even though I'm not exactly the greatest fan of sports (hah understatement) but still, it's pride in the school! And obviously I would want RJ to win regardless of whether I like that particular sport or not. Therefore it doesn't bear well on me to keep hearing my school falling short of the championships and of course it's worse on the sports people when they fail to clinch the gold!

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Today I got suanned by Gabriel Tan.

GT: "You scored quite well for the lecture test right?"
Me: "I DID?!"
GT: "Yeah I thought so... compared to expectations."

Thank you Mr Tan for that encouragement!

DOCTOR WHOOOOO + ROSE

2008-05-18T13:58:00.004+08:00

Zhi Hua will be happy to know that I went back to watching Doctor who today. I know, I know, WHAT?! DID I JUST DO?! But hey, it's a break after a very long time! Even though technically it isn't exactly a break seeing that we have GP common test on wednesday but we shall neglect that fact! Doctor who for the win etc!

Fine, fine, I admit I have a soft spot for that drama series. And David Tennant. Together with Rose.

SHE JUST APPEARED AT THE END OF THE EPISODE OMG SQUEEE BUT WITH NO EXPLANATION WHATSOEVER AND SHE JUST DISAPPEARED (yes I watched partners in crime)

I'm tempted to keep watching so that I find out if she ever gets to meet doctor again, those sneaky bastards. I knew they had something up their sleeve; they're like hansel and gretel leaving all the bread crumbs for the audience to eat back all the way to the end of the trail, or rather series in this case. Grr.

But no my spirit is strong and therefore my flesh is strong and so I won't go back to watching it nooooo!

(YAY ROSE.)

Maybe someone can just spoil me or something and tell me whether she met doctor :D

For those of you who have never even heard of doctor who all your lives, sorry for this incomprehensible post but seriously, (yes i'm shamelessly advertising for it and no I'm not becoming zhihua), go look it up. Start from "Rose", ninth doctor series 1 episode 1! It pwns any American drama you've been watching, I assure you it has more intellectual value than say DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES or LOST or SURVIVORS or something. Why can't Singapore have more British dramas and talkshows!

Fine I admit despite my best attempts I'm sounding more and more like Zhi Hua. Um. Forgive me, blame it on the appearance of Rose-- OMG SHE WAS THERE AND SHE DISAPPEARED WITHOUT SEEING DOCTOR!

K back to serious stuff ohwell, no getting hooked onto television serials!

Fish viagra?

2008-05-16T21:28:00.004+08:00

My father has been endowed with maternal instincts lately.

Mind you, not towards us though, fortunately or unfortunately. Rather, he has directed those instincts towards those floating staring species in the tank.

We all know Viagra is such an awesome drug in helping limp old men in becoming fit and strong again. Well, how about FISH VIAGRA!

It apparently has its potent effects too; it proves that they have completed a lot of rounds of animal testing before it came to the sad swaying men who need a little help to stand. The value of Viagra cannot be underestimated! Its power is simply amazing-- if you want babies, twins, triplets, quadruplets, quintets, sextets or a football team this is the drug for you! Tested and proven effective on discus, it will definitely be as effective on you! Or hopefully less effective or you'll be swimming in babies. In my father's fishes' case, literally.

My father has happily dumped in PRO GROWTH FISH FOOD in this fish tank for a consecutive unknown days in a row and had eagerly sat back to watch the results. The results didn't take long to manifest. Within a couple of weeks, the pair of fish is now INFESTED with frys growing all over the parents' bodies most particularly the mother fish's, and to imagine it think of Alexander Fleming's orange. When he found it, it was emdedded in mould. Now think of how the fishes look now.

Added to that, he has at least ANOTHER two tanks of couples which have laid eggs too!

I know, good luck to my house.

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CAP briefing today was an awesome burst of fun and had me looking forward to it with much anticipation! The teacher speaking was hilarious:

" NO moving of the furniture. I don't care if you have some obsessive compulsive disorder where you HAVE to sleep in a certain direction or to face in north east or something, you do not move the furniture."

And guess who's here at CAP again-- DAVID CRAWSHAW! When Austin and I heard that we gave a simultaenous groan and definitely not the same reaction a certain RAFA fanatic would have given had she been there. I think ACSI (JC) ties are getting uglier by the year, what's up with all the ugly unifrom designs! First the RI PE shirt, then their annivesary shirt and now the AC tie-- I swear all of them ran out of money to pay the designers. Or otherwise were all too stingy to get good ones.

We're going to have a whole lot of fun in NUS!

Harmonix XI + dance concert!

2008-05-08T21:19:00.006+08:00

Okay, time for the overdue harmonica concert post!

[solemn]
Soo after lots of weeks of hardcore harmonica practices with me going home and plonking into bed straight after dinner and bathing, the finale of our hard work finally arrived on the 30th of April! Sometimes I forget why I insisted on joining a performing arts group but then when the concert night dawns (or falls) I get reminded of that exhileration, that nervousness, that sense of acheivement, relief and joy when the concert has ended. The feeling of being on stage in front of an anticipating audience is that which keeps me coming back, even when I'm aware I'm jostling in an arena I am inferior in.

It's quite discouraging sometimes to hear harmonica being put down, especially because I know I didn't join it as first choice but because I was too weary and prideful to try for anything I might get rejected in after I didn't get in Players first intake. How do you explain that feeling of an ensemble playing together and putting together one piece of different melodies and accompaniments? It is a new instrument and for people who do not have musical background we do try to make the best out of it; we are humble and we learn and it is the nicest CCA I have been in without the bitchy or competitive and mercenary people. But when others put Harmoc down it is hard to defend it with such intangible reasons and I keep silent, stumbling about in my inferiority next to people who have the money and the parents who insisted that they learn their piano lessons well.
[/solemn]

So as I walked out of backstage with that looong and yes rather low cut dress (made even more low cut because I was too skinny and the dress just draped over me like a tablecloth) I heard a rather loud snort from I wonder where. I glared in the general direction of the audience since I couldn't see anything beyond the first two rows and as I started to talk the mike generated a scream by a bee which deafened everyone and so I ~~had to pay off all the lawsuits against me and stay in jail for the next two years~~ held the mike away from me and rolled my eyes. When I tried to speak again there was no sound from the oh so wonderful mike and finally I gave up and started speaking to the audience with my voice-- and the mike chose the opportunate moment to start working again. THANK YOU MIKE.

Mostly, I tortured the audience because of my paranoid tapping against the mike to ensure that it had sound throughout the entire concert. I heard a recording of Wu Ding and towards the end it had my trademark tapping, whoops. It's called BEING BACKSTAGE MAKES YOU OBLIVIOUS TO HOW LOUD THE MIKE IS.

So after the concert I came down to get greeted with one grass and four flowers :D The grass was green, the flowers were orange, pale pink, hot pink and white lightly tinted with pink (thank you for all that pink HAHA) and WHEE I felt so fuzzy with all the flowers! Thankyou rita sijia zhihua and pang for those flowers, zhihui and shujian for coming and yihao for the AV!

Lalala. Pang is growing to become a mole like his yearbook picture.

Next, fabulous dance night! The niners got the second floor seats because our tickets were 16 bucks; the view from up there was not bad for a bird's eye view but of course we couldn't really see who was on stage, had to keep looking for familiar faces! We spotted arias in all the dances she was in :D it's called a distinctive style!

(yesyes I was in a dress, stop commenting about that grr)

Got screwed badly for wanting to have supper after dance night but we shall not talk about that.

(relatively) short post

2008-05-02T01:27:00.003+08:00

Today was a highly unproductive day if I may say so myself-- but the good thing about today is HAHA we got treated 50% to pizza hut and that must be the highlight of today man. I HAVEN'T GOTTEN TREATED BEFORE BY A FELLOW PEER :D This shall be set down in the book of zhixin's records, FIRST TIME I GOT TREATED BY A FRIEND HAHA shut up, I know I'm a very sad person, missed James' crystal jade treat during his birthday dinner!

I'll give Harmonix XI a post on its own but I'm too tired now, all I can say is that today was a long starved for holiday and even though there were millions of stuff on my to-do list I didn't manage to even do one reasonably I WONDER WHY! So I just took this day as a day to slack in the end in the futility of being productive :D which is quite bad seeing that I have three tests next week, all of which I'm behind in. And of course MISE business executive summary and Lit week rehearsals.

The AEP room is really a damn nice place, it has aircon and a table and chairs and lots of art work around and even a radio to play music-- I ENVY THE ELECTIVE PEOPLE FOR A SPACE THEY CAN CALL THEIRS! I mean music people have MEP room, art people have AEP room and TSD people have the black box while the rest of us float around ): I mean we should have a room for lit people too! We need inspiration to uh figure out john donne k. And write a poem or two. Yes lit should be made an elective too!

I want a room of my ownnnn ):

I know limyisheng was just suanning me on the bus the other day but some things really struck something I felt too-- jack of all trades, master of none; picking my combi of double science double arts just shows my directionless attitude with nothing in mind I'm striving for. I couldn't settle on either side so I picked an equal number on each side and what can that lead up to? I'm just sitting on the fence with neither side I want to fall over and the spikes of the fence are piercing my skin. Neither here nor there. I know it's not good to feel inferior-- but sometimes just seeing the list of achievements selected people can accumulate can be quite demoralizing. Especially if they don't deserve it.

And I really want a room of my own! Not just hodge lodge which is a public area but something exclusive, available all the time, workable air-con 24/7, table, chair, and that's all I require. Of course art room is damn nice but my requirements are simple! I wish there was a lit room.

I miss the seminar room in RI and its smell for all the writer-in-residence sessions.

don't hesitate no more, no more

2008-04-27T14:11:00.002+08:00

open up your mind and see like me
Open up your plans and damn you're free
Look into your heart and you'll find love, love, love
Listen to the music of the moment come and dance with me
we're just one big family
It's your God-forsaken right to be loved loved loved

I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait, I'm sure
There's no need to complicate
Our time is short
This is our fate, I'm yours

--Jason Mraz, I'm yours

So Lyrical Physical was mostly a revisit of talenttime and by god it was good. Better than good, in fact-- I mean with the powerhouse of Five, Fivesome, Humjipeng and Pixel Animation what else can it be but good!

After the concert Rita and I were feeling sad over the lack of crushable guys in J1 as compared to J2 batch! I mean just based on their performances you have those kind of on-stage spontaneous personalities that can make girls swoon, that kind of humour, good voices and the willingness to do things just for the fun of it or to spend time with friends-- who wouldn't crush them! And even after the concert which ended at 10.30 the J2s were still hanging around the canteen and Fivesome gave another encore of their rendition of "All About You" to their friends, that kind of spirit is really what people strive for lor! As compared to say the people around me who were mugging while selling flowers and didn't even go in for the concert hmm. Different priorities as rita says!

Our class should go for more things like plays and class outings ):

But I understand why people are reluctant for this kind of trips, I mean with everyone being so busy it's hard to squeeze time out and people ultimately still want to catch up with work, etc etc. It would be nicer if we could spend more time with each other though and still keep up with everything, it would make our days much more meaningful and after all JC IS ending in one and half years omg that is so ridiculously short and half of term two is over already!

I don't want to think of the time when we really, really have to leave raffles ): In sec four it wasn't so bad because everyone else was going up to RJ and we were still going to see everyone but think about it, after J2 everyone will be going their separate ways and most of us probably won't even be in the same country. The girls will be going on to universities, the guys will be going for NS and everyone will be splitting up, and even though we go on about being friends forever we know that once we aren't in the same place it's hard to maintain relationships. AND NO MORE RAFFLESIAN COMMUNITYYYY -cries-

Okay okay stop whining and look in the present! Things to treasure and projects to work on and time to make for intangible things.

I'm coming home early??

2008-04-18T23:27:00.002+08:00

So this week has witnessed me changing the definition of an early going-home time to any time earlier than 7pm, I came to this horrifying conclusion one thursday as I was strolling home and thinking how early it is for me to be going home, proceeding to glance at my watch to commemorate this day only to realize it was already seven. Where has my sanity gone!

