Hello.

Okay, so I was wrong saying that I would be on a hiatus. I'm such a slacker. But then again, I came online to download the Hamlet (@$#%^&) and Fluvial Cycle (@#$%^$%) ppts from asknlearn, so, NOT SLACK HOR.

Yeah, and today we played the predator/prey game. Frogs rock (except singing ones).

Wait a minute. Tomorrow's the geography test. What am I doing online?

Damn. If I fail the test, I'm never going to forgive myself.
Nah, who am I kidding? I don't give a hoot (toot) about geography and you know it.

I HATE HAMLET.

There. That's the painful truth. I don't care who dies, who lives, who transcends. Just get over it.

I am so going to flunk Hamlet.

Another thing is, I received a chinese e-mail (and I seriously thought it was from my Nanjing buddy), and I was struggling to read it (the font was miniscule. serious). After deciphering the characters, I realise it was an advertisement for dian4 dong4 qing2 qu4 wu4 pin3. aka electric sex toys.

WTF? o_O

Um, in case anyone thinks otherwise, F-shit doesn't refer to anyone you think it is.
Yes, I'm completely sure.
Unless I tell you who that person is, whoever you think F-shit is is WRONG.

Okay, guess I made that clear.

Oh, and I made a pun! :D

Dentists are really plucky.

Geddit?
HAHA.

Anyway, I guess I'm gonna be on a EOYs-induced Hiatus.
That's better than the 10-years hiatus I would be on if I got a GPA of 0.1.

EOY is such a vile acronym.
eww-o-why.
Yuck.
I'm sinking into an abyss of lunacy.
I'm putting on an antic disposition.
Whatever!
I'm going NUTS.

Watched Pirates of the Caribbean today.
Two and a half hours!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I learnt a single, most important lesson today: Never, I repeat, NEVER eat cheese nachos while watching a @$#%^& long movie.
The cheese will lump at the bottom of your stomach and make you feel SUPER uncomfortable and it is REALLY nauseating.

URGHH.

Also, use the toilet before you watch a @$#%^& long movie or you would regret it.

But it was really worth watching!! :D
Johnny Depp is great as a swashbunkling pirate.

Why??
Why must it be Y??
5 marks!!
5 god-forsaken marks!!

Okay, sorry 'bout that.

We had our chinese test today, but actually, who cares?

Looks like we're gonna be busy for the next few weeks or so.
*flips through handbook, mumbling to self*
test...
test...
test...
test...
shoot, maths VIVA...
shoot, Hamlet test...
test...
shoot, Hamlet exam...
shoot, End-of-years...
shoot, End-of-years...
... ...
HOLY SHOOT, THE TRIP TO THE GOD-FORSAKEN LAND! (okay, okay, i'm highly biased and inaccurate, so shoot me)

Yep, you get the idea.
Already I get the sense of impending danger.
I can feel all the depression, stress, turmoil around me.
And of course, all around, we hear stuff like, "Die, only 4 weeks leh! How?", or "I made a timetable for the EOYs but didn't follow through it.", or, "MUAHAHAHAHA, DIE STUDENTS, DIE!!!".

OH NOOOOOO.



Hamlet is R(A), or at least NC(16), I guess.
I'm not sixteen yet!!!
How can they pollute my *ahem* young and innocent mind?


Oh, I agree with you, yy.
F-shit sucks! I swallow.
F-shit is a biased neandarthal!
F-shit should stuff F-shit's head into a cesspool of dinosaur faeces! (it would do F-shit good, I guess)
Note: the F of the above is not an abbrieviation for a vile profanity, you dolt!

Anyway, F-shit should remain shut up in the shallow, hollow and heaven-knows-what filled space she calls her brain, and not come out to show us her face, which can induce mentally sound people to run about naked, screaming, "Argh!! My eyes!!!".
And, she can cut the act, cut the crap, and basically cut her wrists and bleed for all we care.
AND, can she please stop acting like she is this deep, philosophical person who can memorise the entire tang shi 300 shou backwards?
AND stop trying to show off to us her knowledge of Chinese, her knowledge of the world and stop thinking that she is oh-so-freaking smart and worldly when she is just completely, absurdly SHALLOW.

Yes, you ARE shallow, don't try hiding the fact.
Making fun of others when you are no better off, insulting people who own shoes you don't deserve even to lick, hurting others with those empty, brainless words only worthless enough for you.
Two-faced, pain-in-the-behind git.

What? F-shit is not a she? Nah, everyone can see the plainly that F-shit is, indeed, a woman.
I mean, Random streaks of PMSing?Hot flushes?It's obvious, isn't it?Those are signs of menopause, duh.

I hereby bid farewell.

The rest, is silence (not with F-shit's continuous flow of empty words, though).

