ahhh. how good it feels to be back online. at least for now, before my guiltness kicks in again.
Everyone else is probably studying their asses away, and everytime I switch on the TV, pick up a copy of 8days, Lime or even straits times, I feel guilty because I know I should be studying my ass off too.
Heck I even feel guilty sleeping.

So today, armed with a truckload of txtbooks, I isolated myself at city hall starbucks for 5 frickin hours, resulting in 2 vanilla lattes.potato salad.warm chocolate cake and hot cocoa with whipped cream!
Oh marhhhh gawdd.

Whoa, i tell you, it's like committing all 7 deadly sins all at once. Didn't seem like a torturing study session. Nope, not at all.
No matter how evil and deceiving the algebraic equations were.
But i got a teeny bit frustrated cos my beloved nano wasnt with me.

Anywaay. Watching SI. I don't care whether Jon wins or not, because as the corny saying goes, at this point, they're all winners.
Personally, I feel that Jon has the more unique voice, tho no doubt that Hady has 'the voice'.
Hady's more a dime in a dozen, where you can find many singers with his kinda vocal powress. but not many singers have Jon's signature baritone, low n sexayy voice and the moves ta go along with it. Not to mention the bloody intense goosebump-raising stare.
I like.

I want to talk more. But once again, I am feeling guilty guilty guilty.
Actually, I just realised that I have a shitload of work left undone.
So Tatas...

On a closing note, I'd like to say,
not all emo kids are depressed and whiney. Some are happy, immature, bouncy kids.
I think that will be my next entry.

wow guys.

I havent blogged for a few days and before we know it, I totally missed one whole crucial episode of the korean drama. tsktsk.

Anyway, its just the usual stuff as anyone wud expect. Nothing new.

Even hollywood catfights ala lindsey-mischa-paris-or other etc socialites have more interesting stuff to argue bout. Air-headed as they are, they still have the brains enough to argue other things besides boyfriends.
Like, who re-wore the Prada dress to yesterday's fundraiser,

It's starting to bore me, I think I'd rather stick to channel 8 dramas.erm, okay neway, nuff BS again.. shall talk about more blogworthy stuff.
I'm so sorry to have wasted 40 seconds of your life back there.

But back to business.
Checkout these acapella people man! Kickin!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ip3pYy8Svo
That was..
Acapella on power rangers theme song..
Haven't heard that in years. Man was it bloody cool and funny.
See em jumping like retards at the chorus. loll.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q-nSIO7uXzU
Mr Brightside..

Here's something we'd all know..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mjcu_1sXXgs

I'm gettin the urge to beat box after watching em.
Second thought, I don't wanna be covered in spit.

They sound kickin good. kickin kickin good.
If our choir stood next to them, they'd sound completely tone-deaf and horribly off-pitch. No offence guys.

Tata..

Sekolah reopen..tolong lah.

So anyway...the usual stuff..a flight of stairs late to assembly..p.e with kara and his ego..math with mr chan and our retards.


ahh...how much I've missed em..

not.

Suprisingly. Ms yeoh actually continued with the debate on mon. I thought she wasn't going ta continue.was suprised she even remembered.

-Round one-
*DING!*

Darren's vs. Sheng Rong's.

Debate topic- Should humans be saved from extinction?

I know. How erm, controversial.
It's like debating whether you should commit suicide or not.
In this case, we should, for coming up with such a ridiculous debate topic

Aren't there better and more important topics to debate about?

Like, should literature classes be out of bounds to Ms chang?
or
Is eugene really gay?

Nuff of this BS anyway.

So anyway as expected, Darren won. Pretty much beacuse of Darren obviously, his group couldn't have won cos of Keith and Michael's bullshittin. Micheal actually took bullshitin 2 a whole new level that we din even know existed.

Doing his 'interrogating' on the audience, not supreme court, puh-lease.

Oh yea h and the last part when Ms yeoh and Chang were determining the winning team, they had their own internal debate too.

It was bloody funny watching em 2 arguing..
The first time Msyeoh din give in to changchang. YAY ms yeoh. lol

Caught Akeelah and the Bee..

Hmm. Perhaps I underestimated this family film. I thought it'd be the typical normal girl in small town goes to big city and wins! urgh.

