(early-ish)Happy New Year!!!

Hi, this is probably my last entry of the year.

Well, first things first: the new uniform is so hideous, the fashion police will sentence us to death. Or die laughing. And this is not just me being biased about the fact that there are completely no metal buttons on the uniform, which is due to the fact that there are considerably more air-headed students then sensible voters in the school. Okay, I'm so incoherent I don't understand half of the things I just typed. Whatever. Anyway, I had expected the skirt to be at least, er, short. But what do you know? It was only a little shorter than my school skirt. Not that I have anything to complain about lah. Oh, and also, about the "better material" thing, the school must have been deluded by the uniform maker, because, thicker, hotter and just as transparent does not equal to "better". But who am I to speak? So, we'll just have to meekly wear that monstrosity to school on the first day of school. Sigh, sigh.


BUT, I am so not going end the last entry of the year on such a sad note. So, I've decided to include this:

Thank You List 2006

This year would have been crummy without the people below:

Yingyu, my (vulgar) table partner. Thank you for, er, being my table partner. Guess what? You motivated me to work hard (okay, not hard, but harder than last year), indirectly. You know how you were super hard working? I was kind of affected too. If not for that, my GPA would most likely be about 1. Wow, talk about sublimal messages. And it was fun. Yep, the good ole' times.

Yunxuan, my sms buddy. Thank you for always replying to my bo liao messages. And you are sickly hilarious too, sometimes without even knowing it. Sorry for the times we pissed you off with our constant niaoing. Oh, and you do say the weirdest things, you know? That's why we forgive you for your constant whining. Ha. Without you it would have been boring.

Xumei, who may get on peoples' backs sometimes for being sooo mean. But I do forgive you. HAHA. And I also forgive you for forgetting my birthday. DOUBLE HAHA. Anyway, thank you for always being wacky, even when you were suffering from cramps. :D Continue making us laugh more, and we may just forgive you for everything you have done. Of course, I'm just kidding.

Leanne. Leanne the Dasao (somehow that name just sticks, sorry!). Thank you for, erm, taking 12? I don't know, but you're real nice and cute and all that. I'm sure, with your cute charms and witty dialogue, you will find your, erm, perfect, un-Dunman boy. Ahem. And I mean it seriously.

Youbao, the girl who sits in front of me. Yep, your laughter is really great, and thank you for always sending those birthday and Christmas messages. :D You've been a great friend and chairperson, who never fails to reply to my "what time are we supp to go sch tmr?" messages. But you really walk too fast. :P

Jiamin, yep, Jiamin who recently, urm, "broke free" with us at Bugis. I'll always remember you as the girl with the 'who cares about what you think?' attitude. Hmm. You seemed kind of scary at first, but after really talking to you, it's been great. That sounds weird. Never mind.

Krystal. Okay, so I don't think she reads my blog, but still. Although we were from the same Primary school, I never really knew you. Guess I only started talking to you this year. It's almost like I just got to know you. But anyway, thanks for, erm, everything, like those funnily sarcastic comments you sometimes make on people. Oh, I still owe you 60 cents for the bubble tea, remember?

Linette. Thank you for being a fellow Pasir Ris-er/-ian/ person/ whatever. It's really nice to have a comrade on painfully long rides home, with people staying in Eunos, Kembangan and whatnot. Oh, and thank you for having that funny sense of humour (sounds wrong) to lessen Yunxuan's un-funniness. Kidding, Yunxuan.

Baojia (wah, the President! Ohmygosh, so honoured!!). No lor, you should be honoured, you even made it onto my A-list leh!! Okay, enough. Anyway, thank you for brightening up bus trips with Weilin, your not-as-lame-as-you partner. It's really nice talking to you. (No, I'm not being sarcastic! Seriously!!) Continue to love choir even though we are no longer choir members hor.
We really should go home together often, but I will not stalk you, don't worry.

Huiqi, thank you for being my diagonal sitting partner, and tolerating all sorts of nonsense from us. Yep. But really, I gossip a lot. And sometimes, I speak without thinking. Yeah. Sorry.

My family, extended family, and whatnot. Whatever whatnot means. Yep, THANK YOU ALL!!

Lastly, me, for being me all over and not acting like someone else. Heck, I don't even know what that means. Must be my inner consciousness speaking.

Actually, I still have others to thanks, but since others do not even know I have a blog, thanking them here would just be a waste of space/cyberspace (haha, whatever). And if you think I have forgotten to add in some names please do tell me, I really don't have too great a memory. Where was I? Haha, sorry, couldn't resist a lame little joke.

Lastly, I'd like to end this entry with a short song extract:

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and days of auld lang syne?

Urm, I have completely no idea what this song means. So, google!