Pang becoming an Evil Purple Dinosaur and emitting a Terrifying Roar was probably the highlight of the week, I don't think I have laughed as hard and long (don't think dirty) for the past few weeks as on the eventful monday. I probably lived up to my label of Hyena given to me at the start of the year given the amount of high pitched noise I produced. Ladies and gentlemen, YOU SHOULD SEE OUR VERY SERIOUS VIDEO. It marks a, uh, highly successful collaboration between pang me and yoggi bear, with rita providing a background laughter soundtrack. A tantalizing peek into our highly recommanded production: It starts with pang stomping into the classroom with a barney head.

Unfortunately one of my favourite parts was not included in the video, the part that had pang roaring "I LOVE LITTLE KIDS AND BJ!!!"

Needless to say, we had a lot of NGs because of uncontrollable laughter and certain things like THE PURPLE DINOSAUR RUNNING AWAY WHEN HE WAS SUPPOSED TO GET WHACKED BY JOHN DONNE AND FALL TO HIS DEFEAT.

Harmonica exco interviews came next on the Eventful list, you have no idea how many Must-Nots I committed.
"Is there a reason why you didn't self nominate?"
"Uh. I just wanted to see if I got nominated."

-hears very loud and resounding elimination sound at the back of my mind-

Needless to say, I didn't get past the interviews :D I wouldn't pass me for interviews either so that's saying something. Let's just say that 1. I suck at lying, 2. having a panel of 8 people facing you in an arrow shape inclusive of your lit teacher is more intimidating than it sounds especially when the classroom windows are all fogged up with the frigidity inside the room 3. when you're nervous your english fails and you resort to singlish, and 4. I didn't try hard enough. Ohwell. Didn't hold much hope for that!

Five hours of hardcore harmonica is no mean feat and had me going WHY DID I JOIN A MUSCIAL CCA WHEN I HAVE NO MUSICALITY IN MY SOUL and ironically I was rushing straight for guitar concert because the task of a performing arts person is to attend other concerts just so your concert gets attended. It's called the law of trading, an eye for an arm etc.

I would much prefer three hours of writer-in-residence sessions daily, thankyou very much.

These past two weeks have not boded well on my homework, I have been lapped twice by my fellow classmates on the 400m track already just merely on physics and maths. Thankfully NAPFA is over and this week has been a glorious week unhampered by PE! GO AWAY PE, GO AWAY, NEVER COME AGAIN ANOTHER DAY!

WUTW!

2008-04-13T14:46:00.004+08:00

I shall finally blog properly! Though I must say purple dinosaurs have been featured rather prominently in my speech for god knows what reason, they just found a way in and settled themselves nicely there. No, I'm not watching Barney again.

So this past week I've been occupied with Writer-in-residence programme under Jacob Sam-La Rose and reaching home at nine plus ten everyday except for friday-- but this is seriously the first time I don't mind going home late! And would gladly continue this :D though uh it takes its toll on physics math and econs but uh, who cares! That feeling of actually squeezing some writing out in fifteen measley minutes and discovering that you can overcome your writer's block by mere pressure is awesomely exhilerating, especially when you're supposed to meet task challenges set out either at the start or after your first draft.

I lovelovelove writers-in-residence, this is one of the best programmes I've ever gone to where people actually give constructive criticism and you can meet people who love poetry and are not afraid to tell you what they feel is weird with your works. And of course, a dedicated mentor like Jacob who is whole-heartedly devoted to helping you develop your works. Awesome. Four days of three hours each day except for the last day where we begged for an extra hour are just not enough!

Just received my Alice in Wonderland script, apparently it isn't Alice in Wonderland as we originally thought but a parody instead which doesn't even include Alice. It however does include a person in the coffin who rises up at the end of the scene. Who wants to be in it!

Harmonica tickets are selling nicely, so far I've sold ten already :D If you want to join Rita Lena Pang Zhi Hua Yinfei Jnanee Zhi Hui Si Jia Reynard and Lionel feel free to tell me! Though I just discovered that the money in my packet does not amount to a multiple of six. Wonder who got to pay four bucks instead, lucky person! If you read this and you finally remember why there's an extra two bucks in your wallet you can feel free to hand it over to this poor person over here (:

PW groupings are out and my group consists of KEVY (squee!), Ruiyong and Yubo! Well at least I haven't gotten anyone I've been dreading to get, coughs. Not least because of their working abilities but maybe because discussing with them might just be a teeny weeny bit hard due to external factors. And of course, the people who are known not to do their part in groupwork.

And of course, 409 birthday on 9/4! Where we sang the birthday song nine times everytime someone came and took retarded pictures :D rita wanted to do a very -ahem- wrong pose with two party hats at, uh, her chest area. HMM. awesome times with niners!

NO MORE NAPFA FOR ANOTHER YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -prances around imaginary field swinging a purple dinosaur-

This is going to be a short one...

2008-04-12T01:29:00.001+08:00

Purple dinosaurs!!!

Come for harmonica concert!!!

2008-04-06T10:29:00.004+08:00

As I've advertised on my class blog...

Harmonix XI: Of Life, Love and Colours
Date: 30/4/2008 (wednesday) (one day before labour's day which is a holiday so you all can go home and sleep late!)
Time: 7.30pm
Venue: Performing Arts Centre (berybery cornbenient)
Price: Six bucks (as cheap as a chipsmunk!)

Why you should go:
1. Because I'm inside!
2. Because I'm narrating alongside with playing in the ensemble! (yes we're having a play alongside the wonderful songs we're playing, and it's a loveeee story! very funny, guaranteed to make you laugh with our *ahem* male lead)
3. Because we're playing songs like WU1 DING3, MEMORY (from CATS), Phantom of the opera, Lemon tree, Beauty and the Beast, Super Mario (yesyes) and other wonderful fabulous well-loved songs!
4. Because I have tickets of 8 different colours and if you don't buy now the colours will run out!
5. Because lena zhihua rita yinfei and pang are going!
6. Because it's the first time a noobie like me with no musical background is playing a musical instrument (recorder is not counted as one)!

Well if that hasn't convinced you enough, tell me what can! :D come for my lubly concert and i will gibs you lots of kisses! otherwise lena will smoosh you lots. yesyes.

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Anyway yes I'm very aware that my blog is fast becoming an extinct species and nobody is doing anything about that, it's currently in the red zone for HIGHLY ENDANGERED and now there's one fifth of it still surviving. If there's one fifth of it. Um.

We got our yearbooks on thursday and if you all didn't see it, flip to the RGS CHOIR page to pang's photo HAHA isn't it amazing how we never knew he had a hidden talent in singing! Worming his way through to every aspect of your life he has even found his way into our yearbooks! Do not be deceived by that chest, that is just him putting lots of padding and having a wonderbra. We all know the face is well and truly pang's.

Of course, not to mention that our class photo is on the prom night page which I'm sure all of you have found, I know they find our class very beautiful and all thankyou thankyou I admit we're a breathtaking bunch :D

Some idiot guy in my class: OMG ZHIXIN YOU ACTUALLY LOOK TALL IN HERE!

Current projects that I have taken up:
1. MISE (social entrepreneurship competition with rita lena and pang) (we happen to be called THE SMOOSHIES and guess who suggested it. No, it isn't lena. Try again.)
2. Lit week! (omg kevy and I directing alice in wonderland HAHA so cool omg i haven't directed before! -excited-)
3. Writer-in-residence which isn't exactly a project but ohwell!
4. Not to mention Harmonica concert!
5. Flower committee in entre so I get free admission to concerts! :D

Which sort of explains why this blog is winking its last remnants of its life away. Another reason is cause LIFE DAMN TOUGH and nothing much bright to blog about. When days pass without a blogpost you know zhixin's life is very sad. Sniff.

And shit, my PI consultation for PW is on tuesday so I'm quite dead cause I don't even have a subject. I'm sure we have a topic called JOURNEYS, who the hell takes a journey?! I mean like HEY EVERY LIFE IS A JOURNEY. You get the idea.

Why I am a feminist

2008-03-28T20:13:00.003+08:00

It depends on what you define as feminist, really. I think feminists, in the most basic sense, are essentially human right advocates-- only instead of campaigning for others' rights, we campaign for our own rights. Perhaps that is what grates on some people's nerves.

Why I am a feminist: what it all boils down to, comes from a simple emotion called fear. Fear of being subjugated, subverted, because I am born this way and I do not have the power to change that so what I can only change now is perhaps our status in society. Fear of not having the right to my own body-- fear of being raped, the penetrating phallic organ used as a tool to wield power (and we all know rape is mostly about power issues, not only mere lust and raging testosterone.) And lately this book I am reading now, Managing the Monstrous Feminine by Jane M. Ussher, brings up an insight in which I haven't thought of: fear of our own internal body processes.

"In a similar vein, Elizabeth Grosz argues that abjection 'testifies to the precarious grasp of the subject on its own identity, an assertion that the subject may slide back into the impure chaos out of which it was formed' [24, p. 90]. The apparently uncontained fecund body, with its creases and cruves, secretions and seepages, as well as its changing boundaries at times of pregnancy and menopause, signifies association with the animal world, which reminds us of our mortality and fragility, and stands as the antithesis of the clean, contained, proper body, which 'must bear no trace of its debt to nature' [8, p. 101] -- epitomised by the body of man, or the pre-pubescent girl not yet despoiled by fecundity. No wonder women subject their bodies to punishing regimes of diet and exercise to maintain the illusion that they can contain and control outward signs of feminine excess"

Essentially what the book argues up till now is that society seeks to contain the "monstrous feminine" through "the female nude, icon of idealized feminine sexuality", pornography and myths such as Medusa, "depicted with open-mouthed writhing snakes as her hair, her 'entire visage alive with images of toothed vaginas ready to strike'". While this view might be a little extremist, certain points such as the desire for things to remain ordered and contained stemming from the fear of the unknown hence leading to fear of our own bodily processes bears fruit for thought.

Maybe thomas is right, feminism stems from insecurity-- but can you fault insecurity when right from the moment you were born you are deemed to be inferior to the other sex? Maybe this is not relevant in the modern world as you argue, but generalizations and stereotypes still exist, no matter how invisible they might seem. And perhaps guys might be teasing us when they make chauvinistic comments, but how much of it do they actually believe? For jokes made have some truth of what you truly feel. Pang says, "women are born to suffer" and he brings up all the processes we are subjected to, from menstuation to stomach cramps to pregnancy, but does he feel that because of these innate processes we should "suffer" under their rule as well, that because "god" made us like this "he" means for us to suffer all our lives?

I think what we need now is a change of perspective, that instead of seeing such processes as suffering (which I know I am prone to doing), maybe if society saw them as a sort of gift we wouldn't be seeing them now as a torture we have to go through. I remember I had a thought once, penned down in my diary: the power to create life isn't valued enough, and maybe that is why modern societies generally see a trend of a diminishing birth rate.

Everyday during orientation when nighttime falls my parents would start calling frantically and scolding me for still not coming home; they scare me with accounts of girls being attacked and raped as they go about at night, and this fear has been drilled into me from young. I've often envied people, especially guys, who can go home as late as they wish because they are not made afraid of such terrors. Perhaps after all, fear does make the foundation of my feministic thinking-- as well as the desire to go out about freely at night alone.

FIRST DAY OF TERM TWO

2008-03-17T23:22:00.002+08:00

I am here to perform a resuscitating operation on my blog and to reassure you that YES I'M STILL ALIVE ETC even though I don't have even a single post from my holidays. Let's just say that not many things happened except for harmonica practices, going to zhihua's house (and watching borat -.- after failing to persuade her to watch lust caution uncensored but borat was uh traumatising anyway, i didn't have to see them raping each other anally) and having 409 class lunch! Which I was late for due to harmonica and ended up missing the lunch but we sat outside Lido second floor and gossiped lots. Hey, gossiping is a uh bonding activity!

Anyway HOW CAN I RESIST FROM BLOGGING ON THE START OF TERM TWO.