But thank god i was like wrong, sorta anyway. The plot is predictable but the storyline was really warming and wits. The couple next to me like offered me tissues. haha. It's not that teary, but enough to jerk a few tears.

But I learned how ta spell b-u-t-t.
And a whole lotta words that I don't know nor give a damn bout.

And here's an excellent excuse for that peck on the cheek.

" Er, I had a sudden impulse?.."

if that fails, then just gotta bite the dust..

" Will you sue me for sexual harassment?! "

Sure to get giggles and perhaps if lucky(and abit of vodka.jk.) a peck back.
*And there ya go! Gettin away scott-free..

Just a few excerpts from this strictly-no-ghettotalk movie.
Go catch it. It's pretty good.

*Disclaimer: Please note that the contents is for your sole entertainment purpose only. The blogger will not be liable for any physical damage caused on any idiot ['s balls] stupid enough to use these excuses on any self-respecting female. All rights reserved
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Thanksverymuch.
Tata..

These few days, have been studyin like siao.
Evryday goin out to Macs, Burger King, then find a small cosy isolated place and mug for the the rest of the day.

I cud only study my one and only favourite *choke* subject, math. Cos that was the only tb i remembered to salvage from our ever 'spacious' locker.damnit.

nerding at macs.




If you were observant enough, you'd have seen 2 inches of a gameboy and my brat's hand. He was supposed ta b muggin too. but secretly sneaked his GB along.

And while my mom went window shoppin, he took it out and with an evil laugh, he started playin..

Unlike his dearest sister, he is unfortunately not gifted in the area of english, sacarsm or wit.

But don't fret just yet!

It turns out that he his like the complete total opposite of her, instead, he is a total genius in math.
Always gettin full marks in his tests and coming home to brag to anyone and evryone who cares enough to listen.
Which means mom n dad.

Usually I just express my mock surprise when he gets 15/15 while I'm stuck with 15/ 25.

Like this,

*GASP*

-End of mock surprise-

Haha, nah, I'm not that cruel. I just do that 50% of the time. hee.

Anyway, this is just a misrable attempt to make muggin sound interesting.

Skiving off during muggin
Camwhoring!





I refused to take any because of the recent breakout which I think may have been caused by the durian that I reluctantly consumed yesterday nite.
My dad convinced my to try cos its supposed to be 'solid' one.

See lah. Dam solid lah.

..Cont'd

Why was ms yeoh smilin like mad?
You tell me why she wouldn't be?!



Haha yeah right.

Instead she was stuck with this..
but hey , that LV bag might have been pricey ..
but this is priceless..where else would you be able to buy a box full of our apprieciations and crazy but still apprieciative rants??




We even put Ms Yeoh's pic on the front cover!


Look!


Eh l

What you didn't see..

Falend and deb doing monk's hill getai..


Can't get enuf of dancing..
Tok tok qiang...



Stop it lah.



" I think we scared the ghosts away already! "
I think they did.


Happy Teachr's Day! In true Monk's Hill style.

I know this post is like, way past due. but hey, it's MY blog ok?
Soshutup and read.

Yest was like
"Sure late lah, neh mind dad, drive slower."
Was like a bloody tsunami outside.

Thought I'd be late, but thanks to my trusty chauffeur -i mean, dad-
when I got to school, it looked like half the sch wasn't there yet.
And many people looked like dey'd been freeloadin on the rain as their shower. All they needed was shampoo.

Anyway, the nite before i stayed up til god-knows wad time, to do Ms yeoh's prez. But it don really matter how long i took to do evrything cos it's for Ms Yeoh, and I wouldn't mind not sleeping. So it don matter how late it was.

Ok, I slept at 3.
lol.

Teachr's day was actually like, dam enjoyable.
Aces day was um, embarrasing cos i had to stand like
front and centre. That was really easy on my nerves.
Nevertheless, anyway w/o my specs, I'm literally half-blind and the crowd looked like a bunch of dummies tryin ta copy our moves.
So of of course, some ppl wud think that it was gay.

Had e hse games in the hall since the field was submerged in the pouring tsunami outside.
We had a great spectatin area at the gallery, which was actually better than the shaded tents set-up at the fields. Which were good-for-nothin by then.

