Huiyi and I once had this conversation,

She said, "Why do people have to be two-faced? It just makes life more difficult for everyone. Why can't they just be themselves?!!". And yes, she sounded positively frustrated.

So I said,

"Don't be silly now. If they were to just be themselves, everyone would know they're assholes".

Hmm. Well, you can't deny that's almost half the explanation.


Next, Sam got me this job where I had to transcribe one hour of tape for 30 bucks. Honestly, I had no problem catching on to the (boring) recorded interview, but I had to listen to some parts for a few times.

Samuel: You should stop procrastinating! Get back to transcribing. (yes I haven't completed one tape yet.) Pray to the Lord for the patience and persistence, it's the fruit of the spirit!

So I said,

"Tomorrow lah."


Procrastinators unite!


Besides the fact that I'm procrastinating and my mother's out of town... I painted my nails.

Oh gosh I miss her so. Not just because she's away, but mostly because the boys (yes, my dad has crossed the line) at home are driving me crazy.

Isn't there like, an obedience school badly-behaved-around-the-house males should go to?

1. They make messes they don't realise.

2. They don't clean up after their messes.

They were just about as clueless as fattened chickens headed towards the KFC supply chain.

3. They expect everybody without a (crude but I have to say it) penis to do everything else for em'.


I gotta admit this, but they can't freaking order pizza over the phone, try to reheat pizza, attempt reheating pizza without realising the switch is on 'OFF' (and wondering why the toaster's all screwed up), make porridge for dinner etc.

Oooh and this one takes the cake.

Pretty much all the chores are left to me and wow, I have to stay up to wait for the washing machine to be done washing so that I can hang up the clothes. Talk about selfish and this time, I mean it. While not incapable of doing the laundry (which is fold or hang), I'm really starting to think they're overly-dependent on my mama.

So it went like this,

My dad pushed the laundry to me and I did um, probably 4 days worth of laundry. Getting pissed off and rebelling against sheer laziness only got me an annoying little snoot telling me off,

"YEA! You should be more responsible!"

Uh-huh. For anyone who still think he's cute, I swear I'm going to slap your face with my brother's damp underwear.

You have been warned. May common sense be with you.

Which reminds me how pissed off I was at dinner cleaning up their messes. it just so happened my brother gave me another passing quip...

"If you have time, you should go do some chores *snooty act-cute face*".

Somebody kill me.

Some chocolate later, I cooled down.

Haiz. This is why if I have kids, I need to have at least one daughter. I don't know how mums can live without another female if they don't have daughters.

Yes, I believe my family would be a wreck without my mama around. Oh she's always there to make sure things are tip-top and shipshape. The loving, responsible custodian of the house, I'm so glad she's coming back tomorrow.

Sigh, I guess it's been written in history. Men have conspired (oooh and ganged up by ignoring the chores and lounging their fat asses in front of the tv) since the beginning of time to push everything seemingly domestic to women.

I don't know what to say. I'm just glad I have a mother that keeps my sanity alive before belligerence takes over. Ironically, she's usually the one killing it.

At least my dad has been civil to me and not buay song cuz I didn't do as he said immediately (yes I had to do it anyway). Oh well, who would figure out how to work the toaster!

Sometimes, all they had to do was pretty much... um, move. Sedentary. But what d'you know, when they got to using their nougets,

*few minutes of inspection*

"HEY this thing is on 'OFF!'"

"I think, we should do this... *turns knob*"

"LOOK! THE TOASTER'S LIGHTING UP!"


This is why men take women for granted. Especially in everyday situations.

Of course if you're not one of these guys, you got nothing be ashamed of. So don't tell me I'm generalising here. The innocent walk free. The guilty... Thou shalt be judged by PMS-ing housewives with formidable rolling pins.

And so in Mr and Mrs Smith,

Brad Pitt said, "You underestimate me, Jane"

then Angelina Jolie said, "John, you couldn't find the keys even if you had a map and a compass."


At least it's how I remember it, or want to remember it.

We're girls with horror stories. Do tell!

Labels: Family, Quirks, Real Life

Hokay, before I forget, here's what I saw on the MRT...

Okay you gotta picture this for yourself. The account is based on first impression.

They looked North Indian.

They were both in front of me and didn't seem to be able to tear their eyes off each other.

Let's see, the guy seems to be in his early twenties and he was in a pair of jeans, a white tee and a denim jacket. He had very well-defined features - skin the colour of melted milk chocolate and a delicate chin and a nose Michael Jackson would pay millions for. There was a mass of jet-black hair atop his David Henrie lookalike face.

http://images.google.com.sg/images?sourceid=navclient&rlz=1T4HPAB_enSG240SG241&q=david+henrie&um=1&ie=UTF-8&ei=cGurSceLL9XJkAXCiuXkDQ&sa=X&oi=image_result_group&resnum=4&ct=title

Ha, for those who have Disney Channel at home, you'd know what I mean.

Digressing: Damn you Jonas Brothers! This is what a real heartthrob is like.

Of course, that's besides the fact that it felt so dreamlike. It was a case of 'Wow you look better in person than on TV'.

(Up til now, I hope I haven't got any guy friends who are contemplating emo-ing in one corner or letting their egos loose)

The girl, erm, strangely, has the same hair and skin colour. She has doe eyes and full coloured lips. Oh and lovely shaped brows. Not tranny-ish, but very elegant. She was in this erm, African tribal-inspired dress and definitely carried it off very well. Now I know why angmoh women pay a lot for Indian hair. I tells ya, it was sleek, shiny and cascades in thick gentle curls.

(Okay girls don't start looking in the mirror now. It ain't gonna change anything. To prevent any broken self-esteem or image issues, just let me say: You can't really say if someone is beautiful if you've never seen them up close and very often. First impressions are after all, first impressions. Plus, nobody's ever beautiful without abnormalities. If they're acceptable to look at, it just means they're pretty, but not beautiful. Okay that's enough for damage control)

So yeah, the pair looked like a dream couple that just jumped out of Bollywood movie. She buttons his denim jacket for him in a loving fashion and he proceeds to put his arms around her.

They speak in a language I can't understand, but boy does it sound romantic when it leaves their lips.

In fact,

The only thing that was missing was the ubiqitous coconut tree.

Of course, this is one of the more interesting train rides I had.

Labels: Quirks

Dear readers and bloggers, do update what was the first thing that happened in 2009, I'll be looking forward to it.

There's just something beautiful about a new year, a new beginning and all.. must contain elation and ignore bitten tongue! People rejoicing... surreal. Tomorrow and next year has come. Sorry, this year.

The first thing that happened in 2009 for me:

My half-naked brother shouts "HAPPY NEW YEAR!" and dances. My dad tells him to shut up. I hear Auld Lang Syne and more half-naked people cheering.

I do a crazy dance and say "HAPPY 2009 TO YOU TOO! I WOULD HUG YOU IF YOU WEREN'T HALF-NAKED!"

I wouldn't mind being somewhere else though, at a church or downstairs playing sparklers.

Then my half-naked dad watches the fireworks from the windows.

I would hug my brother if he wasn't half-naked.

Now for my first 2009 non-half-naked meal: milo and a big sausage. Eat and not exercise!

Have a great half-naked 2009! Liberate half of all your soul and being cos the other half is probably too painful to witness.

All I can say it, savour the moment and you can do it. Here, your advice for the whole year. No school reopening, now that I think of it... It's GOTTA be great!

Love,
Cornstance

Labels: NEW YEAR, Quirks, What's up or new

A whole new lineup for the absence lately.



Does anyone realise everyone's sporting black nails lately? Fingernails, toenails, everywhere I go. Feels as though they're all ready for the Christmas party or doing the anti-Christmas.

Well, not me! I gots SIA-girl red nails ho yeah! (thanks mythili love you for buying it and doing most of it for me cos I'll mess it up). All in the spirit of the holiday season and they'll be off by CNY. Wouldn't want to be labelled as cheena. Anyway, killer red is H-A-W-T. Not just for aunties okay... The right shade makes it classic and eye-catching. (so don't be close-minded)

Mmm, that reminds me, my fingernails are going shiny pink. The anti-black. Love the anti-trend. As soon as I get the top coat. Oh and, for anyone who's thinking of neon pink or hot pink, it's seriously not advisable. It's terribly tacky, like.. like.. tights that hug a bit of the sole. Tights are good, but not THOSE. They scream faux pas. Blinding in a bad way.

Done playing Blackwell.



Updates updates. My patience wavers like Starhub coverage when it comes to my brother. Mrs Aidil is considerably patient and all ... which was how I started out. Nice, forgiving and efficient. Sigh, what can I do. I just can't help twitching when I hear or see an incoherent statement. If you have to hear it all the time... you'll go nuts too. Okay, that's just me.

C'mon. Being invincible doesn't mean "cannot see". As is knewed, noisely, teached, nevermind.

Twitch twitch twitch. An alarm just goes off in my head.

To give him credit, he's learnt fast enough, done better than some p6s and sec4s,uh-huh. He's been patient enough and endured my "NOOOOOOOO!!!! WRONG!!!!"s and he's just a kid. A boy kid. Which gives him a worse attention span.

Oh, he has this ... thing to call it "the whole entire thing" WHY CAN'T HE JUST SAY "THE WHOLE THING" OR "THE ENTIRE THING" WHY!

He watched too much TV, he's moody during studying (understandable and I do give concessions) and he tries to last-minute but fails badly at doing so cos he's freaking tired from watching TV. I don't get it. English is a chore to him, heh it reminds me of the relationship between Chinese and I.

Me: Do your corrections.

Brother: I feel like dying.

Me: No.. that's the easy way out.

Brother: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Okay who is responsible for this. I don't understand, he's treating English like a chore and its forcing me to do it too cos other than making him learn by rote I'm practically at my wits end cos when I do something less boring he would rather not do it and do it "rote".

You know, like how its a must to learn Chinese words by rote cos there are like 10 000 characters and everyone is different. That's why I like English better, there's less routine.

Now, that's why its frustrating.

Okay, moving on.



Ahaha, if you would kindly direct your attention to the tag that advertises Low Kay Hwa novels. I might enjoy reading, but my taste is definitely beyond those. Even the covers look cheesy. Like something churned out of a washed-up Channel 8 drama serial.

Which reminds me...

I was watching Ellen and then channel-flipping. Flip flip flip ... Channel 8.

