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Really...?

2012-02-13T22:32:00.000+08:00

I seem to have everything. My recent birthday has lifted my spirits tremendously. I was on cloud nine since god knows when. I really appreciate the message that several of my friends have conveyed me in the form of their distinctive handwriting, wrapping, etc. Thank you! However, deep down in my heart, I wished for more -- I wished that my closer friends would gimme something, I wished that they would gimme happiness on the day itself, I wished that my love would show some appreciation.

That is when I began to doubt. Doubt if certain ppl. have me in their hearts, doubt if certain ppl. treat me seriously, doubt if ppl. take me fer granted... I really wonder, is this day really all that happy? Or is it a day to let myself be slapped awake from my fantasies? Maybe I am not all that attached to my social circle, or maybe my friends are not all that attached to me... I feel like a loose thread hanging out of a seemingly perfect silk scarf.

I am at my wits' end. I thought till my brain burnt out. Nothing but negative thoughts crossed my mind. I guess, I'm not all that awesome...after all.

♪ -【Pandora Hearts】Parallel Hearts

我该对你死心了，

2012-02-11T22:12:00.003+08:00

没有期望就没有希望。

没有希望就没有失望。

没有失望就不会沮丧。

不会沮丧就不会心潮激荡。

我也该尽快把你遗忘。

あたしの誕生日とラブラブです！

2012-02-11T20:31:00.000+08:00

Stab of lovesickness

2012-02-07T07:02:00.002+08:00

It felt as though a dagger pierced through my chest. A stinging sensation overwhelmed my sanity. The sharp fiend continued to work its way towards the depths of my thoughts. My heart suffocated. It felt as if it had been gouged out after the blade twirled about in me. Painful...streams of blood flowed out of the hole in my heart. Only you can fill it up. But, will you spare me your affection, even the slightest bit?

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Tuition should be banned. Rebuttal

2012-02-02T22:00:00.001+08:00

It is undeniable that some teachers are less able to cater to the learning needs of the students. This would mean that outside help - tuition is essential and must be preserved. It is the tutors who are helpful to the students. That would mean all the more that tuition should be banned. By banning tuition, these jobless tutors are compelled to teach in schools. That would finally mean that the teachers are competent enough. Furthermore, poorer students can then also gain access to better education, which in turn promotes the goal of the education system - providing a level playing field for all students. Therefore, tuition should be banned.

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Freedom

2012-01-31T16:21:00.001+08:00

Why am I bounded so tightly to the rules? Rules are meant to be broken. And putting that aside, why must I be compelled to commit myself to something I don't like? Just so you know, I ceased my perverse not be'cuz I am repentant. I stopped merely be'cuz it would be a pain to trigger a pointless conflict all be'cuz of a stupid piece of bread. I wasn't all that pissed, but rather, disappointed. I ain't inspired to do the right thing, I do not see the reason behind. And so I will stay wrong, falling deeper into the pit.

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Why Not Me? III

2012-01-27T23:43:00.001+08:00

His arms were wrapped around her shoulder. Her face was just an inch away from his. Both of them were smiling softly at each other. There was an atmosphere of serenity between them. Chemistry. There was no need to witness their kiss for me to realize that it is impossible between him and me.

Tears streaked down my cheeks uncontrollably. I was visibly crestfallen. Utterly heartbroken. Yet what was right before me is the cold, hard truth. I cannot deny it. I can only shun away from such hateful reality. The two people of my life have left me to my devices. I bit my lip. I should have known. Nothing good would come out of my wishful thinking. But of all people they had to choose,

...why not me?

Why Not Me? II

2012-01-27T23:29:00.000+08:00

I have a soul mate who shares the same birthday as me. Although we share a myriad of secrets with each other, there was just one secret which I locked up inside the very depths of my heart. No matter what, I refused to spill even a single bean of it.

A fatal secret. Leaking out the slightest hint will cause an uproar in the world of gossip. I do not wish to be washed away by the current of rumours like before. The trauma of being accused in a scandal during my days in elementary school has left an indelible scar on me. Therefore, I swore to myself to restrict my words. Suppressed, suffering, suffocating.

I always looked forward to graduation day. It is the day I will be true to myself, and to him. It is the day I will be free from this obnoxious secret. It is the day I will be able to move on with life. Yet, things do not go my way. I took the fact that he was single for granted. He was not.

I trotted towards the cafeteria. Squeezed through the narrow entrance, and saw it. The world before me became blank momentarily. I stood rooted to the ground. Speechless. I could only feast my eyes upon it. I could feel my chest sinking. It was too much of a blow to me.

I was rudely awoken from my fantasy.

Why Not Me? I

2012-01-27T22:52:00.001+08:00

Staring blankly at the little gift box, countless thoughts crossed my mind. My heart raced. It may be on his whim that I received this surprise, but I cannot help but raise my hopes up. I might, after all these years, be noticed by him after all!

My hand brushed past his rough but warm fingers upon snatching the present. This touch sent a lightning of electrifying excitement throughout my body. My heart palpitated so wildly; he could feel my accelerating pulse rate within that split second.

“本当にありがとうですよ!”　I exclaimed with earnest. I could not contain such happiness -- I was close to drooling after being trapped in my world of fantasy. A decade later, a year later, or maybe even tomorrow! Being together with him may not just remain a dream! Anticipation reigned my brain.

For the entire day, I was building sandcastles in the air. My mind was filled with nothing but him. The wonderful moments that could happen any instant; the precious memories that could be created any time... The more I turned my mind towards such optimism, the greater the disappointment if such hope turned its back on me. I should have known.

It was not until lunch that I realized I was lying to myself all along.

Why Not Me? [Foreword]

2012-01-27T21:39:00.000+08:00

Inspiration originated from several of my fragmented negative thoughts. I have ridiculously pieced them together, and an amazing plot just popped up in my confused mind. If only I could turn back the pendulum and return to my lower secondary days, I would be scribbling manga panels. I want..., no, I need to pour out this sorrow, but at the same time, I cannot let the cat out of the bag.

Anyway, "When You're Gone's" opening melody really dragged this new idea into a pit of despair. The clue is that this story is almost totally based on my life. Too similar, that I am forced to face this sad piece of news. Still, while the idea's still fresh, let me paint the story with my words here.

When You're Gone - Avril Lavigne

2012-01-27T21:27:00.000+08:00

I always needed time on my own
I never thought I'd need you there when I cry
And the days feel like years when I'm alone
And the bed where you lie is made up on your side

When you walk away I count the steps that you take
Do you see how much I need you right now

[Chorus]
When you're gone
The pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone
The face I came to know is missing too
When you're gone
The words I need to hear to always get me through the day and make it ok
I miss you

I've never felt this way before
Everything that I do reminds me of you
And the clothes you left, they lie on the floor
And they smell just like you, I love the things that you do

When you walk away I count the steps that you take
Do you see how much I need you right now

[Chorus]

We were made for each other
Out here forever
I know we were, yeah
All I ever wanted was for you to know
Everything I'd do, I'd give my heart and soul
I can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with me, yeah

[Chorus]

Roots: We need the soil!!

2012-01-26T19:17:00.001+08:00

RAWRs! Chung Cheng is gunna have an Arts festival featuring ALL aesthetic group CCAs from 5Apr-10Apr!! The Visual Art exhibition (or however it's actually named) is @ National Library B1 while the performances (dance, drama, music!!) are ALL @ Lee Foudation Theatre. FREE OF CHARGE! SO CHARGE FER FREE SEATS!!

NATIONAL LIBRARY
5apr - 5.30-9pm: Calligraphy & Painting exhibition (somebody's gunna come @ 5.30pm to cut ribbon den y'all can go in!)
7apr to 10apr - 10am-9pm: exhibition ongoing [basement1]
7apr&8apr - 2-3pm: sand art (same performance on both days) [multi-purpose room]

LEE FOUNDATION THEATRE
5apr - 7-8pm: Chinese Orchestra
7 apr - 12-1pm: Band, Choir
3-4pm: Guzheng, Guitar, Dance
7-8pm: English Drama, Chinese Drama

kill me if dis schedule is s'posed to be confidential. do come :DD

Buhbye Homework

2012-01-24T22:50:00.001+08:00

I practically gave up my homework fer this frawesome blogskin! A lil' bit of reformation & my 1st home-made blogskin jumped through the ranks among the others! Heh! Almost 11pm...I hope I can chiong abit of A. Math before I hide under the covers...

&...

Happy CNY!! :P

Photo Phantasm XVI

2012-01-21T15:45:00.000+08:00

An Unforgettable Experience

2012-01-16T20:35:00.001+08:00

Of all people, why would I even receive a birthday present from her? She was renowned for being a terribly shy and timid girl. Hives would break out all over her soft and silky skin whenever she came into contact with boys. She would never last a second of eye contact with any of the boys, and she would always hurdle close to the other girls. And so, without question, I doubted her sudden friendliness.

My train of thoughts was broken by a loud ripping sound caused by the glittery wrapping paper. My anticipation meter reached its peak. The mystery will be uncovered…! Or at least, that was what I had happily thought to myself, until I found myself removing another layer of wrapping.

Calm down. Relax. Unwrap it slowly. It must have taken her tons of courage to don up this present. My heart palpitated wildly. My eyes were swirling with jubilation when the last bit of pink wrapping paper was tossed away from the velvet red box.

My fingers trembled with excitement as they lifted the box’s lid. A remote control car, a rifle model, or maybe a gigantic robot resting inside! I was delirious with joy at the thoughts of my wishes being fulfilled by this box of wonder. Though little did I know this was actually Pandora’s Box.

There was…nothing. I peered into the box one more time. Empty! I swept my hand carelessly everywhere in the box, grabbing air, until a slip of paper found its way into my palm. Bewildered, I raised the paper up, and read its ridiculous contents aloud.

“Lovey-dovey Voucher: Return this to Fukakai Makoto if found.” My jaws dropped. The title shocked me beyond words. A girl who cannot even hit on guys still has a dream of using such a flashy coupon! She even placed the coupon into somebody else’s present! This was the best birthday joke I ever had. I laughed till my sides split. I did not realize she was such an amusing person! Still, the best of the best had yet to come.

The next morning, in high spirits, I approached Makoto about the present. I thanked her profusely since she had taken much effort in the wrapping, even though I did not get what I had expected and wished for. I had intentionally mentioned everything about the present, only leaving the coupon out. I was hinting to her, by exaggerating how empty the box was. The plan worked.

“Is there really nothing inside the box?”

“Come to think of it, a slip of paper.”

“Can you show it to me?”

“Sure.”

The coupon had finally returned to its owner. I heaved a sigh of relief. All’s well that ends well. I was just about to return to my seat, and continue my boring life, until…

The chair rattled. The table was shoved off in a hurry. She darted forward. Charging right at me! My heart skipped a beat. I tried hard to back off but to no avail. Her face was so close to mine -- it was all too late. She planted a quick kiss on my cheek, and dashed out of the classroom immediately. Flushed with embarrassment, I was left stranded beside her desk. Several pairs of eyes examined me intently, while I stood rooted to the ground, practically speechless. What was all that about?

Voila

2012-01-15T22:33:00.003+08:00

Finished Shyt

Root of Buaysong-ness

2012-01-15T13:46:00.001+08:00

Class Rep.: It's better to do the ppt yerself 'cuz I dunnoe wut you want.
Wangzai seller: I'm not free today...you combine the 3ppt k!
Shameless guy: E-mail me the ppt by tonight!
Mogu: Bribe me then I help you!
Curtain: E-mail me the ppt at two!
Homework: Hurry up and finish me!
Okaa-san: How to use this screwed phone? How this, how that...
baka-YEN: Help me ask Juliet this...

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Exhausted

2012-01-15T13:25:00.001+08:00

I've had enough! Stop finding daiji wif me!! I'm sick of all of you asking fer help out of me at the same time! I only have a pair of eyes, one mouth, a pair of hands, ten fingers, and only one brain! Stop expecting quick work when y'all neverendingly gimme shyt to do! I've got a life here too! I need to makan, sleep, play! K'nn, mai ccb and complain how bz you are after you poured crap on me! Fcker! You think I wanna save yer dirty ass? I'm practically forced! At least I'm not like you, already plan hao who to shove yer duties to and claim credit. Fck off!! I'm not gunna budge from MY PLANS to do hwork dis wkend! Who gives a damn when no one else cares!? Who the fck can empathize wif me? I say you have walked the path of life nobly.

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Tasted failure.

2012-01-09T19:40:00.001+08:00

I thought I could sail through chinese, especially since I had been revising and practising my comprehension skills and essays. I thought that my worst and rather expected would be at least an A2. I thought this pretty low target was feasible after I'd toiled the most those 3 weeks. I thought wrongly. I did not realize I was already drowned by chinese. I looked down on chinese too much, even though I looked up to higher chinese as though I'm staring at god. I was wrong. I am wrong. Did I not work hard enough? No. Others were spamming korean and taiwan drama while I was painstakingly writing essays. And what do I get? Where did I go? Basement 3. Even those who (seem to) have weaker foundation than me or those who (seem to) have slacked for those 11months achieve A1 and/or A2s in my face. Nowhere different from a slap in the face, a kick in the butt, an insult mocking me to the fullest. I have been thoroughly humiliated, and demoralized till no will. I'm gunna ditch my potential chinese tuition sessions and focus more on english and humanities. Die, chinese. But I won't give up. I am officially pissed. And chinese tuition teachers are juz gunna earn a slap from me if they ever appear at my doorstep. You watch out, chinese!

