May 31st [Tues]

Yes. Well, Miss Canada won, then Puerto Rico, then Dominican Republic, then Mexico, then Venezuela. Yayy. I was rooting for Canada. ^^
Ack. I've gotta train this afternoon. Trying to think up excuses to worm my way out of training.
I'm dead bored. Lalala. There's nothing worthy of blogging.
Oh yes. Note to self: Cancel math tuition and piano for tomorrow. Gotta go for a stupid first-aid course in school. It's first-aid. Sheesh.
Any my mum picked up report book this morning. She called, seriously peeved cos she was late for work cos she had to make the side stop. Hurr. As if anyone at work can scold her. But she says she hasn't seen my results. That's retarded.

Mhmm. I'm off to blog surf somemore.
Peace out. (=

May 31st [Tues]

Skipped morning training so I could watch Miss Universe. ^^ How totally bimbotic, but what the heck.
Oooh it's on now. Blog later.

May 30th [Mon]

1 MINUTE AGO: I replied to an sms.

1 HOUR AGO: I ate an ice-cream. (=

1 DAY AGO: Swam at HiPop. Sent Daddy off to Taiwan.

1 WEEK AGO: In school, making up lame excuses for my forgotten homework. OOPS.

1 YEAR AGO: In RGP sweating over the PSLEs. I was conscientious that year.

1 YEAR FROM NOW: Hopefully, I'll be in sec2.

I DAY FROM NOW: First-aid course in school. Gahh. Can you say BO-RING?

1 WEEK FROM NOW: Tasmania, here I come! W00t (=

1 HOUR FROM NOW: Having dinner. Rice. Blehh. Watching TRL. It's seriously addictive.

1 MINUTE FROM NOW: Publishing this post?

I HURT: People. I say mean stuff and they get angry and say mean stuff back and I get hurt. )= Yes, my thinking process is simple. ^^

I LOVE: My parents. My chihuahua! My friends. My oh-6ers. 6F'04. Siberian tiger cubs. White cherries.

I HATE: When you don't pay attention. When I'm stressed and freaked and pissed. When I've gotta train. Kiss-ass fakes. Imitation items. Being tickled. When people pull out my hairband or pull up my skirt. [Ahem *cough* Nora *cough* Shevaun. Perverted retards! =P] The list goes on-

I FEAR: Losing face, for whatever reason. The dark. Pontianaks. =P Falling off when riding.

I HOPE: To be happy. To succeed in whatever. To stay sane. For you. <3

I FEEL: Every human feeling there is to feel. I've got a wide emotional range. =) Lols.

I HIDE: From prefects/SLs/PITs. I don't wanna get booked, thank you very much.

I DRIVE: My parents/friends crazyy. =P
I want to drive a Aston Martin DB9 Vanquish. Oooh la la!

I LEARNT: That I suck in chinese. That I haven't handed in alot of homework. That I wanna be a lawyer someday. That this world is really fake. That lies are sometimes a better gauge of things to come than the truth itself. -That my ankle still hurts.

I NEED: Security. Comfort. Love. Concern. A maid. ^^

I THINK: of myself, for myself. ^^ I'm an egoistical bastard. So sue me.
Of my friends/family/dog.

I DREAM: Of chocoate fondue. (=

I WANT: Many many things. And I have so little.

I MISS: Primary sch. My innocence. My sanity. You. <3

May 30th [Mon]

Went out with Pear, Lynn, Francis, Ting Fang and Francis' friend. Watched Madagascar. So-so I suppose.
Pear and Lynn haven't changed a bit. Frans and Ting Fang have, but I suppose it's only natural. Still, it was nice seeing them.

I think I sprained my ankle at training this morning. Damn. It's still hurting.

Oh and I found my report book. The school admin called to say they found it. Ooops. Now my mum's majorly peeved at me, cos she has to go down tomorrow to pick it up. At least Daddy's not in town or he'd get peeved too.

Oh sheesh. I just realised I barely have enough winter clothes for tasmania. Actually I do, but those are the parkas I bring to skiing so obviously I can't wear those in 5degree weather.