Me: booooooooring. *proceeds to press flipping button*

Brother: NOOO!! It's Love Blossoms 2!

He's been auntie-fied.

I gotta hit the library. For the books and erm, the fountain of knowledge. Not excited about school though. Never thought I would need a library kaki after exams.

Hehs, I thought Low Kay Hwa was a middle-aged auntie... turns out its some geeky guy in his 20s. Looks so. Heh, Huiyi reads em'! Okay fine, reading tastes are up to discretion. Anyway, she let me read one of those. (Hehe, at least you're reading!) Can't believe how sappy it was! I read a little though.

:P How much pride went down the toilet in the making of those novels? Okay okay, all the teenage girl fans.

I don't know, it's .. it's as gay as Clay Aiken.

Alright, disclaimers. If you're a fan, than that's not my problem. I like Life of Pi, Hairil thinks its a roundabout book. See? We all have our own little erm, mostly-unliked likings. So I'm not gonna judge you on that, cos I got my own too! Aha (at least I don't like cheesy novels!!!!!!!)

Mmm as for my mostly-unliked likings.. wait a sec, I'm not s'posed to talk about this.

Life of Pi is very well-liked though.

Heh heh enough naughtiness.

That with writers too. Well, at least you wrote something. Something painful for me to read though. *shrugs* Take it with a pinch of salt, I know my blog is painful to read to some, but its not to me. Okay okay, at the end of the day... as long as you like it, as long as your teenage female acne-fighting, finger-crossing, wide-eyed-hoping, love-strangling fans worship it (just read the website), fine by me.

The last disclaimer: This is a critique too. I can talk about nails, clothes, pop culture references, guys and remain un-superficial.

Plus, I don't over-love myself. Seen a terrible case of an ego-exploding blog. Take cover, the debris will blind you with its life in self-denial.



Never judge a book by its cover (can't say that about Low Kay Hwa's novels though). A physics teachers in his 50s who wears glasses and a bow tie beat a guy who's got muscles and the looks of Leonardo Dicaprio and Ben Affleck in his 20s at Survivor. Uhhuh. Being pretty won't win you a million dollars but it will win you the affections of Mythili. :)



My last report of this post: Self-denial is bad for health. Humans. We just want to be something we're not. Of course, this holds true for everyone and is sadly exaggerated for some members of our community.

Societal expectations, what mama always wanted you to be, the grass is always greener on the other side, low self-esteem, forgivable to some extent.

Or, if you can't beat them, join them.

Hahs, but every once in a while, you'll be annoyed. *winks* Love ya Fatimah.

Labels: advertisement, Answers, Family, Fashion, Friends, Quirks, Real Life

1.16 AM I'm still awake and darn my 2006,2007,2008 November resolution for sleeping early and rising with the MRT. And who on earth craves for KFC chicken (except for Hairil). Alright, besides getting strange cravings, and erm, at unearthly hours (like a sudden urge for carbohydrates, preferably in potato or tapioca form), nothing is up.



Btw, my strangest craving yet is for tapioca. Good solid tapioca with things that get stuck to your teeth cooked in a big pot with some salt and to make it all slippery in your mouth. The smell is one of a kind, as is the texture and taste, potato-like, but with more kick. Sweeter, but not too sweet. Chewy, but doesn't make your mouth all dried up like sweet potato. Got so addicted I was lolling off my seat the next day and relating my craving to a new friend I've only met for 2 hours.



1.23 AM These few days have been enlightening and frustrating. It's a good thing I learnt things the hard way before I really get slapped in the face and there's no law to protect fully matured adults.



Frustrating:



Sigh, feeling the stress of the working world (drama, but yes) and how money being able to pay for my desired material possessions and me being in control of it makes me relish it and run after it like a donkey led by a tantalising carrot stick that is always a few cm away from me but never in my mouth.



Enlightening:



After 2 days of lolling off over being jobless, realisation hits me that allt he material posessions I've always wanted and the power that came along with it couldn't replace my essential needs. I'd rather be a slave to time needed to be spent with people generally referred to as loved ones (and taken for granted ...) than to the driving force of all that is capitalism. Oh monay, it's a cold cruel world out there.



Frustrating:



On Day 1 of cashier training, I was subjected to more propaganda. You can smell it from mile away. Do part-timers really give a damn about the companies they work for? Doubt it. Sharon was lolling off from boredom and I was resisting.



Enlightening:



Learnt more about customer service (and ignored all the Fairprice propaganda), made new friends (who were lolling off in boredom too), studied patterns of companies and competitors (sorry Fairprice, I like Cold Storage a lot better, though they have a corny ad on tv).



Frustrating:



Day 2 of cashiering: Very taxing on the patience. Sharon doing a lot of stress control and making herself more stressed, and I catch the debris falling from the stress-hijacked Sharon. Ouch. She goes left-right-left-right and has not yet done a nose-dive into a decision.



Enlightening:



Confident of being a cashier and passing the test. Optimism on a high. Was ready to face anything and anticipating paycheck. Then, all cranky cos I realised there was so much to study and I wasn't ready. And suddenly, making the cash register spring out wasn't as amusing as the first few times.



Frustrating:



Day 3 Didn't have enough time to memorise the new info on how to work EPOS. (tinier machine for paying by cashcard, NETS blah). Aced theory test and did badly for practical. Didn't answer one question and panicked (re-enactment of SPAs, which I do need to help myself asap) real bad. Rejected receipts same no. as accepted receipts. Questioning ability as cashier.



Enlightening:



Freaked out over the fact that I could've been blacklisted by the group of employment agencies. Punked by unprofessional consultant. Resolved to quit (Fairprice cashiering and Equator) in a phone call. Tamed all hell that broke loose.



Discovered amazing innate ability to talk diplomatically out of any situation and sounding sincere and interested. Thank you God for giving me this talent. Though I might suck at many other things (everything except reading, writing, the like), it's an indispensable skill that happens to come naturally to Corny.



Thank you 8 years of drama training and experience. You have served me well.



Thank you annoying, demanding, unreasonable, stifling certain teachers of JSS. For when I had to talk to you in a nice, respectable manner (and perhaps you don't know that as much as you tolerate us kids, a lot of students are resolved to tolerating your shit too until we graduate), you really trained me in dealing with people who push you around, don't understand your situation, insist on wanting things their way and not seeing how unfeasible your "requests" are, quite firm in wanting to stifle any form of creative thinking (or politically incorrect thinking), gee, I don't know.



I gritted my teeth, I held back my little angry voice telling me to walk away or lose it. I slid a sarcastic buttered remark, for it is what you wanted to hear. And today, I'm stronger.



Frustrating:



2 days later (today), I still have to make a trip down to Tanjong Pagar. Waste ez-link card money. (Wei! recession hor!).



Enlightening:



Learnt the lesson of diplomacy, severity of black and white, and professionalism. And if you can help it, be sure to ensure that people paying you are professional. I learn from others' mistakes. Settled "debt" with agency and happy.



Frustrating:



The price to pay for fame and recognition is a pain in the ass. Damn you pussycat dolls.



When I grow up, I wanna be in famous I wanna be in movies ... *continues computer-generated twittish featherbrained lyrical content and voices mashed together digitally attempting to be passed off as singing* Damn, PCD sounds even more nasal than Britney.



Be careful of what you wish for cos you just might get it?



Yeah, sure. Strippers who for some reason never take off their clothes would never tell you that fame comes with people ready to smear your reputation and it's almost impossible to remain inconspicous. Ah public scrutiny, gotta love it.



And if you wanna take it in a candy-coated jingle...



"You can talk about me. Cos Ima hawt topic!"



Yeah yeah, with fame comes groupies and/or boobies (what can money not afford to have?)



Enlightening:



Let me get back to you on that.



2AM Frustrating: Blog-hopping on respectable blogs (cheem, reflective, interesting, intelligently funny), and little unknown blogs (some of which deserve to be forever tucked into cyberspace unrecognised cos it would blind people with sanity), darn are teens that shallow? Literary merit isn't much of a winner too ay, me hearties.



Sigh, it would be the end of the world if adults start assuming all teens write like that. Manufactured, bubblegum, dishing up emo-ness and love stories and pigeonholed (cos it all looks the same?), no writing style, bumbling about everyday life in an uninteresting manner, zilianing pics (there is a limit you know), and of course, the occasional, or everyday potty-mouth word. :) Fish! (HAHA my little cousin really thought this was the 'F' word, so adorable.)



Enlightenment:



I didn't post due to lack of inspiration, which makes dry and blah blog posts. And I realised that I don't need essentially need pictures in my blog cos my writing is what matters. Haven't found anyone with a similar style (like churning out long posts) of writing, perspective, humour (I'm not funny, never was, never will be), awareness (mmm that depends).



Read my long long posts if u want to. And pictures don't always show up cos I'm just different. I'm a writer, not an photoshopper, photographer or picture-perfect model.



Yes and I'm amused by my emo moments during blogging, cos it sure is nicer to read than ..



"sianxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxzxz. will someone ever rescue me from this pit of botomless doom? where's my prince charming when he promise he will come? reversations of the past coming back to me. why did you lie to me? my fantasy is gone. wanna see my slashed wrist?"



Ah darlings, how many mistakes can you pick out?



1) Understandably, we are SGrean, and the use of the term "sian" isn't a crime really. But repeated 's's and 'z's are reminiscent of the twit wave that used to engulf the blogosphere a few years back, it's horrible, hideous and unspeakable like like.. 70s tackiness or an unflattering purple CD cover that says "ELTON JOHN EXTRAVAGANZA".









The horror.



2) glaring grammatical errors that put off respectable readers, and it happens throughout the entire post.



3) ima stickler for good spelling. (and i NEVER had to study for spelling after p3! HAHAHA!!)



4) SVA problem. Ouch.



5) Over-indulgence in childish fantasies that take common sense to realise that it's not true, and that the blogger has been living in delusion.



6) Typical emo-ness that gets really boring. Man eat man, learn that and when it happens to you, try to describe it in another way and just say "Damn I've been screwed real bad." Everyone gets it immediately.



7) Wrist slashing is so passe. Try mentally torturing yourself. Or maybe it's cos you don't have much of a brain to be tortured with haha!



Okayokay, chill. Understandably some people just like physical pain and all (i don't, cos mental pain already gets me lolling off *wooo!*), still, it all seems rather frivolous. I'll get back to you when you check out that word. Honestly, some emo-ness is just plain... frivolous.