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Nyan!

2012-01-05T20:25:00.001+08:00

I've just collected 442 stars in nyancat game!

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JVJ Outing/In-ing

2011-12-31T19:00:00.001+08:00

The 1st part of the outing was kinda fun. Had a blast winning all those coupons! We won 208 within an hour! Hmph! There was the frog tongue thingy, basketball, some gambling wheel, and finally, the F.tard bubble percussion. I was so disgusted with the sight of bubbles that I flunked the whole game. Taiko ftw!

Then it was around 11am. The shops were open. Walked through Bugis Junction and Bugis street but found nothing to their liking. In the end, made it to the library. baka-VER borrowed her book, while I stare hard at all those manga, which I'd read.

Next, Macs. Blackiie only bought herself a packet of Tmister fries while baka-VER helped herself to a puny cup of ice Milo. Won't they go hungry?? At least they cope-d some of my fries.

I shall continue this blog post later. Gotta alight the bus soon! Home sweet home!

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Bloggeroid

2011-12-30T18:29:00.001+08:00

My 1st time using Bloggeroid! Hope it's successful!! Den I can easily blog anytime, anywhere! :-P RAWRs!!

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An Unforgettable Experience

2011-12-30T15:23:00.001+08:00

Tearing open the present with gusto, I wondered what she would give me. The humongous box weighed too light for its size. Curiosity overwhelmed me. Ever since I found this box in fancy wrappings occupying my desk this morning, its image has never left my mind even for an instant.

Of all people, why would I even receive a birthday present from her? She was renowned for being a really shy and timid girl. Hives would break out all over her soft and silky skin whenever in contact with boys. She would never last a second of eye contact with any of the boys, and she would always cuddle close to the other girls. And so I pondered over this boy-hating girl’s actions.

My train of thoughts was broken by a loud rip caused by the glittery wrapping paper. My anticipation meter reached its peak. The mystery will be uncovered…! Or at least, that was what I had happily thought to myself, until I found myself removing another layer of wrapping.

Calm down. Relax. Unwrap it slowly. This must have had taken her tons of courage to don up this present. My heart palpitated wildly. My eyes were swirling with jubilation when the last bit of pink wrapping paper was blown off from the velvet red box. My fingers trembled with excitement as they lifted the box’s lid. A remote control car, a rifle model, or maybe a gigantic robot resting inside! I was delirious with joy at the thoughts of my wishes being fulfilled by this box of wonder. Though little did I know this was actually Pandora’s Box.

There was…nothing. I peered into the box one more time. Empty! I swept my hand carelessly everywhere in the box, grabbing air indiscriminately, until a slip of paper found its way into my palm. Bewildered, I raised the paper up, and read its ridiculous contents aloud.

“Lovey-dovey Voucher: Return this to Fukakai Makoto if found.” My jaws dropped. The title shocked me beyond words. A girl who cannot even hit on guys still has a dream of using such a flashy coupon! She even placed the coupon into somebody else’s present! This was the best birthday joke I ever had. I laughed till my sides split. I did not realize she was such an amusing person! Still, the best of the best had yet to come.

The next morning, in high spirits, I accosted Makoto about the coupon. I thanked her profusely since she had taken much effort in the wrapping, even though I did not get what I had expected and wished for. I had intentionally mentioned everything about the present, only leaving the coupon out. I was hinting to her, by exaggerating how empty the box was. The plan worked.

“Is there really nothing inside the box?”
“Come to think of it, a slip of paper.”
“Can you show it to me?”
“Sure.”

The coupon had finally returned to its owner. I heaved a sigh of relief. Although this had ended rather peacefully, it was really an unforgettable experience, especially so when she darted forward. My heart skipped a beat. I tried hard to back off, but her face was so close to mine, it was all too late. She planted a quick kiss on my cheek and dashed out of the classroom immediately. Flushed with embarrassment, I was left stranded beside her desk. Several pairs of eyes examined me intently, while I stood rooted to the ground, practically speechless. What was all that about?

A Recount more Touching than Any.

2011-12-30T13:10:00.001+08:00

After reading the post written by my distraught friend, my fingers danced rock and in no time, I landed on my Literature 'cher's blog. I read the tragic recount, my tear glands itching. I re-read. I don't wanna believe that is what she's gone through. & I re-read yet again, before I translated this event to my mum, who has been through this hardship 16 years ago. Translating that very blog post sent my tears streaking down my crestfallen cheeks. Every word I spew out hurts like a thousand daggers stabbing into my heart continuously, one after another. But, I know my mum would want to know. To know people who'd shared similar pain. So I continued striding forward in my phail translation.Now I've calmed down. My eyes are now thoroughly washed, and I see clearer.

Weird Dream XI

2011-12-30T11:10:00.000+08:00

I lay lifelessly in the car zooming down the slope. I was, embarrassingly, holding my bladder with all my might. I should be somewhere in Malaysia.Before I realized, I found myself in my room. I set the alarm at 8pm. Meanwhile, I was choosing what winterwear to wear. In the end, I wore the huge grey one. And I headed for the master bedroom. Who greeted me was some guy. He was talking to me about marriages and I was saying all those cheesy phrases. I cannot remember any, but in my dream self's mind, she was at bliss, as though she'd just escaped some love trouble. However, to me, I sense great danger.There was, surprisingly, a whiteboard in the master bedroom. What was written on the board isn't to my liking. It says that i 'm gunna be married off or something. And I think is to this very guy. Who is he, man.Soon, the alarm rang. We rushed off and climbed several flights of stairs. It was a great challenge to me. I was donning this red gown which feels tight at the legs.Upon entrance to the hall, he was already making his speech. And for a few minutes, I waited at the back. The chime sounded and I went up front. Exchanged wine with him, which seemed like Sakazuki in Nurarihyon no Mago, and I forced myself awake. It might turn into a worse nightmare if I'd continued dreaming.

Bids 2011 farewell!

2011-12-29T17:46:00.002+08:00

My work's piling up so I'll gladly give up on spamming this blog with my diary entries ><"|| I'll just take reeeally good care of the diary...& crap, I'm starting to become addicted to Uno :X since I can barely play such games when I was young...playing by myself's not gr8 joy.

In the meanwhile, how am I gunna write my essay? A Coincidence? An Unforgettable Experience? A Lesson in Life? I would like to take up the 1st one...but...what plot should I form...? Late blooming? I can't think of anything else other than that. Inevitability FTW!!

Wishin' all a Happy New Year...
while I chiong my homework...
):

Nov 30th `11

2011-12-24T13:45:00.001+08:00

Today's the day. I'm so gonna muster my full power to blast the fist. I hope I won't lose my cool. Urgh. Time does not wait.

First Lesson: Politics. The teacher spammed us with photographs. It's as though he's spamming Oral examinations. My eyelids managed to stay high up, and light entered my pupils smoothly.

Second Lesson: Modern Literature. I'm almost totally out of the attentiveness scale. After all, I'm jotting this down as the teacher spews out the history of some author named Luxun, and not the literary work itself.

Next, Wushu Test. I passed. I actually passed! Hope I can see Natsu-sensei in Singapore.

I climbed the stairs wearily after duty. The door to the Siao Zhar Bor's (Curtain) room was slightly ajar. Smirking, I crept through the opening, to be found out by Curtain and Mogu. I stayed in the room for awhile while using a plethora of rainbow language when on the phone with my parents.

Then, when Curtain and Mogu decided to play a prank on everyone, I locked them out of their own room with great swiftness and trapped myself in this fit of laughter. Soon, bangs and fangs were assaulting the poor door. I turned the knob slightly and dodged their hair-sweeping technique. And I charged out with their key.

Just after I was locked out, I stepped in triumphantly. And I kena locked out again. Next, we banged on their door with gusto and Mrs. Cheng waltzed out of #328...win. Time for complaints!

Nov 29th `11

2011-12-24T13:39:00.001+08:00

I dreamt a dream last night. An RPG setting. I was named by creatures of the supernatural world 〝年齢皇女＂. I don't know why. I seemed ethereal despite being human in nature. Still, I'm almighty in a way, beyond the prowess of a mere human. I can amplify the powers of any creature of the night.

I was highly sought after by demons and many of that ilk. However, the only one I remembered was a vampire. He wanted to suck my blood in order to seal a blood oath between us. The permanent contract would allow him to gain ready access to unlimited power amplification.

He tried to drive his bloodthirsty fangs into my neck, but to no avail. In this struggle, I was rudely awakened by the lamest.

She waltzed in with eyes brimming with tear stains. The stale air in the hostel room #331 was replete with desperate sniffs. What can I do? I don't know anything. I can only gaze into her exhausted eyes where her tired tear glands reside in. And there were no more sound waves resounding. And vengeance burned passionately. She must give up that hatred. Absolutely. I can only hurt herself. Despair. Useless I was. Useless I am.

My notes have shrunken again. I just can't focus like before. Luckily, this is the last week of lesson spammage. Hope my spirit will rekindle after this week.

Nov 28th `11

2011-12-24T13:29:00.001+08:00

No mood to study. I just wanna stone and breathe. The stale air in the classroom in suffocating. I wonder if the drug still takes effect. I have been rudely awakened by Weiyin's tap spammage. Managed to dao her for a while though. And now the teacher stomps in.

I'm becoming less and less attentive nowadays. The notes I've jotted down have become visibly shorter. However, I was freaking interested in Li Qing Zhao. Her phrases touch the inner depths of my heart. So depressing, a bottomless pit of despair.

Second Lesson: Martial Arts. Last lesson with Natsu-sensei. 100% of the Nagaharu Fist was engraved in my mind. I just need more practice.

Lunch and Dinner sucked. I became a vegetarian for these two meals.

"The weather will rain tomorrow." in a rather sarcastic tone reverberated through the classroom right after Ms. Tan said the exact same thing. Zhengyi flashed her cheekiest grin and she was blacklisted instantaneously. After a while, she whistled a weird tune and was soon stared at by the teachers. Yeah, definitely her.

"Gotta catch 'em all!" The Pokèmon slogan sprang out of Wenxin's mouth right after Mrs. Cheng reminded us not to be kena caught by her for breaking the rules. Everyone roared with laughter until their sides split.

All these warm jokes added to the warmth of the Milo I've just sipped on. Though bland, the Milo churning in my stomach seemed to become way sweeter.

Can't wait to explore the university tomorrow!

Nov 27th `11

2011-12-24T13:23:00.000+08:00

*CENSORED DUE TO DISGUSTING CONTENT*

Experiential Learning Journey! I dashed off for the canteen.

After gobbling up my breakfast heartily, we headed off for Guo Quan Rd. MRT Station. I was taken aback by the cleanliness of the MRT Station. Just like Singapore. However, this wonderful impression was broken soon after.

Line 3 reeked. And tissue paper cushioned our footsteps. I held my breath. This served as a mere warm-up for the treacherous journey later.

Car exhaust fumes prevailed. Suffocating.

After kilometres deprived of fresh air, we reached Long Hua Temple. A magnificent sight indeed. Rather disgusted with the monks though. They gave us the freaking cold shoulder when we merely asked them a question or two. I bet they're just jealous of our hair or something.

Next: Shanghai Library. My legs were already extremely exhausted. My shoulders felt as though they carried tonnes of lead for an hour or so. Tired and bored. Reference books are not my cup of tea.

Qi Pu Rd. is crazy. I felt cheated into buying the pair of shoes despite bargaining from 135RMB to 80RMB. That's $16 man! Bugis price. Shyt!! Still, the taxi speeding trip lifted my spirits.

Nov 26th `11

2011-12-24T13:17:00.001+08:00

I don't have much impression of yesterday's learning journey, except for 田子坊 and Era. I don't even have a single idea of where else I visited other than these two places and the Post Office.

The stamps cost a bomb. I burnt my wallet by fishing out 45RMB. Still, all's worth it. I have 6letters which are ready to be stamped and fly. I hope they will reach their destination safely. Can't wait to bid my love letters goodbye!

田子坊! Haven for Anime collectibles. Fortunately, Ms. Tan's bargaining failed. Else I would've obliterated the existence of my wallet. Still, my pocket tore due to other causes. Maybe I should thank Denise and Zhengyi for dragging me away from any Angry Birds merchandise.

Evening: I slept in the bus trip to and fro the circus. Pitch-blackness and roaring laughter engulfed the bus speeding through Saturday night.

Miss it and You Miss Shanghai! ERA -- Intersection of Time is an acrobatic display with expressive music and the most realistic setting.

