HOHOHO

'Tis the season to be jolly.

Familiar songs crooning in malls,
holly wreaths and tinsel balls.
Fir trees stand tall and proud,
its baubles radiant, clear and loud

Grampa in a red suit,
with a big tummy to boot.
Deep chuckles and roaring hohohos,
he's what the kids love the most.

Mistletoes and its cheeky purpose,
couples sharing those amorous kisses.
Fake snows and excited toddlers,
beautifully wrapped empty boxes.

So come on, Saint Nick is beckoning,
Toss away your doubts, stop your worrying.
Gather your sweetheart or friends so close,
savour the xmas warmth with those you cherish the most.

Wince.

Hello people.
My four days as a promoter for Compaq Computers is over.
( Thank the merciful Lord. )

And the fuits of my labour?

Gum infection, severe sorethroat, aching soles and muscle cramps...
and oh yes, 240 moolahs.

Big whoop.

Nerdette Geekette Loserette.

Dear.Lord.

The first day of a slew of an (almost) endless dizzingly free holidays, with nothing I HAVE to do, only things I WANT to do.

And what do I do?

I meld with my computer screen and develped a spritual bonding with the keyboard. HOO BOY.
I PLAYED NEOPETS.
Oh.My.Lord.

I PLAYED NEOPETS.


Someone save me. I fear for myself.

Excuse me, I think I have to feed my Shoyu pet now.

Finito.

*Releases great big pent up gush of air.

ITS OVER OVER O-V OVERRRR!
(prances around)

Its only expected for me to get so breathlessly excited.
After all, it isn't everyday you can finally say,

"MOM? GET OFF MY FUCKING BACK OKAY?
MY Os IS OVER. OVER ALRIGHT? TECHNICALLY FROM NOW ON, YOU CANNOT ASK ME TO HIT MY BOOKS. BECAUSE I HAVE NO BOOKS TO ACTUALLY "HIT".
I KNOW THAT MINE HAVING NOTHING TO DO EXCEPT FOT MINDLESS IDLING FOR DAYS ON END IS GETTING ON YOUR NERVES , BUT FRANKLY I DON"T GIVE A SHIT."

"HAH."

*sticks out tongue triumphantly.


Obviously, nothing good ever last. So I can only smirk for so long until the days the results are announced. My mom would be itching to get her two cents in then. ( told you to study already right! see! look at your results! dont say I never tell you arh! see la! play play play! you have no one to blame but yourself! )


But for now,she would just have to keep everything in. Hah.

WOOOTS. O LEVELS IS OVERRRR!
*resumes prancing.

Haloscan commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.

Hysteria possessed me for a fleeting moment.

"What if I can't make it to JC? "
"Oh God, what if i only gotten a B3 for my English? Omg, what if its a B4 or 5?! Arggghh! "
"OHMYGOD what if I got more than 20 points?!"
"Oh no, what if I cant EVEN make it to a poly?"
"OH GOD WHAT IF I NEED TO RETAIN?"
"Oh my god I need a knife."
"OH MY GOD I CANT FIND A FRIGGING KNIFE! "

Yes, the thoughts tends to get more... agitated, shall we say, as it develops.
Maybe Amaths might do me some good, calm me down or something of that sort, yes.

Food For Thought.
Please chew carefully.

I was pondering as to whether I should post this up. Its has a bit of thought provoking depth. And whats with preparations for major exmainations, I suppose distractons would not be at all warmly recieved.

But as they say,
to the hell with it.

Many a times, we came to a pitstop in life that asks for compromises and crucial decisions. Being a typical human, the greed in us would naturally want both.

However, we all know better. It cannot be done.
Here, i post a series of questions, asking for the choice you would prefer.

Think carefully, my dears. (:

( The situation given is such that you would only be able to choose one. )

1) Lunch with long-lost aquaintance or movie with boyfriend?
( It would be your last before your death. )

2) A major heartbreak or a major exam ?

3) So much time that you become restless and bored, or a limited amount of time in which you would have to prepare for an exam?

4) So much freedom or your Mom ?

5) Be obese ( in which you cannot slim down ) and intelligent or Be beautiful and dumb?

6) Winning the million dollar jackpot or saving your aging parents?

7) In a case of a fire, saving your 10 years worth of memories accumulated in photos and journals, or saving all the valuables?

8) Dying and loved, alive and unloved?


(:
would adore to hear your ans from you all.

Bewitched.

So the fun has begun.

Sharpen your pencils, lick the nibs.
Get a ruler, and stop falling asleep.
Shuffle the pages, read carefully.
one time, two times or maybe three.

Get your mind to it,
get it done.
its only for an hour,
and maybe some.

Days will dash,
weeks will fly.
stop your moaning,
this is your last try.


Yeah it sounds juvenile and cheery leady, but thats the best i can come up with. Given the rushing and all that maths going into my head. (:
My apologies.

hello. (:

no profound thoughts, really.
pfffah.

chuckles.

By the way, in case your eyesight is as bad as mine, there's a haloscan located at the end of every post. But I still could not figure out the key to changing the colour so it wouldnt be so inconspicious.
So... there.