:D

It's officially over.
We have handed in the LA documentary.
Talk about kiasu-ism.
We're practically the firrst group to hand it in!
All our hard work paid off in the end-- the meetings at Linette's house for the editing, the interviewing of the people, the need to have to ask a #%^&^&%&^* person for help, and having to be made utter fools of, and of course, the end of staying up late to complete Annexes and Tables and Reflections and CSP proposal modification ALL AT THE SAME TIME.

Speaking of the #%^&^&%&^* person, SCREW YOU.

Hey, but still, why let a bad memory spoil our Jubilation?
The #%^&^&%&^* person would be gone with the wind before we knew it.
GOOD RIDDANCE, THANK HEAVENS.

In the meantime, YAY!!!

YAY!!!

Pop the champagnes!!!

I completed my part for GEOGRAPHY!!!

AND E&I!!!

YAY!!!

*yawn*

Good Night.

World Cup is officially over.
Oh man, I stayed up to watch the match and throughout the whole day I was halfway in the land of Nod.
Then once I got home I slept for like 2 hours.
*Snore*

The match was not quite what you would expect.
Okay, so Italy was the predicted winner, but there were many twists in the match.
Like, as everyone should know by now (unless you lived under a rock and had no friends), Zidane did a header to this Materazzi person (who scored Italy's goal, I think).
headbutt <--(check this out).

OUCH.

The commentator was saying something like "It's a bad, bad memory to leave on someone's tummy." Haha, LOL.
But I think Materrazi provoked Zidane, you see, there was this part of the video where he was like guarding Zidane, then Zidane was like "Hey, shoo!" (or something), then Materazzi was like showing this mocking face and probably saying something like "Ooh, you're old and bald and you'll be LOSING!! Muahahahaha.".
And then, Zidane went preparing for his header, then "Wham!", he totally slammed into that guy's chest.
Some people say that Materazzi provoked Zidane with a racial slur.
Not very nice.

Anyway, he still won the Best Player Award.

Oh, and after the Italian won, there was this guy, number 9 or something, who stripped down to his briefs.
It was white.
Yuck.

Zidane is really inspirational-- When in doubt, use your head.
That memory will go down in the History of France Football.
Classic.

Oh, and by the way, I'm going to return my gown of three year to the Choir on Monday.
Thinking about it makes me feel, sort of, um, sad.
Okay, so I basically hate it, it's pink, it's made up of fat layers, it makes you look like an overstuffed cream puff (strawberry), but it has been with me for like, two and a half years?
I swear, I have been wearing the same gown for that long.
It's sort of a love-hate relationship, like those most girls have with ice-cream.

The thought of returning it, never to wear it again.. Well..
Wait, shoot, cross that out, I NEVER want to wear it again.
But that's not the point.
Point is, it has been with me for so long, it almost feels like having a nice, quiet, reliable (ok, not that reliable) friend around, albeit a fat, pink, butt-ugly one.

Also, returning it is like forever leaving choir.
I mean, that is the ONLY possession I had left of choir, besides the old, faded choir tee of the yesteryear.
And yes, I lost my choir badge.
DAMN.
Three and a half years and 'poof!', it just disappears?
DANG.
Why am I getting so emotional at this point of time?

LOL.

I'm going to pay my last respects for my friend, the overweight gown.
My condolences to anyone else feeling the same as I.

:o

We're DONE!!
It's COMPLETED!!
YAY!!
:D

Plus I just got my "highly coveted, inimitatable certificate".
Hoorah! (Why does that sound gay?)

Speaking of gay, sorry Yunxuan, I didn't mean to insult your favourite hobbit, Lahm of the Shire, by mistaking the 'Gay Referee' as him.
OOPS.

No hard feelings, eh?

We got our class tee today.
:)

I have done the UN essay.
:)

The new maths teacher was.. er.. OK?
But don't count your chickens before they hatch.
:P

I ate at the Golden Arches today.
Damn.
:(

CIP was cancelled..
:S

Italy won.
I actually wanted to watch the match, but I let fatigue get the better of me.
:P

My mum and sis are squabbling outside.
SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
>:(

This is fun.
:D

Seeya!
:))

Germany lost.
I caught the last few minutes of the game.
But you can't blame me for not trying, I actually set an alarm!!!
(But I fell asleep after turning it off)


I really have nothing to blog about.