Oww oww oww. My ankle's hurting again.

Someone pass me an ice-pack.

May 29th [Sun]

Swim camp was itchy, tiring, sweaty, ach-ey, sianed, and wet.

But also fun. (=
Lolls.

The first day was kinda the usual. Mental skills session by Ms Ong and stuff. Then we had the open house for the p6s. I spents the whole time slacking and talking. Hehh. I don't do tourguiding. But we needn't have worried. We had this super-duper enthu group i/c. -No names here.
And then we walked all the way to Isetan. And as if it wasn't far enough, we were led all the way through the back roads and through drainage and god knows where when if we walked by the main road it would have been half the distance. Jeez. Or, we could have just taken a bus.
At the supermarket where we were sposed to buy food for the following day's breakfast+lunch, we were given like $35 to spend in groups of 5. [Deborah, Livia, Leonora, Cheryl and me.] Cheryl and I were playing around and laughing like crap. So much for situational awareness. And we bought bread and milo and muesli bars, basically, cos we were paranoid that either the food would spoil or it was too ex. And had $8 left that we blew on a overpriced cup of chocolate drink that tasted just like milo and we finished in 2 sips each. Gosh.
Uh-huh. Our night movie was Save the Last Dance or something, and it was actually really goood. And it had a semi-sex scene, which was suprising since it was on loan from the school library. Whoops.
I slept at 3am. But Serene woke me up alot to complain about the cold so I switched sleeping bags with her. Big mistake. I froze for half an hour before I gave up and asked for it back. -.-"" In the end I finally went to sleep at around 5.30 and woke up at 6.30. Wow.
And the next day we went to the zoo. And spent the entire like 5hrs running around the place. I bet I can memorise the zoo by now. I nearly fell asleep during the reflections. Resolved never to go back. It has many bad, tiring memories. Ohh yes, and we went to watch animal shows, which were seriously cool. But suring the sealion show Rachel Yeo and I were in the front row, right smack in the middle, behind this big wooden box. So I at first I wanted to sit there and Peiqi was like wait later the sealion's gonna jump onto the box then you know. She was joking lar, so I sat there anyways. But then surprise surprise, the sealion really jumped onto the box and it was like less than half a meter away and you could smell the fish and all. So obviously Rachel Yeo and I screamed, not cos we were freaked by sealions [hell no], but cos we weren't expecting it. And Peiqi couldn't stop laughing. -.-"" Evil poot. And we all got real wet cos the trainer got the sealions to splash us, and the water was fishy. Eeeks.
Uh-huh. And turns out we didn't even eat the lunch we bough from the super mart cos no one could take eating plain bread, so we all ta-paoed from KFC. Popcorn chicken! (=
And all this on barely 2 hours of sleep. Not bad.

Yes. And guess what. I lost my report book in that two days. Damn. Now my mum thinks it was on purpose cos I got bad results. Like whatever. And besides, my results were okayy, okayy. 3.43. Yayys. My chinese pulled me waay down, or I'd have gotten like 3.6+ or something. Jeez.
Ohh well.

May 25th [Wed]

I'm tired.
I'm aching.
I'm sick.
I'm pissed.

Thank god it's only 2 more days to the holidays.
I don't think I could take any more.

-Help.

May 22nd [Sun]

Mmm. Skipped HiPop today 'cos I couldn't even sprint 50m yesterday at stroke without collapsing.
Jeez.

Went to Shev's bday party last night. Had fun, for the first time in a long time.

I can't believe Miss Lim went to nominate another SL. I seriously thought there were only gonna be 2, those nominated by the class. And she just had to go and nominate that attention-seeking, act cute girl who's bound to zero in and book me on the first day she gets her stupid badge 'cos Miss Kong pays special attention to my (low) belt and she probably hates it, even though I have no effing idea why she would like a chinese teacher pick on her belt and try (unsuccessfully) to yank it up when she just wants the teacher to friggin leave her alone. She doesn't have to keep bringing up money just 'cos she's supposed to be the 'loanshark' and neither does she have to keep saying I'm rich and would I please donate money cos hell, I don't like it when Miss Lim calls me 'tai-tai' and I'm not exactly dying for a chance to flaunt it. Like anyone wants to. She's using us, it's so obvious, you can see it in her smile everytime she ups the wattage smiling at Mr Soh. And poor Joce is just under her control even though Joce is a perfectly nice girl who sincerely helps people, which is more than I can say for our 3rd SL-to-be.