Drop a line, make me smile. (:

I have endless tasks to fulfill,
fun to be enjoyed,
movies to be caught,
photos to be snapped,
idle times to be spent,
food to be eaten,
games to be played,
serials to catch up,
shopping to be done,
chalets to be tonned,
books to be savoured,
weights to be lost,
exercise to be done,
mahjong games to be won ( HAHA, CARO )
and overall,
FUN TO BE HAD.



But the damned Os are standing in the way.
Bloody hell.

Grad night. 21.10.05

naturally, everyone went trigger-happy. flashes everywhere in the auditorium, you would have thought bae-fucking yongjun came in.

yeah well.



given the mood, everybody got teary. hugs were given and recieved. promises made, but will they be kept?

I hate pooping over parties, but the damned school havent got a clue, instead of playing the corny yet neverfails VitC- graduation, they played some song by celine dion and whatsoever by whosoever. Like, HELLO. I was prepared to sob like a shamin' baby, but OH NO THERE"S NO SONG.

Nevertheless, there are some who shed tears, guess i got to work on my emotion factor. But the feeling in my heart is bittersweet, and tugs painfully every second. how i wanted to cry too, to hug all my dears to tell them i love them admist all my tears. BUT I JUST COULDNT.

):

Looking around the hall, i realised how much i owe Unity. How many memories were encapsulated here, how many laughters, how much tears. How many screams and how many smiles.

How many friends.

When i was home, i blasted The VitC song in my comp and started to reminsce.

It hit me like a truck,

Im never going to have a chance to sing our school song again.
Im never going to walk by fourseven early in the morning, looking at those dears. Tong making Mel and Ying laugh. Han shushing them cuz she wants to study. Caro NEVER there cuz she's always late.

Into My own beloved nest, eugene yelling HEY TZEMIN! everytime i step in.
Shahril listening to his mp3.
Don rushing his geography homework.
Waiming and Bahri fooling around.
Joyce pouring over her idol mags.
Denise sleeping LIKE ALWAYS. (:
Pris not there yet, as she's always fashionably late, reaching the class at the last possible minute. Fengkai's booming voice to be heard from the room all the way to the Yangtze river in Goddamned China.
Zhiling's unearthly screams whenever some bug got the better of her.
Yuting's laughter, scaring the wits out of everyone.
Jeenson and John, teasing anyone in the vicinity, evoking laughter from Andrew, guoxiang and their fellow musketeers.
Karen's yells, cuz she's ALWAYS getting bullied.


Mr Tan's sesame street's antics and his sweet dimpled smile that we have came to LOVE AND HATE.
Mrs Tan's lovely smile, and losing her voice everytime she teaches us.
Mr Fan incessant nagging about how we should ASK HIM QUESTIONS, even if we dont take physics.
Mrs Kumar's no-nonsense sharp voice, silencing the class effectively.
Mrs Quah's high pitched voice, telling us about YET ANOTHER MOCK EXAM.
Mrs Chan fingernails-against-the-chalkboard voice, warning the class NOT to pon her Geog AEP.


How i will miss, how i will cherish.

The comfortable feeling of belonging, the lovely feeling of being loved by your friends.
The easy going demeanour, knowing full well you can yell to the class with no sense of self-consciousness or shyness.
Will I ever be able to do that in my new class next year?

Will I ever be able to walk in and know you made a difference and you truly belonged, their smiles, their laughters. How i love. (:

I will miss so much,
i will miss my stingrays binges with qiaozhen.
I will miss john mocking me as i lost to him in another maths test.
I will miss karen's incessant teasing, making me laugh everytime.
i will miss pricilla's adorable antics, exasperating me everytime.
i will miss my crude+gossipy conversations with my brother, peppered with fucks and bloody hells. RIGHT SHAHRIL? (:
I will miss Bahri my hunky babe, with his superlong lashes. His singing and his guitar-strumming.
I will miss Don and his superniceguy attitude. ALWAYS willing to place his ipod mini at my mercy. (:
I will even miss waiming's bloody irritating teases, always getting me all fired up.
I will miss eugene's NON-GENTLEMANLY attitude towards me, always treating me like im his guy friend. ASS.


I will miss being able to stand on a chair and shouting to the class with no fear that no one is going to even bother about me.
You guys built up my confidence, how could i not remember?


When i thought about all these, i broke down and sobbed.
I cried like i never cried before.


1/8,2/8,3/7,4/6.
Thank Lord.
He gave me four wonderful years, one hell of a secondary school life.

I dont think it can ever be beaten,
and that you guys can ever be replaced.

It struck me a few chapters ago that I had forgotten what day it was today.
It was on the part where I was pondering over Double circulation In Mammals, that I realized,

Hey, isnt today Saturday?
Oh No its not. Kidscentral is not playing Pokemon.
Its err..ahh..um, Monday? Oh Tuesay !

Promptly satisfied with my brillant deduction, I determinedly shoved my wavering concentration back to the fascinating text on why our busy blood cells needed to zip through the heart twice in one circulation.