And never use big words that you don't know how to use appropriately, it makes you a laughing stock and unnecessarily taxes your brains and theirs.



"I HATE YOU! I HATE MY FAMILY! I HATE MY SO-AND-SO FOR MAKING ME LOVE YOU SO MUCH! (miley cyrus, you are a bad example)"



1) Ah a bit of anger and teen angst. Nobody understands you. (Darn we do take that for granted)



"NOW IM RUNNING AWAY FROM HOME AND LOOK! IM POPPING ECSTASY WITH A MARLBORO'S IN MY MOUTH AND OOOPS! I SWALLOWED MY CIGGY!"



2) Plain dramatic stupidity and a cry for attention of which shrinks should promptly attend to. Ah, the wild life, out all night, not caring if your "abusive" parents worry the shit out of themselves cos you don't come home, you not worrying that your parents seem apathetic to your antics...



"she slept with him, what a ho. i hope they get STDs together, watch out arh, next time you bathe, you see something funny on your .."



3) Won't finish that sentence. haha, nothing like a bit of spite!



Last and not least, the icing on the teenage cake:



"Fish You!"





















Not to mention overtly long pauses to show depth in thought or anticipation. mmm, so don't use it unnecessarily.



2.30AM End of a fantastic blog post (I love myself too much, someone restrain me!) and a boring day. What time shall I wake up tomorrow?

Labels: Accomplishments, Answers, Quirks, Real Life, Seeds of Smartness Sown to Show-off, WhatcausesJoy

This is bad. I have to stop this. Let me entertain you with my intelligent, quirky banter in a narration of today's events, that will somehow link to your lives through mine. Go storytelling.

Woke up at 7 to sms HuiJuan about Physics lesson, cos I'm not going to be late again (like I have been for all my Physics lessons on Saturdays), especially not 1 plus hour. Drifted back and forth to sleep wondering if she'll sms back, keeping me on the edge of "Should I skip this or not?".

Why I'm a bad student

1. Why wake up on a Friday morning during a holiday to go all the way to school?

2. My SPA file is less than ready. (Guilty as charged) Yeah... I'll probably end of doing copies of SPAs I didn't bother to dig out.

3. When I get there, I'd probably feel like tearing my test to shreds cos it wouldn't make the least sense to me.

4. Falling asleep in class sounds tempting, might as well snuggle up in my nice warm bed.

5. Don't think I'll understand everything that Mr Ng will talk about, the rest of the class will be like "OOOOOOOOO~" and Hui Juan will be like "But why?!!" and I'll be like "Relax, it's probably *crap explanation*, I dunno *slips into lalaland*" . Then Mr Ng will be slapping his forehead (inwardly, i can read teachers okay.) and say erm... logic governed by the laws of Physics that don't make any sense.

Why I'm a good student

1. I can't stay in bed past 10 or 11 anymore, and have the temptation to slip back into sleep. Being forced to go to school is a good thing. No more of such terrible habits that spring their ugly head during holidays.

2. I'll feel really really really bad about skipping. My conscience wouldn't forgive me for snubbing Mr Ng like I was some kind of diva by turning up fashionably late (it's never fashionable to be late though...no matter how late I turn up, I do understand this and try my best to get my lazy ass off the bed), or not turning up at all (it really bugs me, especially if I know I did have control over my actions, it's not like I was knocked out completely. I was half-awake at 7 for goodness sake)

3. Kept awake by the word to be a good girl, and it doesn't help that it so happened to be the birthday of the friend my mouth had to open and say "okok I'll try". As again, I was half-awake. It's a concious effort.

4. Damn, I have to stop saying things I might not be able to fulfil. I made a big big promise (to Someone more important of course, so going to need all the help I can get) to take care of myself. And going for Physics is like, a huge neon sign going blink blink "What are you waiting for? Get off the bed you... sloth? (so my friends, do not commit one of the seven deadly sins, especially if you have control over yourself)". Oh yeah... running from temptation is definitely better than resisting it headfirst.

5. If I never went, I'll never know. He might not ask for the SPA file, I'll magically know how to save my Physics test (fat chance), Data Source questions are actually my thing and I can do them so much better than Literature (sarcasm to be taken at the fullest). Or I can mooch off Hui Juan's data source and expect myself to understand everything that he says.

6. Maybe there'd be so little people turning up he wouldn't even touch SPA or Data Source. *crosses fingers* Eventually, I'll have to do both anyways, if not today, next next week in school. Worst still, have the test when I go back to school staying back like a sucker.

You can guess which was it that I picked. For the 17 other classmates that turned up that is.

Amazingly, simply because within the time I waited anxiously for Hui Juan's sms, and never once hoping that Mr Ng would cancel the lesson, being thrown back and forth to sleep and my conflicting thoughts, simply on whether I should turn up or not, would lead me to a descision that I should fulfil if not for anyone else, myself.

I guess it's a good thing I was unable to fully go back to sleep after 7am messaging Hui Juan. Simply from that one hour of questioning the 2 sides in my head, I guess it's brought home a bigger conflict that goes beyond going for Physics lesson on a Friday morning in September's bestest non-school week, which I guess I've got that covered.

Well... Physics was just a test and going through of the test, after that consultation which I didn't stay for, since I came empty handed for consultation materials. No SPA file, no Data Source (oh yeah!) *uncrosses fingers*

Despite being groggy, it's quite impressive that I'd probably have scored the same (as badly) as when I'm fully awake. At least I didn't panic ... just stare at the paper and reason with the little I remember, before deciding Faraday's Law (the only thing I really studied) would come into handy. Still can't believe I scored full for a.c generator when I don't know all the shit about it.

(I've never had alcohol as itself, though don't partake in vodka, bacardi, booze etc. will explain this later). Like being all groggy, half-asleep, half-dreaming, like running through virtual reality, all detached and pale. Sniffling and my mucus tap just won't turn off, my hair looking sick, yup sick. I'm more inaudible than usual, mumbling things that I don't hear and expect fully of others to hear it. And I feel like I can push my hand into anyone's face just to shut them up.

Mhmm hmmm girl you gotta stop this. I know I can't wake up every morning like I've gotten a hangover though I've never drank before. I guess the bigger conflict resolved would be knowing that besides laziness, it is just the fact that I don't want to get up at all cos getting up just reminds me of a school day where there's so much shit ahead.

I'm not a morning person, and it certainly isn't one of those rare days when I get up and say "Today, I shall conquer the world".

I suppose the reason why I don't want to go to sleep would be that it would be ending my favourite part of the day, which involves no school and no stress, well not a lot of it anyway. (This is after much thought. Not very much an excuse to me)

Time to stop running away. I guess I just gotta let it stop getting to me and biting me in the ass. Maybe that's why I had to make that promise - I never trusted myself to overcome this demon alone because it sure goes beyond liking to hibernate. More of the alluring comfort of sleep, that when I'm in a different realm, at least the subconcious where no one can touch me.

Perhaps because I felt so weak wanting to keep this to myself and not talk about it that I've never really given it much thought. You don't say prayers without a reason and I suppose when I was half-asleep, I've been wanting some help with this. And there the promise slips through my lips, since I know I won't ever be alone on this.

There's a whole day ahead for me to go after, and too much sleep will deprive that.

Goodnight and Good Morrow.

Labels: Accomplishments, Blogs, Essence of Sprouting, Questions, Quirks, Real Life, Seeds of Smartness Sown to Show-off, Teen Angst

This shall be an intelligent post, as I promised on my reflection that Ms Ong makes us do against our lazy will ever since ... forever.

I've never been much of a gamer in my entire life, unlike some of you hardcores out there (don't deny it!). Though I enjoyed Armageddon (the one by Mel Gibson with lots of half-naked indigeneous people) and I had to admit that the explicit blood and gore were very effective images, I do still get shaken. It's a strange thing, if I'm feeling a bit of shock or fear, I just freeze up, stare, gasp and have problems breathing for the next few seconds. Unless it involves something like a roller coaster or a Shawn, a Mythili, or maybe a Mr Chen with a afro. And don't get me started on ... Mdm Rani miming the musical songs or in pink lingerie (darn you sickos put that image in my head)

Maybe until I chanced upon this article on controversial online/video games. So, my itchy fingers followed my curiosity and the web links. A few clicks of the mouse and ta-da! "Torture Game 2"

The start of my unforgettable experience: (won't post the actual game link, just in case some of us can't resist clicking either)
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/25337373/wid/11915829?GT1=40006

Yep, so ... I went through some paint jobs across the ragdoll, impaled the poor dude's heart (UNINTENTIONALLY I SWEAR I WAS NERVOUS!), shot him the right knee (of course...this has nothing to do with Shawn's right knee being the exact centre of the musical final shot picture heh heh)

I must say, when i impaled it's chest (oh my I sound like a ... sick psychopath telling you my glory tales), the ragdoll made a somewhat emotionless, yet agonised groaning sound. Oh course this isn't as graphic as some games can go, but I was sick all the same.

Well, Torture Game 2 goes like, you do whatever you like to the ragdoll, just physically torture it in any way you want to, until you've done enough to kill it, it makes the groaning sound. Guess I shouldn't have pierced the left side of the chest.

Other than that, it remains practically emotionless. I won't go into what you can do to the ragdoll, just read the article. I felt my tummy do flips and exhibited the symptoms of when I'm disturbed. Which was why I ditched the game after 3 takes. This just goes to show I can never make Jack the Ripper and Wednesday Addams proud, ain't bloodthirsty, enjoy the macabre or the like.

Guess some playing the game would think it's really lame to get scared, I'm not! I'm just disturbed. The webbie says 'campy gore' and some find it a good stress reliever. Yeah, I wouldn't like to take my stress out in such a gory methods, even if it's just computer graphics.

Don't think there would be any psychopaths with a taste for humans not making a sound when being tortured running around after this game. Ah well, people get sucidal after listening to My Chemical Romance. So ... what does that prove? As much as some things are unintentional, like me stabbing the ragdoll in the chest, some things can't fall into the wrong hands? Okay I'm crapping. The likelihood is .. nil?