My fingers are crossed that she won't become a PIT.

Gosh.
Class politics give me headaches.

May 20th [Fri]

I wish my fever had lasted longer.
Then I came back and reality's hitting me harder than ever.
I'm doing homework again, listening to the droning of teacher's voices, wishing I was somewhere else. Everyone's spirits seem to be sapped. Maybe it's the rain.
I keep thinking of this one recurring dream, galloping down the polo field fast, insanely fast. Come to think of it, I'm not even sure it's the field I'm galloping on, it could be the track. I can't remember. All I do remember is the speed.
My friends tell me I blank out on them sometimes. I didn't even realise.What's going on in my mind when I blank out? I don't know. How can I unconciously do something concious? This is waay deep.
I've got to stop this -- I'm getting morbid. All I know is that I desperately need to get away again.

May 19th [Thurs]

I just realised I've been blogging religiously for the past week or so.
That's good 'cos it demonstrates my dedication to this blog.
That's bad 'cos its proof I've been slacking through everthing else.
Eeeks.

My results for the summatives:
Geog PerfTask- 18/24 [a mark off top of class, just 'cos I handed it in a day late. -.-"" Talk about pissifying.]
Geog Summative- 16/20 [considering I didn't mug, it's okayy.]
History PerfTask- 21/28 [I have no complaints. =))]
HCL- 28.5/60 [ahh. Well I always knew I was gonna flunk chinese anyways.]
Eng Summative (Creative Writing)- 25/30 [w00t top of class! -does weird dance.]
Lit Summative- Took it today. -.-""
Lit Grp PerfTask- 18/24 [erh. It was spastic.]
Math Summative- 30/35 [at least I didn't fail, right? -beam]
Science PerfTask- 5/12 [OOPS]
Science Summative- 25/30 [=))]

My chinese is so gonna pull my GPA down. Gahh. I absolutely point-blank cannot fail next term.

May 18th [Wed]

Guess what. I'm on steroids. -.-""
It's for my cough. And so I'm like, if I swim super fast on Sunday's HiPop, are they gonna drug-test me positive?
LOL.
Nahh I doubt I'm gonna perform well anyways, what with this cough and stuffy nose and the like.
Or that should read: dish cough anb stbubby nbose and duh like. Since that's basically how I sound right now. Gnuhh.
Jeesh and I'm gonna totally malu-ate myself this Sunday if this carries on. I haven't trained since well, last Sunday.

Just managed to unstick my fingers from the scotchtape. Shevaun, I'm sorry if you can't bear to look at your birthday gift cos it's so horribly packged, but I realised I can't gift-wrap for nuts. If I ever become one of those cashier-wrapper people, the company's probably gonna get sued because of me. Sheesh. Another career option I can strike off.

Something about you now
I can't quite figure out
Everything he does is beautiful
Everything he does is right

May 17th [Tues]

2nd post of the day. Whee-hee how scintillating.
Jeez.

Oh guess what, I've got a new nickname. Thanks alot Nathan.
Just because you called in 'sick' and have the whole day free does not mean you've gotta spend that 12++ hours dreaming up weird nicknames for all the unfortunate people in your phonebook. [And I do mean weird.]
'Vic-xen'. In case you missed it [although I don't see how] it's supposed to be like, 'vixen', yknow, 'vic-xen'?
Yes. You should.
Vixen:
1. A female fox.
2. A woman regarded as quarrelsome, shrewish, or malicious
If this is about the Beckham thing, you're seriously petty. And anyways I already told you it wasn't me! And besides, that was last year.
I do not appreciate your intentions, Natty-boy.
[Do you even know the true meaning of Vixen in the first place?]
Rawrr.