The percussionist was ramming his burning mallets into the excited drums. The guitarist strung his electric guitar as though there's no tomorrow. The Chinese Orchestra on the other side spammed on their instruments and with strong amplification, booming music reverberated through the concert hall. It began.

Nov 25th `11

2011-12-24T13:11:00.002+08:00

*HEAVILY CENSORED*

First, you bugged me to let you do yer way 1st.
Second, you declare loudly in my ear that you abhor Correction Pen.
Third, you make gr8 talk about how ideals can be achieved so easily.
Finally, I have seen you, not just that face you have there hanging. Annoying. Irritating. Shoo!

Well, I'm not going to be some sore loser (already am) and start whining. I have my charisma (omfg!) after all. I'm definitely not that notorious I guess? Anyway, if I retaliate like some b!tch, won't that just humiliate me TTM?

No point chasing after pipe dreams. No point barking off aliens. No point grinding myself deeper in this grave of grudges.

Damn Asshoe siolz. We kena released early then we were expected to return early. Why does one shyt come after another?

Today's Group I's presentation! All 3 groups made a joke of themselves but they were really frawesome too! Benedict and Elise and I saved our project just this morning. Half of the presentation is on-the-spot spammage. Great sense of achievement overwhelmed me. Fun!

Nov 24th `11

2011-12-24T13:07:00.000+08:00

I have comrades with me now -- The Zoo Batallion. Meow, woof, cluck, quack, moo, neigh and arls can be heard near the canteen sink. List of comrade(s): Zhengyi. I still have time to continue raising the Zoo Wave. Hahaha! Zhengyi's neigh owns it all though.

Maybe it really is a blessing in disguise that I was given the great chance to come here...study and socialize more than ever.

First Lesson: Philosophy. Another lesson of fun facts. I am very familiar with them, as I've read about these values in the countless manga I have read. Suzaku...

Second Lesson: Geography. The teacher spammed us despite his computer giving up hope on him. I like his spammage though. He rekindled my interest in Social Studies and Geography.

Third Lesson: History. My vigour disappeared in a flash. Fortunately, it teleported back when he started to mentioned about what is on this diary's cover. Yay.

As I'm writing these precious feelings, the Video Conference is just about to start. I wanna see 'em badly...and bully 'em. Heh. Heh. Heh.

Nov 23rd `11

2011-12-24T13:01:00.003+08:00

After flag-raising, we revised the steps for our Martial Arts lesson yesterday. I was brimming with a sense of achievement because I actually managed to remember the steps! Thumbs up for me!

Luckily somebody mentioned my bag bearing the name of Singapore, else our China farce will fail badly! Gotta remember to swap bags during lunch!

First Lesson: Politics. My eyelids were as heavy as lead. I was pretty tired in the morning after all. Not the teacher's fault. However, when he explained how countries and provinces can be likened to classes and students respectively, I snapped out of my floating sandcastle world momentarily. Something new. Hmm...

Second Lesson: Modern Literature. The sandcastle piled up like mad and my eyelids drooped down further. I can't believe it! I'm actually slacking twice in a row!

Learning Journey: Entrepreneurship at Car Factory (Volkswagen) and Museum. We sat on the buggy when we explored the factory. I thought about what happened about a decade ago. The tram in Mandai Zoo, and enjoying life in Singapore. This trip brought fond memories to my exhausted mind.

And the never-ending bus trip gave me time to weave these scattered memories into great dreams of the past.

Nov 22nd `11

2011-12-24T12:55:00.001+08:00

Y' know...I've read quite a number about Psychology (sounds like a pack of lies to myself) as well as some reflection upon myself during my teenhood now. I can kinda tell a person's emotions or something though I'm really insensitive and lag.

Crystal was leaning over her table, giggling like a hyena (like a helmet). This was when Jieqi passed a book over, to ask for my contact details. My fingers reached out for the book desperately but to no avail. This was when my butter fingers brushed the blue Hello Kitty flask and it was sucked by gravity instantaneously.

Piang! The Hello Kitty kissed the cold hard floor, totally done in by me. A dent wiped the glamour off the shimmering azure flask. The dispenser released itself too. All in ruin. Flask. Face. Friendship.

"It's alright," she replied solemnly.

Are you sure it's OK? My guts says that you're just constipating on your true feelings. How can it be OK! A freaking dent! A dent on a trumpet will alter its sound for life. So will the flask's purpose. It...might never recover to fulfill its function properly. And here I am, hopelessly growing jealous of your new-found friends and yet unable to do anything to help myself.

This sucks. Everything sucks. I just wanna dig a hole and bury myself in. Useless piece of shyt. Die. FML.

Nov 21st `11

2011-12-24T12:49:00.000+08:00

Nearly late! The Fudan uniform looks ultra weird on me. And the uniform smell coated me. The windbreaker restricted my movements. I can barely hold a spoon! Writing this would've been impossible if I'd not stripped.

First Lesson: Poetry. The teacher aided us in dissecting the poems. From just that, I realized how egoistic Too White is. He includes his favourite colour, exaggerates to no end, and many more...

Second Lesson: Pottery. I chionged and chionged. Spammed rolling the mud and finally a mickey mouse-shaped pencil holder appeared. I added a bass clef to it and voila! Can't wait for the finished product!

Lunch: Basketball, Volleyball, Soccer, Wushu. Shot 7 hoops and ate a really vegetacious meal. For the remaining half hour or so, we sat by the bench in the campus and slurped the chocolate milk bought from the convenience store. Yummy!

Toilet: Zhengyi clutched to Denise's purple jacket tightly. Denise kept harping about her jacket. "Don't drop it horrhr!" As GL as always Zhengyi cooperated with me in faking the fallen jacket after she'd almost dropped it. "I kicked it to the other end of the toilet!" I exclaimed. Then I parked myself outside a random cubicle which I assumed Denise was in, and...I scared the wrong person! My victim turned out to be Lik Shi (SNGS)! We burst into laughter and...

Nov 20th `11

2011-12-24T12:44:00.002+08:00

Yay! I woke up way earlier than the alarm again! Guess what? Crystal woke up by herself for the first time! Maybe I should be thankful that her *ahem* arrived so soon so that she'll be haunted every morning! Sigh...happiness will not last forever though, cherish now!

First Stop: Shanghai TV Tower! I was such a goon for missing the chance to ride up the TV Tower when I went to Suzhou when I as primary five. My ears may be wickedly blasted by the immense change in pressure, but all's worth it for the beautiful scenery I'm going to feast my eyes on. I was mesmerized.

Second Stop: Shanghai Ocean Aquarium! Fish of every ilk were witnessed by me. Ranging from puny fishes to fat crocodiles, there are as many as the stars in the sky (though I'd only seen one). I had a blast snapping tons of photographs! Regretfully, I was not that focused on the tour guide. She continued her spammage of information while I continued my machine gun-camera.

Third Stop: Shanghai Techno Centre (I dunnoe how to translate properly!) There was only 1h 30min for us to explore all the Exhibition Rooms. Even though we sprinted across the building, we were deprived of time to peer into the basement. Great. One less thing learnt.

And greater. Tomorrow. Wake. Up. Earlier.

Nov 19th `11

2011-12-24T12:39:00.001+08:00

I earned myself a nightmare when the thought of no self-study crossed my mind. No self-study = no charger = low camera battery = cannot switch on Camera for long = cannot snap many photographs = nothing to do = sadded.

Still, I blasted my photography spammage...Shanghai Urban Planning Centre, some Art Museum, as well as random scenery from the bus window.

By the time it's the Cruise trip, the adorable green light on my camera flickered like the lone star in the vast sky. I was pretty reluctant to allow my camera to rest.

I was lamenting about my camera charger being stuck in the campus when the teachers chased us to the school as though we were lost sheep. My eyes shimmered.

I hopped happily towards the Selective Classroom 3. All was well until everyone's joyful conversations were disconnected by the teachers' mentioning of an "Integrity Check", which took me aback.

Everyone's lockers were inspected the second everyone arrived in the classroom. A few were caught, and they were forced to pen down a reflection about their "wrongdoings".

I feel a little depressed that the teachers had not much faith in us. Suspicion will inadvertently lead to the worsening of relationships. Still, this unpleasant check must be done...though it could be conducted in a slightly less grave way.

Nov 18th `11

2011-12-24T12:35:00.001+08:00

First Lesson: Martial Arts. The most exhausting lesson ever. And it will always be. The stretching exercise tore my muscles to shreds and the punching forced my gas bubbles to burst. Even the cool-down exercise sent me gasping for breath.

Lunch with Liwen for the 1st time. Quite an enjoyable experience. All kinds of conversations took place. I learnt about her primary school life, current life, and her family...another world just in front of me. Ain't that cool? Sadly, time did not wait for us, and soon we were sprinting at full speed everywhere.

First walk-out shopping experience! Short street, but inundated with my favourites! Angry Birds, manga...a wonderful break after a few days of mugging! However, nobody was bent on speaking in Chinese with me.

Second Lesson: Mask Painting. All of my concentration was depleted thanks to this course. I deeply believe that one's artwork will reveal glimpses of one's character. And the inference I'd made was that I'm too rash, and cannot stay still. Just like Romeo. Oh great.

Dinner without any extraordinarily delicious dishes. Still, I'm thankful that the meat was sweet, being a mild sweet-tooth, such meat is good enough as a motivator for me to finish my food. If only the vegetables were not a mountain pile...

Nov 17th `11

2011-12-24T12:29:00.000+08:00

Once again, mighty me managed to force my eyelids open wide 3min before the alarm prevailed. Yet again, Crystal was lying peacefully under the thick quilt. And as always, Weiyin was already parading around the room.

We hopped over to the canteen soon after we met-up with the JT-LY gang. 1st floor again. The most appetizing meal came. I would've skipped breakfast if I'm buay song with the taste. Fussy me.

First Lesson: Philosophy. The Dingxiang-like guy was rambling on and on about various points of view towards life. By far, this is my favourite lesson out of all of the others. The Maker, Life and Death, Progression of Time, Void, Law and Order, Friendship, and the Human Heart.

Second Lesson: Economics. Too many graphs! I'm going bonkers from staring into too many wriggly lines. Still, to learn about some history about the economical development of various countries, especially China, sigh...I would've enjoyed the lesson TTM if I'd known something related beforehand.

Dinner was rather crappy. Some salad crap but it's the most decent one...I didn't even lay my fangs on the Smelly Tofu. The auntie scammed me! She only replied, "Tofu" when I asked her what the heck they are! Until I'd smelt the full-blown stench, I was happily kept in the dark.

Nov 16th `11

2011-12-23T00:30:00.000+08:00

I sprang outta my bed way before the alarm had its showdown. I'd actually woke up at 5.38am by myself! Crystal was still snoring happily, in her dreamland. Weiyin was nowhere to be found. Clings and clangs reverberated through the creepy toilet.

5.40am. Rubbing my eyes like mad, I dived into my backpack for my comb. I miss my hairbrush! The comb merely tortured my poor hair. Still, to let Crystal and Weiyin see my bedface/bedhair would be worse. I believe I looked like Mas Selamat then.

The air in the canteen was saturated with the fragrance of breakfast. In response to this godly stimulus, my drool itched to oozed out. Fried rice, egg tart, something sweet...what more? After eating such a hearty meal, we strolled out of the hostel compound, and prepared for the worst. The bustling streets where cyclists rage.

First Lesson: Politics. To be honest, I do not have a single idea about what he;s babbling. However, I wokred to decipher his spammage and recovered some of the precious crap. And I gotta chiong an overview (project) about this? I hope I don't screw-up...

Second Lesson: Pottery. The video packed with Demo(s) actually lasted a whole period! I can feel everyone's sighs whenever the video tricked them into assuming that the video is going to end. I, too, am bored to death by that plethora of potting. And just when I started to mold that piece of shyt, I cmi-ed. Hah. Hah. Hah.

Third Lesson: Calligraphy. Can't wait to wield that hairy weapon!

Nov 15th `11

2011-12-23T00:00:00.000+08:00

Strange...why am I snapping photographs so frantically in the country I've been living in for all my life? Surely this is not patriotism! Plus, they're just dull scenery of expressways. They can be GOOGLE-d too...Wait, who the heck would want them at all? Me.

Laying lifelessly in the car, I gaze at the pitch-black sky, and breathing in stale air, I reflect upon numerous happenings. First question: Where am I going? Why? Apparently, I'm just like Okonkwo (what a poor comparison), except that I'm not gonna hang myself. Sigh...I still have many things I wanna do here.

Ahh...the butter and kaya blended with each other and melted on my tongue. I'm hungry, really hungry, I'm not just yearning for food...

Noise reverberated (what the shyt!) through my eardrums. My layered hair phailed. My stomach was rumbling as though there's no tomorrow. Then, as the noise grew louder and louder, I felt my thoracic cavity being pushed up by an unknown force (actually, it's known). A rather constipating feeling.

After a few painful minutes, I felt myself drifting up and down, and the gastric juices (eew) seemed to be homogeneously mixed with all kinds of enzymes. My brain also seemed to have left its skull and is bobbing up and down under my skin.

I feel horrible and terrible.