Should we take Torture Game 2 seriously? LOL if it's a stress reliever, wonder if those people picture their boss from hell as the ragdoll and go on a torture spree. :p Well, guilt was mentioned in the article too. Yes I feel bad >.<>

Labels: Quirks, What's up or new

Hey now I''m hanging out at StephL's. Hmm, JCs aren't really that reliable, seriously. Take a certain JC, leadership things over grades? Gee I don''t know, plus I've had enough of cheena school environments that are boring. stuffy, and not a hotbed for creativity. In fact, it can literally be a thriving ground for communistic tendencies of keeping a propagandish media, say China/Russia/North Korea/Myanmar? Food for thought.


Besides, i seriously doubt their student welfare. Gosh i can't live with that. I've had enough of this, seriously, ever since pri.sch. Like, the people at the top just care about you giving academic achievements to the school, or those cca awards etc. This shouldn't be the case la... Ever heard of nurturing learning?


Oh yeah, the school banners (not very truthful arh) are afterall school banners. How far can you trust them? Hmm, anyways, since checking out DSA for AC, I've seriously decided on poly. Even DSA Drama, gosh I had no idea the awards in their list even existed. See? So stifling xP. I'm on the side for polytechnic education. And i ain't slacker. Though poly students are a lot of hyper fun and eat a lot :p


DADP again. Gotta get past COP 12. Aim single-digit still the best, though sometimes it's kinda out of my league. Anyways, you gotta pass an aptitiude test first too. Ha, and didcha know that even if you don't have anywhere near 12, can appeal de! xP, of course not that easy la, got so many smartasses wanting to take your place. Ah well, such is the competitive world.

Singapore's environment isn't anything like the Western countries, at least not in the schools I go to or am aware of. There's actually a lot of difference. For one thing, you can choose to be an Art of Science major, and still be respected all the same. Crappy environment la .. here you study Arts and people laugh at you. And for a good reason actually, what's there to look at for Arts in Singapore? Land area too small, money no enough for Arts as much as Sciences. Seriously, I have never doubted the supply of ideas in this country. Maybe you can't be a tech hub etc. and be an art hub at the same time ... the result of wanting to mash up the two in this very small land area seems kinda wannabe-ish.

It's a bit impossible to say that Singapore is cosmoplitan like, say, London?

Oh well ... poly prepares you for the industry? Till now I don't get the differences fully, guess time will tell. :p So Mr Ng kinda wasted his breath trying to explain to me.

It's sad how some things work at times, but we're not in control. Therefore, we can only hope for the better and just laugh along with all the shit. So there, like the musical. Yeah, it's merely for publicity - the image that the school wishes to portray. Gosh I tell the hard truth, tongue-in-cheek. It's my little bit of cyberspace anyway.

Still, looking at everything in the musical, so much more can be done. Like, everything's fine actually, in fact, I happen to think that lots of people in this school are more talented than they're given credit for. It's the same as with Singapore and this school. If you keep picking from the same pool of talent that you know, and don't keep a lookout for more undiscovered raw talents, people are never gonna realise a full potential due to the vice of laziness and convenience. Then, someone else is going to pick them and give them better opportunities. And which nitwit would stay to help somebody who doesn't give a shit about them? Still wanna complain about brain drain?

Damn, it's like, so much talent with expensive help. Why throw it to waste with a crappy musical storyline? Pro-pa-gan-da. Now struggling to cover the costs? Harhar, thing is, if it was a better, different storyline, a lot of people would pay even more to see it. Rather than an hour of crap they've been told over and over again for $30. LOL, we even thought that a spoof would be worth 5o bucks and 2 shows won't be enough okay!

Sigh, gotta keep the image and the donations pouring in, right? What's the point? Tsk, some sort of giving the Arts a bigger scene. That's like saying ELDDS/any other arts group gets to have the Pulse Studio for practice sessions. Yeah, only in the case where you need us to bring home an award or something.

As much as the Alumni are probably people with small fortunes, with very traditional Chinese values, and with company names like "Tan and Ah Kow Holdings" who will be confused at something artsy and would rather watch something that they wanna see, like say, history of JSS? Gosh, I mean, what's there to brag about? Honestly! Our school history so exciting meh? xP it would be if they cared more about us. Ah, every organisation has it's flaws and preferences, yes?

What we all have in mind, is a musical that's more intelligent than that, I think. These words are my own. Wouldn't it be great if we can showcase JSS as a school that welcomes the Arts instead of the heavy censorship that blocks out the "wrong stuff"? We have to learn to laugh at ourselves, seriously. The atmosphere's too tensed and we're not getting anywhere. Art is an expression. Talent is to express what people feel effectively, yes? It's a great pity that all is going to waste. You say how you feel, not how other people want you to feel. That's what I know.

From the more pragmatic side, fine. I can be realistic too. If you get a role, yay! It's difficult to make money as an artist, that's for sure. Oh well, that's just the vision in my idealistic head. As my uncle would say, I'm too young too be pissed at such things that cannot be changed. Might as well accept. Uh uh, I won't embrace it, but make the most of it.

Next post: What's wrong in the first place? Other than all these heh heh, my rants are neverending. RARRAR

Labels: Essence of Sprouting, Questions, Quirks, Real Life, Secondary School Life, Teen Angst

Third post for today, but I'm just feeling inspired, so 'DON'T STOP ME NOW, DON'T STOP ME CUZ I'M HAVING A GOOD TIME, HAVIN' A GOOD TIME!', hehe ya James aka Shawn?

Two issues will be discussed. One based on tourism (from inspiration from Redtail's blog) and another on -gasps- something taboo, like say ... t.A.T.u? Hmm, possibly another on scammers with preety heart-shaped paperclips.

t.A.T.u is a female Russian singing duo formed out of a children's singing group. They're very talented, and generate publicity and do marketing through the use of controversy (of lesbianism) and a fair amount of skin. The Russian name of t.A.T.u is painfully long (much to Shawn's delight) but it just means a shortened version of "This Girl Loves That Girl". It becomes "This Loves Her" for short.

Their English debut single "All The Things She Said" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K54p_fCrGL8) made waves throughout the world. or the world with the Internet, MTV or pop radio. Never a player of "playing safe", they're marketed as lesbians. Their sexual orientation is unclear though. Or at least I have no idea la, but I won't write them off as lesbians. Oh well, it's a bit sneaky and creative to market singers like this, though it has clearly worked. It's really your opinion. Though I'd like to think they do have it 'It" factor, solid singing voices and harmonisation and really are more intelligent than people want to see them in their fetish schoolgirl outfits and revealing shots. Oh well, sex sells.

In their video of the song, well yeah there's shots of them engaging in kissing. So, yep, don't watch that if you have a weak constitution for shock. Thing is, as much as publicity is involved, notice that at the end the girls leave and it's the closeminded people who are really behind the fence and contained, while they are free to go after being scrutinised. The rain clears. So the message is to tell people to be more understanding, which i believe is what a lot of people lack. It does no good to anyone.

Anyway, how does that relate to me? Or possibly you. What I really like about t.A.T.u, besides two talented European girls is that they really are smart in the sense of what they believe in, and what's really in their lyrics and albums. It's raw expression through use of music and singing voices. A pity not a lot of people give them credit for that and choose to slam them for being cheats (not really lesbians) or lesbians (this world is weird). Very liberal though, I might not agree with some of the things they do, but that's just the conservative Asian in me. I'm not a Westerner this way.

Which brings me to the question: You might say it's how they deserve it by wanting to market themselves as les-es want to make controversy to be famous, but that's their and their manager's problem really. But they do make a strong solid points about the truth with a lot of people. Simply having people judging a pair of girls like this says a lot about people doesn't it? And it's reflected in their songs. Fine by me if you say I'm a weirdo.

"You the cutest jailbird I ever did see" - Jailhouse Rock, Elvis Presley

suggesting a form of gay-ing in an all-males prison :p

Section 377A of the Penal Code of Singapore: (AH! HERE IT COMES!)

Section 377A of the Penal Code of Singapore is the main remaining piece of legislation which criminalises sex between mutually consenting adult men.

Section 377A ("Outrages on decency") states that:

Any male person who, in public or private, commits, or abets the commission of, or procures or attempts to procure the commission by any male person of, any act of gross indecency with another male person, shall be punished with imprisonment for a term which may extend to 2 years.

Hmm, so the law only penalises gay men? What about lesbians? Okay nevermind that, i do not wish to be dragged into a debate with lawyers and the like. Haha, that's not my main focus. I'm not one to question the Constitution, not at my age though. Thing is, even without this written law, isn't it so that there's already a de facto one? One that's unwritten, but yet clearly stated through social norms?

Ah, I'm already a weirdo before being introduced to the subject of 'Conformity' by DADP immersion. Oh, the irony. I mean I've experienced the consequences of non-conformity so many times before that it really sucks to be me. "It sucks to be me, it sucks to be me"- Avenue Q HAHA, but somehow I'm proud of it, not like I'ma rebellious wannabe. I just do what I think is right and what I feel that judgemental people have no right to take away from me. Like, I don't care what your excuse is, seriously. I have done nothing wrong. You're a biased freak, that's what you are, without peppering my words. Note the word usage and labels, smartass. Lookie!

Anyways, I guess you people stuck in the same rat hole as I am, that actually understand me, all while being confined and silenced is that I am in fact labelled, though subconsciously now. My jelly backbone-less black pencil case says "I'M NOT A RULES KINDA GIRL" in silver lettering. I guess nobody really understood what it meant, cuz I'm not a rulebreaker in school. heh, I'm not even rude to teachers that I don't like, let alone some people. By rules, I never meant for it to be school rules, but unwritten societal rules, some of which is perpetually unnecessary for a free spirit. And yes, all these in Sec2.

The pencil box might be slightly tattered now, but it signifies no change in my thinking. Independent, I might add. In some ways I am deemed to be a fool, and yet I don't think it's the wrong choice to make. Life's too short for regrets. Stuff like wanting to ask questions, but being too afraid to ask is fine, but when fundamentals like friendship, moral propriety and love is involved, I gotta put my foot down.

As an example of the most extreme that has happened, hmm .. I do have a label as a les. So when I joke about them, I never really mean it. Cuz it's how you're made, and so be it, even if it's not a majority orientation. So look at me, I've got nothing against gays. My specs are purple, by chance of course ;D.

So yeah, to clarify: I'm not a lesbian. I don't like girls that way. Okay? No matter what I do, or what I say. I kid around with people, but no, don't take that seriously. Lightens the mood, ya?

I may give girls dramatic flirtatious looks if I'm really good friends with them, kid about being a les with them, up the extent of giving girl hugs and actually holding their hands is fine too.