First game was Nick of time, honestly, before the game, I had not a stinkin idea how to play. But anyways and pretty amazingly, we got like first. haha. I think it was cos we were pretty calm throughout the whole thing, unlike the other hses, they were kinda like.
omigod hurry!omigfgod quick quick!!

But Haha it was so fun cos we won!
But apparently that would be the only game that we were goin to win for the rest of the day.

Afta dat was musica chairs. At first it was like waddahell so many dam ppl. But as time went by, we were left with bo neh bu xueting (amazingly) and some valour gal, yeah babe.

But LO and behold, though xueting bo neh, she sure got one fast ass. And with a swift movement of xt's ass, vig got their first stinkin victory.

I think that was about the only 2 games i really rmbered.
Oh yeah, one more was tug-o-war. I thought we'd win, cos ours team consisted of 99.9% (Charlie just outta hnf a fewweeks ago) HNF people.

Our team looked dam garang. We were resting our hopes on their strong gravity pull.
But, alas, for reasons I cannot fathom, victory, with all them thin thin ppl, won us.

Then it was guardin the balls. The name of the game makes me wanna cry laughin. Dunno what balls they should guard.

Capt's ball was uh. well it sucked, vig won. as usual.
well anyways, after all that was tchr's day quiz.
And it din look like anyone gave a dam whose bag, what stuffed toy, whose constipation pills..lol.

Finally, the highlight of the day..
tchr's day concert started with Hendry, his voice and the guitar.
singin ooh lalala...
dang, he's good.

Next up was, actually i can't rmb the order of performances.
but nevermind, anyway next up according to my pics..
It's us at a taiwanese pop concert!

Lame-haha sorry. We were tryna b enthusiastic bout it, evryone around us had ta b wet blankets and spoil the fun by being stones.




uh, like, what the..

he's walking like he just had constipation.


Finally. phew.

Then it was the bra saleman, flaunting his 'assets'..(or so he thinks he has them).
I suspect that he was secretly wearin a nike sports bra for extra support with all that vigorous shaking all around.

Anyways quoted frm his blog..

"Miss y's face was glum and full of jealousy when we were dancing, a rumour, but i dunno true not."

Well Charlie, it might just have been true.
But she, wasnt jealous cos yr dance was like nicer or what.
It's cos she saw you "breasting and shaking and gaying and sexilyin" your moobs (man-boobs, which you don actually have), very unprofessionally.
I think she was turned off by your noob-ism. And jealous cos you had the nike bra she wanted.

See.Shake and emphasize on your nike bra.

How not to accentuate your curves 101.

Haha enuf bitchin. Charlie's dance was entertainin, but not as entertainin as ours. hah.

Ellen and Arif singin

Someday we'll know if lurrve can move a mountain

Someday we'll know why I wasn't meant for youuu.

Someday Ellen will win Singapore Idol.

and someday Arif will know the difference between singing and talking.

BARACUDA Bakuteh..something that sounded like that anyway.

It was catchy and kickass. What more can I say? But thanks to the totally "enthusiastic" audience, our efforts to groove to da beat made us look like idiots.

I look pretty retarded smiling like mad. Ms yeoh was a bit mad(as in crazy) that day too.

And how can we blame her? Find out what she was goin crazy abt

stay tuned.. for more juicy behind the scenes scandalicious pics!(because right now the pics arent loading yet AGAIN.)

I have no time to blogblab.
So, I hired some part-time bar-top dancers for your sole entertainment.
So, meanwhile, Charlie and gang shall entertain you with their professional pole/bartop/japanese dancing.



that's your exclusive preview of your tchrs day performance! Aren't you looking forwad to it so much? I am.



I just put that there cos I was init for about, like, 1.5secs.

I know I promised a 'fotofilled' entry.
But I have a feeling called "notinthemood" too, and right now it's working its shit.

I'm just in my "notinthemood" mood.
So today you shall hear me moan groan complain about why I'm
"notinthemood".

Firstly, I had a sore throat at the start of the week which was pretty frustrating. I had to drink a MUG of saltwater evry morning to soothe my throat,
literally, salt mixed with water. In case you're wondering, it actually works.
So, if I have to experience the taste of drowning in the sea for my voice back,
oh well.