701st/th post: CCHS と SNGS @ Fudan

2011-12-22T22:55:00.000+08:00

37 days, 37 diary entries.
Stay tuned to my censored diary blogging coming your way tomorrow Dec 23rd!

1911辛亥革命：成龙第100部电影
Jîayeè-rawr!!

明日：お誕生日おめでとうですよ，お母ちゃん！

The Night before 'O' level Chinese paper

2011-11-10T13:24:00.015+08:00

I'd just fallen into deep sleep. I found myself in an open air carpark which I believe is in the vicinity of Cookiie's house (Pasir Ris). BEBO-girl, Cookiie, and I were on a slightly elevated platform. A tiny brown snake slithered out from nowhere and seemed to glare at us menacingly. Itchy hand me tossed a tree branch at the snake and darted towards the school (don't ask me how I sprinted so far). With the snake at my heels, I ran as fast as my legs could carry me all over the Concourse block. Bloodcurdling screams broke the serenity. Chaos. All because of that tiny snake. Who knows how many people had been bitten by it on its way to take revenge on me for my little mischievous act. The sky turned overcast in a split second and ominous clouds masked the glaring sun. I can hear BEBO-girl tracing my steps and Cookiie's occasional deep breaths behind me. But I dare not look back. It might just be an inch away from chomping on my exhausted ankle. As I ran, and ran, and ran, I reflected upon my mischief. I regretted it. Truly regretted it. Still, the fat was already in the fire...with the last ounce of my energy, I took off for the old classroom block. I saw all kinds of people I'm going to harm soon. Singtel, Disconnection (don't ask me why this guy is in the school too), and almost everyone in my social circle. This is horrid. Everyone is going to become prey. I wished I can never stop running, and lure that piece of shit out. Things did not go my way. I felt a sharp sting on my foot, and the school regained its serenity. It disappeared. Without a trace. Everything was calm. And back to the way they were......not. The lake was dyed red in blood. And several of the uniforms became Singapore flags. Blood was also seeping out of that tiny puncture continuously. Hope? It might not even exist to begin with. Everyone was feeling really lousy. When all laments gathered, a glimmer of hope appeared. In the Innosphere, there stood a group of paramedics. I rushed there on all fours, along the crimson lake which reeks of death. I earned myself a jab. Then, the paramedic checked my blood pressure, and the accursed sentence that came next was, "You'll have to take drugs for life, or die." That statement struck me hard. The pain from the vaccine numbed by itself. As I see baka-YEN testify the syringe, fear gripped my heart, and the dream world shattered into mere memories and I woke up in cold sweat.

P.S.
locations in my dream ≠ locations IRL

damn Joke I

2011-11-08T22:19:00.000+08:00

BHB-est: You know our lower sec EL 'cher is XXXX!? She's damn bias towards guys!!

Jiayee: Walan, her hormones raging or wut sia!?

Jiayee: You look normal wut! Naise bouncy hair...

BHB-est: Yeah, I think I've got this centre-parting face...

Not worth it

2011-11-08T21:39:00.000+08:00

Why take the trouble to drag my dearest back to Hell where I'm burning in right now? She's definitely way happier over there. A heaven of brushes & ink would fulfill her passion for literature perfectly, rather than huffing & puffing into a stupid bamboo pole & still getting reprimanded by that grumpy ol' hag. Not worth it right? Through this turmoil, I'd learnt to let go. Rather than sulk about the past, refusing to release any attachments to it, why don't we look forward & think of how to continue enriching our lives? Cease all nagging to get me to persuade her to return to this Hell. Not worth it. Don't gimme yer piece of shyt again. Nobody's gunna wipe off the dirt fer ya.

P.S.

Once again, I planned this post in the bathroom...when the lukewarm water lands all over my eyes, I've finally come to a conclusion to end all these confusion & prolly, depression. The sense of lost has disappeared along with the soap water that gushed into the drain...

Buay SONG-ness

2011-11-05T22:19:00.004+08:00

Recently, I'm sibei pissed-off with ppl. of all walks of life. Ranging from total strangers to even supposedly respected ppl., I just can't tolerate 'em! Their teeny weeny actions disgust me TTM!! Let's list 'em ALL out. They are...HIM...& HER (not the same person every lament).

1. Can you don't cling to her (I) like some dumb leech anot...I really feel fer Mr. Teo's fan lehs...can don't be a 奸女人 & 挑拨离间 after you'd neglected her (II)? I really pity her (I) & her (II)...as well as all those who are acquainted with you. They are either hurt by you directly or betrayed by you behind their backs. So what if you'd blocked me? It doesn't make you anywhere bimbo-er...true that yer stupid, but nowhere attractive. You'd just saved me the trouble of ostracizing you by isolating yerself...fer that, I commend ya. You'd done well in making my life easier but I still dislike you. Get lost please.

2. Yer gunna be FACE-less soon so why struggle to preserve that "face" of yers? In a bid to sabo us, you have to take the risk & now you have a bitter pill to swallow. Admit yer lost & taste yer own medicine please...it won't do to make yerself look good by dao-ing my request to pump you 'cuz it just shows how much of a sore loser you are. Anyways, to not give a damn bout my polite request is just...a f**king 好球。You shoved away yer humble pie & now everyone knows yer a lie.

3. Hand itchy sibo? Wanna slap me also no need to 趁机 right? JUST SLAP LUHS. You don't like me right? Just be'cuz I sotong awhile doesn't mean yer allowed to take advantage of my stupidity. I'm way smarter than you think I am. Anyway, yer just a loser by slapping the wrong hand. If you wanna be an obstacle in my prep fer Chinese 'O's, try again. My left hand's always there fer ya...NOT.

Endure!

2011-10-30T19:10:00.002+08:00

Chinese 'O' Levels are coming SOON. & after that, there'll be roller coasters of fun! Until then, I gotta buck up on my chinese & give it my all...while supposedly studying for Chinese, I still have to suppress this uncontrollable temptation to let the cat out of the bag...@ least until 2012!!

Screenshot says it all.

2011-10-30T19:09:00.002+08:00

Weird Dream X MSN Version

2011-10-26T22:25:00.001+08:00

i shall say it all
ok
it's in some
desert-like place
means no plants luh
all orange/brown wuteva
den gt dis building
is an exhibition hall-like thingy
den the hall has a large door
den the building surrounded by a gate
the upper part of the door
is can see thru
ok so fer a certain time
dis hall is opened
the inside of the hall appears to be like some cabin in a ship
n maze-like
so when it's about to be closed
the officer will chase ppl out
den gt dis group of guailan banglah
duwan go out
officer lock 'em in
be'cuz the hall is dark
their eyes n teeth
gt the shine
v.creepy
den dey scold etc.
den the officer juz shut the gate
so dey starving inside
the hall doesn't open everyday luh
so when the officer open again
dey look skeletally thin
n gross...
still scolding, etc.
den few days ltr again.
bones leaning on the door.
finish.

(HPPINESS) Falls Into Place

2011-10-20T21:30:00.000+08:00

I still kenot fully empathize wif AHOGAMI 'cuz he juz LOOKS LIKE HE HAS SIBLINGS (lol wts) hahaha! ok thanks fer yer feedback 'cuz it'll dissolve some of my intolerance. I'm v.easily influenced by -ve feelings so yeah ):

& hey I think you'd forgotten bout the whole report card thingy...you have someone here who's treating you like a rival since sec1 ._."|| & since you pwned me since sec2, you think I'll slap my butt & go off somewhere else (translate to chinese)? tch.

now I feel a lil' guilty dat I tell my parents bout how indifferent yer parents were...how bochup dey were, how insane Joel is...etc. hahaha :X (sense the guilt lol)

eh, still, bout the les-ing thing, it's disgusting so any normal person will get mad lol. I get pissed @ both of ya (w/o you knowing ofc) when he recounts the go-home trip wif y'all. URGH. dat aspect of ya, I'll never accept it! so don't show dat les-ing to me!

hurhur feel free to type some stuff bout yer life here...it's...intriguing.

still, it'll be fun to wreck havoc @ yer classroom. you juz killed a reason off grr.

Band: Pancaragam

2011-10-19T20:07:00.002+08:00

CHECK: one thigh rises by 90degrees, bent @ knees
BANG: raised leg hits the ground
HADAPAN: front
KIRI: left
KANAN: right

MARCHING: start with LEFT leg
when LEFT leg sticks out front: right hand sticks out front 90degrees; left hand sticks out back 45degrees (don't worry, nobody's gunna bother waving around a stupid protractor, juz a guideline)
when RIGHT leg sticks out front: left hand sticks out front 90degrees; right hand sticks out back 45degrees

Sedi-A - Stand at Attention. Elbows locked, eyes stare forward, chin up. No movement.
Timer: 1, 2! (1: Hands move down to somewhere nearer yer butt suddenly) (2: Left leg CHECK, BANG)

Senang di-RI - Stand at Ease. Legs placed shoulder width apart, hands behind backs, right hand over left hand, fingers straightened. Eyes still forward, looking up, no talking.
Timer: 1, 2! (1: CHECK) (2: BANG & legs in senang diri position)

(Rehatkan Di-ri - Stand Easy) I have no recollection of obeying this command.

Ke-kanan lu-rus - Face to the right, straighten the dressing. (If squad is not perfect square/rectangle, ppl. in the centre to move to the borders.) (Most right column ppl. need not face right, but need to check, bang) (Right Marker need not face right, check, bang)
Timer: Up, Check! (Up: jerk head to the right)

Pandang ke-hadapan pan-DANG - (usually after ke-kanan lu-rus) Eyes to the front. (those who did not face right: juz ignore & eyepower commander)
Timer: Up! (Up: jerk head back to front)

Ke-kiri/kanan, pu-SING - Left/Right Turn.
Timer: Turn, Check! (I'm not sure bout the words used to time this command)
P.S. (applies to all movements)
turn right: check with left leg
turn left: check with right leg

Keblakang pu-SING - about turn at 180 degrees (turn RIGHT 1st).
Timer: Turn, Check!
P.S.
Heel-Toe method...someone cfm will demo one. Right heel, Left Toe touching the ground, spin 180 degrees.

Hentak kaki, cepat Hen-TAK - Quick Mark time (IOW, march on the spot)
Timer: Left, (Right), Left, (Right), Left, Right, Left, (Right), Left, (Right), Left, (Right), Left, Right, (Left), (Right)! [repeat until commander stops ya, so time v.slowly to save energy xD]

Ma-JU - (usually after Hentak kaki, cepat Hentak) March forward (march on spot if gunna bang wall)
Commander: shout JU on right leg BANG
Timer: (after right leg BANG when commanded, another left leg BANG) (just before right leg BANG) Check, (Hentak kaki, cepat Hentak's Timing)! [repeat until commander stops ya]

Dari kiri, cepat ja-lan - march forward (march on spot if gunna bang wall)
Timer: same as Hentak kaki, cepat Hentak's Timing!

Berhen-TI - halt (after right leg BANG during the command, left leg BANG, den end with another right leg BANG)
Commander: shout TI on right leg BANG
Timer: Check (on command), (Left), (Right), (Bang?)!

Skuad, Keluar-BARIS - Squad, fall out; turn right, march forward three steps (start with left leg)
Timer: Turn, Check, Left, Right, Left, (Bang?)!

Bersurai - Dismiss (same as Keluar-BARIS, but this one's fall out permanently for the day)
Timer: same as Keluar-BARIS' Timing!

Kanashii

2011-10-18T21:43:00.002+08:00

I shall attack everyone's post individually...& end wif a naise conclusion fer both of ya. Sherfungus won't be here so yeah LOL. I shall reply to Blackiie's 1st heehee~ (I sound hentai-ish...oh & belated 变态节快乐！)

oh plz don't allow dis blogskin change to make matters worse fer ya mentally ok! dis design was up long long time ago...juzzat I didn't realize until recently. yeah dat's why it's only different recently. it's not a change...it's LAG!

spam mugging doesn't mean you no life...don't you experience the thrill of being capable of understand more stuff...furthermore, as a pure geog. student, you now harness world knowledge dat ppl. like me phail to comprehend. plz allow dis superiority to feed yer hunger fer happiness. 'cuz, playing all day will make ya sick of it someday too!

going home alone is not only yer problem. although not as often as you, the too-lazy-me juz can't be bothered to bug any acquaintance to go home wif me. even though it'll be really boring, take the time to look around you...fer me, I like to look at the birds & clouds...fer the latter, dey are forever pretty!

I know I'm going off-topic, still, don't make funny excuses to be alone. JUZ FKING SAY NO~ pluck dat courage...& you'll be sweetly rewarded wif a gr8 sense of achievement. I understand the feeling of being all alone after dat one person steers clear. I've been through dat, & I admit it has left an ugly scar on me. Nevertheless, you have two Joels @ home, & one Jessie...maybe yer short of James, still, yer complete. If not team rocket, den team J.

bowing down to fate is gud fer certain occasions. e.g. mum keep bitching @ ya, talk back = die, so accept fate & diam ok.