Things that happened:
Some people cut their hair. (cough, onions)
We got reacquainted with ms veera's and mrs chan's pwnzor skill of sarcasm.
Got to sit beside rita and kevyna again (:
Remembered how our class cannot shut up (refer to incidents in term 1 like attempting to take a class photo)
(Hopefully) the last lecture with this certain physics lecturer.
Watched a very modern adaptation of Othello.

Things that didn't happen:
Physics lecture test (phew)

Quotes:
Ms veera, about the movie: "It's not very good. It's American."

Physics lecturer: "In future when you get back your scripts you will laugh at yourselves because some of your mistakes are just so ridiculous."
mumbling me: I think you're more likely to cry at it.

Upon getting our lit scripts...
Pang: HAHAHAHAHHAA
Leonard: What did you get!
Pang: I GOT A--
HAHAHAHAHA
--D!

Ms Veera: "Zhi Xin, do you find your own script very amusing?"
Me: "I'm reading Andrea's script!"
Andrea: "Ohnooo that means my script is amusing!"
Me: "No, I find it a muse!"

Getting back of lit scripts was quite amusing actually HAHA I got a C+++ which is uh, prolly better than my first lit essay! Actually I can't remember. WELLL. Helen of troy obviously didn't like me very much :D

Talk about memorable!

2008-03-09T14:42:00.003+08:00

Yesterday was possibly the most nerve-wrecking theatre trip I have been to for reasons completely unrelated to the plays.

Waking up at 5.45am on a saturday morning was definitely not what I would call an ideal saturday. The best part of the day which followed pretty much sucked as well, with kevy and I deciding that the marginal cost of $10.70 and the wasting of at least 8 hours at NTU for the econs seminar outweighed greatly whatever marginal benefits there was, ie none. Went there, stoned and didn't learn a single thing I didn't know before, either that or there was one lecturer who just spammed lengthy equations and statistics of stock markets and completely confounded everyone in the theatre so much that nobody bothered to listen to his lecture five minutes into it.

Kevy and I tried to make up for the heartache of money badly spent by trying to get as much reception food as possible (they didn't even provide lunch) but by the time we got to the front of the queue for the first reception the food was mostly gone. So we were smarter by the second reception and sneaked out of the LT in the middle of the talk just to get the food; only the food had so much cream and chocolate that we got quite sick of it. Which means the food at most made up half our cost only. Devastating, I know.

At least we ran off right after the second reception because we couldn't stand wasting any more time. I must say that was the smartest decision we made about the entire econs seminar, the stupidest being to even come for it because of some random spurt of hardworking-ness in the middle of the term-- my heart breaks for my money and my time. OPPORTUNITY COST WAS TOO MUCH I DECLARE!

So we set off for Black Comedy and Light Tragedies and got there 1.5 hours earlier than when we were supposed to meet our class which we wisely used by stoning at NLB and I went happily around looking for books. I'm quite happy cause I managed to find incredibly loud and extremely close by jonathan safran foer! And also a collection of HD poems :D She's the one who wrote sheltered garden in our dangerous poems anthology!

Well of course everyone else was late for the 6pm arranged time (should have known to set it to 5.30pm instead) and we waited till about 6.30 for rita to come, coughs. Let's just say that we waited for the bus from clarke quay mrt for a considerably long amount of time and uh, missed the stop very intelligently indeed haha since no one spotted UE square. The whole bunch of us ended up having 15 minutes to run from the next stop (which was a rather long way away) to DBS arts theatre, heavy+numerous bags and lousy shoes and all. Uh, talk about an exhilerating theatre trip! At least we didn't get shut out or anything if they had such a policy against latecomers. Which we weren't okay. Our running skills are l33t. Despite me shrieking at the start of the run because everyone knows I hate running.

The plays pretty much made up for the day, the twist of light and darkness was a refreshing and original idea in Black Comedy and the way the play unfolded reminded me of inspector calls! All in all the experience was hilarious and I rather enjoyed it, those of you who missed them aww I feel sad for you!

But uh, even though it was such an exhilerating journey to the theatre I would prefer not to have another of it, thank you so much god if you're listening.

PRODUCT FOR SALE

2008-03-06T00:12:00.004+08:00

Today was the last day you could have worn your dear dear RGS pinafore SO I HOPE YOU HAVE PROPERLY TREASURED THIS OPPORTUNITY!

Unfortunately my belts have decided they hate me for neglecting them for the past few weeks and therefore have started a silent rebellion. Two out of three of them have defied Newton's Laws and morphed into air particles while the last one...fell out when I got off the bus without me noticing.

Uh, it wasn't that I was unobservant! (even though I admit that I am) it's just that I was rushing to school after I missed my bus stop and went all the way to bus interchange! Like you know, PANIC MAKES ONE FORGET! And therefore I was walking like a pregnant lady briskly to RJ without noticing (partly also cause I always hugged my file to me and so didn't notice the sudden uh, wider flow of air) until I passed the RI gate when I suddenly realized my pinafore was waving freely about me.

And therefore begins a day of Creativity and Innovation! Upholding Rafflesian values of Thinker Leader Pioneer! The first thing I used for a belt was a tie which unfortunately was a little too obvious and could be spotted from afar. ATTEMPT NUMBER ONE, FAILURE. LESSON LEARNT: GREEN BLACK WHITE IS NOT A GOOD CAMOUFLAGE AGAINST DARK BLUE.

Nevermind, Perseverence is an admirable virtue! And so zhixin proceeded on her long and tenuous journey in search of the PERFECT SUBSTITUTE FOR A TIE.

Second attempt: A JACKET.

That helped me through the day. At first it was Nata's jacket, except that she wanted it back during econs cause she felt cold. I then borrowed Andrea's jacket, conveniently forgetting to return her at the end of the day and suddenly realizing that she wasn't going to the lit play on saturday night too. DAI.

Apparently she was too far off from the school when I called her so I ended up passing her jacket to Arias so that she could have it on sat when she went for dance. Unfortunately this also meant that I was beltless, once again.

ATTEMPT THREE, AFTER BEING BORED AT ZHIHUA AND YINFEI PLAYING THE PIANO:
THE INGENIOUS MP3 EARPHONES.

Hey they work pretty well as a belt k! Not only do people fail to notice it unless they've been staring at me for very long, you can also listen to your mp3 on the way (with a slightly longer earphones for comfort!) I CAN MARKET THIS PRODUCT K, THE BELT CUM MP3 DESIGN! Not only do you not need belts anymore, your mp3 can hang off your waist as a fashion statement! Imagine a lovely white ipod hanging off your waist providing a lovely contrast against whatever colour your uniform is! And if your uniform is white-- well go get an mp3 which isn't, unless you want camouflage :D COME COME BUY THIS PRODUCT NOW!

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YAY LAST DAY OF THE TERM, SO FAST. On one hand it's good old holidays which nobody will say no to, on the other it's not really holidays cause of everything that will go on and also it marks the end of A VERY FAST TEN WEEKS.

I really don't want all this to end, because I don't want university and work and life with all its reality and pragmatism and calculative and scheming people.

A SPACE IN MY HEART

2008-02-25T00:41:00.003+08:00

I shall present this post as a tribute to both 409 as 09S05C!

For niners:
I know everyone's been busy but I know somewhere down there we all know what we've been through, up from OBS all the way till now, and hopefully to eternity-- WRITE A POEM FOR IT TO OUTLAST MOUNUMENTS ETC HAHA AS SHAKESPEARE SAYS!

Eternity reminds me of donne's poem. Ever since that "Wit" we watched during Lit. Karliang and Leonard actually memorised it wow. "One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally, And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die. " Quoted from wit, "the comma is the space between life, death, and after-life. Not an exclaimation, not a semi-colon; a comma-- a comma, a breath, is all that separates death and after-life." OMG SQUEE, all of us went whoaaaa and got terribly inspired. After properly looking at the sonnet I think Leonard might be right about the resignation in it, it does sound pretty weary, unlike donne's typical all-out arrogant tone:

"Death be not proud; john donne

Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die. "

It has too many commas to be arrogant methinks. I mean the content alone sounds arrogant, sure, but if you put in the commas and stuff you realize it has this underlying tone where he sort of gives in to life, especially the last two lines-- "one short sleepe past, wee wake eternally, and death shall be no more" --as if he's trying to convince himself that death is but a short sleep. Don't you think this poem is damn nice! -goes all starry eyed-

But I shall not give you a lit analysis here yesyes. Just to tell you all that lit is super duper fun and YOU ALL SHOULD HAVE TAKEN IT.

And that Othello, the guy and not the book, is so stupid you feel like throwing a shoe at him whereby he will turn the other way and go "THANK YOU FOR THAT SHOE!"

S05c is a conglomerate of interesting characters, I think mostly because of our unusual subject combinations, ie anything that is not pcme or bcme. If I could I would like to observe and interact with everyone in the class (okay, not everyone), but as it is now I can only speak from a relatively superficial point of view, and perhaps mostly about the more outspoken ones (the "more outspoken" is an understatement).

I seriously think all that RI similies are going to screw your similies up, I mean I'm sure you have stuff like "as high as a hyena/hy--- (think in terms of a membrane)" or like "as new as newton" lah! Pretty soon everyone's going to have stupid similies like that and then maybe one or two will find their way into your lit or gp or econs essays or something. Then you will DAI as bad as a badminton!

Which reminds me, we have a tongue twister for pang: "PRIVATE PANG, PICK UP AND PACK UP YOUR PONCHO!"

And we have a name for the other pang (ie kevy) too! PERVY KEVY HAHAHA.

And then there are the jokers in class who always incur "SHUDDUP LAH" from other people LOL. THEY DESERVE IT MAN, I BET WE'RE VERY BEHIND OTHER CLASSES NOW BECAUSE OF THAT HAHA.

Nevertheless, despite all that insane noise from 5C I still miss the jokes of 409 from the sleeping in class in the morning to the singing of random songs like "NI SHUO GUO AI JIAN JIAN FANG XIA HUI ZOU GENG YUAN" to class lunches and outings to everything else under the universe, I hopehopehope I don't forget them but it seems my memory will fail me and perhaps that's a good thing so that you won't long too much? Whatever it is--

"LEFT YOU A SPACE IN MY HEART!"

Wow. (not the lanning game.)

2008-02-20T23:01:00.003+08:00

So-- it's week eight already, unbelievable ain't it! I don't believe it myself either. Time never used to fly by this fast. In RGS it just sort of lumped past. Like a legless blob.

As you can see I have a new blog template. It's not completely tweaked yet but I don't think I'll be hardworking enough to go tweak it so it prolly will stay like this. Yes, grey background and all. Grey is a lovely colour because THE WORLD IS NOT BLACK OR WHITE. Plus I am proud enough of myself for managing to accomplish the different layers in a box feat so there's that! And I like the photo thankyou very much and yes it is deliberately noisy :D

But if the text is really too bad for your eyes do tell me, I might muster up some energy to fiddle around with it. And other things if you really have violent objections. Not regarding the font on the picture.

Actually I find myself getting weary of keeping this up; there are so many things happening that you just lose the energy to record them down. And I recall some essay we had to do about blogs during english last year, something about it being exhibitionist-- I would agree. I wouldn't mind about that since I am perfectly aware of it, just that currently being on display seems too much of a humidity in an atmosphere already crowded with many things. Therefore you better bring your umbrellas in case it rains on this blog.

RAINDROPS KEEP FALLING ON MY HEADDDDD!

I'm glad for any thursdays we skip, thursdays are always the most hardcore days with five straight blocks in a row consisting of all our major subjects. Unfortunately it also means we need to have a make-up for physics and maybe for other subjects as well since I suspect we're quite behind. And not entirely because of holidays. (hems at class) LIKE CHICKEN COOP LIKE THAT.

Today we had combined PE with the guys of our class which was an interesting experience I would say. Especially with a certain over-enthusiastic individual. I say over with a very good reason. You would agree with me if you saw him hug tightly a fellow classmate in his eagerness to get the ball.

Not a good experience.

Poor guy.

Got whacked on the head violently by gankarliang, thankyou for your holy blessing! I think i have a baluku as a gift from you. You should bestow everyone with this invaluable and priceless present as well.