- Ok that was yesterday, typed that halfway and my notinthemood mood was really going up so i had to stop blabbin.-

Fortunately, today i am back to norm again
I won't procrastinate, hesitate, discriminate, salivate or anything with ate.
Let's get this shit.
Photolog lah.





Okay ya know what? The pics hate me or something, they're not loading.
So, sorry people.
Meanwhile you shall have to bear with the mediocre Tchrs day note i wrote for Ms yeoh.We're compliling a bunch of articles from evryone and I'm writing whatever I can think of, in this one it's her fash sense.
It's kinda bootlicking but hey, Teacher's Day okay? Just do whatever it takes as long as they're happy, since it's just one day(muahaha).
So enjoy!

Until a certain species called the "Ms Yeoh" came into the knowledge of mankind, teachers and designer labels were like Hugo Boss is to Bossini.

After being taught by countless teachers, many had come to a devastating conclusion that

"Teachers have zero fashion sense"

As in zilch, kosong sotong, big fat egg -> 0.
From Opiang office shirts to auntie attire and dry-fit shirts that are anything BUT dry, I could go on and on and on and..but I'll spare you the agony.

What more could these teachers come up with to frighten the living daylight out of us innocent unsuspecting and totally fashion-concious students?!!

It was another new school year and evryone felt fashionably frightened as we were anticipating the fashion disaster we were going to be distraught by for the rest of the year..
She stepped in wearing *gasp* Gucci and ferragamo heels!

It was Coco Chanel's(deceased) gift from fashion paradise to us, poor style-malnutritioned students.
" Ms Yeoh" continued to stun us throughout the years with her ever-changing stylish wadrobe from boho chic to office hip.

We were finally saved from the fashion illiterate who couldn't tell the difference
from boho and hobo by this fashion immaculate angel from runway heaven.

As my cliched story ends,
fashionably ever after..

Alotta stuff going on these days..too much for me to go thru all at once.
Went to Sci ctr yest and dance pract at moi hse today.
Took alotta self-indulging photos. Too many. And too little time to settle evrythin at once..no time alrite!no damn time...

Piano exam is this thurs and I'm still playin like crap.
So I've got no choice but to sacrifice my blogblabbing time for finger excerise.
Anyway I promise a fotofilled entry once im done..just cut me some slack this week.
I know my piano teacher will ask me if I'm having a fever after I say this,
but,
I am going to get a stinkin distinction cert for piano!
You laugh.

As the corny saying goes,

"You can if YOU BELIEVEE!"

I know you're cringing now.

Anyway i've distrubuted all my photos to evryone. so u'd probably see more at their blogs..still don 4get to check bak at the end of this wk, for a juicy fotofilled entree. cyas..

Pics for the poor souls who din manage to catch the fireworks..
All these pics from the comfort of my balcony, a full unobstructed beau-tay-ful
view of the fireworks.Oh yeahhh.
It's ok, you can hate me now.

PHOTOLOG!
Wave your hands and say
"BAH! FINALLY DAMNIT!"


Where are the dam fire works? How come so bright one?
Neh-mind, I zoom in and see whether can see..




Sigh..can only see my handsome face..nevermind


mariKITAHH lah yah singapuRAH..


haha look at those pathetic ppl have ta park their cars there to see..
and if u look closely, there's alotta ppl crowded across the river..just to see the fireworks..i almost feel sorry for them, almost.


Yay! Wave to the uncle in the copter, and who cares if he can't see you?!



waahh.
I could hear my spastic neighbour from next door's balcony screamin as if they'd neva seen fireworks from their hse bfore,naturally, with the help of little brat, we screamed back and the firework session turned into a
we-are-more-suaku-than-you competition.
I felt so patriotic.
oh wait still got arh!


I hope you're jealous already. yah?
yahlah of course you r.

TIL THEN..

P.S (POOT/PFFT shirley)
Who's blog is dead now? Huuuuuh?

I'm so glad I'm living on beach rd.
Can see a 180 degrees paranomic view of all the fireworks. They're so beautiful and I don't think anyone ever gets tired of watching them.
Right? Right? Jealous yet?
Course you are. lol.