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia:

"Auld Lang Syne" is a poem by Robert Burns, although a similar poem by Robert Ayton (1570-1638), not to mention even older folk songs, use the same phrase, and may well have inspired Burns.
In any case, it is one of the best known songs in English-speaking countries - although, like many other frequently sung songs, the melody is better remembered than the words, which are often sung incorrectly, and seldom in full.
The song is commonly accompanied by a traditional dance. The group who are singing form a ring holding hands for the first verse. For the second verse, arms are crossed and again linked. For the third verse everyone moves in to the centre of the ring and then out again.
The song's name is in Scots, and may be translated literally as 'old long since', or more idiomatically 'long ago', or 'days gone by'. In his retelling of fairy tales in the Scots language, Matthew Fitt uses the phrase “In the days of auld lang syne” as the equivalent of “Once upon a time”. In Scots Syne is pronounced like the English word sign — IPA: [sain]—not [zain] as many people pronounce it.

Yeah, so now we know!

Anyway, a big THANK YOU to all the readers of this pitiful, unread blog, for reading this blog. LOL. Without you, this blog would be nothing. No, seriously, I would have closed it down long ago. So, THANK YOU!!! I love you guys!! (I'm speaking on account of the blog, who could have died a premature death).

You are about to come to the end of this long and tiresome (It's not. Tell me it's not) blog entry, here, I would like to wish all of you (and me, at the same time) an incredibly great, lucky, smooth-sailing, crummy-class-less, rich (in the monetary and everyday life sense) and happy year ahead. HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

Oh, and my new year's resolution? To make that wish come true. HAHA.

HAPPY NEW YEAR! I shall now return to my countdown party where me and my glamourous friends party till dawn, with our very own jacuzzi and foam maker. YAY!!


Nah, I gotta go slump on the sofa and watch TV till midnight when I will wish my sister a happy new year and then go to bed. But methinks bashes are overrated-- a quiet, peaceful New Year's eve is just as great, or even greater. :)

Good night, happy new year, and goodbye 2006.

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Hi there, people!

I'm back!

Ever since I came back from China I wanted to blog. Too bad my com was always screwed up.

Anyway, I've been China-ed!

That means:
I've been to
-Shanghai tan3 to see the nice view, on a cool December night
-pearl shops, to see people get sweet talked into buying freshwater pearls
-jade shops, to witness people getting honeyed into giving up their cash
-silk shops, to buy silk blankets
-various similar shopping streets to get jostled by the crowd, and get followed by creepy fake LV sellers
-a couple of acrobat performances
-the Industrial Park, which wasn't as hyped up as it was supposed to be
-foot massage cum medical consultancy places selling medicine at exhorbitant prices

But it was fun. The tour group was, um, young. Yeah, there were like 13 people below the age of 19 and the youngest was this 6 year old kid named Jelly. Yeah, cool name.

So it was basically a kid tour. Not that I'm a kid. :D

But seeing all those little tots run around made me feel infinitesmally old. Wonder how the 60 year old auntie felt.

Oh, yeah, and the tour guide looked like the TV showhost/DJ Chen Jian Bing/Bin. Oh well.

Ahh, the people you meet, the places you go. Yeah, I like tour groups.

Ah, I have charged my mp3 player. Sweet.

Anyway, I kinda liked going for the dry run. It was nice breaking from the monotony of staying at home, channel surfing all day long.

I can't say I like the new school compound, though.
I can't even say I don't mind the school compound.
No, all I can say is... NOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

Yeah, pretty much like that. I mean, the orange sauced chicken rice at Ghim Moh market was okay-ish, but a plate of chicken rice does not a nice place make.

Yep.

I'm officially 16!!! Yay.
Thank you all who wished me happy birthday, you know who you are lar.
Yep. :)
Really nice of you all.

I'm going for the dry run tomorrow..
But maybe I'll be going off earlier if the debriefing lasts too long or whatever.
I have to catch a flight to China tomorrow, yeah, China, again.
But hey, who can resist shopping?













Oh, and Yunxuan, I did blog, see? Hope you continue with your enunciation (whatever) and pronunciation english lessons, good luck, and I shall strive harder with my encouragement lessons too. But hey, a little sarcasm won't kill, will it?













I'm sooo bored. So to kill off boredom, I changed my skin, Again.
This skin is, um, sinister in a cute way, or cute in a sinister way.
Looks can be decieving, you really can't trust anybody nowadays. Haha, that sounds stupidly emo.





Anyway, I've always wanted to blog about gossip. See, gossip is a way of life, no one is free from it, so, as the saying goes, if you can't beat them, join them. Yeah, that's about how I feel about spreading malicious gossip. Nah, not so much malicious as a good, engaging way to kill time. Alright, so it's very hurtful, but who doesn't have people hating them? Just don't give a damn, and take it in your face, who cares? Not you, not me, it's just, er, good clean fun. Whatever.






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Happy birthday to me!