'Oh' by Ciara

This is where they stay crunk, throw it up, dubs on tha Caddillac
White tees, Nikes, gangstas dont know how to act
Adamsville, Bankhead, College Park, Carver Homes
Hummers floatin' on chrome
Chokin' on that home-grown
They got that southern cookin'
They got them fellas lookin'
Thinkin' I was easy I can see it
That's when I say no, what fo'?
Shorty can't handle this
Ciara got that fire like

Oh, 'round here we ridin' slow
We keep it gutta, you should know
Gettin' crunk off in tha club we gets low, ohOh (oh)
All my ladies to tha flo'
Handle it ladies back it up
Gettin crunk up in tha club we gets low, oh

Buddy take a new whip, paint strip, bowlin' ball
Still smokin', hundred spokes wood-grain on the wall
Light-skinned thick chicks, fellas call 'em redbones
Close cuts, braids, long, gangstas love 'em all
They got that southern cookin'
They got them fellas lookin'
Wishin' I was easy I can see it
That's when I say no, what fo'?
Shorty can't handle this
Ciara got that fire like-

Go figure. It's kinda meaningful actually, esp the bolded lines.

May 17th [Tues]

Sick at home again, and sneezing every 2 seconds.
And, drunk on cough medicine and choking on dog fur, I changed my layout.
Again.
But I don't quite like it.
Gahh.

Oh yes, lemme clarify. In the 15th May [Sun] post, I wrote:
'HiPop this morning.
Hmm.
Ahh.
Saw someone.
-Someone.'

That someone need not necessarily be from the HiPop. So you can stop teasing me now, Nathan. -.-"" Get a life, dude.

Mhmm. That's all.

And I can't get the Natalie Imbruglia song shiver out of my head. But I can't find the stupid code!! iWebTunes is half useless.

So if anyone could find the code for me, I'd be really grateful. -grin

Ahh, I should have gone to school. It sure would beat sitting here and gaining weight and still worrying about my Math test results. Jeez.

Warped and Twisted

Harsh words & violent blows
Hidden secrets nobody knows
Eyes are open, hands are fisted
Deep inside I'm warped & twisted
So many tricks & so many lies
Too many whens & too many whys
Nobody's special, nobody's gifted
I'm just me, warped & twisted
Sleeping awake & choking on a dream
Listening loudly to a silent scream
Call my mind, the number's unlisted
Lost in someone so warped & twisted
On my knees, alive but dead
Look at the invisible blood I've bled
I'm not gone, my mind has drifted
Don't expect much, I'm warped & twisted
Burnt out, wasted, empty, & hollow
Today's just yesterday's tomorrow
The sun died out, the ashes sifted
I'm still here, warped & twisted

June Holiday Resolutions

I must I must I must -

1. Train till I faint
2. Train till I faint and further
3. Pack HCL file
4. Stop entertaining all notions of slacking
5. Not exceed 1000 sms [never again!!]
6. Find time, or make time to go out with the 106ers at least once
7. Groom Cocoa at least 3 times a week
8. Complete all assignments and still find time to study
9. Stop thinking of him
10. If {9} turns out impossible, try communication instead
11. If both {9} and {10} turn out impossible, harden this lousy heart instead
12. Did I mention train?

Ahh, who am I kidding? I'm never gonna be able to achive this.
So much for the stupid MSTP. 5 sessions, 12hrs and I can't even set decent, realistic goals.

May 16th [Mon]

I was sick at school today. I have this effing cough which just won't go away, and playing netball in the rain for PE didn't make it any better. And of course, we just had to have Speech and Drama after that, so I spent another 1hr in the sock-stenched, freezing cold room. I spent that 60 minutes shivering away under the profile spotlights and franelles or whatever and I didn't absorb anything of what Mr Conolly said.
So now I'm at home, really awake after sleeping 2hrs straight, high on Panadol, [No I'm kidding, I only took one. =))] and feeling really sorry for myself.

