Tuesday, March 30, 2004
I was quite pissed with Manisha today because she touched me with her saliva-coated fingers (she sucks on them)
again, and kept whining about how she was going to fail her E-maths test. I wouldn't mind if anyone else whined to me about flunking, but Manisha always groans and moans and demands that you listen to her sorrows, and then, she does extremely well. Sigh. She's afraid of failing, while I'm content to get just 10/40 for today's test. It was really awful.
Stayed back after school to finish up my homework with Ying Jun. She was rather distracted and sluggish today, later I realised she was having a slight fever. On the bus home, I managed to inject some life into her when I told her a little secret, though. Upon hearing it, she started jumping in her seat and squealing excitedly. I wanted to say, "So what if it was him?", but it was her stop and she had to go.
Tuition without Madie today. *groan*
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Friday, March 26, 2004
The horizon above was like a jeweled cup from which dusk was falling. I strolled leisurely along, basking in an amber sunset radiance under a sky of rose and blue. It was pure pleasure. Walking. Not rushing off to anywhere, no worries about unfinished homework and upcoming tests clouding my mind. Just walking. Being in touch with the earth. Shrouded by surreality.
Listen to the sad, tired rune of the wind among the trees. The evening wind. Threading the air with murmurous refrain, mourning the death of the day. Watch as the people go past. A toddler straggling towards his mother, eager to fall into her loving embrace. The expression on her face as she whispers those words into his ears. If only life could be spent like this, roaming the world in enchanted reverie, watching the sky, the people, the earth. Nobody knows you are there, just floating past like a dream. Looking on.
|| 11:03 PM ||
Thursday, March 25, 2004
Went to KAP with Dan er and Youyi to do some Chemistry. We met lots of St. Marg's people there. Studying. We managed to get a bit of Redox Reactions done. Then we started fooling around and teasing Dan er about Tin Tin aka Abdullah. Haha. Her Chinese High crush. There were so many Chinese High people with skin-tight mini shorts we just couldn't resist bursting into laughter. I wonder how You yi will react when she finds Dan er's soggy day-old sandwich in her bag when she gets home. Hahaha. I put it there.
I took a bus home with Sarah T and alighted at the MacRitchie stop, where I decided to get lost. It's just a little unusual hobby which I have. I boarded the first bus which arrived, which was 852, even though I had no idea where it was heading. Luckily it only went to Marymount Road. I alighted there and tried to find my way back. One never fails to be amazed at what one sees or hears. So I walked home all the way from Marymount, clocking a time of thirty minutes. It was exhausting, but so fun. Thrills, you know. But I hate it when I can't find my way. Once I went all the way to Chinatown and had to call my dad to come and fetch me home. That was in Sec 1 and before the Chinatown Mrt was built. Another time I was wandering endlessly around in Balestier.
Hee.
|| 9:02 PM ||
Saturday, March 20, 2004
Choir camp. We had 9 hrs of choir in one day. Wow, how did we ever survive?
Practice ended at 10.30pm. Sarah, Kirsten and I queued for one hour to get into the shower cubicles which had no lock and hot water. Then we went to the hall to prepare our sleeping bags when I suddenly had this urge to scare myself. Don't ask. I pulled Emmeline, Charmaine, Vanessa and Alicia along and we dared each other to walk through the really creepy passageway behind the stage. Behind the dark red curtains. Behind the shadows. We were screaming and screaming, when Ms Ho came up to scold us. Geez. I didn't know we were making that much of a noise.
Anyway, during the night, we placed our sleeping bags in a circle position so that all the 4e5ers could play games and eat snacks. Joleen's snacks. Haha. It was really fun, but Ms Ho only allowed us to stay up until 1am. Sarah and I managed to find a cozy little corner to sleep in. Not exactly little. It was the two fat gym mattresses at the back of the hall. Put together, they were even bigger than a king-sized bed, and we had it all the ourselves. Until Natra came lumbering over to plop herself next to us in the middle of the night. Haha. Choir camp was so fun. The camp part. Not the choir part.
|| 11:16 PM ||
Thursday, March 18, 2004
Today I raced with the rain and I won.
|| 4:26 PM ||
Wednesday, March 17, 2004
Your Energy is Purple. You are a visionary with
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|| 6:35 PM ||
Tuesday, March 16, 2004
Watched Girl with a Pearl Earring last night. It was fantastic. Scarlett Johansson's really speaks with her eyes. The only problem was that the movie lacks a solid plot. Still it's enjoyable to watch the events unfold with the beautiful setting and music. I have to get the soundtrack, if there is one.
Dan er and I went to Pizza Hut for lunch. We had fun people-watching and just fooling around. Sigh. I have been spending so much money lately and am heavily in debt. Yikes. Must save more money.
|| 2:59 PM ||
Monday, March 15, 2004
Genevieve and I finally got a chance to sit down, chat and "be paggish", as she would say. We went to Swensen's after Social Studies remedial to have lunch. Golden Treasures meal and Almond and Pitaschio Butterscotch ice-cream. Yum.
I need to do some studying. Plus complete my ten overdue Chinese essays. Plus my e-maths papers. Plus my whole stack of physics papers, which I have lost, and of course all my other holiday homework. Sigh.