Anyway today was so overwhelming, heck I din have time to even feel tired.
Did sat nite feva from 12.30 to 3 which is like...urh..2-and-a-freaking-half-hours
Bloody hell, wonder how we're gonna remember all those pointless moves.

Then went to Ange's house round 3-thirthay.
to learn the dance moves from her and after another 1 freakin hour, I gottit!
Yay! Haha tupid.

Oh yeah, on the way to Ange's hse, saw a getai just at the carpark. It's kinda freaky for me. Bit creepy...

Then halfway learnin e dance from ange, Keith rang moi.
Goin jammin' this sunday again!

Yay, I like it there, it's really cool.
Though the room's preety small, but the keyboard, electric guitars , drums , amps and the whatever big-big complicated plug box make up for that.
And since now kenneth has gotten de piano score(finally..), we can finally make some sensible and bee-uu-tii-ful muzika. yay!
And can you believe it, 60(freaking)bucks for 8 puny pages of a piano score,
(Plus shipment, handling, taxes and GST, MSG.. blah blahblah)
it was pretty much a rip off.

After that we learnt our lesson,

Music shops are for the filthy rich,
Ebay is for the filthy cheap.

Glossary
filthy rich- indos
filthy cheap- financially challenged, lesser mortals like us.

Convo with Keith:

Moi: Eh yah so sunday rite? OK can.

K: Oh yah forgot to tell you, just now me and mike went jammin, then we anyhow playplayplay until we made up a song leh! Very nice eh!

Moi: Oh really har? *Highly skeptical*

K: Yah! Play on sunday for you all to hear lah!

Moi: Ok..see you, don forget to tell the guys to come okay?

K: Yes ma'am.

Moi: Gd boy.

Sry if you felt that was pretty lame and pointless but it just popped outta nowhere so I just decided to throw here.
Can't wait to hear their 'very nice song'.
Does that mean that if I go in there and anyhow singsingsing, it will also suddenly sound very nice?
OOh.
I shall try on sunday...
*evil cackle*

National Day celebs today.

And after that was POP.
Oh yeah, I got some cadet award for guides during the Prize Presentation. Along with jasmine, chanel and the dua neh bus.

Eve was pretty disappointed that she didn't get any,
but I don't think not getting a $10 popular voucher is anything worthy to be disappointed about, if that's any consolation.

But it's the recognition you get that counts actually, and you don't need to march up in front of the whole UG just to be recognised as a good guide.(ha, sounds cute). You're already recognised by all of us in MHGG eh?

Yeah of course, all those times we hear ppl calling..

"EVELYN!! Help me tie scarf!! "

I'm guilty of course.

You mighn't have gotten that stupid $10 popuplar voucher, but you got something way better- our nod of approval.

Which is waay betta than the $10 popular voucher, which I foresee will be abadoned at a dark corner of my cupboard, and only to be retrieved months later, expired.

So I hope this was consoling enough for you, miss suwati, considering the effort I put in to think up all this bullshit.
Ok lol it's not bullshit cos it actually makes pretty good sense.
So, you're welcome.

Anyway we didn have Sat Nite Feva, cos we told kara that we'd be exhausted and tired after POP, which is abit of a lie, beacause I was still prancing around after that.
But heck, we still got free pizza and ice-cream so all's good. HAha..
We had group photo taking, which was very squeezy and highly uncomfortable.

After all the formal ones.. shirley and xueting taught me the tricks of their trade, their trademark, hand on boobs picture. Ok it sounds pretty gross, but in the actual thing it's dam funny.
It's a pity I din bring my cam and I donno who's got e pics yet so can't upload em..But will do asap, if I manage to get them anyway.

Overall it was pretty enjoyable for our last National day in MHSS..
awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww......

My posts are laggin a little these days. Too. Much. Work.

Stayed back to practice for Tchrs day gain today.
And once again, my blood pressure went flying high.
Imagine shouting for 4 hours straight, intermittenly.

Like the POP commanders, except that I was shouting evry 2 minutes.
And I still managed to keep my voice, so amazing. Maybe I should try doing POP commands. hahhaha.