Anyway I'm fast dozing off already, ENJOY YOUR JC LIFE PEOPLES AND UNTIL NEXT TIME!

HELLO I'M BACK

2008-02-10T18:47:00.001+08:00

Okay I'm back from Malaysia not sick, not food-poisoned, not murdered or robbed or raped or assaulted to death but instead with a few or rather quite a number more angbaos than I would have gotten if I stayed in singapore so yay!

I'm not dead yet don't worry though this blog does give a bit of that impression but APPEARANCES DECEIVE and you are smart enough not to be deceived aren't you!

what is different in malaysia

1. grr, this isn't exactly a shocking piece of news but I still have to mention it-- WHY THE HELL IS MY COUSIN SUDDENLY SO TALL. He's two years younger than me and I think twice as tall. I arch my head a lot to look at him. He's worse than kenneth or leonard. Or at least, that's the impression he gives me. I feel like one of the little people in gulliver's travels.

WHERE IS THE JUSTICE, LIKE I SAY.

Some people grow too tall for their own good. Hmpf.

My reunion dinner was spent in silence because my uncles happen to be the silent type though I'm not sure about the strong. My cousins also got into accidents and lost their voice boxes. Hallelujah to the north pole in penang.

Then again it was too hot there to be north pole. You would think that Malaysia, being so close to singapore, would get a little of the monsoons-- but no. Malaysia loves to be opposite that of whatever Singapore is.

2. NO CHEWING GUM. NO FIRECRACKERS. NO NOTHING.

So much for being opposite singapore. Yes, you don't get chewing gum selling by the highway stores anymore. Neither do you get firecrackers. Trust me, you haven't seen real firecrackers if you've been spending chinese new year in singapore all your life. There are those you can light up, hold up, and watch it shoot mini real fireworks into the sky. There are those you light up, throw into the river and watch it go off in a fountain of water, sparks and lots of smoke. AND THEY ARE ALL GONE THIS CHINESE NEW YEAR. Only of course the illegal stocks. Which of course uh, we didn't get at all! really!

3. My cousin is the same age as me and she's practically married off to her boyfriend already apparently, according to The Gossipmongers.

He even sent extra huge same-size-as-lobsters prawns and abalones for chinese new year gifts.

He happens to be the same age too. I think.

My mum heartily disapproved of it and said we might as well be indonesian maids. She also said she would rather us be like my other cousin who's not married at 30 and having a rather successful career. She also has had quite a number of boyfriends. Rich too, I say.

4. Jing He my little 10-year-old cousin suddenly grew almost as fat as Ri Jing my 8-year-old cousin. And trust me, that is quite a major change.

Considering his weight.

Which happens to exceed mine already.

5. MY CUTE CUTE CUTE CUTE SQUEE BIG-EYES COUSINS JIA CHEN AND JIA YANG OMG THE WAY THE WALK AND THE WAY THEY ACT IS SO CUTEEEE WHY THEY HAVE SUCH BIG EYES SO ABSOLUTELY SQUEEABLE WHEE!

Uh. Don't mind me :D

OMGG SQUEE. Looking at them you almost think babies are okay!

Almost.

Not quite.

Not enough to make you want them :D

Heehee

2008-01-31T01:17:00.000+08:00

I have abs okay!

Why PE is not necessary

2008-01-25T17:14:00.000+08:00

I shall attempt to present an entirely objective view instead of a purely subjective one where I rant on about how PE sucks (which you all already know).

Let's see. First of all there is the question of WHY WE NEED PURE RUNNING. The answer is: we don't. Running in the ancient years was a survival technique so that we could get away from tigers and evil wildlife when we were weak, naked and helpless. Now that we have conquered them there is absolutely no need to run at all, except if you're talking about chasing the bus or getting away from evil rapists. The latter is an entirely different matter except for the fact that they are even more evil than the animals who only want to eat you. For that, I think self defence might be more useful instead of running. Really. Of course there is always the case where you are the evil rapist or robber yourself and you're trying to get away from the cops, but since we're supposed to be conditioned by society and since I don't think the school wants us to run away from the law etc, there is no need to equip us all with the skills of running. If it's for chasing the bus, you know the next bus will always come in a few more minutes, or if it's the last bus, there's always the taxi. Technological advances have rendered running completely useless and really, it is time to keep up with the times.

It also follows that the more successful you are, the less you need to run. I mean, I doubt you've ever seen the president or the prime minister or even the CEO of some company running unless it's in their private gym in the comfort of air con and treadmills where they can adjust the speed and run in comfort. Hell, most of them probably don't even bother driving their own cars, they have chauffeurs for that. To argue in the economical sense, running does not come into the equation. It does not help you increase your wealth at all, unless you're one of those gym companies trying to kope people's money, and in that case you don't even do the running yourself.

If you want to argue that running helps you keep fit, I would like to propose that there are really lots of other ways to do so with more benefits than pure running. Team sports, for example, like soccer, helps you improve your stamina and at the same time improve social skills like cooperation with your teammates which will be great use in the future. Pure running, on the other hand, only makes you more antisocial. Case in point would be me. There is nothing that makes me more pissed than having to run 7 rounds around the track where throughout I was cursing the idiots of the PE system and the NAPFA system and finally got so pissed that I skipped the last round and scowled at everyone I saw.

There will of course be the maniacs who actually like running (coughkevyandariasandaudreycough) and in that case I am very happy for them. However, since the school and the education system agrees with TO EACH THEIR ABILITY AND INTEREST I think they should follow this belief all the way through and let us opt in or out for running. After all, not everybody likes running or is good in it, and for every other subject we have a choice of whether to take it or not. Even chinese which most of us are happily rid of. Why not a choice for PE as well (and the totally pointless napfa test)?

Let the maniacs opt for running and spare the rest of us pretty please with the threat of death.

An introduction to dear S05C.

2008-01-17T22:36:00.000+08:00

Well I must say I settled in my class rather comfortably considering matters! Not to say I don't miss 409 (I still miss 409 lots and lots and rgs too) but seriously--

MY CLASS IS FULL OF CRAP.

If you've been in any of my lectures which have asked for volunteers you'll know why.

"HOANG THE THE THE GIA! -clapclapclapclap- HOANG THE THE THE GIA! -clapclapclapclap-"

"WHEN I SAY GUI-LA YOU SAY ME,
GUI-LA-ME! GUI-LA-ME!"

Seriously.

During sex ed talk:
"Can I have the cleverest girl out here please?"
-pause-
"KARLIANG! KARLIANG! KARLIANG!"

If you know him you would agree that karliang is not a guy but a girl. We have no idea how she managed to enroll into RI but our guess is that she put RI in all her choices for PSLE and didn't get found out.

Karliang also happens to be kevyna's rejected/current girlfriend, we have no idea what's happening there cause one moment kevy has rejected her and the next they're calling each other "boyfriend!" "girlfriend!" Which I'm not very happy about because kevy IS SUPPOSED TO BE MY SCOUT. MINE!

During lit class we had to come out with examples using the list of literary devices on the board to describe RJ. These are what we came out with.

1. As fast as fast food (simile + alliteration k)
2. Mrs ___ is as long-winded as the Great Wall Of China (name censored to protect privacy etc, this is supposed to be hyperbole though the more she talks the more I think it's perfectly apt)
3. oink! I'm hungry! (THIS IS MINE, I LIKE PIGS. I DON'T CARE, WE MAKE OINK SOUNDS WHEN WE'RE HUNGRY. NOT GROWLING.)
4. The giant lattice structure of our bonds! (I haven't forgotten chem yesyes but every time I see chem notes or tutorials I feel HAPPY HAHA cause I not taking it anymore!!!)

...kay you get the idea.

Every time there is a lecture which needs volunteers you are almost certain that it would come from my class. Popular nominees are GUI-LA-ME and HOANG THE THE THE GIA!

During civics:
Mrs Chan: "When it comes to CT rep, between a himbo and a nerd I would prefer a nerd!"
Us: "LeoNARD! LeoNARRRD!"
Karliang: "I'm a himbo!"
Me: "No, you're a BIMBO!"

During introduction in econs class where we were supposed to say our favourite movie/show:
Me: "LustCaution!"
Ms Ong: 0.o "You not supposed to watch yet!"
Me: "Uh. I watched the censored one!"
(next number happens to be leonard)
Leonard: "I LIKE LUST CAUTION TOO! THE UNSENSORED ONE!"

And yes, our J1 batch has dilligently started mugging already. This behaviour has scared our dear seniors the J2s as well as surprised our teachers who apparently "have not seen j1s start mugging so early before". Wonder what that says about our batch!

The funnest game ever...

2008-01-08T17:12:00.000+08:00

...is STRIP ME IF YOU CAN.

My entire body is aching currently from all the running, partly because I never got my lazy butt up to do any exercise during any time of the holidays. Also partly because I ran like crazy with Germaine to get pegs HAHA, we ended up getting at least 16 other coloured pegs and a few more of yellow.

K I think the guys didn't appreciate this game as much as we do, I recall running around with Germaine and thinking that the number of guys seen out in the open seem to be astonishingly little. Also that the number of OTHER HOUSES guys seem lesser than that of bayley-waddle's. Hmm. Wonder why!

I think there were at least a few times where a guy fell down and a huge bunch of girls swarmed to him asking whether he was okay while trying to grab his pegs at the same time. Whee! The OGL who saw the guy fall was fiercely protective though and got us to back off before we could get any ):

I HAVEN'T PLAYED CATCHING FOR SUCH A LONG TIME, THANK YOU OGLS FOR RELIEVING SUCH FOND MEMORIES!

And also for all your hardcore hard work put in for this orientation, you guys are amazing-- it seriously is a lot of effort, right down from the props and banners to the plays and batch dances and songs, and of course war games/station games/amazing race. Thank you!

T'sparanza 2008!

I still object to the SONS OF SINGAPORE lor wtf, I refuse to sing that word everytime. I think we should all boycott it and sing YOUTHS OF SINGAPORE instead, I mean I understand all about tradition and all that bullshit but IT'S TIME TO MOVE ON WITH THE TIMES. If you're going to have a college with both sexes and still adopt that anthem at least change it just that little bit to accomodate us.

If the entire school sings YOUTHS OF SINGAPORE nobody can stop us right :D

On the day of the amazing race at our last station, just when we were about to start running to catch people from the other OG...

-rain starts pouring-

"RUN TO SHELTER, QUICK QUICK! GET YOUR THINGS!"

Huge mass of people starts shifting towards the white tents at the end of the beach.

Me: -dodges under a couple of umbrellas shared by a bunch of guys- "EH THANKS AH" and finally stopped being lazy to get my umbrella out when the rain started getting heavier

-reaches tents-

-stones there with people-

-rain stops-

-everyone starts venturing out again. After a couple of steps the rain starts pouring again. Everyone scuttles back in.-

-repeat process five/six times-

Things that happened during O night
1. We actually got second for war games 0.o
2. Thomas Heng hid Mateusz's handphone in the dustbin and had to get it out for him with plastered rice grains all over and all -.-
3. We wore nerd attire! HEY SOME PEOPLE ACTUALLY LOOK VERY CUTE K, THEY SHOULD REALLY KEEP THAT HAIRSTYLE. We discovered a good hairstyle for them!
4. We had to do the batch dance twice amidst a mass of confusion and lack of space, and differing tempos for the second time we did it
5. We met our new class and got a piece of paper telling us how STUDENTS OF THE PAST HOR THEY SAID THANK YOU AND PLEASE BUT YOU DON'T! THEY SAID THEY WANT TO THROW PAPER AND YOU DON'T! THEY SAID WANT TO GO TOILET AND YOU DON'T! THEY DIDN'T SAY VULGARITIES AND no need to tell you what you do.
6. Burning of t'sparanza!

This week's still rather slack, free blocks everywhere and early going home times (finally!) so that I don't have to get ticked off every time I get home (like it's my fault). So far the huge lecture halls are not a bad thing, I get to see people I know and niners-- a pity we have SITTING PLANS -.- maybe we can just ignore it and sit anywhere we like, oh can't we pretty please!