Holiday homework. An oxymoron. I'm so not in the mood for it. It's supposed to be the holidays... *groan*
|| 1:43 PM ||
Sunday, March 14, 2004
It's out today. My book review. The editor added little snippets to it. Come to think of it, it's not a bad job. Being an editor, I mean. You get paid for publishing the work of others. All you have to do is appeal for reviews, read the book, edit the reviews, make a few phone calls and you get your monthly salary. Anyway, they said I would receive a prize. So where is it??? Hmph. They cheated me. Should I call them to remind them? Hehehe.
We got back our progress reports on Friday. Quite satisfied with my results. I got
A1 for English and Literature
A2 for E-maths and Chemistry
B3 for A-maths, Physics and Combined Humanities
B4 for Chinese
What to do with my Chinese?! It's my worst subject and I'm already having tuition. Not sure if my tutor helps, though. She watches television during my tuition. This Hongkong drama series. Sigh. I was telling her, "I have only two more months and I'm still at B4! How?!!" And she told me not to worry, two months is a lot of time. A total opposite from Ms Wee.
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Thursday, March 11, 2004
Manisha gave me my birthday present. Three sets of shimmering powder from Caboodles. I'm not exactly sure if I'll use it, but it's really pretty.
My Nike shoes are too small for me. They were bought too small. And why must they be the most expensive pair I have? Murphy's Law. Sigh. My dad told me to exchange shoes with my mom, but he said if I didn't want to I could have a new pair. Obviously I want a new pair but my conscience tells me not to waste any more money. I don't like my mom's shoes. They are ugly and black.
I can't wait for the Bimbo party! Hahaha. Natalia, Rachel, Sem and I have it all planned out. It's going to be on Monday. After school, we are going to have lunch - either barbeque, picnic or buffet. Then we are going to Plaza Singapura to take Neoprints, watch Honey and play hide-and-seek. Hehe. For dinner, we are going to Newton Food Centre and then to Natalia's house. Sem might be staying over, though Rachel doesn't want to and I can't. It's going to be so fun!
|| 4:49 PM ||
Tuesday, March 09, 2004
The Story of a Mother by Hans Anderson
As a mother sits at the bedside of her sick child, Death comes and snatches him from her. The woman follows, desperately questioning the Night, a rosebush and a lake and winning answers to her questions by sacrificing her songs, her blood and her eyes. She crosses to the other side where Death has a greenhouse of human souls and searches among the plants for her own child. When Death returns to interrogate her, she, in a frenzy, threatens to uproot two plants at her feet. Then Death gives her back her eyes and shows her a vision of two futures, one of them happy and one tragic, telling her that one of them is her child's own. She, frightened at the tragic possibilities, begs Death to save her child by taking him away from her.
|| 4:15 PM ||
Saturday, March 06, 2004
The Butterfly Effect [Change one thing. Change everything.]
He was a good man, but his mental condition ruined his life. Since young, he suffered from mysterious blank-outs, where he could not control his actions, nor remember what he did afterwards. These memory lapses caused him to hurt his family and friends, physically, emotionally and mentally. Only at age 25, did he find out about his gift. Or curse. He could change the past. Of course he wanted to, after causing the girl he loved to commit suicide.
Time after time he tried, but things just got worse and worse. Tragedies unfolded continuously, each scene getting more and more gory. Finally he decided to do a final change, to erase everything he had done to her. He gave up his past and his happiness, so that she could be happy. Even though she would never remember him again.
This is a movie which will have you gripping to your seat. You might find it entertaining and even funny because of its unrealistic plot, or you might find it disturbing because of the violence. I laughed in humour, screamed out of fear and cried at a certain heart-rending moment all in the same movie. It left the Sarah and I leaving the cinema, shaken.
|| 11:30 PM ||
Sarah Chong and I managed to get to Plaza Singapura in time for the movie despite repeated attempts by Joleen and Joan Kang to pull us to Ikea for lunch with them. The cab saved our life. Haha.
|| 11:23 PM ||
Thursday, March 04, 2004
I have just decided that I will never be a model. The camera lights are too bright. And I don't look good in photos.
The photographer just left. This really tall (190+ cm) guy who probably is a university student on a newspaper internship. Two poses in many different angles. And I was quite fussy, telling him my face looked too fat in the photos. But that's because my face
is fat. Sigh. I will be so embarassed when it gets published.
If it does. Maybe they will think that I look too unphotogenic for everyone to see and cancel the whole thing. Even the best photo looks horrible. So if you guys see me in the news with a big forced grin plastered onto my face, promise me, don't laugh!
|| 5:30 PM ||
Wednesday, March 03, 2004
Why do I always do things which I know I will regret?
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Tuesday, March 02, 2004
To my "stalker":
I don't know who you are, I don't know where you come from. I don't know how you got my number, I don't know how you knew about my birthday. The only thing I know is that you
a) come from a school which allows handphones,
b) was absent from school that day
or
c) have started working.
Sometimes you, being a mystery, scare me, but most of the time you cheer me up. Thank you for all your messages, whoever you are.
- Yunq
|| 11:05 PM ||