Take StephanieL for example. After this post, I would like the skeptics and haters to shut up (like that's possible). Sometimes, it does hurt me to think that you really think I'm a lesbian. StephL, by the way. Oh and um StephK's taken by Shawn. Aww. xP!

I'm just really good friends with her, best friends in fact. I know some people who have been really close to their buddies too, okay? Closer than I am in fact. I shan't say what, since I think the people in question would like me to be quiet about this.

Thing is, I might get all high, laughing-mad etc. with StephL, and hang outside her class etc. but it doesn't mean we touch each other the wrong way or anything. And it certainly doesn't mean I stick my tongue in her mouth either. Think of your reaction now. How do you feel? Reflect.

Thing is, some things are okay for friends to do together. Okay? Don't you see people sharing the same shower stall for camp? Don't friends hold hands too? Is it such a crime that I hang outside her class, or she does the same, or maybe enter the class? Well, what do you know, some people think so, simply because it's not right for a senior and a junior to be friends this close? Hello?! Wake up your bloody idea, she's not my CCA junior or anything, how the hell can I be biased to her? That aside, is that so wrong?

Well, guess what. It is to some people. Say, her previous classmates? And possibly mine. Or any member of the student body? How close-minded and homophobic can you people be? Or worse, so assuming and smart-alecky.

Thing is, we don't drag each other down, we encourage each other, stick up for each other, do the stuff that friends do together. And we're just more open than others about wanting to share how wonderful this friendship is to the world, yes spreading the love. Anything wrong with that? Thing is, you might not like her or like me, but you cannot deny the fact that our friendship is strong has weathered many storms. Okay? You don't know the full facts behind it. Why be so judgemental? I never said you were a gay or a lesbian, in fact, I'm sincerely nice to people I detest at times. If I have to say "hey, good luck" I mean it, even though I usually don't like you.

Are you capable of that?

Ask yourself. Do you have the slightest hint of a conscience?

It might be subconscious to you, but as respect for a human being, I suggest that if you truly feel this way, I'd like you to stop it. Okay? You may joke that I'ma lesbian or she is, but never do it till the point where we feel hurt or if that's what's really on your mind. I've clarified. Plus, no matter how holy you think you are, God or your Jiminy Cricket of a conscience would want you to think before doing or saying anything. Be understanding and accepting, it's not a crime to be a good friend dammit. I never discriminated against you for that now, did I?

I would never hurt anyone, at least I try, no matter how much they've hurt me. Which is why when i try to control, sometimes I hurt myself in the process. As long as I don't go mad, that's okay. 2 wrongs don't make a right. Now i really get "turn the other cheek". Okay? People can vouch for that. Why do you think I'm always so emotional? Well, yeah, I don't kick kitties in their bodies when i feel pissed, nor do i yell at a domestic help as and when I like.

So there, I've done what I needed to do. Speak up and stick by my beliefs. It's up to you now. Do you really wanna remain stubbornly incurable?

And yeah, i might have hugged her onstage in sec 2, haha maybe it's when I didn't realise how much "trouble" I'd be getting into. Oh the social stigma, how it stings when you're not looking. And we do have the same design of a bag. It's a friendship bag, for God's sake. Is that so wrong too? Doesn't it seem all very ludicrous now, now that you've looked at it in a logical manner? And yeah, I got it myself, with my own money, to match hers, as a symbol of friendship. It's freedom of expression too, by the way. Are you too stuffy to box that too? Gee, maybe i should migrate to the U.S. I do like their freedom. "Land of the free, and the home of the brave".

Yes, no guy bought that for me. I don't mooch off guys, thank you very much, though you've insulted me, thanks for the awareness anyway. Wish you had some of it too.

So there you go. This is my speech, and my ode to friendship, acceptance, and expression. Can swallow? i won't be sorry for what I haven't done wrong.

F = ma

Force = Mass x Acceleration

Friendship = Maturity x Acceptance/Appreciation. (i'm smart, okay fine credits to Alvin)

Recently, friends have again never failed me. I'ma lucky duck, yes siree. (References from Dictionary.com) Oh yeah, and it's no big deal being friends with anyone, guy, girl, lesbian or gay, or bi.

Ludicrous (adj.): causing laughter because of absurdity; provoking or deserving derision; ridiculous; laughable: a ludicrous lack of efficiency.

Stigma (noun): a mark of disgrace or infamy; a stain or reproach, as on one's reputation.

Homophobic (noun): unreasoning fear of or antipathy toward homosexuals and homosexuality.

Perpetual (adj.):
1. continuing or enduring forever; everlasting.
2. lasting an indefinitely long time: perpetual snow.
3. continuing or continued without intermission or interruption; ceaseless: a perpetual stream of visitors all day.
4. blooming almost continuously throughout the season or the year.

Conformity (noun):
1. action in accord with prevailing social standards, attitudes, practices, etc.
2. correspondence in form, nature, or character; agreement, congruity, or accordance.
3. compliance or acquiescence; obedience.
4. (often initial capital letter) compliance with the usages of an established church, esp. the Church of England.

Skeptic (noun):
1. a person who questions the validity or authenticity of something purporting to be factual.
2. a person who maintains a doubting attitude, as toward values, plans, statements, or the character of others.
3. a person who doubts the truth of a religion, esp. Christianity, or of important elements of it.
4. (initial capital letter) Philosophy.
a. a member of a philosophical school of ancient Greece, the earliest group of which consisted of Pyrrho and his followers, who maintained that real knowledge of things is impossible.
b. any later thinker who doubts or questions the possibility of real knowledge of any kind

Propriety (noun):
1. conformity to established standards of good or proper behavior or manners.
2. appropriateness to the purpose or circumstances; suitability.
3. rightness or justness.
4. the proprieties, the conventional standards of proper behavior; manners: to observe the proprieties.
5. Obsolete. a property.
6. Obsolete. a peculiarity or characteristic of something.

Labels: Accomplishments, Darkness, Essence of Sprouting, Family, Friends, Quirks, Real Life, Secondary School Life, Teen Angst, To be a Child, WhatcausesJoy

For the title of the post, I'm kinda pissed at the person who repeated crap from the book to us every year and it got stuck in my head. WTH, it took away my interest in that book. See, you can never do something too many times.

For those of you dying to know if I'm going to Poly or JC, and won't stop bugging me for answers, and irritating the hell out of me when I say "I don't know", yes Shawn?

After yesterday's wonderfully superb poly trip, complete with immersion program with the course of our choice, I can see where I definitely wanna be. Wait for it ... hold your breath ...

I have chosen to want to see myself in Singapore Poly, Applied Drama with Pyschology! -squeals- Of course I keep my choices open, but this is really where I want to be in 2009.

Why not JC? Well, I don't wish to overwork myself, since I seriously doubt my ability to be consistently buried under a book and get so many things done. Secondary School has perhaps taught me that maybe I'm not cut out for JC after all. I really can't stand the thought of having the life of the current JC student, plus with CCA, and 3 times the work. Then not knowing where to go. What if I don't do well? Plus, you don't know how credible JCs can be, about student welfare that is. Anyway, to whatever protest you might have, I'm sorry I can't listen to you anymore. Whatever you're gonna say I've already thought of it. So there. But I'll definitely be K.I.V-ing JC tertiary.

Poly. Hmm, nobody said it was gonna be more relaxed or anything. I'm very clear if that, so I'm not going there to slack. If I have to be up to my neck with work, I'd rather it be something that I enjoy. Or not detest so much.

Applied Drama with Pyschology. Gosh, the very name screams "Thank you God for answering to my prayers in Sec 2!". When we started thinking of the future in Sec 2 streaming, I seriously didn't think there was anything for me. And POOF! (: If you want something enough, it will come to you?
This logic is flawed, but hey it worked this time.

I mean, I can do lots of other courses but this one is completely suitable. Ability + Interest + Realism. Come on, you guys know me well enough how DADP is catered to weird people like me, very self-explanatory. Filled up all 3 in the equation, of course I'll have to let my O's do the talking.

Therefore, I shall work my ass off to be their 09' student. Then I'll probably work my ass off again, looking at the amount of work they have. COP 12, English B4 and above (hehe no problem), pass every subject, especially Math (Okay... can try). Plus the aptitude. With relevant experience. Oh and who knew that I'd meet someone with the same ideals as Sharon. And even better both of them didn't understand my English. I mean aptitude, and they thought it was attitude. Very cute, and to think both of you wanna strike it rich and never depend on a guy for money. Gosh, the both of you telekinetic or something? Creepy la ..

Hmm we all have different things to think about at every point in our lives. The Sec3s gotta think of taking over the reins of CCA whether they like it or not. Sec4s a lot of other things that now seem more important than the worries in Sec3 and Sec2.

After going for the immersion program, it dawned upon me that there are actually many other worthy candidates of the same course. :p Feel like a small fry as compared to them. All rather intelligent and confident actually. Oh this means I'm not? - GASPS-

Okay so competition is stiff. And till now I don't get why Mass Comm is so popular. It's really just glamourous on the outside. At least I wasn't so interested during the immersion programme. Plus, OMG I MET STEPHANIEK'S COUSIN WENDY! -squeals- Oh by the way she says hi to Stephk. She's a wonderful personality (like all the students of DADP) and probably a nice lecturer. She pulled me aside to talk to me about StephK. Aren't you jealous Shawn? HEHEHE.

Plus, the people-in-charge seem really nice too, the pyschologist is kinda scary though. She has the sharp "educator's eye". If you know what I mean. Like when Mrs Aidil glares at you. She has this silent authority or something.

I really have to up my confidence by the end of Sec4. Well I do want this enough. I'm very much impressed with SP already (including the facilities), even if it's a lot older than other Polytechnics. It's got everything I want to study. Even though the Communications, Arts and Social Sciences are way on top of a hill where you have to do hiking to get to the top. Ah well, this means you'll never have to go on diets that never work.

An art and a science combined, how cool can this get?! Anyway, I was on a sugar high for the better 3/4 of the whole day. Plus the string of musical rehearsals have made me used to standing up. We all know what happens when we sit down. "OI MAIN CAST YOUR LINES!" oh well, never a break for us.