Oh yes, today in school someone brought the newspaper article which this past RI guy wrote in response to the Colin Goh guy's article. Something about RG girls prefering the 'boys in blue' aka the ACS guys. And cheering for them. Or something.
EHH..!!
1. I do not discriminate [Harhar if you get the message]
2. I do not cheer for boys. Much.
3. Since when were ACS called the 'boys in blue'?!
Yes, you can probably observe it's written from a personal perspective, and don't complain, seeing as it's my blog, and I'm writing it. ^^ So sue me.

"Isn't she lovely, this Hollywood girl?"
And they say,
"She's so lucky, she's a star"
But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart,
thinking
If there's nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night.

May 15th [Sun]

HiPop this morning.
Hmm.
Ahh.
Saw someone.
-Someone.

I did 1:22 for 100m br, not my pb but I was barely panting so that's ehh.. Good. I suppose Jiaolian's miracle pull is finally working.
Why'd it take so long to show?
Jeez.
Afterwards I was slacking in the warm-down pool, having fun with Christel, Yvonne, Pam, Wanting, Ting Wen, not doing my warm downs. Wheeheee. It's surprisingly refreshing to watch Yvonne grab someone else's belongings for a change. [I'm so sorry Christel, but at least it's your cap and not mine. xPP]
Then we went into the steam room where I couldn't balance on the stupid clogs and Ting Wen went crazy with the water hose, spraying it everywhere. And there was alot of steam. -.-""
And then Diviya Menon's mum and this other SICC lady opened the door cos we were making this awful racket and then Pam and I were outside I think, and Ting Wen was still spraying at the door, and they opened it, and got the water right in the face. And we got scolded. But Pam and I hid in the shower lol. And this cleaning lady came and scolded us too, but in some obscure dialect [Hainan? Hakka?] so we didn't understand anything. And we closed the door on her half way through her lecture cos we didn't think she was talking to us. Like what. Ever.

Also went to see my favourite architect [this young lady called Ming] from idIllustrated or something and she proposed this uber-cool layout, and I lubb it. Really.
Cos in our living, we're gonna have this platform running right through, parquet, and it's parallel to the balcony in a L-shape, so it's like our teak balcony, the parquet platform, then the white marble living room floor. Cool, no?
That probably didn't make sense to most of you.
But anyways. My room is gonna be 75% platform too, with my bed very un-orderly placed right in the middle with a study table to one side and my wardrobes to the other. Well, not bed in the traditional sense, just a mattress. Very tatami-ish.
Ahh.

Okayy. Wrapping up:
Andy- I don't owe you lunch.
My allowance doesn't cover. xPP
Bwahar.

May 10th [Wed]

I have decided to stop ranting about the stupid article. However, that doesn't mean I've forgotten, neither does it mean I don't mind. It's just that I wouldn't want idiots coming round and calling us bitches. Rawrr.

And now I shall shout my blogger out hoarse. =)) These are long over-due anyways.
Nora: Okayy, I'm shouting out to thank you for shouting out [to me, duhh]. Spongebob United!!
Shevy: Thanks for reminding me not to wear a sportbra. You saved me from getting felt up by the Health-Check lady.
Health-Check Lady1: Thanks for the hot water?? -.-"" Even though I didn't ask for it and you got me alot of teasing. And thanks for offering to allow me to jump queue but actually, I'm fine. -sweet smile
Health-Check Lady2: Thanks for not feeling me up. -.-"
All those who were egging me on during the 2.4: [Which includes 106, Short, Bea Loo, Joanne, Leanna, Li Ting, Xinqi, Rachel Yeo, and the rest. =))] Lubb yew. Even though I wasn't rushing or anything. Bwahar. And dear owh-six, I was so not catwalking. I do not catwalk. -bish bash!
Livia: Thanks for the MSTP ehh... Yknow what. -goofy grin.
Taxi Uncle: Ohh yes I am like eternally grateful 'cos you called me back when I dropped my in the backseat. Thank you thank you thank you thank yooo!!

Okayy I think I've been grateful enough for today.