2008-01-06T00:30:00.000+08:00

Okay I didn't blog on last day of the year.
Neither did I blog on the first day of the year.
And I didn't blog on first day of school either.

Which means I missed out everything first and last.

AWW!

I'm here to say I'm damn high now cause I'm looping our batch dance video on youtube! And also that--

I MISS FOUR OH NINE DESPERATELY.

THIS MIGHT JUST BE THE LAST POST OF 2007!

2007-12-28T21:10:00.000+08:00

Five more days to RJ!

I've decided to blog again because after all, when school reopens you (supopsedly) won't have much time to blog! (we shall happily forget anything yours truly ever said about the reversal of what's supposed to happen and what truly happens and pretend we really do what we're supposed to do -nods-)

What's there at RJ:
New campus!
New location!
New canteen food!
New shopping centre! (downgraded from shopping centreS)
New toilets! (HEY TOILETS ARE AN IMPORTANT PART OF EVERY PLACE YOU VISIT K, WORTH A MENTION)
New subjects (well technically only econs and GP, and even GP isn't all that new)
New classes ):
Ex classmates! (well, only two for me)
Two years of slavery, toil and trouble!

For those clueless about what's going to happen, this might help, if you haven't found out already. Enclosed is a very colourful map of our beloved school so we won't get lost trying to find the entrance in future (cough)

I should be preparing my mental introduction (after all, Preparation Is Important For A Good Everything)

-sees future schoolmate coming-
-telepathies-

well, I DID say mental.

New year resolutions (starting early is always good)
1. Sleep earlier. Like at one.
2. Please, please try not to sleep during econs or GP class even though they sound extremely, exceedingly boring. Oh yeah, add Maths and Physics to the list as well. Lit would depend on the teacher. Thank god I'm dropping chem.
3. Always take the lift for floors more than three.
4. Cheat on PE rounds whenever possible.

...okay wait, I'm not supposed to think of ways to be lazy in my new year resolutions, sorry

3. Get lots of growth spurts
4. Eat lots of food and junk food and ice cream
5. WHEE

By the way, my favourite song currently is the one that goes

you yi ge, mei li de xiao nü hai!
ta de ming zi, jiao zuo xiao wei!
ta you shuang wen rou de yan jing!
ta qiao qiao, tou zou wode xin!

XIAO WEI AH, NI KE ZHI DAO WO AI NI.
WO YAO DAI NI, FEI DAO TIAN SHANG QU.
KAN DAO XIN XIN DUO ME MEI LI, CAI XIA YI GEEEE
QING QING SONG GEI NI!!!

(I should go back to doing internet quizzes so I won't be this bored.)

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS MY TWO FRONT TEETH.

2007-12-26T00:25:00.000+08:00

Seeing that it's (slightly past) christmas I shall blog! (SORRY I'M LAZY LAH)

Frankly this blank box stumps me. I mean, I would love to see it filled with text but how do you fill something with coherent text unless you have something to say? And it saddens me greater and greater just to see the date of the last blogpost so long away but no matter how hard I try, and try, and try, and try, and try, the date just wouldn't be more recent! And so I press the red cross at the top right hand corner when I'm faced with a blank blogger box and go back to maintaining my braincells at a state of inactivity... (fine you probably could tell all this is obviously me trying pathetically to keep my blog alive)

HAPPY BOXING DAY EVERYONE!

Dad to brother:
"You can open your presents on the 26th! Do you know what 26th is called? It's called BOXING DAY, not because you go around boxing people, but because you go around opening BOXes!"

What I got for christmas:
LEGO BLOCKS :D

I would introduce you to our mr dog, but I am too lazy to take a picture of him.

One thing I have against RI is-- WHY THE HELL ISIT SO BLOODY HUGE. Just to get to RJ from the bus stop I stop at I have to walk one huge round around it before I get to The Future School and Mel says the distance from RJ to Junction eight is equal to the distance to her house. While some people have to walk long distances for busstops. And she says she's too lazy and therefore she's going to take a bus for that distance back home. hmpf. (WHERE IS THE JUSTICE)

Meanwhile my sister is making productive use of her time levelling up her maple character. She is currently level 52 and she makes a Noble Resolution: "BY THE END OF HOLIDAYS I SHALL LEVEL UP ANOTHER THREE LEVELS!"

(yes I've informed her enough about the brain cells she's murdering but no, she doesn't listen. She couldn't even remember the floor number of her tuition centre which she has been going for the past half a year. Need more evidence of negative brain cells?)

And while she's fulfilling her noble ambition,
I
am
locked
inside
my
house.

Well, unless I'm going out with my parents.

Technically this is considered grounding. Just not officially.

Which is why I've been bored out of my mind for the whole holidays.

And which is why I'm actually kind of looking forward to school (BET YOU NEVER KNEW)

And also why this blank space prefers to stay blank. I mean, what can you write in a blank space about your days spent in your house?

What I've been doing this holidays:
1. Sleep
2. Eat
3. Sleep more
4. Eat more
5. Drop hair (my mum says I'm BALDINGGG)

What I haven't been doing
1. Gain weight (runs away before getting killed)

I think I might have a tapeworm. A long, ginormous, ugly tapeworm filling up the space of my stomach and crunching my food like koko crunch. And having lots of little tapeworm babies. And holding parties during events such as christmas. They have nice chicken dinner inside.

Well thank you kind tapeworms for helping me keep my weight, though I would greatly prefer you to really graciously step out of your current humble residence and relocate to somewhere else. Preferably the ditch.

My Wonderful Enriching Educational Holidays

2007-12-14T21:26:00.001+08:00

Apologies for the lack of entries, laziness is kind of like a syndrome which comes with holidays so we all get sent to the pig pens for lots of mud rolling and lolling around at the pace of a -273.15celsius atom. You would think that the arrival of holidays would prompt more entries than nearing exams. It's a reverse psychology thing, where certain slakcers might even feel inspired to start mugging now. Might. This rule has an exception: muggers will still mug on. YOU GO, KIDS!

Kay I suppose I might as well mention something about how my holidays are going on. I mean, I have a life! I do! It just happens to consist of lots of stoning at home because my parents think I have Evil Motives of going to the library. Therefore, no library. Most parents would actually encourage their kids to go libraries but nah, not my parents. BUT IT'S TRUE, KNOWLEDGE IS EVILZ.

Let's see. First we had a retry of Kudos from yahoo games. Got bored of it because it didn't approve of my unconventional ambition of being an actress and made me a poor, penniless, miserable and reclusive garbage collector (who got more money than when she was an actress). Maybe that's a Message From God telling me that I am destined to be poor and penniless and off slaving for some science profession.

That reminds me, I'm now currently stuck: SHOULD I TAKE H2 CHEM OR NOT! On one hand, my brain just unwinds into one long strand of intestine when I think of two more years of hardcore chemistry. On the other, H1 chem is useless. Also, h2 chem looks more impressive apparently. And opens up your options.

On the practical side I should take H2 chem and H1 econs, not the other way round. On the side going NOOOO GO DAI IF YOU TAKE IT side I hate chem and I suck at it and I never want to see it again nor do I want any job to do with it.

In summary, MONEY MAKES THE WORLD GO ROUND vs YOU TRAITOR IF YOU DARE TAKE IT.

Any good advice would be appreciated, though they'll all get turned into the merry-go-round of zhixin's self argument. Of course very good advice would be helping me compare econs and chem and telling me how much of RJ fails either.

Then we went on to Build-A-Lot which basically got me insanely playing it nonstop until it denied me saving in the middle of the game because I got too l33t and they didn't want me to cheat their money by continuously playing their free five minutes thing. So I got pissed at it and stopped playing. What a pity, it was fun. I was building millionz of castles and earning billions k! I shall consider a future in uh, being a tycoon! (I LUB TYCOON GAMES)

OMG WHY AM I NOW CALLING ME AS WE. Okay I shall uh, attribute that to the Voices inside me. Yes. Including the Voice Of Rita, who's currently happily holidaying away with japanese guys in japan. Aww no GE for more than a week with her britain guys! (shh I didn't just tell you all about rita's numerous affairs, bet you all never knew! HIDING BEHIND HER INNOCENT FACADE! uh wait. What innocence.)

The highly irritating game of http://www.eyezmaze.com/tontie/v1/index.html . Tell me if you get past Level 10. I hates it. I never get past level ten. Shurrup certain person who did. Will proceed to hugs my teddy bear.

And FREERICE, donate rice to the poor! Quite addictive too. http://www.freerice.com/ Except for the fact that you decrease intelligence with every wrong and only increase it with three correct in a row. Ah, for the purposes of donating rice! Sacrifice your poor self esteem! (and don't cheat k, don't think I don't see your dictionary.com on a different tab)

We have MAX PAYNE too, on playstation when Rita and Zhi hua came! I SHALL TELL YOU HOW WONDERFULLY FUN IT IS TO BE SHOOTING EVERYONE WHO COMES IN YOUR WAY GOOD OR BAD AND EMOING ALL THE WAY ABOUT YOUR DEAD WIFE AND CHILD WHEN YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE UNDERCOVER :D It is a very very fun game okay, go play it and shoot baddies and goodies and emo about nobody lovez you because the police comes chasing after you too for killing innocents when you're supposedly on their side!

And of course, when you're tired of emoing you can jump of the parapet. Or bomb yourself with your cocktail/grenade. All done accidentally, because-- MAXPAYNE HAS EXPERIENCED PAIN TO THE MAX AND HAS HAD ENOUGH.

(sorry, I couldn't resist it HAHA)

AND THE TV SHOWS. WE CAN'T FORGET THE TV SHOWS. After watching Doctor Who and Torchwood in hongkong I have returned to singapore to watch the entire of doctor who season 2 and bits of season 1 and 3 before getting bored. Now I'm at Torchwood and I can sort of see why my sister says it's more exciting HAHA (sorry zhihua :D) I mean, first of all you have JACK HARKNESS! OOH JACK HARKNESS! And second, jack harkness! Third, Jack harkness! (okay shurrup zhixin and stop being bimbo) Fine they have lots of other good stuff too like ~~a lot of flirting! Sex! Homosexuals! Bisexuals! Heterosexuals!~~ JACK HARKNESS! Uh, good filming with interesting perspectives and exciting storylines too yes!

As you can see, my holidays has been uh filled with enriching and educational stuff indeed. I've been so wonderfully preoccupied it's unbelivable I can find time for blogging k! And also I've been uh clocking service hours for my family by teaching my younger bro How To Write Essays! We almost had one where the housewife falls off the window while wiping it and the family were very happy because she was an Evil Stepwife/mother and tortured the kids and she was very happy too when she fell cause she sekretly had an affair with Hades but someone pushed her into the Reincarnation pool and cruelly separated them and she only did those Evil deeds cause she wanted to be reunited with him, sniff, what a moving love story! Of course there was the one with the alternate ending where she fell down into the garbage container underneath and the garbage man collected her to dump her into the incinerator and her family collected her convenient ashes straight from the dumping land of garbage. YAY.

But my sister tells me that Compo Essays Must Not Have Deaths, Love Or (something else, can't remember) so we didn't use those endings in the end ): I mean, they were so much more exciting!

OKAY THERE, A BLOGPOST :D I'M PROUD OF MYSELF!

Special (compulsory) promotion for smokers!

2007-12-02T01:42:00.000+08:00

For just fifty dollars you get a fishbowl ala Harry Potter's Bubblehead charm to go off with your oh-so-funky cigarette! Not only can you now smoke inside your fishbowl and look cooler, you can also make more value out of a cigarette! After all, with the increasingly atrocious prices of cigarettes, I'm sure all of you want to make full use of each and every cigarette! And now, with our newly developed technology of fishbowls, you can now smoke your cigarette, exhale your smoke, and inhale them all in again! What more do you want? And for a further benefit, which I'm sure none of you care for seeing the rate of which you all pollute our lovely streets, you can keep the smoke to yourself and not harm innocent non-smokers!