Still kinda worried bout the performance cos we're still a little off..and coordinating with the instruments..
argh, shall not worry lah..can't afford to lose it right now.

Ok, so tomorrow is National Day...wheee..yay!
Not. Cos it's national day and what does that mean?
It means, Passing On Parade. The final damn thing, finally.
But that sucks, cos it means afta that we won't be seeing Dua Neh Bus (Xt and Sm) already..aww...whhhyyy..

Evelyn's gonna get emo. And I'll need to find a way to break the cornyness and stop myself from gettin emo too.

Oh shit, I forgot, I'm havin Sat Nite Feva after POP. Urghh..oh well at least I know there'll be a bunch of us doin it.
All for one and one for all.
In this case, lame for one and all for lame.
Yeah babe. LOL.
Besides, we get free pizza from kara, so what's there to lose?

Yaaaaaay!
(Do it the 3 year old style with your hands up in the air)
Cya ppl tmR..

Our last dam rehearsal for POP today.
Despite going all the way to Newton HC to eat chicken rice with evelyn,syafiqah, joveina n jasmine, I felt so drained by the time we started marching.

For the first time,
I really cannot lah.
But the rehearsal was inevitable so I didn't have a choice.

Thank god this is the last rehearsal anyway. Now we can just get over with the real thing and it'll be end of story, the end.
At first it felt so grand, then it was bloody tiring, now it's just boring.

But I'm gonna miss the Dua Neh Bu and Bo Neh Bu..so sad..nobody to mock at about their nehs after that.
Hopefully the bye-bye parteh would be memorable.

Eve got kinda emo today. During the passing on part. She kept telling me
" I feel like cryiiinng..."
I couldn't take it because I didn't know whether she was crying or laughing, or both.
So if you can't beat em, join em.
Will miss you lots n lots Xt and Sm..

Tried to keep the whole update short and that's de best I could.


This thought just randomly came into my mind today...

All the small critisisms our friends tell us from time to time sometimes tend to hurt us unknowingly(to them). Because we don't want to let it get to our heads, we just brush them off as a jokes.

Sometimes they're so direct and blunt you just can't help but feel so hurt. You can't believe that they could actually think that way.
The catch is, the closer the person is to you, the greater the impact is.

You feel like telling that person that it hurts you, but in the end you decide not to. You don't know why either. You just don't want to, probably.

Sometimes we're so open that we forget to be sensitive, that other people still feel. I hope I haven't been like that, cos I know the feeling is so awful.
Dam gotta run..

Tata ppl..

We've finally reached the topic of blogging during Eng lesson.
Well it's about time.

Sooooo, we were talking bout how blogging has encouraged a "me.com" generation. Basically a self-indulgent generation of bloggers,publishing an online diary accessible to the entire web community and talking bout what they did and why and blahblahblah about their life.

A common definition of 'blog' is an online diary. A place where they supposedly post their "personal" thoughts and comments, a platform for their 'freedom of expression'.

It's a place where we can FINALLY be heard among the sea of voices in society.

There are probably 2 generic types of bloggers.

The "My life and me" bloggers

These are the ones who are probably the most guilty of the self-indulgence and pointless gabberings about their boring life. They typically bitch about their daily activities like why they just argued with their boyfriends or how well their anorexic diet plan is working.

Criminals: Mostly tweens and teens like you and me

Guilty as charged: Well I admit that I've done some bitching here and there. But I'm not completely obessesed with my life and do talk about general topics from time to time.

The "Political and World Issues" blogger

At least these people give blogging a bit more credit and are at least have more purpose than the "mylifeandme" blogs. They talk about ongoing issues of society and world political issues and show their insights on the topics.

Whodunit: Middle-aged adults, mostly.

Guilty as charged: I don't read the political ones much, but I do read the ones on society issues. I can relate to those more because it affects people from all walks of life. For politics, I still can't read past the first two lines and not let my mind wander. In a few more more more years maybe?

To the self-indulgent bloggers, blogging is probably just a passing trend on the net. People can leave comments on the entries after reading them. And many bloggers, after reading the comments, get a boost of their egos. These people are so narcissistic (Excessive love or admiration of oneself) that they are disillusioned into the fact that people are interested in their pointless ramblings. The comments just feed the egos of these "bloggers" and encourage them to continue posting.