May 9th [Mon]

I refer to Colin Goh's [TalkingCock.com] article in yesterday's Lifestyle, Pg 14, 'RGS girls and their low growl' :

Cheering low is just one of RGS' many rich customs and is one we intend to continue.
However, we know we cannot expect an outsider to understand the culture of the Raffles Family, and neither can we expect them to keep their thoughts on our 'damn weird[ness]' to themselves.
All we can say is that RGS girls can be and are just as lady-like and chio as SCGS girls, or girls from any other school, for that matter.
And if boys are so lacking in confidence that a single low cheer manages to scare them off the pursuit of an RGS girl, we certainly don't want to date such sissy-boys either.
Sincerely,
Victoria Ting
On the behalf of 106

PS: Feel free to quote.

May 8th [Sun]

Extraversion76%
Stability60%
Orderliness40%
Empathy23%
Interdependence56%
Intellectual36%
Mystical43%
Artistic56%
Religious10%
Hedonism23%
Materialism83%
Narcissism56%
Adventurousness70%
Work ethic43%
Self absorbed70%
Conflict seeking43%
Need to dominate63%
Romantic56%
Avoidant36%
Anti-authority70%
Wealth83%
Dependency56%
Change averse56%
Cautiousness36%
Individuality50%
Sexuality56%
Peter pan complex56%
Physical security90%
Food indulgent23%
Histrionic50%
Paranoia50%
Vanity76%
Hypersensitivity70%
Female cliche83%

Stability results were moderately high which suggests you are relaxed, calm, secure, and optimistic.
Orderliness results were moderately low which suggests you are, at times, overly flexible, improvised, and fun seeking at the expense of reliability, work ethic, and long term accomplishment.
Extraversion results were high which suggests you are overly talkative, outgoing, sociable and interacting at the expense too often of developing your own individual interests and internally based identity.

Traits: expressive, open, self revealing, loves large parties, loud, social, outgoing, does not like social isolation, assertive, social chameleon, positive, always busy, likes to fit in, likes to stand out, enjoys leadership, brutally honest, trusting, optimistic, desires attention, dominant, aggressive, attachment prone, wants to be understood, realistic

I think I'm losing myself.
I'd have to be, if I'm letting the internet tell me who I am.

May 8th [Sun]

I wonder.
I wonder why people with no talent of particular significance can make it so big when a video of them having sex is 'accidentally' released on the net.
I wonder why other people are actually sick enough to go download it.
I wonder why film producers then actually cast them as actresses in a horror movie, even though their acting prowess in probably limited to a porno.
I wonder why a perfectly cool group like the Penfifteen Club composes a daft song about them, and it floods the airways world over.
I wonder where Paris Hilton gets that hell of alot of luck from.

Oh my, looky there
Stone-cold foxy, platinum hair
Short skirt, barely there
Make a chick wanna hate, make a boy wanna stare

Well, Ms. Hilton you must be worth a trillion bucks
Get the feelin' that you don’t really give a f---
Ms. Hilton I like the way you push and glide
Rollerskates on a social butterfly, whoo!

Oh this chick hates, alright.

May 6th [Fri]

It's a twisted game I play,
My mind against my heart.
My heart tells me to announce,
That I should have from the start.
That I love you, I do,
And do you love me too?
But my mind stops me flat,
And warns me, Are you crazy?
If he says no, you'll never
Live down the humiliation.
So these thoughts swirl inside my head,
A debate of contradiction.
Until I find that elusive solution,
I will control this rush.
And mediate my mind and heart,
Until then, I'll contain my crush.

you hijacked my heart
but now I need it back.

May 5th [Thurs]

Heyy. Just some quick results.
Hmm. I {heart} quizzes. =))

Your dating personality profile:
You matched the following traits:
Wealthy/Ambitious - You know what your goals are and you pursue them vigourously. Achieving success is important to you.
Athletic - Physical fitness is one of your priorities. You find the time to work athletic pursuits into your schedule. You enjoy being active.
Stylish - You do not lack for fashion sense. Style matters. You wouldn't want to be seen with someone who doesn't care about his appearance.