HOWEVERR, do be like 逆水的小鱼。(EOY HCL PAPER2) wif gr8 efforts come gr8 rewards. you think I uber happy sibo? I am happy, still, I don't really feel fulfilled w/o y'all. I, no, vernessa too, took pains to tell our newfound friends bout SJVJ. if we had accepted our fate, SJVJ 的崩溃是指日可待的。HENCEE, thesis: follow yer heart, sometimes, don't bottle up yer real thoughts, it's ok to spill 'em out...be...MEANER.

& d'you know why yer fking sandwiched btwn. ppl. of yer screwed-up social circle (hints sth mean)? yer juz too much of a shudd-ed up person. SPEAK YER MIND. ppl. like 'em need to HEAR YOU. not like I dunnid, still, I refuse to make myself a nuisance. & be'cuz I think too much, I kinda suffered tons of mental torture...ok I'm off-topic.

STILL GOT MORE. can don't be so lame? join clique? you think so natural arhs? don't join. you...bond ppl. together (: e.g. SJVJ juz got together so naturally. w8 fer such opportunities. I had my fill of fun during lower sec thx to dis. if I'd persisted in being a sore thumb & continue gluing to hueywen & jiayu, life wud have sucked ttm (hints sth mean again).

shameful to continue adding on...I'm also v.stressed out by CCA. I can't believe I cried. urgh. but thx to dat, I can rly see who's rly concerned bout me (: look @ the bright side, go & pop stupid bubbles. ok I'm so gunna steal sth from SJAB room.

Lastly to Blackiie, I thank ya fer yer honesty! xD dis is indeed a successful platform fer us to bitch around woohoo. not dat active, still, don't think no one's looking horrhs! write sth even more embarrassing & it might hit headlines the next day hahaha!

baka-VER! I only check SJVJ blog a few times a month (depends on my mood) so glad dat you mentioned bout dis on FB! yay~

naise solution. still, knowing Blackiie, she cfm sure damn shy one. Hmm...maybe BonBon will molest & arouse her or sth...whoops.

oh yeah I believe AHOGAMI's partly responsible fer yer limited social circle. also, yer class itself is a problem. wif ppl. like gisella...Blackiie, it's juz sheer bad luck.

baka-VER! I'm rly touched dat yer willing to do all these fer Blackiie! sadly, I refuse to give up my car rides be'cuz my dad may revoke the privilege forever once he gets used to his stupid freedom (ahem...FREEDOM). I don't wanna elaborate anymore lest the whole thing becomes less sincere (ok it already has).

oh yes I became almost totally intolerant of him 'cuz he flared up since I stole his fone. wow since it's 'cuz of the cake thingy, I guess dat trait of his better change else he's gunna lose everything.

anyways, he doesn't have any other close friends, according to him luhs. so maybe dat's why he clings to Blackiie, the only acquaintance.

oh...if yer gunna scold or sth, tell me okays...& it better be sth big den I can destroy 3RP classroom or sth. other than Blackiie & the 2MD gang, I don't rly like anyone else from 3RP. let's destroy such pests who take up my oxygen supply. in terms of violence, I'm on par wif him. but in terms of who gets angry 1st, it's him (: still, I'm damn virile ok!

& unlike you, baka-VER, I support the idea dat Blackiie continues to mug, but fun-mug...maybe you can organize some chinese 'O' level study date or sth...& help me too HAHAHA.

Cheers,

Curry.

(troll face) Problem?

2011-10-17T22:28:00.000+08:00

Word of advice: Plz don't continue playing hero liaos. Pointless. D'you think she'd appreciate you? It must've been unbeknownst to you that yer backstabbed by her umpteen times. I pity you. Cease such deviation of cyber bullying. You do not deserve such harsh treatment. I believe that many a time she has been given chances to change herself for the better. Since she remained to be as hypocritical as always, hopeless. Give up. You cannot make it. Rather than suffer in her stead, why don't you be a lil' more selfish & leave her in the lurch? Not like you owe her anything. Friendship? Don't delude yerself. Live life to the fullest, & don't let ppl. of that ilk spoil yer fun.

P.S.

"Flame"? By all means, be my guest.

XXXX...NOT!

2011-10-16T22:52:00.002+08:00

Many unhappy thoughts had coalesced to form the almighty FB group that day. Phew. I heaved a sigh of immense relief. I thought I was the only one despising that person TTM. I thought I was fugly in character. I thought everything's just me & my intolerance. Witnessing several dissatisfied comments bout that v.person, I do not feel alone anymore. I have ppl. who are siding with me. I...I'm just on 7th heaven!! Cloud 9 too...I thought that in this world, I'm the only one who thought bout that person otherwise! Not now. I can finally, openly flash my abhorrence...& not be haunted by guilt or anything else.

Either way is fine by me.

2011-10-15T15:23:00.001+08:00

If yer reading it, FINE. If not, let "bygones" be "bygones". After this incident, I'm finally totally on Shermangus & baka-VER's side. I've grown sufficiently intolerant of you. My way is not to Ostracize, but to silently Assault. Everything will appear to be the same as before, but never so in my soul. I used to believe that Shermangus & baka-VER are just plain selfish fer thinking that way. Now I am just as "selfish". Treating me that way is ALRIGHT be'cuz I can perfectly fend fer myself. However, I kenot imagine how you'd treat Blackiie...why is she so stressed out in yer presence? You must've revealed yer "true" colours. Fear? No. I strongly believe that she merely fears to worry us. I have my thoughts laid out already. I have decided. No more leeway. I will flash my dissatisfaction, no matter how fugly it'll be. Things will never be the same again.

If you'd thought I fear yer scream, think again. I merely not want to worry the uber pressured Ms. Yang, as well as my classmates. You do not scare me! Hmph, & what you'd just done has done more shame to yerself than to me. Tyranny, not bravery. Everyone has the ability to scream, afterall. I have shut in my sympathetic feelings towards Blackiie, & it's high-time I let all loose. She deserves such sympathy! Why you? I pity her. Well..., not just you, that entire social circle is a mess. What did she do to deserve all these? If she's naise, den don't take her fer granted & do things yer way! Don't flash around such intimacy & offend the ppl. around her all along. I pity her, really. Poor, poor Blackiie.

Photo Phantasm XV

2011-10-15T15:03:00.000+08:00

In the slump

2011-10-15T13:52:00.001+08:00

A. Maths ain't a surprise to me...Mr. Teo just loves to let the cat out of the bag the instant he finished dyeing our papers red. Hmm...bout A. Maths, I feel like I've been living in some timeless dimension since the start of my journey of learning A. Maths. I have been bound by a B grade the whole while. I don't go up or down v.far from this grade. I still don't realize what the hell will push me up to an A, or what the heck will pull me down to some bottomless pit of other grades. Things remained the same. I don't know if it's even gud or bad.

SS had just upgraded into SSS for me. Super Social Studies. I just got myself killed in my SBQ though it was prolly the highest few in the class. Still, a 9/25 is not that impressive. Something like my previous EL Compre. marks. Anyway, I'm much sadded by my SEQ on Self-Reliance. By far, @ least half of my additional essays I've written are related to Self-Reliance. Why on earth I'm getting a L3/4 for it!!? I really didn't expect my three-factor essay to go L3/7, since I only linked here & there...but the web's nowhere solidified. One word: *sigh*

Me & my arrogance. I really question where the reliability of my thoughts, "I DID DAMN WELL FER IT". I've been faring horribly, & I have deluded myself yet again by even thinking of relying on languages.

Frankly, I was crestfallen when I saw my Narrative & Proposal marks. One pass one phail. Expected, yet, difficult to face it. All the courage I'd took the pains to cultivate & nurture just went "POOF!" in that v.moment. Lost all motivation for English. I refuse to rely on English any longer. & there came Chinese.

It's not all wrong that I placed my bets on Chinese. Still, the no. of crosses remained that many and it kinda hurt. Not like I'd been diligently studying grammar for Chinese, but it's just...I'm still not content with barely passing Paper 2!! & there were 6marks gone just be'cuz I did my dice stunt when my instinct were totally spot-on! Sheesh! & now I lost my trust for my cube. Burn in hell, language & humanities!! Freaking important, but I just cmi! Grr!

Literature did not really dealt a blow to me, since I already had this mindset that TFA's not my cup of tea. I just can't think of anything during the exam for TFA. & as expected, I did better for the Unseen Poem. Slightly. I earned back my B4 grade. All that's left is R&J. I hope Ms. Annisa will recover exponentially in the process of marking our scripts. Maybe her child will become the next William Shakespeare. Oh crap, what am I babbling about ._."||

Last incisive blow: E. Geography. So what if tons of ppl. screwed the paper up? I'm not ****ing doing that well @ all either!! I merely passed by a puny 3marks! Human Geog. (N)!! I just don't possess the common sense! Urgh! I don't even know what some questions want! Nevertheless, I'm quite proud of my L1/1 LORMs. A novel experience. Never knew it was possible. I felt so heroic then...& back to being a zero now.

Conclusion: Rather than cry over spilled milk, let's dawdle through this lame weekend & enjoy life while we can! No point losing beauty sleep 'cuz of this unchangeable numbers. Like it or lump it. There's always a next time. Oh...then why am I feeling so disappointed now -.-"|| man, I don't know how to make myself feel better.

Shermangus won't be reading this, I hope.

2011-10-08T22:22:00.000+08:00

Holy cow! I was thinking of penning Shermaine's birdday letter when the person herself sent an SMS right in my face. Shocking event #1. Then, when I was spam mentioning that I'm gunna see her on monday, she didn't geddit until GG. It was 'cuz I lumped the 1630 chalet thingy together, but still, shocking event #2. Afterwards, as I was carefully engraving every single word on the thin piece of foolscap paper, her SMS suddenly arrived and sent my phone vibrating ttm and which made me literally jump outta my skin. Shocking event #3. Sibei chua tio!!

I would if I could

2011-10-04T18:11:00.004+08:00

Wah sibei kiampa leh dis kns baabaa! She juz can't w8 to f**king jump the goddamned queue! Can mai flash dat disgusting look dat was lamely filled with contempt? It's so gruesome dat I feel like puking. And my vomit will be waaay more than the spread in the pungent lift! Almost shoved my mother off the counter right? I proudly declare I had done the same to you! How does it feel like, tasting yer own medicine?? Oh w8 I forgot that you have NO taste! You and yer dorky appearance juz gives everyone the chills! Well, @ least you kept yer fat lips shut. Else the uber market will stink till god knows when! Hmph. I'm done with my immature bitching! Moral of the story: Don't bully other people's parents in front of them! Nub!

Write about an occasion when someone did a wrong which you cannot forgive

2011-09-30T20:14:00.000+08:00

Apparently, I have gone off-topic. Still, I do appreciate the vocabulary I have instinctively applied here.

The eerie silence haunted me as I trotted to the creaking door. Peculiar. Ironic that such lifeless silence had prevailed when Santa was making his rounds. Cautiously, I tiptoed to the door that was left ajar. I pressed my ears against it. Tranquility. I continued leaning against it. Still no sound. However, the door creaked louder and louder, and soon welcomed me to a horrid sight that will forever be etched on my mind.

The cosy living room was redolent with the scent of fresh blood. On the floor were thin trails of blood. The walls were dyed an intense red. The room had indeed matched to Santa's costume, but not the atmospphere. The stale air induced fear into me exponentially, as I stood rooted to the ground with my mouth agape.

Trudging through the hallway strewn with torn pages, I made a cursory glance at the other potential rooms. Pitch-black, dead silent, and empty. Gradually becoming desperate. Slammed every door open. Fast-paced footsteps. Finally, all light dawned upon the creepy apartment except for...the toilet, which situated at the dark corner. Stationing myself right before Pandora box, I took a deep breath, and unwillingly turned the door knob. All hell breaks loose.

Faceless

2011-09-23T19:31:00.000+08:00

I'll be isolated from almost everyone for one month or so after 'O' Level Chinese. I'll be faceless for that looong period of time. You may not miss me, but I'll miss ya TTM so do add me on MSN you_are_my_love_x333@hotmail.com or SKYPE User: KairiRAWR; Phone: +65 9641 XXXX; Name: Jiayee; if you wanna see me!! I should be on9 around 8pm to 9pm on weekdays (: I guess I won't have anymore lingering attachments to Singapore by then!

P.S.
Gotta remind Chen Hentai to TC Band Library while I'm gone!
Inform Salty Fish that the few Band practices after EOYs are my last few of 2011.
Bring some bassoon reeds over!

With this, I shall end this blog post & scram! Time to mug! Hmph!

Epic Me.

2011-09-19T21:04:00.001+08:00

SSSpam

2011-09-18T21:19:00.001+08:00

1st day of sch. TERM III '11

2011-09-12T19:20:00.003+08:00

Not as traumatic as the first day but I'm still deprived of a choice of seat. Oh well, the fate of those who reach sch ON TIME. At least I managed to grab a vantage spot for my locker. That snatching has wholly depicted my KIASU-ness.