While blogs have many purposes, some of which can be useful, many have abused the accessiblity and liberty of it. Some even posting nude pics and "homemade vids"

The whole idea of a blog itself is a neutral thing. It is how the bloggers put it to use that determines the whether it is just another superficial fad or an advancement of the net.
It would be sad if it was just another passing trend.

So much for this post. Haha, I'm blogging about the harmfulness of blogs.
In Ms Chang's words " How Ironic ! "
Yay. Ok Ms Yeoh you can grade me on this as an essay and we'll skip the rest of the assignments alright? Yeah rite. lol.

Tata..

Wah. The past two days have been an equivalent to 5 hours of POP rehearsals.

In short, it's been giving me a slight concussion and was dam tiring.

Yesterday we stayed back for the Tchers Day rehearsals, and man, what can I say? The Drama, baby. But we still have a long way to a smooth show, lotsa preparations still..got kinda worried afta we ended yest cos was afraid we won't make it..but all you guys assured me it'd be ok..neways you guys r e best lah.

$30 bucks for the high sch musical piano score. Tsk tsk, such a rip-off. I mean of course it's plus the shipment cost. But I bet if it were on Ebay it'd be bloody cheaper. Nevermind, at least after splittin within the class it's cut down to $2 per person.

Notice how vague the description of the Tchers Day thing is..I'm not spillin anything or else there won't be no surprises nemore.

Okay today..
Yeah did saturday nite fevarr. Lol was doin the ACES Day workout thing with Charlie, Faris, Germaine, Arnold and well Hakim was supposed to be there but cos of NPCC. Anyway, I'm er finally gettin the hang of it and it doesnt feel so lame anymore. I though it wouldn't take more than an hr or something, but it lasted for like, 2 hours.

Well partly cos charlie,me and germaine were held hostage by nasi lemak(it's not a person. Really mean the food.) at the CC.
But Charlie was kidnapped by 2 plates of nasi lemak. So blame the two plates of nasi lemak.

But it was pretty fun actually. I mean besides Charlie and Faris's gay dancing, it was fun. lol.

Doin the guides soveiniers tmr..man..
I'm overworking again. But my adrenaline's rushin so I'm actually findin it preety fun ..

So much for todays post..I'm practically draggin myself to slog on this keyboard. If I could, I'd bang my head on the keyboard now cos I can't find anythin to type. And now I starting to realise that I'm spoutin alotta weird crap at this point of time so I shall stop now. LOL. I'm soo sorry.lol

Tatas...

It feels good to be blogging again. For nearly 2 weeks I had to where to pour my crazy mutterings and rants. I can't do that to my friends, they'd kill me, or be killed by my words.

Here I can argue as much as I want, and I won't piss a person.
If I actually argue with people, they'd be dead in seconds.

No, their heads won't explode.
As in, their blood would overboil, their face will turn bright red, they'll strangle me,
Then their heads will explode.

To be honest, I was nearly too lazy to blog cuz there was just nothin comin outta my head. But i slogged to the com anyway and started typin a few letters and within a few secs, all this crap just began pourin out. I haven't lost it yet. hah.

Anyway, speaking of boiling blood, exploding heads and strangling me, I know many people have experienced that, with me, to me. Anyway it was with me around.

Like for example, angie, I get on her nerves, ALOT.
Haha it's a 2 way thing actually. But we kiss and make up(not LITERALLY, mind you) the end. With ange and closer frens sometimes I do it on purpose lol.
But other times if I do, it's never on purpose. Sometimes I get a teeny bit self absorbed yeah..and blur. I'm just being honest and like I always say, the truth hurts. It's corny but it's true. Most of the time I'm actually just sacarstic(yay!). But I don't use my sacarsm as a weapon, mostly just humour and a little self-defence.

I know how hurtful and insensitive sacarsm can be when misused cos I 've experienced it too.
When I'm angry with someone, I don't go around passing sacarstic remarks to em,
instead I pull them by the collar and demand an apology, if not I will, er nevermind.lol. But the thing is, I'd rather you strangle me than being sacarstic.