Your Top Ten Traits, Ranked
1. Wealthy/Ambitious 2. Athletic 3. Stylish 4. Outgoing 5. Funny 6. Adventurous 7. Liberal 8. Sensual 9. Romantic 10. Big-Hearted

Your date match profile:
You match with men who have following traits:
Outgoing - Shy and timid people are not who you are after. You need someone with a vibrant personality to breathe life into a relationship.
Adventurous - You are looking for someone who is willing to try new things and experience life to its fullest. You need a companion who encourages you to take risks and do exciting things.
Athletic - You aren't looking for a couch potato. You seek someone who is active and who keeps his body in top shape.

Your Top Ten Match Traits, Ranked
1. Outgoing 2. Adventurous 3. Athletic 4. Romantic 5. Practical 6. Funny 7. Wealthy/Ambitious 8. Big-Hearted 9. Stylish 10. Intellectual

PS: Actually I think I value intellect more than at spot 10 but ahh well. Just a note. xPP

May 4th [Wed]

Celebrations.
No more mugging for me.
Until next term that is.
Finished the math and geog papers today.
Sheesh. Made so many effing mistakes in math I can't be bothered to 'predict my marks' as Miss Lim was saying.
Then we had to sit through 2 straight hours of MSTP. It was so spastic. That stupid Dr Wang guy kept picking on us in the last row (namely Pamster, Ting Wen, Wan Ting, Yan Ling and me, duhh). So annoying. He didn't let us go for a break till we finished listing down the 'mental skills of champions' so I just scribbled down some sentimental crap and rushed off. We were passing round Wanting's file with the pics of the SEA Age swimmers and looking at the guys. xPP. Well, at least I was harhar. Shared a cup of instant noodles with Pam. We ate in class, hawhaw. Let the 112ians smell the seafood tomorrow.
And we kinda destroyed their orderly arrangement of tables in the class and I nearly took my own head off trying to lift a table. Don't laugh. It's not funny. -.-" Those desks are heavy, okayy.
And we unpicked their noticeb0oard, but we put the pins back later. =)) How kinda of us, no?
And jeez, I do not like Austin, alright? Like, I don't even know him. -Whacks Pam with a carrot.
Waiting for my piano teacher to arrive now.
-Stoning.

May 3rd [Tues]

Sat for Higher Chinese and Chem papers today.
I shall fail Chinese, I so know it.
Chem I'm not so sure. I thought I did okayy.
Ahh well.
Math and Geog tomorrow. I think I'm gonna flunk Math.
Stupid hire purchase or whatever shit.
Jeez.

Changed layout to a roxy one.
Okayy Nor-baby, I promise the next one'll be Gd Charlotte. x))
Yes, and I lubb yoo for sending me that Kylie/GC clip. Can you say F-U-N-N-Y? Wahahahas.
Added Lonely No More.
W00t. I lubb that song.
Rob Thomas is hawtt.

Just another heartache on my list

May 1st [Sun]

Happy Labour Day, all.
What the heck. Today wasn't anything close to Labour day.
Let's see. This morning I went for the HiPop. Guess what. I swam with Joscelin Yeo and I did an awful timing. I was like so dying in the last lap of 100 br. Jeez.
Then we played in the baby pool with all the slides and fountains and stuff. Just getting in touch with our inner children. -spastic smile.
Then I went with my mum to IMM to see the architect. The drawings weren't bad but I had to listen to them argue about the marble flooring for like 30 minutes. Sheesh. And then I told the guy I wanted a platform bed and he got a little fed up with me 'cos he had to re-draw. Ahh well.
And we ate at Secret Recipe and guess what, the food sucked. I didn't finish aything I ordered.
Oops.
And my mum bought me a pair of adidas sneakers from World of Sports. Hmm. I hope I actually am allowed to wear them to school. They were ex okayy. -worries.
Then I went for math tuition. Then I came home. Then I slept from 6-7ish.
My parents are gone now. Have a friend's birthday dinner. I didn't wanna go cos her sons are like so waay annoying+despo+anything other negative adjective you can possibly think of. Get a life, dudes.
So I pretended to keep sleeping when they wanted me to wake up.
And I'm alone at home now blogging. My maid's got her off day today. I think she went to JB or something. Hurr.

channeling out my soul-