Mrs. Indra: Locker? Hmm...you can allocate them yourselves.
3MD: -fidgets a little-
Jiayee: -chiongs from the back of the classroom to her seat to retrieve the itching lock and jogs to hog one of the best empty lockers to lock-
Zhekai: Hahaha what the heck Jiayee!
Jiayee: Ok kope liao. Back to noticeboard job!

This phone is difficult to navigate. I shall stop here. Maybe I'll blog again later. Till then!

In your opinion, to what extent is Prince Escalus an enlightened leader?

2011-09-10T23:09:00.001+08:00

Your response should consider the way he deals with:
- Lord Capulet and Lord Montague when the play first starts
- The news of Mercutio’s death
- The discovery of Paris’ death and Romeo and Juliet’s suicides

An enlightened leader is someone who is able to guide and instruct people such that matters are under control. An enlightened leader is righteous, concerned about his/her followers, and firm. In my opinion, Prince Escalus is not an enlightened leader.

Firstly, the way Prince Escalus deals with Lord Capulet and Lord Montague when the play first starts was insufficient. Prince Escalus was unable to convey the reason for his wish to pursue and maintain public peace to Lord Capulet and Lord Montague; he had merely threatened to execute them. This can be seen in, “If you ever disturb our streets again, Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.” This would mean that Lord Capulet and Lord Montague would only stop fighting in order to keep themselves alive, and not because they wanted to reconcile. Since there is still hatred between them, Prince Escalus has only managed to keep the peace temporarily. In the long run – in fact only a few days later, the feud between them is heated. Therefore, Prince Escalus has failed to lead his people to follow his idea of maintaining public peace, and so he is not an enlightened leader.

Secondly, the way Prince Escalus passes judgement on Romeo when he heard the news of Mercutio’s death did not solve the feud between the Capulets and Montagues. This can be seen in, “I have an interest in your hate’s proceeding; My blood for your rude brawls doth lie ableeding.” This would mean that Prince Escalus has not fulfilled his responsibilities such that violence has occurred again. He has only banished Romeo, which further intensifies the hatred between both the Capulets and Montagues, as from Lady Capulet’s point of view, Romeo should be executed but he was not. Tybalt, being a very passionate Capulet, was not stopped and controlled in time, hence the challenge and murder. Since Prince Escalus has not solved the same issue between the Capulets and Montagues, Mercutio ended up being involved. Therefore, Prince Escalus has failed to lead his people to follow his idea of maintaining public peace, and so he is not an enlightened leader.

Thirdly, the way Prince Escalus deals with the discovery of Paris’ death and Romeo and Juliet’s suicides is again ineffective. This can be seen in “Capulet, Montague, See what a scourge is laid upon your hate”. This would mean that Prince Escalus was never able to sort this feud throughout the play. It was only until Romeo and Juliet died that Lord Capulet and Lord Montague are willing to reconcile. Prince Escalus has attempted to dismiss their hatred but to no avail. To add on, Prince Escalus was helpless against the deaths of his two kinsmen; he was guilty of not dealing with the Capulets and the Montagues properly before the violence broke out. This can be seen in, “And I for winking at your discords too Have lost a brace of kinsmen; all are punished.” Therefore, Prince Escalus has failed to lead his people to follow his idea of maintaining public peace until the damage was done, and so he is not an enlightened leader.

In my opinion, Prince Escalus is a good leader to a certain extent, by even willing to make an appearance for all these violence instead of sending out his henchmen. Still, I believe that Prince Escalus should have been firmer and more strict, even towards nobles like Lord Capulet & Lord Montague. Hence, Prince Escalus is not an enlightened leader.

I LOVE TO INSULT

2011-09-07T23:03:00.000+08:00

わからないよ！　Ⅱ

2011-09-07T20:30:00.001+08:00

^ I was ticked off yet again. However, I fought back my tears. Nothing streaked down my stressed-out cheeks. I'd tasted not the salt of my tears, but the sweetness of my success. I won. I am a winner. JIAYEE, 万歳！JIAYEE, がんばって！Hmm...still, I kinda wish that I'm free of sucha heavy responsibility. I wanna focus solely on music-making...but I refuse to lose in this balancing act. HMPH. I CAN DO IT! RAWRs!! You might wish to view where this optimism was born from. Compare & contrast.

^ ba-KAA-chan...pull yerself together & straighten out! Don't bullshyt all those depressing crap along with an undoubtedly FAKE smiley! I really wonder...who could it be that's giving you all these troubling thoughts? Seriously..., to everyone in my social circle, don't be such an asshoe okay? YOU DISGUST ME (actually, I have a person in mind whom I believe is the root of all these problems). SHOO! I really dislike ya TTM...esp. so since I do not even know you. Strangers to shoo, please.

P.S.

Hmm...I learnt something crappy today...the Alt. Numpad!

Alt. 224 α

Alt. 225 ß etc.

わからないよ！

2011-09-06T23:26:00.002+08:00

I don't wanna listen - I don't wanna listen - I don't wanna listen!

Please...cease all these. I don't wanna listen to any more about baka-JO!!

Lookiie here, I WAS her classmate & AM one of her bestiies. Wouldn't it just depress me more when you continue blabbering bout her 5W1H? I'm already having less & less contact with her...& yer rubbing salt on my wounds when you chatter bout yer happy & wonderful moments with her. Ironic, yeah? One moment, I'm with her; another moment, yer with her, & story-telling me whatever I've missed out.

I would love to believe that there is no ill-will behind all these...but the -ve perspective of mine just would not yield -- I'm more & more convinced that yer RAWR-ing with laughter IN MY FACE that I'mma loser. True that I story-tell...but I believe that I have certain limits. I don't recount 'em in a "boasting" manner...w8, maybe I do, so what? Sorry for being SO SELF-CENTERED. Now I'm the one who's buay song, hmph, so all else do not matter for now.

& this is not just the only shyt I'm buay song about. I hope that euphemisms can be widely used. I seriously dislike horny terms. They are disgusting, offensive...and what more? Please don't force/influence me to mutate into someone more "open"...I like the way I am now. I may not be exactly pure & innocent, still, this kind of sensitive stuff should lay low as much as possible.

Last but not least, PLEASE be more self-centered. Don't KYAn-gar to me bout some random girl who does not affect my life in the least. If it's in the SS context, yes, she may mess up my life GOOD. Still, such ppl. are...frankly, insignificant to me. So what if she's FRAWEsome? Tch. Like I'll be FRAWE-some-d.

Maybe some hatred has been inherited by me from my bestiies, but if you'd been more amiable towards 'em earlier on, or tone yerself down towards me, things would have prolly turned for the better. I possess no ill feelings towards you, but I hope that I'll never live to witness all these aspects of you again. I tend to hate parts of ppl.'s personality, but I'll grow to accept 'em after a year or so when they have tried to accommodate me...what about you? It's definitely way more than a year.

Photo Phantasm XIV

2011-09-05T22:39:00.000+08:00

6B-daybyday

2011-09-05T20:36:00.000+08:00

^ Another blog reformed by me (: running total of 3!

heh...hopes it's refreshing enough to tempt ya (& myself, too) to blog more!!

ACE-learning

2011-09-03T17:17:00.001+08:00

Happy Teachers' Day

2011-09-02T16:42:00.000+08:00

Happy Teachers' Day!

Blog2Print!

2011-09-01T23:10:00.001+08:00

Teachers' Day `11 II

2011-09-01T22:40:00.002+08:00

^ Please forgive my rough & unpleasant voice in the background...& the sexy whistle's blown by me too (:

Teachers' Day `11

2011-09-01T21:03:00.000+08:00

BEBO-girl, GL-king, Leonard, Zheng Xuan

2011-09-01T20:54:00.001+08:00

MSN: I waited & waited. Izzit dat difficult to gimme a lil' lil' lil' reply? I'm so disappointed. -.-"||

2011-08-31T23:05:00.004+08:00

You'd forgotten bout me.
What else could there be?

P.S.
Happy Teachers' Day?

Nobody to turn to III

2011-08-30T21:45:00.005+08:00

Not like I wanna turn to anyone...but this blog post is v.related to the prev. 2 so I might as well lump 'em together...*cough* further evidence revealing a stench of scandal...so when I found myself logged in some random FB account when I borrowed my dad's laptop was NOT A COINCIDENCE. It was...undeniably, INEVITABILITY.

^ Enough said.

P.S.

お誕生日おめでとうですよ，バカイェン！

Fellow Blogger

2011-08-29T13:34:00.005+08:00

Piang! It's been ages since I've last visited someone else's blog...it's not like I don't want to...it's just that the ones I'm closer to don't update their confounded blogs!! & so, I'm only restricted to knowing 'em more off9. It's especially itching me now that I'm active in blogging again.

Well..., but the principal reason of why I'm even active is that I've actually found a fellow blogger that I would like to stalk TTM xD hehe...the best thing is that I can understand @ least half of what she's typing!

Frankly, 6B`08 & 2HM`10 classmates' blogs don't really appeal to me unless there's some harsh cursing going on...we've been separated for so long that the bonds are as negligible as those of air. Even though I'm more or less the same ('cept that I've become more sarcastic, less violent, less vulgar), the others are...180° inverted.

AA-er. Bitchier. Cock-ier. Disgusting-er. Egoistic-er. Fake-r. Gross-er...

My goosebumps just rise forthwith when I see 'em in action. WHO ARE YOU? Wait. WHO ARE THEY? "And gladly shunned who gladly fled from me." With that, it's GAME OVER. I am nowhere better..., but sorrow eats @ me whenever my efforts of "reconciling" are left in the lurch.

What do I do? Give up. I have tried, but if the receiving end refuses so profusely, then let's not make a nuisance of myself. Rather than to repair an ol' bike, I would follow the crowd & sit on the new one...enjoying the wind blowing against my sadded cheeks.

Hahaha. This is life. 'Tis a pity that we humans are given too much conscience, consciousness. Ignorance is bliss. Now, all is too late. What's left for me but to rant?

Spirited Away

2011-08-28T16:52:00.002+08:00

C F A | C F A | C F A | C F A

F G | A F C - | A G C | G F D D . | E F C - | C D E | F G C F | G A Bb Bb A | G F G -

F G | A F C - | A G C | G F D D . | E F C - | C D E | F G C F | G A Bb Bb A | G F F -

How far do you agree that the main factor in creating Social Harmony in Singapore had been Public Housing Policy?

2011-08-28T16:45:00.000+08:00

Social harmony is created through the accomplishment of cohesion and peace among people of a nation, Singapore. One factor that creates social harmony is the public housing policy. The two other factors are common practices and self-help groups.

The public housing policy creates social harmony in Singapore. The public housing policy puts a limit on the proportion of races in every neighbourhood and block of Singapore. This is to allow for a more equal distribution of the different races in all housing estates. Then, people of different races will tend to live together and this will provide opportunities for them to interact. When people interact with one another more, they can understand one another better in terms of beliefs and cultures and this will cause them to have greater appreciation for one another. Along with having greater respect and tolerance through understanding, these people of different races will have less conflict and this will eventually lead to creating social harmony, as peace is achieved through cohesion. Therefore, the public housing policy is one factor that creates social harmony in Singapore.

Common practices create social harmony in Singapore. Common practices are actions which Singaporeans carry out together. For example, singing the national anthem and saying the pledge daily in school are common practices. This could encourage national pride towards the country and allow Singaporeans to develop a sense of belonging for Singapore. This could then foster a national identity as people as these common practices instill loyalty and national pride in them. With a national identity, Singaporeans, regardless of race or religion, will then be able to see themselves as one people, and not divide themselves in groups by their race or religion. This will thereby encourage people to interact with one another freely as they no longer limit themselves to their groups. With more of such interaction comes better understanding and this will cause them to have greater appreciation for one another. Along with having greater respect and tolerance through understanding, people of different races and religions will have less conflict and this will eventually lead to creating social harmony, as there is cohesion and peace among people of Singapore. Therefore, common practices is one factor that creates social harmony in Singapore.

Self-help groups create social harmony in Singapore. Self-help groups help members of their community who are less fortunate to get air. For example, Mendaki is a self-help group which helps the Malays to cope and compete with one another on equal footing with Singaporeans. By doing so, everyone will be able to improve on their social and economic positions. Thus, self-help groups promote equality among Singaporeans, regardless of race of religion. When there is equality, there will be no discrimination as Singaporeans can then progress together and they will be content. Without conflict, social harmony is created through peace among Singaporeans. Therefore, self-help groups is one factor that creates social harmony in Singapore.

P.S.
Key Idea of Safeguarding the Interest of Minority Groups - Self-help Groups: Equality -> No Discrimination -> Progress Together
Don't focus on the joint tuition programme (self-help groups) as it is just a narrow & recent example

Things Fall Upside Down (Story II)

2011-08-28T16:11:00.003+08:00

"Why are you so useless? Now get out of my sight!" Ekwefi screamed at Nwoye as she threw the broomstick that was in her hand away, leaving a sobbing Nwoye scuttling our of her obi.

Nwoye clutched at his arm that was beaten, tears streaming down his cheeks. Though his eyes were smarted with tears, he knew where he was headed to -- his father, Okonkwo's obi. That was his only place for comfort, only place for love.