And if you add another fifty dollars to your fee, you get an upgraded, first-class version of the fishbowl, the phonebox! It'll definitely be more comfortable to smoke in a phonebox than in a fishbowl and you can pretend you are travelling in a GLASS tardis ala Doctor Who, so hurry up and grab this special promotion now!

---

I currently feel like a wrinkled sausage or patches of desert sand or salted fish or whatever, my skin obviously does not like cold climates. Every morning there I woke up and felt like some old wizened person approaching a century old. IT DOESN'T FEEL GOOD TO BE OLD. ME DOESN'T LIKE OLD. After sixteen years of not giving me much trouble if any my skin rebels on me and turns all dry the moment I go Hongkong! And it doesn't even snow there.

-growls-

Have decided that the purpose of having holidays is for you to realize HOW SO GREAT YOUR DEAR MOOTHERLAND IS WITH WONDERFUL CLIMATES THAT AT MOST REQUIRE AN UMBRELLA. And jackets only when you're in a freezing air conditioned room. Not when you step out onto the street. Living here gets you used to feeling hotter outside a building than inside. Unfortunately the reverse is true there.

What makes Zhi Xin go all worshipy towards the mighty homeland
1. Fabulous climate which doesn't dry up your skin!
2. FANTASTIC FOOD, ROUND EVERY CORNER.

Food is good. More food is better. Lots of delicious food is best. No food is bad. REMEMBER THE MANTRA. Your Stomach Matters.

I think we probably lived in the wrong area or something, we couldn't find food (or decent food at least) and most of those we ate were overly oily. They actually sell Maggie noodles in soup with the only other ingredient being a piece of oily ham floating on top. I think I make better Maggie mee. (and that is why in the end we resorted to having instant noodles for supper with my mother being very embarrassed at the fact that we were carrying instant noodles back to our hotel openly without plastic bags, it being apparently a very shameful thing. Hey, instant noodles are good okay!)

On the way to Hongkong the plane started shaking about and there were lots of announcements going "PLEASE LEAVE YOUR SEATBELTS BUCKLED, DO NOT GO TO THE TOILET, THE ATTENDANTS WILL NOT BE SERVING YOU ON THE AISLES FOR SAFETY CONSIDERATIONS, THERE IS AN AIR TURBULANCE BECAUSE OF A TORNADO" etc etc. I'M SCARED, MUMMY. I'M SCARED OF DYING. IF EVER I DIE PLEASE KNOW THAT I LOVE ALL OF YOU. TRULY AND DEEPLY. In fact I started persistently asking where the life jacket was and stopped asking only because it was getting a little too dizzy to even turn my head over. And of course, the upside of the plane trip was that-- IT HAD HAAGAN DAZS ICE CREAM HAHAHA.

Warning: Overload of photos, since apparently people like to see them, don't ask me why.

Showing some love this christmas!

"I HAVE met Jackie Chan before okay."

"Uh, add Bruce Lee to the list too. Even though he's dead. WELL it's called suspension of disbelief, as zhihua loves to say!"

Want to bet who's going to win this? The odds are 148894187141 to 1, guess on which side.

Preparez for Battle!

WOT.

My brother got jealous and wanted to pretend to be a tree.

One thing I have to say about Disney: they are extravagant. Seriously. They go ALL OUT in decorations and everything, it's damn breathtaking when you walk in. MY SISTER AND I WILL DO BETTERRRRR IN OUR FUTURE THEME PARK OKAY. MAKE SURE YOU PATRON IT. AND GIB LOTS OF MOONAY.

See what I mean, they even have a personal disney MRT line with mickey mouse handholds.

Not to mention, a disney window and a statue of I think it was snowwhite beside.

On a side note, I have decided that I hate theme parks. Which is why I'm building one. (is logical k, goes in line with my last time motto I HATE LIGHTNING MAGES WHICH IS WHY I BECAME ONE when I was still playing maple.) In fact Disneyland didn't have much in terms of rides, but it had a breathtaking fireworks performance and a fabulous parade filled with spirit and lots of awesome decorations and effort so I shall say I pretty much liked it.

I still say I hate theme parks. And Rollar Coasters. Especially those which go left and right and up and down. Don't even think about upside down.

Whee?

More whee? (the mickey mouse's actually balancing on the jet of water, zomg ultimate coolness)

Mum's turn to go mad.

The moment we got there....

Sneak preview of the parade. Love the costumes, love the dances, love the floats.

Be Cinderella for a day etc! With a castle and a moat around! Of course that is assuming you're Cinderella after the prince happened to get the shoe fitted around her foot.

Familiar pose :D

And the lights come on at night!

Don't you just love christmas!

(my mum loves to take this kind of group shots in front of everywhere we go just to prove that We Have Been There.)

See what I mean.

We Have Been There #3.

If it wasn't already cold enough down there, it was definitely freezing up there.

And then we arrive at LAUNDRY STREET! To our utmost disappointment there wasn't a single piece of laundry hanging out. Or a laundry shop. MISLEADING NAME MANZ, NAME IT PROPERLY CAN ORNOT.

This, is what you see at Laundry Street.

Bet you never knew that the onions you grew for science experiments could grow flowers!

My mum wanted to lug a plant back onto the plane I swear.

And this is where my sister and I were horrified at the cruelty to the poor poor fishies stuck in tiny little plastic bags.

OCEAN PARK. DON'T GO THERE UNLESS YOU WANT TO BE CHEATED OF YOUR MONEY. THAT IS ONLY IF YOU HAVE A LOT OF IT.

Okay fine it wasn't that bad I suppose. And taking into regard my hatred for theme parks and all dizzying rides you shall be uh, unbiased in your judgement.

What Ocean Park Had
1. Very, very, very, very, very, very slow and long escalators. Which might have been enjoyable in uh, slightly different circumstances :D
2. Lots of cheenamen and women pushing and plodding around and cutting queues in toilets and speaking loudly and hogging spots for endless photos.
3. Toilets that were not very impressive, so as to say.
4. Performances that pale to Singapore's Underwater World (this is stated by my dad who, according to my mum, is the first time she heard him praising singapore)
5. Tiny tanks to house the sharks

But otherwise it was fine. Truly. Lots of pwetty sea creatures, seeing that we didn't sit the rides except for happy swing.

WHEE ANIMALS. (they are living things too! which is why uh, one huge splotch of photos to them! we lubz them don't we!)

JAWS. COMING TO EATS YOU. TEETH! HUNGRY, HUNGRY, THOSE TAUT THIGHS--

Black dolphins, beware. They look like sharks swimming under the water. Mainly because of their fins.

It's called OCEAN PARK for a reason okay.

Itsy bitsy wormsies poking headies out (to the tune of Itsy Bitsy Spider)

THIS IS CALLED, LOVE. FUSED AS ONE. YOUR BRAIN AND MY BRAIN. CYBERMAN SAYS SO.

And then, finally, the place where you see dirty handprints of famous people, made valuable because THEY ARE FAMOUS. Too bad. If you're famous you can make a handprint too and people will kiss it.

Awesome skyline, I know.

(my brother happens to love jackie chan.)

Um. That's not me! Really! Of course that is my sister you see there but the other person's not me!

To end it all off, this final photo to see an INVALUABLE zhimin's WTF expression.

Fine, I was lying. The last photo ends with Zhihua's seductress look. I INSIST.

zhihua WHEEEEEEE! says:
LOL YOU THEN SEDUCTRESS LOH

♫ ' zhixin ] ∂ tell me how all these, and love too, will ruin us says:
HAHAHAHAHAHA IS YOU!

zhihua WHEEEEEEE! says:
YOU!

♫ ' zhixin ] ∂ tell me how all these, and love too, will ruin us says:
IS YOUUUUUUU

♫ ' zhixin ] ∂ tell me how all these, and love too, will ruin us says:
YOU'RE THE SEDUCING ONE

zhihua WHEEEEEEE! says:
YOUUU

♫ ' zhixin ] ∂ tell me how all these, and love too, will ruin us says:
you're batting YOUR eyelashes!

zhihua WHEEEEEEE! says:
I was just standing there innocently

♫ ' zhixin ] ∂ tell me how all these, and love too, will ruin us says:
you're looking downwards!

zhihua WHEEEEEEE! says:
I NEVER

zhihua WHEEEEEEE! says:
I CLOSED MY EYES

♫ ' zhixin ] ∂ tell me how all these, and love too, will ruin us says:
with a predator look!

zhihua WHEEEEEEE! says:
blinked!

zhihua WHEEEEEEE! says:
WTH?!$$LVL

zhihua WHEEEEEEE! says:
I DUN HAVE A PREDATOR LOOK

♫ ' zhixin ] ∂ tell me how all these, and love too, will ruin us says:
i was only having a victory sign!

zhihua WHEEEEEEE! says:
you were grinning in this 'OOOH COME HITHER" way

♫ ' zhixin ] ∂ tell me how all these, and love too, will ruin us says:
YOUR HEAD

zhihua WHEEEEEEE! says:
all I'm doing is looking like a....

zhihua WHEEEEEEE! says:
.....satisfied cat

♫ ' zhixin ] ∂ tell me how all these, and love too, will ruin us says:
YOU ARE LOOKING LIKE A CAT WITH NARROWED EYES

♫ ' zhixin ] ∂ tell me how all these, and love too, will ruin us says:
LIKE NALA

zhihua WHEEEEEEE! says:
WTH?!

♫ ' zhixin ] ∂ tell me how all these, and love too, will ruin us says:
WHEN THEY SANG CAN YOU FEEL THE LOVE TONIGHT

zhihua WHEEEEEEE! says:
*is not amused*

♫ ' zhixin ] ∂ tell me how all these, and love too, will ruin us says:
THEN HE POUNCED ON HER

suffer your shirt to blanket the night says:
is

suffer your shirt to blanket the night says:
amused

♫ ' zhixin ] ∂ tell me how all these, and love too, will ruin us says:
AND SHE WAS UNDERNEAT

♫ ' zhixin ] ∂ tell me how all these, and love too, will ruin us says:
AND GIVING HIM THIS NARROWED CAT-EYE SEDUCTION LOOK

zhihua WHEEEEEEE! says:
WTH?!

zhihua WHEEEEEEE! says:
GO DAI ZHIXIN

zhihua WHEEEEEEE! says:
YOUR IMAGINATION

zhihua WHEEEEEEE! says:
OVERACTIVE

suffer your shirt to blanket the night says:
i agree though

♫ ' zhixin ] ∂ tell me how all these, and love too, will ruin us says:
HAHAHAHAHA

Here's to five days of no me...

2007-11-25T22:27:00.000+08:00

...because yours truly is going to Hong Kong!

Will promise a MUCH LONGER post when I get back, hopefully completed with pictures (though that's a little typical). Past week has been either bore or havoc lately so nothing much to blog about. NO DIRTY LAUNDRY PLEAZE. We keep them stinking in cupboards, along with the creaking skeletons of murdered people.

TILL THEN! Lots of lurbxz etc. xoxoxo. muacks. -inserts more bimbo sayings-

Somehow I have this feeling...

2007-11-15T21:42:00.000+08:00

Does anyone else have this kind of feeling that going to RJ is like uh, what they have in chinese during those Ancient Times where the female gets married off to the guy's house and is no longer considered part of her family-- I'm serious! DON'T YOU SEE MANY ASTOUNDING SIMILARITIES:

1. We're moving over to their territory
2. We're getting their crest
3. We're getting their motto
4. We're getting their tie
5. Okay, we're not getting their uniform (obviously) but all they have to do to their uniform is get a pleat at the back of their shirts while we get a brand new one

SEE, ALL THE EVIDENCE POINTS TO IT. WHY'RE WE GETTING "MARRIED" OVER!