I'm a lone wolf. :O

I've been tagged!
1. Do the following WITHOUT complains
2. Choose 5 person to do this after you completed yours
3. Leave a tag on the person's tagboard to say he/she have been tagged.
4. Start your post with "I have been tagged!" then do this.
I have been tagged by : Youbao
Current Mood: Frustrated. I'm doing my LA, I don't know how to do!
Current Taste: Salty. Just had my lunch.
Current Clothes: Some sailor-moon tee and fishy shorts
Current Desktop: Spongebob the Movie
Current Toenail Colour: Pink?? The normal colour?
Current Time: 3.28 pm
Current Surroundings: Hot and stuffy computer room, with the radio at 972. :(
Current Annoyances: The radio playing chinese oldies, the LA homework due Tuesday
Current Thoughts: Shit, I can never finish LA
First Best Friends: Um. Some P2 girl and guy (when I was in P2)
First Crush: I don't know?? Some P2 guy, I guess.
First Music: Some chinese song called 'qiao1 qiao1 men2'
Last Cigarette: ? I don't smoke. I hate cigarette smoke.
Last Drink: water.
Last Car Ride: um. I'm not sure.. Last Friday, the Taxi ride provided by YY. Thanks!
Last Crush: Don't know lah. I don't like anyone. BLEAH.
Last Movie: Remember(ing??) the Titans. It's not bad+free.
Last Phone Call: Yesterday, to my mum.
Last CD played: I don't listen to CDs.
Last song played: Bad Day, Daniel Powter
Have you ever dated one of your best friend: No, I'm not les. I don't have boy best friends. I don't date either.
Have you ever broken the law: Jay walk? Chew gum? Ate on the train/bus? Yeah.
Have you ever been arrested: Nah.
Have you ever been on TV: I don't know? Maybe??
Have you ever kissed someone you dont know: Um.. I don't think so.
5 things you are wearing: My specs. My clothes (2). My underwear (2, duh).
4 things you done today: Messaged my friend, tried doing LA, msn-ed, bloghopped, quarelled with my sister
3 things you can hear right now: The irritating radio, the cars on the road honking, my mum talking
1 thing u do when you're bored: Sleep
I've tagged ... ... ... ... ...I'm nice, I don't wanna tag people, but if you wanna do, do lor. :)

We went to Linette's house to do the LA film editing.
It was fun. (to a certain extent, how 'fun' can doing projects be?)

You know how some security guards really get on your nerves while others make you feel absolutely welcome?
Well, the Azalea Park security guards are of a higher level than that, surely.
You can say they have achieved nirvana in the art of security guarding.
Let me introduce you to 2 of the security guards there, both of whom I'd like to nominate for the "Best Security Guard of the Year" award.

Kumar (names have been changed to protect their identity):

Creme de la crop, willing to stand under the blazing hot sun such that his complexion is completely ruined just so to protect the good citizens of the condo.
Known for his diligence, he has sucessfully charged 5 people pf trespassing at a PRIVATE condominium.
Also, he has achieved enlightenment, having learnt from the best, and now can perform the miraculous skill of telepathy and also has superb eye power.
He is known to communicate using only eye power, and those who haven't mastered this skill must watch out, he may blame you for not responding to his call.
Also, he is public enemy number 2 of trespassers who do not sign their names, he is both feared and revered by them.
Do not get on the wrong side of him, or his sharp and witty tongue would send you spiraling.
One of his more famous soliloquies include:
I looked at you
but you walk away,
pretending you
did not see me.
You cannot
enter a private
condo,
or you will be
charged for
TRESPASSING.
Now this is what I call shakespeare.

Ah pui (not ronaldo):

He is one of the highest ranked security guards of all times, having control over the high-ranked kumar.
He has spent 5 years on a strict regime of excercise and diet, and now weighs a mighty 200 kilograms.
He is a muscle man, and all who see him fear him and his ultimate prowess.
Having been on a diet of double-coated chocolate donuts for 10 years, his muscles have grown to overwhelmingly large sizes, some also residing on his abdomen, giving him those killer abs guys can only dream of having.
He is also a person who demands ultimate respect, and all of us, even Kumar, listen to his ingenious instructions in awe and fear.
He, too has mastered the skill of eye power, but unlike Kumar, he is the HEAD HONCHO.

Now, both of them have made our trip to Azalea Park memorable and happy, they certainly are commendable.



Jerk it out-Caesar's Palace

Wind me up
Put me down
Start me off and watch me go
I'll be running circles around you sooner than you know
A little off center
And I'm out of tune
Just kicking this can along the avenue
But I'm alright

Coz it's easy once you know how it's done
You can't stop now
It's already begun
You feel it
Running through your bones

And you jerk it out
And you jerk it out

Shut up
Hush your mouth
Can't you hear you talk too loud
No I can't hear nothing cause I got my head up in the clouds
I bite off anything that I can chew
I'm chasing cars up and down the avenue
But that's ok

Coz it's easy once you know how it's done
You can't stop nowIt's already begun
You feel it
Running through your bones

So you jerk it out

Coz it's easy once you know how it's done
You can't stop now
It's already begun
You feel it
Running through your bones

And you jerk it out
And you jerk it out
And you jerk it out
And you jerk it out
Oh baby don't you know you really gotta jerk it out
When you jerk it out baby don't you know you really gotta jerk it out
When you jerk it out baby don't you know you really gotta jerk it out