Okonkwo was comforting his daughter, Obiageli, who had also received a dressing down from Ekwefi when he heard another cry outside his heart. Gosh...seriously, what in the name of the gods had those children done wrong that angered Ekwefi? Nwoye was already the third child that had come seeking for his comfort today. Pushing Obiageli away, he walked towards the entrance of his obi, only to see a heart-wrenching scene -- Nwoye weeping while trying to soothe the pain felt on his bruised arm.

"Father, Mother Ekwefi has beaten me again," Nwoye cried between tears.

Taking Nwoye into his embrace, Okonkwo whispered words of comfort to him, his heart crying for his poor children. Ekwefi was very strict and harsh to all of them. It was always he whom the children seek when they were scolded or beaten by her. However, there were also times when Ekwefi would sit together with the whole family, laughing and sharing the events that had happened in the day. For the children, the only thing they could associate with Ekwefi was happiness and success. On the other hand, it was Okonkwo whom they seek in times of bitterness and sorrow.

"Father what had I done wrong? I had just delayed the time for farming and Mother Ekwefi got angry with me. I don't understand. Why would she beat only the boys but merely scold the girls? She is unfair to us," said Nwoye, who was wiping away his snot. He could not comprehend why girls had far better treatment than the boys. Shouldn't they be treated equally?

"My son, you must understand that your Mother Ekwefi is doing these for the best interest of you. Men are supposed to be strong and serve their women. She does not want you to be wifeless in the future and be laughed at by others. She was doing this for your own good. No woman would want a lazy man for a husband." Okonkwo explained, remembering the times when he had first married Ekwefi.

"But why shouldn't all genders be treated equally?"
"This is our culture," Okonkwo replied, with a tinge of sadness.
"But if she loves us, she would not be biased! I hate her!" Nwoye retorted angrily. This left Okonkwo speechless. It was the deadly truth.

Outside Okonkwo's obi, Ekwefi could hear everything that was being said. Her heart gave a twist when she heard how one of her sons thought of her. She wanted the best for them, and she had not meant to hurt them so badly. She hadn't known that they had found her such a nuisance. She loved them. Yes, she truly did.

For a woman, the worst thing to hear was that her child hated her. She could put up a strong front, be strict and harsh to t hem, pretending not to bother about their feelings. Still, deep down inside, she was still a woman. She, too, needed support. It was especially hard for her to accept the fact that what she thought was good for her children was actually the root of the cause why her children disliked her. And it hurted a lot. Very painful.

Things Fall Upside Down (Story)

2011-08-28T15:05:00.000+08:00

Ekwefi kicked her husband out of her obi.

"Get down to your farming, you lazy man!" she shouted at Okonkwo, placing her hands on her hips and remembering the days when she would fool around with Okonkwo. She was pregnant with her only child -- well, not Okonkwo's first child, because he had two other wives -- and she had thrown Okonkwo out to the fields the day she discovered that she was pregnant.

Okonkwo started to stammer something, but Ekwefi shouted, "Do what you are told, man!" and threw a hoe at him.

That was the 'normal' day for the family. Ekwefi ruled her family with her iron fist even though she was not Okonkwo's first wife -- she was his first wrestling wife -- the most aggressive out of the three.

There was a barn built against one end of the red walls and long stacks of yam stood out prosperously in it. At the opposite end of the compound was a shed for the goats and slaves. During the planting season, the slaves were released to help Okonkwo with the planting of crops. For the rest of the time, they were left in the company of the goats and Okonkwo took them out every now and then to graze on dry straw.

"That had no right, they had no say, and they longed to be be free one day."

Then the Week of Peace came along. Ekwefi sat in her obi, combing Ezinma's hair with a carved fishbone. As she prepared to plait her daughter's hair with the only piece of hyena skin she had, Ekwefi discovered that the hyena skin was missing!

"Who took my hyena skin?" Ekwefi shouted as she stomped towards Okonkwo's obi where the two other wives were gathered. A hush fell upon Okonkwo's obi and Ekwefi grew more irate. "Are you all deaf and dumb?"

Her eyes zeroed in on Okonkwo who was looking furtively at his feet. His lips were twitching and he looked guilty.

"Okonkwo?" Ekwefi said threateningly, her eyes narrowed.

"Um..." Okonkwo stammered. "I-I-I accidentally u-u-used i-it f-f-for w-wra--"

"You used it for wrapping up the food?" Ekwefi screeched. "How dare you, you stupid man!" With that, she rewarded him a tight slap and an iron fist to deepen the dent in his face.

After a sound beating, Ekwefi felt much better. She had done justice for her hyena. Afterall, carrying out justice was the job of a wrestingling wife, wasn't it?

Kiiro Nikki III

2011-08-26T23:05:00.002+08:00

Apr 16th `11
Things are not the way they were anymore. What's left for me now!

Apr 26th `11
有一个笨笨的小女孩，
她的名字叫做XX。
她考试考得很优异，
她悄悄让蕙苓跳楼。
XX啊你可知道你多笨，
笨到跟佳怡抢书。
Hi Jiayee. My handwriting very nice right? (Toto-chan)
看那大便那么美丽，
我就一粒诚心喂你吃。

Jun 30th `11
A transfer student arrived. I think he's called Chun Khai. Well, welcome to 3MD anyways! Now, I wonder if anything extraordinary will happen, like how it does in manga...I wonder, I wander, & I wish!

Jul 4th `11
Gunna be on Snack probation until the evening of Jul 12th `11! Kenot afford to fall ill on the grand day itself...gotta mug bout Oral 会话 format! It's near impossible, but I wanna achieve a decent A1 fer this 'O' Level Oral as well as LC. Should I dig my ears too?

Jul 14th `11
End of Snack probation! Munched on a tiny packet of Twisties after measuring my height & weight! 1.6m & 48.4kg! I hope I'm really 1.6m! The weight has been quite consistent! Hmph. Anyway, gunna be on Snack probation again until evening of Jul 19th `11, gotta be healthy!
Now, I hope I can continue opening up to others...
I still kenot proudly declare that I'm uber happy with my life here.
Eh PIZZA-girl! How many girlfriends do you exactly have siolz? Why is Hui Jun asking me thaaaaat? 我的天啊！What has become of you, ba-KAA-chan?
Ahh I miss my ex-seat =( but I still like GL's eccentricity, Guanyu's honesty (I felt a shiver down my spine now that I'm typing this), and Chun Khai's warm laughter...

Aug 5th `11
Totally
Exhausting
Somemore
Troublesome

- Mr. Teo

Lost (Narrative)

2011-08-26T22:35:00.000+08:00

Thanks to my rash self, I have lost what I have lost for.

Complicated, confusing, contradicting. My eyes followed him like a busy bee everywhere. My heart throbbed louder by tenfold when our eyes coincidentally meet. My breath ceased instantly when his seductive voice saturated my eardrums. He was the most irresistible boy I ever met.

Gazing at him dreamily with these perverted eyes, I adjusted my handy pair of binoculars to achieve as many lovable sights of him as possible. His rare but captivating smile could melt me down immediately. Waves of excitement would come gushing into my mind and eroded my sanity away.

Day by day, I yearned for him increasingly. I implored. I wept I wished for him to notice me even by a little bit. Every day, I slipped and fell in the most pitiable fashion. Every time, I would ask myself, when will he be my hero?

From superficial cuts to abominable blood clots, I put in innumerable efforts to grab his slightest attention. Look at me, won't you? Oh, please, please look at me, even if it's only for a second...

Despair and desperation clouded my heart. Suffocating from this empty desire, I struggled to continue my routine of being his secret photographer. If I could not have him, I should at least be entitled to his images enough to be moulded into person by memory, right? Yet, in my incessant stalking, I inevitably found the hindrance to our possible relationship -- her!

A demure, delicate-looking quiet girl sitting by the window at the back of the classroom with a ghostly presence. Nobody would have known if she was still extant if not for him. Like the blazing sun, he would shower his light on her, but not me. Like the burning sun, his passion was smeared all over her, but not me. Like the fiery sun, pure, unadulterated hatred would ignite in me for her.

Waves of hatred came gushing into my mind. Possessed by intense jealousy, I plotted dreadful endings for her. Morbid illusions ate up my initial purpose of loving him, but it would be restored if I got rid of her, right? Right?

Wielding a butcher's knife, I trudged through the secluded corridor of the classrooms dead in the night. She would come. Using her kindness against her was the most savage but effective way. Slowly opening the door, I peeked through and gave the lifeless classroom a cursory glance. Nobody. Just her. I waltzed in.

With a struggled smile which attempted to mask my scowling hatred, I pointed to the dazzling night sky. As she turned to appreciate the night view, unbeknownst to her impending end, my awkward smile mutated into a vicious grin forthwith and the butcher's knife found its way to sheathe into a bloodbath.

I could feel blood splattering all over my deformed expression. I was about to break into roaring laughter when a boy's groan assaulted my eardrums. How can that be? Where on earth did that girl's shrikes go?

Scrutinizing the body which I gouged ruthlessly, I slumped back in immense horror. It was him, not her! Fear gripped my heart. My body froze. I was at a loss of words. My hands loosened.

"You have suffered enough. For whom, I do not know, but please do not torture yourself like this..." His last words resounded in my ears peacefully, as his eyelids shut tight once and for all. Tears streaked down my bloodstained cheeks, washing the blood of my beloved away. She, whom I had lost all hatred for, stood quietly, solemnly, under the romantic night sky.

Things Fall Upside Down

2011-08-26T22:33:00.000+08:00

Through this project, I was forced to think in the perspectives of the men and women of the Igbo culture in order to craft out a story which is logical and very relevant in the original story's context. There is a need to decently understand the roles of the men and women in the Igbo culture, so that a proper switch over could be properly down. To add on, the making of the staged debate and the monologues provides a platform for us to depict our stand clearer and to elaborate on our various points. Finally, to relate the project to the theme of masculinity and femininity is one of the most difficult part to express. All of us were forced to view the project as a whole to link it nicely to the theme through reading the book and your lessons with my group members' information and learn more new things from their perspectives. Though we have put in out utmost efforts in this project, I believe there is still room for improvement in various parts of it. Firstly, for the story switch-over, I thought that it should be of narrative style to enhance its appeal. Secondly, for the debate, it would have been more meaningful with less bickering and more constructive points. Therefore, if there were to be a next time (nope there won't), I can improve by applying more of the writing techniques I have learnt during my English lessons for a more vivid expression.

Thank you for taking the time to read my reflection.

犬夜叉：時を越える想い

2011-08-26T22:01:00.000+08:00

Cookiie's crafty 'scuse

2011-08-26T22:00:00.000+08:00

Dear Sir/Madam,

My daughter Kairi of class 3MD was unwell for Concert Band practice on 20th of August 2011 due to a serious sore throat and influenza. She was resting at home under my care. Therefore, I seek for your understanding. Thank you.

Otou-chan

26/8/11

Ms. Kan FTW!

2011-08-24T22:06:00.003+08:00

^ Ms. Kan never phails to bedazzle me with her topnotch photography skills...maybe they should impose a fine on zealous photographers who capture shots while driving xD...better not further infuriate the top "stalker"...

I bet the angry bird sitting there is a reflection of her when the car has done what I always love to do! & hmph! I wish these drivers would stop showcasing their unpredictable nature! Maybe a bang or two will teach 'em a lesson...to bang or not to bang, that is the question...!

Clotting and Rotting (in an effort to spite)

2011-08-22T20:32:00.000+08:00

Hah. Just because I bullshitted a bunch of white lies and you gullibly believe me. I understand that you have your vicissitudes, but this puny crap is haunting me! I may be top-notch in covering up the deadly truth, still, you are not that dense to have not detected my spirit spirited away. You probably just cannot be bothered...like, why give a damn to some recluse?

I am a 口是心非 person. To add on, I am a die-hard ********. With these two disastrous traits, I am always, always, ALWAYS mistaken. I am thoroughly sick of it. How I wish I could enter you dream and slap you awake.

"Harlow! Your kns Junior is in deep shit. Ditch or what?" Not like I will be salvaged this way. I'll just have to endure all these hardships head-on. I've got nothing to lose. I'm tired with all these seemingly halfhearted concern. You know me long and well enough that I'm not attention freak in band.

Urgh, now, I'm pissed. I'm rotting here. And I clot my deep wounds by myself. I feel so empty. Devoid of any love from my dear, dear 先輩たち who have successfully gotten rid of me. I am left all alone. Stranded between perverse or...nothingness. I should just eat up my heart, which cursed me with all these bottled-up emotions.

Oh well, thank you for taking the time to read my pointless but regretful rants.

Keeping unbelievable feelings to myself,

Jiayee of this woebegone tale.

The Weeping Passion and the Disheartened Wind (in an effort to relieve the mind)

2011-08-22T20:11:00.002+08:00

平成23年7月23日土曜日

Oh god, what did I ever do to deserve this wretched fate? I do not understand why my efforts were not seen and appreciated. Instead, these futile efforts of mine brought about misunderstandings as well as abhorrence towards me.