Anyways, it's nice to have Huiyi going for the same course. (: Who knows we might be in the same course or something. Just wish Mythili could've been there. Sharon's reconsidering, Hafizah is considering (you like bacteria don't you? Well guess what the lady of Life Sciences that we talked to created her own bacteria on my face. Her saliva coated at least 3 parts of my face. Why do you think I was discreetly rubbing my face at some point of time?) and Sisi wants to be in a marine uniform. That I leave it to you to have your own reaction, though I think it's impulsive.

Even though Ngee Ann receives the most publicity, then Republic Poly, still think SP's the strongest choice. Oh well, you see my biasedness. (some of us feel the same way actually)

Don't get confused by the terms (: (References from Dictionary.com)

Aptitude (noun):
1. capability; ability; innate or acquired capacity for something; talent: She has a special aptitude for mathematics.
2. readiness or quickness in learning; intelligence: He was placed in honors classes because of his general aptitude.
3. the state or quality of being apt; special fitness.

Attitude (noun):
1. manner, disposition, feeling, position, etc., with regard to a person or thing; tendency or orientation, esp. of the mind: a negative attitude; group attitudes.
2. position or posture of the body appropriate to or expressive of an action, emotion, etc.: a threatening attitude; a relaxed attitude.

Telekenetic (adj.) Wow the dictionary has no meaning for this, but it means to be able to read minds, transmit information from one mind to another or something like that.

Labels: Accomplishments, Essence of Sprouting, Friends, Questions, Quirks, Real Life, Secondary School Life, To-do list, What's up or new

Some genius tagged me back with a quiz. Oh karma, it bit my ass. Wanna see? okay gross i'm being like Marlyna.

Name 20 people. At the end of the survey choose 5 people to do the survey. Don't read the questions, name the 20 people first!

Names will vary, in no particular order, though very spread out.

1. Sharon

2. Stephanie Kwok

3. Hafizah

4. Ruth

5. Stephanie Lin

6. Durga

7. Mythili

8. Yong Quan

9. Huiyi

10. Anita

11. Hairil

12. Alvin (you put me at 10, so I move you down 2 spaces HA!)

13. Fatimah

14. Yan Ting

15. Shawn

16. Hong Wei

17. Mr. Wan? (to make things interesting)

18. Clarissa

19. Celestine (I've been feeling nostalgic lately)

20. Jasmin

Questions:

How did you meet Number14? (Yan Ting)

Hmm ... first day of Sec 3. Or one of the first days. (: Very pleasant surprise to have her register number just before mine. She sat next to me for morning assembly and while everyone got bored of Ms Tham's perennially bo-ring speech. And one of us started the conversation and whoopedoo. She was absolutely lovely.

What would you do if u have not met Number1? (Sharon)

I would not have understood people better, have my patience tested, have her patience tested, improved myself as a person and a friend, know what I'm capable of, lack of a good friend (one of the best I might add), have this much fun, know more about Japanese stuff, have one less person to care about me, known that everyone has somewhat the same issues, known about vicious people that I must be careful of, someone to tell me the truth for my own good (THE LIST IS ENDLESS I WILL END HERE SHARON YOU PROBABLY TOTALLY LOVE ME NOW)

Will Number6 and Numver17 date each other? (Durga and Mr Wan)

Well Durga would prefer someone closer in her age group? And mr wan is way off the age group. He's actually 12 years our cca senior (: now cca teacher. No Mr Wan! You can't go to the dark geeky side of the Explorers'! We won't let them! Oh and um .. Clement, Mangala, Shawn and I saw Mr Wan with ... our sch's new music teacher Miss Lim at Mac's arh!! I'm a responsible sec 4 senior. I said nothing, you heard nothing.

Describe Number3. (Hafizah)

Crappy, Meanie!, Ridiculous, Fun, Perky, Sarcastic, Lovely (OMG IM SARCASTIC TOO!), Sensible, Funny, Filial, Clever (my foot), Smart (oh look it's my other foot), Truthful, Trustworthy, Adorable (doesn't she make you smile?), Cheerful, etc. We know Hafizah (:

What if Number9 & Number20 dated each other? (Huiyi, Jasmin)

Do they even know each other? Plus they're not lesbians. Please refrain from making any remark about my les-ness (if you have the idea that I'm les) They're both girls, and straight for that matter. Plus, my baby cousin ShawnLAU is too cute to be ShawnLIM. Betcha don't get 4 girls kissing you when you're only a toddler, yeah?

Do you think Number8 is attractive? (Yong Quan)

No. Well for one thing I don't hit on, fawn over, favour, etc. guy juniors to begin with in the first place. I wouldn't want my seniors to do that, though some of them used to.

Describe Number7 (Mythili) gosh .. why do my good buddies always get description questions?

Funny, Interesting, Lyrical, Poetic, Linguistic, Smart (my ass), Studious, Crazy, Enthusiastic (about certain things), Fangirl, Wonderful, I'm brain dead now haha (: but she's Great.

Do you know any family members of Number12? (Alvin)

Actually, yes. And I'm scared of her. Imagine being scared of a little girl that's half your size. She's probably a lot taller now, and a lot scarier. Oh wait, I think she scares her brother too.

What language(s) does Number15 speak? (Shawn)

English, Mandarin (barely)

Who is Number9 hanging out with? (Huiyi)

Me (of course, you know you wanna (:), Hafizah, Mythili, Sharon etc.

How old is Number 16 this year? (HongWei)

17 this July (ELT PLANNER!)

Who is Number2's favourite singer or band? (StephK)

Wow. I don't know her all that well yet! Ok ... favourite singer: Shawn

favourite band: Shawn's backup band

Have you ever dated Number4? (Ruth)

She's a girl. Everyone flirts with everyone. Heyy Ruthie ~

Would you ever date Number1? (Sharon)

A self-proclaimed boy! (who is unfortunately a girl) I have "dated" her before for a few seconds when we were bored in class. (: Fleeting relationships.

Is Number19 single now? (Celestine)

Gosh I don't know! Most likely yes. But then again, if it's a girls' school we're talking about ... freaky things happen due to the lack of prescence of boys.

Would you ever be in a r/s with Number11? (Hairil)

Oh my God what a stressful question!!! - stresses- Duh, NO.

What's the school of Number3? (Hafizah)

Secondary: Jurong Sec. No ... after today, NJC :D!

Primary: Lakeside, Merlimau, Telok Kurau (oh wow i remembered!)

Where does Number6 stay? (Durga)

Not sure actually, but she alights bus 98 after me, so it's gotta be inner Jurong West or Jurong East. Anywhere along that stretch!

What's your favourite thing about Number5? (StephL)

Oh my why do I always get questions like these for y good pals? God's testing me now haha. I love her sincerity and acceptance to be a good friend no matter what I do, even if some people might not agree so.

What is Number10's last name? (Anita)

Anita D/O Chandrasangam (corright anot? HA! I'm so observant)

Have you ever seen number2 naked? (StephK)

GOSH WHAT AN UNBELIEVABLE QUESTION. NO LA! WHY THE HELL WOULD I WANT TO SEE MY DRAMA TEACHER NAKED!? SHE'S A MARRIED CATHOLIC!

(shawn do not say anything at this point, we don't wanna know)

Pick 5 lucky souls to do this survey:

1) StephL

2) Fatimah (there weren't any qns for you!)

3) Hong Wei

4) Mythili

5) HuiYi

So now my pathetic circle of friends know. It's an honour to get picked by yours truly.

What do the blue words mean? Oh and umm to get in Applied Drama with Pyschology, you need a B4 and above for English Language. Time to stock up on vocab now! (References from Dictionary.com)

Perennially (adj.):

1. lasting for an indefinitely long time; enduring: her perennial beauty.
2. (of plants) having a life cycle lasting more than two years.
3. lasting or continuing throughout the entire year, as a stream.
4. perpetual; everlasting; continuing; recurrent.

–(noun)
5. a perennial plant: Daffodils and tulips are perennials.
6. something that is continuing or recurrent.

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Check this out:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SRwQlxCmenk&feature=related

Kylie Minogue: Did it again (1997)

One of the best chereographed concept vids with great music.

To the lovely darling Steph.L who FINALLY tagged me! Ha! I knew I was loved enough to receive this. - hugs self - This is going around pretty well ... might be one of the biggest blog specials going around the net. Wow, all the Stephanies I know aren't mean bitches, so I love em' too.

You're dying to find out my deepest, darkest secrets to self discovery. Come one, you know you are. Oh yeah, I'm not gonna expose all my secrets like a splash tabloid story, so you gotta be smart and figure out my ambigous words. I'm not telling it all baby.

1. How long will you wait for someone you love?

When my patience exceeds me. So far, it's never failed me, and I doubt (like never!) it would fail me. So, go figure out what I said.

2. What do you want to do now?

Be my best self, and take a stroll down the wet after-rain Singapore streets with no one else but you. If it starts raining, I'll pull on my jacket and share my umbrella with you. I'm sweet, I know. There will be wet leaves on the ground, nice-smelling trees above, and no one in the world is there to look upon us in our raw selves except for you and I, and the lamps that provide minimal light in the cool air. We can talk about anything, do anything, and people would be asleep, so they can't judge us with their eyes literally closed, though they usually do.

3. What will you be doing at 6pm?

Tomorrow? Swimming. On weekdays, slacking at home after musical or school. Dumb qn, I'm gonna replace you!

4. Do you hate your friends sometimes?

Never. NEVER. N-E-V-E-R. nunca!
Simply because, to hate is a very strong feeling of duh ... hatred. It's practically next to indifference. If you feel hatred for a person, how can that be a friend? You feel annoyed, pissed off, but never hatred. It's as simple as that. If I hate you, you're not my friend. But I don't do that to my friends. I'm just angry at how you're behaving, the effed situation, but not you yourself. You can't choose family members, but you can choose you friends.

5. Where do you wish to die?

Not in any gruesome situation, like accidents, murders, hospitals etc. Eeeee. I'd like to die with a smile on my face, and in the arms of my loved one. And definitely not in front of someone who will freak out and die when they see me die. I know, my disappearance in the world will totally cause people to freak out and die.

6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after rain?

Yes I totally do. Never fails to cheer me up that there's always hope glimmering beyond the grey skies. If I could catch one, and follow it till it's end before it disappears, I'd keep it in a little glass jar and release it when I choose to for different people. And also for underpriviledged people. I know, siao fantasy, but I've always wanted to do that since pri.sch.