---

Prom night was interesting in the sense that I get fussed over by my mum and my neighbour for over an hour over the very tedious and mind-boggling task of ...my makeup -.-

From this point onwards people will expect me to start putting up photos but since being the lazy person that I am I shall not put them up HAH. Go beg from others! I just have record-breaking things to say about the prom though--

1. LEEQI WORE A DRESS ZOMG DESPITE DECLARING ADAMENTLY THAT SHE WOULDN'T
2. SIYI WORE A DRESS TOO!
3. Rita looked like a taitai HAHA
4. Zhi Min didn't come in jeans and shirt noooo why!
5. Yinfei didn't come in her gown WE WERE SO DISAPPOINTED.

and not so record-breaking things

1. Zhihua complained/whined about her hair throughout (what else is new!)

Rita's reaction when I told her that Thomas was going to be playing piano there for half an hour was hilarious, you should have seen her WALAO face since SOMEONE bet with him five bucks that he wouldn't appear at prom night :D Someone's not paying up though AWW.

And our amazing Rita managed to sleep so late that she awoke at 12 plus pm the next day right in the middle of testimonial collecting and went OHSHIT before frantically trying to contact me. Since I was sitting in the not so optimal position right behind Daveen I obviously could not answer the call that openly, RGS student or not (HEY I'm a GUAI student okay, I still obey school rulez and come in school uniform unlike some people who come in FBTs and flipflops coughs! wonder who HAHA) In fact I was pretty sure she heard the vibrations only she chose not to do anything about it.

Well being a guai student obviously didn't stop me from doing things like uh, SMSing right in front of the staffroom and Jteo whoops.

I HATEZ THE ENDING OF TITANIC, WHY DOES JACK HAVE TO DIE. Looking back at it Rose was destined to live and Jack not lor ): The signs all pointed to it, Rose going back to get Jack only heightened hopes but didn't do anything about Jack's survival in the end. Jack would have died anyway if she didn't go back to hack his handcuffs apart and didn't get off the lifeboat to run into his arms. Of course you can always argue that Rose could have let Jack get onto the wooden thing instead and sacrifice herself to the cold but obviously Jack was always too much of a gentleman to let her do that ): So much more of a gentleman than Carth, WHY DON'T THE BADDIES DIE FIRST!

Of course none of this whining has absolutely anything to do with how hot Dicaprio is, none at all :D

(voice in head goes "HOT GUYS SHOULDN'T DIE IN SHOWS" before getting squashed)

Notice some, ahem, astounding or maybe-not-so-astounding coincidence? JACK AND ROSE ARE BOTH IN DOCTOR WHO HAHA. IS THAT AN INDICATION THAT THEY SHOULD BE TOGETHER EH!

Note to myself:

2007-11-10T01:10:00.000+08:00

1. NEVER, NEVER, EVER, watch a horror movie again.

An NC16 one.

At night.

NEVER.

Unless it's a very very lousy one we can laugh at.

I will praise the director for his excellent use of colour and symbolism and parallel storylines and music etc, but I must admit I don't appreciate getting shocked from fake lull of peace into sudden FULL BLOOD AND GORE. or maybe that's what horror movies are about. Which is why I'm never watching another one.

I must also admit my eye muscles don't appreciate squinting throughout the entire movie which is a tiring thing to do, you can go try it yourself. Towards the end my eyes were so tired they wanted to relax so much but I was so scared that once they did I'll get another one of those shocks and die of fear or something.

It'll be quite sad to die in golden village, plaza sing.

So the three of us, rita jnanee and me, were huddled together for the last part of the movie and got laughed at by people like kevy. I must add that having people around didn't help anything. Squinting and covering my ears did. Unfortunately it meant that the screen either appeared in slits or in blurs. And seeing that the movie was korean...well it just meant that you didn't understand what the hell the people were saying most of the time cause you were too busy preparing to close your eyes once anything happened.

If you were interested the movie was The Last Breath and I didn't get most of it cause I wasn't really watching it. And I was wondering why the hell didn't the characters connect together in some weird way and was trying to make sense of the head and tail without the body.

HOW COME EVEN AFTER KNOWING THAT ALL THE CLICHES LIKE SCRATCHING NAILS AND FLICKERING LIGHTS AND LOTS OF BLOOD WERE INSIDE THE MOVIE I STILL FEEL AS SCARED AS EVER AH.

Grr. NO MORE HORROR MOVIES. Let my soul rest in living peace and let that be the FIRST and LAST horror movie ever.

Well actually that was all I would never do again.

Or probably might actually. Despite my resolution.

After all, you never can tell the future.

Though it'll be a very sad one if I ever watch anything like that again.

But I must advertise for it! Watch it for everything included in one, Oedipus complex (only girl with stepfather), necrophillia, psycho wives etc etc! And not to mention fabulous colour and contrast and sound effects, if you get turned on by being scared.

...it was quite nice lah I suppose, if I ignore being scared. Since obviously that is the intention of horror movies -.-

Class chalet was fabulous, thankyou kevy and siyi for the planning! Though I was so tired after the amazing race I just went to sleep after I bathed when we got back. Smart rowena figured it was our own school for the first anagram we got :D I must say, i suck utterly at anagrams, never can figure out the jumbled words.

Physics comment was funny, it said something about me being an "independent learner", translated, HEY I DON'T NEED YOU FOR LESSONS!

And I apparently "developed maturity and sophistication" in my writing for lit and english from last semester's "needs to develop maturity and sophistication", so I'm quite amused by that. HEY PROGRESS!

Why oh why am I taking a H1 chem along with my LEMP, TELL ME! I'm so utterly going to hate it. Yes. Growls.

Maybe for all you know my chem standard will miraculously improve or something and I'll fall in love with the subject next year! And pigs will fly and dinosaurs will be reborn!

Announcements to make:

2007-11-02T22:02:00.000+08:00

1. HAH, no need to ever see chinese papers EVER AGAIN! GO MEET YOUR DEATH YOU EVIL ONES, YOU'VE TORTURED MY POOR LIFE ENOUGH!

2. Unfortunately my computer timed its holiday very well, it started its strike right after O levels.

3. Everything technology which belongs to me hates me.

4. You can tell from the fact that my handphone took a dive into the lovely toilet bowl to compete for Singapore in the Olympics.

5. As chinese goes, this is called BU4 ZHI1 LIANG4 LI4.

6. It is still working (i suppose) after a lot of wiping and shaking. Unfortunately the front cover can't be fitted back, the sounds have a very whiny pitch to it and there're horizontal lines running through the screen. Someone tell me that's a, uh, sign of recovery?

7. I hate you computer. I hate you handphone. I hate you, I do.

8. LAST DAY OF SCHOOOOOOOOOOOOL
...ever, at least in RGS. That's the end of four years. 102'04, 202'05, 309'06, 409'07, with the last two being a damn awesome class. What I feel about us, I've mentioned before; I'm not going to be repetitive, even though the feeling's still the same. TripscienceLiters, I'm glad we all chose the not-so-conventional path and ended up in this class. From here on we diverge; will we still meet up as a class in future, or will we just fall to pieces like all my classes before? Only time can tell, no matter how many love declarations we post to the class.

9. Progress reports were MODERATED for the first time ever in my four years of RGS! Zomg YAYNESS. THE GODS HAVE BEEN KIND!

IN THE JUNGLE, THE MIGHTY JUNGLE, THE LION SLEEPS TONIGHTTTTTT

10. As for subject combinations, high chance I'm going to be taking physics lit math econs. I can take extra subject since I don't know which one to take H3 for. I can take H1 chem. Or I can take the conventional PCME with H1 lit (highly reluctant to). Or I can stick with just 4 H2 subjects. Or I can dump econs and take chem. Or I just forget about chem since I hate it utterly much anyway. Unfortunately the world seems to think it's important.

When have I ever listened to the world anyway, maybe I'll just follow my own wonderful combi which doesn't lead to anywhere according to the world. The world's taking PCME. Hi, world. Take PCME to end up with the world of bore!

11. -falls into further depression-

LION KINGGGGGG

2007-10-28T14:12:00.000+08:00

I really, sincerely wanted to type this in chinese, but even my chinese programme has given up on my hopeless chinese standards and has decided not to work so that I won't carry out my plans to blind everybody/asplode everybody's brains. I IS HATEZ YOU, CHINESE PROGRAMME. AT LEAST HAVE SOME FAITH IN ME!!!!!!!!

It seems the more chinese papers I do, the worse my chinese standard becomes. I used to be able to pass close passages. After doing a few more chinese papers, I started failing and then the fail mark became progressively closer to zero. Someone kindly explain this phenomenon? -squeak- For all you know by the time O levels arrive that mark will meet its finishing line at zero. ARGHH. -bangs head on wood-

I wish that idiot next block would stop singing with the karoke volume up to atrocious levels. Esepcially on an afternoon perfect for murder. (Fact: People tend to kill when irritation levels go up. Fact: Hot afternoons are irritating. Fact: People who sing horribly for entire BLOCKS of people to hear are irritating. Logical conclusion?) This has forced me to turn my itunes volume up to atrocious levels too, and when two concurrent music tunes clash, it becomes even, more, annoying. My brain is threatening to squash my skull.

Things Zhi Xin would like to murder on the spot now:
1. That idiot next block.
2. That idiot next block.
3. That idiot next block.
4. Everything chinese. Especially morality essays. Ie, every compre passage you've seen.
5. That idiot next block.

ARGHHHH. I feel like shirlynn. I hope she never finds my blog. Anyone who knows her please don't tell her I said this.

Okay I've decided to be Resigned and turn off my itunes. This means I only feel like killing the idiot next block. I should stop visualizing her untimely and delicious death. EVERY RELIGION ADVISES ME NOT TO KILL. Unfortunately religions like sacrifices too. Maybe God will like her as a sacrifice.

I shall think about other things. For example, how the newspaper keeps reporting on the ooh they're sooo intelligent Yip family! Their fourteen year old son and twelve year old daughter have FIFTEEN As IN O LEVELS BETWEEN THEM! Their five year old son is ALREADY READING ENCYCLOPEDIAS! ZOMG SUCH GENIUSES!

Fact of life: If your child can do something by the age of THREE, IT IS A GENIUS. BE ALERTED. ALL CHILD PRODIGIES CAN DO STUFF BY THE AGE OF THREE. ALA MOZART, ZHANG AI LIN ETC ETC.

How to be a certified genius:
1. Read lots of [insert subject] books to your unborn child so that the moment it gets born you can
2. DUMP PSLE/O LEVEL/A LEVEL ON IT.
3. Make sure it does them.
4. If it passes them, IT IS A GENIUS!!!! THE YOUNGEST RECORD HOLDER IN THE ENTIRE WORLD!
5. Next, after passing A levels, register it into Harvard/Yale/Princeton.
6. Make sure it gets in.

BY THE AGE OF HALF YEAR OLD IT WILL BE THE YOUNGEST PERSON EVER TO GET IN HARVARD/YALE/PRINCETON!

Congratulations! Your child is a genius!

Unfortunately this leaves the question of WhatNext.

Um.

7. Because the purpose of studying is ultimately to get a job, and because your child is already a certified genius, your child will skip university levels and graduate at the age of two and a half. With a PHD. IE, your child will be the youngest PHD holder EVER in the history of anyone! Your child can go to work now!

8. Unfortunately, not many companies want to employ a two-and-a-half year old kid. Genius or not.

9. -blanks out-

10. DO SOMETHING, YOUR CHILD IS A PRODIGY AT [INSERT SUBJECT], DESTINED TO BE THE GREATEST GENIUS EVER IN [INSERT SUBJECT] AND DESTINED TO DO [INSERT SUBJECT] FOR THE REST OF ITS MISERABLE LIFE! WHEE CHEMISTRY FOR THE REST OF ITS LIFE, EXCITING!

11. Ohnoes.

12. Read a chinese morality essay on XIAO3 SHI2 LIAO2 LIAO3, DA4 WEI4 BI4 JIA1 and sue the author.

13. Bang your head on the wall and let your child play maplestory or something.

This doesn't stop me from still wanting to kill the idiot next block.

This doesn't even help me in future for a Genius Kid because I'm not going to have one at all. Might be useful for yinfei though. -nods-

I WANT TO KILL THE IDIOT NEXT BLOCK!!!!!!!!!!

By the way, GO WATCH LION KING!!! It are heart love kiss and everything good and sugar! WHEEEE!

merry go round mary make sound

2007-10-22T20:41:00.001+08:00

There are VOICES in my head. Disregarding The Voice Of Rita, because she claims she's imaginary and has been screaming for me to start killing people, there's this one that sings rather merrily:

You is stupid you is dumb.
you sticky like bubble gum.