I am always serious about Band and music-making. Though I chatter and giggle occasionally, that does not strictly mean I am joking. Have you known of something called 'joy'? I guess not. The whole system in band has mutated into one which is robotic and unfeeling. My joy in music-making has been evicted from myself abruptly.

As soon as I uptake the several other responsibilities, I was reprimanded harshly unreasonably. While I concur that it was partially my fault that I was slow in my duties, I still strongly believe that I do not deserve such caustic comments about me, my attitude, my everything. There, I drowned my sorrow in tears.

During these painful moments, I have done some reflecting upon myself. Where have I strayed to? Indeed, I have spotted a few flaws in myself. However, these flaws were so prominent because I was greatly hindered by many other factors. If only I were empathized with, if only you had made the point to put yourself in my small shoes, would I have grown to be worse?

To add on, by 'worse', it does not define my change in attitude or anything. I strongly believe that my passion for band and music has never once faded. I do not comprehend the real reason of me deserving these demoralizing scoldings What I have been ordered to do has either been done or attempted. I have by no means let myself loose. Then, what is it?

I do not know. I possess the perfect attendance, blow hard at every note, refuse to go against your wishes time and time again. What more do you ask? I do not know. I have been that way since years ago, so why scold me now? Please do not tell me you have been tolerating me for the sake of SYF, for the sake of other band members. Of all I know, this is undoubtedly false.

Meticulous. Selfish. Strong-willed. I may not know you at the back of my palm but I will not lose in spamming adjectives. To show my last ounce of respect, I have kindly used tons of euphemism. Any more respect will not be possible. They have been washed away by these tears I have shedded yet again today.

True that I belong to the Strawberry group, but I would like to lay claim that these secretions were not solely for you. I have a life too. I experience happiness, sadness, any that a human has gone through. I have feelings. I am human. I am not a mechanical bassoon player who can play anything and everything. I am human, I have feelings, and I am definitely imperfect. And it is this sad life that I am sobbing for. Your lecture was mere a trigger to set my heart loose and break down.

Therefore, I still desperately cling on to the belief that I have been thoroughly wronged by my intentions. I believe that I am not screwing around, for I have no screws loose. Thank you for taking the time to read deep into my heart and soul.

Keeping unbelievable feelings to myself,
Jiayee of this woebegone tale.

Ethereal

2011-08-21T22:02:00.002+08:00

Hopefully, this Blogskin 180° change will lighten up the atmosphere into something...ethereal. I sorta miss my messy HTML codes :X oh well..., I'm not-so-free afterall..., can't always manage all these in this tight schedule I have here. & oh, I'm behind time for revision...gotta buzz!

GlacieRaiN HTML

2011-08-21T21:04:00.003+08:00

╠　おおかみかくし　╣　↓

Bridge of Dreams

2011-08-21T20:25:00.002+08:00

^ Bridge of Dreams

Observe...the stream of clouds leads to a "faraway" utopia...

Even when I'm so down, I can't take my mind off music-making...

Depressing, isn't it? I'm so sadded...! I'm so torn!

Nobody to turn to II

2011-08-21T20:22:00.000+08:00

Once again, I've got f***ing nobody to turn to & discuss bout this f***ing damn thing. Pure, unadulterated hatred just ignited in me...but, I have no idea to whom I should blast this fiery anger @...the intense discontent just welled up in me...& escalates forthwith...suffocating my confounded sanity.

I'm so perplexed...I dunnoe wut to do. Should I just RAWR out my unsatisfaction? Should I just wield some butcher's knife & chop some slop? Or should I just endure...endure all these rubbish until I'm ol' enough to eat my own KA-CHING? Urgh...F***. F***. F***. Why do I always think so much? Why am I so alert? Why can't I be a lil' f***ing stupid? IGNORANCE IS BLISS.

A picture speaks a thousand words. Now, I have several scandalous photos in my hands...maybe, publicizing 'em here will relieve me of my pissed-ness...

Even the PC Studio is going against me...seriously, wut the eff is with today? Not only my colourful snot is flowing uncontrollably, now here's the k`nn lag. Is today opposite day or wut? I truly hope so...then my suspicions would be proven wrong...& everything can go back to the way they were...when I was just some idiotic, ignorant, but innocent brat. These disgusting truths would have been unbeknownst to me then...& IF HE WERE ALREADY 养-ing that 奸女人 THEN, THEN I F***ING SWEAR I'M NOT GUNNA SPARE A SINGLE HAIR ON HIM.

UNBELIEVABLE. I DON'T WANNA TRUST MY EYES. YET, SEEING IS BELIEVING. LIKE IT OR LUMP IT. I'm not immature enough to delude myself...I am, unfortunately, not in a really happy family. That superficial happiness was able to deceive me for 14years or so...but not gunna go beyond 15. I've opened my eyes wide. I am sure I can absorb all the impact if my suspicions were true & came to light.

I shall not delay my news. It's showdown time.

I have friggin' spotted my dad's ラブラブ phone. I invaded. I observed. I deduced. The entire phone was raided by me...no more privacy in that disgustingly pink phone. I have it all. & I'm so gunna upload it all. You'll see...you'll know (: Let the despised photos showcase their ugly nature here.

D'you think I'll need to further elaborate? I'm on the verge of beating the crap out of my laopei already luhs!! KNS!! Life goes on, but life still sucks!! However, I'll not let this folly get the better of me. I'll persevere...& SHOW YOU HOW TO BE A MAN. Physically, I may not be, but mentally, I'm way manlier than you think.

^ I wonder, I wander, & I wish that my future will be as beautiful as this evening sky...though this was the aftermath of another more beautiful photo.

Feedback

2011-08-09T13:47:00.001+08:00

Your name: Lim Jia Yee
Your email: you_are_my_love_x333@hotmail.com
Subject: Hygiene Level of Canteen

Good afternoon. I am a student who has been consuming canteen food daily. I would like to offer some feedback about the hygiene of the canteen vendors.

As I have observed these few years, quite a number of canteen vendors have not practised the strict usage of gloves to handle food. They place the food on the platter with their bare hands. This is not very hygienic as who knows what they could have touched before laying their hands on the food, and what microscopic bacteria could have flown to the food.

To add on, the main reason I have actually took the time to speak up is because my friend has tasted the full-blown attack of "hygiene" -- a few ants were drowned in her noodle soup. Being a very hygienic person, this has, of course, shocked and scared my friend twice. The first time was a few weeks ago when her noodles smelt of soot.

I believe that all will be fine if nobody gets a horrible stomachache even without those practices, but the fact that even these pesky insects have found graves in our food is disastrous. Therefore, I hope the school will do something about it, like how you have always earnestly replied to our suggestions. Thank you very much.

Lim Jia Yee, student of 3MD.

P.S.
I apologize for any grammatical errors.

Photo Phantasm XIII

2011-08-09T13:05:00.010+08:00

ヘアコンディショナーは危ない！

2011-08-07T21:00:00.004+08:00

Hair Conditioners are DANGEROUS...

not be'cuz of their chemical compositions & properties, but...

...the mouth of the hair conditioner bottle! They don't bark, they bite!

I was panicking in the bathroom stark-naked...dripping with all kinds of alkali...& my finger stuck in the bottle through its unyielding tight mouth. Poor hapless me...unable to shake the confounded bottle off my paws. Like a tortoise, the "mouth" bit hard on my finger...not budging @ all. & then, & then..., my thoughts begin to wander...I thought of all kinds of disgusting endings...oh, my finger..., poor, poor finger. ._."||

In the midst of immense paranoia, the disgusting vid. which Ms. Lam flashed to us a few days ago popped up in my train of morbid thoughts...I can try using the gas pressure difference to salvage my dear finger! & so, enthusiasm gushed back into me in a jiffy! I boiled the hair conditioner bottle before turning the knob 180 degrees...the 1st phase was agonizing. I felt the blood flow cease. I felt my finger separating. & then, there's nothing to lose..., with a desperate pull, freezing water splashed all over the bottle & me.

Iciness bit into me. History has almost repeated itself. Slowly but surely, I slid my fingers off the mouth of the horrid hair conditioner bottle with ease. Phew. I wonder how many skin cells have perished in the friction generated by my panicking...but I'm just thankful enough to have sailed through this ordeal in one piece.

P.S.

Snapshot of my "healthy" finger will be uploaded soon!

Reply to Reply

2011-08-04T22:02:00.001+08:00

I shall ignore the 2nd & 3rd line. Now let's continue with the story~ yer 4th line's the thing I'm looking fer actually.

i really miss u guys and it's like u want me to go up and say to u all "Hi. oh btw, I miss u." wouldnt that be like uber wierd?

(btw, it's "weird") it's like I want you to say that? erm, no, no...knowing me fer so long, you'd think I expected/wanted that? Action speaks louder than words. However, by action, it's not the hugs & kisses thing ahhahaha...I would've loved to say "Juz be yerself" but I guess that's pretty impossible now...if you be yerself, you wud not be yerself a year ago. Pertaining to this conflict, dis is...a hopeless issue. so let's drop it.

and when was the last time sher and joey posted? u might be feeling lonely, i dun know. only u yourself knows what u really feel.

2 of 'em are kiam pa ppl. but lol I have no intention of bugging 'em to post or sth. if dey like it, do it. no? don't. dat's all der is to it. the gud thing izzat I do not have much connection with all 3 of you on9 compared to off9. Hence, I do not feel lost w/o y'all on9. Maybe I am lonely, but dis so-called loneliness...can I juz refer it to "an inner sense of lost"? Aye, we've been spending lessh & lessh time wif one another, but I believe if our bond were strong enough, we would not have been as aloof to one another as now (dis sentence specifically targets one or two of you). Anyway, dis sense of lost most likely comes from the fact dat I phail to allow our friends become friends with one another...I love food webs, not food chains, & the same goes fer friendship. I believe I am probably mourning over dat lost ability.

And i'm REALLY sorry about me forgetting sjvj lunch that time. i dun know what's wrong with me. only can say sorry.

Saying any more of dat will juz make you less sincere lol. plz forget it haiyo.

ok so it seems that this post is becoming more and more emo...

Gud. This means you bear beautiful feelings fer us, still.

anyway, curry, just wanted u to know, besides all this stuff, we also have our own individual troubles and stress from hw and stuff, and CCAs.

'Tis, I know. The same goes fer the rest of the paragraph, but the -ve feelings took over when I was painstakingly typing dat stupid post.

i really want SJVJ to like, continue and i think we shouldnt be so emo about such things. view it positively.

Easier said than done. Like in SS, it's difficult to "Manage Perceptions of XXXX". In this case, me. & I was but emo @ one moment -- when I typed dat v.sentence. Therefore, let's continue with the outing etc. Ignorance is bliss~

and curry, no offense, but hell, pls be less sacarstic!! it really stings at some parts.
kays anyways, good luck in everything we do and let's work hard tgt!!

The sarcasm enriches the post. Lalala. If it's stinging, it's a deserving poke. Good luck to you too but it's already known dat dat will not always go our way (dat can refer to many things lol, too lazy to give examples).

Ciao.

✖ GlacieRaiN ✖

Really...?

我该对你死心了，

あたしの誕生日とラブラブです！

Stab of lovesickness

Tuition should be banned. *Rebuttal*

Freedom

Why Not Me? III

Why Not Me? II

Why Not Me? I

Why Not Me? [Foreword]

When You're Gone - Avril Lavigne

Roots: We need the soil!!

Buhbye Homework

Photo Phantasm XVI

An Unforgettable Experience

Voila

Root of Buaysong-ness

Exhausted

Tasted failure.

Nyan!

JVJ Outing/In-ing

Bloggeroid

An Unforgettable Experience

A Recount more Touching than Any.

Weird Dream XI

Bids 2011 farewell!

Nov 30th `11

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701st/th post: CCHS と SNGS @ Fudan

The Night before 'O' level Chinese paper

damn Joke I

Not worth it

Buay SONG-ness

Endure!

Screenshot says it all.

Weird Dream X MSN Version

(HPPINESS) Falls Into Place

Band: Pancaragam

Kanashii

(troll face) Problem?

XXXX...NOT!

Either way is fine by me.

Photo Phantasm XV

In the slump

Shermangus won't be reading this, I hope.

I would if I could

Write about an occasion when someone did a wrong which you cannot forgive

Faceless

Epic Me.

SSSpam

1st day of sch. TERM III '11

In your opinion, to what extent is Prince Escalus an enlightened leader?

I LOVE TO INSULT

わからないよ！ Ⅱ

わからないよ！

Photo Phantasm XIV

6B-daybyday

ACE-learning

Happy Teachers' Day

Blog2Print!

Teachers' Day `11 II

Teachers' Day `11

BEBO-girl, GL-king, Leonard, Zheng Xuan

MSN: I waited & waited. Izzit dat difficult to gimme a lil' lil' lil' reply? I'm so disappointed. -.-"||

Nobody to turn to III

Tuition should be banned. Rebuttal

わからないよ！　Ⅱ