7. What impossible things to do you wish to do?

a) Meet Shakira, like seriously meet her. Not just 2 seconds of OMG I WANT YOUR AUTOGRAPH AND IF YOU TOUCH MY HAND I'M NEVER GONNA WASH IT EVER AGAIN!

b) Go to the most undiscovered places of the world at anytime with anyone I choose to.

c) Write a name across the sky, in a huge cornfield (and make people think it's crop circles made by aliens with a huge crush on you oooooh ~) .. etc. My imagination decides.

d) All of the above and anything my crazy mind comes up with. I'd like to do whatever I want to do.

8) Your darkest secret?

Alright ... shhh ... here comes ... I think I'm smarterer than you ... Okay! xP what else want me to say?!

9) Are you happy with your life now?

Can serve for some improvements, but good enough. I'm not complaining now. I'm far better off than real-life cases of misery that I know about.

10) What would you do if your crush asked you out?

Check if he's lying. So hard to trust these days, eh? Since I am unable to provide pictures, let me paint one in your head. My heart will stop beating, my breathing slows to a stop in collected gasps, I will look down at my feet and the floor and see the outlines of my shoes. If I'm not noticing, the ends of my jaws will curl and my eyes regain liveliness. My hands will push whatever strands of hair behind my ear.

Then a sense of euphoria, I won't stop smiling, everything accelerates from inside of me when the world comes to a stop. It would be like, our time travel sequence from musical ... spinning 5 times and ending up in a happy heap. I can feel nothing but the warmth flooding through my veins and the excitement that takes away sleep.

I can't look at you, I won't look at you. If you look closely, the look on my face will be the equivalent of the eighth wonder of the world. "yes". When you're gone, the cycle repeats with interludes of "OMG I'M THE FRIGGING LUCKIEST GIRL IN THE WHOLE WORLD AREN'T YOU JEALOUS?! WOOOOTS!" And I can't stop bouncing up and down and singing love anthems and thanking God. "Read my lips, I'm into you, I'm into you!" - Kylie Minogue Don't mind me, I'm practising narrative now in a simple way. but the essence is there.

But of course, every situation is different. Plus, I haven't made a lot of mistakes with crushes before, at least not as bad as some that I know of. My crush better like every part of me, for I have a reason for everything.

11) Describe your other half

Wanna know? My other half is ... ME! I'm beautiful! I'm beautiful! I'm beautiful it's true!!!! - goes off tune -

12) What will you do when you fall in love with your best guy/girl friend?

Let things fall together. I'd know what to do, even if I don't, something will happen and we'll follow what is written on history-to-be-made.

13) What feeling do you hate the most?

Can't decide ... the negative ones that I'm unable to control. Yeah, that's it, when I'm unable to control myself or the things I want to control.

14) What's the best day you ever had.

I had many of them, in different days, so I can't decide. x) Life's a buffet with a lot of classy confectioneries to choose from at the dessert platter. For one: to feel something wonderful never felt before, possible never by people you know. Isn't that the case for everyone of them? For something special to happen?

15) The most important thing in Life

Love. It is the power that is the driving force behind everything. God, family, friends, values, etc. we find them important because love makes us feel that way and thus it creates the spur for the us puny humans to be able to do things beyond our imagination.

16) Who do you hope to always be there for you?

Isn't it obvious? Everything I mentioned above.

17) Do you find life meaningless?

Read this blog, there are times when I have, times where I haven't. Since I'm in a positive mood now, I shall keep my words for a memory. We all have a part to play, which is why God gave us a role in someone or our lives. He didn't give us noseholes to breathe for nothing, so we gotta put His gifts to use, means if He has something in stall for us, life will always have a meaning, no matter how hopeless it gets. Otherwise, we wouldn't even be born. Nobody is ever a mistake to begin with.

Even my pathetic uncle, he sucks, but his sole reason for living is probably to be a comfort to my grandad that there's been a male heir to ensure continuity in the family line (yeah he's the old China kind). Therefore, in this twisted manner, his life wasn't completely meaningless, though it gave my grandpa headaches, which I feel he should be waiting for karma to bite his ass in ... maybe a few years time?

18) Who do you love the most?

I LOVE YOU MY DEAR READER! MUACKS! COME ON BABY, KISSES! oh my, look what hanging out with the same group of people day after day does to you.

19) Craziest thing (s) you ever did?

I did so many of them, you'll die hearing everything. So, I'm just gonna tell you one or two.

My patience stretched beyond me. That's one. One way in which this was displayed: to look for something in Chameleon, I poured out every box in the whole shelf into a basket to look for that something. Didn't find it, but found something close. Spent 2 hours and my neck and eyes hurt a lot. Bought it. Then, the person I gave that something to lost in a matter of minutes. Wait, there's more. I was okay with it and didn't freak out, though the person was super apologetic.

20) What's your greatest wish?

So many .. Personally to do well for O's single digit! Improve myself as a artist eg. by rocking the musical. Improve myself as a person and make everyone's lives better and to be able to reach out to people far less lucky than I.

21) Sweetest thing you ever did for someone?

By being me. Serious! It's the fact that i'm me that i could do it, and it came from the heart okay! I did lots of sweet stuff for people, so here's one: I cried along with a loved one who cried, because I couldn't stand the person so upset.

Instructions: Remove one qn, replace with another. Pick 8 lucky souls to get them to do this quiz and tag them in their chatbox to notify them.

Replaced question: Qn 3 is BAH! It's now:

How much would you do for a stranger that you've never met before?

And qn 16. New qn!:

What do you think is the most beautiful thing in the world/you have seen?

See so much more interesting! Oh well, it came from me. I don't always play within the rules. (:

My 8 victims (I trust that you will spread it around people that we know, so don't get upset if i didn't pick you, i wanted someone else to pick you)

1) Ng Hong Wei (senior-friend)
2) Zhang Huiyi (friend-batch/classmate)
3) Anjelica Goh (sec2junior-friend)
4) Shawn Lim (sec3junior-friend)
5) Hairil Iskandar (classmate/cca-friend)
6) Jasmin Lau (cousin)
7) Alvin Chew (primaryschoolclassmate-friend)
8) Current reader staring at the screen drooling at my blog. (randomperson)

It's pretty obvious that all 8 represent some kind of category in life, some sequence. So that's how to get it all spread out like butter. Watch for my tags!

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Gosh .. I can't stand it when my mum talks loudly on the phone when I don't want her to. The lappy's next to the phone only, and it seriously puts me off, like when she swears at the table or brings the stress to dinner. God loves you when you don't have parents with such un-parent-becoming behaviour. :p, just scared her off when I was trying to fix the crappy earphones and the music blasted her off the chair. Yay!

I've gotta do up my schedule, do the camp, revision, homework, musical etc. Lots of things to do, and when I get home, I'm not in the mood for anything strenous. Poor me I woke up late and turned up for Math an hour late with a new croaky voice. Just as well, most of the stuff taught are stuff I already know and it doesn't really matter if I miss it.

Seriously, I don't get some people. I think I understand what I need for Math very well, and clearly the lessons are only acting as a reminder for the basics to me, not like a guiding hand. So I'll take that in my stride, though I was clearly shocked, surprised and insulted when I went to the first Math compulsory lesson. Crap ... some people don't even get Sec 2 stuff, if that's what they're teaching.

But I like it as a refresher, kick-starter and some clarification. The scary part is, it's like, when you don't know what to do for simple (really really simple) elementary math, you're most likely gonna flunk O's, and you still don't give a damn to listen and just think of skipping without being found out ... you're gonna end up nowhere. And they just don't get it. Oh well, it seems as though they're not very smart already, and trying to act smart. Puh-lease! Teachers are wasting their time over you people, lots of us desperately need appropriate help. - rolls eyes -

So now when I'm coated in a disgusting layer of grease while trying to cool off, I reminisce the journey (not the propaganda one) of musical. Right from doing 'Divorce' for the acting segment, to singing 'Tu' for the singing segment for the auditions. Now, my singing parts are all recorded and I truly realise how much work is done to singers' voices, which is why they suck singing live. Just when I thought we were doing fine, StephK has to do cut, paste and tweaking. Ouchhh. Byebye pride.

Honestly, sometimes, I just wish people would stop complaining about the musical and how "ELDDS is getting all the attention boohoo! The musical isn't going to be a success anyway and maybe they suck!!!". It's our turn now, and it's also a platform to summarise what your cca is about. We're trying to cope with that, and we got lots more stuff to do. So... it's much appreciated for some quiet time.

We're really tired and it's not very enjoyable to listen to such crap. We (besides the media people) go home at 7. Do you? So ... don't say another word. Bet you're opening your mouth in indignance now, but let's give each other some space to breathe and some air for encouragement. Maybe it's looking at the script that makes you feel this way, we felt the same too, but never judge anything by the cover. You haven't seen the results yet. Yet. Cut us some slack, and we won't give you the motivational cheer or wish you'd cross the yellow line and get knocked by the MRT. - imagines that happening - I'm a sadist when I'm tired. Giving credit to Shawn for this line.

So to whoever who reads this, trust us. Can? Ke yi ma? ¿Está eso bien?

It deeefeeecult, you get deeefeeecult?

If we do our own parts right and coordinate, with constant positive support, we'll do a show that exceeds your expectations and blow you off your seats to a standing ovation. Then, you'd be really sorry for saying such crap and try to hide how embarassed you actually are. Heh heh!

But I'm being serious here, even if you're my friend, if you shake your head and say 'No', you'd make me really upset. So take this as a warning just in case I explode. Don't put us down, you can't. We've worked too hard for this, it's been more than a decade since the last musical, and we really wanna do this well so that we can move on from here as success stories. Shut up if you won't appreciate. Life cannot wait for people like you.

La vida es esperanza

So in the name of the above foreign language words, I shall do an analysis.

These days have been strenous, and my ass is happy to touch a chair. NOT SHAWN! Even is he has gone from playing Joseph to playing Joseph's chair. Take this:

"Constance you must find interest in playing even the most mundane characters. You cannot be boring! You live for the audience" - Fanny

"LOOK AT ME! I'M AN EXCITING TREE! -sways with the breeze-" - Constance

It seems that I've taken my lessons well. Didn't go to waste eh.

Anyways, I spoke to StephK after today's practice. Good news for main cast, we're doing fine. Feels good to have almost everything down. Photoshoots, costumes, recording ... (:

Now i need to seriously put all the lines in my head, like sticking stuff with Superglue, rest well, arrange my schedule and work it all out, find my character and make it real fun. I've gotten over stumbling over my long lines. Fill up my MP3 and go out with some friends/family.