Probably those little red dudes are on steroids. (:


Oh no,

that wasnt even remotely amusing.
*puts head in hands and shakes in despair*


Im going off the edge,
that i am.

never mind,
i set up a cbox.

For the love of God,
please bloody hell spend jst 30 seconds tagging something alright.

it doesnt take much of an effort to make me happy. (=

I cant get the haloscan up.

Any volunteers will be greatly appreciated
and rewarded......





BY MY LOVE! (=

WHAT? you thought i was going to PAY you?

( Sweet sixteenth, jas. May Friday noon rawk. (= )

Imagine.

Since young, I had a hankering for lovely hotel rooms.
Quirky, yes. I know that too. (=

I love the soft goose feather pillows, fluffy and sweet-smelling.
I adore the lovely oak furnitures.
I find joy in padding over thick carpeting.
I delight in the opulent bathroom, gleaming metal fixtures, smooth marble floor.
AND MY ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE,
the thick, fluffy and every so BIG white hotel towels.
Wrapping myself in it, I breathe in the clean refreshing scent. Intoxicating, the fresh smell of pure smell of cleanliness.

Yes, I have not missed out the finer point of hotel rooms.
How its miraculously and magically spick and span after the morning's disarray.
Magic little helpers, nimble little fingers and quick little feets.

I adore hotel rooms. (=

Emotionally wraught. Over-wrung.

I rode the train from YewTee to Newton, alighted, got back again, rode to Orchard.
Hesitated.
Town? My Os is looming over ever so omniously.
I opened my bag, saw my prelims results, the red scrawls mocking me.

" You think you will be able to get an A1? Keep dreaming !"
My amaths paper seemed to be sneering.

"You think you can get 10 points like Jieying? Dont be so unrealistic LA. "
Those red scribbles, dancing around, chanting like cruel kindergarden kids, taunting, scorning. Whispering to me, Im going to screw the most important exam in my school life.
Laughing, pointing, smirking.


I zipped it up, got out, and waited for the train heading back to Woodlands.

oh so its back.

what the hell.

IS THIS THING TOYING WITH ME?

FUCK AND DOUBLE FUCK.

I had too much time on my hands and just HAD TO GO FIDDLE with my html.

now my haloscan is gone.
!@#$%^^&(*&^%$#@ !

If somebody is such a DARLING to help me whack it back in shape, rest assured i will be eternally grateful.

HINT HINT AND BIGGER HINTS.

pretty please. (=

msg me for the username & password.

Satisfied.

Celebrated Yvonne's belated sixteenth at Kbox yesterday. A fabulous time would be a gross understatement. i ve never felt happier or more at high. There were tons of laughters, heaps of wild screaming, loads of off-key singing/screaming/crooning, and of course, countless good ol' girlish giggles and shrieks.

Sometimes, what a girl needs is some plain ol' girlish undulated FUN. Complete with singing, chocolate and your bunch of crazy whacky best friends. The ultimate formula for any mood-lifter.

Joyce bought the cake from Bakerzin. It was a decadent confection of thick chocolate mousse, sinful chocolate crunchies + hazelnuts. One bite alone would put any months of dieting to complete waste.

Naturally, we lapped it all up.

Jumping on the couches, dancing on the tables, singing so loud our fellow Kbox neighbours were looking over. Wistfully, i might add. (=
It was pure fun. Time zoom by like it was on steroids. Handphones were left neglected, as we throw ourselves into the moment, ignoring everything that was happening outeld of the four peeling sound-proof walls of our room.
Ruefully, 6pm came. The stereo went silent on auto. Miffed that those lifeless machine were dampening our fun, we continued singing into mikes, ( fortunately, it wasnt on auto off ) with no music, just the blend our voices, speaking of our friendship, everlasting. One song turn to ten, ten turned to twenty. The people were curious how we kept on singing, we were a spectacle. But who cared? (=

It was the best time in ages. And we came out, promising that our next date would be on the 7th Oct. This time its Jasmin and yuting's sweet sixteenth.

Another day of fun and magic, Im alight with anticipation.

Thank you girls, for making this special (=

When you try to get everything that belongs to stay with you, it just ends up drifting even further away.

Like an endlessy frustrating Venn disgram, my circle of friends will never intercept. I'm so exhausted, fatigue is eating me from the inside. In the process of trying to stay with everyone, inevitably, you tend to neglect.

It so tiring, so tiring i dont even feel like writing in perfect English, and use complicated words and analogies to mess up with what i really wanted to say in the first place.

GUYS, im pleading with you. Im seriously really tired. I am. I cant take this anymore. I always wonder, carolyn, how did you prefected this precarious balancing act? With so many friends?

I screwed up with the friends i started Sec3 with. The people whom i opted to 37 for.
I screwed up with jiayi.
I screwed up with the seven girls. somehow or another, I did.
I screwed up with pris and everyone else.

I screwed everything that was once precious and dear to me.

In a word, Im screwed.
Somehow, i reckoned Lord is hinting that something ought to be done.

Im so tired, really so tired.
Sighs.


( Happy Birthday, yvonne. )