Ask my head, don't ask me. Anyone interested in playing Continue The Rhyme!

Twice:

2007-10-21T01:50:00.000+08:00

the number of times I got asked for my IC when I went to watch Lust Caution.

Grr. -indignants- I look 16, I do! Aunties were blind! Insist! I mean, why would they ask for my IC twice!

Now I know why I shouldn't even attempt to sneak in anything that is beyond my age. WHY DON'T I HAVE AN OLDER SIS WHO LOOKS LIKE ME.

Then again I wouldn't want that, I'll probably claw her eyes out more.

---

I have, indeed, been working very hard for chinese by having two papers out of sixty eight thousand done. One of which I almost failed and the other one I haven't bothered to mark. I blame xinmin's warped way of setting compres. Someone should tell them that they do not set questions with answers all over the paper and a question with an answer that you find before the answer to the previous question. Someone should also tell them that their compres are awfully boring and that their answer sheet is warped and doesn't make sense. They ought to also be informed that They Suck, and they should stop screwing with their students' grades.

Of course it can't be my chinese standard, what say you!

I have originally prepared a long lengthy speech whining about chinese in general but nobody needs to know that :D I should learn from the RI guy in my tuition class who got I think A1 for chinese, he dumps in whole chunks of idiotsms into his essays. Amazing how chinese works, I think they have an entire separate grading system just for using idioms. It goes something like this:

Idiots used: Marks given (over seventy)
≥100: 70
≥ 90: ≥ 65
≥50: ≥60
≥10: ≥50
0: Uh, forget it you noob, prepare to dai! How can you not make use of the Greatishness of our Wonderful Ancestors' invented phrases! You have NUL RUTES, you, you, you upruted plant or ie moving animal! Why are you a bloody animal and not a plant! A tree has better chinese knowledge than you, it has MYTI RUTES and it stays in one area DINKING UH-BOWT LAIFE and APPLI-SEE-A-TING DA PRESONT.

---

Note of caution: Do Not Send your kids in future to catholic schools, look at how they turn out!

Fact #1: Zhihua is from St Anthony
Fact #2: Yinfei is from MGS
Fact #3: Rita is from CHIJ

SEE SEE EVIDENCE. IT'S ALL THOSE SURPRESSED HORMONES COMING OUT OF REPRESSION AND BEING IN OVERACTIVE MODE. YOU GET FANGIRLS AND PORNY PEOPLE AND LATE HYPERACTIVE HORMONES. STOP TALKING ABOUT SEX OR SAUSAGES OR SCREWDRIVERS.

Luckily I got transferred out of canossa convent after two years before too much damage was done -nods seriously-

List of Random (and Not So Random) Facts

2007-10-11T11:48:00.000+08:00

The only reason why I'm blogging right now, right here, is because I've been chased unceremoniously out of my dear classroom which is always used by the ~~beauty breast and enhancement~~ beauty beast and enchantment class. Now, I understand that our lit teacher is extremely fond of our dear classroom and I wouldn't blame him for that, only that I would rather have the class to myself and a few other classmates to eat and drink in peace because now I have to ~~resort to eating and drinking sneakily in the computer lab~~ uh, use the computer lab which isn't as cosy and nice as our classroom!

I must confess, I'm b-o-r-e-d and there's a prefect in the row of computers right in front of mine. Hello prefect! -drinks from bubbletea-

Zhi Hua shoved her Time Traveller's Wife book at me this morning and asked me what "blow job" meant. Arias, Lei Can, Yin Fei and I immediately turned around and stared at her. "YOU'RE NOT SERIOUS ABOUT ASKING THAT QUESTION RIGHT!"

Leican gave a brilliant definition:
"Uh, blow job is when you go to the salon and perm your hair! That's where you have lots of air coming down, like uh BLOW!" The three of us immediately agreed very vigorously at her excellent definition.

Zhi Hua looked puzzled. "Rita says it's a wrong word!"

Um, does anyone have any idea why Rita said that? I mean, it's as innocent and right a word as there is! Tsk, Rita sees too many sexual innuedos in perming hair. I KNEW Pornotron was the right name for her.

(the prefect and friends have just left the lab so now I have free rein! WOOHOO. TIME TO WRECK HAVOC.)

Random fact #1: if you keep curling up tighter and tighter, you get smaller and smaller and will eventually disappear.

This is why turtles never disappear. They can't curl their shells up too. They stay and stone at you and populate reservoirs and drains with their populations.

Anteaters, on the other hand, do. They can't control their curling. They try to eat their tails. This is why you don't see many around.

Porcupines are too spiny to disappear. They'll prick themselves in the process. Maybe that's why a large number of them are masochistic. I wonder how they, uh, carry out their reproduction processes.

I feel like curling up.

Random fact #2:
1. Nokia doesn't have matriarchal in its dictionary. At least, not mine.
2. The keyboard only has this symbol: ^ but not the one facing downwards. On the other hand there's V and W in the 26 alphabets so I shan't complain.
3. Still, I somehow find the word "chalice" objectionable.
4. Maybe I'm just being overly feminist.
5. Ohwell.
6. Sushi is nice.

Not-so-random fact #3:
Deborah Tan's going over to Sports School.

Does anyone else find that amusing?

Not-so-random fact #4:
I'm bored.

You probably could tell.

How to steal your own car, as zong xian demonstrates

2007-10-08T01:47:00.001+08:00

Despite it being cut like crazy, and despite my apparent SEVERE lack of money...

I still want to watch Lust Caution pretty please with a cherry on top and lots of wild berry ice cream!

That'll unfortunately have to remain a sort of fantasy for the moment until I manage to scrouge enough money. Which reminds me, lena hasn't returned my change for mcdonalds.

Went over to cousin's house today for her second kid's one month old birthday and jia qing kor took 2 seconds to realize who I was while my auntie told me "wah, so long never see you you change so much!" I'm supposing that that is a good thing and that hopefully it means that I don't look as noob as before which my sister is more than happy to affirm to so I shall be flattered by that two seconds taken for recognition and laugh at my sister for looking "still the same as before".

On a random note, my brother set off the car alarm of my father's car today. Don't ask me how that works.

-blurry bubble-
-dissolves-
-fades in-
(as you can see I'm perfectly familiar with film transitions for memories despite sleeping throughout that editting lesson!)

Zhi Xin sits at the back of the car by herself happily smsing away.
Zhi Hui stands outside of the car (I think, I've no idea where she was at that exact point of time)
Zong Xian sits in the driver seat and trying to be smart.
Mum stands outside the car looking bored and waiting for Dad to come back from shitting.

It was a fine and peaceful moment in life just like any other ordinary moment when all of a sudden......

BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP ETC ETC

Zong Xian runs out of the car.
Zhi Hui rushes in the driver seat and tries to figure out what's wrong.
Zhi Xin stares up horrified and tries to cover her face.
Mum starts freaking out.
Zong Xian continues hiding behind the car.
Zhi Hui screams that it's Zong Xian's fault.
Mum wrings her hands.
Zhi Xin continues her futile attempt while wondering how long it'll take for the police to come and arrest us for trying to steal our own car.
Guy comes to investigate what the hell is going on.
Guy sees middle-aged woman with three kids.
Guy comes over and tries to help.
Car continues beeping.
Guy presses buttons on car keys

-sudden silence-

Zhi Xin, Zhi Hui and Mum thank Guy.
Zhi Xin, Zhi Hui and Mum get out of car to join Zong Xian at hiding behind the car after being sufficiently traumatized by car functions.
Zhi Xin found it vaguely amusing.
Scratch that, Zhi Xin found it more than a little vaguely amusing.
Zhi Xin, Zhi Hui and Mum try to find out how the hell our wonderful brother managed this feat.
Zhi Xin, Zhi Hui, Zong Xian and Mum get away as far from the car as possible until Dad comes back from shitting.

Hey, you have to admit it's a novel experience, trying to steal your own car! Point to note for all potential robbers out there, bring a family when you're trying to steal a car and try to look as helpless as possible when the car alarm sounds. Of course, it'll help if you have the car keys as well.

ONE MINUTE OF SILENCE

2007-10-07T01:49:00.000+08:00

Oriental died.

One minute of silence, please.
[silence]

[/silence]
THIOCK MURDERED IT. WE DEMAND JUSTICE. WE DEMAND REPRIEVE. WE GRIEVE FOR OUR POOR KITE. IT WAS ALIVE THE LAST LESSON BUT DIED AFTER THIOCK'S SEEMINGLY INNOCENT SUGGESTION BUT WAS IN FACT AN EVIL PLAN TO MURDER ORIENTAL.

-cries-

We should have been more vigilant and protected Oriental more! Now it can only stay on the ground and not have its nice horny flying dreams. WE'RE SORRY ORIENTAL, WE ARE!

So for the rest of the session while everyone else was happily flying their kites we stoned in the middle of the field while persistent rita laboured on, the perseverent advisor that she is! King Robot is proud of her! Under me with her as my advisor the regime will flourish! (she has also brought Oriental back in a determined bid to resurrect her! TRULY A MODEL RAFFLESIAN THAT EVERYONE MUST FOLLOW.)

On our FIRST EVER trip to WEST COAST PARK (because east coast park's field was closed off for renovation or something), Lena and I spied a playground upon entering!

Lena: ZOMG LOOK I WANT CLIMB!
Me (follows along)
Rita: You have to climb on all fours for that!
Lena and I starts climbing on all fours
Lena reaches the top of the first segment.
Lena sees flat stretch of second segment which is 1m above ground.
Lena starts screaming.

[continues screaming]

[finally decides to give up and gets down the climbing thing]

Ms Ning: WHO WAS THE ONE WHO WAS MAKING SO MUCH NOISE OVER THERE AH!

We wonder who too!

After we gave up on Oriental and decided to go Macs to enjoy aircon, drinks and food, we see lots of angmoh kids. Lena thinks they're very cute and offers a foolproof plan on how to get them: "Next time you go marry ang mor and get ang mor kids! ZOMG SO CUTEEE I WANT"

TSK.

Yesterday was RJ orientation! Went around begging for sweets for myself AND FOR ZHIHUA AND YINFEI AS WELL.

Me: HI! Can I have a sweet?
Guy: Sure.
-takes a sweet-
-takes another two more-
Guy: One sweet.
-hands them to zhihua and yinfei-

Hmpf, do I look that greedy! -indignants-

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Finally, reply to tags cause obviously I have been uh neglecting my tagboard, oops:

•arias: uh uh not me, I proclaim my innocence! Them! I'm not the one squealing about sausages! -innocents-

•leican: HOW DO YOU KNOW, maybe vanessa hudgens isn't all that nice! And zac efron is an idiot anyway, entertainment industry is made better because of these idiots! We get more free entertainment!

•zhihua: -agrees with rita- YOU BIASED, BIASED! WHY IS TENNANT AN EXCEPTION! and is not logical lor, what talk you! We have decided that we don't believe your innocent facade! Anyway I ship doctor/doctor, YAY. ME HAVE JACK. ME WANT JACK. WHY HE DANCE WITH ROSE.

•rita: GOOD ADVISOR. Look people, follow your advisor! She is wise! She hails your king! And you're so pornotron lor, INSIST.

•coqdorysme: You have to admit, the blurness provides for a lot of laughter! She repels points like dartboards repel arrows :D and yah lah you own one-- BIG DEAL. YOU CAN'T EAT IT. REAL SAUSAGES CAN BE EATEN. Good boy, you're trying to preserve his innocence! You can go get the camera, i get the tripod!

•yinfei: I AGREE WITH YOU, SHE MUST BE PRETENDING! lol your parents, now we can't go zhihua's house to watch doctor who ):

•stace: NOT MY FAULT I SWEAR! they started talking about condoms! I'm innnocent I tell you, innocent!

•T: Uh. Figure out yourself :D Will not provide any clues! Condoms be good, have safe sex etc!

•kersh: Wow. Is the sky finally falling!