If I follow Steph's advice, yes I find myself having more fun. Though I need to do the cues and timings properly over and over again, breeeeathe correctly, mirror, lines, dramatise!

My character as Ng the teacher. Please give the full name. Anyone?

She's one-third typical teacher, one-third Mary Poppins, and one-third plain nuts, as nuts as Marlyna. All carried off with a touch of Chinese Calligraphy elegance and wisdom of the old, but still relevant. Okay, I sound like the government now. It's time to shut up. It's the fact that I'm gonna be the difference from the student characters that makes me stand out and spin the story I suppose. Connection, connection, connection. Must get the objective before each scene.

Typical Teacher: Well, educational and a bit tolerant of kids (ah well, they just wanna have fun) but doesn't get walked over. Modern and Miss-Lappenish. Lots of wisdom to impart. Fun. Teaches Chinese Calligraphy and History, so she's super knowledgeable and has lots of things to explain about. Always enthusiastic to make things less difficult for people but knows the route to take. On for hands-on learning, NON-PBL-ISH. I don't wanna insult myself on this.

Mary Poppins: Prim, proper British lady. Firm and fun, and makes it entertaining to watch. Never does anything wrong "Practically Perfect in Every Way". Thing is, she does do some things that are not acceptable by other poeple, but she finds that its actually okay, and then insists in a quick way that nothing is wrong. "What do you mean, Mary Poppins would never do anything like that. End of conversation". Not strict, just firm. Spit-spot! Anything but boring! Knows how to have fun, but seems like having fun in a super matured way.

Nuts: Well, she can be as nuts as Marlyna, except in a different way. I can choose to complement or contrast the characters.

Complement => When Marlyna goes kiss-kiss, I can be as nuts as her in doing that.

Contrast => Or I can be umm ... yeah sure .. kiss-....kiss. Don't touch me Marlyna.

It does kinda work in developing character. We should totally try this.

Thing is, sometimes, I hate it when I make a remark and expect people to forget all about it, and they take it too seriously. To be honest, I had no idea how to do the kiss-kiss thing, so I just said I was grossed out. But why did Fanny have to make such a big deal out of it. It stressed me out even more and I couldn't get it right.

It's like, I'm the type who doesn't work well under negative pressure, so chill, let me relax so I can do my thing well. Isn't that too difficult to grasp? Apparently, many people have really pissed me off cos of this, which is why I'm eternally grateful to Steph (yes shawn having a crush on her is completely within my understanding now) She's ever so patient, and I find that I produce better results for her than Fanny. Like getting my recording done nicely, speaking my lines with 100% ms ng and charisma. Otherwise, I'll fumble the shit out of everything. I'm already the low-confidence and twiddly-fingers kind, so it really DOESN'T HELP.

When the rest are patient with me, give me encouragement, I feel like I could do anything not to let them down. Feel good about what I'm doing. You can't really explain it, but after doing a solo recording, to see Marlyna, Mangala give you the thumbs-up, and wondering Shawn really means his positive remark, you just feel on top of the world.

Fanny's very very not constant. Like, she's really nice, then really mean. nice when she shows that she cares, and mean when she's stressed up. "OI MAIN CAST! LINES!" I hate it when teachers make mistakes, then brush it off. And we get yelled at? That's crap!

And they don't always come on time, though they say "YOU HAVE TO BE HALF AN HOUR EARLY!". Can ... you should start camping in school, and we should come on the next day. Cuz that's how it frigging feels like. Stephanie, on the other hand, is well, the complete opposite. I guess that's why we love her. Fanny's already pissed everyone on set off, including the teachers. Bet we piss her off too. xP. The world goes in a circle. Relish every line, every moment you have on stage and in life.

I'm not gonna fail everyone else, including myself. Just follow my ABCs for everything. Be more sure of myself. If shit comes, I'm ready to take it with a spoonful of sugar. (but you can have it first, no one likes to eat shit)

I can act, sing, dance (barely), and I can give you exact meanings of words you've probably heard of. No that's References from Dictionary.com

Charisma (noun) plural:

1. Theology, a divine conferred gift or power.
2. a spiritual power or personal quality that gives an individual influence or authority over large numbers of people
3. the special virtue of an office, function, position, etc., that confers or is thought to confer on the person holding it an unusual ability for leadership, worthiness of veneration, or the like.

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Okay! You know what happens when you put a bunch of stressed-up jokers on the set for musical. I mean, with the script, the propaganda, the Fanny (do not think sick), the propaganda, the Stephanie (stop drooling shawn), the propaganda, the main cast-chorus, the propaganda, the crap storyline, the propaganda, the costumes and makeup, and the propaganda ... well the list is never ending.

Seriously, it's gone to the point where it's gone to entertainment value. Here's why:

The following will be explained in quotes. Memorable moments call for memorable lines. As is with drama and literature.

(in no particular order cos i'm not biased) Directions: Main Cast Chorus Teachers-on-set Instructors Outsiders Publicisers (well, actually ... there's only one of them, the lady who spoke to the whole school as an address to the whole school on the last day of school. Wonder who?)



Why Marlyna loves Mariah Carey.

"TOUCH MY BODAY! I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN ~ (looks seductively at Mangala)" - Marlyna

Shawn gets special direction (and special attention) from all the adults. Omg, we are all so jealous.

"Shawn I'm gonna throw my sticks at you!" - Fanny

"Boy! Over here! Girl! don't be stiff! - refers to everyone as "boy", "girl", "student", or "teacher". - points to Shawn - Ah Shawn! Look forward! Shawn, don't need to check their poses! Shawn! Hold the basketball like that!" Shawn! ... (you get the point) - Photographer (who only remembers Shawn's name and correctly too! wow!)

Mangala's full name is Mangalambikai (oh my I got it right). But don't laugh if people get names wrong, it ain't funny. So stop laughing.

"Ah you! Mangalarice!" - Photographer

Anjelica is bored. She peels off the paint in the God-forsaken mug for the gardening scene. Constance is mean as Anjel peels off layer after layer of dried paint. When you're bored, you'd rather do something gross to entertain yourself. Or say something saracstic when you're pissed.

"Wow ... judging from all the layer of paint, this mug is probably as old as ... (fill in the blanks) many possiblilities so you can't really kill me on this

Shawn sings a solo. Start laughing. Original: Gotta work together to make the team stick!

"Gotta work together to make the team sick!" ... "I got it wrong, didn't I?" - Shawn

Anjelica ... is ... well ...

"I'm horny. Hey baby ~ - Anjelica <- This perv looked up my skirt. IMA GET YOU FOR THIS.

Mangala's mean too, but ... it's not really hard to tell the truth.

"Chinese teachers usually wear makeup and not shave their armpits"

Shawn has a crush on StephK, the singing instructor. You may stop shivering now.

"call me, or rather call stephanie to call me" - Shawn

"Shawn likes older women?" - Anjelica (well, duh.)

Marlyna put on a ghastly obiang cheongsam.

"(censored) Where the (censored) is my (censored) handphone?!"
"Why are you swearing so much?" - Farahin
"I'm in a (censored) pink dress!" - Marlyna

Ah .. life as a lookalike. Gosh, I never liked to look the same as other people.

"Constance! You look like Ms Phua! - gasps -", "Omg, I thought that was Miss Phua standing next to me", "You're like a minature Ms Phua (har? isn't she miniature enough?), "But nicer. (thanks) ... - Basically almost everyone present

"Really? Gee .. I don't know ... -scratches everywhere- - Constance

I'm mean! HEARTBREAKER!

"Maybe we can go for break with .. say .. Steph tommorow?" - Constance

"But no Stephanie tomorrow ... " - Shawn

"I know, just trying to making you sad." - Constance

It's very clear on what her stand is on beauty.

"Beauty isn't worth the pain - Constance (after getting skin peeled off in a painful manner from wearing heels)

"Huh?" - Ms Phua

Ms Queenie. Dance Instructor. The perfectest perfection. Or so she seems to claim.

"Who's Queenie?" - Anjelica

"Dance instructor. Diiiiiiva." - Constance

"Really? Even her name sounds diva-ish. Queenie. Lol." - Anjel

"Yeah ... - flips hair - I'm Queenie! Away you commoners!" - Constance

To have self-confidence is to love yourself.

"You wanna kisssss me! You think I'm preeeety!" - Marlyna

"I'm irresistable! I'm CUTE ... and HOTANDPRETTYANDSEXY!" - Marlyna

"It's good to live in self-denial" - Shawn

Nothing like a bit of real drama.

"Ohhh i think I'm gonna faint ... - falls back - - shawn not paying attention - WOAHHHH! - nearly crashes before Shawn's heroic, albeit blur rescue -

- Nichole. (yes this is the way to spell her name. and it's the first time Shawn forgot to catch her ... distracted by stephanie lah. oh wait, only fanny was present, which means ... ?)

Improvisation Impromptu!

"From my lungs through to my nose, my mucus is ready! ready to .. -ARHCHOO! - Shawn (to the tune of 'Hot') : The Mucus Song

"As WAN!! WAN JURONG!!! Giving back what's been given. Wow ... a song for Mr Wan." Shawn (to the tune of 'One') : The Wan Song

New word invented. Well I'm the smarterer than you XD

"I'm the cuterest!" - Nadrah

Teachers .. all they do is criticise.

"These kids are so evil. Gossip-mongers" - Mr Riduwan

Teachers .. they should confess more often.

"Well ... we were evil once" - Stephanie

Shawn loves her. As usual 2 that remark.

"3 CHEERS FOR STEPHANIE!" - Shawn

Only hear the right stuff. (: More coming up, stay tuned.

Till next time, folks. I'm dry of brain juice and memory now. The makeup sucked up everything in my head. Which is why girls who usually wear makeup a lot .. A LOT .. aren't the brightest creatures. Hmm .. who do you know wears a lot of makeup? Don't point fingers arh, yes Julia Gabriel stint-ers?

So I pose the question. What's worse? A smart bimbo, or a dumb one? Trust me, an encounter with a smart bimbotic really changes your perspective.

For more memories, ROFLs and complaining (sorry, feedbacking) about makeup, here's shawn.

http://woodchuckwoodchuck.blogspot.com/

Nothing cheem in this entry. Sorry to disappoint, but it's what you get when you hang out with musical monkeys for a few days straight.

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