I'm never sacarstic on purpose, it's a natural thing. Innate sacarsm.
I'd never heard of the word until people started telling me I was "sacarstic".

Proud to be one sacarstic being.
Hate me or love me, I'll stay the same unchanged.

Going to watch a lady swimming in the water tomorrow. WooHoo.
No, not Swimming Pool, that cheap nude flick. Laday in the Water.

Tata people..

oh yeah babehh, my stinkin com is finally back!!

As usual, com had 2 be reformatted. ARGH.
You know how much I hate that stupid word?
Not ARGH, reformatted.

As usual, all my songs are gone once again.
So are my pictures.
And all the crap that I've received from people that I actually keep.
All the last minute midnight-oil-burning reports.

It's nearly like losing your memory, except that I can still remember that I hate the word reformat.

Anyway, dichu miss me? Of course you did. right?right?

I'm pretty knocked out today, after 5 hours of inhumane NDP marching rehearsals today, so I won't be giving you a
1000-word lecture, speech, essay, wadever, today.

I couldn't feel my legs after rehearsals. The only consolation was that we actually got something besides water today, we got like, zapple. Well it's tonnes betta than the longkang tasting water.

Anyway, like i said, I'm knocked out feelin wasted and comepletly drained of energy. Ok , but check back ok? Updates asap. mwahs people. lol.

I have nothing to fuss about today.

Oh wait. I do.

I didn't play Capt's ball during P.E today cos Kara ( yes i have finally decided to call him that because I like the name although I know it is meant for a girl. At least now you won't need to reach for the puke-bin when we used to describe him as a "gorilla trapped in a dense forest". It was pretty revolting then.) made me and Haziq go to the gym with Anne and to train her in the pull-ups, I wasn't very keen at first. Cos I wanted to play. The boys were pretty happy that I wasn't going to play. Yah considering the fact that I almost always tear off their sleeves just to catch the ball, I understand the agression, people.

Anyway I had to go the gym because Kara(hahaha.I can't help laughin) said that later if Haziq spends prolonged periods of time with Anne, they'll "fall in love".
HAHAhaha. So there must be a er, barrier.
That comment is so stupidly ridiculous that I can't think of any sacarstic remark to rebutt. Anyway why must it only be that Anne and Haziq "fall in love"? Why not me and Anne? How bout all three of us altogether? Then how? Har? Has he thought of the probability? Although there is none, but still.

Anyway don't mind my nonsense, i just had to say that. After all, it's been along time since I've written some crap. I couldn't say it to him(actually I can), so I'll said it here.

So off the three of us went, determined not to fall in love with anyone except the gym equiptment.
It was pretty fun, cos Anne and I nearly destroyed all the equiptment. And Haziq nearly got a heart attack trying to teach us how to use the stuff. Yes,we made a lotta crashing noises, but can't blame us. I never go to the gym and not planning soon either.
Most of the time it's guys going to the gym in the hope of finally developing their potential muscles(read: fats) into real actual surround sound stereo muscles(donknow where the surround sound thing came from, but for it's added effects) The main purpose of comin into the gym was to train our highness Anne, but then I was the one coming out with the aches.

I started thinking about the weight issue, and only then I realised that girls put on tons of weight as we get older and guys, on the other hand, lose it all. How unfair is that? Yeah, maybe I'm pretty slow to realise it now, but.but. And girls are the human beings who are supposed to be slender and sexy and the guys are the ones getting the supposedly muscular body.

Neverrrmind.

Debate postponed tomorrow cos Ms Y not feelin well. And we can't possibly have missss Chang to be the only judge. That would be pointless and annoying.

I did Art today. Yes, I think I was most probably hypnotized or in some kinda artsy-fartsy trance. We drew, of all things, calculators. Not much of a suprise actually, considering that we've already drawn bananas, balls, chili padi and a whole lot of other weird objects you can think of. I'm sure by the end of the year, we'd already have drawn toilet bowls.

Throughout the whole lesson, I was serenading to the entire table. I got bored of singing stuff from the radio, I started singin ABCs and before we knew it, I started doin it in a really weird ang-moh accent. Lotsa lame jokes and the lesson was over before we knew it.
Pretty peaceful for an art lesson heh.lol.